#also god. Dawn looks STUN

[sexynetra]

Dawn defending Amanda in untucked oh what if I cry actually

#Dawn said no that is literally my girlfriend you will not be mean to her #she knew the look wasn’t great and went oh yeah but guess what she is SWEET and KIND and FUNNY and I LOVE HER #they’re kissing with tongue offstage #also god. Dawn looks STUN #her face is so good #and Amanda’s makeup was so much better this week!!! #I love them :) #drag race #rpdr #RuPaul’s drag race #drag race 16 #rpdr 16 #RuPaul’s drag race 16 #amanda tori meating #Dawn #up until dawn #dawnmanda #amandawn #whatever we’re calling them #anyways I love them both very much and I love their friendship #edited to add the video :) #like no. you don’t understand. they’re literally girlfriends

[fillinforlater]

On her jeans (Part 3 of 3)

Male Reader x Kim Minji, Hanni Pham, Danielle Marsh

Length: 4606 words

Tags: Daddy kink, anal galore, blowjob, face fuck, blindfolded, 4some, pearly gates, spitting, spanking, cursing, humiliation, missionary anal, analpie, ass eating, rimming

TW: kinda rough, pure, stupid smut, ass eating, eating cum out of ass

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-

(A/N: the most likely final part of the On her series. This fic is very mindless lmao. Important announcement at the end.)

“Yes, Daddy, that feels so good!”

Hanni’s enthusiasm is almost limitless. No matter how often you’ve ordered her to your office or your apartment or some secluded bed and breakfast, she never let you down. No, the only thing ‘down’ is the momentum of her hips whenever she rides you on the couch, her beautiful ass turned towards you. She loves to make it wiggle when your cock fills her cunt.

You take delight in such a sight and give her the good-girl-spanks she deserves. Hanni craves them as much as she craves your eyes, seeing nothing but love in hers. There is nothing stopping her from leaving, you never demanded the same things from her then you did from Minji. But where Minji lacks endless love and desire for you, Hanni fills these gaps and then some. 

“Oh my God, Daddy, you-you’re gonna make me cum again!” Hanni’s throat is sore from her moans and screams (and the rough face fuck you gave her earlier). “I-I can’t hold it!”

“Why would you hold it?” you ask her and pull her back against your bare chest. “Ruin yourself all over me, you slut.”

You give her thrusts, quick, not too strong and that is all she needs. Her effort was remarkable but in the end she wants you to fuck her over the edge. Hanni’s pussy convulses around your cock, tries to milk it and you are about to give in when your cell phone rings. 

“Fuck,” you curse and pick it up while dropping a powerless Hanni to the carpet floor. “Who is this?”

“Yo, have you turned on the TV?” the person on the other end, some former manager of a group you were interested in, asks. “Today are the MAMA awards.”

“And? They’ve been the same for basically forever. And you know I don’t have any control over—”

“Oh no, another group has won.” You can hear the smirk on his lips. “I bet you’ve heard the song and the group—some of them are under your wings, I assume?”

For a moment you are confused, then it dawns on you brightly. “You could say that,” you respond calmly and look at one of those who are under your wings—though under your cock fits better. “Let me be honest, I did not think that they would make it this far.”

“Their success is unheard of, they must have paid you really well,” he continues knowingly. The kind of business you do is in a paradoxical state of infamously known and also a dark secret in the industry. It’s a tightly knit conspiracy where every wrong step, every wrong turn can cost you basically everything. 

“Maybe they have to offer me something new, a MAMA win does not come around very often.”

#

“Congratulations on your win. I bet this is part of every trainee's dream” Sent by you

“Thank you, Daddy~ It definitely is, but I’m certain we couldn’t have done it without you “ Sent by Hanni

You smirk and scroll through your gallery. There is a picture you’ve saved, a picture of something you want. Some people screenshot what they want from social media apps or shopping sites—you will do the same right now, though your picture does not include a product one can buy. 

“I found this picture of you and one of your friends. She is very attractive.” Sent by you

“I know, Danielle ist so damn pretty <3” Sent by Hanni

“Her prettiness equals probably two MAMA awards…” Sent by you

That should do it. Hanni is probably stunned right now. If Danielle is next to her, she probably looks at her—your terrible influence deeply rooted in Hanni’s mind—and she will see what you see: another object for your desire, another girl you can train to make your personal fuck doll, another idol sold by her bandmate. Unlike Minji, Hanni might actually like the idea. 

You wait patiently as she ponders, typing, then deleting message after message until she settles for a simple text that makes this unhinged, lustful being inside you lose any and all control.

“Daddy deserves his reward as soon as possible. We need just 20 to 30 minutes~” Sent by Hanni

With a victorious sigh, you throw away your smartphone. It audibly cracks on the floor, but you don’t give a fuck. Phones can be bought again, but what you will get, no one can buy. These next twenty minutes will feel like hours and every second beyond that will make you lose your mind. Atleast, that is what you would have to assume if it weren’t for someone suddenly sneaking into your apartment. 

Timid, quiet steps. The person is not wearing shoes. You hear the door fall shut, gently and suddenly, she stands in your doorframe. As if your life was a script, written by a higher being which, for some reason, likes your story to be filled with as much sexual fulfillment as possible, Minji has decided to come visit you. 

“Hello, Daddy,” she coos, catching your gaze with the way she presses her frame against the door frame. Her two piece outfit with all its white frays perfectly merges with said door frame, the warm light making it look like she could disappear in your walls. “I’m sorry for not announcing myself, but may I come in?”

“That depends,” you say, trying to act not-too-happy about her convenient timing. “It’s nice to see you barefooted and in this pretty outfit—but you need to approach the right way.”

“Of course, Daddy.”

Minji gets on her knees. She begins to crawl over your wooden floor and seeing her eager eyes has you riled up. Instead of waiting for her to unbuckle your belt, you open it on your own and let your pants drop when her face reaches your crotch. Minji moans gently and presses her face against the massive bulge in your boxers. She’s not really teasing you. It’s more of a ceremony, because Minji quickly proceeds to pull down your boxers with nothing but her teeth.

“Daddy, it’s so big and beautiful,” Minji says in all honesty, her idol persona washed away by her own horniness. “May I service you with my mouth?”

“Stick out your tongue,” you order and Minji follows. You slap your tip on the exposed wet muscle and watch her faintly smile at how excited you seem. “Looks really good, how could I say no?”

No warning and just a moment later, you are buried to the hilt in Minji’s throat. She gags violently, her head tilted backwards and her wide eyes quickly release a torrent of tears. You don’t comment on it, watch on with a cold, resting bitch face and begin to fuck her face roughly. It’s hard thrust after hard thrust; not too fast though, because you want to see the submission steadily grow in her eyes.

“Fucking good, so much better since you started taking my cock like a premium whore,” you hiss and reach for the sides of her head. She locks eyes with you and through a sea of tears, you can see that she is happy. Still happy. “But it won’t be enough. I need more, another hole, and I’m not talking about your pussy. I know that you are dripping from there, but I’m going to split you open somewhere else.”

You pull out and watch Minji try to catch her breath, shocked, weak; she gets no time to recover however. You grab her hair and slide back into her not-awaiting, but slave-like throat. She takes your pounding even as it forcefully removes her faint mascara and leaves her a drooling mess. It’s Minji’s masterclass in deepthroats—a fitting end, because you will fuck something else today.

After many harsh thrusts, too many to count, but enough to have Minji at your complete mercy, you pull out. She bends over, tries to keep her composure and breathe, but you won’t allow this. She has to look at you and understand what you desire. You slap her face and spit at it. “Don’t avoid me, look at me!” you shout and Minji is tiny. A kneeling tiny bitch who follows your commands. “I will fuck your ass, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Minji cries and puts her forehead to the floor. “Tha-Thank you for the award, Ma-Master. Please, a-abuse my ass.”

Not that it tugs at your heartstrings or anything—but instead of just fucking her in this state of complete devastation, you help her up, to her feet and cup her cheek firmly… almost gently. Minji still sobs, barely able to look up at you.

“You are here to thank me with your ass? That is actually adorable and very thoughtful of you.”

“I-I thought, because Master hasn’t fucked me th-there yet, and because he probably did with Hanni already, I—”

“Oh, I understand, but Minji—” You lean down to her ear and whisper, while your hand travels down her bare midriff into the dress and finds her folds, soaked in arousal. “—we are already past the Master stage. And you underestimate my greed, my desire for more, infinitely more. Don’t worry about that though. Get on the couch and show me your cute little asshole.”

“O-okay. Thank you, Daddy.”

As Minji lays down and wiggles off the bottom part of her dress, you get a bottle of water-like lube from a drawer in the living room table. These bottles are always nearby because situations like this have occurred quite a few times in your life. More than you can count, enough to make you the biggest villain for every girl group fan.

When you pour the lube on your cock, you inspect Minji and her cute posture. She is on her back, legs spread and in the air, while her fingers keep her butt cheeks apart. Her ring twitches and it twitches more when you rub lube all over it. Minji mewls, and mewls some more when you push a finger past the first tightness to lube the inside as well.

“You are a bit stiff, you need to loosen up or else it will hurt.”

“Isn’t it supposed to hurt?” Minji asks in all honesty. “I’m okay with Daddy hurting me, as long as he feels good.”

You have to hold back or else you would’ve laughed at her innocent expression and the confused fear in her orbs. You align your cock with her ass, not to immediately force yourself inside that hot, tight hole, but to teach Minji how to take you well.

“If you relax, Minji, I promise it will feel good. Weird at first, probably too big, but the more you loosen up and let your asshole become a source for pleasure, it will feel great.”

“Hanni probably already knows this,” Minji mumbles in shame. You quickly reach for her jaw and put a chaste kiss on her lips.

“To be honest, I haven’t even fucked her ass before, so stop worrying. Take deep breaths and stay re-laxed.” With those final words, you wait for Minji to follow your instructions—breathe in; breathe out—before you push your cock into her brown hole.

“Oh Daddy, fuck,” Minji groans, right into your face and you love how her hands start to hold onto your back, your arms as you push more cock into her. “You are so, so big!”

“There is still more, but you are doing a great job, Minji,” you respond calmly, lifting up her ass a bit to penetrate her deeper. “Soon, you’ll love this more than anything.”

“Daddy!” Your cock is fully inside her and Minji seems to go crazy, her head thrown back into the couch, her mouth releasing loud moans rapidly. Her anal cavity squeezes you tightly, tries to wring you and it’s insanely impressive. She takes you fully on the first go and slowly catches herself. “I-it feels weird but soooo—”

“Good, right? I can feel you relax, so I will start to fuck you for real now. Congratulations, you’re not a butt virgin anymore!”

Minji weakly laughs and then gasps when you drag your cock mostly out of her ass just to push it back in, deep, to the fucking hilt. You watch as her eyes open wide, then narrow, then close, all in the rhythm of your pumps. Her cunt drips more juice too, she cannot deny the pleasure.

“Daddy, why, why do you feel so good?” Minji screams. “Why, your cock—you made me your butt slut!”

“You’re a natural at this, most of your kind quickly become addicted.”

“Make me addicted, Daddy! Please, use this hole and make me—”

You reach underneath her frayed top and pinch a hard nipple, while your teeth go for her lower lip. You can feel her insides combust, her ass clenching around your cock, her pussy convulsing around nothing, yet it is enough to make her cum. Minji is orgasming from just her ass, but she tries to hide it. 

“There is nothing to be embarrassed about,” you laugh and begin to fuck Minji harder, her ankles in your firm hands. “Cum with your ass and be mine forever. You cannot escape anyways, so why would you want to? Don’t run from the pleasure, because I won’t stop fucking you until—”

Suddenly, you hear a key in the lock of your front door and someone whispering. Then quiet steps. Minji grows tense but you just smile at her, reassure her that there is nothing to be scared off. “Oh, you know these two, don’t worry~” 

“Huh?”

You look up and spot the first girl, Hanni, who smirks when she sees you. She puts a finger to her luscious lips and winks. You get her idea and press your palm on Minji’s mouth to keep her quiet while you slowly thrust into her tight ass. The young girl is visibly shocked that you just continue, but her shock grows even more when she spots the second girl.

“Unnie, this is weird. How long do I have to wear this blindfold?”

“Just a little bit longer~ We are almost there, just a few more steps.”

Hanni guides the blind Danielle, a beautiful, skinny girl dressed in what you assume is a stage or award show outfit. Either way you love how exposed her midriff and collarbone are. Danielle’s skin is flawless and her face looks even better than in pictures or videos.

The two get closer. Hanni is now behind the taller girl and guides her by holding her hips. The two seem familiar with this kind of intimacy. You quietly pull out of Minji’s butt and luckily, she stays quiet in this tense situation. 

“Dani, we have arrived,” Hanni giggles and wraps her hands around her friends’ tiny waist. “I have a present for you, but you have to get on your knees and guess what it is~”

“Unnie, if it’s your pussy again—we already did that! And if you want to fuck, you can just ask!”

You raise an eyebrow at Hanni who is clearly nervous and sweating. She got caught fucking with a second member of her group without your permission. You can’t really blame her. You can’t wait to stick your cock into that tight body and fuck Danielle’s mouth with your fingers. But for now, you let Hanni finish her game.

“This time,” she continues and kisses Danielle’s shoulder. “It’s something different. I have found the biggest, most beautiful cock because I know you would want to suck one of those someday.”

Danielle’s pale skin starts to burn with a deep red. All of her blood seems to go to her face. She starts to lose focus and whimpers a bit, especially because Hanni becomes more touchy, hands on her chest, her tummy, her ass.

“H-how did you know, Unnie?”

“You are really, really bad at hiding your dildo’s, Dani. I found like four of them. One still had your saliva around it~”

Danielle puts both hands to her face and lowers it in shame. Everyone in the room can still feel the glow of her blush through her fingers. You stroke your cock once, amused at the situation, but also tired of waiting. Hanni notices and continues her plan quickly.

“Look, Dani, I’ll show you how to do it.” Hanni lowers herself in between your legs. For the first time, you check out her outfit. Odd, you remember it from some performances a few months ago—does it really matter when she immediately goes to suck you, throat you even? “Oh my, it tastes so good! I wonder why that is?”

You point to Minji’s still exposed asshole and Hanni smirks knowingly. Poor Minji did not dare to move a single inch this entire time but now with Hanni’s loud gagging filling the room, she can stop being quiet and move her hands to cover up.

“U-unnie, are you really sucking it?” Danielle asks the obvious, still in disbelief. “Is it a real one, like, are you sucking a boy?”

Hanni pops you free from her perfect lips and makes sure to taste all of the lube and Minji’s ass from your manhood with her tongue. She cleans you passionately, from sac to tip until you finally give her a bit of precum. 

“Dani, he is a man, a Daddy. Trust me, he is very good looking and his cock is even better~” Hanni’s voice is so lewd, it feels cursed with her adorable visuals. You relish in her compliments and brush her black strands back behind her ear. “Kneel next to me and I show you.”

Danielle kneels down, her small frame taking the spot in between your legs next to Hanni. She is still confused though. “But Unnie, how can you show me if I’m not allowed to remove the blindfold?”

Hanni rolls her eyes and without warning, grabs Danielle’s face and pulls her into a kiss. The younger girl flails in surprise, finds hold on your thigh, but somehow she can’t hold onto it for long. Maybe the thought of a stranger really seeing her like this makes her lose grip on the situation—a good thing in your book.

“Ha-Hanni-unnie!” Danielle shrieks when their lips disconnect. “Why, why did that taste so good?” 

“If you want more, you need to suck and clean his cock like I did. Here, open your pretty mouth and be a good girl for Daddy~”

“You say weird stuff—ugh, hng!”

You groan softly when Hanni not-so-softly pushes Danielle’s face down your cock. A new, sensational throat engulfs you. Of course you expected violent gags and tears coming from behind the blindfold, how could you not. Hanni is literally forcing Danielle to deepthroat you for the first time. Her dildo training seems to have paid off however: Danielle is a lot more composed, measured even and makes sure to keep her teeth off of you. 

Soon, she finds her own pace and bops up and down your shaft, using her tongue from time to time without yet knowing where it actually feels good for you. It’s hard for her to learn when she can’t read your facial expression, so she just guesses and sucks and bops her head. It makes it all the more impressive how she can keep up with you and do a better job than Minji did on her first try.

“Hanni-unnie,” Danielle immediately shouts after getting her mouth off of your dick. “That was very mean of you, like, what the—”

You interrupt the young, angry girl by giving her blindfold a tug and watching it fall off of her dazzling, still flushed features. You smirk down at her as she watches up in awe, her eyes inspecting you like you did to her earlier.

“Oh, he-hello, sir,” Danielle says and tries to be formal while your cock is still on her lips. “I’m sorry we just walked into here and… about this.” She points at your hard shaft which you take in your hand and poke against her soft cheek.

“Don’t worry about it, you beautiful thing. In fact, I should be sorry about this right here.” You point next to you, where Minji tries to cover up her pussy. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“You, you had sex with Minji-unnie? Like, i-in her vagina?”

“Oh Dani,” Hanni coos and puts a hand into Danielle’s red top. “You don’t know how good a real cock feels in your pussy. Way better than a dildo.”

“Stop being so lewd, Unnie!”

“But you two are wrong,” you interrupt them and look at Minji, who valiantly fights through her embarrassment. There is nothing to be embarrassed about though; she did great taking your cock in her ass. “We had anal sex just now, and I think I speak for us both when I say that it was awesome.”

Hanni pouts at the thought of not yet having you in her ass while Danielle is both struck by horror and thrill when she cross-eyes your cock and then switches to look at Minji’s butt, which you uncover for her.

“Minji-unnie, was it really that good?” Danielle asks with wide open eyes.

“Yeah, how was it?” Hanni adds and involuntarily adds pressure for the leader to answer.

“I-it was… the best.”

A moment of silence and awkwardness for Minji until Danielle jumps up and pulls down her black skirt. Another unexpected turn, she seems to be ready to go asap. “Sir, can you—would you have sex with my butt too?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you try to play it cool and reach for the bottle of lube. “Turn around, we need to get you ready.”

“Here, let me help you, Daddy.” Hanni gets a hold of Dani’s ass as soon as she spins around and spreads the cheeks apart. Dani gasps at first, but then giggles when she finds her Unnie to be already naked. She starts to kiss Hanni’s skin while you put the nozzle to her beautiful, clean ring and push lube inside. Danielle shudders while Hanni looks on with jealousy. It will be her turn soon enough though. 

“You have a gorgeous body, Dani,” you compliment her before grabbing her waist and pulling her onto you. “You are so light, I think I need to try a new position with you. Are you down for that?”

“Sir, I—if it’s not too crazy, I think I can do it. But remember, this is my first time.”

“You have to be relaxed, Dani,” Minji suddenly adds and stands next to her, not covering her private parts anymore. “If you are tense, it’s going to hurt—when you are loose however, Daddy can fuck you so good, it will feel like heaven.”

“O-okay then, I think I’m ready.”

You nod and lay down on the couch, Danielle on top of you. She rests her back on your strong chest and your hard cock searches for her tight asshole. Luckily, Hanni is there to help align your tip with it (not before sucking it of course). Dani takes deep breaths instinctively and with your primal instinct to fuck, your cockhead disappears in her ass.

“Oh fuck, that looks so hot!” Hanni coos.

“Stop staring, please,” Danielle whimpers and you feel her incredible texture convulse around your aroused phallus. No, she definitely gets turned on by this, so you’ll make it even better.

“Hanni, keep staring,” you order. “Oh, and make your mouth useful on my ass. See it as punishment for having sex with Dani without my permission.”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry Daddy.”

“Sir, isn’t this too lewd?” Dani asks while you begin to rock her thin body up and down your cock like it’s a fleshlight. 

“Minji, how about you lick Danielle’s pussy. Make yourself familiar with it.”

“Yes, Daddy, she tastes really sweet and is quite… wet.” Minji smiles and you get what she means. Her mouth is promptly on Dani’s clit and now the two are moaning in unison. Your thrusts into Dani’s ass become harder.

“Oh dang, so much in my a-a—, I mean butt,” she whispers and you look at her face. “Sir, you are one lewd bast— person. Making young girls do this stuff. Aren’t you a bit too old for us?”

“Maybe that is why they call me Daddy,” you respond, the humor lost because your expression remains stern even through the pleasure. “Don’t hold back, curse as much as you want. This is no tv show or live stage. Get used to this cock, because I won’t stop after this one time.”

“I won’t either, you fucking bastard.”

Your lips meet in a haze, then you decide to give it your all. You fuck Dani hard, force more and more curse words out of her good-girl-mouth. Her cunt is forced against Minji’s eager lips, while you make sure Hanni is covered in your musk—though she kinda seems to enjoy serving your ass. Even after all this, she might still be the best baby girl out of this trio.

“Yes, fuck, yes, you fill my tiny ass so good! Fuck me with your big fat cock, give me that cock, open me so wide until I—”

“You horny bitch.” You yank down her top to reveal tiny tits, jiggling a little at your every thrust. Her skin is glowing, she is in complete heat. Danielle is a nymph with a tight ass and a pussy so wet, she can save someone from dehydration. You want to test your theory, if her orgasm is as explosive as you want it to be.

“My Lord, I’m so going to fucking cum, I will cum! Make me squirt, make me fucking, ahh!”

Like a fountain, Danielle’s juices paint Minji’s face, cover her hair and even Hanni below. She also doesn’t stop, not with your endless thrust into her ass. She is like an infinite source, eventually filling Minji’s mouth and marking Hanni as a dirty, rimming whore covered in girl cum.

“That was so good, Sir—”

“We are not yet done!” You squeeze Dani to your chest so she cannot escape and start to violate her ass some more, to the point your entire cock stretches her in all directions. For some reason, you feel like you could breed this hole for two eternities, but for now, one massive load has to be enough. 

With your final, deepest of thrusts, you force all of your seed into Danielle’s tight ass-pussy, fill it up and make sure she is tight enough to keep it inside for now. Pulling out is hard but rewarding, and hearing, feeling her pant on top of you is heavenly. 

“It’s so deep in me, fuck,” she moans and you bite her cheek. 

“Push it out of your slutty hole, you naughty bitch. 

“Hanni, Minji! Get ready for your daily load!”

The two girls are under our spell, not questioning anything you say and stick out their tongue underneath Danielle’s butthole. You pull back her heels to give them more space and with an blissful, erotic expression, Dani lets her ass be gaped. Your creamy white cum oozes out of her and Minji and Hanni greedily eat it all up, even getting their tongues into the completely overstimulated girl and cleaning her butthole.

“Shit, this is so lewd,” Dani whimpers and you put a hand around her throat.

“After I fuck Hanni’s ass in a rough Doggy, my heel on her face because I know she loves that, you will eat my cum out of her ass too. And don’t lie; I know you will like it.”

Danielle grins, licking her lips in excitement. “You are such a nasty bastard, Daddy.”

(A/N2: here is the very short version, I'll release a longer announcement later this week probably. I have decided to quit for a while, maybe forever but that is still in the stars. I can still write and I kinda like it, but this endless cycle of horniness and unhinged smut is killing me. I also need to focus on life/studies. More on that later this week. Love you all, peace out.)

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #newjeans smut #newjeans hanni smut #newjeans minji smut #newjeans fanfic #newjeans danielle smut #danielle smut #hanni smut #minji smut

[oh23]

60% thru book 3 of captive prince and now i am looking for crumbs of its fandom, and i keep seeing comments/posts saying "HOw can anyone read that book???"

AND I AM SO SHOCKED. AND STUNNED.

BECAUSE CAPRI IS LIKE THE MOST WELL WRITTEN TRILOGY IVE READ IN YEARS?????

like yes thee's slavery and it's very bdsm-y but OHMYGOD. the POLITICS. the war ?? the strategy?? the manipulation? the LACK OF LOOPHOLES. the whol book series is SO well thought out, so so perfectly done. its so smart. there's chess being played; moves after moves, each more lethal than the last.

You gain an ally? you've lost your reputation. you gained a fort? your ally gets killed. its an almost checkmate after almost checkmate. and when u start understanding that shi?? it gets s so so delicious. the author doesnt even have to Say anything to get so much of the story across. she writes 4 lines, and you get this dawning realisation of what is happening. It always hits you like a brick. the sheer genius of her writing, i am in so much awe.

And for a book about pet-play, fetish, slavery, the sex scenes are actually? not in that much detail? it actually gets so much more tame.

I think Captive Prince is a book that deserves to be read. Give it a chance. if u think it is a fetish book, you're wrong.

It's like 80% politics and war strategy. and the 20% of bdsm happens mostly in the start of book 1.

ALSO. Laurent's and Damen's chemistry is so fucking perfect. Laurent's constant expectation of being hurt and Damen only being in love with him.

The growth of both characters.

The way they show affection for each other. The seamless way they take over situations from each other, the trust between them, the conflict. oh my god it is literally one of the most tastiest things i have ever ever ever read.

#capri #captive prince #book recommendations

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Eight

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Just fluff, heart-wrenching fluff

Notes: Okay, so. Last Sunday in my most graceful hour, I dislocated and subsequently fractured my thumb🙂 I also hated what I originally wrote and spent all week re-writing and re-writing this scene. I hope this isn’t trash and you guys like it, I’m so sorry for the delay on this one🥲

Word Count: 1614

Series Masterlist

• April 1st, 2006 • Home •

Reader

Ten o’clock on the dot, as promised, a knock on the front door draws me from my reverie. I’d spent the last 30 minutes after getting ready, lost in my head on the couch. Surely today’s talk with Jasper won’t end badly, god I hope not.

Swinging the door open, my eyes snap to his and a smile takes over my face on instinct. “Hey.”

“Good morning, darlin’.” The way his accent wraps around that familiar term of endearment will always make me weak in the knees.

He almost completely blocks my view but bright yellow behind him just barely snags my vision-is that?

“Did you-?”

“Borrow my sister’s apology gift? Yes, it’s a little bit too wet for a bike ride, sweetheart.” Turning to look at Alice’s car, he misses the blush heating my cheeks at the memory of the last time I was on his motorcycle, holding him close.

“Fair enough.” I turn to snag my coat from the hook near the door before closing and locking it.

His outstretched hand helps be down the front stairs before leading me to the passenger side of the beautiful Porsche. Beautiful is an understatement for this piece of machinery, I hate to even ruin the floor mats with my wet shoes.

“Alice chose her gift wisely, Edward did good.” Jasper chuckles slightly at my comment as I lower myself into the seat and he shuts the door gently, cocooning me in silence momentarily until his door opens.

“What she did for him - to save him, this was the least he could do.” Watching him start the car, I realize it’s a manual transmission.

He smoothly shifts it into reverse to exit my driveway before shifting again to leave the neighborhood. My brain stutters a little as I watch him maneuver the car, god - is everything this man does going to be ridiculously attractive?

“Where are we going?” I manage to drag my gaze from his hand and I’m caught, he smirks like he fucking knows.

“Since everyone is home, we’re going somewhere with privacy.” A shiver trickles over my skin quickly even though I’m wearing a coat, somewhere with privacy.

Excitement begins to bubble up in my chest and I opt to watch the trees as the pass by quickly outside my window, trying and probably failing to hide my own smirk.

Jasper

Easing the car to a stop, I watch as the realization of where we are dawns on her.

“Our spot!” A breathtaking smile overtakes her face as she turns to me quickly and I’m stunned, it’s like I’m staring at an angel incarnate, gorgeous.

I chuckle and exit the vehicle, excitement and pure joy flow from her unmitigated and I smile to myself, letting her emotion wash over me like waves gently lapping at the shore.

I barely graze the door handle with my fingers before her impatience at my lack of speed flings the door open. The moment I met her quickly flashing through my mind before I catch the door, stopping it from snapping back closed in her face. “Darlin’-” I tease her, but I’m not the object of her focus.

“This view really is unfair.” Her voice is gentle as she brushes past me and closes in on the railing at the edge, protectiveness flaring in my chest at her proximity to danger.

Sporadic, gloomy clouds dot the ridge line, but the scenery is bathed in a wetness from the rain that highlights the deep tones of the forest. The air is crisp and humid, clean but also heavy with the scent of drenched wood.

“It is.” But I’m not talking about what’s beyond, I’m looking at her.

She turns at my comment and realizes my words since my eyes never leave hers, a warm blush floods her face and I quickly remove the distance between us, my finger under her chin to stop her from hiding bashfully.

“No hiding from me, not this beautiful face.” I whisper as my eyes dance along the planes and contours of her. Her joy increases tenfold and I swear it gives me a new life, she gives me new life.

I kiss her quickly even though it goes against every fiber of my being not to take my time with her mouth, but we’re here for a purpose. For a conversation long overdue.

Jasper

Taking a deep breath and a step backwards to keep my head on straight, I dig down to my very core - somewhere no one else has been, and begin.

“To know me is to hate me - to hate me like I hate myself. I hate what I am at a cellular level. I can’t be a normal guy in love with a normal girl. I can’t allow myself to be caught up in you, your scent, your touch. I have to keep myself in check, I can’t let my thoughts or feelings run away from myself with you near. I can’t seduce you in ways I wish I could without the fear of hurting you.” A deep breath in and out, my throat is raw for the first time in a very long time, like the words bubbling up are burning. “And because I hate what I am, I hate who I am. I’m a monster that killed without complaint or a second thought for so long. It withered away at my soul, at my very core. It changed me entirely, I can’t rewind and get that version of myself back.” I swallow hard. My fingers run furrows through my hair, my skin is fucking crawling. “So how am I supposed to let you love someone like myself? How do I tether an angel like you, to a demon like me? How do I ask you to compromise yourself to fit into my world? Because you have to bend to me, you have to keep my secrets and give up so much of a normal life just to be mine. How do I ask that of the person I hold in highest regard? In the chance you choose this life, choose to change - you’re giving up on moving forward, having children, grandchildren, growing old with someone you love, staying in the lives of your loved ones, the list goes on and on and on. You could potentially come to resent me and darlin’, I wouldn’t survive that.” I pause, letting the words ruminate.

I feel slightly human again, breathing like I’ve run for miles. And I have, I’ve been outrunning this horrible inner monologue for one-hundred and forty-three years. Alone.

Until now. Until her.

Reader

I-I’m stunned. He can’t possibly think all of these things about himself, not this absolute gentleman, this tender and kind man?

“To get to know me-to love me, is a death sentence. I’m a walking liability, I’m not safe. With everything I’ve done, I’m a monster.”

“You are no such thing-” he opens his mouth to interrupt, but I’m quick to stop him. Giving him an encouraging smile I ask, “Let me get this out?”

His eyes are desperate and hanging on for dear life waiting for what I have to say.

“To know you is to love you, Jasper. You are so many things, but a death sentence - a liability, isn’t any of them. Nobody is safe in this world and I’m certainly safest when I’m with you.” Happy tears prick at my eyes as I dredge all of these feelings up, words he should’ve heard a lifetime ago. “And above it all, you. Are. Not. A. Monster. In any shape or form, Jasper Hale. You had a master manipulator as a creator, and she twisted you until you couldn’t take it anymore - until you had to run away. Monsters don’t feel remorse, regret, or empathy. This right here - what you’re feeling when you look inwards, is proof enough that you are not this terrible horrible thing incapable of giving or receiving love.” I smile up at him, so relieved to get this off my chest, “And if the last six months is anything, it’s proof that I don’t want this life if you aren’t in it. It’s insanity to even suggest that I could love anyone else a fraction of the amount that I love you, even more so to insinuate I’d ever build a life with anyone other than you. So no, I don’t care about any of those things, not if I can’t have you.”

I can see the racing thoughts behind the storm in his eyes, the war my words have waged on the inner monologue he’s had for most of his life. I don’t expect to change his way of thinking instantly, but all I’m looking for is just a ripple, a slight shift in the tide, something to work with and build over time because I’m not fucking going anywhere.

This man deserves someone to fight for him and I was meant to dawn this armor.

Jasper

“You have to know that you have an out, you don’t have to do this.” She’s stepping forward to cup my face and the depth of her eyes has me in a trance.

“I’m already all in, I’ve been in since the moment I met you. Stop offering outs, no amount of harsh truths are going to scare me away. It’s me and you.” She says it with such conviction my breath stutters.

“Me and you?” Unreal, this anchor holding me to earth, this angel willing to brave this life with me.

“Always.” She confirms my fate - our fate, like a simple fact. Short and sweet, just like her

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[majorproblems77]

Hello LU fans! I'm back with another LU update analysis! :D

Are you ready cause there's so much to unpack I'm gonna be here a while. Like last time I'm gonna put a timer on lmao, see how long this takes me.

As always grab your popcorn and drink of choice, cause we need hydration in this life.

all art belongs to @linkeduniverse and Jojo, and if I pull panels from any other pages I'll let you know where it's from! :D

Obviously spoilers for Dawn 8 :D

And a note, I've not played TP or WW, you'll see why thats important later.

Let us begin, shall we!

Man, Poor wild, he's probably beating himself up like there's no tomorrow right now. He looks HORIFIED.

Probably because in technicality, he failed.

I love how he's holding his sword here too. Kinda acting as a shield to the conversation.

Same expression as wild. He also looks horrified. Infact the resemblance between these two in uncanny.

Man time really is the dad isnt he. Unimpressed dad look at 12'oclock. Jokes aside he doesn't look angry about it. He looks like he now gathering information from those who finished the fight. As we know once he left with Twilight he was the only other one to not make it back to the fight.

Thats a fair sentence, thinking about it, I think the only other game where Iron Knuckles appear is in one of Hyrule's games? I'm surprised he's not mentioned anything about it.

Most of the others do have armoured enemies though. So while the others dont have direct experience I assume they have the basics.

All but, Sky and Wars None of them fight armoured enemies like that in their games.

I assume because he's defeated this thing like it was a guardian (Stasis and then wailing on it cause that's what i would do lmao) He assumed it was defeated when it exploded into pieces. Like guardians are prone to do. tbh he was probably gonna go back to look for loot at some point.

You tell them Wind. The small hero, underestimated by everyone BUT Time. Was correct thank you.

Justice for the windy boy.

God Wild really is beating himself up about this. I love the fact that we see four's reaction to this statement. As to be honest. Over the last few nights, Four and Wild have had plenty of bonding moments. These guys are gonna become best friends.

And now we get Time.

The way he's looking over these panels. That look. He know's he's the leader of this group but something that Time isn't used to is making Permanent mistakes.

He has the Ocarina of Time, and when he was back in Termina every time something went wrong he could just play the song of Time and restart the three-day cycle with no trouble at all.

Time, as a person. Isnt technically used to failing.

This panel is stunning. It's what I assume is going on inside his head. It's so pretty. It's so detailed it's just oh man easily one of my favourite panels.

now you know i had to talk about panels with my beloved blorbo in.

first off he's so pretty. Jojo has really outdone herself with just how amazing these updates have looked. The lighting the shading its all just so incredible.

The first half of this panel with Sky's face. He, He is beating himself up about the injury. He had nothing to do with it but he cares so much about the rest of the group he feels bad. He kinda looks like he's thinking about it. Like he can see it. Like time did but we dont see inside Sky's head.

Makes me think about what exactly he saw.

And Twilight's face, he looks so sad. His little pout. Poor wolf boy, which we can now call you properly as the rest of them know now.

And to be honest I'm glad he's standing his ground. Mr, My injury isn't that bad before falling over. the stubborn ranch hand strikes again.

The parallels from this frame and the one from later have been mentioned elsewhere but I'm just gonna post the frame here as it's turned up. Run you coward lizard. Run.

Captain link is back. Poor warriors, he's still showing signs of being stressed. He's one of the only one's who hasn't been able to rest over the downtime that they've had. He's been busy being in charge of the group while Time was out.

I can only assume it's only a matter of time before this comes back to get him. Maybe he is next on the chopping block? (Pun kinda intended) Something could happen and he messes up and gets hurt of causes someone to get hurt.

oh and also

THE SCARF

THE SCARF THE SCARF

IT HAS RETURNED ALL HAIL THE BLUE EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BLANKET WARRIORS NEEDED YOU.

None of us did, Hyrule.

The boys ever, I'm glad they are talking about this like this. And that it's legend who's starting to throw ideas out there like this. As the one who's got the most experience in the group, it makes sense that he would be the one to start offering ideas as to Why not just how.

Because you pissed it off Sky. Because half of you pissed it off. In fact I do believe he had a bunch of panels in Shifting Shadows pt2 where you indeed pissed it off.

The entire reason it started running from you and Twilight had to track it was because of FI's reaction to his sword.

Wait... that explains the guilt. It is actually potentially Sky's fault. Or if he's anything like I think he is. He remembers that fight with the shadow and knows.

He knows.

Also, with clenched fist Sky is ready for a fight. Next time the shadow turns up I assume he's gonna go after it when it's inevitablebly goes after Twilight/Wild. Maybe he'll jump in after being told not too because the Master sword appears to be the only thing as of right now that can fight the red stuff that comes off the shadows sword.

did you hear Warriors shiver? I did.

And you'd know all about that wouldn't you Four. :D

Also

Mandatory Sky appreciation picture

Him's my beloved blorbo. He's wonderful. Such a lil guy. Bestest bean. My beloved. /pl

Anyway moving on

Oh yeah, the amount of power that the items list contains We've seen the arsenal that they have between them (in the December art).

We saw what just Time could do.

Now add the rest of them and the enemies dont stand a chance. They've just gotta figure out how to either avoid the weapons of each other or work as a team with the arsenal in hand to fight better.

Like imagine if Twilight used his gale boomerang to send Wild into the air.

(Writer brain go brr, gonna write that down)

It's basically Revalis Gale.

This man is so damn dramatic I love him

And here's the parallel frame

the shadow running towards Warriors vs running away from Twilight.

You know thinking about it... Shadow didn't shapeshift until Twilight did. The push towards Warriors was when shadow thought they were on level footing.

But when Twilight went after Dink, he was the one who had to flee because he lost his advantage.

ANGRY SKY ANGRY SKY ANGRY SKY

The man is pissed that Shadow hurt Twilight. He is so damn mad and I think that he is saying what he would assume Fi would. (With more emotion because well, Fi)

Also that last frame.

TIME AND SKY ANGST ON THE HORIZON?

time is looking towards the master sword. And he looks angry. This will absolutely have gone unnoticed by the others because if they saw he was angry it was probably just because of the conversation topic.

god I love the dynamic here and I'm excited to see if it goes anywhere

Him's I love his simple way of agreeing its wonderful.

I approve to wind let's go blow some stuff up!

Hyrule shows the group why he is called the traveller. The man just wants to go on his adventures let him go!

Sky is so proud of himself

this face says 'Look guys I didn't give it to the weird toilet hand! :D'

I love this man a healthy amount.

One last thing before I go

I love this update as a whole, seeing the group gear up and getting to see the layers of the armour and straps and fastenings being put on while they are having this discussion is amazing.

I'd give you a collection of pictures but Tumblr is being rude and I can't post more than 30. So you can have these as all four panels show what I'm talking about.

Twilight adjusting his gauntlets warriors adjusting his scarf.

Hyrule attaching his shield to his back and putting his sword strap on.

God, I love this update so much. It was amazing and I very much enjoyed it. Let me know what you think! :D

Thank you as ever for reading my rambles i appreciate you :D

Have a wonderful day and dont forget to hydrate! See you next time!

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[notfromcold]

Stipulations

My heart hurt when Ed got shackled to the rail in S2. I needed them to talk it through as a crew so fic happened.

Ed was not a master in the art of negotiation.

Or, well, that wasn't entirely true. He was great at aggressive negotiation. He was great at negotiation where there was a show of strength (or the illusion of strength) and an opponent forced to decide how much they wanted to risk. He was excellent at the old 'shot across the bow.' He wasn't great at the sort of negotiation where all you had was your earnest heart and a desire to go home.

He hadn't had much practice.

But he had his earnest heart and he wanted to go home so he was going to give it a try.

The crew had let him stay one more night. They'd even seemed chill about it. He really hadn't expected that. Now dawn light was creeping into the galley and in a few hours the crew was going to "figure this all out" as Oluwande had called it and Ed wanted to stay. He wanted to make it up to them. "Captain goes down with the ship" had always really meant "captain takes responsibility" and Ed wasn't captain anymore (was he? he felt a brief jolt of anxiety like a task left undone...no, probably not...). But he still wanted to take responsibility for what he could.

It was just....he had some stipulations.

"Stede," Ed whispered. "Stede wake up."

"Hmmph?" Stede rolled over and Ed was briefly stunned by his sleep tousled hair. God. "What is it, Ed? Are you hurting?" He looked so concerned. G o d.

"No," Ed said, "not really." Though he was hurting some - a mutiny would do that to you. "Not much... medium amount," he amended, trying to be truthful. "I just... the crew's gonna decide about me staying and I want to stay. But I don't want them to shackle me to the rail again." Ed fought down a surge of panic at the thought. "I don't like feeling trapped. It's fine if they want... I don't know, to get a few punches in. That's fair. But no surprise punches. They can do it to my face. I mean like ... they can face me about it... though I guess they can also punch my face. You know what I mean."

Ed was not going to feel trapped and he was not going to feel on edge. Everything else was fair game. But sometime during the night he'd realized he couldn't stay somewhere he didn't feel safe.

What he'd do he didn't know... but he couldn't stay. It was an awful negotiating position that boiled down to "please agree to these requirements or else I'll go back to the woods you banished me to in the first place."

Ed sighed. Then he glanced up and realized Stede looked heartbroken. Fuck.

"It's not you," Ed sighed. "I'd love to stay for you... it's just..." I might not be able to.

"It's not that," Stede said. "I just wish I hadn't. I wish they hadn't. I wish I'd protected you."

"You couldn't," Ed said. "Not exactly captain either, were you? A mutiny will do that. The whole thing about a mutiny is that it blurs who's in charge, blurs who makes decisions. And I knew what I was getting into. Not like I haven't had worse. I just..."

"You don't want it to happen again."

"Yeah."

"It wont. No one's going to punch you either. To your face or otherwise."

Ed smiled. It felt a little wobbly. But he could smile at Stede now. Stede looked so certain. Ed was not at all certain. He was pretty sure he was at least going to get punched. But Stede's optimism had always been appealing (as well as wildly sexy) so what the hell.

--

When Ed heard the crew's stipulations he laughed. A cat bell! He supposed that was fair. He'd maybe played up the sneaking around over the past few months.

But it felt - it felt like like chance to start over. Captain goes down with the ship. Captain incites a mutiny and wears a sackcloth for a while as a promise that he won't hurt his crew again. Yeah, that was fair.

And Stede's face - Stede's face - when he said "they've agreed not to hurt you - no one's going to hurt you on this ship again. You're safe."

I'm here. You're safe.

Yeah, that was.... That was.... yeah, that was... That was a lot. But it was good. Ed was pretty sure it was good.

--

So it came as an awful surprise when Jim found Ed in the shady spot he'd claimed on deck and said "Hey, about shackling you to the rail..."

Because fuck. Fuck. Of course they'd reconsider. It made sense but Ed had trusted them. And the Revenge was kind of a ways from land and maybe they'd give him back the complimentary dinghy. Hopefully they'd give him back the complimentary dinghy. But so much for cohabiting with Stede... that is... if they even let him leave at all. What if...

Apparently all this showed on his face. Because the next thing Jim said was "I think maybe you need to breathe?"

Ed took a shaky breath. "What about it?" he asked. He was pleased that his voice came out reasonably level.

"I'm really sorry we did that."

Wait. What?

"Wait. What?" Ed said.

Jim flushed. "You weren't... you were hurt and... you weren't going to hurt anyone. The rest of the stuff - not gonna apologize for that because it was fully self defense. But that... yeah."

"It's fine," Ed said. "Better to overreact than underestimate someone probably."

"It wasn't fine," Jim insisted. "It's not gonna happen again. We were... we were really jumpy. Roach made us a piñata and a cake and we nearly stabbed him. But still."

"A piñata?"

"Yeah, they wanted to like, blindfold us. To... reassure us we were safe and valued, I think?"

Ed blinked. This fucking crew.

"But yeah," Jim sighed. "You're safe and valued and shit, I guess. I don't have a piñata."

"That's okay," Ed said. "Don't need one."

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[notsoattractivearenti]

Golf Practice (Mason Mount x Reader)

WC: 1.7K

Warnings: sexually suggestive language, cursing (minors be warned)

A/N: even tho i didn't know anything about golf, i wrote this just cuz i can't resist golfer!mase (i did some research and still don't get golf lmao). also this has been sitting on my draft for a while and i forgot to post it 💀 hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 this was not proofread so apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

—

“Y/N, are you ready?”

“Wait, wait,” you fixed your shirt, grabbed your golf cap – which Mason just bought for you recently just for this occasion – and put on your shoes.

You closed and locked the bedroom door. “Okay, let’s go.”

Mason took a good look at you and couldn’t stop himself from complimenting you.

“My God, Y/N,” he gulped, “you are so fucking sexy.” 

“Oh pfft,” you tried to cover the fact that he instantly made you blush, “just keep your pants on, mister.”

“Seriously though, I really mean what I say!” He laughed.

“You look so good it’s almost hard to resist.” He continued.

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever, can we please just go???” You insisted.

“Okay, okay, off we go then.”

He grabbed the car keys then playfully slapped your butt before he sprinted his way to the car.

“Wha- Mason!” You gasped.

—

You and Mason finally arrived at the golf course. You have never been to one before, and you were a little bit stunned when you saw how big the course was.

“Mase… I thought we were going to like, smaller golf course or something.”

“Hmm, I don’t know what made you think that but this is the place I usually play with the lads.”

“And now you’re just playing… With me?”

He laughed at your question.

“Duh, this is a date, no?”

“Yeah…” You scratched your head. “I mean, I feel like this is way too big for just us. Also you know I’ve never played golf before and this kind of makes me nervous.”

Mason then leaned in and kissed you on the top of your head.

“Don’t be nervous, my love. We’re here to just simply have fun... I will teach you if you want.” He softly assured you.

You knew it was just for fun, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit – no, not a bit, very – competitive. You’re aware you can be a sore loser sometimes, and though Mason has seen that side of you a few times, you still didn’t want to be a pain in the ass when losing especially on a sport you have not even one clue about.

“Okay, but you know I still want to win, right?” You bluntly told him.

“Of course.” He nodded and smiled.

“But just so you know, I’m so good at this you probably have little to no chance of winning this time, Y/L/N.” He said smugly.

“Oh, it’s on like a prawn who yawns at dawn, Mount.”

—

The entire time, Mason was the one driving the golf cart. You both were chatting away while your eyes were wandering around the course.

“Imagine having a course this big in your backyard,” you said to yourself, “pretty hard to maintain, I assume.”

“I mean, you sure can pay people to take care of it.” Mason chimed in.

“Yeah, if I have the money to pay them.” You shook your head.

“If you have a golf course in your backyard, then you must definitely have tons of money beforehand, Y/N!” He laughed.

“Do you see our future house with a golf course, hun?” You asked him.

“I don’t know, maybe?” He answered. “But I want a small football pitch more, though.”

“Yes, that sounds more like us. I like that idea as well.” You agreed to him.

“I would love to practice with our kids there one day. That would be great, right Y/N?”

You smiled. You do love the idea of playing football with your future little family in the backyard one day.

“Sounds wonderful.”

—

“Okay, I’ll go first.” Mason said as he took two golf clubs from the bag, then handed one for you.

“Watch how I play closely, yeah?”

“Mmm, gladly.” You responded jokily, as you stood slightly behind him.

This time, you made him blush. He shook his head and cleared his throat, then fixed his posture before making a move.

“Nice butt, by the way.” You teased him.

“Y/N!” He briefly tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes. “Focus, please.”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” you giggled, “go on baby.”

He got into position and swung the club. You both then carefully watched where the ball landed.

“Alright, that’s my mark,” Mason pointed out at where the ball was, “try to hit your ball further if you can.”

“But I doubt you can.” He sarcastically murmured.

“Uh, I heard that!”

You then walked back to the initial spot and tried to imitate Mason’s posture before swinging the ball.

“Mase, is this correct?” You asked.

“Hmm, not quite.” He replied.

“Is it alright if I stand behind you to help?” He politely asked – a real gentleman he is.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You agreed. “Just try not to get hard, yeah?”

He immediately snorted and laughed.

“I’ll take my chances.” He funnily responded back.

He stood right behind you and started helping fix your posture until it felt right.

“Don’t hold back while swinging. Put your full strength on it.” He suggested.

“Like this?”

You gave yourself a try at swinging the golf club. You didn’t see it but you almost hit him on the head with the club.

“Whoop, careful!” He put down the club. “Here, I’ll guide you.”

He put his arms around yours and carefully guided you the right way to swing. With him gently helping you this close, you couldn’t exactly pay good attention to what he was trying to teach you. 

“This feels so intimate.” You blurted it out.

He chuckled.

“Focus, Y/N. You want to win, no?”

You nodded. My God, I love it when he is in this serious mode, you thought to yourself. The truth was you started to feel slightly turned on, but you were trying to resist your urge since you also genuinely wanted to learn how to play golf – you were basically fighting for your life. You were supposed to learn and practice with your “personal coach” but your mind was filled with filthy thoughts about the things you wanted your boyfriend – who was guiding you through your first-ever golf game at the moment – to do to you.

“Y/N, are you still with me?”

Whoops, you just realized you were so caught up with your thoughts you were spaced out for a bit – and of course Mason noticed.

“Yeah, yeah, I am. Sorry.”

After a few tries, you told Mason you finally felt ready to take your first swing. He stepped back and cheered you on.

“Let’s go my love!”

You got into position then tried to swing your golf club, but you failed to hit the ball. Both you and Mason suddenly burst into laughter.

“Y/N, you’re the prettiest but what a terrible golfer you are!” Mason made fun of you.

“Shut up Mase! That was only the first try!” You defended yourself.

You gave it another try, this time you did hit the ball but it was definitely not a good shot. The ball only landed around 30 centimeters across from you – you didn’t hit the ball hard enough and obviously, Mason’s was way further.

“Fuck!” You yelled in frustration.

“That’s fine, baby, you’re fine!” Mason rubbed your shoulders and kissed your head. “Well done nevertheless.”

—

At the end of the game, it was clear that Mason won. You don’t like to lose, no, but you were totally fine losing to him since golfing was very new to you. But for someone who could be very impatient most times, golf actually helped you exercise your patience even for a tiny bit. At the beginning, you repeatedly expressed a lot of frustration especially when the ball didn’t get into the hole, but slowly you learned how to be more calm and eventually after a few rounds less swear words came out of your mouth. Also, having a cute, hot date did make it a lot more fun.

Mason was happy to beat you but he lowkey wanted you to win – just because he loves to see you win. He never thought you would agree on a golf date, knowing you have never played before or have never shown any interest in the sport. He initially thought of doing miniature golf with you, but somehow he changed his mind and brought you to an actual golf course instead. He even bought you a brand new golf cap merely because he got so excited to go golfing with you. He also really enjoyed helping you practice, he thought it was the best thing that happened today.

“This was so fun, my love. Thanks for doing this with me.” He said at the end of the date.

He then gave you a quick kiss on your lips.

“Fun for you, meh for me.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“What can I say? I’m just that good.” He bragged.

“Mmhm, I’ll give it to you this time. Next time, I’m going to beat your ass.” You said to him.

He grinned widely and patted your head.

“Sure, kid. Looking forward to the next one. And the other next ones.”

—

Now back at home, after you changed your clothes you saw Mason sitting at the backyard, cleaning the used golf clubs before storing them. You decided to join him there – you quietly approached him then hugged him from behind. He was a little surprised – even jumped out of his seat a little – when you did that but he tried to hide it from you.

“I knew you were coming, I can smell your perfume from afar.” This was his attempt to save his face.

“Oh I believe you.” You giggled as you kissed his cheek.

“You know, Mase,” you gently caressed his arm and seductively whispered into his ear, “I would very much love it if you smash me like you smashed the golf balls today.”

His eyebrow was raised quickly and he immediately turned his head towards you.

“Oh, really?”

You smirked.

“Mmhmm… Consider that as your prize for today.”

“Yeah? Do you really want me to uh, “smash” you as hard as I did to those balls?” He bit his lip as he teased you.

“Harder.” You emphasized.

“Well, since you asked for it…” Mason stood up, picked you up then started kissing your neck and lips, “it is my duty to deliver.”

—

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[shuhwaa]

Aespa Reaction | You stealing their first kiss

Aespa all members x gn!reader genre: fluff, reaction warnings: none

Author's note: I present to you: some fluff for a change and also wow, my first thing to post here in almost two months???

Karina:

gasps and pulls back in shock the second your lips brush against hers

"Oh my god- I didn't-" - stammers about while slamming both hands over her mouth, both surprised by your kiss and her reaction to it

"I mean-!" - even though she's struggling to speak, the deep blush on her face is making it pretty clear what she's trying to convey to you

you ask if you were going too fast and if you should've warned her beforehand that you wanted to kiss her, to which she stutters an incoherent answer again, before finally managing to tell you that that was her first kiss

and now you begin to understand why she's panicking so much

you reach out for her hands and take them into yours, squeezing them tightly before whispering the question if you could kiss her

she nods, taking a deep breath, and when you go slow this time, you can immediately feel her melt against you as you kiss her

Giselle:

raises her eyebrows at you after receiving a short peck on the lips from you

she's definitely taken by surprise, and for a second you get the impression that you've just gone too far and you're about to apologize

but that's when the blush on her cheeks becomes apparent and she laughs awkwardly

"I... didn't know you like me in that way..."

you do say sorry after all, but she's quick to stop you

"No, I mean... I liked it." - she adds those last words very quietly, before throwing you a challenging look

you're relieved, and so you fail to notice that she's simply waiting for you to kiss her again and eventually she speaks up

"Don't you wanna do it again?"

as you draw closer and she wraps her arms around your shoulders, she adds,

"And kiss me properly this time."

Winter:

she frowns at you after you pull back, and you get ready to softly laugh at her expression, thinking she's just embarrassed at first

however, when she starts scolding you about how you can't just kiss someone without asking first, you realize your mistake

she watches as you apologize, her cheeks heating up more and more, and then eventually she just looks away in a sorry attempt to hide her blushing face

"And besides... that was my first kiss..." - she admits and it makes you apologize even harder cjjxjxjxjhxjxj

"Stop saying sorry! I... it's not that I didn't like it... I was just startled..." 

shyly looking over to you, she now draws closer without breaking eye contact

"Can we... try that again? A little slower this time?"

and who are you to say no to that?

so you do as asked - you cup her face with your hand and you kiss her again, soft and careful, and while pouring all of your feelings for her into a gentle kiss

Ningning:

the second your lips leave hers she just laughs because of how flustered she is

and then when it dawns on her what just happened, she goes very quiet

"Did you...?" - can't even form a full sentence

just goes back to giggling about it until she registers the blank expression on your face and finally stops herself

"No I-! Don't misunderstand! I didn't-!" - still can't form a coherent sentence, and now that she's fanning herself with one hand you notice the way her ears have gone beet red

when she finally collects herself she leans a little closer, meeting you with a sincere look in her eyes

"I like you too." - she tells you that while staying serious, and as her gaze drops to your lips, she eventually starts chuckling again

"Aren't you gonna kiss me again?"

whether you take her up on the offer immediately or you're too stunned to move - she will make sure her lips are on yours again eventually

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: request by anon. I hope you'll enjoy it! :)

Warnings: angst/fluff, mention of serial killer/murder.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: A serial killer was on the loose, and you matched the looks of all his victims.

wordcount: 4,1k

Masterlist

'Is this also part of your job?'

'Wait- wait! What does that mean?!' 

'It means you share similarities with his previous victims, therefore we will escort you to one of our safehouses,' Uhtred said, the FBI agent who just dropped a bomb on you after you had opened your front door, thinking it was your food delivery.

'W-what? Are you saying… are you implying I'm a serial killer's type?'

'More or less, yes, that's a blunt way of putting it.'

'Oh my god?' you grimaced, 'oh my god!'

And there you were. Somewhere in an old apartment building, on the seventh floor, on fuck knows which street, with five FBI agents keeping you company. You told them you thought five agents was a bit excessive, surely that serial killer would not be that interested in you. 

'Oh, no,' one of the agents said, 'we're only here until our colleague arrives. He will be here day and night to protect you.'

You had to admit five guys was a little much, but only one guy to protect you? That was a little disappointing.

'Is one man, you know… enough?' you frowned.

You heard all the men chuckle softly.

'Yes, ma'am,' one of them said, 'you have nothing to worry about with him.'

Well, if they say so…

You sighed and walked into the small bedroom, where you awkwardly unpacked the little suitcase you got to bring. You were too embarrassed to tell the five men in the other room that you had forgotten to pack anything to sleep in, as you were more or less rushed away from your home. But surely, that one agent wouldn't be in that small bedroom with you at night, so you thought it would be fine to just sleep in that pink lace lingerie set you were currently wearing. And since you had a washing machine in the apartment, you could wash it daily too.

You suddenly heard the men cheer and laugh as the front door of the safehouse opened, and you heard them murmur about how messed up the situation is. You swallowed hard when the realisation seemed to dawn on you there that was, in fact, a serial killer on the loose who had a type; women matching your exact description. 

You had seen some about it on the news, but had shrugged it off, as it all happened in a town rather far from yours. But apparently the killer, who they nicknamed Bloodhair, because he took the hair from his victims as a trophy, had moved around the country and was now close to your humble town.

You heard the five agents depart after a few more laughs and jokes, and then you decided to peek around the corner, to see who on earth you would be stuck with 24/7, for who knows how long. You sneakily laid eyes upon the man as he had his back turned to you while looking out of the window, sipping a hot drink from a single-use cup. He was tall, lean and had dark hair, which was braided and tied back into a short ponytail, and seemed shaved off on the sides. 

You saw how he placed his cup on the table next to him and took off his black jacket, revealing his toned arms as well as a shoulder holster, which held a gun on each side, and on the table, next to his cup, you suddenly noticed a bulletproof vest. You felt intrigued by the man and became uncareful, accidentally switching on the light as you leaned against the wall to get a better look at him. The agent looked up as he noticed the light had switched on and then turned around, meeting your big eyes.

'Oh,' you gasped quietly, 's-sorry,' you said and switched off the light again, embarrassed, 'I- I … walked into it,' you lied and felt your cheeks flush upon seeing his stunning face, and the tattoo on his neck.

The man immediately smirked as he tilted his head a little to the side, watching you with amused eyes as you tried to compose yourself.

'You must be the potential target,' he smiled.

Your stomach turned at his words but you shrugged at the agent, 'I've been told, yes.'

'Yeah,' the man sighed, taking another sip from his cup as he sat back on the table, 'Bloodhair's a fucking creep, but he has an eye for pretty ladies. Oh, I'm Sihtric, by the way,' the man said and got up, holding his hand out to you, 'I know your name already,' he said before you could open your mouth, 'and everything else about you, basically.'

'Oh,' you whispered and stared at the small tattoos on his fingers, 'well… not everything I hope,' you blurted out in your nervousness.

'No, really, everything. But I'll keep it all a secret,' Sihtric winked and walked past you into the bedroom, where he looked around and whistled, 'budget cuts sure hit these places.' He sighed and turned back to face you, 'don't worry, I'll sleep on the chair,' he smiled, pointing to the chair next to the bed, and your eyes grew wide.

'Oh, n-no, you don't h-have to sleep in the room,' you tried to dismiss the offer, remembering your lace, somewhat see-through, underwear you were forced to sleep in.

'It's not a matter of discussion, lady,' Sihtric said sternly, 'it's protocol to do so. I promise I won't snore,' he winked again, and you felt your temperature rise. 'Anyway, I'm starving,' he said, 'want to grab some food?'

'I thought I wasn't supposed to leave this place?' you frowned.

'Well, on your own you shouldn't, no. But you'll be safe with me,' he smiled.

Before Sihtric could leave the safehouse with you, he had to get a clear from the agents that kept an eye on the streets around your apartment building, and you anxiously awaited their approval for a few minutes.

'Okay,' Sihtric said as he got off the phone, 'we're good to go.'

He held the door open for you and stayed close by your side as he walked you to his car, keeping his hand very lightly on your lower back. You felt yourself blush at the feeling and tried to look as calm as possible once Sihtric sat next to you, and started the car.

'What are you up for?' he asked.

'Uh… I… I don't know. Anything, I guess?' you stammered.

'You like Asian food?'

You nodded and Sihtric smiled, 'I know a good takeaway then.' 

Sihtric took you to a cosy Japanese place, where it was rather busy, so you had to wait a little while for your food to be prepared. Which gave you more than enough time to think about everything that happened that day. Overthink everything.

'So… is he, you know, closing in?' you asked.

'Bloodhair?' Sihtric asked as he leaned back against a wall.

You nodded.

'We don't know exactly where he is right now. But it does seem like he'll be passing through this city, or at least he'll pass through cities close by. He's getting predictable.' 

'Oh,' you smiled weakly, 'I see.'

You anxiously looked around the place and Sihtric studied you for a few seconds while he fidgeted with his rings.

'Are you scared?'

You nodded shyly without saying a word, and Sihtric saw you were having a rough moment as you tried to compose yourself.

'Hey,' Sihtric said softly.

He moved away from the wall and pulled you closer, swapping places and gently pushing your back against the wall. Sihtric held his hand lightly on your waist as he leaned with his other hand against the wall, towering over you.

'I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you, okay?'

You again nodded quietly and sniffled. 'Sorry,' you whispered.

'Sorry for what? It's normal to be scared,' Sihtric said and circled his arm around your waist, pressing you against his chest, 'I'd be more concerned if you weren't scared,' he chuckled lightly, 'but you're safe with me. You have my word, lady. We won't let that son of a bitch hurt another woman.'

Just as you looked up into his eyes, the restaurant employee yelled your order number, and Sihtric was quick to take your hand as he grabbed the food. And he once again held you close when you walked back to his car.

It was getting late, you were tired and ready to get some sleep. But when you remembered you had only your lace lingerie to sleep in, you felt wide awake again. You had to make sure you were in bed already before that hot FBI agent made his way into the room, to sleep on the chair, right next to your bed. You waited anxiously for a moment alone, because you obviously forgot to bring a robe too, so you couldn't just get changed and cover yourself up. And you also hadn't brought anything else comfortable enough to sleep in, you checked five times already. When Sihtric finally stepped outside on the tiny balcony, to make a phone call, you ran to the bedroom, closed the door and got changed as fast as you could. 

Before you jumped in bed you had to charge your phone, so you grabbed your charger and tried to plug it in the socket, but it was giving you a hard time, as it seemed to have some child protection lock. While you struggled with the socket, bent over in your see through lingerie, Sihtric suddenly stepped in the bedroom, getting a full clear view of your behind as you cursed at the socket.

Sihtric realised you didn't hear him, and he allowed his eyes to linger a little longer on your buttocks than they should have, and he then cleared his throat with an amused smirk. You gasped and jumped up, desperately grabbing the bed sheets to cover yourself up, and Sihtric was quick to avert his eyes, after he already enjoyed the full view.

'Lady,' Sihtric smiled as he looked at the ceiling, and walked over to the chair, 'will you not be cold with just that?' he asked as he sat down.

'No,' you said, buried under the blankets while your whole body felt on fire. But you would be cold later.

Sihtric was calmly scrolling on his phone, occasionally glancing at you, while you were doing exactly the same. And when Sihtric caught you looking at him, he smiled cheekily before you quickly looked somewhere else. And this game went of for minutes.

'How long have you been doing this job?' you eventually asked.

'Ever since I was old enough.'

'Are you married?' you blurted out, 'I- I mean… it… it can't be easy for your wi-'

'I'm not married,' Sihtric said and looked down at his feet, 'not even dating,' he sighed, 'you?'

'Oh, uh… n-no, me neither. Not married or… dating.' 

'Yeah, I knew that already,' Sihtric chuckled lightly.

'Right,' you smiled, 'you know everything about me already.'

'Well, not literally everything of course,' he laughed, 'but a lot of basic things, yes. Need to know who I'll be spending my days with for who knows how long.'

'Is that why you're single?' you blurted out again.

Sihtric stared at you and couldn't help but chuckle again. He thought you were adorable, the way you blurted out things.

'Eh,' he scratched his forehead, 'I'm sure it's part of it. Part of it is just also not finding the right person yet, I guess.'

'I guess you work an insane amount of hours,' you said and turned on your side to fully face him.

'Yes and no,' Sihtric smiled and moved the chair to fully face you, 'sure, I work a lot, but in between jobs I have a lot of time off too.'

'Must be lonely sometimes, I suppose?' you said softly, feeling bad for your handsome protector.

'It often is,' he admitted quietly, 'but what about you? What's your reason for being single?'

'Just didn't find the right person yet,' you shrugged.

'I'm sure someone's waiting to find you,' Sihtric said with a sweet smile.

'Yeah,' you grimaced, 'Bloodhair.'

Sihtric laughed and said it's better to joke about it than to cry about it, so you were keeping it together pretty good in his opinion. 

'Thanks,' you laughed and then suddenly shivered under the blankets.

'Cold?' Sihtric frowned.

'Maybe,' you admitted reluctantly. 

It was summer, but it was a chilly, rainy night. And as the apartment was rather old, you even felt cold under the sheets now. But to turn the heating on in the summer was also a little ridiculous, you thought.

'I knew it,' Sihtric chuckled, 'should I warm you?'

'Would you do that?' you laughed.

'Sure. I mean, that bed looks way more comfortable than this chair.'

'Well… okay,' you shrugged, not thinking he'd actually get in bed with you, but… he did.

Sihtric got up and took off his shirt, which was already enough to make your body temperature rise. He had already changed into some sweatpants before he walked in on the pleasant sight of you bent over earlier, and he got in bed next to you.

'Is this also part of your job?' you laughed, a little shy and nervous as you felt his body heat under the sheets.

'Oh, it's protocol,' Sihtric joked, 'you want me to…' he gestured to wrap an arm around you.

You shrugged with a soft giggle, 'I guess.' 

'Come here then, lady,' Sihtric smiled and felt a pleasant pang as he pulled you against his chest.

You felt the exact same thing and prayed you wouldn't get all sweaty, because you felt nervous upon his touch. But it was also a pleasant, comforting feeling to be this close to him.

'You do this for everyone you need to stay with?'

'Absolutely,' Sihtric grinned, 'but the last guy had a long beard and was twice my size, so he had to be the big spoon.'

You laughed out loud, and so did Sihtric, but he was quick to tell you that this was actually the first time he did something like this.

'Only because you're cute,' Sihtric chuckled, and you felt your body weaken each time you heard his mellow voice in your ear and his warm breath upon your skin.

'Oh,' you said softly, 'well… you're cute too.'

'Thanks,' Sihtric said, smiling, and he gave you a squeeze, 'good night, lady,' he then said, and switched off the light.

When you woke up the next morning you saw Sihtric with only a towel wrapped around his waist, as he went through his clothes after he had a shower. You feigned being asleep and occasionally peeked through your eyelids. His body was impressive and you enjoyed the sight. But you stopped breathing when he turned his back to you and dropped his towel, getting dressed while fully unaware that you were not asleep. And you once again enjoyed the sight.

After Sihtric had left the room you were also quick to shower and get dressed, ready for another day of doing absolutely nothing. Sihtric already had his coffee and there was breakfast waiting for you which was just freshly delivered by another FBI agent.

'Good morning,' Sihtric smiled as he adjusted his shoulder holster.

'Morning,' you said, feeling flushed, and you quietly ate your breakfast.

'I just had a call. Bloodhair is closer than expected,' Sihtric suddenly said, 'we can't go out today, I'm sorry.'

'Oh,' you said, spooked, 'it's… okay.'

Sihtric looked at you and hummed. 'I think he'll be caught within the next few days, he's getting sloppy it seems. I was told they are closing in on his exact location. So if you're lucky, you can go home soon.'

'Oh,' you said again, and finished your hot drink.

You were more than happy to go home, but you had to admit, you enjoyed Sihtric's company. Sihtric enjoyed yours too, and selfishly hoped Bloodhair might outsmart the people who are chasing him, so he could have a few more days with you in the safehouse.

'You okay?' he asked as he sat down to disassemble one of his guns.

'I guess. There's nothing I can do, except wait for him to get caught.'

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed, taking apart his weapon to clean it, as there was nothing else to do, 'he'll be caught before he ever gets near you.'

'Yeah,' you said mindlessly, feeling a strange form of arousal as you watched him take care of his firearm.

Sihtric saw your intrigued gaze and smiled when he looked back at the table, which held all the loose pieces he just took apart.

'Why don't you come sit next to me? You'll get a better look,' Sihtric said.

You didn't know what to say so you awkwardly sat down on the couch next to him, and Sihtric scooted closer, making your arms touch with every movement he made as he cleaned each part. And for no reason at all, he named every piece of the gun he held in his hand while he assembled it again.

'And lastly,' Sihtric said and turned to look in your eyes, 'you put the safety back on.'

You chuckled and watched how he slid the gun back into his holster.

'Have you ever been shot?' you asked.

'I have,' Sihtric said, 'several times, and I can't recommend it, lady,' he winked and sat back.

You smiled as you looked at him, and his eyes quickly trailed down to your lips for a second, then he looked away and cleared his throat.

'So, eh, there's not much to do here,' he said, 'but I know there's a Monopoly board in there,' he grinned as he cocked his head to the tv cabinet, 'up for a challenge?'

'Up for a challenge? I will own every street in that game by the time we're done,' you laughed.

'Oh, you think so?' Sihtric frowned, 'you do realise I play this game an awful lot while I'm doing my job, right?' he got up and took the box out of the cabinet, 'you will never win,' he said.

'You gotta pay, Sihtric!' you sighed, after hours and hours of Monopoly.

Sihtric groaned and rubbed his hands over his face, 'Fine, lady,' he said, and started to count the small pile of Monopoly money he still had left, and muttered under his breath.

'What did you say?' you frowned, smiling.

Sihtric looked up at you, annoyed, and he sighed, 'I said I don't have enough money.'

'You don't have enough money?' 

'No,' he grimaced.

You snorted. 'Say it.'

'No.'

'Say it!'

'No, I will not!'

'You're such a child,' you chuckled.

'Fine. You won,' he finally said, fighting the smile on his face as he sat back, arms crossed.

'Thank you,' you smiled as you started to put everything back in the box, and Sihtric couldn't help but smile either.

You closed the box and handed it to him, and as Sihtric took it from you, his hands touched yours and you both froze, staring into each other's eyes. Then Sihtric suddenly dropped the Monopoly box, which fell open on, scattering the floor with tiny money bills and cards, and he grabbed your face. He pulled you in and kissed you as if he had been waiting for you his entire life. His hands moved down to your lower back and you tugged at his shoulder holster, keeping him close and your lips sealed with his, until you both desperately needed some air. And then Sihtric stepped back, reluctantly.

'Fuck, sorry,' Sihtric said and shook his head lightly, 'I'm sorry. I… I shouldn't be doing that. I can't… I'm sorry, that,' he sighed and kneeled down to gather the Monopoly pieces again, 'that was a mistake, lady,' he said softly, avoiding your eyes.

'A mistake?' you said, slightly offended. You had liked the kiss, but clearly he felt it had been a mistake.

'I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry,' he said.

'A mistake,' you scoffed. You walked into the bedroom and closed the door with a slam.

Sihtric sat down on the floor and groaned lightly, trying to compose himself again. And not much later he joined you in the bedroom.

'I'm sorry,' he said again, 'I didn't mean that… are you awake?' he asked in the dark.

'Yes,' you sighed.

Then Sihtric switched on the light to look at you, but you wouldn't meet his eyes. He understood your bitterness and walked over to the chair, where he took off his shirt and changed into his sweatpants again.

'I didn't mean that kissing you was a mistake,' he said, 'I just meant that losing my self control like that was a mistake. I'm at work, lady. It wasn't very professional of me is all I meant, and I'm sorry.'

You heard he sat down in the chair while you blushed lightly at his apology.

'Why are you going to sleep on the chair?' you asked, 'don't be so ridiculous.'

Sihtric smiled softly at your hidden body under the sheets, and he snuck in bed with you again after he switched off the lights. You felt his strong, warm arm around your waist again and you pressed your body against his. Sihtric then leaned on his elbow and moved his hand up to your chin, gently pulling you towards his face, and he kissed you again, more calmly this time. You slowly turned around without breaking the kiss and moved your hands up to his neck, deepening the kiss. And after you felt the pleasant feeling of his tongue in your mouth, he abruptly broke the kiss again.

'I really want this, believe me,' Sihtric said with a raspy voice, 'but I can't…'

'I know,' you said, understanding he was truly at work right now, but Sihtric heard and also understood the disappointing undertone in your voice.

'Listen, lady,' he whispered against your lips before he gave you another soft kiss, 'I'd absolutely fuck you right now if I wasn't on the job.' He kissed your cheek, 'good night,' he said, and he laid down, his arm still around you.

You were left speechless and stared into the dark for hours until sleep finally caught you.

The next day you and Sihtric kept your regular distance again, until he got a phone call late afternoon.

'He's in town,' Sihtric said as he put on his bulletproof jacket.

'A-are you going out there?' you asked.

'No, but just gearing up in case I am needed.'

'Oh, okay,' you said, anxiously, 'you think he'll come here? I mean… there are tons of others out there who fit his type…'

'I don't think he'll come here, no,' Sihtric said as he brushed his fingers over your arm, 'I mean, he doesn't even know you exist, so it would be some weird fate if he'd end up here, finding you.'

'Well, let's hope he won't.'

'Even if he does,' Sihtric chuckled softly, 'I found you first. He'll have to fight me to get to you,' he winked.

Suddenly you heard gunshots outside, which sounded awfully close, and Sihtric pulled you away from the window, down on the floor and he laid on top of you, covering you.

'What the fuck,' you whispered, terrified as you clung onto your personal bodyguard.

'You okay?' he asked when it became quiet again outside.

'I guess so,' you said, bewildered.

Then Sihtric got a call and picked up, his body still pressed against yours on the floor. You looked at him with big eyes as he listened to whoever called him, and he spoke in a serious, polite manner. When he hung up, he looked down at you and smiled.

'They got him, lady. He got shot in the leg and is in the back of a police car now.'

'What?' you gasped as Sihtric helped you up.

'You heard me,' he chuckled, 'and eh, I got the approval to bring you home, so… pack your bags,' he smiled weakly.

After you had packed your stuff, rather slowly to simply have a little more time with Sihtric, he walked you to his car again. And despite there being no threat anymore, he still held you close.

'Thank you,' you eventually said as you were almost home, 'for keeping me safe, and making it not a horrible time.'

'You're welcome,' Sihtric smiled, 'but I was just doing my job.'

'Sure,' you chuckled and looked down at your feet when Sihtric pulled up in your street.

Before you got out of the car, you gave him a hug and kissed his cheek, and said you hoped you'd see him around again sometime, to which Sihtric smiled and pinched your cheek lightly. He watched you walk up to your front door, and before you could close it, he jumped out of his car.

'Wait!' Sihtric yelled as he jogged over, 'here,' he gave you a piece of paper with a number on it. His number.

'If you ever want to play Monopoly again,' he winked, 'I got a lot of time off the next few weeks, and, you know, it gets rather lonely.'

'A-are you sure?' you smiled.

'Yeah,' Sihtric said, 'I think I found the right person.'

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[blueraineshadows]

Love Me, Love Me Not - Part 2

Link for Part 1

Last time we saw Sebastian and MC, they were getting rather and hot and steamy. Let's see how these idiots handled that 😂

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 🌶 Spicy/Angst

For @applinsandoranges

Dawn was a cruel intruder. MC groaned into her pillow at the sounds of Imelda getting up and preparing for her early morning Quidditch training. How the fuck could she get up and do that so early after last night?

Oh, Merlin, last night!

Colour flooded MC's cheeks hotly and she cringed into the pillow. Fuzzy memories, pulsing with heat, flashed through her mind. Sebastian's hands on her skin, his mouth...oh, fuck, that mouth! Her thighs clenched tightly at the memory of him searing her neck with his kiss. She could have died! Her soul had floated up and out of her body, seeking out his so they could entwine in a swirl of fierce passion.

Had she really rubbed herself shamelessly against his dick? She slapped her hands over her face, mortified! How was she going to look him in the eye ever again?

She frowned, vaguely remembering him holding her hand, walking her back to the castle. She had moved to hold his arm, needing to feel him closer. And then, once they had arrived at the door for her dormitory, she had so desperately wanted him to kiss her. She tensed. Had she asked him to? Oh, fuck, had she? She couldn't remember!

Her hands slid from her face, her head hammering a tad from the loaded punch she had downed all night. She was alone. He wasn't in the bed beside her. She was strangely grateful. If he ever was in her bed, she wanted to be able to remember every damn moment of it.

She sat up, throwing the covers back, her bladder was screaming for release. She padded quietly towards the bathrooms feeling a bit ropey. She passed a younger student in the corridor, their gaze one of shock as she passed. She gave them a rueful grin, running a hand through her hair. She must look a right sight, hung over and bleary eyed.

Once in the bathrooms and washing her hands, she glanced up at the mirror and froze in shock. No wonder that student had been gaping.

"Oh, mother of Merlin, no!" She swore. She gingerly brought her fingers up to her neck, the whole right side of it blooming with bright red and purple bruising. She touched the tender flesh and winced. Fuck, he had devoured her!

From her ear to her collar bone were Sebastian's mouth marks, violent in colour and incredibly evident. She was stunned, but also, throbbing with utter need. There must be something very wrong in her head to be so turned on by such a sight. And, worse, she wanted more!

Flustered, her heart hammering as fiercely as her head was thumping, she hurried back to the dormitory. She gathered her things, including a soft, silk scarf, quickly showered, and made a dash from the common room. She did not want to risk running into Sebastian this morning.

A walk down to the lake cleared her head a little, but it still felt like a little soldier was marching from one temple to the other with big boots on.

She sat on a rock and thought about where this might leave her relationship with Sebastian. Did this mean they would continue on this path? Or would they become distant and awkward with each other? The fear of losing him completely made her stomach clench tightly. She looked up at the sky, the clouds thin and moving swiftly on the morning breeze. Nothing fluffy and peaceful to draw comfort from today. Just confusing reality.

But sitting here wouldn't get her any answers. She could only get them from him. With a sigh she headed back indoors. Maybe some food would help.

The thought of coming to face to face with Sebastian made her cringe. The most important thing was to save their friendship. This could not ruin that. Her heart would truly break.

As she walked towards the Great Hall she spotted Poppy and immediately remembered the conversation they'd had on the way to the party. Oh gods, if Poppy found out Sebastian had done this to her neck she would be crushed! And after Poppy had been brave enough to confide in her too. MC felt like an awful friend, cringing again at her shameful behaviour.

MC quickly pulled her hair around to cover that side of her neck as an extra measure over the silk scarf, shamefully hiding until Poppy had gone in to the hall before following. MC kept her head down and walked quickly to the Slytherin table. It was still early and the Hall hadn't filled yet, the older students especially had not arrived in their droves, preferring to remain in their beds after last night.

Ominis was in his usual spot, sipping tea and reading a book. MC took a deep breath, grateful he wouldn't be able to see her little disguise, and climbed into the seat beside him.

His head turned towards her. "Good morning, MC. How's the head?"

She groaned. "Was I that drunk?"

He smirked. "Sebastian said he had to practically carry you back to your dorm."

MC felt her cheeks warm. "What else did he say?"

Ominis tilted his head curiously. "What else was there to say?"

"Nothing," she said, quickly. "Where is he? Has he already eaten?"

Ominis still had curiosity written all over him when a familiar mop of brown hair appeared and Sebastian climbed onto the bench opposite them. He looked right at her, his smirk as confident and charming as ever. "Good morning. I'm surprised to see you up and about so early."

MC flicked her eyes nervously towards Ominis, then back to him. "I...erm...I am a bit tired," she swallowed hard. "Can we...er...can we talk?"

His eyebrows twitched playfully. "What about?"

"Oi, oi," Leander called. He came up behind Sebastian, followed by Garreth and Everett, and gripped Sebastian by the shoulders. "Alright, lover boy."

Sebastian frowned up at him, shrugging his shoulders free. "Get off," he grumbled. "What are you on about?"

Leander chuckled and gave MC a cheeky wink. "Nice scarf, MC," he said. "What you got hiding underneath that then, eh?"

MC felt her cheeks burn and she put tentative fingers up to her neck. Sebastian's gaze swung back to her, his eyes a little panicked.

"What's going on?" Ominis asked.

Leander laughed. "Didn't you hear, Gaunt? Everyone is talking about it. Sebastian and MC got down and proper dirty last night, in front of everyone."

Ominis gaped, his head turning immediately towards MC. She sucked in a horrified gasp, her eyes darting around the Hall to see that people were indeed looking their way, whispering behind their hands. She was vaguely aware of Ominis reaching out a cool hand, hunting out one of hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Sebastian's cheeks were as flushed as hers felt, he was eyeing where the scarf covered her neck.

"Fuck off, Prewett," MC muttered. She clambered to her feet, legs shaking. Everyone was staring.

Garreth took hold of Leander's arm and tugged him away. "Come on, mate. Leave it."

"Excuse me," she muttered.

She could hear their voices behind her, could feel the eyes on her back as she practically ran from the hall, running blindly for the doors. Once again, she was hot gossip, her name on everyone's lips, and this time Sebastian's name was being dragged through the mill too.

She had always tried to be discreet, ensuring boys never left a mark, but Sebastian had been a different story, with him all her control had evaporated. How had she let herself get so out of control in front of everyone like that?

She swore she was never going to drink another drop of alcohol ever again. Drowning in her need for him she had thrown the drinks back, Poppy's words haunting her. She had watched every girl at that party, her claws ready to maul if one of them so much as touched Sebastian. The hypocrisy of it was bitter, which had her reaching for more drink, trying to drown away everything.

And then she had seen him, alone, seemingly searching for someone, and she had wanted to be found. Oh, Merlin, she had thrown herself on him! And now the whole school knew!

....*....

Sebastian had launched himself up off the bench, shoving Prewett aside, and he ran after MC. The way her face had fallen hit him like a thousand hexes.

She was a swift little thing, darting through groups of students, and making for the Viaduct Courtyard at a decent lick. He sped up, bursting out into the cool morning air. "MC!" He called. "MC, wait!"

She darted to the side, her robe flicking out as she dashed behind the columned walkway. He chased her into the shadowed walk, catching up to her and seizing her arm. She went to pull away, stumbling a little, but he steadied her with his other hand. She looked up at him, a whole range of conflicting emotions flickering across her pale face. Then her bottom lip began to tremble and he felt a crushing sensation in his chest. This was all his fault.

He moved to pull her in closer, desperate to comfort her, but she held him at arms length, shaking her head. "No, don't," she gasped. She glanced around them, eyes wide. "People will see."

She may as well have cast a basic hit to his chest. He let go of her immediately and stepped back. "I'm sorry."

She stared at him, a small sigh escaping her lips as her shoulders sagged. She brushed back strands of hair from her face and took hold of his hand. "Not here, come on."

They hurried down the long, winding staircase to the boat house, the Black Lake a choppy, grey mass before them. Heavier clouds were drifting in and it looked like rain. Sebastian held tightly to her hand, fearful to let her go. Was she going to tell him to back off from her? Was this the beginning of the end? Damn him and his lack of self control. When would he ever learn to think before acting? And why was it always her that ended up getting hurt in the process? He couldn't blame her if she dumped his sorry arse. Who needed a friend like him?

The boat house was deserted at this time of day, the boats bobbing on their ropes, knocking gently into each other. MC led him inside and closed the door before releasing his hand.

"Prewett is a prick," he said.

She huffed a humourless laugh. "Would you have not done the exact same thing to him?"

His mouth tightened. "That's not the point."

"No, the point is we are the juiciest gossip in the whole school," she sighed.

Sebastian eyed her neck. "Is it bad?" He pointed awkwardly at his own neck. "Did I hurt you?"

"See for yourself," she said. She tilted her head back and to the side. The scarf slipped a little and he winced at the bruises under her ear. He stepped forward and with gentle fingers, brushed her hair back and tugged at the simple knot of her scarf. The silk slid away from her throat and she swallowed hard, her eyes flicking up to his.

His breath hissed through his teeth at the sight of her neck, the smooth flesh a colourful canvas of his lust. "Fuck, MC, I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"It doesn't hurt," she said. She attempted a small smile. "Next time, eat something before dancing."

His eyes widened. "Next time?"

Her face flushed crimson and she took a step back, reaching to tug the silk scarf back from him. "I mean, erm...you know, next time you find yourself in a situation like that."

Oh, so not necessarily with her then. He pushed a hand through his hair and nodded, trying to smile, his heart flipping madly.

She hesitated. "Did we...did you...I can't remember much about getting back to the dormitory. I didn't embarrass myself further, did I? I mean, I didn't do anything inappropriate."

"No, you were just intoxicated. Imelda took over once I got you there. I thought she was going to skin me alive when she saw the state of you."

She nodded, relieved. "Well, thank you for getting me back safely."

"Of course," he said.

An awkward silence fell between them. Thoughts and feelings twisted and turned inside of him. He wanted to touch her, wanted to hold her. The depth of his heart was on the tip of his tongue, tingling. He could just tell her, like Ominis had told him to.

"Things aren't going to be weird between us now, are they?" She asked. "You're my best friend, Seb. I'd hate for something so foolish to ruin that."

Foolish. Everything that had been balanced on the tip of his tongue vanished. He swallowed it all down, tucking it away next to his crushing disappointment. He was beginning to wonder if there would ever be a right time to tell her, maybe he should try to let it go.

"You have nothing to worry about," he assured her. He covered his tortured heart with his best smirk. He leant in and tweaked her nose playfully. "I mean, what's a hot dance between friends, right? It would take a lot more than that to get rid of me."

Relief made her face sag, and her eyes shone with tears. She stepped forward and buried her face into his chest, and of course, he wrapped her up tight, his hand gently smoothing her hair.

He would always be there to hold her when she needed him.

....*....

Instead of waking up from terrible nightmares, she was now plagued by hot, breathless dreams of Sebastian biting her neck like some kind of erotic vampire. She made a mental note to stop reading gothic fiction.

Although, stopping the gothic fiction wasn't going to stop her getting hot and flustered over Sebastian apparently. She found herself staring at his mouth more often now, and even worse, she would catch herself eyeing his trouser area, remembering the feel of him, hot and hard against her body.

One afternoon, she found herself alone with him in the Undercroft. They were quietly studying, quills scratching away on parchment. She paused to watch him, admiring the way his hair fell across his forehead. He sighed, brows drawing together, lips pursed as he read his text book. Now she knew what those lips felt like on her skin, but how would they feel on her mouth? He pushed his hair back with long fingers, the strands falling softly against each other, the firelight glinting on the streaks of gold lightened by the sun.

What was going to happen when they graduated? What if she hardly ever saw him again? It was a sobering thought.

"What are you staring at? Do I have the remains of lunch around my mouth or something?"

His eyes swung towards her, his smirk delicious. She bit back her smile, and failed. "Sorry, I was just thinking."

His gaze turned curious. "About?"

She took a steadying breath. "About what happens when we leave here," she said. "After graduation. I have no idea what I am going to do. I mean, I've finally found a place where I feel I belong, and all too soon I will have to leave it."

Sebastian put down his quill and leant towards her. "Have you any thoughts on where you want to go?"

She shrugged. "Not really," she admitted. "I don't really have anywhere to go. I suppose I could try and get my old job back at the cafe, stay there until I decide what I want. What about you?"

He frowned, thinking. Her heart clenched a little. For some reason, it was important for her to know what he was going to do. It was almost like panic, what seized her, fear of him slipping out of her reach.

"Well," he said. "I did think about applying for the Auror program, however I'm not so sure now. I'm a fair hand at research, I know my way around a library, so perhaps something along the lines of that. Either way, I don't want to farm fields for the rest of my life."

"Even though it looks good on you?" She smiled.

He chuckled. "Want a closer inspection?"

MC had to clench her thighs at the naughty gleam in his eye. "This conversation is becoming rather improper, Mr Sallow." She spoke primly but he wasn't buying any of it.

"You started it," he grinned.

She sighed, rolling her eyes, and flipped the page over in her book, but she wasn't really paying much attention to it. Her smiled slipped a little and she fixed her gaze on him. "Whatever we do after graduation, I do know that I will miss this," she said. She indicated the two of them sitting together. "I will miss being able to do stuff like this with you everyday."

He reached across the table and put his hand over hers. She resisted the urge to twist her palm up and clasp it properly. "Don't think you'll be getting rid of me that easily," he said. "You won't be the only one missing this time we have together. I'm not going to just walk away and leave you behind."

"You promise?"

"I promise." His warm, brown eyes were earnest, his expression soft as he looked at her. He brushed his hand lightly over hers and a riot of goosebumps spread up her arm.

"Careful, I might hold you to that," she said.

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

....*....

As the term moved along, MC threw herself into her schoolwork to distract herself from Sebastian, and soon the weeks slipped by and Christmas was upon them. She had kept her head down and worked hard, no booze, no boys. She was feeling more in control than she had in a long while. Perhaps they could have a nice, normal Christmas. Their last here at Hogwarts.

After a gift shopping trip in Hogsmeade, MC sat in the Three Broomsticks with Poppy and Natty. She took a long sip of her butterbeer and smiled at her friends. "Did you get all your gifts?"

Natty gave Poppy a nudge. "Poppy even got one for Leander," she grinned.

Poppy flushed. "It's just a little thank you for all the help he has given me at the beast pens," she said.

"And the rest," Natty giggled.

"Oh, what's this? What have I missed?" MC asked, sitting up straighter.

Poppy squirmed a little, but a little grin won out on her mouth. "We may have had a little kiss."

MC gaped. "Poppy! You go girl. Was it nice?"

"It was...wet?" Poppy screwed her nose up a little. "Not much like how you read it in a romance novel to be honest."

MC snorted into her butterbeer, coughing a little as she choked back a giggle. "Give it another go, practise makes perfect. If not with Leander, then perhaps someone else."

Poppy's face lit up with curiosity. "Yes, this is what I need. Got any other tips? What's it like when things start moving under the clothes?"

MC gasped. Her cheeks blushing a little. "What makes you think I know about that?"

Poppy hesitated, blushing herself. "Oh, sorry. I thought...well, you are a bit more experienced at these things."

Natty grabbed up her butterbeer, interested eyes flicking between her two buddies.

"Kissing perhaps," MC admitted. "But I've never, you know..." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "I've never taken a boy to bed."

Natty looked surprised. "Not even Sebastian?"

MC swallowed and twisted her drink on the table top. "Not even him."

Both Poppy and Natty sighed in disappointment at the same time. MC looked at them both, a furrow on her brow. "What?"

Poppy squeezed her hands into little fists and thumped them down on the table as she said. "But, you love him, right? You must do!"

"He...he's my best friend!" MC spluttered. Shock made her mouth drop. Where had that come from?

Natty reached out and put her hand over MC's. "It's alright, MC," she said. "You can tell us. But, it is fairly obvious. The way you two look at each other, everyone wants someone to look at them that way. I think it's all rather lovely."

MC stared at them both. Her heart sped up a bit. "What do you mean, how do we look at each other?"

"Infatuation," Poppy said firmly. "That's the word I would use. And, as for the Halloween party..."

MC held her hand up. "Nope, don't even go there. This is getting a bit out of hand now."

"Why, did we hit too close to home?" Natty smirked.

MC snatched up her drink, her whole body burning at what they were suggesting. It was nonsense. It was wishful thinking. It was waking up everything she had buried away, deeply away, over the last few weeks. She drank down some more of her drink, her blood flowing fast and hot.

Infatuation. She took a shaky breath. And she didn't miss the little knowing smirk shared between the other two girls. Dare she believe it?

....*....

Most of the school had gone home for the Christmas holidays, but a few of the 7th year students elected to stay and make the most of the school in their last year.

Sebastian finished wrapping the Christmas gift he had bought for MC. He fiddled with the bow, knowing that he had spent far too much money, and he hoped he hadn't gone too over the top.

His guilt over what had happened at Halloween still clung to him. Her neck had been a masterpiece displaying the loss of his self control. He wouldn't have blamed her if she had blanked him after what he had done. But she hadn't.

She hadn't come back for more either.

His restraint around her was now on a tight leash. He was nothing but a gentleman, aside from a little playful flirting, but then they had always done that.

Seeing her being mocked like that in the Great Hall had cut him deep. He had pounded Leander for the little bitch he was at duelling practise for that.

He was also glad to notice that she didn't seem to have a boy hanging around her anymore. He had been sick of listening to the gutter talk in the Quidditch changing rooms. She had a taste for Quidditch players it would seem. It made him feel sick, and the Undercroft had taken some real punishment in the effort to ease his jealous fury.

However, things had been quiet lately. Ominis had dropped a few hints about confessing how he really felt, but he brushed him off. She had been so scared of ruining their friendship after Halloween, and he didn't want to do that either. So, he kept his mouth shut. All he wanted was for her to be happy. It was what she deserved.

Once wrapped, he hid the gift in his trunk, ready for when he could give it to her on Christmas day. Then, he went to the common room in search of Ominis.

"Where is everyone?" He asked.

"MC said that she was meeting Poppy and a few others in the Clock Tower," Ominis said. "Did you want to go along?"

"Sure, why not? I'm feeling sociable."

....*....

MC was on her third glass of mulled wine, her cheeks rosy, and eyes bright as she sat and chatted with her friends. Snow was falling gently outside, but the frigid Highland air was being kept out by a rather impressive warming charm.

There was a large Christmas tree in the corner decorated in the latest Victorian fashion. MC was starting to feel rather in the spirit of the season and was glad she had opted to stay at the castle.

As the evening wore on, the lads brought the firewhiskey flasks out. MC declined, sticking with the mulled wine that Garreth's mum had given him the recipe for. It was actually rather good.

She found herself sitting in a circle of her friends, chatting and telling jokes. Sebastian, Ominis, Poppy, Natty, Everett, Garreth, Leander, Imelda and Amit. They were trying to come up with a game to play, something for the adults, as Imelda cheekily put it.

"Truth or dare?" Garreth suggested.

"Hmm, that could turn dangerous very quickly," Ominis said.

"That's half the fun," Sebastian chuckled.

"It's got to be something at least a little risky," Imelda said. "Come on, are you winners or are you wimps?"

"It's not bloody Quidditch," Leander grumbled. He shot the girls a sly grin. He tugged his wand out of his pocket and gave it a rather skilled twirl. "How about a game of Spin the Wand?"

There was a jumble of groans and giggles around the circle, the boys looking a lot more keen than the girls, although Poppy was flushing a lovely shade of pink.

MC flicked her gaze towards Sebastian, he caught her eye and smirked. She licked her lips. This could prove more dangerous than truth or dare. She looked at Ominis, waiting for him to shoot this game down too, but he didn't. If anything, he looked curious.

"Okay, let's do this," Leander said. "We all take turns spinning our wand in the centre of the circle, whomever the wand points to, you have to kiss them under the mistletoe. Who's in?"

Everyone glanced around the circle, and nobody was backing out. MC felt her heart begin to thump a little faster.

"What kind of kiss?" Amit asked, timidly.

"At least a minute," Imelda said promptly. "No quick pecks, and it has to be on the mouth."

They all nodded, expectation thick in the air. Natty lifted her wand and charmed a little sand timer to time the kisses, and Poppy charmed a large bunch of mistletoe for them to kiss under, throwing MC a little smirk as she did so.

"I'll go first seeing as I suggested it," Leander said. He leaned in to spin his wand.

"Can't wait to get a snog more like," Garreth sniggered.

Leander grinned and spun his wand. Everyone watched it, spinning round and round, finally slowing to a stop. It was pointing at Imelda. Leander looked a little bit scared and MC covered her mouth with her hand, smothering a chuckle.

"Come on then, Prewett," Imelda said. She got to her feet and moved under the mistletoe. "Pucker up, bitch."

Everyone laughed as Leander moved to join her. He didn't quite know what to do with his hands, all flustered and awkward. Imelda sighed and grabbed his face with both hands, planting her mouth firmly against his.

Poppy gasped, her face falling a little as she watched them. Again, MC debated the risk this game posed. Garreth pumped his fist in the air as Natty flipped the timer. MC watched them kiss, a steady flood of colour darkening Leander's face.

Wow, a minute felt like a long time.

MC glanced around the circle wondering what it would be like to kiss any of them for a minute. Sebastian was obviously the one that made her heart pound, but then, she didn't want to kiss him for the first time in front of everyone. She trusted Ominis, and Poppy, and figured they would feel safe. As for the others, she felt a bit nervous.

The minute was up. Imelda broke away, cool and unflustered as she retook her spot in the circle. Leander was blushing madly, a stupid grin on his face. He gave Garreth a nudge as he sat down next to him. "Go on then, mate. Your turn."

Garreth clapped his hands together, rubbing them as though warming them up, before taking out his wand. He leant forward to spin it.

"No cheating," Everett warned. "We know who you want it to land on."

Leander chuckled, his eyes darting towards Poppy. She didn't notice, she was too busy watching Garreth, her own wand already out and ready for her turn.

Garreth's wand spun quickly, the wood grating against the stone floor. It slowed and stopped and MC felt her cheeks bloom with warmth. It was pointing at her. Her gaze lifted to Garreth and he too was blushing a deep red.

Leander gave a delighted laugh and slapped Garreth on the shoulder. "Fucking hell, Garreth! Nice catch!"

Everett leant in towards Amit. "I knew he would cheat. So obvious."

Everyone looked at MC and she managed a smile. Her gaze flicked towards Sebastian and she was surprised to see his expression tight, his jaw working against the clench of his teeth. He did not look happy. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, more about Sebastian's reaction than the thought of having to kiss Garreth.

She stood and moved towards the mistletoe. She took a steadying breath. It was just a kiss. She had kissed a boy before. Nothing to it.

Garreth came up towards her. He was taller than she expected up close, and his eyes were actually a very pretty green. He gave her an awkward smile. "I apologise in advance if this is rubbish," he said.

She felt her nerves slip away at those words. She noted the eager faces of Leander and Everett, poised and ready to make a joke out of this. She knew how it felt to suffer that kind of mockery. She felt a pang of empathy for Garreth and decided to make this easy for him.

She leant in towards him. "Don't worry, just follow my lead," she whispered.

Fully aware that Sebastian was watching this, she reached out to grab the front of Garreth's jumper, tugging him closer. He gave a little squeak of surprise and she smiled before going up on tiptoes to press her mouth against his.

His lips were warm, soft, and he tasted of firewhiskey and chocolate fudge. She could feel his nerves, but he was gentle, taking care not to take advantage. She deepened the kiss, the sand slipping through the timer as she swirled her tongue against his. He gasped softly, his hand moving to press against the small of her back. Her hand moved up to cup his face. He was good, very good.

If she had been looking down at her circle of friends, she would have seen the gaping mouths of Poppy and Natty, the look of surprised wonder on Leander's. She would have also seen the curious tilt of Ominis' head, and the quiet, dark fury on Sebastian's face. Poppy glanced at Sebastian, saw his expression, and gave Natty a quick nudge. She nodded for Natty to look, and when Natty saw, she looked at Poppy, biting her bottom lip in knowing concern.

The sand ran out, Garreth and MC continued to kiss, oblivious that their time was up. Natty noticed. "Erm, times up guys," she said.

Everyone glanced around the circle at her words, and then looked back at Garreth and MC as they continued to kiss. In an instant, Sebastian was on his feet. He grabbed Garreth's sleeve. "Hey, she said the time's up," he bit out. "That means stop."

Garreth jumped, released MC, and she quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She met Sebastian's gaze and flushed under the intensity of his glare. However, she had not forgotten about Garreth's own nerves and she reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked at her uncertain, and she smiled. "That was nice. Thank you."

Garreth looked dazed, flushed, and then he grinned widely. When he went to sit down, Leander clapped him on the back again. "Nice one, mate. Not going to lie, I'm a little jealous."

Imelda threw him a scowl at that comment.

MC's heart lurched for Poppy, and caught her little frown of disappointment. Prewett could be a real arse sometimes, his mouth moved before his brain could kick in. His words were starting to slur together a little, clearly he'd had a few too many gulps of firewhiskey.

Sebastian took hold of MC's arm and led her back to the circle, clearly wanting her to sit with him. She felt tense, poised, as though this was about to go very wrong. Sebastian was coiled tight like a spring, just waiting to be released.

Leander clapped his hands. "Right then, who's up next?" He gave MC a little smirk. "You never know, maybe you can tick another lad off your kiss list, MC."

Gasps sounded around the circle. Poppy looked furious. "Leander!" She cried.

Sebastian was instantly on his feet, wand out, aiming it right at Leander's face. "Watch your mouth, Prewett," he snarled.

Leander scrambled up onto his own feet, wand out. "What's the matter, Sallow, did I hit a nerve?"

MC leapt up next and grabbed Sebastian's arm, she knew that look on his face. "Leave it," she hissed.

Everyone was on their feet now, not wanting to get caught in any cross fire.

"You need to learn some bloody respect," Sebastian growled.

"It was only a joke," Leander said. He gave MC a sheepish look. "I didn't mean anything by it. And it wasn't exactly a lie. MC has kissed a few of the lads."

"And you're just jealous because you weren't one of them," Everett chuckled. "Come on, Leander. She isn't going to want to kiss you after this. I reckon the game is over, sadly."

"Oh, the game is definitely over," Sebastian snapped.

"At least I can admit it though," Leander said. "I'd kiss her, of course I would. Unlike you, Sallow. You've been giving her the eye since 5th year but you're too much of a pussy to do anything about it. I thought you'd finally cracked it at Halloween, but it would seem not. What's the matter, did she knock you back?"

Silence. The only sound was the soft swish of the pendulum above their heads.

MC could see the stunned faces of her friends, the softly falling snow through the doorway, the flicker of candles and festive baubles. It was so still though, as if the room was holding its breath.

She took every detail in, but most of all, she was keenly concentrating on Sebastian. Her own shocked heart thudding madly against her ribs. This was the second time this week that someone had pointed out that there was something between her and Sebastian. She stared at him, but he couldn't even look her way.

Sebastian was shaking with his fury, and MC knew all of his tells, he was about to cast the first strike. She leapt forward, knocking his wand arm sideways, just as a spell shot from the tip.

Two things happened at once. The Christmas tree exploded, shiny trinkets and sparks flying in all directions as Sebastian's spell hit it. The second thing was Leander, flying backwards, hitting the floor with a thud before sliding to a stop against the black metal fence.

Everyone had jumped backwards, shouting and calling out. MC spun, confused. How had the tree and Leander both been hit?

The answer was Poppy. She was standing just behind MC, her wand pointed towards Leander, her face set in ferocious determination.

"Poppy!" MC gasped.

Poppy scowled and lowered her wand. "He deserved it." It was scary how calm she sounded.

"Could someone please tell me what in Merlin's name is going on?" Ominis demanded.

MC looked to Sebastian, his face was flushed, his eyes flashing with fury. He locked gazes with her, his eyes softened a little, but he was wound up so tight, his chest heaving with his breaths.

She took a step towards him, hand outstretched. "Seb..."

"I can't do this," he muttered.

She frowned in confusion. "Do what?"

He shook his head. "I'm sorry."

He turned and ran for the courtyard. MC stared after him for a moment, stunned. "No, wait!"

"Where's he going?" Poppy asked.

MC didn't know, but she was going to find out. She took off after him, her heart in her mouth. They had to talk. There was too much up in the air now, a swirl of emotions tumbled in her gut, and she needed some answers.

She could hear her name being shouted, but she ignored them, sprinting after Sebastian as he disappeared onto the covered bridge. His feet thundered across the wood, hers desperately chasing after him.

"Sebastian, wait, please." She panted. He was too fast, she would never catch him.

She pulled out her wand and flicked it towards his back. "Arresto Momentum!"

He slowed right down and she ran past him, spinning to a stop so she stood facing him. She gripped the front of his woolen jumper before releasing the spell. He staggered right into her, the pair of them stumbling chaotically into the barrier fence of the bridge.

She yelped as he crushed her, but she refused to let go of him, not wanting him to start running again.

"What the fuck?" He yelled. He gripped her wrist where she held him, straightening. "Let go."

They had fought before, many times, she wasn't afraid to bite back.

"You don't get to run away from me like that," she growled. "We need to talk."

"Okay, let's talk," he bit out. He thrust his face up close to hers. "Enjoyed kissing Weasley, did you? Didn't even hear the timer had run out."

She gasped and then scowled. "I didn't chase you down to talk about Garreth."

He pulled a sickening face and mimicked what she had said. "Oh, thank you, Garreth, that was nice!" Then his face twisted into something feral. "Beautiful bit of feedback. I bet you made his fucking night."

"It was just a game!" She protested.

"What about Halloween, MC? Huh? How did that feel? Was that nice, too? Or did I not live up to your standards? Maybe that was just a game too."

She gulped. His face was so close, his eyes blazing, the fury seeping from him in waves. Her waist was crushed up against the wooden railing behind her and the wind whipped freezing flakes through her flying hair.

"Seb..." She said, breathing so hard it hurt her lungs.

His fingers gripped her shoulders, shaking her a little. "Well? Tell me the truth. How did I make you feel?"

He looked desperate, wild. If she was honest, his intensity did scare her a little, and yet her body was firing up, heat exploding through her veins at the way he was pressed up against her. The memory of Halloween night made her lick her lips, and his gaze dropped to her mouth, his expression morphing into something darkly ravenous.

"You're..you're jealous," she gasped.

His hand gripped her face, his freezing fingers almost soothing against the burn of her cheeks. He dragged the pad of his thumb downwards over her lips, parting them. "You have no fucking idea," he groaned.

He trailed his thumb back along her lower lip, his eyes following the movement. "Watching him kiss you like that..." His own mouth moved lower, dipping towards hers. "I wanted to kill him, blast him right out of your arms."

Her fingers tightened their grip on his jumper, her heart felt like it was going to hammer its way right through her rib cage, and her mouth was tingling with anticipation at the thought that he was about to kiss her.

"You still haven't answered my question," he asked. His eyes lifted to hers. "How do I make you feel?"

She swallowed, the movement making her lips brush against his thumb. She whimpered a little. "Like...like my skin is going to burst into flame if you touch it," she admitted.

He slid his hand from her face, fingers trailing over her jaw and down to the column of her throat. "Like this?"

She sucked in a sharp breath, her throat working as he teased delicate finger tips up towards her ear. Her hips fidgeted against him. "Seb..."

His face moved even closer, the tip of his nose brushing against hers, his breath hot on her cold skin. She could smell the firewhiskey, the scent of his skin, her lips were hungry for a taste. Impatient, she moved to kiss him, but he pulled back from her a little, his lips twisting into a satisfied smirk.

"Hmm, you really want me to kiss you, don't you?"

"Isn't that what you want, too?"

"Aren't you scared about what that might mean? If we cross that line, MC, could we ever step back over it?"

"Since when have you ever paused before rushing in to something?"

He pulled back a little, the cold air rushing in to replace the warmth of his breath on her face. His face was conflicted. "I can't lose you," he whispered.

MC was done going over the same thing in her head and in her heart. He was going to send her crazy if they kept going round and round in circles like this. One of them had to take that leap, dive into the unknown and hope to Merlin that it wasn't an empty cloud, and they wouldn't tumble down to a nasty end.

She reached up to touch his face, finger tips trailing across his eyebrow and down to sweep across his cheekbone. How many times had she looked on this handsome face? She knew every line, every dip and curve. She knew his smile, his sadness, his fury, his determination and his pain. Just now, she had caught a glimpse of his desire in the way he had looked at her mouth. It made her tremble, ache sharply in places that needed a release she was sure only he could ease. She traced his freckles, sliding down to his lips. They were soft, inviting.

"You're not going to lose me," she promised.

He stared at her, eyes darkening, his head lowering down towards her again. He hesitated, a mere breath away from her lips, but she was done waiting. She pressed her mouth to his, lips tasting lips, a soft teasing taste.

They both paused and smiled. His body seemed to relax, moulding softly against her, like he was letting go of something that had held him in a tight grip.

His next kiss was firmer, hungrier, his hands holding her in a desperate grip. He moaned, deeply, his mouth parting and MC didn't hesitate. She claimed his mouth, so much pent up hunger pouring out of her as their tongues slid together. She moaned into his mouth, reaching up to grab his hair. She didn't think she would ever be able to stop. She had waited so long for this, finally, finally, she was getting what she really wanted.

She had taken the leap, dived head first into this with him, and he seemed to be right in it with her. If she fell, then she fell, as long as he was holding her like this, she reckoned she could take the hit.

To be continued... Part 3

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #blueraineshadows

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Saturday Fandom :) This ep is solid gold. We see how Lucy takes care of Tim in her own way in this one. How pranking is one of their natural love languages. The continuous pining era continues on. It’s pretty damn glorious. Let’s get going shall we?

5x06 The Reckoning

We start off with Aaron and Tim. The more we get these two more I love it. Aaron asking Tim if he should be working? Didn’t he just have surgery? Tim deflects and says it was only an old bullet. Mmhmm. Aaron really jumps in after that. Says he heard him talking to Ashley about him grabbing rest of his stuff.... The balls on him LOL Tim straight up walks away from his ass before he can speak more. It’s so funny. Lucy can immediately see how grumpy Tim is as he approaches her.

She stops him and gets him to say good morning. Your girl won’t be ignored Timothy haha Also seeing her and Chris laughing no doubt added to his grumpy fire. He was trying to avoid it all together. Sadly your wife will not allow this. Tim is as civil as he can muster up. Not wanting to say or do more. Truly doesn't want to be around the clown.

So after his pleasantries he takes back off. Leaving Lucy stunned in his wake. She immediately looks to Aaron. Who says too much and yet not enough for her. Lucy is reaching for more but Aaron isn’t stupid. He stumbles around and tries to get away ASAP. Fearing he’s said too much as it is. The fear Tim has instilled in him is hilarious. Lucy is left wondering what the hell is going on with her best friend?

Aaron tries to get Tim talk again. Idk why he thinks he would truly I don't. lol He flames out pretty quickly with the idea. It's a swing and a miss good sir. Only one who gets that is currently not in this shop. They stop to help this director with a prop that fell out. Aaron tries to lift it solo to impress this girl. He fails so badly. Tim has to be tagged in to help him. This is where the premise of this episode begins.

Tim placing his radio down in her truck bed to help. Their hilarious banter kills me while they lift it up. My god it’s amazing Tim doesn’t kill Aaron regularly LOL Poor Tim looks wiped by the time they’re done loading it back up. He has to take a call while Aaron fails miserably at hitting on her. It’s so funny I’m cackling. They get called away while the director takes off with Tim’s radio...

The director finds Lucy of all people to return the radio to. What cracks me up the most is the director's confusion from Lucy's excitement LOL All she wants to do is the right thing with it and get it back to Tim. Here's Lucy 0-60 explosion of happiness with how delighted she is he forgot it. This scene is so great for a couple reasons. First off her calling Tim 'Broody.' I’m dying. I mean he can be pretty broody especially right now. It just kills me that’s how she referred to Tim. Second she seems so confused by Lucy’s excitement.

She starts going off about how Tim is a super cop. How he’s never once let her forget about being late to roll call one time. Asking her 'Can you believe that?' This girl is like ‘Ok….’ She just wanted to drop off a radio LMFAO. Even says ‘You’ll give it to him right? ‘Wondering if Lucy will given how giddy she is about him losing it. Lucy promises her she will…but she just gave her a Christmas present ha Not a good day unless she can mess with her soulmate.

Lucy is about to tell him when we see a look of realization dawn over her. Now we know she knows something is wrong with Tim. For him to forget his radio is a sin he would’ve blasted her to the wall for. She knows he’s off. Just doesn’t know why. Teasing/pranking is one of their love languages. Which is why she chooses this path with his radio going forward. So married even when they aren’t even sharing scenes.

We return to Tim and Aaron ripping apart their shop for his radio. Tim is frantic as he searches for it. Says he’s going to check their kit bag again. It then hits him that the lady they helped has it. Tim knows Aaron was trying to hit on her while he was on the phone. What Tim didn’t see was Aaron absolutely crash and burn with his lines.

So Tim asks if he got her number? Aaron KILLS me with his answer. He seems so cocky with his 'Almost.' I’m rolling. Tim’s reaction is the best part. Like what the hell am I going to do with that info? It’s completely useless and helps him in no way. Their dynamic is hysterical. I don’t know pre-Lucy Tim could’ve handled Aaron the way present day Tim does. lmao

Tim’s phone goes off. It’s someone texting him about his radio. He is so very confused what's happening. Also very agitated they're holding it hostage. Aaron asks who it is? Tim doesn’t know but says they’re in a lot of trouble. Aaron being his rookie self just says to do an incident report. Tim tells him why he can’t do that. I mean a day of suspension for a Sergeant isn't a good look...So I don't blame him for wanting to hunt it down instead. Tim zooms in and say that he knows where this is. So the race begins to find his stolen radio.

The guys arrive at a coffee truck. Aaron making a comment it looks sketchy af LOL Tim defends it saying this is where he gets his coffee every morning. Goes on a mini rant about screen writers and oak milk mafia. I love this man so much. His dislike of screenwriter continues and it's so funny. Aaron saying that line I love so much. That I have used couple times in previous reviews. Telling him he’s like the old dude from UP. I mean he is. haha But we love him just the same.

He asks the owner if she’s seen his radio? She tells him no. It’s then he gets another text of his radio on a studio lot. Aaron is so confused why this is happening. Saying they haven’t asked for money or anything. They could be doing anything with that radio but not this. Tim says he’s not sure but they’re gonna find out.

They make it the studio lot fairly quickly. They find out it’s where Tim’s fav movie was filmed. Aaron starts to put it together little more. Saying first his fav coffee place then his fav movie. Whoever this is texting him knows him really well. It’s then it hits Tim. it’s Lucy. Ain’t no one knows that man better than her. He knows it too. Who else would know about his elitist black coffee spot, favorite movie and the lot it was filmed on? His wife heh.

We get our first real scene of the episode and it’s glorious. They’re about as married as it gets in this scene. I love how post 5x05 they’re back to being flirty and playful. The teasing is top notch in this scene. Tim asks her right off the bat where his radio is? Lucy plays dumb and says maybe a vengeful spirit took it. It is Halloween after all. Tim doesn’t give into her teasing at first. Ask's why she’s doing this? He's SO grumpy Lordy lord. Good thing Lucy is well versed in all things Tim Bradford.

This doesn't phase her in the least. She charges forward with her plan. Continuing to play dumb and says she doesn’t know what he’s talking about… The sarcastic banter really picks up above. He asks if she’s doing this because he was tough on her as a rookie? I mean that could be one reason haha But that isn't THE reason Tim. Lucy is armed with sass and maximum level teasing with her reply ‘We’re you? Gosh, I hadn’t noticed…’

Lucy throws out her bait waiting for him to take a bite. Hoping he does so. Wrapping her concern into some playful banter. Thinking if she offers up her 'help.' He will crack and tell her what's going on with him. Tim holds steady and is just as sassy in his reply. Telling her there is nothing going on with him. Ok Tim....it's not like you're talking to the one person who knows you best or anything...

Lucy drops the playful banter and gets real with him. We can hear the concern in her voice. Especially the way she says 'Are you okay?' She is truly worried about him. She can't stand him being upset and her not knowing why. We do see him soften when she shows that concern for him. His words are saying one thing but his face is saying another. Look at that man above. All soft looks and heart eyes for her asking. For caring.

Despite the sweet look above he is is deflection nation with Lucy in his reply. Come on Timothy of all the people to do this to she is not the one. Can read you like a damn book blind if she had to. The thing to note here is the amount of feelings being shown here. Goodness these two are so damn loud with their feelings. In the middle of the bloody precinct no less. Which has been a thing for them since S4 really. No one could've been shocked they ended up together. If they were they clearly weren't paying attention ha

All Lucy wants to do is fix it for him. It's her natural instinct to do so. But the problem is Tim isn't sharing the problem so she can do this for him. He is being SO stubborn. She truly doesn't understand why he's being this obstinate. The best part of the scene is Lucy legit stomping off in frustration. Can't stand anymore of his games and takes off.

She is so damn mad he won’t just share with her. Share with your wife Timothy. His reaction kills me as well. Eric crushes it with the facial expressions. It's so friggin funny. Tim is just as exasperated with her and she is with him. Gah these two idiots in love. Acting like an old married couple in public. Lucy keeping his damn radio if he’s going to be a stubborn ass LOL I’m dying this scene is masterful.

Lucy comes up to Aaron again seeing if he knows anything. He tells her Tim is just upset about his radio. Lucy offers up she will give him the radio if he just spills it. Aaron holds strong and says he doesn’t know. Tim bypasses her on the way to the shop. Lucy’s sass is fantastic ‘Hi. Good morning.’ Mirroring the one at the beginning of the episode.

Like excuse me hubby you can’t just ignore me and not say hello. Lucy asks the question she already knows the answer to about his radio. Tim tells her it’s in the shop. We hear a call go off for a supervisor. Tim reaches in and grabs this gigantic radio answering dispatch back. Oh Tim...

Lucy’s face is hilarious. Trying not to laugh at his stubborn dumbass. All she wanted you to do was talk my love. Not like you haven't done that before. Now you’ve forced her hand in this prank war LOL Tim is trying so hard to save face with his ‘This is it.’ Lucy giving him crap that hasn’t been standard since the 60s. Tim ignores her and tells Aaron to roll.

Lucy can’t help herself and wants a picture of him with it. I love how cute she is. Tim ignores her and rolls up his window. Her reaction to him shutting window it's so funny. I mean look at HER FACE in that second gif. Like she wasn’t going to think of something to get him to use it. To get back at him for doing that. He brought this on himself. You can’t play these games and expect to win Tim haha

Such a wifey in this moment wanting a pic. I’m laughing so hard about this scene. Lucy tells him to do a radio check. That way she can get her damn pic. Tim’s face is so very over it. I’ve said this many times before. This is the woman you’ve chosen to love Tim LOL Her unbridled joy at thinking of this is so precious. Enjoying her damn self torturing him till he finally fesses up. Can you imagine the camera roll on both of these goobs phones? Probably a plethora of these types of moments. If looks could kill in that 4th gif. Good thing she's immune.

We catch our lovely duo at the end of shift. Lucy comes up with his radio. Hands it back to him. I love how both hold onto it longer than necessary. The symbolism with the radio was seen writers I see you. It was their way of keeping them connected through out this episode. Lucy’s way of staying connected with him. Doing her best to try and distract him. Take care of him in her own way through this prank. One of their love languages whether they admit it or not.

She didn't even know what was wrong but knew she needed to do something for him. Lucy telling him she thought it would be more fun to torture him. Help distract him from whatever he’s going through right now. Wanted to help him get his mind off of whatever is bothering him. Comments she should know better than to get into his personal business... Gah look at the way that man looks at her after she says that. To paraphrase Chandler Bing 'Could he be anymore in love with her?’ You are his personal business Lucy Chen.

All that’s been running around in his mind since you kissed him in 4x22. Tell me you’re in love without saying you are. That’s both of them in this scene. Especially our boy. Tim see's what she did for him. He can’t let her walk away without explaining. This is such growth for him. Look at this man sharing why he’s upset with her. Being truthful and honest about what happened. Lucy’s ‘I’m sorry.’ I truly think she is sorry for him but not for the situation. Inside I’m sure she’s doing victory dance of epic proportions.

He then does Lucy one more solid. Tells her he appreciates her radio gag. That it did help take his mind off things. I love this sfm. Not only has this man shared his feelings with her he then does this. My damn heart. Being so vulnerable in this moment with her. If you don’t see the growth that is this moment for Tim you haven’t been paying attention. I’m so proud of him. Look how far he's come. All because of that beautiful human in front of him. Beautiful inside and out. The impact she has had on this man is unreal.

Also It’s heart eyes nation out here and we’re all here for it. I mean she pranked him so he would feel better. And then he did. That’s love people. Also so very on brand for them it’s insane. Another thing I adore is he is going out of his comfort zone. All to thank her for what she did for him. Not just be annoyed but thank her. 'Started from the bottom now were here.' Oh my lord the growth. Let's not bypass the affectionate stares Lucy is throwing his way as well. This is a two way street of heart eyes and affection in this moment.

The way he looks at her when after she says ‘Well, good.’ Look at that man above. Might as well be a billboard that screams ‘Tim Bradford is hopelessly in love with Lucy Chen.’ Also my god he looked delicious as hell in that shirt. Dark blue does him wonders mmm. That’s my fav color with my fav human. Double yum. Plus biceps on display. Sinfully delicious this man.

Anyways heh There is so much left unsaid and tension between them. You can see it above. There is more Tim wants to say. It reminds me of their parking lot chat in 4x22. Where Lucy is holding her breath as she waits for it. Tim trying to build up the courage to say it. Before he can the clown walks over. Having no idea what he’s just walked into.

Chris comes barreling in like an idiot. Or maybe for once he senses something. But that might be giving him too much credit. Lucy asking if Tim wants to join them? I mean that sounds like legit hell to Tim. He understands her motives though. Maybe if it was just her….Tim does his patented fake Sanford smile. The one where it doesn’t really touch his eyes.

He’s just uncomfortable and wants to go. Look at his body language all he wants to do is flee. He declines and tells them to have fun. You can see Chris's face is slightly confused when Lucy offers this. Like why are you offering for your boss to join us? Cause she's in love with him but you're not gonna put that together. What a ignorant putz lol

We talk about the pinning era in this first half a lot. This one moment is the most epic of the pinning. Tim Bradford is legit LONGING for Lucy out in the open. How he blatantly turns back to watch them go. My poor heartbroken man. The way he drops his arm in defeat. Frustrated she’s with Chris and not him. Gah it's so good. Tim looking devastated she’s with the clown. That he has to go home alone without her. That mistake from 4x12 coming back to haunt him in this moment. Watching as they leave with deep longing and want in his eyes for her. He sighs and climbs into his truck.

Both of their looks are saying so much in this moment. This is what I mean by angsty goodness. Hurts so good to watch these kind of scenes. Lucy sensing his eyes on her and looks right back. The game has changed for her now he’s not with Ashley. It shows as she gazes back at Tim. She's supposed to be present with the clown...but her look indicates she is anything but that. Lucy is back at that truck mentally with Tim as she returns that look. She is throwing out just as much love and longing as Tim is in these looks of theirs. She is feeling what he is throwing down and feels the pull to him. Damn good ep good I love the pining era. It’s *chef kiss*

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Side notes-non Chenford

James and Nyla was goodness per usual always enjoy their SL’s

Wes’s SL was ROUGH. Elijah winning and his past being drug up in this one. I wanted to smack him a bit and so did Angela lol

Thank you as always to the amazing readers of these reviewer. Your likes, comments and reblogs fuel my soul and I adore you all. See you in 5x07 :)

#Caitlin Rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #waiting on s6 #winter rewatch #s5 #5x06 The Reckoning #the rookie 5x06 #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well. #otp: some things matter more. #otp: you did good. #otp: you're nothing like him. #otp: just doesn't feel like pretend #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #the rookie #tim bradford x lucy chen

[vendetta-if]

How did Viktor react to mc’s first words? I feel like dude would’ve been so excited

Viktor is sitting on the floor, the plush and bright-colored rug separating him from the hard wooden surface. His little precious baby is also sitting in front of him.

A colorful book with cartoonish pictures is splayed open in front of the two of them. It’s a simple children vocabulary book that Cara handed down to him now that Ash doesn’t need it anymore.

The parenting guidebook he read says that just constantly talking to your baby and spending some time everyday reading out children book for them will really help them in developing their cognitive development. So, that’s what he’s been doing religiously for months now ever since his precious Sasha was born.

He doesn’t know whether it’s just him, but speaking to his baby, even if they might not understand him and just respond by babbling, actually feels kinda therapeutic for him. He’ll never get tired of hearing those adorable babbles; it always makes his day slightly better.

His musings are cut off by the very same babble. Sasha claps their chubby hands excitedly as they see the picture of cats and kittens on the book. Viktor smiles before turning the page after making sure Sasha already has their fill of the cats and kittens pictures.

The next page is “D” for the word “Daddy”. So, Viktor reads it out to Sasha, repeating it a few times and pronouncing it slowly and clearly. Sasha looks at the pictures of dads and their children intently, their face serious.

Furrowing his brows in concern, he asks, “Um… Sasha? Are you okay, baby?”

“Da…” Sasha says quietly.

Viktor bends down even lower and leans in to listen more clearly. “What’s that? Are you hungry?”

“Da-da!” Sasha exclaims excitedly, turning to face him with a bright smile on their face. “Da-da!” they giggle again, pointing in Viktor’s direction.

Viktor sits there, blinking as he is stunned. And then it dawns on him that it’s his baby’s first word! He beams and his heart is soaring with joy and other strong emotions. He feels his eyes tear up a bit.

In a fell swoop, he takes little Sasha in his arms and hugs them, rubbing his face affectionately to their little one. Sasha squeals and giggles and squirms in his hold.

Oh my God! He should commemorate this moment. Still holding Sasha, he stands up and rushes to his office, marking the calendar and then grabbing his camera and his cellphone.

He returns to Sasha’s room, sets them down on the rug beside the book, and then crouches down to take some pictures. He’ll make sure to print one out to put into the photo album, marking today’s date and what it commemorates.

Flopping down onto the rug beside Sasha, he flips open his cellphone and calls Cara. Sasha grabs the open book and crawls on top of his lap before settling down and starts to turn the pages themself.

After a few beeps, Cara finally answers, “Hiya Viktor. What’s up?”

“Oh my God, Cara!” He can’t contain the excitement in his voice.

But it seems Cara misinterprets it. “What happened?” she asks urgently.

“It’s Sasha. They just said their very first word!”

Cara sighs in relief before chuckling, “Congrats! What did they say?”

“They said… They said, ‘Da-da’!” Viktor’s voice trembles a bit from the overwhelming emotions swelling inside of him.

“Aww! That’s soo cute! I think Ash’s was either ‘No’ or ‘Uh-oh’.”

Viktor barks out a laugh at that. “This is a special day! Tell you what, we’re having an impromptu dinner party at my apartment tonight if you and Luka are not busy. Bring Ash along too!”

“That sounds like a great idea! I’m free today and so does Luka, I think… Well, I’ll talk to him since I’m going to meet him anyway soon.”

“Awesome. I’ll see you guys tonight, then!” Viktor says before hanging up.

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #char: viktor #char: mc #drabble #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript #cyoa #hosted games #choice of games #interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive story #interactive games

[archduchessofnowhere]

Archduchess Marie Valerie's journal entry on the death of her mother Empress Elisabeth of Austria, in 1898 (written on 21 September):

10 September. In the evening at 7.30 o'clock I returned with Maria from a tour of our poor… souper… then went with the three grown-ups to the chapel for evening prayer. Maria came with me, I did not pay much attention to her, did not notice her disturbed expression. I was no more devout than usual… Coming out into the corridor, while the children ran into their room, Maria asked me to come into my writing room, she had something to tell me. I was still thinking only of a small house cross, but when I looked at her, my heart stood still. “The Archduke?” “No — Her Majesty.” I don't know whether I asked further questions or whether I immediately said the word “dead”? whether she told me right there in the corridor or already in the room: “Murdered by an Italian anarchist — in the hotel in Geneva.” I don't know. My hand still trembles when I think back to that hour… Remorse for having returned her great love so badly, and above all… more and more the unspeakable pity for him, the poor, old, sorrowful and grief-stricken father, and the probably also futile question of whether it was not too much for a poor human heart? We were on our knees, Maria and I — in the room and in the chapel. Then I sent a telegram to Franz [Archduke of Austria, Valerie's husband]. And to Papa [Emperor Franz Josef I], “I'll come to you tomorrow morning at half past six.” He himself had telegraphed to Maria that she should “teach me in a good way”. I went in to see the children. Ella [Elisabeth, Valerie's eldest child] was not quite in bed yet … When I kissed and shook her, hardly knowing what I was doing, telling her softly: “She knows, that dear Grandmama has died,” she began to cry softly, as if she understood. God bless the good child! The boys were already in bed. Hedwig [Valerie's second daughter] was already asleep. From one room to the other and with Maria out into the quiet starry night. — I lay down too, but sleep was out of the question. At half past one we drove away, Maria and I … arrived in Penzing at half past six in the morning. How the morning dawned over the Vienna Woods, which she loved so much, and how unspeakable fear shook me before seeing Papa again, those are hours that one is amazed to have survived. Papa stood at the foot of the big staircase at Schönbrunn and we fell into each other's arms. That was the first time he was able to cry, he told me later. But he was still stunned then, and soon afterwards he was calm again, as he had been after Rudolf's death. We went to Sunday mass together, and then I was allowed to spend that first day with him almost without interruption, sitting next to his desk while he worked as usual, reading with him the more detailed news coming from Geneva, helping him to receive the condolence visits of the family members… Prime Minister Thun, who cried like a child — a good feeling that Papa has such servants around him. The unfortunate person who had to bring Papa the first message from Vienna to Schönbrunn was Adjutant General Count Paar with the still undetermined telegram from Irma Sztáray [Empress Elisabeth's lady-in-waiting]; “Her Majesty the Empress seriously wounded”, which was very soon followed by the second: “Her Majesty the Empress just died at 2 o'clock in the Hotel Beaurivage.” Papa seems to have immediately thought of an assassination, although he repeatedly said: “How can one assassinate a woman who has never harmed anyone?” Papa's intention to leave for Geneva immediately was thwarted by the second telegram.

(Translation by DeepL, keep in mind that in a machine translation a lot of nuances may/did got lost)

#i can't find who maria is - but probably someone from valerie's household #archduchess marie valerie of austria #empress elisabeth of austria #franz josef i of austria #elisabeth franziska of austria countess of waldburg-zeil-hohenems #on this day in history

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Fireleaf (Part Fourteen)

Heyyyy! You guys, @greeneyedivy have discussed these upcoming parts and been so excited for so long!!!! Things are really taking off now 😏

Warnings: None for this part!

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He was golden.

Buttery morning sunlight seeped through the cracks of the crumbling stone walls, the tiled roof. Every day seemed to weave a glowing path that reached out to the softly slumbering male on the floor, offsetting an ethereal gleam from his skin.

You…you couldn’t look away.

Hadn’t been able to since the first pinpricks of dappled daylight had begun to show. 

Your eyes cracked open long before dawn broke. Your head pounded and your mouth was torturously dry, and yet…you were content. Content to just watch.

You wondered how few people got to witness Lucien in such an unguarded state. No frown furrowing his brow. No tightness in the sensuous curve of his lips. His hair lay about his face in fiery curls, and he…he was exquisite. It almost had you breathless. 

You were still staring when his eyes fluttered open, the russet shade catching the light as they immediately landed on you. He studied you, quirking an eyebrow. You didn’t want to think about how awful you must look. 

“G’morning.” He rasped, his voice thick from sleep. “How’s your head?”

You shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “I’ve never received any complaints.”

He snorted, eyes rolling. “Are you capable of giving a serious response?”

You felt the way your expression sobered, memories of the day before pelting you. You were bruised and sore from Beron, of course — hadn’t quite mustered the bravery to move an inch yet — but it was Dion at the forefront of your mind. Dion that you’d disappointed with your…inability to give a serious response.

You cleared your throat, finally forcing yourself to shift — and flinched at the pain that splintered through you. Spreading through the small of your back like wildfire, you hated that you audibly gasped as you stood. 

“What is it?” Lucien asked, sitting up quickly. 

You schooled your features into blandness, turning on the spot and folding the blanket you’d slept beneath. With your back to him, you could at least allow yourself a grimace at the gnawing ache. 

“Just slept awkwardly.” You eventually murmured. Even you knew you didn’t sound all that convincing.

There was a pause. And then Lucien was pushing to his feet, the floor creaking beneath him. “Why were you drunk last night?”

“Listening to your father talk for hours on end isn’t exactly exciting. I felt like having a drink after.”

“You drained most of the bottle. Alone. Seemed to me like you were drowning your sorrows.” 

Gods, your head hurt too much for this. You turned, stepping forward and squinting at the sunlight that hit your face directly. “I just drank too much—”

“What the fuck is that?” 

You barely had a chance to look up before Lucien was close enough to touch. Barely had a chance to think before his hand was cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing the skin there. You winced at the feeling — the tenderness of the area. 

Your gaze met his — and his eyes were fierce, flaring as they seemed to study you intensely. 

“Your cheek is bruised.” He said quietly.

Right — because Beron had slapped you. You’d somehow forgotten about that part of the assault. And it had been a hard slap; hard enough that even Fae healing would take a while to rid of the mark it left behind. 

That would be annoying…covering it up. Waiting for it to disappear. Because you were far more shaken than you, perhaps, liked to admit. You didn’t want to think of Beron having the upper hand, but…

He’d stunned you. Made you realise that he was willing to make true on his threats. That perhaps it was time to start behaving yourself.

If not for your own sake, then…for Dion’s. Because he would no doubt bear the brunt of your decisions, also. 

You pulled your face away from Lucien’s gentle hold. “It’s nothing. I tripped last night. Fell flat on my face.”

You turned away; didn’t want to look at him with the lie lingering in the air. And you could damn well feel that he didn’t believe you. There was a tinge of…of disappointment, maybe. 

“I suppose the ground was wearing a ring, was it?”

You frowned. “What?”

“You have the damn imprint of a ring on your cheek, Y/N. Believe me, I’ve seen it before.”

Your body stiffened. So — clearly, Lucien knew exactly what he was looking at. And that, also, was inconvenient, but…well, he couldn’t force you to admit anything.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” you said. “I’m clumsy.”

“…we’re friends now, right?”

You swivelled back round to face him. Yes, you were, and you liked this tender, open side of him. You didn’t want it to change. Didn’t want him to think you didn’t trust him, but—

Telling the truth about Beron was more trouble than it was worth. Right now, at least. That day would come. 

“We are friends.” You swore vehemently. “And I appreciate your kindness last night. But there’s nothing for you to worry about — I promise.”

“Y/N—”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. You reached out, wrapping your arms around him. Just a split second passed of Lucien stiffening — in surprise, you thought — before he relaxed into the hug. Slid his arms around you. Pressed your head to his chest. 

And gods, it hurt when his hand slid over your back, yes. But it was also so, so comforting. To just be held. To be cared for. 

You didn’t know how long you’d stood there like that when you eventually pulled away, smiling up at him. Lucien studied you, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re okay?” He asked quietly.

You dipped your chin. “I’m okay. I should…probably get out of here, though. Before everyone starts waking up.”

Russet eyes scanned your face for a moment. Searching. Wondering. And then he nodded. 

You squeezed his hand as you brushed past him, trying not to give in to the urge to limp. You knew he watched your every move. 

“Y/N?” He said, just as you reached the door. You turned. “I’m glad we’re friends. I mean—I’m here for you. For anything.”

You studied him, your hand lingering on the door handle. And it would be so tempting to march over there and kiss him, like you wanted to. So tempting to give yourself to him. 

But it would also be unfair. On him. On Dion. Maybe on yourself. 

You were friends. No more. You couldn’t be more. 

You needed to start doing right by Dion. 

So you plastered on a soft smile and said, “I’m glad we’re friends, too.” You paused. “Loosh.”

And then you turned your back on those temptations, slipping out the door and into the early golden light.

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Dion was quiet at your side. But the fact that he’d agreed to come along with you, on this trip outside the estate, was a positive, at least. 

In a place of perpetual autumn, warm days were a rare commodity — but this was one of them. Perhaps the sunlight was a harbinger of necessary change, beckoning in the revelations that had struck you. That it was time to start doing better, being better. Time to be the Y/N you’d been sent here to be. 

So you’d dressed as the pretty, adoring fiancée that passers-by would expect to see; and not just to cover the bruise on your cheek. You’d filled a basket with fruits and juices — and some of Eris’s chocolate — and tracked down Dion. Asked for his time to talk. Which was what had led you to this point — strolling along a riverbank in terse silence.

“Wanna sit here?” You gestured to an area of grass that was bathed in the sun, overlooking the gentle flow of the river. A peaceful place to have a vital conversation. 

“Sure.” Dion nodded, placing the basket down. He’d insisted on carrying it, even if he wasn’t your biggest fan right now — because he was kind. Good. And that was why you needed to do the right thing. 

He spread a blanket across the grass and stepped back, allowing you to sit first. You eased yourself down, smoothing your dress around you. You tried to look natural, but…you were nervous. Nervous to bear your soul, no matter how necessary it was. 

“Thank you for this.” Dion sat, placing the basket between you. “It was a nice idea.” 

You offered him a coy smile. “I wanted us to be able to talk properly.” 

“About?” 

You chewed your lip, digging into the basket and pulling out the items you’d packed as you thought what, exactly, to say. You weren’t good with words, weren’t good with speaking – unless it was all quick wit and bravado. You weren’t used to just…talking straight. There was only one person you’d ever felt comfortable enough to do that with – without being judged – and you didn’t know if you’d ever see him again.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, handing him a bottle of fruit juice. “First of all, I wanted to apologise – for yesterday.” 

He pulled the cork from the bottle, seeming to mull over your words as he took a swig. “I need you to know, Y/N, I wasn’t angry because I disagreed with what you said. On the contrary, I thought your idea to use smaller businesses for the wedding was a brilliant one.” 

You did know that. It wasn’t your ideas that were the problem, just…you. How you went about them. You nodded. “I understand that.” 

“No…with the greatest of respect, I don’t think you do. You may think you know what my father is like, but…what you’ve seen of him is nothing. And baiting him the way that you do…it can only end one way. Nobody wins against my father. Nobody. And I was angry that you would knowingly put yourself – and me – in the firing line like that.” 

If what you’d seen of him was truly nothing, then…gods, you didn’t want to see any more. And you felt a heavy cloak of shame settle over you. It wasn’t just you that you were putting at risk, but Dion, too. The way Beron saw the world, saw females…Dion would be expected to keep you in line. And you making that difficult for him would only result in trouble for both of you. 

“I didn’t think it through.” You admitted. “I—I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry, Dion.” 

“I know you are.” As he nodded, he reached into the basket, pulling out a pot of strawberries. He took one for himself, handed another to you. “And I’m not angry with you. I was just…worried.” 

You nodded. Didn’t think you could quite manage a reply without choking over the lump that had risen in your throat. You nibbled at the strawberry, using it as a perfect excuse to compose yourself. 

“Just because I love WIllow, doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, you know?” Dion continued. “We’re in this situation together, you and I. And I’m sorry if I’ve lost sight of that and neglected you a bit. I think we could both do better. Both make it easier for one another.” 

Yes, indeed, you could. Maybe you secretly had felt a bit neglected. Maybe feeling the bite and pinch of ire, of confrontation, had been better than the ache of loneliness. But maybe you also needed to wise the fuck up and face such feelings head-on, deal with them, instead of smothering them with others.

You bit into the strawberry, staring forward. Brooding. Knowing what you wanted, needed to say, but not knowing how— “I don’t know why I’m like this.” You blurted.

Dion’s face turned to you, pinched in a frown. “Like what?”

“Like me. The way that I am. That I’ve always been. I don’t know…why.”

The wall of silence that met you was humiliating. You couldn’t bear to face him, keeping your eyes ferociously on the languid rolling of the river. Dion was probably wondering why, too—

“What are you talking about?” He asked. 

“You think it’s a coincidence that I’m the only one of my parents’ daughters who isn’t married? Who’s never found anybody? It doesn’t just have to do with choice and freedom, Dion. Because even if it were my choice to settle down and be with someone…I’ve hardly got a long line of suitors waiting for a chance, have I? And it’s my doing. The way I am. Nobody wants a brash, confrontational, mouthy female.”

And there it was — the ugly, embarrassing truth. You could feel Dion blinking at you like the impassioned speech wasn’t at all what he expected. Probably wasn’t, in fact. But these things had been in your mind for years. 

It had been easy to run away from them when you’d had Linden. He kept you occupied, made you feel…worthy. Appreciated. Loved. And being torn away from that dredged up what lay beneath all of the good. 

Slowly, you shook your head. “I don’t know. I always used to think that I had a lot of freedom. That I was fortunate to do what I wanted, when I wanted. But I think I’ve always been a bit trapped. And I don’t allow myself to love and trust very easily because I’m scared of those things being destroyed forever.” You stopped, sucking in a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say is—I’ve been shit. And I don’t want to be shit. I want to try harder and do better.”

Dion studied you for a while. Seemed to consider your words. And then his head tilted. “And what does that look like? Doing better?”

“It looks like us playing the doting couple on the outside…so that we can be true to ourselves on the inside. Which means no pushing back anymore. That way, we’ll get married, and we’ll move away from here, and we won’t have all these eyes and ears on us. The world will be ours. You’ll be able to have Willow, even if it’s behind closed doors.”

His eyes softened, and he reached out a hand to place over yours. “And you’ll have someone, too.”

You highly doubted it, but — that was something and nothing. A thought you’d had and tossed aside a million times before. It didn’t hurt to think it. It just…was what it was. 

“Let’s make a pact,” you said, “to try harder from now on. To be the best fake couple there ever was and repulse everyone with how sickeningly in love we most definitely are not. Agreed?”

Dion snorted, a grin pulling at his lips. And you were just…so relieved to see it again. So relieved that he wasn’t mad at you. You hadn’t truly appreciated how much his friendship with you meant until now. 

“Agreed.” He squeezed your hand. “The best fake couple there ever was.”

Which meant no more baiting Beron. 

No more being contrary and difficult.

No more doing things you weren’t supposed to be doing.

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Time, as always, peddled on at an alarming pace. 

In a blink of an eye, three months had passed. Three months of trying harder, doing better. And you couldn’t deny that it had paid off — you’d had no more run-ins with Beron. Life had become…quiet, aside from the general bustle of the estate and the wedding plans that were ratcheting up. You and Dion played your parts, and played them damn well. To anyone who peered vaguely in your direction, you were the doting couple, excited to begin your lives together. 

It certainly made things easier, not having to worry about what trouble might wait around the corner. As did your friendship with Lucien, which had grown and blossomed into something you truly valued. It was strange to think you once hadn’t gotten along, given the rapport you now had with each other. 

Perhaps as strange as the fact that, despite your history, he hadn’t sought out the physical release you’d once given one another. 

It was as though that conversation you’d had with Dion on the riverbank had truly set the wheels of change in motion. From that day forward, sex with Lucien became a thing of the past — and he hadn’t questioned it once. Hadn’t spoken to you and asked what had changed. Hadn’t tried to instigate it. 

It was almost as if those fleeting moments of passion between you had never occurred. As though your relationship had always been purely platonic. Maybe he just…didn’t want you like that anymore. Maybe he’d gotten you out of his system.

And that was okay. That fit perfectly with the way things needed to be. The way things strictly were for the following three months. It felt nice, anyway, that he seemed to enjoy more than just your body. That he craved your mind and conversation.

Summer — or the closest thing the Autumn Court had to summer — had well and truly swept in. The days were long and beautiful, cloaked in a balmy warmth that was neither too hot or too cool. And for the most part, those days had kept you busy. If you weren’t joining Dion on his errands and meeting important people, or holed up with the Lady of Autumn and fine-tuning wedding details, you could most likely be found down at the lake that was just a few miles on foot from the estate. 

Many a blissful day had been spent there, hours running away with you. Sometimes you were alone, reading in the warmth of the sun. Other times, it was a chance for you and Dion to relax a bit and let go of your facades, if just for a few hours. On a few occasions, you’d been joined by all of the Vanserra brothers; each of whom had also seemed to slip off their strict masks in favour of days of swimming and sunbathing and just having fun. You certainly saw different sides to them; fun, boyish sides that they so rarely got to show, as they jumped from tree branches into the lake and engaged in play fights and just…enjoyed themselves, without worry of who might be watching.

And then there were the days like today — days where only Lucien joined you, and you happily savoured each other’s company. You never spoke of what had once existed between you; it was as though such things had been a mere figment of your imagination. And maybe…maybe it was better that way.

He currently sat mere inches from you, fingers idly strumming a lute as the sun kissed both of you. You watched in fascination at the ease with which he played the instrument — so beautiful and lilting. You thought you could sit there and listen to it forever. 

“I’ve always wanted to play an instrument.” You told him, your eyes closely tracking his fingers. “My sisters and I were put through piano lessons once, but…I was awful. The teacher actually gave up on me.”

Lucien snorted, a soft grin tugging his lips. “I would’ve paid to witness that.”

“Hmm, I’m sure.”

His grin widened, and the music altered as he lifted his fingers from the strings and held them out to you. “Here, give me your hand.”

You paused for a moment — just a split, fleeting moment. And then placed your hand in his. His touch was warm, grounding. 

“Press your fingers here, like this.” He murmured, positioning them on the fret. His eyes flicked up to yours, a smirk playing on his mouth. “Your hands are ridiculously small.”

You rolled your eyes. “Perhaps yours are monstrously large.”

“Perhaps.”

The two of you shared a grin, and then he was letting go of your fingers. He strummed the strings once, filling the area with a melodic caress of music. You watched, close, your fingers still where he’d positioned them.

“Look at that.” He said teasingly. “You’re playing an instrument — somewhat.”

“If only my piano teacher could see me now.”

Your sarcastic tone wrangled a deep laugh from the walls of Lucien’s chest, and the sound was excellent, as breathtaking as the notes he so flawlessly strummed. You couldn’t help smiling as you retracted your hand, placing it back in your lap.

“…So…” you broached after a moment. “Are you bringing anyone to the dance?”

This past week, preparations for the estate’s upcoming dance had taken precedence above all else — some celebration of an anniversary you didn’t care to remember. The event wasn’t as big and formal as others…just a night for Beron to show off his wealth and power to his courtiers. But still, you would all be dressing up. Drinking. Dancing.

“No,” Lucien answered with a soft laugh. “I don’t usually bother to attend.”

“I thought you liked to dance.”

“Oh, I do. But the summer months are the time to relax before the weather changes again, and we’re once more at that time of year of back-to-back dances and feasts and posturing. You know what I realised the other day? In only three months' time, it’ll have been a year since Tamlin’s masquerade.”

The stark realisation wasn’t lost on you. Time was a fast worker, and you weren’t far off having spent a year at the estate already. Weren’t far off the Harvest Festival happening once again. It was strange to think about how much had occurred and changed in that time. 

“That was a good night.” You said. “I actually had fun. I think everyone did.”

Lucien dipped his chin. “Yep. But this upcoming dance will be nothing like that, So…I’ll be staying well out of the way until it’s over. Locked up in my little outbuilding.”

You smiled down at your hands. Gods, you wished that you could do that. You’d much prefer hiding away with Lucien for the evening over showing off yours and Dion’s perfect facade to busybody gossips. Even if you had perfected it down to the very last detail.

But you’d do what was expected of you. Because that was who you were now.

“I’m sure there’ll be many females disappointed with missing out on a dance with you.” You commented. Didn’t really know why you said it. “And it’s going to be way more boring without the Spring Court music.”

Lucien’s lips twitched, his fingers beginning to strum at the lute once more. “Too bad you’ll just have to put up with Dion’s uncoordinated feet. I’m sure that won’t be fun.”

You knew he was trying to make you laugh, but…the fond, jesting comment went straight over your head. Rather, your attention immediately snagged on something else. Something beautiful.

The song he’d begun to lazily play with no real effort was immediately recognisable to you. One that took you right back to the night of the masquerade, the climbing notes and the euphoric feeling of spinning and feeling so light on your feet, you thought you may never stop dancing. And here was Lucien, bringing it to life once more, filling the clearing of trees with its sweet melody like he’d just known.

“That was the song Dion and I danced to that night.” You murmured, watching the movement of his fingers in somewhat of a trance. “It was my favourite song of the whole evening. I’ve danced to it with Linden before, also.”

And you remembered every element of the music so clearly, you immediately noticed as Lucien missed a note. His eyes flicked up from the strings to meet yours. “...You danced to this song with Dion?”

You nodded, still intently watching the plucking of the strings. “Mhm. It’s so beautiful.”

He made no reply, seeming to pour his focus into getting the music back on track, righting that split second in which he’d missed a note. The song picked up its pace again, and you were transported, utterly transfixed. You kept your eyes on him right to the very last note, when the music began to fade, and you realised its pure beauty may just have pricked your eyes. Lucien noticed, too.

“Here.” He said, a soft smile playing on his lips. “I’ll show you how to play it.”

And so you scooted closer, the lump of emotion still in your throat as you allowed him to position your fingers, his body so close to yours and yet never quite touching. Because you were friends.

Friends.

The way it was. The way it needed to be.

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In the blink of the eye

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x f!reader

What happens when Alfie finds a strange woman in his bed and disappear at the blink of his eyes…

Gif not mine

April 2024, London, England

You were tired so you decided to turn off the tv and head to sleep.

You were watching peaky blinders and developed an obsession with the famous gangster Alfie Solomons.

You spent too many hours watching all the episodes that he was in until your eyes stung from keeping them open most of the time spent watching.

Which led you to get some sleep while cuddling your pillow and pretending it was Alfie’s body you were holding.

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April 1922,Camden Town, London, England

It was dawn and Alfie’s throat felt so dry that it woke him from his not so usual peaceful sleep.

He stirred while struggling to open his eyes, moving his head to the side away from the moonlight so some darkness would help him open his eyes fully.

Sighing heavily, he was about to open his eyes until he caught a whiff of strong vanilla and coconut.

Alfie tensed. Like really stiff that he stopped breathing for a second so he can feel his surrounding.

His arm was slightly aching as he realized there was something weighing on it. There was also a small puffs of air against his neck. Maybe it was Cyril? But Alfie remember locking his bedroom door before sleeping.

Alfie opened his eyes slowly until he realized that there was a woman between his arms. The smell he caught earlier was from her hair that was under his chin. The weight that tingled his arm was her head and the air against his neck was her breathing.

“fucking hell” Alfie mumbled while looking at the woman sleeping and wondered if he was drunk and brought the woman here.

“But i’ve neve’ seen that face before, right?”

He kept mumbling to himself as he rose to lean on his elbow so he can have a better look at the woman. A small sigh left her as she stirred to get comfortable until her breathing heaved again.

She was beautiful. Most likely a beauty he’s never seen before. Her hair was around the space and her lashes were kissing her cheeks. Her lips were slightly chapped but he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. Who the hell is this woman? He kept wondering.

He rose until he stood beside his bed and noticed the weird clothes she was wearing. An awfully long sleeved shirt that has so many frog faces on it. He lifted the blanket and was stunned from the view of the naked skin of her legs that he threw the blanket back down covering her.

Alfie shook his head and looked at her one last time before unlocking his door and heading to the kitchen. He stood for a solid five minutes looking out of the kitchen window until a heavy sigh left his chest and drank some water.

Slowly, he went up the stairs and opened his bedroom door slowly as his eyes searched for her sleeping form only to find his bed empty with the blanket at the same position he’s left before.

“What the fuck?” Was all what Alfie said as he looked at his bedroom like nothing has ever happened.

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You woke up to the annoying sound of the alarm and bright sun rays from your window. You got up heading to the bathroom to wash your face then went to the kitchen to have something to eat. You pass the tv and thought of Alfie and giggled at yourself.

“Crushing on a fictional character like a teenage jeez” you mumble into the air as you got ready for work. You work at a library. You just moved in and it was the closest building to your apartment so you decided to ask for a job and got accepted. It was quiet and peaceful working there. Not too many people head there and you spent most of your shift reading some books that caught your eyes.

As the day passed, you changed to your favorite nightgown and rested your head on your pillow staring at the ceiling. You grabbed your pillow ,hugging it, wishing that you would actually cuddle someone and not just a pillow.

“God, I’m so sick of being lonely” you sigh heavily as sleep finally consumed you. Ironically enough, your dreams are about one man who is called Alfie.

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Alfie was sure as fuck that he wasn’t drunk nor brought someone to his bed. Then why the fuck was that woman in his bed again and how did she even got in here? It’s been two minutes since he left his bed and went to the bathroom only to come back and find her sleeping.

He held the door frame as he looked at her. She was wearing something different tonight. A black satin nightgown that showed the skin of her arms. She is stunning but who is she? Earlier this day, he spent hours searching for that face only to find none but then he finds you here, in his bed and under his blanket.

He approaches your sleeping form slowly as his eyes never left your face.

“Oi!” He said loud enough to stir you from your sleep.

“Ey wake the fuck up…how the hell did you get in here?” He didn’t realize how he stepped closer until he was looking directly into your half lidded eyes. What a beautiful eyes, he thought

“Speak up, who are you, woman?” He asks when he noticed your wide eyes looking up at him with your lips agape.

“Alfie” he hears his name whispered softly from her lips as she rises to a sitting position and look at him. The blanket fell from her chest, showing him her upper body that was covered by that soft looking satin.

His gaze moves to hers and he was stunned to find her hand hovering his cheek. Her fingers were inches from his skin and he fought the urge to close the distance just to feel her.

“How the hell did I get in here?” She says before her hand touched his cheek and as soon as he felt her skin on his, he blinks and find nothing.

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Sooooo yeaah this happened . I know. Funny enough that’s the first time for me to write something and this shit is hard asf. That was a dream that i had one time and couldn’t get it out of my head. I searched a lot for a similar plot but found none so i just decided to write it down lol. Idk what to say and I don’t even know if someone is gonna see this but yeah that’s it. Have a great day and stay hydrated.

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[libby-for-life]

I wanna see more greek mythology au 🥺 also i wonder what happens if like at some point Charlie and the crew or like Sera and such meets him again😙

Read the other Greek Mythology au first.

Previously: The entirety of Hell shakes and splits open as twelve-foot-tall people radiating power and light storm in, all wielding weapons that, despite not being angelic weapons, are powerful enough to kill sinners.

They will find Persephone.

Meanwhile, Lucifer soon catches wind of these godly beings and goes to confront them. He sees Adam for the first time since the dawn of Eden and nearly has a heart attack. Adam. The First Man. He was back.

And he was PISSED

Adam spots the one he feels is in charge, pointing his scythe at him. "WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!"

Lucifer too stunned to speak for a moment just stares at Adam. Then he reels back.

"Wait...who?"

"PERSEPHONE! WHERE IS SHE?!"

"Oh dear gods, this place is a mess." A man with what looks like a war helmet says.

"I love war as much as the next person, but this seems...excessive..."

A man in black with a gold circlet looks disgusted. "Is THIS what they think my domain is?!" (Hades has always been salty about the miscommunication of the Underworld)

"I have much more class then this!"

"Please, focus you two." A woman with long blonde hair says. She carried a spear and looked wise beyond her years.

Adam just stalks up to Lucifer, radiating the feeling of a famine, a sweltering summer, wildfires started from his angry breath

He giveth mankind his bounty, he taketh is away just as fast

"WAIT! I don't know who this person is, but I can help you find her! Did her soul pass through here?"

This only made Adam angry. "A goddess doesn't die." His fury is controlled but Lucifer could tell that this...glowing new Adam wanted to pummel him.

"Yes. Besides, Earth needs her. Without her, Spring can't come." A man wearing a tunic said and...was he carrying a...lightning bolt? Interesting weapon choice.

Lucifer heard rumors of the Earth taking on sentient life of its own, but he didn't believe it. These were Primordials! They held just as much power as the Elders so long as they were on Earthly domain. They were literally gods.

And...Adam was one of them?

"Are you this realm's leader?" The female said, shifting the weight of her spear. "If what you say is true about you helping us, then you WILL provide."

Hades steps up. This may not be his realm, but he is STILL Lord of the Dead. "Speak, or I will have every soul here tear and burn this place to the ground before turning them up on you."

Lucifer shivered. He could tell that he wasn't lying. "Yes. I am their King. If Persephone is here and not a lost soul, I will help you find her and bring out of Hell."

Adam looked at the man. He seemed familiar but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He supposed it didn't matter. If he didn't get Persephone back, then he was going to flood this place and then burn it into the ground. They didn't call him The Reaper for nothing.

"How about, while we search, I can offer you a place to stay? My daughter runs a hotel."

Charlie did not expect Dad to show up with the fucking Primordials

"Uh...welcome?"

Hades is beyond offended at the lack of structure in the afterlife. "Why the fuck isn't this place more organized?! So much chaos! Why aren't they on the reincarnation route?"

"Hu? Reincarnation?" Charlie asked confused.

"YES! If you're not an absolute beast of a human being, you reincarnate! Attain a good life three times and you get Eternal Paradise!"

Athena just shakes her head and gathers her brothers towards some open seats. A snap of her fingers makes them fit better so they can all sit down. They needed to know the layout of Hell. She knew strategies like the back of her hand.

"Now. You're the Princess of Hell?" Athena asked Charlie before a small one-eyed woman pointed a spear at her.

Athena tilted her head. "You will do well to lower your weapon child. Before I show you the power of a Goddess."

Ares laughs. "This one! I like her!" Taps Vaggie's spear, turning it gold and giving it a more wicked design. "This will draw more blood from your foes!"

Vaggie stumbles back and looks at her spear. Athena looked at her in the eyes and suddenly she saw her literal life flash before her eyes. This Goddess meant business....she shouldn't threaten someone this powerful. "You always did like the brave." Hades said.

"Brave or foolish?" Athena said with one more glance before turning to Charlie. "Well, are you the Princess or not?"

"I...I am. Uh, how can I help you?"

"My daughter, Persephone has gone missing. She was kidnapped and taken here." Adam said. "I can sense her here but I don't know where exactly....too many layers here."

Charlie's eyes widened. "Persephone... I've heard that name before."

"You should," Zeus said. "She's the Goddess of Spring. She's what brings that Earth beauty."

Some silence.

"....I thought Demeter was a woman."

Adam turned to what looked at what seemed to be a spider demon. "I've been depicted as such. I prefer the male form better." His form flickered and he turned into...well....a she. A well-endowed woman who looked regal and beautiful as she was angry. The form flickered and Adam was male again. "Demeter is one name I go by. Only my family calls me Adam."

Angel blinked. "So you're male leaning gender fluid. Cool."

Adam tilted his head. "If that helps you comprehend it better."

"No, that's Zeus, the God of Whores"

Zeus gasped at Ares.

"No, you're thinking of Apollo."

"What do you know of the layers here?" Adam asks.

Ares turns to Lucifer. "Anyway, shortsack, we didn't catch your name."

Adam glared at the interruption but looked to the King who was been...quite for some time.

Adam blinked. Something was digging at his memory. Something he wanted to forget...."The layers, Princess. What do you know of them?"

It's better to not dwell on the past.

Only, his family exchanged glances behind his back before they turned unreadable looks to the King of Hell. Adam might not remember chose not to but they remembered when Adam was young and innocent. Back when he would cry about how his two friends left him. Lucifer and Lilith. Two uncommon names that humans don't typically call their children.

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