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Burning Desires
The Darkling x afab!reader (smut with no pronoun use, to use of y/n)
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, pining, slight possessiveness
Notes: I have had this in my drafts for literal months but I just couldn’t get more than vibes for the longest time lol! But I’ve missed writing for the Darkling so much! And I would let him do anything to me lol! Enjoy! And feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates​
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“General?” you cleared your throat as you knocked at his door. 
It was late into the evening, but you knew he would still be up. He always waited up for your debrief at the end of the day, no matter how late it came at times. You had worked hard and moved up the ranks in the First Army, and you had the trust and confidence of your leader, General Kirigan. But, no one knew that you had something more as well.
You swallowed hard as your mind drifted back to a night very similar to this one not too long ago that ended in burning, passionate sex in his bed. But you pushed that thought down and hardened your expression as you swallowed hard and knocked again. As you strained for a response, you faintly heard his voice and with his permission, you opened the door and let yourself into his private quarters.
The general’s room was lavish and beautiful, and it momentarily took your breath away every time you entered. But, there was another sight in the room that made you gasp in surprise.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Kirigan smirked as he emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a fluffy black towel that hung low on his waist. The darkness of the towel contrasted with his skin as your eyes landed on the deep V that was clearly visible on his hips.
“S-sorry general,” you stuttered as you almost tripped over your own feet, “I’ll come back.”
In a flash, he crossed the room and grabbed onto your wrist, “Stay,” his voice had that tone of authority that made your heart pound in your chest, “What news do you have for me?”
Your mouth dropped open as you stayed in his tight grip. You almost forgot why you came to his room in the first place as your eyes took in his nearly naked figure. The pitch black towel was the only piece of fabric he had on, and he clearly just got out of the bath as you saw the way water droplets clung to his skin. They highlighted his toned muscles well and you swallowed hard as your gaze settled on his pecs.
When the general repeated your name, you immediately brought yourself back and forced yourself to focus again. With all the mental strength you could gather, you gave your weekly report, like you had done many times before. Although it was different this time when your general wore nothing but a towel and stood just inches from you.
General Kirigan watched you with his intense gaze as you spoke. But, as hard as he stared at you with those deep black eyes, you wondered if he even fully listened to your report or if he just wanted to watch you squirm. When he interrupted you with a question, you had your answer to your unasked one.
“How often do you think about our night together?” Kirigan’s voice was low as he stepped even closer to you and traced up your arms with his fingers.
The question caught you completely off guard as you choked on your words as you struggled to answer him, “I…” you looked up and met his gaze and you let out a deep exhale.
“I think about it every damn night,” he confessed as his fingers traced the outline of your face.
Again, his words caught you off guard but you finally formed an answer, “Me too.” You stayed still as Kirigan leaned in and ghosted his lips over yours, “General…”
“I want you to say my name,” he whispered.
You trembled under his touch and you whispered his name in a prayer, “Aleksander…”
With that, he closed the small gap between your faces and took your lips with his in a heated kiss. You tilted your head back and instantly gave him access and surrendered to him. He swallowed the soft moan you left out as his hands roamed all over your body. Aleksander groaned your name in between kisses as he tugged at your kefta.
The general broke away and looked at you with a burning passion as he slid your kefta off your shoulders. He placed one feather-light kiss on your forehead before he turned around and hung your kefta with such care. Your mouth dropped open as he ran his hand down the soft fabric before he faced you again.
Before you had the chance to say anything, you felt Aleksander’s large hands on either side of your face and his lips took yours once more. You felt the way he gripped you tightly, almost as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you reached out and rested your hands on his chest.
Aleksander broke the kiss and looked at you once he felt the pressure of your touch, “Do you need me to stop?” he asked with a sincere look in his eyes.
You hadn’t even realized your eyes fluttered shut when he kissed you until you were forced to open them and look him deep in the eyes, “Don’t you dare.”
A shadow came across his face and he launched forward at you again and kissed you with more fervor. You both moaned against each other and you clawed at the other in a sudden rush of desperation. With your permission, the general tugged at your clothing piece by piece as his hands roamed all over your body and stripped you of your top. You, in turn, ran your hands from his shoulder across his chest and down his torso.
You smirked against him when you felt a shiver from his body. As your hand traced lower on his body and you reached the top of the towel, you felt more bold. With a smirk against Aleksander’s lips, you gave the towel a gentle tug. 
Suddenly, a strong grip on your wrist stopped you and you broke away from the general and looked into his eyes. In his gaze you found a burning desire, but also a look of warning.
“Are you sure?” Aleksander’s voice was low and dripping with lust, but you knew if you said the word everything stopped then and there.
Yet you didn’t want it to, “Yes,” you whispered confidently as you yanked the towel from his body and left him completely bare for you.
It was your turn to look with a burning gaze as your eyes trailed down his toned body. Without the towel, you saw that he was already half hard for you and it lit a newfound fire within you. A whine escaped your lips before you could stop it and a gentle hand under your chin slowly forced you to look back up and into Aleksander’s eyes once more.
“I need you,” he growled before he swiftly guided you across the room to his bed.
In a whirlwind, you suddenly found yourself on your back on his larsh, luxurious bed. You didn’t even notice he stripped you completely in the movement until his eyes landed between your parted legs. For a moment, you felt embarrassed that your general saw you in such a vulnerable state, even if this wasn’t the first time. Heat rose in your body as your breath quickened, and you knew he caught the way your breasts swayed gently with your breathing.
“Beautiful,” he groaned as he climbed on top of you.
All you could do was moan and surrender yourself to him and his touches. Aleksander started at your hips as he tickled you with just his fingertips. He smirked as he watched the goosebumps rise on your skin and you shivered with anticipation. His touch became firmer as he moved up your sides and cupped your breasts. 
“Aleksander…” you moaned as he ran his thumbs across your nipples. The sensations of his touches sent shockwaves throughout your whole body and sparked a fire deep within you, “Need you…”
He rocked his cock along your folds as you spread your legs for him, “I’ve got you,” he murmured as he leaned forward and attached his lips to your neck and sucked at the sensitive spot there.
You wrapped your arms around him and held onto him as if your life depended on it as he continued to tease your pussy with his cock. A needy whimper escaped your lips as you pleaded with your eyes for more.
Just as you were about to beg for more, Aleksander pushed the tip of his cock into your pussy. Instead of words, all that you let out was a loud moan as you suddenly felt the stretch of him inch by slow inch as he pushed himself into you.
“Fuck,” Aleksander growled as he felt your warmth engulf him.
He propped himself up and grabbed onto your wrists. With one final thrust to sheathe himself completely sindie you, Aleksander lifted your arms up over your head and pinned them down onto the bed. With his weight on your arms, he slowly but harshly thrust into you over and over again.
You arched your back as you took everything the general gave you. Moans and cries escaped your lips with every thrust of his hips and you felt wonderfully helpless against him. He hit every spot inside you that drove you wild and you had never felt so filled as when he fucked you. 
He kept his steady but strong pace as he watched the way your face twisted in pleasure. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth hung open as all your beautiful sounds spilled from it. Aleksander’s eyes drifted down slightly so that he watched the way your breasts swung with every thrust of his hips. He tightened his grip on your wrists as his head swam from lust.
“So… Beautiful,” he groaned as he picked up his pace slightly.
Aleksander was calculating, even when his mind was lost to his ache for you. Aleksander made sure to satisfy you with every movement of his hips, but never enough to get you close to your climax yet. He wasn’t finished playing with you just yet, and he selfishly wanted more and more of you.
He let go of your wrists as he pushed his length completely inside you once more. The low growl he let out was drowned out by your moan as you felt him deeper inside you than ever before. Even when he let go of your wrists, your arms stayed above your head as he dragged his fingers down the length of your limbs. The feather-light touches were a stark contrast to the harsh rhythm of his hips, but you knew the softness wouldn’t last.
“I think,” Aleksander spoke in a low tone, “You would look even more beautiful,” he let out a heavy breath as your eyes opened and met his gaze, “With my hand around that pretty neck.”
Gently, he covered your throat with his large hand and put just a slight amount of pressure at the base of your jaw. Your eyes went wide as you gasped and your hands immediately grabbed onto his arm. Aleksander stayed still for several moments as your breathing and pulse quickened.
At first, you weren’t sure what to make of his bold move. But, you trusted your general with everything you were, and with a short nod you gave him silent permission to continue. You knew that was what he wanted, and the moment you agreed to his silent proposal, he tightened his grip on your neck.
A loud gasp escaped your throat before he started to pound into you again. This time, his pace was faster and harder as he increased the pressure on your throat. You let out a silent scream as you felt like you would float away from the pleasure he gave you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the sensations of his hand on your throat and his cock inside you was almost overwhelming, but in the best way possible. 
It was a sensation unlike anything you had experienced before, and the pressure from Aleksander’s hand on your throat added to the feeling of his cock inside you. Still, you felt his burning gaze on you, even if your vision clouded. You weren’t sure if it was from the lack of air or if the Darkling had let go of his inhibitions and filled the room in darkness.
Aleksander watched you with an intense gaze as he pounded into you with everything he had. The way your eyes glazed over and drool dribbled from the corners of your mouth as he pressed on your neck turned him on more than anything had before. The way you gave yourself to him fully and trusted him to keep you safe even when things teetered on the dangerous sparked something within the Darkling that had been dormant for so many years.
He growled your name through gritted teeth as he leaned forward and hovered over your face. His hips never faltered even when he shifted, and when you let out a croaked squeal, he knew he hit the perfect spot within you. Fueled by lust and his own emotions, Aleksander thrust into you over and over with wanton abandon, determined to make you cum harder than ever before.
“Show me how beautiful you are when you cum for me,” he groaned, “Give me what is mine.”
With that, he released his grip on your neck and the moment all the air rushed back into your lungs you completely lost control. You came hard as you trembled and tightened your grip on him. Tears fell from your eyes as you let out a hoarse scream.
Aleksander watched the show through his pitch black eyes, not wanting to miss a moment. He kept up his pace as long as he could until his own orgasm took over him. He leaned forward and covered your body with his as he spilled himself inside you. Aleksander bit your shoulder as he pumped himself into you over and over until he had nothing more to give.
Spent, his legs gave out and Aleksander flopped limp on top of you, his cock still buried deep inside you. Neither of you cared to move, and neither of you had the energy to even if you wanted to. You wrapped your arms and legs around him and held him close as you placed a feather light kiss on the side of his head.
Aleksander in turn squeezed you tighter. It was unspoken between the two of you, but you couldn’t deny the tension that always hung in the air when you were close. And tonight, everything bubbled over to the surface for the second time. The embers of passions erupted into a burning flame of passion, stoked by both of you.
Just as he let out a soft groan and tried to push himself up, you wrapped yourself around him and held him securely. “Stay,” you whispered in his ear.
He let out a low chuckle, “Gladly,” Aleksander purred back as he settled himself on top of you once more, “Never want to let you go.”
You gasped at his bold words, but you clung to him even tighter, “Me either,” you admitted as you dug your nails into his back. You weren’t sure where this rush of emotions came from, but you were also done fighting them.
“You’re mine,” he squeezed you tightly as he bit into your skin.
“Yours,” you whispered back in a promise. 
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allegra-writes · 2 years
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Don’t hate me, I come in peace 😁 but but could you do an outtake based on this little bit from The Great Escape I?
"Did we ever made it to Lombardi's?" Billy finally asked, referring to the promise he had made you long ago, as you shared a dinner just like this one, of taking you for real pizza once you both were back home.
It was probably a fluffy moment between Billy and Nightingale. I just need more of these two… you know… like a crack addict.
😘😘😘😘😘
Sadly, they never did make it to Lombardi's (you'll see why later) 💔
But I certainly can give you a little snippet of when the promise was made. Ps: I could never hate you, bestie, ILY 💖
"Pizza Night"
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Moodboard by the lovely and talented @slut4benbarnes
Billy Russo x Reader
General Audiences
Warnings: War setting. Mentions of injury. Unapologetic fluff.
Part of the "Hopeless Romantic" series, can be read as a stand alone.
MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE
"Fuck, yeah, I got pizza!!"
Billy snapped his head up at Gunter's triumphant exclamation. He cursed internally, the entire team was aware Gunter was the biggest foodie among them, it was just his luck he would be the one to get the prized Menu 23, but so far nothing had been easy in Billy's life, this was hardly a challenge for him. Thinking quickly, he decided on bribing as his first plan, even though he knew it was a hard bargain. If it failed, if everything failed, anyway, he wasn’t above begging.
Not for this. Not for you.
"I'll give you all my desserts for three days if you trade with me"
It was enough to stop Gunter dead in his tracks before he even opened his package, surprise clear on his face.
"You watching your figure, Bill?" Frank called out from the other side of the tent, "You don't need to get anymore handsome, you know? You already the beauty of the team"
There were a couple of good natured cheers and calls of "Billy, the beaut!" from the others, but for once, he paid them no mind, eyes fixed on the hesitating Gunter.
"One week" Billy raised his offer, "starting right now"
Still, Gunter seemed reluctant, so he decided to go for the kill,
"I have a cinnamon roll right now..."
"Deal!" The soldier all but shouted, his sweet tooth making his decision for him. Billy smiled as they traded packets, shaking his friend's hand in mock formality under the bewildered gazes of the entire team. It was a peculiar scene for them, so far away from home and in such an inhospitable place where the simple, domestic pleasures of life were so few and far between , desserts were coveted and hoarded, sometimes even exchanged as currency, just like cigarettes. Gunter had definitely gotten the better end of the deal, outrageously so, and it wasn't like Billy. Cunning, brilliant Billy, the too-clever fox of the Raiders regiment, a man who had managed time and time again to strip his teammates of new socks, sweets and various goods in bargains and bets. It's was fishy, to say the least, and more than one of them wondered what the little bastard's angle was, especially as he took his price, dug out of his backpack for another little brown package and ducked out of the tent.
It was way too conspicuous for Frank not to follow him.
"What you up to, Blackbird? We both know this crap isn't worth a week's desserts..."
Billy stopped enough to let his friend catch up to him, it was no use trying to lose him or bullshit his way out of this one, not when you'd probably tell him about it tomorrow, and not when he knew Frank's intentions were good. He had taken you under his wing as soon as you had been assigned to the operation, in typical Castle way, not only showing you the ropes around their base but also making it completely clear to everyone, even Orange, that you were to be left alone, unless they wanted to answer to him, and by proxy, to Billy too. He didn't blame him, Billy too had seen the fucked up stuff a woman in the army was exposed too, and he would burn the entire Compound before letting anything like that happen to you.
Nah, honestly was probably the best policy here, so he replied,
"It's for Y/N. You know she's been in a bit of a funk since Harry..." He trailed off, but Frank needed no further explanation. They all had felt the loss of Sargent Bendix acutely, but none more than you did. You never said it, but they all suspected you felt personally responsable for not being able to save him. Hearing about the wife and little girl he had left behind probably didn't help either.
"Yeah, I've noticed. Don't know what shitty pizza's gotta do with this, tho"
"It's her comfort food" Billy explained, a peculiar feeling of heat creeping up his neck and face, "She told me how whenever she was down, back home, her best friend would show up with an entire pie and they would finish off the whole thing... I just thought, maybe, we could share a couple slices and it could cheer her up"
"In that case," Frank produced his own little brown package, "Mind if I crash your date?"
"Dude, you got pizza too?? You could have told me before I gave up all my desserts to freaking Gunter!"
Frank laughed at Billy's betrayed look, but quickly sobered up before asking,
"Have you given any thought to what we talked about? You know... The whole "quality over quantity thing"?"
"What's it got to do with pizza night?"
The older marine gaped at his friend, but seeing his genuine look of confusion, he decided to let it go, for now. Luckily, he was saved from having the oblivious Billy questioning him further by finally arriving to the medical tent.
"Hey doc!"
"Well, if it isn't my two favorite Raiders!" Your, admittedly subdued, smile was still enough to make Billy's stomach feel funny. "What can I do for you, boys?"
Billy shook his head,
"Oh, no. This time, is what we can do for you" At your raising eyebrows, Billy raised the MREs, "Would you like to join us for pizza?"
Your face lit up like the morning sky, intensifying the strange feeling In Billy's stomach. It wasn't a bad feeling though, it was warm and exhilarating, not unlike that first drop on a roller-coaster, or the first plane he ever rode taking off. He quickly decided he would go dessert-less for a month, if that's what it took putting that look on your face again.
Neither Frank nor him protested as you took hold of their sweaters and pulled them inside, it was always funny when you manhandled them as if they weren't almost twice your size. Billy idly wondered if that was what having a little sister would feel like, unbidden images of an idyllic childhood neither of you had crossinghis mind. Of picket fences and tiny hands pushing him around, bullying him into giving you another push at the swings, into pulling you up a tree, into a dance instead of a game of ball like he wanted... the bewildering realization that, in that fantasy, he was actually looking at the kids from the outside as you stood by his side on an imaginary porch that looked suspiciously like the Castles' made him shook his head, finally coming out of his reverie to find himself and Frank sitting behind a gurney, setting up the heaters to get dinner ready as you disappeared into the back of the tent.
... Only to return with-
"No way"
"No fucking wa-"
"How on earth did you get those in here?"
You cracked open the three beers, handing them over before replying,
"I have my ways"
"Which are..." Frank insisted.
"Classified" You winked at Billy.
"Woahhhhh"
"Ouch!"
"That's payback for all the times you gave me that answer"
"Oh, she's ruthless!" Frank laughed
"Come on, it's not our fault, our missions are classified!" Billy defended himself. Had it been up to him, he would have told you everything you wanted to know and more.
"It's frustrating" It wasn't the first time you complained about your lack of clearance, "Have you got any idea how difficult is to treat someone when you don't know how they got that way in the first place?"
"I can tell you how I always get hurt, saving his fat ass" Billy accused, pointing his pizza slice at Frank.
"Oh, no, I can tell you the truth about how he gets hurt" Frank countered, "trying to manwhore his way through the mission"
That got him a snort from you.
"I keep telling him: Bill, you can't flirt the enemy into submission. You need more than a Colgate smile and an ass that just won't quit to win the war, but he just won't listen..."
You were practically in stitches, pizza still untouched as you tried to get yourself under control again. Billy felt a strange pang of something a lot like jealousy directed at his best friend. It was childish and selfish, but everyone already preffered Frank, he wanted to be your favorite.
"I finished the book you gave me" The sudden change in subject wasn't an attempt to regain your attention. At all.
Your eyes lit up with excitement at that.
"And..." You prompted, your enthusiasm too adorable for Billy to keep playing dumb.
"And you were right" He admitted, "Leto II is a much more interesting character than Paul ever was"
"Yes! I told you he was! He's so much more complex and conflicted, he's both the best and the worst in humanity and-"
"And I will take both your books away if you don't start eating right now" Frank admonished, shifting almost involuntarily into father mode, "This shit is barely passable hot, and completely disgusting cold, so you better hurry finishing your diner"
"Oh, come on, it's not so bad, this is actually pretty good! You're just a couple of New York pizza snobs..."
"Only someone who hasn't tried real pizza can say that" Frank lamented.
"You know what? When we get back home, I'll take you to Lombardi's" Billy decided, "Best pizza in New York-"
"In the world!"
"- You'll love it"
You smiled, the first real smile you had smiled in a week, eyes trained on Billy and on Billy only, and it was as if the sun had arisen inside his chest, it was amazing, how you could warm him up inside, bring light to even the coldest, darkest parts of him.
"Great, it's a date" The picture of nonchalance, you took another bite, as Billy almost choked on his pizza and Frank simply stared with a smug, knowing smirk on his face.
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an-angels-fury · 1 month
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🌟 You Are My Destiny 🌟 - A Caspeter Playlist
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A small tribute to @equixen's new fanfic "Our Hands Are Tied" 🫶
True Love - P!nk
Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say / Sometimes I wanna slap you on your whole face / There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down / I know life would suck without you / At the same time I wanna hug you / I wanna wrap my hands around your neck / You're an asshole, but I love you / And you make me so mad, I ask myself / Why I'm still here? Or where could I go? / You're the only love I've ever known / But I hate you, I really hate you / So much I think it must be true love
I Found - Amber Run
And I'll use you as a warning sign / That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind / And I'll use you as a focal point / So I don't lose sight of what I want / Oh, and I found love where it wasn't supposed to be / Right in front of me / So talk some sense to me
Wicked Game (Cover) - Ursine Vulpine, Annaca
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you / It's strange what desire will make foolish people do / I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you / And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you / Oh I don't want to fall in love / Oh I don't want to fall in love with you
War of Hearts - Ruelle
I can't help but love you / Even though I try not to / I can't help but want you / I know that I would die without you
Neptune - Sleeping at Last
I'm only honest when it rains / If I time it right the thunder breaks / When I open my mouth / I wanna tell you but I don't know how / I'm only honest when it rains / An open book with a torn out page / And my inks run out / I wanna love you but I don't know how / I don't know how
Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi
So, before you go / Was there something I could've said to make your heart beat better? / If only I've known you had a storm to weather / So, before you go / Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting? / It kills me how your mind could make you feel so worthless
The Great War - Taylor Swift
There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair / And we will never go back to that / Bloodshed, crimson clover / Uh-uh, the worst was over / My hand was the one you reached for / All throughout the Great War / Always remember, uh-uh / We're burned for better / I vowed I would always be yours / 'Cause we survived the Great War
Who Wants to Live Forever - Queen
There's no time for us / There's no place for us / What is this thing that builds our dreams, yet slips away from us? / There's no chance for us / It's all decided for us / This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us
Arcade - Duncan Laurence
A broken heart is all that's left / I'm still fixing all the cracks / Lost a couple of pieces when / I carried it, carried it, carried home / I'm afraid of all I am / My mind feels like a foreign land / Silence ringin' inside my head / Please, carry me, carry me, carry me home / I've spent all of the love I saved / We were always a losing game / Small town boy in a big arcade / I got addicted to a losing game / Oh, all I know, all I know / Loving you is a losing game
In My Veins - Andrew Belle
Nothing goes as planned / Everything will break / People say goodbye, in their own special way / All that you rely on and all that you can fake / Will leave you in the morning but find you in the day / Oh, you're in my veins and I cannot get you out / Oh, you're all I taste at night inside of my mouth / Oh, you run away 'cause I am not what you found / Oh, you're in my veins and I cannot get you out
Dynasty - MIIA
The scar I can't reverse / The more it heals, the worse it hurts / Gave you every piece of me / No wonder it's missing / Don't know how to be so close to someone so distant / And all I gave is gone / Tumbled like it was stone / Thought we built a dynasty that Heaven couldn't shake / Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made / Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up
All I Want - Kodaline
All I want is nothing more / To hear you knocking at my door / 'Cause if I could see your face once more / I could die a happy man, I'm sure / When you said your last goodbye / I died a little bit inside / I lay in tears in bed all night / Alone, without you by my side / But if you love me / Why would you leave me?
Rewrite the Stars - Zac Efron, Zendaya
How do we rewrite the stars? / Say you were made to be mine / Nothing can keep us apart / 'Cause you are the one I was meant to find / It's up to you, and it's up to me / No can say what we get to be / Why don't we rewrite the stars / Changing the world to be ours / You know I want you / It's not a secret I try to hide / But I can't have you / We're bound to break and my hands are tied
Fire on Fire - Sam Smith
When we fight, we fight like lions / But then we love and feel the truth / We lose our minds in a city of roses / We won't abide by any rules / I don't say a word / But still you take my breath and steal the things I know / There you go, saving me from out of the cold / Fire on fire, would normally kill us / But with this much desire, together, we're winners / They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners / But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms / 'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me / And look in my eyes / You are perfection, my only direction / It's fire on fire
King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men
Howling ghosts, they reappear / In mountains that are stacked with fear / But you're a king and I'm a lionheart / And in the sea that's painted black / Creatures lurk below the deck / But you're a king and I'm a lionheart / As the world comes to an end / I'll be here to hold your hand / 'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart
Two Men in Love - The Irrepressibles
If I asked you now / Will you be my prince? / Will you lay down your armor / And be with me forever? / When you open me / All the power in me moves / How you want to see / All the depths of me real / When you open me / All the power in me moves / I feel real / I love you
Turning Page - Sleeping at Last
I've waited a hundred years / But I'd wait a million more for you / Nothing prepared me for / What the privilege of being yours would do / If I had only felt the warmth within your touch / If I had only seen how you smiled when you blushed / Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough / I would have known what I was living for all along / What I've been living for / Your love is my turning page / Only the sweetest words remain / Every kiss is a cursive line / Every touch is a redefined phrase
Saturn - Sleeping at Last
You taught me the courage of stars before you left / How light carries on endlessly even after death / With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite / How rare and beautiful it is to even exist / I couldn't help but ask / For you to say it all again / I tried to write it down / But I could never find a pen / I'd give anything to hear / You say it one more time / That the universe was made / Just to be seen by my eyes
You - Keaton Henson
If you must leave / Leave as though fire burns under your feet / If you must speak / Speak every word as though it were unique / If you must die, sweetheart / Die knowing your life was my life's best part / If you must die / Remember your life
A Time for Us - Barratt Waugh
A time for us someday there'll be / When chains are torn by courage born / Of love that's free / A time when dreams so long denied / Will flourish as we unveil / The love we now must hide / A time for us at last to see / A time worthwhile for you and me / And with our love through tears and thorns / We will endure as we pass surely / Through every storm / A time for us someday there'll be / A new world, a world of shining hope for you and me
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celestialspecial · 7 months
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Vibrantly Hidden
Synopsis: Lydia has been forced to return home to live with her sisters. The well of magick runs deep in her family, despite her best efforts to avoid that aspect of herself. But strange things are afoot in the town of Crystal Falls and in order to figure out these bizarre happenings she must work alongside her enemy from a rival coven-Billy Russo.
Authors Notes: This story has been my passion project as of late and something that I maybe hope to turn into something real and tangible one day. As a special thanks for all your support I want to share it with you first :) The title is still in the works as I explore other options- input is very welcome on it!
Warnings: 18+, Witchcraft and Magick, Some horror elements, graphic descriptions, smut (use your own discernment)
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Chapter One: Click your heels together three times
There were few things I’m certain of in life. 
Never conjure when angry or when the moon is waning.
River spirits never forget a bargain spurned.
The Russo Coven couldn’t be trusted.
It was the near end of august, September rode in on the back of a cool breeze and yellow tinged leaves. 
Sipping a slightly-too salty margarita on a wine bar patio, the glass sweating despite the soft breeze. 
While most people were excited about autumn and all the treats the “-Ber months brought I couldn’t help but feel a pit of sadness at the thought of summer ending.
Ignoring reality had been my personal goal for the season and I’d done it so well. Books by the pool, painting sessions on the beach(with all the retired folks), hikes along trails covered in moss and jagged stones.
Sipping cocktails on patios like this, savoring the complex flavors and picking at charcuterie boards with cheeses whos names I butchered while ordering.
I was living the life. But with each passing day I knew I couldn’t ignore it for much longer. 
After budget cuts, my position at the local art museum was no longer “essential”. Having a background in art history left one wanting for jobs in a bad way.
I should be grateful for the job posting my older sister Elizabeth had sent but when I saw it conveniently was at the local college back home I couldn’t conceal the anxiety taking root in my chest.
I’d applied haphazardly, fully anticipating another, “thank you for your interest- we’ve decided to move ahead with other candidates.” 
But when I saw the “we’d love to have you come on board!” Intro line I knew my fate had been sealed. 
I needed this job.
It wouldn’t be so bad living back at home for a little while until another opportunity came along, right? 
My younger sister Emily was ecstatic. It almost broke my heart a little to imagine telling her I didn’t quite feel the same amount of eagerness.
I’d moved away because I wanted to feel free, to see what my life could be outside of the confines of my hometown. Outside of what I was.
I had needed space. Space in the form of multiple hundreds of miles away. 
Most people grow up playing on swing sets and eating peanut butter sandwiches. Growing up in a family of witches, is something entirely different.
When you’re young and impressionable the idea of having powers, knowing there’s more to life than what most others know. It can feel feel empowering. 
To me it was daunting. Exhausting. It’s not all hocus pocus and fun spellbooks or brewing potions.
I didn’t want to be me. I wanted something else.
Something normal.
The Dawson name was well known and revered in the town of Crystal Falls. We’d been here since the town was christened along with a few other families.
There’d been a Dawson Mayor, Head of the newspaper, a few doctors, even a sheriff. 
If only the upstanding community was aware that the Dawson name was a coven. Not just your run of the mill one, but powerful witches, dating back centuries.
The town today had no idea that witches had laid claim to this land so many years ago.
It’s not something one can post on social media. After the debacle in Salem all the smart actual witches branched off. Some migrated to the Midwest, others searched for the west coast. 
The Dawson’s had gone upwards along the east coast, becoming almost nomadic in nature until settling into a small village, close to the ocean but gently tucked into a blanket of forest.
A river cut through town giving a grand display of multiple waterfalls that ended at the nearby beach. 
If you caught one of the large celestial events of comets or a grandiose full moon the river and falls seemed to glimmer and glow, taking on an ethereal hue.
Hence the name- Crystal Falls. 
Our family had helped imbue protective barriers around the town alongside the Russo coven. Another family of warlocks that had also managed to stumble upon this area.
It was beautiful and charged with an uncontained wild nature that must’ve called to our ancestors in some way. And above all else- it was home.
Me and my sisters had been raised by our aunt and grandmother after our parents died when we were young.
It had been labeled an accident. Driving through the mountainous terrain to reach town was dangerous even during the brightest of days.
But there had been signs, too many for our families liking, to chalk it up to merely an accident. There were too many “magickal” elements at play to ignore.
The brand new car losing control, the large tree having conveniently fallen, after the too conspicuous lightning strike and torrential storm appearing on an otherwise clear meteorological prediction.
I tried not to think of it too long, for fear of losing myself in the grief. Too afraid of falling into the whirlpool of those feelings and drowning, never to be seen again.
“Would you like another?” The waitress asked, taking away my now empty margarita glass.
“Yes please, actually do you have anything remaining from the seasonal menu?”
“Sorry, we just finished the last of the summer sangria but we do have our fall menu out! Fig spritzer with sugared thyme and a pumpkin spice bourbon.”
Another nail in the coffin. Summer was over and I needed to face the reality of my impending trip back home. Whether I liked it or not.
Picking some random Chardonnay off the menu in silent rebellion to their fall drinks I feel a tingle in my left pinkie.
I recognize that feeling. It appears when I’m sad. Or stressed. Or angry. Sometimes when I’m happy. 
I’ll be watching a Netflix show and laughing so hard on my sofa and then I feel the tingling sensation in my fingertips. 
Like dipping my fingers into super icy water then immediately into hot boiling water. I catch it and breathe into the feeling.
Willing it to stop. 
Some tries take longer than others. Over the years I’ve managed to muffle that part of me that yearns to escape.
A rabid dog locked in a basement waiting for the caretaker to get sloppy, lazy. Bursting past the seam of the door and bounding freely into the night.
Not today. One day perhaps. I shudder thinking about it. Or maybe it’s just the breeze, goose bumps break out along my arms and chest.
Eventually after some practiced breathing I feel the tiny reverberations cease. Returning from whence they came.
Boy how I am not looking forward to going home.
The drive back home was a scenic four hour trek through mountains and forestry that could make any camper or hiking enthusiast’s mouth water. 
I’d lost count over the years how many scenic overlooks dotted the area and if there was a drinking game involving shots every time a quaint picturesque New England type village popped up on google maps one would quickly die of alcohol poisoning.
“What do you want for dinner?” Elizabeth’s text pinged on my phone that was propped on the dash hastily.
“So excited!!!!” Emily responded not two seconds later. The age dynamics were far too apparent.
I couldn’t help but grin, I loved my sisters I really do, but it’s been so long since I’d lived with them. 
Elizabeth came into her magic first- understandably so, being the oldest. Grandma was so proud, seeing Lizzy carry on the Dawson legacy.
“Easy Em” 
“Sorry! Sorry! Drive safe!”
I rolled my eyes, chuckling a little as I turned onto another mountain path. This added time to my trip but I just …couldn’t bring myself to take the other route. Not yet.
After another hour or so of driving I finally saw the sign for Crystal Falls, keep right for 30 miles. 
A crusted slab of wood with paint peeling off of it. Emerald green and white swirls of paint beckoning any passerby to stop.
It didn’t pass my notice that a handful of trees had leaves tinged in orange, a few scattered red bursts.
Traitors.
It would be beautiful. The kiss of death to summer and its green tinged warmth. I’d even miss the bugs.
Turning down the Main Street there was a constant stream of activity. People walking in and out of shops, visitors milling around the welcome center, campers clearly here for the upcoming fall foliage unfurling comically large maps of the cave systems.
There was a gazebo at the town center, a la Gilmore girls Stars Hollow that was always decorated according to season. 
I said a silent prayer of thanks seeing the sunflowers still adorning it and not hay bales and pumpkins.
Festive mums sat in fat glazed pots in front of the stores. I rolled my windows down to inhale the smell of home.
Wondering if it’d smell like how I remembered. Fresh flowers, sweet honeysuckle and that tell tale pinch of chill.
Tree branches swayed overhead with the seasonal breeze. Yellowed leaves broke off of a nearby oak and scattered into the street. 
I watched as a gaggle of school girls walked over them, crunching them into the pavement without a thought.
Turning off the main causeway and into the more scenic countryside where a few vineyards with their adjoining wineries sat.
Moon Brew Farm with their delicious peach wine. Cats Tail Vineyard that created a bubbly moscato with hints of fresh blackberry. 
I could feel my mouth water just imagining it, that full mouth feel. Fizzing bubbles popping on my tongue and chasing it with a panini whose sides runneth over in pale cheese.
My stomach gurgled, begging for food. I had only stopped at a Wendy’s on the way since the McDonald’s drive through had a line longer than I cared to sit in.
The remnants of a devoured chicken sandwich rested on my center console. The paper still flecked with grease and a loose pickle that somehow managed to escape my mouth.
I passed a large estate off to the left. A high arched gate cutting the drive off at the main road. The stone pillar at the end read, “Russo.” Engraved into a black marble plaque. 
I drove by, right hand on the wheel, left out the window in an honorary “one finger salute ” at the disgusting excuse for a castle marring our town.
Dirt billowed behind my rickety Subaru as I finally ambled onto a gravel driveway. The popping sound of rocks being shot out from underneath my tires like rapid shrapnel alerted the ladies inside. 
“Lydia!” Emily was the first to run out, screen door slamming shut into Elizabeth’s face as she jumped the porch steps completely.
Lizzy scowled, pushing the screen door out of her way like it owed her money.
“Em, what the hell?” 
I tossed my car in park just in time to see Emily’s grinning face and fists tapping at my window like a madwoman. 
“Can you give me like a second?” I managed a laugh, popping the door open only to be tackled in a rib cage smushing embrace.
“I missed you! So-o-o-o-o much!” Each ‘o’ was accompanied by a sway of our bodies back and forth. 
Elizabeth finally reached us, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear. 
“Bet you missed this.” She joked, gesturing to Emily who had wedged her face into my shoulder.
“Shuff-Upf” came Emily’s muffled response as she refused to let go. Maybe she was afraid I’d disintegrate, that I was some clever illusion instead of actually being here in the flesh.
“Missed you-“ I gave a genuine, albeit weary smile to my older sister, somehow untangling a limb to motion her into the bear hug going on.
“So glad to see you.” She relented, easing into the sister shuffle.
It felt nice. I hadn’t stopped so much to reminisce on these things when I was away. I did miss them. I did miss home. I just didn’t miss what home had meant to me for so long.
Eventually Emily peeled herself off of me and dragged me into the house, not pausing even when I nearly tripped on the porch steps.
“Luggage can wait for later!” She had stated. Dinner was ready and honestly I just wanted to unwind and zone out into a pile of amazing food.
Elizabeth and Emily got the cooking gene from our mother. I got my fathers gene of enjoying said cooking.
Chicken pot pie with a flaky crust, yams coated in golden butter, green beans sautéed with almonds and pepper and a peach cobbler with succulent fruit from the local farmers market.
“I still can’t believe you’re home and not just for a vacation but like, for good.” Emily twisted her fork into the leftover cobbler morsels, licking a crumb from her thumb.
“Not for good, just…for now.”
Elizabeth nodded sagely, catching my hesitation and being kind enough to change the subject. 
“How was the drive?”
“Not bad.” I spooned a piece of chicken coated in sauce onto my plate as Elizabeth took another bite of green beans. “I see tons of campers are already here. Don’t they know it’ll be weeks until fall foliage actually appears?”
“The mayor has been trying to push for more summer into fall events to draw in the crowds.” 
“Yeah Elizabeth’s boyfriend has really been overhauling the event planning thing.”
“He is NOT my boyfriend.” Her cheeks turned almost as red as her hair. “It’s about time we had a member of the council actually give a shit about our town and its livelihood.”
Emily dramatically sighed, bringing the back of her hand to her forehead and fluttered her eyelashes. “Yes whatever would we do without dear Sebastyan.”
“The crab?” I smirked, reaching my fork towards another yam. Lizzy pulled the plate away giving me that older sister, raised eyebrow look. It spelled out “watch it” clear enough for me to relent.
“Don’t you start with me.”  
Dinner wraps up with each of us carrying a Handful of dirty dishes into the kitchen. Piled high into the sink with an unspoken agreement to get to them tomorrow.
I watch the two of them joke and share inside info about their planned week ahead. Things I’d know if I lived here. Schedules that would make sense to me but are now new and unknown.
The two of them continue their conversation as I teeter my messy plate on top of an empty glass that once contained a milkshake. It feels weird to hear their voices in person again. The last time I was home was maybe two years ago? For Christmas?
Elizabeth is just as elegant as I remember. Tall, long red hair swept up into a modest pony tail. Barely a smudge of makeup on her but soft pale skin with a dash of freckles across her high cheekbones.
I remember standing on my tippy toes when we were little, getting measured against the doorframe, hoping and praying I’d grow as tall as my older sister.
Fate didn’t pay attention to my pleas. My body threw in the towel the minute I struck 5’3”. Cruel, if I’m being honest. She whisks about the kitchen making a funny face at something Emily said.
It feels like I’m in a fishbowl, hearing noises, knowing someone is speaking but it just sounds muffled and foreign to me. Like I’m not really here.
Emily makes another comment that pulls a laugh from Elizabeth. Emily has always been a lightning bolt. Even when she was a child. Her hair is cut into a blunt bob with thick heavy bangs. It’s dyed a dark brown that almost matches her hot chocolate colored eyes. 
She’s maybe an inch shorter than me, a rarity in our family that the oldest sibling is actually the tallest. My younger sister however has a face full of makeup. It never looks to be too much, always tastefully done and complimenting her features.
They’ve changed so much and not at all from when I last saw them. From the pictures I’d had hanging in my apartment that now sit in a storage facility. 
I feel the bubbling tightness in my chest and I’m yanked from my misty eyed staring. Being around them, their energy, I can feel parts of me clawing to get out. Like taking a spray bottle to a pesky cat, I shove it down.
Emily turned in first, working at a bakery requires her to be up before the sun. She gives me a quick hug once more.
“I really am excited you’re home…for however long.”  Before starting up the stairs, sounds of the shower turning on and soft lilting singing to some show tune carries throughout the halls.
“Wine?” Elizabeth holds a glass up with a bottle of cherry wine, the deep scarlet liquid looks intoxicating. 
“Please.”
We retreat to the porch as the last rays of sunset disappear behind the trees leaving that unsettling light blue that comes before navy then black.
The old rocking chairs groan as we take our seats. The sound the cork popping makes echoes throughout the woods surrounding the house. 
I never forgot how quiet it gets. The crickets had just started their nightly serenade and a few owl hoots call out from a distance. 
She pours me a hefty glass of the wine, handing it to me as we both delicately lean forward in our rickety chairs, balancing bottle and glasses.
Dozens of long shadows climb out from all around us. Reaching towards the front steps and skittering along the warped floorboards.
If I close my eyes it feels like I can even hear them calling out to me. Where have you been? Why have you been gone so long?
Every leaf, branch, blade of grass blending together to create large charcoal swaths against the forest floor. It both chills and excites me. 
“It is nice, ya know? To have you home for more than four days at a time.”
I feel myself shaken from my stupor. Mind slowly drifting back to where it’s supposed to be in the present. On the porch. With my sister. 
For the first time in years.
“You say that now since I’ve only been here for a few hours.” I take a long sip of the wine and let the fruity flavors dance on my tongue. 
“I’m serious.” I hear her rocker stop creaking, her eyes focused on me. Like burning sapphires. I’d always been jealous of her eyes. “I think this…this will be good for all of us.” 
I watch her take a drink before continuing, “We have a lot to catch up on.”
I ponder in silence, running my fingertip along the wine glass’ lip. For a little there’s only the sound of our rockers moving back and forth. 
Occasionally I’ll hear the sounds of Emily getting ready for bed upstairs. A single car drives past on the road, far enough we can’t make it out save for the headlights.
The vibrant ripples of yellow cutting through the trees then fading into the distance. The trees gobble up the remaining light.
“How’s work been?” 
Elizabeth smiles, pouring a little more wine into her cup. I notice as she sips deeply, letting her eyelids drift shut, pondering how to respond.
“It’s been good. I travel a little for work more now than usual but it’s ok. Rewarding.” 
“I couldn’t do it. Be a midwife.” She nodded thoughtfully at my comment, staring off into the ever darkening tree line.
The moon is out, but I watch as it quickly becomes obscured by passing clouds. 
“It can be tough, but I have this gift. It feels selfish to not use it. At least in a way that brings purpose to my life.” 
I found myself nodding and staring off as well. Elizabeth is a healer, ever since she was little she had a knack for it. Never getting colds, being able to concoct awful tasting potions that somehow worked and cured a multitude of things.
Every witch can do basic magic but more often than not, there’s a specialty. A gift that is unique to that person. 
Some people get lucky with theirs. Others not so much.
“You can go on the road with it. Really explore your options.” 
“I do have over a hundred 5 star yelp reviews.” She grinned toasting her glass to the air.
“Elizabeth Dawson-“ I held my hand in front of me, punctuating gestures as if reading a headline, “Midwife To The Stars!” 
We both giggled and took another sip after sloppily ‘cheers-ing’. 
“Ahhhh I don’t know if California or New York is for me.” She chuckled, twisting a strand of her dark red hair held by her ponytail. 
I settle back into my seat, rocking back and forth, pushing with my heels and feeling the entirety of my foot flatten then pitch back.
“Soooo Sebastyan?” 
“Don’t start with me already.” Liz smirked at me, dipping her fingers in the wine glass and flicking a few drops in my direction.
Maybe this was ok. Maybe this would be ok.
How silly and naïve I was.
After half an hour of sitting on the porch and enjoying the entire bottle of wine, the sky had fully morphed from navy to inky black. The local owl continued to hoot, a rhythmic sound that I could feel myself drifting off too.
Elizabeth had already placed her glass on the counter by the sink, turning in for the night. Flipping the porch light off and only on occasion would the motion sensor light by the back door turn on.
Squirrels, chipmunks, raccoons maybe even a coyote or two always liked to wander up by the back door and sniff around our trash bins. I sat up reading in the living room a while longer, not quite ready to face my old room.
Instead choosing to inspect the first floor, wondering what new things I could pick out from the décor. A small painting of Emily’s rabbit, Artimus that was clearly done on a wine and paint night.
Large bookshelves lined the backwall surrounding the TV, so many books from Elizabeth’s studies, health magazines spread along the coffee table.
A wreath with some greenery bearing white berries and red bow, a few old coffee tins and tea containers holding either flowers or some assortment of pens and paintbrushes.
So much was the same and yet I still felt like an outsider.
Surrendering to the reality I did need to go to bed I gathered my phone, book and flicked off the last of the remaining lamps to ascend the stairs.
Our gallery wall floated along the steps. Photos of almost every generation of our family lay plastered against the drywall that desperately needed repainted.
Our parents wedding day, their smiling faces. Moms bright blue eyes and Dads goofy grin in his tuxedo which was so chic in the eighties. Then came photos of Grandma and Aunt Cora.
I quickly shuffled past them. I had weeks, no, months, to look at these and let the waves of guilt wash over me. Not tonight. Not before bed anyways.
Padding across the plush carpet to my bedroom, the door ajar and bedside lamp on. No doubt from Elizabeth. It didn’t escape my notice the bundle of lavender and dill laid on my pillowcase.
For protection. I hold the small bundle in my lap a moment, searching my mind for the exact spells its used for. My grandmother would have a fit if she knew it was taking me this long.
What can I say? I’ve been living life as a normal human for the past ten years to the best of my ability. Ignoring anything magickal or otherwise. I’d even avoided palm readers at the local county fairs I’d gone to.
I wanted little to nothing to do with magick. Regardless of how deep it ran in our family. I lay the bundle down on the end table right next to my phone.
Please protect me from bad dating app messages.
A stack of clean towels and beauty products rested on the toilet seat in the bathroom. I pulled my hair back into a low bun, splashing water onto my face and rubbing some milky cleanser that I knew had to be Emily’s onto my skin.
It smelled fragrant, like lemons and a sweet sugary after scent. Glancing up to survey the damage from the long day on my face, expecting to see dark circles, dull dry skin, but instead I looked fine. I looked normal.
Turning the cleanser over in my hands wondering if it had some “extra” properties in it that I wasn’t aware of but my younger glamorous sister did. I couldn’t see anything outside the ordinary.
I didn’t sense anything off.
Shrugging and placing it back on the counter, before returning back to my bedroom. Allowing myself to fall heavily against the mattress, a comical ‘huff’ escaping my lips. This was it. I was here.
For however long I needed to be. My fingertips ran up along the hem of the quit on my bed. Feeling the bumps of stitches along the pads of my fingers, the different textured fabrics. My eyes felt heavy.
Sleep called to me, sweet and deep. The edges of my vision blurred and darkened. With the last of my remaining alertness I turned the lamp off. I felt that deep heaviness fall over me.
In the far-off distance I could hear the owl once more. Then it was truly silent.
The back-sensor light came on. I whined as my room was immediately filled with a bright fluorescent light.
“What the hell...” I rubbed at my eyes, still not adjusted to such a bright searing light all of a sudden. Then I heard something knock against the garage. It didn’t sound like a skunk, or a raccoon.
Unless it was a huge raccoon.
Doubtful.
Pushing off of the bed I crouched down, making my way to the window. The curtains were sheer and the blinds were up. Peering around the side I craned my neck to see what was out there.
It was quiet. So startlingly quiet. No fauna chirping or calling out into an otherwise peaceful night.
The light was still on, but there was nothing in the yard. No animals, no creeps. Nothing.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck perk up. A green spark tickled the end of my fingertips and I didn’t even attempt to shove it away. My body knew there was something out there.
We’re so used to being the predator, never the prey. My eyes continued to scan back and forth, wondering if I needed to let one of my sisters know something was up.
Maybe this was normal? Did the light just randomly turn on from time to time? Ya know- technology? So efficient.
If that was the case why did I feel so…off? Something, isn’t right. Then I see it.
A flicker so fast that I’m half certain my mind made it up. Back in the tree line by the back of the garage, a different kind of darkness.
Not the shadows I had seen earlier from the trees on the porch. This is more opaque. It seems to undulate as it moves along the back of the yard. It doesn’t glide but rather jerks.
I feel my heart begin to race.
Its pace is slow, unseemly. Shadow against shadow and yet I can see it clear as day. Blackness that swallows the night whole. It’s form shivers and writhes against a large oak.
I must be dreaming. Yes. I’d fallen asleep and now I am dreaming something up that isn’t there. What a funny story I’ll have to tell my sisters in the morning.
But to be sure…
I grab my phone, sliding my finger across the screen to bring up the camera, pointing it out the back window. Somehow in the few moments it took me to grab my phone its gone.
The shadow isn’t where I last saw it. I am dreaming. I set my phone back down and then I see it.  Or rather, it sees me.
It sees me, seeing it. And my body goes rigid.
Black malformed nothingness creeping along the garage and staring at me. Its featureless, save for cold pinpricks of red where eyes should be.
Red and beady, almost like light reflecting against an animals eyes.
It glows, but maybe anything would look glow-y against such a stark backdrop. The blood in my body runs like ice. The goose bumps have moved to my arms as well.
I don’t know how long we stare at each other. Maybe three seconds, maybe five minutes. I blink for the first time in I don’t know how long and when I stare back its gone.
Really gone this time.
I must have scanned the backyard and the fence and the woods and the garage multiple times for over ten minutes. I see nothing. My head feels fuzzy. Like I’d taken a large sleeping pill and have been fighting the effects for too long.
I hoist myself back into bed, because I am too afraid to go out there and check. Too tired to wake my sisters. It feels like my limbs have been replaced with sacks of flour.
Heavy, soft, the weight bringing me down. Pushing me against the mattress. I’m exhausted and alert and my body doesn’t know which to indulge more.
Eventually sleep wins and I drift off into a fitful night filled with dreams of sharp shadows following me. And one with red eyes leading the chase.
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🡒 ✨ 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐬 & 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐥 • 𝘉𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴 & 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥.
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All Things End, Part 9
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Fic Summary: William Thurber is left to pick up the pieces of his nightmare. Reader is a sensitive - a psychic - with knowledge of otherworldly things, and has been drawn to help William.
Characters: William Thurber, Sensitive/Psychic!Reader (F)
Words: 1.4k
Warnings: mention of near self-harm in the past, use of religious language
Masterlist ~ Part 8
(moodboard images found on Google. Please let me know if you are the creator and would like anything removed)
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So, William stayed with you until the worried lines smoothed from your forehead and your breaths drew even. Once he was sure you were asleep, he went to the bathroom to finally relieve his nearly bursting bladder.  
He cleaned up your nightgown and underclothes, with pink-tinged cheeks, and put them on the dresser in the room. Back in the bathroom, he pulled the drain from the plug and wiped up the water that had spilled over the edges. There was a rather large puddle on the tiles, and it further hurt William’s heart as he thought about what you’d seen in your vision. You poor thing. He felt truly awful about the things you’d experienced because he knew exactly what you had been through.  
He hadn’t mentioned it to you, but those days back, when Pickman had dropped off a painting at his house and William looked at it after a nightmare, he almost drove his knife into his eye. Luckily, Rebecca had come down and shaken him free of the thoughts, unbeknownst to her. If only he’d been around to stop Joe and Rebecca when their minds had become infected.
William splashed water on his face and looked over his ‘new’ reflection. He realized that he did not miss the moustache. James used to tug on it when he was younger - not extremely hard, mostly out of curiosity on the thing attached to his father’s face. James had been out of that phase for a while now, but his moustache always reminded William of his son. He felt tears burning his eyes at the thought of his son. His poor, innocent boy. He’d done nothing to deserve his fate. Betrayed by the one person who was supposed to protect him all because of Pickman’s wicked paintings.
William had to brace his hand against the sink as he pressed the other one against his forehead. Pained, his body trembled as he tried to fight off his mournful tears for his son. He might not have aspired to be a father when he was trying to become an artist, but he was so happy to have a son once James was born. When James picked up his first coloured pencil, William was overjoyed. He didn’t think he’d be able to love anyone more than he had Rebecca until he held that tiny baby in his arms.  
James was the one person William was supposed to protect. Rebecca didn’t need his protection. She was strong, opinionated, and wasn’t afraid to make herself heard. William never had to fear about her. But his son, he was an innocent. William had wanted to show off the thing he had been working so hard on, and it led to his child’s death. He wondered if he could ever forgive himself. He needed proper time to mourn, but there hadn’t been any. You’d found him before he could really spiral or hurt anyone, and he had just buried his family. William hadn’t really had time to process any of it before he was working with you to try to free his soul.  
William had to splash his face with water a few more times before he felt like he could exit the bathroom. Tonight, he’d do everything he could to rid his soul of the darkness that had attached to him. Then he’d get far away from Arkham and try to start over.
He wondered where he’d go and found himself hoping you’d let him stick around. He wondered why he hoped for that... you were merely a stranger. Weren’t you? But William knew that you were wise, kind, and he saw an innocent beauty to you… and he'd only known you for a few days. He realized he wanted to know you for longer.
Who was William kidding? You'd probably move on to the next person who’d become the centre of your visions and try to help them after you were done with him. That’s what you’d been doing, ever since you’d been on your own, you’d said. What would change that after you’d helped him?
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You felt much better when you woke up, despite having slept with soaking wet hair. The pillow was a little damp, and you wrinkled your noise before you sat up. Your hair was damp and probably unruly. But you felt good. You stretched your arms over your head and let out a big sigh.  
William was sitting at the desk and turned to look at you upon hearing you stir.
You felt cool air against your chest and realized that your robe had opened slightly. You covered yourself quickly. You weren’t fully exposed, but William had probably seen more of your cleavage than decent. You felt immense heat in your cheeks.
William looked away, probably sensing your discomfort. He got up and gestured to the table. “I went down and got breakfast.”
“What? Why?”
“You needed to sleep.” He said simply.
“But what if someone saw you and the police-”
William interrupted you. “Please, sweet girl. It’s fine. Come and eat.”
You still felt flushed, but you got out of bed and tied the robe more securely around your waist.  You ran your fingers through your hair as you walked over to sit at the little table.
It looked like William had already eaten because there was only one bowl of oatmeal on the table. You took it and appreciated the warmth from the porcelain that seeped to your chilled bones. William came over with a cup of tea, then returned with a cup of his own. He sat at the other end of the table.
You looked at him timidly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He gave you a charming little smile before he slipped his tea.
You ate in silence and when you were done, you went to the bathroom to clean your teeth. You saw that William had cleaned up the tub and floor and didn’t see your clothes. When your teeth were clean you went out to thank William for cleaning the bathroom.
“You didn’t have to clean up in there on my account. I would have done it.”
William waved his hand dismissively.  
“Or tidied up my clothes.”  
William’s cheeks flushed at that. He cleared his throat. “It’s no bother.”
“Well, thank you. I’ll change now.”
William shrugged. “But I think we’re nearly even for seeing each other indecent.” He smirked and you felt a wave of heat flush through your body.
You let out an embarrassed squeak and tried to cover it with a laugh. You went to the dresser where you had put some clothes to hide your burning face from him.
You had to splash some cold water on your face. You couldn’t get this way, not on such an important day. William was flustering you too much. Tonight, you had to face your darkest challenge yet, and you couldn’t go into it with William’s handsome face making your brain melt.
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It had now turned to evening, and William listened intently as you had gone over the plan with him one final time before you left the inn.  
You needed to bring along all the items you had gone and gotten the day before. The salt, sage, and he had watched you fill a flask with water and say a prayer over it with your rosary in your hand. You had explained to him that it was Holy Water and could be used as a defense against evil.
You had given William his own rosary and crucifix. “I’ll need you to always keep this on your person. And when we’re trying to expel the darkness, you might have to hold it in your hands.” You showed him how you held it. Beads wrapped around your fingers; crucifix presented in front of it all in your fist. Like how he had seen you hold it when you got Pickman’s paintings to burn at the gallery.
He nodded and tucked the beads into the pocket of his trousers.
If everything went according to plan, the beasts would be unable to pass the salt line around the well. The Gateway, you called it. You would expel the darkness from William’s soul and then be able to banish everything from the beasts to the spirits back down to Hell. Then William would brick over the well as you burned sage to cleanse the area.  
Only then would William be freed of what Pickman had brought into his life.
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Author’s Note: okay I promise, monster fighting in the next chapter!!!! I hope you guys are enjoying this! Are you yearning, yet?
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no-mercy-bby · 4 months
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I think that Shadow and Bone is unnecessarily complex btw
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minim236 · 2 years
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The i-Sabbah clan of Antioch
The family that Miriam Shephard originated from. She and her siblings living here were all turned by Elia, who mated with Salih. Unlike many notable clans, this was a matriarchal lead family, as they were all sired by Elia.
Miriam - Aiysha Hart
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Salih - Colin Salmon
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Zahra - Sibylla Deen
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Yasmin - Kylie Bunbury
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Aaron - Ben Barnes
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Elia - Medalion Rahimi
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my fic recs masterlist
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Bucky Barnes:
all bucky barnes
headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series
dbf!bucky  -  brothers bff  -  bff’s brother
neighbour  -  housewife reader
lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard
priest bucky  -  college
football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer
professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop
coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal
other AUs  -  taboo
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Stranger Things characters:
all eddie munson - all steve harrington
eddie and steve (x reader)
billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler
dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper
robin buckley - nancy wheeler
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Outer Banks Characters:
all Rafe Cameron
all JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)
Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton
John B. - Sarah Cameron
Kiara Carrera
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Marvel characters:
Wanda Maximoff  -   Kate Bishop
Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova
Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff
Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange
Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 
Moon knight  -  Steven Grant
Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton
Loki Laufeyson - Druig
Eddie Brock - Miles Morales
Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown
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Harry Potter characters:
Sirius Black - Remus Lupin 
James Potter - Poly!Marauders
Lily potter -  Cedric Diggory
George Weasley - Fred Weasley
Severus Snape - Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:
neteyam - aonung - lo’ak
rotxo - kiri - spider
jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey
tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch
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Top Gun chracters:
Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster - Bob
Iceman
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Wednesday characters:
Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus
Wednesday Addams - Divina
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Bridgerton characters:
Anthony Bridgerton -  Benedict Bridgerton
Colin Bridgerton
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Criminal Minds characters:
Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
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The Last of Us characters:
Joel Miller - Ellie Williams
Abby Anderson
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The Devil All The Time characters:
Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker
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Uncharted characters:
Nate Drake - Sam Drake
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Euphoria characters:
Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco
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On My Block characters:
Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz
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Modern Family characters:
Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy
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Ted Lasso:
Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt
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NHL players:
Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras
Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin
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Actors:
Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn
Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez
Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow
Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey
Jenna Ortega
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Miscellaneous characters:
Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -   Marcus Baker
Rodrick Heffley -  Hunter Sylvester
Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson
Nick Fowler -  Tangerine
Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’
Colin (Not Okay) -   Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)
Ash (No Exit) -  James Maguire (Derby Girls)
Jake Peralta - Nick Miller  - Brian O’conner
Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal
Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake
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Miscellaneous real people:
Billie Eilish - AEW Hook
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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3
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julesthequirky · 1 month
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The Choice: Chapter Seven
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All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.
Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.
Characters/Pairings: Fem!Reader, Dean, Beau and Ben (Soldier Boy)
Warnings: Language, typical Soldier Boy behaviour
W/C: 1,541
A/N: As you can see (for those who saw my post earlier) I have split the chapter into two. It wouldn't look right with all the chapters around the same and this one not.
A/N 2: Also it has crossed my attention that as much as you guys love these fics, please don't upload the ficpic to another social. I know none of the images are mine and you can decide to ignore my request, but it do 'make' them with the intent of them being uploaded solely by me. So far I've seen it on the pin board app.
Pulling yourself out of your reverie and ignoring the moisture between your legs, you located Dean in the hat section. He, of course, had on a cowboy hat and posing in front of the mirror.
“Lookin’ good, cowboy.”
Dean spun round with a sheepish grin on his face.
“You really think so?”
You nodded, reaching up on tiptoe, and angled the hat better. His green eyes bore into yours, and the moisture between your legs intensified. Those butterflies stormed your belly, causing a tingling to cover your entire body. Oh Lordy. Staring into his eyes had your brain short-circuiting.
“I love Westerns.”
“I know.” You replied as you moved your hands away.
His lips curved into a smile, which didn’t help the fluttering in your stomach. The Stetson he wore blocked off the surroundings, forcing you to focus only on him. You noticed how green his eyes could get, how the freckles speckled across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. You noticed the 5 o’clock shadow across his jaw and chin, the slight crook in his smile and just how pink his lips were.
Caught in his gaze, your heart beat just that little bit faster, and it ached just that little bit harder for the hunter.
“What d’ya think?”
You blinked and tried pulling words from your mushy, in-love brain.
“I think you should get it.”
He nodded and took the hat off.
The rush of Boot Barn came surging back. For a moment, you’d forgotten where and what you were doing. It was silly, silly schoolgirl feelings. Feelings you should push aside, but they just managed to get in the way.
A tap on your shoulder had you whirling around. It was just Beau with the boots and a selection of jackets.
“I couldn’t decide. Could you help?”
You nodded and took the jackets from him. All three were indicative of Beau’s style in Big Sky—black denim with a faux fur lining, tanned suede with a fur collar, and a typical blue denim jacket.
“I can’t decide either. I bet they’d all look great on you though.”
Beau blushed as he smiled, exactly the way Denise had complimented Beau in the first episode of season three. Dean, Beau and Ben shared this smile, and you had Jensen to thank for that.
“Darlin’ you say any more, and I’ma go redder than a farmer’s neck in the middle of summer.”
Damn that Texan. You gave him the jackets back and reached on tippy toe for a light brown Stetson. He ducked a little bit, allowing you to place it atop his head.
“There. It suits you.”
Beau’s face and neck went redder than a farmer in the middle of summer, leaving him speechless.
You clapped him on his shoulder and turned, only to be immediately put in a dour mood. Ben leant against the store’s wall, sweet-talking a female employee. Your heart whomped in your chest, emotion making it tighten. You weren’t sure why, but it felt like rejection.
The female employee smiled in Ben’s direction, giving him all her attention, twirling hair around her finger. Jealousy stabbed at you hard. Fuck him.
Ben turned his head to see you looking. He smirked and turned his attention back to the female employee. Instead of storming over there, you turned on your heel and went straight to the cashier with Beau and Dean.
*
At Walmart, you picked up a few plain colour t-shirts, Wrangler jeans, underwear, and socks for all three. Dean picked out a few flannels, as did Beau. Ben wandered around, trying to get your attention, and the petty person inside of you gave him the cold shoulder.
“You can’t be mad at me forever.”
You said nothing, moving the cart by some graphic t-shirts. Dean placed a set of two pyjamas, a long dressing gown, and a pair of slippers into the cart. Ben still had clothes to find besides the bare basics you had picked up.
Reaching out, you picked up a t-shirt with an American Eagle with the flag behind it. Patriotic. Sure, it was stereotypical, but honestly, you had no idea what he would wear. You pulled the t-shirt off the rack and brought it to Ben’s chest. He pulled a face at being treated like a child, but he wasn’t helping. You threw the T-shirt into the cart. Ben fished it back out, annoyance etching his face, and picked up a size bigger. Right. He was jacked. You’d forgotten that with the extra muscles, he would need a size larger than Beau and Dean.
You pushed the cart further, but Ben stood in front, gripping the metal, stopping you.
“I saw you when I was talking to that woman. You were jealous.”
You scowled and pushed against him, trying to ram the cart past, but all it did was jam one of the front wheels.
“Admit it, Y/N. You were jealous.”
Your scowl deepened. Ben wasn’t going anywhere, it seemed. Not until he got the truth from you. To evade him, you went to roll the cart backwards. The metal creaked in his hands. The cart wouldn’t budge.
“We’re not going anywhere until you admit it.”
“Why? So you can feel smug with yourself?”
Ben moved from the front of the cart to you. The metal had warped where he had held it, bending under the pressure of his hands. He stood tall, clearly using his height against you. You strained your neck, looking up. A dumb smirk sat on his face.
“Maybe it will make me smug, or maybe I’m trying to prove something to myself.”
Your brow furrowed in confusion.
“Like what?”
“Doll, what makes you think I’ll tell you before you admit to me your jealousy?”
Your scowl came back.
“I wasn’t jealous.”
He snorted with laughter. “Yeah, and I’m a virgin.”
You moved the cart, but he stopped you, again putting his hand on the cart.
“Sweetcheeks, just admit it.”
It was embarrassing to admit. Your pride made you too stubborn to admit. Your hands tightened on the bar. He tested you. on purpose. For what reason? Probably to find out if it would make you jealous or not. Well, it did, and he was probably right. But you weren’t gonna tell him that.
“Just pick out some damn clothes.”
Ben laughed. That deep booming laugh and walked away, allowing you some time for yourself. He knew how to push the right buttons. He knew how to get under your skin. Was that a good thing? Your ex couldn’t even begin to scrape the surface.
You followed as Ben wandered around the clothing section of Walmart. He grabbed some grey sweatpants and undershirt tank tops and threw them into the cart.
“You’re such an old man…” You muttered.
Ben turned around, throwing you a dirty look. Seems he didn’t appreciate that comment. Who wore undershirts in this day and age? Nobody you knew, that was for sure. He had only picked out a handful of clothes. Guess he didn’t need much.
You found Dean and Beau trying on boots. They were laughing together, doing impressions of someone. You didn’t get it until Dean lowered his voice, made himself look all serious and barked out:
“I fart the star spangled banner!”
Of course, it was a perfect imitation. Beau collapsed with a fit of laughter. Behind you, however, was another matter. You turned and collided with Ben. He huffed and snorted, nostrils flaring like a bull preparing to charge. You pressed your hand to his chest. Fuck, it was hot.
“Fuck you, you bendy legged fuckface!”
He stepped forward, forcing you back. You pressed a hand to his chest again.
“Please, Ben. He was only messing. He didn’t mean anything by it.”
Ben huffed, hands curled into tight fists. He didn’t care that he was in public, but you did. He took another step closer, again forcing you to step back.
“Watch your mouth.” Ben warned and walked off, presumably to cool off.
You stared after him, calling his name until you could no longer see him. It frustrated you at how sensitive the Supe was. It seemed he could give it but couldn’t take it.
“Jeez, he can’t take a joke, can he?”
You swiped a hand down your face and turned to Dean and Beau.
“Y’know, I was kinda hoping that since you both have a nice friendship thing going, that Ben would join in and have the same.”
Beau sat on the stool, looked at Dean and then at you.
“Darlin’…”
Honestly, you didn’t wanna hear it.
“Tell me you were only messing around, D?”
Dean sighed.
“Yeah, I was just messing around.”
But from his tone, you could tell he was lying. An array of emotions pained you, but disappointment was the biggest one that fatigued you. You had expected better of him and Beau.
“I’m gonna go look for him.”
Dean stood, moving the shoebox out of his way, before stepping to you.
“Y/N, c’mon…I was only messing around.”
“Oh, yeah? Who else did you impersonate? Or was it only Ben?”
“He does a really good Yogi bear impression.” Beau piped up, not helping at all.
“I know!” You snapped, storming off.
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cyberball · 7 months
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cair paraval
caspian x reader / no pronouns used / not rq
warnings: a couple swears, physical touch (as in not 18+ but still), mention of the word 'dress' but you can interpret that as any type of dress really
summary: you decide to reminisce on a select few memories of the beach at cair paraval in your room, one morning.
genre: yes it is fluffy but there's some slow burn/yearning thing going on, allusion to a modern!au in narnia, although u can assume it’s the same
notes: cyberball comeback! *crickets* anyway this is my highest word count thus far. ben barnes is actually fatal cuz now I'm obsessed with a character from my CHILDHOOD who I completely forgot even existed. alas, here we are, because caspian is a very very close second to Leo valdez, and I'm head over heels for that man. all this is to say, this will probably not be the last caspian fic and who knows, maybe I'll figure sth out for peter n ed as well!!! anyway enjoy i hope u like it
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11:45 AM
The spring breeze brushes against your face, and your eyes close in appreciation. From your balcony, the beach of Cair Paraval looks stunning; clear blue waters and a high tide to match. You let your thoughts linger on all the nights you’ve spent on said beach with a certain king of Narnia. You almost get up to try to find him, but you sit back down, realizing he must be busy. Your memories will have to sustain you for now.
4:23 AM – 1 month ago
Caspian’s hand came up to brush his hair out of his face for what seemed like the hundredth time that night – the sea breeze was relentless. You silently laughed at his efforts, as he leaned back into you, having given up on trying to tame his hair. His tall frame had somehow managed to sit snugly in between your legs, Caspian’s head resting on your chest. You were leaning against an enormous oak tree, the leaves swaying in tandem with the wind.
“Get up, you big goof,” you said, rolling your nightshirt’s sleeves up, determined to help him with his hair. He looked back at you for just a second before obeying your command. You loved his hair either way but you could tell it was annoying him right about now.
“What, you don’t like the unruly look my hair has taken on?” He asked, sitting up properly. You shook your head in amusement and looked away under his glance, pretending to look around for the clip you always kept on you, in case a predicament like this arose.
You gathered a little of his hair and tied it in place with the clip, letting a few pieces in the front fall out. The half-up-half-down look was his and your favorite.
He rested his head back onto your shoulder, looking ahead, the two of you still sitting. You had a ritual wherein you took one night each week to watch the sunrise. Now, even as the sun slowly woke up, the Narnian night sky glittered with tens of stars, and you wished you could look into his eyes. The black always reflected the light perfectly.
You two had been dating for about 2 weeks now. Caspian was your best friend and the person you trusted the most. Back when all you could think of on nights like these was your imagination of what it would feel like to have his lips against yours, looking into his eyes was a gesture far too intimate for two friends to share.
But now that it was a reality, you moved him off your shoulder and moved forward, so now you were facing him. On instinct, he picked you up by your thighs and placed you on his lap. Giggling, you took his stubble-covered face in your hands. After staring into your eyes for a length of time most people would find uncomfortable, he looked up at the sky. And there it was; the sky condensed into his eyes. He looked back up at you, and you couldn’t help but kiss him. You wondered how you ever lived without knowing the taste of his lips.
5:09 PM – 3 months ago
The sun filtered through your hair as you managed to push through it. It was setting, and the horizon looked particularly capturing today; pink and orange clouds shielding its light. Speaking of the sun, unbeknownst to you, yours had come up behind the spot you had claimed on the sand. Placing a kiss on your head – and consequently making butterflies fly around in your stomach – Caspian took the place next to you, as he often did.
More often, he’d only made rare appearances in your solitude, as the mantle of being king had taken its toll on his free time. You had found yourself reminiscing on the time when every other free second you both had, you would spend with each other. You would train together as well, and while that hadn’t necessarily stopped, he had significantly less time to do so. So you missed it, and you missed the close contact, where you could pass off the hitched breaths and stuttering glances as something other than what they were.
Caspian was your best friend. Nothing more, although you found yourself coveting the same. You don’t quite remember when it changed; when the way you looked at him turned from friendly appreciation to lingering on his smile. You felt that maybe he felt the same when he’d make you laugh and then drink in your reaction; when you showed him a new dress and his gaze lingered on you for far more time than was needed to look at the dress; when, a few days ago, you were playing with his hair, as you often did, and he unabashedly stared at your lips; and even now, when he kissed your head and instinctually rested his hand on yours. His thumb caressed your palm, and you had to physically restrain yourself from melting onto the beach.
At least then you could be washed away with the sea. You could feel his gaze on you. “What, idiot?” You asked him, not turning to look at him, a playful smile playing on your lips. “That’s no way to address your king,” he replied smoothly with a smirk of his own. You wanted to wipe it right off his stupid, pretty face.
As happy as you were with his presence next to you, you didn’t forget how your getaways to the beach were much frequent just you now instead of you both. “Sorry, Your Majesty,” you muttered sarcastically. You winced as his face fell at your tone, immediately regretting your words, knowing how he literally had no time for anything other than his duties. You couldn’t be mad at him for that. He beat you to the apology, “I am sorry. I know I have seen you less and less these past few weeks, and it’s not an excuse, merely a reason, but my work as king has taken up most if not all my time. Regardless, I could have made time for you. Aslan knows you’re much more important to me than anything else,” he spoke the last words under his breath, but you caught them.
You both had talked about this before – how much you meant to each other – but every time he brought it up, your heart beat just a little bit faster. “Cas, don’t be sorry. I know you’re busy and it’s selfish of me to be mad at you for that. I’m sorry,” you replied, looking away. “You’re not being selfish. You’re the least selfish person I know. You’ve done nothing wrong here,” he said softly, pushing your hair behind your ears. A hue of red dusted your cheeks at the gesture and you smiled up at him, “It’s okay, Cas,” you assured him and noticed his eyes crinkling at the nickname, “Just promise to meet me whenever you can,” you said, playing with his fingers. “Yes, I know, I will use all my free time on you. You don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, a glint in his eyes. You laughed amusedly, “You’re a good king, you know,” and he searched your eyes for any sign of a lie. He didn’t find it, even behind your teasing tone. “Just because I dedicated my free time to you?” he questioned and you pretended to think, “Hmm… yes.” Laughing
, you rested your head on his shoulder. You were happy to have him, even if your affections could only be as intimate as best friends.
2:58 AM – 2 months ago
You had just made a particularly hilarious joke, and Caspian had been laughing about it for what seemed like ages. “My god, calm down,” you managed to say through your own laughter, and he silently brought his forehead down to your shoulder, his own shoulders shaking from laughter.
After finally calming down, he said, “Never do that again,” a smile still brilliant on his face, despite the dim moonlight filtering through the clouds. “What, never make you laugh again?” you grinned, sucking your teeth, “sounds like a challenge to me. I’m too funny,” you joked, running your hand through your hair. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Caspian roll his eyes at you, and you wordlessly shoved him for it.
“That cloud looks like your hair in the morning,” you pointed out, gesturing to a cloud by the sea line. Caspian looked at you with an unamused face, “Ha-ha. Very funny,” he replied deadpan, but a grin eventually broke out on his face.
A long, comfortable silence stretched out between the two of you. You carefully rested your head on his shoulder and tried to take this for what it was: two friends enjoying each other’s company, and not letting your thoughts wander to a hope where maybe, someday, you could be more than that. Because it could never be. Caspian did a great job of reminding you of the fact when he piped up, “Today was sort of terrible,” and in response, you looked up at him through your lashes, beckoning him to continue. “The court is back at it with the marriage proposals and potential alliances,” he explained, and your heart dropped.
Oh. “Any of the potential matches interest you?” you questioned, silently hoping the answer was no. Regardless, you braced yourself for the impact, but he replied, very softly, might one add, “No,” and ran a hand through his hair. “Really?” you asked in an unamused tone, “none of them?” you were a tad bit eager to know his true feelings. So he pointed it out, “Desperate, are we? Why do you want to see me married off so quickly?” he asked, a smirk playing on his annoyingly pretty face. There was a sort of desperation in his eyes that you didn’t quite catch, however.
“Of course not, Your Highness,” you teased, “Curse me for wanting to see my king happy,” and rolled your eyes. “And anyway, it’s quite the opposite,” you muttered under your breath, sure that he wouldn’t hear it, but he did.
Fuck. He understood what you meant by it as well; he always did, and now he looked at you with something newfound in his eyes. Shit.
Silence. Why wasn’t he saying anything?
“That is the last thing that would make me happy,” he finally spoke, and you silently sent up a prayer to whichever god let him ignore whatever you had said.
“And what would?” you asked, a teasing tone in your voice, but you both knew you genuinely wanted to know. Were you a possibility?
He didn’t reply. You chuckled softly and slightly shoved him, “What? I asked you something,” you said, still giggling. Your laughter had brought a smile to his face and you wanted to evaporate.
He took one of your hands and started absentmindedly playing with your fingers, as he often did. “I just… it’s a little funny to me how many times I’ve asked you that same question and you’ve not responded,” he confessed, black eyes staring you down, and then moving away when you hesitated in responding. “We tell each other everything,” a pause, “Right?” he asked, and hundreds of unsaid feelings poured into the small gap between you two, which he was slowly but surely closing. All the while his hands were still on yours, and you wondered if this was it. The day you finally get to call him yours, or the day you part ways.
“Caspian…” was all you managed, a little choked. Had his face always been so close to yours? You swore you could feel the beat of his eyelashes on your face, which was no doubt painted deep red right about now. It didn’t matter, because so was his.
You never knew eyes could speak like this – albeit, Caspian’s had always been able to, but never to this degree – begging, desperation, and hope, all in just two pupils. You literally were choked now; words had left you. You always told him, in matters of romance, you would never be able to make the first move. He had always laughed at that, the irony of you being such a bold and fearless person, yet being afraid of showing vulnerability like this. Although he himself could never chide you about that; both of you knew his stubbornness, especially in affairs of the heart.
He was not a daft man. A little oblivious, sure, but he knew the way you looked at him. You hadn’t tried to hide it either; in some masochistic way, even though you had your doubts about his feelings, you still wore yours on your face. You regretted it sometimes, when if he ended up listening to his court one day, then you would feel like a fool for putting your heart out on the line.
But so had he. Later on, you would realize that you were much more oblivious than him. He had half the decency to never completely assume that you were interested in him romantically, but he knew you. And you knew him.
So it made sense now to you. His lingering glances, especially those on your lips; the forehead kisses, which he had started a long time ago before you thought of him this way – however, they had grown much more frequent and much less chaste; and, oh. The words he said to you just a couple of days ago, lounging in his bed, your head in his lap, when you had joked about him being in love with you, “I’m not going to deny it.” You knew when he was joking. This was not such an instance, even though, immediately after, he tried to play it off as such. You knew it. Why hadn’t you said something?
Your name fell from his lips now, once more, a silent plea.
His lips ghosted over yours once more. You closed your eyes briefly, as you did when in a predicament, and exhaled hard.
Caspian sent up a prayer to whichever god would take it and made to connect your lips. You met him halfway.
You remember the first kiss like the back of your hand. You just about whimpered when his taste reached your tongue; the taste of the chocolate you both had snuck just a few minutes earlier was fresh on his lips. His rather large hands steadied you by your waist, and you still felt like crumbling by his touch.
A few seconds later, you pulled away reluctantly, out of breath. His eyes slowly fluttered open and his face was redder than you had ever seen it. You grinned and pecked his lips once more, and he felt your smile on him. It wasn’t a feeling he thought he’d ever experience.
Giddy, he mirrored your smile and kissed you harder than the last time.
“I knew you had a thing for me,” you said, right after he pulled away, breathless and smiling. “I’m not going to deny it,” he gloated, and you rested your forehead on his shoulder, laughing.
You were going to deal with the court some other day. It was just you and him right now.
11:56 AM – Present time
“Enjoying the weather, my love?” Caspian’s voice sounds out as his arms wrap around your torso. You slightly crane your head to look at him, shamelessly staring at his frame; simple white button-up, black pants. A rather handsome look on him.
“Your pick-up lines have always been terrible,” you remark, turning your head back around, a smirk on your face.
“And yet you were just checking me out,” he shoots back, resting his chin on the top of your head. You roll your eyes in response. “Checkmate?” he teases.
“Whatever. You can hardly blame me when you look this good,” you respond smoothly, turning around to face him while raising a hand to play with the ends of his hair.
“Have you seen yourself?” he says comfortably. His hands are resting easy on your hips and his gaze is on you, focused like you hung the stars in the sky. He always looks at you like this.
You shake your head, silently laughing, and crane your head to look out at the waters. It’s true that no one loves the sea quite like Caspian does, but that’s the very reason you appreciate it. His eyes light up when he talks of his adventures and voyages. Interestingly enough, there have only been two instances when the joie de vivre shines in his eyes; once when he thinks of the sea, and twice when he thinks of you. You’ve noticed it. The thought gets you giddy each time.
There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you. He places a kiss on your head and leans down to kiss your lips. Every time he does, it feels like the first time. Your eyes flutter close, and you notice something more in the way his lips move against yours. A message.
And then you realize.
Three words.
He pulls away, exhaling softly. A pause.
“I love you,” he says, your name on his lips like it always belonged there.
You waste no time. “I love you too, Caspian,” and he grins.
You mean it. And Aslan knows he means it too.
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Don't Want to Fall in Love
Billy Russo x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
Word count: 8.1k
Prompt/Summary: The women in your family can gain super powers, but it comes with a catch: you have to kill the one you love. After failed attempts, you decide to put that life behind you and live a peaceful life in New York City. But everything changes when Billy Russo walks into your life.
Warnings: smut (18+ only!), violence, death, family trauma, temporary major character death, injury, feelings, reader wears Billy’s robe at one point
Notes: After having this in my WIPs for like 2 months I’m finally ready to post! This does have heavy themes to it tho so beware of the warnings before reading. But this was fun to write and I enjoyed all the symbolism I incorporated in it. Let me know what you think! Mood board by me, and I hope the darker skin pic shows in the filter cause that bottom pic just screams Billy so I really wanted to use it! 
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Sobs filled the room as you stayed glued to your mother’s side. You were young, not even a teenager yet, and you had just lost your grandmother. She was a sweet and kind woman, and you and your mother were both very close to her. Your mother held your tiny hand in her as she wiped a tear from her eye. 
“Mama?” you tugged at her arm with your little hand.
She looked down at you and you saw a brief flash of white light in her eyes and her hand felt hot for a moment. Your mother quickly regained control of herself and dropped to her knees to meet your gaze, “Everything will be ok, my dear,” she reassured you.
Even in your young age, something about her felt off, but you decided not to say anything. Instead, you turned your gaze back to the casket in the middle of the room and let yourself mourn your loss. This was the first time you had lost someone close to you, but it wouldn’t be the last. Not even the powers your mother carried within her could save those around you. In fact, they were the cause of everything you’d lost as you grew into adulthood…
You woke up with a gasp as you shot up in your bed. It took you several moments to regain your mind and remember where you were after your dream. Ever since you moved to New York City, you had dreamt of your grandmother’s funeral often, and every time it felt so real that it confused you when you first woke up. You stared at the shadowed outline of your hands before you buried your face in them as you tried to calm your racing thoughts. 
Your life wasn’t glamorous, but it was calm and peaceful and you were happy with that. You lived in a cute little apartment in the city, had a good job, pleasant neighbors and coworkers, and the exciting sights of New York. When it came to your love life, you were happy on your own. It was better that way, both for you and for anyone else, and you had no intention of bringing anyone into your life.
The pressures from your mother got to be too much for you, and although you were best friends all through your childhood and young adult years, you decided it was best that you moved away from her. You never even told her where you moved to, and you haven't kept in contact with her since you moved away. 
Her voice still echoed in your head often, especially when you dreamt of your grandmother’s funeral. Vaguely, you wondered if it was your mother’s attempt to get in contact with you, but you quickly pushed that thought out of your head. The longer you dwelled on it, the easier it would be for her to find you. 
It had been years since you had seen your mother, and thought she wanted more for you, you were happy to live a simple life in the city. A normal life suited you, and New York had a lot to offer. Oftentimes, you would try out new bars in the evenings, and you enjoyed the time with your coworkers in new corners of the city a few nights a week. 
Tonight, you were in a fun little bar with a delicious drink in your hand. You laughed with your companions as you let all your worries drift away. No problems with your mother existed, and your dark past was a distant shadow against the burning flame of the now. But, a voice next to you suddenly called your attention.
“Well hey there,” a suave, confident voice rang in your ear.
You turned over your shoulder, ready to reject any proposal on the spot, but when you were met with the darkest eyes you had ever seen, your world froze for a moment. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen in your life, and his dark eyes were framed by hair that was just as dark. Stubble lined his sharp jaw and he was tall and defined. The moment you laid eyes on him, something kindled within you that had never been awkon before.
Something within you made you drop all of your defenses and you replied with a breathy, “Hi.”
He grinned at you as he seemed to look into your soul with those deep, dark eyes, “I didn’t mean to bother you or nothin, but you’re the most beautiful woman in here, so I wanted to introduce myself,” he extended a hand to you, “Billy Russo.”
Normally, a line like that would earn a slap from you. But this time you gave him your hand and your breath hitched in your throat when his large, warm hand took yours. You gave him your name as you regained your senses, “So Billy, are you always this suave when you’re picking someone up in a bar?”
He chuckled as he looked down at where your hands were still connected, “I try.”
Your gaze followed his and you felt your skin burn with embarrassment when you realized you still held his hand, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“Nah baby, you can hold me all you like,” Billy quipped back without missing a beat.
You looked back up and met his eyes once more, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “I’m sorry,” you covered your mouth to try and hide your snort.
Billy joined in your laughter as he settled into the seat next to you, “Can I buy you a drink?”
You swallowed hard as you calmed yourself down again, “Sure.”
The two of you sat at the bar and talked until late into the night. All of your friends had left hours ago, and you were sure whoever was with Billy did too. You were one of the last people in the bar when you finally realized how late it was. It wasn’t often that you became so engrossed in a conversation that you lost track of the time. Yet, there was something about Billy that just drew you in.
“Well, it’s getting late…” you figgled with your empty glass.
Billy’s hand covered yours, which made you look into his eyes once more, “Wanna get out of here?” 
His smooth words and soft smile made your heart skip a beat, “Yes,” you whispered.
Though you were no stranger to hookups, it had been some time. And with the most handsome man you had ever met, you were actually a little nervous. But it was more nerves from excitement as he led you to his luxurious car and drove you to his glamorous penthouse.
The two of you didn’t even make it upstairs before the passions boiled over. The moment the elevator doors closed, the two of you lept on each other as if you would burst if you didn’t kiss each other then and there. Your tongues tangled together in a heated dance as you each swallowed the other’s moans. Billy’s taste was intoxicating, and you instantly craved more of him as you clawed at his jacket.
“Just a second baby,” his breathy voice whispered to you between kisses, “There’s cameras in here. As much as I’d love to put on a show….”
Billy was a tease, though, and his hand cupped your ass as his other dragged across your collarbone. You let out a whimper as you felt his grip tighten and his eyes bore into yours. Just as you were about to protest, the elevator dinged and the gamor of the penthouse door greeted you.
“Well let’s get this going then,” you quipped back as you dragged Billy from the elevator.
“Yes ma’am,” he grinned as he let you in.
You were awe-struck at the beauty of the luxury apartment. Even from the door, you could tell the view was spectacular. But, you would have time to adbore that later. Right now, there was only one view that you cared about. And he made quick work of getting his hands back on you as quickly as possible too.
A moan escaped your throat as Billy captured your lips with his own once more. You surrendered to him as he guided you through the apartment back into his bedroom. You didn’t even look around the place as your eyes fluttered closed and Billy became your entire world.
As the two of you shuffled through the space, you tugged and clawed at the other’s clothes piece by piece. A trail of discarded clothing led the way into Billy’s bedroom until you both reached the bed with nothing on your bodies. Time froze for a moment as you each took in the sight of the other, and you swore you heard him curse under his breath.
Both of you moved at the same time, but Billy was able to grab your hips first as he spun you around and pushed you onto his bed. You bounced as you landed on your back on the plush, silky mattress.
“Billy…”
“Shhh,” he cooed as he dropped to his knees between your legs, “I want to taste you, baby.”
Before you could even form a coherent thought, he dove in and you felt his warm tongue along your folds. You dropped your head down and your hands latched onto his hair as he swirled his tongue around you. A loud scream echoed in the room as you completely lost yourself in the ecstasy that was Billy’s tongue, and no one had worked you as well as he did.
He flicked at your clit with his tongue before he alternated between sucks and licks. Billy hit every single spot that drove you wild with such precision that you vaguely wondered if you had slept with him before. But, you also knew that if you met a man like him, you would never forget, and Billy seemed to be sure to make sure of that.
In no time, you felt the rush of heat and waves of tingles under your skin and you knew you were close. Your moans grew louder and louder as you felt your entire body tense under Billy’s expert tongue. His hands gripped onto your hips tightly and you were sure if it weren’t for his grip you would have flown off the bed.
“Billy… I…” you cried out as you came hard on his tongue. 
The slurping sound was obscene as he worked you through your climax. Your legs trembled on either side of his head as bursts of pleasure exploded within you. Your hands clamped hard on his hair as you tugged, but he didn’t care. In fact, it only spurred him on more and he kept going until you were a whimpering mess on his bed.
When he finally broke away, both of you exhaled deeply. Billy couldn’t even remember if he took a breath the entire time he devoured you with his tongue, but he didn’t care. He would gladly drown between your thighs if it meant your pleasure. He licked his lips before he wiped the rest of the evidence of your release from his chin while you calmed your breathing.
He leaned forward and hovered his body over yours on the bed as he kissed your forehead softly, “You good baby? You ain’t tapping out on me now, are you?”
You opened your eyes and found Billy’s face only inches from yours and his beauty almost took your breath away again. You quickly recovered, though, and you smirked, “Not on your life, Russo,” you teased as you wrapped your arms and legs around him.
Before Billy knew what was happening, you used all your momentum and flipped your bodies over so that he was face up on his back and you hovered over him. He looked up at you with wide eyes and you took almost as much pleasure at catching him off guard as when he was between your legs, “I like you like this.”
You leaned down and closed the gap between your faces once more and this time it was your turn to take his lips. You moaned when you tasted yourself on him, and the groan he let out vibrated between your chests. As you kissed him more deeply, you rocked your hips against his and your pussy rocked along his length.
He was big, but you also felt your own wetness drip onto him, and you used your leverage to tease him. Billy’s hands landed on your hips as he guided you along his cock, and you could tell he tried to lift you up so you would sink down on him. You wanted to tease him just a bit longer, though, and you didn’t allow him to take control again.
“Baby, please…” he breathed as his face flushed.
Fuck he looked so tempting like this, and you couldn’t tease him any longer. Carefully, you lifted your hips and reached down and grabbed his cock. You watched his face as you pumped it a few times and his mouth dropped open and his eyes shut. He looked lost in his bliss, and it gave you a satisfaction that you were the one who had this effect on him.
But whe he moaned your name, you knew he wanted, needed, more, and you lined yourself up with his cock and slowly sunk down. Both of you moaned loudly as you lowered yourself on Billy’s cock and he filled you inch by inch. 
“Fuck…”
Neither of you were sure whose voice it was, perhaps it was both of you at the same time. The moment your hips met his, and Billy was fully sheathed inside you, you propped yourself up and slowly bounced up and down. Too eager to wait, you wanted to feel his cock as deep inside you as you could, and you wanted him to hit every spot inside you that made your toes curl. And Billy had no complaints.
What started as a slow, steady pace quickly became faster and more erratic as you rocked against his body. With every drop of your hips, you felt bursts of white-hot pleasure from deep within your core, and every moan and groan from Billy told you he felt the same.
“Baby… Fuck…” Billy held your hips so tightly that you were sure you’d be sore tomorrow, but you didn’t care.
“Cum inside me,” you whispered as you bounced faster.
With a grunt through gritted teeth, Billy’s head dropped down onto the mattress and he came hard. His relapse spilled deep inside you and it sent a shiver up your spine. Just as Billy didn’t stop right away, neither did you and you kept up your harsh rhythm until your second orgasm of the night crashed through you. Moans and groans filled the room as you kept going until you physically couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and you collapsed onto him.
Billy’s arms immediately wrapped around you and he held you close as the two of you came down from your highs. You felt his cock soften inside you, but the connection was still a comfort for both of you. His heartbeat helped you calm yourself down and you closed your eyes and rested comfortably on his chest.
“Stay the night with me,” Billy whispered into your ear.
“Yes,” you answered back without a second thought.
*
With a contented sigh, you blinked your eyes open, and for a moment you forgot where you were. The bed was so comfortable you could have instantly fallen back asleep, and the smell of Billy reminded you of the events of the night before. You stretched and groaned as you forced yourself up. You were alone in the bed, but the smell of coffee told you that Billy was in the kitchen.
Not wanting to wear your clothes from the night before, you went into the bathroom and found a black silk robe that you put on before you made your way to the source of the wonderful smell. When you walked into the kitchen, Billy stood at the counter as he put the finishing touches on two cups of coffee. He wore only low hanging silk pants and you had to remind yourself to breathe as your eyes traced the lines of his body.
“Good morning,” he sound cheerful as he turned around and met your gaze. He took a moment himself to drink you in, and his brows furrowed when he noticed what you had on, “Is that my robe?”
“I didn’t want to wear what I had on last night. I’m not ready for the walk of shame just yet,” you made your way to him and sat down at the counter, “Coffee smells amazing though.”
He smirked at you as he slid you a mug, “Only the best for you,” Billy paused as he stared at you for a moment, “And I hope you’re not ashamed to walk out of here,” he added with a subtle shimmy of his shoulders.
You took a long sip before you answered, “Never,” your voice was low but you knew he heard you.
Billy took a sip himself, but he never took his eyes off of you. Even when you didn’t look in his direction, you felt those dark eyes watching your every move. A comfortable silence took over the room as neither of you felt the need to say anything.
But soon, Billy broke that silence with a question that burned within him, “Can I see you again?”
Your mind raced. You wanted to see him again, but you were also scared of the feelings that he stirred within you. Something about Billy Russo was different than anyone you had been with before, and it was terrifying. There was so much he didn’t know, and so much that you didn’t want to face. But, as your inner war waged within your mind, you noticed his face dropped, and you answered before you thought too much about it.
“Yes.”
*
“Mama, when will I get powers like you and grandma?” you asked one night as your mother tucked you into bed.
Your mother placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “I’ll tell you when you’re older, my daughter.”
As you grew up, you asked that question more and more and it wasn’t until you were sixteen that your mother finally told you the truth. She sat you down one day and told you the story of your family.
“My daughter, the women of this family were given something special. But, we have to earn it,” she told you, “We are blessed with powers beyond anything man ever thought was capable,” she formed an orb of energy in her hand and you were mesmerized with how played with it as she spoke, “But it comes with a price. In order to gain this power, we must kill the one we love the most.”
Your face dropped. Suddenly it made sense why you never met your father, or why there didn’t seem to be many men in your family. Yet, your mother didn’t seem to be bothered by it.
“So you… Dad…?”
She nodded, “Yes, I did what had to be done. And now, the mantle passes to you, my daughter.”
Everything changed in your life overnight. While everyone else around you dated for fun and enjoyed their adolescence, you had a new purpose and a much darker goal. You were unsure of the means, but you wanted nothing more than to make your mother proud and happy, so you went along with it. 
“If mom and grandma and everyone else can do it,” you told yourself, “So can I.”
You met Jack soon after that conversation, and your mother pushed you toward him after she saw you much you liked him. He was your first love, or at least you thought he was. He absolutely loved you, though. You were with him for a year when, under the guidance of your mother, you killed him. But, as much as you willed it to, it didn’t work and you never received any powers.
The guilt ate at you as you were thrust into your next relationship: Alex. But, again after two years and an engagement, that didn’t work either. Then came Sam, and although you tried your best, the ceremony failed for a third time. With every time, you felt a piece of your humanity chip away. 
It didn’t seem to bother your mother, though. “It’s alright, my daughter,” she held you tight, “We can just try again. You’ll get your time.” 
But, you couldn’t bring yourself to take another innocent life. So, for the first time in your life, you defied her. You packed your things in the middle of the night, and you snuck out before she woke up and realized you were gone. It wasn’t an easy decision for you, but you felt like it was the right thing to do. And during your time in New York, you had one night stands and quick flings, but you never let yourself get close to anyone. 
That was until Billy Russo stepped into your life.
*
You refused to admit that you were dating Billy, but at the same time you enjoyed every minute you spent with him. It wasn’t the fancy cars, classy restaurants, and expensive gifts either. It was Billy himself. The two of you had forged a connection unlike anything either of you had in your lives before. Both having been closed off to the rest of the world, the two of you found comfort in the other.
Although you never told him the secret of your family, you found that you told him more than you ever told anyone before. You had told him about the rocky relationship with your mother, save for the magical detail, and in turn he told you his own story about how he grew up.
Billy had laughed bitterly, “Baby I don’t know what it is about you, but I ain’t never told anyone this before.”
You held him close and kissed the top of his head as he rested in your lap, “I know how you feel.”
The way Billy’s dark eyes looked at you made you weak when you were normally strong. Normally, you never went on more than a couple dates with the same person, but there was something about Billy that you couldn’t let go of. And you found you didn’t want to let him go. The way he kissed you and held you made you never want to leave. And when the two of you were alone in his penthouse above the city, it truly felt like you were in the clouds…
As Billy thrust into you over and over again, your mind swam in emotions. The feeling of him so deep inside you as he filled every inch of you was unlike anything else. His strong arms held you close and you felt his heartbeat in his chest as he laid his body over yours. He engulfed you completely, and you welcome it with open arms.
Your moans flowed from your lips as Billy rested his forehead against yours while he rocked against your body. He felt so good, and you felt all of his emotions that he never put into words in his motions. As his cock hit that sweet spot within you over and over again, you felt your orgasm quickly build. And as your body burned with the intensity of your passions, you found yourself in a moment of weakness where you couldn’t deny your feelings anymore.
“Billy… I… I love you,” you moaned before your orgasm hit and you came with a loud scream.
Billy tightened his grip on you as he groaned. He thrust into you harder and faster, lost in his own mind as you came hard around him. He whispered your name over and over again until his own climax took him over and he came deep inside you. Billy kept his thrusts as long as he could as he rode out both of your orgasms until he could hold himself up anymore. 
He collapsed on top of you with a grunt, and you squealed at the sudden weight on top of you, “Billy…”
“Sorry baby,” he murmured against your skin, “You ok?”
You smiled against his hair as you buried your fingers in it, “Great,” you whispered with a soft kiss.
He was silent for several moments as the two of you caught your breaths. Your body may have been exhausted, but your mind couldn’t calm down. You couldn’t believe you actually said those three words out loud. Even more, you couldn’t believe you actually felt it for real. You made a silent promise to Billy though that he would never find out your secret; you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.
Just when you thought Billy had fallen asleep on top of you, he broke the silence with four words whispered softly in your ear, “I love you too.” 
Oh no…
*
Being with Billy Russo was unlike anything you ever could have imagined. To actually feel love for real, and to be loved in return, was something you never considered. But now that you had it, you never wanted to let it go. He was attentive to your every need, and even when he had to be away from you due to his work at Anvil, he always made up for the lost time. 
Every time those dark eyes looked into yours, you fell more and more in love with him. Billy was your everything, and you were his.
He took you out to a fancy dinner one night after a particularly long time away, and your breath caught in your throat when you saw him emerge from his bedrrom all dressed up in his best suit. When you gasped, you caught his attention, and you saw the way his eyes burned into you as he looked you up and down.
“Looking good there baby,” he sauntered over to you and rested his hands on your hips.
“Right back at you, Billy,” you whispered as you placed your lips on his.
The kiss was soft yet it burned with passions. Billy moaned into your mouth as he parted his lips for you and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you flush against his chest and you felt like you would erupt from how hot you burned. Your own hands roamed all over his chest before you tugged at his lapels and yanked him even closer.
Billy murmured your name against your lips and grinned against you
You moaned back and broke away from the kiss, “As much as I want to keep going, we do have a reservation to get to.”
He let out a short laugh, “We’ll continue this later then baby,” Billy placed one last kiss on your lips, “I’ll have you for dessert.”
“Billy!” you shorted as you shoved him playfully.
Dinner was the perfect reunion date at the exclusive restaurant Billy had made reservations for. Although, you did notice the way he stared at you all night as if he wanted to leap over the table and devour you then and there. It made your heart pound in your chest every time you glanced up and caught the way his dark eyes seemed to look right into your soul.
Afterwards, the two of you walked along the dock hand in hand and enjoyed the breeze that hit your faces. It was a quiet night in this part of the city, and the water of the harbor was a peaceful backdrop. You and Billy were the only ones around, and you felt safe with him. Even in the stillness, you felt at peace with his hand in yours.
But all that was about to change when a voice called your name from the shadows.
You gasped as you turned around and saw your mother come towards you with open arms. Your grip on Billy’s hand tightened as your pulse raced, though this time it wasn’t in a pleasant way.
“Mom…?” you breathed out as you tensed every muscle in your body.
Billy whispered your name in a question as he noticed the way your entire body language changed. His eyes narrowed as he immediately went on high alert. 
Your mother ignored the way you stiffened and embraced you without a care, “I’ve missed you my daughter,” she then turned her attention to Billy, who glared at her in silence, “And who is this handsome gentleman?”
“Billy Russo,” he said shortly.
“What are you doing here?” you redirected her attention away from Billy as you stepped in front of him, “How did you find me?” 
You hadn’t kept in contact with your mother in years, and you purposefully never told her where you moved to. All you wanted was a fresh start and a chance to just live a normal life away from the pressures of your family’s curse, but that seemed to not be in the cards for you.
She caressed your face in a way that made your blood boil, “You know how much I love you.”
You hated when she used that one on you as if you were still a child. It didn’t go unnoticed how she dodged the question, but you had a guess that she had honed her powers more over the years and she somehow found a way to track you down. Her grip on you tightened as her eyes landed on Billy once more, and you immediately knew the thought that popped in her head.
“Don’t…” you warned.
“Have you finally fallen in love, my daughter?” Her voice sounded light, but there was an underlying tone of venom in her words that made your skin crawl. You were sure Billy noticed it too by the way he tried to pull you from her embrace.
“Listen, this family reunion is great and all but…” he tried to interrupt, but your mother didn’t back down.
“You can finally do it then,” she cut Billy off with a shaper tone that made you both stiffen.
Billy was silent for several moments before he turned to you and asked, “Do what?” His voice hissed as he pointed his gaze at you.
Your eyes darted from your mother to Billy several times, and you knew your mother eagerly waited for you to answer yourself. With a heavy sigh you turned back to your mother and replied firmly, “No.”
“No?” she scoffed, “You don’t get a choice. This is what you are meant for. Just do it now while no one’s around!”
“Do what?” Billy repeated in a sharp tone that he had never used towards you before.
A dark smile came across your mother’s face, “My boy, she never told you about the gift that runs in our family, did she?”
Billy seethed in anger as he dropped your hand and in that moment your heart shattered. The look of betrayal on his face broke you in a way that you never thought you could be broken. Even without knowing exactly what was going on, Billy inferred enough to know that he was getting played, or at least that’s how it looked from his point of view. 
She continued, “The women in our family are blessed with power,” your mother formed a ball of energy in her hand that glowed brightly as she spoke.
“Stop, please,” your voice cracked.
 “But in order to get it, we have to kill the one we love,” her eyes turned to you and cupped your cheeks, “And my little girl finally found her love and gets her gift! With every generation, our powers grow, and she’ll be the strongest yet!”
“Enough!” you stepped forward and blocked Billy’s body from your mother, “I don’t want it, mom.”
“Yes you do. Everyone does.” Something about her tone made you shiver, like she wanted more than just for you to get your powers. 
But you couldn’t dwell on it when you heard Billy whisper your name in a low tone. You turned over your shoulder and the look on his face made your heart sink.
“You used me,” even in the dark you saw the tears that formed in the corners of his dark eyes, “After everything, you…” he spoke through gritted teeth. When you tried to reach out for him, he backed away, “Don’t touch me!”
“Billy please, let me explain!”
“Fuck off,” he yelled back, “I never want to see you again.”
He ran past you and clipped your shoulder as he left you in the darkness with your mother. She tried to use her powers to stop him, but you jumped in front of her and grabbed her wrist, “No,” you yelled, “Let him go.”
Your mother’s gaze pointed at you and for several moments she considered her next move. But, she concaided and lowered her arms, “Fine,” she spat, “We’ll have another chance. Come on, daughter. We have a lot of catching up to do. I’ve missed you.”
She rested her hand on your back as she led you away. But, you kept your gaze on where Billy’s figure disappeared for as long as you could as a single tear fell from your eyes. 
How were you going to fix this?
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You waited a few days for Billy to cool off before you made your next move. You knew that he wouldn’t want to talk to you, but it still hurt when he didn’t try to reach out at all in that time. Carefully, you avoided your mother and made sure you weren’t followed before you made your way to Anvil one night in hopes of catching Billy there. 
“Billy?” Your voice was meek and tentative as you stood in the doorway of his office.
He looked up from his desk and immediately his face scrunched in anger, “What are you doing here?”
“I just want to talk,” you stepped closer, “Please Billy.”
“I have nothing to say to you,” his words stung, “You used me. Like everyone else in my fucking life, you never wanted me. You just wanted what you could gain from me.” The way he yelled was unlike anything you had ever heard out of Billy as he laid his emotions out on the table, “I loved you. I really fucking loved you too,” he grabbed his gun and pointed it at you, “I could just kill you instead. Make things easier.”
You didn’t even react with surprise when he pointed his gun at you. All you felt was sadness at his words, especially since you knew from his point of view that they were true. You didn’t bother to try and move or defend yourself. Instead, you took a step closer to him so that his gun pointed right at your chest.
“Go ahead then,” your voice was raw, “Shoot me,” you stared into his eyes as you faced him, “I don’t care if you do,” you scoffed, “I fucking deserve it,” you took a breath, “But I just want you to know that I do genuinely love you. And I didn’t care about any powers or anything. I’d take a normal life with you any day than a superpowered life without you. But if it makes things better, just shoot me right here and now. I won’t stop you.”
Billy’s hand trembled as he kept his gun pointed at you. You saw the conflict in his eyes as he took in your words. And the sincerity in your face was obvious that you weren’t lying. It was a stalemate, and neither of you made a move. Tears filled both of your eyes as you stared at each other and the tension in the room was palpable. 
But, the next move was decided for you.
Without warning, a crash through the window of Billy’s office broke your stalemate and a whirlwind of energy flew through the break. You recognised it immediately as your mother as you saw her launch herself at Billy, poised to attack.
You lept into action and pushed him out of the way before her energy blast hit him. The two of you landed on the floor hard and Billy’s gun flew out of his hand. Your body stayed over his to cover him and Billy looked up at you with wide eyes of disbelief. 
He whispered your name as he saw the fierce look in your eyes, “You…”
You softened your expression for a moment and looked down at him. Just as you were about to say something, you winced in pain and fell forward. Billy said your name urgently as he sat you both up. That was when he noticed you were hit, and blood soaked your shirt on your side.
“You’re hurt,” he put pressure on your wound, which made you hiss in pain. Suddenly, your argument didn’t matter anymore, and your actions spoke louder to Billy than any words could. All he wanted to do at that moment was apologize and protect you, but another voice in the room didn’t allow for that.
“Always the sentimental, my daughter,” your mother stood at the broken window. She addressed Billy, “Don’t worry, she’ll be alright. I can heal her,” she took a step towards the two of you.
Billy immediately wrapped his arms around you and shielded you, “Back the fuck off.”
Your mother just laughed, “Don’t worry, I can’t have her die yet.”
Both of you gasped and you turned toward her, “What do you mean ‘yet?’”
She gave you a fake pout as her shoulders dropped, “I guess my jig is up, huh?” your mother sighed, “You can love more than one person in your life,” she explained in an eerily calm voice, “And it turns out when you kill another family member, it makes your powers grow even more.”
Billy growled, “You would kill your own daughter? For power?”
Your mother remained nonchalant, “I killed my own mother.”
Your eyes went wide as you stared at her from Billy’s arms as you suddenly felt numb. Everything you were ever told felt like a lie. Suddenly it made sense why your mother wanted you to gain your powers so badly; she wanted them for herself. She made sure that you two were best friends while you grew up so that you loved each other, but it was all an illusion. All she cared about was her own gains, not you.
You were so lost in your emotions that you barely even noticed that your mother prepared for another attack. Billy was on alert, however, and before you even noticed the flash of energy directed at you, Billy had pushed you aside and out of harm's way. You landed on the floor again, but this time you didn’t even notice your pain as you watched Billy take the hit himself.
“Billy!” you screamed as you ran back towards him.
Your mother watched the scene with a dark smirk on her face as Billy lay limp on the floor and barely clung to life.
“Billy? Billy?” you cradled his head in your lap as his breaths became shallow. His face was scratched and his chest was covered in blood. You couldn’t stop the tears that fell as you held him close, “I’m so sorry, Billy. This is all my fault. I should never have gotten close to you.”
Billy wheezed, “Hey,” he breathed your name, “It’s ok,” his voice was weak but he repeated himself again, “It’s ok,” Billy cupped your face with his bloody hand.
“No, it’s not ok. It’s not fucking ok Billy,” you cried, “I’m so sorry.”
It took every ounce of energy Billy had left, but he reached into his pocket for his knife that he always carried on him, “Do it,” he crooked as he shoved the blade into your other hand, “Just do it.”
You gasped, “No… Billy I…”
“It has,” he gasped for air, “To be you,” Billy took another labored breath, “You can stop her.”
Time was against you as you felt the life slip away from his body. Your hand shook as you held the knife over his throat. Tears blurred your vision as you stared at Billy’s face. You knew he was right. You knew that the only way to stop your mother was if you got your powers. It meant losing Billy, but at this point there was no stopping that.
You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Billy’s lips, “I love you, Billy. And I’m so sorry that I do.”
The moment your words left your lips, you plunged the dagger into him. Billy gasped for air as the sting of the blade shot waves of pain throughout his body. But, this pain was short lived, and within moments, he died in your arms. You sobbed uncontrollably as you held his body and whispered apologies over and over again.
Suddenly, your body glowed as you felt a rush of power through your veins. It felt as if the force of the universe flowed through you and every ounce of energy was at your disposal. Your head spun as you looked at your mother through eyes that glowed white hot. Whether it was from the sudden rush of new power or anger, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you had to harness it quickly and use your new advantage.
“There it is,” your mother grinned widely as she harnessed her own powers, “You are more powerful than I even thought you’d be. And you’ll make me the strongest person to ever live.”
“Shut up!” you shouted as you threw a ball of energy right at her.
She dodged it and the ball of energy crashed through the other window. Your mother quickly laughed herself at you and you ran towards her without hesitation. The moment the two of you collided, another explosion of energy burst from your bodies, yet the two of you stayed locked together.
You gritted your teeth as you pushed all your energy towards her. You felt your strength start to fade, and you knew you had to act fast before she got the upper hand.
“Give it up, daughter,” she growled, “I am your mother, you can’t beat me.”
“Like fuck I can’t,” you retaliated with another push, “I’m done being your doll. You can’t control me anymore. I’m taking control now, and I’m going to kill you… for Billy!”
With that, you formed a sword out of energy and swiftly stabbed your mother right in the gut. Your mouth dropped open as a silent scream escaped her lips and her energy dropped. In a fit of rage you pulled out your energy sword and stabbed her again until she dropped to her knees.
Your mother whispered your name in a plea as she looked up at you with teary eyes. She grabbed onto you and clung as the life slowly drained from her body. As you looked down at her, you felt no remorse. She took away the one person you loved, and she spent your whole life using you for her own advantage. Any sympathy you could have held was gone the moment she turned on you.
Suddenly, you got an idea. You moved your free hand over her chest and focused all of your energy there. You weren’t even sure if this would work, but for Billy, you would try anything. You closed your eyes and imagined that you could pull the life force from your mother’s body, as if you could pull her soul out.
The delthy gasp your mother let out told you that something you did worked and you opened your eyes enough to watch the life drain from hers. “Goodbye, mom.”
The last sound she made was a croak of your name before her grip on you loosened and she dropped down to the ground. You felt a new rush as you absorbed her energy and you kept your focus until you were sure she was dead. Once all of the life was gone and her face stilled, you released your mother and all of the weight that you carried with you from her teachings seemed to let go as well. 
Once your mother’s lifeless body hit the floor, you rushed over to Billy. You dropped to your knees and hovered your hands over him. You had no idea what you were doing, but you knew you had to try. You didn’t want to lose him, and if there was a way to bring him back to you, you were determined to try.
Your hands glowed as you pushed the life force you took from your mother into his chest. You concentrated and focused all of your energy as you willed your powers to go through your hands and into him. You even pulled some of your own life force and channeled it into Billy’s body.
“Come on Billy, please,” you sobbed, “Come back to me. I need you.”
A burst of light blasted through the room as you gave it one final push. You felt the energy through your hands as you pushed it through once more until your body stopped glowing brightly. Your eyes and your hands resembled a low fire as a dim glow still emanated from them. You didn’t even notice, though, as you kept your gaze on Billy. For several long, agonizing moments, you watched his body in silence.
Until Billy suddenly gasped loudly and took a big breath in. You dropped your shoulders in relief as he coughed and took several more breaths.
“Billy!” you wrapped your arms around him and covered his body with yours.
“Ow, ow,” he winced.
You immediately pulled back, “Sorry,” you kept your hands on him and stayed as close as you could, “You’re back,” you whispered.
Through the pain, he gave you a strained smile, “I knew you could do it,” Billy took your hand in his.
You leaned forward again and embraced him, gently this time, “How?”
Billy wrapped his arms around you and held you as close as you held him, “When she said she could heal, and that you would be more powerful than anyone before.”
Truthfully, you didn’t even think about her words at the time. You were too focused on Billy and keeping him alive. And once you gained your powers, you acted purely on emotion and instinct. You weren’t even sure if it would work. Though you were more than grateful it did. 
“Let’s get out of here,” Billy groaned in your ear.
You wanted to take him to the hospital, but Billy insisted that all he needed was rest. Vaguely, you wondered if he didn’t want any questions about what happened, protecting you in the process. But luckily, you were able to use your new powers to heal him completely, and all he needed was rest for several days.
The two of you barely left his plush bed. Neither of you wanted to let the other go, both in disbelief that you were actually here and you hadn’t lost each other. Guilt still nagged at you, though, and you asked him one night, “What do we do now?”
Billy shifted in bed and cupped your chin to make you look at him, “Baby, you’re the most powerful person on the fucking planet. We can do whatever we want.”
You let out a short exasperated laugh, “I never wanted these powers, Billy,” you told him softly.
“I know that now,” the sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat.
You traced the scars on his face that you weren’t able to heal, “I’m so sorry.”
Billy used the leverage on your chin and pulled you in for a soft but meaningful kiss, “I love you,” he whispered against you, “And I don’t regret it.”
“I didn’t want to fall in love,” you admitted in a hushed tone, “But I do love you, Billy. And I’m just happy I still have you.”
“Baby, it’ll take a hell of a lot more to get rid of me,” Billy quipped back.
“Let’s not chance it again,” you replied, “Losing you once was enough.”
He wrapped his arms around you and held you flush against his chest. You rested your head down and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, as if you had to remind yourself that he was truly still here. In the silence, you knew that was what Billy told you too. The two of you would have to figure things out from here, but as long as you were together, there was nothing you two couldn’t do. 
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allegra-writes · 2 years
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"Call it Magic"
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Billy Russo x Reader
Teen and up (for now)
Warnings: Language, brief depiction of war setting, self esteem issues. I'll be honest here, this turned out angstier than intended.
Series summary: Single dad Billy Russo doesn't feel qualified for parenthood, so he hatches a plan to get his baby girl the perfect mom. Needless to say, he isn't looking for a love match... but that's exactly what he is going to get.
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"Come on, dude! You can't do this to me…" Billy knew his case was weak, his plea a useless, unconvincing hail Mary. Frank had already made his mind up, and Billy knew he was as unmovable and unyielding as a monolith. He usually loved that about his friend, made him the most reliable business associate a man could have, but right then, he thought it was the bane of his existence. 
"No dice, Bill. You knew monday was Amy's last day, she gave you her two weeks notice a month ago" Frank's tone was stern on the other side of the line, "You also knew it was my day off, and I was taking my kids to Liberty Island today, yet you made no other arrangements or called the agency for a replacement-"
"I can't just leave Lily with anyone, you know that!"
"Yes, I do, that's why I told you to start interviewing people weeks ago, but as usual, you didn't listen to me" Not for the first time, Billy felt a pang of jealousy at his friend's firm but not angry or threatening voice, his "dad voice" that Billy, try as he might, was afraid he would never perfect. "Look, Maria loves the kid, and so do I, you know that, Bill. But we already looked her four days this week. We won't babysit for you without notice every time you fail to arrange something else. I made plans to spend time with my family today, Bill, you should do the same from time to time" 
"Frankie, wait, just-" Billy could do nothing but curse as the line went dead. 
It wasn't a matter of self awareness, Billy was man enough to admit to himself he was a selfish son of a bitch too egotistical and clueless to be a father, and that he had been abusing his much more experienced and fitted friend (and his family's) kindness. But that was exactly it, he wasn’t suited to be a father, especially to a little girl as sensitive as his Lily, his sweet baby who didn't deserve all the suffering she had to go through at such a young age, didn't deserve to be as traumatized as she had been… He had often wondered if he had made the right choice, taking her for himself, denying her the chance to maybe, just maybe, fall into the hands of a nice, normal family like Frank's, but so far his little girl seemed cursed as him by the Russo luck, and all he had been able to think as the social worker explained her situation to him was that no child of his would grow up in the system. No, Billy Russo was going to give his daughter the best childhood money could buy.
Only lately, it had started to look like money wouldn't be enough. Amy had been a great help, she had, and Billy wasn't sure how he was going to cope without her, she had been the only one to get his shy, quiet baby out of her shell, but still, the girl only took care of Lily during the day. Between his daughter's night terrors and his own fears waking him up in the middle of the night, demanding him to check to make sure his baby girl was safely tucked in her crib, he hardly even got to sleep anymore. Not to mention sex was nothing but a distant memory now, bar hoping and hook ups were not something he could spend his nights doing anymore. All in all, Billy thought he was entitled to a child free day or two. A day to focus solely on Anvil or, heck, on himself. A day he wasn’t daddy, a day he could be just Billy again. 
He was about to learn the dangers of getting exactly what you wished for, as he turned back around after Frank had hung up on him, to find his two year old daughter gone.
Never in his entire life, having walked through hell and back, having fought in two different wars, having found himself trapped behind enemy lines, pinned down by enemy fire with no back up, no escape plan, watching his team fall one by one like flies while a hail of bullets rained on him, had he felt such debilitating, bone wrecking, marrow deep fear as in that moment he realized Lily wasn't there anymore. And he wasn't a fatalistic man, he was cold blooded and calculating, he was logical, he was a fucking first lieutenant for the United States of fucking America, God dammit, but in five seconds a thousand horrible, horrifying, nauseating worst case scenarios flashed through his adrenaline fuelled brain and his baby was so small, so precious, so fragile, so fucking helpless and he knew, he knew better than anyone the awful, fucked up things bad people could do to children and he'd eat led before letting anything like that happen to his baby. 
In five seconds flat he had already visually scanned the cafeteria, so he knew Lily wasn't anywhere in the open space. Less than a handful of companies had access to the 39th floor lounge, so anyone in or out needed to have his badge scanned, which meant anyone in or out could be easily identified, and the fact that it was his company the one in charge of the air tight security there in Fisk Tower… Well, let's just say if anyone took his daughter, they would not be able to take her very far. He was already dialing his head of security number -it was time saving that it coincidentally was the last person he had spoken to- when he heard it. It was muffled by the distance and glass, but the sound was so rare and so precious, he could have recognized it anywhere: Lily's laughter. 
There, about twenty yards away from where he was standing, inside the wood paneled walls of the posh coffee shop dominating the patio, his timid, almost mute baby girl was laughing, loud and uproarious, babbling away at the woman holding her in her arms as if they were long time friends. 
If Billy Russo had believed in souls, he would have recognized the way his knees went weak as the moment his returned to his body when he saw his daughter, safe and happy and in no danger of any kind. He would have realized that was exactly what took control of his body as his legs carried him on their, seemingly, own accord through the patio and into the high end Cafe. If he had believed in destiny, he would have identified the fatidical moment his dark eyes met the woman's holding his daughter for what it was. 
But he didn't, so he chalked up the way his heart skipped a beat to adrenaline and the peculiar, fluttering feeling in his stomach to stress related heartburn.
"Papa!" Lily made grabby hands for him, almost throwing herself off the stranger's arms, as soon as she saw him, but her big, so uncharacteristic smile was still firmly in place on her little face, and she appeared unharmed. Billy told himself that was the only reason he didn't strangled the woman holding her immediately on sight. 
"Mister Russo?" Well, at least she had the good sense to appeared abashed, cheeks darkening with embarrassment, maybe even fear, as she took in the frantic, worried look in his eyes and dishelved state. "Y-you're Lily's father?" 
Billy didn't reply, couldn't reply through the knot in his throat, as he took his daughter from her in a way probably a little more forceful than necessary. 
"I'm sorry, is everything alright, Mister Russo?"
"Stay away from my daughter!" He barked, startling both the woman and Lily, whose face instantly scrunched up in displeasure, lovely smile gone, eyes filling with tears in front of him, because of him.
God, he was such a shitty parent! 
It was too much for him after so much tension, especially as he realized every eye in the store was starting at him, probably judging him after witnessing how he had left his daughter alone, lost her and then made her cry. 
After witnessing what a failure of a father he was. 
Feeling his own eyes fill with moisture, he turned around and left without a word, before those people could see him make an even bigger fool of himself. 
To be continued...
This fic is dedicated to @marvelmusing and her amazing CEO!Billy fics and edits that were a big inspiration for this version of Billy, and to @ammarantas because her darklina florist x tattoo artist au kept me awake in the middle of the night, picturing how Billy would have reacted had he been in Aleksander's place and I just couldn't shake it off until, well, this happened.
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rosewoodtheseer · 7 months
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Me and My Husband
This includes casting, chapter masterlist and summary
Sirius Black x Remus lupin x reader
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this will also be posted on ao3 - a link to the fic
Chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6
Summary
Sirius Black III the usually flirtatious boy had become completely infatuated with someone he knew he could never have, but tied to someone he never thought he could love.
Remus john lupin the self hating Werewolf who doesn't believe he's worth loving, but his heart aches for two people who he thinks he doesn't deserve
Y/n l/n has hated love ever since she was young, a pure-blood family like hers doesn't get love, they only have to keep their blood pure. But maybe she could make something good out of this
Set during the marauders 7th year and onwards, canon divergent, just changing a few things up to make the fic work a bit better. This fic will be filled with unnecessary angst and drama because I'm a horrible person
Casting
Casting will include movies/shows for a more specific look for major character
Ben Barnes as Sirius Black (Dorian grey)
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Andrew Garfield as Remus lupin (Never let me go) and yes this is exactly how I imagine remus to act/talk - A link for a YouTube video since clips of his character are hard to find
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Aaron Taylor Johnson as James Potter (kick-ass / Nowhere boy)
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Dane dehaan as Peter pettigrew (Kill your darlings)
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Timothée Chalamet as Regulus Black
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David Tennant as Barty Crouch Jr
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Maxence Danet-Fauvel as Evan Rosier
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Supporting cast
Sophie skelton as Lily Evans
Alicia Vikander as Marlene McKinnon
Sofia Bryant as Mary McDonald
Louis Garrel as Severus Snape
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celestialspecial · 2 years
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Palace of Stars and Shadows
Because I wanted to write something fantasy (: dunno if itll turn into anything else other than scattered blurbs for fun-but we’ll see
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You were running as fast as your feet could carry you through the brambles and bushes of the forest. The sounds of those chasing you grew louder, they were gaining on you. Weaving and racing as fast as you could your lungs were burning, throat on fire as each breath grew more ragged, more desperate.
The forest was growing thicker around you, the sun was barely able to penetrate through the canopy of leaves above. You’d been told never to step into the woods, that it was dangerous. The creatures that resided in there were ten times worse than anything you’d encounter on the outside.
You’d barely had any choice. It was either escape into the tree line or be burned at the stake for witchcraft. Shouts of the men in pursuit rang out behind you, a few spooked rabbits and deer took off along your side at the intrusion into the seemingly peaceful woods.
Your feet caught on a tree root jutting out jaggedly sending you toppling to the soft earth. You landed on a slippery patch of moss, tumbling over and over down a short hill, the world was spinning then a cracking noise and blinding white hot pain streaked across your eyes. The back of your skull met with a large rock, the noise was loud and you turned over to the side to be sick at the sudden increasing pain in your head.
“Look here men, our little witch didn’t get that far after all.” You could see blurry feet step into the glade you’d fallen into. This was it you were done for.
“And she even went through all the trouble of knocking herself off her feet.”
“Please… I’m not a witch. I’m just a cook at the inn… please-“ you knew it was falling on deaf ears as they laughed, mimicking your pleading tone, the sounds of them drawing their weapons made your stomach drop. Tossing your arms over your head in a useless but instinctual move as one of the men at the forefront stepped towards you.
“Please!”
A whizzing noise broke the air then a wet crunch and a gurgle that had  you looking up to see what stopped the man’s sword from striking you where you knelt. A silver dagger plunged in your attackers chest up to the hilt. Blood red rubies sparkled on the handle. It took a moment before the other men realized what happened, watching their friend hit the ground, dead.
Another few whooshing noises echoed through the clearing and two more men dropped to the ground. Shouts of nervousness and anxiety called out from the remaining party as they scrambled to find out where the siege was coming from. You pushed off the ground in the midst of the chaos but standing was a bad idea, deep tendrils of pain curled around your head and the base of your neck as the darkness closed in around you, falling to the cool earth once more.
Before you lost all consciousness you could hear more shouts and screams from the men and a large pair of black leather boots walking into the opening and stopping before you.
Sunlight creeped under your eyelids, forcing a groan from your mouth. Attempting to sit up, wondering how you were still alive. You weren’t on the cold dirt anymore though, beneath was- fabric? Soft and silken, you blinked a tentative eye open to see that yes, your hand was resting on a dark navy silk sheet, a pillow under your head as well. You tried to open your other eye to see where you were…
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A deep voice rumbled from nearby. You jumped at the sudden sound, eyes shooting open only to be squeezed shut again as shards of light stung you. A soft chuckle then sounds of footsteps approaching where you sat.
“Don’t come any closer…I-I’m dangerous- yes, stay away. I’m a witch.” An empty threat met with another deep sound of mirth.
“You’re no more a witch than I am a human.”
That comment sent a shiver through you, heart pounding in your chest more so than before. What did he mean by that? You felt the intense throbbing from the light start to diminish, able to focus more on your surroundings. You were in an opulent room, large domed ceiling, four poster bed draped in tones of dark velvet, navy, black, shades of purple. A huge window that lead to a balcony was thrown open, hence the immense amounts of illuminating the space.
“Be still. You’re safe, for now.” Following the sound of the voice you narrowed in on a darkened corner of the room, cloaked in shadow. More footsteps and then a man, stepping into the light as if the shadows birthed him before your very eyes. Skin as pale as moonlight, dark brown hair that hung long on top, but lay close cropped around his ears ….which were, slightly pointed. Eyes the color of jet, black, but focused on you with intensity.
He was tall, lithe, but corded muscle lay chiseled beneath the black tunic he wore. Embellishments of gold and silver threaded throughout the garment. You were certain he was the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. Scruff clung to his jawline, you’d seen pirates or merchants come into the inn you worked at with similar facial hair and outfits. Realizing your mouth had gaped open you shut it quickly trying to find words of response in your dry throat.
He cocked his head at you, waiting for your reply. Why weren’t you screaming? Throwing the sheets off your body and racing for the exit? That’s what they all did when they realized where they were. Another step forward and you could’ve sworn you saw shadows of large wings dancing along the wall behind him, but after another blink they were gone. Maybe your head hadn’t properly healed yet.
“Where am I? In the woods…I”
“You’re safe now. “ you shook your head, brows drawn together in confusion.
“But how?” It dawned on you suddenly. “You saved me?” The man inclined his head, the closest thing to a ‘yes’ you were certain you’d get. “Why?”
His expression was inscrutable, giving away nothing for you to go on.
“I attack anyone who steps into the area of my court with unacceptable goals in mind.” The men chasing you, attempting to burn you at the stake, ready to kill you outright in the woods. He saw the workings going on in your head, addressing them before made mention, “I know you’re not a witch. I’ve met witches, worked with them before.” Another step towards you. “They’re no where near as…beautiful or …soft as you.” The last few words seemed to catch you both off guard, but his stalwart resolve resumed not a moment later.
He took another few steps towards you, that’s all it took for his long legs to reach the edge of the bed you sat upon, towering over you. Beautiful and intimidating all at once. His hand extended fingertips tracing over the lines of your face, he must be using some sort of fae magic on you as you only felt peace, humming in your chest as the pads of his fingertips curved along your jaw to hold your chin firmly in place, looking up at him.
Your body ached in ways unfamiliar to you, nipples tightly budded behind your dress, breasts heavy with each new breath you took, the scent of him, like a crackling fire, dew on the leaves after a rainstorm, when the darkness of night enfolds you and only the moon and stars are visible. His harsh gaze had softened as well, staring into your eyes, searching for answers that you didn’t know must’ve been pouring out of you by how long he was staring.
Fae were dangerous, not to be trusted. It’s why the forest was off limits to the town, being forced to hunt in the other side of the city where it wasn’t occupied by Magicks of any kind. Yet here you were, obviously In the home of one of them, who had rescued you from your certain death. Before you could open your mouth to say anything further a low sound of a horn blowing echoed from outside, filling the room. This seemed to awaken him from his stupor, releasing your chin and backing away a few feet.
“I will send food up. There is a dress in the wardrobe over there for you. When it’s time I’ll send for you.” Time? Time for what? He turned in his heel and began walking toward the door to the large room, you tossed the sheets off of you jumping up to follow him before anchoring in place as he opened the door, about to slip out.
“Wait! How will I be able to leave? To go home?” His dark eyes only pinned you with that long discerning gaze once more.
“You cannot leave. Ever.”
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🡒 ✨ 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐚 & 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨 • 𝘉𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴 & 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥.
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