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russosafehaven · 1 year

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Out East

A/N: First Logan Delos fic :)

Pairing: Logan Delos x GN!Reader

Content: Fluff, Rich Boy Logan doing Dumb Stuff ™️, Reader is sometimes illiterate when texting, Logan’s relapse, Ex Addict!Reader (Ambiguous addiction), Slightly Suggestive content

Synopsis: In which one wrong text gets sent all the way across to the West Coast and maybe you might just end up falling for him

POV: Kinda blurred since it’s most snippets of texting, but at the end it’s second.

10:43pm EST | 7:43pm PDT | 8/1/20XX

Y/N: You are an absolute ass and I cannot believe you could be that foolish. If I ever see you again I will castrate you on sight, do not ever cheat on anyone else ever again because I will be hunting you down if you hurt anyone else. From the darkest pits of my heart I want you to know that I despise every fibre of your being.

Unknown Number: Uh sorry do I know you?

Y/N: Cut the bullshit Nick, it’s not funny and it won’t get you out of this

Unknown Number: My name’s Logan and I’m definitely not a cheating piece of shit, while I may sleep with men and women quite a bit cheating is in my eyes disgusting

Y/N: Oh my god I’m sorry, I’ve got the wrong number

Logan: You’re fine, why don’t you talk to me a little more, get it off your chest?

3:28pm EST | 12:28 PDT | 4/12/20XX

Logan: What are you up to?

Logan: N/N, answer me I’m bored

Y/N: I’m at work Lo, can’t it wait?

Logan: We’ve barely spoken since New Year’s day, I wanna bug you more

Y/N: Co-depencdmcy isn’t a good look on you

Logan: Sunce when can’t you spell? Aren’t you an English major?

Y/N: I’m tryg nt two get caghut by my bss

Y/N: Shit

Logan: Aw sugar look at you, all lost and confused

Y/N: 🖕

1:53am EST | 11:53am PDT | 21/2/20XX

Y/N: Are you awake?

Logan: Yeah, why are you? I mean I know you’re from the city that never sleeps but come on. Be original

Y/N: I got fired

Y/N: I didn’t wanna tell you but I’ve blown through all my savings and I’m lost Logan

Y/N: Fuck I’m so scared Logan

Logan: Hold on give me a minute

Y/N: ?

*Logan has transferred $10,000 to Y/N’s Account*

Logan: That should keep you afloat for a while

Y/N: ?!

Y/N: What the fuck?! Where’d you get this money?! Howd you know my account number?! Logan!!!???

Logan: Relax, it’s not blood money or anything. I work for Delos, it’s family money and I don’t know your account number I paid because your phones connected to your account, it’s simple.

Y/N: Logan that’s far too much

Y/N: Take it back

Logan: You need it, besides my family won’t notice. Rather it help you out than go to waste. Put it towards bills, rent, groceries. Maybe even buy yourself a thing or two

Y/N: I hate you

Logan: Love you too baby

9:31pm EST | 6:31pm PDT | 18/3/20XX

Y/N: What are you having for dinner?

Logan: Probably just order a pizza

Y/N: Great idea

Logan: You haven’t eaten yet? Come on baby, you need to eat

Y/N: I was writing an article and got distracted, besides now we can have dinner together, if you wanna facetime..?

Logan: Sure thing sugar

6:45am EST | 3:45am PDT | 24/4/20XX

Logan: Sugar..?

Y/N: Lo, it’s so early what are you doing up?

Logan: Plese dont be md at me

Y/N: Talk to me, what happened?

Logan: I relsped nd my dad kcked me out ahain

Y/N: Oh Lo honey, talk me through it, what made you want to relapse?

Logan: ssters stupid fisnce mde a cmment on md ahain, how m alwys fcking up and i jst couldn’t take it. so i fond some of thm laying around and just did it, m sory sygr

Y/N: Hon, don’t be sorry okay? You’re okay. Relapses happen, it’s a true and unfortunate way of life. I’ve relapsed plenty of times before I fully recovered and now I’ve been sober for nearly 7 years. I’m gonna be here every step of the way okay?

Logan: oky, i love yoj

Y/N: I love you too Logan, you’re my best friend

Logan: no, nt just as a fridn. i love you. wanna get yu on top of me and hve you ride me. wnt u to fuck me unilt i cnt walk straihht

Y/N: Logan honey you’re high, you aren’t thinking properly at the moment

5:34pm EST | 2:34pm PDT | 23/5/20XX

Logan: Hey sugar?

Y/N: Hm?

Logan: Can we talk about something?

Y/N: Sure, what’s up?

Logan: So it’s almost been a month since, yknow, the relapse. I was wondering if we could maybe call tomorrow?

Y/N: Oh my god it is, we’re definitely celebrating tomorrow. You should be so proud of yourself Lo!!! This is a huge first step. We can call and group watch something on Netflix?

Logan: It’s a date

Y/N: 🤍

1:11pm EST | 10:11pm PDT | 6/6/20XX

Y/N: My boss is a dick oh my god I’m gonna off myself

Logan: Baby what’s up?

Y/N: I’ve pulled overtime 5 times this week and he’s asked me yet again on a fucking saturday night!!! All I wanna do is go curl up and die on my couch

Logan: Sounds like an asshole

Y/N: Not to mention he’s a huge perv and a misogynistic dick

Logan: Just tell him you’re not going to, if you get fired again then I’ll just send you some money, you shouldn’t have to worry about this shit

Y/N: Shit you’re amazing Lo

11:21pm EST | 8:21pm PDT | 17/7/20XX

Lo💚: Hey sugar, just got back from another Westworld trip so I’m all yours again

Y/N: Lo!!! I’ve missed you so much. I quit my job btw, can’t stand working in that environment anymore. So I’ve just been working on my novel and lounging at home

Lo💚: How are your savings going? Need some extra cash?

Y/N: Is this what having a sugar daddy is like?

Lo💚: Nah, having a sugar daddy would include me having you bent over. Since that’s not happening this is just two friends helping the other out

Y/N: If you keep talking about fucking me Im gonna hold you to that

5:34pm EST | 2:34pm PDT | 24/8/20XX

Lo💚: What are eating?

Y/N: This

Y/N: Happy four months Lo, I’m so fucking proud of you. You’ve done so well

Lo💚: Sugar.. you didn’t have to do that

Lo💚: Wait hold on someone’s at my door

Lo💚: I totally forgot I told you my address, oh my god sugar this is too much

Y/N: It’s a big day Lo, I’m gonna celebrate every single milestone for you. Just like my family did for me

6:27pm EST | 3:27pm PDT | 19/9/20XX

Lo💚: I miss you

Lo💚: If we worked together I’d have you cockwarm me while I did my paperwork

Y/N: LOGAN

Lo💚: It’s true, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I want you, all to myself. I don’t do affection, I don’t do any of this shit but you, I wanna do it for you

Y/N: Let’s just.. wait until we meet in person

Lo💚: So we’re definitely going to see one another in person?

Y/N: Fuck

9:14am EST | 6:14am PDT | 7/10/20XX

My Man: Howd you sleep?

Y/N: Lo, you don’t need to wake up early to talk to me

My Man: I woke up from a nightmare, wanted you. What’s your plans for today?

Y/N: Don’t think I’m not gonna ask abo it the nightmares Lo, but as far as my plans go, seeing as I no longer need to work because my best friend has been providing for me. I’m gonna work on my novel, wanna write at least 5K today. Maybe go to the gym? I need to get going regularly, watch some tv, I also need to get some groceries delivered, double check my security system, the usual.

My Man: The nightmares were just the same as always. But why do you need to double check the security?

Y/N: My neighbours apartment got broken into. Sent me into a spiral so I’m double checking to be safe

My Man: Yknow I got a place in New York, penthouse apartment up in Central Park West. Why don’t you move in there?

Y/N: Why wiuld you have a place in New York?

My Man: Thinking about moving their, they wanna expand Delos and I’ve got something for me in New York. My family all thinks I’m a failure anyway, if I came to the east coast I’d have you. So move into the penthouse, set it up for us

Y/N: Lo… that’s far too much

My Man: It’s not, I told you. I want you, when I come to New York I want you waiting for me. I’m shit at expressing my feelings, I’ve always been the disappointment. When I got into drugs my family only cared cause it ruined their image. I’m going to come for you baby

12:20pm EST | 9:20am PDT | 3/11/20XX

Y/N: Happy birthday baby

My Man: What did you call me?

Y/N: Baby, you call me sugar all the time I thought maybe I’d try it

My Man: God I love you, so fucking much. Just wait, as soon as I can I’m coming to you sugar

11:34pm EST | 8:34pm PDT | 25/12/20XX

Y/N: I’m so tired, merry christmas baby

Baby Boy: Merry christmas sugar

Y/N: Did you get my present?

Baby Boy: Yes I did, I loved it. You’re an excellent writer, so proud of you for getting published

Y/N: You made it happen, how’s the Delos Christmas party?

Baby Boy: It sucks, but the old man gave me the green light for opening a department in New York so guess who’s gonna be seeing you very very soon darling?

Y/N: Oh my god!! I’m so excited, I can’t wait to see you Logan

You were waiting excitedly in the airport, bouncing on your toes as you waited to catch a glimpse of Logan. When he had messaged you before his flight all you could think of was finally being in his arms. Logan had sent you a lot of photos before and your favourites were when you could see his lean figure. He was healthy and pretty muscular all things considered. When you were helping him get sober you suggested started going to the gym. Since you suggested it he’s been going four times a week and it suits him.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist covering you eyes. It pulled you from your head and you knew exactly who it was. A pair of lips kissed your neck gently and it was warm, as well as slightly wet.

“Guess who sugar?”

You turned around, jumping in Logan’s arms and nearly tackling him to the ground. Hands made their way to his face and you pulled his lips towards you. If you weren’t in public you’re sure both of you would have torn each other’s clothes off then and there.

“Let’s get your stuff, get to the apartment and show each other how excited we are huh?”

The statement had Logan hardening against you. He nodded and you both rushed off to find his luggage. After getting in the car his hand had dashed to your leg, holding you in any form possible. Logan lived for the contact and he was going to hold on to you forever.

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allegra-writes · 2 years

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"Call it Magic"

Prologue: Unfitted

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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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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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!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog too to stay up to date on when I post!

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?

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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mystic-shadows42 · 2 years

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Loyalty Lie

Pairing: Billy Russo x f! reader (one-shot)

Warnings: Violence and Language

Summary: When a chance to see your boyfriend Frank presents itself, Billy shows up. He knows you’ve been lying about everything and he won’t let his crush on you get in the way of his money.

You rushed to your door unlocking it. Frank called you from a burner phone saying to pack up your bag and head to the location he had mentioned before. It was hard at times, pretending that your long-time boyfriend was dead.

People gave you their sympathies and after a while of not having any contact with Frank it actually felt that he truly was dead, but you knew the truth along with Curtis. Frank is very much alive.

Getting that phone call from Frank after not hearing from him in so long made your heart race. He sounded good but rough. He was getting back to his old ways but you hoped he wouldn’t lose himself in the violence once again.

There was one thing you wanted and that was to be in his arms again. There was nothing like listening to the beat of his heart as you’d lay on his chest. He lived a very dangerous life but there’s no instructional manual saying who the love of your life would be.

He’s your motivation to keep going even when everything seems to be going against you.

You used seeing Frank again as a drive to rush inside your house and find your already prepared bag on the top shelf in your closet. You turned around only to be startled when the light in the room flicked on.

You swallowed thickly seeing Billy looking at you in question. He knew something was up and he was putting together all the pieces at once.

In the time that Frank was trying to lay low and build himself back up, there remained one constant in your life, Billy Russo. To you, Billy’s heart was in the right place. He was a good friend not only to Frank but to you as well. Then you thought back to what Frank told you briefly over the phone. That one sentence before he had to hang up.

‘Don’t trust Billy.’

He didn’t have time to explain and answer all the questions you had but that one hit you hard. Billy was the one person to lift your spirits when you were missing Frank. He had always been sweet on you as Frank called it. It was obvious with the flowers, taking you to lunch, and having a drink at the bar but you never let it be anything more than platonic.

At the sight of Billy still assessing you with your bag in hand and dressed up to leave in a hurry, he cocked his head as if thinking ‘really’. Not knowing what to say you blew out a breath of air trying to maintain your composure.

“What are you doing here, Billy?”

“Don’t do that,” he said as he squinted his eyes at you. “Don’t play stupid. You’ve been keeping something from me. Playing me a fool that Frank’s been dead all this time.”

You tried not showing any type of emotion. You’d keep up a facade if it meant keeping Frank out of harm’s way.

“You’ve got it all wrong. I just need to go away for a while. I don’t feel safe here. I fear his killers may be in the city and are watching me. You have to understand my paranoia at this time, especially around the anniversary of his death.”

Billy looked unconvinced but nodded his head. The thing about all of this is that you shared your fears with Billy thinking he was a friend and now he could use that against you at any moment. He could see through your lies, unlike others.

He looked down at the floor in deep thought before looking back at you.

“You know I can’t protect you if you lie to me.”

Now you were the one to squint your eyes at him shaking your head slightly. You knew somehow he was involved but you needed to know how invested he was in it. How deep the betrayal went.

“You’re not making any sense.”

You could see him flex his hands into tight fists as he looked down at the floor. “I said don’t play stupid!” He huffed harshly, his shoulders moving right along with his aggressive breathing. He reached his hand behind himself and pulled out a gun, having it at his side.

He caught you off guard making you take a step back at how quickly the atmosphere had changed. You’ve never seen this side of Billy before. It was new, scary, and clearly unpredictable.

He closed his eyes before looking at you with all seriousness.

“You’re going to tell me where he is.”

“And why would I do that?”

Billy exhaled through his nose and smiled. “In order to stay alive of course.”

“You’d really kill me just to kill Frank who you once called your brother? Where’s your loyalty?”

He tsked his tongue.

“Loyalty can only get you so far in the real world. My loyalty lies in the hands that give me money in return.”

You shook your head in disappointment. He reached a new low.

“Look where it’s gotten you. No friends to have your back. Only a mercenary who at the end of the day is expendable.”

Billy didn’t take too kindly to that. He ripped the duffel bag away from your hands and tossed it aside. Then he pressed you against the wall with his hand gripping your chin harshly. You tried turning away to get out of his hold but he kept making you look at him.

“I tried making my life better and you mock me for it. I’ve kept you alive and you didn’t even know it.” His fingers now began to caress your skin. “A part of me had hoped you could overlook all of this and be with me, but I guess Frank just has a way of getting everything he wants without really trying, huh?”

He dragged his hand down towards to your neck placing his hand over your throat. “What does Frank have that I don’t?” He began to apply pressure to your neck making you grip his wrist to stop him. “Why is it always him?” he squeezed harder leaving you gasping for any type of air. You began to panic flailing your hands around trying to deter him from hurting you even more. “What makes Frank Castle so goddamn special?!”

He dropped his hold over you all at once leaving you a pile of nerves on the floor trying to catch your breath. You felt disoriented trying to gather yourself. Billy wasn’t a kind man though, he pulled you up by your hair cranking your neck until your bruised neck was exposed.

“Now I’m only going to ask you one more time. Where is Fran-”

Before he could even finish you reached towards the lamp and slammed it across Billy’s face. He screamed in pain and that was enough motivation to get you running out the door. You didn’t know how hurt Billy was but it was enough to buy you a little time to get away.

You held your breath all the way to your car and stepped on the gas hearing the tires screech. It was only when your house was in the review mirror that you exhaled.

Out of all that happened, one thing was for sure, there was no way you could meet up with Frank. Not without exposing him. The only relief was that Billy didn’t know where he was, but now he’d be on the hunt to track you down and make you pay.

#Billy Russo #Billy Russo x reader #Billy Russo one shot #Billy Russo imagine #Billy Russo drabble #Billy Russo The Punisher #Billy Russo Jigsaw #William Billy Russo #Ben Barnes character

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celestialspecial · 1 year

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Headcanon ideas since I’ve been negligent in my writing 👻 (work has been insane and I’ve been applying for other positions so cross your fingers for me and my mental healths sake)

More Knight!Billy AU stuff cause I’ve been into Camelot lore

-You’re betrothed to the king, a match that would greatly benefit both your lands. You’d go from princess to queen, it’s what your father wanted for you and as the oldest of your siblings it wasn’t really in your claim to say no.

-It’s not until you’re wandering the castle grounds on your own that you see him for the first time. Sparring with another knight on the lawn. Sweat streaked forehead, hair damp and sticking to the sides of his face as he blocks an attack with his sword. He makes it look so easy, almost like dancing.

- You’re mesmerized watching him move, his footwork precise and calculated. It’s not until he blocks the final blow laughing with his companion and clapping each other on the back when he turns to you. Catching his eye and you see his expression change. The playful laughter dies off and is replaced with wonder, a touch of awe. Taking you in fully, the woman who’d been watching him unbeknownst to him.

- it isn’t until that night after your welcome feast that your betrothed introduces you two. He bows to you, eyes never leaving your face. Your new knight, sworn to protect you. You’d never had your own personal guard before. Handsome doesn’t encapsulate his appearance. Words can’t comprehend, the depth behind his fathomless eyes draws you in and Speaks to you in words only your soul seems to recognize.

-It starts slow. Your conversations walking along the tree lined path in the gardens or along the beach. You notice how he looks away when you remove your shoes to dip your toes in the water, savoring the cool splash of the water. He offers his arm when you crouch to slip them back on. You begin to look forward to your daily walks with your knight, knowing your future husband, the king ,has far too much on his plate to take as much time to speak with you.

- William is the only constant in your ever changing life. It’s months before you work up the courage to kiss him. It came after dinner one night, while he was escorting you back to your chambers. The glow from the candles dully illuminating the hallway, a soft glow from the stars outside casting shadows around you. He bids you goodnight and you take the opportunity to press up from your toes and softly press your lips to his.

-You feel warmth bloom in your chest as your mouths connect and you notice him leaning into the connection as well. His mouth is warm and inviting, a surge of excitement rushes through your veins as you feel the damp heat from his tongue tracing along your bottom lip. His armored hands hold you tight in place, and then you need to come up for air. Lips parting slowly, his heavy lidded eyes gazing down at you a mixture of that same look you saw before ,the first time he laid eyes on you, and something else- that you can only describe as realization.

-What had he done? His dear friend the King was to be wed to the woman before him in less than a few months time and here he was kissing her with abandon. Tasting her mouth, enjoying the sweet noises that managed to sneak past her lips. The heat of her body awakening something primal in him, her breasts pressed against his chest, the overpowering scent of her had him questioning every oath he’d ever made. Was it worth it? He’d been drawn to her at first sight and now knowing she felt the same made the ache in his chest gnaw at him even deeper.

-How could he stand idly by and let this woman be taken from him and yet stand before him all the same? What was to come between them? What had he done? And how could he see to it that she was truly and completely his and his alone?

#billy russo #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x y/n #billy russo fic #billy russo imagine #the punisher #the punisher au #Ben barnes #ben barnes character #knight!billyrusso #billy Russo but make him Lancelot #YN but make her gwenivere

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kittenbradensgf · 1 year

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once again missing shu!darkling

#the darkling #aleksander morozova #shadow and bone #grishaverse #ben barnes #i honestly don’t know why the show made alina shu and then never elaborated on it / used it as an excuse for fantasy racism #i love jessie as alina but they could’ve at least fleshed out her shu-ness a bit better #anyway aleksander was actually shu coded in the books :)#‘he spoke both shu and kerch and could pass as either’ was the line i think #of course i also love ben’s darkling and i’d watch him in anything #but the POSSIBILITIES #shu darkling adds so many more layers and complexities to the story #especially with him being so fiercely protective of ravka but still being persecuted #shu darkling and rakvan alina or having them both shu wouldve been so good #or having them both mixed race #i continue to hc aleksander’s heartrender father as having been a shu man though #IMAGINE though if his father was shu and his mother was fjerdan and those countries became his enemies despite being of them both though.#the wasted potential of his character 🥲#SO sorry these tags got so long btw i just have a lot to say

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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.

tagging: @noorie101 @padfootagain (one of my fav cas writers <3) — if u wanna be tagged please send in an ask!

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valentinetypewriter · 8 months

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Me and My Husband

This includes casting, chapter masterlist and summary

Sirius Black x Remus lupin x reader

My Main masterlist

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)

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

Aaron Taylor Johnson as James Potter (kick-ass / Nowhere boy)

Dane dehaan as Peter pettigrew (Kill your darlings)

Timothée Chalamet as Regulus Black

David Tennant as Barty Crouch Jr

Maxence Danet-Fauvel as Evan Rosier

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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padfootagain · 10 months

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Old Crush

Hello ! Here is a request that was sent my way by an anon : ‘Great! So I had this idea for a Ben imagine... So you were a big fan of Ben since you saw him in the Narnia movies, and you had a crush on him for years. Now, years later you're dating him but you never told him about knowing who he was before meeting him nor about this crush you had on him/his character (does that have sense?😅) And somehow he finds out and he's mad about it because he feels betrayed that you lied and he thinks you are only dating him because of who he is. But a happy ending, please!’

Thank you for sending in a request, anon! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written for you!

I hope you all like this! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: a bit of angst. Hurt/comfort. Fluffy ending. (the ask was perfect to use some interviews about Ordinary Day so… because I don’t know but whenever he speaks about being enough my heart just goes dfiejierjiejri)

Summary: Ben didn’t know that you were a fan of his already before you started dating, and when he finds out, he doesn’t like it at all. All his insecurities are suddenly brought back to life…

Word Count: 3156

Ben's Masterlist - Main Masterlist

It was a beautiful day, odds were in Ben’s favour to spend a lovely afternoon with you.

Lunch in the sun on your balcony, in your shared home, eating a tasty meal and drinking some fine wine. He glimpsed at the shining ring on your finger as the gem caught the sun and glimmered even more than usual, while he listened to you ramble about something exciting that happened at work. And it was perfect.

Perfect. Everything about this moment, about you, about the two of you… was perfect.

He wasn’t claiming that it wasn’t hard sometimes, because it was. You butted heads, you fought from time to time, you got annoyed at him and he got mad at you. He was away often and you weren’t always around. Sometimes, it was rough, but it was worth it. That was what Ben meant when ‘perfect’ popped into his mind to be written on everything around him. No matter what, he was certain you were the one. No matter what, he was certain he would fight for you. The two of you would make it work, no matter what. Because you were everything he wanted, and he was enough for you.

Him. Ben. Not Ben Barnes, not the actor, not the fame, not the money… just… him. Simple Ben who overthought everything, was too cautious sometimes, had only a vague idea of what a meme was, loved goofing around, and made a mediocre chili that he claimed was amazing. You loved him, and he knew it. He knew that if tomorrow he dropped everything and walked out of the glamour and fame you would hold his hand and give him a bright smile and ask ‘okay, where are we going, then?’ And it made it perfect. To be enough made it perfect…

A dreamy smile formed on his lips at the thought that this was going to last forever. You were signing up for a lifetime together. Endless supplies of banter, of conversations that lasted till dawn, of cuddles on the sofa, of kisses in a kitchen bathed with dawn, of hands holding on each other as if they never wanted to let go. Endless supplies of silly fights forgotten on the pillow, of eyes opening to the sight of the other sleeping, of boxes of chocolate brought home every day for a week every month, of flights caught to close the distance, of faces drawn in pixels and voices distorted by phones, of painful goodbyes before climbing in a cab.

All of it, good or bad, was about to last for the rest of your lives, together. A couple of months more to wait until you would both say yes and be each other’s for a lifetime…

Sometimes, he wondered if things would have been different if you had met under different circumstances. Instead of bumping – quite literally – into each other in this supermarket… what if you had met and started dating knowing who he was? Would he have opened up so easily then? Would he have let himself be drawn to you with such a force?

But then again, you didn’t know who he was back then. And he was thankful for it. He hadn’t had to worry about the fame, about you being earnest, about money… none of that mattered, not between the two of you.

He was just Ben with you, and it was enough. And you were just Y/N, and it was enough.

“Are you even listening at this point?”

Ben shook himself out of his dreamy state, looking away from your shimmering ring and up to your eyes again. He wanted to drown in their colour forever…

You were amused more than annoyed, head tilted to the side and a playful smile on your lips.

“You’re talking about Francis breaking the coffee machine. Again,” he answered with a cocky smile. “Of course, I’m listening, love.”

“You seemed to have zoned out for a moment,” you explained before eating the last bite of your dessert.

“Was just… kind of lost in thought, I guess. But I was listening.”

“What were you thinking about? You were smiling, it ought to be nice.”

His smile widened, something mischievous and flirtatious added to the crooked gesture.

“I was thinking about this,” he answered, nodding towards your ring. “And about all the naughty things we’ll do on our honeymoon.”

You laughed, choking on the piece of fruit you were eating. And God, did he adore that sound…

“And… what kind of thoughts these might be? Are you making plans?” you asked back, flirt lowering your voice too, and Ben couldn’t help the way his heart jumped in his chest at the sound.

“I am, actually,” he fought back, leaning a little across the table, a dangerous glint darkening his black eyes. “I have a full list, at this point… of things I’m going to do to you.”

He noticed your sharp intake of breath, and leaned back in his chair, winking at you in a seductive way, making you nervously giggle.

“Can’t wait for that, then… Can I get a preview?”

Ben let out a loud laugh, shaking his head.

“No way, I’m keeping that for later. We should relax this afternoon.”

“Sex is… relaxing…”

“No…” Ben shook his head, amused.

Instead, Ben ended up doing the dishes while you settled on the sofa and looked for something to watch on TV. You went through the channels, until Ben’s face appeared on the screen.

“Oh! Honey! You’re on TV!”

Ben chuckled, putting away the last plate before walking inside the living room to join you. Indeed, his face was on the screen; a shaven, much younger version of himself.

“Oh, it’s Narnia,” he said with a fond smile on his lips as some of his friends appeared on the screen as well.

He sat by your side on the sofa and immediately snuggled against you, rolling his eyes as you whistled when he was on the screen again, playfully catcalling him.

“My… my… look at this handsome guy, right there!” you teased, pinching his side, and Ben couldn’t help but blush.

“Not bad, huh? Is he your type?” he asked, playing along, the red reaching the tip of his ears.

He tried hard to refrain a grin, but he couldn’t.

“Definitely! He looks a little like my fiancé, you see?”

“Oh, I see…”

You both exploded with laughter, unable to keep a straight face for much longer.

“You are definitely my type,” you went on. “God… even then, I had a crush on you!”

Ben frowned, looking at you questioningly.

“What do you mean?”

He squeezed your thigh, the feeling of your body against him reassuring.

“Well… even as Caspian, I had a crush on you.”

“When?”

His frown deepened, and he couldn’t help the way his heart sped up all of a sudden. Because… you couldn’t be meaning that. You didn’t know who he was when you met…

“I mean that when I watched Narnia for the first time, I had a crush on Caspian. So… on you… kind of.”

“But when did you watch it?”

“When it came out! I went to see these movies with some friends at the time.”

You seemed puzzled by his reaction, and perhaps it was normal for you to do so. You frowned, the small crease forming across your brow. And perhaps it was but logical for you to react like that, but Ben didn’t think so. Instead, he merely stared at you, frowning hard, almost glaring, his jaw clenched tight, all of a sudden…

“What?” you asked, even more taken aback as Ben sat up, letting go of you completely.

You knew him before you met. You knew who he was that day, in the supermarket, and during your first date and…

You had a crush on him already? What… if you knew who he was then… had you ever been interested in him back then? That rainy afternoon when you bumped so hard into him in this supermarket he fell over?

He couldn’t control the way his heart was racing, the growing feeling that was crushing his chest more and more. This feeling, so painful, of… betrayal…

“Ben? What’s wrong, honey?”

He got up at the sound of the nickname.

Was it real? From the beginning? And why had you not told him you knew who he was? What was your plan? Were you… were you lying about the two of you?

“You’ve never told me,” he spoke at last, voice low and shaking with an anger he struggled to control.

You shrugged; and Ben hated you for it. Because everything was crumbling around him, his mind was spiralling, and you were… shrugging?

“What about it? I love these movies. Haven’t watched them in ages, though…”

“When we met… when we went on our first date, you never told me you knew who I was.”

You frowned hard, failing to understand why he seemed angry now, why his voice was so low, a rumble of upcoming thunder.

“I didn’t recognize you at first,” you admitted. “Not in the supermarket. Not before you told me your full name, and that you were an actor.”

“That was on our first date! Why didn’t you tell me then?”

But again, you shrugged, at a loss for words. And he could see it in your eyes: that you didn’t understand what was happening, why he was mad, what you had done wrong.

Ben tried to take a few deep breaths, in an attempt to slow down his pounding heart and to clear his head. But it didn’t work well…

“What does it matter, anyway?” you asked, and Ben scoffed in response, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“You should have told me…”

“Why? It was ages ago… who cares?”

“I care!” he replied, raising his voice, the announced storm finally reaching the surface, making the air heavy and filled with electricity.

“I don’t understand,” you admitted, keeping your voice low and calm, but it didn’t soothe Ben’s anger.

“I thought… You said you hadn’t watched anything I was in. You lied!”

“I didn’t lie! At the time, you had just finished working on the Punisher, and I hadn’t watched that.”

Four years… that was too long ago, he couldn’t remember the exact words that were spoken. And perhaps you were right. Perhaps you had never claimed to have never watched anything he had been in but were only unaware of the project he was working on at the time. Perhaps he had been the one distorting your words a little. But it didn’t matter. Ben was still angry, even if he might be in the wrong.

Because it meant that… how could he trust you now? How could he know that you were the one? That he he was enough?

“Did you go on a date with me because I’m an actor?”

It was your turn to be hurt, he read it in your eyes.

“What?”

“Did you accept to go on a date with me only because I’m an actor? Just for the clout?”

“How dare you!” you protested, standing up as well, hurt mingling now with anger. “Of course not! Who do you think I am?”

“I don’t know… I’m not sure to know that anymore…”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you went on a date with me, and then became my girlfriend because you… not because of the fame, or the money or…”

“Of course, I didn’t! What’s next, you’re gonna call me a whore and claim I only slept with you for money? I don’t need your money, and I never have!”

“I didn’t say that…”

“You’d better not! Besides, let’s bring your ego down a notch, because you might be talented, but you’re not a superstar either, Ben.”

“No need to be mean.”

“You’re basically saying I’ve slept with you for money! How is that not insulting?”

But Ben was less and less convincing at hiding his hurt behind his anger. Because there were tears at the corners of his angry gaze, and a shakiness in his voice due to a tightened throat; and if he clenched his jaw and fists now, it was to hide the fear that crept within his heart.

Because if you had fantasized on this person he wasn’t… was it what you saw in him? Was it what you saw at the beginning, at least?

Because he thought that he was enough, but then again… was he? Had you fallen in love with him or with the image of him you already liked?

“What about the fantasy of it then? What about that crush on someone I’m not?” he spat, holding onto the rage to hide the fragility he longed to forget.

“What are you even talking about?”

“Was I a fantasy to you?”

“What?!”

“You heard me.”

“What do you mean ‘a fantasy’?”

“Well, I don’t know… Apparently you had a crush on me before we even met! Or, to be more precise, you had a crush on someone I am not.”

He expected you to keep your voice high, maybe to raise your voice even more. But you didn’t. Instead, he was taken aback as you visibly relaxed, as your gaze softened, as you heaved a sigh.

“Ben… what’s wrong? For real?”

“I told you what was wrong! You lied, and now… I don’t even know if this is real anymore. Us. Our whole relationship… we were supposed to get married!”

“Were?”

“I don’t know anymore.”

But he regretted these words as soon as they passed his lips. Because despite his stupid doubts, he loved you with all his heart. You were the one, he knew it.

Why was he pushing you away like this, then?

But you didn’t fall for it, didn’t follow him down this path of anger he was opening for you. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly, and he was so taken aback that he didn’t protest, nor moved away.

“I love you,�� you said, your voice soothing again, warm and reassuring, your natural tone. “I love you more than anything. And this has nothing to do with your job, or with whether or not I liked Caspian years ago. I fell in love with you on our seventh date when you got us lost on our way to the beach because you have no sense of direction whatsoever.”

He rolled his eyes, but you weren’t fooled. You could feel the muscles of his back relaxing under your hands.

“I love you, Ben. You know I do. So… what is this all about?”

He shrugged, looking away so you wouldn’t see that he was holding back tears.

How could he say it? That he was terrified all over again that one day you would change your mind. That one day, you wouldn’t think as him being enough…

Because it happened before, but you didn’t really know that. It happened, over and over again. Because people expected him to be someone else, and they fell for his public image at first, for a fictional character, and then they woke up next to him and they just… disappeared. Because disappointment always drove people away.

But this time around, it was different. You were different. You made him feel so safe, so confident, so loved… if you turned up to dismiss him just like the others, Ben wasn’t certain he would be able to overcome it this time around.

But he couldn’t tell you that.

It was okay, though, he didn’t really have to. You read it in his eyes when you caught his gaze for a second before he could look away once more, you noticed it in his clenched jaw and the slight shaking of his hands, you saw it in the fear that he tried to hide still but was painted in every crinkle of his handsome face.

“There’s no need to push me away,” you spoke in the softest voice, and he felt safe all over again. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving. I’m happy with you. And I don’t care about anything but being with you. With the real you. The one waking up way too early on Sundays, and who gets lost everywhere he goes, and always has to make lists for everything, and sings all the time, and cuddles me every morning, and worries about our tickets way too much when we leave for a vacation and… You. Just you. I just want to be with you, Ben. Everything else doesn’t matter. Okay? Do you understand? I don’t need anything more, as long as I can spend my life loving you.”

You could have gone on, but Ben suddenly wrapped his arms around you as well, finally reciprocating your gesture, and he held you tightly, so tightly you could hardly breathe, but you didn’t mind.

You heard him sniffing as he buried his face into your hair, breathed deeply the sweet scent of your shampoo.

He was being ridiculous… this was ridiculous… You were right. You loved him. And he loved you… God, he loved you so damn much, it physically hurt…

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, trying to calm down, anger slowly being replaced by this sense of fragility he was desperate to avoid. “I didn’t… I’m sorry. It was pretty ridiculous, right?”

“It’s okay.”

“I… I guess I had a little… insecurity crisis for a moment.”

“Yeah, I got that. I don’t really understand why though.”

“It’s just… I’m afraid sometimes that people don’t like me as much as they like the idea they have of me. Do you understand?”

Slowly, you nodded, he felt your head moving against his cheek and shoulder.

“I see. But I don’t care about that. I love you for who you are.”

It was his time to nod.

“It’s just… I’m worried sometimes that one day you’ll realize I’m just me, nothing more. And that… I’m not… that I can’t get you more than that. More than me.”

“But you’re everything I need, Ben. You’re enough. You’re so much more than enough, actually.”

Finally, he smiled, grinned even, you felt the gesture against your skin as he pressed his lips to your temple.

“I feel very stupid. I’m sorry,” he apologized in a whisper.

“It’s alright.”

“Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not. I think you could have handled that better, but it’s okay. Do you still want to watch a movie with me?”

He chuckled, pulling away just enough to gently hold your face in both his hands, and kiss you for a rather long time. If any trace of anger had remained in your heart, it was fully gone after this loving gesture.

He offered you a grateful smile when you finally opened your eyes again.

“I will always want to watch movies with you, my love. Even when I act like an idiot.”

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Hi, I know I've been MIA for a while, but since the news about the cancellation of Shadow and Bone broke I've been sad and I need to let it all out. I've come to think of my blog here like a safe haven, so there's no better place for this.

These photos are of the very first original amigurumis I've ever made (sorry for the first photo, I hastily put it together just for this post because none of my photos seemed good enough). As you can see they are some of the characters of Shadow & Bone: Alina, the Darkling, Inej and Kaz. This was back in 2021, when the show premiered. Back then I had never heard of the Grishaverse, but when I saw the teaser my curiosity was piqued so I gave the books a chance and I LOVED them. After so many years on a reader's block and at a time in my life where I was struggling to get by, I had something new and exciting to look forward to. I loved the show (watched it twice in a row, actually), I loved the cast and I loved everything surrounding the Grishaverse. I even convinced two of my friends to read the books (and I regret nothing) 😂

I was so thrilled I HAD to do something, to create something new inspired by the Grishaverse. At that moment I had been crocheting only for a year but I thought I could try and see if something came out of it. That's how I crocheted Alina, my very first bookish amigurumi. It's not my best work, sure, but till this day I'm so very proud of the result. This was my first attempt at designing an amigurumi, I felt like I was improving my craftsmanship while honouring one of my favourite fantasy sagas. So I kept going, I crocheted the Darkling, made changes to get a better design, started putting more effort into my photos, even replicating the show posters. I kept growing my collection, adding Inej and Kaz and taking fun photos of all of them.

I didn't get far in terms of interactions and likes with them but I didn't care that much, I was just genuinely elated that I was creating something new with my bare hands and that was my priority.

And after them, I stuck to the book amigurumis. Created new patterns and characters, got more involved in photography and photoedition, and strived to do better with each new amigurumi. I got happier too, the thrill to create and share not only my craft but the books I love the most has been the best part of these last three years. And none of that wouldn't have existed without Shadow & Bone, without Leigh Bardugo and her universe, without that amazing cast and all of the writers and staff that have worked tirelessly to bring the Grishaverse to life.

So yeah, I'm heartbroken it has come to this abrupt and unfair end, especially when there was just a season left. In a way it feels like putting an end to a part of my journey as an amigurumi artist, this first part in which I was fumbling to learn and create something new. And as sad as it is, I want to say thank you too. It's not much, but it feels right to use my small amigurumi kingdom and reach to say thank you to everyone involved in the Grishaverse. You've made me unbelievably happy in so many different ways that I have trouble putting it into words.

Thank you as well to everyone who has taken a bit of their time to like, share and leave comments about my Grishaverse amigurumis. You helped me believe in my work and gave me strength to keep crocheting.

I will always remember the first time I showed Alina and the Darkling to my best friends and we talked about how I could crochet the rest, and which ones they wanted to see the most and "omg what if one of the actors noticed your work?????". It will never happen, but imagining the possibility still makes me feel a bit giddy even after two years.

If you've read this far, thank you to you too and sorry for my silly ramblings ♥️ If you love S&B too I'm free to cry together about all of the things we will never see on screen anymore.

P.S.: who would've thought that little me having a crush on Prince Caspian (aka the great Ben Barnes) would have ended in crocheting plushies inspired in book characters??? Not me for sure 😂

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Ben Barnes x reader who's in her 20s and Ben likes her one day he couldn't control himself and says it like "I know I'm older but I still love you" idk something like this?!?

Hi sorry for the delay, I'm on break from taking requests but I'm not going to abandon your request. So here's a taste of the dynamic between Ben and (Name) as I figure out what to put together. Just some headcanons whilst I work on your story.

- (Name) being a Young millennial/Millennial Z.

- I can imagine reader being an Actress and a singer herself rising through the ranks due to her unique talent.

- Ben and (Name) first met through mutual friends.

- In fact, they met at the Troubadour where Ben was actually performing that night.

- (Name) was also invited to perform as well.

- My girl did Rock music. And did she have some serious pipes.

- Ben could not look away from her performance. He thought she looked so ethereal but at the same time so enticing under the blue and dim lighting of the stage.

- The way she strummed her guitar to impossible notes made her look like a Metal Goddess.

- When the show was over Ben had the chance to introduce himself through a friend of his who conveniently knew her as well.

- He felt shy to approach such an intimidating but captivating young woman.

- He found her to be very attractive and quite adorable actually. With her highlighted hair, smokey eyeshadow with glitter, dressed in a black sheer lace top with a dark bra underneath and a pair of dark jeans and laced doc marten boots.

- Immediately fast friends when they started exchanging dirty jokes (Ben can be a hound dog for sure).

- Ben enjoys to cook and share with his friends and after getting to know (Name), he's insistent that she joins him for dinner (with some friends, of course...it wasn't a date...not yet).

- When she first came to dinner she brought over some special dessert from her culture (Whatever ethnic background she is; I'd imagine it being Flan/Basbousa/Avocado ice cream/Ube cake...etc. could be any)

- Ben loved her dessert. Made it official that she introduces more ethnic desserts to his colonizer palate.

- Ben saw something unique in (Name): she was so funny, eccentric, talented, free spirited, and crazy but in a good way.

- It wasn't long before they'd coincidentally worked together staring in the Marvel series 'The Punisher'.

- I'd imagine (Name)'s character being the sister to Frank Castle and there is some sort of chemistry between her and Billy Russo.

- (Name) doesn't know this but Ben has actually watched her films and series.

- After meeting her for the first time, he grew curious about her work and explored her films and music, and immediately became enamored by her method of acting and her lyrics.

- Her first time to explore London, Ben is there as well and offers to show her around.

- When he took her to the Harry Potter store (Name) couldn't help but mention how he would've been perfect for a Harry Potter film:

"Ha ha not you too."

"Yes, me too. I've seen your old pictures and you would've been the perfect Sirius Black. Ugh what a wasted opportunity but too late, you're...oooold." She'd exaggeratingly say the last bit in a grim voice.

"I am not old you just happened to be born really late."

"That's what an old person would say."

- His contact name on her phone would be 'Shadow Daddy' (She just had to since his character, General Kirigan, was trending like crazy)

- It was a slow start between the two. Starting off as friends but then things between the two became serious.

-Serious how?

Having dinner together with just each other.

Visiting each other's designated trailers.

Going to London's famous bookstores and exploring great literature.

Ben and (Name) would even do a music sesh or duet some songs together.

She even got to meet his family.

He met her family as well.

- I can imagine (Name) being well versed in technology.

- Young Millennial Zs are just good to adapting to new technologies and constructing their own system units. So it's only natural that she's good at it as well.

- She's also a pro at video games. Like really good that she makes misogynistic, fascist pigs cry like little bitches.

- Like the chick has her own customized mug/tumbler that reads 'FASCIST TEARS'.

- A total badass in Call of Duty (Warzone), Overwatch, Dead by Daylight, Dying Light, Friday the 13th, League of Legends, etc. Don't mess with her.

- Ben one time heard her lay down some serious trash talk and come backs at a bunch of sexist, misogynistic 'men'. (He had spare keys to her place and found her preoccupied in her gaming room)

"Woah! Are you a gamer girl?! Send me some titty pics, bitch"

"You can't handle my melons, bitch. If you're looking for some titty action go back to sucking your mama's. Annoying ass brat."

"This game ain't for girrrllls! Go back to the kitchen and make me a fucking sandwich!"

*Soon after he said that (Name) would constantly headshot his lame ass character barely even touching her or landing a shot at her*

"What the fuck?!Nah Nah, fucking bitch is cheating!"

"Ha ha ha! You fucking suck man. I don't think this game is for you so how 'bout you go to the kitchen and make my fucking sandwich."

- Oh yeah, (Name) is a major savage when ripping into those assholes.

- She was surprised Ben found her like that and felt embarrassed. She was worried he would find it appalling with spoke... Ben was such a composed fella and her... she was basically the devil incarnate ready to erupt and drink the blood of her enemies.

- But her worries went away when Ben chuckled at the scene he had witnessed and asked if she was okay (in a nice way) She'd later explained about how she was being insulted online and it made Ben worried.

- She told him not to worry and that she handled well by kicking their ass.

- Ben's not a gamer (I think) but he was really impressed with how she put down those sexist assholes.

- He found it kind of hot.

"Well that was an...interesting reaction, ha ha ha!"

"Stop laughing! I feel so embarassed that you had to see me that way!"

"I have to admit I found it quite cute how you swore at the screen. Ha ha, you looked like an angry chihuahua. Ha ha ha!"

"Ha Ha very funny"

"Alright, I'm just teasing you. I just hope you won't get into trouble"

"Nonsense. Besides...they only try and get my account reported for 'cheating'. It's not my fault they deliberately suck at playing."

"You are really good... It almost feels unfair."

"You say that because you've never beaten me at Mario Kart to this day."

"I've been practicing whilst I was away filming. So I'd like to think now I'm close to beating you."

"Ooh ho ho. Big talk eh. I'd like to see you try. Prepare to lose...again!"

- The two also enjoyed teasing one another that it gave everyone the impression that they were couple. Heck even their parents thought there was something more between the two.

- Ben laughed it off when his parents told him and he denied saying that he was too old for her. But they thought differently.

- (Name)'s mom was rooting for them (aww bless her) and her dad well...He didn't mind Ben but that was his sweet baby girl. To him, Ben was corrupting his sweet, innocent, little 'angel' baby (Ahahaha he can't see it clearly that his daughter is basically the devil who thrives on Cyberbullying fascist gamers... Yeaahh, an 'angel' for sure but there's nothing wrong with putting down toxic gamers. The girl is basically considered a saint in the gamer girl community)

- Sure there was a bit of a large age gap between the two but his parents had no qualms against whom he dated as long they treated him well. And they believed (Name) was the right fit for him.

- Ben would also invite her to one of his recording sessions and let her listen to him sing and play his piano.

- She would also invite to him to her recording studio to witness her play and come up with new songs.

- She'd be in awe of his talent and it would not go unnoticed by Ben which just bolstered his ego and made him flustered at the same time.

"Enjoy the show?"

"You were amazing! I mean... You all were amazing." She included the rest of the musicians who played by his side.

"Thanks, I'm happy to hear that."

"I heard that you're putting a lot of focus into your music since you didn't have the time to do so?"

"Yeah. I've put it off for a while since I wasn't so sure at the time but..."

"You're doing great and I'm not just saying that as a friend. It may seem late but you've put in a lot of work and creativity into it. I'd say all these years you just had some pent up creativity storming through that head of yours."

"Thanks that means a lot. I appreciate it."

"Happy to help. Ooh now that you're a rising musician does that mean I can be one of your groupies?!"

"Ha ha ha you can be so ridiculous!"

"That's what you love about me."

"You have no idea."

- Ben doesn't understand it yet but he always looked forward to (Name)'s words of encouragement and unwavering support as he trekked through the world of music.

- Despite the age difference the two shared their worlds and experience with one another and it brought them closer and closer.

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