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The Hero’s Shade

               Time was not having a good day. After all, being woken up at roughly five in the morning by a screaming Wind and a laughing Legend is not the best way to start a day. Legend had thought it would be funny to pour freezing cold water on the boy. It was not funny. Needless to say, the Legend was thoroughly chewed out for the meaningless prank and Wind had to change clothes. Because of this rough waking, everyone (aside from Sky who somehow slept through all the commotion) was on edge and exhausted.

           This aggravation and tiredness led into the current situation, a surprise bokoblin attack. Time held in a tired groan as one of the monster announced their position. “Get ready for a fight!” He called to the others. From his current position, Time could not see how many enemies they would be fighting, however knowing this rowdy bunch, there was likely a lot of them lurking in the shadows.

           “How many?” He heard Warrior ask.

           “Can’t tell,” Time yelled back, unsheathing the Biggoron sword and gripping it tightly. “Wild,” Time called, “Try to take out as many as possible before they reach us!”

           The pyromaniac nodded pulling out his bow and notching some arrows. Once Wild began firing, the bokoblins pulled out their artillery as well and responded with equal fire.

           “Have your shields ready!” Time commanded bringing his Hylian shield up to block the oncoming fire.

           Spareing a quick glance over to the others, Time could see that they had all readied their shields in time, but Twilight was gone. Time quickly scanned across the battle field and his worries were eased when he heard the snarl of a wolf and a bokoblin squeal in pain. The pup was fine.

           Time didn’t have much time to feel relieved as the bokoblins jumped at the heroes fangs gleaming and swords flailing about as they desperately try to land a hit. Time blocked most of the swings with ease. “No need for extra thematic flare, just get that job done!” Time called to the others and Time swore he heard Warrior sigh in response.

           The man was about to roll his eye when the cry of a wolf pierced through the air. Time whipped around searching for the source, heart pounding. Twilight was laying there on the ground, in wolf form, an arrow lodged into his side, whimpering in pain. A silver bokoblin stood a few feet away, bow clutched in his hand and a twisted snarl on his face. Time stopped breathing, his vision went red, and then everything went black.

…

           “-light! Twilight!”

           The wolf’s eyes opened to see Wild kneeling over him, eyes widened with panic as he frantically dug around for potions. Twilight shifted, but Wild pushed him back down, “Just stay down,” He said, worry clear in his voice, “Just relax, don’t do anything stupid.”

           Twilight ignored the boy’s pleas and shifted back into his human form. The arrow that he had been shot with lodged itself further into him and Twilight gritted his teeth together, attempting not to scream.

           “I told you not to do anything stupid!” Wild cried. He then firmly gripped the arrow sticking out of Twilight and yanked it out of his body. Before Twilight could even finish screaming a potion was being poured down his throat by Hyrule.

           After swallowing the contents of the bottle, Twilight let out a series of harsh coughs before looking around to see the others all hovering around him, worry flashing in their eyes. Well, almost everyone.

           “Where’s the old man?” Twilight croaked hoarsely.

           The others exchange glances before Warrior took a step to the side and Twilight could see his mentor out there fighting the bokoblins alone. But before Twilight can berate them for leaving the man alone he sees it. Time’s eye glowing bright red. Twilight gasps in surprise, it was terrifying, yet so familiar.

The Hero’s Shade.

           Except this time Twilight wasn’t fighting or being trained by the monstrous force. He was being protected.

           “We would have helped him,” Warriors tried to explain, “But well…look at him.”

           Just a the words left Warrior’s mouth, the enraged man whipped around, easily decapitating two black bokoblins, before repositioning his blade to stab a blue bokoblin trying to attack him from behind.

           “He didn’t even turn around,” Wind whispered in disbelief and Twilight had no words.

           All this time, he hadn’t known Time could do this. Or perhaps the man himself didn’t even know.

           “He’s unstoppable,” Sky said as they watched Time take out the last of the bokoblins.

           “That was fast,” Legend muttered.

           The hero of time turned his blood red gaze back towards them and Twilight felt a shudder physically run through him as the man’s eye finally settled on him. The others also realized what was happening as Time stepped towards them not taking his eye of Twilight. Panic over took the others as they reached for their weapons to defend their still healing friend, but Twilight waved them off.

           “It’s okay, he won’t hurt me,” Twilight said confidence clear in his tone.

           The heroes backed down but remained tense and ready to fight as Time continued walking over, slowly as though in some sort of trance, yet also calm and intentional. Though Twilight should have felt afraid of the glowing red eye, he could feel nothing but peace. The Hero’s Shade was his mentor, not someone to be scared of.

           Time finally reached Twilight and kneeled down in front of him. The man cupped Twilight’s chin and earnestly looked him in the eye.

           “I’m proud of you,” The Hero’s Shade whispered voice raspy from age, “Now go and do not falter my child.”

           Twilight blinked back the tears that began to well up in his eyes and nodded. Time smiled gently before the red of his eye faded and the man passed out.

           The others quickly caught the older hero before he fell on Twilight and layed him down next to the healing hero.

           “What was that?” Wind asked confused.

           Twilight while smiling down at his sleeping mentor replied, “Memories of the past.”

Y'all ever think about how Young!Vesemir would still have to take contracts to provide for the Kaer Morons

Give me little Witchers who are left alone in a cramped room above a tavern for days at a time, told to sit tight and keep quiet and not draw attention because they're surrounded by humans and he won't be there to protect them

Little Witchers teaming up to look after Vesemir when he comes back from a hunt injured and exhausted. Double-mutated Geralt gets Stitching Duty, because he's got the steadiest hands. Eskel sits by Vesemir's head and distracts him during the unpleasant bits. Lambert gets sent out to make sure Vesemir's horse is stabled/untacked/fed/watered/groomed, and Remus goes running down to the innkeep to make sure Vesemir is fed and watered too.

Little Witchers who realise, as children inevitably will, that their parental figure is struggling, and try to ease the load. Geralt will venture out to forage for potion supplies while Ves is away. Eskel learns to charm free meals out of motherly innkeepers with compliments or the offer of helping out with chores. Lambert is a shameless little thief, but sometimes he'll filch something Ves can sell when their coin is low.

Vesemir who freezes in place the first time he comes back to a tavern, bloody and covered in mud, and is greeted by a gaggle of little Witchers running to hug his legs, because? He's their only stability. He's their protector, their provider, the only source of positive attention they really have. He's often sarcastic and short-tempered and sharp-tongued, but they miss him when he's gone, and they feel safer when he's back.

Vesemir who goes from oh no, absolutely not, every single one of you sleeps on his own bedroll to ugh fine whatever but the first one of you little bastards to kick me is getting yeeted when the pups all dogpile onto his bed after he's been away a while or someone has a night terror or he's hurt and they're worried about him.

Vesemir who shrugs off hateful comments aimed at him with a snarky comeback, but will absolutely throw the fuck down with anyone who starts in on his boys.

Little Eskel and Geralt - the oldest, the first to notice that Ves will go hungry so they can eat when funds are low or opt to replace Lambert's boots over replenishing his potion ingredients - who always ask to tag along on hunts. They can help! They'll be useful! They won't get in the way! They want to pull their weight!

Vesemir who actually realises that his own relationship with his father figure was more distant than he would've liked, as a boy. He idolised Deglan, wanted his approval. Deglan took a special interest in his training, served as his mentor for his first year on the Path, called him an affectionate nickname. But never hugged him. Never said he was proud of him. Always taught him that Real Men Need No One, young feller, now let's have none of that pansy nonsense.

Vesemir who sees the pups go from fearing him to missing him and trying to look out for him and seeking affection from him when they're scared or sad or pleased to see him, and makes a conscious decision that actually, Deglan, you were wrong. Yes, being cruel to be kind is often essential to Witcher training: it's a tough, dangerous, survival-of-the-fittest lifestyle. But real men hug their fucking kids

Just. Jesus I am like two years late to this party and absolutely consumed by single dad Ves feelings send help

Rolan putting Tav in their place? But like….in a frisky way 👀🔥

Rolan x fem!Tav

Master

"Sit still and behave." She's feeling impatient for some attention from the Master of Ramazith's Tower. She decides he needs to let off some steam; Rolan decides to teach her some proper respect.

Tags: Obedience, Praise Kink, Soft Dom, Explicit Sexual Content | Word Count: 3,875 [Read on AO3]

“Did they even do the readings? Half of these are wrong…I’ll have to regive all the illusory lectures…”

Rolan’s brow furrowed deeper as he read down the page. Frustration practically radiated from the way he hunched over his desk, and she wished for the umpteenth time that he would just take a break.

“I’m sure they’ll get it with time,” she told him, gently rubbing his shoulders.

Inwardly, she found it difficult to feel concerned about his students’ grades at the moment. She was far too busy admiring how good Rolan looked when he was a bit disheveled. 

It was a rare sight; he preferred to keep his appearance clean and tidy at all times, his robes neatly pressed and hair half-pulled back to keep it out of his eyes. 

Right now, this was about as unkempt as she’d ever seen Rolan outside their bedroom. His hair was loose from its tie. As he worked, one lock swung forward between his horns, and he impatiently swept it away with the feather of his quill. He had pushed the sleeves of his underrobe up to his elbows. She watched the sinews of his forearm flex under his crimson skin as he scrawled a severe note on his student's parchment.

She knew his state was a testament to the stress he’d been under lately. Beyond her love for the petulant wizard seated in front of her, she didn’t have much personal experience with wizardry. But Rolan had said enough to impress upon her how important these upcoming exams were for his young pupils. For the oldest of them, their results could mean the difference between continuing their studies or finding another vocation. Rolan took the task of preparing them quite seriously. 

Perhaps too seriously, she thought to herself, watching the muscle of his jaw flex with concentration. The candles standing beside his desk were burned down to dripping puddles of wax.

He needed a good distraction, and that she could help with. She crossed forearms along the back of his chair and perched her chin on his shoulder.

“Come to bed?” She asked him. “You’ve been grading for hours.”

Rolan hardly seemed to hear her. "In a moment," he murmured.

It wasn't his usual response to a proposition. Teasing or enthusiasm she was used to, but flat out disinterest was new. It stung a little more than it had a right to.

She knew she should respect his work at hand. If he didn't look so downright frazzled, she might have.

Instead, she gave into the temptation to take advantage of his concentration. She slid one arm down around Rolan's shoulders and leaned in to tuck the curtain of his hair back behind one long red ear.

Then she kissed along the line of it from lobe to pointed tip. She'd always been fond of Rolan's Infernal gifts, particularly his sharply tapered ears—even more so as one of the few people allowed to appreciate them. His usual style kept them tucked and hidden behind his hair.

Rolan sighed slowly as her lips made their soft journey, just enough to satisfy her that she was getting to him. She knew she was being a nuisance, but it had been days since she had him to herself. Rolan was passionate about his work—she couldn’t help selfishly wanting a little of it for herself tonight.

“You’ve been sleeping at your desk too much lately,” she murmured against the shell of his ear. 

“Can’t be helped,” Rolan replied, although the fingers of his free hand raised to the arm she had curled over his collar. “These exams are the most consequential step in an apprenticeship. I’d be a worthless archmage if I let my students arrive at Blackstaff unprepared.”

“Rolan, there’s no way that would happen.” She broke away slightly to look at the thick stack of assignments he was grading. “Don’t you think…maybe you’re overworking them? You’re definitely overworking yourself.” 

“I’m fine,” Rolan said a bit sharply, turning to the next student’s parchment. “I can certainly handle a little paperwork.” 

She pouted slightly at the back of his head, then leaned in to place a kiss under his ear. “That’s not what I meant.”

Rolan let out a short huff as he set down his quill. Feeling a bit smug with herself, she let his grip over her arm draw her around beside him, quite unsuspecting.

Before she could tense her relaxed muscles, Rolan’s grip jerked her down. One of her hands flew to grab the far edge of the wooden seat, but she still landed hard on his lap, her back thumping against his chest.

“After all our time together, I’d expect you to understand the duties of an archwizard,” Rolan scolded her. His voice reverberated against her back as he tucked her slightly to one of his legs so he could keep working. Then his fingers plucked up his quill, even as his other forearm wrapped tighter below her navel to keep her firmly planted. 

After a week starved from his attention, the humbling position made her face grow warm. "Rolan, I do understand. I just think y—"

“Good,” Rolan cut her off. “Then sit still and behave.” He was ordering her in the same tone she sometimes heard him use with his apprentices—as if she was nothing but another naughty pupil.

She bit her lip. That could work. Oh, could it ever. “All right.”

After that, they both sat in silence. The steady scratch of quill tip against parchment was the only sound drifting through the candlelight. She kept herself perched quietly on Rolan’s thighs, watching the neat movements of his writing hand, feeling the steady beat of his heart between her shoulder blades. Of all the positions she hoped to find herself in tonight, fully clothed and trapped on his lap wasn't one of them.

But she could certainly work with it. 

Carefully, as if just adjusting to a more comfortable position, she wiggled her hips up higher against his lap. She felt the muscle in Rolan’s forearm clench slightly over her, but he said nothing as he turned to another page.

Testing his patience, she scooted back toward him again. This time she pressed her palms against his thighs for balance, letting her hips bounce slightly down against him. The game was rapidly becoming unsubtle.

It wasn’t lost on her wizard. “That won't get you anything,” Rolan warned her.

But despite his words, she could already feel him stirring underneath her. Lovely heat coiled in her stomach in response. “Will from where I’m sitting,” she answered back saucily.

“Hmm.” His monotone hum reverberated against her back, but Rolan didn’t look up from the note he was scribbling. However disappointing his verbal responses, Rolan’s body gave him away the same way it always did. 

It only made her braver. She leaned forward on an elbow as if to read his work. In the same motion, she nudged her hips back to press herself more firmly against the growing hardness under his robes, dragging her center across his clothed thigh at the same time. She’d prefer to make use of the lovely ridges near his knee, but that would have to wait for another night.

“Take off your clothes.”

She blinked at him over her shoulder. “What?” Surely she had misheard—Rolan’s expression was impassive, eyes still on the pages scattered over his desk.

“Take off your clothes,” he calmly repeated, still not looking at her. “Now.”

If he was calling her bluff, he wouldn’t get the satisfaction. Slowly, she leaned back against his chest. She would go along with whatever game he wanted to play. 

She began with her bodice. Her fingers ran down the lacings, plucking them open like harp strings, feeling the heat already starting to pool between her thighs in anticipation. With her head leaned back over Rolan’s shoulder, she could feel the steady tickle of his breath down her collar and chest, though he was still steadfastly marking the parchment before him. 

Rolan was studiously ignoring her, even as she undressed. It was new, and it made something shy and uncertain coil in her chest. When they were together normally he liked to be the one removing her clothes. He practically insisted on it. 

But tonight he made no move, apparently content to let her take as much or as little time as she liked.

She favored the latter. With that thought in mind, she pressed herself forward to shuck the unlaced bodice back over her shoulders. Rolan’s arm over her loosened to allow her undershirt to follow. When both garments were discarded on the floor beside his chair, she leaned back against him, bare above the waist. She couldn’t help arching her chest up a little as Rolan’s loose hair tickled against her neck.

"Everything," Rolan directed her. His arm remained draped unmoving over her belly. He either didn't notice her body language or was choosing to ignore the invitation to grope her. 

It made her feel even needier for him. Perhaps that's why she wiggled out of her pants and smallclothes so eagerly, nearly tipping sideways off Rolan’s clothed lap in the process. His palm splayed up against her sternum to catch her, and the sharp nail of his thumb pressed into one of her breasts. A small gasp escaped her.

Rolan made a noise low in his throat, and when his hand raised from her chest toward her chin, she understood his intention with eagerness. 

She parted her lips to take two of his long, slender fingers into her mouth, licking and swirling her tongue to wet them completely. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his digits in deeper over her tongue. Rolan needed reminding of what her mouth could do, and she was pleased to feel his length twitch under her in response. She hummed in satisfaction over his fingers.

Rolan pulled them from her mouth then, and she felt a string of saliva stretch and land across her chin. Before she could wipe it away, two slickened fingertips nudged at the hot apex of her thighs.

She let out a needy groan as her head tipped back over Rolan’s shoulder; her warm cheek pressed against his. She let her thighs fall open for him. But Rolan only continued to make soft and idle circles over her folds, dragging the wetness that was already pooling there up around her entrance, not quite hitting the aching spot above. Her hips rolled forward greedily toward his palm.

“I told you, sit still.” How could he possibly have the nerve to keep writing at a moment like this? She did her best to obey his command, but the way Rolan’s breath had quickened behind her made it difficult.

“Rolan…” His name left her in another groan, this time almost begging. She arched her back to curl an arm around behind him. Her fingers found the curve of one of his horns, and her grip tugged up and down the hard ridged length of it—wishing it was the hard ridged length nudging up against her backside.

In one movement, Rolan’s writing hand swept up the stack of papers from the desk in front of them and deposited them on the floor. 

His grip on her arms was rougher than she was used to as he jerked their connected bodies upright, but it was somehow exactly what she craved. She heard his chair clatter to the floor behind them—her hands flew to the now-empty desk for balance as she landed on her feet.

“I’m a very busy man, you know,” Rolan hissed into her ear; he kept her facing away with nails dimpling against the flesh of her hips. “I don't have time for these games.”

“Sorry,” she lied, breathless. “Let me make it up to you?” She reached eagerly back for him, wanting to pull him closer by his robes, before something drew her palms together behind her back.

Rolan’s tail coiled around her wrists in a makeshift binding. Its soft ridges rubbed over her skin, the sudden friction causing her to freeze in place.

"You can tell me to stop.” 

Rolan’s voice was suddenly low, and she glanced back over her shoulder to his face. His eyes burned molten gold, but she caught hesitation beneath and realized what he was looking for. She nodded her head yes.

Then the palm of Rolan’s hand settled between her shoulder blades, and steadily, he pushed down.

Her body bent at the waist over the hard surface, goosebumps tickling her skin where her bare chest met the cool wood. She shivered from the cold, and more so from the delicious uncertainty of whatever he was planning to do with her. The firm coil of Rolan’s tail trailed from her wrists across the bare skin of her back.

"Do you know how infuriating you can be?" Rolan's voice chided behind her, even as his hands on her ass massaged and spread her apart for him. "I have a great deal of work to do, yet you insist on interrupting."

"Why don't you give me something to shut me up, then?" She did her best to tease back, but she could only imagine the view Rolan had of her slick folds as his hands pulled to expose her. She ached for his fingers and mouth and cock—for any part of him to touch her again and provide release.

"Always so greedy for my attention," Rolan said, as if he could read her thoughts. "High time you learned a little discipline."

The warmth of one hand left her. Then, without warning, his palm reconnected with a stinging slap against her ass. The shock lurched her body forward, grinding the ache between her legs against the hard edge of his desk. A shameless mewl escaped her throat.

“Hush,” Rolan tutted softly from behind. “I run a reputable business here, you know. Unless you want everyone below to learn what a state you’re in?”

“Oh yes—” From her prone position, she still tried to crane her neck back at him. “I’m sure your patrons would love to know that the new mage of Ramazith’s Tower is a perverted little—”

His palm smacked against her a second and third time, once on either side, the lewd sounds echoing all around the cavernous room and causing her words to stutter into an incoherent moan. She just barely bit it back this time. 

“Good girl,” Rolan hummed in approval, and she couldn’t ignore the way her insides quivered from the praise. He smoothed both hands over the heated skin on her flanks as if rewarding her obedience. “Now spread for me.”

Incredible how four little words could make her throb and drip for him. It was vulgar and irresistible, and she obeyed wordlessly, shifting her bare feet further apart to expose herself more fully to him. The rush of cool air between her legs was almost too much to bear. 

There was the soft rustle of movement behind her—she could practically feel Rolan’s body heat moving closer. In the next moment the length underneath his robes pressed firmly in between her legs. 

She dug teeth into her lower lip to restrain another wanton groan. He was so hard already—was it all from this little game? Sweet hells, if only she'd tried his patience like this before. She couldn’t spare a thought to wonder, could only fixate on the anticipation of Rolan filling her. Her cunt throbbed against the fabric between them at the thought.

She heard Rolan inhale through his teeth. "So desperate even now. Gods, you're shameless." But his hands traveled up the arch of her back, his softly filed nails whispering against the skin under her bound arms from her ass to her shoulder blades, as if relishing the position he had her in.

Then his grip cupped down over each of her hip bones, and he ground her back against his hardness.

The gesture dragged the bare front of her against the cool wood surface, and a shuddering exhale fell from her lips. “Fuck, Rolan—”

“Is this not what you wanted?” Rolan asked her, calling down patience from gods knew where. “Tell me, then.”

"I want you to fuck me,” she gasped out, ready to be done with the teasing. The words formed a heated fog across the wood surface underneath her.

"Ask nicely, then." One of Rolan’s thumbs pulled at her flesh, no doubt giving himself another view of her wet slit, teasing her open again without touching her where she needed it most.

“Please—” Maybe she'd never been more desperate for him; or maybe she'd always known he would love it. "Master Rolan, please fuck me—"

Rolan's hands were gone from her in a flash, and she heard and felt them working on the laces of his pants.

She’d never been more ready for him. Shamefully eager, she craned her head as best she could from her bent and bound position to watch him reach through the slits in his robe to unfasten his pants. Then his beautiful red cock sprang free from the fabric, deliciously hard and lined with those angled, concentric ridges that she knew could make her see stars. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. 

She must look positively desperate for it, because Rolan was watching her face with a dark glint of approval in his eyes. As he did, one of his elegant hands closed around his cock and pumped lazily. She squirmed with impatience.

"Say it again." Rolan's dark-set eyes watched her with something like anticipation, his baritone husky with desire.

Her mind was so addled from the delicious sight of him stroking himself that it took a moment to grasp what he was requesting.

"You like that?" She asked suddenly, licking her lips. "When I call you Master?”

Rolan's hips bucked forward into his own grip, almost involuntary. Despite her position naked and prone on his desk, she felt a kind of power tip back into her hands.

“Because that's what you are, Rolan…” She looked back at him from under her lashes, wanting to see what the words might do to him. “Master of this tower, Master of the Weave—Master of me—”

Rolan's face was flushing burgundy, his eyes smoldering into her as if hanging on every word. His tail unwound from her wrists to shudder and flick behind him in a motion she’d grown to recognize as pure desire.

“Just look at what you do to me,” she breathed. Wetness leaked down her inner thighs as she spoke. “No one else fucks me like you. You're so good—so powerful—fuck, just please Rolan, I need you—”

With a guttural sound, Rolan pressed and sheathed himself in her completely.

The abrupt stretch between her legs made her cry out and clutch at the far edge of his desk. Rolan hadn't readied her with his fingers the way he usually did—very little about tonight was usual. His ridges were hot and tight against her walls, but the ache was exactly what she craved.

Before she had fully adjusted, Rolan pulled out from her almost completely, and then his hips snapped back into her a second and third time. The pressure almost made her sob in relief.

Rolan’s hands landed on either side of hers, sharp nails digging into the wood underneath them as his body pressed down over her. He was truly, finally fucking her; she felt the silk of his robes drag against her overheated skin with each thrust, and then the shift of his body hit a new angle inside her. 

His tip abruptly met with that deep and sensitive spot, pounding into the aching nerves there again and again. Her eyes rolled back with an unrestrained moan.

"Again," he panted, his face close behind her ear. The control in his voice was fading with each jerk of his hips.

Her skin was on fire; all she could concentrate on was the ridged length of him rapidly filling and stretching her, each quick thrust grinding and rocking her clit against the smooth wood under their bodies.

"Master Rolan, plea-se—" The last word was jerked in two by the force of him fucking her into his desk—"just like this, fuck, I’ve wanted this for weeks—you’re so—so fucking good—”

The words were babbling incoherently from her, but they seemed to be what he needed. Rolan let out a broken groan into the skin of her back as he twitched and spilled inside her. But he didn’t slow his rhythm. Instead his hands gripped either side of her hips, sharp nails digging into her skin, fucking his spend deep into her with driving force. 

It was possessive and raw and hot and the feeling made her own orgasm crash down around her, her walls spasming and clutching around him as if to keep him there. She felt the gush of heat from her center leaking out all around him and spilling down her legs.

Her arms and legs trembled weakly; she was grateful for the support of Rolan’s desk holding her up, hard and cold though it was. She gathered enough strength to glance back at him as he straightened and pulled out of her, just in time to catch Rolan admiring the way his come dripped from her opening.

“I love you,” she panted up at him. “That was…gods, Rolan.”

He looked just as dazed as she felt as he stood with hands still resting on her hips for balance. But Rolan said nothing in response, only drew one of her limp hands from the desk up to his lips. Then he shook his shoulders slightly as if to rouse his senses, tucking himself back into his pants.

Dipping a hand to the floor, Rolan thrust a bundle of her clothes unceremoniously toward her. “Clean yourself up. I have more work to do.” 

She would have laughed if she wasn’t so spent. He was being intentionally brusque; perhaps embarrassed by how far he’d let himself go. The lingering flush on his cheeks and the way his outstretched arm shook both undercut the attempt slightly. 

She straightened up on wobbling legs to pluck the clothes from him. Despite his rudeness, she felt satisfied with the knowledge that the heavy smell of sex and the image of her spread open for him on that very desk would make concentrating on his menial paperwork a near-impossible task.

Before he’d let go of her wrinkled garments, she pulled him by them into a quick kiss. “Come to bed soon,” she told him firmly. “Or else I’ll come back and carry you there.” 

Rolan exhaled through his nose, the bare hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Give me an hour.”

An unthinkable wait after the lay he’d just given her. But she made no complaints as she turned—it wouldn’t do to let him have too much power.

“Fine,” she called over her shoulder. She put a little sway in her hips as she sauntered toward the bedroom staircase, strongly suspecting that his eyes were following her. “But this time, Master Rolan, I’m getting you naked.”

I don’t know how many other people have seen the witcher, but that golden dragon that can shapeshift? Yeah, 

Pens gold shapeshifting Geno dragon

Such a great way to start my day. I LOVE THIS SO MUCHHHH

Her

— pairing » Cale Henituse x OC/Reader

— summary » Cale Henituse remembers a past. Not his past as Kim Rok Soo, but a different past. A past where he had someone.

— genre » fluff, angst if you squint.

— warnings » cursing/swearing, fluff, small angst, blood, gore if you squint.

As Cale looks around, he remembers something.

The dresses, the balls, the wine, the champagne, everything.

It reminded him of something.

The memory didn’t come as a headache, nor is it a sharp pain.

It was just there.

Lingering, in the deepest part of his mind.

It was always there.

Its just that, Cale didn’t acknowledge it.

Cale refused to acknowledge it.

With the whole war and the white star, Cale didn’t have time for those. It first came as dreams, Cale thought that maybe a God is messing with him again. It came as dreams, first.

Until it didn’t.

There would be times where Cale would look at a certain color and be reminded of something. A deja vu, he said to himself.

Cale would smell a familiar food and yet when he saw it—heard of it he would instantly get the memory of it. Of something—someone eating with him when Cale was sure that it didn’t exist. Not in his life as Kim Rok Soo and certainly not as Cale Henituse.

It came as that.

Until that day, memories would resurface.

Begging to be acknowledged, to be seen, to be recognized.

And when everything ended, where Cale could finally get his wanted rest,

Is when Cale acknowledged it.

Cale has a past.

Cale remembers a past.

A past where he was not Kim Rok Soo nor was he Cale Henituse.

He was a Commander too in that past.

Except, there was one thing his past had that Kim Rok Soo and Cale Henituse currently did not have.

Her.

Cale did not have her.

Cale remembers a time when they met, they were both survivors, a situation where it was kill or be killed. Cale remembers how his past self sneered at her, ignored her, and even attempted to kill her. For his walls were too high and built strong that his past self didn’t allow anyone.

But it’s not like she was any different.

Feral.

Guarded.

That was who they were.

Too many betrayals,

Too many deaths,

They both knew what it was like to bear the deaths of their companions, of their loved ones.

And perhaps that was the reason they didn’t kill each other.

“I’ll kill you next time.” She said, a grin sitting on her face as a dangerous spark glints on her eyes. He looked at her, a smirk crawled up on his face as he wiped the blood on his cheek, “Of course.”

As Cale took a sip of his drink, he clutched the stem of his glass, the familiar feeling—the memories were resurfacing again. Cale didn’t know what to do with these feelings, it was unfamiliar to him and yet it was familiar at the same time.

Longing, warmth, anger, love, sadness, and so much more were making their appearance.

Cale sighed in annoyance, running a hand through his hair as he surveyed his eyes across the room.

Annoying. Cale thought.

Cale didn’t want to feel these memories.

Cale didn’t want to feel.

Because he was not him anymore.

He was the past.

Just like how he is Cale Henituse now,

He is not him anymore.

But no matter how much Cale refused it, no matter how much he denied, it kept being there. Insisting, staying, it didn’t want to go.

Stubborn, and somehow. It reminded Cale of her.

Of how she used to argue with him, of how she’s the only one to battle him in wits, to match him in intelligence, to partner him with slyness, and to love him in greatness—

Cale flinched. The thought, the recognition of what he’s feeling flashed on his eyes however as soon as it came, it was gone.

And all the while, Cake didn’t notice the looks his group sent towards each other at his actions. Cale may not notice it, but they did.

There was a time throughout all their journey that Cale would just stare as nothing with a blank expression, normally they wouldn’t mind it as the Commander normally had his usual stoic expression, but it was different. Cale had this look, a faraway look, and sometimes, something would flash in his eyes.

An emotion that the others can’t bring themselves to say.

Cale looked—

Well he looked—

He looked defeated.

He looked as if he has resigned.

And at first, they thought that maybe the war is taking a toll on the Young Master, that everything that’s happening is tiring him out, and with that reasoning, the others helped Cale. But that excuse was not enough to describe the emotions that would cross the Commander’s face.

And they thought that once everything’s done, perhaps the Young Commander would stop having those flashes of emotions. After all, it didn’t do well for him and his group.

But it didn’t.

Even after everything’s over, even as they’re celebrating the one year anniversary of the Empire’s victory.

It didn’t end.

They would find Cale having this look and then sighing annoyedly as he rans a hand through his face, as a small frown settles. Just like now.

And the group didn’t know what to do.

Because for that split moment, it felt like Cale was not Cale.

It didn’t feel like Cale was his self.

Cale…

Cale felt different.

Different that even the dragons agreed with their opinions.

And as it happened again, today, they don’t know what to do.

Contrary to their thoughts, Cale was quite aware of his actions. He was not that dense to not notice how his friends are fretting over him whenever a memory would resurface. He was not that oblivious. But Cale couldn’t bring himself to tell them, sure there were people who knew of his true identity as Kim Rok Soo, but Cale felt that his past self—before Kim Rok Soo, was personal. Whenever Cale thought of saying it to Choi Han or maybe His Majesty, Alberu Crossman, a feeling of greed—of selfishness is holding him back.

I want to keep this to myself.

They don’t have to know.

Those thoughts would plague Cale’s mind.

And that’s another reason why Cale is annoyed, because he didn’t know what to do. Sure Cale remembers her, albeit he doesn’t exactly remember what she looked like Cale remembers her, he doesn’t remember everything, but he remembers enough.

These..

These feelings were making themselves known—making themselves to rule over him. And Cale didn’t exactly like that.

For as he said, Cale was not him anymore.

And Cale didn’t know why his past self was holding onto these feelings.

It didn’t appear back when he was Kim Rok Soo, so why was it being so noisy now?

Cale clicked his tongue in annoyance as he downed his drink and slammed his glass to the passing servant’s tray as he took another glass.

And as Cale took a sip of his new drink, hoping to distract his self enough, Cale felt another familiarity.

“Really! You shouldn’t drink so much alcohol Darling! Do you want to die? Huh?” His lover glared at him, small hands clutching at the drink he was previously holding.

“Now, Now. You know I don’t get drunk that easily.” He replied back, internally chuckling at his lover being adorable, if he compared this scene to when they first met, one would say they’re two different persons. He looked at her, wanting to picture this scene forever in his mind, wishing that all of this will never end. He wants to be with her, wants to grow old with her, he wants to give his all to her. As she was rambling, fretting over his health, she failed to notice the small adoring smile painting his features as he stares at her.

He yelped as a sharp pain smacked the back of his head, looking up while caressing his head, he was met with his lover. His lover who has this pretty and dangerous smile all the while sporting a mad glare, “Darling..”

He gulped. “Y-Yes, my love?”

“Were you listening to me?”

“Yes.”

“What did I say?”

He didn’t not reply back, for he didn’t really listen to her. Too distracted by her mere presence and the warmth she brings, the weakness she brought out of him, the feelings he gave to her when he didn’t know he was capable of being loved and loving someone, when he had confessed, kissed her, made love to her. When she gave him the home—the security that they’ve found in each other.

“Well..” He gave a cheeky smile as he didn’t know what to say, well to say the truth he really wasn’t listening. “…Darling…”

Oh no.

“H-Hey.. love.. my love? Loooovvee?” He looked at her confused as she stood still until she lifted her head up and smiled at him. It wasn’t the smile that she would give him, the one full of love and warmth, no. She was pissed.

“You should start running.”

And running he did, but amidst all. He wont deny one thing.

Truly, genuinely, sincerely, and to all the heaven and earth, in greatness of all things, to their souls will death never do them part,

He loves h—

“Fucking—“ Cale clicked his tongue loudly, running his fingers through his hair as his annoyance showed in full view, there was a tick mark on his face as he didn’t bother finishing his drink and instead slammed it to a table in frustration.

“God fucking dammit—“ However before Cale could even comprehend it, there was another one.

"No matter how many enemies we face, no matter how many scars we have, no matter how many years, decades, eras. No matter how long it is." He looks at her, his gaze full of love and care, "I will never give you up."

It sounds romantic no? If it wasn’t for the circumstances and their situations, it would’ve been nice.

His eyes told of experience, of tiredness, of love, of care, of will to live. His eyes tell. They always do.

And she opened her mouth and said—

Cale didn’t even had the chance to mull over the memory before another one surfaced again.

“Darling! I told you that’s my kill!” She pouted.

And another.

“Really, take care of yourself more okay?” She bandaged his back.

And another.

“Darling..” She smiled, “You’re not cheating on me are you?”

And another.

He looks at her, with so much love—with so much passion, “I love you.”

And another.

“Hey! You fucking handsome ass bastard! How dare you do that! Do you think I’m fucking weak??! I can survive a hit or two you motherfucking sacrificial ass sly bastard!!” And then she slapped him with all her might that he ended up on the floor.

And another

“Do you think that water is wet?” He looked at her as if she had grown two heads, “Hey! Stop looking at me like that! I said stop!”

And another

“Don’t be too sad, okay?”

And another.

“I’m tired.” “It’s okay, you can rest on me.”

And another.

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU??!!! JUST BECAUSE I LOST MY MEMORIES FOR A WHILE YOU GAVE ME TO ANOTHER MAN??!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!!! YOU CANT GIVE UP ON ME YOU ASSHOLE! YOU HEAR ME!! CANT!! HOW DARE YOU GIVE UP AND GIVE ME TO ANOTHER BASTARD WHO’S MORE OF A BASTARD THAN YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” Well, he certainly didn’t know expect for not a slap, but a punch to greet him. This was not what he expected their reunion to be.

And another.

“I… I love you..”

And another.

“My beloved handsome darling! The star of my world, the apple of my eyes, the star who shines brighter than the sun—“ He looked at her sourly, “Stop.”

And another.

“My love!”

And another.

“DAAARRRRRLLLLIIIIINNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!”

And another.

“I’m hungry.” “…Fine, I’ll cook.”

And another.

“Have I ever told you how handsome you are with your sleeves rolled up?”

And another.

“You’re so fucking handsome and beautiful it’s illegally legal.”

And another.

“Okay. Let’s sit.” She patted the space next to her as he looked at her in confusion as his head tilted to the side but nonetheless did what she said. She looked at him with utter seriousness and when she opened her mouth he had one of the most ridiculous expression on his face, “Why the fuck are you so handsome and pretty?”

And another.

“You cooking is male wife vibes.”

And another.

“If you see my ex please slap with with all you’ve got.”

And another, and another, and another, and another

“I have told you so many times did I not? That if, if you fucking hurt yourself I will smack you. I’m not even kidding.”

“YOU FUCKING SACRIFICIAL ASS BASTARD!!!”

“Hey.. let’s meet again.”

“Kill me? Sure, not if I kill you first.”

“Let’s not do this again, okay?”

“I.. actually want to cuddle.”

“Really~ try to have fun, Darling!”

“My love!! Darling!! Look!! I managed to cut off her head!!”

“Darling! I told you not to sleep like that!”

“Darling!”

“Darrrlliingggg!!!”

“…Darling…”

“D-Darling..”

“Dar..li..ng”

“DARLING!!”

Everything went on as memories of her ruled Cale’s mind.

“Hey.. I love you okay? Forever, and ever and ever.” She brought her bloodied hand to caress his face, wanting savour everything till her last breathe. He leaned down and nuzzle her cheek, “Till death will never do us part.” He whispers.

It was all about her.

And Cale is fucking sick of it.

He was not him anymore.

He was him.

But he is now Cale fucking Henituse.

Just what is that bastard that even now he couldn’t let go of her? Cale scoffed at his past self.

Fucking hell. Cale sighed as annoyance crossed his eyes, and by now, everyone could feel Cale’s change of mood. But like before, as soon as it showed, it was gone as well. And they were left with their usual stoic red haired commander who’s quite pissed behind the mask he shows.

“Young Master, would you like to rest?” Ron, his servant, upon noticing the quick change in his Young Master’s mood, quickly went to action.

“No. I’m fine.” Cale replied.

Ron surveyed him before backing off, “Yes, Young Master.” It seems that his Young Master is annoyed at something. Just what caused this? Ron sharpened his eyes at the crowd before him, hoping to find what caused Cale’s annoyance. But alas, it was nothing.

And as Cale took another glass, he downed it. Feeling the familiar taste of alcohol, Cale could feel himself loosening up a bit.

And Cale downed another one, and another one, and another one, and another one, till glasses and glasses filled the empty table, and still.

Cale was not drunk.

Red faced? Yes.

But drunk? No.

He has a high alcohol tolerance.

Even before, a small voice whispered at the back of his mind.

Cale ignores it.

He could hear the ancient powers asking him if he’s okay, he could hear Raon’s questions. But Cale only had one answer.

“I’m fine.”

And he was, he really is fine.

Who wouldn’t when his slacker life is finally coming onto him?

And so, Cale buried her. Deep in his mind. He buried her. Because the feelings that his past self—Cale won’t even deny it. It’s starting to mark it’s own into Cale. Cale didn’t like that. It was familiar but it was unfamiliar. Cale didn’t know how to feel.

His past self loved her before.

Kim Rok Soo did not have these memories—these feelings didn’t happen then.

But Cale Henituse?

Fucking hell it’s starting to make their way to him.

It’s fucking reaching him.

And Cale—Holy shit Cale could fucking feel the warmth—the love that his past self have.

And once that feeling went through the tiny crack that Cale had, it came bursting. All in motion.

And Cale could do nothing but succumb his self to the feelings.

For Cale Henituse knew, that in the first place, he stood no chance.

Perhaps it was the reason why Kim Rok Soo felt empty. Like somehow, a part of him died.

And that part of him filled up as Cale Henituse gained these feelings.

Ah shit. Cale chuckled mockingly at his self.

I guess even after I reincarnated I still can’t let go of her huh? Fucking shit and to think I denied it this long. No wonder I can’t let go of these feelings from the past.

That sly woman already owned him from the start.

She already had me from the start.

Cale acknowledged it.

Cale recognised it.

Cale remembers it.

His past self loved her.

Hell he loved her so much that even in another life he couldn’t let go of his feelings.

Cale wonders why these feelings didn’t make their appearance back when he was Kim Rok Soo, and why only now when he’s Cale Henituse?

And yes.

Cale acknowledges the fact that these feelings— that he still loves her.

Yes.

Love.

Cale Henituse will fucking admit that he still loves her.

His past self, Kim Rok Soo, and Cale Henituse. All of them were one.

Different bodies, but the soul will always be the same.

The soul will never forget.

His soul refuses to forget.

And in turn of that, his feelings connected.

“And death will never do us part. And don’t even think of refusing.” Goddamn even death didn’t do my feelings part, Cale remembers the vow he made to her. Truly, Cale’s feelings didn’t do part. And somehow, Cale didn’t know whether he should be glad or not. After all, Cale’s alone. She’s not here. So what’s the point?

The only thing Cale has of her is his memories and the feelings.

And Cale knows he’ll never forget it.

His record will never let him.

And just as Cale drank the wine, just in time, his hyung-nim called for him.

“Cale. Come here.” Alberu motioned for him, Cale could see Alberu talking to someone in front of him, Cake couldn’t see them since Alberu was covering them.

Cale sighed again as he put down the glass and willed himself to walk towards the Emperor.

As soon as Cale was near, The Emperor, Alberu Crossman smiled brightly,

Oh no. Cake could already feel it.

“My sworn brother, the mighty young master of the silver shield! How joyous for you to come to this event, I’m sure that young master Cale’s bright silver shield will continue to protect us. Young Master Cale, you truly are a mighty and strong her-“ However, before Alberu could even finish his sentence, someone cut him off.

“Your Majesty, The Emperor Alberu Crossman, the Shining star—no, the shining sun of the Roan Empire. The sun that shines beneath us all citizens, this humble servant of the Empire is overjoyed to be in the presence of the mighty Emperor. Truly, your brightness that shines even on the darkest days will forever be embedded onto us Your Majesty, this humble servant of the Empire basks in your presence Your Majesty, as His Majesty’s beauty and grace that is like the star that shines upon us citizens brings joy to us. Truly, a lowly noble like myself can only cry in admiration.” Cale had a proud smirk in his face at the look of his hyung.

Well, if he wasn’t in the presence of these nobles he might as well give threaten his dongsaeng of the Prime Minister’s position.

Alberu forced a smile on his face as he faked a laugh and went to hug Cale, said man on the other hand graciously received his hyung’s hug however as soon as that happened,

“Bullshit.”

“You bastard.”

Cale and Alberu instantly whispered this to each other all the while sporting a bright smile, as if nothing is happening.

“Anyways.” Alberu cleared his throat as soon as the hug broke and motioned to the people behind him, the ones who he was talking with earlier, Cale noticed.

Alberu gestured his hand, “Cale, meet Duke Ophius, Duke, this is the eldest son of the Henituse Duchy.”

Ophius Duchy.

Cale remembers them.

They’re a Duchy specializing in herbs and poison as well as creating the highest grade of potions. Their Duchy aided them in the war with multiple Potions as well as ointments that worked incredibly fast.

“Cale Henituse.” Cale gave a nod to the Duke, his stoic face as usual wasn’t giving out anything of what he’s thinking.

“Yes, I’ve heard many things about you Young Master Cale.” The Duke said. You really don’t know what he’s thinking The Duke thought as he glanced at Cale, before a smile surfaced and he took a step to the side.

And it was only now that Cale noticed that the Duke brought someone else.

“Young Master, this is my daughter. She’s the one behind the antidotes and all the other potions during the war.”

And as he fully saw her, Cale felt his breathe hitch.

He knew her.

He knew that scent.

He knew those eyes.

Ever since Cale accepted the fact of his memories—that he acknowledged it, Cale gained all of his memories from the past.

And he knew that face.

He knew those eyes.

She might have a different body but the soul does not forget.

The heart will never forget.

It’s her.

She’s here.

Before him.

Standing.

Breathing.

Alive.

Wearing a dress befitting of her status as the Duke’s daughter, accessories painting her as her hair shined beneath the lights. Cale wasn’t one to be sentimental and poetic, but Cale will admit.

She’s beautiful—ethereal even. Words cannot describe her.

And Cale felt like laughing because he realized it.

Kim Rok Soo didn’t feel these feelings and these memories because she did not exist in his world before.

She was not in Kim Rok Soo’s world.

And now that she’s here?

It explains everything.

And judging by the slight widen of her eyes, it seems that she didn’t know that Cale was him.

He knows that she knows of his existence, after all, she has aided him in battle.

But he knows that she didn’t know that Cale Henituse was him.

That he was him reincarnated in this world.

After all, in this life, they have never met in person.

“It is an honor to meet the person behind the victories, Young Master Cale.”

And as Cale snapped back to the present, he let out a smirk.

A smirk of amusement.

So this is how she’s going to play it?

Fine. I’ll play her game.

Cale’s smirk widened as a glint flashed in his eyes.

“Human! You have that face again! Are we going to steal something? Who are we scamming?”

Steal? Yeah, sure.

I’m going to steal her.

And when Cale opened his mouth,

Alberu almost tripped.

“I’ve heard many things about you, My lady.”

MY LADY?!!!!

“It seems that the esteemed Lady of the Ophius Duchy is quite the genius.”

Cale’s group looked at in incredulously, sure they’ve seen him do that but usually it’s because of their plan. But this?

They didn’t know what made him do this.

“Your abilities have greatly aided us during the battle, My Lady.”

Cale’s smirked just became larger at her look.

He knows she knows that she expected this, but to think he’ll actually do it..

I bet she didn’t know that.

Cale ignored their looks as he gave a bright smile towards her, “I’ve been wanting to meet you but it seems that My Lady was too busy.”

That wasn’t a lie. Cale really was trying to make contact with her in hopes that he’ll make a deal with her, but all Cale got in response was a letter sent by—Cale presumes— is one of her people. And Cale that time didn’t mind it, as long as he got what he wanted all is well.

And to be honest, Cale didn’t really mind not meeting her. At first.

But who’s to say Cale wouldn’t use this opportunity to make contact with her now?

“Ah.. my apologies Young Master. It seems I was too busy during those times.” Cale could see her holding back a frown as she smiled.

Oh?

She really isn’t giving in.

“Cale.”

“Pardon?” She looks at him confused, but what came out of Cale’s mouth shook her whole being.

“Just call me Cale.”

This.. this bastard!

What the hell is he doing?!!

She gritted her teeth as she sharply glares at Cale, said man merely smiled as his eyes glints in amusement.

Seeing that, she sneered at him. Quite openly so.

He knows what he’s goddamn doing!

Really—!!!

And the fact that he’s dressed like that— a black commander uniform—courtesy of his majesty with a little threat to Cale with the Prime Minister’s Position— with half of his hair tied with a black ribbon, handsome and beautiful features, Cale looks ethereal.

Fucking hell he always does—

Everyone—literally everyone around them felt shock coursing through their bodies.

Does Cale know this woman?

Is he affiliated with her?

But from what he said he hasn’t met her right?

Or has he?

Confusion filled people’s mind, especially Cale’s family as well as the Emperor.

Heck, Duke Ophius felt his jaw land on the floor at the thought that his daughter and the young hero knows each other.

They have never seen Cale act like this.

Choi han didn’t see this side of Cale— even as Kim Rok Soo.

So how?

Why?

Who is this woman that made Cale—the Young Master like this?

“I believe I cannot do that, Young Master.”

Cale raised a brow, “And why is that, Young Lady of the esteemed Ophius Duchy?” Cale said with a close eyed smile.

She felt her twitch before the same bright smile appeared on her face, “I believe the Young Master of the Silver Shield is too mighty and is too high for me to casually address the Young Master informally.”

“Nonsense. It wouldn’t be if I, myself—gave you permission to.”

“But I am a mere—“

“My Lady, you are from a Duchy who have made quite the accomplishments and contributions during the war.”

“And compared to the Young Master who lead the war and came back with victories, I am but a mere peasant.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“But I remember that the Young Lady had become a big part of the war’s victory.” Cale smirked.

“It is small compared to the Young Master of the Henituse Duchy.” She countered with a smile of her own.

“My Lady.”

“Young Master.”

Thunder seemed to spark between to the two as smiled became strained.

Cale sighed, so this is how you’re going to this huh?

Fine.

“Your Majesty.”

“Yes, Cale?”

“Don’t we have the problem of numerous bugs and different kinds of insects infecting on one of our land?” Cale mentioned.

Alberu, confused but still responded. “Yes. I believe the council are coming up with solutions for that, although I have my own alternative.” Now, what is this crazy bastard planning? Alberu looked at Cale suspiciously.

Cale smiled,

Oh no.

She already knows where this is going.

“I believe that the Young Lady of the Ophius Duchy would be the perfect fit to give this task t—“

“Darling.”

Got you.

Cale smiled brightly, “Yes, my love?”

She stared at him with annoyance as she clicked her tongue, “You planned this, did you not?”

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

She scoffs at him in reply, turning her head away with a ‘hmph!’.

And amidst all, Cale only smiled at her adoringly. Looking at her with warmth and love that the people around him flinched. Especially Alberu.

Least to say, everyone had the memory of their lives.

Literally.

The circus arrives without warning.

No announcements precede it.  It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.  Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements.  It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night.

Reylo + The Night Circus

you ask me what I’m thinking about.. I tell you that I’m thinking about… | for @junetwentyninth {cr. namuspromised}

Brainless Baby

Boyfriend!Felix x Afab!Reader x Best Friend!Hyunjin

♡ Genre - Explicit Sexual Content [MDNI]

♡ Word Count - 4k

♡ Summary - "You're the only guy to ever make me crawl"

♡ Warnings - Hyunlix action (mxm), Oral ( m & f rec.), Cum sharing, dom/sub dynamics (sub Hyunjin, Dom Felix & Reader) , unprotected sex, creampie [I think that's all] ♡ a/n - What's a plot? We don't know her. We just know the pure filth that is this fic. Would you believe me if I said that I haven't even seen the SKZ Code with that line that inspired this fic? I'm so behind. Anyway, Hope you enjoy! + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡ MDNI

✧ Masterlist ✧

You like to say that you’re the best friend that anyone can have and you think that Hyunjin would agree if you asked him. You’re the type of person who takes pride in helping a friend in need. Someone needs money? You’ll lend them some. One of your friends needs help moving? You’ll lend a hand. Your best friend is feeling stressed from work? You’ll invite him over to fuck you and your boyfriend. It’s simple. 

Ever since you started inviting Hyunjin into your bedroom with your boyfriend, Felix, it’s been a rollercoaster ride. Since you and your partner are more of the kinky type each scene has been an adventure. It can range from simple planned out play to completely unpredictable. Even with you knowing all of that you never thought that you’d see something like this.

"You're the only guy to ever make me crawl." Hyunjin huffed with a smile as he looked up at the blonde smirking down at him. "You're just gonna let him do this to me, princess?"

He looks up at you with a playful glint in his eye. He doesn't hate this as much as he wants you to think he does but it's fun to play along. 

"I don't know I kinda like you on your knees" You kneel to Hyunjin’s level, running your fingers through his hair before closing your fist around the locks and forcing his head back slowly. A groan escapes him.

"Doesn't he look pretty down there, angel?" Felix kneels down to your level so that he's face to face with Hyunjin. "You wanna get up?"

You expected Hyunjin to roll his eyes. You expected him to tell you both that he obviously wants to get up with that annoyed rasp to his voice but he doesn't. He whimpers instead, shaking his head to the best of his ability while he whispers to you both. "I don't "

"You wanna stay on your knees for us? Follow us around on all fours like a pet?" Felix coos, his condescending tone pulls a whine from Hyunjin's throat. The blonde takes his middle and pointer finger and places it under Hyunjin's chin. He tips his head up so that there's nowhere else to look but at him. "You wanna be a good boy for me today, Hyunjinnie?"

 It’s seldom that Hyunjin lets his guard down like this. You and Felix have had this dynamic with him for close to a year now but he’s never taken on the submissive role like this. He’s more of the stubborn type, rolling his eyes and making you or Felix force him into submission but never fully going into the headspace. It’s always just enough to blow off some steam. 

You know that Hyunjin leads a busy life, that’s why he comes to you two. He says that he likes to relinquish control after the long and hard days of doing what everyone else wants him to do. He likes to put a chunk of his trust into the hands of you and Felix but it’s never this much. He never hands it all over. 

When he called you yesterday to set up today's meeting he mentioned something about not wanting to have to think anymore. He said that he just wants to exist and be told what to do, what to think, what to say. He said that he needed a break and that’s exactly what he’s getting.

“C’mere” Felix beckons the raven haired boy with two fingers as he walks three steps in front of him. You follow behind, trailing slowly as you watch Hyunjin follow the younger's orders. “Feeling brainless today, baby?”

Hyunjin shakes his head, no hesitation or thought to what he’s agreeing to at all. “That’s alright.” Felix’s accent is thick on his tongue as he stops walking, turning to the boy behind him with a sweet smile that contradicts all pending action. 

“We’ll take care of you, won’t we angel?” He glances up at you with the same smile.

“Such good care of you. I promise, Hyune.” You pet his head and he melts into the touch. You can’t help but to stare at him, awestruck by how fast he’s fallen into this headspace. He’s never been this far gone before. 

Hyunjin runs his tongue over his bottom lip before sucking the corner of it into his mouth. Felix notices and takes a step closer. His two fingers find a spot under Hyunjin’s chin once again, guiding the eldests gaze to his. “Need something?” Felix runs the tip of his thumb over Hyunjin’s bottom lip, freeing the corner from his teeth. 

“What do you need, pretty boy?” The rumble of Felix’s tone makes you press your thighs together seconds before Hyunjin does the same. Your best friend peers up at you with his big brown eyes glazed in a way that you’ve never seen before. He looks between you two, waiting for someone to decide what it is that he needs. 

“I think that he needs his mouth full, Lix.” Hyunjin nearly crumbles at your feet once your suggestion hits the air. His eyelids flutter shut for just a second as he sucks the corner of his lip back into his mouth.

You step closer to Hyunjin so that he can lean his head on the side of your leg. You watch as his fingers spread and the tips slightly dig into the carpet beneath him in anticipation. 

“Is that it?” Felix blinks down at Hyunjin with a teasing gaze as he slowly slips his finger between Hyunjin’s plump blushed lips. You watch, bare cunt dripping under your skirt as Hyunjin welcomes every bit of Felix’s finger into his mouth. 

The younger exhales a shaky breath as the kneeling boy swirls his tongue around the digit with a light moan. He sucks lightly while mindlessly bobbing his head a bit. His glistening eyes stare up at Felix like he’s hung the stars in the sky. You’re speechless. Wildly turned on but utterly speechless.

 Felix's finger slides in and out of Hyunjin's mouth at a slow, agonizing pace. The younger fights back a full body shudder as Hyunjin gets lost in the action. 

Your hand moves on its own as you watch them. You stroke Hyunjin’s freshly cut hair at the back of his head to coax him further into his relaxed state. 

 Felix's watches with an amused twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes as Hyunjin moans at the pressure of him pressing the pad of his thumb down onto the middle of his tongue. His eyes knit together as your boyfriend slowly pries his mouth open. Felix bends to Hyunjin’s level once again as he slides his finger out of Hyunjin’s mouth and replaces the digit with his tongue. He leans in quickly, pulling your friend into a slow and sloppy kiss.  

Hyunjin’s hand finds your ankle and the tips of his fingers sink into the flesh as Felix explores his mouth. He whines against your boyfriend, moaning and pushing into the kiss with a desperation that you’re not sure that you could ever match. 

A quiet moan slips past your lips as you watch them. Your pulse picks up at the naughty scene unfolding in front of you as you take in every inch of them. Every detail. You and Felix have opened your relationship to help several other friends, you’ve seen Felix dom some of your friends, some of his friends and even some strangers but this feels different. It feels so hot and effortless like he’s been preparing for the day that Hyunjin lets his guard down. 

The feeling of a new hand on the outside of your leg makes you jump, pulling your focus away from the boys in front of you and down to the source.You watch as Felix’s hand trails up the front of your leg, slithering up your calves and tickling the inside of your thigh before it disappears under your skirt. “Fuck.” He rasps, his mouth still semi full of Hyunjin’s tongue.

He nips down on Hyune’s bottom lip as he pulls away, a thin line of spit connects them until Felix turns to look up at you. “Watching us made you that wet, angel?” 

 While Felix is talking to you Hyunjin stares up at your boyfriend with a dazed expression. He’s fucked out, there isn’t a single thought in his head that makes sense. “How about we have this sweet boy taste you.” 

Hyunjin switches the target of his attention. He stares up at you as he sits back on his knees, still on all fours just how Felix wanted him. He almost looks like a cat waiting patiently for its meal. “C’mere Hyune.”

He scoots forward and you lift the front of your skirt to show off your bare cunt to him. He whimpers, squeezing his thighs together once again and looking up at you with watery eyes that are desperate to spill over with tears of pure pleasure. “Stick your tongue out.” You instruct softly and Felix watches it all from behind him. Hyunjin quickly obeys, poking out the muscle over his bottom lip with his head tilted back just enough to see both you and Felix at the same time. 

“Sit on it, sweetheart.” Felix takes your hand that’s not holding up your skirt and leads you forward until your cunt is resting on Hyunjin’s tongue. He moans just as you do, your head kicks back with eyes shut tight as he starts to lave over your swollen bud. The tip of his tongue dips and weaves between your folds sloppily encouraging your well watered flower to spill over his chin as he gets more into it. 

Your moans are echoing through the room and Felix listens to them like music. “Looks like he did need his mouth full, huh?” Felix muses while he combs his fingers through Hyunjin’s long locks.

 Hyunjin's eyes roll back and he lets out a satisfied sigh. “C’mon make my baby feel good.”  Felix fists Hyunjins hair and pushes him further against you. He groans, his nose is pushed up against your pubic mound as he sucks and swirls your clit. 

“Hyune, Hyunjin, ‘m gonna cum.” His thighs press together and his fingers twist and fist at the shaggy living room carpet beneath him. Felix notices it all, he notices everything. From the way that you’re rocking your hips against Hyunjin’s mouth and pinching your nipples over your shirt to the way that Hyunjin’s hard cock desperately twitches in his slacks in a pathetic attempt to feel any friction at all. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.” 

Felix gets behind you to make sure that you stand steady as you come undone on Hyunjin’s tongue. If you were dripping before then you are pouring now, soaking up every inch of Hyunjin’s chin with your sweet water. 

Felix kisses the curve of your neck as you come down from your high and Hyunjin kitten licks and cleanses every bit of you that he can reach. He’s so far gone, so fucking horny that he’s damn near panting for more. He needs more. “That’s my girl.” Felix leads you back and over to the couch so that you can take a second to come down from space. 

He sets his sights back on the cat-like boy a couple of steps away from you. You blink a couple of times in an attempt to take him in. He’s still in his work clothes, a white button up untucked from his black slacks with the first four buttons undone. There are wet spots on his collar and by his buttons courtesy of your dripping cunt. His dick is rock hard in his slacks, straining dangerously against the bulging zipper. It’s practically begging for attention. His hands are in fists and his lips are still wet, so fucking wet. 

“And that’s my boy.” Hyunjin’s hazy eyes nearly sparkle once Felix starts towards him. Your boyfriend grins with a faint chuckle. “She’s so sweet isn’t she?” Hyunjin nods, never breaking eye contact with Felix. 

“Care to share?” The blonde kneels, tipping Hyunjin’s chin up with a single finger before licking up his lips to collect your lingering arousal. He plants sloppy kisses against his lips that Hyunjin struggles to keep up with but tries to reciprocate anyway. “So damn good.”

He leans back, looking your best friend in the eye for a second or two before leaning in and kissing Hyunjin's forehead. His lips linger there for a few moments before he pulls away. “You did so good for her.”

Your vision is clearer now as you watch them from your spot on the couch, cunt still dripping. “Thank you, Hyune.” You coo and the corner of his mouth nearly turns up in a smile but that would require thought and he can’t seem to think right now. 

“He’s gone dumb, baby.” Felix stands, leaving Hyunjin on his knees. “Come.” He beckons him with two fingers and Hyunjin follows, crawling close behind Felix until he takes a seat next to you on the couch. 

“Let’s see if he can go dumb on my cock now.” Felix unties his sweatpants and Hyunjin audibly falls apart just for a second. He moans, bucking into the air as he sits back on his knees. “You wanna suck it? Or do you want me to fuck you?”

Hyunjin bites at his bottom lip, watching carefully as Felix frees himself from his sweats. “I think our brain-dead baby still wants his mouth full. Poor thing, isn’t satisfied yet.” You speak up for Hyunjin, leaning over and patting his head as he waits to have his mouth busy again. 

 “Poor thing.” Felix teases. “Lemme see your tongue.” 

Hyunjin sticks out the muscle just as he did before, perfectly flat over his bottom lip. Felix beckons him closer with a bent finger and Hyunjin leans forward so that he’s no longer sitting on his knees. He’s on all fours again. 

Felix slaps the tip of his cock against Hyunjins tongue with a deep groan. He rubs it back and forth a bit to tease the eager boy as spit drips off the tip of his tongue. “Suck.” Hyunjin acts immediately, wrapping his lips around Felix’s ruddy tip with a satisfied moan. His eyes flutter shut as he swirls his tongue and your boyfriend throws his head back against the couch at the feeling. 

“That fucking mouth.” You lean over, stretching your arm over Felix’s chest and splaying your hand over his toned stomach. 

“Is he better than me, Lixie?” Your boyfriend looks over at you with pinched brows and a fucked out glint in his eyes. The corner of his mouth turns up into a smile as he shakes his head. 

“Close.” He runs his hand up your bare arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You don’t take your eyes off of him while he touches you. “But nothing can beat your mouth, baby.”

You lean in with a smile but it melts away once your lips meet Felix’s. He licks into your mouth with a hot desire that you feel right in your core. He moans into you and you swallow it with a greedy thirst for more. More of him, more of Hyunjin, more pleasure. More of everything. 

“Shit.” He rasps against your lips and you pull away to look down at Hyunjin. His eyes are closed as he bobs his head, deep throating Felix every now and then with drool running from the corners of his plump lips and over his chin. He’s more of a mess than before and it’s so hot. So damn hot that you just have to give your cunt some more attention. 

You open your legs wide enough for one of them to almost drape over Felix’s knee and you snake your hand down to where you're drenched for the boys in front of you. Your fingers carefully run over your swollen clit, it’s still sensitive from Hyunjin’s skillful attack but it feels too good to care. “Greedy, baby.” Felix tsks as he pulls you back in for a sloppy kiss. 

Your fingers dip into your cunt and after a bit of playing on your own Felix’s nimble fingers find your clit to show it some attention. You turn into a moaning mess just like Hyunjin. A desperate cry leaves him with each bob of his head. “Fuck, Hyune. Look at me, baby. Eyes on me lemme see em.” 

Hyunjin looks up at Felix with watery eyes clouded with lust and a drooling mouth full of his cock. It’s hot. It’s so hot that you’re shaking and cumming the second that you see him like that. 

Hyunjin whimpers and bucks his hips at the sight of you coming undone again. His straining cock brushes against the couch and it feels so good that he chokes on the throbbing cock in his throat.

 “Wanna touch yourself?” Felix asks, voice raspy with his pending orgasm lingering in the pit of his stomach. Hyunjin moans, blinking up at Felix in a desperate attempt to beg. “Jerk your cock while you suck me off.”  

That’s all Hyunjin had to hear to get his hands to rush down and pop the button of his slacks. The zipper undid itself with the pressure of his cock against it. He moans more wildly around your boyfriend's dick now that he has his own in his fist. He hisses as he polishes the angry tip, nearly choking on spit as he takes a sharp inhale. 

With Hyunjin’s attention split between himself and Felix the younger decides to help the desperate boy complete his original task. Felix’s hand fists Hyunjin’s hair and starts to help him bob his head over him. He speeds up and slows down to his heart's content until his cock is twitching in your best friend's mouth. “Gonna - fucking nut. Gonna fucking cum.”

Hyunjin is damn near crying as he works his cock and Felix’s in tandem. He’s a mess of moaning and groaning. His eyes are rolling back, spit is dripping down his chin and chest while pre-cum paints his throat and his fist. He’s fucked out. Debauched. 

“Ah, shit.” Felix bucks up into his throat, halting all movement as he spills his load into Hyunjin’s mouth. “Don’t swallow.” He grunts his demand through clenched teeth as he rides out his orgasm. He thrusts once, twice, three times into Hyunjin’s mouth before he slowly pulls out. 

“Fuck.” You and Felix hiss at the same time when a bit of cum drips down Hyunjin’s chin. He keeps his mouth closed while he strokes his own cock. He’s waiting for instruction, he’s waiting for you two to say that he can cum. “C’mere Jinnie.” 

He stops touching himself so that he can crawl in between you and Felix on the couch. He looks like a cat again, a desperate little kitty. 

You and Felix both move into him, your fingertips grazing over his skin as you unbutton his shirt further to reveal more of him. Once his chest is on display you lean in and brush your tongue over one of his hard nipples. He always tells you that that does close to nothing for him but the reaction you get from him as you wrap your lips around the bud would deem that a lie. 

“You’ve been so good.” You coo, kissing a trail up over his clavicle and licking bruising kisses into the skin of his neck.

“Such a good boy for us.” Felix fists Hyunjin's twitching cock and he moans into the air, throwing his head back with pinched brows as he twists his fist over his length. 

When Hyunjin leans up to get a look at the way that Felix is jerking him off you both lean in. Your mouths meet in a sloppy and passionate three way kiss that has Felix’s cum leaking from between Hyunjin’s lips and into your mouths. You moan at the familiar taste of Felix’s arousal and Felix moans at the mess spilling over his chin and down his neck.  

Felix pulls away and you take over the kiss, licking up all of the cum you missed and trailing sloppy kisses back down Hyunjin’s neck to collect what the two of you missed. While you're busy with that Hyunjin has his eyes on Felix who is spitting all of the cum he collected in his mouth onto Hyunjin’s cock. The warmth slides down his shaft in a sinful slow mo that makes Hyunjin’s toes curl. 

The lewd squelching of Hyunjin’s cum covered cock fucking Felix’s fist fills the room and you can feel the man next to you start to unravel with desperation. “Wanna cum, Hyune?” He’s nodding violently, moaning while staring over at you. “Here.”

You nod over at Felix and the two of you silently agree to switch. You throw your leg over Hyunjin to straddle his sticky cock while Felix pulls him in for a sloppy kiss. You position his pulsing tip at your soaked hole and he slips right in. 

“Gahh - Fuck. Fuck.” Hyunjin breaks his silence as he pulls away from Felix’s lips and throws his head back with a loud cry. He presses his hips into you, reaching you impossibly deep. “Can’t, can’t. Fuck, baby I can’t.” 

You grind against him, purposely clenching around him to pull some deeper cries from him. “Nghhahhh - Fuck. Lix, can I? Can I cum? Please, please, need it. Need to.”

He’s rambling as you start to bounce over him. He tries his damn best to look over at Felix and beg for his release. He really does try but his eyes just keep rolling back and fluttering shut. He can barely breathe right. His breath keeps getting stuck in his chest until he exhales with a shaky moan. 

“She feels so good doesn’t she? You like her riding your cock?” Hyunjin shakes his head, words don’t make sense anymore. He doesn’t think that they ever will again. He bites his lip so hard that he could draw blood. “Wanna ride mine like that when she’s done?”

“Shit.” Hyunjin hisses and Felix smiles that cocky smile that you seem to find contagious at the moment. “Please, please - gahhh - gotta cum.”

Felix looks over at you and you at him. He winks at you and you take that as your cue. You lean forward, wrapping your arms around Hyunjin’s neck and pulling his messy chest closer to you until he’s flush against you. His arms wrap around your waist as he lets you fuck him, he’s holding on for dear life. His honey skin is tinted red and he’s holding his breath until he hears you say it.

“Cum for us, Hyunjinnie.” A moan rips through him and he’s breathing again. His eyes are screwed shut and his fingers dig into you so hard that you just know that It’ll leave delicious bruises behind. He holds you still against him and starts fucking up into you desperately.

The sound of skin slapping against skin is decorated with your twin moans and Felix watches it all with his hardening cock between his fingers as he strokes it languidly. 

“Ah fuck.” He thrusts into you one last time before you feel him start to fill you up. Ropes of his hot sticky cum fall right on top of the other and collect around his cock that’s still plugging your pulsing hole. You grind against him, helping him ride out his orgasm as aftershocks of it all zap through him. 

“There we go.” You pepper kisses over his face as he pants beneath you, his head rests against the back of the couch and sweat beads and falls from his hairline. You comb back the hair sticking to his glistening skin with a smile. “How’re you feeling?”

“I-” He swallows hard, trying his best to form any words at all. “I’m good.”  

You chuckle, placing a quick kiss on his lips before starting to untangle the two of you. “You need water.” You move to get it once you’re up and Felix watches you walk away with Hyunjin’s cum sliding down the inside of your thigh. 

“You did well.” Felix pulls Hyunjin closer to rest on his shoulder. “Are you done for the day? Are you satisfied?”

The raven haired boy looks up at your blonde lover with that same fucked out gaze. It’s still hazy. Still desperate. “Not even close.” 

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Imagine the third chair is for you.

ART: Breakfast Time, Hanna Pauli (1887)

For the prints could you write something with Drarry going on a picnic in a park?

Thank you for the prompt, I had a lot of fun writing this!

Warnings: tickling

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The Apparition is smooth, and Draco lands clean on his feet. Harry, as always, falls flat on his arse. Draco tries to stifle his laugh as he helps Harry up, but Harry still directs a glare his way.

“I’m glad I brought the food,” Draco says, watching intently as Harry dusts off his jeans and tries to fix his hair. Tries being the operative word.

Harry’s glare turns into a scowl. “Yes yes, I’m hopeless at Apparating. Just remember that I put this together for you.”

“And for that I am very thankful,” Draco says, bumping his shoulder against Harry’s. “Come on, let’s find a spot.”

Harry sets off in front of Draco--likely pretending to be annoyed a little longer--and Draco hurriedly follows after him, the basket of food and drink knocking into his thigh.

Draco had always thought that picnics were for girls. That they belonged in his mother’s romance novels and not anywhere in his life. The first time Harry had packed a lunch and dragged Draco to the park, Draco had been grumpy and very skeptical. Now, they do this nearly every week.

Catching up to Harry, he threads his free hand into Harry’s and squeezes. “Thank you, Harry.”

Harry looks at him, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He nods, squeezing Draco’s hand back. “What about under that tree?”

Draco follows the direction Harry juts his chin in, and agrees. A massive tree stretches out over a field of wildflowers, covering the grass with splashes of pink, purple, and yellow. “Perfect.”

Harry tugs on Draco’s hand and drags him to the tree. Harry unfolds the blanket, and Draco places the basket down on top of it. The sun filters through the leaves above, casting beautiful shadows onto the blanket. Draco watches as Harry gets into a comfortable position, and then he lies down on top of him.

Harry laughs and shakes his head, the movement ruffling Draco’s hair. He tuts at Harry, but doesn’t complain when Harry threads his fingers into his hair.

“Look at that cloud Draco,” Harry murmurs into his ear. “It looks like a cat.”

Draco scoffs, opening his eyes and squinting past the sun. He tries to follow Harry’s gaze, but all he sees is clouds. “Nope. Not seeing it.”

Harry chuckles, his chest rising and falling underneath Draco. “I guess I just have superior vision then.”

Holding back a laugh, Draco turns around slightly to look at Harry. “And what about if I were to take those hideous glasses off your stupid, unattractive face?”

Harry makes a noise of protest and catches Draco’s arms, holding them firmly in place on the off chance Draco actually tried. “I don’t think so. Besides, you love my stupid, unattractive face.”

Draco huffs but doesn’t deny it. “You’re just a sore loser.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

He shrugs. “Look! That one looks like you!”

Harry releases Draco’s arms in favour of running his fingertips up his sides, making goose bumps rise on Draco’s skin. “I’m sure it doesn’t.”

“No look! It has massive eyes, messy hair, and glasses! Plus, it looks like it’s angry.”

Harry’s fingers dig into Draco’s ribs, ripping an undignified shriek out of him. He tries to wrestle away, but Harry flips them over so Draco’s chest is pressed into the blanket and he has nowhere to go. Harry tickles him incessantly, unrelenting in his torture. Draco whips his head back and forth, wriggling around to try and dislodge Harry. Bloody bastard is too strong.

“Say it, Draco,” Harry murmurs, breath warm on the back of Draco’s neck.

Draco feels himself blushing, knowing exactly what Harry is asking. “Say what?”

Harry doesn’t give a verbal response, just picks his tickling back up.

Draco struggles to calm down, laughter wrecking his breathing, and Harry eventually stops. “Say it.”

Draco shakes his head, hiding his smirk in the blanket. They don’t always end up wrestling like idiots, but it's a common enough occurrence, and Harry only ever wants one thing to occur before stopping.

The first time it had happened, Draco had been insulting Harry’s reading habits. Apparently, he doesn’t only read Quidditch Weekly, but Draco still finds that hard to believe. He had been reduced to begging, his breath erratic and tears trailing down his face with laughter. Harry had forced him further though, and Draco had eventually caved. I’m sorry.

“Absolutely not Potter. Now get off me, you buffoon,” Draco snaps, knowing that his smile would be a dead give away if Harry could see it.

“Come on. Two words Malfoy, surely you can manage.” Harry presses Draco into the ground harder, before nuzzling into the nape of his neck. Sap.

Draco huffs out a breath. There’s nothing for it. Swallowing his (admittedly, small amount of) pride, Draco finally mumbles out: “I’m sorry.”

Harry laughs against his neck, but releases his grip slightly. Draco shivers when his fingertips trail gently up his sides again. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear it.”

Draco shakes his head before bucking Harry off him. He listens to him hit the ground, laughter immediately overtaking Harry too. “Consider yourself lucky I said it at all,” Draco says, rolling onto his back and combing his fingers through his hair. He reaches for the basket of food, pulling out an apple and biting into it. The crunch is loud in his ears, and sweet juice floods his mouth. Perfect.

He hears Harry release a content sigh, and turns to watch him reposition himself. With his arms tucked under his head and his eyes closed to the sun, he looks peaceful. Happy. Draco rolls onto his side, shamelessly watching Harry just exist.

“Thank you for taking me out, Harry,” Draco whispers, the words somehow still loud in the quiet of the park.

“Always, Draco.”

It’s a promise, and Harry always keeps his promises.

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