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About me: Cass | 20 | INFJ | she/her | South-Asian | Zayne, Sylus and Rafayel girlie but loves all 5 of them |
Fandoms/Media I enjoy: Love and deepspace, Moana, Kpop Demon Hunters, Tangled, Hyttd, Brave, Over the moon, Abominable (Dreamworks), Big Hero 6, Frozen, Barbie.
Some facts:
I had already mentioned earlier that I had a Tumblr account for 3 years but I had to delete to start afresh.
I'm mostly a poly!LaDS enjoyer (with some mc x non-mc on the side).
I joined this game mostly for Sylus but Rafayel made me almost switch to him. Now, I'm a snowcrowfish girlie but I still love all of them (yes, the other 2 also).
My taste in music varies but I'm mostly into OneRepublic, Hollow Coves, The Oh Hellos, Aurora, etc. I'm into reading classics and I'm currently reading Anne of Green Gables.
This is my personal blog and I intend to write for LaDS (poly or not). I might also write for other content besides LaDS. I don't do requests so please refrain from asking me those.
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Note: I write mostly in big letters since I know there might be some people with bad eyesight (like astigmatism) who cannot read texts properly and I manage with my writing style. Please don’t ask why I have decided to explain my writing style. Also, English is not my first language so please accept my apology for any grammatical mistakes.
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This is a semi 18+ blog (might contain slight adult content), so MDNI even if it doesn’t contain adult content all the time.
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Princess [Reader], forced to get married to an elderly man, runs away from her toxic family and gets lost in the woods near a countryside. That's when Rafayel, your kingdom's famous painter, rescues you. He was just going in for a horseback ride and that's when he spotted you, wandering in the woods.
So, he carries you, takes you to a cottage big but not bigger than your palace, it's a mansion. And so you meet his poly (Zayne, Caleb, Xavier, Sylus, and MC), and you're like...flustered that the famous Rafayel, whose paintings have been worldwide known as splendid, is in a relationship with not one, but 5 people, and all of them look so handsomely appealing.
Zayne's a famous physician.
Sylus and Xavier are well-known spies.
Caleb is your father's most trustworthy and loyal warrior (but you were never allowed to see guys, you were locked up in the palace, like rapunzel).
And MC? Well, she owns a bakery in your kingdom.
Anyways, weeks go by and you warm up with them, having your first time sex with Rafayel in his bedroom.
A day later, they go to work, you're alone but bored so you decide to take a bath on a lake in the forest where Raf rescued you.
Oh no...the guards...they've captured you...
You're back in the palace. The king does a virginity test on you...
But a spurge in your body erupts and you transform into an owl. You fly all they way back to the mansion and MC is there, early. You land on her feet, return to being a human, tell her everything and she embraces you. Few moments later, she eats you out on her bedroom.
Months go by, and you're safe. You now find yourself in a field of flowers (pink daisies) with zayne, and also moments later, he's stuffing you with his cum.
Then days later, Sylus + you = chest pressed on the counter and naked while he is taking you from behind.
Princess [Reader], forced to get married to an elderly man, runs away from her toxic family and gets lost in the woods near a countryside. That's when Rafayel, your kingdom's famous painter, rescues you. He was just going in for a horseback ride and that's when he spotted you, wandering in the woods.
So, he carries you, takes you to a cottage big but not bigger than your palace, it's a mansion. And so you meet his poly (Zayne, Caleb, Xavier, Sylus, and MC), and you're like...flustered that the famous Rafayel, whose paintings have been worldwide known as splendid, is in a relationship with not one, but 5 people, and all of them look so handsomely appealing.
Zayne's a famous physician.
Sylus and Xavier are well-known spies.
Caleb is your father's most trustworthy and loyal warrior (but you were never allowed to see guys, you were locked up in the palace, like rapunzel).
And MC? Well, she owns a bakery in your kingdom.
Anyways, weeks go by and you warm up with them, having your first time sex with Rafayel in his bedroom.
A day later, they go to work, you're alone but bored so you decide to take a bath on a lake in the forest where Raf rescued you.
Oh no...the guards...they've captured you...
You're back in the palace. The king does a virginity test on you...
But a spurge in your body erupts and you transform into an owl. You fly all they way back to the mansion and MC is there, early. You land on her feet, return to being a human, tell her everything and she embraces you. Few moments later, she eats you out on her bedroom.
Months go by, and you're safe. You now find yourself in a field of flowers (pink daisies) with zayne, and also moments later, he's stuffing you with his cum.
Then days later, Sylus + you = chest pressed on the counter and naked while he is taking you from behind.
zayne AU where he's this really persistent duck and you're eating a slice of cake by a pond. he keeps coming up to you and quacking because he wants your cake. you keep going "oh what a cute duck!" and taking pictures of him instead. eventually he knocks the plate off the table and runs off with a massive chunk of cake in his beak while you cuss him out
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Synopsis: You're you, and she is Georgina. Yes, you guys were besties, but not until Georgina decided to throw you into the mud, by bullying you throughout your entire childhood. For years of enduring the pain of taking the blame when it clearly wasn't your fault, all thanks to her, you thought the pain would end after you had left for another state. But it only resulted to social anxiety and overthinking.
After years, when Georgina, who took a drop year, comes into your college, your college days turn to hell because of her. You die in a car accident after she pushes you, but thank your late grandfather that you've now reincarnated into a 6-year-old you. You make the choices, the decisions so that your life gets altered. But when you timeskip to 2025-26, adult you decides to rethink life choices when Georgina gets admission in your college. Who knew, your life would be easier when you've got Yi, and her 5 male friends, to save you from her.
Content warning: modern no-evol au, angst to happy ending, hurt/comfort, mentions of suicide and depression, mentions of blood, social anxiety, toxic friends, plotting for revenge, abusive behavior from teachers, slapping and hitting children (slight mentioned), bullying, Georgina is a stalker, she's stalking you and MC, mlm relationships (spoiler alert: childhood-to-secret-lovers starfish), controlling parents (not reader's), homophobia (mostly from Georgina and several others), mentions of drugs (by Georgina), not proofread, adding more warnings.
Author's note: making some several points here: Italicised quoted text: Y'all are speaking in a regional language. Italicised and bold quoted text: speaking in a regional language but in a flashback.
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Sleeping in my bed
Georgina is listening to her parents’ taunts as she fumes over that you stole her badge and dignity. She replays everything in her mind, jealousy ringing in her veins.
“Rhea, don’t you have any shame in what you just did? You let [Reader] take your position and now everyone is upset at your personality and behaviour! She is so much better, so confident and mature, thousand times better than you are! I mean, for a girl with such an imaginative thinking and a naive trait, how could she become a class monitor and replace you? You brought shame to our family!” Mrs. Mahanta shouts at her daughter once they’re inside the house.
Georgina is a crying mess.
“She was once an idiotic child, and a very clingy insect too! I wonder what you had done to make her talk back to you!”
“Mom, I didn’t do anything,” Georgina cries out, “I’m telling you, she’s lying—”
“She’s lying, she’s lying, she’s lying,” Mrs. Mahanta slaps her, and repeats in anger and sarcasm, “If she’s lying, do you have proof?”
Georgina stays silent.
“That’s what I thought,” Mrs. Mahanta sighs as her daughter fails to give an answer, “We’ve raised you better than this. Now look at you. You not only allowed [Reader] to steal your position, but you also let her hate you. You’re pathetic,” she storms off, leaving Georgina crying like a mess.
There’s no way you hate her, right? I mean, even if she has started to bully you, there’s no way you’ve started to hate her, right? You’re a naïve, and an innocent idiot who’d still be her friends and subjugate yourself to her torture, right?
That’s what she is thinking.
Meanwhile, your family has been praising you for becoming the class monitor. You are no longer in your ex-friend’s shoes. They celebrate your victory with a very hearty dinner that night.
On 13th of November, 2014, Georgina Mahanta did something very unforgivable to you. She hugged every friend in your friend group, but not you. During the afternoon break, she chose not to hug you. Why? Because you were very pathetic and annoying, that’s what she said.
You called her out and cried, but seniors only noticed her discomfort and they all surrounded you. She was the one getting comfort, and praises. But you? You were insulted, mocked, and harassed on the school playground. They all mobbed you, tried to drag you to your classroom, but you resisted and held onto someone’s arm. As a result, you ended up scratching that arm, which you found out was your friend’s. Tapasya and some other girls grabbed you, preventing you from taking a part in the afternoon assembly.
As the next period started, a senior from grade 3rd came to your classroom and called out your name. As the class teacher of 2B was absent and had to take leave for some days, your previous class teacher’s daughter had to take in-charge of your class. She was left confused when that senior called out your name.
Few seconds later, you both were out of the classroom and she grabbed your arm, almost tugging you. In a harsh voice, she said, “Wait, watch what happens when the Vice-principal and the principal, both, give you a TC for your bad behaviour.”
Bad behaviour? Bad. Behaviour? What behaviour? The only person who deserved this treatment was Georgina.
You sat on a chair, as you watch the girl complain about you in the worst ways possible and leave. The Vice-principal, who was just a nun, stormed towards your and yelled at you. “I’ll seriously be going to give you a TC,” she stormed off.
You waited for her to come back, but she never came. A minute later, a visitor came and sat on another chair beside you. He looked at you and questioned, “Hi, what’s wrong?”
You were crying and sobbing so much that you struggled to form proper words and explain the situation to him, and that’s when the janitor, mind you that she also witnessed this, explained the situation and that you were the one who caused all this trouble.
“I hope you don’t do anything good in life,” she curses you, “you always cause trouble to others. I hope you leave this school.”
Then the visitor turned to you, and as expected, scolded you for being the bad child.
The Vice-principal came and excused you with some harsh words. She was still angry and infuriated in something you didn’t do.
When you went back to your classroom, you met the substitute class teacher with a slap on your face given by her. “You disgraceful child. How could you do that to your friends? Look at Georgina, she got hurt because of you. Also, you scratched Gauri’s arms!”
“Ma’am, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to, I swear—”
“Go back to your place,” she shouted, “I sometimes feel like not looking at you. You infuriate me a lot.”
You glanced at Georgina and you swore you saw her smirk and smile at your pain. How thoughtful.
Dawg, your ‘best friend’ hugged everyone but you and you called her out, only to get threats of expulsion and forcefully giving TC, mobbed by seniors and classmates, slapped by teachers, and complaints from other students.
But Mrs. Thomas was thoughtful about this situation, and found out that Georgina planned this. It became so harmful for you that she decided to give you a handful of candy in front of Georgina and Hilda, in the car, but she didn’t give candy to both of them.
Coming to the present times, you have woken up in 2014, the same date. But how? Weren’t you in 2013? What happened?
Was it possible that you had faced a time-skip?
Things seem pretty fast-forwarding, but you can move on to that theory later on.
You find out that Aditi isn’t coming to school as she is sick. So, you have to stick to her friends.
Anya, Jia, Britney, and Anita are the only people who are a part of Aditi’s friend group. They are quite friendly, and as you figure out that Aditi has gotten very considerate and reliable than she was in your last life, you can’t help but feel relaxed.
As the bell goes on to announce the break, you glance at the clock. This is the time in which Georgina and her friends bully you. But since you’re now a part of Aditi’s group, will the same torture happen?
The same scenario happens, you watch as Georgina hugs each and every one to get you jealous, but you’re too zoned out and very unbothered to care. The voices of the kids and your friends are now nothing but mere background noises.
Hmm. How funny.
You follow your friends as they go to the field where the flowers are blooming. Even in this hot, summer like afternoon, the flowers were blooming. You have observed how the bees around are collecting nectar from the flowers, the pollen grains attached to their bodies like static charges. You remember learning about static friction when you were in the 7th grade, in your previous life.
Anya drags you from behind and rushes you to the corridor of your school, but not until when Georgina and her friends bump you on purpose. You all fall down, letting go of Anya’s hand.
You stand up and brush off the dust on your skirt when you hear the hooligan shout at you, “[Reader], are you blind or what?! Can’t you see where you’re going?!”
You still treat her existence like it is minimal.
“[Reader], I’m talking to you, you dumb bitch!”
No response from you.
You run to Anya, when she asks, “are you alright?” but in the middle of it, Georgina pushes you from behind, hitting your head on the stairs of the corridor.
You feel stings on your head, and the inside of your lower lip, you feel your arm being broken, and the centre of your left leg pains. Blood pools out of your lower lip, and your head. That’s when you realise she tried to hurt you, so you wail.
Anya and your friends are terrified at your situation. They blame Georgina instead.
“Oi, Trina,” Anya retorts back, “what made you think to push [Reader] like that?! She got hurt because of you!”
“She fell!” Georgina defends herself, “it was her fault! She should’ve watched herself!”
“We saw in our own eyes!” shouts Jia, “you pushed her from behind!”
The commotion is so loud on the playground, that the seniors gather all around you and wonder what’s happening. Turns out, they find out that your ex-bestie harmed you.
You are rushed to the medical room near the classroom of 1A. The janitor applies ointment on your head, lip and leg. She also helps you steady your broken arm. A realisation sticks to your brain that the janitor, and the seniors, who were once against you in your previous life, are now siding with you. You see Georgina trying her best to defend herself, and at the same time being scared but not crying.
She doesn’t cry, she’s not like you. That’s because she is a heartless person.
You witness this from the entrance of the medical room, Georgina taking your place coincidentally. She is being dragged away by the seniors and her so-called friends.
Wow!
The assembly goes way unexpected, with Georgina ‘held captive’, and you in the medical room.
You lie on the beach chair, staring at the ceiling, not wanting to speak to anyone. You just witness Georgina Mahanta in your place now. When she is supposed to be the one to escape easily, you just witness her in this messy situation.
The janitor now offers you a hand to sit you on the bench outside the medical room. When she leaves, you see a scared Trina waiting for the Vice-principal to come to the office so that she can fabricate lies and put the blame on you. Meanwhile, you’re the one who’s hurt, all thanks to her attempts of harming you.
Is this a foreshadowing?
I guess…yeah.
You watch as the Vice-principal enters her office and scolds Georgina, threatening her to give TC, but Georgina stays quiet, as the ‘matured’ person she is. She tries to tell the Vice-principal that it was an accident, but she is not ready. Soon the Vice-principal leaves, enters into another room not passing by the medical room, and Georgina glances at your face. Tears are now dried, your eyes red and puffy, your nose as red as Rudolph’s. She does not give you a look of sympathy, nor she realises the damage she has done, because deep down she is very delighted that you won’t be able to volunteer for the Children’s Day celebration tomorrow.
You are one of the kids who was supposed to send a gift to the Chief guest, and supposed to wear a pretty dress your mom got you for your 7th birthday, but everything is now in the garbage when this minx has ruined everything.
But you’re stubborn. You are not going to let this slide, even with a partial broken arm.
Your mom is called to take you home but after an hour when she comes, you witness the horror on her face.
“Moina? Wh–what happened? How did you get hurt like that?” your mother struggles with her words after seeing you in such a bad condition.
Now, how are you going to tell her that you ‘friend’ tried to harm you?
Oh wait, you can just straightforwardly tell her. No big issue. You don’t have to side for your atrocious friend.
You explain to her the exact incident, but you stutter with your words, while Georgina looks at you and scoffs at your inability to speak. Not until, the janitor stands up for you and tells her the real incident.
“This girl,” she points at Georgina, “pushed your daughter, and she broke her arm. Now, she’s telling everyone that she didn’t push her.”
“I’m telling the truth!” Georgina shouts from the office, glaring at the janitor.
“You dare talk back, young lady? No wonder why you will never be good enough to become a monitor! It’s your behaviour towards your friends that never makes you a good human being,” the janitor retorts back, giving a terrifying angry look at your ex-best friend, being protective towards you.
You don’t blame her nor her terrifying angry look, but she’s indeed a kind person. Because once upon your previous life, this dark-skinned tribal janitor with a grouchy face , who disappointed a lot of students and teachers, cursed you throughout your lifetime that you’d suffer a very atrocious life once you leave this school. But now, her curse towards you is being directed to Georgina. You feel bad for Georgina thought, because you wish that the curse would still get directed towards you.
Georgina deserves what she truly gets for putting the blame on you.
Your mom doesn’t care about Georgina anymore. She still takes you home with an auto rickshaw whose driver is a family friend of yours. You’ve been knowing him since childhood.
Once you reach home, with a plastered arm and a bandaged face, your mom looks at you and sighs.
“What am I going to do with this Georgina?” She hugs you and soothes your hair, “it’s okay, moina, you did your best. But you cannot go tomorrow for the Children’s Day volunteering.”
You stiffen.
“I know that Georgina broke your arm and I totally blame her for that, but you cannot go tomorrow.”
Rot in hell, Rhea.
“I want to go,” you said softly, “I’ll go, even if I’m hurt.”
“No, moina. The doctor told you to rest,” she kisses your temple and wipes away your tears, “you can’t hurt yourself anymore.”
You sob as the thought of Georgina ruining everything flashes your mind again. It’s all her fault, that little minx destroyed everything in your way.
Meanwhile, at school, Georgina enters her classroom with the substitute teacher glaring at her. The teacher seems really furious.
And then...
SLAP!
The children’s eyes are at them, mostly at Georgina. “You disgraceful child. How could you do that to your friend? You should be ashamed of yourself!”
“Ma’am, I didn’t do that, I swear—!”
“Ma’am, she’s lying,” Anya says, “I was there when she pushed [Reader] to the stairs of the corridor!”
“Not only that ma’am,” Jia continues, “She’s been bullying [Reader] for years!”
Then, the classroom is erupted with complaints, involving Georgina.
“Okay, enough,” the teacher hits the ruler on the table to shush the students. She points to Georgina and says, “Go back to your place. I’m so disappointed in you. No wonder why you couldn’t become the class monitor properly.”
At home also, she is verbally abused.
“You disgrace!” Mrs. Mahanta shouts at her daughter, “[Reader] doesn’t even talk to you anymore, and yet you still cause trouble to her? What kind of a child are you? No wonder why her mother doesn’t want to talk to us!”
Georgina stands there, on the corner of her bedroom, shaken by her mother’s yelling.
“You are so obsessed with her! Why can’t you leave her alone?”
“She was the one who pushed us first!”
“But Hilda is saying that you planned it? What is the meaning of this, Rhea?” Mrs. Mahanta, red with anger, turns her back onto her child, and locks the door from outside, leaving Georgina to starve the entire evening.
The next day, driven by the anger beneath her bones, Mrs. Mahanta gives her own daughter a silent treatment.
Today is Children’s Day, and most of the students in your class are upset that you won’t be able to come. But who cares, you’re going to bomb the entire class, with the damage your ex did to you the day before.
All eyes are on you since the moment you enter the classroom. They’re still worried about your arm and your forehead. But you do not mind; they’ll heal.
You just have to keep on smiling.
Even during the memento gifting ceremony which happens before any performances happen, the chief guests glance at you and your arm. They ponder about what happened and worry about you—not until the Vice Principal tells them everything.
After a very long day, you come back to your home, change your clothes, shower, and sit on the bed you’ve been sleeping in since.
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╰┈➤ ❝ greyson x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 day 5
tags : pwp (without plot), hunter!reader but NOT mc!, facesitting, oral (f rec.), couch shenanigans, dry humping, kissing, slight hair pulling, praise, use of pet names "baby" "love" "darling". lmk if i missed any tags!
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an : this was SO FUN to write, i absolutely love writing this goofball and i hope you enjoy reading this as well <3 might be a little more based on my interpretation of his character (given we know so little...), but inherently this is a gift fic for @dawnbreakersgaze my beloved wife whom i love dearly and the president and founder of greyson nation !!!!!! kay i hope that whenever you’re able to read this you can find some comfort in it hehe <3
You’ve been tense lately, and Greyson knows just how to help you relax.
“Oh— haah—”
His head fell back against the couch, eyes a little hazy as you rolled your hips more insistently against his erection. “H—wai— B- baby, love… s’everything okay?”
The groans that he couldn’t seem to hold back only sent jolts straight through your body, and you almost couldn’t find it in yourself to answer him. Instead, with a quiet whine, you leaned back down against him, burying your face into his neck.
Your hips didn’t stop, rutting into him despite the frustrating barrier of clothing between you two—and his response to that was practically immediate. A shaky sigh, he rested his chin over your head, hands moving over to rub gentle circles into your back. With every grind against his bulge, you could feel him slowly apply more pressure—steady, as if guiding you, encouraging you to get your fill.
But at the sound of your whimper, he tapped on your head.
“Love… Love, nnh— look at me…”
His voice, so close to you, so deep, your favorite sound in the world—
You let out a slow breath as you raised your head, and he took the immediate opportunity to meet your lips for a kiss.
Soft. Sweet. Tender.
Greyson tended to be like that with you.
Even now, he would let you hump needily over his slacks, arousal seeping through your panties and already leaving a mess—even if you never really said why.
There was a gentle smile on his face, even as his lips parted in pants. His ears were red, the only other indication of how affected he was. But he would look into your eyes, almost as if getting lost in them, moving your hips to slide over him a little easier.
“Darling…” he mumbled against your lips. “What is this about? Did you miss me?”
Did you miss me.
He wasn’t wrong.
As fate would have it, the two of you lead busy lives. Your profession as a hunter was unpredictable at best, and missions were often assigned sporadically. A protector of the city scarcely got regular holidays.
Yet, the same could be said about him.
At certain times, your schedules never lined up—Greyson was busy with hospital work, and you knew without fail that his own profession demanded much of him.
But it wasn’t that, not really. You had come to terms with your busy schedules early on; it wasn’t something that bothered you too much.
It was only that…
You sighed into another kiss, almost never wanting to part, savoring the feeling of his lips moving against yours.
“S’been a day…”
You mumbled, voice slightly muffled.
And when he pulled back from you next, there was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.
His hands moved from your hips, tracing up your spine before moving up to tuck your hair behind your ear.
Light touches, precise in the way he knew you liked just perfectly.
“Stressed?” he murmured.
With a pout, you could only manage to nod.
“And, you… don’t want to talk about it?”
This time, you shook your head.
Your eyes locked, blue eyes searching your own, and then your hand reached out to run through those favorite brown locks of his. “It’s not really that I have anything to talk about…” you sighed. “I just… wanna de-stress a little, that's all. Is that okay? Are you tired? I’m sorry… I know it’s been a long day for you too, and you mentioned you have a surgery tomorrow morning, and you probably want to get some sleep instead of—”
“Baby, baby.” There was a slight laugh to his voice. “That’s not it at all, you know I can never get enough of you. I’m happy you’re being needy today.”
Immediately he cupped your cheeks, forcing you to stop, forcing you to look at him—
His hips bucked up into yours, and he raised an eyebrow. The gasp that fell from your lips was enough for you to realize what he meant.
“You feel that, right? I mean… Darling, you’ve been at it for a while now, you feel so good. I want this just as much as you do.”
His gaze softened, and he leaned in for a peck on the tip of your nose.
“But… let’s not do that today.”
Immediately, your face fell.
For all the sweet words he’d just said, the end result was the same—maybe he was too tired. Maybe something like this was best reserved for another day, another time when both of you were actually free, another time when both of you had no other obligations waiting for you in the morning—
He let out a soft laugh.
“I just mean, I want to give you a treat.”
Effectively, his words made you pause.
His hand moved lower, lifting your nightgown up a little bit and caressing over the small of your back
“Grey—!”
“Listen. You like it when I go down on you, right? So…”
His smile seemed to widen as a look of both shock and embarrassment spread across your features, but before you could react further, he nuzzled against your nose and stole another quick kiss. “How about you sit on my face tonight?”
You sucked in a breath.
“But Grey, we’ve never… I’ve never…”
“I know. But I’ve eaten you out plenty of times… And this way, you get to control how you like it best. Don’t you want that?”
Tempting.
Greyson had a way with words when it counted the most, and you had to admit that the image he was painting had you leaking almost embarrassingly fast.
“You like that, right, love?” He was smiling again, like he just knew you were caving.
And how could you say no to that face?
With a relenting smile and a shake of your head, a small laugh fell from your lips. “Okay, you big teddy bear. Fine, I’ll do it. But… tell me if I’m doing too much, okay? I don’t…”
“You don’t want to hurt me.”
He finished your sentence for you, and leaned up to give you another kiss. “I know, baby. I’ll tell you, I promise.”
It was enough.
He made quick work of your panties as they slid down your thighs, neatly placed on the edge of the couch as you hovered over him.
He was right; you were too needy. Just the mere feeling of his hot breath so close to your cunt made you shiver, that it was almost too difficult for you to lower yourself onto him. He would rub his thumb over your thigh; patient, yet still wanting.
The first touch of his lips against you had you gasping.
They parted, moving mouth closer to lick a stripe up your slit. The slight action had you gripping the couch to steady yourself, thighs tensing. You felt a tap on your up, as if telling you to relax, yet he didn’t so much as relent.
It started with small, teasing licks. Tongue barely poking out, almost as if to have a little taste of you before he started… and then you felt it. The tip of his nose brushed against your clit as his head shifted slightly, and his tongue began to lick fervently at your arousal.
“G-Grey—s-s— Grey—!”
You cried out, hands falling down from the couch to root into his hair.
He smiled against you, pushing you further down onto him to bury his tongue into your pussy. That wet, slick feeling wasn’t new to you, but the position made it more intense. You tugged at his hair, gripping it tightly, and your face twisted in pure, unbridled pleasure.
“H- Holy shit!” you gasped.
Your hips rolled, putting more pressure onto his mouth, needy little humps against his face.
His nose would bump into your clit with every movement, tongue moving precisely with every thrust. His hands stayed at your hips, rubbing little circles into your skin, wordless encouragement that let you know he was enjoying it just as much as you were.
You were gone.
The grip on his hair tightened, and you nearly cried when he tilted to mouth at your clit. Trapping your sensitive nub between his lips, he sucked, teeth grazing ever so slightly, flicking it from side to side with the tip of his tongue.
And he groaned.
Ever lost in the way that you tasted, an air of desperation seemed to cloud the two of you, the haze of lust nearly making your vision go blurry.
Eyes rolling back into your head, hips moving faster, harder, more purposefully—
“M’gonna cum! Gonna—!”
One final cry, before you lurched forward to grab onto the couch, desperate to steady yourself as your toes curled and a loud, drawn-out moan escaped your lips. He lapped up every little leak, dipping his tongue into your folds to coax out more as you slowly felt yourself relax.
Panting, eyelids heavy, you slid yourself off of him to catch your breath.
“Oh my god,” you breathed out. You placed a hand to your chest and glanced beside you, eyes widening at the mere sight of him—eyes half-lidded, glistening with your slick, hair all a mess and in disarray.
He looked ruined, and you almost could have felt guilty.
Almost.
Almost.
He wiped your juices off of his mouth with the back of his hand, before leaning in for a quick peck on the lips, nearly laughing at the squeal you let out. “That was nice, right?” he mused. “You were so good for me, love…"
His gaze raked over your body all the way down to your pussy, and he smiled this cute, satisfied little smile.
“We should do that more often.”
You thought that he would truly be the death of you one day, and you glanced away from him.
Tags: sfw; fluffy; lots of kisses; established relationship.
Notes: it’s my 7th wedding anniversary and I wanted to write something. It’s short and sweet, like Greyson! (I actually have no idea how tall he is ashuehauehuoa) The title is from a song me and husbun consider ours: Happy Together (I like the Simple Plan version).
You wake up with something touching your forehead and your face, a familiar sensation that warms your heart even after all these years. With a groggy, sleepy smile, you try to open your eyes to see the person in front of you smiling back tenderly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Greyson whispers. The hand that was caressing your face slides to your hair, gently combing the strands on the pillow. “It’s late, you can go back to sleep.” He places another kiss on your forehead.
You take advantage of him bending down and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him to lie down beside you. And he lets you, as he always has and always will. There’s nothing in this world he wouldn’t do to see you smiling and happy.
“How was it at the hospital today?” You ask in a low voice so as not to break that bubble between you. “Chaotic?”
You slide back on the mattress to make room and pull him closer to you, and Greyson kicks off his shoes to lie down more comfortably with you. His arms wrap around your waist and he nuzzles his face between your collarbone and neck, sighing.
“The usual... So, yes.” He chuckles. “And how was your day?”
“It was pretty calm. Nothing special,” you reply with a yawn. “Usually when I take a day off, the day before is terribly busy, but this time it was fine.”
Your response makes you both realize the same thing at the same time, and you both prop yourselves up on your elbows. Greyson turns to reach for your phone on the bedside table to check the time.
00:06h.
“Ah! Happy 7 years!” You say, grabbing him and pulling him close again. Placing a chaste kiss on your husband’s lips, you lie back down on your back.
With a smile, he tosses the device onto the mattress behind you. Rolling over to lie on top of you, he rests his elbows beside your head and leans down for a deeper, more passionate kiss that makes you lose any remaining sleep you might have had.
He presses his forehead against yours, his gray eyes gazing at you with all the love in the world.
“Happy 7th wedding anniversary. I would marry you again every day if I could.”
It’s amazing how he still makes you sigh with passion. Letting out a soft sigh, you pull him in for another kiss. With both of you having the next day off, the celebrations were just beginning.
heavily inspired from caleb’s duskshard dreams, woven through the soft gold threads of my own desi roots—
ever since childhood, caleb had carried this quiet, unwavering belief that you were meant to be adorned, not in fleeting things, but in pieces that would outlive time itself. it began small, almost innocent—the first pair of gold earrings he bought with money earned from blistered hands and sleepless nights, the way he had fumbled while fastening them, afraid he might hurt you, as if you were something too sacred for this world. and then it grew, slowly, deliberately—bangles that chimed like laughter, a tikli that rested against your forehead like a blessing, necklaces that lay heavy against your collarbones, each one chosen not for beauty alone but for the promise that you would never be without something of him.
only the anklets were left.
they took the longest, not because he forgot—but because life, cruel and unrelenting, pulled him away before he could complete what he had started. war had called his name long before he was ready to answer, and it kept him longer than anyone had the right to. when he finally returned, he did not come back as the same boy who once teased you under the sun—he came back quieter, heavier, carrying shadows in his eyes that you did not yet understand.
but even then, he remembered.
“My baby sister deserves only the best things in this world,” he had murmured, voice rough like worn fabric, as his calloused fingers—hands that had known violence—turned impossibly gentle while fastening the silver anklets around your ankles. the tiny bells trembled as if alive, their soft ringing filling the silence neither of you dared to break.
and you had only looked at him, tears blurring your vision, because you already knew.
he was leaving again.
your fingers clutched at the fabric of his military jacket, desperate, childish, refusing to let go as your sobs tore through your chest, but he could not stay, and that was the cruelest truth of all. his hand came to your head, steady, grounding, even as everything else fell apart.
“I’m going to war so you can see a beautiful future…”
you cried harder at that, because what was a future worth if it did not have him in it?
the war came anyway.
it took him from you without asking, without mercy, leaving you behind in a room that still smelled like him, your body draped in every piece he had ever given you in his twenty five years of life—as if wearing them could fill the hollow he left behind. days blurred into weeks, weeks dissolved into months, and time lost its meaning when there was no one left to measure it with.
one day—you did not know when—you woke up still dressed in his devotion.
the house felt too large, too quiet, the silence pressing in until it became unbearable. you stepped into the hallway, the darkness stretching endlessly before you, and as you walked, the anklets sang softly with each step, their bells echoing through the emptiness like a memory refusing to fade.
and then—his voice. faint, warm, achingly familiar.
“When you’re wearing these, I’ll always know where you are… if you cause mischief, I’ll come and catch you.”
his laughter followed, light and fleeting, dissolving into the shadows before you could hold onto it.
you ran. picking up your ghagra you ran as fast as you can.
you ran as if you could chase the sound, as if you could outrun the distance between the past and the present, the bells on your ankles ringing louder, faster, desperate—just like your heartbeat.
“big… brother…”
your voice broke apart as you reached forward, fingers grasping at something that was no longer there, your footing slipping as the darkness rose to meet you, swallowing you whole.
but before you could fall completely—warmth. two arms wrapped around you, firm and unyielding, pulling you close, holding you as you sank deeper into something you could not name. for a moment, just a moment, it felt like him—like home. like something that had not already been lost.
the war never ended.
and somewhere along the way, the colonel forgot the road that led him back to you.
Summary: Every queen deserves to have a loyal knight. Was what many taught Elsa from a very young age. She didn't mind having one, but the problem was that she might be finding her knight a little too enticing.
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Reader being kinda stoic , mutual pining, kissing, tried not to write them ooc, author's first language is not English
A/N: Elsa is one of my hear me outs, so I HAD to write for her. Also, yes, this is the classic Knight x royalty tropes, which I feel like would fit her a lot. And yeah enjoy!
Elsa met the young Knight in training at a very young age. She noticed how from a very young age, you appeared to be reserved. And she liked that. Alot. She felt a little relieved to find someone who was also reserved and poised just like her. Except that you were poised but more athletic due to your training.
Your Father, who was amongst the high rankings of the knights and the King, noticed how the two of you got along pretty well. This is when they decided to make you Elsa's personal knight for the future. You agreed without hesitation. After all, only a fool would deny such a gracious opportunity.
You worked hard for her, as she deserves the best of the best. Which would also mean that you had to spend less time than usual with her, unfortunately. To Elsa, that hurt a little. Especially after the incident with her sister, she felt very lonely, and her parents barely allowed her to socialise. She was surprised, though, how they let her speak to you at the beginning. She wondered when she could spill her biggest secret to you. She thought as she fidgeted with her gloved fingers.
You, on the other hand, worked day and night. You were also put into difficult tasks as you grew older, sending you to expeditions and whatnot. Your future role seems to ample up the tasks given at hand. As time passed by long night, conversations turned into acknowledged nods, but as soon as you turned eighteen, you were tasked to be sent to the biggest expedition yet.
It was during this time away that you had to bear the devastated news of the death of your dear Father alongside the King and Queen. All of a sudden, your tongue is feeling heavy, and words barely reach out. You grieved silently, shedding a few tears and have never felt so alone as you were far away from home. You wished you were by your mother's side and thought about how lonely she felt too. And Elsa... she must be devastated. Although you quickly realised that you have to be home soon as Elsa would be the new queen. Which would only mean that you will be granted the post that was promised to you years ago.
You wondered what changed. Was your future queen still the same? How about Anna? It's been a while since you've spoken to her. And also, you wondered, has she finally gotten rid of those gloves? Your questions were answered very quickly when you reached Arrendelle. Elsa's eyes widened as she took in your form.She realized how different you've grown over the past 4 years.
Her face turned warm as she took in your appearance. You look older but a little exhausted. Oh, how she wished to just rush towards and hug you, but she feared that her dear friend might not be the same after all these years. Time was indeed a cruel mistress. Now that she noticed she felt her heart tugg a little as she realized how you have gotten more...attractive?
The next few moments flashed by too quickly for you to asses the situation at hand. That evening, you wanted nothing more than to be by her side and perhaps even try to rekindle their relationship for once. But fate seemed to ahve other plans. Everything made sense now. The gloves, all those times she spent alone...Amidst all these, you somehow didn't find it in your heart to be afraid of her. All of a sudden, you couldn't help but gain this surge of protectiveness. You thought how scared she must've been as you helplessly watched her flee.
You didn't wait. Prince Hans tried to assure you but to no avail. You couldn't delay any further knowing how princess Anna was very adamant in bringing back her sister so you joined her. The two of you embarked on this journey, alongside losing your horses and befriending a reindeer man?
As you made your way north you finally found it. A breathtaking ice castle, filled with intricate details and complex designs. You were in awe as you slowly stepped in, shivering from the cold, And oh how your heart skipped as you took in her new form. You helplessly pleaded with Anna trying to bring her back home. But the mistakes can't be erased and forgotten. Fear overpowered her resulting the Queen to chase you all away. But you did not stop.
Moments passed and here you were, where Arendelle was summer again, Prince Hans banished and sisters reunited. The queen was much more happier now and you were too. The way ahead seemed pleasant and Elsa decided to officially recognise you as her Knight. She may not need someone to protect her, she was very fine on her own, but what she wanted was you to be by her side once again.
It was very clear to any passerbys that there was something different between the two of you. Whenever any outsiders tried to negotiate, they were immediately having second thoughts as here you were, looming menacingly behind the queen with a warning look, while the queen smiling, unaware of the situation.
Elsa may find this a tad bit annoying at the beginning. You two did argue about the clinginess while Anna silently giggling at the pair. She would constantly tease her big sister about the relationship you two had but she would brush it off as if everything was professional. Although there was a tiny part of her that wished it was otherwise.
However, it all became clear on one christmas evening, when all of the festivities finished and everyone was preparing to end the night. You were standing by her room and couldn't take your eyes off of her, especially when she was adorned in that beautiful midnight blue dress. You were about to bid farewell to your quarters when Elsa spoke.
"Why don't you stay here for a while. It must've been so exhausting. Especially tonight." She asked sitting at the edge of her bed. You replied, "Your grace, you must rest now esp-"
"How many times have I told you to drop the informalities?"
"Apologies, it feels highly inappropriate to call by your name." You sighed stepping closer to her form as Elsa tilted her head to the side. She tapped her hand gesturing for you to sit by her side and you obey. She stares at you face while slightly flushed as she watched your form, hunched by posture and eyes slightly tired from the day. You stared back as a little hesitantly and glanced at her.
A minute or so passed as the silence stepped in, which was comforting in a way. Fingers brushed, and it lingers. Elsa's hand rose slowly to cup your cheek, she whispered, "You look tired."
It wasn't a question and your breath hitched. This wasn't a norm at all but was quite calm nonetheless. Her hand retreats back to her lap and you wished it didn't. You spoke, "I am not asking for much, although I cannot stop feeling what I feel. I have been carrying this in silence for a long time, so if you must...please command me to stop and I will obey."
"Love isn't wrong, and what your feeling is valid and my heart too beats for you. I just didn't want to lose you. You were and are my everything. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have felt so lost and scared."
Elsa steadied herself as she continues.
"More than silence, I fear loss. When encrypting felt heavy and unbearable, the first person that comes to mind is you. You are my guide and it was you who kept me standing. I love you (Name), so much so that it hurts the more days go by."
Your eyes widened at the confession. You prayed in your heart that what you witnessed was not a dream but real. Your face painted with a grin, happiness brightening your face. Your posture relaxer but with a hint of giddiness. You spoke, "I love you too, I- this is all I wanted to- Dear God this is too much!"
Elsa giggled at your enthusiasm, she reached foward hand in your nape, forehead resting yours and there was a lingering pause before you decided to softly engulfed her lips with yours as you wrapped your arms around her waist.
The only sounds heard were the thundering noise of your hearts beating rapidly in your ears and the thud of Elsa falling back with you top. Few seconds passed as you slowly pulled back, hands not moving from each other. Your eyes stayed close as you took in the moment that still feels so surreal. Your eyes fluttered open as you took in the breathless sight of her, lips swollen from the rough lip action.
Elsa smiled as her heart felt unburdened, as if a heavy boulder was taken from her back. They both remained assured by the certainty as there was no longer no doubts and their hearts.
Yeah this is my first time writing kissing scenes I hope it was good...and also if there are any criticism to be made please feel free to do so, as long as you're being nice!
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⟼ summary: you and isabela sneak away from the party to have some... tension-relieving time together. when you come back down, you both go about your own way and do a different kind of bonding.
⟼ tags: smut, explicit sexual content, mature language, kissing, begging, strap-on, slight dacryphilia, riding, sub!isabela, cursing, established relationship, hurt/comfort, no aftercare, bc it's a quickie, but reader is a little sad, fem!reader, coming out, pepa & reader, implied homophobia, implied past abuse, isabela & reader, pet names, protective pepa, mama bear julieta, etc. 2.2k words
⤿ “Oh, yes,” She pants, purple dress rustling as she moves. Isabela is straddling you on her bed, hands perched on your shoulders as her nails dig painfully into your skin. She’s breathing heavily, a thin bead of sweat sliding down the side of her neck, and her trembling hands move to cup your face, tilting it upwards for a messy kiss.
You let out a breathless chuckle, lifting your hips rhythmically to meet her, and you feel her legs tremble slightly. Her arms wrap around your neck, hugging you close as her mouth drops open, using one hand to grip the backboard as her hips roll a little harder. It's her favorite strap, after all, she knows how to ride it perfectly. She searches for her favorite angles, leaving her breathless as she clenches her jaw tightly.
“Please,” She pants desperately, and your hips snap upwards to meet hers, following her pace. A sob of relief breaks through, and her thighs shake as waves of pleasure start overwhelming her every sense, feeling her skin tingle as a familiar jolt of weakness climbs up her spine.
“There you go,” You whisper, one hand sliding down between you to draw tight circles on her clit. When she jolts, your free hand clamps over her mouth, muffling the loud, broken squeal that rips out suddenly. Her eyes roll, forehead landing on your shoulder as she rides out the rest of her high, breathing heavily. When she finishes, her body weight presses against you, groaning quietly.
“Shit, okay,” She sighs, sighing sharply as she lifts herself from your lap, using her knees. The purple strap slides out with a slight bounce, and you watch it glisten below the lights, soaked with her juices. Her cheeks are still red, flushed from exertion, and sweat makes her glisten. You love her like this, your beautiful girlfriend. You wish you could have her like this at all times. You hope one day she'll let you show the world how you worship her.
“I love you,” You murmur, cupping her cheek. Her chest burns hot, as it always does when you're tender with her, and she kisses your cheek, smoothing down her dress.
“I love you, too,” She mumbles shyly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “We should… go down now. My family's probably wondering what we're up to…”
“Yeah,” You sigh, standing as she shifts away from you. Your fingers unhook the strap around your hips and thighs, tossing the used toy into a drawer to clean later before buttoning up your pants. When you turn around, Isabela is right behind you, reaching out to fix your hair as she stares up at you.
“You look pretty when you're a mess,” She murmurs absently, standing on her toes to kiss your lips. Your hands make home on her hips as she cups your face. Usually, after sex there's always time to bond and relax after. But not today—and this is why you only accept quickies when she's too frustrated to handle it herself.
“Thank you,” You whisper. Her eyes soften at the ends, and she looks a little like how her mother looks at her.
“I promise that after the party we'll have time to just… be. Together. As always,” She says quietly, thumb stroking your cheek. You hum, leaning down to kiss her head.
“I know,” You smile. “I'm a big girl, Isa. I can handle myself.”
“I know, baby,” She smiles sadly. “I just… I know you hate not having me close after our… activities. I promise I'll make it up to you.”
“Nonsense,” You chuckle, kissing her button nose. “You don't owe me anything, my love. I'll hold you when you feel like you can tell your family about us. And I will never rush that.”
You share one last kiss before sneaking out of her room. You both move separately for some time, Isabela heading to the kitchen to help her mother while you stay with Pepa to entertain Antonio, who seems particularly fond of you. You're unsure as to how you charmed the little man, but you're certainly not complaining.
“You’re great with kids, you know,” Pepa says, nursing a glass of champagne as a sun appears over her head, watching her youngest son sit on your lap, his small hands holding your fingers tightly.
“I certainly don't know where I got that from,” You joke softly, laughing. “I don't have a lot of experience with them other than some of the ones in the village. I guess this hombrecito just has good taste, huh?”
Antonio giggles as his mother's sun brightens.
“He does!” She says, reaching over to pinch his cheek. You smile down at the boy, before a laugh resounding through the air catches your attention. It’s Isabela's—you know it by heart. Your eyes find her in the kitchen, seeing her mother kneading dough and bumping her hip against her daughter’s. Your throat closes up as Isabela tilts her head, a small dimple showing on her cheek as a result of the smile.
Fuck, she's pretty. She's beyond pretty. She's breathtaking, and utterly divine. She looks so in her element with her mother, standing comfortably.
You wish you could give her that.
“So,” Pepa starts, making you snap out of your trance and shoot your eyes back to Antonio, smiling softly at him as he buries his face into your shoulder. “What is… this thing with you and Isa?”
Your face burns, heart dropping, “Wh-what? What thing?”
Pepa raises a brow, lips twitching into a smirk, “...you know. The thing. The heart-eyes, and faraway staring. The yearning.”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” Your cheeks burn, watching Antonio's eyes droop. “We're friends. She's my best friend. I'm not… yearning. I just watch.”
Pepa sighs, “Ay, mi nena. It isn't uncommon to fall in love with your best friend, you know?”
You turn to look at her, “...I'm a woman.”
"I can see that," The redhead deadpanned, rolling her eyes and quirking a single brow. "Yearning is expected from women. It'd take a very romantic man—like my Félix—for yearning like this. It has a certain ache that not many can carry."
Your eyes return to Isabela, covered in flour. It does ache. Loving her from afar, in the shadows, unable to comfort her in public, hurts like hell.
“Have you told her?” She asks softly. “She looks at you differently. There’s something there. But when women are afraid, they hide like hell. I can't see if you won't let me.”
Your heart pounds, breathing out, “She knows. She knows, and we…”
“Oh!” A rainbow glows above her head as she smiles widely. “Oh, mi vida! Really? How long!?”
You press your lips together, “...about a year.”
“A YEAR!?”
“¡Señora, quiet!” You hiss, cheeks red as you look around. The music is loud, but you don't want to risk anyone overhearing. You're already risking a lot by telling Pepa. You don't even know why. Perhaps you're beginning to drown in the weight of the secret.
“What… an entire year?” She whispers, eyes flashing sadly. “Oh… sweet girl. All this time…”
Your breathe out, “It's really okay. I understand how she feels more than anyone. I'm in no rush. I just wish I didn't have to… be restricted to loving her from afar now that we've confessed.”
Pepa reaches out, setting her glass aside and taking your hand between both of hers, “I know, querida. You're… very strong. What about your family? Do they know anything?”
You cringe, “No. Thankfully, they're dead already.”
She gives you an unamused stare.
“What? They weren't very nice people,” You mutter with a nervous giggle, making her laugh in disbelief.
“They wouldn't have approved?” She asks softly.
“No, they wouldn't have. Except they wouldn't have stopped at just verbal communication. They were more of a… “actions speak louder than words” type of family.”
“Dios mio,” She mutters. “Then it's a good thing they're dead or I would have rained hell on them.”
You laugh softly, sitting in silence for a few more seconds, “Does it truly not bother you… that we're both women?”
Pepa sighs through her nose, a defeated smile etching her lips, “No, sweetheart, it does not. It has never bothered me, and it will never do so in the future.”
“Oh,” You whisper. “Thank you. Dolores knows, by the way.”
“I figured,” Pepa sighs, sitting back on the chair. “That girl has only managed to hide a handful of things from her Mami, but she has hid them very well.”
“Like Bruno's disappearance?”
“Ten years, nena! Ten! That's true dedication,” Pepa shakes her head. “Oh, and let me tell you…”
“You've been watching her a lot lately,” Julieta’s voice comes out soft, with a hint of a knowing tone. Isabela's eyes leave you to bond with her Tía Pepa, little Antonio clinging to your shirt as he sleeps peacefully. Isabela clears her throat, returning her focus to kneading.
“I just want to make sure she isn't embarrassing herself,” Isabela mutters, feeling the tips of her ears grow hot. She's glad her skin is dark enough to not make it obvious.
“Embarrass herself?” Julieta asks, raising a brow. She wipes the flour on her apron, leaning her hip on the counter. Isabela swallows thickly, heart hammering in her chest.
“Yeah, she's… you know, she's just clumsy when she's nervous,” Isabela replies, cringing internally when her voice wavers slightly. You do get clumsy when you're nervous, but she doesn't watch you to make sure you don't “embarrass yourself.” She watches you because it makes her heart squeeze in adoration when your cheeks turn red, or when you search for her subconsciously after any interaction.
“Hm,” Julieta hums softly. “She's known the family for almost five years now, mija. I doubt she'll be nervous anymore.”
But you are, Isabela thought, cheeks red. You'll be so nervous when you meet her eyes. When you look around, and you can't find her. You're nervous when you can't smell her perfume nearby or when there's too much space between you. You're so loving in a way that should be suffocating, but she can't get enough of. She loves how you love her.
“Just in case,” She whispers weakly, dusting off the powder from her palms. Julieta watches her daughter closely. She watches the way she pats nervously at her dress, and how flowers pop in her hair. Isabela is her daughter, her first baby, and she is nothing in her soul if not a good mother.
“Isabela,” Julieta whispers, watching her tense. Isabela hums, but doesn't turn to look at her mother. In fact, she doesn't move at all. If it wasn't for her trembling fingers, she'd look like a statue. “Mi amor, look at me.”
Isabela swallows, then obeys, “Yes?”
“Are you… are you in love with her?”
There's silence. Even the loud music in the background fades, and her ears ring. Her heart is pounding loudly, and her eyes are searching every micro reaction her mother may show. Julieta looks… not angry. Not even confused. She looks sad. Could it be disappointment? She can't have that. She is Perfect Isabela.
Her lips part to deny it, but the mere thought makes her throat close up, eyes watering. She looks at you again. You with your stupidly soft eyes, and your stupidly charming smile. The way it's so easy for you to just… love her. Even with all the complications, with all the risk. You touch her, and you kiss her, and you make her feel good without an ounce of fear or regret.
“Yes, Mamá,” Isabela whispers. “I'm in love with her. She is… my girlfriend. She has been for almost a year now.”
Julieta breathes out shakily, and for a moment, Isabela thinks she sees hurt in her eyes. A lump forms in her throat, bracing for a comment. For a gasp. For disappointment.
“A year?” Julieta whispers. “You've been in love for a year… and you felt as though you couldn't tell me?”
Isabela breathes in, trembling, “...what?”
“Isabela Madrigal,” Julieta whispers, looking at her with a love so fierce that it almost reminds her of you. “You… are my daughter. My little girl. You are my very first baby. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that you could possibly say or do that would make me not love you.”
She cups her cheeks, watching the tears slide down her daughter's face. Her thumbs wipe them away, “You kill someone? That's fine, I'll be the one to help you hide the evidence. But, mi vida, you being in love with a woman has never been something that I would consider losing you for.”
“Mami…” Isabela chokes out softly. Julieta’s own eyes water, smiling up at her daughter.
“I have always kept in mind that my children would make their own choices,” She whispers. “And if I wasn't ready to embrace anything you were going to throw at me, I wouldn't have had you at all. I have been ready to hold you since the very moment you became life inside me.”
Isabela cries out softly, pulling her mother in for a fierce hug. Julieta holds her tight, gently soothing her hair and kissing her temple.
“I didn't know,” Isabela sobs. “I didn't know you'd be okay… I didn't know if there were circumstances…”
“Never,” Julieta whispers. “You are my daughter. My love for you has never been conditional.”
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