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Anthony Bridgerton x Reader !CHILDHOOD ENIMES! !PART 2!

ANTHONY'S POV

Anthony's life had never been easy. His father's death and the pressure of being the man of the house so young were hard on him. But one thing was always easy...

Getting under her skin.

He loved teasing her, he loved the way she pouted, hell... He loved her.

But he knew it would never last. She hated him and she was his sister's best friend. So he buried his feelings for her and moved on with his life. The last two years it was easy since she wasn't around... He even got a fiancé... But the second he saw her... Everything came flooding back.

He was at Lady Danbury's ball when she entered. The crowd went silent and his gaze fell on what they were looking at... Her.

All the men wanted her, all the women wanted to be her.

She looked absolutely and utterly stunning. Breathtaking... Beautiful... He couldn't even name every word of how she looked in that stunning blue dress.

But then he saw the look of panic on her face and the way her body trembled... Clearly being in the spotlight was getting to her.

He was just about to go to her to save her from the torture she was going through when Lady Danbury did it before him.

His eyes never left her... While she talked and laughed with Lady Danbury... God... That smile... He wanted her, he needed her... But something snapped him back into reality. Well, more like someone.

"Anthony," Kate spoke with a smile. "Is everything alright?" She asks while wrapping her hands around his arm. He was flustered and startled at first at her sudden presence but he quickly regained composure.

"I'm fine." He murmured with a small smile. He and Kate spoke for awhile and he did his best to keep his gaze on the woman before him and not the woman across the room. But the feeling of someone staring at him caught his attention and he looked away from Kate and his eyes met yours. He felt his heart skip a beat as you two made eye contact. But quickly your gaze fell and you looked away.

But Anthony couldn't lose this chance. He looked at Kate, excused himself and explained why (not the whole truth), and walked over to her and Daphne.

He smiled widely and threw open his arms, "Sweetheart!" He called out. He chuckled softly as he saw her hiding behind his sister, Daphne. He pulls her from behind Daphne and hugs her tightly. He took in her scent, she smelled like roses...

Damn... Now every time he smelled or saw roses he was going to think of her.

She didn't hug him back, as expected, and he could hear his sister snorting behind him. Anthony pulled away and pinched her cheek like he always did, "Nice to see you again sweetheart. You look stunning. Did your mother doll you up?" He asks and she smacked his hand away.

She glared at him, "Aww. Don't pretend you didn't miss me, sweetie." He says while nudging her slightly. "Goodbye Anthony." She says before turning away. God... His name sounded so good in her mouth...

He wondered what else would be good in her mouth...

But she stopped. Her mother was coming with a creepy old man that he could tell her mother wanted to marry her off to... Yeah, there's no way he was going to let that happen.

He inched closer to her, maybe even too close for her comfort, before whispering in her ear, "Y'know... I can save you... You'll just have to accept my offer for a dance."

He heard her sigh and she turned around to him with a glare on her face, "I'm doing this to get away. Don't think you're saving me." She says while pointing at him. He chuckles, "Of course not sweetheart."

"And stop calling me that!" She says angrily and he lets out a small laugh as she takes his hand. Her hand felt so good in his, even though he couldn't feel her skin, her hand still being in his felt really good.

He pulled her along to the dance floor before shifting her off into a dance. They danced smoothly and effortlessly. It was silent for the first minute and she avoided his gaze.

"Your mother trying to sell you to that old man?" Anthony asks and she finally looks at him. "Sadly yes. But I'm not interested. I'm not interested in anyone really." She says, managing a shrug through their dancing. Before he could question her further on that she spoke again, "But I see you are. Engaged huh? I never thought I'd see the day." She says with a chuckle.

"And why's that? Thought I'd always be a bachelor for the rest of my life?" He teases, and she rolls her eyes. "No, I just never thought there would be a woman on this planet who could tolerate you long enough." He laughs a genuine laugh.

"Speaking of which, would your bride-to-be, be upset you're dancing with another woman?" She asks with a smirk, he chuckles. "No... She knows I'm hers."

That was a lie. He thought. Well, maybe not the part of Kate thinking he was hers... But in truth, his heart did not belong to Kate... It belongs to Y/N. For years, it was always hers.

"Good. I don't feel like getting into a fight tonight... Although it would make this boring evening even better." She says and the dance ends. They both stop and stare at one another, the tension palpable between the two. He saw her neck shift as she swallowed the lump in her throat before she gave him a curtsy and he gave her a bow...

"Thank you Mr Bridgerton..." She murmured while pulling herself back up and adjusting her dress. "But I can't avoid my mother any longer." She says softly and before he could say a word she brushes past him and towards her mother.

Oh... She felt it. That strange feeling. The one that he felt so many years ago that blossomed into love...

But it could never happen. Not in a million years. He knew that.

But why does his heart still yearn for her?

PART 3

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simpforfandom231 · 15 days

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Rapp’s curse PT2

warning: smut

a/n: this part is just a middle part because part 3 will be about Kate VS Reneé but patience my friends!

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As the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day, Y/n walked alongside Ayla and Kimberly towards the drop-off spot on campus. Ayla glanced at Y/n with a smile. "Hey, Y/n, you can ride with one of us if you want. We don't mind waiting with you."

Y/n shook her head, her heart fluttering with anticipation. "Thanks, but Reneé's picking me up. She should be here in about 15 minutes."

Ayla and Kimberly exchanged understanding nods before hopping into Ayla's car and driving off, leaving Y/n to wait on a bench near the entrance.

As Y/n immersed herself in her book, the minutes ticked by slowly. After what felt like an eternity, a familiar figure approached, causing Y/n to look up with a mixture of surprise and irritation.

"What do you want, Kate?" Y/n asked, her voice laced with annoyance.

Kate smirked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Just checking in on how your miserable life is going."

Y/n rolled her eyes, refusing to engage with Kate's baiting. "It's none of your business, Kate. Now, leave me alone."

Before Kate could respond, the sound of a car pulling up caught both of their attention. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she saw Reneé's sleek Range Rover approaching.

As Y/n stood up to greet her girlfriend, Reneé stepped out of the car and walked up behind Kate, a look of determination on her face. Y/n and Kate were both too preoccupied to notice her presence.

Kate scoffed, mockingly asking, "So, how's single life treating you?"

But before Y/n could respond, Reneé cleared her throat, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "Actually, Y/n can't know how single life is because she wasn't single at all."

Kate turned around, her eyes widening in recognition as she locked eyes with Reneé. "Wait, you're Reneé Rapp, the singer?"

Reneé nodded, her expression guarded as she assessed the situation. Y/n rolled her eyes at Kate's sudden change in demeanor, knowing she was about to start fangirling.

"OMG, I'm such a huge fan! I loved you in Mean Girls!" Kate gushed, completely forgetting about her earlier hostility towards Y/n.

Y/n couldn't help but groan inwardly, feeling a headache coming on. Sensing that this might be Kate, her girlfriend's ex, Reneé stepped in, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

"Well, it's nice to meet a fan," Reneé said dryly, her gaze flickering towards Y/n. "Is everything alright here, cutie?"

Y/n nodded, relief flooding through her at Reneé's presence. "Yeah, everything's fine now that you're here."

Reneé flashed Y/n a reassuring smile before turning back to Kate, her tone firm. "Well, my girlfriend and I have places to be. So, if you'll excuse us..."

Reneé grabbed Y/n's bag and gestured for her to follow as they walked back to the car, leaving Kate standing there dumbfounded.

As Y/n settled into the passenger seat of Reneé's car, she couldn't shake the lingering tension from the encounter with Kate. She watched silently as Reneé placed her bag in the trunk before sliding into the driver's seat and starting the car, the engine purring to life.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Reneé glanced over at Y/n, her brow furrowed with concern. "Was that the ex you told me about?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Y/n nodded, her lips pressed into a tight line. "Yeah, that was Kate. She's... not exactly my favorite person."

Reneé hummed in understanding, her grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. "What's her deal?"

Y/n sighed, leaning back against the seat as she recounted her past with Kate. "She's just this rich bitch who was so spoiled by her parents that she's become arrogant and entitled. We dated for a while, but she cheated on me and broke my heart. I haven't been able to stand her since."

Reneé chuckled softly, the sound sending a warm flutter through Y/n's chest. "Well, apparently she's a huge fan of mine."

Y/n scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm not surprised. She always loved to flaunt her connections and try to impress people. I’m surprised she didn’t start flirting with you."

Reneé smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, she'll be sorely disappointed then. I'm already taken."

Y/n felt a rush of affection for her girlfriend, grateful for Reneé's unwavering loyalty and protectiveness. "Yeah, you are," Y/n said with a smile, reaching over to intertwine her fingers with Reneé's.

As Reneé slipped on her sunglasses, she glanced over at Y/n with a smirk. "Mind if I put the windows down?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief.

Y/n grinned, reaching for her own sunglasses. "Go for it," she replied, nodding in approval.

With a flick of her wrist, Reneé activated the window controls, sending a rush of fresh air flooding into the car. Y/n couldn't help but smile as the wind tousled her hair, the sensation refreshing against her skin.

Turning to Reneé, Y/n decided to break the silence by asking, "So, how was your day?"

Reneé glanced over at Y/n, a playful twinkle in her eye. "Why? Trying to get me to talk so you can stare at me?"

Y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the truth in Reneé's teasing words. "Maybe," she admitted with a sheepish grin.

Reneé chuckled, leaning back casually in her seat as she continued to drive. The orange glow of the setting sun cast a warm hue over her features, accentuating her beauty in a way that took Y/n's breath away.

Y/n found herself mesmerized by the sight, unable to tear her gaze away from her girlfriend. She watched as Reneé's blonde curls danced in the wind, her heart swelling with love and admiration.

Suddenly, Reneé broke the silence with a sly grin. "So, did you actually hear what I said, or were you too busy staring at me, cutie?"

Caught off guard, Y/n stuttered for a moment before regaining her composure. "Um, I, uh... I heard you," she stammered, feeling her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

Reneé laughed, reaching over to squeeze Y/n's hand affectionately. "Don't worry, babe. I don't mind being your distraction."

Y/n couldn't help but smile at Reneé's playful reassurance, feeling grateful for the lighthearted banter between them.

As they pulled into the driveway, Y/n couldn't resist teasing Reneé a little. "You know, Rapp, for someone who claims to be a badass, you sure are a softie when it comes to driving."

Reneé grinned, pretending to ignore Y/n's teasing as she turned off the engine. "Hey, I just like to make sure my passengers are comfortable," she replied with mock seriousness.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, feeling a slight pang of disappointment that Reneé hadn't taken the bait and fired back with her own teasing. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Rapp.

As they both climbed out of the car, Reneé casually asked, "So, any assignments due tomorrow?"

Y/n's disappointment grew as she realized Reneé was intentionally avoiding their usual banter. "Nope, nothing for tomorrow," she replied with a shrug.

Reneé smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she walked towards the house. "Good to hear," she said cryptically.

Confused by Reneé's behavior, Y/n followed her girlfriend inside, curiosity gnawing at her. "Why'd you ask?" she inquired, furrowing her brow in confusion.

Reneé turned to face Y/n, a warm smile gracing her lips. "I just wanted your full attention tonight," she admitted, her voice soft with affection. "You've been working late all week, and I missed you."

Y/n's heart melted at Reneé's sweet words, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Aw, Rapp, you're such a sap," she teased, reaching over to grab her bag from the trunk.

Reneé chuckled, leaning down to pet their two Boxers, Freddy and Charlie, who were eagerly waiting by the door. "Guilty as charged," she replied with a grin.

As they walked into the house together, Y/n couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for Reneé's thoughtfulness. She tossed her bag onto the couch and followed Reneé into the kitchen, where Reneé was already rummaging through the fridge.

"So, what's for dinner tonight?" Y/n asked, leaning against the counter and watching as Reneé pulled out ingredients.

Reneé glanced over her shoulder, a playful glint in her eye. "How about I cook something special for my favorite person in the world?" she suggested, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

Y/n grinned, feeling her heart swell with love for her girlfriend. "Sounds perfect," she replied, reaching out to pet Freddy and Charlie as they padded over to join them in the kitchen.

As Y/n leaned against the counter, watching Reneé effortlessly move around the kitchen as she began prepping dinner, a mischievous smirk danced across her lips. She couldn't help but admire the way Reneé's perfectly sculpted ass looked in those tight jeans.

Reneé caught the smirk out of the corner of her eye, and without even looking up from her task, she smirked back. "Enjoying the view, babe?" she teased, her tone playful.

Y/n couldn't resist the invitation, and with a sly grin, she sauntered up behind Reneé, wrapping her arms around her waist and pressing her lips softly against the back of Reneé's neck. "Oh, you have no idea," Y/n murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Reneé giggled, but she couldn't hide the slight arch of her back as she leaned into Y/n's touch. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she quipped, her voice tinged with amusement.

Feeling emboldened by Reneé's response, Y/n's hands began to wander, sliding up beneath Reneé's shirt and tracing soft patterns across her abdomen. "You just look so damn good in those jeans," Y/n whispered, her breath hot against Reneé's skin.

Reneé let out a soft groan, the sound causing a shiver to run down Y/n's spine. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice husky with desire.

As Y/n hugged Reneé from behind, she couldn't resist teasing her even further. "You know, Rapp, you're like a master chef in those jeans," she whispered seductively, her lips brushing against Reneé's ear.

Reneé chuckled, her movements becoming slightly more erratic as Y/n's words sent a shiver down her spine. "Oh yeah? And what does that make you?" she teased back, her voice husky with desire.

Y/n grinned, trailing her fingers teasingly down Reneé's sides. "Your willing sous chef, of course," she replied, her tone dripping with playful innuendo.

Feeling emboldened by Y/n's teasing, Reneé pushed her hips back into Y/n's, the contact sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of them. "Mmm, I like the sound of that," she murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Y/n couldn't help but groan at the sensation, her hands tightening around Reneé's waist as she pressed her body even closer. "You're playing with fire, Rapp," she warned, her breath hot against Reneé's skin.

Reneé smirked, turning slightly to face Y/n as she continued to chop vegetables. "And you're the one holding the match," she replied, her eyes smoldering with desire.

As Y/n continued to hug Reneé from behind, she could feel the heat building between them with every movement. The way Reneé pushed her hips back into Y/n's own was driving her wild, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.

Unable to resist the temptation, Y/n leaned in closer to Reneé, her voice dripping with seduction. "You're playing a dangerous game, Rapp," she murmured, her breath hot against Reneé's skin. "But I like it."

Reneé tried to focus on chopping the vegetables, but the seductive tone in Y/n's voice was making it increasingly difficult to concentrate. She could feel herself growing more and more aroused by the second, the desire pooling low in her belly.

Y/n couldn't help but tease Reneé even further, her voice husky with desire. "Tell me, babe," she whispered, her lips brushing against Reneé's ear. "Where do you want me?"

Reneé struggled to maintain her composure, her grip tightening on the knife as she fought to keep her mind on the task at hand. "I... I need to chop these vegetables," she managed to stammer out, her voice strained with desire.

Undeterred, Y/n continued to press against Reneé, her hand trailing down to the button of Reneé's jeans. With a teasing smirk, she began to slowly undo the button, feeling Reneé's arousal growing with every touch.

Reneé let out a soft groan, her body trembling with need as Y/n's fingers worked their magic. "Y/n... please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n pressed even closer to Reneé, her fingers teasingly brushing against the fabric of Reneé's jeans. "Tell me where you want it, Reneé," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.

Unable to resist any longer, Reneé abandoned the vegetables altogether, pressing herself even more firmly against Y/n. "Right here," she gasped, her voice filled with longing as she held onto the counter for support.

Feeling a rush of triumph, Y/n pressed two fingers against Reneé, sliding them in slowly and teasingly. "Is this where you want it, babe?" she asked, her voice filled with seduction.

Reneé could only groan in response, her body trembling with pleasure as she gave in to the sensations overwhelming her. And as she felt Y/n's smirk against her skin, she knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and desire.

As Y/n felt Reneé push her hips even further into her own, she couldn't resist the urge any longer. With a mischievous grin, she turned Reneé around, her hands deftly pulling down Reneé's pants until they pooled around her ankles.

Reneé's breath hitched in anticipation as Y/n dropped to her knees, her eyes dark with desire as she gazed up at her girlfriend. Without a word, Y/n leaned in, her tongue teasingly flicking against Reneé's clit as she began to eat her out.

Reneé let out a loud moan, her hips bucking instinctively as she grabbed onto Y/n's hair, urging her closer and deeper. "Yes, just like that," she gasped, her voice filled with pleasure.

Y/n responded eagerly to Reneé's guidance, her tongue swirling and flicking with expert precision as she continued to pleasure her girlfriend. With every movement, Reneé's cries grew louder, her arousal spurring Y/n on even further.

"Oh god, Y/n," Reneé cried out, her voice echoing through the kitchen as she reached the peak of her pleasure. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Y/n could feel the tension building within Reneé, the waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she brought her closer and closer to climax. With one final push, Reneé cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

As Reneé caught her breath, Y/n looked up at her with adoration, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You're amazing, Reneé," she murmured, her voice filled with praise. "Absolutely incredible."

Reneé smiled back, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude for her girlfriend. "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Y/n," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "I love you."

As Y/n rose to her feet, she couldn't resist the urge to pull Reneé into a deep, passionate kiss, their lips melding together in a heated embrace. Reneé tasted herself on Y/n's lips, the flavor only adding to the intensity of the moment.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/n couldn't help but tease Reneé with a playful grin. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry now," she quipped, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Reneé rolled her eyes with a chuckle, her cheeks flushing slightly at Y/n's suggestive comment. "Yeah, I bet you are," she replied, her tone laced with sarcasm as she pulled her pants back up.

Y/n laughed, reaching out to playfully swat at Reneé's arm. "Hey, a girl's gotta eat," she joked, her voice filled with playful banter.

Reneé shook her head with a fond smile, unable to resist the infectious energy of her girlfriend. "Well, let's finish dinner first, and then we can talk about satisfying your appetite," she teased back, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

With a final laugh, they returned to the task at hand, their playful banter filling the air as they finished preparing dinner together. And as they sat down to eat, their laughter echoed through the kitchen, a testament to the deep connection and love they shared.

The next morning Y/n, Ayla, and Kimberly walked to their class, they suddenly found themselves face-to-face with Kate, who was blocking their path with a scowl on her face.

Kate growled, "Watch where you're going, losers."

Y/n rolled her eyes at Kate's attitude. "Sorry, we didn't see you there," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Kate made a snarky comment about Y/n's attitude, her eyes narrowing with malice. "You always were such a bitch, Y/n."

Y/n's jaw clenched at Kate's words, but she refused to back down. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice laced with thinly veiled anger.

Kate stepped closer to Y/n, her expression menacing. "You heard me," she sneered. "You think you're so tough now that you're with that famous singer, Reneé Rapp."

Y/n's fists clenched at her sides, her patience wearing thin. "You don't know anything about me or my relationship," she snapped, her voice trembling with anger.

Kate smirked, a cruel glint in her eyes. "Oh, please. Everyone knows you're just using her for fame and money."

Y/n's blood boiled at Kate's words, and before she could stop herself, she was inches away from Kate's face, her voice low and dangerous. "You listen to me, Kate," she hissed. "Keep Reneé out of your mouth, or I'll make sure you regret it."

Kate scoffed, unfazed by Y/n's threat. "Please, like I'm scared of you," she retorted, her tone dripping with contempt.

Y/n's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her eyes flashing with fury. "You should be," she warned, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a final sneer, Kate turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Y/n seething with anger. As she took a deep breath to calm herself, Ayla and Kimberly exchanged worried glances, knowing that Y/n's fiery temper was not to be underestimated.

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mkmas · 3 months

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Jude and the Loving Kiss

inexperienced kiss xxx event

love how thats the title. as usual sorry it’s not perfect and if there’s anything wrong🙇‍♀️

(Wah, a beautiful flower garden…!)

(But why are we in a place like this…?)

(I don't know but... This place is so wonderful, it would be nice if I could stay here forever…)

A pleasant breeze fiddled with my hair and the scent of sweet flowers filled my heart with happiness.

At that moment, someone’s voice could be heard.

???: Tch… You, you're not just going to drop dead here without paying me back.

Kate: That voice, Jude…?

(Anyhow, I owe Jude a debt!)

Kate: 一Ugh! Ha, ha….!

A change from the beautiful scenery.

As soon as I regained consciousness, I spit out a large amount of water.

Ellis: Are you okay Kate?

Ellis pats my back as I groan. I exhaled water in response and finally calmed down to breathe.

Kate: … Thank you very much.

Ellis: I was really surprised. Kate was drowning in the river.

Kate: I was drowning…?

(Could it be, that flower garden I saw was the afterlife…)

(If it weren't for Jude's voice, I'd still be there一)

Trembling at just the mere thought of it, I grasped my own body with both arms.

Jude: Ha… Isn’t the season too cold for swimming?

Kate: I-I wasn’t swimming. Yes… I think there was a child drowning in the river and I tried to help... The child… !?

Ellis: The child was soaking wet but will be okay. Just to be safe, the child went to the doctor.

Kate: Is that so, that’s a relief… Um, Ellis was the one who saved me right?

Ellis: Nope, I was too far away to make it…

Ellis: Jude carried you back to the river shore, and breathed into you. ***(he didn’t directly mention CPR)

Kate: Jude………..

After I calmed down, I finally noticed that Jude's clothes were wet.

Apparently, he went into the river in such cold weather to save me.

Jude: Unfortunately, it wasn’t a prince that woke the princess up from her slumber. Such a pity it was a wizard.

Kate: It’s not a pity. Thank you so much for saving me!

Kate: …………. Uh, “breathed into?”

Jude: For people drowning in lakes, the appropriate first aid measure is to provide air with a mouth-to-mouth approach.

(I don't remember any of it at all, but doesn’t that mean that our lips were pressed together?)

Jude: Oi… Don't get all red-faced and excited over a common medical procedure. Saving you was dumb.

Kate: I-I wasn’t excited…!

Jude: I don’t know... Well, I'm soaking wet, so I'm going home. You should see that quack doctor just to be safe.

After he said that, Jude threw his jacket at me.

Jude's jacket was not wet at all, probably because he had taken it off before he went into the river.

Kate: Eh? Um, this…

Jude: You're going home now too, aren't you? If you walk behind me dressed like a sl*t like that, I'm going to look bad and it will be a nuisance.

I looked down and saw that my clothes were wet and sticking to my skin, and the thin fabric was becoming transparent.

Kate: T-Thank you very much.

Flustered, I quickly borrowed Jude's jacket and put it on the front.

His jacket felt very warm, and the faint scent of cigarettes filled my nose making my heart skip a beat.

Ellis: Ah… You two, up.

At that moment, Ellis suddenly noticed something and pointed above our heads.

Jude: …

Kate: Thats…

Directly above our heads was a tree with a wreath of mistletoe hanging from its trunk.

Maybe they forgot to take down the Christmas decorations.

(If I’m not mistaken, there's a superstition that if you kiss under the mistletoe, you'll be together forever…)

(… I mean, didn’t Jude just now give me artificial respiration!?)

Jude: ….

Jude glanced at my flustered state with a confused and annoyed expression,

He reached for the mistletoe, roughly pulled it off, and shoved it to Ellis.

Jude: Burn it.

Ellis accepts the mistletoe with a nod, and quickly walks away.

Kate: Well, uhm, Jude….

Jude: You, you don't believe in that mistletoe superstition, do you?

Kate: … I-I don’t believe it?

Jude: You’re a shitty liar.

Jude clicked his tongue and grabbed my arm.

Jude: Get that foolish head of yours to carve out a new superstition.

I was pulled closer and our lips forcibly met. This time it wasn’t life-saving, but rather just a normal kiss.

Kate: Un….

Our lips met tightly as if seeking warmth.

However, because the two of them were completely cold after entering the river, they could only feel the coldness of each other's lips, and could not feel the slightest bit of warmth.

Kate: … Fu….

Jude: … Nn…

Jude: … Not like this.

The icy kiss ends with Jude murmuring, as if to prove that there was no love in it.

Jude: …… “Even if you kiss under the mistletoe, if you kiss again in the same place, it will be canceled”!

Kate: I… Understand…

Of course, such a superstition does not exist, it was Jude's original.

(I can't believe you would go to the trouble of kissing me one more time to make up for my superstition…)

(… Could you have hated that superstition that much.)

Jude and I are not lovers, so it's only natural that we don't make eternal vows.

And yet, a bitter feeling spreads in my chest, as if I had lost my love.

(I'm sure I feel this way because I was happy that Jude saved me...)

(That gap is just making me feel lonely... Right?)

I forced myself to believe that I was in love and that I had a reason for my feelings.

Jude: … It's not worth it to make a promise of eternity with just a kiss.

Jude muttered thoughtfully and returned the swelling.

Since we are going back to the same place, I hurriedly follow behind him.

Kate: Jude, do you hate promises?

Jude: Nothing is eternal.

Jude's answer didn't seem to align with the question, but after thinking about it for a while, it started to make sense.

(It’s not that Jude hates promises, he just doesn't make them because he can't promise forever… He can't promise eternity, so he doesn’t make such promises.)

Eternity does not exist. As long as it doesn't exist, promises will always be broken. That's why such promises shouldn’t be made from the beginning.

I think that’s what Jude probably wanted to say.

(Isn’t that very sincere?)

It is easy for a person to lie in their heart. They can just lie and say that they will love you forever.

But even if it’s only superstitions, Jude never makes promises he can’t keep.

(... I wonder if Jude will someday have someone to whom he wants to pledge eternity to.)

Despite everything, Jude never abandoned me when I was drowning.

He is ruthless and arrogant, but I know from our time together that he is inhumane from the bottom of his heart.

(I wonder if someone will notice this side of Jude, somedayー…)

Being curious of such things would either make you feel like you want to look at the person, or not look,

I was driven by a strange feeling that I could not explain.

—————-

sorry but it’s so funny how ellis just went ok and ran off to burn a random mistletoe that belonged to the country or whoever was in charge of decorating the town😭 also smth that surprised me a little was how they really wanna emphasize jude’s foul mouth bc 痴女 = generally means sl*t but i’ve seen people use this to describe really bad female perverts or even female m*lesters (take it with a grain of salt, he’s extremely horrible with words but he always means well)

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fairlyang · 4 months

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Sorry 🏹

accidentally sending your best friend a nude

w/c: 1.8K

pairing: kate bishop x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. nudes, sexting, mutual masturbation, audios

——

You had spent the last half hour taking raunchy pictures of yourself sending them back and forth to this guy you were talking to.

It hadn't been too long with this guy but you were in a giving mood, and desperate to cum off praise and compliments.

But this man was dragging ass so you were just scrolling through different apps. Mid yawn you tapped on the message notification that showed up on your phone. You selected a picture and sent it not realizing the message didn't come from him. And that you hadn't exactly sent the picture to him either.

On the other receiving end of the picture was actually your best friend Kate who quickly gasped, eyes nearly falling out, and whose cheeks had quickly grown warm. She should've looked away, turned her phone off, pretend she didn't see it. Literally anything.

But she couldn't keep her eyes away from it. She couldn't keep her eyes away from you.

You were laying down on your side, your tits pressed together with your left hand squeezing your left breast making it appear to be even bigger. She bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together, already feeling arousal build between her legs.

She really couldn't help it. And it definitely didn't help that she has already had a huge crush on you. The strongest of feelings that one shouldn't have for their best friend.

So how could she be blamed when something like this happens to her? Almost as if it was pulled straight out of her wet dreams or manifestations.

You let out another yawn, wiping your eyes and going back to your screen awaiting his message only to notice you accidentally sent it to Kate, who innocently messaged you asking if you wanted to watch a movie tonight.

You burst out laughing and shake your head, oh shit.

You frantically begin typing, feeling bad but not too embarrassed.

y/n: SO SORRY KATIE

MY BADD

Kate saw the message pop up at the top of her screen as she was still ogling at how beautiful you were. How badly she wanted to caress your skin. Touch you. Feel you under her fingertips.

In her mouth.

She was practically drooling and then realized she had to say something. She couldn't think of something clever or funny to say and really she wanted to thank you but thought that'd be too much.

k: it's fine!!

you're good^-^

That was too cringey even for her, she thought and groaned, burying her face in to her pillow until another notification dings.

y/n: eyes got wonky my bad <33

Kate sighed and her eyes were practically in little hearts as she stared at your text.

k: it's alright I promise<3

plus you look good..:)

You chuckled and flipped over to lay on your back. She's so cute.

y/n: yeah think so?

You bit your lip and couldn't help but flirt, your horny mood hadn't exactly disappeared. And what could go wrong with flirting with your best friend you always found hot?

Kate's heart skips a beat and her whole face turns red. She gulps and tries to hide the smile appearing from her lips but ultimately lets it take over.

k: absolutely

you always look good

You immediately start typing again, subconsciously squeezing your thighs.

y/n: yknow you always look good too..

Kate lets out a shaky breath then trails a hand over her body, imagining its your hand as she slips it under her sweats landing on her clit. She rubs small circles on it, teasing herself and imagining it were your fingers instead.

k: I think that guy didn't deserve those pics you sent him...

You bite your lip and slip your own hand back down and under your panties, still being in the mood but it being a little different this time. What's a better excuse than to finally do something with your best friend you've always had the hots for.

y/n: yeah?

you gonna volunteer in his place?

You weren't sure where your newfound confidence came from but you weren't going to question it.

She groans and rubs her clit faster, laying her head back into her pillow.

k: maybe..

I wouldn't complain..

She didn't have to say another word, but instead of sending her something you'd already taken you take a brand new one for her.

You take out the camera app and position is over your body, showing your tits off as well as your panties being in clear view. You leave your hand there and continue rubbing your clit, your pace going faster as you take a picture.

You bring your face back down and send it to her before quickly sliding your panties off.

As soon as the message came in Kate moaned and quickly took off her sweats, her body already feeling so hot.

Yours was feeling warm and tingly, you haven't been this excited since the time you watched her work out before an archery competition. But this was much different.

This was intimate and didn't feel real.

Kate took off her shirt and opened up the camera up, covering her own tits with her hand as she bites her lip at the camera and only shows a tiny bit of her panties.

She quickly sent the picture and frantically came up with compliments. You were just so beautiful.

k: you're so fucking beautiful

literally a goddess

please let me worship you

you're so perfect

You moaned looking at her perfect body before before letting out a whimper as each text came in back to back.

Your fingers made their way to your clit, then down to your slit feeling all you're slick as you bring them back up to rub circles against your bundle of nerves.

You bite your lip and snap another picture from above, showing your lower half. Legs spread and a hand right in between them.

You try to type with your left hand but you're apparently not as skilled as Kate is.

y/n: yuo look so ficking good

I need you to tiuch me

You hit send and then immediately send the picture right after.

Kate moaned and took her panties off as fast as she should before dipping her fingers in to her folds that just so happened to be drenched in her own arousal.

She teased her hole with her middle finger and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she was imagining it was you teasing her soaked cunt.

You then press record on the voice memo option and slide a finger in, letting out a whimper as you slip it inside you.

You then slide it out then back in. Repeating just so your arousal would be able to be heard for her.

"K-Kate- f-fuckk- need you." You moaned and continued pumping it inside you.

You then stop the recording and send it, continuing your pace until she sends something back.

As soon as the audio was sent and popped up on Kate's screen she turned the volume up and bites her lip to keep her voice down.

She then started fucking herself at the same pace you did it and just kept looping it after her first listen.

You sounded so pretty. And she couldn't believe how wet you were. Because of her.

She had made you this wet.

She's the reason you were fucking yourself at this very moment.

She started to record, and firstly added a second finger and then fucked herself faster. She was just if not more wet than you and it was going to be heard very clearly as she held up her phone over her legs.

She moaned out your name and clenched against her fingers as she started going deeper and was pretending you were the one finger fucking her.

"You sound so pretty- mm fuck so fucking good- p-perfect." She moans and bucks her hips up, needing more.

"Baby you're just so perfect- god I need you." She whimpers and spreads her legs wider, filling herself up deeper.

She then ends the audio and slows her fingers down, sending the audio and calming herself down.

You immediately pressed play and heard how wet she was. You let out a whimper when her angelic voice moaned out your name. It sounded so different in a moan.

You needed to always hear her say it like that. It was pure gold, music to your ears, all you've ever needed in life.

You began recording again and closed your eyes, sliding another finger inside you before slamming them into you. "Katie!" You cried out and let your body shiver, imagining her fingers working their magic on you.

Oh how badly you needed her.

You were dripping down to your asshole and just letting out as many moans and whimpers you could for her.

"Need you- mmm need you so badly Katie. I need your fingers. Need your mouth- fuck!" You moaned sunk you head into your pillow.

"Mmm Katie- your fingers feel so good inside me." You cried and fucked yourself harder, the sounds only elevating for Kate's pleasure.

You hit send and Kate felt her orgasm build in her lower abdomen as soon as she heard you cry out her name.

She lets out shaky moans and pumps her fingers harder, slightly curling them up to hit her g spot. You were going as fast and felt your orgasm approach as you heard her pretty moans from the audio she sent.

She lets her thighs shaking and she quickly typed into her phone.

kate: m gna cum

so close

you quickly typed back and moaned, fucking yourself harder.

y/n: me too

please cum w me

Kate moaned and nodded as if you were with her. You dropped your phone and continued fucking yourself when your eyes began to flutter and your legs began shaking.

"Kate." You moaned and felt yourself clench against your fingers.

She was moaning your name like her life depended on it when suddenly her orgasm hits and she arches her back, shutting her eyes and lets her legs freely shake as she rides her own high.

You came at the exact same time, except yours hit you hard and your entire body was shaking while you let out cries of her name. You slowed down and covered your mouth with your open hand as your body continued shaking while you calm your breathing down.

Kate slipped her fingers out of her before taking a deep breath and grinning like a love sick fool.

That was almost as good as her wet dream about you went.

She then typed on her phone and couldn't wipe that smile from her face.

kate: that was incredible

think we need to do this more often...

She crossed her fingers and prayed you agreed or else she might just have to disappear off the face of the planet.

Your eyes fluttered shut but opened when you felt the ding.

Your heart then filled with butterflies as you read her text and slipper your fingers out slowly.

y/n: yes please

was toooo good

so.... movie tonight still up as an offer?

Kate quickly jumped out of bed only putting on her sweatpants and the shirt she took off earlier. She grabbed her door and practically sprinted out of her front door.

kate: onw!!!!!

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No Room to Breathe~ Ellis Twilight

Chapter 2

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

No Warnings for this part, but it does become NSFW in later parts, so MDNI

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(Huh? Are we being watched?)

Ellis: “Something on your mind?”

Kate: “Yes….I feel like the people around us are afraid.”

Ellis: “Jude and I often come to places like this, maybe they remember that.”

Ellis: “A vicious debt collector and his henchman.”

Kate: “I see. That’s reassuring…. I guess?”

--Mansion Main Hall

A few people are alarmed at our presence as we step into the hall.

(…so we’re supposed to find a man with grey hair amongst all of these people.)

Ellis: “There are more people than I expected, I can’t find him…”

Kate: “That’s right. But, he should remember your face, right Ellis?”

Ellis: “Yeah, I was at Jude’s side.”

Kate: “In that case, he should try to run away if he notices you.”

Kate: “He’ll realize in an instant that you’re here to collect.”

Ellis: “I think so…. Do you have any ideas?”

Kate: “There’s only one exit to this hall, right? It would be too noticeable to go in and out of the window.”

Ellis: “…Ah, I see.”

Ellis: “The criminal will notice me, and then try to run away?”

Kate: “Yes! So, we don’t have to look at each person one by one, we just need to get him to notice us…”

Ellis: “Kate, you are a genius.”

I felt giddy because Ellis praised me so freely.

Ellis: “Well then, I’ll have to let him find me over there.”

Ellis: “…I guess there’s one way then. Kate, this way.”

Ellis quietly whispers to the pianist seated in front of the grand piano in the large hall.

The, the pianist smiled and began to play a beautiful tune.

(I see! If we stand out dancing, he might be able to notice.)

(But….I can’t dance….)

Kate: “Um…Ellis”

Ellis: “Kate, I haven’t done much dancing.”

Kate: “Eh?”

Ellis: “Besides, you are a young lady and I am your servant. I’m not good enough as a dance partner, but…”

Ellis: “Will you dance with me?”

My heart warms when I see the hand he holds out to me, as though understanding my concerns.

(…I’m glad.)

Kate: “Yes, of course! If it’s alright with you.”

Ellis: “…Yay.”

Ellis: “Well then… please give me your hand, my princess.”

Taking my hand, Ellis escorts me out to the center of the hall.

Ellis: “…it’s okay. Leave your body to me.”

Although he said he hadn’t done much dancing, Ellis is a very good escort.

(Amazing. It must be thanks to Ellis’s exceptional physical abilities…)

Lady in a red dress: “…Look at those two over there. Fufu, they’re adorable.”

Lady in a frilly dress: “True. Just looking at them makes me happy.”

Ellis: “Kate, everyone is looking at you.”

Kate: “Tch, that’s not true.”

Ellis: “I knew you would say that.”

Ellis: “Maybe everyone is gossiping. That young lady must be blind to have a servant as her dance partner.”

I couldn’t help but smile as Ellis chuckled.

Kate: “Then I’ll tell him you’re the one who’s blind.”

Ellis: “Fufu…”

Ellis: “This is the first time I’ve had so much fun at work.”

Kate: “Me too. I’m having a lot of fun too.”

I feel like my heart has turned into fluffy cotton candy, I’m having so much fun.

Ellis: “That’s right. I forgot to tell you.”

Kate: “…?”

Ellis: “…You look so sexy tonight.”

When he whispers in my ear, my heart skips a beat,

I then saw Ellis’s gaze turned toward the door.

Kate/ Ellis: “Ah…”

(The grey-haired man!)

Kate: “Ellis, the man who’s about to leave—”

Ellis: “Yes, that’s tonight’s target…Follow me, Kate.”

Kate: “Okay!”

--Mansion Corridor

As we passed through the large hall and entered the corridor, I could see the back of the man running away.

Grey-haired man: “…Gah!?”

The man looks back for a moment, sees us chasing him, and throws a vase of flowers from the corridor at us.

Ellis: “Kate…watch out.”

Pulling me gently against his side, Ellis effortlessly avoids the flying vase.

Kate: “Thank you, Ellis.”

Ellis: “You’re welcome…. Let’s keep chasing him.”

Kate: “Eh, wha…!”

Ellis picks me up and increases his speed.

The distance between us and the man is growing shorter and shorter--.

Kate: “Tch, I’ve got you!”

Grey-haired man: “Ku…rgh, get off me!”

Ellis and I look at him as he tries to shake us off and run away.

And then—.

Grey-haired man: “Guh!?”

The handcuffs holding Ellis and me together tightened around the man’s neck.

Ellis chuckled when he saw the fainted man.

Ellis: “Kate, we’re in perfect sync.”

--City Street

After tying up the man and carrying him to the warehouse specified by Jude, we walk down the road to the castle.

Kate: “Hmm, I’m glad it ended safely.”

Ellis: “Yeah. I’ll have to tell Jude about how brave you were, Kate.”

Kate: “Well, that’s a little embarrassing, so we’ll keep it a secret.”

My heart is filled with a sense of accomplishment from working with Ellis.

Kate: “I think I’ll sleep well tonight.”

Ellis: “Is that true?”

Kate: “Eh?”

Ellis: “Even though you’re sleeping with me tonight?”

Kate: “Ah….”

Ellis’s little finger twines with mine and squeezes lightly.

Ellis: “Sleep with me, Kate.”

Ellis: “I’ll make you happy until you fall asleep.”

--Crown Castle exterior

After a sleepless night from a pounding heart,

Victor had finally returned to the castle

--Crown Common Room

Victor: “I’m back, my cute Kate and cursed ones!”

Victor told us,

The master locksmith’s grandfather had injured his back and so he wasn’t able to come back with him.

Victor: “But don’t worry. Victor here has been running around and finding a tool that can cut anything.”

Victor: “Sorry to have inconvenienced you Kate, Ellis.”

Kate: “No, it wasn’t that inconvenient…”

After saying that, I’m shocked.

(Rather than being inconvenienced, I enjoyed myself the whole time I was connected to Ellis.)

The handcuffs connecting me and Ellis will be severed from now on.

The moment I thought that, my chest tightened.

Ellis: “…Kate, are you sad to be away from me?”

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Ikemen Villains - Part 1

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What is happiness?

It’s like the twilight sky that changes color as soon as it’s imprinted in your eyes.

It holds your heart forever, yet you can never have the same thing again.

(Yeah, I really don’t know what I’m doing. I need to get my shit together.)

Today, Victor invited me for some tea.

I thought he was going to end the day peacefully with a chat and laughter, but he eventually dropped one heck of a bomb.

------------Flashback------------

Victor: Oh, right. Regarding your first job as a fairy tale writer.

Kate: Yes, what is it?

Victor: I want you to choose one of the crown members and spend time with him as your lover.

Kate: Pardon?

(L-Lover?)

Kate: H-Hold on, even if you ask me to choose, I still don’t know anything about一

Victor: That’s right, Miss Kate!

Victor: I’ve been up all night trying to figure out how to get you to know them better, and I finally came up with this idea.

Victor: Well, what can I say? I’m a genius! It’s already late, so you better start tomorrow. I’m so excited.

---------Flashback Ends---------

(I ended up agreeing, though, thinking that if I didn’t get their trust in my first job, they would kill me.)

(But getting to know each other deeply as lovers? How can I even handle such a ridiculous job?)

(I almost got run over by a carriage just thinking about it.)

I looked down at my sprained ankle, trying to avoid the speeding carriage, and sighed.

(There’s no point in dwelling on it.)

(First, l need to talk to Roger and get him to lend me some bandages.)

As I was dragging my feet to the stairs leading to the entrance...

Ellis: What happened to your foot?

Kate: Whoa! Huh? Ellis?

Ellis: Does it hurt?

My heart skipped a beat when Ellis popped up, probably on his way home from somewhere.

Ellis: Did you hurt yourself?

That fateful night, Ellis was the very person who asked if he could kill me, but I managed to survive by becoming a fairy tale writer.

(Shortly after that, he proposed to make me happy.)

I couldn’t help but feel an unspeakable unease.

Ellis: Let me patch you up. Put your arm around my shoulder and hold on.

Kate: Kyaah!?

When he saw my swollen foot, he lightly lifted me into his arms without hesitation.

Kate: I-I’m fine! I can walk!

Ellis: We need to check it properly. Roger’s not at the castle tonight, so I’ll take a look at it.

He ran to the basement, ignoring my resistance.

(He’s used to it.)

He deftly bandaged my sprained ankle.

I was a little embarrassed when he exposed my bare feet, but he was very serious and did only what was necessary to patch me up.

Ellis: How did you get hurt?

Kate: I was spacing out, thinking, when I accidentally twisted myself avoiding the carriage.

Ellis: Carriage, huh? What are you thinking about?

(I don't know if I should tell him, but maybe he can give me some advice.)

Kate: Victor told me that my first job is to spend a day tomorrow with someone from the Crown as a lover.

Kate: With my foot like this, I think it'd be best if I don't move around too much so that I don't cause any trouble.

Kate: Ellis, do you know someone who might agree?

He finished fastening the end of the bandage and stared at me, then spoke up.

Ellis: I'd like to do that.

Kate: Huh?

Ellis: I'd like to act as your lover.

(He would?)

Kate: W-Why?

Ellis: Because I want to make you happy while you're here.

He repeated the same words he had said to me that night we met.

(Why would he even want to do that to someone he'd never met before? Someone he was willing to kill?)

Ellis: I don't want you to look sad after tomorrow. No?

(I have to admit it feels kinda weird, but...)

I couldn't just ignore the carefully wrapped bandage and the worried look in his eyes.

Kate: O-Okay.

Ellis: Yay.

He laughed happily and lifted me again.

Kate: I’m fine now that you patched me up!

Ellis: Nope. I already know that you’re the kind of person who cares about other people’s problems even when you’re hurt.

Ellis: I don’t believe you’re okay, so let me walk you to your room.

Kate: That’s too much.

I tried to protest, but Ellis had no intention of letting me down, so I was forced to stay in his arms.

Ellis: For tomorrow’s plans, can you tell me what makes you happy?

Kate: Um, eating good food?

Ellis: Hmm. So, let’s buy some good food and have a picnic.

Ellis: I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. I look forward to having you as my lover.

Kate: Sure. Likewise.

(I feel like my crazy first job just went by so fast.)

(It’s going too well. I should be more careful with him, but...)

I stared at the carefully wrapped bandages and knew that he treated them with care.

(I have a feeling I’ll be fine with him.)

Ellis: Morning, Kate.

Kate: Good morning. What’s that?

The next morning, he picked me up in my room as promised, carrying what looked like a wheelchair.

Ellis: It’s a wheelchair. It’s not easy to get it, so I made one.

Kate: You made it...? Wait, why?

Ellis: I don’t want to strain my lover’s body.

(Lover?)

Kate: Don’t tell me it’s for my sake!?

Ellis: Yeah. Hey, try sitting down.

I sat down fearfully as he urged me and found the chair was so comfortable.

When he pushed from behind, the wheels turned smoothly, and the chair moved forward.

Kate: This is so cool. You know all this useful stuff, and you can make it.

Ellis: I used to look it up and just remembered it.

Kate: Thank you. I’m happy, but you’re exaggerating. I didn’t break any bones. I can walk.

I lifted my hips to get off, but一

Ellis: I don’t want you to get worse and not be able to walk, so no.

Kate: !?

He suddenly hugged me tightly from behind the chair.

Ellis: I’ll take you wherever you want and lift you by the chair if there are stairs.

Ellis: So all you have to do today is sit here.

I couldn’t stand up or even move as he held me in his arms and whispered, confused by his gentleness.

(But maybe this is how he treats his “lover.”)

(Is it weird to ask him to stop when he’s helping me to spend time as a lover?)

Kate: Okay, thanks.

Ellis: Yeah. Since this is my first date with you, I’ll do my best to make it the happiest day of our lives.

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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Kate Bishop x Reader! Maximoff. Reader was an experiment with Wanda and Pietro and she has the power to manipulate elements, but reader didn't escape with them when the Avengers attack a Hydra base they discover you're alive.

a/n: hi! I’m sorry this is so late but i tried my best! Thanks for the request! warning(s): hydra; timeline issues; i don’t really know how good i can write the maximoff siblings so I apologize if anyone is ooc; use of google translate, scandalous i know word count: 1.3k tag list: @coolbeans32 pairing(s): Kate bishop x fem!Maximoff!reader; wanda x sister!reader; pietro x sister!reader (even though he’s, uh, ded) ( A/N: just so everyone knows i write, or at least do my best, to represent Wanda and Pietro as Romani Jewish as that is their ethnicity in the comics, so for this prompt, I’m sorry, but i made it to where Y/N was taken by hydra bc of her power, still keeping the discovery of her being alive though. Idk how it works with age of ultron but in this AU Wanda and Pietro never joined hydra. I’m sorry if this is disappointing to anyone but this is important to me.)

Coming Home

Nothing made sense anymore. Not after the long nights spent in a cage, only ever leaving so the scientists could run tests. You didn’t know how long it had been. Day, months, years, you had no clue. Time faded into irrelevance with each passing second.

You sat in the corner of your cell, your hand pressed flat against the metal floor, willing it to bend. As per usual, you were expecting nothing to happen. But today, the walls shook. You shot upward, standing on your feet in an instant. After a few seconds, you realized you weren't the cause of the shaking. Someone was attacking the base.

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With every blast of power she sent at the walls, Wanda couldn't shake the feeling gripping at her gut. Like something was going to happen, something important. She landed on the ground, her mind searching out, reaching for someone she knew couldn't possibly be there. The sound of repulsor blasts startled her out of concentration.

"Hey Red you good?" Tony asked, stepping over the fallen Hydra agent he had blasted. Wanda nodded, not convincingly.

"There's a heat signature a few halls down. I sent the small hawk to go check it out but, I thought you should know."

Wanda scrunched her eyebrows, confused. Without elaboration, Tony flew off into the air to fight the war drones that were causing havoc on the other side of the base. Wanda shook her head at Iron Man’s antics but made her way to the location Tony had pinged her a second after he left.

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Your prison walls were crumbling as you punched at the force field keeping you caged in. The down side of your powers. You screamed in frustration and fear as other tremor went through the hall, threatening the foundations. Taking a step back, you ran your fingers through your tangled hair, tears forming in your eyes. But before they could fall, a voice spoke out.

“Hey, do you need help? Wait, that was dumb, sorry, lemme just-”

You turned towards the voice, where a girl about your age stood, a purple archers suit standing out against the grey walls of your prison. She cocked an arrow and fear shot through your spine. Was she about to shoot you? Is this how you die? The archer must’ve seen the conflict in your eyes because she was quick to explain.

“Oh no, no, no! Um, this arrow has a negative electric charge which should cancel out the positive charges running through the field.”

She continued after you stared at her, confused.

“It’s going to take the field down. I’m here to help!” She straightened her back at the last part, attempting to make herself look heroic. She took a step forward, into a stream of light, and you could properly see her. Your eyes widened when you saw the concentration on her face, your heart skipping a beat. Internally, you scolded yourself.

Y/N, you will not develop a crush on the first girl you see!

After the archer shot her arrow, eliminating your containment, she did a little victory dance and you found the warning you gave yourself fading away.

Hesitantly, you stepped out of your cell, taking a deep breath once you felt the call of the earth and the wind. Her arrow must’ve knocked out the power dampeners around your cell. She held out a hand.

“I’m Kate Bishop,” she smiled at you and you felt warmth gather on your cheeks. You took a step forward but stumbled over debris, causing her to catch you.

“Y/N,” you said, stuttering out your name, “Y/N Maximoff.”

Kate’s eyebrows rose in recognition, a blush on her cheeks as well. A few moments passed, silence stretching between you. After the base shook again, Kate snapped out of it, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her. Now you were very flustered.

You watched as she shot an arrow above you, into a hole in the ceiling.

“The exits on this floor caved in, this is the only way out.” With that, you felt yourself lifting in the air. Yelping, you wrapped your arms around Kates neck, the young archers eyes widening as a blush erupted on her cheeks.

Once you were on the next level, you realized how close you were to Kate, giggling awkwardly as you scooted away from her. You were about to thank the archer when a voice spoke out.

“Y/N?” The voice was shaky with fear but you would recognize it anywhere. Spinning around, you were met with the sight of your sister, hovering, her dark brown hair forming a halo around her. You felt her magic feel around your mind, not intrusive, but checking to see if this wasn’t a trick. With a cry, she lowered to the ground and ran to you, wrapping her arms around you. You returned the hug, tears streaming down your face.

“oh moja sestro,” Wanda cried over and over, leaning back to look at you. Her eyes hardened once she saw your state, bruises covering your body.

“I’m going to kill them.” She growled out, not noticing Kate awkwardly standing behind you, taking great interest in the floor. You shook your head, something dark forming in your mind.

“Don’t take that honor from me.”

Wanda chuckled a bit before hesitantly letting you go, noticing Kate.

Kate waved before heading off to where the rest of the team was. Wanda raised an eyebrow before turning towards you, her eyes widening playfully when she saw you watching Kate leave, a blush staining your cheeks. She bumped your shoulder with hers, making you glare at her.

“ućuti.” You mumbled, walking away as Wanda laughed.

Once you were outside the base, you saw Kate and the Avengers all lined up, waiting for you. Wanda walked out behind you.

“Well then, let’s send these fascists to hell.” Tony Stark said, raising his arm, where a missile would fly out to destroy the place you were imprisoned in for years. While you were still getting over the fact the Iron Man was talking to you and the fact you were standing with the Avengers, you processed what he said.

“Wait!” You called out, making the genius pause, opening his faceplate.

“Do you not want me to? ‘Cause I won’t. Your sister scares me.” He muttered the last part, making you laugh a little. You shook your head.

“I didn’t say that.”

Captain America sent you a confused look, practically scratching his head.

You faced the base, closing your eyes in concentration. With a roar, the earth below you came alive, turning rocks into mud with the amount of force you were sending out. In a matter of seconds, the base was completely destroyed. You sent a gust of wind to keep the dust and debris from getting in your eyes. Finally, you called on water from the ground to rise. Soon, where the Hydra base once stood, was a glistening clear lake, it’s water reflecting the sun peacefully.

“Okay, that was both terrifying and awesome at the same time. I’mma make you a suit.” Tony seemed to talk to himself before speaking to the group.

“Alright, back to the ship.”

As you walked with the group, Kate totally subtle, migrated over to you.

“So…elemental control huh?”

You laughed at her awkwardness, playfully bumping her shoulder. You nodded.

“So…archery huh?”

Kate laughed at your response, brushing hair behind her ear. You both talked and laughed on the way back to the jet, your mutual crushes growing.

Wanda trailed behind you, along with Natasha. The two shared a look before smiling.

She was worried about you, of course she was, you were captured, probably tortured for years, but looking at the scene in front of her, watching you and Kate flirt, she knew you would be okay.

a/n: thank you for reading! I’m sorry if this is a let down but i am up to a second part of this if anyone is interested!! (I probably will write one bc i want to dive into the sisterly dynamic between Wanda and Y/N and the romantic relationship between Y/N and Kate) have a great day/night!!

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'Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night' Story Event: Chapter 1

William's Route

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Wiliam: You should be more honest. Be greedier.

(William is even more dangerous than I thought him to be.)

(I’ve been scared of him from the start, but this is more than just that.)

My heart was swayed and just like that — I was attracted.

— That night, I found out about a forbidden secret that I shouldn't have known, and was made to work as a fairytale writer for one month.

Victor, the Queen’s aide, made a suggestion.

Victor: Your job as a fairytale writer is to keep a record of Crown’s movements, which means that you need to develop a greater understanding of the members.

Victor: Thus, Miss Kate, this is your first task.

Victor: You should pick a member of Crown to be your boyfriend for a day.

…

(How can I spend time with a member of Crown as my one-day boyfriend when they're assassins…)

I gulped as I faced the members of Crown.

Regardless of who I chose, I was sure to be in for a day filled with danger.

(The most dangerous one out of all of them is— him.)

William Rex. On the night we met, he was that terrifying man playing the piano while killing someone.

(... Why does my heart get noisy whenever I look into those eyes?)

I knew I shouldn't be staring, but there was just something so captivating about them.

William: …

Kate: …?

My heart skipped a beat when I saw those bright red eyes narrow happily.

(O-Oh no… I was staring too much.)

William: If you’re still undecided, I’m willing to be a candidate to do the honour.

Kate: … Huh?

William: I’d like to get to know you better as well.

Alfons: My, my. Since you’ve got William’s attention, the rest of us no longer stand a chance.

Liam: I wanted to volunteer as a candidate too, but I should stay out of Will’s way.

Harrison: … Good luck.

(What the…!)

The moment William spoke up, it was like any other possible options became out of the question.

William gracefully extended his hand to me as I stood there at a loss for words.

William: Pleased to make your acquaintance, Kate.

…

(I’m just walking behind him, and yet this is already so nerve wrecking…)

(One wrong move… and I might lose my life.)

While I was walking a few steps behind him, William turned around.

William: There’s no need to be so on guard around me, Kate. I’m not going to eat you.

William: As I mentioned earlier, I’d like to get to know you better. I can’t possibly have a conversation with you if I kill you, right?

(... Did he just read my mind?)

William: I didn’t read your mind. I read the look on your face, little robin.

(So you did read my mind after all…)

William walked backwards, observing me curiously as I broke out into cold sweat.

William: … How about this? Each time you tell me something about yourself, I’ll tell you something about myself in return.

William: Once we’ve each shared three things about ourselves, we’ll stop acting as lovers.

William: You will be freed before the clock strikes twelve at midnight.

(If we share three things about ourselves… I’ll be free?)

Kate: … Alright.

William: Then it’s been decided.

William: Oh, right. It would be unfair to you if I don't tell you this in advance.

William: I have a mission to attend to tonight. So, if you don't want to walk into another bloodbath—

William: You should tell me those three things about yourself as soon as possible.

(A bloodbath…)

That phrase sent a shiver down my spine.

Kate: Thank you, that was very kind of you…

William: You’re welcome.

(I should do as William said and get this over and done with, fast…!)

William: First of all… I’d like to know what you want.

Kate: What do I want? … Hmm.

William: Explaining it in words feels a little dull. Let's head out.

Kate: Huh!?

…

Within just a few minutes of going out to the streets of London—

William: Hmm, so your hobby is watching plays. In that case, I’m guessing you’d want tickets to The Scala.

Kate: Yes, of course! Ah… and also, I remember wanting the original novel the play is written based on!

William: Haha, you’re very enthusiastic. Harrison should have it, so you can borrow it from him.

William extracted information out of me like he was performing magic tricks—

I was supposed to be wary of him, and yet I found myself telling him lots of things about myself.

(Hang on… doesn't this mean the requirements have already been fulfilled…?)

Kate: Um… have you found out enough about my “wants”?

William: Hm—... still not enough to exchange for my information.

Kate: Not enough…?

William: We’re lovers. Your “wants” should be the kind of things that you usually wouldn't outright say you want.

Kate: W-what… it’s not fair to change the rules just like that…

William: Doesn’t this make it more fun?

(This man is too spontaneous…!)

William: If you allow yourself to enjoy our date a little more, you’ll definitely find out what is that something you want.

(What should I do… I can’t think of something “I usually wouldn’t outright say I want” when told to do so this suddenly—)

I looked into the window while fussing over that in my head.

(Oh… they still have those shoes.)

The shoes had just arrived a few weeks ago, and they always caught my eye whenever I passed by the shop.

They were the kind of shoes I wanted to put on and go to somewhere exciting.

(But I don't exactly “want” them… they’re just something that catches my eye.)

William: … Do you want those?

Kate: Hm? Oh, no! Those shoes don’t suit me. They’re too showy and high-end for me.

William: Really?

Kate: Eh…?

He lifted my chin and his bright red eyes were right in front of my face.

William: The look in your eyes is contradicting what you said, Kate.

(His face… is so close…)

Staring into those eyes as red as blood made me feel as if he was seeing through me.

(His eyes… I want to look away, but I can’t.)

Looking at me in amusement, William tempted me with a sweet whisper.

William: We’ll find out. Come with me.

…

My eyes were wide open as he brought me into the shop.

After briefly speaking to William, the clerk approached me with the shoes and carefully put them on for me.

(... I thought those were my true feelings when I answered his question just now.)

There was no denying the way my heart was throbbing when I saw the shining shoes on my feet.

(William was right… I was only trying to convince myself otherwise.)

(— I want this.)

I’ve always wanted to wear those shoes somewhere nice.

Kate: … Thank you so much. I’ll come back another time to buy them.

(I’ll buy them if I have the spare cash.)

Clerk: ? These have already been paid for.

Kate: Huh?

(Could it be…)

Kate: William…?

When I turned around, I saw William smiling at my reaction.

William: Isn’t it natural for me to buy gifts for my “girlfriend”?

William: It’s especially enjoyable when I give my “girlfriend” something she wants but is holding herself back from getting.

Kate: Well…

While I struggled to complete my sentence, William walked up to me and put his lips next to my ear.

William: There’s a reason why they’ve always caught your eye. Your heart wants them.

William: They look good on you, Kate.

His sweet whispering made my heart go wild.

Kate: … Thank you. … I’ll cherish them.

William: On our next date, I’ll buy you a dress to match these shoes.

Kate: Our next…?

William: That’s right, our next date.

He chuckled in an amused way and I felt like I was being hit on.

(Why is my heart even beating so fast… he’s only treating me like this because we’re “lovers”...)

(I’m finding this man’s words, voice, and gaze sweeter than I should… I have a bad feeling about this.)

Kate: Since I’ve given you one piece of information about myself, it’s your turn.

William: Oh, you’re right. What do you want to know?

Kate: Hmm… then I’d like to know what you like.

William: What I like… I like what I’m doing right now.

Kate: …?

William: Encouraging someone who can’t voice their desires, to ask for what they want.

Kate: Um…

(I knew it… it wasn't just a bad gut feeling… this is all William’s doing.)

Poisoned by his sweet whispering, my heart was restless.

William: Oh, your question gave me an idea. Come with me, Kate.

Kate: Ah, wait up—

I hurried after him with my new shoes on.

I pretended not to notice that my heart was dancing like never before.

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on fire: a teen wolf novel chapters 4-6 chapters 1-3 here

cox communications doesn't respect 3rd shift workers so last night i had to go into my brick and mortar office. i was able to get a lot of reading done but due to rules and regulations i was unable to write down my thoughts as i went. instead i used those little sticky note tabs to mark passages of interest so that's why this post took a little bit longer as i had to review what i had marked.

anyway.

our national nightmare continues.

ngl this book is weird. it's bizarro season 1.

it's non-canon compliant post-episode 5 the tell. i genuinely do not understand why they just didn't tap nancy holder to write a novelization of season 1.

warning: kate argent's existence and general grossness.

so buckle up buttercups here's a preview of what's to come:

we start this chapter from kate's point of view and it makes me feel dirty already. cast it into the fire, isildur. she’s just vile. just look at these nauseating quotes that she has all within the first page:

“nothing beat the feel of cold, hard steel -- unless it was the rippling muscles of a well-built man.”

this bitch.

”god, all those muscles. the last time she’d seen him, he’d still been in high school. still a kid. a stupid, gullible kid, who should have died in the hale house fire along with the rest of his family.”

tell me again how the intention wasn't for derek to have been a minor when kate was grooming him? tell me fucking again.

“maybe she should’ve taken advantage of derek while he’d been down on the floor, writhing from the nine hundred thousand volts she’d sent skittering though his kick-ass body. for old time’s sake.”

chris and victoria are there too, being way more normal about things. they brought egg salad and cold cuts which feels like it’s hitting the beat where victoria comes in with cookies in the show.

despite having grounded allison for her skipping school with scott on her birthday they are perfectly fine with her having not only a study date with lydia but allowing her to sleep over. it’s apparently to cover the arrival of a shipment of weapons. kate isn’t impressed that they’re still hiding everything from allison and disappointed there isn’t some super-special weapon in the shipment.

this entire time she’s being weird and kind of sexual about an uzi. like, fuck off kate.

now we’re back to scott and allison at the seedy motel plot where they are trying to locate jackson. “scott’s first instinct was to throw his arms around allison and duck, but she yanked the door open and barreled inside the motel like a superhero.” uou are goddamn right, scott. that is ally a.

the motel is basically an off the books brothel. one of the patrons supposedly saw something in one of the windows when he went open it for a smoke but saw something that scared him causing a heart attack. allison and scott ask a few people if they’ve seen jackson then have to book it when sheriff stilinski shows up. these two idiots duck down in her car. i think we see stiles and scott do this a few times in the show.

lydia calls allison freaked out that she hadn’t called her back yet and harkens back to the tell by saying “a....window?” when they tell her about the man having a heart attack and scott describes her as sounding odd. i appreciate that lydia's trauma isn't being ignored because that just happened to her in the tell.

all this use of the generic where’s my phone app and using conference calls to sneak around feels like an adaptation of the plot beat in wolf’s bane.

the sterek agenda continues. derek and stiles spend a significant portion of the coming chapters together much like they do in the back half of season 1. it starts with the possible origin of the derek being in stiles’s room trope. stiles muses over the text he’d received from scott about the incident at the motel and as if being summoned derek is just suddenly there in his room. look at this bullshit:

he texted back, muttering, “so, scott, saw what? saw derek?” “yes?” derek said from behind him. “yeaoww!” stiles shouted. he turned around to find derek leaning against the wall. he did that on an irritatingly frequent basis, both at scott’s house and casa stilinski. he was wearing his black leather jacket and he looked especially pouty and broody. “could you not do that anymore? it is so not cool.”

irritatingly frequent basis? how many times has derek randomly appeared in your room stiles? and i’m sorry “especially pouty and broody”? what a totally super casual observation that is.

it gets even better. derek questions what scott is doing and stiles deadass answers “doin’ stuff.” which naturally irritates derek and derek requests stiles tell scott he wants to meet him. they’re interrupted by the sheriff calling for stiles to which we get:

“gotta go get that.” Stiles pointedly shut down his desktop -- Derek actually growled -- and slid his phone into the pocket of his jeans. “don’t touch anything.”

derek why are you growling? weirdo.

stiles talks to his dad and probes for information about the motel guy and they discuss his homework. it's actually a pretty great conversation between the two and pretty much the only time it occurs in the book.

there’s a mention of stiles’s mother and the sheriff asks stiles if he’s taken his adderall that day. so again, clearly whatever notes holder received very much indicated stiles's ADHD.

back in stiles’s room we get derek pointedly having ignored stiles’s directive to not touch anything: “he zoomed back into his room to find derek clacking away on his computer keyboard.” and “hey,” he said. “keep your paws off.” derek gave him one of his trademark sour glares.” this just continues to confirm for me that holder received some kind of outline of character and plot beats. casa stilinski? sour glares? derek and stiles doing investigative work and going to a hospital? stiles having a low key bisexual crisis over derek? it’s all there. i mean bro look at this:

“look,” derek leaned toward him and the hairs on the back of stiles’s neck stood straight up.”

and the banter:

“but don’t do anything wolfy in my jeep,” he said, opening his door and peering into the hallway. the coast was clear. “like stick our head out the window to let your tongue hang out --” “shut up,” derek said.

here's another werewolf moment i find rather intriguing. scott and allison have made it to the preserve by this point still hot on the trail of jackson who lydia had told them was somewhere in the preserve. scott has a moment where in his mind he hears the how of a wolf. it says “an echo inside an echo” and “one wolf calling to another. seeking the pack.” that's pretty cool and it's not something shows up in the show.

jackson has finally arrived. i miss this asshole. he's in the woods being pissy about meeting the private investigator that had left him a note and a picture of his supposed biological father.

jackson’s perspective on what happened in magic bullet is just [chef’s kiss]. he refers to derek as scott’s drug dealer.

“mccall’s creepy drug dealer had shown up at school. when jackson had stood up to him, he’d grabbed him by the neck, and, like, gouged him with his fingernails.”

in jackson’s narration something caught my eye. “things had been fine before the start of the school year. Then it was almost as if McCall had concocted some kind of scheme over the summer to ruin his life.” so not only is this book an AU of season 1, the time frame seems off. the show starts the first day after their winter break in january. wolf moon takes place during the episode. the book places this before wolf moon has occurred which comes up later in derek’s narration.

this is such a good line and is a window into jackson’s mentality: “everyone wanted something jackson had. it was usually money or popularity. the secret? they were exactly the same thing.”

allison and scott are still in the woods. they’ve been kissing for a while but then they run into a wolf. they are really so soppy in this book and it's both accurate and annoying. allison is awed and scott is quietly panicking. allison goes on about how she thought it was beautiful and scott’s mind wonders if he’ll ever turn into a wolf like how Laura did. which, lol, no baby because you never make peace fully with being a werewolf.

annnnd we’re back to the stiles and derek plot line. they’re playing dress up. i kid you not. these two are pulling a dean and sam.

“my new best friend and i are at the hospital.” stiles said, twirling the listening end of a stethoscope in a little circle. so far he’d been unable to hypnotize derek with it.

there’s another small dig about derek not being a real person in stiles’s narration. this book hates derek, okay but i have a lo more on that later. for now these two idiots infiltrated the hospital by pulling the old stand by of Looking Important. stiles has a conversation with scott which is invoking wolf’s bane so hard:

“and you’ll never guess what. you can get past hospital security if you steal a white coat out of the storage room and parade around with it and a clipboard.” derek grunted. he was the one holding the clipboard, but he had passed on wearing a lab coat.”

stiles continues his observations of derek like the freak4freak he is:

“stiles covered the phone, “he can’t talk about wolfie matters,” he reported back to derek. “because he’s with her,” derek said, looking even more dour than usual. stiles had never realized there were so many degrees of the brood until derek hale came into their lives.”

there’s a bit of back and forth regarding scott reporting that he and allison saw an actual wolf. derek’s disbelieving and cranky to which stiles ponders this totally normal thought:

“maybe if he gave derek a sugar cube -- or threw him a piece of raw meat -- derek might cheer up. stiles would have to try that someday. but today wasn’t looking good for that.”

derek then snatches stiles’s phone to question scott’s whereabouts. he is still cranky. meanwhile stiles is reading derek’s body language and it’s way too detailed for a normal person. like, stiles no one cares derek’s hand is in his jacket pocket while he grumps at scott and emphasizes “like always”. stiles how hard have you been watching derek? he may have complained about derek showing up in his room unnaounced but he's like

before we get into derek’s narration which ooh boy guys you aren’t ready. stiles and derek have their classic bickering-bantering some more.

derek’s insisting stiles take him to the preserve so he can scent scott out. stiles is appalled and is like “oh my god derek you weirdo there’s an app for that.” and gets a little red riding hood dig in.

derek refuses to admit stiles has a point but orders stiles to give him his phone. stiles all but says Fuck You No and derek brings out his oldie but goodie:

“tell me or i’ll rip your throat out.”

stiles probably thinks “don’t threaten me with a good time” but instead he says that he knows derek’s not telling him everything and insists he’s going with derek to find scott.

it ends on this exchange:

“all right,” he said, “but we’ll take your jeep.” stiles huffed. “why can’t we ever take your car?”

alas the camero. we barely knew her.

now we switch to derek’s point of view to narrate and so begins a piece of characterization that i don’t like, isn’t actually accurate to the character at any point in the series and frankly chaps my ass. i’m just going to give you all the paragraph as a whole.

“hey, you have to take me with you.,” scott’s annoying little sidekick insisted as derek stalked out of the hospital. derek took a tiny bit of satisfaction in the way the human had to trot along to stay abreast. he was sick to death of taking the weakness of humans into account while formulating his plans. de respected power, and few humans had any.”

besties, this book may very well be the origin of Derek Thinks Humans Are Weak trope. now, i’m sure some of you are like heather aren’t you perhaps being a tad dramatic?

no. no i’m not. at first i considered this might be because of derek’s experience with kate. it would make sense that perhaps based off the information holder had that derek might be wary but than this fucker drops this line:

“werewolves didn’t share information with humans, ever.”

but he follows this thought with this:

“except for him, derek hale. he had shared information with a human. he hadn’t meant to. and the results had been disastrous.”

i will definitely get into more detail about this attitude he has because it really comes out in some later chapters because ooooh boy y’all ain’t prepared for the nonsense ahead. in actual canon derek never behaves this way or express this kind of opinion about humans. it stands out starkly in contrast to the episode this moment is paralleling in wolf’s bane. derek thinks stiles is annoying but not because he’s human.

we end this chapter on jackson’s point of view. de had met with the so-called private investigator and they tit-for-tatted and jackson bolted when he sensed danger in the woods. now he’s lost in the woods. he’s scared, doesn’t want to admit it and sends a text to lydia.

it's here in these chapters where i realized that the character of deaton is missing entirely. since all of season 1's plot past the tell is omitted deaton's significance went with it.

also the mystery of the alpha is present but she's unable to really do anything with it so peter's presence is still regulated to comatose burn victim.

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Could we please see Anthony taking Kate for a spin in his new car???

Okay but imagine how cute he would be standing outside the hospital, tooting the little horn.

It was ridiculous, really, how in just a few weeks, Kate had grown so used to Anthony. How she'd come to expect to see him, even if her heart fluttered in her chest still when she stared down at her hands and saw the ring sitting on her finger, staring back at her.

The ring had been her first sign that there was a little more to Anthony than she'd thought. When Mary and Edwina had stared down at it in amazement and Edwina had gasped,

"This must have cost him a fortune."

"Edwina that's not a polite thing to-"

"Mum, it must have?"

And Kate's cheeks had burned when she'd sat beside him the next morning, out with both their mothers sitting nearly thirty feet away from them pretending not to pay attention , their engagement still new and ridiculous making them both blush.

"Are you...? Anthony, are you rich?"

Anthony blanched for a second, "Why would you ask that?"

"Well, you're planning to uproot your entire life here for me, you're buying a shop, and a house, and this ring is-"

"Do you not like it?!" He cut in anxiously, his eyes wide.

"I love it, Anthony." She sighed, reaching up to push his hair back from his eyes, "I'm only- I'm curious, And it seems the sort of thing a wife should know do you not think?"

"I like when you call yourself my wife. Mrs Kate Bridgerton, that sounds very nice." Anthony let out a content noise in the back of his throat and his cane tapped on the ground for a moment before he sighed, "I'm... comfortable. My Family has some money and-"

"Well, that's exactly what a rich person would say." Kate had said, waving him off.

He'd bought them a house, a cottage, that he was eager for her to love, getting her opinion on everything from curtains to crockery, to the type of mug he ought to have. He visited her every afternoon, keeping a. respectful distance that she wished he wouldn't, his hat in his hands when he winked at her-

"Miss Sharma, I couldn't help but notice there was going to be dancing at this little fete this evening and once upon a time, you promised me a dance."

"You can have all my dances, honey."

He wanted to spend every spare moment with her, every second, nodding seriously at Mary, Mrs Sharma I'll have Kate home from work, safe, I promise. You can trust me, Ma'am.

And now here she was, counting down the minutes until her shift ended and she and Anthony would wander home through the village, with their hands intertwined and they would while away time together, hiding behind the old oak tree as they traded lazy kisses, and her heart pounded in her chest, the rest of their lives laid out in front of them.

The loud beeping noise of a car horn cut through the air and Kate sighed as she looked at the clock. Of course they would get a new arrival when she had 47 seconds left of her shift.

"You're being signalled, I believe." Sister Danbury sighed glancing out the window and Kate's brow furrowed in confusion.

"I'm being what?"

She rolled her eyes, "You're being signalled. I'll see you tomorrow, Nurse Bridgerton."

"That isn't my name yet." Kate said, her cheeks flushing, "Three more weeks."

"And yet, you knew to whom I was referring." She sighed as the horn sounded again, "Please go before he shatters a window."

Kate snatched up her things, more than a little confused as she slid off her cap and tucked it in her satchel making her way outside, anticipation curling in her stomach and-

There he was. And she almost sighed, no, she did sigh.

Anthony was leaning against the side of a green car, the roof down, his hair falling in his eyes as he stood there, his shirtsleeves rolled up over his forearms and that stupid orange vest she'd made him on.

"Surprise!"

Her heart skipped a beat as she stepped towards him, "What's all this?"

Anthony grinned, stepping forward to take her bag off her, and placing it on the seat before he leaned forward to brush their lips together. "This is a car, Darling. What do they teach young ladies in nurse's training."

Kate rolled her eyes, swatting his chest, "I realise that. What are you doing with it?"

"I bought it," He grinned,

"Why?" She gasped, though he looked so happy she couldn't help but be a little excited.

"Oh imagine how romantic it'll be for us to drive through the countryside, blackberry picking and the likes." He nudged her towards the front seat, his hands on her hips.

"You want to go blackberry picking?"

Anthony sighed, "Yes, Kate, I want us to go blackberry picking, and look like love's young dream. Because we are desperately in love, I've heard."

"I've heard that too," Kate hummed, sitting in the passenger seat. Chuckling to herself as Anthony did an excited little dance, hopping around to the driver's side. "Are you going to have any thought towards economies when we're married, honey?"

"I'm stimulating the economy," Anthony clicked his tongue, tooting the horn once more for good measure as he started the engine. "It' a responsible thing to do actually, Kate."

"I see."

"Now. let's go for a little spin."

"Are you going to be a hooligan?"

His eyes sparkled, "Oh, only a very little, Darling."

And the wheels spun on the gravel drive as they sped off.

#till forever falls apart au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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OK, apparently this weekend is just 'writing fanfic' weekend. Here is another part. I'm really starting to get into this and enjoying writing this. However, Tumblr doesn't seem to allow me to verify my email address at all, so please leave any feedback as comments so I can see them. I truly appreciate it a lot. So here is my newest addition to my 'Kate is Anthony's mistress' AU. Hopefully I will get an AO3 account soon, instead of having to battle this platform to let me post stuff.

Title: at first i thought you were a constellation (4/?) Rating: Unrated so far but maybe M eventually? Summary: Kate is Anthony's mistress, but things get complicated as Edwina and Mary arrive in London for the marriage mart season and Kate has to try to keep her secrets from completely unravelling the fragile life she had built for herself in London.

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three /

Chapter Four: The Dreams We Only Whisper In The Dark

The first thing that Kate saw when she awoke was a head of dishevelled curls and a pair of warm, brown eyes. She liked how Anthony had this slight crinkle underneath his eye when he looked at her. For a moment, they did not speak. Carefully, Kate caressed that little crinkle and she could feel his face soften under her touch. She liked him like this. She imagined how he might look years from now - a face even more wrinkled and touched by that laughter that seemed to bubble out of him at the strangest of times. She could see it so clearly - him being old and happy - and it filled her with a strange sense of calm.

Anthony continued to not do much except stay as he was, hovering over her. His gaze drank her up as he seemed content to let her gently explore the contours of his face. Kate felt greedy as she gently hoped that she would be treated to more mornings like today.

He never stayed the night, or if they ever fell asleep he would always leave before daybreak, so she had never seen him like this before.

”Hi,” she whispered finally, her finger caressing the furrow of his brow and his left dimple.

”Hi,” he echoed and Kate tried not to think about the way her heart seemed to almost skip a beat.

”You’re still here,” her voice was still marked by sleep as her fingers traced the outline of his collarbone.

His gaze never seemed to leave her face. Usually, Kate hated attention but when it came from Anthony Bridgerton, she found that she could endure it very well. She did not even mind that he seemed to have been watching her sleep. Truly inexplicable.

”I don’t have anywhere I need to be today,” he whispered as if sharing a secret. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Kate knew that could not possibly be true. Not only because he was a viscount, but he also had seven siblings and multiple properties to manage. But for once, she was not going to contradict him because, if she let herself be honest, she wanted him to be nowhere but with her, right here. Instead, she closed her eyes, hummed lightly, and leaned into his touch.

”Mmm, whatever will I do with you?” She could almost fall back asleep. ”You’re impossible.”

Anthony hummed in agreement, now placing kisses on her temple and forehead. ”Incorrigible.”

”I just might have to keep you here,” she pulled his body to her and he wrapped his arm around her like a cocoon, ”Put you to good use.”

Anthony’s hums of agreement took on a more distracted quality as he kissed her cheek and settled next to her. She could feel his breath dance near her ear and if she didn’t know any better, she could have sworn she could hear him inhale. Her mind could imagine a million scenarios of what they could do and how they could make the time pass in the happiest of ways. However, all she wanted to do, it seemed, was for time to stand still. To keep this moment with her, always, even long after he left her. For there would come a time when he would leave her, she knew. There would be a day where she would be too old, or he would meet someone new, or - the most unpleasant of outcomes - he would marry and fall in love with his wife. Her time with Anthony would always be finite, so she just wanted this little moment, where she could pretend that she was his.

///

”You know, I did not think it was possible,” Benedict remarked dryly, ”but you just might be even grumpier than usual.”

Anthony shot his brother a glare before fixing his eyes on his toast. Whatever had he done to deserve the most annoying brother in Britain?

”Are you quite all right, brother? You did not even seem that interested in the Queen announcing her new diamond the other day, and considering you constantly go on about your duty to find the next Lady Bridgerton, one would think that the Queen’s recommendation might be a weighty one.”

”You sound like mother.”

Benedict shrugged, sipping his coffee while looking at his brother like he was simultaneously enjoying his torment and trying to figure something out.

Anthony suddenly realized he had no recollection of the Queen selecting her new diamond the other night. His attentions had been so entirely occupied elsewhere, it might as well have been Eloise for all that he knew. It wasn’t, was it? ”Who did she select, anyway?”

Benedict probably thought that he had peaked his interest, but really, all Anthony wanted was a distraction from thinking about a certain woman and the images that had since been the chief object of his nightmares. Needless to say, he did not sleep particularly well.

”I did not realize that your disinterest was so severe it resulted in amnesia,” Benedict poked, ”Almost admirable. But I believe it was one Ms Edwina Sharma?”

”Sharma?” He hated how suddenly that name had commanded his interest and he hated even more that Benedict had clocked it.

”Yes,” Benedict seemed to contemplate whether he should start exchanging his amusement for concern, ”Surely you did not miss the gossip surrounding the family? I don’t care much about it, but it does seem like the Queen is set to shake things up this season. At least it won’t be predictable.”

It seemed as though he was incapable of escaping the ghost of Kate Sharma, even when he did his outmost to train himself towards indifference. He would be on the verge of convincing himself that there had been no great loss - that he was a viscount and he had not even been in the business of acquiring a new mistress when they had met anyway - when memories of their argument would somehow take over his mind entirely. He could not understand it. She had been the one who lied, but somehow during the course of their conversation, she had had the nerve to be angry with him. She had been the one at fault, yet expected him to grovel for some imagined offence. He knew that Kate thrived on being contrary and argumentative, but this seemed to almost border on delusional.

It was in the contemplation of these thoughts where his mind would often spiral to the part of their argument that had seared itself into his brain. The way that she had regarded him with such evident distain and declared that they were over. He could not understand it. He could not understand how she could just… how she could just dispose of him with such a callous disregard. As if… as if it had been nothing.

Uninvited, images of Kate being seduced by some other man disrupted the spiral that his thoughts were sending him in and now plummeted him into the abyss. The notion of another man touching her was- Anthony momentarily considered throwing his toast at the wall, as the scent of it him made him feel absolutely wrecked.

He left Benedict without a word and went into the study. There, he poured himself some whisky and tried to ignore the irrational urge to hit something. He hated this. He hated how he seemed incapable of not reacting to even the memory of Kate Sharma, that he seemed unable to inspire the same indifference with which she clearly viewed him. Would he always be doomed to have her haunt him so?

He was not enough of a fool to pretend that a single woman reliant on an independent income had unlimited options. He knew that she would need financial support and that her sex prevented her from entering any occupation of significance. This was how it worked. If they were over, she would have to have another patron. Unless she somehow managed to convince the greater London area to allow her to paint almost exclusively under her male pseudonym, which was hardly likely considering the stories he had heard from Benedict. His brother, who was a Bridgerton, had enough difficulty to be accepted by that lot.

No, he would have to get used to the idea that there would be another man who would kiss Kate Sharma, who would now be the subject of her smiles. Once, he had imagined that at least the insults she would throw at him were distinctly his, but for all he knew they were just as indistinguishable as the rest of their courtship must have been been. Not courtship- they-

Anthony sighed. He was losing the plot. His mind was losing its grip on reality and the reality was this: Kate Sharma had discontinued their friendship, she could not stand to be near him, and he would never touch her lips again.

And that was just fine. It would not impact him in the slightest.

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Having Mary and Edwina back in her life was still something that Kate was getting used to. She had not realized how accustomed she had grown to her solitude, until the presence of her family had seemingly upended any semblance of a routine. For starters, she now spent most of her waking hours at the home of Lady Danbury, which she would not had believed even two short weeks ago. It was quite something being among such opulence on a regular basis. What was particularly jarring was how it seemed to fade into the background rather quickly, and Kate wondered if that was what happened with wealth - it simply became invisible.

As far as introductions went, Edwina had been a success. While Kate had been prevented from celebrating her triumph on the day, she was determined to make up for it now that she was no longer weighed down by the fear of discovery. Ensuring her sister’s happiness would be her new purpose and it would help quell stubborn memories from distracting her.

She had been entirely mistaken in Anthony Bridgerton’s character, so spending her time doing something as silly as missing him was something that she would not allow. Her world did not revolve around the favor of one man.

Kate knew that she had more pressing issues to attend to. Ever since their return, she knew that Mary had been distant with her. That in itself was to be expected - it was Edwina’s openness that was the exception, not the rule. Beyond that first day, Mary had not spoken much to her, allowing Lady Danbury or Edwina to carry the weight of the conversations that were had in her presence. Whether this division of labour was the outcome of prior discussions or mere happenstance, Kate did not know. But it did not stop her from being painfully aware that while Mary was often present, she never really engaged with her former daughter. Not that Kate blamed her - she held no claim on Mary. Mary had shown her incredible kindness when she had been young, but Kate had squandered her affections by departing so suddenly. She knew she would never be forgiven for abandoning them. Nor did she ever expect to.

At the back of her mind, Kate also knew that it would be dangerous to get used to Mary and Edwina and having them in her life. They were meant for a different life than her. They were Sheffields, they were meant for ballrooms and matches. She, on the other hand, was destined to fade into obscurity. Pretending otherwise was folly. She would appreciate their presence for now, but she must not be heartbroken when they left.

”Did you see that I was mentioned in Lady Whistledown?” Edwina asked as they were preparing for their visitors to arrive.

Kate nodded. ”Of course, as you should have been.”

”She seemed to think that I could have my pick of suitors,” Edwina giggled, gratified for the attention and Kate was once again reminded of just how young her sister was.

Kate nodded. ”And why should you not? Just make sure that you pick someone you want, not just for his rank and title.”

At this Mary nodded in agreement and Kate suppressed the small part of her that hoped that Mary would be proud of her for her sensible advice. ”Regardless of what the Sheffields said,” Mary offered, ”You can find an amiable man who will treat you well and has the required rank. There is no need to settle for just the first man who asks you.”

Kate wanted to press the issue in agreement with Mary. To tell Edwina to find someone kind, someone who would treat her well. That it would be the most important decision of her life, and one that would shape the rest of her life. If she gave her heart to someone who did not deserve it, she might not ever get it back. But the words died on her lips and Kate remained silent.

She had been permitted to stay in the room, to quietly survey the eager bachelors, to supply information where Lady Danbury’s intelligence failed. In this, she supposed she owed the most smallest morsel of gratitude to Anthony - he had often spoken of gentlemen at his club so she was surprisingly well-versed in who had secret debts or if any were in danger of already having acquired children out of wedlock. But that was as far as she allowed her thoughts to stray as far as Anthony Bridgerton was concerned.

”Lord Lumley is promising,” Lady Danbury said, ”But I have to say, I was expecting a little bit more enthusiasm from the Bridgertons. Viscount Bridgerton would be a fine catch indeed.”

Kate suppressed the pressing urge to roll her eyes. ”Maybe one of the younger Bridgertons will show interest,” Kate supplied, trying not to consider the horrific notion of Anthony courting her sister and decided to ignore the way it made her stomach cold.

Whatever Lady Danbury was about to say was interrupted by the arrival of the first pack of gentlemen, announced by the Danbury footman. Kate was thankful that the topic of the Bridgertons were dropped and she returned to focus on her task. The season, and the games, were truly about to begin, and Kate was determined that Edwina should win.

TBC? Please leave any thoughts and feedback as comments - I really really appreciate them (just need to figure out if I can reply to them somehow)

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music-is-love-90 · 2 years

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Summary: A delay in the ballroom means Kate doesn't hear Anthony lay out his list of requirements for a wife. In turn, he doesn't ruin his chances with her. Even the best laid plans can fall apart when love interferes.

Ch. 10:

Sleep came with difficulty to Kate that night. The soiree had concluded unsatisfactorily for her, as none of the men seemed to catch Edwina's eye. Her only solace had been Lord Bridgerton at her side the whole night. He had made her smile even when anxiety had begun to overtake her and she was grateful for his solidness as he supported her.

But now morning was here and she was going to tell him everything.

She just hoped he didn't hate her when she was done.

Despite Lady Danbury's obvious dislike for her riding out alone, no one tried to stop her as she saddled her borrowed horse and rode out of Mayfair. Every step took her closer to where Anthony was supposed to be waiting and it took all of her will to not turn tail and run. She had decided to trust him, however bad a decision that was, and she would stick to it.

She rounded a corner and saw him leaning against the tree his horse was tied to, obviously waiting for her. It was utterly unfair how attractive he was, leading her to once again wonder why he seemed to be interested in her.

She knew the moment he spotted her because he suddenly smiled, making her heart skip a beat, and straightened.

"Good morning, Miss Sharma." He said as she dismounted.

"Good morning, Lord Bridgerton." She replied, returning his smile with one of her own.

He took her hand as she reached him and pulled it to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of it. The feel of his lips on her glove sent a heat rushing through her that was hard to control, but she managed to smile and stay still as he released her.

"Now, you asked me here to tell me something, I believe." He said, all playfulness leaving him. "Please, tell me why you will not have another Season."

Kate sighed and hesitated, trying to organize her thoughts, which was made more difficult by his proximity. Seeing she needed a moment, Anthony took her hand once more and led her to a nearby log that was just big enough for them to sit side by side on. He helped her sit before taking his seat next to her, patiently waiting for her to begin.

"I imagine you've heard the rumors about my father and Lady Mary?" she asked, waiting for him to nod before continuing. "Mary and my father loved each other very much. Running away together wasn't some big rebellion on their part, just the only option they had to be together. They just loved each other that much. So much so that it rather destroyed Mary when he died."

Anthony felt a surge of sympathy for Kate, remembering his own interactions with his mother after the death of his father.

"Someone had to step into her role, Edwina was so young and she needed her mother, but Mary couldn't do it. She needed time, so I gave her that. I taught Edwina everything she needed to know to not only survive, but to thrive and I made sure she never knew of any of the difficulties our family was facing. But things got harder.

Kate took a steadying breath.

"When Mary left England, her parents, the Sheffields, cut her off completely. My father managed his affairs well before his death, but he was still just a secretary. While he was alive it didn't matter, but after his death, money became an issue."

Anthony had known they had similar situations, but he had never really stopped to consider the differences. Edmund Bridgerton had been a good Viscount and the Bridgertons had never hurt for money, even with seven children to provide for. Yes, the shock of becoming Viscount at the tender age of eighteen had been hard to bear, had changed who he was fundamentally, but at least he had been stepping into a role that was secure enough to allow him to grow into it.

Kate had not had any such luxury.

"Mary eventually came back to us, but by then our coffers were running dangerously low." Kate told him. "I had to come up with a way to save us, so I wrote the Sheffields without telling Mary or Edwina. They agreed to help us."

Anthony felt his heart sink.

"There were conditions?" he asked softly when she seemed to have a hard time going on.

"As Lady Danbury put it, they couldn't control Mary's marriage, so they want to control Edwina's." Kate replied. "They agreed to settle a considerable dowry on her and to take care of Mary, but Edwina must marry an Englishman of nobility. Everything we had went into the trip to England. Lady Danbury is paying for everything else out of loyalty to Mary. If Edwina cannot find a husband before the end of the Season, we are finished. If we are to be saved, Edwina must marry."

Anthony stood up, moving away as his mind whirled.

"Lady Danbury knows?" he asked, starting to pace.

Kate nodded.

"She wrote to the Sheffields independently of me." She told him. "She was hoping for a reconciliation."

"And I take it Lady Mary and Miss Edwina still don't know about the Sheffields' stipulation?"

Kate shook her head this time.

"If Edwina knew, she would marry the first man to propose and I don't want that for her. It is my duty to protect my family, she shouldn't have to pay for my failings. She deserves to be happy with someone she loves. I won't put this burden on her."

Something Kate said finally clicked in Anthony's brain.

"You said they would settle a dowry on Miss Edwina and take care of Lady Mary." He said slowly. "But what of you?"

"I am not their blood." Kate said simply. "Once Edwina is married and Mary is taken care of, I am to return to India, where I will become a governess."

Rage filled Anthony's body but he couldn't seem to figure out who it was directed at. Lady Mary for leaving her daughter to manage affairs she never should have had to worry about? The Sheffields for denying the bond that so clearly existed between stepmother and stepdaughter? Or Kate herself for accepting it all so easily?

Anthony forced himself to be calm, turning the problem of the Sharma's situation over in his mind like a puzzle. He would leave Kate's matter of fact pronouncement about returning to India for another time.

Right now, a plan was forming.

"My mother is planning a country party at our ancestral home in Kent." He told her suddenly, stopping his pacing to face her.

"Alright." Kate said, clearly confused about the sudden change in subject.

"Mother always invites too many women in an effort to marry off her sons and has to scramble to find enough men." He continued. "But she has been thwarted by Eloise when it comes to matchmaking and neither Benedict nor Colin are interested in marrying this Season. I believe that if I were to suggest that she take an interest in Miss Edwina's prospects, she would expand her guest list to include more eligible men of the ton. I know for a fact she adores you and your sister and has become rather good friends with Lady Mary. I'm sure she will agree to help."

Kate stared at him, surprise clear on her face.

"You're going to help me?" she asked in a small voice.

Anthony smiled.

"I told you last night I would." He replied, squatting down in front of her to take her hands in his. "I am here to support you in any way I can."

Kate looked down at their joined hands, fighting back tears.

"I do have one request, though."

She looked back up at him, suddenly suspicious.

"And what would that be, my Lord?"

"My family and I are leaving a week early to spend some time away from the ton at Aubrey Hall." He told her. "Daphne and Simon will be joining us. I want you to come with us. You and Lady Mary and Miss Edwina. Even Lady Danbury if she amenable. I know Simon would love to see her."

"My Lord…" Kate trailed off, seeming at a loss for words.

"I want to show you my home." He told her softly. "I want to spend time with you, away from the prying eyes of the ton. Most of all, I want to give you time to relax, to not worry about the next party or soiree that you need to chaperone for Miss Edwina. Spend a week with us in the country and then you and I will tackle the problem of the lack of suitable men together. Please, Miss Sharma. Allow me this."

Kate met his eyes and finally allowed herself to see what was there, the thing she had been hiding from.

Love.

Neither of them may have been willing to say it out loud, but she knew in her bones that Anthony Bridgerton was falling for her, and her for him. She knew this was dangerous territory they were walking in, but she couldn't stop. Instead, she found herself nodding.

"Yes." She whispered. "I'll convince Mary. We'll join you in Kent."

Anthony beamed and squeezed her hands once before letting go. He got to his feet and held out a hand to help her up.

"I doubt you'll have to work too hard to convince her." He told her, leading her back to her horse. "I will be delivering the invitation personally and I am known to be quite charming."

"And oh so humble, my Lord." Kate shot back, feeling steadier as they returned to their normal sparing.

"I'm glad you noticed!" He said, smirking. "Honestly, my humility is one of my best features."

Before she could think better of it, Kate reached out and pushed him, causing him to stumble back a step. Before she could apologize, he grabbed her arm, pulling her to him. As he caught her in his arms, her eyes met his and they both froze.

Dangerous territory indeed.

"I should go." Kate said, her voice low. "Lady Danbury will be missing her horse."

"I am expected at Bridgerton House." Anthony agreed, not moving to let her go.

Kate's other hand came up to rest on his chest, seemingly of its own volition. She marveled at the softness of the fabric and tried desperately to not think of how easy it would be to reach up and pull him down to her lips.

There was a sound and the spell was broken, but instead of springing apart, Anthony took her hand from his chest and lifted it to his mouth to press a kiss to her palm. Kate's breathing grew ragged and Anthony's brown eyes were practically black as he let her go.

"Until later, Miss Sharma." He said softly, stepping back.

Kate took a steadying breath.

"Until later, Lord Bridgerton."

She turned and swung herself up into the saddle, giving him one last look, before taking off at a gallop.

She didn't slow the whole way back to Danbury House.

~.~

Anthony made it back to Bridgerton House in time to break his fast with the family.

"Are you planning on going to Danbury House today, darling?" his mother asked.

"I am." He confirmed. "And speaking of the Sharmas, I would like to speak to you about the country party."

"What about it?" his mother asked, confused.

Anthony could understand her confusion, given that he had never shown any interest in what his mother did when hosting.

"Miss Sharma is concerned about her sister's prospects." He told her.

"As she should be." Eloise interjected. "That lot last night were awful."

"Careful, Eloise." Her mother told her. "Your future husband might have been part of that lot and you didn't even know it."

"If he is, I am vowing to remain a spinster from this moment on." Eloise shot back. "I would rather that fate than the worse one of being trapped with one of the idiots that made a spectacle of themselves last night."

"Be that as it may," Anthony interrupted, trying to get the conversation back on track, "I assured her that you would be willing to forgo your usual invitations to only the ladies of the ton and then scrambling to balance the numbers and instead invite a selection of acceptable suitors for a young lady."

"This is important to you?" Violet asked.

"It's important to Miss Sharma." He replied. "Therefore, it is important to me."

Violet beamed at her eldest son.

"Well, I shall have to add some invitations, but I'll take care of it, dear." She assured him.

"I also want to invite the Sharma's and Lady Danbury to join us for the week before."

The whole table went silent.

"Brother, are you going to propose to Miss Sharma?" Hyacinth asked.

"I'm hoping to. Maybe not during this trip, but soon." He answered his youngest sibling who was sitting next to him. "Would that be alright with you?"

"Yes!" she told him happily. "I do like her ever so much."

"I do, too." He told her. "I'm glad you like her."

"Anthony, are you sure?" Violet asked softly.

"I thought you liked her, mother." He replied, frowning.

"I do!" she assured him quickly. "But…she may have a hard time being accepted by the ton."

"But if I chose her, you will support her?" he pressed.

"Of course I will." Violet seemed almost offended. "I think she would make a splendid Viscountess. I'm just warning you that her acceptance in that role may be an uphill battle."

"I have never seen Kate Sharma back down from a fight." Anthony told her. "It's one of the qualities I most admire."

He glanced at the other members of the family at the table.

"I haven't spent much time with her." Francesca said. "But she seems perfectly pleasant and she brings out a side of you that I have missed."

"If we're voting – " Eloise said.

"We're not." Anthony interjected.

"I can't imagine anyone better suited for you, brother." She continued.

"You already know our position, Ant." Colin told him, motioning to Benedict.

"I still think she's too good for you." The second born added.

"Gregory?" Anthony asked, looking to the youngest male in the room.

"I like her a lot, brother." He told him quietly.

Anthony looked around the table, the warmth of his family's approval something he hadn't known he had been missing until it was given to him again.

"Then, as long as everyone agrees, I suppose you should go invite Miss Sharma and her family to join us for a week in the country." Violet said, smiling softly.

"Thank you, mother." He said, getting to his feet and pressing a kiss to her cheek before leaving.

"You know this means she's going to play Pall Mall with us, right?" Eloise pointed out. "You all saw them at the race. This year will end in bloodshed."

"I can't wait." Colin said, grinning.

With that, the family went back to their food.

~.~

Danbury House's parlor was once again filled to the brim with suitors. Kate watched with a keen eye as they orbited her sister, each trying to gain her favor over the others. Lord Lumley still seemed to be leading the pack though, given Edwina's serene nature, it was hard to tell.

The door opened again and Kate sighed, expecting another suitor, only to be pleasantly surprised to see Lord Bridgerton walk in. He stopped to greet Edwina, making the suitors grumble as she smiled brightly at him, before making his way to where Kate and Mary were sitting.

"Lady Mary. Miss Sharma." He greeted them with a bow.

"Lord Bridgerton, what a delight to see you." Mary replied. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"

"My mother bid me come." He told her, taking the seat across from them. "Apparently my lack of duties today was offensive and so I have been gang pressed into delivering an invitation to the lovely ladies of this house."

"What a trial, my Lord." Kate said dryly. "Pray, hurry and deliver you invitation quickly so may return to your day of leisure."

"Are you anxious for my removal, Miss Sharma?" Anthony asked, pressing a hand to his chest. "I am hurt, madam."

She just sneered at him playful, making him grin.

"If you promise to not run me off immediately," he said, reaching into his coat to pull out an envelope, "I shall inform you that my mother is planning to host a country party in three weeks."

He handed the invitation to Mary, who took it with a smile.

"Tell your mother we will be happy to attend and that I shall send our acceptance post haste. It was kind of you to deliver it personally."

"Well, I admit it was not the only reason I came." He told her. "My family is planning on spending the week prior in Kent. We were hopeful that you and your daughters, along with Lady Danbury, would join us."

"That is very kind." Mary said, subtly looking to Kate for her opinion.

"Two weeks in the country sounds lovely." Her eldest agreed. "And Edwina's removal from society may increase her allure."

"I guarantee any potential suitors you could possibly want will be joining us the second week." Anthony added. "Between you and me, I think mother has decided to turn her match making tendencies towards Miss Edwina. Eloise is determined to thwart her at every turn, so she must direct her attentions towards a more willing target."

Mary laughed.

"With an offer of such help, how can I say no? We will be happy to join your family, my Lord."

"Excellent!" He got to his feet and held out his hand to Kate. "A turn about the room, Miss Sharma?"

Kate shook her head fondly but took his hand. Anthony tucked it into his arm to lead her towards the edge of the room, only to be stopped short by Newton, who ran over and flopped down on Anthony's shoes.

"What exactly is this creature?" he demanded, trying to move the dog who simply growled at him and stayed put.

"That is Newton." Kate said, clearly amused. "He's my dog."

Anthony pushed Newton with his foot, making the corgi sit up and…

Smile.

"Traitor." Kate told her pet.

"I think he's an excellent judge of character." Anthony said, laughing.

"I think he is simply susceptible to a pleasing smile." She said with a roll of her eyes.

"You find my smile pleasing?"

Kate felt a tightening in her abdomen as he gave her a slow smile and had to resist the urge to step closer.

"No, I said Newton finds your smile pleasing, my Lord." Kate said primly, grateful that her voice remained steady.

"I believe it is you that finds my smile pleasant and Newton is simply following his mistress's lead." He said, grinning now.

"It is so sad when the nobility becomes delusional, don't you agree, my Lord?"

Anthony just laughed, stepping over Newton, and continued their circuit of the room.

"I rather thought I'd bring Newton with me to Kent, if that's alright." She said. "I thought Gregory and Hyacinth might enjoy playing with him."

Anthony's heart swelled at her words. The fact that she had considered his siblings in her plans made him even more certain of his choice.

"I think you may never get him back." He told her. "Hyacinth's been begging for a dog for as long as she's known what one was."

"And you haven't gotten her one?" Kate demanded with playful surprise. "What kind of older brother are you?"

"The kind that understands that there are eight of us Bridgerton siblings and the last thing we needed was a dog." He shot back.

"I suppose that's valid." She relented. "So, tell me, my Lord, what sort of things do the Bridgertons do in the country?"

"Anything we want." He replied simply. "Riding, reading…Benedict usually paints. We play Pall Mall."

"What's Pall Mall?" she asked curiously.

Anthony's smile turned wicked.

"You'll have to wait and see." He told her cryptically. "Nothing I tell you could possibly do it justice. You should know that we Bridgertons can become rather blood thirsty, though."

"Imagine my surprise." Kate said dryly.

"I think you'll fit right in."

She shook her head at how excited he seemed and he stopped them, moving so he was facing her.

"I'm very happy you're coming." He told her softly. "It is my hope that you will like Aubrey Hall."

Every fiber of Kate's being wanted to reach up and touch him. To truly experience the softness in him as he looked at her.

"I'm sure I will love it, my Lord." She said, her voice just as soft. "How could I not when you so clearly do?"

Anthony brought her hand up to his lips, meeting her eyes as he kissed it softly before tucking it back into his arm and continuing on their way. As they walked, their attention turned to Edwina.

"Who do you think is the front runner?" he asked, keeping his voice low.

"I believe Edwina favors Lord Lumley." She replied, her voice also quiet. "Can you tell me what you know of him? My own opinion is favorable, but I would like to hear yours."

"How much would you like to know?" he asked, leading her to the other side of the room, away from the subject of their conversation. "Nothing I know is particularly awful, but some could be considered unfit for a lady's ear."

"I need to protect my sister." She told him fiercely. "Tell me everything."

"Lumley isn't a bad man." Anthony assured her. "Frankly, he's just what he appears to be, affable if simple."

Kate stifled a laugh and Anthony smirked at her.

"His tenants seem relatively happy." He continued. "His finances are in good order and there are no rumors of large debts. He neither drinks nor gambles to excess." Anthony hesitated before going on. "I do know that he has kept mistresses in the past, but as far as I know, he hasn't kept one since entering the marriage mart. I've never heard of him mistreating a woman. He's was his parents only child and both of them have since passed on. He needs to marry soon and produce an heir, otherwise the title passes to a distant cousin if something were to happen." He looked down at her and shrugged. "Of the candidates, he is far from the worst. I believe he would treat your sister well."

Kate's eyes were bright as she looked at him. After a moment, she wrapped her arm more securely around his, moving so she was right against him. Having her so close, with that scent filling the air was torture that he no desire to end.

"You are a good man, my Lord." She said softly. "Thank you for carrying about my sister."

"Of course." He replied. "Anything I can do, Miss Sharma, you have but to ask."

Kate smiled and ducked her head, but not before he could see her flush. All he wanted to do was stay here in this room with her, but he knew he couldn't.

"I did lie earlier, though, so I hope you will forgive me."

"Oh?"

"I have simply a million things I must do before we leave for Kent." He told her in a rush. "While I would like nothing more than to stay here with you, I should probably return to it."

"Of course, my Lord." She replied, grinning at him. "Thank you for surprising us with your invitation."

"Of course, Miss Sharma." He replied, answering her grin with a smirk of his own.

He led her back to Mary and took his leave. After he was gone, Kate studiously ignored her stepmother.

"Well," Mary said blandly, "I believe our time in the country will be most interesting."

Kate chose to continue ignoring her.

#Bridgerton #Bridgerton Season 2 #Anthony Bridgerton #Kate Sharma #Kathani Sharma #Anthony x Kate #Kate x Anthony #Kanthony

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tsukimefuku · 15 days

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old regrets and guilt ridden pasts (2) ꕥ higuruma hiromi

part 1 → this part → part 3 (soon) | mdni!

summary: you get home, only to find that hiromi is there ready to talk after your failed attempt to open up about your past. he intends to confront you on that, among other things.

tags: +18!, non-explicit! sex scenes, implied smut, f!reader, established relationship higuruma x reader, little to no cursing, reader is kind of emotionally stunted, romance, mentions of death, grief, angst, fluff, hurt + comfort (a lot of comfort, this is healing).

wc: 1.8k

notes etc.: heavy spoilers for "sand and snow" readers. this might be the loveliest thing i've written to date. thank you so much @redlikerozez for betaing it 🧡 written to the sound of running up that hill (kate bush) and heart skipped a beat (the xx) - the second one is the song that inspired the main scene. as always, i write flawed characters that can (and will) sometimes be assholes, but they're trying their best.

ꕥ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

When you came inside your apartment, there were no lights on. However, from the open door to your bedroom, you could see that Hiromi was laying down on your bed, probably fast asleep by this point.

Defeated, you left your things on the table and silently got in the room, stepping inside the bathroom to wash away all the grime and dirt (and hurt) from a godawful day.

'Godawful day' is definitely a good name for having memories of people long gone stirred up and thrown at your face, reviving your grief all over again.

You were still feeling guilty for not having talked to Hiromi about it, unable to not shut him out, yet again.

Why do I keep doing this? I'm such a jerk.

Upon finishing your shower, you came back into the room, and slid yourself into comfortable clothing before laying down beside him. Hiromi had his back turned to you, but he must've felt you on the bed, because he didn't take long to roll himself on the mattress and look at you.

He seemed upset, and with good reason.

"You could have entrusted me with your pain too, you know," Hiromi began, not giving you much time to muster up anything to say. Not even a good night.

You exhaled slowly, trying to collect your thoughts around it all. This day was an absolute rollercoaster of emotions.

"For you to learn my pain, I’d have to explain it, and I just... It is hard to explain exactly what happened and remembering that day," you offered. "Aside from me, Nanami is the only one who also saw it happen."

Hiromi considered what you said for a moment, but you could see the resolute way in which he softly shook his head.

"Still. I can’t fight you every step of the way for you to let me in. I’m your boyfriend."

The word lingered in the atmosphere around you.

He was, in fact, your boyfriend. You had been dating for a while then.

"We’re supposed to share these kinds of things so that we can be there for each other," he stated, a chide with a plead for understanding, while his thumb came up to press softly against your chin.

"I… I know. I’m sorry."

And you were, truly and deeply sorry, for everything. For pushing him into going along with that stupid idea of letting you inside his domain to get rid of your cursed technique temporarily, for retreating back into yourself when things grew dire, and for not letting him in when he expressly asked you to.

"What are you so afraid of?" Hiromi asked, in earnest.

You took some time to think about his question.

What were you so afraid of, after all, that you couldn't let him in — or at least felt like it, many times?

Then, you realized.

"I'm scared that… That you will leave me too," you began, "I'm terrified that I will have opened myself up, all vulnerable and shit, and then for some reason, I'm left alone again. That's a recurring theme in my life."

"My love, in case that ever happens, keeping me at arms length won’t make it hurt any less."

You chuckled bitterly.

"Funny you should say that. I said the same thing earlier today."

Hiromi edged himself closer softly under the covers, approaching you gently.

"It takes one to know one, right?" he offered, in a kind and loving voice.

"I guess it does," you answered with a minute smile on your face.

"So, will you let me in now?" he inquired, holding your gaze. "Please."

You knew he'd surely be aware of at least the gist of the story, due to the evidence inside the envelope he never got to open before you confessed to your brother's "murder".

Still, it was different. He had to hear you say it, tell him the whole story.

So, you inhaled deeply, ready to dive in the murky lake of your past, before proceeding.

"My brother. He was…" considering for a moment, there was no word that could really convey it. Not entirely. You settled for "everything."

A sigh.

"He was… The sun to my moon. My brother was the laughter, the joy, the silly jokes, the shoes thrown around the house, the noise, the annoyance, the smell of curry in the kitchen, the helping hand, the coming home to, no matter how dire things got."

Silence.

"And then, in one night, there was… none of him anymore. Nothing, just his cold dead body laying on the ground."

A moment that felt like ten.

"I… We were twins, and a part of me, I guess… just died with him. I don’t think I’ll ever get it back. So here I am, still living with this hole inside me, where some piece used to be. His piece."

Hiromi stayed quiet for a second, pulling your knuckles kindly against his lips.

"My sun is gone, and I'm drifting, untethered. I…" You took a heavy huff of air inside your lungs. Yet, you were still breathless, the ache weighing on your thorax like a hydraulic press.

"This grief is like a tar pit, and no matter what I do, this faceless monster just keeps sucking me under."

Your last words dropped to the drum of a eulogy, the one you never got to do.

His palm descended lightly on your cheek as the night breeze gently brushed over the window. The room was dark, dimly lit by moonlight and streetlamps bleeding through the curtain, but it became remarkably quiet. Silent.

Cotton filled ears while the world stopped moving for a second, waiting under a muted heartbeat.

One. Two. Three. Four beats.

His gaze softened — rather than darkened — as his lips approached, all pacify, and yearning, and empathy, and commiseration. Upon contact, your eyes fluttered into a deeper dimness, letting your mind drift around, away and back again, as he began his first attempt to tether you.

You may have lost your sun, but you wouldn't keep drifting away, not anymore.

He wouldn't let that happen.

My love…

Yes?

Eyes on me.

One. Two. Three. Four beats.

Okay.

Dexterous hands pulled you back to Earth, drawing you deeper into his orbit when they fit themselves securely and unfaltering against your waist.

Warm digits kneaded over the celestial wanderer drowned in the tar pit of painful remembrance.

Your senses thickened, your pupils grew wider, and your touch found the nape of his neck, seeking the halo of his comfort.

He was always so comfortable.

Just like coming home to.

He felt at home in you, too.

Another kiss. Gentler. Kinder.

The dark against your fluttered-shut eyelids didn't steal you away from him again, though. He had placed himself firmly around you, with an inevitable gravitational pull, all understanding, warm and welcoming, with the soft press of his entire body against yours.

Your senses heightened — you smelled him, touched him, heard him, felt him. The rhythm of his breath, now softly hitched. His chest, up and down, pulsing with longing. His skin, silvery glow under the moonlight.

Hiromi smelled…

Well, he smelled like Hiromi.

The best smell there was.

Earthly bound, finally.

His mouth, teeth, lips, all made their way to slit themselves against the edge of your jaw.

May I?

Please.

One, two, three, four beats.

A sharp exhale leaves your lips as his teeth sink against the softness of your chin, crawling up to your mouth, hot breaths mixing with one another, two stardust clouds melting together.

He bit your bottom lip and let it go, then brushed his own mouth against yours. So feathery. So delicate.

Another kiss.

You lock against each other with little to no exploration — you've walked these paths before. You do so with the soft embrace of familiarity. The velvety reassurance of known lovers.

All to the gravitational beat that surrounded you both.

You grasped each other's hands against your clothes, and gentle as could be, the fabric slowly unraveled itself from your bodies, sliding their delicate way down the floor, forgotten.

Hiromi began nosing his way down your skin, but your hands cupped his jaw, pulling him back.

A pause.

Four heartbeats.

Eyes on me, remember?

A huff, almost a laugh, and the kindest peck.

Okay, my love.

His hand made its way under the duvet, all electric, and liquid, and cold, and hot, pressing the air out of your lungs. He was happy to inhale you in, open-mouthed and muddy, as you hitched and whimpered to his rhythm.

You were quick to fall apart, undoing to him, arching your entire body. Almost losing yourself.

But he pulled you back, the other hand resting over your shoulder blades, remembering you.

Eyes on me.

As you tried descending yourself, he held you back.

This time, it would be all about you.

Gently pulling you under, his thumbs brushed against your shoulders with tenderness. His eyes flickered with trepidation and affection, as your foreheads pressed to one another. Hiromi pushed and sunk slowly into you, hooked nose snuggled beside yours.

To say he was making love to you wouldn’t be wrong, but paled in comparison to this.

He was loving you tenderly, honestly, just so you could take some of that love he poured into you and give it to yourself, filling the gaping hole left behind by an abrupt absence. The forever and always empty seat in the front row of your life.

He pleaded internally, please, may this be enough.

He was loving you so wholeheartedly, giving you all the warmth you offered to most people but yourself, that you could’ve wept — you probably did, the dampening on his cheek brushing against yours made that evident.

"Touch me." Love me.

"Yes." I do. I will.

Hiromi tried, kind and gentle, loving this grief into vanishing, willing it into non-existence.

My love. My whole, entire love.

But he couldn't, it was engraved in black all over your flesh, your bones, and your soul.

Each kiss while he wrapped his arms around you, tucking you underneath him, was an attempt at chipping away on your armor of pain and loss.

As he rocked your hips gently, he imprinted on your skin every inch of affection you needed to soothe yourself, but you were finding it difficult to pick up these pieces and ensemble the puzzle.

You found it hard to let all your guilt go, after all. It was already an old companion of sorts.

Drinking your voice in as you tipped over the fall, he thought for a moment, could I steal her pain away?

He'd do it in a single heartbeat if he could, if only to repay you for saving him after he had gone past the point of no return.

Some days after that, coming back to this moment, you would finally understand other people's shortcomings from a deeply personal and subjective perspective.

It was hard, after all, being forgiven without forgiving yourself.

Tag list (that I keep forgetting, sorry): @yammy-yammy-yama @g-kleran @otomesass

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youreatotalposer · 2 years

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Out of the woods

Kate Bishop x Reader

Warning: Car Accident, Blood , Controlling

Angst, Break up, minor fluff

word count: 653

A/N: the start of a series of One shots that reflect Taylor Swift songs. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I dont own the rights to the lyrics. Ms. Taylor Swift Does.

-10 MONTHS AGO-

Looking at it now, It all seems so simple

Kate and I were lying on her couch, she reached over me and grabbed her polaroid camera off the end table and took a picture. “I want to remember this exact moment forever.” She smiled at me and my heart skipped a beat.

The rest of the world was in black and white

But we were in screaming color

I started thinking to myself, Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet? “Remember last December? When you said we were built to fall apart, and fall back together?” I looked at her smiling, “I was right, see? We fell back together, and we are better than ever.” She chuckled. Kate used to wear this gold necklace that had a gold ‘K’ pendant on it that her dad had given her before he died. She had given it to me on our one-year anniversary and made me promise to always wear it. I never take it off, and it will forever be hanging from my neck.

“I have an idea!” she got up quickly and started pushing the furniture to the wall to clear out a space in the middle of the room. “What are we doing?” I said as I stood up. “Y/N. We are going to dance!” she said with a huge grin on her face.

The night we could quite forget, When we decided

To move the furniture so we could dance, Baby like we stood a chance

“Stick your arms out and let’s pretend to be paper air planes flying!” I said while making plane noises, she followed my lead. Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet? Good.

-9 MONTHS AGO -

Remember when you hit the breaks too soon?

“KATE WATCH OUT!” I screamed from the passenger seat as a car drove straight into us. Kate slammed on the breaks, and she hit her head on the steering wheel. Glass shattered, I hit my face on the dashboard, and I could feel my nose break. I looked over at Kate and there was blood running down her face, and her eyes were closed. “KATE!” I tried to unbuckle, but my seat belt was locked. I tried to get to her before the world went dark.

Twenty stiches in a hospital room

When you started crying, baby I did too

But when the sun came up, I was looking at you

A bone reset and twenty stiches later we were both released from the hospital, we caught a taxi back to the apartment and climbed into bed.

-6 MONTHS AGO-

Remember when you couldn’t take the heat

Kate and I were yelling back and forth about me going on a trip to Europe to see one of my closest friends. “YOU ARE NOT LEAVING ME HERE FOR TWO MONTHS TO GO SPEND IT WITH SOMEONE I DON’T EVEN KNOW!” She slammed her hands down on the kitchen table. “DID YOU FORGET WE ARE NOT MARRIED; YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN NOT DO!” I started packing my stuff, I was not going to be in a relationship where I was going to be controlled. This only started happening after the accident.

“WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?” she tried to grab my bags out of my hands. “Kate Let go! I am leaving for good!” I made my way to the door. “You can’t leave me, Y/n.. I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.” She started begging me to stay, it was too late.

I walked out, I said I’m setting you free

But the monsters turned out to be just trees

I guess we were never out of the woods or in the clear. That was the last time I ever saw Kate Bishop. I moved to Europe and never looked back.

Tag List: @alotofpockets

#kate bishop x reader #hawkeye #hailee steinfeld #kate bishop #hawkeye spoilers #mcu phase 4 #kayak fics #taylor swift #out of the woods

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Medic (Part 2)

Warning - injury / accident / bit of flirtiness

Authors Note - I'm not medically trained in the slightest - forgive me for any inaccuracies!!

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton

You looked round, hoping to see him standing to the side, but no. He must've been under that rubble.. and the rigging...

You shouted for everyone to stay back to reduce the risk of any further collapse and slowly stepped onto the set, checking above you to make sure no more debris was going to drop. Once you were sure it was clear, you slowly edged onto the rubble, stepping where you could see the floor, careful not to dislodge anything.

"Cillian?! Cillian, can you hear me?" You called, hearing no response as your heart skipped a beat. You composed yourself and stood as still as possible, looking through the debris. You spotted his hand, sticking out from between the rigging.

You could just about make out his body, he wasn't moving. You could see his chest rising and falling, but the motion of it massively concerned you.

"Anto, call an ambulance - his breathing isn't right! Someone come help me move this stuff off him, slowly!" You called, not taking your eyes off him. His chest was moving up and down irregularly - all your years in A&E, you recognised a punctured lung when you saw one.

Three of the crew came over and following your strict instructions, they lifted each piece of ceiling off the pile, revealing more of Cillian's body. The movement and noise roused him, you saw his eyes flutter open.

"Cillian, do not move! Stay completely still until I've checked you over, say YES if you understand?"

"Y-yes...." He groaned, clearly in pain. Each item lifted caused him to cry out.

"Do not move..." You warned, making your way to him now a path had been cleared. Anto had brought your bag over and placed it at your side as you moved into Cillian's line of sight.

"An ambulance is on its way - you're fine, okay? I need you to tell me where it hurts."

"Chest... Right side..." He coughed and winced. You knew there was a small piece of rigging resting on his ribs and now you were closer you could see it had clearly broken his lower ribs.

"Breathing?"

"Can't.. get.. air..." He was struggling. Really struggling. You didn't have time to wait for the ambulance, he'd lose too much oxygen. Taking a deep breath, you took out a scalpel and plastic tube, along with bandages, a syringe and antiseptic spray.

"Cillian, I need to reinflate your lung. If I don't do it now, you'll suffocate. Paul, can you hold him still please?" Paul came over and you put his arms across Cillian's upper body.

"The... Fuck?" He gasped, seeing the scalpel in your hand.

"I need to do this. If I don't, you won't be able to breathe in around 2 minutes time... Trust me. I've done thousands of these.." You didn't give him time to argue. You injected a numbing agent into his side, and immediately sliced into the skin. He tried to scream but the sound didn't leave his lips, too breathless to make any noise. He struggled against Paul, and Anto came over to help pin him down. You ignored his whimpers as you inserted the tube, immediately feeling the rush of air escaping it. You inserted a syringe into the top of the tube and slowly pulled to release the air into it, closely monitoring how much came out so as not to pull too much.

Within minutes he took deeper breaths, his skin losing the blue tinge you'd noticed moments after arriving at his side. You removed the syringe but kept the tube in place, bandaging tightly around it. Your fingers moved to the back of his neck as you checked his spine.

"I need you to tell me if you feel any pain, or if you feel nothing. Okay?"

"Okay.."

You fingers moved down his neck, he confirmed he could feel it but no pain. You moved to his legs, the same response. At that moment, paramedics arrived.

You handed over to them, explaining what you'd done, and they took over as you stepped back. Your hands started to shake.

"Drink this..." Kate was next to you suddenly, handing you a cup of sweet tea. She wrapped her arm over you to comfort you as your whole body shook. "You're in shock, drink that. You'll be fine."

"I can't believe I just did that... I've never done one before!"

"I thought you said -"

"I lied, I didn't want to scare him.. I've only seen other doctors do them.. what if I've fucked it up?"

"y/n, he's breathing. You didn't fuck it up, I think you just saved his life! Shit me, y/n, have you seen your leg?" You looked down and saw blood - you must've caught your shin on a stray piece of rigging, a huge gash ran across it. Kate got to work checking it out, confirming you definitely needed stitches and let the paramedics know. They said you could jump in Cillian's ambulance.

Once you'd been stitched up, you asked the nurse about Cillian. She had left around ten minutes ago, promising to find out for you. Instead of the nurse coming back, it was a doctor. A doctor you knew from medical school, he'd been your teacher.

"Dr. Taylor?"

"I knew it was you when the paramedics told me! Y/n, you saved that man's life - he would have suffocated if you hadn't intervened when you did!" The relief flooded through you.

"I was so scared I'd done more damage... Is he going to be okay?"

"He's discharged himself - he just needs monitoring in fairness. Broken rib that will heal in time is the worst of it. He said you were the onset medic - can you take it from here?"

"Yes of course. I'll make sure he heals properly. Do you have any supplies?" He nodded and handed you a bag containing antibiotics, bandages and antiseptic lotions and creams.

"He's waiting outside for you. As soon as he found out you were here he refused to leave until you did." You smiled at his gesture. He must've been dying to get back to his hotel.

Heading into the family room, he was waiting. He looked exhausted, blood on his white shirt. Standing gently, he pulled you into a hug.

"Thank you. For what you did. Wouldn't be standing here with you now if you hadn't."

"Just doing my job."

"Don't be so modest. I owe you.."

"Well you can pay me back by taking this medication, resting for a few days and let me take care of you without giving me another death stare?" You smirked.

"Yeah.. it's not every day someone stabs you in the ribs!"

"All in the name of saving your ass Murphy!"

You got back to the hotel and followed Cillian to his room. He had to pause every so often to catch his breath and wince from the pain of his broken rib, to the point where you eased yourself under his arm and helped him across the hallway.

"Are you sure you should have left the hospital?"

"I hate hospitals, and I kinda hoped you'd take the reins."

"That's what I'm here for. Give me your room key." You took the key from him and opened the door, easing him through gently and sitting him slowly on the sofa.

"When can I get back to work?"

"You'll need a couple of days before your lung inflates back to full capacity, and your rib won't heal fully for weeks yet. I know you're on a tight schedule but I won't clear you for work for three days minimum Cillian." He rolled his eyes on frustration, slowly lying down on the sofa.

"Fuck..."

"I know, I'm sorry.. listen my room is just down the hall. Here's my mobile number. If you need me, just call okay?"

"You're going already?"

"You've taken your meds, all you need to do is rest now. Get some sleep if you can?"

"Fat chance of that, my ribs are on fire. They gave me paracetamol, like that's gonna do anything..."

"You allergic to anything?" He confirmed no, and you promised him you'd be back, quickly running to your room.

"Tramadol," you smiled, handing him one of the pills and a glass of water when you got back. "Only take one - it'll help you sleep. Come on, you need to be in bed."

He took the pill, and once it had kicked in a few minutes later he let you pull him up and lead him to his bed. His feet unsteady underneath him as the drug entered his system, you had to help him undress, chuckling slightly watching him attempt it himself.

"You look like a drunk old man!" You laughed, taking over from him and unbuttoning his trousers. Pushing them to the floor, his crotch in your immediate eyeline, you tried to remain professional - the temptation to look was too much though and you couldn't stop yourself stealing a small glance.

"Like what you see y/n?" He smirked, noticing your eyes widen and your cheeks flush. He wasn't even hard, but the outline was clear as day through his boxers - if he was that big soft, Jesus...

"What? Oh no, I uh..."

"No? Hmm. Might wanna tell your face." You looked away quickly, standing up to unbutton his shirt. Slowly easing it over his bruised shoulder, you couldn't help looking at his toned, hairless chest, the ripped muscles in his arms. You cleared your throat, and involuntarily bit your lip, you could feel your core throbbing and mentally scolded yourself.

"Look at me," he lifted your chin and your eyes met his.

"Once I'm healed, and able to move - I'll make it up to you my own way. Deal?"

"Your own way?" His hand caressed your cheek softly, eyes never leaving yours, as he gently leaned in to kiss you. As much as you tried to fight it, you couldn't, and you returned his kiss. You could tell he wanted to ignite things further, but the tramadol you'd given him was coursing through him, making his legs unsteady. You pulled away, easing him down into bed and pulled the covers over him. Quickly grabbing his mobile phone and putting it on his bedside table, along with the note with your phone number, you noticed he was out cold. You pressed your finger to your lips, a slight jump in your heartbeat at what had just happened, but remembering quickly that he was high as a kite on painkillers and wouldn't remember a thing come morning.

"But I'll remember, and that's enough for me," you thought out loud, smiled and headed out into the lounge area. You called Anto and updated him on what had happened.

"I'm gonna stay until he wakes up - Tramadol can have weird side effects, I'm going to keep my eye on him, if that's okay?" You asked, not wanting to annoy your boss on your first day.

"Y/n please - you're needed there more than here right now. Stay with him until he's healed up, we can film everything else while he's resting. Three days you say?"

"At least. I need to know his lung is back to normal before I can clear him for work again."

"Not a problem. His health comes first. Thank you for taking care of him y/n."

"Anytime. I'll keep you in the loop."

You hung up, and immediately heard him groaning. Knowing what was coming, you grabbed the washing up bowl and ran into his room just in time for him to throw up into it.

"Looks like I'm staying here until the Tramadol wears off at least..."

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