#[OC Muse] Vickie

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Not sure who did this on the face app. If you do please let me know but-

Vickie’s pansexual self would definitely have the hots for Billy either way.

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Ruin the Friendship

Summary: It's Ella's birthday, and her best friend Harry plans to tell her how he feels about her.

Warnings: None, just sweet, sugary fluff

Word Count: 5.2k+

A/N: Uni!Harry x OC, AU, friends to lovers one shot written in third person, originally from 2019. I think my first plan back then was to include some smut, but as I was writing, I decided it was not needed. I think you'll see why and agree. Also, Liam and Niall are in this one :).

Ella was his best friend. Some people would say Niall was Harry’s best mate, and while he considered that to be true for the most part, if anyone was to ask, he’d proudly declare that Ella took the title. They’d only known each other since the first year of uni, but in that time they’d grown very close, and if Harry was honest, there were things they shared that he didn’t share with the lads.

Not things like details about girls he fancied or the head he’d gotten that one time from Marla Lemons. He could only talk shit like that with his mates, and he reckoned Ella wouldn’t wanna hear about it anyway. But they could have deep conversations well into the night about nothing and anything, musing about life and death and what it all really meant. He’d known Niall for nearly a decade, and while he could chat him up about complete random shit, he wasn’t the type to talk about things like that.

Sometimes it was nice to have a friend to just chat about nothing with.

One thing he’d never been able to tell Ella, however, was that he secretly wanted to be more than friends. He’d never made a move, and other than holding her hand when she was scared at the haunted house or wiping her tears when she’d cried about an exam she’d failed, he’d barely touched her. Something had happened that first year at university that had put them in the friend zone, and he eventually accepted that was just how it was meant to be. At least for a while. But this last year had been different. Something had shifted, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Harry stood in the kitchen, his hand around a red cup filled with some sort of concoction that smelled entirely too sweet. He didn’t really want to get shit-faced tonight, that wasn’t his plan. Not that he really had a plan. But it was Ella’s birthday, and if he had anything to say about it, it would be her best one yet. The last three had been fun as far as he could recall, except for the time some girl Niall had been dating...Lena? Lorna?...had gotten so wasted she threw up on the rug. Ella, being the kind soul she was, insisted on cleaning up, holding her nose with a clothespin until Harry finally pulled her away, yelling at Niall that he should clean up his own girlfriend’s puke. Later that night, sat with Ella up on the roof, Harry had thought about confessing his feelings to her. But it just hadn’t felt like the right time, and given that he was still pretty drunk himself, he was afraid Ella would simply blame it on that and not take him seriously.

So the friendship continued.

“Hey mate, you gonna drink that or are you trying to read your future in it?”

Lifting his head, Harry saw his friend Liam enter the kitchen, walking up to the counter beside him and pouring himself a cup of the same pink liquid.

“What’s in this?” Harry asked.

“Hell if I know,” Liam shrugged before taking a large gulp. “Mmm, tastes like bubblegum.”

“Blech!” Harry sounded after taking his own sip, making a face of disgust. “Nah man, where’s the good stuff?”

“Right here, mate!” exclaimed Niall as he strutted into the kitchen with a case of beer in each hand. Two more lads followed him in, carrying the same. Leave it to Niall.

“Not what I meant,” muttered Harry, walking around them to the living room.

The front door opened then, and another handful of people entered, some he knew, some he didn’t. He recognized Vickie, Ella’s roommate among them and when she spotted Harry she smiled.

“Birthday girl’s on her way,” she announced, setting a bag on the counter. Harry noticed the clinking sound it made which made his ears perk up.

“Harry!” Liam called as Vickie pulled out the bottles of both brown and clear liquor. “I think this is what you were looking for!”

Turning back to the kitchen, Harry eyed the bottles and was about to make a decision when a commotion started behind him. It wasn’t a surprise party, but it seemed every girl in the house had run to the front door to greet Ella when she arrived. Harry stood back, his hands in his pockets as he watched her beautiful smile, the pink in her cheeks when her friends hugged her or wished her a happy birthday.

He contemplated stepping forward to give her his own wishes, but soon thought better of it, deciding he’d give her time with her girlfriends first. Instead he made himself a drink, a proper strong one. At least one, he told himself. He didn’t need to get hammered, but he’d need the liquid courage if this was to finally be the night he told her how he felt about her. While he was at it, he reckoned he’d make a drink for Ella as well. He knew what she liked.

“Happy Birthday Ella!” he heard Liam exclaim over the loud music.

Harry looked up from his drink to see that the lad had beat him to the punch as he offered Ella a red cup of what he could only assume was the disgusting pink shit. He chuckled when he saw her make a face and shake her head.

“Um, no thanks, darling,” she said. “I think I’ll see if Harry has something more to my liking at the bar.”

He felt a warmth ooze throughout his body at both the mention of his name and the fact that she called the simple kitchen island with a handful of liquor bottles a bar. He watched as she took a couple strides through the living room and met him with a smile.

“What’ve we got here, bartender?” she asked.

Harry raised a brow. “Oh am I bartender? No one told me.”

“I’m joking,” she giggled, placing a hand on his bicep. “But can you make me something? I am the birthday girl, after all.”

With a smirk, Harry handed her the drink he’d mixed. “Just so happens I already did.”

A wide smile spread across Ella’s face as she took the cup. “See, this is why we’re besties.”

Harry’s face fell, but he quickly tried to compose himself. Clearing his throat, he nodded. “Yeah. You bet.”

Besties. Right.

“Hey, Ells Bells!” they suddenly heard behind them. They both turned to see Niall rushing towards Ella, nearly knocking her drink out of her hand when he enveloped her in a hug.

Harry rolled his eyes. He hated Niall’s stupid nickname for her. He suspected Ella wasn’t too keen on it either, especially when Harry’d slipped up once and called her that himself. She’d told him it was Niall’s name and she’d rather just leave it at that.

“Hello, Niall,” she greeted graciously, kissing him on either cheek.

“Who’s up for a game?” he asked.

Harry grimaced, knowing what kind of game Niall had in mind. But if Ella wanted to play…

“No thanks,” she shook her head. “I think I’ll sit it out this year, love, if it’s all the same.”

Niall shrugged. “Suit yourself. ‘s your birthday.”

“Besides,” Ella added with a cheeky grin, “I don’t want to end up like dear Lorna.”

Harry covered his mouth with his hand, nearly spewing out its contents. When he swallowed, he let out a loud guffaw, causing Niall’s cheeks to redden.

“Eat shit, the both o’ ya,” Niall spat before grabbing another beer from the cooler.

When he’d joined the group in the living room, the majority of them cheering at the prospect of a drinking game, Ella turned to Harry, her face flushed from laughing.

“You’re not gonna play?” she inquired.

“Nah, I’d rather not.”

“Wow. Harry Styles is not interested in getting smashed at a party?” she mocked. “Is the sky falling? Did I miss something?”

“No,” he replied with a shake of his head. “Just don’t feel like it tonight. I mean, I’m still drinking. Just...responsibly.”

“Uh huh. We’ll see how you are in an hour or two.”

“Oh we will?” he quirked a brow.

“Yeah. I’ll check in on you, but don’t expect me to hold your hair back when you’re retching in the toilet.”

He chuckled at their playful banter. He enjoyed taking the piss and teasing each other, even if Ella only thought of it as a friend thing. She didn’t need to know it gave him a boner sometimes.

“Styles, you’re not playing?” Liam called from the living room where a large group had gathered around the coffee table.

Harry simply held up his hands.

“It’s early yet,” Ella winked.

Early, indeed, Harry thought. Too early. He wanted this night to be over already, or at least get past the first part so he could possibly get a chance alone with her to give her his gift. He didn’t want her to open in front of everyone else. It was too personal, and if by chance she didn’t react to it the way he hoped, at least he’d only get his ego bruised a bit and not have to suffer a full embarrassment.

Vickie came up to Ella then, along with another girl who’s name Harry had forgotten. They chatted amongst themselves for a bit before Ella turned to Harry, her hand on his arm. Touch number two, he noted.

“Harry, we’ll be right back, Vickie wants to show me something.”

With a nod, Harry raised his now almost empty cup and drained the rest of his drink. He considered making a second, but reckoned he should pace himself if he didn’t want to hear Ella say ‘I told you so.’

He decided to wander into the living room and watch the others playing the drinking game. Sat on the couch, he laughed when Liam had to take a shot, then Ella’s friend Melissa had to take three in a row. Poor girl, Harry thought until she declared she could hold her own.

After a while, he got bored so he walked down the hall, wondering where Ella had gone. He couldn’t imagine there was anything in the house Vickie had wanted to show her. They’d probably gone outside or to her car. The music drifted down the hall as he made it to his room and sat on the bed. He was definitely not himself tonight. Normally he’d be the first one sat on the floor for a game, or at least by now he’d have a light buzz. He just wanted a clear head, he’d told himself. But it definitely wasn’t clear. All he could think about was her and what he was going to say, if he got the chance to say it.

Running his hands down his face, he took a deep breath and let it out. He stared at the floor for a good while, replaying in his mind the scenario he’d conjured up a couple years ago, edited and tweaked over time.

“Hey, what are you doing in here?”

He jumped when he heard her voice. Lifting his head, he saw her standing in the doorway, her gorgeous eyes wide with wonder.

“Hey,” he muttered softly. “Nothing, I’m just…”

Ella stepped into his room. She’d been in there several times, but this time as she sat on the bed, Harry felt himself tremble.

“Something wrong?” she asked. “Did one of those stupid prats out there give you a hard time? Because you know, that’s my job.”

She nudged Harry’s shoulder with her own, trying to lighten the mood. He laughed lightly under his breath, but said nothing.

“Hey. Harry. I’ve never seen you like this. What gives?”

She turned on the bed to face him, her legs criss crossed. Harry picked at his bottom lip. He wondered if this was it. If this was the moment he was supposed to take action. But how? Was he supposed to give her a long speech about how he’d pined for her for years, or was he supposed to just grab her and kiss her? 

“This is probably a shitty thing to say,” Ella continued, “but I’m not sure I like this Harry. Not that you’re only fun when you’re drunk, I don’t mean that. But you’re so serious and quiet. It kinda scares me.”

“Sorry,” he said a little too quickly. “Don’t mean to scare you.”

“Something on your mind?” she tugged at his shirt. “You can tell me, you know. I’m your best friend.”

“I got something for you,” Harry finally said.

“Yeah?” Ella beamed. She bounced on the bed excitedly. “What did ya get me?”

“Um…”

“Ella!” the sound was deafening, coming from the living room. “Hey birthday girl! It’s time for cake and presents!”

“Oh!” she eyed Harry who merely shrugged. “Well, you can give me your present now.”

Harry shook his head. “I’ll wait. Til later. It’s…”

“Oh,” Ella mouthed again, her voice a whisper this time. “Okay.”

Ella rose from the bed, pulling Harry by the arm. They joined the party in the living room, the drinking game seemingly at a pause. The cake sat in the middle of the coffee table, pink roses and candles atop, Ella’s name in the center.

“Thank you so much,” Ella blushed, her hands by her chest. “I’m gonna cry.”

“You say that every year,” Niall quipped.

“Hush, you!” Ella poked at him.

Vickie lit the candles and a chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’ began. Though he sang along, Harry was mesmerized by how beautiful Ella looked in the candle light. His stomach was in knots now, and he knew he had to tell her.

Ella opened her gifts next, giving sincere thanks and hugs to each guest. When it was time to cut the cake, however, Melissa made it known that Harry hadn’t given her a gift.

“What’s with that, Harry?” she slurred, obviously drunk from the game. “You’re her best friend, where’s yours?”

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat until Ella spoke up.

“He’s saving it for later,” she winked at him.

Good god, how many times was she going to wink at him tonight? Had she done that before? He didn’t remember.

“Ooh,” voiced Melissa in a sarcastic tone. “Excuse me.”

Noticing Vickie could probably use some help, Harry rose from his chair and joined her in the kitchen where she was dividing slices of cake onto plates.

“Oh, thanks Harry,” she said, handing him two plates that were ready to be served.

“I should be doing this anyway,” he offered. “Seeing as I’m her best friend and all that.”

He hadn’t meant for his comment to sound sarcastic, but he certainly noticed it came out that way. When he turned the corner, however, he heard a snort from Vickie, followed by a “yeah, sure”.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“No, what was that sound for?”

“Go,” Vickie shooed at him. “Serve the cake.”

With a frown, Harry made for the living room where he handed Ella a slice of cake, making sure it had a rose on it, and gave the other to Melissa, despite the scowl on her face.

“What did you mean by ‘yeah, sure’?” Harry hounded Vickie when he returned.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Harry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You’re lying.”

“God, don’t be so sensitive,” she scoffed. Deciding Harry wasn’t moving fast enough, she brought more cake to the living room herself.

“Please tell me,” he urged when she came back to grab the last pieces. “Do you not think I’m her best friend?”

“Oh, certainly, Harry. You are.” Then she lowered her voice before completing her thought. “But you want to be more.”

Harry glared at her, his eyes wide. “What?”

“Oh c’mon, Harry! Everybody knows it.”

“Everybody?!”

Vickie giggled. “Don’t get so bent out of shape. Maybe I exaggerated. But Niall told me about your present.”

What the...too much was going on now, Harry’s mind was in a whirl.

“How does Niall know? I didn’t show him.”

“He found it in your room. Was looking for some shorts or something.”

“Jesus,” Harry mumbled with a sigh.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t tell anyone else. I have no idea who Niall told, but I reckon it was just me.”

“What the fuck…” Harry dropped his head. It suddenly felt too heavy for his neck. His entire body felt drained, and he thought he might be sick.

“Hey,” Vickie said low, “if it’s any consolation...Ella’s never confided in me about you or anything...but if you were to make a move, I don’t think she’d reject you.”

Biting his lip, he lifted his head. He was afraid to ask, but at this point he had nothing to lose.

“How do you know?”

“Well, I don’t know. But she literally talks about you all the time. I notice how she looks at you. It’s possible it’s just a friend-like fondness because she really does love and adore you. But I swear they look like heart eyes to me.”

With another sigh, his shoulders dropped. He admitted he felt a little relieved. But he was still extremely nervous.

“Thanks, Vickie,” he said.

“Here,” she grinned, “have some cake.”

“Nah. I think I’ll make another drink.” Harry grabbed a bottle and a new cup, filling it with ice.

“Whatever works for you, darling.”

Vickie joined the group in the living room while Harry nursed his cocktail for a bit. He watched Ella with her other friends, her head falling back as she laughed. Taking her final bite of cake, she looked up and their eyes locked. She tilted her head in question before rising from the couch.

“Here we go again,” she smiled as she leant against the counter. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or not?”

“Not,” he managed a grin. “‘Cause nothing’s wrong.”

“Then why are you over here by yourself? Are you secretly getting drunk so I won’t notice?”

“Nope.”

“Hmm. So...how about that present?”

“I told you, I’ll give it to you later.” he replied, hoping his tone was light and playful.

“You’re being mean,” she pouted, resting her chin in her hand.

Harry chuckled. “No, ‘m not!”

“Well, you’re being weird then.”

“Sorry,” he muttered before taking a drink. “I just...wanna give it to you with no one else around.”

“Ooh. I’m intrigued.”

Harry noticed how her bum stuck out and she wiggled it just slightly. It almost seemed like she was keeping time with the music playing, but he wasn’t sure. Whatever the reason, he felt his blood rush to his crotch and he had to take another gulp from his cup.

“Make me one of those?” she asked, her eyelashes fluttering.

Harry obliged, pouring the liquor over ice and adding soda. When he handed it to her and she took a sip, her eyes widened.

“Is this what you’re drinking?”

“Yeah,” Harry laughed.

“This is way stronger than the first one you made me,” Ella claimed.

“Well, you gotta start off slow.” This time it was his turn to wink.

“Bloody hell, Styles, maybe I am getting drunk tonight.”

Ella rarely called him by his last name unless she was scolding him. With her hand on his arm as she took another drink, he suddenly decided he liked it.

The moment was short-lived, however, when his reverie was interrupted by the noise of half the party joining them in the kitchen. Apparently it was refill time, and they all began to freshen their cups or grab beers. They all chatted for a bit, and before long the whole gang was singing a chorus of “Smells Like Teen Spirit”. Harry realized he was enjoying himself, and was remembering it was a party and started to loosen up.

“Feeling better?” Ella asked, her doe eyes smiling up at him as she placed another hand on his arm. How many times was that now? He’d lost count.

He grinned, looking down at his now empty cup.

“Sorry I’ve been…” he didn’t know how to complete the sentence.

“No worries, darling,” sang Ella. “I just like it best when you’re like this. Happy and smiling. You have a dynamite smile.”

Before Harry could respond, her hand dropped from his arm and he suddenly felt a chill.

“Going to the loo,” she whispered in his ear. “Make me another?”

Harry watched her walk away before he refilled both of their cups with ice and made the same drink as last time.

“So did you tell her yet?”

Harry lifted his gaze to see Melissa standing across from him, a cheeky grin spread across her face.

“Tell who what?” he asked.

“Ella,” she rolled her eyes. “That you’re in love with her.”

Harry’s jaw dropped just as Liam and his footie pal Derek gasped.

“Wait...whoa...what?”

Harry searched the faces in the kitchen before landing on Vickie’s who simply shrugged. Then he glared at Niall.

“Don’t look at me, mate,” he held up his hands.

“It’s my fault,” Melissa admitted. “I saw the letter you typed on your laptop.”

“Letter?” Harry asked incredulously.

“Oh my God, there’s a letter?” Niall brought his fist to his mouth.

Harry thought he might be sick right there on the kitchen tile. Rounding the island, Melissa looked at him.

“Honestly Harry, I thought everyone knew. It’s rather obvious, don’t you think?”

“I didn’t think,” conveyed Liam.

“I might’ve suspected,” said Derek.

“I didn’t really know,” added Niall with a shrug. “Until I saw the box in your wardrobe.”

“What box?” piped Liam.

“I only told Vickie about it, I swear,” Niall continued. “I was wondering if maybe there was already something going on and no one told me.”

“You didn’t think to just ask me?” Harry scoffed, his jaw set. “And what were you doing in my room anyway?”

“Bloody hell, Harry!” exclaimed Melissa when he stepped closer to Niall like he was going to clock him. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like she hasn’t been in love with you for years anyway!”

“What?”

All was silent then, except for Ariana Grande who sang from the speakers in the living room as everyone turned to see Ella stood by the kitchen, her face full of shock, bewilderment and disbelief.

“Ohh shit,” someone muttered low.

“What’s going on?” Ella asked, her eyes wide and her fists at her sides. She appeared to be breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. It was Harry’s instinct to pull her away from the crowd and hold her forever, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground.

The others in the kitchen quickly busied themselves, the beer and disgustingly sweet punch somehow suddenly the topic of conversation.

“Ella, the birthday girl!” cheered Liam. “What can I get you to drink, love?”

“Melissa?” Ella called, ignoring Liam’s attempt at distraction. “What did you just say?”

“Um...nothing um...important,” her friend stumbled. “I was just reminding Harry here what great friends you are and how it’s a wonder you’ve...never...become...more.”

Blinking, Ella looked from Melissa to Harry. He seemed to be in the same state of shock she was in, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down each time he swallowed.

“Ella…” he breathed, unable to spit out any other word.

“Um...guys…” offered Vickie, coming around the counter with her arms open. “Now might be a good time to open that present.”

She eyed Harry strongly, giving a slow nod of her head. Her hands on each of their backs, she ushered them towards the hallway and into Harry’s room. Without a word, she closed the door behind her, leaving Ella and Harry alone.

They stood in the center of the bedroom, staring at each other and waiting for the other to speak until Harry finally broke the silence.

“Is it true?”

A blush rose in Ella’s already pink cheeks as she bit her bottom lip and nodded. Harry wasted no time erasing the space between them, taking her face in his hands and planting a soft kiss on her mouth.

Startled at first, Ella froze, her hands in the air. Then she soon relaxed, letting her hands fall on Harry’s arms as she kissed him back.

“Ella…” he breathed again when he broke the kiss, his lips nearly still attached to hers. “I’ve...I’ve been in love with you for years too.”

“Since when?” Ella looked up at him with her big beautiful eyes.

“Since...I met you?”

“Liar,” she quipped, stepping back as she tugged on the hem of his shirt.

“Well…” Harry chuckled nervously. “Soon after...I reckon it was that day after the footie game when we were walking back and you asked if I was enjoying school so far.”

Ella glared at Harry, her brows raised. “First year? I don’t think I even remember that.”

“I do,” said Harry. “Very well. You had your hair back in a plait, but the sides were falling down. The sun was starting to set, and I just thought you were the sweetest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to kiss you so bad.”

Ella hummed softly as she ran her hands up his chest.

“Kiss me again,” she pleaded. “Just like you wanted to then.”

Cupping her face again, Harry tilted his head and brought his mouth to hers. Ella felt the tingles right to her toes, a tiny squeak of a moan escaping her throat. That was music to Harry’s ears, and he eagerly slipped his tongue between her lips, meeting hers with a jolt of electricity. They kissed each other like they meant it, like it was everything they’d ever wanted. When Ella repeated her sound of pleasure, Harry lifted her by her bum and carried her to the bed.

“Your lips are so soft,” he declared, his body pressed against hers.

“Yours too.”

His hand on Ella’s waist, he lifted her shirt slightly until he touched skin. The connection was like fire, an explosion of all the senses. He began to kiss her neck then, feeling her pant beneath his lips, sending his blood rushing throughout his entire body.

“Oh my God, Harry,” Ella moaned. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Yeah?” Harry asked with a smirk. “Me too.”

“Really?

“Fuck yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because…” Ella hesitated. “I didn’t wanna ruin the friendship.”

“Me neither,” said Harry.

“So what do we do now?” Ella looked at him with equal parts desire and apprehension.

“Ruin the friendship.”

Ella giggled, causing Harry’s chest to tickle and his smile to widen.

“I guess...if both of us feel the same,” she remarked, “it’s not really ruining it, is it?”

“I suspect not.”

After a few more kisses, Harry rested his forehead against hers as he listened to both of their breathing.

“I should stop,” he groaned.

“No. Why?”

Lifting his head, Harry looked Ella in the eye. She was so beautiful, her pouty lips already swollen from his kisses, her gaze questioning. There were so many things he wanted to do to her, with her. But they’d only just confessed how they felt. Actually, they hadn’t really fully done that. Someone else had let the cat out of the bag.

“Um...let me...give you your present,” he said, sliding off the bed.

“Okay.”

Ella sat up, pushing her hair from her face as Harry rummaged through his wardrobe and pulled out a small box. Setting it on the bed, he cleared his throat.

“So um...there’s a letter that’s supposed to go with it. I was going to read it while you open the gift. It kind of explains it all. But...since you already know, I reckon it’s pointless.”

“No, I’d like to hear the letter,” Ella smiled sweetly.

“Right then,” Harry chuckled nervously while he pulled out a folded sheet of paper from his back pocket. Clearing his throat again, he began to read…

Dear Ella,

Four years ago, we met in Lit class. While I didn’t make the best marks, I felt as though I aced it because you were sat next to me. Your love for literature was infectious, and I always left class with a smile on my face. I also began to enjoy your company at football games. It was obvious to me that despite the fact that you weren’t a massive fan of the sport, you came along to cheer on your friends, and I thought that was just a kind thing to do. You’ve always had a compassionate heart and a kind soul, and I reckon that’s why I began to have deeper feelings for you.

As the years have gone by, I’ve tried my best to convince myself that we’re just meant to be friends. I consider you my best friend, and I cherish our friendship more than anything. Many times I’ve wanted to tell you how I really felt, but the timing was just off, or I was chicken shit. I worried that you didn’t think of me in any other way, and being just your friend was better than nothing at all.

I still feel that way, but tonight, on your birthday, I’m putting myself out there and taking that risk. You have my heart, Ella. I want you to be mine, both my friend and my lover. I want to kiss you better than you’ve ever been kissed. I want to hold you in my arms and tell you every day how in love with you I am. You deserve the moon and the stars, the heavens and the entire universe...and I want to be the one to give it all to you.

I pray that you’ll have me as more than a friend, and accept my heart as I hand it over to you.

Yours eternally,

Harry

Dropping the paper, Harry noticed Ella was in tears, her cheeks wet as she tried desperately to wipe them.

“That was the most beautiful letter,” she whispered.

Laying the letter on the bed, Harry sat down next to it and handed Ella the box.

“I hope you like it,” he said.

It was a simple white box, unwrapped but a pink bow adorned the top. When Ella lifted the lid, she gasped. Inside sat a silver charm bracelet containing six delicate charms. She fingered each one before looking up at Harry, waiting for his explanation.

“Here, may I?” he asked, lifting the bracelet from the box.

Ella nodded and Harry unlatched the clasp and wrapped it around her delicate wrist. Ella watched his mouth as he began to describe each charm.

“A book,” he said, touching the first one. “For your love of literature. A football, for all the games you went to.”

Ella smiled, recalling all the great memories she had of watching Harry and his team.

“Two hearts…” he added. “One for your big, kind heart. And one for mine which you now own.”

Without hesitation, Ella lifted her other hand to Harry’s cheek. He smiled back at her.

“And...the moon and the stars…” he finished. “Because you deserve them.”

“Harry…” Ella murmured softly, more tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”

Dropping his hands to her waist, Harry pulled her closer.

“Say you feel the same, Ella,” he whispered. “Say you love me too.”

“I do,” she declared. “I so very much do.”

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Win wasn’t surprised that come Monday morning, Vicki was giving her the silent treatment, turning her nose up at her every time their paths crossed, but it wasn’t until third period gym that she found out why.

Coach Walsh was in the midst of splitting the boys up for a game of five on five, shirts versus skins, while the girls sat on the sidelines to watch, which Win was more than happy to.  When Billy was assigned skins, he wasted no time pulling his gym shirt over his head and tossing it aside while shaking out his hair.  When he caught Win watching, he winked, flashing a cheeky grin her way.  Rolling her eyes, she quickly looked away, only to notice the other girls sitting with their heads together, whispering amongst themselves.

“Tommy said he saw them leave the bathroom together, half undressed, after being in there a while,” Carol said, cutting off when she noticed Win listening.

“Win?” Tina cried, looking betrayed.  “You hooked up with Billy at my party and you didn’t even tell me?”

“What?” Win demanded, her eyes narrowing as they fixed on Carol, who shrugged, the ghost of a pleased smirk on her lips.  

“That’s what Tommy told me.  He saw you guys go into the bathroom together,” she said, the look on her face just daring Win to deny it.

“Well Tommy’s fucking wrong,” Win snapped.  “Nancy-fucking-Wheeler spilled punch on me, so I went to the bathroom to clean up and Billy followed me,” she explained.

Carol snorted.  “Yeah, and when you came back out you were only wearing your bra,” she pointed out, smacking her gum.

“Because my shirt was soaked!” Win countered, growing more aggravated by the second.

“So, if you didn’t fuck, what were you doing?” Vicki asked.

“We talked.  That’s it.”

“Uh huh, sure,” Vicki scoffed.  “You know, Billy’s not denying it.”

“Of course he’s not,” Win grumbled under her breath, looking back out at the court just as Billy knocked Steve to the ground and stole the ball, throwing a trick shot under his leg.

“Steve!  I need to talk to you.”

Nancy Wheeler’s sharp voice cut through the air, followed by Mr. Walsh’s shrill whistle.

“Go on, Harrington, but make it quick,” he warned, jerking his head toward where Nancy stood by the door, her arms crossed over her chest.

Though curiosity tugged at her, Win took advantage of the brief timeout to hurry down the bleachers and grab Billy by the arm, dragging him toward the hall.

“Hey Win,” he chuckled, amusement sparkling in his ocean blue eyes as he let himself be led.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she hissed once they were alone.

“You mean, other than dominating on the court?” he asked, his lips curling smugly.  “Did you see that shot I just made?”

“Billy,” Win warned, planting her hands on her hips.  “Why does everyone think we slept together?”

“Oh that,” he mused, frowning as he shrugged.  “I didn’t say anything.”

Win growled, taking a step closer.  “That’s exactly my point, you’re not denying it!”

“Yeah, and–?” Billy asked, blinking at her as he tilted his head infuriatingly.

“Tell them it didn’t happen,” Win ground out, jabbing her finger into his sweat slicked chest.

For a moment he didn’t respond, chewing his lip as if deliberating.  “I don’t think I will,” he finally said, wearing a grimace as if he actually felt bad about it.

Taken aback by his alacrity, Win merely gaped at him, unable to formulate a scathing enough response.

“I figure it’ll be true sooner or later, so why deny it?” he explained, smugness radiating off him in waves.

“You–you absolute creep!” Win exploded, fury running through her veins.  “Do you actually think I’m gunna want to sleep with you after this?”

Billy’s husky chuckle brought her up short.  “Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you’re angry?” he asked, amused by her indignant expression.

All Win could get out was a furious “You–!” before Mr. Walsh interrupted.

“Hargrove, Lewis, quit flirting and get back in here, we have a game to play.”

“We’re not–” Win began, ready to argue when Billy cut her off.

“C’mon Win, you heard the man,” he said, flashing a grin.  Appeased, Walsh nodded brusquely before turning and heading back inside, not waiting to see if they were following or not.

Stepping past her, Billy paused, leaning in closer.  “For someone who can dish it out, you sure can’t take it, can you?”

For a moment, Win merely stood there, rooted in place, seething with incredulous disbelief, her pulse thundering in her ears, hating the effect he had on her.  “I’m gunna kill him,” she muttered under her breath once she finally followed, setting her jaw and sitting as far away from the other girls as she could.

If looks could kill, Billy Hargrove would have been dead long before the end of gym class.

By the time lunch rolled around, Win was still stewing, barely paying attention as Heather and Tammy Thompson joined her at her table, far away from where Tina, Carol, and Vicki sat.

“Did you hear about Nancy and Steve?” Heather asked, opening her milk carton and her question roused Win from her thoughts.

“She seemed pretty pissed this morning.  Wonder what that was about,” Win mused, moving her peas around her tray with her fork, and Tammy leaned in conspiratorially.

“Apparently they broke up at Tina’s party.”

“Poor Steve,” Heather murmured, shaking her head solemnly.

“Yeah…” Win agreed halfheartedly, feeling eyes on her.  When she lifted her head, she wasn’t surprised to see Tina and Vicki staring at her from across the room and she rolled her eyes.  “I kinda have bigger fish to fry right now though,” she muttered.

Heather glanced over her shoulder, following Win’s eyeline to the other girls, now huddled together whispering about something, no doubt Win.  “There are worse rumors they could be spreading,” she pointed out, her lips quirking into a small smirk.  “They’re just jealous.  And who can blame them?”

“I guess…” Win groaned, piercing her meatloaf with more force than necessary.  “He’s just so smug, it makes me wanna knock him down a few pegs.”

“Well, it’s not like you can make him admit the truth,” Tammy said.  “Talk’ll die down eventually and people will move on to new gossip.”

“Wait.  That’s it!” Win exclaimed, oblivious to the other two girls’ confusion at her sudden outburst.

“What’s it?  What’re you talking about– Win?  Where’re you going?” Heather cried as Win scraped back her chair and jumped to her feet, already heading for the door.

“To issue a challenge that even Billy Hargrove won’t be able to pass up!” Win called, not looking back, making her way to the bleachers, having a feeling he might be there.

Sure enough, Billy was leaning against the railing, cigarette between his lips, and Win wondered for a moment if he’d merely stolen her favourite spot or if he’d been waiting for her, the thought making her stomach flip traitorously.

“Hargrove,” she called.

Billy pulled his cigarette from his lips as he turned to her, lazily blowing out the stream of smoke as his gaze traveled over her.

“Well, well, well, wondered if you were gunna show up,” he drawled.  “Couldn’t stay away, could you?” he taunted.

“Actually, I’ve come to issue a challenge,” Win said, raising her chin defiantly, her eyes flashing.

“Oh yeah, what sort of challenge?” Billy asked, his brows raising as he wet his lips.

“A race.  Your Camaro versus my Chevelle.”

Billy’s grin grew, no doubt thinking he’d have it in the bag.  After all, as far as he knew, Win wasn’t supposed to be driving her daddy’s car, so how good could she actually be?

“What’re we playing for?” he asked, flicking his cigarette away and moving closer.

“If I win, you have to tell everyone we didn’t sleep together.”

Billy considered for a moment.  “Alright,” he finally drawled.  “What do I get if I win?”

Win shrugged.  “What do you want?”

A smug grin spread across Billy’s face at her question.  “A date,” he answered simply.

“A date?” Win asked, her brows pinching in confusion.

“Yeah, Princess, a date,” he repeated.

Win shrugged.  “Alright, fine, whatever you want.”

“So when and where is this little race taking place?” Billy asked, inspecting his fingernails, as if he couldn’t really care less. “Four p.m., Quarry Road,” Win answered.  “That good for you?”  

“Sure thing.  See you there, Princess,” he drawled, grinning confidently.

“Don’t be late,” Win warned, turning her back on him to head back to the lunch room.

When Win arrived at the Quarry Road, she was surprised to find that word had spread and a small group of their classmates had already gathered to watch the race.  Sneaking the car out a second time hadn’t been too difficult with her father at work, and for once she was glad for his long hours.  

The more spectators there are, the more witnesses there’ll be when I win, she thought as she got out of the car to face Billy, who was already waiting, leaning against the hood of his Camaro, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Shall we go over the rules?” Win asked, holding his gaze as she approached.

“Yeah, whatever,” Billy scoffed, pushing off the car to meet her, towering over her.

“The length of the race will be a quarter mile and the first to cross the finish line wins.  Sound good?” she asked.

“Yeah, let’s do this,” Billy said, holding out his hand for her to shake.

Win looked at it for a moment before taking it.  Billy’s hand tightened around hers and he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Better start thinking where you want me to take you out on our date,” he drawled, wearing a cocky grin.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re expecting something more?” Win replied wryly.

“Depends on how good the date goes, right?” Billy chuckled.

“Don’t count your chickens before they’ve hatched, Hargrove.”

Win pulled her hand free and climbed behind the wheel, the Chevelle rumbling loudly to life as she turned the key in the ignition, the vibrations seeping into her.  Billy’s engine roared obnoxiously in response and several of the guys on the sidelines cheered.

Carol took up position in the middle of the road by the designated starting line and Billy cranked his radio up, his hands drumming on the steering wheel as the music blared.

“Ready?” Carol called, lifting her arms above her head.  Win revved her engine in response, her hands flexing on the wheel.   

“Three, two, one–!”  Carol cried.  On ‘one’, she dropped her arms and let out a shriek as both cars tore past her, their tires squealing loudly.

Billy’s Camaro pulled ahead and Win could hear him crow over the roar of the wind and the radio.  Unbothered, she pressed the gas pedal down, watching the speed climb as she switched gears smoothly, finally opening up the throttle fully.  She crested a hundred as she caught up to him–knowing he was about to top out in speed.  Turning to flash him a smirk, she floored it, passing one twenty as she hurtled past him, leaving him in the dust, the wind whipping her hair.

The look on his face as she passed him was gold–his incredulous expression darkening as she crossed the finish line ahead of him.  There was no contest, it was more than obvious who the winner was.

Win’s Chevelle skidded to a stop several yards away and she climbed out just as Billy parked next to her–the others running over to join them.

“Win!  Win, you did it!  You won!” Heather cried, nearly knocking her over in her excitement.  “That was so rad!”

“Thanks,” Win laughed, peering through the crowd, searching for Billy’s face.

When he noticed her looking his way, he scowled, shrugging Tommy’s hand from his shoulder before striding toward her purposefully.  However, as he stopped in front of her, he wet his lips and turned his eyes on her car.  Opening the hood, he took one look at her engine and let out a wry laugh at the sight, shaking his head.

“Well, colour me impressed,” he drawled, shutting the hood.  “Even if you are a sneaky little thing.”

“That’s on you for underestimating me,” Win countered, crossing her arms over her chest and raising her chin defiantly to hide the tremor of adrenaline still coursing through her and vibrating outward.

“No, no, I can admit when I’ve been beat, especially when you looked so good doing it,” he added before shrugging.  “It’s just a shame we won’t get that date.  That is, unless you’d like to reconsider?” he murmured, watching her expectantly.

“In your dreams, Hargrove,” Win replied, a grin playing at her lips.  “Now I believe you have something to tell them,” she said, nodding toward their classmates clustered nearby.

“Yeah, yeah,” Billy muttered, turning to them and whistling loudly to get their attention.  “LISTEN UP!” he bellowed, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his deep voice.  “Let’s get the record straight!  Me and Lewis here, haven’t fucked–”

He turned to look at her, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.

“ – YET!”

Billy’s announcement sent a ripple through the crowd, while some didn’t seem to believe him, others let out relieved sighs at the news.  Win, however, turned away from them, unsure how it made her feel.

“That what you wanted?” Billy asked, appearing behind her, looming over her shoulder.

“For your information, it is,” she countered, spinning around to regard him.

Or at least, close enough.

Billy shrugged, reaching for a smoke.  “This isn’t over yet,” he said, giving her a pointed look as he lit his cigarette.

“If you say so,” Win replied coolly, opening her car door.  “See you at school.”Billy nodded, blue eyes darkening in thought as she pulled away.  She’d definitely won that round, but Billy wasn’t about to give up yet–he merely needed to change tactics.

Bear with me a moment while I talk a little bit about the car Win’s Chevelle is based on because I like to nerd out about this at any opportunity I get:

This particular ‘69 Cevelle COPO was originally owned by my dad when he was young. Now what made COPO's (an acronym for Central Office Production Order) stand out from the other cars of the time was its 425hp L72 V-8 engine. This was one of the most powerful engines put into a car on the regular market, because they were specifically built with special hardware right off the assembly line rather than have them modified by a third party, but they weren't well known because in outward appearance they looked like regular Chevelle SS's and they weren't advertised in dealer brochures.

In 1969, only 323 COPO Chevelles were produced. Of those 323, only 3 were the tuxedo black and red pinstripe finish. And of those 3, only 1 was the four speed manual transmission shown above. This is literally a one of a kind car and it was a part of my family’s history.

The last I had heard of this car, it went to auction and was sold for over $300k several years ago. I will forever weep that for whatever reason, my dad let it leave his possession (I believe he literally just gave it to one of my uncles who sold it), so I decided to give it to Win in my heart.

✗ taglist. @super-unpredictable98 @sailorskunk @heartbreak-sandwich @princess-marida

[alanaartdream]

So sketching / drawing last night and this morning some more ideas for fairy Timmy with how Jimmy Timmy power hour & nicktoons unite handle it … also

Somehow added in chococat dress as Timmy for fun not such why I felt the need to draw that;;

Also I feel like getting turned into a fairy at 13-14 and then getting a chance to grow up with poof/peri and Wanda / Cosmo not having Timmy’s birth parents being bad influences on Timmy (let’s face it Timmy’s birth parents along with Vicky & cocker were manger players into A lot of Timmy’s bad wishes once you take them out of the picture I feel like Timmy’s wishes wouldn’t be so out of control anymore) would be quite positive influences on Timmy plus having Jimmy and the nicktoons unite gang would also be great influences on Timmy as well

He most likely will mature and become less selfish with all of their influences; because like Wanda and Cosmo know already at heart Timmy is a good kid he was just living a life a bit like Cinderella was living before Wanda and Cosmo came into his life

I mean I get the feeling with Timmy’s birth parents they love the idea of being parents especially at 1st but hate the responsibility of it being as they’d go on vacations without him then hire Vicky to babysit whenever they could and ignore him a lot of the as well as only pay attention to him when they felt like it;;

Now before the nicktoons unite gang get approved to be teachers for helping Timmy use his new fairy powers my fairy Oc Felicity had to set some ground rules for them ( her main jobs are fairy of inspiration (art and writing she acts as a muse and helps artists & writers get out of art/writers blocks ) cat disabusing system (she helps cats who wants/needs homes find the right humans to help them (she can speak to any feline animal but no other animals)) and record keeping but she’s also in charge of making sure the human child turn fairy settling into their powers well; most of fairy world cannot trust Jorgen to handle this alone because of his track record of what happened to half of godchildren in his care (also nana boom boom would note she couldn’t leave child felicity with Jorgen being as she almost blew up fairy world as a child when left with Jorgen; apparently when fairy children scream in fear or upset bad things can happen; happy screams or giggling good things happen; Jorgen was trying to make her laugh but accidentally scare her so had screamed)

Soo Felicity starts to make a list of things to be careful of and while she’s doing that Jimmy makes a file listing these rules down to have in his computer & lab

The list starts out as

Fairy rules

1) no making fairy children cry/ scream in fear but if you accidentally do this you have to try to get them to laugh so it cancels out the nagetive magic

2) no iron around fairies

3) no butterfly nets to be used around fairies

4) do make reasonable wishes around fairies so no ricks of magical back up and be careful of what wishes you do make around them

5) no human unless they sign right paperwork/ made a agreement with fairies or are godkids are allowed to know about fairies being real ( if any untrustworthy human is around say the fairies are program holograms or have the change into disguise)

6) do not trust pixies or Anti fairies; if one shows up be careful how you handle them

Now that’s how the rules start but new ones will get added as nicktoons unite gang find out about all the other interesting things

Now with no more worries of his birth parents and having Wanda & Cosmo as his loving parents and adorable baby brother poof/prei I start to see Timmy getting less and less selfish and becoming more sweeter and could see Jimmy falling harder and harder while Danny probably see Timmy like a little like himself when he first got his ghost powers so treats Timmy and peri/poof like younger cousins/ siblings

Now I know a lot people dislike Cole from later seasons (I didn’t get to watch when she and the dog started to become apart of the show know only what others have said about her but for the few Cole fans out there I’ll say the fishbowl will after a week be moved to her home and Wanda & Cosmo will explain some things to of what happened to Timmy and what went downhill and that she’s not allowed to let anyone know what happened to Timmy or she’ll lose them as fairy godparents so Timmy & poof will probably get to see her until it’s her time to grow up and forget about them and fairies;; but most of the time Timmy and peri will be enther at fairy/ magic school or hanging out with nicktoons unite gang so Cole doesn’t get to see them too much only mostly Wanda & Cosmo but Timmy & poof/peri do give her one last goodbye when she turns 17-18 before she forgets them all;; so cocker switched to chasing her around for fairy god parents but the nicktoons unite gang will come in to stop him if Cole needs help dealing with him so she only meets the nicktoons gang in those times but otherwise I don’t think I’ll do much with her sorry; but when that goodbye happens I can totally see Timmy & peri hanging out with Jimmy that day then maybe Wanda and Cosmo go into their retirement and Peri and Timmy focus on their studies; and I believe Jimmy will become a great inventor as well as a professor and I could see Danny becoming a professor and thanks to Jimmy he starts Foundation for safer students into the paranormal being as he himself is well half paranormal himself (the government in Danny’s town/universe would call on him

To deal with ghosts and paranormal stuff) can also See Jimmy doing very well and yeah grovnment having to call on Jimmy for his smarts/ intelligence and inventions

So by then Timmy will probably helping Jorgen with DA RULEs of fairy world while helping out fairy world with all sorts of things while also being a fairy lawyer and by then felicity works as his assistant when she’s not too busy with her own fairy work;

[ahoy-harringtonmuses]

@puppetoffthehook:

At the given time, Billy isn’t trying to be likable. He’d honestly prefer driving his car off a cliff over listening to any of these Midwest morons talk. But he’s stuck here in this fucking hideous, colorless town until he can graduate and go back to the lively boardwalk he’d called home. That’s the reason he smiles and winks at every girl that seems to be on Hawkins High’s highest social standing. Why he’s trying out for the basketball team. It’s why he’s doing his best not to bitch about driving his shitty little step sister around town while he’s allowed to do nothing. Better to blend in until he can say fuck you to the town and never come back.

“My dad doesn’t agree with short notice guests.” Doesn’t like controlling himself, more like. “Why not the library? Wouldn’t that be better for looking up what we need for the project?” That and he may not know the girl, but that dude Tommy is more of a gossip than any chick Billy’s had to listen to. Her family has money and he knows one look at him and they’ll think he’s a delinquent. Advanced placement classes be damned.

That's one thing they unknowingly had in common. They wanted out of this town. This had always been Vickie's home, but she was willing to go somewhere brand new. Especially since her family carried a secret that would be passed onto her soon. He father getting to control her future was driving her crazy. He loved both her and her younger sister, Melody, to the ends of the earth. Though his way of protecting her and keeping her future secure was not what she wanted. No matter how much she expressed it, her father refused to hear her out. She just wanted to be set free.

She twirled her pencil in between her fingers as Hargrove mentioned they couldn't use his home. Thinking on his offer about the library. It'd definitely be better, quieter, her father wouldn't be looming over them the whole time. " Now that you mention it. Way better." When the last bell rang she got up and scooped her science textbook off the desk. Letting the bustling crowd of their classroom go first. She didn't feeling like being shoulder to shoulder with others, fighting for the door. "I'll meet you over there?" She had her own car, plus she had volleyball practice. "Got practice today for the volleyball team." She figured she should inform him so he wasn't left to wonder. Thought she doubted he cared.

“I understand. Now go away.“

(Vickie to Billy) ✉️: @ahoy-harringtonmuses

Billy rolled his eyes. Of course he got stuck doing a project with some random chick his first week in town. God was fucking testing him, that’s had to be it. “Whatever. Just pull your weight or I’ll make sure you don’t get credit.”

[paralyziingfears]

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Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi. @stefcns.

BtVS/AtS: Buffy Summers, Dawn Summers, Faith Lehane, Angel (or Angelus!), Darla, Drusilla, Spike, Lilah Morgan, Harmony Kendall, Destiny McMillan (vampire slayer oc), Joan Summers (vampire slayer oc), Lochlan Summers (vampire oc), Alexis Augustine (vampire slayer oc), Lorne the Host, Kate Lockley, Chase Lockley (vampire hunter oc).

TVDU: Damon Salvatore, Niklaus Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes, Bonnie Bennet, Enzo, Lily Salvatore, Nadia Petrova, Vicki Donovan, Sarah Salvatore, Hayley Marshall.

Mixed Horror Media: David (TLB), Star (TLB).

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[yetanotherrpfinder]

hey! i'm currently looking for 1x1 roleplay on discord :)

about me: - 29 - est - they/them

what i'm looking for:

i have have a short attention span and have always enjoyed the "omegle style" roleplaying because it was quick short responses and text roleplay that got to the point. which always made it easy to wrap up plots quick (i'm constantly plotting and ready for the next fun idea lol)

i'm definitely not asking for roleplay 24/7, but i am looking for hopefully someone as active as me who can do responses throughout the day on most days

i also love building plot and lore, posting aesthetics and making playlists for plots that stick around or that we keep going back to is always fun for me

i'm mainly in the stranger things fandom and i lean towards more au/modern plots than canon but i still enjoy it from time to time! i also like to roleplay with oc's and i am open to roleplaying in other mutual fandoms as well

gonna be honest, smut has always been the easiest of roleplay for me so a lot of my plots are nsfw/smut forward. that does mean i am looking for rpers comfortable with nsfw plot and are at least 21+

more info for stranger things: my main muses are: eden bingham, heather holloway, chrissy cunningham i am open to playing: robin buckley, vickie, or others but i mainly rp afab characters/oc's ships: literally open to anything (except proshipping) i prefer crackship/rare pairs over everything and do have a list

please like/message if interested or if you have any questions!!

[findroleplay]

hey! i’m currently looking for 1x1 roleplay on discord :)

about me: - 29 - est - they/them

what i’m looking for:

i have have a short attention span and have always enjoyed the “omegle style” roleplaying because it was quick short responses and text roleplay that got to the point. which always made it easy to wrap up plots quick (i’m constantly plotting and ready for the next fun idea lol)

i’m definitely not asking for roleplay 24/7, but i am looking for hopefully someone as active as me who can do responses throughout the day on most days

i also love building plot and lore, posting aesthetics and making playlists for plots that stick around or that we keep going back to is always fun for me

i’m mainly in the stranger things fandom and i lean towards more au/modern plots than canon but i still enjoy it from time to time! i also like to roleplay with oc’s and i am open to roleplaying in other mutual fandoms as well

gonna be honest, smut has always been the easiest of roleplay for me so a lot of my plots are nsfw/smut forward. that does mean i am looking for rpers comfortable with nsfw plot and are at least 21+

more info for stranger things: my main muses are: eden bingham, heather holloway, chrissy cunningham i am open to playing: robin buckley, vickie, or others but i mainly rp afab characters/oc’s ships: literally open to anything (except proshipping) i prefer crackship/rare pairs over everything and do have a list

please like/message if interested or if you have any questions!!

[ahoy-harringtonmuses]

@devildungeondm | Prompt: “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.” |

Vickie was actually rather calm for this only being her third game and it being this intense. She was pretty good at keeping herself under control in pressuring situations such as this. She looked to Dustin. A determined look in her eyes. “We need to break this circle they’ve surrounded us into.”

When he asks her how she planned to do it, Vickie knew there was no compromising with the Orcs. It’d result in failure. Yet, attacking willy-nelly would just result in their deaths faster. Her character had a high IQ such as herself. She also had a pretty lethal tongue that could be her downfall and her weapon had been taken by thieves. They had been currently been chasing them to get it back when the orca became present. “Don’t attack yet. We have to wait for the right moment. We can’t be rash..” She wasn’t sure how long to hope she had would last that they could beat them. She still had magic. She wasn’t totally powerless.

❛ don’t worry, i’ve got your back! ❜

(Vickie to Eddie) ✉️: @ahoy-harringtonmuses

"Be careful what you say, since there are four very hungry Orcs staring you down right now," he replied, one the edge of his seat as he waited to see what she'd do.

[screenviolense]

underused starter call. but specifically for my least used muses who i think deserve more attention. those who specify muses or fandoms get priority. list of applicable muses under the cut

all fandomless ocs (there's too many to type here, just check the muse list.)

all animal crossing muses (fauna, isabelle, lucky, merry, skye)

aya drevis (mad father)

melody valentine (archie comics)

libby rhodes (the atlas six)

all ninth house muses (alex, dawes)

taylor gentry (behind the mask)

all halloween muses (laurie, vicky)

isobel martin (the night circus)

all the outer worlds muses (parvati, valerie)

all percy jackson muses (emmaline, jade, jessie, katie, mary lou)

dana polk (cabin in the woods)

all pokemon muses (cynthia, rosa, lucy, irida, luna, marie, melanie, monica, sonia, summer)

ginger branch (the quarry)

all stranger things muses (joyce, chrissy, rachel)

all days gone muses (sarah, rikki)

farrah (descendants)

all stardew valley muses (emily, penny, ola, violetta, shane, jodi, rosemary)

all harvest moon muses (kathy, molly, pepper, elyse)

all dragon age muses (hawke, arri, atlas, anais, millie, elian, rowena)

aahana (dnd)

all sims muses (ara, violet, kayleigh)

yor briar (spy x family)

lupe madrigal (encanto)

all star wars muses (leia, keeta)

all fallout muses (cressida, dahlia, lidia, sarah, victor)

nana (ffxiv)

all fire emblem muses (anya, celine, alcryst, ivy, kagero, orochi, hana, selkie, setsuna, robin, panne, say'ri, cherche, dorothea, byleth)

all the wolf among us muses (snow, bloody mary, nerissa)

laetitia bresson (lupin the III)

lucie tedbury (league of extraordinary women)

[bl4ckr0se-3006]

Crossover Rp - Grishaverse| Six of Crows/Shadow and Bone and Another Fandom

Hey I am kind if desperate to do some kind of to do some king of crossover Rp involving the Six of Crows characters and another fandom we both agree on. I have a full list of my fandoms I will put son here below. Any ships I want to keep within fandoms and I wasn’t to keep the characters within their own lore unless necessary etc, for example I really don’t want anyone asking for us to play characters from Six of Crows as characters from other fandoms and no comparing the characters from Sic of Crows to characters from other fandoms either, especially villains, it makes my uncomfortable, especially when Kaz, he’s too good for that and I desperately want to play Kaz for this.

For Kaz only ship I am comfortable with is Kanej, no exceptions sorry. I have a la list of ships and the characters I can play for other fandoms I will also put below, we can discuss which fandom to crossover with. If interested leave me a comment here or pm me, preferably both. If we’re playing more than one character each from each fandom we can discuss how we split that I am absolutely comfortable discussing who plays who outside of Kaz and Inej and I much prefer my rp partner to play Inej and I have a stronger muse for Kaz. I tend to lean into Kaz’s trauma and PTSD, etc, like I feel bad for him yes but he wouldn’t be him without that backstory so please be fine with me doing this.

My fandoms are:

Stranger Things

Walking Dead

The Last of Us

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Tokyo Ghoul

Deathnote

Demon Slayer

Jujustu Kaisen

Dune

Umbrella Academy

His Dark Materials

Marvel

DC

Game of Thrones

Twilight

Heathers

Titanic

Harry Potter

Squid Game

Omori

Avatar the Last Airbender

Miraculous.

Howl’s Moving Castle

Spirited Away

Call me by Your Name

Owl House

D&D

Witcher

Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows

Bones and All

Crimson Peak

Red Queen

Attack on Titan

The Characters I’ll play are below listed by Fandom:

Stranger Things:

Eleven

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Max Mayfield

Walking Dead:

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

The Last of Us:

Ellie Williams

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children:

Enoch O’Connor (for this character I heavily prefer to work off the film version of the character though I have read and really like the books too.)

Tokyo Ghoul:

Juuzou Suzuya

Uta

Deathnote:

L

Demon Slayer:

Giyu Tomioka

Jujustu Kaisen:

Mahito

My Oc: Tomie Ryo

Dune:

Paul Arteries

Umbrella Academy:

Klaus Hargreaves

His Dark Materials:

Lyra Belacqua

Marvel:

Avengers:

Loki

X-Men:

Jean Grey

DC:

Harley Quinn (I will only play the Suicide Squad/Birds of Prey version)

The Flash:

Barry Allen/The Flash

Game of Thrones:

Bran Stark

Arya Stark (Possibly)

Daenerys Targaryen

Twilight:

Edward Cullen

Heathers:

J.D.

Titanic:

Jack Dawson

Harry Potter:

Luna Lovegood

Fantastic Beasts:

Credence Barebone

Marauders:

Regulus Black

Cursed Child:

Scorpius Malfoy

Squid Game:

Player 067/Kang Sae-Beyok

Omori:

Sunny/Omori

Avatar the Last Airbender:

Katara

Miraculous:

Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir

Felix Fathom/Argos/Flairmidable (mostly as Felix or Argos)

Luka Coffaine/Viperion

Howl’s Moving Castle:

Howl Jenkins Pendragon

Spirited Away:

Haku

Call me by Your Name:

Elio Perlman

Owl House:

Amity

Hunter

D&D:

Doric

My Oc - Cælen Ærinasion

Witcher:

I only play my Oc Cælen Ærinasion for this Fandom

Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows:

Kaz Brecker

Bones and All:

Lee

Crimson Peak:

Thomas Sharpe

Red Queen:

Maven Calore

Attack on Titan:

Eren Jaeger

The pairings I do, by fandom, the character I play is for each is is brackets (Please note + is platonic and & is ship.

Stranger Things:

(Eleven) + (Max) - (Please note for this one I do believe Max has feelings Eleven that go beyond friendship, I don’t believe Eleven reciprocates them.

(Eddie) +/&Steve

(Eddie) +/& Chrissy

(Robin) + Steve

(Robin) +/& Vickie

(Max) +/& Lucas

Walking Dead:

(Carl Grimes) +/& Enid

Daryl Dixon (I don’t currently have any ships for this characters open to any platonic pairings though)

The Last of Us:

Ellie Williams + Joel Miller

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children:

(Enoch) +/& Olive

I am also open to any platonic pairings involving Enoch.

Tokyo Ghoul:

Juuzou Suzuya (I don’t currently have and ships for this character though I am open to any platonic pairings.

Uta (I don’t currently have and ships for this character though I am open to any platonic pairings.

Deathnote:

(L) +/& Light (this is mostly in Au settings alone, I won’t do Kira and L ship rps.)

Demon Slayer:

(Giyu) +\& Shinobu

Jujustu Kaisen:

Mahito (I don’t currently have and ships for this character though I am open to any platonic pairings.)

My Oc - Tomie Ryo (I don’t currently have and ships for this character though I am open to any platonic pairings. And I only do OCxOC ship wise, CCxOC can make me uncomfortable, I am however open to CC + OC platonic rps.)

Dune:

(Paul) +/& Chani

Umbrella Academy:

(Klaus) +/& Dave

His Dark Materials:

(Lyra) +/& Will

Marvel:

Avengers:

Loki (I don’t have any ship pairings for this, open to platonic pairings though.)

X-Men:

(Jean Grey) +/& Scott Summers

DC:

(Harley Quinn) x Joker

The Flash:

(Barry/ The Flash) +/& Iris

Game of Thrones:

Bran Stark (I don’t currently have any ships for this character though I am open to any platonic pairings.

Arya Stark (I don’t currently have any ships for this character though I am open to any platonic pairings.

(Daenerys) +/& Khal Drogo

Twilight:

(Edward) +/& Bella

(Edward) + Any of that Cullens

Heathers:

(J.D.) +\& Veronica

Titanic:

(Jack) +/&Rose

Harry Potter:

(Luna) +/& Neville

Fantastic Beasts:

Credence Barebone (I don’t currently have any ships for this character though I am open to any platonic pairings.

Marauders:

(Regulus) +/& James

(Regulus) + Sirius

Cursed Child:

(Scorpius) +/& Rose

(Scorpius) +/& Albus

Squid Game:

Player 067/Kang Sae-Beyok (I don’t currently have any ships for this character though I am open to any platonic pairings.

Omori:

(Sunny/Omori) +/& Basil

Avatar the Last Airbender:

(Katara) +/& Aang

Miraculous:

(Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir) +\& Marinette Dupain Cheng/Ladybug

(Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir) + Kagami Tsurugi/Ryuko

(Felix Fathom/Argos/Flairmidable) +\& Kagami Kagami Tsurugi/Ryuko

Luka Coffaine/Viperion (Platonic pairings only please)

(Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir) + Felix Fathom/Argos/Flairmidable

Howl’s Moving Castle:

(Howl) + Mark

(Howl) + Calcifer

(Howl) +\& Sophie

Spirited Away:

(Haku) + Chiro

(Haku) +/& Oc

Call me by Your Name:

(Elio) - I don’t currently have pairings for this character. Open to CC +\& OC if necessary though.

Owl House:

(Amity)+/& Luz

(Hunter) +\& Willow

(Hunter) + Gus

(Amity) + Willow

D&D:

(Doric) +/& Simon

OC+/&OC

(OC)+ CC (Willing for double up in which I will play a CC)

Witcher:

OC +/& OC

(OC)+/& CC (I won’t play CC for this Fandom.)

Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows:

(For this fandom bear in mind I do very much see Kaz as asexual, not necessarily aromatic, look it up if need definitions. Asexual does not mean can’t fall in love.)

(Kaz) +/& Inej

(Kaz) + Jesper

Bones and All:

(I do see Lee as Bi -- well aware it might seem like a bit of an obscure one to some.)

(Lee) +/& Maren

(Lee) +/& Oc

Crimson Peak:

(Thomas) +/& Edith (Preferable)

(Thomas) +/& Oc

(Thomas) + Lucille

Red Queen:

(Maven) +\& Thomas

(Maven) +\& Mare

(Maven) + Cal

(Maven) + Tiberias Vi

(Maven) + Elara

Attack on Titan:

(Eren) +\& Mikasa

(Eren) + Armin

If interested comment or Pm me. I won’t reply to liked as I find those too ambiguous.

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"Sorry, I'm.. Just not used to this.." The brunette mumbled out to the cheerleader. She shifted in her seat a bit before resting her hands into her lap, attempting to sit as still as possible. She had begun to feel a bit anxious, and she wasn't too sure why? She knew Chrissy was a good person. Otherwise Vickie would have just shutout the idea of someone messing with her hair altogether. "I- actually.. really appreciate this." Vickie spoke up again. "I needed to put my hair up by the time athletics came around anyway. The girls team is starting drills today." She was trying to make small talk with the sweet girl behind her. Not wanting things to get awkward. Even if Chrissy didn't feel this way, Vickie didn't want her to believe all the stuck up nonsense other girls seemed to spread about her being negative and vile. Vick was those things, but only to the people she knew deserved it.

[idiotwithanipad]

The Past

After catching ear of a party being held at the house, Amy (My OC) opts out of going due to her fear of a certain substance and explains to Humphrey why that's the case.

(TW: Alcoholism, Alcoholic trauma, Childhood trauma related to alcohol, Implied Child Neglect and physical harm)

Amy wandered through the calmness of the reception area, Chris the desk man and Vicky the receptionist were chatting idly as she passed, blissfully unaware of her presence, or the decapitated head which she held in her hands about her middle.

"Don't work too hard guys, oh and feel free to put laxatives in old John's coffee today, he's a prick" Amy mused, nodding her head to them as she passed. The 'Old John' in question? An ex alcoholic and neglectful father who'd recently struck it rich in the art of gambling.

The head in her hands perked up.

"That's a bit grim, innit?"

Amy shrugged, taking a seat in the ivy green velvet armchair sheltered in shady a corner of the lobby.

"They could also put cement powder in his soup?... Umm, nail polish remover in his contact lenses pot?... Nair in his shampoo? -" Her suggestions for torture were interrupted by the head.

"Oi oi oi, none of that, young lady, you're better than that. I know blokes like 'im wind you up, but if you keep on about it that just means he's winning" Humphrey explained, his eyes looking up to hopefully meet her gaze.

"Yeah I know" Amy mumbled, dejected, resting Humphrey's head on it's side against her thighs and reclining back deeper into the chair, folding her arms.

"Not that I wouldn't like to see all that stuff happen to blokes like that every once in a while" The Tudor conceded.

The pair were cut off by the sudden ringing of the telephone at the desk. Vicky cleared her throat and picked it up, addressing whoever made the call politely and awaiting a response.

"Yes. For tonight? Uh, let me just check... Oh yes! Found it! The Bachelorette party in the gardens? Tonight at nine? Yes, all set. Okay. Okay, see you tonight, bye bye" Vicky said through the phone with a smile.

Amy sat forward in her seat again, interest peaking.

"A Bachelorette party, huh?" She spoke aloud to nobody.

"Ooh, we should swing by and 'ave a look, could be fun. Better than golf" The Tudor admitted with a half smile. Amy gathered Humphrey's head in her hands again and rose from the chair.

She wandered over to the desk, stepping up beside Vicky, careful not to let the living woman pass through her arm. Not her proudest moment; the first time Amy had been passed through involved a moment in which she placed Humphrey's head on a table while she left the room to find Kitty for food club. Upon returning to the room with her Georgian friend, a living had sat down at the table with a hefty flask of tea. As Amy reached over the table to retrieve Humphrey's head, the living had accidentally dropped the flask from under their arm and leant down to retrieve it, their shoulders passing through Amy's stomach on the way down. She had gagged and wretched so loud that Cap came running into the room, his stick at the ready to thrash whoever caused such a problem.

Feasting her eyes on the booking list displayed on the computer screen on the desk, Amy noticed that the party itself involved a rented gazebo, alcohol and a chocolate fountain.

"There's gonna be booze. Julian won't miss out on that then? Not to mention the ladies" Amy spoke, surprisingly monotone, before trudging back to the East Wing, silently.

"Aren't you gonna go tell the rest?" Humphrey asked, peeking over as they passed the Higham Suite.

Amy replied coldly.

"They can find out on their own"

Humphrey couldn't understand; Amy had been cheery earlier, she had laughed and smiled, joked and snided against the pesky livings. Why the sudden change?

Amy passed through her bedroom door and placed Humphrey on the armchair beneath the window; another cause for confusion. Humphrey tried not to seem clingy or desperate with the girl, but since her death she had been the only ghost to spend this much time with him. The only ghost to pick him up off the floor and carry him around with her almost all day long.

She cared for him and he was eternally greatfull for her help, but he didn't want to make it an obligation to her, that's the last thing he wanted; after many years of being tended to by the girl, it caused him to feel lonely and saddened when she didn't want to hold his decapitated head in her hands or sit with him in the sun.

Humphrey's first 'rescue' from Amy had been a staple in his existence among the dead. Amy had actually joined for story club one afternoon a few weeks into her ghosting, and had sat down nervously beside Kitty on one of the small sofas. Humphrey's head had once again been neglected in the far corner of the room. None of the other's even seemed to hear him, even though every now and then he would call out, wishing to join in.

Amy had looked between each ghost, none of them looking at her either. She kept looking over to the Tudor's head facing the wall, alone in the shady corner. A sharp pinch of discomfort disrupted her heart. Enough was enough. Amy knew what neglect felt like, she knew the feeling of being unseen and unheard, especially in times of need.

Much to everyone's surprise, the teen had pushed herself up and marched over to the abandoned head, plucking him from the stone floor and holding him at arms length, as though fearing that blood would dribble from the stump beneath his Adam's apple. Humphrey gave a sigh of relief, his eyes not yet able to see who had retrieved him.

The other's watched as Amy returned to her spot beside Kitty and sat back down, cautiously turning the head in her hands to face him.

"Ah, thank you, much bet-" The Tudor had been cut to the quick; the new girl was the last person he would've expected to help him.

Remembering that day sometimes made the Tudor tear up; that strange girl had stood up for him more than anyone else had in this house, even in his life. If she was willing to stand up to The Captain for him on multiple occasions, or correct anyone who called his head an 'it' rather than 'he', or even fire an icy glare at her good friend Robin to defend him, she must care.

But here he lie, his head leant aside resting against the armrest of the chair, watching as she sat down on the edge of her bed, folding her arms and sighing. He could've really used his body right about now.

"You alright?" He called over to her, anything to quell her uncharacteristic silence in his presence; she was usually a chatterbox around him and quiet around the others.

"Yeah" She replied simply, her eyes telling another story. Humphrey blinked.

"You sure? 'Cause you were quite chatty earlier. Sad that we can't join the party? We can always go 'ave a look if you-"

"You can but I'm not" Amy replied sharply, tightening her crossed arms.

Humphrey was taken aback.

"Why not? I thought you would've been interested in a party?"

"Not one like that. No, I'm not going" Amy replied, a slight tremble in her voice. Humphrey's brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and concern.

"Did you see a name you recognize on the screen? Someone who weren't too nice to you when you were alive?" Humphrey asked, trying to pinpoint the reason for Amy's reluctance and bitterness.

"Just drop it, alright?" Amy spoke bluntly, not looking over at him, her eyes fixed on the wall ahead of her.

"But it could be fun-"

"I'm not going because there's booze, okay?!" Amy spat, her fists dropping to her sides and thumping against the mattress. Humphrey paused, gobsmacked, and stared downward towards Amy's platforms.

A sharp sigh fell from Amy's lips as her hand came up towards her eyes to pinch at her brow. Humphrey could tell by her reaction that she didn't just prefer to be teetotal, or felt intimidated by the thought of damaging her liver, her reaction was deep rooted and visceral.

"What happened?" Humphrey asked.

Amy dropped her hand down from her brow and clenched her lips tightly shut.

"I've noticed that every time someone drinks the stuff you go quiet. You put your hood up sometimes. That cocktail group the others do? Was it something Julian said, or-?" Humphrey asked gently, though, behind his eyes his brain burned with the thought of the MP insulting or suggestively warbling some filth to Amy, and it made him want to find his body and go clock the Tory in the jaw.

Amy shook her head.

"No. It's nothing like that" Her voice cracked, a pathetic whimper in comparison to the tone she took just now. Humphrey's jaw clenched in sadness as he watched Amy swipe a tear from her eye.

"It's not the alcohol alone. Its- the person drinking the shit. They can never be trusted" Amy admitted. Humphrey watched as Amy picked at her fingernails and turned her eyes to the floor.

"My mum was- really really badly- like..." She cut herself off with a shaky sigh.

"My mum was an alcoholic. Every day and every night. She could polish off a twelve pack in under three hours and still want more. And she'd always get more, even if she had to borrow money from our downstairs neighbour. She got nasty with me. Mean. She hurt me a lot" Amy spoke quietly, pain in her eyes, her right eye barely wincing at the vivid memory of a shiner she'd received from her aforementioned mother.

"I'd get home from school, she'd be drunk. I'd wake up in the night, she wouldn't be home. She used to sneak the shit into work so by the time she got home she'd be drunk. Every time I followed her around in the flat as a kid to make sure she was okay, she'd just get mad at me and she'd get violent and -" Amy bit her tongue as more tears rolled from her eyes, this time she didn't bother wiping them away.

"Sometimes she'd come into my room and sit on my bed with me. She'd hold my hand and tell me I was the most important thing in the world to her, but she'd- she'd squeeze my hand so tight and wouldn't let go. It really hurt. It left bruises on my wrists. But then she'd be shouting and screaming at me because she caught me counting all the empty cans in the bin. I'd go to my granddad's on the weekends but when he'd drop me off back home on Sunday nights, I'd go in and find her face down in the hallway passed out. I'd try to go get my granddad to help but by the time I'd got done with trying to wake her up myself, he was already gone".

Humphrey watched as a far away look crept it's way into Amy's teary eyes.

"The flat just reeked of the shit, my mum reeked of it, even my room. I'd lose sleep worrying about my mum. All night I'd hear that sound... "

"What sound? "

"Cans. Tin cans cracking open. It was like someone drilling right into my head. Even I couldn't open up a can of Monster without putting my headphones on full blast to drown out that sound"

Humphrey wished he could go over to her and hold her hand, pat her back, hold her and never let go.

"I got so sick of her being drunk all the time one day that I tried to sneak all the packs into the kitchen to pour it all down the sink but she caught me and- dragged me into my room by my hair and shut me inside. My door handle was broken, so it could only be opened from the outside, so- I was trapped all night"

Humphrey's eyes closed tightly shut at the horrific thought.

"Didn't you try to tell your granddad about it? He might 'ave been able to help her?" Humphrey added, hoping for a positive answer in this dark moment.

"He already knew. Mum drank a lot even before I was born. It was complicated, they didn't exactly get along all the time. He tried to have me taken into his custody when I was little but it didn't work" Amy replied.

"Eventually I just gave up. I just kept getting hurt so I- shut down. I only spoke when spoken to. Sounds stupid but, I thought if I didn't interfere then it couldn't hurt me anymore. But I was still so scared"

Humphrey almost couldn't believe what he'd just heard, wondering if he had dreamed the whole interaction, that all of this was just a horrible nightmare. He had no words; for once, Humphrey was speechless, his eyes slowly blinking with a vacant stare.

During the silence, Amy's head dropped into her hands, and she welt pathetically. Humphrey opened his mouth to comfort her but he fell silent and just let her cry. Robin gave him that advice months ago; if someone needed to cry, let them cry.

It seemed like hours had passed before Humphrey's body walked steadily through the door and already began feeling around at the bedside for Amy. The bodily portion of the Tudor seemed to have a sixth sense when Amy was involved; if she screamed, when she got angry or when she cried, it seemed to reroute itself and fumble it's way to her location as if the girl were a tracking beacon.

It's hand wafted around until it's palm connected with the top of Amy's head, causing her to jolt out of her tearful moment of silence. It's hand retracted quickly as though it had just pressed it's palm to a hot sheet of metal before settling again, gently placing it's palm against the side of Amy's head, stroking it softly as if to comfort her.

Caught in her briefly baffled state, Amy flung her arms forward and got to her feet, clutching onto the Tudor's middle and hugging it tightly. One of it's arms looped around Amy's back while the other patted carefully at the back of her head, it's only way to make her feel better.

[mrprettywhenhecries]

separate ways [b.h]

one. | don't tell me you love me

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 4.5k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, angst, mention of child abuse, drinking, violence, blood, Billy's really bad at emotions :c, slight dubcon (if you squint) ⇾ a/n: Yay! Here we are at the beginning of the two part part two, which will bridge the gap between the events of season two and three and will be from Billy's pov.

[ masterlist ] [ win lewis bio ]

“We’re done.”

As soon as the words had left his mouth, he’d regretted them.  They’d hung in the air between him and Win, as if just waiting for him to take them back and beg her forgiveness.

But Billy Hargrove didn’t beg.

What was left of his pride and the sharp hot rage yet running through his veins wouldn’t let him.  Instead, he’d turned on his heel and walked out.

Billy was half way back to Hawkins when the weight of what he’d done finally sank in.  By the time he’d turned back to retrace his steps, Win was gone, the Byers’ house left empty.  It was then that he felt the telltale signs of panic truly begin to grip him.  He had no idea where Max had gone, when or even if she’d be back, and there was no way he could show his face back home without her.

Torn between waiting there for her and going after Win, hoping she’d headed back to her place, he settled for calling her, holding his breath as the line rang, and rang. 

And rang.

When Max returned with the Camaro, it was nearing midnight and Billy didn’t say a word to her as he climbed wearily into the driver’s seat.  Her threat was still fresh in his mind, but it wasn’t fear that held his tongue.  He was just too tired to fight any more and he still had his father’s inevitable wrath to look forward to.

Though at that point, Billy couldn’t think of any punishment worse than losing Win.  As much as he wanted to believe that by Monday she’d cool down and all would be well, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be that simple.

That night, as much as he hated himself for it, Billy Hargrove cried himself to sleep, the angry red welts left by his father’s belt stinging as much as the raw empty space in his chest where his heart had been.

Monday, the ride to school was a quiet one, and as soon as Billy parked, Max left the Camaro without a backwards glance.  Billy watched her skate toward the middle school with a scowl on his face.  While she’d gotten a fair share of their parents’ ire, it was he who’d shouldered the lion’s share.  

How was that for fair when the whole thing had been her fault in the first place?

Rolling his shoulders uncomfortably against the bruises that had started to form along his back and ribs, he slammed his door shut and strode toward the school entrance, several stray snowflakes beginning to fall, catching in his hair.

It seemed merely the fact that Win hadn’t rode to school with him that morning was enough to set the hall aflame with gossip, speculation as to the state of their relationship racing ahead of him.

“Is it true?  Did you and Win split?” Carol asked, meeting Billy by his locker, smacking her gum as she waited for his answer, her blue eyes alight with curiosity.

“No,” Billy replied gruffly, pulling his locker door open with more force than necessary.  “We just had a little spat.  That’s all,” he insisted, radiating disdain.

“Uh huh,” Carol mused doubtfully, blowing a pink bubble as she studied him, popping it before shrugging and walking off, no doubt going to spread the news to Vicki and Tina.

Billy grabbed his books and stalked off, trying to put on a normal facade.  His morning classes came and went, but he barely paid attention, too occupied with his own thoughts.

This was a completely new experience for him.  He hadn’t been lying when he’d told Win she’d been his first real girlfriend.  He’d never been serious about anyone before, so it never hurt when he eventually kicked them to the curb.  Billy had always been the one to love ‘em and leave ‘em, no one had ever broken up with him before, and he didn’t like it, this hollow ache in his chest that only grew worse as the day wore on.

Though he wasn’t hungry in the slightest, by the time the lunch bell rang, Billy made his way to the cafeteria, keeping his eyes peeled for Win, hoping to get her by herself and have a word.  However, as soon as she noticed him, she pushed her chair back from the table and practically fled the room, leaving her tray of food untouched.  The sight of her red rimmed eyes before she’d left made Billy’s heart drop into his stomach, but before he could even attempt to follow her, his path was blocked by Holly, her dark eyes flashing.

“Don’t even think about it, Billy boy,” she snapped, placing her hands on her hips.

“Oh, cool it, Hampton,” Billy sighed, placing an unlit cigarette between his lips.  “I just wanna talk to her.”

“Haven’t you done enough?” Holly exclaimed, not backing down, and the look on her face made Billy scowl.

“Look.  Just tell her I wanna talk to her–” he ground out, but Holly crossed her arms across her chest.

“Look,” she repeated back to him, a hard edge to her voice.  “Just stay away from Win, got it?”

When it became obvious she wasn’t going to let him past, Billy let out a frustrated huff, giving her one last look before turning around and striding away, heading for the bleachers.  

If Win wanted her spot back, then she was gunna have to take it from him.

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After the day he’d had, Billy was actually looking forward to basketball practice.  It would be good to blow off some steam on the court and Lord knew he had some pent up aggression he needed to get out.

“Good job out there today, Hargrove,” the coach exclaimed as practice wound to an end, his teammates heading for the locker room to hit the showers.  “Wish I had four more of you on the court,” he chuckled, slapping Billy on the back.

“Thanks Coach,” Billy grunted, gritting his teeth against the sudden flare of pain before hissing out a breath as he joined the others in the locker room.

“Dude, did you see Steve?” one of the guys exclaimed loudly as Billy passed, heading to his locker.

“Yeah, his face is fucked up!  Wonder who did it to him.”

“I heard it was Billy,” another piped up, snickering.

Contemplating whether or not he should just shower at home, not exactly wanting to field any questions from his teammates about the bruises covering his back, Billy couldn’t help but smirk to himself, still pretty proud of knocking Steve down a few pegs.

“Speaking of Hargrove, I heard he and Win are splitsville,” one the guys hissed in a hushed tone.  “Maybe I can finally tap that,” he chuckled.

Billy’s smirk disappeared and he turned away from his locker, letting his eyes sweep the room as he pulled his sweat soaked cut-off over his head, discreetly searching for who’d spoken.

“You gotta be kidding.  After what he did to Steve?  Ain’t no way I’d cross Billy.”

The first voice snorted.  “Nah man, she’d be fuckin’ worth it–”

Following the voices, like a panther stalking its prey, Billy slipped a fresh shirt on as he rounded the corner to where Braydon Miller and Taylor Rupp were huddled together, his eyes narrowing as he sized them up.

“Wanna run that by me again, Miller?” Billy drawled, leaning against the low of lockers, cutting off their escape, a dangerous note to his low voice.

His teammates stiffened, realizing they’d been overheard, but Billy’s attention was all on Braydon, who cleared his throat awkwardly.  “It’s just… if you’re not together any more–” he trailed off under Billy’s glower.

“Anyone else want a turn with my girl?” he exclaimed, throwing his arms wide as he slowly turned to address the rest of the locker room.

No one spoke, several of his teammates dropping their gazes to their feet, and Billy nodded to himself.  “Now, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but Win is still very much mine,” he growled, staring at Miller for emphasis.  “So, if I find out about any of you making a pass at her, you’ll get worse than Harrington got.”

If possible, the locker room got even quieter and Billy let out a huff.  “Do you understand?” he asked.

When no one answered, his lips twisted in a scowl and he raised his voice, emphasizing each word.  “I said.  Do. You. Understand?” 

This time, a frantic chorus of voices replied, leaving Billy satisfied with their response.  “Good.  Tell your friends,” he said, shoving Miller back against his locker as he retreated, grabbing his things and leaving.

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December 22nd, 1984

“Max, honey, stay still,” Susan chastised lightly.

“Ow!  Mom, that’s too tight!” Max whined in response, their voices floating down the hall from the bathroom.

Billy rolled his eyes, getting up to shut his door.  Standing in the doorway, he peered out, catching sight of Susan braiding a strand of Max’s fiery hair to pin back out of her face, helping her get ready for her dumb little middle school dance.

For a moment, Max turned, holding his stare and a wave of resentment washed over him.  Without a word, he stepped back into his room, shutting his door firmly.  He’d kept his word, he’d left her and her stupid friends alone, and where had it gotten him?  She was going out, having fun, and he was stuck there, alone.  With a pang of regret, he couldn’t help but wonder what Win was doing right then.  

He’d heard that Hawkins Lab had been shut down suddenly, and he wondered if she’d actually get to spend the holiday with her father.  He glanced across the room at the small gift wrapped box sitting on his dresser.  He’d gotten her a gift shortly after Thanksgiving, while they were still together, but now it seemed like it was going to go to waste and Neil’s words echoed in his head, taunting him.

Wonder how long it’ll last before you fuck it up.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, Billy set his jaw and strode across the room, snatching the box.  Grabbing his keys, he set out before he could change his mind.  He’d given Win space, forced himself to pass her by at school and hold his tongue as if he didn’t have a million things he wanted to say to her, missing being able to just talk to her, but it was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was hurting, and for what?  

Obviously neither of them wanted this, so why were they still apart?  It was stupid and Billy was determined to make her see that.

Pulling up to her house, Billy turned off his headlights as he parked on the street–close enough to be able to see the front of the house, but far enough away that his car wouldn’t be spotted.  Glancing down at the box sitting in the passenger seat, he wet his lips before his gaze flicked back to the house.

The front curtains were open and he could easily see into the living room.  Win and her dad were decorating the tree, stringing a strand of multicoloured twinkle lights around its branches.  For a moment, Billy let himself imagine he was inside with them–Christmas music playing softly from the radio in the kitchen as It’s a Wonderful Life droned on in the background.

Win’s smile was radiant and he wanted to live in the fantasy a while longer, but the cold was beginning to creep into the car, chilling him, his breath misting in the air.  Opening his eyes he tried to imagine what would really happen if he walked up to the door–his heart in his hands.  And every scenario ended with him being turned away.

Turning the key in the ignition, Billy gave one last wistful look at the window and the warmth that seemed to radiate from within before pulling away from the curb, Win’s present forgotten in the passenger seat.

He couldn’t do it.  He couldn’t face the possibility of her rejection.

He’d give it a week, he decided.  Maybe by then he’d find the courage to try again.

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December 31st, 1984

It was already dark by the time Billy left the house on Cherry St. and he turned up the radio as he turned onto the main drag through town.  He’d taken a little longer getting ready, meticulously styling his hair to look as effortless as possible before choosing an outfit specially designed to catch the eye.  Though he sped through town, he aimed to arrive fashionably late, wanting to make an entrance.

Heather Holloway’s New Year’s Eve party had been the only thing anyone had been talking about for the past few weeks and he had it on good authority that Win was gunna be there.

And after his cowardice at Christmas, he was determined to win her back.

Glancing up at his reflection in the rear view mirror, he flashed his best grin.  “Hey Win,” he said, speaking aloud to the empty car as if she were there.  “Hey Win.  Winnie,” he repeated, chuckling softly as he switched his inflection, practicing what he wanted to say when he saw her.

“You’re looking good.  Though, you always look good,” he drawled, biting his lip before winking at his reflection, radiating confidence.  “What’s that?  You miss me?” he asked, his expression shifting to calculated surprise.  “I know you do, babe.  And I… I miss you too,” he breathed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Why don’t we put this whole foolish mess behind us, huh?” he asked, catching his gaze in the mirror, his eyes softening.  “Come back to me and we’ll forget any of this ever happened,” he urged, letting just enough emotion tinge his voice while still keeping it smooth and warm.  “I mean, after all, we’re perfect together.”

Catching his tongue between his teeth, he grinned, pleased with his performance. 

“She won’t be able to resist,” he breathed, bringing the cigarette perched between his fingers to his lips.

By the time the party was over, Billy was confident she’d be his again.

The road in front of Heather’s house was nearly packed full by the time Billy arrived, but he found a spot further down the street and parked, lighting a fresh cigarette before kicking open the door to step out into the slush.

God, but he still couldn’t stand the snow.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he made his way to the house, the music blaring inside seeping out into the cold night air.

Tamping the snow from his boots as he stepped inside, Billy blew out a long stream of smoke, feeling his cheeks and fingers sting at the sudden change in temperature.  Pushing his way through the crowded living room, he went in search of Win, spying Tommy and Carol in the corner with Tina.

Tina noticed him looking her way and smiled, waving to him.  He acknowledged her, but didn’t head over, still searching for Win’s dark rooted platinum bob amongst the crowd.  When he finally spotted her, his stomach twisted, white hot jealousy racing through his veins at the sight of her standing next to Eddie “the freak” Munson, one arm casually slung around her petite shoulders.

It had barely been a month since they’d split, she wouldn’t have moved on that quickly.  She couldn’t’ve.  Especially not with someone like him.

Win seemed to feel his gaze on her and turned, her doll-like eyes widening when they landed on him.  For a moment, she looked torn, her gaze holding his before Tommy clapped a hand on his shoulder, a smug grin on his freckled face as he joined Billy, and she quickly looked away again, slipping past Eddie to go get another drink.

“I heard she’s been hanging out with Munson and his lame band, and Nancy Wheeler’s bitchy cousin,” Tommy exclaimed, watching Billy from the corner of his eye, as if just waiting for a reaction.

Billy’s first instinct was to stride over there and introduce Munson to his fist, but something deep inside tugged at him—a tiny voice that sounded suspiciously like Win’s—telling him that that would only dig his grave deeper.

Though his jaw flexed and his hands balled into fists, Billy kept his expression as flat as he could, shrugging Tommy’s hand off his shoulder as he pushed into the crowd, away from Munson, instead following Win to the kitchen.  He found her by the counter, a half empty bottle of whiskey in her hand, the mouth of the bottle just leaving her pink lips, and he couldn’t help but grin at the way her gaze trailed over him, her face flushing.

He clearly still had an effect on her.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked, the defiance in her voice mostly for show.

Billy shrugged, stepping closer, his fingers wrapping around the bottle in her hand.  “It’s a free country,” he said, wetting his lips as he plucked the bottle from her hand, bringing it to his mouth and taking a swig, the amber liquid warming him as it burned down his throat.

Win quickly tore her eyes away when he handed her back the bottle, his gaze focused on her.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

She snorted.  “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Bullshit–” Billy scoffed, leaning against the counter, boxing her in.  “I think you wanted to see me,” he drawled.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she exclaimed, though her body language told a different story and for a moment Billy let his mask drop.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured softly and Win’s eyes snapped back to his face, surprise flitting across her features.

“I’ve… missed you too,” she admitted in a small voice, her hand involuntarily clutching at his jacket as Billy took a chance and tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering at the curve of her jaw.

“Yeah?” he breathed, leaning in closer, surprised at just how easy it had been to lure her back in.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, her breath hitching as his lips hovered just out of reach.

Billy grinned, bridging the remaining distance between them, his mouth pressing to hers, gentle at first, testing the waters.  When she hesitantly kissed him back, he dropped all pretense of holding back, his hand as her cheek slipping into her hair to cradle the back of her head as his tongue swiped against the seam of her lips.

With a soft moan, she opened her mouth to him, her tongue meeting his.  She tasted like whiskey and nicotine and Billy’s head swam while his heart hammered in his chest.  If he took Win’s hand and pressed it over his heart, she’d probably be able to feel it.

Suddenly, however, she tensed, pulling back abruptly, her hand against his chest the only thing stopping him from chasing her retreating lips and Billy’s eyes snapped open, his brows furrowing.

“Win, what–?”

“I can’t,” she choked out, squeezing her eyes shut as a conflicted expression twisted her face.  “I can’t do this,” she repeated, her voice growing firmer.

“Why the hell not?”

The words were out of Billy’s mouth before he could stop them, knowing the gruff demand would surely spur Win to retaliate, her defenses slamming securely back in place.

Hating that he was right, Billy grimaced as she pushed him back, her stormy eyes flashing.

“Is it cause of that freakshow you came here with?” he spat, his anger boiling over, getting the better of him.

“What?” Win snapped, her gaze like daggers.

“Munson.  You sleeping with him?”  he demanded, unable to back down now and Win scoffed, incredulous.

“No, it’s not like that,” she exclaimed, but Billy rolled his eyes, a humourless grin stretching his face as he barked a hollow laugh.

“C’mon Win, don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since you,” she insisted levelly, hurt flickering in her eyes.  “Have you?” she snapped instead, wordlessly pleading with him to deny it.

Billy took a step closer, his breath ghosting across her face as he loomed over her.  “The only person I’ve even been able to even think about these past weeks, is you.  So, no.”

Win scoffed, turning her face away, blinking back the dampness that caught in her lashes as she crossed her arms over her chest.  “If you truly want me back, Billy, you need to prove you’ve changed,” she whispered, making herself meet his gaze.

“Do better.”

Without another word, she pushed past him, leaving him to contemplate what she’d said.

Growling, Billy snatched the bottle of whiskey she’d left behind and tossed it back, downing the rest of the amber liquid in several long swallows.

Do better?  What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Grabbing a quarter full bottle of vodka from the counter, Billy skulked back out to the living room, joining Tommy and the others.  His mood effectively soured, he sullenly watched the party from his spot against the wall, glowering as every so often he took a swig from the bottle in his hand.  Once he’d polished off the vodka, he’d grown bored, pushing off the wall to head to the keg across the room, scowling when he realized Tina had followed him over.

“Hey Billy,” she chirped, sidling up next to him as he grabbed an empty cup, filling it from the spigot, careful not to get too much foam.

“Tina,” he grunted in response, bringing the cup to his lips.

“Wanna pour me one?” she asked, holding her cup out to him.

He rolled his eyes, but did so anyway, ignoring the way she batted her eyelashes up at him.

“I heard about you and Win splitting,” she said, leaning in closer.  “Mondo bummer,” she murmured, though she didn’t sound very broken up about it.

Billy stared at her flatly, not in the mood for her games.  “Excuse me,” he muttered, stepping around her and stumbling back out into the crowd, his vision swimming slightly.  If Tina said something else, he didn’t hear it.

Glancing down at his watch, he realized it was nearly midnight and the urge to find Win again was growing stronger.  Letting his gaze sweep the room, he finally spotted her dancing with Beck, and though there was a smile curling her lips, it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Despite the distraction, she was hurting.

Billy didn’t sense Tommy coming up beside him until he spoke, his voice slurring slightly.

“Dude, give it a rest already,” he said, bringing his drink to his lips.  “Sure Win’s hot an’ all, but there’s loads of other hot girls.  Girls that would willingly throw themselves at your feet.  You could be swimming in pussy,” he exclaimed, his sweeping gesture taking in the room.

Billy’s expression darkened, but he didn’t speak, and Tommy barrelled on.  “Face it, Billy, she ain’t comin’ back, and you know what, I’m gunna tell you somethin’.  You should be glad, because your little girlfriend?  She was a bitch,” he exclaimed.

The shit eating grin on his face faltered when Billy turned suddenly, grabbing shirt, his eyes flashing danger.  

“You wanna run that by me again?” he asked, his voice like a taut spring and the people around them went quiet, turning to watch.

Tommy’s eyes lit up in amusement, his grin returning wider as he held Billy’s fierce glare.  “Thought there were plenty of bitches in the sea, Hargrove?  Isn’t that what you told Harrington?” he taunted, brushing out of Billy’s grasp.

There was a beat where Billy merely gaped at him, seething, and Tommy began to laugh, making the mistake of turning his back on him.  He was still laughing when Billy caught his shoulder, spinning him back around, his fist connecting with Tommy’s stupid face.

The blow staunched Tommy’s laughter, wiping the amusement from his face, and he swung right back, missing Billy by an inch.  Taking the opening, Billy’s fist found Tommy’s nose, bloodying his knuckles.

“Fuck you, Hagan!” he growled, feeling hands on his jacket pulling him back.

“Fuck you Hargrove!” Tommy countered, blood streaming down his chin.

Taking advantage of Billy’s momentary distraction, Tommy threw a right hook, his fist catching Billy’s left brow before he was hauled back, the two pulled apart.  With a huff, Billy shook the hands off him, tugging at his jacket and wiping the blood from his brow before it could run into his eye.

As he straightened he found Win watching him, disappointment etched in her gaze before she turned away, following Eddie and Beck toward the door.

“Win, wait!”

Billy’s feet moved before his thoughts could catch up and he stumbled out the door after her, nearly losing his footing in the snow outside before he caught up to her, grabbing her arm to haul her back.  Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, his mouth colliding with hers in a searing, desperate kiss.

“Billy, no!” Win exclaimed, pushing him away, her voice cracking.  

“No, you know you want this,” he growled, his grasp on her arms tightening, not letting her pull away, trying to kiss her again.

“I said no, Billy!” she repeated, the sudden crack of her palm across his face leaving him stunned.

Fighting the urge to press his hand to his stinging cheek, his hands fell to his sides, balling into fists as a flash of heat washed through him–embarrassment and inappropriate arousal quickly tamped down as anger took its place.

“Fuck you, Win.”  His voice was level though he fought to keep it that way, his hurt and anger swelling, like an uncontrollable wave.  “You left me, just like she did.”

Win’s eyes widened at his words and she flinched as if he’d been the one to slap her.

“That’s not fair,” she breathed, her voice wavering.

“But it’s the truth,” Billy spat, the wave threatening to pull him out to sea.  “You left me just when I needed you the most!”

Win shook her head, tears welling in her eyes.  “Don’t compare me to her!  She left because of someone else’s actions.  I left because of yours.”

She swallowed, lifting her chin, the unshed tears sparkling in her lashes.

“The one wasn’t your fault.  This was.”

Before Billy could come up with a response, Win turned away, climbing into Munson’s van as Beck asked her if she was alright.

Billy’s breath misted in the air as it left his parted lips.  It wasn’t until the van pulled away that Billy realized people were staring and he felt bile rise in his throat at the humiliation.

Win’s slap had been the final death knell for whatever hope he’d had left that she’d come back to him.

“The fuck are you looking at?” he barked, scattering the remainder of the watchers.

As he lit a cigarette with shaking fingers, he heard the partygoers inside counting down the last seconds to midnight, but he was already heading to his car.

Tomorrow he’d keep up appearances, tonight he just wanted to be alone.

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Hi! I've been musing over this for a day or two but I saw you mention you were in a Shakesperian play before and it got me thinking....you and Benedict in whatever Shakespeare play of your choosing I think it'd be so cool!

Also on the same note but an AU with Dr. Strange as a theatre professor and you bond with him over your love of literature and playwriting 🥰

I love this so, sooooooooooooo much and guess what, my brilliant friend...

It's an actual thing!

The One That Got Away

In my early years on tumblr, there used to be a lot of contests by Artists and Writers to promote their blogs. One such that I won was a custom written one-shot. And as what you've described above (me acting in a play by Shakespeare, opposite Benedict) has been a long desired dream, that's what the Author created for me. BC & I performing together in The Taming of the Shrew. Dust to Dust is a fic filled with angst & mutual but unfulfillable longing!😁Please check it out; it's a very quick, wonderful read.

But it gets even better...

I loved this story so much that my mind kept going, I need more...there has to be more to the story. And I began to write. Bits and pieces of Benedict & Virgilia (Vicki) interacting. Pining. Confessing forbidden feelings. A kickass prologue. Until I finally had to broach the topic with the Author--who had felt a pull to continue the story as well

So, she asked for samples of what I'd written, and once satisfied with how I envisioned the story playing out, she gave me her blessing. The One That Got Away is one of my dearest WIPs, and though it's been ages since I've updated, I know exactly how the rest of the story goes (including lots of angst, a forbidden tryst or two, lovers separated by an ocean wide, reconciliation and a happy ending). I even wrote an epilogue already, for a bestie of mine who initially struck up our friendship because she loved the story so much.

Gotta say, it makes me really happy to talk about it, so I must thank you heartily!🥰 I miss those inspired days of writing. So impassioned to get the words on the page that I even wrote one pivitol chapter in a law office where I had to give a deposition about an accident I witnessed at work!

I hope with all my heart that a few new Readers will check it out from seeing this post, and maybe even give it some love. I know many of us refer to something we've written as some of our best stuff--but this is no cliche; I really think it is.

Oh, and your second suggestion...Stephen as a Theatre Professor? Absolutely worth adding to my list of things I'd love to write if I ever get my mojo back for real.

a very excited PS:

I have two songs that encapsulate some of the feels for this fic. Girl Crush by Little Big Town, and Taylor's Wildest Dreams

PPS: a wonderful graphic artist made an amazing 'book cover' for the story; and the OC costume designer for Shrew is based on her

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Nébuleuse [O.Krennic X F!Oc-Tarkin Daughter] [PART 1]

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— One day someone will set your heart on fire, Orson. It will bleed you as you bleed all of us and I hope that person revels in it as much as you rejoice in our sorrows.

Lyra Erso

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🌔 INTRODUCTION

I wasn't there out of desire.

In truth, it was like that every time my father intervened in my life. As if he took a malicious pleasure in destroying the least of my plans, trying to keep me close like the ultimate card in his loaded game.

Or his prisoner.

Ever since I was able to walk, he has held me this way: by the arm, like an inmate being taken to prison. My prison is him, it's them, it's this whole family. And that's how I appeared that night, in this prestigious imperial palace, next to him and his powerful smell of cologne.

The bow that these officers pay him is indifferent to me. I know that father is a hero in their eyes, that he has been through things that he refuses to talk about but which constantly pushes him to adopt a protective attitude towards me. Sometimes I envy my two older sisters who seem to me much more free than me, then I remember that in their eyes, this almost violent attitude that he addresses to me testifies to the affection he has for me.

I decline the glass of alcohol offered to me, I can barely thank the waiter that my father is already leading me to the other end of the room, the black lace veils of my flying dress leaving behind me a cloud dark fog. I did not skimp on my outfit because it was an order: I am a Tarkin and therefore I am not allowed to leave things to chance.

However, I can't hide the pain that etches my features. My hair pulled back in a silver and pearl headband even highlights my dismay. I didn't want to be here and besides I have nothing to hold on to for some comfort.

Because it disappeared.

No matter how much I returned to my room, questioning my sister Alissandre, visibly exasperated by my terror, she remained nowhere to be found. Disappeared. Nothing can disappear from a drawer, from a bedside table, in one of the most secure houses in the empire. Her absence leaves my heart gaping literally and figuratively because this object was all I had left of her, her memory, the testimony of an ounce of humanity in our family.

But here I am, without it.

Lost.

A familiar face appears to me in the crowd. Cold, ruthless. My sister Eléanore stands by her boss and gives him a monotonous discussion, sometimes shaking her head in apprehension. She glances over at me and gives me a discreet wave to let me know she's seen me. This is the signal. The moment I choose to ask my father for permission to temporarily leave his control to join Ellie, to chat with my eldest who hasn't seen me for months.

—You look pretty, Vicky.

It's her way of greeting me. Affection is not part of our vocabulary and when we happen to feel a little of it, we order ourselves to contain ourselves.

—Did you denounced me?

Eleanor raises an eyebrow, her entire body completely oblivious to my accusation. My sister had, over the years, acquired the ability to conceal most of her emotions or to feign them excessively. It all depended on the situation she was in.

— You don't think I'd make it easy for Father, anyway?

My cheeks are hollow, compressing my anger that she does not deserve. I was wrong to accuse Ellie and I knew it. Although her position at the ISB allowed her to know what I was up to in my spare time, she could never have spilled the beans. Because if anyone in this empire had enough guts to thwart father's authority, it was her. Her Tarkin blood absolved her of all wrongdoing, but she didn't have enough of it to deserve any respect. An explosive cocktail that made her formidable. Although at first glance, she seems rather similar to the black lamb of the flock: starving, marked by countless tattoos that cover her arms and legs, but despite everything sublime with her steely gaze and her chestnut hair. Rid of my resentment, I realize how much her cheeks have sunk over the months, how her eyes are surrounded by dark circles.

Good God, what does the ISB do with her?

—Hard day ? She raises an eyebrow, amused by the fact that I speak to her as if we had seen each other the day before. Our last meeting dates back several months and despite this irregularity, Ellie is in my eyes the closest thing to a family. Sad irony when one knows that she is the illegitimate, the bastard and that one claims of me that I am the favorite of father. I love Ellie, even though we can't tell each other. She is the only one who understands how much I despise my mother, she is the only one who knows what lack of love means and does not judge my distress. So probably I forgive her for her destructive bent, the one that pushes her to put herself in danger in the service of the empire. Ransacking its health as it frequents the dregs of the galaxy, tasting every poison they infuse into their veins.

— It's relative.

I crack a smile. Part of me refuses to know what my sister is going through on a mission, undercover. A part of me does not accept that she lives it. However, I want to express my gratitude to her, the pleasure of finally seeing her again. But something, an evidence, my answer, captures my attention, literally cutting me off from the world around me.

It's there.

It is like no other and yet is on the bag of a stranger. The blue of the forget-me-nots pierces the darkness of the cocktail room, highlights the ivory of the leather on which it is placed. I can only see it, the silver that sculpted the delicate stems and leaves of the plant she represents.

My flower, mine and no one else.

—Vicky?"

I was no longer with her. I was there, my eyes glued to the flaming bag of the creature that had its back to me. She was sitting on a stool not far from the bar, a man putting his hand gently on her hips. This woman reeked of money and opulence from miles away in her dress set with crystals from the finest refineries in the galaxy. But nothing was as beautiful as what she wore on her bag.

I am impervious to my sister's concern. A dark anger rumbles inside me as my mind puts together the evidence that this brooch isn't on my chest. There is only one horrible, obvious solution.

Alisandre.

Shit.

—I have to leave you.

My throat bends with my rage and as I progress towards this woman I imagine various scenarios to end Alissandre once this case is settled. There is no other possibility for this object, my brooch, to end up there without my authorization. I weave through the crowd, keeping a reasonable distance from the couple and their peals of laughter. I notice that the man she is hanging from is dressed in a prestigious white uniform that vaguely reminds me of Colonel Yularen's – the cape added and the insignia totally different. I gravitate around them like a butterfly around a lamp, waiting to foment an approach strategy.

As I'm not the type to think very long, I take a seat next to this bitch who is too obsessed with the officer she's trying to seduce – and the alcohol that seems to have been flowing between them for some time now. – and decided to take action.

Damn it. It's not theft. It's mine, I think. And then, you have already done it, at worst his stupid guy will buy him another one. The coldness of the leather brushes against my thigh as she brushes her river of dark hair down her back, almost whipping my face vehemently. An eerie sensation ignites my shoulders, but I'm too enthralled by my fingers about to discreetly unclip the jewelry to notice. Meticulous, precise, and delicate, as I have always been, it only takes a few seconds – the blink of an eye even – for it to find itself in my hand, joining its rightful owner.

Well done Vicky! I think, containing my haste to clear off immediately.

I move away from this strange couple, noticing that I carry with me the spray of a powerful perfume mixing citrus fruits and noble wood. I grab a glass of water as I pass, hoping it will ease the bitterness burning in my throat. Alissandre can't have lied to me. Worse, she can't have stolen this brooch, her gift, to sell it to the first comer in order to meet the disproportionate needs of her bastard husband...

She can't...

I stop there in my rantings. A strong hand grabs my wrist, ending my ruminations and freezing me in place. I don't have time to flee that he has already immobilized me in this part of the room, which is nevertheless full, and despite the cacophony that surrounds us, I only hear the sound of his breathing. The feeling of deja vu materializes in the smell that surrounds me again, like a specter determined to haunt me.

Him.

He is there, towering above me. His white cape mingles with the veils of my dress that float in his direction, as if the world had ganged up on me. He corners me preventing me from fleeing and the coldness of the room slowly gives way to the warmth of his body. Surprised, I still try to contain his electric gaze in mine, taking advantage of the moment to contemplate the finesse of his lips and the smirk he draws there.

—It's not nice to steal something that doesn't belong to you. This is very serious.

I raise my eyebrows to hide the confusion of his warm voice sliding over me. Is that how he spoke to this woman in the hollow of her ear? Was he also giving her that kind of look that had nothing to envy to a consuming fire? Mockingly, he seems to want me to understand that the game ends here and that he won it hands down in all his arrogance.

He doesn't know who he is dealing with.

—Nothing serious. You will offer her many more and much more if I believe what I have seen.

I pause before blowing loudly. And anyway, it wasn't his. He giggles, his smile strikes me like lightning and if he wasn't containing me I could have thanked him for having served as a diversion during my maneuver.

— Oh yes ? But she was the one wearing it. What would your father do if he found out that you spent your evenings robbing the ladies of the empire?

I tick. Is my parentage in the Tarkin family so ingrained in my face? Maybe my father's possessiveness over me will kill me one day. It doesn't matter, it's not his presence or his rank that allows him to speak on behalf of my family.

—He would have you executed for slander. Now let me go or this conversation is going to end badly.

—Threats, baby Tarkin?" The gesture accompanies my thought. In a few seconds I empty the contents of my glass in the face of this man without the slightest warning. Causing the amazement of the world around us.

By what right does he dare to give me a nickname?

—No one is allowing you to call me that, or even touch me. You're lucky I didn't call the guards right away.

And instead of running away, i stood there, waiting for the slightest reaction from him, my heart pounding fearfully that his hand would hit my cheek. He was still holding the brooch and seemed to be wondering what to do with it to break me even more. I gazed at his face where a few drops of the water that I had just throw on his face were beading. His hair wavy delicately oscillating between grayness and darkness, accentuating the hypnotic blue of his eyes. Then with a gesture he detached the pin from the brooch and placed it on my chest, enclosing my heart in the depths of its yoke.

—What are you doing ?

A carnivorous smile twisted her thin, long lips. I had never been captured by a mouth and its movements so much and when he looked up at me again I felt like I was dying.

—I mark you. Baby Tarkin. From now on you and I are bound by secrecy.

I suppressed my urge to slap him. If he thinks to scare me by raising the specter of blackmail, he is kidding himself. The Tarkins fear nothing and no one.

Fuck him

Resigned to not making a scandal tonight, judging that I have already been noticed enough, I curse by addressing him a casual gesture before leaving. Something inside me is screaming at me to stay as far away as possible from this man and everything he's done to me in just a few seconds.

But nothing in my destiny seems to wish to be reconciled with my reason.

[Note: HEEEEY ! Hope you'll enjoy this first chapter <3 Thx for your comment, like and reblog.

For all the Krennic fangirls, I'm thinking of his perfume and... Bleu de Chanel seems to be the best for him. In this story, I was inspired by it.]