#word count: 2273

[theelfsongbard]

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Pairing: spawn!Astarion x AFAB!reader

Summary: after the epilogue, you and Astarion share a summer’s afternoon together in the meadow. For @oharahive’s breeding kink challenge!

Warnings: epilogue spoilers, breeding kink, mentions of potential future pregnancy

Word Count: 2273

Image source: https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/760123243354175763/

These past 6 months have been the counterweight to 200 years of misery. Thank you.

He had said those words to you weeks ago, and from then, he had slowly been opening up more and more to you. More frank, more transparent with his feelings than ever before. Today, he is quiet again but you know his mind is anything but, still coming to terms with his grand adventure and the turn of fate that it has brought with it. All at once, he speaks up.

“You bring me the best happiness. You show me the way, where I cannot see and you give me love where I don’t always deserve it. I don’t know how you do it, but I will always be grateful for you.”

The summer breeze blows over the meadow, sifting over the long grass like a wave of verdant green. How lovely it is, to be here, to be loved. Astarion’s thoughts lazily drift as he rests his head in your lap, his eyes shut and sheltered from the sunlight by the wide canopy of an old oak. Slowly he breathes in, bringing cool air into lungs that no longer work. Things have changed drastically in the past 6 months, and now, despite his condition, he found himself flourishing and a free man.

Above him, your gentle humming stops though your hand in his hair continues to massage his scalp with just the right amount of pressure. “And I would give up anything to see you happy for all eternity without hesitation. Has last night’s party been on your mind, love? You’ve been introspective lately.”

“How can I help myself, darling? I can’t help but think about how things could’ve turned out so differently, and yet every iteration I think about, I cannot imagine myself being happier than I am now. You led me here and I… hate to think what life would be like without you being my guiding light. I’d be bitter, resentful, enslaved still by my own will or by Cazador. And I know that I was not always easy to love, but you stayed anyways when it would have been so easy to walk away.”

“You are worthy of love. I have chosen to love you because waking up to your smile every day and seeing you grow into who you are brings me joy. You are my home and my guide. The obstacles we faced together only strengthened our bond.”

Astarion cracks one vermillion eye open, a knowing smirk on his lips, “You like my smile? Why don’t you tell me more?” His voice deepens playfully as he drags you down to press some feather-light kisses on your mouth. This is his way of processing his feelings on complicated topics, as if he is afraid that wallowing in his thoughts any longer will eat him alive even though he has become less self-conscious about openly sharing his thoughts now.

You gasp in feigned scandalousness, “If I feed your ego too much, you might be too full of yourself for tonight’s dinner! I suppose you’ll just have to settle with knowing that you’re just lovely.” The way you giggle into his mouth sets something alight in him and he flips himself over, pinning you down into the grass below him, earning him a squeal of delighted surprise. This time, it’s your turn to lean up and capture his lips with her own, pulling a low rumbling chuckle from deep in his throat that vibrates through his chest and into hers where he presses against you. “Cheeky little thing aren't you?” the sound of his voice combined with the feeling of his arms caging you in makes your heart beat wildly in its ribcage. Nobody plays the game of seduction better than Astarion and the past 6 months together have only given him time to learn exactly what makes you tick.

“If you're worried about me being too full for dinner, I suppose I can always have dinner a little earlier, if you'll permit it. There's always room for dessert afterwards.” his lips graze tantalisingly over the exposed skin of your neck, his nose nuzzling the shell of your ear with care.

The ring of your laugh chimes like a bell on the wind, “Oh, just stop playing coy and come down for a bite then!”

You don’t need to ask twice before you feel his fangs probing for the blood beneath your skin before finally piercing into your neck, you grit your teeth and cling to his arms as he bears down. The feeling of pain never gets any better no matter how many times he feeds from you, but you have gotten used to the icy pricks and the ensuing numbness as he draws the blood from your body into his. It's his chest that warms first, followed by the healthy flush of life that fills his cheeks and… more intimate regions making itself known by the hardening desire pressed into your stomach.

Drunk on the fresh bouquet of your blood, Astarion laps his tongue against the puncture wounds at your neck, capturing the remnants of his dinner as it runs from the site. An appreciative moan pours from his throat, and when he pulls away at last, you can see that his eyes burn with fire and need. Feeding Astarion doesn’t always lead to sex, but the intimacy of the act makes it a very appealing activity for you both and today is one of those days.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about our future as well, what adventures it might hold for us both,” he kisses up your neck, tickling you and leaving you gasping for air as he teases. The only coherent word you can manage to utter is a shaky “yes?”.

“And I had the most interesting chat with Gale at the party.”

You frowned, wondering where on earth he was going with this. There was once a time when he and Gale weren’t on the best of terms with one another, not in the least because he was also competing for your affection when it was clearly already given to Astarion. Although time had mellowed out Astarion’s moodiness and dislike of the wizard, you couldn't help but think that perhaps it was jealousy that had stoked the fire of his appetite today.

“Oh? And what about him?” you squirmed about as his lips found your ear.

“It's nothing about him, but it is about us. You see, he was telling me about a guest lecturer he had at his school, a dhampir.”

Oh. Oh. So that was what was on his mind.

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” The implication hung there, tantalising. The idea of children wasn’t a topic that you had broached with Astarion. In all honesty, you had both had your hands full with other things; adventuring, searching for a cure to vampirism, working to rebuild the Underdark for the many spawn that had been released from Cazador’s manse. But now that he had mentioned it, your mind couldn't help but be filled with images of Astarion lovingly gazing down at a small fragile bundle close to his chest, swathed in cloth. Astarion smiling as he held out a finger clutched by tiny hands. Astarion cooing and stroking its cheek as it drifted into a trance, protected from the cruelty of the world by his love. “Astarion.” A familiar tingle of heat fills you and concentrates itself at your core as the thoughts suffocate the forefront of your mind until nothing else surfaces.

“Think of them reaching for us, seeking the comfort of our loving embrace, filling our home with joy in the mornings.” he breathes in wantonly, inhaling your intoxicating scent. You are fertile, and the tang of your blood on his tongue and the scent of it lets him know that your body is ready at its peak to receive a child if you should choose to do so. “I’m ready for a child, if you are, my love.” he breathes it like a promise against your mouth, forehead pressed to yours waiting for your answer.

“Yes. I am ready.” you respond in kind, kissing him earnestly. “Give me your child.”

Astarion’s ministrations grow as much as his enthusiasm. From where he is hovering above you, he growls with a hint of possessiveness and primal joy. The fact that you were willing was a promise of security, of having you by his side in the years to come with the knowledge that you loved him so much that you would choose to create something that would immortalise your expression of love for each other in flesh and bone and flowing blood.

You were his of your own choosing and he was yours. Would always choose you and stand by your side. The thought drives him mad and admist the attention that he lavishes on your lips, a hand snakes down your body, freeing your tucked shirt and undressing you with uncanny dexterity and speed fueled by his need to have you as his partner and his mate. Immediately. To press you down and fill you to the bursting with his essence until his seed overflowed in your womb and blessed you both with child.

His hand is distracted by the curve of your breasts, kneading them gently as he begins to move down your body to lick and suckle on them. The moans pouring from you only serve to heighten his own arousal and fill him with satisfaction as he plays you with all the expertise of a bard with a well-acquainted instrument. When he finally relieves you of your pants, he lovingly dips a finger along your folds, making you buck your hips up, collecting the slick and rubbing it against your clit, revelling in the way you’re already wet with desire for him causing a shiver to run through your body. “Excited, darling?” he dares to tease out with that high giggle of his. The heat in your cheeks only grows as you huff, “you don’t say. Please, don’t stop now.” you're so desperate for his touch, to feel him inside you.

He chuckles, “Only because you’re so desperate -“. He licks a long stripe up through them, but despite pretending otherwise, the hold you have on him is too great and inhumanly quickly, he scrambles back up, his knee hooking up under yours to open you up and pulling himself free from his trousers as he aligns himself with your entrance, coating himself in you before pushing in until he’s fully sheathed in your warm heat. The unexpected stretch rips a stifled yelp of pleasure from you and Astarion can’t help but moan in kind. “Don’t hide, let me hear you.”

Waiting until you’ve adjusted to him, he lifts your knees up to his shoulders, folding you over so that he can bury himself deeper inside. The new position brings you closer to the edge as he thrusts with increasing vigour, losing himself in the need to fill you up completely, imagining his seed taking and the swell of your belly bearing the evidence of your passion for everyone to see. “I want to see you dripping with my seed, fucked full until there’s no room left for anything else.”

“Then do it!” you just about screamed as he reached between you to rub on your clit. “Give it to me,” you sobbed, “until there’s nothing left to give.” the added pressure sent you tumbling over the edge, and your vision blacked out momentarily as your mind tried to catch up with your body, still spasming and twitching around his cock, milking him of all he had as he met his release with a shuddering roar, driving himself even deeper than he had before as he spent himself inside you. He doesn't move to pull out, keeping himself and his spend inside you do as long as possible and the intention of the action makes you clench slightly around his softening cock drawing a hiss from Astarion. “You want to go again, love?”

Catching your breath, from the exertion you couldn't help but drag him down to lay beside you, holding him close as you rest your head on his arm, nuzzling close to his neck and inhaling his comforting scent. It spells safety and tenderness that you know is only reserved for you. “Not right now, Astarion. I'm exhausted, but maybe we do it again another day,” you say with a laugh, “after all, if it doesn’t work this time, we’ll just have to keep on trying.”

“Well,” he says with a lazy kiss, “I’m very on board with your idea.”

“This is nice. This is really nice,” you whisper to him. “I just want to lay here with you forever.”

His hand snakes over to rest on your waist, the reassuring weight grounding you and the gentle press of his lips to your hair making your heart flutter. “Then let’s stay, for a little while longer at least. Close your eyes, darling.” Without even being able to see it, you can hear the smile on Astarion’s lips as he says it. You can’t help but feel a swell of contentment and pride at these moments of softness where so much was said with so few words.

You don't know how long you lay there in the field with Astarion, holding each other as the sun sank below the horizon but the next time you’re pulled from your trance, it’s the stars that watch over you as you anticipate the hopeful possibility of what might come to fruition.

#astarion smut #astarion x f!tav #astarion x f!reader #astarion x female reader #astarion x female tav #AFAB reader

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Season of Scandal (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Summary: There are few people you hate more in life than Benedict Bridgerton, unfortunately, it seems as though you'll have to get used to him

TW: Female reader, period typical misogyny, suggestive, enemies to lovers

Word Count: 2273

A/N: Let me know if you want a part 2!

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Dearest Reader,

The start of a new season is always something to celebrate. Those of lower morals will be placing bets on who will marry whom. If this writer were a betting woman, she would wager that Mr. Benedict Bridgerton will end the season with yet another broken proposal, while Ms. (Y/N) (L/N) will finally take a caller. I have always bet on the long-shot, and Ms. (L/N) is no exception.

Yes, Reader, I can assure you that this season will indeed be something to watch. But, rest assured, I will be the first to inform you if you win or lose your wagers. 

~Lady Whistledown

“Oh, Benedict, have you seen the new Whistledown?” Eloise yells, bounding down the steps with the pamphlet in her hand.

“I take it you have,” he mumbles with an amused smile, “and I have no doubt you will tell me about it.”

Thrusting the paper in his face, she explains, “She wrote about you. It seems she, like the rest of us, believes that you will never be married.”

He shrugs. “It is not my fault Ms. Pierceton received a proposal from a man with a larger wallet.”

“How come when you have a marriage fall through, it is perfectly normal, but when it happens to me, I’m one step away from becoming a spinster!”

He half listens to her rant as he stares at his sketchbook. He hopes he appears rather unphased by the whole article, though that is far from the truth. He’s not bothered by being a bachelor. What he is bothered by is being mentioned in the same sentence as you, implying that he is just as unmarriable as you. His lack of marriage has nothing to do with his own faults, while yours is because you are so stuck up and overall unlikeable. He has had plenty of women wish to marry him. You have never had two dances with the same man.

You roll your eyes as you read the article. Of course, you would be deemed as unmarriable as that pompous fool. Every conversation you have attempted with the man has ended with a foot stomp and heel turn by one or both of you. 

Crumpling up the paper, you toss it as far from you as possible. Trying not to let the article affect you, you call your maid in to help you dress for the art show today. Your mother has not stopped talking about it, and Lord help you if you cause her to miss it just because you are upset about a gossip column. 

Your arm is linked with hers as you walk into the gallery. The building is full of people. Women try to spend enough of their husband’s money to prove their status, and artists are eager to help them. Your mother immediately spots a group of women she knows, leading both of you over to them. They drone on about the art and artists, as the topic changes to the upcoming social season, you excuse yourself to look at the art. There are very few things you would like to discuss less than the social season.

The building is open enough that you do not need a chaperone; your mother can see you from where she is, if she bothers to look for you. 

You focus on a painting of a building. The dark sky beautifully contrasts the warmness of the building. Light seems to pour out of it, drawing you in.

“You know,” the all too familiar voice of Benedict Bridgerton starts, “this is one of my favorites.”

The painting immediately turns sour for you. “I can’t imagine why.”

He smirks. “You must have a sixth sense.”

“What do you mean?”

He takes a step closer, almost too close to be appropriate, but not quite inappropriate. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. “You have never been able to compliment me, even when you do not know that I am the one who deserves it.”

“What are you saying, Mr. Bridgerton?”

“I am the artist of this painting.”

“No wonder it is so hideous,” you lie.

He chuckles. “Are you saying you have no interest in it?”

“I’m saying I have no interest in you or anything you create.” You move to leave, but it seems your mother has perfect timing and approaches the two of you before you have the chance.

“Oh, (Y/N), what a lovely painting! Don’t you agree, Mr. Bridgerton?”

He wears a stupidly smug grin as he answers, “Well, I would have to, Lady (L/N), I am quite familiar with the artist. I would say this is one of his best works.”

His grin only gets wider as your mother makes a deal to buy the painting and calls him “such a talented young man.” Your mother, like every other mother in the Ton had heard the news that Mr. Bridgerton was eligible for yet another season. She was not going to waste the opportunity to set you up with him. “I am so sorry to hear about your engagement, Mr. Bridgerton.”

He offers a strained laugh. “Thank you. Though, I imagine this might be a blessing in disguise.”

“Of course,” she agrees. “I’m sure you have a much better idea of what you want now. That is what (Y/N) says after turning down a proposal. She believes that each courtship has shown her what she would prefer. You would think by now someone would have met her standards,” she laughs.

He gives you a smirk before turning back to your mother. “That certainly is one way to look at it.”

She looks like she is going to embarrass you further, so you grab her arm, urging her home. She sighs. “I do hope you will be at Lady Danbury's ball tomorrow evening.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” he promises. “Take care Lady (L/N).” As he leaves, your mother turns to you, giving you a glare that tells you you will behave yourself at the ball, or you will most definitely face the wrath of God.

Benedict would rather be anywhere else than here. He contemplates taking the carriage back to his house, letting the others figure their own ways back as penance for bringing him here in the first place, but the whining he would hear from Eliose would not be worth it. 

Your dress is so tight that you feel as though you can barely breathe. Your mother insisted that you get a new one. After all, one cannot wear a dress to multiple balls. You have to admit, it is a lovely dress. It is so lovely, in fact, that Benedict Bridgerton himself glances in your direction. At the moment, it seems like more of a punishment than a reward. 

Benedict watches you as you walk in, taken aback by you. The dress looks remarkable on you, he thinks. Though, he placates the thought by assuring himself that the dress is so lovely that it would make a horse look like a princess. It only makes you look like a duchess.

As the night continues, you find yourself becoming more and more fatigued. You need a moment to yourself. What you really need is to get out of this dress, but you know you will be stuck in this particular cage until the end of the night. Managing to sneak away from your mother for a moment, you head into the garden. The cool air does wonders to distract you from your evening.

“Of course,” a voice groans. Of course, he is here. Where else would Benedict Bridgerton be than the last place you want him?

“I am not here for you,” you say, leaning against the side of the building. The dress is certainly taking its toll on you. You slide down, the rough exterior of the building creating tears in your dress.

He drones on about something, no doubt a quip about your improperness, but you can’t focus on him. 

“Ms. (L/N)?” he calls. You feel his arms around you, and you slump against him. “Ms. (L/N)?” You want to answer. You want to tell him to get off of you, but you don’t have the strength. His hand slides under your corset. You want to scream, but the relief is too good. He loosens the ties just enough to all you need to breathe again.

Leaning against Mr. Bridgerton, you start to catch your breath. His hand is still on your back, though now it is keeping your dress in place. “Ms. (L/N), are you alright?”

“I think so.” You look up at him. His eyes are not cold and cruel as they normally are when he looks at you. Instead, they’re filled with concern. Your heart swells with the knowledge that that concern is for you.

“I’m sorry,” he stammers out. “I didn’t mean to take-my sisters always complain they can’t breathe in their dresses. At her first ball, Francesca almost-and I didn’t want you to-”

You give him a soft smile. “Thank you. It’s just what I needed.”

“Are you okay? Can I?” He gestures vaguely at your dress.

“Please, just a little looser.”

Nodding, he gets to work. His fingers shake as he starts to relace your corset. He’s not sure what happened to him. No one wants to see someone pass out, but Benedict thinks, a normal person would have called your mother over to help you rather than undress you in public. 

“Thank you,” you whisper.

Dearest Reader,

Well, well, well. I know that you expect to hear all about the latest scandals from me, but it appears that not even I know what truly happened at the Danbry ball last night. It appears that there is a rumor of some rather improper conduct between some of our favorites. I dare not publish their names and cause more trouble than just this rumor will.

I promise you, Reader, that once we have more than a rumor, I will be the first to tell you all about it

~Lady Whistledown

Benedict’s heart beats through his chest. No one should have seen you, and if they had, surely they would have realized that nothing had happened.

“Oh, who do you think it is?” Eliose asks. “What do you think happened? Did you see anything?”

“Do you have nothing better to do?” he snaps.

She shrinks before leaving the room. If he weren’t so preoccupied, he would have apologized or at least felt bad. He knows what he has to do. He’s never hated being a gentleman more.

“(Y/N),” your mother calls. “You have a caller.”

You panic. You were stressed enough about the Whistledown article, and now you have to act like a person in front of someone you barely know as you try to figure out a way out of this. Walking down the stairs feels like a death march, and when you see who’s waiting for you.

“Mr. Bridgerton,” you greet.

He smiles, uttering a quick an awkward greeting. It seems as if he knows what needs to be done and is just as much a fan of it as you are. He puts on a nice show, winning your mother over, who will no doubt tell your father all about the wonderful man who wants to marry you and how you seem more than excited for his proposal. You have to be. What choice do you have?

“Thank you for a lovely afternoon, Lady (L/N), Ms. (L/N),” Mr. Bridgerton says, “but I’m afraid I must be going.” 

“Oh, of course,” your mother gushes. “It was absolutely lovely to see you. I hope we will see you this weekend.” 

“Actually, I had hoped to invite you to the ball at Aubrey Hall,” he explains. “I know it is quite a journey, but I hope it will be well worth it.”

Your mother eagerly accepts, completely forgetting about the Waterson ball. The next week is a blur of dresses and visits from Mr. Bridgerton in preparation for the ball. Luckily, Lady Whistledown has not published another article about the Danbry ball. That doesn’t fill you with much comfort. If anyone says anything at the ball, you’ll be trapped with your shame. God, you wish the entire season could just be over.

When you get to Aubrey Hall, the place is so full of people that no one notices you and Benedict sneaking away.

“I’m sorry, about all of this,” he says as soon as the door closes. “My personal feelings about you aside, I would never want to tarnish your name, and I intend to make it right. You will end this season with a proposal.”

“I don’t want a proposal!” you exclaim. “I don’t want to marry you!”

Before he can compose himself, his face falls. He hadn’t really wanted to marry you. Why would he? But, if he didn’t want to marry you, why is he so upset? “I am doing this for you! I cannot be responsible for ruining you.”

“If you’re going to ruin me, then do it.” Your eyes are dark, jaw clenched. He doesn’t know what comes over him as he grabs your arm, pulling you into him.

“Don’t tempt me.”

Your voice grows soft. “Ruin me, Benedict.”

He swallows, cursing himself as he finds some composure. “I am going to ask you to marry me by the end of the week. I am going to marry you by the end of the season, and then, I am going to ruin you, before anyone else has the chance.”

#benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x you #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x y/n

[gxthicwxrm]

Omg I need an Eddie Munson thingy where reader doesn’t really do makeup and Eddie does it for her like the eyeliner and waterliner etc and all the stuff you just posted about 🤯

Loving The Freak- Eddie Munson x Reader

Pairing: eddie munson x fem reader

Warning: cursing, making out, pet names, fluff?

Summary: Eddie does readers' makeup before his D&D campaign meeting and feelings are exposed.

Word Count: 2273 words.

MINORS DNI! This is an 18+ account. You'll be blocked! 

Please don't translate or copy my work! You do not have my permission to copy or translate my work. Not proofread, Feedback is always welcomed! Requests are open! Enjoy!.

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*not my gif*

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You watch as Eddie smears black powder around his eyelid before moving to his other eye. It became a ritual to watch Eddie get ready for his D&D campaign meeting, he didn't always wear makeup but when he did, you couldn't help but watch.

Tonight was like every other night, except you weren't already dressed like you normally were when you came to help Eds. Breaking you from your thoughts, you hear Eddie mutter a soft 'fuck' then a clatter as something falls. He recovers before glancing at you through the mirror. He smiles at the sight of you, his best friend laying on his bed, head in hands watching him get ready. Suddenly, a look you couldn't decipher crosses his features before he wipes around to face you. With an eyeshadow brush in hand, he points at you, a smile across his face. 

"I have a brilliant idea, babe. It was meant to be!" He moves from his stool to beside you on the best, you move to sit up and face him. 

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"What idea?" You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion. He leans close to you, hand extended out to cup your cheek. His other hand propped up, holding the brush.

"Can I do your makeup, please?" His voice is soft, barely higher than a whisper. His brown eyes practically begged to be able to do this. Hesitant, you think about the worst outcome and decide it can't be that bad.

"Okay, just don't make it too crazy, Eds." He blushes at the nickname, resulting in butterflies erupting in your stomach before he turns to his desk and gathers the materials he needs. You have loved your best friend for years but you never dared to tell him, you never thought you were good enough and the fear of losing your friendship held you back, like a prison. A prison you had to accept.

What you didn't know was Eddie has been falling for you for the last two years. His thoughts are consumed with you and hanging out with you. You two are inseparable at every given chance. He was insecure and terrified his admission would make him run off. Being friends with the freak is different than loving the freak.

He turns back, arms full of palette, liners, lipsticks, blushes, you name it. A massive smile is plastered across his face as he sits back down beside you, placing everything on the bed in between you two. 

"Do I have full creative permission?" His face is genuine and joyful as he waits for your answer. With an equally joyful smile, you agree with a nod. Eddie does a little dance before grabbing his brush and an eyeshadow palette.

"Close your eyes, princess." The name brings heat to your face as you oblige, closing your eyes. "I'm starting now. You already look so gorgeous." He mumbles, a brush stroke goes across your eyelid in, first patting the skin then he begins blending out in circular motions.  He moves to your second eye, quickly finishing.

"Did you use one color?" You ask. Hearing Eddie scoff, you try to hide a smile. Cracking your eyes slightly, you try to see what he is doing. Immediately, you see Eddie's beautiful eyes gazing into yours. Startled, you jump slightly before giggling.

"Why are you just staring at me, Eds?" You giggle, gazing back at him, wide smiles cover both of your faces. 

"I was just admiring how beautiful you are. But, no it's not just one color. Close those babies again." He demands, after melting your heart. Closing your eyes, you feel his hand brush against your jaw, gently holding your face in his hand as he brushes on more eyeshadow, this time higher than the last. 

"This is the first time you've been this quiet, Eds." You both laugh at your joke, when you feel the bristles of a mascara wand against your lashes. A wave of goosebumps covers your skin as you feel his breath fan against your face. He smells like weed, tobacco, and musk. You breathe in his intoxicating scent as he speaks.

"Open your eyes and look up, baby. I'm gonna get your bottom lashes. Okay?" He asks, looking into your eyes as you open them. Brows pulled together, he sticks his tongue out over his top lip as he focuses on coating your bottom lashes. As he finishes, he lingers inches away with his hand still cupping your face. Taking your time, you let yourself take him all in, never seeing him this up close before. His eyes are solid brown, almost black as they glide over your face, lingering over your lips. 

Heat burns in your chest as you look at his lips, thinking of him kissing you. Nervously, you wet your lips before looking back up at him. Before either of you know it, you are both leaning in. His soft lips meet yours. His other hand cups your thigh as his other moves from your jaw to ghosting over your neck. 

As your lips move deeper in sync, your hands find their way to his chest, slithering up to his face. Pulling him in, you feel his tongue slide across your bottom lip, begging for access. As the kiss gets more heated, you are hit with a realization. You are making out with your best friend. And he kissed you back.

Eddie feels you stiffen and stop kissing back, so he pulls away. He holds you, titling your chin up at him, analyzing your features.

"Did I do something? I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He asks as he puts you at arms reach, looking over you. 

"I-i just am shocked. I don't know why I did that. I don't want to ruin our friendship. I know you don't feel that way but…but I love you, Eddie. I'm sorry." You ramble as he shushes you, finger to your lips.

"I leaned in, baby. I made my move, you just happened to do it too. I have loved you for so long, Y/N. I think about you every day I wake up and every night I go to sleep. You're the first person I want to talk to when I create an awesome ass campaign. You are the person I go to. The person I trust. I love you so much." He opens his heart to you, voice cracking as tears threaten to spill. A small chuckles vibrate through you as you lean your forehead against his, rubbing your nose with his. 

"Oh my god. I love you so much! Why have you never told me you felt this way?" You close your eyes as his hands that were resting on your thighs start to move up your legs. 

"I was always so scared of losing you, princess. Why didn't you tell me? I could've been kissing you this whole time." His voice is low but playful as his hands find your hips, holding them. You laugh as you let go and pull him into his lap. Straddling him, you brush a lock of his hair behind his ears before resting your head against his again, wanting to be close to his lips. 

"I was afraid that you didn't feel that way about me. I didn't think I was good enough to be with someone like you. I just always thought you deserve someone like Chrissy Cunningham. Everyone knew you had a crush on her." You blink away the tears that burned your eyes as he shakes his head.

"Only because I let them think that. How could I let everyone know I was in love with my best friend without you finding out? And you are so good enough. You have stuck by me through everything this town has put me through, put you through just for being my friend. I know Jason fucks with you because you hang out with me. I haven't spoken to you about it but he's been nicer to you because I had to threaten him with Harrington's bat." He laughs, you doing the same with him. The idea of Jason cowering from Eddie was crazy to think about. 

"I have and will love you.-"

"I love you too Eddie." You interrupted him. With a mock- angry expression, he scoffs.

"Don't interrupt me when I come to declare my love, milady." More laughter erupts from you two as he dramatically twists the two of you so that he is laying on top of you. 

"Tell me you'll be mine, Y/N. Be the freak's girl." Brushing his nose against yours, his lips hover over yours. Looking into his memorizing eyes, you nod.

"No. Say it. Please. Say it, sweetheart." Anxiety takes a hold of him as he waits.

"I am yours, Eddie Munson. Only yours, for as long as you want me. Hopefully, forever." You whisper against his lips that transforms to a smile against your own. 

"Damn fucking right." Finally, he presses his lips against yours to which you kiss back immediately. His hands quickly find their way under your shirts, they hesitate, waiting for your approval. Rolling your hips upwards at him, a small moan leaves your lips urging him to go further. His cold rings glide across your skin to your bra, cupping your breast as you let his tongue slip past your lips, dancing with your tongue. 

You become a moaning mess as you tug on the hem of his Hellfire shirt. Breaking away, he yanks off his shirt. Taking this moment to admire his body, you let your hand roam over his bare torso. Tattoos litter his skin. Before you get the chance to look further, his lips are on your neck.  Moving quickly, you pull off your own shirt as his hands wrap around your torso, pulling you back to him, lips locking against each other. 

His tongue beats yours for dominance as he holds your wrists above your head with one hand and begins to undo your jeans as you start to grind on his thigh, moaning softly. 

Once he finally undoes the button and zipper, he pulls down your jeans, then you get up and help him take his off leaving you both in your underwear. He throws you down onto his bed, you giggle as he jumps onto you to attack your neck with love bites. 

Just as his hand reaches the band of your underwear, a loud knock vibrates through the trailer causing the two of you to stop, despite the vocal protesting from both of you. 

"EDDIE! ARE YOU HOME?"

"EDDIE! I WANTED TO GO OVER THE CAMPAIGN!"

"EDDIE" Dustin, Mike, and Lucas's voices could be heard yelling from outside the trailer, making Eddie pull away. You knew how much those kids meant to Eddie so you never minded having them around. You loved how they admire Eddie when he would help them with campaign strategies and game lore. They looked up to him and you loved it. You could tell that Eddie loved them back, if not more.

He sends you an apologetic look, which you shrugged off with a smile.

"I'm coming. Give me a second." He yells back, pulling on his pants.

"Are we okay, baby?" He leans over you, arms on either side, whispering. He looks worried, face twisted with anxiety. You rub your thumb against his cheek and lean in, connecting your lips in a peck. 

"Of course. We are together, right?" You laugh, he immediately shakes his head.

"Yes. Of course. Fuck yeah, we are together." He says joyfully, kissing you back. 

"Hurry up, Eddie." Dustin bangs on the Locked door again making Eddie pull away once again, handing you his shirt after you pull up your pants. As he moves towards the door, you finger-brush your hair down from its frazzled state when you hear Eddie's door open and the kids walk in.

"Oh my god. What were y'all doing in here? Doing the nasty!" Dustin's face looks disgusted as his eyes dart between you and Eddie, who both pretend to be clueless. 

"What are you talking about, kid?" You chime in. Eddie nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I don't think you know, man," Eddie adds. The younger boy burst into a fit of laughter, followed by the two other young kids. You and Eddie enhance a confused glance before looking back at the trio.

"I'm talking about you-" He points to you. " -wearing his tee shirt-" then he points to Eddie, "- and you have a hickey on your shirtless chest! Y'all were fucking!" Dustin emphasizes the final words, dramatically.

"You know what, maybe we were." You mumble, jokingly causing the three to all yell.

"Ew." They all say in sync before pulling out all their D&D gear onto Eddie's coffee table, Dustin pulling him over. He sends you a look over his shoulder as he watches you pull out your current read. Smiling at him, you blow him a kiss. He returned it with a wink before Dustin pulled his attention and your book pulled yours. Joy fills you as you realize that Eddie, your best friend, loves you back and is finally yours. Reassuring yourself it was real, your thoughts kept drifting back to the rocker’s lips and what almost happened, knowing once you were alone again, it would continue. 

You noticed his eyes keep darting to yours whenever he could spare a glance, and you knew he was thinking about you also.

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Ch 2 - The First David Job

Masterlist

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader

Words: 2273

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I’ll be the first to admit that I wasn’t one to jump at a party, but one every once in a while was nice. And one as beautiful as this? Sometimes you just can’t let the opportunity slip by. The air was warm and the drinks were cold. The decor sparkled in the dim light. 

I kept my arm linked with Maggie’s or at least close by for most of the night. This was a high end place, and while I was technically perfectly welcome as a plus one, I still did not want to be caught alone when I knew no one else. Personally at least. I had met the host, Ian Blackpoole, a couple of times in passing as he was Nate’s previous boss, but that hardly counts. In fact, it was a little strange to be there without Nate. I wondered how he was doing.

One of my hands smoothed my dress down my body as I noticed the two of us occasionally caught some eyes. The dress was easily one of the most beautiful articles of clothing I owned now, thanks to Maggie helping me pick it out yesterday when we went dress shopping. I wasn’t totally used to getting even this much attention from strangers. 

Eventually, as I noticed Maggie’s and my drinks were running dry, a handsome man with glasses and long hair pulled back came with three flutes of champagne. 

“Beautiful ladies such as yourselves shouldn’t have to grab your own drinks,” he had a slight southern charm about him as he smiled and offered the glasses to us. Something about his voice tickled the back of my brain as if I had heard it before, but I had no idea where that could have been, so I didn’t think about it too much. 

I quickly grabbed Maggie’s empty glass and handed hers and my own to a passing waiter before taking the glass from the man with a slight smile. My fingers brushed against his in the process and I noticed how warm his hands were. 

“My name’s Adam, Adam Sinclair. May I ask who you lovely ladies are? I assume you came together, friends?”

Maggie laughed, “That is flattering. I’m Maggie, this is my niece y/n.”

I smiled softly as she introduced me as her niece, and giggled a little when I noticed Adam’s slightly shocked face. 

“Niece? I never would have guessed.”

We chatted for a while, mostly about our jobs and what brought us to the party. I was impressed as I noticed he gave almost equal attention to the both of us. Maggie may have been fifteen years my senior, but definitely didn’t look it, plus she was gorgeous. I knew she would never leave me hanging, but I would not have blamed any man here for vying for her attention over mine. 

Adam paused and turned away from us for a second, it looked like he was checking the time and muttered to himself before turning back to us. 

“Actually ladies, I have to go meet someone… Would you like to accompany me?”

After we agreed he escorted us across the party to a couple of people. One of them was Blackpoole, and there was someone else raising his voice to him.

“I’m drunk, I’m broke, I’m livin’ out of my car! I-I just want the paycheck, and at this point I don’t care where it comes from.”

“Nate?” Maggie spoke first, as I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

He turned around and his eyes widened and flipped from Maggie to me and back, “Maggie? Y/n?”

“You guys know each other?” Adam looked between the three of us nervously.

“Of course,” Blackpoole interjected, “Maggie is Nate’s ex-wife, y/n is his niece.”

“Ohh…”

I was the first to move as I went up and hugged Nate. I didn’t say anything as I could smell the alcohol on him. He hesitantly hugged back before pulling me away so he could look at me better. He had a tight expression as he quickly snapped to Adam and introduced himself.

Adam stumbled a bit as he shook his hand saying his own name, “That’s a mighty fine grip you have there Mr. Ford.”

There was a woman who stood next to Blackpoole. I only noticed her when she stepped forward interrupting the awkward moment between Nate and Adam.

“Signoras Ford-”

Maggie stopped her “Collins, I use my maiden name. Y/n here is the only Ms. Ford.”

I noticed Nate staring at Maggie as she said so. I watched the Italian woman pry Adam’s and Nate’s hands apart.

“Scusi, you mind if I borrow Professor Sinclair for a moment. Yes, we must talk to Mr. Blackpoole.”

“Of course,” Maggie replied. 

The three of them, Blackpoole, Adam, and the Italian lady walked away briskly leaving the three of us, Nate, Maggie, and I alone. 

“Maggie, y/n, what are you doing here?” He looked at Maggie directly, “Why are you working for him?”

“I’m not, I’m under contract with this museum. I’m just helping him set up this exhibit. I thought y/n might be interested, so I invited her.”

Nate looked bothered all the same at her answer. 

“Nate,” Maggie brought his attention back to herself, “I heard what you were saying before. I had no idea things were so awful for you.”

I finally spoke up, “What happened to that job you were working? The consulting agency? I thought you were really enjoying it…”

“Oh no no no,” He looked at me for a second, “uh… It’s been hard… business declined more than expected…”

“Oh Nate, I’m sorry.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed it comfortingly. 

Maggie added, “You should have called me, I would have given you money.”

“I don’t need money!” Nate did that strange pause again, “I need money. I mean, I just need this deal.”

I watched as Maggie contemplated for a moment, “Well then let's go get it.” She turned towards where the others went and quickly strode over. 

Nate sputtered next to me as I called, “Maggie? What are you doing?” I nervously chased after her, letting go of Nate's hand in the process.

“What’s Nate here for?” Maggie instantly interjected herself into the conversation.

“It’s an art sale, but it’s private,” Blackpoole responded.

“I’ll verify the art.”

I tugged at her arm and whispered, “Maggie…” I admired her boldness at times, but the tension of this situation counteracted it.

The Italian woman smiled tightly with a laugh, “Scusi, no, we agreed, uh, no outside people.”

“No no no, uh, no, that’s alright.” Blackwell interrupted, “I’ve been a little hesitant… No offense, but I don’t know you that well,” he said to Adam who stood next to him. 

“But you know me, you know my reputation.”

I took a step back, clearly she knew what she wanted. I glanced at Nate who stood next to me, he had a slightly frustrated yet anxious look.

“If my presence will help you close the deal, then I’m in,” Maggie continued. 

“Agreed,” Blackpoole responded. “My one condition, Maggie examines the sculpture or I walk.”

Nate nodded after a moment, “Agreed, I’ll get some drinks and we’ll celebrate.”

“I’ll help you Signor Ford.” 

The two of them walked away. I contemplated going with them or stepping up into the circle with Maggie, Adam, and Blackpoole. I decided on a third option of heading to the bathroom to escape the anxious atmosphere around me. The craziness of seeing Nate doing so poorly and the tension between him and Maggie just became a bit too much. I quickly whispered into her ear where I was going and took my leave. 

On the way to the bathroom I took a glass of water with me. I entered the bathroom and sighed in relief when I saw it was empty. I sipped the water as I made sure to take deep breaths. I wanted to rub my hands across my face and through my hair, but I worked hard on my hair and makeup. I didn’t want to mess it up. I resorted to rubbing and scratching my temples and around my hairline. I don’t know how long I was in there, but once I finished my water and felt that I was relaxed enough to go out there again I ventured back to the party. 

I finally found Maggie who was exchanging her number with Adam saying, “I’ll let you know when we can discuss the piece.” I let my eyes wander before I reached her, seeing that Nate was a little ways away. 

“Are you sure you are going to be okay Nate?” I asked when I approached him. 

He looked at me and I could see him biting the inside of his lip, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Once this deal is done…” he lowered his head as if in shame.

“Uh, speaking of which, would it… would it be okay if I tagged along? I was going to fly back to Boston tomorrow, but I can move it, stick around for a bit?”

Nate raised his eyebrow, “why-why would you want to do that?”

I rolled my eyes, “Because I care about you? I was actually gonna call you when I got here, but my calls wouldn’t go through to see if we could meet up. And, I like seeing you guys work, it's different from what I do, I’m on my computer all day. Booorrriinngg!”

That got Nate to smile for the first time I had seen tonight, “I know someone who would disagree with you on computers being boring, but uh, yeah, you can come along, you sound like a kid when you say that.”

“Well, they must do more exciting things than me. It can be like bring your kid to work day all over again. It’ll be fun.”

“Sure.”

Adam slipped into our conversation quickly, “It was nice to meet you Mr. Ford, I look forward to working with you.” He shook Nate’s hand before turning to me, “Y/n, Ms. Ford, excuse me… It's been a pleasure.” 

He took the fingers of my hand and raised it a little, bowing his head before turning and leaving the party. My eyes followed him for a second before turning back to Nate who had a scowl, also watching him. 

“Need I remind you that I am like, twenty seven?”

He turned his head towards me, “Doesn’t matter.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it, “I better get going, I’ll- I’ll see you later.”

I smiled and nodded before turning back towards where Maggie stood, watching us for a moment. 

“How’d it go?” she asked when I reached her.

“Well, I think. I must say, while I don’t entirely approve of your methods, I want to see this deal through too, so it looks like I’ll be staying a bit longer.”

She smiled and hooked her arm with mine, “Perfect.”

—--

“What was that?!” Nate yelled at Eliot once they got back to the office.

“Look, I’m sorry your ex wife gave me her number, its just to coordinate-”

“And my niece?”

“I didn’t even know you had a niece until tonight! I was just trying to be polite!”

“Yeah, well, I raised her, pretty much. I didn’t want her involved.”

Sophie commented, “Well she’s involved now, don’t think we didn’t hear that you are letting her come.”

Nate rubbed his hand over his face, “I’ll work it out…”

—

Maggie and I pulled up to the airport where the deal was going to take place. 

“Are you ready?”

I looked at her, “Of course.”

We exited the vehicle as Blackpoole arrived and greeted us. We walked in to see Nate and Adam already there. Greetings were brief before Nate was called up to the receptionist who told us to head on through. Adam smiled at me, letting me pass in front as he took the rear of the group.

When we approached the door of the hanger, the presumed seller exited a small plane that pulled up. I placed myself in an observing position, watching Maggie and Adam study the small statue as the seller and Blackpoole spoke to each other. 

“It’s a dead ringer for the first David you own. Caste off the same mold.” Maggie told Blackpoole. She looked at Nate and then me before turning back to the business man. “It’s real.”

I smiled and nudged Nate with my shoulder as everyone seemed to celebrate just a little bit. 

I let Maggie talk to Nate on the way out, discussing the good old days it sounded like. Adam walked me out behind them.

“You seem to really know your stuff Professor.”

“Please, no need for titles Ms. Ford.”

I smiled at him, “Then call me y/n.”

We reached the foyer of the airport when Adam turned to face me, “It was a pleasure to see you again, y/n.”

“The pleasure was mine.”

He gave me a grin before exiting the building.

I walked up to Nate, “I found a client here in LA, so I think I will stick around for a bit, maybe until after the exhibit opens. Let me know if you want to meet up, or need help getting your ducks in a row again.”

He nodded to himself, “You staying with Maggie then?”

“Probably, unless she kicks me out,” I laughed. 

“I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks Nate,” I patted his arm before heading to Maggie’s car and left. 

I turned around in my seat just in time to see Nate punch Blackpoole in the face.

Classic.

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we were born sick (you heard them say it)

y’all. this will hurt. i’m warning you now. it hurt to write this. growing up catholic and bisexual gives you the trauma you need to write good fics. as always, thank you to @cyanidearctic for helping me brainstorm and i hope y’all enjoy

word count: 2273

Jane always knew who she was from a young age. Well, less who she was and more who she had to be. She was a good girl, her mother always used to say.

“Why can’t you be more like your sister Fran?” Her mother would say to a younger Francesca, who was maybe 7 or 8 at the time, after forcing her into a stiff plain yellow dress before church on Sunday.

Jane, who was 12, would already be on the couch in her own Sunday best. Hair perfectly done with a small bow, her own blue dress ironed, shiny black patent Mary-Janes, white socks, and a gold cross necklace that was a gift from her abuela.

The window would be open and Jane would listen to the sounds of New York below their apartment. As soon as her mom could wrangle Fran downstairs, they were off to church.

Every Sunday, like clockwork. Every Sunday for as long as she could remember. Fran would always fidget and could never stay still and her mother would always scold her for it.

Jane had to be the example, she was the eldest, that’s what her mom always said. So that’s what Jane did. She stayed still and paid attention and was the perfect daughter her mother wanted her to be.

After church was reserved for gossiping. Kitty Facciano bragged about her eldest and all of her achievements. Jane stood next to her, basking in the pride in her mother’s voice.

Maybe it was around that time that Jane decided she never wanted to lose that. Never wanted her mother to talk about her like other mothers talked about their kids. Hushed voices, scandalized tones, harsh words.

It was around the time that Jane was 14 and starting freshman year that she started praying more. Not because she wanted to be closer to God, she wanted him to fix her.

With work piling up and her mother’s pressure growing, Jane was feeling the effects. Shaky hands when doing presentations, feeling like her heart is running a marathon when she’s just taking a test. Trembling fingers during church that Jane would fidget to get them to stop shaking and her mother would smack Jane on the wrist to stop her. On bad days, broken sobs hidden against her pillow as her lungs had forgotten how to work.

Something was wrong with her but she couldn’t tell her parents. She was their golden child. Besides, if she was good and followed the rules and prayed, everything would be fine. That’s what her mom would always say. Be the smart good Catholic girl and nothing will ever go wrong.

Then they moved to Rydell. They stopped going to church because the only Catholic church in Rydell was attended by all of the Spanish population and her mom didn’t want to give off the wrong idea to their white neighbors that they could be anything other than Italian.

Jane’s cross necklace was promptly locked in the bottom of her jewelry box and suddenly, it was like religion never touched the Facciano family. The same values still persisted. Be the perfect, straight A, and pure girl like she had always been.

Second semester sophomore year came and went and junior year started off with a bang. Any thought of the good girl she was supposed to be went out the window when Jane befriended three fellow outcasts of Rydell High.

It was worth the scolding she received from her mother. The Pink Ladies began and Jane was straying further and further from the girl her mom wanted her to be. Even as Jane became someone that people admire and respected, that respect never translated to home.

Offhanded comments as Jane comes home late from the Frosty Palace, judgemental glances when the Pink Ladies stay the night, the passive aggressiveness at the dinner table. Jane just learned to ignore it over time.

Around the time that Jane started getting closer to the Pink Ladies, her forgotten cross necklace was dug up from the bottom of her jewelry box and on her knees, her hands clasped together on her bed, Jane prayed.

Jane was 8 when she started hearing about being gay. From people at church, women talking about their children being sinners to her mom turning off the radio when it mentioned raids of clubs and bars.

Jane was always told it was wrong, she never really understood why but she didn’t argue. She always heard rumors at school about two girls being closer than just best friends. She didn’t get it but she knew better than to go against the norm.

Then she moved to Rydell and met Olivia and her world came crumbling. Olivia was everything Jane wasn’t. She was cool, confident, she didn’t care what people thought of her.

Over time, Olivia and Jane spent a lot of time together. At first, it was with the other Pink Ladies. Soon, it was just them together.

Giggling over ice cream sundaes at the Frosty Palace, notes passed in science class, quiet jokes made in the library during study sessions, sleepovers every weekend, both with and without the others.

Jane didn’t know when she started looking at Olivia differently. All she knew is that one day, she was just looking at Olivia as she and Cynthia were talking on the bleachers.

What she saw was as close to ethereal as the angels they described in church. The sun was hitting Olivia just right and it made her tan skin glow golden. She was laughing at something Cynthia had said and it sounded like something from the heavens. Olivia pulled out her compact to reapply her lipstick and smiled at Jane through her mirror.

That same feeling that Jane would get when Richie smiled at her, the fluttering in her stomach as her heart sped up, was increased tenfold as she looked at Olivia. One thought was in her head. How much she wanted to kiss Olivia and mess up that flawless lipstick.

Jane’s heart had stopped and dropped like a stone in the water. She wasn’t supposed to look at Olivia like that. She wasn’t supposed to look at any girl like that. Why was she looking at Olivia like that?

Jane could feel her breath pick up as panic flooded her system. Her hands started shaking as a sharp pitch started ringing in her ears. Jane had excused herself and all but ran to the bathroom, locking herself in a stall.

Biting down on her fist as she tried to calm herself down and take deep breaths. Deep breaths were hard when accompanied by hiccuping sobs. All Jane could think about is what she did wrong.

She did everything she was supposed to. She was the example, she was class president, on honor roll, and did good by the people who trusted her. Why would God make her something that he would hate, something that her family would despise if they ever found out?

Alone in that stall, Jane realized that she would never get her mother talking about all of her achievements with all the pride in the world in her voice. No, her mom would be the one whispering in harsh tones about her sinner of a daughter.

Jane didn’t avoid Olivia after that. She couldn’t. Olivia had become a part of her that she refused to lose, no matter what. The feelings never went away. If anything, they only got stronger with every passing day.

For Jane, it meant lots of sleepless nights, hiding sobs as she begged and begged God to just make her normal. Her mother and everyone around her would always tell her that God would always help her but it felt like God was condemning her to a lifetime of fear.

After countless nights like that, a tearful coming out with Cynthia and Nancy, and finally telling Olivia how she felt, they were together. Jane had a girlfriend, words she never thought she would ever say.

Nothing much changed. Nancy would let them stay after closing to have dates so giggling over ice cream sundaes was still the same, just with added flirting, footsie under the table, and hand holding. They were still Jane and Olivia, just with some added benefits.

The Faccianos love hosting. It’s more that Kitty loves hosting and the others go along with the matriarch. Fran, now Frenchy as Jane called her when not in front of their mother, was forced into another stiff yellow dress.

This time, it was Jane making her stay still as she fixed Frenchy’s hair. It was Jane reminding Frenchy not to insult anyone’s cooking and to be quiet. It went against everything Jane stands for but she wasn’t in the mood for her mother scolding her for not controlling her sister.

Jane sat next to her mother as they talked to some of the other women from their neighborhood. Like most conversations in Rydell, the topic was switched to gossip.

“Did you hear? This family at the church found out their son was a homosexual.” One of them said, her voice lowering at the end. “Oh my, that poor family, what happened?” Kitty asked, her hand over her pearls, scandalized.

“They kicked him right out obviously. Serves him right for ruining their reputation.” The woman took a sip of her drink.

“Of course. You have to protect yourself in this world. You can’t have a stain like that tarnishing the family name. I would do the exact same.” Kitty told them.

Jane felt her heart stop for a second. The conversation has shifted to another topic but it didn’t register to Jane. All Jane could hear was her heart start up again and beat loudly in her ears. She forced herself to take deep breaths to not draw attention to herself.

She knew her mother would never accept her but Jane never thought her mother would kick her out if she found out. The thought of her mom abandoning her and being a stain on her family’s reputation pierced Jane’s heart.

The party soon ended after that and both Jane and Frenchy were both sent to bed as their parents retreated to their room. Jane waited until the lights were turned off to make her escape.

She grabbed a coat and snuck out by her window. Her body was on autopilot as she willed herself out of a breakdown in the middle of the dead street. Jane’s body was still on autopilot as she did the familiar climb up the side of the Valdovinos house and knocked at Olivia’s window.

Olivia, who was still up reading, was immediately concerned when Jane knocked at her window this late on a Saturday. She was in a blue dress that didn’t look the most comfortable when climbing the tree outside of Olivia’s window.

Jane didn’t know what broke her. Maybe it was how Olivia quickly ushered her into her room or how she asked what was wrong without Jane needing to say a word because Olivia knew her so well or the look in her eyes as she led Jane to sit on her bed.

Like a dam breaking, Jane crumbled. Desperate sobs erupted from her mouth as Olivia held her in her arms. Jane latched onto Olivia like a lifeline as she tried to get a solid deep breath in. Olivia was her lifeline, keeping her afloat in the raging water that was her mind.

Tears stained the top of Jane’s dress and Olivia’s nightgown as Olivia ran her fingers through Jane’s hair, letting Jane get the heartache out of her system. Jane stopped crying soon after. Not because the hurt and the pain was out of her, she simply couldn’t cry anymore.

“What happened mi sol?” Olivia asked after the deafening silence became too much. “My mom.” Jane muttered, already fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Olivia noticed this and took Jane’s hands into her own, tracing the lines in her palms.

“What did she say?” Olivia asked softly as Jane rested her head against her shoulder. “She said if either of her girls were homosexuals, she’d kick them out because they would be stains on the family name.” Jane’s voice shook as she leaned closer to Olivia.

“Oh Janey.” Olivia kissed the top of Jane’s head. “I know she can be a lot but she’s my mom, I don’t want her to hate me, I don’t want to be a stain, I just want her to love me for me, not the version she wants me to be.” Jane said, her word tumbling on into another as she found the well-needed comfort from just being in her girlfriend’s presence.

Olivia always thought she had a way with words. Words she picked up from years and years of reading books instead of playing with the other girls in her class. But when she needed them, any words to bring some comfort and hope back into her girlfriend’s eyes, she couldn’t find them.

There were no words that could make this better. No words could change how Kitty Facciano or the rest of the world saw them. No words would stop her from kicking her own daughter out because of who she loved. There were no words that Olivia could say to make this better because there were none.

The two sat there on Olivia’s bed, the truth of the reality they lived in hung over them like a sword hanging by a thread, ready to kill. They couldn’t do anything about it. But they had each other and sometimes, that’s all they needed.

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Writing request: MurderFam adopts Cat!MurderFam.

Your wish is my command! For those unaware, the cats are the kitty versions of Kris, Karl and Lottie that Bri so lovingly wrote for her amazing Warrior Cats fic (which you should read here) What the Cat Dragged In Warnings: None, beyond cursing and some lewd humor. Word count: 2273

“Honey, sit still please.” “I have enough layers on! Mommmm! Let me go!”

Kris tried not to react as Lottie flopped back dramatically onto the kitchen tile, limbs spread starfish-like to emphasize the absolute agony her mother was forcing her to endure by not letting her run outside naked in the dead of winter. Surely child services would arrive at any moment to behold the horror of a child being dressed for the cold and whisk her away to a family that cared. With a sigh, Kris crossed her arms and stood over Lottie, now fully feigning death by sticking her tongue out and pinching her eyes shut. Her fluffy pink earmuffs looked like a second set of buns perched on the sides of her head. “You just need shoes. That’s it - only shoes,” Kris said calmly, gesturing to the snow boots sitting by the door. “Do you think you can survive that? You wouldn’t want wet socks.” “I don’t want to wear those boots. They’re too hot!” “Mmm. And what other boots could I get for you- oh! That’s right! You melted the soles off your second pair when you and Papa insisted on playing lightsabers by the bonfire in autumn. Speaking of which, where is your father? We need to get going - the school bake sale starts in half an hour.” 

Lottie sat up, her grumpy expression diminished slightly at the prospect of changing the subject away from her attire. “He’s outside. Said he was going to the shed because he thought he saw an animal go in last night.” “When did he tell you this?” “Right after breakfast… a while ago, I guess. Maybe he got lost? Should we make a search party? Can I fly a helicopter!?” Kris’s brows furrowed. The shed sat at the very edge of their property, right where the woods began - she could see it from the kitchen window, for heaven’s sake. He had been gone a long time for someone investigating such a relatively small structure, though. Either Karl had met his doom at the paws of a rabid skunk, no doubt engaging in combat to assert dominance over who smelled the worst, or it was the cats.

Two of them, usually - a male and a female. They didn’t typically stay around long, only ever dropping by to make camp for a few days in whatever space they could find amidst Karl’s comically large collection of “vintage” lawn mowers and tools he insisted would be fixed up and resold one day. They’d started showing up a few years prior, not long after Kris and Karl had moved in. At first the cats kept a healthy distance, little more than quick blurs darting out from under the porch. Kris treated them more or less like cows on the highway, something to point out and briefly observe before going back to the monotony of the day. And then, Karl started making even more frequent convenience store stops. He always showed up with a bag of Kris’s favorite sour candies in an attempt to distract her from the copious amount of tuna cans he was stockpiling. He even tried to hide where he was putting them, as if the smell of fish didn’t make it incredibly obvious. Before she knew it, the fluffy tomcat had fallen on top of her head from the support beams the next time she’d entered the garage to speak to her husband, the smaller brown she-cat observing boredly from on high as her mate was nearly punted across the room. “It’s gotta be those furballs again,” she said to no one in particular. She ran a quick hand through her frizzy curls, standing on end seemingly out of frustration with her offspring. “Lottie, please put on your boots and then follow me outside. If I see you come out barefoot, I’m picking the movie tonight.” “Uuuuuughhh… Fiiineee….” The screen door slammed with a bang as Kris marched with purpose across the backyard, beelining for the rickety old shed. What remained of yesterday’s snow mix with mud from the yard squelched unpleasantly underfoot. She wasn’t angry about the cats so much as she was about being late - it gave her tremendous anxiety. Not to mention fucking Debbie would undoubtedly have set up shop right by the exit, where Kris wanted to be; the thought of the woman’s smug face sneering at her while she hawked her flavorless macarons was enough to drive her to madness. No, she would not lose her prime bake sale real estate this year. Not again. She heard it before she saw it, the shed’s perpetually shattered side window allowing the sound to be audible when she was within ten paces. Karl’s voice - so he hadn’t fallen victim to skunk murder. Shame.

Kris didn’t bother knocking - she pushed the creaky wooden door open and entered the damp, warm space with an expression that she hoped conveyed the sort of disappointed maternal look that bent the normally bombastic man to her will. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, a figure sitting on a stack of overturned milk crates in the corner began to take form - as did a pair of glowing, irritated eyes.

And there he was, Mr. Tough guy himself, cradling the scraggly grey tomcat like a baby and cooing at it in an uncharacteristically high pitched tone. Kris sighed. It might have been cute if they didn’t have somewhere to be - and if Karl wasn’t deliberately pretending she wasn’t there. The cat was looking at her with an expression that she could only describe as insulted, as if he could not believe her audacity in interrupting his belly rub session. “Having fun?” Kris’s lips twitched. “We were.” Karl was very fond of the male, to put it lightly - though he’d die before he said as much. Kris wasn’t a cat person, but she had exchanged enough glances with the small, brown female to recognize the same exhausted eyes that stared back at her every morning in the bathroom mirror. A kindred spirit, it would seem. The poor thing had lost her tail, and all that remained was a little nub that fluffed up angrily when she was agitated. Which seemed to be often around her ever-meowing mate.

Speaking of which- A quick glance around the space didn’t immediately reveal the little she-cat, to Kris’s surprise chagrin. Unless she’d wedged herself in a corner or under a tarp, she was nowhere to be seen. “Where’s his girlfriend?” Kris asked, trying to sound uninterested. Karl shrugged, the momentary pause in his petting earning him a swift paw to the jaw. He chuckled and resumed his all important task, shifting a bit anxiously in place. “Dunno. Haven’t seen her - she’s probably out getting drunk with her little cat friends and talking shit about this poor baby.” The tomcat purred loudly, swishing his feather duster tail across Karl’s leg. Kris rolled her eyes. She was busy thinking up a witty retort when Lottie’s wheezy self jostled around her from behind, having just sprinted over from the house upon the realization that her parents were spending time together without her, yet another unacceptable grievance. Almost as bad as being forced to wear shoes. “What’re you two doing? What’s that? Is that the cat we saw last summer?” “You’ve got major FOMO, y’know that?” Kris flicked one of her buns affectionately. “Papa was just saying goodbye to his buddy, wasn’t he?” Karl opened his mouth to protest - Kris swore for a brief, insane moment that the cat mirrored his expression - when Lottie tugged on her mother’s jacket sleeve. “Hey, where’s the other one?” God, she’d hoped Lottie wouldn’t ask. For all anyone knew, she was simply hiding or out hunting - but the fact that it was winter, and knowing how many coyotes and foxes they’d already seen this season… she didn’t want to think about it. Kris swallowed her mounting sadness. They’re strays, she told herself. It was bound to happen sooner rather than later. Besides, she wasn’t even a cat person - what was she getting so worked up about?As if on command, an irritated meow came from the small storage loft above. The little brown she-cat darted her green eyes curiously between Kris and Lottie before glaring at the tom. Kris snapped her gaze up and failed to contain the relief in her voice as she exclaimed, “Hey, you!” Karl, infuriatingly, noticed. He flashed her one of his Cheshire cat grins, and Kris was ready to launch the nearest rusty tool at his head when the she-cat voiced her indignation once more.

The male meowed in response and flopped awkwardly out of Karl’s lap before bounding on top of the nearby crates and barely making the leap up into the loft. His back paw slipped awkwardly, but he managed it all the same before shaking his fur like a wet dog and trying to look menacing and huge again. He briefly butted heads with his mate before they both turned away from the three humans below, as if deep in hurried conversation. Kris didn’t want to waste any more time on this than they already had - mostly she didn’t need Karl needling her about actually liking a cat. She gestured toward her waiting car in the driveway, loaded to the hilt with brownies that actually tasted good, thank you very much, Debbie. “There, you’ve had your visit. Now can we get going?” “Yeah, yeah.” Karl rose with great effort, the groan he emitted as he simply stood up more akin to someone being stabbed to death rather than simply stretching their back. “Hey, wait!” Lottie suddenly pointed upward toward the ats and bounced eagerly on her toes, craning her short neck to try to see something. The female hopped down first, gracefully, and made her way to Kris’s legs. She wound her sleek little form around them a few times, and Kris couldn’t resist bending and giving her a quick ear scritch before Lottie nearly shrieked with delight. With a heavy thump, the tomcat landed on the crates again, this time carrying a furious fuzzball in his jaws. The little grey kitten hissed furiously, its short limbs flailing with irritation at having been removed from their warm nest. The proud father strutted over to Karl to present the little spitting terror while the mother appeared unbothered, ignoring her offspring’s protests and blinking slowly up at Kris to gauge her reaction. She wasn’t sure if cats understood thumbs up, but that was all she could think to give the expectant creature. “Well, look at that!” Karl clapped his hands together delightedly. “You old bastard, you got some swimmers that still work?” “Aww, I said the same thing to you after we got married,” Kris kissed her husband’s cheek, reveling in his sour expression. 

“IT’S A KITTEN!!!!!” Karl barely caught Lottie before she lunged forward, pure mania in her eyes. “Lottie, shhh,” Kris suppressed the urge to laugh lest it startle the cats. “Yes, it’s a kitten. A very cute one. Try to stay calm, we don’t want to scare them away.” Her daughter was practically vibrating with excitement. The tomcat plopped the little grey kitten, his clone in almost every way, on the dirt floor where it proceeded to fluff up to twice its size and stand stock still. Its eyes were like saucers as it observed Lottie, unsure of whether to run or launch itself at her face. Ever the extrovert, Lottie dropped to her hands and knees and introduced herself, loudly, to the kitten. She crouched until her chin was practically on the ground and made herself as small and unthreatening as possible. The kitten slowly deflated, shuffling forward and flashing tiny teeth nervously before batting Lottie’s nose to garner a response. Lottie only laughed and extended a chubby little hand for it to sniff. A few cautious sniffs later and the little beast was hesitantly allowing itself to be petted clumsily on the head, even letting a few purrs escape here and there. “Well… I’m glad this had a happy ending,” Kris muttered. The she-cat at her feet went to go inspect her kitten while the male watched happily from his lounge atop an old dusty stool. “We should really, really leave, though. How will Lottie’s junior robotics club survive if I don’t fundraise half the budget with my astonishing selection of baked goods? Come on, old man.” “Sheesh, alright. Does your girl bother you this much?” The tomcat yowled pathetically at Karl in response. “Yeah, I know, buddy… I know. It’s torture.” Kris and the she-cat glanced at one another, a sort of shared understanding that transcended species passing between them. Both of the boys were going to husband jail tonight. “Can we keep them!?” Lottie begged as the kitten scaled her face onto her head as if conquering a mountain. “Yes,” Karl announced, drowning out Kris’s softer “no.” She wanted to protest, but frankly the urge had fled. It wasn’t worth it. Not while Debbie was out there making gains already. “Fine,” Kris conceded at last. She turned to leave, waving a dismissive hand over her shoulder as she made her way back toward the house. “Fine, but you two are keeping them fed and changing their litterboxes. And buying them toys, and taking them to the vet…. And we need to talk about neutering the fella.”

“NO!” Karl stomped a foot angrily. “Don’t disrespect my boy like that! Don’t even joke about it!”

Kris had half a mind to comment that she was referring to him, but decided she’d had enough tantrum delays for one afternoon.

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I recently saw a suggestive gif with an ice lolly, before quickly stumbling upon a post with Ryuji.. You can probably see where I'm going with this.

Could you perhaps write about a gn reader and Ryuji on a super hot day grabbing some ice lollys, the two enjoying the other's presence before Ryuji looks over and sees reader unintentionally deep throating it? (Like it looks suggestive) Ryuji gets really flustered, and now it's even hotter...

I hope this doesnt overstep into more heavier nsfw, if it does please remove what you arent comfortable with or feel free to delete the request :) Also you can add more characters if you want! Though I only really know Persona 5 Strikers, so if you can add characters from that! Anyway enough rambling, hope you have fun with this!!

-Solar/⭐ (If I can claim either or that'd be great!)

꒰blue lemonade !꒱

eating popsicles with everyones fav electro boy !

character x gn!reader

includes ryuji !

warnings : suggestive content !

word count : 2273

beta read by : @cagethefrenchfuck​

a/n : solar anon youre a genius ,,, im here to make it even better with a friends to lovers prompt added into the chaos mwahahaha >:) i hope you enjoy this !

this summer heatwave was reaching record high temperatures, you were sure if you stayed out in the sun for too long youd melt into a puddle and evaporate almost immediately. you wanted nothing more than to feel the cool ocean breeze on your face and soak up rays in the sun. however, just like the rest of the phantom thieves, you and ryuji were broke and had decided to stay inside for most of summer vacation. whenever you werent grouped up together at rens house for mementos business, chances are ryuji was laying on your couch, complaining about the heat with a bag of frozen vegetables on his forehead, but you dont mind. if youre together, everything becomes colored by him. if you were into aura reading you swear everyone around the blonde would be a bright and sunny yellow, but yours turned blue the moment you met him. if he was the sun, youd be the ever changing sky, never one without the other, the tide and the sand.

despite the random movie playing on the tv, your attention was focused solely on your dramatic friend sitting next to you. ever since youve joined the phantom thieves, you and ryuji have been inseparable. ren and ann have called you the dynamic duo on multiple occasions, meanwhile morgana is simply just jealous that someone likes ryuji enough to want to hang out with him that often.

“oh come on ryuji, the fans are running on overdrive, theres no way you can still be that hot.” you rolled your eyes as he complains for the nth time this hour. “thats what you think, but i swear im gonna die if this heatwave lasts another day, man.” he sighs, sinking further into the couch. “if the heat doesnt kill you, then i will.” you mutter under your breath, but ryuji hears you loud and clear. “oh so you want a fight, is that it? lets take it to the metaverse right here, right now!” ryuji yells back with more energy than youve seen him with since school let out for the break. he puts his fists up pretending to swing punches at you across the couch, proceeding to drop the entire bag of (not really frozen anymore) peas on the hard floor of your living room. the bag breaks open, littering the vegetables all over the place. “oh shit. how thin is the materials of those frickin bags?” he quickly says, panic obvious in his voice. you sigh, quickly getting up to grab the broom to sweep up the mess ryuji had made. 

he follows you to the kitchen like a lost puppy, offering to clean everything up *plus* scrubbing your whole house before you quickly reassure him its not a big deal. “i doubt we were ever going to cook those up anyways, dont worry about it ryuji!” “but still! i feel bad for making a mess of your house. i dont want to give your mom any reason to hate me.” you raise an eyebrow at that. “oh? why do you want to be on my moms good side so bad? you planning on moving in or something?” he shrugs. “with how much weve been hanging out i might as well. last thing i need is to be banned from seeing you over some bags of frozen vegetables.”

theres a mysterious feeling inside of you, and you feel heat rising to your cheeks over that. hed go through all the trouble of deep cleaning your house just so he can still hang out with you? itd obviously never need to come to that, but the fact that its the first thought he has cant help but make you feel special, despite how silly it is. of course he wants to be able to hang out with you, hes your best friend. if he didnt, that would be more of an issue than anything else. “you could always just sneak through the window, you know.” you mutter without realizing. he snickers. “i dont think i play the role of knight in shining armor very well, but what the hell? im always willing to try new things.” he laughs at his own remark, completely oblivious to how much redder your face has gotten in the small amount of time youve been sweeping up the peas from the floor. it may be hot outside, but surely not that hot, right?

“well how about you go make yourself useful and get something less likely to… explode for us to cool off?” you quickly respond to change the subject. ryuji thinks for a second before grabbing his shoes, stating hell be right back. you feel a weight be lifted off your shoulders you were unaware of as soon as the door shuts behind him.

theres never been any kind of tension that youve noticed before between you and ryuji, so where did this random feeling come from? you cant help but feel different around him, has he always looked at you with such admiration and you just never noticed? with how hot your body is now you might as well shove yourself into the freezer.

putting the broom back you sit back on the couch noticing how empty the room really feels without ryuji there anymore. where had he even run off to anyways? you groan, noticing that the temperature had gone up another 2 degrees, before instantly feeling bad for sending ryuji out into town during the hottest part of the day. that was definitely a lapse in your judgement, but surely hed be fine with how quick he was to go along with it. unless he just wanted to get away from you? wait where did that thought come from? you cant help but internally sigh at how youve managed to make the situation even more awkward without him even being there.

after about another 5 minutes of sitting alone with your thoughts (terrifying, isnt it?) ryuji bursts through the front door with a grocery bag in his hands. “i dont know about you but i think some ice cream is the perfect thing right now!” your face drops the second you realize its dripping, presumably already melted from the trip back in the scorching sun. ryuji notices a second later, quickly dropping it outside by the front porch. you cant help but find his slightly pouting face adorable, and also totally heart wrenching. “you know, i think youre on the right track there with ice cream. how about we just go down to the convenience store together? im pretty sure ren is working there right now anyways. then we dont have to worry about anything melting!” 

ryuji was just about ready to give up on going anywhere else today, especially if it meant having to walk around again in the heat, but he couldnt resist the sweet smile on your face. hed do anything for you in a heartbeat if youd always look at him so sweetly. he was so caught up in his staring that he completely forgot to answer you, you having to snap your fingers in his face just to get him to come back down to earth, because surely when he was with you he was in heaven. “huh? oh! yeah, lets get going!”

you both ran to the train station, out of breath and sweaty by the time youd have reached shibuya. you almost gave ren a heart attack with the amount of noise caused by you and ryuji walking in to the convenience store. after almost getting him fired for talking way longer than he should have been, you and ryuji walk back to the station in no rush, eating your popsicles quietly. 

“what flavor did you get?” you ask ryuji as you stand waiting by the station. “cherry limeade, you wanna try?” he brings the popsicle closer to your face, assuming youd simply grab it in your own hand. what ryuji was not expecting, however, was for you to lean yourself closer to him, taking a lick of the popsicle while it was still held in his hand. his eyes turn wide like a rabbit would, incredibly surprised as you get closer to him, he swears he can feel the tingling electricity throughout his entire body. where did this boldness come from, and why are you so nonchalant about it? he can fell his ego deflating when his whole arm shakes after you pull away and lick your lips, the artificial fruit flavoring tasting cold yet electrifying. “ooh that ones super tasty!” you exclaim, and ryuji swears he sees your eyes shining.

your icy treat smells of the sweet ocean, like someones squeezed a freshly picked lemon into it. “do you wanna try mine? its blue lemonade.” you hold the popsicle up to him in the same way, but ryujis too nervous to even grab it out of your hand, let alone lean in like you had. “oh uhm… no thanks, im allergic to uh…. lemons?” he stammers out, leaning back a bit. you shrug. “more for me then!”

ryuji was sure it was getting even hotter outside, even though it was painfully obvious the sun would be setting soon. he tried not to make eye contact with you again, but the image of you staring at him so excitedly a moment ago was still fresh on his mind. 

he regrets when he gives in and looks over at you again, as youve gotten down to the bottom of the popsicle by now. hes even more surprised to see the way you take almost the whole stick into your mouth, and suck on the remaining of the icy treat. he feels his eyes travel down to your adams apple, watching it move as you swallow. he notices the mixture of sweat and fruit juice dripping down from your chin, which in any other situation he might have made fun of you for. suddenly hes more flustered than hes been all day, and cant help but look away suspiciously quick.

as soon as you turn to look at him, he feels much smaller under your gaze, unable to hide how much you affected him, without you even realizing. now you know its not just you whos been feeling the tension thicken more as today has dragged on. youre not sure what to say, or if you should even say anything. clearly theres something going on between the two of you, but neither of you are able to muster up enough courage to address it.

youre about ready to just say your goodbyes and make your way back home, but ryuji decides to speak up before you can act out your walk of shame. “hey y/n, have you noticed anything uhm, you know, weird between us recently?” he asks, you cant tell if youve ever heard ryuji sound so unsure before. you pretend to think for a moment before responding. “now that you mention it the air seems much hotter today, and thicker too.” you dont miss the way you see ryujis face heat up at that remark. he mentally curses for not having a way to hide the way the blush creeps up his neck and ears.

“yeah i think ive noticed that too. but i havent been able to put my finger on what exactly has been bugging me.” you, unlike some would say about ryuji, arent stupid. you both know that he knows whats going on here, but hes going to make you say it first. you hold back a sigh, something youve been doing a lot recently, and finally find the right words. “i think that theres… something going on between us, ryuji.” you dont dare raise your eyes from their look on the ground. you can see ryuji let out a breath of relief, he wasnt sure if you were actually going to go along with this. “yeah, i see what you mean… i uh, i mean i see it too.” he drags his foot against the pavement of the station square. your heart that points to him is a deep blue, like the sky before the storm clouds build, or the ocean on a late night stroll.

even if you swallow, your words fill up on the tip of your tongue, feeling so close to overflowing. “have you ever thought of us as more than friends?” you ask in such a low voice you werent sure if he would hear it, and ryuji almost didnt over the loud beating of his heartbeat. now what is he supposed to do? there was so hint in your tone of voice that you thought of him the same way. he wasnt even sure if you were nervous, for all he knew you were more uncomfortable than anything else. he struggles to think of an answer that wont totally humiliate himself and also not hurt your feelings. “well… i guess so, yeah.” he responds. he doesnt miss the way you tense up at his answer, and he feels his heart sink.

you finally look up at him, that same sweet look in your eyes from earlier, and suddenly he thinks that maybe its so bad he decided to be honest. “oh my god really? wow.. im so relieved!” you sigh out. ryuji thinks he likes that tone of your voice. “i honestly thought i was going crazy! like i never noticed just how… close we are until today! everything just seemed to click and i swear i dont even know where it came from but im starting to really like-” ryuji leans in closer to you, effectively shutting you up with a nervous kiss to you lips. you can feel him smirk against you when you melt into the kiss. you feel yourself return to the original soft blue youve grown to love the moment he embraces you.

reluctantly pulling away, ryuji wipes the excess popsicle off of his lips with the same stupid smile on his face. you stick your tongue out at him, showing now that your tongue is purple instead of blue, and that immediately wipes the confident expression on his face. youre starting to get used to seeing ryuji flustered and different shades of pink or red. you grab his hand, dragging him off to go catch your train. 

as the doors close behind you, youre suddenly reminded of what he said earlier. “wait a minute, i thought you said you were allergic to lemons!” he rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. “well i only said that because i was too nervous to.. you know, grab the popsicle out of your hand.” you cant help but laugh at him. “whats so funny? you act like if you were in my shoes you wouldn't have reacted the same way!” you shrug your shoulders. “summer isnt over yet, i guess well just have to wait and see until next time.”  he sighs, exasperated, before whispering under his breath “youre gonna be the death of me.” you smile at him. this is perfect, youd wish for nothing more, just the two of you. like this summer, it melts in your mouth like your feeling of love.

inspired by blue lemonade by red velvet , give it a listen if you havent before !

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Hide and Seek

Pairing: Larissa Weems x OC (Leonora Locke)

Word Count: 2273

Warning: Implied smut 

Author’s Note: This is my first fic, so don’t judge too hard please! I was inspired by the fantastic writers here so I figured I’d give it a shot. I was thinking about writing a part 2, let me know if you’re interested! I have a lot of ideas for this OC. 

“If you have any other questions, you just let me know, love.” you smiled as the young vampire nodded, before she skipped off with a stack of books in hand. Four months into your first year at Nevermore, and while you were still getting used to the way things worked around here, you couldn’t be happier. Never in your life had you been surrounded by so many outcasts, people who understood your way of being. Growing up as a sorceress with only your mother to learn from was… isolating to say the least. So when you saw the opening for a librarian position at Nevermore Academy, you jumped at the opportunity, and wow you were so thankful you had. Gorgons, werewolves, sirens; people you had only read about existing in your studies... you got to see them work, learn, and probably most importantly, thrive, in front of your own eyes. You loved the students dearly, as well as your colleagues, but there was one person in particular who had caught your eye. 

You returned to your desk, sighing to find it once again a disorganized mess. You begin sorting and shuffling things around when you hear the main door open and close. You smiled, this library was well loved by students and staff alike, and mumbled a quick hello to whoever had walked in as you continued organizing your mess of a desk. You heard a soft clicking of a pair of heels approach your desk, smack dab in the center of the library. Not pausing to look up, you continue sorting through papers. 

“What can I help you with, love?”

“Love? Not my first choice of pet name, but I’ll take it I suppose.” 

Your blood froze in your veins. Slowly looking up, you were met with the person who had occupied the majority of your thoughts since the day you arrived in Nevermore. 

“Larissa-ah- Principal Weems! I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean t-”

She chuckled, her perfect cherry lips were fastened into a teasing smirk, bright eyes sparkling in amusement. “I’m just joking, Leonora.” 

You and Larissa had become fast friends since your start at Nevermore, although what she saw in you, you had no idea. You had spent many hours between coffee runs at the Weathervane and wine nights in her office getting to know her, and she was as intelligent and hilarious as she was beautiful. You had been trying to work up the courage to progress your relationship beyond being just friends, but you never found the right moment. Besides, she’s Larissa freaking Weems, you’re sure she’s got a line of suitors from Nevermore to Jericho. 

“Of course! Right! Um, so what can I help you with today?” 

She begins to scan the nearby shelves from where she stood. “There’s a book on the history of vampire lore in the media I was interested in checking out, you wouldn’t happen to be able to show me where it’s located, would you?” 

You furrowed your brow. “Hmm… I don’t think I know exactly where the book you're looking for is…” You smiled, before grabbing a wooden planchette off of your desk, focusing your magickal energy into it. “...but, I think I can point you in the right direction.” You stand up, crossing to her. “If you wouldn’t mind, could you visualize anything about the particular book you’re looking for- book cover, title, subject matter- anything at all, and then touch this planchette for me?”

She quirked a brow at you. “Is this some sort of magic trick?”

You smirked, chuckling slightly. “Something like that.”

She stared at you for another moment, unconvinced, before sighing and closing her eyes, and after a moment, touching the planchette in your hands. She jumped, offering a slight squeak as the planchette tugged at your grasp, pulling you to the east wing of the library. You smiled at her expression, the shock on her face morphing into fascination as she turned to look at you. She smiled in amusement and awe. “Absolutely fascinating.”

You chuckled at her, her smile causing one of your own to spread across your face. “Come on, it’s this way.” 

The planchette brought you to the far wall of the east wing of the library. After a few moments of scanning, you released your magick and grabbed the book Principal Weems was looking for, holding it out to her.

“Ta da! The book you requested.” 

She smiled, taking the book from your hands. “Thank you. Now, I must say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen magick like that. I’m quite impressed by you, Ms. Locke.”

Your cheeks immediately began to heat up under her gaze. “Oh, it’s really nothing. Just a simple locator spell.”

“Locator spell?” she quirked her head to the side, absolutely fascinated. 

“Yeah- I use the Earth’s natural metals to create a magnet in my mind’s eye, then through visualization I can find whatever I need. The clearer picture I have in my head, the easier it is to find, which is why I needed your help to visualize through the planchette.” You spoke excitedly, you were always excited to talk about your abilities with Larissa, she was the first person you had ever come across who was genuinely interested in them.

“Interesting… and you can use that spell to find, well, anything?” 

“Yep.”

“Anything at all?”

“Correct.”

She looked to her left and right, taking in the empty library. It was awfully close to curfew, so most of the students had headed back to the dorms by this point. Her lips curled into a dazzling smile, and her eyes sparked with what almost looked like… mischief? You stared, slightly confused.

“Did…did you need to find something else?”

“Not quite,” she smirked, her eyes sweeping your much smaller form, and your cheeks grew even warmer. “But I do want to see if you can find something.”

“What?”

She leaned down, whispering in your ear, her breath tickling your neck and sending a shiver down your spine.

“I want you to find me.”

She stood up to her full height, her eyes never leaving yours. 

“I get a ten minute head start, and then you’ve got half an hour to find me. Winner gets a prize.” 

You stared at her for a moment before responding, barely above a whisper. “Wh-What’s the prize?”

Her gaze swept over you one more time, a wolfish grin spreading over her face. 

“It’s a surprise.” 

You stared at her in shock as she walked towards the library’s exit, hips swaying. She reached the large double doors, before turning around, absolutely catching you staring at her ass. Your eyes snapped up, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. She smirked, a challenge sparkling in her eyes. She’s competitive, you thought. Luckily, so are you.

“Well, what are you waiting for, love? Start the timer.” You snorted at the use of the pet name you had used earlier, before pulling out your phone, setting a timer for her ten minute head start. “Okay- you ready?”

She smiled, her voice dropping low. “Oh, trust me darling, I’ve been ready.”

You paused for a split second. Was she… flirting with you? You shook your head, shaking off the thought. “Okay,” you smirked at her, the mischief in your eyes matching hers. “Ready, set, go!” 

She jumped at your signal, giggling as she dashed out the doors of the library. You had never seen this playful side of Larissa before, and to be honest, you were loving it. She was always the picture of professionalism and poise in front of the students and faculty, you felt honored that she had chosen you of all people to drop her mask in front of. 

The seconds ticking down on the timer felt like hours, as you sat, your mind filled with thoughts about what this prize could possibly be. Winner buys coffee for the week? Winner takes loser’s night patrol? Winner gets fucked on Larissa’s desk? You smirked at the thought, losing yourself in that image, before the buzz of the timer snapped you out of it. Whatever it was, even if it’s just a free coffee and bragging rights, you were going to win. 

You grabbed the planchette off of your desk, once again allowing your magick to flow through it, and you thought of Larissa. Her shocking silver hair, her porcelain skin, her bright eyes. You felt a small tug on the planchette, carefully following its lead as you continued to picture Larissa. 

You picture the curve of her hips, her impossibly long legs. You had memorized every single inch of Larissa, taking every chance you had to admire her when she wasn’t looking. The planchette began tugging you even harder through the quad, but as you reached the fountain, it stopped tugging you altogether. Shit. You looked at your phone, you had ten minutes left to find her. This was going to be harder than you thought. 

You took a deep breath, channeling your magick once again, thinking of Larissa’s face. Nothing. You needed something stronger. You needed something beyond how she looked. You needed to picture her. 

Smiling, you pictured the memories between you. The way she laughs, even at your terrible jokes. The way she rolls her eyes when you try to compliment her, knowing she doesn’t quite believe you. The way her brow furrows and voice slightly raises when she’s passionate about a topic. You picture her surprisingly sweet coffee order, an iced cafe mocha with chocolate drizzle. The electricity you feel every time your hands brush. You feel a warmth take over you as the planchette tugs once again, so strong it almost knocks you off of your feet. You were barely able to hold on as it pulled you through the open door of the Astronomy tower, up several flights of stairs, until you reached the top, an open air classroom for the advanced students. There you found not Larissa Weems, but an older gentleman you recognized as one of the groundskeepers. You almost turned around, but the planchette fought you, dragging you towards the man. You stopped right behind him, chuckling as you realized. 

“Cheater.” 

The groundskeeper turned around, staring at you for a moment, before an unmistakable laugh escaped him. Well, her. You watched as she shifted back to herself, before you threw your hands in the air in triumph.

“Ha! I win! And with-” you check your phone, “three minutes to spare!” 

“Yes, I suppose you did.” She put her hands on her hips, fighting back a smile. “I thought if I shifted I would throw you off.” 

“You did, well, for a minute anyway, but I-um-” you opened your mouth to speak again, but quickly closed it, retracting your arms from the air and averting your eyes, embarrassed to admit the memories you used to find her. 

“Well?” She stepped closer to you, chasing your eyes with hers, but you refused to make eye contact. “How did you do it?”

“I-um. I pictured you.” 

She furrowed her brow. “I thought you said that didn’t work.”

“No-” your voice got a little louder than you wanted, you took a deep breath. You were really doing this. “I pictured you. The essence of you. All of the little things that I like about you. All of the things I wish you saw within yourself. I pictured the things that made me… fall for you, Larissa.”  

She was quiet, and you internally began to panic. You braced for impact, avoiding her gaze even more. It’s fine, you’ll just run away, change your name, and start over from scratch. Easy-

You felt her hand gently grasp your chin, guiding it upwards to meet her eyes. They sparkled- every star in the cosmos were no match for the light in her eyes. Her face gazed at you in awe. “You’ve… fallen for me?”

You took a deep breath, your eyes never leaving hers. “I fell for you the day I met you, Larissa.”

You stared at each other for a moment, before you were pulled to each other, lips crashing together. You both sighed of relief into the kiss, the dam of repressed emotions finally breaking. You don’t know how much time passed, you were lost in her perfume and her warmth as she pulled you impossibly closer, wrapping you up in her strong arms. You finally broke apart, gasping for air before pressing your foreheads together. 

Her voice was barely above a whisper, “I’ve been waiting since you arrived at Nevermore to do that.”

“Really?” You lifted your head to look at her, dumbstruck she reciprocated your feelings,. 

She began to laugh, her smile radiant. “Yes, Leo! Really.” 

You were now smiling widely, trying to say something, anything. “Wow- okay. Wow. I don’t really know what to say, Larissa.” 

“Say you’ll go with me to dinner tomorrow?” She smiled, her hands finding yours, gently squeezing them. 

“I- yes! Absolutely, yes.” You were smiling so hard you thought you were going to break your face. 

You smiled at each other for a moment, taking the other in. You were just about to pull her hands to guide her to the exit when you remembered. 

“Oh, wait! Larissa, what’s my prize for winning?”

“Hmmmm…” she looked thoughtful for a moment, before turning to face you, a wicked grin on her face. With two strides, she had backed you against a pillar, her arms on either side of you. You gasped, body thrumming with anticipation as she leaned down to growl in your ear, a pleasant shiver running through you straight to your core. “Your prize is me… absolutely destroying you.”

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[annesthaeticc]

Last Summer | Benedict C. x Fem!Reader

Last Summer : Chapter Three

SERIES NAVIGATION || PREVIOUS PART

| Series Summary : They say summer romances come and go, just like the season. It’s short-lived, yet it’s all you could ever want. You were starting to believe it, as you’ve had your heart broken badly two summers ago. But you doubt it the moment he entered your father’s secret villa in Greece. Will this be the summer you meet your forever love?

| Chapter Warning : fluff, teeny tiny bit of jealously angst

| Word Count : 2273 words

| A/N : hello! how're u doing! did u have fun celebrating our man's special day last night??? cause i surely did!! comments, hearts, REBLOGS make me smile! please lemme know how this one turned out! <3

In the end, you didn't miss watching the sunset. The line in the ice cream shop was long enough, and by the time you and Ben emerged from the sweetshop, the sun was about to set. You felt bold this time as you pulled him by his hand, and led him towards the pier. 

The sea looked so majestic, sparkling orange and yellow as the sun started to slowly inch down beneath the waves. You sat on the stone and he did the same. 

"We didn't miss the sunset after all," you heard him say. You grinned and licked your vanilla ice cream. 

"It's pretty isn't it?" you asked, taken by such a beautiful view. 

"It is." he answered, looking at the setting sun, then at you. At that moment, you turned and your gazes locked. 

Instantly, you feel your cheeks become warm. Feeling a bit shy, you ducked down and chuckled. 

"I think your cheeks are rosier than the sky," he absentmindedly said. He licked his strawberry ice cream and a chuckle vibrated from his throat. 

"Forgive me, I tend to speak my mind sometimes," he said and that made you giggle. 

"Okay, Mr. Darcy, you're forgiven," you're now hiccupping giggles. You found his words honest and heartwarming. 

"Why thank you Miss Elizabeth. I must admit, I only do it when I'm with someone I feel comfortable with," he looked at you and you could feel he was sincere. 

"Does that mean you feel comfortable with me?" you asked, and finished the remnants of your ice cream cone. 

"I think I am," he replied. 

You found yourself looking at him, your gaze alternating between his ocean blue eyes, and his cupid bow’s lips. His eyes were literally like the sea, it was blue, yet it reflected the color of the sky a little. You wondered what it would feel like to have those eyes be the first thing you see in the morning. His lips looked so soft, so sweet, so inviting. You wondered what it would feel like to have your lips be the first one to kiss those lips in the early morning. 

“Is there something on my face?” he asked, his brows furrowing into a frown. You were broken out of your trance and pointed at the spot where he had smeared his ice cream. 

“Here?” he wiped a clean spot. 

“No,” you muttered, and brought your finger up to wipe it for him. 

Something came over you, you have no idea what it was. It could be the hot weather, or it could be just the mere fact that you like him, and you want him. 

You put your finger into your mouth, slipping it between your lips. Flavor burst in your tongue; strawberry and the littlest hint of salt, his skin. 

Benedict eyed you with a mounting want and need for you. His mind captured the moment you brought your finger to your lips, licking the remnant of ice cream you wiped from the corner of his lips. If you weren’t in a public place, he would've pulled you close to him and kissed you. Kiss you, taste you, mold his tongue against yours. 

He would’ve let you know that he wants you too, in the best and in the worst way possible. He would’ve shown you that whatever is going on is a hundred percent mutual. He would’ve let you feel his growing want and his building need for you. 

Yours and his gazes are locked still, when he heard you say, “I think your eyes are clear blue like the sea.” 

“Looks like I’m not the one who could speak his mind,” Benedict said, his lips curling into a grin. 

“I think that’s because I feel comfortable around you,” you replied, inching closer to him. 

Ben did the same. He craved for your presence, your warmth. He craved to touch you; to have you close to him. He wanted you, ever since he saw you. 

Of all the things he could never expect; it was you. He came to Greece with one thing in his mind; to take a breather before work starts again. But the moment he saw you, he saw your eyes, you were the one thing on his mind. You invaded his thoughts in a way he had never anticipated. He wasn’t prepared to have his mind clouded by you; a beautiful siren. He wasn’t in any way braced to have his heart healed, made whole again, only to be broken after a month or two. 

He knows summer romances tend to end badly, but for you, he’d risk it. 

Because one look at you, he realized he was struck with Cupid’s arrow of love at first sight. One look at you he knew every decision, may it be a good one or a bad one, every risk he’s willing to take, would be absolutely worth it. 

“Maia,” he breathed as he tucked a stray hair away from your face. He witnessed you close your eyes, as if to relish his small yet electric touch. 

“Ben,” you whispered. You tilted your face up a bit, and he took his hint. 

He traced your cheekbone with his thumb, feeling the smoothness of your skin. He closed his eyes too, wanting to just feel you in that certain moment. Your lips were about to touch, a tingling anticipation sizzled between you. But the moment was cut short when your ears pricked, a loud voice calling your name. 

“Maia! Guys they’re here!” Anna’s voice called you out and before the two of you disconnected from your close contact, Benedict felt you exhale, he felt your little exasperated breath against his lips. 

The sun had finally set and the lights on the pier illuminated the cemented footpath. You were walking behind Eva and Benedict, who were talking about something you couldn’t care less listening to. Your cousins had anchored the yacht by the pier and they decided to get dinner in one of the seaside restaurants. They were excited to show Benedict around, particularly Eva. 

Nate stayed behind and walked beside you, talking about living in the US. You weren’t listening much to him, all you caught was that he’s excited to own an apartment in upper Manhattan. Oh, and he’s looking forward to starting the business, getting to work. You nodded, and hummed when nodded, just to appear interested. 

But your eyes were burning. Boring hot holes on Eva’s little blonde head. You weren’t one to get jealous but you feel it slowly simmering inside of you. 

Oh Benedict, what have you done to me? 

To say that you were into him was an understatement. No, your simple crush turned into something more when you two held hands. His touch was so gentle and his hold on you was comforting. You felt nothing but belongingness and just pure bliss. 

He had an effect on you. He brought out something in you. Something you’ve never felt before. You were cautious for a few seconds, trying to thread on an uneven ground, but when he squeezed your hand while walking, you felt that uncertainty, that fear dissipate into the hot summer air. 

He was something new, something that you had never experienced before, yet he felt like he was home. It felt like you could just be you when you’re around him. You could bare who you truly are, and bare a side of you that you’re yet to find out and get to know. 

You’re well and truly aware of how summer romances end. It’s messy and certainly grueling. A temporary high, as you’ve called it. Brief yet it sure made your heart burst. You of all people, should know it by now. You should be sure not to do it again and redo your past mistakes. 

But he’s all to blame. You cannot exactly help it. You became merciless under his intense gaze, you became powerless in the mildest and littlest of his touch. He ignited that resting fire in you, a raging one. 

A fire that urges you to try, one more time. Just try. Try to love with your broken but slowly recovering heart for him, with him. A fire that pushes you to risk it. To risk the walls that you’ve barred around your heart and let it crumble and fall, for him, with him. A fire that makes you want to do it right this time. You want to do it right this time, for him and with him. You want this summer with him not to be your last, but rather, your forever. 

Lovestruck thoughts were broken when Nate guided you into the steps of the restaurant, his hand gripping your wrist. You came out of it and minded yourself, you gave him a smile, as if to say thanks, and settled on one of the chairs. You decided to sit between Anna and Nate, wanting to stay away from Benedict for a few hours just to get your thoughts straight. 

“We were waiting for you but Kit was too excited,” Eva said and you nodded. Benedict apologized and said he was the one to blame for keeping you. Eva was quick to forgive, saying “It’s fine, you can always board the yacht anyway.” 

You watched their exchange but quickly turned away before you could grab the glass full of water and shower Eva with it. It was a bit pointless anyway, she just came from the sea and you bet she wouldn’t mind getting wet in front of Ben. 

The whole entirety of dinner, you were distracted. Mind was sailing somewhere else. Your seatmates were buzzing, a great contrast to your mood that was taking a deep dive. Anna pulled you away and excused the two of you. Luckily Eva didn’t follow. Anna locked the two of you in the women’s room with a stern look on her face. 

“Maia, what’s going on?” she asked. You instantly crumbled. 

“I don’t know Anna,” you defeatedly sighed. 

“Maia,” she sighed. She instantly empathized with you and stood next to you. She wrapped her around your shoulder. 

“Please be careful. I can see you’re already taken with him,” 

“What?” you gasped at the incredulity. Was it that obvious?

“I saw the two of you! You were about to kiss!” she hissed. You hid your glowing rose cheeks behind your hands. 

“Maia, you and I know what happened last time. I was there when you ran out of tissues, bawling your eyes out. I don’t want that to happen again, not to you.” 

“I'll try to do it right this time. I’ll make it last, I’ll do it right.” you firmly said. You turned, making your way to the door. 

“And what if he doesn’t?” 

“Then I’ll walk away knowing I at least tried.” you said before finally leaving. 

The others were quick to sense the mood and agreed it was time to go home. You continued to maintain a safe distance from him as your doubts and worries buzzed in the back of your mind. Your cousins said their goodbyes along the way, parting in different directions. Until the two of you were the only ones heading towards the same place. If earlier, you two were inseparable, now it is different. A distance separated you from him. But you longed to touch him again, to feel him again. 

The house was quiet and dark when you arrived. You stopped, stooped down by the door and removed your high heels sandals to avoid making noise. You could feel him follow you, his steps gentle under the wooden stairs. 

You halted by your bedroom door, and he did the same, hand on the knob. 

“Well, goodnight,” you softly said. 

“Goodnight,” he said. You could see him smile, illuminated by the faint light of the moon. 

“Before you go, can you tell me one thing?” you asked and walked the small space between you. 

“Anything,” he exhaled as you stood close in front of him. 

“Do you like Eva?” 

“In what way?” 

“This way.” you whispered before finally pulling him down for a kiss. 

Lips finally crashed with each other, sampling and tasting. His lips were soft and you thought, no words could describe how you love the feel of his lips against yours. You breathed into his parted lips, before pulling away. 

“My green-eyed goddess,” he murmured and sought out to touch your face. He gently pushed you onto the wall, his hand touching your cheek, his arm snaking around your waist. 

“I like you, Maia.” he said, and just like the moon, you glowed in his words. 

“In what way?” you echoed his words, and softly caressed his chest. 

“This way.” he said the same words you uttered before ducking his head and letting his lips taste yours. 

The kiss was firmer, fiercer this time. You threaded your fingers in his curls and he gasped in pleasure. He grinded his hips against yours in retaliation. There was no pretense, no fooling around this time round. When you parted and gasped for air, he looked at you with eyes so bright, so full of hope, so full of something more. 

One nod, one small smile was all he needed. A silent understanding. You want him, you need him. He wants you, he needs you. It’s all so simple. 

Only one door closed that night when there were supposed to be two. A loud crash against the hinges that broke the silent trance in the house. Only one door closed that night when there were supposed to be two, and it was yours.

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks again @spurious for tagging me! This time I’m getting to it while it is still actually Wednesday in your time zone and not yet in mine, so maybe I’ll be inspired to write tomorrow!

I’m also not tagging anyone, but if you want me to tag you, go ahead and steal this and pretend I did! (also, you’re welcome to dm me and let me know you’d like to play in the future, and I’ll tag you next time)

State of the WIPs

Stargate:

Take me there again: 2181 words and done except for editing!

Noir!Rodney: 2803 words

Gender swap: 1345 words (word count is down because notes are now a separate doc and some pieces are in order, but writing is happening again!)

Fake dating: 885 words (and it has a plot now!)

crow!John: 469 words

Rodney McKay Goes to Maine: 2273 words

AR1 is really hot: 142 words

MASH:

BJ is the Worst: 2852 words

The problem with starting halfway through #5: 2236 words

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[mochie85]

Demons

Chapter 29 of my Mayari series.

Mayari Masterlist | Complete Masterlist

Summary: Loki goes into your memories and witnesses your past. A/N: This entire series is inspired by songs. The complete playlist can be found here on Spotify. Word Count: 2273 Warnings: Action sequence, murder, mentions of blood, abuse (nothing done by the main characters) Art By: Lapu Lapu by: winwinwinwin Hinewai by: KJD Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

You were sitting on a moss-covered rock in the middle of the sea. Endless water surrounds you as the crescent moon shines brightly up above, highlighting your figure. Your long silver-blue hair flowed down from your head into the water below while your markings were glowing on your skin. You looked so much younger than you were now. You were a living beacon. The embodiment of the siren from those Midgardian fairy tales Loki loved to read about.

Where am I? Am I in her memories? Loki looked around at your memory, trying to find something familiar.

You both turned your heads to the left as you heard the waves break from a massive ship heading towards you. You smiled as you sang out to your would-be saviors. You hoped that they heard your song. Hoped that the waves of the ocean sent your call out to the farthest reaches of the seas to save you.

As they neared closer to you, you started singing a different song. A call for help. A song about a lonely maiden stuck out at sea. When the sailors helped you off the tiny rock, you compelled them and took control of the vessel. They realized too late that your helpless act was all a ploy just to get onto their ship.

You led them to moor on one of the nearby islands to the south. Next to hundreds of ships alike, scattered along the shore. Their sailors on land were all confused. All compelled.

“Great work sister. These men will do just fine.” Apolaki said to you, looking over your most recent acquisition.

“Thank you kuya. It is nearing sunrise. I will have to go back. Father might suspect something,” you worried aloud. Bathala, your father, was as powerful as the sky was wide. The supreme being who had created you and your siblings and blessed each one of you with gifts.

At the time, you looked at your gift as a burden. A task that you were obliged to undertake. Apolaki said that your father wanted to keep you in the dark. To be of service with the moon. You began to resent your father for this. You wanted to be free to come and go as you please. Not to be stuck at night, only seeing darkness and shadow.

“Go. He cannot know what we are planning.”

“Yes, kuya.” You responded. Apolaki watched and waited till you were out past the tree line before he left himself, concealing his tracks. You trusted your older brother. Apolaki had convinced you that your father was trying to keep you hidden. To keep you from gaining your full potential. He had convinced you that keeping you at night and keeping Apolaki during the day, made you weak and unable to stand up to him.

But you wanted to see the day. Everyone was out during the day when Apolaki was. He got to watch people in their daily lives. He got to see the farmers out in the rice fields. He got to watch the hunters stalk their kill to bring back to their families. He got to watch friends talk by the river as they washed their clothes. He witnessed young couples holding hands. He witnessed life.

You couldn’t witness anything at night, except the darkness that hides inside of people. You saw the seedier aspects of humanity. The secrets, the attempts to harm one another.

Apolaki said the only way to get your freedom and to see the day was to overthrow your father by waging war. However, both of you were not enough. You would need an army to slow Bathala down and possibly weaken him. Apolaki hatched a plan to kidnap able-bodied men and compel them to fight for your freedom. Not from the village, your father would become suspicious. But any unfortunate soul who would wander too close to your paradise island. And when your father was weak enough, both of you can imprison him, together.

It was the night of the attack. Apolaki was nowhere to be seen. He did not greet you at dusk as planned and you had a sense of unease that something had happened to him.

You decided to go ahead with the plan. You had led the army of compelled sailors and soldiers against your father. Hoping that Apolaki would show up at dawn to help fight against Bathala, as planned.

When Bathala saw you take charge, he was broken-hearted. Your father fought valiantly. He single-handedly took on a battalion of soldiers with just his strength and his power to call thunder and lightning. He easily destroyed more than half of the legions you gathered.

“Why are you doing this anak?” Bathala asked you.

“I am not a child. I do not need your protection any longer. Stop hiding me away!” you yelled. You were worried. It had taken all night and Apolaki had yet to arrive.

“I only hide you to protect you. Your powers are not strong enough to handle the burn of the sun.”

The two of you fought. Bathala defended himself from you, growing weary with each blow you cast. Suddenly, he stopped. His eyes were gone, distant. They weren’t watching you anymore, they were watching something else.

“Your brother! Where is he?”

“He will come shortly.”

“You are a distraction. You were sent to keep me here. He will kill your mother and your sister.” Bathala ran, but he saw it too late. Being the god of the sky, he should be able to see everything that goes on underneath it. Yet, he couldn’t see this. He didn’t see you amass an army to defeat him. He didn’t see Apolaki’s plan before it came to fruition.

“You lie! Come back here. Our quarrel is with you," you ran after him. "He promised to leave Mama and Tala alone!” You need to stop him. Apolaki was supposed to take Bathala’s crown, and then share it with you. The sun and the moon sharing the sky. Both of you, able to come and go as you please. Apolaki had promised to leave your mama and sister alone.

Bathala arrived at your house too late. He walked through the entrance to find Apolaki's sword struck deep inside your mother. He watched as Apolaki pulled it out only to search for your younger sister, Tala, who was crying underneath the bed. Bathala enraged, yelled, and struck Apolaki with lightning. The arc of light and thunder shook the earth beneath him and caught the house on fire.

You arrived only minutes after your father. Your feet were not as fast as the god of the sky. You looked around you to see your mother on the floor, her dress soaked in dark red.

“NO!” You cried out. You dropped your daggers to go to your mother. “Mama! Mama, please. Please.” You cried out in anguish. You picked her body off the floor. She looked asleep. That’s it; she’s only sleeping. That’s all. “Please be ok. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her eyes were open, and she didn’t move. The weight of her head lolled back as you cradled her in your arms. Your body felt weak and numb from the sight of your mother. You cried aloud as you rocked her back and forth, willing life to enter her once again.

You heard your brother and father fighting.

“Why Apolaki? Why would you do his?” Your father yelled.

“You left my mother. FOR HER?! Were we not enough for you? You left the goddess of the sea for a mortal woman?! The depravity. What’s worse is now you sired two half mutts. Do you think I would ever share the sky with either of them? I will kill you all and rule the skies myself.” Apolaki attacked your father.

You looked around and noticed the house was engulfed in flame. You looked down at your mother. You closed her eyes shut and laid her gently down.

“Forgive me, mama. I love you, so, so much. I’m sorry.” You got up to look for your sister. You heard her crying and hiding underneath the bed.

“Shh, Shh Tala. It’s ok. It’s ok.”

“Ate, I’m scared. Why did kuya hurt mama?” She said crying to you.

“I’m sorry, my darling. I’m sorry you had to see that.” You started crying. “He promised.” You whispered to yourself. Hating yourself for believing his lie. You grabbed Tala by her hand to lead her out of the house.

The plan had gone wrong. Apolaki lied to you. He used you to make an army so he could get your father out of the house. Apolaki probably planned on you being killed in the fight against your father. All he would have to do is fight Bathala – already tired and wary from the previous fight. That coward. Getting you to do the dirty work.

The two of you ran. Far away from the house, far away from the village. When you got to the shore, you compelled whoever was there to take you and your sister to the nearest ship.

“Ate, I’m scared.” Tala cried at the sight of foreign men on a weird boat.

“You have nothing to worry about, Tala. I will protect you from now on.” You assured her. The ship sailed away far from the island. You could see thunder and lightning being called in the distance. Whatever happens, you hoped that you and your sister would get further enough away from the winner so they would not catch you.

The journey was long. During the day, you and Tala hid underneath the decks. At night, you only came out under the shadow of the ships, making sure the sky could not see you. You had compelled most of the sailors to forget your existence as soon as their eyes left your presence. You did not need loose lips slipping your whereabouts to whoever won the fight.

Until one night, a rough storm had caught the ship. It tossed and turned like a ball in between hands. Thunder and lightning had pierced the sky. The ship capsized, throwing most of the sailors overboard. Including you and Tala.

You held tight to her hand. Not wanting to be separated. A fierce wind came howling, sending waves upon waves. A hand grabbed you by your neck and threw you against the deck of their Karakoa ship. You lay there coughing out water as you heard another thud next to you.

“Tala! Tala, are you ok?” You crawled to her.

“Papa!” She yelled as she got up. She ran up to him and gave him a big hug. He opened his arms to embrace her. Smiling, knowing that she was safe. You sat on your knees, watching him and your sister. You weren’t allowed the privilege of hugging your father anymore, you’re sure. Not after what you did.

“Are you not going to give your papa a hug?” He said to you. Sarcasm and rage dripped from each word. You frowned, tears flowing freely from your already wet face.

“Papa!” You cried. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You continued to beg for forgiveness as you knelt there on the deck of his ship. You knew he would punish you, you just hoped that it wouldn’t be in front of your sister. She had seen enough.

“You disappoint me, Mayari. I thought I taught you better than that. To communicate. Your mama was always good about talking with you two. If you had a problem, you should’ve talked to me about it.”

“But would you have listened?” You cried.

SLAP.

Your father’s hand reached across to hit you. “Now look what happened.” He said, disappointment and anger lacing his every word. You continued crying. “You children always think you know better.” He shook his head.

“Please, papa. I didn’t know what he was planning. I just wanted to be out in the world. To witness life. To watch the villagers. He promised that he would spare mama and Tala.” You pleaded. “It’s my fault Mama is dead.” You let out a wail. The memory of seeing your mother on the floor will haunt you till your last breath. You were a monster.

“I shall grant your wish. You want to witness life? You want to watch over the villagers? Then that is what you shall do.” He pointed out to the horizon. A large mountain comes into focus, the clouds from the storm disappearing. Soon you could see the shapes of palm trees and hills. The island was surrounded by cliffs and large outcrops. There was a river flowing down, cascading into waterfalls down into the ocean. The water creates mist and clouds rise to meet the trees. It looked like the island was floating.

“I cannot risk your brother finding the both of you. I have severely limited his power, but I will not underestimate him again. Nor you. You are to remain on this island till I release you. You will be of service to the village and the people of this island. You will witness firsthand their lives until I let you free.”

“Papa, please. Do not trap me here. I wish to be free.” He slapped you again. The pain, ringing in your ears. You fell to the floor and raised your hand defending yourself from another attack.

Loki felt a hot rage build up within his chest. He tried to stop your father. He placed himself in between you and Bathala to stop him from hitting you. But his image just went straight through him. Loki forgot that he was in your head, reliving your memories. His heart ached for you. It broke at the sight of your devastated form crying on the deck of the ship.

“Your mother is dead! And if you do not wish to end up like her, I suggest you take this leniency. Take your sister and go.”

“Papa!” Tala said. “Please stop. Don’t hit até.” Tala cried, as she hugged you and covered you from your father.

“I will come to visit once a month.” He said to Tala. “I want to protect you and your sister.”

“Apolaki killed mama. I saw it. Mayari saved me. She didn’t know.”

“That is why I have only banished her. She will be your guardian till she proves herself.”

⬅️Chapter 28: Leading Us Along | Chapter 30: I'm So Sick➡️

A/N 2: I took a lot of liberties in incorporating Filipino mythology and lore. I hope you all like it. FUN FACT: Mayari is already a part of the Marvel Universe. She is not as developed as the character I have written. Not much of her is known. So this version of Mayari is still very much my own! I believe she is mentioned only in passing in one of Thor's comic arcs.

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An Honest Tale

for @bloomingcockroaches, by @pinchinlanesblog

PROMPT: Something with Gibbs encountering something otherworldly and preternatural before he ever met Jack. WORD COUNT: 2273

Author’s Note: Joshamee Gibbs shares a tale. Takes place pre-COTBP. Rated T.

The cabin boy slid across the decking and down the hatch, clutching his prize in his hand. He wouldn’t be missed for some time; it was eight bells and he should, by all rights, have been tucked up safe in his hammock and swinging away into dreamland. The men snored and muttered to themselves as he darted by, silent as a mouse, pausing only to sway and right himself when the mighty ship that carried them was tossed by the waves.

  A single light shone in the darkness, illuminating the place beyond the heavy casks and crates, where sailors often gambled and drank and carried out other illicit activities.

  Gibbs waited in the glow of the lantern, and squinted against it when the boy burst into view, brandishing the bottle he carried.

  “Quick, boy,” said Joshamee Gibbs, “lest ye be seen.”

  “Only half a bottle tonight, Mister Gibbs,” the boy said, eyes bright with the night’s promise. “Missus Captain was took with a headache after the fish course, and the officers laid in.”

  Gibbs took the bottle and held it up toward the lantern light, measuring the meager contents with a grim expression. “Only the one story tonight, lad,” he said resolutely, though the boy’s yearning look led him to relent. “I’ll be fair and let ye choose.”

  The boy wedged himself between a pair of crates, unearthing the worn blanket he’d stowed to wrap around his shoulders. His bare ankles protruded from the worn cuffs of his trousers; he was skinny as a rail, and would soon grow into a lanky youth if Fortune were kind enough.

  “The midshipmen were trading ghost stories earlier,” the boy said. “Ghost dogs and hinkypunks and ladies in white and headless queens. Tell me a ghost story, Mister Gibbs, so’s I can have one to tell.”

  Gibbs sniffed disdainfully. The boy was still green and earnest, hair sticking out from under his cap, bright eyes gleaming in the lantern light. The midshipmen on his first ship had been like boy gods, cruel and distant, doling out punishment and favor arbitrarily. He evermore held in his heart that he could’ve bested them all in some far away land where rank and privilege did not matter. He searched his memory and came up with a story closer to the truth than those he most often told.

  “I had fewer years than you have,” Gibbs said, “and it weren’t in some castle nor manor house I saw it, but on a country lane, in the late autumn afternoon, and as plain as the nose on yer face.”

  “Ghosts don’t come out in daylight,” the boy groused, rubbing at his nose. “Ever’one knows that.”

  “That’s what they want you to think, ye see,” he said, leaning forward and thumping his knuckles against the table. “What kind of world would it be if men knew that all around ‘em shades wandered, low and mournful? Would you sleep half as peaceful as you do, swingin’ to sleep in yer hammock, if you knew that all around ye stood the ghosts of them who came before?” He shuddered, fingers seeking the worn talisman hidden in his sleeve to ward against wandering spirits.

  The boy looked around himself doubtfully, and inched closer to where the pool of light spilled from the lantern. “What’d ye see, Mister Gibbs?”

  “It were market day,” he said, voice pitched low. “A fine autumn day, the like of which has never been and never again will be. There were a holiday feel to the air, and everyone were right good-natured, plyin’ their wares and barterin’ back and forth.”

  Gibbs slipped into his story, seeing in his mind’s eye the boy he had been as he raced along behind his brother and his brother’s friends. Down the worn stones they’d gone, out of the village green and into the woods beyond, toward the old church that stood half gone and missing. The older boys were intent on catching fish in the pond, and more intent on spying on any girls that might be bathing, and young Joshamee had yearned to be included for the sake of being included.

  “M’brother were older, and his friends were out for mischief and fun. I followed as I could, hollerin’ out when I got tangled up in vines or stuck clamberin’ over a fence. M’brother were good-natured enough to help me, but soon left me behind as his friends wanted, leavin’ me to walk past the old churchyard on me own.”

  The boy’s eyes were wide. “T’was it there ye saw the ghost, Mister Gibbs?”

  Gibbs shook his head. “T’was a sleepy, quiet place. I saw no ghost there.” He took a drink to counter the memory. “I saw no ghost, but ‘twas sure that each minute brought me closer to seeing one. The trees grew close over the narrow road, and the sun was shut out, slippin’ through here and there to play tricks on my eyes. I thought of every story I’d ever heard, of changelings and fairies and things that look like people but aren’t.”

  The boy shivered, rubbing at his nose. Gibbs took a swig from his bottle and resolutely replaced the cork, patting it good-naturedly. “Yer village were closer to the water than mine,” he said, “and ye might not know what it be like when the trees grow so close together that they swaller up the sunlight and birdsong. M’brother and his friends might as well have been on the moon, so silent and lonesome it were.” He shook his hoary head. “As I went along, it seemed to me that I heard the sound of a bell ringin’.”

  “A churchbell?”

  “Nay, more like a bell what’d hang on the harness of a horse. It were far off, as if the horse and rider were down the lane, but I looked forward and backward and saw none.” He hunched his shoulders, leaning his arms against the table. “With the ringin’ of the bell I began to hear other sounds, like the snappin’ of twigs and the rustlin’ of low branches. My fear got the best of me and I began to run, lookin’ this way and that, sure that somethin’ were about to reach out and catch me.”

  He remembered it keenly, the way the terror had stolen his breath and made his chest feel tight. All other terrors that would assail Joshamee Gibbs over the course of his long life were born from that first, lonely feeling of helplessness and horror.  Gibbs rubbed at his chest, warming himself against the memory.

  “As I neared a bend in the road, out sprang m’brother and his friends from the low cover, and gave me such a fright I bowled over backwards and lay lookin’ up at the branches in my terror.”

  The boy made a sound of disgust. “Did ye give ‘em what for, Mister Gibbs?”

  Gibbs chuckled. “I were just a little feller. I cried, and m’brother were kind enough to say it were because I’d fallen over where a root had pushed up from under the ground and hurt myself.  They gathered me up and we headed for home, for the girls’ bathin’ had scared away all the fish, and the boys had scared the girls away from the water.”

  The boy nodded sagely. “That’ll happen.”

  “Aye, lad. It will. As I were walkin’ along behind the boys I heard the bell again, clear as day, but distant still. ‘What is that bell ringin’?’ I asked my brother, and he said he heard none, and on we went, kickin’ stones and laughin’ and quarrelin’. Ever’ so often I’d turn and look back, and by and by it came so that the other boys were far ahead, and the stillness of the place took over once again.”

  The boy’s eyes were as round as saucers. “What happened then, Mr. Gibbs?”

  “As I turned to go I heard the bell once again, and closer than before. It seemed to me that I could hear other things, as well, such as the tramp of a horse’s hooves and the squeak of a cart’s wheels. A shape seemed to well up out of the gloom, takin’ shape slowly, and all the time makin’ its way down the lane.”

  “What was it?” the boy whispered, clutching at his spindly arms through the thin material of his little jacket.

  “A cart and horse,” Gibbs said, “all shadowy, as if made from the mist. I stood stock still, not darin’ to move nor make a peep. They came right up to me, close enough that I could feel the little tremor in the ground at the horse’s footfalls. He was a big fellow, gray, dappled over, and the cart was gray too, and the man who drove…”

  The boy nearly stuffed his fist in his mouth.

  “All pale and gray, he was, gaunt of face and hunched over. He looked at me, and I looked at him. He drew on the reins and shifted himself, as if to make room for me on the seat. There they stood, and there I stood, clutchin’ at m’self and whimperin’, prayin’ for him to take his sad, dead eyes off me.”

  The boy drew his knees up tight, face pale.

  “I thought we’d stand there waitin’ each other out until the trumpet sounded, but at last he looked to his horse. He didn’t turn back to me as they went by, only called to his horse in a voice like leaves scatterin’ in the wind.”

  “What did he say?” the boy whispered, in a paroxysm of fearful delight. “What did he say to the horse?”

  “Only told ‘im to get along, and the harness jangled as the horse shook his head, and on they went.” Gibbs huffed. “They faded back into nothin’ before they reached m’brother and the other boys.”

  The boy was beside himself. “What happened after that? Did he go to the market? Did you see him again? Was it an omen? Who was it?”

  Gibbs shrugged. Nothing had happened, as most often nothing does. It had been a wisp, a bit of memory caught between the trees and the ground, a peculiar meeting of two souls on an autumn day. He relented at the hunger in the boy’s eyes, and drew on a lifetime of fancy to round out his story.

  “Nothin’ happened all that day,” Gibbs said lowly. “It were a bright and happy day, and I got over my fright soon enough. It weren’t ‘til the sun had gone down that I’d heard it again, that bell ringin’, and the creak of the cart wheels. I slid down out of bed and scampered across the floor to look out into the yard, and there were the old man and his cart.” He leaned into the story, stretching his face into a look of horror and dismay. “His cart were empty, and I could tell he wanted somethin’ from me by the way he looked out at the house.”

  “He wanted to take you away,” the boy shuddered.

  “What was strange,” Gibbs said, relishing his story, “was that part of me wanted to go with him. I imagined I could feel the wooden seat, chilled underneath my hand, and hear the creak of the harness. I were half out the door when my brother called out in his sleep, startlin’ me out of my wits. I sprang back in bed and pulled the sheet up over my head, and stayed that way ‘til Dawn herself came shinin’ rosy and sweet o’er the fields.” He took a swig from his bottle. “I’d half convinced myself that it were all a dream, and stepped out of the door in the mornin’ with a spring in m’step. Only…”

  “What?” the boy breathed.

  “Only there at the gate, where the cart had been, were the tracks of a horse and cartwheels, and…”

  The boy shook.

  “And an old tarnished bell, all dented and worn, as if it’d seen a lifetime of service.”

  The ship creaked and groaned; the men swung in their hammocks somewhere beyond the lantern light. “What do ye reckon it was, Mr. Gibbs?” the boy whispered.

  Gibbs mulled over the question, and surprised himself by answering honestly. “Forty years I’ve looked for something like that to happen again,” he said. “I’ve waited and watched, and heard all manner of fantastic stories. I’ve even seen some things that make my hair stand on end, but nothin’ has ever been as real as that old ghost and his ghost carthorse, just carryin’ on as they did in life.” He studied the bottle. “Makes me wonder if I’ll carry on like that someday, or if I’ll spend the afterlife sailin’ the wind as a seabird.”

  The boy had no answer, only rested his head on his hands and watched the lantern flicker. “It were a good story,” he admitted at last, “only I reckon I might change the ending. The midshipmen’ll give little credence to a ghost story with no blood or wailin’.”

  Gibbs stuffed an old sack between his back and the crates behind himself, and leaned back with his bottle. “Tell the tale your way, then, and I’ll let ye know if it’ll hold water enough for the young men.”

  The boy drew himself up. “It were market day,” he recited, eyes bright, “a fine autumn day, and the like of which has never been and never again will be…”

#pirates of the caribbean #potc #fanfiction #joshamee gibbs #round 3

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Fic Author Self Rec

Rules: When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread self-love!

Tagged by @elveny -- thank you for the tag!

Tagging: uh... let’s go with @queen-scribbles, @keldae, @confettininjabean, @storyknitter, @theladynoir (and no pressure if you guys aren’t feeling up to it!) -- and anyone who’d like to tag themselves in!

Like @elveny, I have a really hard time narrowing these things down. So I think I’ll go with some of the pieces I find myself winding up re-reading for one reason or another.

Smoke and Mirrors

T-rated, currently 44k words, SWTOR

This story is like an albatross around my neck still not being finished, despite me starting it in 2016. So you would wonder why I count it among my favorites, and I think that’s mostly because I’ve had such a stupidly fun time writing it. There are so many bits that still make me giggle (the dang friendship bracelet, the sudden detour into letter writing, Kira and her zombies, and so on). For so much of this writing it seemed like the characters kept grabbing the wheel and turning things in a different direction. I desperately want to finish this story, not just because I am always plagued by unfinished public WIP angst, but mostly because there’s still a lot of scenes I’m really looking forward to finally getting on the page.

Dance with the Devil

T-rated, ~25k words, SWTOR

The little tiny whump/hc fic that got out of hand. Still a few years old, but I really love how the fight scene in this one turned out, as well as some of the funky imagery within it, and the way it wrapped up in the end.

“everywhere you go, i go”

T-rated, 1908 words, SWTOR

Just a lovely little soft moment, with some love paid to the freckles on my little freckle monster. I just really like the interplay between the implied, subtle angst and how it weaves itself into the softer, fluffy moment.

For a Good Cause

T-rated, 2273 words, SWTOR

I think this is the closest I ever got to writing a fic live (granted, it was like, within the confines of a private Discord server). It still makes me giggle, and I love that every now and then there will still be jokes about Gault’s sham charity calendar.

The Medical Droid Love Triangle Saga

T-rating, 520 words, SWTOR

Community storytelling at its finest 😂 Maybe less this tiny little ficlet itself, but rather the two day insanity that took over my dash/notifications of spawning the epic love story with my beloved Blue Boi. And the resulting confusion of people coming in later going “I don’t check Tumblr for 24 hours and I come back to this???”. You all crack me up in the best way, and I love you for it ♥︎

#fic author self rec #thank you for the tag! #tag thing #meme thing

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no one else has reblogged ask meme Mondays so I'm just going fucking apeshit with u. from the big boy: b7 for raini bc it's funny, c1 for cog bc it's inchresting, h3 for brilliance bc I know there's some gay shit going on and I want to hear more, then a17 (character proud of themselves or ur proud of ur rp as them) L5 and L6 for whomsoever u want to talk about

I won’t need a readmore for this one, I tell myself. There’s not that many questions, and they’re not proseboys. I was a fool. She’s too long to be allowed to run on people’s dashboards unrestrained 😔 Thank you! For going apeshit!!

Raini

B7. How do they respond to babies crying in public? I guarantee the image you have for how Raini would react to a crying baby is 10000% correct. She’s unhappy. Uncomfortable. Unimpressed. Can you please make that thing be quiet. Why did you have it if you can’t mange it. This is why she’s never having kids. Like she’s not gonna say anything to the parents or shoot them dirty looks, because she’s not that specific flavor of asshole, but she’s going Mind Her Business and vacate the premises if possible. People who want to take care of something should just get a cat. Goddamn. There is ONE (1) baby that may qualify for an exception, and that’s Red. This is because (and please, picture Raini, the absolute picture of ‘fed up’, squatting down to look a fussy Red in the eye while she says this) “Baby Lent. You’re better than this. I know you are, and you’re letting me down. You need to stop making that noise.” This is unrelated to the question, but please also picture a Raini who was asked (blackmailed?) into babysitting using her Mage Hand to change Red’s diaper. It has nothing to do with the question but I think it’s a Very funny mental image. Thank you.

Cog

C1. Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it? Absolutely! The way Cog approaches the world is defined by three main mantras: - Kindness is a discipline, not a character trait. - Doing the right thing isn’t always easy, but it is always worth doing. - If you are able to help someone, you have an obligation to do so. Between these three things, Cog sees the world in pretty black and white terms. There are right decisions, and wrong ones. The difference between the two is usually clear to anyone who cares to look, and so most of the evil in the world is born of selfishness. Consequently, Cog does very poorly in morally grey situations. She will commit without hesitation to any course of action that she deems “right” and “kind” no matter how drastic or dangerous it is, but she pretty much shuts down the second she’s faced with a decision that has consequences for someone regardless of what she does.  I’m sure that has not, and will not, come in her life ever at all. Ahah!  I think originally, this worldview was born of naivety. She grew up that religious kind of super sheltered where everything in the secular world was dangerous and dirty, and so when Cog began to realize that definitely wasn’t the case she made the choice to intentionally see the best in people and the world around her to fight what she was told growing up. When she started traveling with her party and actually seeing more of the world than the extremes of a) shitty cult town b) shiny clean magic school, she began to realize that the true state of the Wasteland was somewhere between what her Mama had told her and what she wanted to believe it was. But I’ve never in my life made a character who is stubborn as hell deep down, so instead of letting the world she found herself in change her Cog took a deep breath, rolled up her sleeves, and settled in to be the one changing it by loving and helping the people around her.

Brilliance

H3. Does your OC believe there’s only one ideal partner (or multiple ideal if not monogamous) for everyone, or that there are many people who could be right? I think Brilliance absolutely adores the idea of two people being made for one another. Two souls, wandering the world looking for one another? Who slot together so perfectly that when they find each other it’s clear they never could have fit anywhere else? Bruh. Yes, she knows love takes work. Sometimes you and your partner are going to disagree, and sometimes there’s going to be conflict. The world isn’t “love at first sight” then smooth sailing for the rest of your life. But you put in the work to make your lives better, together, because the universe gave you this person to care for. Maybe there are many people who you could be happy with, and those relationships aren’t anything to look down on. But when you find The One, Brilliance thinks, you know. She certainly did.

Don’t Worry About It

A17. What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves? Gonna hijack this question to talk about rp moments I’m proud of because Alex sorta kinda gave me permission to do that! Alright! For Raini, the biggest rp moment I’m proud of was her “I’m getting our memories back” speech a few sessions ago, specifically the line, “We’ve been fighting with one hand tied behind our backs for too long. If we’re going to die fighting this thing, I want to know exactly what I’m fighting for.” Morgan and I had been planning to kick off our return from July Hell Hiatus with Wish Two for a couple of days, which meant I was lucky enough to be able to spend a little while planning what to say. I feel like that line in particular embodies Raini’s unwavering confidence in her magic, her determination, and her specific brand of caring for the people around her without actually admitting that’s what she’s doing. I also really liked the way the scene of her apologizing to the party for being Bitchy post losing Magic for a minute went! Idk if anyone else remembers it, because it was pretty short in game, but! I thought it was a very good moment of Raini finding the most Roundabout way to say “thank you for looking out for me while I was defenseless”.  If I can pat myself on the back a little, my Cog monologues kick Ass. The most recent one was when she was talking to Ace about how War is Bad (radical, I know) and there was a moment where she looked at him and said, “...I’m not going to ask for your help, because I don’t know what I’ll do if I do and you say no.” Which. OOF. That was her and I realizing in real time that she and Ace were very much on different sides of this issue. When the session ended everyone said they Loved how good and hurtful that conversation was and I :’) Also, there was a really small moment when Cog was pleading for Maelo’s life (when Sunny’s dad had him locked in a cat carrier. It’s a Long story, made slightly better by the fact that Maelo was wildshaped into a cat at the time) and Cog went Straight for the dad heartstrings by sniffling and asking if, please, would Robert at least let her say goodbye to her friend before he killed him? Please? 😢  She is using her baby face for EVIL!  And oh my god how could I forget! Arcane Timeout! When the party went back to New Alexandria and was confronted by Ace for helping a prisoner escape (which, in fairness, Maelo did do) and Cog brought the encounter screeching to a halt by casting Wall of Stone to make a timeout hut with herself and Ace inside. She then sat herself down, looked Ace dead in the eye, and told him that the wall wasn’t coming down until he actually talked to her, or until he broke her concentration on the spell. She banked hard on him not being willing to hurt her, and it paid off. There were tears all around, both in and out of character. It was Wonderful. Also! I do just want recognition for the fact that I did not give into my impulses to be a little Shit as Cog last session by subtle casting Heal in Ace’s face after he Counterspelled my Healing Word. it was what I Rebekah wanted to do more than anything; unfortunately Cog is a better person than I am. There is No worse feeling than wanting so badly to do something you have no choice but to admit isn’t in character. Rip.  For whatever reason, all of my favorite Brilliance rp moments came during combat. Pressing her forehead to Sabre’s after he died in silent grief, forcefully taking a Narzugon off his Nightmare and then using Misty Step to mount it herself and take off after her friend, planting herself in the chokepoint of a hallway to stare down three minotaurs so she could keep her party safe behind her, pushing deeper into the hellwasp nest to rescue Dembe and Sabre despite knowing that doing so all but destroyed her chance of making it out alive, the list goes on. There were good out of combat moments too (despite the rest of the party’s best efforts 🙄), but I feel like for once I made a character who really shone in combat.  oh GOD I just remembered one really really good rp moment, when our rogue Zihro died when he got separated from the party during combat. We finished taking care of the main devil we were fighting, then began searching the dungeon for Zihro and the npc he was with. We, instead, found both of their corpses. Dembe looked to Brilliance, our healer, and demanded to know why she was just standing there instead of fixing their friend. We were only level three or four at the time, so Brilliance had to tell Dembe, again and again, that she couldn’t fix Zihro. It was too late, she wasn’t powerful enough yet, her goddess wouldn���t answer a prayer like that- It was a rough scene, and without question one of the best rp moments I’ve had with that group. Tae, if you’re reading this, you’re the only one with rights. Also, please unfollow this blog immediately.  Now as a quick pick-me-up after that mess, Pip’s best rp moment was when our barbarian Durokal -who couldn’t read and had a habit of running off and causing Problems- found a plaque he could tell had five words on it, and called Pip over to read it for him when Pip finished chasing him down. Pip, annoyed and out of breath and all of two feet tall, looked up at this 7 foot half-orc and told him, “It says: I’m. Gonna. Kick. Your. Ass.” Also, he regularly called very powerful figures in Barovia by sweet nicknames with “Mr.” in the front. As a sign of Respect. Because he’s the Best. sdfhsdkfj he also he couldn’t think of a fake name quick enough one time so he told an npc that is name was Dick and he was Very embarrassed about it. She: bought it!

Brilliance, Again

L5. Which OC do you think is the most decent morally or behaviorally?  AKA, which is supposed to a “good guy”? The answer is Cog, but we already went in depth on her morals this ask. She’s HAD enough screen time let’s move on. Brilliance is the only other character who, if asked, would say they saw themselves as a good guy instead of just “a person”. She strives to do right by the people around her, and to protect the light and beauty found in the world. She doesn’t have the same illusions about the world wanting to be a good place that Cog does, and she very much understands that sometimes the best thing you can do for the world is to put the things that make it dangerous six feet under. What’s interesting I think is that, despite being a paladin, she isn’t Lawful Good! She’s Neutral Good, because you know what? She wants to do the right thing, and laws aren’t always right. It’s up to you, as a person with a mind and free will and agency, to look at a situation and decide what you think is the right thing to do. And, for Brilliance, generally the right thing to do is heft her sword, raise her shield, and face trouble head on.

Raini, Once More

L6. Which OC do you think is the worst morally or behaviorally? AKA, which is supposed to be a “bad guy”? I don’t have any evil aligned characters, because I personally find things like “getting along with my party members” sexy, but the character who’s the shittiest and the worst is obviously Raini. She’s not a bad person per say, she’s just selfish and results oriented. Very much “the ends justify the means” and in a party like hers she’s aware that somebody has to be the bad guy sometimes, and she’s not afraid to make sure that’s her. She’s also very very likely to fall victim to her hubris making her feel like she definitely knows what’s best, and acting on that maybe without consulting other people (see: the whole fucking premise of the campaign). She sees a goal, she sees a way to accomplish that goal, so why shouldn’t she begin taking the necessary steps to reach it? I think the events of the game have mellowed this flaw out a little bit, but you can still see traces of it in the way she, for example, wordlessly handed Lent a bunch of diamonds before launching her consciousness into the Abeast and very nearly dying in there without consulting with the party first. It happens!  Also, behaviorally, she’s just. I mean. She’s like that. The worst. And that, I promise, will never change. 

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druig x gn!reincarnated!reader “promises kept”

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@: i love your first fic of druig for someone who hadn't watched it, it was so good omfgrjeh since you are open for requests and your writing is amazing, why not? im just going to keep it simple, can you write a druig fic where he meets the reader in 18th century (like 1800s 1899s yknow) and bc they're a mortal, they died of old age and then reincarnated once again and is now one of kingo's producer in his bollywood movie ya knoww, i'll message u extra details if u want to! i hope this is good enough!

notes: i absolutely love this idea! thank you so much for suggesting this!! it's much easier for me to write this without not necessarily linking it to the movie itself bc ofc i haven't watched it yet, writing this was really fun please enjoy! <3 should i make a part two???? *wink*

summary: promises are never easy to keep, but for a mortal who had the biggest impact in druig's life, he is ready to keep it for as long as he can, millennium or eon, or forever.

warnings / contains: kinda angst, mentions of death, canon typical violence, druig is devoted to you, might be ooc and inaccurate because i haven't watched the movie, calculation of dates may be inaccurate because i suck at math, english is not my first language so errors ahead!!!

pairing: druig x gender neutral!reincarnated!reader

word count: 2273 words, approximately 7 minute read.

circa 1872

no matter how the eternal tried to ignore your question of what will happen to him after you, a mortal, dies... everything was destined to happen, he can never stop it and a mortal like you will never be able to live as long as him...

meeting you wasn't the most beautiful moment, but at the same time it was, well... more on the good side.

you're a seamstress working day and night on your simple tailor shop, where you had to put food on your table yourself, it was hard but you enjoyed and got used to it over the years

the first time he walked into your shop is when he had asked for a cheap ready-made clothing, he looked like he needed it badly, surprisingly enough he wasn't arrogant, or annoying or anything, for once there was a decent person for you to offer your humble service.

you were weak on your knees while you measure his size and length and all of that, and you were flustered by the amount of attention that he was giving you, stares that you could feel anywhere without actually seeing them

you got his measurements wrong... stupid you, but instead of getting annoyed just like how other people would react, he simply gave you a small smile and brushed it off, reassuring you that it was completely fine and while stopping you from apologising for the hundredth time

after that, you didn't expected him to visit you more often... he'd buy everything to the point where your shop would be empty and he couldn't find another reason for visiting, it was funny, yet cute

and for once, you didn't had to live doing the same old thing over and over again, with nothing ahead or waiting for you, for once you had a reason to smile and to be happy about... for once you found something worth living for

you'd always wait for his voice to call your name, a simple hum and you'll know that it is him, almost everyday, different weather, different people going by to eat, but he'd have the same smile,

"y/n..."

"my sweet y/n..."

"dearest..."

tightly tailored coats and trousers, high-necked and long-sleeved, covering throat and wrists, generally plain and black is what he'd usually wear and you memorised most of them because he's always with you,

druig always looked ravishing that's for sure

"i've only decided to visit your shop when i saw you by the window, i never really needed anything but well... look at me now, looking a lot more better with your clothes"

that bold statement made you blush furiously, you never really felt like you were the prettiest, especially while looking stressed at work, you never had the greatest credentials,

but the way he said it made you feel like you were the best there is... he made you feel great about yourself.

"flustered are we, love?" druig teased.

that's when you knew that you were in love and it's the same for him...

living in the world for thousands of years had made him bored and yearning for something new (he's not going to talk to any of the eternals... they're kind of annoying)

druig already saw and had been through a lot, deaths and creations of life, destruction and recoveries, mortals conquering every land they could ever see,

the world wars and how men would go crazy over the possession of anything and everything

he had slept on many suns and many moons, he'd seen a mere plant turn into sheltering tree's he'd rest on as another millennium past by

out of all the mortals that he met, it's pretty obvious that you were the most unique... he doesn't know why but it just does... weird and confusing, but it is what it is, and you are the most beautiful thing alive...

you were never really in trouble, and if you were he would always help.

one time you were in an alleyway when thiefs decided to take your belongings, you stood no chance to them, they were a lot, probably a gang of sorts, but it was a different case for druig,

they were like mindless zombies, druig's eyes were glowing a luminous mix of white and yellow, staring at them, projecting motions as if he was controlling them, and as soon as you could ever move a muscle, they killed each other and blood painted the old walls around you

tears were trickling down your cheeks.

"what are... you?"

you never saw anything like this, it was crazy, chaotic, almost unbelievable, but it was right in front of you and druig is not inferior enough to fool you like that.

druig simply looked at you in a gloomy expression, he hesitated to answer

"i... i am no human" he was not afraid, but hesitant to speak

you ran away, and he couldn't blame you, he's glad he get to keep you out of danger.

don't interrupt with human affair? fuck that.

it didn't took long for him to come for you.

he knocked at the door of your house but you weren't as shocked as you were last time...

you had thought of the idea of... witches? wizards? extraterrestrial creatures... they never seemed impossible, and once again, druig never really looked that ordinary, there's like a thing that is surrounding him, an aura of some sort that is a lot more distinct than a normal... human

you opened it without hesitation, for the first time in a few weeks you get to see him again, and he greeted you with a small hug to ease the tension.

"i am ready to listen..." you hesitated, druig gave you a surprised look, everything is extremely bizzare, too much for a human's brain, he wouldn't hurt you... right? if he did he would've done it already...

turns out he is something far from a human, a being sent to earth to protect mankind from evil beings, he was protecting people without needing any gratitude... and you admired that

druig kissed you beneath a tree that he watched growing...

years had passed but druig still loves you just the same...

both settling to a simple house with a few cats here and there because you loved those, you weren't the one who gave the idea but he was too observant to know that you really do love cats,

druig showed up with 6 litter of cats after you got home from work, you remember squealing in excitement

he'd sometime stitch clothes with you for the cats every winter, it was really funny, even if he was a perfect being he couldn't stitch a proper seam line and you would scold him for that sometimes

you really couldn't ask for more, everything you wanted and needed is here.

you'd stand in front of a mirror every day, looking at your reflection with your hands touching your skin, wrinkles were starting to appear on your face,

for him you look just the same, the ring he gave you would shine and equal your glowing beauty

the eternal would always stand behind and wrap his arms around you, "i'm getting old" you'd always say, "what happens after i die?"

he would never answer that question, he'd kiss your temples instead to reassure you. "i'll be here with you..."

would he really be there for you?

1931

druig was right, now at 85, weak and unable to move no longer, hospitalised in your bed, and... old, he's sitting beside you, holding your hand as gentle as he could, staring at the ring he gave you a few years ago... with filigree and delicate engraving of shiny gold and silver

"you're still here..." you murmured.

he nods slowly.

"i'd fear that this time would come" you looked at him in the eye

"you would always avoid the question of what happens after this, and now that i'll be gone—"

"i'll be here and i will stay forever." druig stated, letting out shallow breaths you attempted a smile, "thank you for giving me the best life there is..." you replied

you weren't afraid to take your last breath, looking at the man that you had loved for all those years was enough, you know that you are truly loved, "still as charming as ever..." you whispered your very last words, and he chuckles at that bittersweet good bye.

"i will love you forever... i promise"

for the first time, he cried, druig was glad you didn't get to see him mourning over you.

"if you ever come back... i will find you..." he whispered to himself, having to know that you are not breathing anymore,

losing someone was never this painful.

but just as he promised, he'll love you forever, and to never find anyone else but you and you alone.

2024

the other eternals are irritating, centuries had past and they still are,

they had visited his secretive abode with no signs of informing him about their visit and they took him by surprise... by how irritating they could be

of course crazy things happened after that, danger is something that the eternals can never get out of,

the ground roared like the dark angry sea and so did he, yet again his peace has been destroyed by his responsibility, ready to envelop and drown him but there is nothing to suffocate him but himself,

the dark corners of his mind lurks a pitch black abyss, a cave, a ferocious mouth forming silent screams of agony, there is nothing else in his mind but you, and you, and you

93 years and you're still there... on what seemed to be his void of a heart.

you had always lingered around him like a dark shadow, you were there but you weren't, and druig was always longing for you, to feel your touch, and see your small and witness everything great about you,

he misses you, he hates how he is feeling this way...

druig wanted to make a new beginning, but he can never, ever excel without you by his side

speaking of the irritating nuisances, they dragged him back to where kingo was staying, annoying him in the process for being as boisterous as ever,

the man only bragged about directing some films because he was being called a 'movie star' it wasn't a compliment, or an insult.

now they're on a filming set, filming 'the legend of ikaris' or whatever it's called (it wasn't the poor clueless eternal's idea) instead of trying to help stop whatever is about to happen, and they have, what? only a week...

druig never bothered to look around that much, all he knows is that there were a lot of cameras of some sort and a lot of people,

he felt so naked, druig was never with this much of a crowd... he just wants to go home and sleep, even if he doesn't really close his eyes to rest but to think about you, fantasizing about seeing you again.

"ahhh! my amazing producer! how has it been?" druig glanced at the sight of kingo talking to a person carrying a clapper board and a whole ton of fabric, and they were struggling

"it's been a week... where have you been?" they asked in an annoyed tone... well that made druig intrigued, not only do they have a lot of patience to deal with the eternal but their voice was familiar... too familiar for him and he didn't quite understand why.

"i took a vacation!" the 'actor' said in an enthusiastic tone. "vacation? in the middle of filming?!" they shouted at him, "i think it's fine! you're doing quite well without me!"

"YOU'RE THE MAIN CHARACTER."

that caught everyone off guard... the person didn't yelled those words but it was quite funny... it lacks octaves but the way they said it made it look like they were dying inside and is already yelling at kingo in their mind

"i changed some things on the script" they stated.

"i hope you didn't removed any of... ikaris's greatness" glancing at ikaris himself.

"..." they just stared at him.

kingo laughed it off, "well... since i know that you adore the story, i thought about introducing you to the inspiration of the film itself"

how beautiful yet, tragic it can be...

druig wished they glanced at him sooner, he wished he could get a good look at them... he wished he got to admire you long enough...

different clothes, different style of clothing, different hair style, mannerisms, but the same smile, the same ethereal beauty... the same delicate being

"and also other inspirations from my other friends!" after you shook hands with ikaris you avert your attention from kingo to them, "you love your friends that much?" you stated, glancing at kingo

then you looked at him... who has his eyes fixated at you, longer than you'd ever think. "had fallen for this guy's charms eh? well then, we'll make a story about druig next!" kingo comments

"druig?" you asked, tilting your head to the side.

"yes... that's me" his voice is pleasant, he offers a hand, and you gladly took it.

you smiled warmly, "y/n... nice to meet you"

"and i you" he returned your kind smile, it's nice to meet you... again

perhaps he is ready to start over, even with or without your knowledge of your past existence,

you found each other once again, his heart still wanting you... he kept his promise, he'll love you forever, and that forever starts again, today.

additional notes: prepare for my exam which is a really hard subject >> write a fanfic about druig because i am a hoe for him, i might write a part two/filler but a lil bit more short just to answer more of the questions in the past and what happens next if you guys want me to!

#druig x reader #druig eternals #druig imagine #druig oneshot #druig #druig fanfiction #druig x you #eternals #the eternals #mcu fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #mcu x reader #barry keoghan #sersi #ikaris #ajak #phastos #makkari

[cillspropertea]

Flipped

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Chapter 8: Grass

The reader is Aberama Gold’s eldest daughter, Esmeralda Gold in this fic.

Warnings: suffocation, panic attack, emotional distress, mentions of injuries

 This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay.   The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders” . Warnings will change per chapter. This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. English is not my first language.

 Do not hesitate to comment, reblog and engage. It works as fuel for my writing. 😉💙💙

 Synopsis: Your father’s one mistake shall alter your life’s direction forever.

 Word count: 2273

Esmeralda Gold

    You sat in your room in the middle of the night, wincing and grimacing at the pain you were in. The ruptured wounds on your muscles had turned bluish yellow and were pretty sensitive to touch, the three gash like injuries, near your head, shoulder and ankles, had a different, burn like sensation, whenever you wanted to sleep it seemed.

    It had been almost two weeks since the meeting and you had hardly gotten out of your room ever since. You had not planned any of it when Polly had literally pushed you out of the room to attend this family discussion. “This is me giving you the family that you deserve love!” Polly had pleaded with a hand on yours. “I have no family, and I don’t plan on being a part of one in any near future as well!” you had replied, honestly and genuinely. ‘The pain and agony my last family has honored me with is enough for a lifetime, at least’ you’d thought tiringly. “I won’t force you. It’s your decision in the end. Just attend this one and then you can decide.” Polly was relentless. As soon as she felt you contemplating your answer rather than throwing it at her straight away, she softly tugged your arm and helped you walk to where the meeting was being held.

    Walking in, you had seen the faces but had never known the names of everybody in there. You had Known Arthur as the ‘mustached man’ when they’d taken you from… you couldn’t even think about those two days. The memories brought back too much suffering and torture. But then, later the other day, when Polly had come to your room and told you how everyone, including her older nephew Arthur, who had recently been wounded due to some bad business with some foreigners, was going to be living in the Arrow house for a few days, you’d figured it out.

    Sitting in that room, during that meeting, you felt like puking. What in the actual fuck were you doing there? Those people, those Shelby’s too had a hand in everything that had unfolded in that ground with you. And then he’d started speaking. The main man. The culprit. ‘If my name hadn’t come out of his mouth that day during that idiotic wager... If he wouldn’t have taken advantage of me that night, leaving that mark…’ You did not want to look up, did not want to give a face to the person who’s planning and actions had brought you into all of this mess, had almost gotten you killed.

     What had he done with you in that room that night? The thought alone made you gag. Your mind had started whirring too fast so you’d decided to focus on this one spot on the floor, until the whole danm meeting was over. But then he’d called your name. More than that he’d called you ‘Miss. Gold’, the audacity of this man! You’d looked at him, and had been stuck for a tiny moment. The eyes, you had not expected the eyes to be so…. Clear and blue and… intimidating. But when he’d started saying all those words, as if you were a part of his agenda for the day, like apologizing was just going to get him a clean slate that easily, like him making amends will undo everything that had destroyed the meaning of your life. Your simmering anger and pain had boiled over in that moment. You had not realized your actions until you were out of the door. It was as if someone had taken over you. Your fury perhaps? Getting to your room, as fast as your state allowed, you locked it from the inside. The rush you had gotten later on was insane. You were sweating and breathing hard as you rubbed your stinging hand.

    Two weeks had passed after that meeting and your interaction with the family, which was already limited prior to it, reduced to none at all. None of them bothered either, having their own shit to deal with, you had gathered that much from the meeting. Plus the fact that the blue eyed Shelby, was not popular amongst the family too, not positively at least. The maid brought your meals in the room, which mostly returned untouched as for some reason you just couldn’t keep anything down lately, so what was the purpose of eating then? Polly came to visit at least once through the day. And Charlie, boy did that little munchkin adored you. He always walked in with such a command, demanding your attention. He was your only highlight of your day. His father on the other hand, had been avoiding you just like you were avoiding him. Surely your actions had hurt his ego, you’d assumed. ‘Good riddance’ you’d thought.

    Silently, you’d gotten up and padded towards the window. You were feeling hot all of a sudden, so you’d decided to get near the opened window, but it was no help. Sighing, you felt your sweat stricken forehead. A panic attack was on its way and you knew it. You were feeling suffocated ‘No one… there is no one…’ you tried to take in air but it was as if your lungs were not functioning anymore. ‘I deserve this… I deserve these wounds… I deserve this pain… I deserve this loneliness...’ you were hyperventilating now as you backtracked and ran out of your room. Running down the stairs you ran outside to the vast grounds surrounding the house. You kept on running as fast as you could. Your bare feet protesting against the rocks and debris hitting them as you sprinted, to or from what you didn’t know.

    Suddenly your feet couldn’t keep up anymore and you fell, face down into the dry grass. The smell of it, the ground and the earth brought down so many memories. They flashed before your eyes like a film. You playing with Diana, how she would cook for you your favorite meals, how she would shelter you from Da and Gran when needed but most of all the way she gave you importance. You were never invisible to her. You had your own identity in her eyes, a place which no other children of hers had been able to take away over the years. Her voice in your ears rang again, ‘‘it’ll be fine. You’ll get through this. Soon the sun shall shine. Soon the birds shall sing. Soon the darkness will be gone. And you’ll be with me again’ your palms bawled in the grass as a dam of emotions broke free from inside of you. You wailed and screamed as the pain poured out of you. You had not cried at all after the courtroom. You had felt that if you let yourself cry then you will lose your strength and you did not want to look powerless in front of those betraying imbeciles, until the end at least.

     You sobbed for your unknown birthmother, who was a stranger to you but her pain and story had brought a strong sense of familiarity between you two. You felt your body getting so light with exhaustion that you felt like you were floating in the air. Getting on your knees, hiccupping, you wrapped your arms around yourself, as if trying to put together your own broken pieces as you heard a gun clicking from behind you. It was him, the blue eyed devil himself.

Thomas Shelby

    “What the fuck!” he exclaimed as he realized it was her. He immediately put the gun away. “Stay the fuck away from me! You fucking monster stay away!” she screamed, her voice already hoarse from crying so hard. She started walking again, away from the house, away from him. “Where are you going?” he asked, following her. She hurried her pace, “Away from all of this. Away from you…” she started running again. Thomas moved fast too, getting a hold of her arm, he tried to stop her when they both fell down. She was struggling, moving herself like a bird trying to flap away from a net. He got a hold of her hands and clasped them over her head with his, holding her body down with his own. “Let me go, let me the fuck go you Devil!” she tried to move but he was stronger. “Just calm down… take a deep breath” he said, his voice soft as he tried to encourage her to inhale and exhale with him. “Are you going to do it again?” she gritted, willing her rigid body to not move. “What?” Tommy frowned. “Are you going to rape me again?” His eyes went wide, “Nothing happened that night!” Tommy exclaimed. His face mere inches from hers as their breaths mingled. “You’re lying… the mark on my neck…” Esmeralda shook her head slightly, glowering. “It was a mistake, I was drunk, but as soon as I saw it wasn’t…” he closed his eyes for a moment before he looked into hers again. “… As soon as I had realized it was you, I stopped…” This was not making sense to Esmeralda at all. ‘He had to be lying, there is no way…’ in that moment Tommy noticed the lack of space between them both. He exhaled and simply rolled off of her. With their backs on the grass, both of them were breathing heavily. Still wanting more assurance Esmeralda sat up and muttered, “So you did not…. Ahem… do it to me then?” She asked avoiding his face and hiding her own behind a curtain of her hair. “No I did not fuck you Esmeralda.” Still looking away, he got up and offered a hand to help her up too. She was stunned. ‘If this was true then he … no he still made you a part of the wager… but then Da’… your father should have backed out…” She felt more confused than ever.

    She looked at his open palm and then at his face, contemplating. But then stood up on her own anyway. Dusting her now filthy dress, her legs protested as the rush subsided and the usual pain returned along with her senses. Plus the exhaustion that came after the panic episode. She just wanted to lie down now.

     Silently Tommy turned and started walking towards the house, picking up his weapon on the way too. If she wants to leave, it was fine with him. Keeping her as a captive was never his or his aunt’s intention anyway. But he smirked and shook his head when he heard crunching dried grass behind him.

    When they reached the threshold of the house Tommy spoke softly, making sure only her ears could hear, “Let’s have a proper conversation tomorrow, eh? Clearly there are things that need to be addressed between the both of us.” She was still avoiding his gaze. His eyes were too penetrating and she felt too vulnerable while looking in them. Looking down she said, “I’ll think about it…” and walked away towards her room.

 Esmeralda Gold

    Early in the morning, the nurse had arrived from the hospital for your weekly check-up. “Everything seems to be fine Miss. It will take time but you’ll be okay. Even the scars will go away, but as I said, it’ll take time” ‘I’ll never be okay’ she further scolded you about how Mrs. Gray had informed the Doctor of your lack of appetite and irregularities while taking your medicines, you’d nodded numbly. As the nurse started packing her stuff you had an idea. Biting your lip, you knew this was the only way to know if what ‘he’ had said last night was true or not. Losing a breath, you mustered up the courage to just say it. “Nurse? I need your help in a matter. Would you help me?” the nurse, who’s young and kind face reminded you of your sisters, smiled “Sure. What is it Esmeralda?” here we go, “I want you to check if I’m a virgin or not.” You scrunched your eyes, bracing yourself for her reaction. When you opened your eyes you saw her wide eyes and gaping mouth, you knew you’d have to explain. “You see, I think something happened to me when I was asleep a little while ago…” the girls opened mouth turned into a knowing smile as she bobbed her head in some kind of understanding. “Oh it’s okay… I understand! Girls your age are bound to make some mistakes… some experimentations with your man got you worried huh?” ‘Wait what?’ “Um.. no I don’t think you understand!...” she cut you off. “Its okay, no judgment I promise… Just lie down and relax…” you decided there was no point in giving any explanations as they wouldn’t make sense to her at all. So you just laid down and exhaled not sure what you were hoping for but subconsciously you thought, if what he had said was true then what?

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    As soon as the nurse had left Frances, the maid, had knocked and informed you how Mr. Shelby awaited your presence in his office.

    On your way you bumped into Aunt Polly. She put her arm through yours saying she was going to his office too. Just before you both could knock and enter, the door to the office opened and out came a white as sheet Thomas Shelby. Polly sprang into action immediately getting a hold of his shoulder, “What is it Thomas? What’s happened?” He looked into Aunt Polly’s eyes with an expression you could not understand, “John… John is dead!”

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