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Prince Charming

Pairing: Dark!Best Friend!Mob!Peter Parker x Barnes!Reader

Summary: After your father can no longer protect you, you are arranged to marry your best friend.

Warnings: sexism, misogyny, talks and mentions of the mob/gangs, arranged marriage, mentions of killing, bullying and blood mentions in flashbacks, Reader is spoiled, mentions of anxiety and nervousness, smut (18+) MINORS DNI, face sitting, oral f receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), loss of virginity, breeding kink, housewife kink?, although this is a dark fic, all smut will be consensual, still your media consumption is your own, read warnings before proceeding

Word Count: 12092

A/N: I'm finally back! I've been working on this for a while and I'm so happy I finally wrote it! I honestly thought this was going to be 5k words yet here we are lol! I hope you all like it! Enjoy! 💕💕💕

Disclaimer: Reader is adopted by Bucky Barnes in this story, she is not biologically related to him. The photos used in the moodboard are also just my depiction of Reader and do not translate to how she is described in the story.

My work should not be copied, reposted, or translated with out my permission; I don't consent to it.

Peter walked along behind you, replying to emails and messages, and even answering a call once while you browse the many selections of luxury shoes. He nodded and hummed to each pair you liked and was glad when you finally selected a few to try on.

Breathing out a laugh, he loved the way your eyes sparkled when you kicked your current heels off and tried the new ones. Some were it and others not, but Peter was more than happy to share his opinion.

Especially when you kindly ask for it.

“I think these are cute,” you smiled, modeling the cheetah print red-bottoms to your best friend. “What do you think?”

He sat comfortably on the white leather bench they had in the middle of the store. His legs spread out wide while he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. You studied him as he thought about your choice of footwear.

Eyes were squinted in thought as he recalled all the other pairs you tried on. He knew which ones you already had on your list to purchase, you did have your father’s money to spend after all. And he knew what pairs you already owned, cheetah print not being one of them.

“The white ones seem more like you,” he referred to the last pair you tried on, rubbing his hand along his thigh as he straightened up a bit.

You liked those too, figured you could pair them with a nice dress or skirt. On the other hand, the cheetah print ones were fun and something you didn’t necessarily choose.

“But what about these?” you asked once more, wanting to know his exact opinion on the current heel you wore.

“I like them too,” he answered, breathing out a sigh, he knew you already had your heart set on getting those as well. “But, they’re not you,” he shrugged, a frown forming on your face when the words slipped past his lips.

Peter was always brutally honest when it came to what looked good on you. Hell, he had amazing taste and over the years you’ve come to realize he had a preference in what you wore.

“What do you mean?” you asked, brows furrowed, you glanced back down at the shoes, wondering how they’re not you. You loved heels, they were totally you.

“I just can’t picture you wearing them,” he explained, offering a small smile to deflate the blow. “But they are nice,” he added, seeing that he kinda hurt you.

The crease in your forehead only grew as you studied them in the mirror again, shifting from one foot and angling them in different positions. They were cute, dainty, and stylish- they checked all the boxes of your criteria, so how could Peter not see you wearing them?

Glancing back at Peter, he stared at you. He was waiting for you to make your decision and now seeing as he gave you his honest opinion, you considered that maybe he was right. He wouldn’t waste his breath if it weren’t true.

They just weren’t you.

“I’m not gonna get them,” you confirmed, reaching to take them off. “I’ll just get the white ones and the mauve,” you said, putting them back in the box, ready to return them to the kind saleswoman.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he stood up, blocking you from walking to the cash register. “I’m sorry, let me buy them for you,” he gently took the box from you.

“I’m not going to let you do that, I made up my mind already,” you argued, trying to grab the shoebox back, but he held it out of your reach.

“Princess,” he cooed, eyes softening as he stared at you. He smiled when you grew coy, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear while you cleared your throat. “I’m buying you these shoes,” he said in a more demanding tone.

“Okay,” you agreed defeatedly.

He passed you a smile before he helped you with the other shoes. The kind saleswoman waited patiently for the two of you, most likely knowing who Peter is and who your father is.

But she presented a warm smile when Peter slid the box of the cheetah print shoes over to her, her delicate hands placing them in a bag while adding them to the transaction.

“I’d also like to buy these as well,” he placed a hand on the two other boxes, the lady nodding all-knowingly before she read out the total amount, your stomach dropping- you couldn’t let Peter buy you three pairs of shoes.

“Peter,” you reached for his hand that already had his black card at the ready. “I just said the one pair,” you looked at him warily.

“Don’t worry about it, princess,” he waved you off, inserting his card before signing, the purchase complete.

Grabbing the bags from the counter, he gathered them along with the other bags you’ve collected from your purchase in previous stores and walked along your side out of the store.

“You’re too kind to me, Peter,” you finally said while you adjusted the few small bags in your hand, the bustling streets of New York filled your ears as you made it back to the car. He kindly opened the door for you before placing the bags in the back of his Lamborghini. “Where to now?”

“Unfortunately, princess, I have a meeting to attend with your father in an hour,” he sighed, shutting the door after him as he checked his watch for the time. “But I had fun as always,” he smiled genuinely, starting the car up.

“We have enough time for brunch,” you shrugged, passing him your best puppy dog eyes.

“I guess we do,” he breathed out a laugh when you squealed from excitement.

~~~~~

Seated outside the cute little restaurant in New York, the late morning sun shone on both of you. You read the menu, unsure of what to get. Usually, when it came time for brunch, you had more of a sweet tooth so your eyes were focused on the pastry section.

“Do you think you’re going to the gala this weekend? We missed you at the last one,” Peter questioned, pulling you from your thoughts.

Peeking over the menu, you caught him staring at you, wearing that adorable bright smile that sent butterflies to your stomach each time. Although, you always ignored them.

He was your best friend and your father’s ally- you couldn’t interfere with business.

“Yeah,” you sighed, placing the menu down. “It’s gonna be boring as always though, especially since you always leave me,” you leaned back in your seat, crossing your knees over the other under the table.

Galas were never an unusual occurrence in your life. One thrown almost every week for something you didn’t care enough to remember. Even though you had no intentions of joining the mob, being the daughter of Bucky Barnes made it difficult to separate that part from your life.

He was the most notorious man in all of New York, branded for his metal arm that he may or may not use to choke the life out of his victims. But underneath that emotionless thick layer was your loving father.

The man that adopted you as a baby and raised you as his. He cherished you, made you his whole world. Which led to the woman you are now.

“But the time I’m with you is always enjoyable,” Peter pointed out, sending you a toothy grin.

“You’re going to be busy networking with other mob leaders the majority of the time, I’m with you for like five minutes,” you stated, a chuckle ringing from him. “Besides, don’t you think it’s time you bring someone other than your friend?” you raised a brow, earning another chuckle from Peter.

“What are you trying to say?” he rested one hand on the table, fingertips centimeters from yours. His calloused hands are a complete juxtaposition from your perfectly manicured ones.

“That it’s time for you to get a girlfriend,” you answered, raising your brows and you reached your hand an inch forward to grasp his hand. “You need someone to ground you back to Earth when you get all hot-headed from work,” you joked, Peter rolled his eyes at your comment.

You saw the way he wanted to avoid this topic. You’ve brought it up countless times when you’ve realized he’s never been in a committed relationship. Even though you seem to have the same problem… but Peter was your main concern right now.

He only stared at your hand for what seemed like forever, but his eyes landed on yours only a few moments later.

“I have you for that, you ground me and I love having you as my date,” he affirmed. “Besides, what about you?” he cocked a brow, catching you off guard.

“Well, my time hasn’t come yet,” you said, shrugging, pulling your hand away.

His hand lingered on the spot yours was seconds ago before he cleared his throat, pulling it back near him.

“Waiting for the right guy, y’know?” you added and he nodded slightly.

Playing the waiting game was your forte. Someday you wish you’ll meet your Prince Charming. A man that will provide for you and protect you, be an amazing father to your children, and give you the respect you deserve.

Some days it seemed like that time would never arrive.

“What if mine hasn’t arrived either?” he tilted his head to the side. “Or maybe I’m just trying to play my cards right?” he shrugged, a glint in his eyes when you smiled wider.

Of course, you said to yourself, head bursting with excitement.

“Who is she?” your eyes lit up at the mention that he might have a girlfriend. “Do I know her? Is she cute? She’s probably cute,” you rambled on, telling him you have to meet her one day, Peter only laughed across the table.

“You know her,” he nodded. “But that’s all I’m going to say,” he stated firmly.

“No, don’t leave me hanging like that,” you whined, Peter shook his head not saying another word.

“I’m sorry, princess,” he partially apologized.

“You’re going to have to stop calling me that if you ever want to get a girlfriend,” you cocked a brow, Peter’s brows raising in amusement.

“Not on my list of priorities, princess,” he grinned before sipping his mimosa.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, the name he’s been calling you since high school made your stomach flutter. But you were willing to let go of the nickname if that meant he finally settled down, even as much as you would miss the way it fell from his lips.

~~~~~

In the following days, Peter had taken you dress shopping for the upcoming gala this week. You ended up picking one that would go perfectly with the mauve shoes you bought earlier. And with Peter being your second mind of judgment, you were quite happy with the selection.

Twirling in your new dress, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, recalling the events that took place only days ago.

“Wow, princess, that’s by far my favorite,” he sat up when you pulled the curtain of the changing room back. His face radiated with admiration and his compliment made your cheeks burn.

“I love it,” you admired yourself in the mirror, loving how the material sat perfectly on top of your assets. “But I’m torn between this one and the brown one,” you huffed. “And I’ve already reached my limit for the week, Dad’s not going to be happy about that,” you bit your lip in thought.

“Let me buy them for you, wear the other one for another day” he proposed. “Mind as well treat my date right,” he stood up, stepping onto the platform to meet you. “Gotta have her in the prettiest dress,” he grabbed your hand, guiding you into a spin.

“You’d do that for me?” you gazed at him, faces inches apart.

“I’d do anything for you,” he grinned, eyes darting to your lips for a quick second.

You loved Peter with all your heart. He was sweet, caring, smart, and charming. There weren’t many men like him and you felt envious of the woman who was going to end up with him. But you just prayed and hoped that the man you fall in love with is just an ounce like him.

For now, though, you’ll be enjoying Peter being your date to events, feeling safe in his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Doll, you look beautiful,” your father smiled as you made your way down the stairs. “Is that a new dress?” he asked, taking your hand to help you with the last step.

“Peter bought it for me a few days ago,” you smiled, letting him place your fur shawl on your shoulders before looping your arm with his.

The way your father’s eyes lit up at the mention of your best friend was always amusing to you. There weren’t many people he liked, but Peter was able to place himself at the top of the list. From the beginning of your friendship in high school, after he beat up a boy for making fun of you, your dad knew Peter had to be kept around.

And he did, from that moment to college to now- your father has always seen Peter as your protector for when he wasn’t around. Not to mention the fact that Peter also came from a wealthy family and now is the leader for the Parker mob- it was impressive in his eyes.

Reminds him of when he was young.

“He’s a good man, I tell you,” he patted your hand. “I’d be lucky if I get to call him my son-in-law one day,” he sent you a look but you playfully rolled your eyes.

“He’s my best friend, Dad, nothing more,” you cocked a brow, stepping inside the elevator of the penthouse before you made your way downstairs where the chauffeur awaited the two of you.

The brisk air still shocked you even after living in New York for so long. The transition from winter to spring left some really warm mornings to colder nights. But as soon as you sat in the car, you relaxed when the warm air surrounded you.

Passing the buildings and skyscrapers of the city, the bright luminous lights allowed you to see inside the car and you glimpsed at your father who was staring worryingly at his phone. Your face fell and you knew something was off, but you also knew better than to ask questions.

Getting distracted, you saw you arrived at the gala, the door opened by the valet and your father graciously helped you out of the car before you were escorted to the lobby.

Your eyes instantly searched for that brown-headed man. Too preoccupied with that, your father chuckled as you wandered off, his hand reaching out to stop you so you could give the lady at the coat check your shawl.

Letting out a small “oh”, you passed her a smile. Your arms felt bare and a small breeze chilled the room. It was the entrance and with all the bodies filing in, it made sense. Just then, you felt a warmth rush through you when you felt a pair of hands on your skin.

“Princess, you look breathtaking,” he complimented, turning you around to face him to take in your appearance. He licked his lips softly, eyes so focused on every inch of your body.

You were too intent on taking in his appearance to notice. The navy suit that fit him so well, he looked sharp and you loved that he corresponded with you. Scanning your eyes upward, you landed on his face, his eyes staring at your lips again.

Smiling, he seemed to knock himself out of his trance and send you a sheepish smile. He didn’t think he’d get caught, but he composed himself quickly, adjusting his suit jacket.

“Ready to head in?” he nodded towards the door, taking your arm to loop with his.

“Yeah, let’s head in,” you replied, picking up the skirt of your dress and walking down the steps to the main ballroom.

Your father had already joined everyone else in the gala, most likely joining Sam and Steve for a quick catch-up before they divulged in business.

Peter had led you to your seats, a table sat in the corner of the ballroom by the entrance. Everyone seemed to gather in the middle, men talking amongst one another and the woman hanging on their arms as they smiled and nodded along.

Enjoying your time by tracing your fingers along the lines of his palms, it was quickly disrupted when his henchman approached, whispering something in his ear before he left. Sending you an apologetic look, you sent him one of understanding.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, letting you know he’ll be back before he walked out the backdoor.

Deciding a drink will pass the time quicker, you made your way to the bar. Ordering a cosmo, you took a seat at the end of the bar, the bartender making your drink quickly and the tart taste of cranberry juice hitting your tongue put you at ease.

Only for two seconds though.

Resting your head on your chin, you sat at the table, waiting for dinner to start so your father and Peter could come back. But checking the time on your phone, you realized that would be another hour at most.

Sighing, you decided to check your phone for any new emails on shop coupons or rewards you’ve received. Sadly, nothing was new and you were now scrolling through Instagram.

“You know a party is boring when the prettiest girl is on her phone,” you heard a voice from behind you.

Straightening up, you looked over your shoulder to find a blond guy smiling at you.

“Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the barstool next to yours.

“Sure,” you passed a smile, swiveling in your seat so you’re facing him. “What’s your name?”

“Harry, Harry Osborn,” he greeted. “And you’re Y/N Barnes, a pleasure to finally meet you,” his grin grew wider, blue eyes meeting yours as he gently took your hand and kissed the top of it.

Charming.

“You know who I am,” you tilted your head to the side as you felt yourself blush.

“How can I not? My father’s been working for your dad for as long as I can remember,” he let out a laugh, somewhat offended at your surprise.

“Ah, yes, Norman Osborn, don’t know how I didn’t make the connection,” you sucked in a breath, grabbing your glass for another sip.

Harry was a handsome guy, he seemed kind and was easy to talk to. You liked the aura he gave off, very relaxed yet confident.

“I rarely catch you here, you usually don’t make an appearance,” he leaned a bit towards you, sending you signals that he was intrigued.

“Galas are kinda boring, my father and best friend always leave me to go talk business, so I’m left by myself,” you sighed, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Well, now I’m here,” he smiled.

“I’m glad,” you flirted. “Not so lonely anymore.”

“If it weren’t for the open bar, I’d buy you a drink,” he smirked. “So how about I take you out?” he suggested, raising his brows.

“Hmm, keep talking and I’ll answer your question,” you giggled when he took on the challenge.

For the next fifteen or so minutes, you were talking with Harry about anything and everything. He cracked jokes here and there, making you laugh- to which he thinks is the most beautiful sound ever. The conversation was going so well and you were about to agree on his offer.

Unknown to your knowledge though, Peter strolled back into the main area after having a chat with a potential alliance. It went incredibly well and he was on his way back to the table to tell you all about it, but you were gone.

With a quick panic, he thought the worst, but he instantly heard your laugh. Thankful that you were safe, he still saw something he didn’t want to see. With a nasty taste left in his mouth, he stalked over to you and the strange guy.

“Princess thought I lost you,” Peter came up, pressing a kiss to your cheek that caught you by surprise.

“I got bored sitting at the table,” you frowned at him, his arm finding itself wrapped around your waist. “Ew, you smell like smoke,” you pinched your nose, pressing against him in an attempt to push him away but he didn’t budge.

You desperately hated the smell of smoke and ironically the two most influential men in your life smoked heavily.

“Who’s this?” he ignored you, staring at the guy with a hard gaze.

“Harry Osborn,” he introduced himself, offering a hand which Peter shook with a tight-lipped smile. “And you are?” he asked, wondering who the man that kissed you was.

“Her boyfriend,” Peter replied, your eyes widening in shock. “If you don’t mind,” he glanced between the two of you.

Without another word, Harry got up and left.

So much for meeting new people, you figured.

“Peter! Why would you say that?!” you smacked his arm, but he only rolled his eyes.

“Let’s just go back to our table, dinner should start soon,” he grabbed your hand and arm.

You let out a huff as you sat down, crossing your arms over your chest in defeat. Peter only sighed at your attitude, but to offer an apology, he placed his hand in your lap, hoping you’d continue to play with his fingers like before.

Gazing at him, you only scoffed at his hopeful eyes before crossing your legs, tilting your body opposite of him.

As everyone gathered back to the ballroom, taking their seats, your father appeared again, sitting right beside you and he was fast to notice your change in demeanor.

“What’s up with you, doll?” he furrowed his brows.

“She’s mad because I said I was her boyfriend,” Peter cut in, your eyes widening when he spoke over you again.

“I was talking to a guy and Peter shows up thinking he has some ownership of me,” you corrected, your father cocking a brow towards Peter.

“Sir, it was Harry Osborn,” he leaned forward, whispering his name. “I had to,” he shrugged.

And while your father understood that explanation, you were still lost.

“Peter did the right thing,” your father patted your knee in reassurance, but that only made you madder.

Semi-luckily, Peter saw through you.

“Harry Osborn is bad news, his father works for your dad but there are rumors he steals shipments,” he leaned towards you, taking your hand cautiously. “Your dad and I are trying to figure that out,” he elaborated, your gaze falling to your lap where your intertwined hands were.

“Oh, I didn’t know,” you frowned. “I’m so stupid, I’m sorry,” you groaned as you leaned into your chair, cringing at your idiocy, but divulging in the feeling of Peter’s thumb rubbing circles on the top of your hand made you feel better.

“No need to apologize, princess, I’m just glad nothing happened to you,” he pressed a smile before kissing your knuckles reassuringly.

“Me too,” you admitted.

~~~~~

“Are you sure you can’t even come over just for a little bit?” you asked, holding the phone up to your ear.

“I’m so sorry, princess, work has been hectic,” Peter explained on the other side of the phone.

You frowned and even though he couldn’t see, he knew you were sad.

“I just miss you, I haven’t seen you since the gala,” you trailed, walking into the kitchen to grab a snack. “When can I see my best friend again?” you asked, leaning against the marble countertop.

“As soon as I finish this deal with your father, then I’m all yours,” he hummed and you heard him file through different stacks of paper on his desk.

“Promise?” a smile grew on your face.

“Promise,” he reassured before hanging up.

A sigh left your lips as you shook with anticipation. You missed Peter dearly and the penthouse just seemed so bare without his presence. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. And so much so that you heard your father calling you to his office down the hall.

You made your way down, the soft orange glow coming from the ajar door leading you the way down the hall. Your father was seated in his black leather chair while he signed some papers, most likely shipment logs and inventory.

Walking in, you instantly felt the temperature change. The shudder that escaped your lips alerted him of your presence, a small smile making your way to your face when you grabbed the sweater you always kept in there.

“Hi, Dad,” you greeted before you took a seat in front of him, crisscrossing your legs.

“Hi, doll,” he passed a bright smile, but his eyes didn’t seem to match it. “I got some news for you,” he began.

“What’s wrong?” you already sensed that this wasn’t going to be something you enjoyed.

“It’s nothing bad, but I do want you to keep an open mind,” he shifted in his seat, clearing his throat.

Nodding along, you weren’t sure how hard that was going to be, but you wanted him to go on.

“You’re my daughter, Y/N, I’ve raised you as such but as you’ve grown I’ve made a lot of enemies,” he began, eyes dropping after they met your curious ones for a split second. “And because you’re not my blood, they won’t have a problem harming you,” he trailed, your brows furrowing when you listened to him.

“What does that mean, Dad?” you asked, gulping as you grew nervous.

“I can’t protect you anymore, doll,” he confessed, his gaze falling on yours. His stare was calm, eyes turned cold. You could sense the pain in them and he was fighting to conceal it when tears poured into his eyes.

“What’s going to happen to me?” you questioned, thinking he was either going to kill you or throw you out into the streets.

“If my enemies can’t see that you’re mine, blood or not, I have to ensure your safety through other means,” he started. “I have arranged for Peter to marry you,” he stated, your heart plummets.

Shaking your head you were quick to argue. You didn’t want to marry anyone, even if it was your best friend. It was too weird, too soon. There has to be another way.

“But, I’m your daughter,” you teared up. “You can’t do that,” you shook your head, body racking in cries as you wept. “You kill people for a living and you’re going to stop when my life is on the line?!” you began to hyperventilate.

“If they ever lay a hand on you, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill, but there’s too much risk involving this,” he stood up. “They’ll twist the words and make me the bad guy, risking your life even more,” he stalked closer to you, kneeling in front of you and holding your shoulders. “Peter will protect you, he always has and if you’re his wife, they’ll accept that,” he tried to convince you.

Shutting your eyes, you tried very hard to pretend this was a nightmare. Your father would never do this to you because you’re his daughter, blood or not. Bucky Barnes, the man that has held a notorious image for so long in New York and even across the country would never give up so easily.

He took down rival gangs in one night, he’s killed people without hesitation, he’s built an empire that many fear- how was he simply throwing you away?

“But he’s my best friend,” you cried into your hands, trying to rip away from your father’s hold.

You were angry, confused, terrified. Especially towards him.

He wasn’t the man you remembered throwing you princess-themed birthday parties up until you were eleven, the man that tucked you in every night, the man that handed you a thousand dollars every morning “just in case” even though you had his card in your wallet already; the literal man who picked you off the streets and raised you as his own.

“You can’t make me marry him,” you trembled when you look back at him, but your breath instantly caught in your throat.

He was crying, actually crying. Bucky Barnes was crying. All because of you.

“This was the only way, too many people have already threatened your life and I don’t know how I can live with myself knowing you’re in danger,” he dropped his head, his sniffles ringing through the air. “You know I love you, right?” he asked, gazing back up and gripping your chin to force you to look at him.

You nodded your head, blinking your tears away before you saw a smile growing on his face as he let go.

“C’mere,” he opened his arms, and you fell into his embrace, his strong arms holding you securely.

To think the way he protected you all those years like it was second nature. And as strong as he was, as a killer of a metal arm he had, it would no longer do justice.

And you had to accept that as your fate.

~~~~~

Dressed in your sage dress, you stood by your father as you waited for the elevator to reach the top floor of the apartment building.

You weren’t sure if Peter knew about this marital arrangement. You hoped he didn’t and he would deny the offer, letting you get back to your normal life. But, fate hadn’t seemed to be on your side the moment the elevators opened to his penthouse.

“Peter, good to see you again,” your father greeted, pulling him into a firm hug and handshake.

“Same here, Mr. Barnes,” Peter pulled away, smiling at the man. “Princess, it feels like forever since I’ve seen you,” he pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You smiled as you hugged him, indulging in his touch and his scent, but he was too quick to pull away, grabbing your hand lightly.

“Shall we get onto dinner then? We have a lot to discuss,” your father spoke up, nodding towards the dining table that was placed right by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Of course, I had my chef prepare all your favorites,” he squeezed your hand tighter and led you to the table.

Your heels clicked against the elegant flooring as he pulled you along. The table was set with an array of foods, all your favorites. Your stomach churned. As hungry as you were, you couldn’t fathom eating right now.

“And I got you these as well,” he pulled the bouquet from the table, offering them to you.

Your favorite flowers. The bouquet was so full and vibrant. You loved them.

“Thank you, Peter, they’re lovely,” you grinned, smelling them.

The two men smiled generously at your reaction, it was a good idea to get you in a good mood before everything was official between you and Peter.

Setting the flowers back down, Peter pulled your seat out for you and you thanked him once more before you situated yourself. It was not unusual to see Peter this happy, but there was just something about him tonight that was off.

Maybe since you haven’t seen him in weeks. Or maybe he was just extremely happy that he was starting his alliance with Thor Odinson. Either way, seeing him happy made the weight on your shoulders lighter.

“Say, Peter, quite the celebration you got going on,” your father voiced, a proud grin adorning his face once everyone was seated. “Heard you sealed the deal with Thor and now you’re engaged!” he cheered, the brightness illuminated on his face that matched the same energy as Peter’s when you looked at him.

“Wait, Peter, you knew about this?” you shook your head in shock, staring at the man across from you.

Many questions were flying through your head at that moment. How long did he know? How long was he hiding this from you? Why did he agree to it? And why did he seem so unfazed by it?

“Doll, it was his idea,” your father clarified, patting your shoulder as he chuckled. “And I was the one to pass him the opportunity,” he added, sending another pleased grin his way.

“Peter,” you directed back to him. “How could you?”

He blinked as he focused on you, his lips curving upward into a smile.

“Well, I was the only logical choice, I know you, your father trusts me, I’m financially well off, and I can bring you the protection your father can no longer give,” he shrugged like it was obvious, but you couldn’t believe it.

It was one thing that your father told you you were to marry Peter. But now hearing that Peter was the one to suggest it made your heart break.

The two most important men in your life were deciding your choices and it was scary. Your mind can’t even comprehend it.

“You’re my best friend, don’t you want to fall in love?” you baffled.

“Trust me, princess, this is going to be good for all of us,” he reached over to grab your hand. “And who’s not to say we won’t fall in love? We love each other already,” he breathed out a laugh and you shut your eyes.

This had to be a nightmare.

“As friends, not romantically,” you were bewildered, your eyes shooting open again. “What about my home? I have a life,” you tried to rip your hand away, but he kept his grip tight.

“We’ll get married by next Friday, you’ll move in with me, it’ll be a big change but you’ll live comfortably, never have to work a day in your life,” he reassured, squeezing your hand.

You glanced around the penthouse. It was nice, luxurious like your current home, but it wasn’t your home. Peter’s penthouse was very modern and manly. Sure it was clean, but it was too clean-cut and dark for your liking.

“I know my place isn’t up to your standards, but you can redecorate however you want,” he circled his thumb on the top of your hand. “It’ll become your home too,” he softly spoke, squeezing your hand once more before he let go.

“You are marrying yourself one hell of a guy, doll,” your father butted in, trying to offer some lightheartedness to the conversation but you couldn’t find it in yourself to receive that comfort. “C’mon, smile, you’re a bride now!”

Your father and Peter let out a roar of cheers, trying to excite you but you could only sit there. Futile in their attempts to hype you up, Peter decided it was best to carry on with the celebration.

“I had your favorite champagne flown in,” Peter hauled the bottle from the ice as he stood up.

And it was indeed your favorite, imported from France- the bubbles just seemed to pop more on your tongue and Peter knew. He bought you a bottle every year for your birthday every since you turned twenty-one.

“Picked it just for tonight,” Peter smiled. “We’re not just celebrating you, but us,” he winked your way, your father gushing with excitement that he reached over to pinch your cheek and all you can do was force out a hum.

You stared down at your hands. Your freshly manicured nails shone in the light, a baby pink shade that Peter picked out when you called him while you were getting your nails done. It was only a few days since and you wondered if he had known about this then.

The pop of the cork drowned out your thoughts, Peter and your father pouring the gold liquid into the glasses. You were handed one by Peter and it wasn’t a second later that you downed it completely.

“Woah, doll, slow down there,” your father patted your shoulder, letting out a playful chuckle as he looked at his future son-in-law.

“Don’t worry, she gets like that when she’s nervous,” Peter excused you, sending you a grin.

Of course, he remembered that about you. Why was it so aggravating to have him know so much about you? It felt invasive, there was rarely any secrecy, minimal surprises with Peter. He knew you better than anyone in the world and because of that, because of his lineage and status- your father only saw the perfect husband for his little girl.

And that made hatred bubble in your stomach as you stared back at him.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do this,” you placed your elbows on the table as you leaned forward. “Why?” you rested your head in your hands as you stared at your father and then Peter.

The two shared a look before Peter spoke up.

“You know why, princess, think of this as a good thing, you’re marrying your best friend,” he offered another smile, that twinkle shining in his eyes when he got real. “Isn’t that how you’re supposed to do it? Marry your best friend?” he shrugged.

“But we haven’t dated, I don’t know you like that,” you emphasized, repeating your reasoning.

“Doll, if you don’t want to marry Peter, then I guess I can’t guarantee you’ll be safe anymore,” he sighed, leaning back in his seat, biting the inside of his cheek as he allowed you to contemplate it.

You glanced over at him and you could tell he was sick of this behavior, he made it very evident that he was doing this for your best interest. While it appeared that you had already accepted that, your heart was not in it.

But the threat your father made unsettled you. Your father never went that far in his threats with you. Actually, he never went anywhere with them because you’re his daughter.

Why now, though? You loved your father with all your heart and the minute you glanced back at him and saw nothing but fear and worry, you remember why you had to do this.

“I’ll marry Peter,” you said more calmly, your father closing his eyes in content and you physically saw the load come off his shoulders.

“I promise you won’t regret this, Y/N,” Peter stood up, reaching into his suit pocket as he rounded the table.

You watched carefully, he didn’t rip his eyes from you once as he kneeled in front of you. A beautiful red velvet box was in his hands when he propped one knee up. He gently opened it, revealing a princess cut, gold banded engagement ring.

It was too simple to be considered grand but based on the size of the diamond- you wondered how much it cost. More importantly, you beat yourself up wondering how Peter knew this is the exact ring you always dreamed of.

“Y/N Barnes, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he asked, a glint in his eyes.

You attempted to whisper a “yes”, but you solely nodded, too scared to say anything but he nonetheless gently slipped the ring on your finger.

As you stared at the diamond- it felt real suddenly. It fit too perfectly to be a coincidence and was way too comfortable on your finger.

Peter knew you, but how did he know this much?

~~~~~

Ushered out of your bed at six in the morning was something you weren’t expecting, even more, when you saw Nat was the one to pull you out of the bed. She didn’t even let you change from your pajamas before you were pushed into the elevator and into a car that took you to the venue.

You were very thankful though when she handed you your favorite drink from your favorite cafe the moment you arrived in the bridal suite.

It was too early in your opinion, the ceremony didn’t begin until two that afternoon and you wanted to know why you needed eight hours to get ready. Six hours would’ve been good at least.

“Wanda brought breakfast, you need to eat since you most likely won’t the rest of the day,” Nat placed food from a place right in front of you and you instantly heard your stomach rumble.

Both she and Wanda already had their hair and makeup done, now it was your turn and you still had two and a half hours on the clock left.

“Has anyone seen my phone?” you asked, realizing you haven’t been on it all day. “I want to text Peter,” you said, worry filling your voice. “Or maybe I can see him for a bit?” you thought, knowing even a few seconds would bring you ease.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Wanda approached you, glancing at you through the mirror.

“I don’t know, I’ll just feel better if I see him,” you shrugged.

“Oh sweetie, it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride,” Nat cooed. “If you want I can send him a message,” she suggested, but you quickly shook your head knowing it won’t be the same.

As bad as you wanted to be mad at Peter, you couldn’t. He was still your best friend at the end of the day and he knew how to make your nerves go away. He was always there for you...

“Peter, I don’t think I can do this,” you shook your head, watching as all the other students enter the front of the hotel. “What if the rumors are true?” you held onto your clutch as you stared horrified at the school.

Your senior prom was tonight, with many students gossiping about your reign of prom queen, other rumors have surfaced about your winning being sabotaged.

Possibilities of a scene straight out from Carrie or even worse.

Even with your father, some students had the balls to defy your name and bully you. Most of it was tolerable ever since Peter beat up that one kid, but there was still a bit of name-calling.

And now with the final nights of high school, those students figured they should go off with a bang- which was something you didn’t want to witness.

“I will make sure nothing happens to you, and if someone does try to pour a bucket of pig’s blood over your head, I’ll be the one to make them regret it,” he placed his hands on your upper arms, a reassuring look washing over his face.

“Okay, let’s go,” you smiled back, letting him grab your hand and lead you up the steps.

Turns out the rumors were true, but Peter caught the group of girls that wanted to dump tar on you before you went up the stage to accept your crown. And hell, did you look beautiful.

“You’re beautiful,” Nat admired as she placed the small tiara on top of your head. “What do you think?” she asked, turning you to face the mirror.

Your dress was a poofy a-line dress with a sweetheart neckline, a floral lace was decorated around it, and had beautiful off-the-shoulder puff sleeves. You looked stunning like a princess.

“I look like a bride,” you said truthfully, astonished by how perfect you looked. “But I don’t feel like one,” your gaze fell as you played with your fingernails.

“Don’t chip your manicure,” she slapped your hands away from each other. “Trust me, the moment you see Peter, you’ll feel like one,” she squeezed your upper arms reassuringly.

Nat was sort of your stepmother. She and your father had an on-and-off relationship your entire life. Both are too preoccupied with their businesses to truly focus on one another, though. In the past few days, you wondered where you'd be right now if she was your mom.

Maybe she’d have Bucky give you more leeway and you’d be marrying someone you loved. Not your best friend.

“Do you think my dad made the right choice for me?” you asked, staring at her in the mirror.

She let out a sigh as she pondered before offering a smile as she opened her mouth to speak.

“I think your father wishes he knew what was best for you, but because of his job, he is forced to make some bad ones,” she answered, adjusting a piece of your hair. “Forcing you to marry is one of them, but having Peter be the one is not,” she added.

You stared at her blankly, unsure of what to say.

“Peter is a good guy, he clearly loves you and is willing to do anything for you, you may not love him romantically, but give that time,” she rested her chin on your shoulder as she looked back at you.

She was right.

Peter did everything for you your entire life. Shopping trips, brunches, spa days, late-night calls even though he had an early shift the next day- there was no second-guessing with him. Hell, even with two weeks of planning this wedding, it was all: “Whatever you want, princess.”

Not to mention, he agreed to marry you.

Peter was your best friend and your protector. Maybe you did just need some time to love him that way. And hopefully, he will too.

A knock rang through the bridal suite, Wanda rushing over to open the door to reveal your father standing on the other side.

He was decked out in his tux, his beard and hair were freshly groomed. When he walked in, he wore a bright smile, Wanda and Nat making space for you and him.

“You’re beautiful, doll,” your father tears up, but he wasn’t going to cry in front of the other two women. “So grown up,” he sniffled as he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on the top of your hand.

“Thank you, Dad,” you forced a smile.

“Almost time,” he sucked in a breath. “Until you’re no longer mine,” he frowned. “You’ve grown into such a wonderful woman,” he cupped the side of your face as he held your hand close to his chest.

You stared lovingly at your father. For all he did and sacrificed for you, the life he blessed you with. There was always going to be that time when you were no longer dependent on him- you just didn’t realize it’d be this soon.

“You raised me into one,” you said, voice cracking as you tried not to start a scene.

“Just remember you’ll always be my little girl,” he grabbed your face and kissed the top of your head and that’s what you needed to start the waterworks.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you breathed out, fanning your eyes as you gasped.

“Oh, doll, you’re just emotional, it’s your wedding day,” Wanda came up and quickly dabbed your eyes. “Bucky, I told you not to make her cry,” she directed to your dad.

“I know, I know, it’s hard,” he sniffled.

“There, all better,” she grinned, as she fixed your makeup. “Shall we get this show on the road then?” she asked, helping you with your dress.

Walking down the aisle gave you a rush of anxiety that you never felt before. The moment the doors to the venue opened and your eyes landed on Peter. He was dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit, bow tie tied perfectly around his neck. He looked rather dashing, always was anyway.

You passed him a smile that caused his smile to grow larger and that’s when you felt your cheeks heat up.

This wasn’t so bad.

The melody to the music continued to play as you proceeded down the aisle. Every single guest passed a twinkling smile, a few tears shed at how beautiful you looked. Perhaps it was the stares, but you felt your anxiety increase when you glimpse at each person you passed.

You barely knew any of them and as you began to take deeper breaths, you clutched your nails into your father’s arm and your bouquet. He tried to calm you down by rubbing your arm but it didn’t help at all.

Until you ripped your eyes away and focused back on Peter. His eyes filled with concern but the second you sent a look that you were alright, he let out a breath the moment you met him at the alter.

He reached for your hand that was passed on from your dad and his warm touch reassured you.

Everything was going to be alright.

Peter will take care of you, treat you as an equal, and love you. Someday, you might even renew your vows, reading the words you wrote for one another that were filled with love and passion because you truly loved each other.

But for now, as the officiant read off words of endearment you did your best to listen in, trying not to focus on your sweating hands that were held in Peter’s. You gave a pleasant smile as you recited your vows and placed the gold band on Peter’s finger.

“I do,” you replied when asked, Peter growing a bigger smile as he grabbed your left hand and eagerly placed the matching ring on yours, fitting right on top of your engagement ring.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant said.

You batted your eyes in anticipation. This was going to be your first ever kiss with Peter and it was in front of hundreds of people- strangers. And while you seemed nervous, Peter gently grabbed your face and leaned in.

The kiss was powerful and unexpected. He knew exactly how to move his mouth against yours and it felt magical. The thought of kissing your best friend occurred in your brain once or twice, but this, this was so much better.

To seal the deal off, you placed one hand on his chest and deepened it. The shutter and flash of the camera made you jolt, prompting him to pull away with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

He swiftly intertwined your hands together, leading you back down the aisle as all the guests applauded. He stopped right at the end, pulling you in for another kiss and the snap of the photographer’s camera startled you again.

He pulled away with a laugh, holding you close as you exited the venue.

“Mrs. Parker,” he gestured to the limo, a driver waiting with the door open as he guided you inside.

The name was going to be an adjustment to make, but it did have a nice ring to it.

~~~~~

The guests cheered as they gathered outside the reception, sparklers in their hands that created an arch for the two of you.

Peter grabbed your hand as you both walked down to your getaway car. Your grip was firm on his hand and you kept close to your new husband. All the cheering and shouts of the guest heightened your anxiety, but having Peter there seemed to put you at ease.

He held you close now, putting his arm around your waist snuggly as you approached the last few feet of the path. The photographer and videographer still stood by as they captured the moment he pulled you into his arms and dipped you for a kiss.

If the crowd couldn’t have gotten louder.

You waved goodbye to the guests, especially to your father before Peter was guiding you into the passenger’s seat of his car. He quickly circled before he got in, starting the car and you were off, the wedding-goers becoming smaller as you drove further and further away.

The skirt of your dress had ridden up slightly, prompting Peter to place his hand on your upper thigh. You both had changed into more casual attire- Peter insisting on you wearing those cheetah print heels he got you all those weeks ago and a nice coffee brown cocktail dress he also bought you. While he sported a matching brown button-up and khakis.

As dashing as he was throughout the night, there was just something about him now that made you grin from ear to ear. Although, it wasn’t like that was going to go anywhere. Even if you were married now.

You thoroughly enjoyed the reception. It just felt like a party and oftentimes you forgot you were the reason for the celebration. The countless clanging of silverware against the glasses encouraged Peter to kiss you. And of course, Peter would grab the side of your face and kiss you like he meant it.

You had your first dance first thing and while you were a trained ballerina for a good part of your life, your nerves seemed to get the best of you. Fortunately, Peter was your saving grace and he took the lead, drawing you close to him as he hummed along to the song in your ear.

The entire night, his touch brought your shivers. A tingly sensation that would draw up your spine and cause a rush of heat to your cheeks. He seemed to notice too because he touched you often. Unless he was just doing his part to sell that you were both in love.

In that case, he was a phenomenal actor.

And now after a long plane ride to Bora Bora- you finally arrived on your honeymoon.

Peter carried the bags as you made your way up the path. Your heels in your hand as you walked up the stone to the beachfront villa Peter owned. You turned back to look at the beach and the moon reflecting on the waves made for a beautiful scene.

As you were about to walk through the door, Peter stopped you. You furrowed your brows at him but you quickly let out a yelp when he picked you up bridal style.

“I have to stick with traditions, princess,” he smirked while he walked you through the threshold as you grew a small smile, wrapping your arm around his neck.

You took this time to take in all the beautiful amenities to the place, the kitchen and living room decorated to fit the aesthetic and everything just seemed so open and calm. You loved it.

The bedroom was even grander as you spotted the king-sized bed, rose petals shaped into a heart right on top of the duvet. There was a huge patio door leading to a private pool and another door that revealed a huge marble tub and a walk-in shower.

“How come you never took me here?” you asked, walking over to the patio to get a look at the view, admiring every inch of the place.

“I always planned on it, just had to wait for the right occasion,” he shrugged, walking up behind you. “Seemed like the perfect one now,” he whispered, kissing the back of your ear as he trailed a hand up your arm.

“You know you don’t have to do that, we’re alone,” you turned around to face him.

“Do what?” he furrowed his brows. “Being affectionate? You’re my wife, I think I’m allowed to do that behind closed doors,” he cocked a brow, wrapping his arms around your middle.

You were about to open your mouth to say something, but he beat you to it.

“C’mon, I have something for you,” he pulled away, hand brushing over yours. You straightened up as he walked over to his suitcase, unzipping it and filing through the different clothes before he pulled out a white material. “Put this on,” he held up a see-through lace nightie, your eyes widening at how small it was.

“Why?” you baffled, growing shy.

“You’ll look beautiful when we consummate our marriage,” he explained, his lips curving upwards as his eyes darkened with lust.

“Peter,” you muttered out, wrapping your arms around yourself. “You’re not serious, are you?” you looked at him with shock. “I didn’t think,” you trailed, letting out a breath as you stepped back.

“You think I wasn’t going to want to sleep with my wife?” he furrowed his brows, letting out a mocking laugh when he realized you were being serious. “I’ve played my cards right and I think I deserve my reward,” he stated, your eyes widening in shock.

“Peter, what are you talking about?” you questioned, growing worried, not wanting to admit to the truth.

“It was a simple plan, I knew you never wanted to do anything with the mob, you always wanted the simple life, be a doting wife and mother,” he shoved his hands into his pockets after he threw the nightie on the bed. “I love picturing it, you round and swollen with my child as you wait for me to return home,” he grinned, grabbing your hand.

You tried to pull away from him, but he kept his grip strong.

“I waited as we got older, I also knew about your father’s enemies, willing and ready to rip you to shreds just cause they can, so of course, I suggested you be married, a safer precaution,” he shrugged, lips pursing.

You felt more tears prick in your eyes as he carried on.

“I was ready to fight for my right to your hand, but I was surprised when he was quick to pick me,” he smiled proudly. “Obviously, I accepted his offer, now not only will I be the leader of the Parker mob, but Barnes will soon be under my name and I will have my beautiful, sexy wife,” he raked his eyes over your body, “right by my side.”

“Why would you lie to me?” you whimpered, you were so confused.

“I’ve been in love with you for as long as I could remember,” he reached up to cup your face. “I needed to make sure I had you, I hated lying to you, but now I’m being honest,” his face softened as he wiped away your tears.

“You love me?” you felt a pang at your heart when he nodded.

“More than life itself,” he added. “And I can’t wait for the day you love me just as much, but for now I can show you just how much I love you,” he stood up, leading you with him.

“I-I have never done this before,” you gulped when you realized what he was insinuating.

“I know, I’ll make you feel amazing though,” he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “So, please would you put this on for me?” he reached for the nightie again.

With shaky hands, you sucked in your tears before you nodded, taking it slowly and you took your time with venturing into the bathroom.

Now were you not only married to your best friend, but you had to sleep with him?

You closed your eyes as you undid your dress, your hands shaking when you slid the lacey, thin material over your head. You felt cold and bare. You didn’t even spare a glance in the mirror before you found yourself standing in front of Peter again.

He had stripped himself of his clothes, leaving him in his briefs. You had forgotten how much of a physique he had and you had to force yourself to stop staring before he caught on. And it was very evident that he was already hard.

“Princess,” Peter groaned, gaping at the sight before him. “You are so beautiful,” he ran his hands up your sides, a shiver escaping your mouth as you glanced at him. “So delicate,” he whispered, tracing his hands over your ass before they ran up your back.

One of his hands traced to your front, the lacey material giving him a gist of what your breasts looked like, his tongue outlined his lips while he pinched your sensitive peaks with his fingers.

Biting your tongue, you weren’t sure how that felt as good as it did, but Peter noticed and he let out a chuckle when you sucked in a breath.

“That’s only the beginning,” he stepped closer, grabbing the back of your neck.

His lips met yours again in an instant and you let out a soft moan when he ran his tongue across your bottom lip.

That was new.

Up until this point, your arms were stuck by your sides, but you lightly placed them on his sides, nails digging into his skin as you clung to him, enjoying the kiss.

He easily won dominance, one hand firm on your neck while the other explored every curve of your body. He was insatiable, so ravenous- part of you liked it.

The vibrations against your lips anytime he groaned when you raked your nails across his skin, the groove of his muscles made that spark ignite in your core. The sensation was weird and you felt unsatisfactory.

“Take these off,” he panted as he pulled away for a split moment, your eyes fluttering open. You felt his fingers play with the band of your thong before he slipped underneath and guided them along your legs.

“Peter, I’m not sure-,” you were cut off when he shushed you.

“That kiss was good, right?” he cupped either side of your face to make you look at him.

Your face heated up as much as you wanted to deny it, but you sheepishly let out a small nod, allowing him to lead you to the bed.

He pulled you into his lap, your core brushing against the material of his briefs and you let out a soft groan. Humored at your reaction, he laid back, placing a hand on your hip.

“Sit on my face,” he gazed up at you, a glint of hunger washed over his eyes and you stared blankly at him, unsure of what he meant by that.

“Peter, I-,” you hesitated, hoping for some clarification before you did what he told you.

“Come up here,” he ordered, squeezing your ass.

Your legs shook when stood and you wobbled as you hovered over him, your hand pushing down the material of your nightie to cover your exposed bits as you squatted above him, but he pulled your hand away and sucked in a breath when he caught sight of your core.

“Oh, princess,” he groaned, running his thumb along your slit, your hand clutching the headboard in front of you. “I’ve always wondered what you taste like,” he kissed along the inside of your thigh, a small gasp leaving your lips at the feeling.

It was strange, the way shocks of electricity ran up your spine and back down to your abdomen with just the slightest touch of his lips. And it would repeat all over each time he trailed up closer and closer, the feeling more powerful.

All of a sudden, you felt the wetness of his tongue slide between your folds, spreading his saliva around. You gripped the headboard with your other hand when your body jolted, a tingling sensation rising. He continued to do that repeatedly, his hands gripping the tops of your thighs to hold you down.

“Peter,” your forehead creased, tilting your head back when he bit at a sensitive spot.

You’ve touched that place once or twice before, but the pleasure rushing through your body was never this good. And part of you despised Peter for being the one to do so. But the other part couldn’t find shit to care about.

“Mhmm,” he hummed against you, sucking on your bud when he realized you liked it, his tongue circling it before he licked another swipe to collect your slick. “I knew you’d taste so good,” he mouthed, the vibrations causing you to grind against his face. “And I knew you’d learn to like it too,” he chuckled, your hand reaching down to grip his hair.

“Oh, God,” you moaned, your teeth biting down hard on your lip as your eyes shut closed.

Peter looked up at you, breasts held up by the nightie but the see-through material let him see how your nipples became hard, letting him know how much you were enjoying this. Smiling to himself, he felt proud, he had you just where he wanted you.

“Gonna cum, princess?” he muttered, your movements against his mouth becoming frantic as you rode him. “Just let go,” he guided you through your first orgasm, your fist tugging on his curls when you came undone, your thighs shaking under his touch.

“Peter, Peter!” you screamed, rocking your hips back and forth before you felt yourself give out. Your legs were unsteady but Peter was quick to maneuver you to your back, your chest heaving up and down. “Oh my god.”

“I know, I know,” he cooed, spreading your legs open once more. “Felt good, right?” he looked up at you, your head nodding shamefully. “That was just the tip of the iceberg,” he smirked, crawling back up to you.

“I can’t do anymore, Peter,” you whined, shaking your head against the pillow.

“But I haven’t even shown you the best part,” he frowned, gesturing between the two of you and you gulped when you saw him. He was hard and it looked painful, the way his red-tip oozed with precum, begging to be inside you already, no way was it going to fit.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll go slow,” he grinned, slowly aligning his tip to your entrance. “Might be a tight fit, but we’ll manage,” he smiled, kissing you.

A moan escaped your lips when you tasted yourself on his lips. It was a strange taste, but it distracted you when he entered you.

The tightness caused him to pull away, his eyes focused intensely on your connected bodies as he let out a pained groan. You were clenched around him, practically sucking him back in with your lips.

He was smooth in hiking your legs up with his arms, pressing them into your chest, giving him and you a new angle while he slid in deeper, your eyes rolling back just slightly when he brushed against a certain spot.

Moving your legs up to his arms so the backs of your knees rested on his biceps allowed your chests to be pressed together, the closeness making it all the more intimate.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, rocking his hips back slowly. “So wet for me, being such a good girl,” he rested his forehead against yours.

“Peter,” you whimpered, nails digging into his forearms when you tried to decipher between the pain and pleasure.

He rocked his hips back and forth, enabling you to divulge in the feeling of his cock sheathing you. You whimpered as he let go of your legs, his arm wrapping around underneath you to lift your hips.

“Shit,” you hissed, hands finding their way to his shoulders, nails creating scratch marks on his skin.

“Such a sailor’s mouth, princess,” he mocked in your ear, pressing kisses on your face before he made his way down, his other hand groping your breast through the lace before he slipped them out, the cold air forcing a shudder out of you.

Running your fingers through his hair, you bit your lip as he sucked on your nipple, another new feeling you found yourself experiencing that you loved.

You opened your legs wider, allowing his dick to rut into you even deeper than before. The sensation of his pelvis rubbing against your clit made you shiver, causing you to tug on his hair harder.

“Peter, please,” you gasped, his mouth moving to your other breast.

“Tell me what you want, princess,” he lifted his head, eyes dazed from the pleasure as he stared at you.

“I want you, Peter, I want you,” you cried, pushing the hair out of his face before you leaned up to kiss him.

“You have me,” he said against your lips. “You have me,” he panted, your noses knocking.

Tongues clashed against each other, your hands wandered over his body like you were afraid he’d disappear.

But, Peter was there and he was yours and you were his.

Your skin slapped against each other and your chests were pressed together. You kissed along his neck and jaw, whispering encouragements in his ear as you inhaled his wonderful scent. One hand stuck in his hair, threading your fingers through his brown curls and you were sure he was going to have terrible bedhead the moment you got up.

It wasn’t going to matter though, the only thing Peter cared about was cumming inside of you. Finally marking you as his and ensuring that his seed is planted deep.

He knew it was early for babies, but he figured you both could get a head start on practicing. He couldn’t wait for the day you were swollen with his child, your hormones gone awol as you beg for him to fuck you and fill you repeatedly.

The thought alone brought him to many orgasms way before you got engaged. It was always the lonely mornings and nights that would stir him awake in hopes that you were sleeping beside him.

And now he has it. He has you. Right beneath him as your walls squeezed around his cock, urging him deeper with each thrust. His arm tightly wrapped around you, tits bouncing and your breath hot on his skin.

You were close, he could tell. Your legs moved frantically, nails forming scratches and marks along his back and shoulders, fingers tugging on his brown locks. He loved the feeling of your skin against his, your coat of sweat glistening off one another.

Nudging you to look at him, he framed your head with his arm. You were so disoriented, eyes continuously rolling to the back of your head if it weren’t for him to tell you to look at him. It brought a smile to his face at how cock-hungry you were and it was only your first night together.

And there you were again, your back arching, face hiding into his chest as you clawed at his lower back. Your slick walls contracted around him, holding him in place when he came as well.

“Oh, fuck,” he fisted the pillow behind you, his balls pulsating against you as they spilled his seed inside you.

You glanced at him, mouth agape as you felt him finish inside of you. His head rested in the crook of your neck and you felt the way his muscles clenched underneath your fingertips. You were amazed, honestly.

Divulging in the scent of his cologne, you pressed a kiss to his shoulder and trailed your way up to his face. One of your hands still lodged in his hair.

“That was good,” you breathed heavily, chest rising and falling, your nightie bunched up around your middle.

“More than good, fantastic, princess,” he lifted his head, eyes heavy-lidded as he stared down at you. “You were so amazing,” he framed your head with his arm as he brushed pieces of hair out of your face.

“I liked it,” you hummed, running your thumb over his cheek, gazing admirably into his eyes.

He kissed you once more, your hand pulling him close before he slipped out, emptiness consuming you but your thoughts were interrupted when you had the urge to pee, Peter carrying you out of bed and to the bathroom.

After you cleaned yourself and you fixed the top of your nightie, Peter helped you into the bed, his briefs back on him.

Your mind still had trouble processing what had happened only a few minutes ago, you still shook with pleasure. Peering over at Peter, he still had that “winning a million dollars” grin plastered on his face.

He drew you into his chest, face resting on his pec while he rubbed circles on your hip. You rested your hand right in the middle of his chest and you did your best to fall asleep.

While this was still all new to you, he treated it as if you have already done this. As this level of intimacy was normal between you.

Now not only were you adopted into the mob life but you were married to it. No matter what, from now on you will always be dependent on Peter in every possible way.

And while that may seem intimidating or even scary- you couldn’t help but wipe the smile off of your face as you fell asleep.

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the Little Fox Masterlist

“The idea of being free was a foreign concept. Being free meant having choices, having opportunities. Being a hybrid meant never being free.”

Summary: Just as you escaped the Little Fox, a bidding house, you find yourself at war with your thoughts, not wanting to go to another shelter. You didn’t expect yourself to find a home anywhere, especially not with the men who found you, and their pack.

Pairing: eventual polyBTS x hybrid reader

Genre: hybrid au!, fluff, angst, poly, mentions of abo, slowburn, eventual smut

Status: Complete

Warnings: insecurities, anxiety, past abuse, past sexual abuse, mentions of rape/noncon, some violence, mentions of violence. Some warnings may be added to the beginning of individual chapters. 

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Chapters:

moodboard

playlist 

character profiles

Preview 

Preview 2

Part 1: The Beginning

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Part 2: Roaring Realizations

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18: The Finale

Drabbles:

drabble 1

drabble 2

Grocery Shopping

This Is Halloween 

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

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missed f(l)ight║m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reader (platonic: lando norris and daniel ricciardo)

requested: yes/no

synopsis: in which max and his partner fall into an argument about commitment to their relationship before max’s flight to baku and there’s nothing more than the two of them wanting to be with each other 

warnings: a bit of angst, argument, j*s verstappen (mentioned), h*lmut m*rko (mentioned), softie!max

word count: 3k

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Moonstruck | Yandere KNJ x Reader

Preview: Namjoon had this all planned out. Your father was a smart man, but unfortunately, even smart people make stupid decisions. He had abandoned you like a coward, saving his ass like the selfish man he was, thinking that leaving you would be the safest option for the both of you.

If you truly didn’t know where your father was, then maybe he should know where you were. After all, it would be rude to not attend his daughter’s and future son-in-law’s wedding.

Genre: Yandere, Mafia au

Word count: 7,7k

Pairing: Yandere Mafia Boss Namjoon x Florist/daughter of a hitman reader, gangster Seventeen Jun.

Warnings: yandere, forced marriage, stalking, kidnapping, obsession, drugging, blackmail, isolation, murder, use of taser, non consensual touching, non consensual kissing, physicalviolence, abuse of power, manipulation, panic attacks, anxiety attacks, cursing, use of knife but not on people, blood, guns, absent mother, divorced parents, former alcoholic father.

Disclaimer: This type of content is not suitable for all audiences and I do not condone any of the presented behaviours. This is purely for entertainment and fictional purposes and I don’t think any BTS member would act like this.

Authors note: My mind is BLOWN, I did NOT just write something like this did I? Oh well, I hope you guys enjoy the one-shot. Feedback is very much appreciated!💜

Soon. Soon enough will all of this be over.

Growing up and seeing your father avoid and deal with loan sharks since you could remember. Haven’t always been the easiest to handle.

You don’t blame your father because after your mother left your dad stopped working, the drinking got even worse, and for a while you had to live with your grandparents until your dad got his shit together.

After a year he claimed he had gotten everything sorted out, but no one believed him until one day he showed up at your grandparent’s house with a bunch of gifts.

The same day, he treated you to a nice day at the carnival. He brought you all the tasty sweets, went on all the rides with you, and won you a plushy that became your childhood favorite toy.

For a moment, you forget all the pain from seeing your father and mother fighting for years, seeing mysterious cuts and bruises on his body, and seeing your dad get drunk to the point where he would pass out.

It had been a while since you felt happy and hearing your father laugh and smile, it made you feel like everything was fine now.

That was until you found out how fast your fairytale was coming to an end.

“Sweetie, I’m talking to you, don’t walk away!” Your father yelled from the kitchen.

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Doom Boy (KNJ x F!Reader)

pairing: Namjoon x reader (also featuring hyung line) genres/au/rating: angst, smut, some fluff, mafia au, 18+ summary: Namjoon was a doom boy - he’d spent his entire life running from the ghosts of his past, keeping you and your son safe from the monsters that lurked on the city streets. He should have known that one day they’d catch up to him.

warnings: the mafia, attempted attack, drinking, mentions injury, mentions of past ab*se, brief mention of illicit subtances and money laundering, minor character deaths, choking, a great escape, Namjoon being an art hoe, smut warnings: sexting, dirty talk, brief daddy kink moment, explicit sexual content, soft dom!Namjoon, oral (f receiving), riding (it’s Namjoon duh), wrap it before you tap it pls

word count: 14.2k

a/n: happy Joon day (i hope i make the deadline) oh gosh, I don’t even know what this is like this was just supposed be some angsty yearning but it turned into this whole story bc Namjoon is the loml. i highkey think this is a huge mess and like cried outlining it bc i was feeling so many emotions, but it’s the first piece of writing in a month that i haven’t trashed completely (rip Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jungkook fics that shall never see the light of day). i really, really hope you like it! pls also excuse any grammar errors, i’ll go back and fix them soon!

Thank you to Ryen @kithtaehyung for the gorgeous banner!!

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By all accounts, it was a typical Friday. The sun blazed down on the pavement, rivulets of sweat making their way down Namjoon’s back on his commute home from the office. Shuddering, he loosens his tie, eager to let the shackles of his mundane office job fall away from his being. Combing a hand through the strands of his hair, he thinks that maybe he should get a haircut next week, but ultimately decides against it when he imagines your face in his mind, lips pursed in a pout and eyes shimmering with the glimmer of unshed tears.

I love your hair like this, he can hear you whisper breathlessly, his mind flitting back to the memory of your fingers tugging at the strands nearly a month ago, daring him to pull you into another kiss after what had already been an endless night tangled up in the sheets, making the most of the precious time Hyun had at his jobumo’s house. He’d never been able to deny you a single thing, not since the moment your hand had shyly slipped into his on the walk back from your college library, the comfortable silence between you two soon blossoming into a life he’d never dared to dream of for himself.

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Heart Shaped Glitter

Anon 72  “I didn’t do it.” “Then why are you laughing?” “Cause, whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

Max Verstappen x Ferrari driver Reader

The one where pranking your teammate made two rivals fall in love

You thought getting your first contract into F1 would be the greatest dream but then getting signed to Ferrari with one of your oldest friend Charles was a close second and while you two have got to F1 together and are older now it doesn’t mean you’ve grown up. Proven by your next actions.

You were leaned against the wall of the men’s locker room at the gym you and Charles frequented, tapping your foot and waiting for the inevitable.

“Y/n?” You looked up to see the other Monaco resident driver, “Hey Max.” You nodded then went back to waiting, you and the Red Bull driver had never really spoken no matter how many times he has tried but you were always with Charles or Pierre, who were fiercely protective of you and never let him get close. Taking a look around the hallway not seeing either of your shadows.

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My Baby Don’t Like It

(Hoseok x Yoongi x Reader) 

Summary: Yoongi doesn’t like it when his boyfriend, Hoseok, brings you around. But it’s not because he doesn’t like you, quite the opposite actually. Yoongi likes you way too much. Unknown to Yoongi, Hoseok feels the same. 

Word count: 5.1k

Tags: fluff, hospitals, danceing, angst, Poly, almost cheating, emotional infidelity, implied threesome, pregnancy mention

 🎶  Song: 🎶  “Baby don’t like it” by NCT 127 🎶

Authors note: I heard the song by nct127 and I immediately had this idea for a YoonSeok poly fic so I wrote it all in one sitting. please listen to the song while you read it!

If there’s one thing for certain it’s that min Yoongi hates you. 

He hates your smile and your perfect lips that wrap over his coffee mug when he wakes on Sunday and finds you talking in your practically infuriating voice to his boyfriend. He hates it When you cross your soft looking legs at the ankle while you sit on your kitchen counter (in the exact spot that Yoongi had made love to Hoseok on last week). He hates when you act embarrassed after he snidely asks you what the fuck you’re doing here so early.

He hates when his boyfriend sighs over the edge of his own coffee mug and points out that it’s nearly one. Later Hoseok will say that it’s not your fault that Yoongi likes to sleep late or that you wanted to see your best friend on his only day off (which was also Yoongi’s only day off). He hates that you’re his boyfriend’s best friend. You’ve been in their lives for so long that if Yoongi was going to approve of your friendship with his boyfriend or make any move to be your friend himself, he would have done it by now.

Maybe it would be easier if you weren’t so beautiful. there is something about your presence that is so reassuring. Something about the way you talk that pulls Yoongi in like a riptide. maybe he could have ignored that if you weren’t so beautiful, but no you had to be gorgeous and kind. 

He can’t get close to you, won’t let himself make what would surely end up being a mistake. Min Yoongi couldn’t hate you nearly as much as he wanted to, not that he hadn’t tried. No matter how much he tried to find fault with your personality or how he tried to push you away from him, he couldn’t hate you, his heart wouldn’t let him.

Because if he knew one thing at all-it’s that he would always love you more.

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New year, old me 💁🏼‍♀️

Change, Gratitude and Creation 🤍 here for it all!

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Saudade

↳ pairing: lee suho x reader

↳ synopsis: this is the third installment following philophobia and metanoia. after years of being away from your soulmate, you finally begin to believe that you have a chance at a normal life. but you learn that fate is never that simple or kind.

↳ warnings: language, alcohol consumption (nothing too crazy), ANGST you guys know what it is, a pinch of fluff

— note: sorry this took so long! i hope you guys enjoy the final part!

Fate was something you would never be able to truly understand. It was something so complex, yet at the same time so astoundingly simple.

When you were younger, you always believed fate to be a benign concept that could only lead to happiness. The day you lost sight of your string, you belatedly realized that all your preconceived notions were nothing more than delusions born from the idealized world the people around you had constructed.

Perhaps the cognizance would’ve been easier to deal with had you not been forced to move to a city that was constantly embraced by a daunting aura, one that didn’t allow you to properly heal from your internal wounds. Looking back on it, the trepidation might’ve had something to do with the fact that Seoul was the city where you would be forced to confront your destiny—the same fate that had disappointed you time and time again.

And therein lied the reason why being back felt like a surreal dream.

Every memory that came with walking down the busy streets overwhelmed you. After all this time, you still found yourself powerless to the retention of the time in your life where you felt the most miserable. Years had passed since then, but being back at the start of it all had you faltering in a way you thought would be impossible after your treatment.

There was a sudden heaviness in your chest and feet as you neared your destination. You allowed yourself to stare at the large building with muted dejection. This was the last place you were willing to revisit, but you were aware that never returning wasn’t a viable option. Not after you agreed to work through your condition without any restraint.

You instinctually forced yourself to shove all of your unwanted emotions into the dark place of your mind that was rarely visited before heading into the large building. By this point, you’ve become overly familiar with the place; a token of your dedication to get better. In spite of the fact that you were no stranger to the setting, an unbearable feeling of discomfort overcame you in that moment. You were undeterred by this sudden shift in your emotions and forced your feet to carry you to the elevator.

You pressed the button to the top floor, briefly recalling the days when you only had to go to the fifth floor. How time flies.

The second you stepped off the elevator, you noticed a young woman waiting to greet you. She led you to the large office, knocking once before letting her boss know you had arrived. You heard a familiar voice urging her to let you in.

The doctor’s new office was twice the size of his old one—a luxury he never would’ve had without your help. Being in his office reminded you of the point in time when you were adamant about not helping him with his research. Now, helping Dr. Kwon study the enigmatic soulmate bond was the very thing you had dedicated your life to. A true irony, really.

“Y/N.” Your name was spoken fondly and with a friendly smile. “It’s been a long time since we’ve met like this. How does it feel to be back in Seoul?”

Dr. Kwon’s words made you think about how long it had been despite the fact that it felt like you left the city only yesterday. You hadn’t been able to visit him personally since you left the rehabilitation center and started working with other patients to further his research, but you never imagined that being in front of him after all this time would feel as harrowing as it did. Deep down, you knew it was only because of the torturous memories you subconsciously associated with him. Luckily for you, those memories no longer forced you into a debilitating state—a development you had worked hard to achieve.

With that thought in mind, you set the report on the doctor’s desk while murmuring a noncommittal response to his inquiry. “There aren’t any new side effects.”

Your distant response made Dr. Kwon frown. Many years had passed since you two met, yet that did nothing to help erase the line you drew all those years ago. It wasn’t unusual for his patients (you, in particular) to unconsciously project their internalized trauma onto the people in their lives, but he couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed with your behavior.

“Tell me about what’s been going on with you.” Dr. Kwon prodded gently. “Have you been seeing anyone?”

The doctor’s biggest hope was to successfully help you get past your philophobia so you could finally start living normally. However, even after all these years you still didn’t allow yourself to get close to anyone romantically in spite of knowing no one could ever hurt you as badly as your soulmate had.

“I’ve lessened my dose like you suggested.” You told him even though you knew he would read it in the report after you left.

“That…” Dr. Kwon’s smile faltered, but only for a second. “That’s great. If you aren’t experiencing any side effects or withdrawal-like symptoms, I think we can start drafting a plan for you to stop taking the suppressants altogether.”

Those words caught your interest. To be able to live normally without the help of the suppressants was something you had longed for since you started your treatment back when you were a teenager.

“Will I really be able to?”

Dr. Kwon didn’t miss the spark in your eyes as you gazed at him. It made him confident that he could potentially help you live happily like you always wanted. He would never give up his mission to help you get better, and this was the first step to achieve that goal.

“If you don’t mind staying in Seoul a bit longer.” He said simply. “This way, I’ll be able to monitor you more closely and decide how soon you can stop taking the suppressants.”

You had no intentions of extending your stay, but you would do anything to be free from the chains that came in the form of medicine. And so, you eagerly agreed.

Often times, you were thrown into situations before you realized it.

When you coincidentally ran into Soo-ah, you didn’t expect her to invite you to come out with her and a handful of your former classmates. You had meant to politely decline her invitation, but instead you found yourself asking her who would be in attendance before you could stop yourself. She listed off names you could vaguely recall, but just barely. There was no mention of him.

And so, you ended up drinking with people who you didn’t know that well and vice versa. You weren’t uncomfortable per se, but there was a pressure building in your chest that you couldn’t make sense of. Luckily, the alcohol helped you forget about the foreign sensation as well as the other strident thoughts that had been on your mind.

It wasn’t until you stumbled out of the place that the real trouble began.

You had taken all of two steps, but came to an abrupt stop after you heard a quiet yet forceful call of your name. Han Seojun was walking toward you with a strange look in his eyes. In that instant, you knew that whatever was coming next wouldn’t be pleasant.

“How long are you planning on staying in Seoul?”

His question threw you off. Seojun was someone you could hardly call a friend, and you were certain that wouldn’t change with time. Despite not liking the premonition that came along with his words, you answered him anyway.

“Not long.” You told him truthfully. “I have some work related things to take care of, then I’m leaving.”

Seojun remained silent as if in deep thought, and you assumed he was done with the conversation. But as you turned on your heel to walk away, he called out to you again. This time, the tension in his tone made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“About Lee Suho…”

You tensed instantly. Just the simple mention of his name awoke feelings in you that you thought you’d gotten rid of a long time ago. Instead of reacting in a way that would give away your true emotions, you turned your head slightly to look at him. Seojun could only see half of your face, but it was enough for him to hope that you might still care about his friend.

“He’s missed you. Even though he’s living abroad right now, he still—”

“I have to go.” You interrupted him, unwilling to hear the rest of his tirade. “I’ll see you around.”

Back then, you had no idea it was only the beginning of fate’s cruel plan.

People often said fate was something that you made yourself—something that wasn’t predetermined but something that was subject to change depending on the course of action taken. You weren’t so sure if that was true because more often than not, you found that the course of your life was filled with trials and tribulations that were completely out of your control. These painful events (as your mother and countless therapists said) were meant to build character. In your case, they just hurt.

However, now that you were older, you were starting to understand what people meant.

After all, it was you who decided to remove yourself from the situation and distance yourself from your soulmate. It was you who made the effort to get better and build a new life for yourself. That had to count for something.

You had come this far, and that in itself was a notable achievement. Soon enough, you would no longer be dependent on the supplements Dr. Kwon developed soon after you came into his care. It wouldn’t be long before you would be free to live your life without any restraints.

That thought alone made you appreciate the view that much more. Snow was falling lightly, but it didn’t take away from the calmness you felt. Nothing could kill the high you were on. Finally, everything seemed to be falling into place. The peaceful life you always yearned for was within your reach, ready to be taken.

“Y/N.”

There was a sudden heaviness in your chest and feet after you heard your name. Every single hair on your body stood up at the sound of an eerily familiar voice calling your name, a voice that you wouldn’t be able to forget in a million years. Hesitantly and very slowly, you turned around only to come face-to-face with the one person you hoped to never see again.

The mere sight of him evoked a jagged feeling from your chest that you were very familiar with. It was no longer as intense as it once was—a curtesy of the supplements you were taking. However, you weren’t numb to the dull ache seeing your soulmate caused.

Suho’s face crumpled instantly at the sight of your watery eyes. The glistening tears in your eyes could’ve easily been mistaken for previous crystals from how brightly they were shining. He reached forward and cupped your frozen face, barely able to contain the emotions swirling in his chest.

You flinched away from his touch, realizing that all the effort you made up until this point was in vain. The ache in your pounding heart reminded you that no drug in the world could be strong enough to completely detach you from all the emotions your soulmate provoked.

“I’ve missed you.”

There was a sincerity to his words that might’ve moved you at one point in time, but now his words only left a sick feeling in your stomach. This could have been due to the suppressants, or perhaps the result of being away from him for so long. Either way, the affection Suho was displaying was something you no longer wanted or needed.

“Why?” Your voice was quiet as a single tear fell from your eye. “You rejected me.”

Unlike before, Suho’s expressions were completely transparent. His wounded eyes almost had you regretting your blunt words. Almost.

Not being able to withstand the sight of his pained expression any longer, you turned around and ran.

It was a well-known fact that the string of fate pulled soulmates closer and closer until the two souls were eventually brought together. Trying to resist the tug was practically impossible and, in most cases, futile. You were no exception to this natural contingency despite taking every possible measure you could to fight it. Eventually, you learned that fate wasn’t something that could actively or easily be avoided.

That’s why it wasn’t too surprising when you crossed paths with Suho so soon after you saw him the other night at the bridge. Whether it was coincidental or not, the strength of the bond was enough to soothe the initial irritation you felt at seeing your soulmate. Perhaps the power of the pull was what made you accept the invitation to have a meal with him, or maybe it was out of the need to prove to yourself that Suho could no longer affect you in the intense way that he used to.

The restaurant wasn’t anything grand, but they did serve alcohol which was perfect for you because you weren’t sure you could sit through a meal with the person who broke your heart while being completely sober. You didn’t hesitate to start drinking before the waiter brought your food out.

“So,” Suho cleared his throat as he saw you down a shot with concern. “How have you been?”

It was a loaded question that almost made you angry because how did he think you had been? Undergoing treatment wasn’t anything easy, and it definitely wasn’t pleasant. But you couldn’t bring yourself to spit out your poisonous thoughts. If you agreed to join him it was because you were better now (and to potentially expand on your research). You couldn’t let all your hard work go to waste because of his sudden reappearance and your petty need to make him feel the same way you had all those years ago.

Suho saw you hesitate, and for a moment he was worried that the resentment you seemed to feel for him would keep him from getting closer to you. He felt extremely relieved when you answered him politely, seemingly not too caught up with rehashing the past.

“You actually worked with the Dr. Kwon?” Suho was in awe.

“I still do.” You told with a nod. “I’m the one who helped him develop the suppressant for the soulmate bond.”

Your comment wasn’t malicious, but Suho felt his chest tighten uncomfortably. The drug you helped develop was worldwide famous as it was the first of its kind. He had read about all of its effects and how it was life changing for people who had been rejected by their soulmates. People like you.

When you saw the look on Suho’s face, you let out a dry, humorless laugh. “I’m taking them, if that’s what you wanted to know.”

There was an awkward pause, and you weren’t sure why everything had become so tense all of a sudden. Suho should’ve guessed that you were taking the suppressants because of the fact that you were still alive. Without those drugs, you would’ve died a long time ago. It would’ve been easy enough to tell him that, but something restrained you from doing so.

“So… you don’t feel anything now that you’re with me?”

That wasn’t exactly true. A suppressant was different from a blocker, and even modern medicine wasn’t advanced enough to stop all the effects caused by the soulmate bond. However, you didn’t tell Suho any of that. It was petty, but there was still that part of you that was unwilling to let him off so easily.

“Not really. I feel the like I’m spending time with any other person.” You lied.

Suho felt a sharp pain strike his chest. The throbbing was painful, but all he could focus on was your cold expression. There was no trace of resentment or love or anything. Just a blank canvas that he was unable to fill.

After a beat of silence, you spoke up, unable to stand the discomfort that suddenly consumed you. “I’m sorry about your dad. It must’ve been hard for you.”

Your words caught Suho by surprise. He wasn’t sure how you knew that his dad had been in the hospital while he was abroad, but it hardly mattered. The knot in his chest loosened when he saw your earnest expression. Your empathy was just that, but to Suho it meant the world. It touched him deeply that despite all the pain he had put you through, you didn’t hate him enough to rejoice in his misfortune.

“He’s better now. That’s part of the reason why I came back.”

You didn’t need to hear the other part because you knew what it was, and you weren’t ready for him to vocalize it. Dr. Kwon would be proud.

Suho seemed to realize you were uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject. “How has it been helping Dr. Kwon with his research?”

“Healing.” You told him without thinking. “It helped me get better, and now I’m one step closer to living a normal life like everyone else.”

A sudden pain struck Suho in the chest. Your smiling face managed to soothe some of the sting, but not fully. He would never be able to truly forgive himself for what he did to you. It was his fault you hadn’t been able to finish off high school like everyone else. He was the reason you hadn’t been able to live like any other person who found their soulmate. But somehow Suho pushed down those feelings of painful regret and smiled back at you.

“That’s great, Y/N.” He managed to say through the pain he felt. “I’m… I’m really happy for you.”

Seeing Suho was starting to become a regular occurrence. He was insistent on spending time with you even though you weren’t always welcoming of his company. Recently, he had started to walk you to work. There were times where his actions moved you and times where his actions irritated you. It was usually the latter, but this time you couldn’t be angry or annoyed. Not when it was clear that something was wrong. The moment you laid eyes on Suho, an uncomfortable feeling pinched at your stomach only for it to die down and completely disappear within the next second.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked, unable to hide the worry in your voice.

Suho caught the emotion in your tone and faintly smiled. “Are you worried about me?”

The contrast in his behavior always threw you off. He wasn’t acting like the person you remembered, and you never knew what to make of his perplexing behavior. Was this really the person you met back in high school? It didn’t seem like it. There was a subtle jerk in your chest, almost as if the emotions being repressed by your medicine were clawing to get out. You frowned at the feeling.

“Have you looked in the mirror today?” You ignored his question. “You don’t look okay.”

Suho shrugged off your words. Instead he told you to have a good day and to not overwork yourself. That was another thing you couldn’t understand. Suho followed you everywhere, except your workplace. You weren’t sure why he had an apparent aversion to the building you currently worked in, but you didn’t dwell on it. Having a place you were able to escape to made you forget all about his abnormal behavior. Well, not entirely.

It was difficult not to think about the situation you had found yourself in. You didn’t know exactly what to call this… relationship between you two, but it felt like you were in a sort of limbo state. It was alarming and potentially problematic because recovery was something that was well within your grasp, and you weren’t sure if Suho was hindering you from finally grabbing what you worked so hard to achieve.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.”

Perhaps not telling Dr. Kwon that your soulmate was back and regularly seeing you wasn’t the wisest decision, but you were sure he would have canceled his plan to take you off the suppressants if you had told him the truth. You kept your cool expression in tact, not willing to give yourself away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dr. Kwon frowned. You hadn’t so much as looked up from the paperwork in front of you, but he wouldn’t let you get away from his question so easily. Not when it was about life or death.

“I’m talking about the fact that a man named Han Seojun came in here asking about a consultation for his friend, Lee Suho.”

The shift in your eyes was immediate. You couldn’t hide the emotion on your face as you looked over at Dr. Kwon. He was looking at you with a somber expression, waiting for your explanation. But you couldn’t be concerned with that because there was a sinking feeling in your stomach that wasn’t allowing you to think straight.

“Han Seojun managed to get him in here for a check up.” The doctor continued after realizing that you weren’t going to provide him with the answers he was looking for. “I’ve haven’t seen so much strain on a heart in a long time. His results look almost like yours did all those years ago.”

Blood rushed to your ears, partially muting all the noise in the room. The feel of your heart pounding painfully against your chest was foreign now, yet familiar all at the same time. It was almost entirely painful, but not quite. No. This couldn’t be happening. There had to be some sort of mistake. But you knew there wasn’t. The signs had been there, and you had purposely ignored them because you hadn’t wanted to entertain the possibility of Suho going through what you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.

“You’re rejecting the soulmate bond.” Dr. Kwon said simply, not knowing he was voicing your greatest fear. “If he doesn’t undergo treatment soon, he will die.”

There was a moment where you could only hear your heartbeat. It’s unsteady rhythm was the only thing you could focus on in order to hold back your tears. It was true that you didn’t want Suho in your life, but to think he was experiencing the same pain you had made you feel sick to your stomach. No one, not even Suho, deserved to experience that type of pain. You could only press your lips together, afraid that a sob might break through at any moment.

“Y/N?”

You lifted your distant eyes, as if snapping out of some sort of trance. “Sharing a person’s medical information is a crime.”

Dr. Kwon frowned, but wasn’t all that fazed by your threatening reminder because he was aware that your reaction was nothing more than a byproduct of the trauma caused by your soulmate. Still, he had expected more from you. The treatment you received at the facility he founded was meant to help you (which it had—physically), but it had also inadvertently morphed your philophobia into something more grave that didn’t allow you to be emotionally vulnerable.

The doctor let out a deep sigh. “Y/N—”

“If you’re going to treat him, then do it.” You said as you put down the paperwork. “Just don’t expect me to care about what happens to him.”

With that cold statement, you stood up and grabbed your things. You hurried to the door, not willing to be in the office any longer. Just as you reached the door, you were stopped by the doctor’s voice.

“He won’t take the supplements.” Dr. Kwon said. “I don’t know why, but he’s unwilling to undergo any sort of treatment.”

You swallowed thickly, unable to keep the tears in your eyes. It was difficult, but you swallowed the lump in your throat and walked out of the large office without looking back.

Suho never thought you would ask to see him first. It was something that went beyond his all of his wildest dreams, and for the first time he felt the pressure in his chest loosen. You had asked to meet him at the bridge where he first encountered you after returning, and he didn’t hesitate to clear his schedule in order to meet you. He didn’t have time to think about why you wanted to see him. It didn’t matter, either. Not when you willingly wanted to see him and spend time with him.

Suho made it to the bridge in record time. His eyes immediately spotted you, able to distinguish you almost immediately. Even from afar you looked as stunning as ever. The bright city lights managed to give you an ethereal glow that took his breath away. Not wanting to keep you wait any longer, Suho was quick to go over to where you were standing.

“Y/N.”

You turned around, expression as blank as usual. It was a bit disappointing, but Suho wouldn’t let that deter his mood. When he finally got close enough, he could see traces of concern in your eyes. It made him wonder what was wrong while thinking of ways he could ease your discomfort.

“Suho.”

He hadn’t heard you say his name in years despite all the time you two had spent together. It was like music to his ears, and it made him hopeful that you two were finally moving in the right direction. Maybe earning your forgiveness wouldn’t be impossible like he originally thought.

“You’re dying.” You said shakily. “Because of me.”

Suho felt his heart sink into his stomach. He didn’t have any time to think about how you found out, but he couldn’t stand to see at the wounded look in your eyes. The last thing he had wanted to do was hurt you, yet that was the very thing he did.

His silence made the sickening feeling amplify. It was true. You had known it was since Dr. Kwon had told you, but part of you had hoped it was a mistake or a flat out lie. To think that you were doing the same thing Suho did to you was reprehensible. All your years of helping people and your own recovery didn’t seem to mean anything because it felt like you were right back at where you started. Except now it was you who was causing the pain.

You swallowed thickly, not believing this was happening. “Why… Why wouldn’t you agree to take the suppressants?”

The stoic expression that was imprinted in your mind made an appearance for the first time since you two met again. It made you feel sick and like you were trapped in the middle of a bizarre nightmare.

“Don’t you realize what you’re doing?” Your voice rose slightly. “How could you be reckless enough to disregard your own health?”

Suho’s eyes gleamed with regret and something else you couldn’t identify. “You did the same thing back then. You risked your life for my happiness.”

The suppressants weren’t perfect, and still left room for error. Often times, the emotions people didn’t want to feel passed through and consumed them. But now it felt like you weren’t taking the medicine at all because in the next instant, you were bursting with emotions, the most prominent one being anger. How could he compare your situations? How could he think that this was what you wanted?

There was a tense pause, one that didn’t last very long but felt like an eternity.

“Don’t act like you’re doing some selfless deed.” You hissed, feeling angry tears pinch the back of your eyes. “What I did back when we met isn’t the same as what you’re doing now, and you fucking know it.”

For a moment, you two only stared at each other fiercely. Similar emotions were building inside both of you, ready to burst at the seams. Neither of you were willing to speak the truth, but expected the other to understand.

“You chose to do that for me back then.” Suho forced himself to say. “It was your choice, and what I’m doing now is mine.”

And it was his choice. Suho would never forgive himself for everything he did to you, and he was certain there was nothing he could ever do to make it up to you. Except this. Only going through the same pain would he be able to truly repent his mistakes. The only problem was that you didn’t take his words in the way he meant them.

“It was never my choice!” You yelled angrily, feeling like you could explode from the rage. “Why would I ever choose to feel the pain you put me through?”

Everything was happening too quickly, but it was too late to backtrack. The misunderstandings and the misuse of words didn’t matter anymore because you were finally letting your true feelings spill out of you like a waterfall.

“You were the one who rejected the bond that we have without caring about how it would effect me!”

The sight of your tears came as another blow to Suho’s chest, one that was much stronger than all the others. Everything was falling apart so quickly. Too quickly to stop it. Suho took a step toward you but you stepped back. The anger and pain you were feeling was evident now.

“When are you going to stop hurting me?”

Suho sucked in a sharp breath. Your words made him feel as terrible as he did when he found out you couldn’t see your string. A single tear slid down his face as he looked at your pain-filled expression. The bond between you was completely damaged, and for the first time he could feel it.

“Wasn’t it enough for you when you almost killed me because you loved Lim Jugyeong?” You wondered, feeling like your throat was closing in on itself. “I didn’t know about our bond, but you willingly ignored it. When I found out, you didn’t hesitate to tell me you didn’t want me as your soulmate. I accepted all of that, so why… why do you keep doing this to me?”

Subconsciously rejecting or accepting the soulmate bond was something every human did as soon as they recognized their soulmate, and it had a stronger effect than most people would ever understand. It might’ve occurred to you that this is exactly what you were doing, but thinking logically wasn’t possible with all the emotions that were overpowering your thoughts. It no longer mattered that you never intended for any of this to happen because it had. Because it was fate.

Suho couldn’t stand it anymore. All the pain he caused you was suffocating, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He reached for you, only to be stopped by the blinding pain his chest. Tiny black dots clouded his vision before they completely engulfed it.

You could only watch in horror as Suho collapsed on the ground just as you had all those years ago.

At times, you wondered if your entire life was nothing more than a terrible dream. Some of the things that happened to you felt too surreal and distorted to be an actual part of reality. However, there was always certain moments that managed to remind you that your life was far from a dream. Seeing Suho’s pale form laying in a hospital bed was one of those moments.

You watched him carefully, gasping quietly when his eyes slowly opened.

When Suho saw you by his bedside, it immediately eased some of the pain he was feeling. You tearfully whispered his name, no longer hiding behind the stoic mask he had grown used to. It almost made him feel like all the pain was worth it.

“I’ll go get the doctor.”

You stood to leave, but Suho immediately caught you by your wrist. He gently caressed it, looking like he might cry. “Stay. Please.”

And you did. You slowly sat back down, feeling the enigmatic pull take over your actions. You hadn’t felt it in years, and you wondered if it would be a good idea to take more of the suppressants before your feelings became too intense to control.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized through the tears. “I shouldn’t have said all those things to you knowing that your health is in a delicate state.”

Your apology meant the world to Suho, but it also managed to make him feel horrible. Just like back then, you were putting his feelings before your own, and he couldn’t stand it. He didn’t deserve the consideration you gave him back then, and he definitely didn’t deserve it now.

Suho shook his head. “Everything you said is the truth. I deserve that and much more.”

You pressed your lips together before letting out a shaky sigh. None of that mattered anymore. The only thing you were concerned about was helping him get better. “Take the suppressants.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” You demanded, feeling your heart clench painfully. “The pain is only going to get worse.”

“It’s nothing compared to what I did to you.”

His words made your heart ache. At one point in your life you wanted him to suffer in the same way you had, but now it was the last thing you wanted. Two wrongs don’t make a right, but Suho didn’t seem to realize that. Seeing him in this state wasn’t what you wanted at all. Didn’t he understand that?

“If you don’t agree to undergo the treatment, you’ll die.” You told him, your voice was an apparent mixture of fear and guilt. “How could you think that would make me happy?”

“You haven’t forgiven me for what I did, and neither have I.” Suho said. The tears in his eyes spilled over as he looked at you. “I don’t deserve it either.”

You couldn’t stop your tears own from falling. He had it all wrong, and you weren’t sure that you could ease his pain despite having done it so many times before.

“It’s not that I don’t forgive you.” You whimpered as you took ahold of his hand.

This next part was going to be difficult for you to express, but it needed to be done. It was the only way you were going to be able to truly heal from all the pain that you went through.

“It’s that I don’t forgive myself.” Your confession came out in a shaky sigh. “I didn’t love myself enough to put my health first. Even back then, I had the option to get treated before the pain became unbearable, but I didn’t because I loved you more than I loved myself.”

You let out a quiet sob. “And I’ve never been able to forgive myself for that.”

If anyone understood that feeling, it was Suho. He didn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms, caging you against him. It felt warm and comforting—an unexpected safe place. It made you feel completely protected, like nothing and no one could ever hurt you.

“It’s not your fault.” He whispered. “None of it.”

Suho couldn’t have known it, but his words set you free. Finally, you accepted that your father’s death wasn’t you fault, neither was the resentment your mother felt, not even the fact that Suho had rejected you. None of it was your fault. You were only a victim of the circumstances.

The road to recovery wouldn’t be an easy path, but it was one that you were both willing to take.

Fate was a strange concept, indeed.

Even now, you couldn’t tell if destiny was something that was predetermined or something that could be made, but it didn’t matter. You walked the path that you were meant to take despite not being ready for it. In the end, it had led you to the place that you were meant to be at.

“Y/N!”

You looked over your shoulder with a smile, seeing Suho excitedly wave at you from the other end of the street. He jogged over to you with a giant grin on his face before engulfing you in a tight hug. His warm embrace gave you a sense of security that you had grown to love.

“Did you have fun with Seojun?” You asked, feeling like you were in the middle of a blissful trance.

“The guy thinks he’s all that because he’s famous now.” Suho said jokingly, emitting a laugh from you.

An entire year had passed since that day in the hospital, and now you could proudly say that you had successfully worked past your philophobia. It hadn’t been easy, but with help from Dr. Kwon and even Suho you managed to overcome all the trauma you had been unconsciously clinging on to. Now, you were living happily without the help of suppressants.

Suho pulled back, looking at you with shining eyes. He cupped your face before he swooped down and pressed his lips against your own. You melted into the kiss instantly, feeling a fiery passion consume you. The movement of his lips was sweet yet strong. It managed to make your head swim with euphoria. Suho gently caressed your cheek before he slowly drew back.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t contain your smile. “I love you, too.”

Suho let you go and swiftly grabbed your hand. He swung it happily as you two walked down the street. “Where should we go?”

“There’s a new comic store that opened down the street.” You told him with a grin. “Let’s check it out.”

Suho gave you another smile and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. The sheer joy you felt in that moment seemed unreal. It was hard to believe that you managed to get to this point where happiness was a regular part of your life. You never imagined that it would be a part of fate’s plan for you. There was only one thing that made you realize it was all real and not part of some blissful dream.

You looked down at your intertwined hands, smiling wider when you saw the red thread wrapped around your index finger.

IRIDESCENT LOVE

From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for.

Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie

CHAPTERS: INFO , 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15 , 16 , 17 , 18 , 19 , 20 , 21 , 22 , 23 , ...

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ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA AU

M/F , MULTI

RATED M

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All Good, All Ways

Summary: After five years together with the love of his life, Daniel is ready to take the next step in their relationship but then life comes rushing at him from out of the darkness and all of a sudden he’s not sure they’ll ever get to have their happy ending.  

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x unnamed OFC

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Michael Italiano being the best bestie Daniel could ever ask for (because yes, I firmly believe this man deserves his own warning)

Word count: 7.1k

AN: Listen. I love angst. Love. But I’m also very much a sucker for happy endings, and so this is what happens when the two get combined… Enjoy, I guess :) 

He finds her in the kitchen, elbows resting on the counter, the crossword page of that week’s Sunday newspaper spread out in front of her, and a pen twirling between the fingers of her right hand as she tries to find the answers. 

Like every other day, or at least the ones they spend on the farm together, she’s already been up for a few hours, tending to the small flock of animals that have become part of their little family over the years, the three alpacas she saved from an abusive owner a few months ago her favourites even though she still claims she likes all of their pets just the same. He likes to think both he and the chickens know better. 

After almost four years of living together he knows her Sunday morning ritual by heart, knows that after she’s fed the animals she takes a quick tour through the vegetable garden to pick whatever’s ready for harvesting before she returns to the house to make him breakfast. She knows the smell of freshly brewed coffee will wake him up eventually and so instead of rushing him she simply waits for him to come downstairs on his own and does her crossword puzzle instead.

“Mornin’,” he croaks, his voice still a little rough from having just woken up, sneaking his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her temple before he lets his chin rest on her shoulder. “You winning?”

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On the Run

Finan x Reader Summary: You and Finan need to take little Aethelstan and Aelfwynn to safety. You spend a night in a shed and all sorts of feelings come out. Words: 1669 Warning: Fluff

For weeks you had cared for these children. A bastard child from the king, and both daughters from Uhtred and Aethelflaed. You grow to care for them, especially little Aethelstan. He didn’t have parents left to care for him, his life was ruined by the blood that ran through his veins. But then being here had something dangerous. Every day you had looked outside that window, wishing for a familiar face, praying that the soldiers wouldn’t come here. They didn’t, and even if they did, you and Stiorra had a plan. Lucky for you all the first people to find you here were Uhtred and his people. You smiled while Stiorra reunited with both her father and brother. Aethelstan stood behind you as Finan walked up to you. ‘How have you been doing?’ He asked. You and Finan had something. But it was still very much undetermined to what that just was. You reassured him with a short smile. ‘We have been doing well.’ You answered before your eyes traveled down to Aethelstan who curiously eyed Finan. ‘Who is that?’ Finan asked with a judge full look. ‘We need to prepare to leave.’ Uhtred announced. You looked away from Finan and gave Uthred a short smile. ‘I guess they are in danger?’ You asked while looking back to Finan and Sithric who came to stand aside from him. ‘They want Aelfwynn, we need to bring her in safety and to her mother.’ Sithric answered. You nodded before looking down at Aethelstan. ‘Come on,’ you said while leading him back into the house.

But safe never came without its challenges. The main road wasn’t safe for people were looking for the little girl. And if that wasn’t enough there was the sickness. It forced you off the road and on foot. You were walking in the back of the group with Eadith and Aelfwynn in between you as you watched Finan with Aethelred on his shoulder. ‘You like him.’ Eadith noticed. You frowned before looking aside at her. ‘There is something,’ you quietly said, keeping your eyes on Finan again. ‘but I don’t know what it is.’ you followed with a short smile. You hardly had time with him alone. So for that, you couldn’t find out what this exactly was. ‘Then it’s,’ Eadith paused as the rumbling of horse hooves sounded behind you. It was Osferth and Sithric. ‘What news?’ Uhtred asked. Everybody stopped as the horse came to stand still and Sithric jumped out of the saddle. ‘A large group of riders is approaching.’ He hastily said. Uthred immediately started looking around, searching for some cover. ‘Finan, take Aethelstan and Aelfwynn away from here!’ He commanded before turning your way. ‘Go with them, these children trust you.’ He urged. Your eyes went to Osferth as he led his horse to you and helped you in the saddle. Finan placed Aethelstan before you in the saddle and you crossed your arms over his small chest as you watched Finan get in the saddle with the girl. ‘We will find you, bring them to safety.’ Uhtred said before Finan pushed his horse forward. You didn’t want to leave them, not like that. But there was little you could do. These children were far more important. So you followed while holding tight of little Aethelstan.

You only stopped when the evening fell. The horses were tired and there had been no signs of somebody following you. ‘I’ll ask these farmers if we can use their shed for the night.’ Finan pointed to a farm in the distance. ‘Let me do the talking.’ You offered. He gave you a weird look from on his horse. ‘I’m a woman, they won’t see harm in me.’ You defended your earlier statement. ‘We are with children.’ He protested. But Finan was Finan, he was a warrior, he would open his big mouth and demand shelter rather then solve it peacefully. As you arrived you helped Aethelstan down before you left him with Finan as you went to search for somebody who owned this property. You found a woman and a girl. ‘Me, my husband and the children are looking for a place to sleep tonight. Is there any chance we can use your shed?’ You asked her friendly. The woman looked at Finan before she looked at the children. ‘We traveled a great deal.’ You pushed. ‘You can use the shed, I will bring over some food and blankets for the children.’ She nodded as he gestured to the shed. ‘Thank you.’ You thanked her before looking at Finan who had both his hands on the children their heads. ‘So I’m your husband now?’ He joked. You rolled your eyes as you lifted Aelfwynn in your arms and walked to the shed. Finan took care of the horses first before he joined you. The owner of the farm had brought you soup, some bread and a blanket for the children. He came to sat aside of you. ‘You think we are safe here?’ You asked while handing him a bowl of soup and some bread. Finan was looking at the kids, they looked exhausted and hungry. ‘For one night yes, but we need to get on the road at first light.’ He nodded before looking aside to you. He noticed your concern and pushed his shoulder shortly against yours. ‘We will reunite with Uhtred and the others.’ He reassured you. You looked down your soup before looking aside to Finan. He was right. These children were fine as long as you and Finan were there to protect them.

The hay served as a good bed. Aethelstan and Aelfwynn fell asleep as soon they were done with eating. You tucked the blanket around their bodies before you sat down aside of them. Your eyes went over to Finan who walked in. ‘We are safe.’ He reassured you as he pulled out his sword and laid it down. He pulled out a dagger and handed it over to you. ‘You are our protection Finan, I don’t need a dagger.’ You protested. Yet, you took it before tucking it away under some hay. ‘You should sleep.’ ‘You should do the same.’ You replied with a kind smile. You laid down aside of Aethelstan and Finan followed your example. You turned your head to watch him. ‘I imagined a night with my husband to be a little different.’ You chuckled. He immidiatly started laughing. He laid on his side, tucking his fist under his head as he watched you. ‘How so?’ He asked curiously. You hide your smile, studying his face from underneath your lashed. ‘With less kids for example.’ There were other things you wanted to say but Finan could paint that picture without you telling him. ‘You and Aethelstan have a strong connection.’ He seriously said. You frowned, surprised that he wanted this to be the conversation, before you looked over to the boy. ‘I feel for him. He doesn’t has a mother, and the king, well,’ you paused, giving him a meaningful look. ‘but I have to say you aren’t that bad either.’ You quietly pointed out. Finan just looked at you. He lifted his hand and stroke a strand of hair out of your face. The feeling lingered as you just watched him and he watched you. ‘I always wandered when we would get some time alone together.’ You whispered. You lifted your hand, laying it against the side of his face. ‘I like this picture of us.’ Confession were there to be made. This would maybe be the only night you had. That only moment you could spend alone. Finan lowered his head as he pressed his lips against yours, leaving you with that warmth in the core of your body. Your fingers carressed his face as you slowly kissed him back. And when he pulled back he rested his forehead against yours. ‘We should get some sleep.’ He whispered. A warm smile spread on your lips as you nodded. He pulled back, turning on his back to stare at the same things you were staring.

You woke up on your side. Aethelstan laid in your arms and Finan had his arm around the both of you. You felt his chest against your back, the slow breathing of both him and the children. It felt you with instant happiness. You started smiling, biting your lip as you pressed a kiss against Aethelstan his head. ‘It’s time to get up.’ You whispered. The boy yawned and Finan behind you started moving. His sudden way of getting up gave away his shock for sleeping so deeply. ‘We are still with four.’ You reassured him, turning on your back to watch him. ‘You slept well?’ You asked. He reached down his hand and you grabbed it before he pulled you up. ‘I haven’t slept this good in years.’ He admitted. For a moment he touched your chin before focussing his attention on the horses while you prepared the children. You thanked the owner of the farm before you walked over to the horses. You stroke the animal in his head before turning to Finan, he was watching you. ‘What?’ You asked. He shook his head, pulling his horse closer as he stepped towards you. He kissed you again, more convincing, more passionate, but oh so shortly. There seemed to be an urge like he wanted this to be the last memory he would have of this night. ‘You would make a fine wife.’ He admitted. You smiled as you turned to the horse, getting in the saddle. Finan lifted Aethelstan and placed him before you in the saddle before he pointed his attention to the little Aelfwynn. He got behind her in the saddle and the both of you got on the road. Maybe this was what you both needed, this time, this sharing, this kiss. Every time he looked at you there was something different in his eyes. And by the countless looks, you got you knew this wasn’t over yet.

Married Life (soft!dark!Thomas Shelby x reader)

Summary: During a quiet evening at Arrow House a murder is attempted.

Warnings: attempted murder, implied forced marriage, soft dark fic

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Fuck. How easy would it be just to end him right now? You straddled over your sleeping husband as you pointed the gun between his eyes with shaking hands. Just to pull the trigger and end the life of the man who had caused you so much pain. You swallowed thickly as the thought coursed through your mind. End his life and finally be free.

Silence encased Arrow House, making it seem like it was in its own little bubble. The only noise you could hear was the faint sound of Tommy’s breathing. The rise and fall of his chest that you longed to end. Every time he went out of the house you prayed to whatever God was listening that he wouldn’t come back. You practised playing the sorrowful widow, you had the fake tears down perfectly, but you knew in your heart you’d be rejoicing.

You clicked the barrel of the gun into place. A noise you had heard a thousand times before had never felt so foreign to your ears. You remembered the first time Tommy taught you how to shoot. The feeling as he pressed the cold metal into your hands and helped you aim, his warm chest pressed hard against your back. You had never wanted to hold a gun, let alone fire one, yet here you are. He told just how beautiful you looked with his gun in your hands and you vaguely wondered if he would think the same thing now.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You knew that there’d be hell to pay so you needed to be quick. Luckily the other Shelby’s weren’t in the house. If you were lucky enough you’d manage to steal a car and be halfway to London before they knew. Of course you’d never really be safe, you’d need to leave the country. A small smile formed on your face as you thought about your new life, one that was so close. You just needed to get one thing out of the way first. With you mind made up you took another deep breath to steady your nerves and opened your eyes.

To find bright blue ones staring straight back at you.

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The Girls Info: One part will be at least 3,000 words. As I’m a college student and I work, I don’t know when updates will be or how frequently they will be. I’m hoping I will be able to update once a week or every other week.

2 Years: Max Verstappen x Reader

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Levi's s/o had to go training with her squad, so he had to look after their 5 year old daughter. Their daughter is sweet and well behaved, mostly quiet. He had to be at a meeting, so she sat on his lap snuggled to his chest. Afterwards, many squad leaders wanted to hold her and stuff bc she was so cute but Levi didn't let their filthy hands touch his daughter. Just some protective papa Levi.

***Love it!!! Had to throw in a hint at an ACWNR quote as well! ❤️❤️❤️

💜Day with Daddy💜

“Y/N move your ass. I’ve got this.” Levi scowled as his wife hesitated again, finding something else to fuss over. “You act like I can’t take care of our daughter.”

He looked down at the five year old little girl who was currently playing with her doll on the couch. She love the little figure that Y/N had put the same uniform that her mommy and daddy wore on.

A scheduling conflict with their normal sitter had led to the current predicament. Y/N was scheduled to take her squad out for ODM maneuver training, and Levi was due in a meeting in an hour.

“She’s well behaved, she’ll be fine.” Levi kissed Y/N and steered her toward the door to their quarters. Opening it, he quickly pushed her out and closed the door behind her, cutting off any protests. Turning back, he looked at his daughter with pride, he got to keep his baby girl with him today.

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Hope snuggled into her daddy’s chest as he sat at a table with lots of other adults. She didn’t pay attention, she was busy playing with the thing he always wore around his neck. It was soft and always smelled like him. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes, the vibrations of his deep voice as he spoke made her slip off into sleep.

Levi knew Hope must have done something adorable as all the adult’s faces softened as he spoke. He knew there was no way any one of the people around the table would look at him that way, so it must have been his daughter. Pausing, he looked down and saw her tiny hand wrapped in his cravat, her other hand up to her mouth and her eyes closed.

His heart melted a bit as he brushed away the long curly black hair from her face. While she inherited his pale skin and black hair, it was curly like her mother’s and she had Y/N’s striking green eyes and delicate bone structure. He was going to hate when she grew up and boys became interest in her.

Continuing where he left off, Levi spent the rest of the meeting idly rubbing Hope’s back as she slept peacefully in his arms.

The moment the meeting was over, every female Squad Leader surrounded him. All wanting to hold her. It wasn’t often children were on the base. Even though Hope lived there with her parents, they normally kept to the other side of the compound, in the little house they were assigned, taking their meals as a family. Hope rarely was around the other officers, Levi and Y/N preferring to keep their home life separate.

“Levi! You have to let me hold Hope!!! It’s been so long!” Hanji bound over to him, her excitement making her bounce on her feet.

“Back off Four-Eyes. She’s sleeping.” He glared at her as he turned her down.

The other women began to appeal to him. Telling him they wouldn’t wake her, they had so much experience, blah, blah, blah.

Levi had finally heard enough begging from the women and spat out. “None if you are touching her with your dirty hands. She might get filthy.”

He spun on his heel and marched out the door. He was going to lock himself into his office to make sure no one else interfered with his time with his baby.

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College AU! Hanji busting into Levi's and his s/o's apartment bc that's what she does. Levi's on the sofa scrolling through his phone with a blanket and he's obviously annoyed. Hanji pesters him on where his s/o is until finally he relents, peeling back the blanket to reveal his s/o curled up on his chest snoozing. Just some humorous fluff

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💜Like a Kitten💜

Levi rolled his eyes as Y/N’s best friend burst into their apartment.

“Y/N, I passed the exam!” Hanji’s voice broke the peaceful silence with an excited screech. “Huh? Where’s Y/N?”

“Shut up Shitty-Glasses.” He didn’t look up from his phone as he replied to the tall bespectacled brunette.

“Whatcha doing, Shorty?” The crazy eyes girl snorted with amusement as Levi threw her a hot glare. She knew he hated that nickname and she used it with glee.

Sarcastically waving his phone towards her, he looks back down and continues scrolling through his news feed.

“You look so comfy under all those blankets....you sick?” Hanji sat down on the chair next to the sofa, obviously making herself at home.

He just shook his head in response. He had the worst day in classes today and all he wanted was to sit in silence and loose himself to the mindless entertainment of social media.

He did look weird, the large lump of blanket cover him as he stretched out on his couch. But he didn’t care, it was exactly what he needed after a day from lecture hall hell. He just needed to remind himself that he was just four credits shy of his masters...eye on the prize and all that.

He looked up and glared at Hanji after his phone dinged with an incoming text message.

“Really, Shitty-Glasses? You couldn’t just ask?”

“You were focused on your phone!!! So....where is Y/N?”

Rolling his eyes and sighing, Levi lifts the covers off of his chest. Y/N was curled up on top of him, sleeping peacefully. She had been completely under the cover. The weird looking lump on Levi was his girlfriend. He winced at Hanji’s high pitched squeal.

“She looks just like a kitten!”

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To the moon and back - Max Verstappen

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Summary (requested) : you got pregnant after five years of relationship with Max. His dad's reaction isn't what he expected.

Warnings : pregnancy, some languages, adorable Max if that's a warning

/!/ i don't know personally any of those characters so it's purely just based on fiction

Words count : +2.9K

A/N : Hi everyone ! This is my first request. To the sweet person that asked for it, I hope you're gonna like it. I hope I made justice to what you had imagine ! Feedbacks are more than welcome. 🌻

PS : English isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! 💙

not my gif, credits to the owner ! (this gif gives me so many unholy thoughts...)

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Two little lines. You had to lean your body against the bathroom sink, scared it would stop functioning. You were in total shock. You've been nauseous for the past two months, missed your periods once, were disgusted by the smell of the coffee too early in the morning. You'd want guacamole or weird stuff at 3 am or eat a whole chocolate bar at the most random times. All the signs were there but you chose to ignore them. Until it became unbearable. You were pregnant.

You touched your belly thinking a little one was growing up there. A smile made its on way on your face. You felt happy, and ready to be the best mom ever. The thought of a mini you running around the house was painted inside your brain.

Your front door shut loudly and you were harshly brought back to reality. You wanted that baby, but would he ? Suddenly, all you could feel was fear. What if he leaves you and the baby ? It'd be the worst heartbreak of your life. You loved Max so much, he was the love of your life. He made you stronger and stayed by your side with every bumps on the road. He made you smiled on rainy days. He was your ray of sunshine. He was the best thing that could ever happen to you. So how were you supposed to raise a kid without him ? You wouldn't make it. It was for sure. You guys have been together for such a long time now but you never talked about having a baby. He sometimes had to baby-sit his nephew. One day, while playing with him, you remembered him saying "i dunno if i'll ever be ready to have a kid of my own one day". You never commented on it, but it made your heart ache. You wanted to have a baby at a point in your life. Now, that sentence made you wanna throw up. You started to panic. You threw the packaging of the pregnancy test in the bean but stayed with the positive one in your hands. You didn't know where to hide it. Somewhere he wouldn't look.

You didn't really had time to think much of it when he showed up at the bathroom door.

" Hi honey, I'm back ", he said smile so big. He went for a run. He loved nighty run, he felt like the only men in the world. Streets were empty, and he could let go of all his bad thoughts and the pressure he was under at work.

" What's in your hand ? ", he asked in the kindest way possible. You were shaking and didn't know what to say. You were looking at the test with watery eyes. You felt like crying your eyes out. You wanted the earth to open and sallow you. He got closer to you, eyes focused on you. You could feel the scent of his deodorant mixed with his sweat tickling your nose. Usually, you loved it (it always made you horny) but this time you wanted nothing more but for him to go away. His reaction was terrifying you. He gently placed his hand on yours.

" Can I see ? ", he didn't wait for your permission and took the pregnancy test in his own hands. He looked at it and then at you. His eyes were going back and forth between it and your eyes. Tears started to stream down your cheeks, you couldn't hold them any longer.

" Are you... Baby, why are you crying ? ", he put the test down in the sink. He took you in a sweet embrace. He was running his hands up and down your back. You started to sob even more. You didn't know if he fully understood what was going on. What if he thought it was negative ? Your head kept screaming that he was gonna run away.

" It's okay ", he hugged you closer to his chest - if that was even possible. You took all the courage you could gather and spoke for the first time since he came back.

" I'm sorry ", was all you managed to say.

" Why are you apologizing, sweetheart ? ", he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him. Your vision was blurred with all the tears that took their freedom. He placed a gentle kissed on your forehead, his lips just brushing over your skin. " I love you so much. To the moon and back, remember ? ", he kept talking.

You remembered it all too well. Max got a podium and went out to party all night. You both came back to the hotel freakin' drunk. You couldn't stop laughing, the feeling of happiness never leaving your body. You laid on the bed and Max came to rest on top of you. You chuckled a bit and Max looked up at you. For the first time in your relationship, he told the three little words. He then added "to the moon and back". Before you could answer, he fell asleep. After this night, that sentence became your way to show the other one your unconditional love. Even if the memory was sweet, you couldn't let go of the stress that was actually eating you alive.

" Max, I'm...", but you didn't get to say it whole, because he cut you with his lips on yours. The kiss was one of the sweetest you've ever shared. It was reassuring, slow and yet so passionate. He put all his love for you in it.

" Pregnant. We're pregnant ", he mumbled against your lips. You looked at him, stars in your eyes. He said we. " I'm here to stay, love. I'm scared to have a baby, but we're gonna make it. You and me together. If the universe is sending us a little one, it's maybe because it's time, right ? ", he said. You fell in love with him even more, if that was possible. " We're gonna be a family ! ", he shouted a little, pure joy in his eyes. You chuckled.

He placed his two hands on your belly and bent down a little. " Hi, there. Can you hear me ? ", he shook his fingers against your tummy. " Does he have ears ? ", he asked you.

" No, Max. He or she is too little for that yet. But soon they'll hear your voice ", you answered. Your voice was still a little broken with all the tears that you've cried. You melted under your boyfriend's actions.

" It's a boy, I can feel it ", he said grinning. " I will love you either way ", he said getting back to his first little talk with his future baby. " I'm your daddy. Mommy and I can't wait to meet you, my angel ", he put his head against your belly and hugged you tight. He looked up at you and mouthed I love you.

You were pregnant for 4 month and a half now. Max was partly right, you were having... two baby boys. Twins looked scary at first but you soon got over the initial shock and loved them both unconditionally. Max was over the moon. Two little guys whom he could teach karting, best thing in the whole world.

You were the happiest women on earth. For the moment, your pregnancy was going absolutely well. No complications - but you still did weird things with your food. Last dinner, you ate chocolate on pickles for dessert. Max looked at you with disgust in his eyes, but you swore to him that it was delicious.

You couldn't really hide your belly anymore so it was time to announce your pregnancy to everyone. You'd already told your family. Keeping your pregnancy away from your mom and sister wasn't possible. They knew from the start, and helped you through so much. But Max wanted to wait to tell his parents. He wanted to be sure everything was okay with both babies.

His dad and sister were coming over for dinner. You couldn't lie and said you were perfectly fine. You were so nervous. Jos hated you from the start. He tried everything to break up you and Max. Literally everything. But Max never bend, and stayed by your side. He'd tell his dad to fuck off when he was saying shit about you. Left dinner early when he was commenting your relationship or trying to convince Max you were no good for him. Once, he almost punched him when his father called you a "stupid bitch".

You didn't really know why Jos hated you so much. You tried to be the best daughter-in-law you could be. No matter what you were doing, it was never right. So eventually, you gave up and let yourself be with Max. His relationship with his father wasn't the best, much ups but mostly downs. In the beginning, you tried to make Max open his eyes on it but it'd always end up with a fight. You just stopped, and let them be. It was still heartbreaking to see how your boyfriend was trying to be the perfect son, but his dad always asked for more. This season was taking a toll on the F1 driver. He could be winning the championship (you knew he would because he was the most talented driver on the grid), the pressure had never been higher on him. His father made it clear that being the next world champion was the only way out of this season for his son.

Dinner was almost ready when the doorbell rang. Max shared a we can do this look, and went to open the door. You stayed in the kitchen for a bit. It'll be okay, you said to yourself and went to greet them. His sister was holding Luka in her arms. You immediately said hi to the little guy, thinking soon enough you'll have two of your own. Your smile was bright until your eyes landed on Jos. He seemed like he already wanted to kill you. You still stayed polite with him and invited everyone in the living room. You and Max bought scratch off tickets online. Instead of a real gain, it was writing "you're gonna be an auntie" and "you're gonna be a grandpa". You didn't get one for Luka because he was too young, but you knew he'd do an amazing little cousin. You really thought it was the cutest idea to announce your pregnancy. You were hoping everything would turn alright.

You were all sitting in the living room, you felt so stressed. You didn't really pay attention to the discussion going in front of you. Suddenly, you felt Max's hand touch your arm. He smiled a little at you.

" Oh, I almost forgot ! Y/N and I have something for you ", Max happily said. You couldn't help but smile proudly. He got up and came back with the tickets. Your nervousness only got higher when Jos took it.

" What's that ? ", Victoria asked. She was such a kind and happy soul. Sometimes, you wondered how her and Max could be Jos's kids.

" Scratch it ", Max said. He sat down and placed his hands on your knee.

Victoria let out a loud gasp when she read what was writing on it.

" No way ? ", she screamed. She got up so fast. You and Max followed her movement quickly. " You're pregnant ? For real ? ", she looked at you with amazed eyes.

" We're having two little boys ", Max proudly told his sister. The older Verstappen was so excited. She took you in a long hug and couldn't stop congratulating the both of you.

" I can't wait to be an auntie ! Two boys ! Oh my gosh. You heard that Luka ? You're gonna have two cousins ", she told to her son.

" Can they play football with me ? ", the two years-old asked. It made everyone laugh. Everyone except Jos. Victoria bent to her son to explain him that he'll need to wait a little before he'd meet them.

Max's father got up as well, but his mouth were still shut.

" Dad ? You're not sayin' anything ? ", Max calmly asked. Jos's eyes shot up and he didn't even glare at you.

" You really think this is the right time ? ", he sternly said. You felt Max tensing near you. He didn't answer immediately. Jos turned to you, and you wanted to disappear. " As for you, you should have never ever be a part of my son's life. Don't you see that you're ruining him, uh ? His whole life ? ", he kept going. You felt like bursting into tears. You let Max's hands go, and started to play with your fingers.

" Dad...", Victoria tried to stop her dad to continue this before the fight took a salty turn.

" No. My son has the chance to be a world champion this year and you think this is the moment to have kids ? Two freakin' boys ? Double the trouble, even better ! ", he pointed his finger towards you. Accusing you to ruin Max's career when all you wanted was to see him shine. When you'd dropped everything if it meant to see him achieve his goals. You'd give your life for him.

" I can't believe it. Seriously, it's such a shame ", Jos kept going after you. Max couldn't say a word, he was way too shocked. He never believed his dad would react this way. He even regretted telling him about the pregnancy. Victoria was gone on the balcony with her son, not wanting him to see her family's drama. He was still a kid and his pure soul didn't need to be in the middle of this.

" Well, Max, you still have time to cut her off your life ", Jos simply said. His voice was calmer. He wasn't kidding, he wanted you and your stupid babies out of his son's life. " We'll give you money, if that's what you want ", he added.

Your heart almost dropped. After almost 5 years alongside his son, he still saw you as a gold digger ? You never cared about their money, you only cared about Max. You could feel your blood boiling inside you. He had no right to talk to you like that and you were gonna show him. You were about to open your mouth when Max's angry voice filled the room.

" Go away ", the dutch driver said.

" See ? ", Jos's scoffed. " You need to leave ", he went to put his arm on his son's shoulder but Max flinched away.

" I wasn't talking to her ", he corrected looking directly into his dad's eyes. You were relieved a little. Max rudely took your hand in his. " She's staying. We're having a family. And it's not gonna stop me from winning that fucking championship. It's just one, no two, more reasons to do it. Because it's apparently this only thing you care about ", he was seeing red. If you weren't in the room, he would have beat the hell out of the forty-something man. Reduce him to dust.

His father tried to talk back but Max cut him again. " Shut up, I don't want to hear what you have to say anymore. For 5 years, you've been trying to ruin my relationship with the only girl I've ever loved. The only girl that ever truly cared about me ! I tried to stay cool with your bullshits, thinking you'd get used to her. But, it's too much for you, isn't it ? Uh ? Seeing your son happy ? Well, she's carrying my sons and... ", he took a big breath. " And, I don't care if they grow up without knowing their paternal grandfather. Do you understand that ? You'll never get to meet them. I'm done with you ", he let go of your hand and went to open the front door. " Out. Now ", and with that the bitter conversation stopped.

Jos left without another word. You were sad with how the happy news turned into such a disaster. Hoping that Jos would come back to senses and apologize to his son. It wouldn't erase all the hurt, but at least it'll be a start. Sure you always wanted Max to see his dad for who he truly was (and stop putting him on a hilltop) but never never you wanted to be the reason he cut his dad off of his life. Tears starting to stream down your face and you went to lock yourself in the bathroom. You slid against the shower wall, hiding your head between your legs. Your hands were caressing your belly non stop.

Max sent Victoria home after the siblings chatted up a bit about the fight. His sister was really sorry for the night. She still said to her brother to reconsider calling his dad in a few days when both men would have calmed down. He laughed humorlessly at the idea. He was still angry, and he didn't understand how he could possibly calm down after that. The only thing he felt for his father was now hate. And when Max Verstappen hated someone, it was forever.

The atmosphere was still filled with angriness. Max stayed downstairs a little, not wanting his angry self to meet you. He felt so heavy. Once he was feeling better, he rushed to you. Seeing you so sad broke his heart. He sat down near you. His head bumped against the shower wall. He sighed.

" I'm sorry, love ", was all he said before silence fell between you two. You both stayed here like this. Max was frightened to talk and you had cried too much to trust your own voice. Words weren't needed yet. The dutch knew you just needed a little time to calm down too. He knew how hard the night had just hit you, and that his presence was enough to help you out.

Minute by minute, the tension in the air seemed to go away. When you popped your head against his shoulder, Max took it as the sign you were ready for him to be near you again and to start talking. He quickly put you in a hug.

" He's an asshole, and I swear...", this time you were the one shutting him up with your lips on his.

" I don't care. We should forget that tonight never happened. Let's focus on us and our little family. I love you so much, Max. To the moon and back ", you gently cupped his cheeks. You felt him lean into your touch.

" To the moon and back ", he sweetly repeated.

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Hey could I have an Imagine with the Prompts 18,30 with Max Verstappen x F1 driver! Reader (or Jane if you write Oc) where she just got accepted to drive for Mercedes and gets insecure what her bf will think about it. (And if you don't write vor Max could you do it for Charles.)

Romeo and Juliet [max verstappen]

“Romeo and Juliet” by finndafairy

Prompts: “Is that okay with you?” “I love you no matter what your brain tells you”

First request!! Also, my first time writing Max, so I hope it's okay lol Loved the idea, made it a bit angsty-ish but I like it, Max is the absolute sweetest in this tbh. Thanks for the request, I hope it's what you expected (please let me know what you think!!) :)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: little angsty but fluff, very sweet max :) Teams aren't accurate for the sake of the storyline, just pretend they are lol

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"You'll be fine," you whisper to yourself, biting your lip. Breath in, breath out. He'll be happy for you, he's your boyfriend. You glance in front of you, at the empty parking spot in front of the one you've taken with Max' car, reserved for when you found the right car for yourself. Soon, that spot might be used- if you and Max still live together that is. A Mercedes in front of Max' house would not be a good look, would it?

You and Max had a very good connection since you first met: even though back then you rarely hung out, you'd both occasionally check up on each other and give each other a call for birthdays, holidays and good (or bad) races. You two started dating the season before you joined Formula one: even though you'd won the F2 World Championship the previous season you did not secure a seat in the next Formula One season. Even though it was stressful trying to maintain a stable career, it did mean you could join Max for many GP weekends- often also doing test rides. When halfway through the season it was announced that Alonso would retire, you didn't think much of it- until Williams reached out. Latifi would be taking Alonso’s place at Alpine and so they had a seat. When you told Max, he was the happiest on earth that you both could do what you were most passionate about. He gave you a bone-crushing hug and couldn't keep his proud eyes (and hands) off of you the entire evening, which you'd spent at a restaurant to celebrate.

This time, however, will probably end very different. Williams is known as one of the lower teams- but you managed to deliver. When Mercedes reached out to you to offer you a seat, you were very surprised- you knew they'd been keeping an eye on George for a while and thought he did a way better job at McLaren than you had done at Williams. After more meetings, negotiations and finally, signing, you found out they planned to keep Lewis for just one more year, and that the seat he'd leave was almost guaranteed to go to George.

The offer had also surprised you because of Max; even though you'd never publicly shared your relationship with anyone other than close friends and family, everyone knew you were close friends. You yourself didn't see any good outcomes when you imagined sharing the news with him that you'd sign with his rival team. Maybe that's what they wanted, though; the drama it would cause.

Well, that drama- or more so a break-up- is what you were preparing yourself for. You'd just come back from a long day at Mercedes to sign the final contracts and have everything be official. Max knew you were gone for work purposes, but you hadn't specified.

"He's gonna hate me. He's going to think I'm selfish for accepting. I am, selfish. Fuck," You almost let out a sob, covering your face with your hands. You sit there quietly until the buzzing of your phone scares you out of it. You look at the caller ID- Max. You hesitate for a few seconds but answer the call. "Hey, I'm on-" Before you can even speak Max interrupts. "I saw you come home twenty minutes ago, why aren't you coming in? I've missed you all day," you bite back a tear, realising you might not hear this Max anymore after tonight. "I'll- I'll be out in a minute," you say trying to steady your voice in order to not raise any suspicion. It seems to work, because you hear him mumbling a vague alright and a beep, signifying he'd ended the call.

What you didn't expect, was for your car door to open only seconds later, with your boyfriend standing there. "Baby what's going on?" He asks when he sees your red eyes and quivering lips. He leans over to unbuckle your seatbelt, turns you towards the open door and squats until you are eye to eye. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "You should've come in, baby, I would've helped you," you shake your head at this, avoiding eye contact the entire time. He wouldn't understand- he'd kick you out once you'd break the news. "I'm here for you baby, come on," he says dragging you into a hug. You hold on tight- this might be the last time you can hold him. "You want to explain?" He asks softly after a few minutes of him comforting you had passed. "Can we go inside?" You softly whisper and he nods standing up after he let you go a little. He grabs your phone and bag and follows you after you hurried inside, locking his car on the way.

When Max placed your things on the kitchen island you're already out of sight- you're in the bedroom taking it all in. He stands in the doorway looking at you, his heart breaking a little more when you look at him. You sit down on the bed and he follows, grabbing your hand. "I don't want to lose you. I'm sorry. I love you. You're gonna hate me, I'm sorry. I didn't know what else-" Max stops you with a kiss. "It's okay. I'm always here, I won't ever leave you." You sigh and take one more deep breath. You wish his sweet words could convince you.

"So, I, eh, I've been meeting with a different team about the next few seasons. I, I got a seat. Signed for it and everything," He looks at you with wide eyes. "What! That's- that's great! Why didn't you tell me?" He asks and you look at your feet. "I don't think you'll like it. And me, you'll probably think I'm selfish and will break up with me which I understand and," Max shuts you up by closing your mouth with his hand. "Just tell me, love," he says. Here you go, then. "I signed with Mercedes," you finally let out, looking at him. "Oh."

It took him some time to process it all. You bit your lip looking around you at your room- if it's even still yours. You'd prepared yourself for this, but it still hurts. "I'm sorry Max, I just," you start, looking at your hands. He stops you, by putting his lips on yours. You freeze. This was the last thing you'd think he'd do. He pulls back, his forehead still against yours and eyes closed. "I'm sorry I made you feel like that. I hate that you thought I'd ever leave you. If you ever feel like this again please come to me," he whispers and you pull back grabbing his hands in yours. "I- It wasn't you. It was just... It's Red Bull and Mercedes, you know? I know how important racing is to you and all it all got to me and once these thoughts started they wouldn't stop," you explain and he puts his head in the crook of your neck. "I love you. A lot. I love you no matter what your brain tells you, or anyone else, please don't forget that. I don't care, that you’re with Mercedes. I mean I do, but you're my girlfriend either way. The one I love the most. It's almost a movie, two rivals being in love," He looks at you and you go through his hair. "Is that okay with you? I mean, you're Red Bull's star driver. Their World Champion. Are you sure you want a girlfriend that drives with your biggest rival?" Max sighs and looks at you. "I can't believe you haven't picked it up by now. I'd stop at Redbull and move to Mercedes halfway through the season if that's what it'd take to be yours, love. I'd even call Christian saying I did. Luckily I don't have to though, because you're right here. My girlfriend. Racing at the highest level for the second-best Team," That makes you crack a smile. "Ehhh. That's... up for discussion." He rolls his eyes and kisses your lips. You smile. "I was thinking more Romeo and Juliet, by the way."

I’m sorry but… BARK BARK BARK

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