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thisgirlnamedblusy · 21 days ago

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Hi Blusy, hope you are doing well and enjoyed your vacation to Italy. You deserve it!

If it’s okay, I’d like to request something based on that meme “they were both bottoms” where the reader and Donna are trying to have their first time together but they’re both shy about it and secretly waiting for the other to take charge… g!p Donna if you’re comfortable with it. TY, you are so awesome!

Yessss!!!! Sorry about the delay and thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! Oh, and you're awesome, not me, without your requests, I would be no one :))))))

Lead the dance

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem!! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff, insecurities...

Word count: 7,974

Summary: You're just two shy fools...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours and, specially G!P requests, you know they're my favourites :D!!!I love you all!!!

Being alone in that mansion wasn't exactly something you enjoyed. The creaking of the wood and the almost artificial silence weighed on your shoulders, making you feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately for you, having worked for the Duke, the village's largest provider, gave you unique opportunities; opportunities to break the boredom and relax that somewhat sinister atmosphere.

“I'm on the highway to hell!” you sang, bobbing your head, making your hair dance as you bounced on the wood. “Yeah!”

Your enthusiasm ended when you turned around, finding yourself staring at the hall, where a silent black figure had appeared next to her doll. “Oh, um...” you said with an embarrassed smile, turning to turn off the player and leaving the broom in a corner. “Donna...”

The lady in black calmly placed the Angie doll on the floor while you tried to fix your hair, which had been messed up by the frantic dancing.

“You're back early. How was the meeting?” you asked timidly.

She looked at you before removing the black veil from her face, something that always made you shiver. Once her beauty was revealed, the woman threw herself at you, enveloping you in a deep and unexpected hug.

“Ugh, Donna,” you said amused, returning your girlfriend's hug, letting the warmth of her body penetrate yours. “My love... are you okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered, pulling away and cupping your face in her hands, her eye fixed on yours. “I'm okay because you're here, because you haven't left.”

“Oh,” you murmured, rolling your eyes, understanding the ventriloquist's reaction. “Honey, we've talked about this. I'm not going anywhere.”

“You know I'm afraid of losing you, tesoro... I suffer when I have to leave,” Donna said, brushing a strand of hair from your face, sighing sadly.

“Don't suffer anymore, I'm here,” you whispered in her ear, placing a soft kiss on her cheek, clinging to the back of her neck and basking in her affection.

A deeper kiss filled the old mansion with a discreet silence, broken only by the tireless contact of her lips against yours.

“Ew...” a squeaky voice protested. Of course, the Angie doll. “Hey, move away, you're making me nauseous!”

“Angie,” you said mockingly, without taking your eyes off your girlfriend. “You’re here.”

“Yes, I'm here, you clingy fools. I demand you to stop,” the puppet said, sounding amused but dangerous.

“Are you demanding?” you joked, moving away from Donna, who seemed mesmerized by your gaze, by your soft caresses. “You're jealous, aren’t you?”

“Jealous?! Me?!” Angie protested, pointing at herself. “Jealous of what?”

“I don't know,” you murmured, hanging onto the lady again, your bodies swaying as a giggle escaped the brunette's lips. “Maybe because I have your Donna so close...” you crooned, making the doll cross her arms.

“Bah,” the puppet snorted, shaking her head and walking past you, grumbling. “Jealous, the fabulous Angie jealous… why did that silly Donna have to fall for that stupid…?”

“You shouldn’t make her mad,” Donna whispered, kissing you slowly before pulling away, shaking her head.

You shrugged in amusement, escorting the lady into the living room.

“Well, but you’ll protect me from that evil doll, won’t you?” you joked, playfully tugging at her wrist.

“Certo,” Donna replied, allowing herself to be led. “I’ll always protect you, (Y/N).”

“You’re such a romantic woman,” you sighed, slowly caressing her deformed cheek, something the lady took a while to get used to, but secretly adored. “Is everything okay with your siblings?”

“Mm,” she murmured in response, placing her hand on yours, kissing the back of it softly. “I-I guess so...”

“Did something happen?” you asked, somewhat concerned by that answer.

The lady in black looked away, subtly shaking her head as she sat next to you on the couch.

“Honey, you don't have to tell me,” you whispered, rubbing her back as her face grew cold.

“Alcina and Karl have been making fun of me,” Donna murmured, ducking her head, her hands beginning to tremble, even as you took them affectionately.

“My love,” you sighed, moving a little closer, squeezing her hands. “Why?”

“They don't...” she began, her accent thick with emotion betraying her nervousness. “They don't believe you're with me, they... they think I've manipulated you and...”

“That's not true, Donna,” you said softly, soothing her wounded mind. “Don't pay attention to them.”

“If only...” she said, glancing at you. “(Y/N), come with me to the next meeting. That way, I'll show them you're mine, that you love me.”

“Um, um…” you murmured, pressing your lips together and slowly letting her hands go, uncomfortable with the proposal. “Donna, I respect your siblings and Mother Miranda, but… I don't know if I'm ready for that.”

“Perché?” Donna asked, a little startled. “Y-You're ashamed of me… is that it, vero?” she said in a cold, accusatory tone.

“What? No,” you said immediately, trying to erase the thought from her mind, something that was becoming increasingly difficult.

“Then… then…” the lady said, increasingly nervous, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I'm not a liar!”

“Shhh,” you whispered, keeping her erratically flailing arms still. “Donna, calm down…”

“You don’t love me, do you?” she accused you, on the verge of tears, kicking the floor and hitting the sofa with her hands. “Porca puttana! Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo!”

“Damn…” you wailed, holding your girlfriend as best you could so she wouldn’t hurt herself; that was your priority. “Donna, stop… Hey, honey, look at me… Angie!” you shouted, asking for help from the doll, which appeared on the scene with a slow, threatening gait.

“Oh, so you want my help now? Screw you, you Donna-thief!” she mocked, leaving the room with a sinister laugh.

“Damn, ugly doll,” you hissed, trying unsuccessfully to calm your girlfriend. “Donna, listen to me… Is that what you want? Do you want me to accompany you to a meeting?”

“Mi hai spezzato il cuore!” the lady shrieked again, pulling away from your grasp, muttering meaningless phrases.

“My love, I don't understand...” you said desperately, controlling her arms, which were now going straight for her black hair. “Shhh, Donna... I'm here with you, do you see me? I'm here...” you whispered in a calm voice. “It's over, it's over, my love...”

Donna looked at you briefly, unable to stop trembling as you lovingly cupped her cheeks.

“(Y/N)... io...” she murmured, blinking erratically, calming her breathing. “Io...”

“It's over, it's all over, darling,” you murmured in a reassuring tone, watching the madness slowly fade from her shining eye. “You're right; I'll accompany you to the next meeting, okay?”

“Would you do that for me?” she asked in a sad tone, embarrassed by her inevitable breakdown.

“I'd do anything for you,” you whispered, briefly placing your lips on hers, smiling tenderly.

A warm hug ended the unpleasant situation, along with caresses on her back, whispers of unconditional love, something you didn't have to fake; something you truly felt, even though, deep down, poor Donna's madness didn't quite believe it.

“Um, you were lucky, silly,” Angie commented, leaning closer to check on her owner.

“Get lost,” you whispered over the brunette's shoulder, causing the doll to threaten you with her pose, but eventually retreat.

“S-Sorry,” Donna apologized, nervously playing with her hands. “I just got really nervous.”

“Don’t apologize,” you said, placing a hand on her cheek. “Anyway, just relax. I’ll make you some tea.”

“N-No,” she murmured, frowning. “I-I’m fine.”

“Mm, okay,” you sighed, still caressing her.

“By the way…Che stavi facedo?” she asked, her face completely different, completely removed from the madness. You looked at her and squinted, trying to understand the question. She noticed and laughed in amusement. “What were you doing?”

“Oh,” you nodded, smiling at your lack of understanding, something you were willing to put an end to eventually. “I was just cleaning up.”

“You didn't seem to be cleaning up,” she said with an amused smile. “That... That awful music that was playing...”

“Awful music?” you asked, feigning terrible offense. “It's AC/DC.”

“AC...?” Donna murmured, confused. “What?”

“AC/DC? One of the most important rock bands in history?” you said, amused by her lack of knowledge of modern life, something that didn't surprise you. In fact, you found it quite adorable.

“I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about,” she said softly, shaking her head. “I don't remember having that kind of... Music?”

“Please,” you sighed, rolling your eyes, your tone mocking. “I'm not going to talk about musical culture with you, Donna, but you're right; that music is mine. I stole a few records from the Duke.”

“You stole from the Duke?” Donna asked, surprised.

“Actually, I didn't steal from him; that fat man refused to pay what he owed me, so…” you explained, looking at your nails, earning an affectionate nudge from your girlfriend.

“I didn't think I'd fall for a thief,” the lady joked, a slight blush spreading across her cheeks.

“Well, I didn't think I'd fall for a Lord either,” you replied, reaching out to cup her chin and steal a quick kiss. “But don't worry; I'll keep that infernal music away from you.”

“Grazie,” she sighed, winking. “You were moving very strangely… what were you doing with the broom?”

“Donna, I was dancing,” you said, pretending to be offended again, crossing your arms. “Damn... I was hoping you'd ignored my awful performance...”

“P-Performance?” she asked curiously, which made a tender laugh escape your lips. “You say you were dancing? That doesn't seem like dancing to me, tesoro.”

“Oh...” you murmured, frowning. “So what is dancing to you, my love?” you asked, approaching her defiantly.

“Dancing is something elegant, not pretending to have a heart attack,” she explained, her tone serious, which made you laugh again at her almost impossible innocence.

“Mm,” you murmured with a dangerous look. “So... you know how to dance in that... elegant way?”

“Well, yes,” Donna said, nodding confidently.

“Oh... and you think... you could teach me?” you suggested, biting your lip. “I'd really like to dance with you.”

“Mm,” she said, standing up from the couch and extending her hand toward you. “Vieni”

“Okay,” you said, letting yourself go, your words slurring in a mischievous way. “But there's no music.”

“Your gaze is the only melody I need,” she whispered in your ear, making your whole body shudder, a shiver run down your spine, and your legs wobble. “Here...”

The lady in black grabbed your waist, pulling you a little closer as she placed your hand on her shoulder.

“Why are you holding my waist and I'm holding your shoulder?” you asked, amused, as she positioned you correctly, guiding you in a delicate and gentlemanly manner.

“Because it's easier to lead you this way, tesoro,” she explained, joining your hand with hers, in a perfect position for a calm, old-fashioned dance...

“So you're leading me, huh? Why is that?” you joked, smiling eagerly as Donna smiled, shaking her head.

“Because you don’t know how to dance,” the lady said; her voice serious, almost professional. “Place your feet correctly... Va bene...” she murmured, moving your body to her will; a body that was beginning to melt at the touch.

“What now?” you asked, almost sighing, leaning closer to her lips, enjoying the moment, one of the most romantic moments of your life.

“Now let me lead you, let yourself go,” Donna whispered, beginning to move slowly, giving you time to adapt to her steps, without losing eye contact.

“Yes, I know, you guide me,” you said, embarrassed by your clumsiness, but beginning to understand the steps, to follow them almost automatically. “Mm, I could get used to this...”

The lady's heels clicked on the wooden floor as her body masterfully guided yours. You really hadn't expected someone like her to know those dance steps so well.

“That's it...” the lady whispered, slowly turning you around, pulling you closer to her as the room spun around you.

Despite your clumsy steps, you felt a certain pleasure in the movements, in the way the lady in black moved you while your dresses danced in the air, to the rhythm of a nonexistent music.

“And back again...” your girlfriend murmured, turning you around again, picking you up, keeping you so close to her...

“I'm not doing badly, am I?” you asked, mesmerized by her loving gaze, by the warm touch of her hand on your waist, by that romantic closeness straight out of another era.

“No,” she laughed, stealing a kiss from you before continuing the dance, one you hoped would never end.

Laughter, stumbling, sighs... It was certainly an afternoon to remember, a romantic dance that would remain forever in your memory.

Finally, Donna leaned your back to the floor, holding you, like a silent promise that she would always take care of you, that she would never let you fall. Your gaze was lost in hers as her arms grasped you, anticipating a heated kiss, one that nearly knocked your balance.

With a gentle tug, she lifted you back up, stopping the dance, focusing on your gaze.

“It's been a pleasure, my lady,” you whispered in a honeyed voice, eager for something you didn't recognize at first, but which intensified as your body moved closer to hers, as your eager lips began to kiss her deeply.

Donna's shy laugh made your skin vibrate as her hand tangled in your hair. The lady's grip on your waist tightened, forcing you to stay pressed against her body as you lost your breath in those frantic kisses.

Your bodies moved without rhythm, walking toward one of the walls of the room in a wet, different dance. Donna's hand moved down to your leg, running it around her waist, leaning against the wall as your tongues engaged in a tireless, hungry battle...

“Oh,” you said, pulling away with a shy giggle when you noticed a bulge pressing against your body, one that slightly deformed her dress. “Um... Donna...” you murmured, moving away, embarrassed by what you were feeling.

“What's wrong?” Donna asked, confused, following your gaze to the area between her legs. “Cavolo!” she exclaimed nervously when she noticed her involuntary erection, clumsily covering it with her hands.

“It seems you enjoyed dancing with me,” you joked, but didn't come closer again, causing her face to crumple in embarrassment.

“(Y/N), I... I-I'm sorry, I...” she apologized, slowly walking away, her whole body trembling. “Uh, it was accidental, I...”

"Calm down,” you said, somewhat nervous about the contact, about that unexpected reaction.

“I didn't mean to... I... cazzo,” the lady lamented, noticing that the arousal had softened, clasping her hands together to emphasize her apology. “Non sai davvero quanto mi dispiace..."

“It's fine,” you said, shaking your head, but unable to hide your nervousness, sweat beginning to run down your back. “I-I guess it's natural.”

“Yes, I...” she said, unable to meet your gaze. “I-I can't control my body reacting this way. I promise I'm not trying to pressure you or... or anything like that.”

“Pressure me?” you asked, raising your eyebrows and taking a step closer, feeling something inside you that compelled you to want to feel it again. “I don't think you chose your words well, Donna.”

“I-It's not my fault, (Y/N), you were so close and... Y-you'd better forget it, okay?” the lady stammered, fleeing from your subtle advances. “It’s a bit late... I-I should make dinner,” she said afterward, fleeing for good.

“Wait,” you interrupted, unable to find the words for what you wanted to say, not really knowing what you meant. “I'll come with you.”

“No!” she squealed, making you step back and blink in confusion. “No, erm... I-I want to be alone.”

“W-Well... okay, okay,” you murmured, exhausted, smiling at your girlfriend while she, still embarrassed, returned the gesture in a falsely friendly way.

A wicked chuckle reached your ears as you tried to process what had happened.

“What in the world are you laughing at?”

“You,” Angie affirmed. “Look what you've done to my Donna, you've stolen the blood from her head.”

“What?” you asked, your eyes wide open, slumping into one of the dining room chairs. “I didn't do anything.”

“Exactly, stupid girl! You didn't do anything...” the doll hissed, pointing her finger at you nastily. “You frigid, stupid girl!” she rebuked, making you growl in rage.

“What did you call me?” you whispered menacingly, standing up to tower over the doll, which maintained her sinister laughter. “Angie...”

“You've humiliated my Donna,” the puppet declared, causing you to shake your head in disbelief.

“Angie, I'm just a little bit away from telling Donna to deactivate you,” you hissed, not wanting to play into her dirty game.

“Ha! You're not capable!” she accused, chasing you around the dining room.

“Try me,” you whispered with a wicked grin, unable to find the calm to analyze what had happened, what you knew had to happen.

“Oh, so now it's my fault you don't want to make babies with my Donna?” Angie mocked, to which you stopped in your tracks.

“I don't...” you said, thinking of defending yourself, but ignoring her challenge. “You know what? It's none of your business.”

“None of your business, none of your business!” Angie squealed, dancing around to make you even more nervous.

Knowing that, unfortunately, you couldn't do anything against Angie, you settled for the images of yourself strangling her in your mind and sat down on the couch, sighing.

Your head was thinking about many things at once, all related to that incident. You wanted to ignore it, not think about it, avoid that need you both had felt for a long time.

It didn't matter what you did; you tried to read a magazine, a book... but nothing could get those thoughts out of your head, as if they had trapped you irrevocably.

Before meeting Donna, you were practically nobody; a simple villager, assistant of Duke searching for a better future, a future that didn't involve wearing the uniform of the castle maids.

Your outgoing and confident attitude helped you in your work, leading you to serve the Four Lords on behalf of your boss. Things were going well despite your loneliness, despite the rejection in the village caused by your association with their protectors, by your being, in some way, too close to them, to Mother Miranda.

Resigned to living alone, with a bright future but no one to share it with, you refused to seek love; you renounced the pleas of your heart. Of course, that renunciation was only a shield you imposed on yourself, and it disappeared the day Donna Beneviento, fourth Lord and dollmaker, asked you to have tea with her.

She was a strange woman, veiled in black, mysterious. Naturally, you were close to the village rumors, and honestly, at first, you were frightened to be that close to her.

That absurd fear disappeared when you began to get to know her, when the real Donna Beneviento revealed herself to you.

Her mind was sick, consumed by a madness she was born with, and which she couldn't control, but, despite that, you discovered an intelligent, elegant woman, far from those stupid rumors. The first kiss was the best of your life, it was the same day you saw her face, that you realized she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman you had ever met.

It didn't take long for her to beg you to stay, to never leave her side again, and you couldn't do anything else; you agreed without thinking. Those were wonderful months, months in which you truly got to know each other, in which you shared kisses, caresses, secrets...

You had everything you could wish for, despite the somewhat possessive and jealous attitude of the lady in black, which forced you to quit your job. Well, you didn't need it anymore after all.

You hadn't even thought about it, hadn't even realized that something was missing, that there was one thing you hadn't shared: your bodies.

Of course you knew about the changes Mother Miranda's gift had made in Donna's body; you never gave them any thought.

You loved her, you loved her with her changed body, with her madness; you loved everything about her. That wasn't the problem. The problem was... your lack of experience; your lack of knowledge when it came to merging with another person's body.

You couldn't tell if it was embarrassment, shyness, or fear of making a fool of yourself, but the topic of undressing and becoming one hadn't come up in all that time.

Donna was a terribly romantic, respectful woman, who never made the slightest mention of making love to you, of taking you, of making you hers. You believed it was about respect, affection, and understanding, but sometimes you thought there was something more.

That afternoon something changed, although it wasn't the first time her body had played tricks on her. Something inside you struggled to be heard, a scorching heat dying to escape your skin, your lips. Desire slowly grew within you, and you could no longer ignore it, but the doubts were too many and your insecurities always got the better of you.

Donna would never say anything, and you knew it, but... How could you get rid of that hunger, that physical need for love? Of course, if you wanted that heat to disappear, you had to be the one to act, even though you didn't know how.

“Mm, it's delicious,” you sighed with a smile, savoring the dinner the elusive Donna prepared for you, elegantly serving you a glass of wine.

“Grazie, (Y/N),” she replied. “I love cooking for you.”

You both raised your glasses, but the thoughts in your head erased that tender smile from your face.

“Um... Donna,” you said, clearing your throat and placing the wine on the table. “I-I'd like to talk to you.”

“Parlare? Yes, um... what's wrong?” she asked nervously at your words, starting to tremble.

“Oh, it's nothing, I was just wondering,” you whispered in such a low tone that the lady in black had to lean in a little to hear you. “Why were you in such a hurry earlier?”

The lady opened her mouth to say something, but closed it instantly, with a shamelessly fake smile.

“It was getting late, (Y/N),” she said in a tone that betrayed a huge lie.

Your nerves were making your legs tremble loudly under the table, your mind was a mess, and your words weren't able to calm down, to sound rational.

“Did... did you touch yourself?”

“Cosa?” Donna asked, choking on her wine, visibly uncomfortable with your stupid question, one you hadn't planned, but that just kept coming out of your lips. “What's the point of that question? Of course I didn’t,” she finally said, annoyed.

“I wasn't blaming you, I was just curious,” you apologized, putting your hands in front of you as a useless defense. “It's fine if you...”

“I don't touch myself, (Y/N),” the lady protested, frowning, gripping her fork tightly in her hand. “It would be disrespectful.”

“Oh, you think so?” you commented, wanting to throw yourself out the window or go back in time so you wouldn't ask that stupid question. “W-Well... but, but you've done it before, haven't you?”

“What?”

“Ugh, you know,” you hissed, red as blood, waving your hand to mimic the gesture.

“Cavolo, (Y/N), what's that about?” Donna said, shaking her head and downing her drink in one gulp. “Oh, wow, I'd better go get some more wine and…”

“Sit down, Donna,” you demanded confidently, pointing at her chair and making your confused girlfriend obey in a comically submissive manner. “Honey, we've never talked about this…”

“There's no need to,” she said, her voice hoarse, nerves flushing her cheeks.

“Why don't you want to talk about it?” you asked, feeling a strange confidence creep into your words.

“Why do you want to talk about it?” she asked back, scratching the back of her neck and avoiding your inquisitive eyes.

“I'm just, I'm just curious… come on…” you sighed, not really sure you wanted to continue that conversation.

“Va bene,” she said, nodding with a gasp. “Do you want to know if I've ever masturbated? Yes, of course I have, but that was before living with you, (Y/N).”

“Okay,” you whispered, with a fake smile, feeling the images begin to haunt your mind. “See? It's okay, I've done it too, you know? It's natural.”

“Oh,” the lady sighed, nodding, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. “Yes... ma... but don't think I'm some kind of pervert.”

“I don't think so,” you said with a genuine smile, shaking your head.

“My body... I... have needs and... well, I was alone and...” your girlfriend murmured, not knowing where to hide, blushing almost as much as you.

“And I'm not capable of satisfying them,” you whispered to yourself, with a sad sigh, realizing your mistake.

“Cosa? No, no, no, (Y/N),” Donna said, standing up from the chair and grabbing your hands tightly, crouching down in front of you. “Don't say that, amore mio...”

“I've tried to ignore it for a long time, Donna,” you confessed, daring to look her in the eye.

“Ignore?” she asked in a low, cautious tone. “I-I don't understand.”

"We've been together for months, living in the same house, sleeping in the same bed, and I... shit, I haven't made the slightest attempt to...” you continued, letting her hands go. “You know.”

“You're shaking,” the lady whispered, caressing your cheek. “I-I'm getting a little nervous... could you be clear?”

“Donna, do you... do you want to make love to me?” you asked, closing your eyes to avoid her shining eye, to avoid seeing her reaction.

“Oh, um...” she murmured, standing up again and biting her lip, completely lost. “I... Well, I...”

“Would you like to?” you insisted, standing up from the chair and cupping the brunette's face, which seemed distraught.

“Yes, of course I would like to, (Y/N),” she whispered embarrassed, ducking her head in a childish gesture.

“Donna, why didn't you tell me before?” you asked, lowering your hands to hers.

“I-I guess I was waiting for you to say something,” the lady in black sighed, playing with her fingers, interlacing them with yours. “I'm not an experienced woman and... well, I was afraid my body would scare you and...”

“You know that's not true. You're a terribly beautiful woman. I love everything about you,” you said with a smile, lifting her chin. “I... I feel the same way. I felt like I wouldn't be able to mention it, but... when we've been dancing, I... I've felt things, and... I think, I think we could try.”

“Are you sure?” Donna asked, her tone lighter, responding almost immediately to your suggestion. “I-If my body scared you, I...”

“No, Donna, your body doesn't scare me. I'm scared of not being enough for you,” you acknowledged, shaking her hands with yours as she nodded understandingly.

“I... I feel the same, (Y/N),” she murmured embarrassedly, looking away.

Your hand guided her face to yours, causing your lips to slowly caress hers, a warm, tender kiss giving you the courage you needed.

“I think we should put an end to that feeling, Donna,” you whispered, resting your forehead against hers. “I want to do it, now.”

“Ma…”

“I don't want any buts, my love,” you interrupted, playing with a black lock of her hair, getting a nod in response. “Let's go downstairs. Oh, and deactivate Angie. I wouldn't want anything to interrupt us.”

Donna complied with your request, placing the doll limply on a sofa and taking your hand as you led her to the elevator.

The walk to the bedroom was silent, somehow tense, and you thought you heard the fluttering sound of your heart in the darkness. Yes, you were terribly nervous, but you also wanted to put an end to that shyness, that desire you didn't really know how long it had been inside you, how long you'd been ignoring.

You both entered the bedroom, giving each other a similar look, a look that told you Donna was just as nervous as you were, or maybe more. The lady closed the door, slowly approaching you, who rubbed your already sweaty hands together.

“Well...” you sighed, unable to bear the overwhelming silence, glancing sideways at the bed. “W-We're here”

“Yes,” your girlfriend sighed, approaching the bed without raising her gaze, seeking refuge in a place that didn't exist. “Um... m-maybe we should... lie down?”

“Is that what you want?” you asked nervously, taking a step forward.

“I-I guess so,” she murmured, running a hand over her forehead, sitting up in bed, stroking the sheets. “I don't know.”

You laughed, shaking your head, and sat down next to her, holding her hand so she wouldn't tear the fabric off in her nervousness.

“Are you okay?” you asked cautiously, causing the lady to glance at you.

“I think so,” she replied, playing with your fingers, unsure of what to do, just like you.

“Honestly... I've never done this before. I'm nervous,” you confessed, letting your worries come out, even though you weren't sure it was a good idea.

“Never?” Donna asked, frowning suspiciously.

You shook your head, kissing the palm of her hand and letting it fall back onto the mattress.

“I find that hard to believe,” the lady commented, smiling shyly. “You're beautiful...”

“Mm,” you murmured, arching your eyebrows and placing your lips on hers for a moment before pulling away. “What about you? Have you...?”

“Um, well...” she whispered; her voice hoarse, moving slightly away from you. “O-Once.”

“Really?” you asked, blinking in surprise. You really hadn't expected that answer at all.

“What?” she asked suddenly, frowning. “You don't believe me? Do you think I'm lying?”

“Oh, it's not that, it's just... I, I was surprised, I thought...” you apologized, controlling your surprise.

“Well, you're wrong, although... I really... didn't mean to do it,” Donna explained, still looking annoyed. “Years ago, Alcina threw one of her maids to me, and I had to do it to get her to leave me alone. It didn't mean anything.”

“Okay, okay,” you said, stopping her words with a gesture of your hands, squeezing your eyes shut. “I don't want to know.”

“So, why do you ask?” she snapped, crossing her arms.

“Because I'm nervous… I don't know what to do,” you admitted, mirroring her gesture, letting the silence become terribly awkward.

“You talk like I should do,” she hissed, with a fleeting but sinister look.

“Okay, time out, Donna,” you said, shaking your head and moving closer to her again, taking her hands and a deep breath. “This is getting out of hand. The last thing I want to do is argue with you. I really want you to take me, my love.”

“Anch'io,” she whispered, gently caressing your face, relaxing her expression.

“O-Okay...” you sighed, nodding. “Okay, then... I think, I think we should... I think we're wearing too many clothes. Is it okay if we get naked?” you offered, trying not to let the trembling in your body transmit to your words.

“Va bene,” the lady replied, stepping back and standing up as you did the same.

Without another word, your hands went to the clasps of your dress, playing before you began to untie them, closing your eyes, minimizing the embarrassment you felt. Donna did the same with the top of her dress, exposing before you the beauty of her pale skin, the almost divine shape of her breasts, carefully protected by an elegant lace bra.

“You're beautiful, Donna,” you said involuntarily, feeling the chill your dress left on your body as it slid down to your ankles.

She laughed shyly, but didn't respond to your compliments. Instead, her hands lowered her black skirt without looking you in the eyes, betraying her own shyness.

“Bellissima,” Donna said when her eyes met your semi-naked body, making the blush on your cheeks give your skin the warmth that the lack of clothing had robbed you of.

“Mm,” you murmured, playing with your bare ankle on the floor and approaching the bed again, reaching out to pull her towards you, lying down.

Once on the mattress, the silence and uncertainty returned, as did that fruitless pursuit of averted glances.

“Oh, um... I didn't ask you,” you said, wanting, in any way, to break that absurd silence, that invisible barrier that shyness had placed between you. “Y-You have... protection?”

“Cosa? What do you mean?” the lady asked, sitting down to imitate your posture.

“Well, I mean, do you have a...” you explained, playing with the sheets, but stopping immediately, fearing that the topic would spark another absurd argument. “Nevermind”

“Mm,” the brunette nodded, lowering her shoulders, expectant of something that never seemed to arrive. “I think... I think... we should kiss,” she mentioned seconds later, catching your attention. “Does that sound okay?”

“Yeah, good idea,” you said, leaning a little closer to her and closing your eyes, enjoying that shy touch of your lips.

Try as you might to remember, you were unable to feel anything familiar in those shaky, clumsy kisses. Not even your first kiss was so simple, so empty. Your hands hugged your bodies, pulling you closer together, but the warm feeling in your stomach was nothing like the one you'd felt that afternoon.

The kisses trembled, vibrating with the obvious embarrassment you both shared, making you sigh in frustration. It would only be a moment of hesitation, until those wet caresses intensified, until the excessive shyness you felt began to disappear.

But that didn't happen. Neither of you moved your hands from their places, neither of you made an attempt to deepen the kiss, to take it a step further. You certainly looked like two teenagers experimenting, anything but two women who loved each other, ready to have their first time together.

“Okay, stop,” you said, shaking your head and pulling away from the kiss. “I think this isn't going well.”

“What did I do wrong?” the brunette asked, frowning at you. “W-We were kissing, weren't we?”

“Yeah, but... I don't know, Donna, shouldn't we do more than just kiss?” you asked, annoyed, angry with yourself, with your cowardice. “You know, t-touch each other or something”

“W-Well,” she mumbled, looking away. “Y-You can touch me if you want.”

“Why don't you touch me?” you asked suddenly, frightened by that suggestion, one you didn't know if you could do as she deserved. “Come on, Donna, I need you to take the lead.”

“Me? You want me to take the lead?” she asked, pointing at herself, as if you'd offended her. “(Y/N), I can't...”

“Of course you can, you're more experienced,” you rebuked, your tone too acidic, too dangerous.

“I've already told you that's not true. I didn't do anything, I didn't even touch that maid,” the Lord defended herself with a childish gesture, crossing her arms again. “She... she did it all.”

“What did she do?” you asked curiously, trying to follow in the footsteps of that odious maid, to lose the irrational fear you had.

“I thought you didn't want to talk about it,” Donna said, her tone haughty, her expression cold as ice.

“I don't want to, but... shit,” you sighed, rolling your eyes, staring at the rickety bedroom ceiling. “Let's stop this nonsense, let's see... Hey, are you... Are you hard yet?”

“Of course I’m not,” she protested, looking down in a disconcerting way. “How do you expect me to get hard if you're always interrupting?”

“Oh, interrupting? What exactly am I interrupting? A few teenage kisses?” you mocked, starting to think you'd already failed, that it wouldn't be your first time.

“Cazzo,” Donna muttered, shaking her head and turning her back on you, terribly frustrated. “This isn't going anywhere.”

“You're right,” you sighed, relaxed but saddened by your failure, so sad that all you could do was... laugh.

Laughter overcame you as you tried to hide it, covering your mouth with your hand, amused by this absurd situation.

“What's so funny?” Donna asked, annoyed by your unjustified fit of laughter.

“Donna...” you said, amused, walking on your knees across the mattress and placing a hand on her shoulders, slowly turning her towards you. “We're two fools”

“Mm?”

“Look at us, incapable of taking the initiative, it's almost sweet,” you said, relaxed. “And I thought I was the only one terrified of failure...”

“Don't laugh at me,” your girlfriend hissed, her gaze dangerous. “What about you? A famous merchant who can charm anyone and when it comes to making love, she shrinks like a little girl.”

“Oh, that's a low blow,” you replied, staring into hers. “And you? A Lord, who has the entire village under her control and can't even touch her girlfriend's breasts...”

She didn't respond; she simply gritted her teeth, still looking at you, analyzing you with her gaze. After a tense moment, her face relaxed, as did yours, and the corners of her mouth slowly lifted, her body began to tremble.

A soft laugh escaped her lips, one that mutated into a laugh that you followed mockingly, filling the bedroom with nervous but completely innocent laughter.

You gave her a small punch on the shoulder, which she returned with amusement, thus beginning a fight between two lovers, a war of laughter, caresses and tickles that was very different from your initial intentions.

“I love you,” you whispered, leaning into her chest, relaxed after that funny, romantic moment.

“I love you, (Y/N),” she replied, running a hand over your face, pulling your body closer to hers. “I'm sorry. I don't think you've had luck with me.”

“Are you kidding?” you said, sitting up, kissing her quickly to clear her mind of any crisis. “I'm the luckiest girl in the world, Donna.”

“Mm,” she murmured uncertainly, beginning to play with your hands.

“It's funny... This afternoon, while we were dancing...” you commented, realizing something that could save the night. “…you guided me perfectly; you knew how to lead me... Maybe... maybe you can do it now.”

“I wish I could,” Donna whispered, gently kissing your cheek as she sat down on the bed.

“Come,” you said without thinking, reaching for her hand to gently guide it to your breast, so that her skin gently caressed the fabric of your bra, making her swallow nervously. “Do you like it?”

“Yes...” Donna sighed, letting her hand wander freely over your body, her fingers tracing the skin of your chest, your stomach. “N-Now you”

Then her hand grabbed yours, bringing it to the same spot, letting your fingers slowly brush the softness of her pale skin, without losing eye contact. A mischievous smile discreetly formed on her face when your bold hand slipped under the black fabric of her breasts.

“Mm, I think it would be better if we took this off,” you commented, your eyes shining differently; goosebumps rising from her erratic caresses.

“Yes,” she said, pulling away, her hands moving behind her back, hands that you immediately stopped.

“Wait, my love,” you whispered in her ear, removing her fingers from the clasp, moving it until, with a sound, the garment loosened from her back, falling onto the mattress, revealing her beauty to you.

Your hands, mesmerized by the softness of her breasts, by the effect your fingers had on her nipples, ran over her figure as if she were something divine, something untouchable that was now within reach of a simple villager like you.

“Can I...? I want to see you too,” the brunette asked, moving your wrists away and running hers down your back, undoing your bra, without taking her gaze off you.

“What are you waiting for?” you mocked, amused by Donna's reaction to seeing your bare chest. “Touch me, Donna.”

She nodded, bringing her hands to your breasts, squeezing them gently, digging her hands into your bare flesh; curiously pinching everything within her reach.

Your clumsy exploration was interrupted when you pulled away, glancing at each other briefly before melting into a deep kiss, a kiss that dispelled all doubts, with caresses that swept the fear and shame from your skin.

As you felt your back lower toward the mattress, you couldn't help but smile, feeling yourself in your lover's arms, letting yourself be carried away by them just as you had that same afternoon, trusting her, letting your mind clear and enjoy all these new sensations.

“Donna...” you whispered, interrupting the heated kisses, the involuntary movements your hips made as they rubbed against each other. “Dance with me”

She looked at you, smiling for a moment before crashing her lips onto yours again, in a much more frenetic, more uninhibited kiss. You gasped as you noticed the way her lips caressed your neck, her mouth taking the initiative you both needed, making you want her more and more.

“Gods...” you sighed as you felt the damp heat of her kisses on your skin, her lips capturing your nipples, gently pulling them.

Her lack of experience was almost imperceptible; lust had taken over your lover, as well as your body, which moved tirelessly, craving more contact, craving so much more.

“There's nothing I want right now but to see the beauty of your naked body (Y/N),”Donna whispered with that honeyed accent that drove you wild, making you writhe with a high-pitched moan.

“O-Okay,” you said, fear returning to your body, insecurity creeping back into your mind due to the lack of her passionate kisses. “But... you go first.”

“Is that what you want, dolcezza?” she asked hesitantly, knowing her arousal was quite evident, even enclosed in the underwear. “Will everything be okay?”

“Better than okay,” you whispered, daring to tug at her lower lip, giving her room to grant you the glorious sight of her body.

Donna obeyed, though her hands were trembling, causing your mouth to drop open as you took in all her beauty: her curves, her divine body, her erection framed perfectly between her legs… It was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen, the most literal and pure expression of beauty.

“Your turn,” the lady said with a smile, probably noticing your hands wandering curiously down her body.

You nodded, annoyed by your frustrated exploration, pulling away and reaching down to your underwear. Unfortunately, your clumsiness made it difficult, and you wanted to curse the Gods for making you that way.

Your girlfriend giggled with amusement, crawling toward you, gripping the edges of the unruly fabric with her fingers, slowly pulling it down your ankles.

“Che bella sei...” she sighed, placing her hand on your stomach, exploring it the same way you did, exploring every inch of your skin; at first with her fingers, with the softness of her hands, then with her bold lips, with her mouth that seemed never to tire of kissing your body.

There was a tangle of caresses and erratic kisses in that bed. Your fingers handled everything they could, discovering the touch of her skin, every corner of her body. Her hands did the same, running down your legs, dragging her nails over your skin.

You intuitively wrapped your arms around her erection, noticing how it grew even more with your touch, moaning as her lips briefly touched your wetness. You began to stimulate it little by little.

“I-I think... I think...” you murmured, stopping your touch, gently pushing away her playful tongue from your clit. “I don’t think I want to play anymore… I want you, my love.”

Donna nodded nervously, placing her lips on yours, moving closer, sinking down onto your body as her hands slowly parted your legs.

The subtle caress of her penis at your entrance sent shivers down your spine, a reflex movement that forced you to move away slightly, making Donna look at you, worried.

“Oh, don't pay attention to me,” you said, amused. “Come here... make me yours.”

A deep kiss hid the burning sensation of her erection slowly entering you, causing your body to stretch, eliciting a moan of pain from you.

“Bellissima... am I hurting you?” the lady asked, stopping her movements, trying to see in your eyes the suffering she thought she was causing. “I can stop if you want.”

“No, no, Donna,” you said, closing your eyes, getting used to the feeling of having lost your innocence, to your walls beginning to embrace her more gently. “You're not exactly tiny, are you?”

“Wow, I'm sorry,” Donna said, unable to stop her hips from moving slowly, her shaft from forcing its way inside you as the lady stifled a deep moan. “Così... buono...”

Noticing the pain disappear, new sensations began to course through you, a mysteriously burning shiver moving your body to keep pace with her gentle movements. Donna was completely inside you, filling you completely. You were one.

“My love...” you sighed moaning, moving your hands to the lady, gripping her back as her thrusts forced you to writhe. “Donna…”

“(Y/N)…” she moaned too, burying her head in your shoulder, achieving a slow and tender rhythm as your wet walls embraced her, holding her inside you.

The words ceased to make sense, giving way to an erotic succession of moans and grunts of pleasure. Your fingers trailed down her back, scratching her skin as she moved her hips, her erection settling inside you.

The pleasure you never thought you'd get with her became overwhelming. Dirty thoughts appeared in your mind, replacing your insecurities, reveling in all those new and addictive sensations.

“Wait,” you said, pushing into the lady as her thrusts accelerated, foreshadowing an ending you weren't ready for yet, even though your body was.

“Come, Donna.”

The lady pulled out of you with a frustrated growl and words you didn't understand, but you silenced them with a hot kiss, eager and hungry for more, for much more. With a firm movement, you threw your girlfriend onto the bed and climbed over her hips, keeping your gaze fixed on her shining eye, on her face flushed with pleasure.

“Let me lead you now,” you whispered in her ear, before positioning yourself, gently gripping her shaft until it was back at your entrance, sliding over it slowly, very slowly.

“Cazzo...” the lady protested, hitting the mattress with the pleasure of this new position.

Your body quickly grew accustomed to his shaft, and as your hands ran over his sweaty chest, you began to move, slowly but surely.

“Do you like it?” you asked in a lusty tone, a groan echoing in your words as your hips moved against her, feeling, for the first time, in control.

Poor Donna was ecstatic with pleasure and could only nod, placing her hands on your body to guide it clumsily, thus creating the false illusion that she was really in control.

“Oh, shit, shit,” you said as your body begged for more, begging you to speed up your movements.

Your walls moved restlessly, squeezing her inside you so she couldn't escape. All your muscles tensed at once, and with a cry of pleasure, that tension turned into your first genuine orgasm.

“Donna, Donna...” you moaned as your body shook, held by her arms, by the hips pounding into you from below. “Fuck!”

“(Y/N)...” she moaned, not letting you rest, not allowing your body to relax prematurely. “Sto... sto per venire, amore mio...”

“Do it... Do it!” you cried, your limbs still trembling.

A slurred growl told you that Donna had released herself, along with a terribly pleasurable heat inside you. It was an indescribable sensation, a warm and wet caress that coursed through your walls; her seed filling you, making you hers.

Neither of you spoke afterward; only the kisses, the hugs, the caresses spoke...

“Donna,” you broke the silence as the exhausted lady played with your hair.

“Mm?”

“That was the best dance of my life.”

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Do You Want to Keep a Secret?

Part 2 Here - Do You Want to Keep Another Secret? >

Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!reader

Summary: After Luca asks Street to stay out of the house for a while, Street gets tired and curious and accidentally crashes Luca's "book club."

Warnings: secret girlfriend, "book club" joke goes on way too long (Bridgerton slander; I haven't and won't read it but know Street wouldn't like it), fluff, brief mention of alcohol consumption, the one and only Duke!!!

Word Count: 2.5k+ words

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“Street, wait up, man,” Luca calls.

Street pauses by the door of S.W.A.T. HQ and turns to look at Luca. 20 Squad had an early day and Street’s been eager to get out of the station and relax. When Luca waits for Deacon and Hondo to walk by before he begins talking, Street narrows his eyes in suspicion.

“What do you want?” Street asks.

“I can’t just want to talk?” Luca defends.

“If you just wanted to talk, Deacon and Hondo overhearing wouldn’t have been a problem. Spit it out, man.”

“Fine. I’m going to be home late tonight and need the house tomorrow night.”

Street opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything. Luca tugs nervously on his backpack strap, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Street.

“There’s something that I need to do tomorrow, and I just- go ride around or visit friends, whatever you want to do, but I really need the house to myself,” Luca explains.

“What do you need to do?” Street inquires.

“Something that I can’t do with you asking questions.”

“Why-“

“Streeter, please.”

Street nods slowly before agreeing to find somewhere else to be tomorrow night. Luca’s the best roommate and friend he’s ever had, so despite all the questions he wants to ask, he’ll give Luca the space and privacy he needs. As they leave HQ, Luca turns left where Street turns right, and Street only becomes more curious about where Luca is going and how he’s spending his nights.

“Book club?” Street asks.

“Dude, do I look like I’d host a book club? Or be in one?” Luca replies.

“No offense, but kinda. You’ve got that soothing, welcoming personality, and you love people.”

“Who’s in a book club?” Deacon asks as he walks into the situation room.

“No one,” Luca answers.

“Luca disappeared last night, didn’t get home until well after midnight, and now he needs our house tonight. Won’t tell me why,” Street explains.

Deacon looks over at Luca, and he nods once. Luca thinks Deacon probably figured out exactly what has been taking Luca’s free time, but he trusts Deacon to keep it quiet and not push like Street.

“Well, Street, you’re welcome to come over for dinner since you’ve been evicted,” Deacon offers.

“Temporarily evicted,” Street corrects. “And, thanks, but I already found a way to kill a few hours.”

“Luca, enjoy the Street-free house,” Deacon adds as he leaves.

“Hey!” Street yells. “Wait, Luca, is Duke staying?”

“Where are we going?” you ask.

Luca told you during your date last night that he’d pick you up from work today because he had a surprise. Seeing your boyfriend two days in a row is unusual, but you’re certainly not complaining. The permanent smile on your face since you met is proof that there’s never too much time with Luca.

“We’ve been dating for a while, but we don’t spend time alone,” Luca begins. “Not that I don’t enjoy our date nights, but I thought it might be nice to have a night in for once.”

“That does sound nice,” you agree. “But we both have roommates.”

“I don’t have one tonight. Street agreed to let me have the house to myself for a while.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Not much. He asked a lot of questions, though.”

“You know, you’re not the first boyfriend I’ve had who didn’t want me to meet his friends. You are the first who said it was because of his friends and not me, though.”

“I’ll introduce you when the time is right. And we’re not starting with Street, that’s something that needs to be eased into.”

“Then who would you introduce me to first?”

Luca smiles, and when he reaches the last stop sign before his house, he turns to look at you.

“Deacon, probably,” he answers. “I think he already knows I’m seeing someone.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Deacon’s crazy intuitive, and the only one who has any idea what it’s like to be in a committed relationship.”

Luca turns into his driveway and races around the front of his truck to open your door and help you out. His house is cute, you think, but the work he’s doing in the neighborhood is even better than the house. As he opens the door, you hear a dog bark happily.

“Is that Duke? I get to meet Duke?” you ask excitedly.

“Yes, you do. He’s the best roommate I have.”

“When I meet Jim, I’m telling him you said that.”

“He already knows.”

Luca opens the door, and you step inside before being greeted by Duke. He’s just as kind and gentle as his owner, and you fall in love with him in a moment. As you kneel and pet him, letting him sniff your hand to introduce yourself, you’re glad for a quiet night in. You know Luca well, but you expect to see a different side of him away from the public eye, and the dangers he watches for outside.

“This is the best date you’ve ever taken me on,” you tell Luca as he helps you stand.

“I’ll remember that next time I get reservations at an expensive restaurant,” he jokes.

“You know I’d be happy with your cooking, or a food truck, or a microwave dinner as long as I’m sharing it with you.”

“Don’t get sappy yet,” Luca warns playfully.

You already feel comfortable in Luca’s house, and as you follow him into the kitchen you catch a glimpse of what the rest of your life will be like. Your favorite meal is waiting for you, and you hug Luca tightly to thank him. The night is perfect, and it’s just beginning.

“I’m so tired,” Street complains.

“Go home,” Chris answers. “That’s, like, the entire point of having a place to live.”

“I can’t. Luca said I can’t come home until later.”

“Why not?”

“Wouldn’t tell me. Deac probably knows.”

“If he didn’t say why, it must not be too important.”

Street looks up from his drink and snaps. His eyes are glassy as he points at Chris and agrees, “You’re so right. You’re so smart, Chris.”

“And maybe you need a ride home,” she suggests.

“I’m not drunk,” Street argues. “Just tired and I want to know what Luca is doing.”

“I’m not going to tell you that you should go home earlier to find out, but if you’re uncomfortable staying out any longer… Where else are you supposed to go?”

“Luca would kill me.”

“I love you,” you whisper.

Luca’s hand slows in its trail from your hip to your ribs and back down. His touch is both calming and electrifying, and you can’t imagine a life without Luca. He pulls your legs over his lap to bring you closer. What started as sitting on his couch to talk quickly turned to quiet confessions and cuddles, which you would like to be a nightly occurrence. Luca kisses your cheek before promising that he loves you.

“I’m never going to want to go on another date with you unless it’s just like this one,” you say.

Luca turns to look at your smile and cups your cheek before he agrees, “I’m sure we could work something out.”

“You’re gonna have to tell Street then. Duke already loves me, so we’re over halfway there.”

“Or I could just get him, like, arcade passes to keep him busy.”

“Luca.”

‘We’ll talk about it later,” Luca whispers as he leans in.

His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck as he kisses you. Already halfway in his lap, you lean forward and press your chest to his to return the affection. Your hands move to Luca’s shoulders, and you grip his shirt gently as you push yourself closer to him.

The door opens, and you pull away from Luca quickly as someone asks, “Is this why you didn’t want me to come home?”

“Street, what are you doing here?” Luca asks as he gently moves your legs off of his and stands.

“I forgot?”

“Any other night I would believe that,” Luca says.

He’s standing in front of you, but you peek around his side and wave. You introduce yourself and say hello to Street as he waves in return.

“Why are you back?” Luca asks again.

“I got tired, and Chris kind of convinced me that it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to come back early. I swear, Luca, I had no idea I was going to be interrupting.”

“Because I didn’t want to tell anyone yet!”

You stand and lay a hand on Luca’s back in an attempt to calm him down. Although you understand why he wants to wait, things don’t always work out like you want.

“I’m sorry, Luca,” Street says.

“Uh, Street?” you interrupt softly. “Do you want to keep a secret?”

“You want me to stay quiet about this? Absolutely; you don’t have to worry about that." He looks to Luca and adds, "I really am sorry, man.”

“Not exactly,” you say, though you look at Luca as you say it. “Want to start a book club?”

“I knew it,” Street says through his teeth.

“You guys want to come over for dinner?” Luca invites.

“Are you cooking?” Hondo asks quickly.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Then, I’m in.”

“Sure,” Deacon agrees. “I just have to be home by nine.”

“Nobody envies that, Deac,” Hondo teases.

“I’m down, too,” Tan says.

“Sounds good,” Chris adds.

“Alright. Come over whenever you’re ready, but food should be done in about an hour,” Luca calls over his shoulder.

“Bring your own silverware, I’m not doing dishes,” Street demands.

“Sure thing, playboy,” Victor says.

“Hello?” Street asks as he opens the door.

“Kitchen,” you call. “Are you aware that it’s still your house?”

“Doesn’t mean you have to feel uncomfortable or stay confined to Luca’s room.”

You smile and when Street raises his hands in question, you ask, “Are you ever going to let them know that you’re not a playboy anymore?”

“And lose all my credit and the best nickname I’ve ever had? Not likely, future Mrs. Luca.”

“Now that is the best nickname I’ve ever had.”

“Streeter!” Luca calls.

“Second best,” Street whispers before leaving your side to help Luca.

“How well do you think this is going to go, Duke?” you ask as you follow him into the living room.

“This is the only book that I could find seven copies of,” Luca explains as he dumps a bag of paperbacks on the coffee table.

“Bridgerton?” you read. “Luca, did you think maybe there was a reason there were so many?”

“It’s good enough for a TV show,” Street says.

He picks one up and begins reading the blurb on the back, and you watch his face go from curious to confused to disinterested and disgusted.

“Not good enough for a S.W.A.T. team,” you explain. “And now poor Street is scarred for life.”

“Good thing we’re not reading it,” Luca says. “They’re going to figure out far before they gain any interest in the book.”

Street shudders as he steps back from the books, and you laugh before returning to the kitchen. Luca is making dinner, but you claimed dessert and two different options are cooling on the counter. The doorbell rings and Street walks to the door as Luca arranges the books. You run into Luca’s bedroom to hide and wonder if Street will be able to keep a secret long enough to pull off the book club gag.

“Hey, Deac,” Luca greets. “Come on in.”

“Is your girlfriend here?” Deacon asks.

“How do you do that?” Street exclaims.

“Dude,” Luca sighs. “Yeah, she’s here.”

“The book club bit is a nice touch,” Deacon applauds. “Worst book you could have chosen though.”

“I agree,” Street says dramatically.

“Annie couldn’t finish these books.”

“Understandable.”

The doorbell rings again, and Deacon and Street quiet as the rest of 20 Squad enters the Luca/Street abode. With all of them talking over one another, you can’t tell how the conversation is going.

“Why is there an extra book?” Hondo asks. “Did you miscount for this joke or is that part of it?”

“No, there’s seven of us,” Luca answers.

“Me, you, Street, Tan, Deac, and Chris. That’s six, my man.”

“Plus, my girlfriend.”

Hondo, Tan, and Chris freeze. Luca expected a louder reaction, so the stunned silence is a surprise.

“Are we going to stand here in suspense, or do we get to meet her?” Deacon asks finally.

“Hi,” you say as you walk into the living room. “I’m-“

Halfway through your introduction, 20 Squad finds their voice again and Hondo, Chris, and Tan begin speaking over one another again to ask you questions. Street steps up and raises his hands to stop them.

“I can answer any questions you have about her. Because I’m a great roommate, and Luca’s best friend, and I already know her,” he says proudly.

“What’s her favorite book?” Luca asks.

“I can say with absolute certainty that it is not Bridgerton,” Street answers. He looks at you quickly to ask, “Right?”

“That is correct,” you affirm.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Deacon says as he shakes your hand. “Sorry Street was the welcome committee.”

“If I get to see Street, I get to see Duke, so it’s a win,” you tease.

“Okay, okay, let’s go back,” Hondo interjects. “How long have you been together?”

“Almost six months,” Luca replies.

“Six months? And we haven’t heard a thing? Luca, what did we do to deserve this?”

Luca glances at Chris, who is pulling you away from Deacon and talking so quickly you probably can’t understand anything.

“The interrogation I knew she’d get, mostly. No offense, Hondo, but when we’re all together it’s a lot to take in.”

“I get that, man, but you could have told us. We’re family.”

“I’m telling you now. With food.”

“Touché.”

“She’s going to be around for a long time, though,” Luca promises.

“I’m happy for you, man. Just let me know before you pop the question, would you?”

“I do have a ring,” Luca murmurs.

“Next book club, she ain’t here and we talk about that little piece of information,” Hondo declares before leaving Luca to join the small circle around you.

After everyone leaves, and you accept an invitation to join Annie and Deacon for dinner next week, you fall back on the couch and lean against Luca. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and tugs you closer to him.

“You were right. They’re a lot, but it’s clear that they care about you, Luca. I’m glad you have friends – family – like them,” you say.

“And now they’re yours,” Luca replies, “for as long as you stay with me.”

“I like that sound of that.”

Duke jumps onto the couch beside you, and you pet his head. Luca imagines how different this will be when you have a ring on your finger and smiles.

“There is just one thing I’d like you to do,” you request.

“Anything.”

“Pick a better book next time. Something by Michael Connelly or Doyle, anyone-“

Luca cuts you off with a kiss, and you both pretend not to hear Street tiptoe behind you to eat more brownies.

#hanna writes✯#dominique luca x reader #dominique luca #swat x reader #swat cbs #fem!reader

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child0feden · 8 months ago

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CHERRIES WITH WHIPPED CREAM

bård “ faust ” eithun x reader - duke satanaël x reader - pelle “ dead ” ohlin x reader

- general headcanons for bård, duke and pelle dating someone with big boobs!

this is veryyy self indulgent, i love my boobs but i also hate them! sometimes they look so good and sometimes they do not… i am about to go to sleep so super sorry for any major spelling errors <3

- view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: necromancer by mortuary drape - xxo by mia

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ BÅRD “ FAUST ” EITHUN

- when you guys first met, it was backstage after an emperor concert and you had actually asked him to please sign your boobs! well, safe to say that this boy nearly dropped dead right there on the spot

✩ bård had never really been asked to sign anything let alone do anything even close to that, i mean, emperor was not even all that huge yet! his eyes literally just widened like big saucers, his mouth dried up within seconds and dropped open with an unfamiliar sense of pure shock before vegard came up from behind and gently smacked him on the back, laughing to himself and telling bård to just do it…

“ go on then, bård! do as the pretty lady says, hm? do you have a marker on you? ” ( you nod and chuckle to yourself as bård is still stuck in an obviously awestruck state in front of you, he thinks you are so insanely pretty and you have a great rack and you like his band? oh man, he can damn near feel himself hardening in his leather pants )

- and so he does, he takes the black ink marker from you with slightly shaking hands and hastily writes his messy signature on the soft flesh of your upper boob that is peaking out of your low cut top as you laugh at how blatantly nervous he is, thanking him with a lingering yet quick kiss on his corpse paint covered cheek when he hands the marker back to you! bård is beyond glad that the heated blush he can feel spreading across his pale face is covered up by white face paint

✩ yeah, i mean, bård was just kind of completely obsessed with head over heels for you after that first meeting and interaction! he does not even think it would have been possible for him to have not fallen head over heels for you after that night

- he quietly and almost timidly asks you if he could maybe take your number and go on some kind of a date together in the future! all whilst keeping his eyes trained on the boring ground beneath his black boot covered feet, knowing that if he was to look up, his big eyes would be drawn right to your boobs and he did not really wan to come across as desperate or maybe even nasty

✩ of course you agreed to give him your phone number, you did end up going on a unique cute little date together and voila, bård had landed himself a girlfriend for once! and he has landed himself a beautiful girlfriend with big boobs no less, safe to say that some most of his friends are very jealous of his predicament…

- after you guys have been dating for quite a while, bård starts wondering if you have ever had anyone else sign your boobs before him, he really hopes not! when he comes around to just asking you about it, he tries so hard to hide how relieved he is when you tell him that he is the only person you have ever asked to sign your boobs and he is the only person to have ever signed your boobs! you had always thought that he was a total cutie pie, you had always thought he was just that much cuter than most other men in the black metal scene, to you at least

✩ bård absolutely loves the gentle smell of the cocoa butter that you use on your boobs! literally every single time you walk past him and he gets a whiff of the heavenly smell still lingering on your skin, he is damn near drooling over you and the scent… do not be surprised if he ever wants to help you apply the cocoa butter to your skin too! he is always happy to help you with anything you do and need, especially when it comes with the major bonus of getting to massage and feel up your boobs

- you know how i mentioned that he often takes you on little shopping sprees as a date whenever he is not broke and has some money to spare? yeah, well, those shopping sprees are usually in lingerie and other clothing stores…

✩ it can be pretty hard to find bras in my size now in this modern era of time so i cannot even begin to imagine just how much harder it would have been in the early 90s, like oh my gosh!

- when you guys had first started dating, bård had surprised you one night with a super beautiful crimson red lace lingerie set that he had seen on show in the big glass window of a store and made the incredibly embarrassing and almost daunting purchase all on his own with one of his small pay checks from helvete

✩ but this caring and ever so thoughtful little sweetheart of a man just did not really understand the cup sizes at all and got a much too small cup size that constricted your much larger chest like a cobra on a death mission

- but either way, you thanked him for the obviously thoughtful gift with lots of deep kisses and many other more dirty things but you also made sure to tell him your cup size and kind of sadly explain to him that most stores in oslo do not actually sell your cup size at all…

✩ and oh, this man is beyond just upset and angry about it right alongside you! bård is so incredibly tempted to get some of his closest friends together and set all of those stores that do not sell your cup size ablaze! because to hell with them for not making all of those beautiful lingerie sets that you want so badly in your cup size! he thinks you deserve the absolute best and hates that often times, you just cannot actually have or even find the best

- bård is forever glad that he signed your boobs that night, he just cannot imagine what his life would be like now if he had gotten crazy nervous and accidentally said no to you… a life without you by his side? a life without feeling your euphoric titjobs? that is just no life that bård wants to even imagine living…

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ DUKE SATANAËL

- duke absolutely loves when you wear certain tops that really show off your chest! he just loves seeing your boobs out and on display

✩ he is quite a simple man in that sense, he is just completely obsessed with watching the slight bounce in your boobs as you walk alongside him with your hands intertwined, he gets so lost in admiring how your boobs press out of the soft fabric

- but sometimes you do have to snap your fingers in front of his face in order to make him watch where the hell he is walking because the amount of times that he has walked right into a metal lamppost due to him being entirely distracted by your boobs is downright unfathomable and unbelievable

✩ what duke does not like so much is when he catches sight of other people gawking at you and your assets, oh nu-uh! they are his boobs to admire, no one else are allowed to stare at them like that… so he will often feel very inclined to wrap an arm around you and stare the person out with unwavering judgement and downright hatred until they get kind of freaked out and leave the vicinity…

- duke is an absolute god at giving you the most heavenly back massages known to man! if you even slightly mention to him that your back is kind of aching, he will be making you to lay down on the couch or on your shared bed before going to grab some of your favourite moisturiser from the bathroom

✩ even when you are out in public together, if he sees you standing kind of weird with your hands splayed out on your back and an obviously uncomfortable scowl on your face, duke will gesture for you to sit down on his lap and subtly give you a gentle massage through your clothes

- duke absolutely loves motor-boating you too and i am so not sorry for saying it… he just goes absolutely crazy for burying his face in your boobs…

✩ there are so many pictures of you two where his usually pristine corpse paint is just in a state of complete ruin on his face and a suspicious grey-ish mess of paint is covering the flesh on your chest! it does not take a genius to piece together what exactly happened

- there was one time when you guys were making out on your shared bed and it was very clearly leading into something much more, he had used a little black pocket knife to cut the straps of your bra off and you nearly killed him right then and there

✩ you were so utterly dumbfounded and pissed off, quickly asking him what the hell he just did that for… why the hell would he do that…

- poor duke was so beyond confused in the moment! why did you not love that? it was hot, no? you usually loved when he cut your panties off… you had never done this before…

✩ well, it was very hot, but also no it was not because what the hell, duke? that is literally your nicest bra, the most beautiful one you have ever found that actually had your cup size… and he just ruined it… only when you explain this to him with a both frustrated and upset tone in your soft voice does he fully understand why you are not turned on

- you give him quite the petty silent treatment as he apologises to you, only looking up at him and responding when he says he will make sure to buy you the most beautiful replacement, just show him what you want and he will buy it for you

“ baby, please… i have said sorry already! i will buy you the prettiest bra you find, just tell me when and i will buy it for you, okay? ” ( he has the smallest little pout on his face whilst he begs for your forgiveness, causing you to laugh softly at the sight of this big scary man in corpse paint pouting just because his girlfriend will not speak to him )

✩ when you finally do find a beautiful replacement for your old bra, his big eyes nearly bulge right out of his head when you show him the price tag attached to it

- but he does stay true to his word and he does buy it for you, all whilst grumbling under his breath about how you should not even wear a bra and he thinks you look fine without one, safe to say you set him back quite a bit that month…

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ PELLE “ DEAD ” OHLIN

- pelle really loves just laying his head down on your boobs

✩ you will often lay flat on your back in your shared bed, just relaxing and reading a book in your head whilst his head rests on your chest, often bringing your hand down and gliding your fingers through his long blonde hair as he watches some nasty snuff film or shockumentary he has playing on his vhs player

- honestly, the rare times that pelle ever does get some small amount sleep is usually when his head is resting on your chest! it is just extremely comforting for him and the soft thumping feeling of your heart beating beneath his head lulls him to sleep

✩ pelle has absolutely drooled just a little on your boobs whilst sleeping on them before and he always gets kind of embarrassed and awkward about it when he wakes up so most of the time you do try to wipe it away before he wakes up and sees it, just to spare him the embarrassment

- pelle really loves to draw you totally nude too, but usually not even in a super sexual manner at all!

✩ he just thinks that your boobs are extremely picture esque and likes to illustrate how beautiful he really thinks they are, he likes to capture their beauty the best he can in his art

- another thing he often does that is not always in a sexual manner is sucking bruises onto the flesh of your boobs

✩ most of the time it is kind of very sexual but sometimes he just does it so casually whilst laying down on your chest, he will move his head just a little bit away from watching the tv screen and just kind of start sucking little blossoming bruises into the visible flesh of your boobs

- sometimes it scares the hell out of you because of just how suddenly he starts sucking your flesh which causes him to mumble a little “ ‘m sorry ” into your skin

✩ you are never mad though, you just stroke his long hair back out of his pale face and let him do his thing… pelle really likes pulling his mouth away to silently admire the bruises he left behind on your previously unmarked skin…

- pelle blushes so incredibly hard when he sees you wearing the small animal bones he gave you attached to a little rope necklace, the bones resting just on top of your boobs, he gets totally transfixed on the sight in front of him and usually only knocks himself out of it when you laugh and softly ask if he is okay… he will mumble a quiet response and dart his eyes away from your chest, he does not like being caught staring at your boobs…

#bard eithun x reader #faust x reader #duke satanael x reader #pelle ohlin x reader #dead x reader #emperor x reader #emperor headcanons #godkiller x reader #godkiller headcanons #mayhem x reader #mayhem headcanons #dating headcanons

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randomasfuk · 1 month ago

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Absolute insanity pt2

Jason Todd

Pt1 hear absolute-insanity also I’m drunk so that might factor into quality but I thought pt 1 was bad but apparently not. TW brief mentions of child abuse. And this is a long one btw.

You paced the floor of your living room, waiting for Jason to arrive and take you to the cabin. Alone with his family for the weekend—how the hell did you get yourself into this? You and Jason hadn’t spoken since he convinced you to partake in this idiocy, aside from a few texts telling you what to bring. You knew you’d end up a mess by the end of this ordeal, and the rules you set were for your sake, not his. Because if you had the freedom to hold him, to hug him whenever and wherever you wanted, you’d never let go.

Clearly, you had inherited your mother’s idiotic, blind loyalty when it came to love, and you couldn’t see how that was a good thing. You had decided long ago that love just wasn’t for you—at least, not if it meant ending up like her. You knew you should’ve cut Jason off long ago because of this.

And yet, here you were, pacing, awaiting his inevitable arrival.

When the dreaded moment finally came, Jason walked in like it was nothing, greeting you with a casual, “Hey, you got everything?”

You let out a shaky sigh, attempting to act as if you weren’t on the verge of a crisis. “Yeah, I’ve got everything,” you tried to sound normal, swallowing the lump in your throat. Your voice wavered slightly. You weren’t sure if he noticed; if he did, he didn’t show it. You hoped to God he didn’t.

He said nothing—just nodded, picked up your bags, and headed to the car.

They were all meeting at the manor before leaving for the cabin, except for Steph, Tim, and Duke, who were staying behind to watch Gotham. The trip to the manor was silent aside from the radio. It was oddly uncomfortable—at least for you. Jason, on the other hand, he seemed perfectly fine. That was strange. You had never felt awkward around him before—except for the last time you saw him, but that had definitely been mutual.

‘Damn, this is going to be the most awkward weekend of my life,’ you thought. And you knew it would be.

Between Bruce hating your guts and blaming you for Jason’s death, and having to act like Jason’s girlfriend while knowing he didn’t—and would never—see you like that, this was a disaster waiting to happen. Your borderline are in love with him. The kind of love where you’d do anything he asked without question, the kind of love that would land you in either a psychiatric facility or prison for the things you’d already done for him.

Yeah, this was a terrible idea.

By the time you arrived at the manor, you were a breath short of a panic attack. They knew Jason was bringing his “girlfriend,” but they didn’t know it was you. That meant any shock or criticism would be very obvious. And, if you were being honest, you were insecure enough without them chiming in.

The second you stepped out of the car, the shock was evident—everywhere except on Cassandra’s face. She just smiled and waved, which you returned. Bruce’s jaw practically hit the floor, as did Dick’s, though he recovered quickly, stepping forward to shake your hand.

“Hey, good to see you again,” he said, trying (and failing) to sound normal.

“Good to see you too, Dick.”

He stood there for a moment, still shaking your hand. It was getting awkward.

“You can stop shaking my hand now, Dick,” you said, already done with being the center of attention. Just because you were used to it didn’t mean it didn’t sting a little.

“Oh—yeah, sorry. I just, uh… I didn’t expect Jason to bring you, much less—uh—go out with you. No offense! It’s just, uh…” He trailed off awkwardly before redirecting. “Come say hi to B.”

By now, Bruce had recovered, though his smile was tight. “Hello,” he said. “I must admit, I wasn’t expecting you either. I assumed the mystery woman would be Artemis.” His gaze flickered toward Jason, a pointed comment.

You exhaled sharply. “Mmm. Well, evidently, I’m not.”

Bruce’s head snapped back toward you. He almost looked taken aback—almost.

Jason interjected before things could escalate. “Nah, Artemis is cool and all, but she’s not really my type.” His tone was passive-aggressive, but he was trying to keep things from getting worse. You both knew this would happen.

“Clearly,” a young voice chimed in dryly.

You turned to see a boy who looked strikingly like a young Bruce, though with a slightly darker complexion.

“Damian Wayne, I’m guessing?” You held out your hand.

He hesitated before shaking it. “Your presumption is correct, Y/N I presume we haven’t officially met, but I’ve read your case file. Joker’s daughter. An ex-rogue. Clearly, Todd has very interesting taste in women.” You raised a brow. “Well, you of all people should know that we aren’t automatically like our parents. Besides, your father’s taste isn’t much better, and if it was, I highly doubt you’d be here.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but Dick quickly interjected. “Hey, we should head off now.”

“Yes,” Bruce agreed, too quickly.

Jason turned to you. “Come on, let’s go, babe.”

‘Babe’ rolled off his tongue far too easily, sending shivers down your spine. It wasn’t helped by the fact that he put his arm around your shoulders, guiding you back to the car.

“This is an awful idea, you know that, right?” you muttered.

“That’s what’s so great about it,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes. You regretted this with every fiber of your being.

Bruce hated you, and honestly, you didn’t blame him. He had every reason to. The way he found you—the day you got away, and Jason didn’t—was burned into your memory.

You had snuck over to where Jason was being held, only to find the place blown to smithereens. You ran toward the wreckage, to Jason, only to see him—Bruce—cradling Jason’s lifeless body. He didn’t see you at first. No one ever did. Mimes are silent, after all.

But when he did see you… his fury, his despair, his guilt—they were all there, plain as day. You hadn’t even realized he was moving toward you until he knocked you to the ground.

All you could do was put your hands up and try to open your mouth tugging at the restraints on your lips. You opened your tote bag, showing him the first-aid kit, the water, the scraps of food—you pointed toward Jason, then to your own mouth. Eventually, he got the hint and removed your mask… revealing bruises and lips that had been forcibly sewn shut and the blood running down your chin after your struggle with the thread. Mimes are silent, after all.

It took two hours to reach the cabin, and God, it was gorgeous. A massive wooden home, surrounded by trees and overlooking a pristine lake with a small dock. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

You got out of the car and retrieved your bags, as did Jason, before walking up to the rest of the family. Bruce unlocked the door, and everyone filed inside, placing their bags in the room just beyond the entrance. The ceiling was high, the space was large, and it was absolutely stunning. God, you could get used to this.

“Everyone else has been here already, so I’ll show you around while Jason takes your bags to your room,” Bruce said.

He may have been shocked by your presence, but he was surprisingly polite as he led you through the luxurious cabin. The rooms were spacious, the kitchen was gorgeous, complete with an island and fully stocked cupboards filled with every spice and herb imaginable. Each bedroom even had its own bathroom. Compared to this, your entire apartment felt like a glorified portable toilet.

As Bruce showed you to your room, he spoke up. “I’m sorry about before. I shouldn’t have said what I did—I was just surprised. And I’m especially sorry about Damian. He’s… rather intense and not the most trusting kid.”

Maybe you had been wrong about Bruce. Maybe he didn’t actually hate you after all. Other than his initial reaction, he had been nothing but polite.

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne. And I’m sorry for my sharp response, especially with Damian. I mean, he’s only a child—I should have handled that better.”

You were being honest. You did feel a little bad about it, even if part of you thought he had deserved it just a bit.

“Thank you,” Bruce said. “But call me Bruce. And make yourself at home—you can have whatever you want from the kitchen whenever.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Bruce.”

He returned the gesture. “Not at all.”

And with that, you were left alone.

Without a second thought, you opened the door to your room—and that’s when you saw it. Something that hadn’t even crossed your mind before.

Then you walked into your room.

And saw it.

Only. One. Bed.

Shit.

You took a moment to compose yourself before heading back to the rest of the family, who had gathered in the living room. But just before you stepped inside, you heard it.

“She’s the Joker’s daughter. Can we really trust her?” You herd Damian

“I don’t. She is never to be out of sight.” Bruce replied

“Come on, B. If she wanted to hurt us, she would have already.” Dick went next

“She had the chance to save Jason years ago and didn’t.” Bruce retorted

“b she was scared for her life helping him at all was a huge risk for her” dick interjected

“she could have got help years prior what do you think Cass” Bruce questioned

“I don’t think she’s a threat but we should stay cautious and watch her” she stated

“I suppose that’s reasonable” dick gave

That was enough. You turned on your heel, stormed outside, and found Jason.

“I’m leaving.”

He blinked. “What?”

“I said I’m leaving. You don’t need to come with me, but I’m going now.”

Jason barely had time to react before you grabbed the car keys and headed for the door.

“what” he finally choked out

“your stuff” he shouted after you almost jogging to catch up to you

“fuck my stuff” you reached out for the door when Jason grabbed your arm not hard enough to hurt but enough to stop you leaving

“Jason let me go!” You yelled at him

“What the fuck did you guys say to her?” Suddenly becoming ware of your audience . The anger in his voice was evident; however, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him or anyone else. The floor was your main focus.

“Jason, please let me go to the car.”

He faced you again. “Okay, but don’t go anywhere. Wait for me, yeah?”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nodded before practically running to the car, embarrassed and teary-eyed. Eventually, he hopped in beside you.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter.” Before he can talk.

Jason scoffed. “If you’re out here about to bolt, it sure as hell matters.” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, the same one he always got when he was trying to keep his anger in check.

You sighed and glanced away. “They don’t trust me. They never will.”

Jason didn’t respond right away, but you could feel the tension radiating off of him. “That’s bullshit,” he finally muttered, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

You forced a smile, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “It’s fine, Jason. I get it. I’m the Joker’s daughter—I’ll always be a liability in their eyes.”

Jason shook his head. “That’s not who you are.” His voice was firm, like he was daring you to argue with him.

You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling exhausted. “Doesn’t matter what you think. It matters what they think. And they think I don’t belong here.”

“Then they’re wrong.” Jason said it although it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You looked up at him, surprised by the sheer conviction in his voice. His blue eyes were burning with something intense, something unshakable.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, before you could stop yourself, you whispered, “Why do you care so much?”

Jason blinked. The muscles in his jaw tensed for a split second before he exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Because it’s you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“I know what they said, and they’re wrong about you,” he said. “But why did you freak out like that, doll? You don’t usually care what others think.”

You let out an uneven sigh. “First, you don’t have to call me pet names anymore. And second… I’m just so sick of being a freak show. Of being nothing more than my father’s daughter. I’ve tried so, so hard to get away from that—from him—but it’s never enough. And I can’t do it anymore, Jace.”

The car was silent for a moment before you let out a bitter chuckle. “I can’t believe we didn’t even last an hour. Told you this was a terrible idea.”

Jason sighed before leaning over to hug you, and you leaned into it. Hugs from him were rare.

“I’m sorry, love. This was my fault.”

He pulled away again, but you shook your head.

“Jace, you don’t have to call me pet names anymore,” you repeated.

He hesitated. For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t say anything. But then—

“I know,” he murmured, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

You looked down at your intertwined hands, shocked, before glancing up at him. He was already watching you, trying to gauge your reaction. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it again, unsure of what to say. All you knew was that you were blushing like a schoolgirl.

Jason lifted his other hand to your face, bringing you closer but not quite closing the gap.

“Can I—”

You cut him off by kissing him, and he responded in kind. Your lips moved together in perfect, passionate rhythm until you both pulled away, breathless.

“You know,” you started, a smirk playing on your lips, “I’ve already embarrassed myself in front of them. Might as well go all the way with this, yeah?”

He just nodded, but as you turned to leave, he grabbed your hand again. When you faced him, his face was red—almost as red as his helmet.

“You said ‘go all the way with this,’ but… you know I, uh… I wasn’t acting, right?”

You blinked. Was he serious?

“What the fuck, Jason?” You forget how dumb the smartest person I know can be, you scoffed. “Yes, Jason. I know. I wasn’t acting either.”

The way his face lit up was priceless.

Hand in hand, you both returned to the cabin.

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 7 months ago

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There is so little Heather Duke x reader stuff it pains me

How about a reader who loves getting into fights and usually never needed a reason to start a fight, but Kurt or/and Ram found out about Duke's bulimia and started being assholes and the reader got into a huge fight with them for it

You can change it up but moral of the story is that the reader ends up fighting for Heather D. (If you get the reference I love you)

'Cause I Will Fight For You

|| Heather Duke x fem!reader

|| Warnings;, swearing, bulimia mention, eating disorder mention, reader getting into a fight with Kurt and Ram, short drabble

|| Summary; reader had quite the reputation around Westerburg. A worse fight starter than Kurt and Ram. And it doesn't help when she overhears said jocks talking bad about her girlfriend.

Requests open!

Started; september 25th

Finished; september 26th

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"Hey, dude. Did you hear?"

You were walking through the halls, passing Kurt and Ram. The most annoying, classic jocks you'd ever had the displeasure of meeting. You were a little curious about what Kurt was talking about, so you slowed your walk just slightly to catch a glimpse of their conversation. Wondering if it was anything you could take back to Heather Duke; your girlfriend. Who very much liked rumours and gossip.

"Nah bro, what?" Ram asked, the way they spoke made you roll your eyes. God it was like they'd never listened to the English teacher a day in their life.

"Heather Duke has some wicked eating dis-" Before the words were even out of his mouth, you had thrown your fist at him. Not even giving him the opportunity to make fun of your girlfriend for struggling with bulimia. It was something the two of you were working on.

But you weren't about to listen to someone bad mouth her. You were known for never needing a reason to start a fight, you got into them all the time. Nearly daily, but you were good at avoiding getting caught too. Normally you weren't so careless like how you were right now. Besides, now you actually had a reason to fight. And you got to fight Kurt, which was really an added bonus in your eyes.

"Leave her alone, you ass!" You shouted, standing your ground as he aimed a punch right back at you. You dodged it, but didn't quite escape Ram who had slammed you into the lockers.

"And you leave him alone, you psycho! God, Y/N." Ram looked at you with disgust.

Next thing you knew it you were in an all out brawl with both jocks, putting up a damn good fight. And crowd.

"Holy shit! Fight, fight, fight!" You'd heard a few kids chanting but ignored them, focusing on pinning Kurt to the ground.

Until one voice caught your attention.

"What the fuck?" Heather Duke.

Everyone stopped and starred at her.

"Y/N. Here." She pointed to the ground just as Kurt threw a petty punch at you.

You had been focused on Duke, so his punch hit you in the cheek. Causing you to sputter in surprise.

Heather rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest, waiting for you to listen. She was used to this by now with the amount of fights you got into; she almost always had to lecture you afterwards. Which was really a cover up for her worry.

You managed to get away from Kurt and walked over to Heather, standing just behind her.

"What are you all staring at?" She snapped and people quickly scrambled out of there, including Kurt and Ram. Who had run into each other when they tried to run away.

Heather looked at you and sighed," Y/N.."

"Look, I know. I've heard your lectures," You winced, feeling the ache in your cheek from Kurt's punch." But I actually had a reason this time-"

"What reason could you possibly have?" She raised an eyebrow at you and you sighed.

"They were making fun of you, or trying. I punched Kurt before he could finish whatever he was going to say." You murmured, catching Heather's attention.

Her eyes narrowed, but not directed at you. "Just let me handle them next time, okay? Stop getting into fights. As hot as it is, I don't need the reputation of dating someone who got expelled. Got it?" She turned it around to be about her, because she wasn't going to let you know she actually cared about you. That would be showing weakness.

"Yeah, I got it... sorry Heather." You mumbled back and she kissed you.

"Good. Now come on. Heather's waiting."

#x reader #fanfic #canon x reader #fem reader #wlw fiction #heathers x reader #heathers musical #heathers #heathers movie #heather duke #heather duke x reader #heather dule x fem!reader #heather x reader #green heather

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fandom-imagines-stories · 6 months ago

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Vacancy

Henry x Reader (Eat Locals)

Words: 3025

Summary: Henry’s affection for humans has always confused the other vampires in the region. When there is a vacancy among the eight, Vanessa brings forward his girlfriend in the hopes of turning her into one of them.

Notes: I’m obviously changing the story of the movie, but I thought this would be a fun experiment. I wanted to do something a little angstier with Henry, and this was so enjoyable. I hope you guys like it too. Happy Halloween!

You memorized the way the sun felt on your skin as it set. The warmth. The color it turned the sky. It was beautiful. But you’d already said your goodbyes to daylight.

You made your way back into the house, making sure the curtain on the door was closed. Up the stairs, you saw him pacing back and forth by the stairwell, running his hand through his hair and nervously fidgeting with his suit jacket. A smile teased your face.

“Perhaps we have time for you to de-stress before you have to leave.” You said, climbing the stairs with a suggestive smirk. You reached the top and put your hands on his chest, smoothing out his vest. It was the purple one- your favorite. Henry took your face in his hands and kissed you sweetly, but went no further.

“I’m afraid I haven’t the time, darling.” He gave you an apologetic smile. “I’m expected in less than two hours and I prefer-”

“To be punctual, I know.” You sighed. “I just hate to see you agitated like this. Surely they can’t all be that bad.”

He chuckled. “No, I suppose not.” He exhaled deeply. “It’s just a painful process, filling a position. Finding a poor soul that’s willing. Turning them.”

“I’m sure everything will turn out exactly the way it’s meant to.” Your lips pressed into a thin smile, holding back a secret. He twisted a lock of your hair around his finger.

“I hope you’re right.” You could tell the smile he gave you was forced, but you knew that his troubles would be soothed soon enough. He finished packing his things and with a final kiss, went out into the night.

You waited for his car to vanish to pull out your cell phone.

“Is he gone?” Asked the voice on the other end.

You took a deep, hopeful breath.

“I’m ready.”

The place of the meeting was decided. A small cottage along the cliffside that had long since been abandoned by its owner. Most people in the nearby town thought it was haunted so they steered clear. It was perfect to assure them a peaceful and productive meeting. At least, that’s what Henry hoped for.

He, as usual, was the first to arrive. He walked along the cliffs, listening to the endless waves crashing beneath him. The ocean, like him, was eternal. It stretched on into the horizon, steady and sure. Henry looked up at the stars and thought of you. Somehow, in the vastness of his life, he found you. You. In all his years, he’d never felt more at home than he did in your embrace. But he knew his feelings were dangerous. He’d seen enough loss to know how this would turn out.

So he counted his blessings while he could.

His secret. That’s what you were to them. The thing they just couldn’t figure out. And he was keen to keep it that way.

Henry forced you to the back of his mind and went inside.

It was silent, save for the old boards creaking under his feet. It reminded him of one of those old books he’d read to you- you always liked scary stories around Halloween. The creepy house, the unexpecting victims. Only, Henry knew exactly what awaited him here.

The Duke was dead. One of his oldest friends, which, of course, was saying a lot. But that didn’t change the fact that he was gone. Killed by one of his own people in an attempt for his territory. It had ripped a rift in their group. Peter wanted to go to war. He didn’t even like The Duke. He just liked violence for the sake of violence.

Luckily, everyone listened to Henry and Vanessa. They would dispose of the traitors and then they would fill The Duke’s seat when it was finished. That was nearly two months ago. His assassins proved more crafty than they anticipated, but with the promise of The Duke’s territory, Peter was more than happy to take them out.

Now they just had to fill the vacancy.

Henry sat at the table and waited.

You were at the bus stop. You figured it was a better place to be picked up. If Henry stopped back at home, you didn’t want him to see her pulling up. It would ruin everything. But she was late and you were bloody freezing.

“Are you lost, lass?” A man asked behind you, making you jump. He leaned against the building in shadow, concealing everything but his perfectly tailored suit. “I don’t think there’s any running this time of night.”

You tilted your head in confusion.

He motioned to the sign over your head for the bus.

“Oh, no,” you laughed nervously, “my friend’s picking me up.”

“Odd place.” He stepped forward. He had sharp features, red hair, and eyes that felt like they’d freeze you in place. “It’s dangerous for a pretty woman to be out here in the dark, don’t you think?”

“Maybe I’m not as helpless as I look.” You tried to sound intimidating, but under his cold stare, you just sounded frightened.

He chuckled, tossing aside the glowing cigarette in his hand. “Maybe not.”

Gathering up your courage- and maybe a little stupidity- you held your head high and pushed your shoulders back.

“Listen, can I help you, or do you do this to every woman you come across on a dark platform?”

The man simply smiled.

Headlights pulled up beside you, attached to a black car with the window rolled down.

“Are you ready?” Vanessa asked.

You nodded, turning back to the man at the stop.

He was gone.

“Everything alright, love?” Vanessa turned down the music on her stereo. “Because, if you’re having second thoughts-”

“I’m not,” you said quickly. Holding your bag close to your chest, you found your feet unable to move. You just stood there, staring at her. “I’m not.”

Vanessa gave you a small smile. “Don’t be afraid, Y/N. Think of it as going home.”

The tension in you eased, but only a little. You gave her a short nod and forced yourself to move.

Vanessa turned the music back up.

The others trickled in as they usually did. Alice with her innocent look of the crocheting grandmother. Henry always found it ironic that she was probably the brutalist of them all. Well, maybe not Peter. Angel was next. Then Seba.

Seba was the newest of the group. He was voted in after a rather tense night of evading the British Army. Peter had originally opposed, but after the kid helped them escape, everyone agreed to enter him amongst their ranks.

Henry remembered that night with an ache in his unbeating heart. He remembered how he thought he’d never see you again and how you would never know what happened to him. He remembered being terrified of leaving you alone in this world. You didn’t have anyone else, just like him.

“How’s it going?” Sebastian asked, still giving his wary looks towards Alice and her knitting needles. Even after a year, he was still quite skittish about all of this.

Henry gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“I’m fine,” he said. “How have you been? Are you settling into your territory?”

Seba shrugged. “No complaints yet.”

“I find it’s harder for them to complain when they’re dead,” Alice said, not looking up from her knitting.

“If we could kill anyone who bitched and moaned about something, we wouldn’t be sticking to our quotas, now would we?” Angel teased.

Seba swallowed. Taking after Henry, he didn’t feed off of humans- well, unless they were freaky cannibals like the Thatchers. He didn’t have as many qualms to getting rid of them.

Peter arrived next with his usual air of frustrating arrogance.

“Vanessa’s on her way,” he said, taking his seat at the table. “Looks like she’s picked a pretty one.”

Henry turned away.

“So, what are the other orders of business we can make up before she gets here?” Seba asked, trying to lighten the clean tension between everyone.

“I thought you told him we take these meetings seriously,” Chen said. “We only meet every fifty years.”

“I know, I know.” Henry gave Sebastian an exasperated look. “Sebastian, please.” He held up his hands. “Sorry. Just thought you all seem so intense and all.”

“Immortality is intense,” Peter snarled.

Angel grinned. “So is feeling the blood drain out of your victim as they slowly stop shaking.”

Everyone slowly turned and looked at her.

“What?”

Alice patted her hand. “That’s nice, dear.”

Outside, the familiar rumbling of an engine signaled Vanessa’s arrival. Henry glanced around the room, at the two empty seats across from him. One for Vanessa and the other…

Damn the Council and their rules.

He ran a hand down his face and reminded himself that, in a few short hours, he’d be back home with you, wrapping your sleeping form in his arms until you woke for work.

Only, he didn’t have to wait that long.

“Sorry I’m late everyone,” Vanessa announced, her bright smile lighting up the room- at least for Henry. It was often he was able to see his friend. “But I had to pick up our new friend.”

If Henry’s heart could have stopped twice, it would have.

You stepped into the room.

Time stopped.

Time, that wretched, meaningless thing to him, suddenly meant everything. Everything around him froze and all he could see was that first time you smiled at him.

You avoided his eye, choosing instead to glance around the table. The man from the bus stop was there, grinning at you with the same predatory look as before, his eyes blazing more than his fiery hair. The others were all like Henry described them. Chen, Alice, Sebastian, Angel- they all watched you with a deep curiosity and even a little hunger.

“Hello,” you managed to greet, sounding weaker than you would have liked.

Henry stood up so quickly, that his chair fell over.

“No,” he said.

Everyone turned to him.

“Is that your vote already?” Angel asked.

“There isn’t going to be a vote.” His eyes finally met yours. They flared in the dark, circles of light that always seemed to stare right through you. “It isn’t her.”

“Henry, dear, let’s talk about this-” Vanessa said.

“You knew?” He snapped.

She clamped her mouth shut.

You stepped towards him. “Henry-”

“Don’t.” His voice turned into a growl, like that of a scared animal. “You need to leave, now.”

You had expected this. You knew he would fight it. But you also knew he didn’t have much of a choice.

Slowly, you shook your head. “I’m not going anywhere, Henry.”

As you stared each other down, the rest of the group sat in awaiting silence.

Then, Peter started to laugh. It was a harsh sound. Cruel. He looked at the pain in Henry’s face and enjoyed it.

“Oh, what a sad, stupid sap you are, Henry,” he said. “So this is why you don’t feed on humans? Because you’re shagging one?”

“Very classy, Peter,” Vanessa scolded.

He ignored her. “I can’t say I blame you. She’s certainly got the stuff, even for a human.” His eyes raked over you tauntingly.

Henry’s fists clenched at his sides and he resisted the urge to leap across the table.

“Henry,” Angel said, “is that true?”

The panic was clear on his face, enough to answer her question.

“Oh dear,” Alice said.

“Damnit, Henry.” Angel shook her head.

“I thought you were the smart one,” Chen added.

“I say we start the vote then,” Peter laughed. “This is going to be fun.”

“Let me talk to her first,” Henry pleaded.

“Why, so you can convince her to run along home?” Peter shook his head. “I’d rather watch you squirm now.”

“Let him talk to her,” Vanessa said.

You shot her a look.

She laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Give him some time.”

Henry was across the room in seconds. He took hold of your arm and yanked you into the other room, slamming the door shut behind him.

You’d seen him angry before. When he found out about a vampire killing in his territory, when Peter tried to take more than he was allowed when the darkness of the world just wouldn’t end.

This wasn’t that. This was a silent, seething frustration. More than that, it was pure fear. The strongest person you knew and he was desperately afraid.

“Before you say anything,” you started, trying not to shrink under his hard stare, “I wanted to tell you.”

“That does very little to help your case, Y/N,” he said. His voice was too calm.

“I knew that you would stop me before I could even leave the house, so I went to Vanessa and-”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” He took a shaking breath. “Do you know what this means?”

You nodded slowly. “Either you vote to turn me…”

“Or they’ll kill you.” Henry pulled a chair in front of the door and sat down. His shoulders slumped forward, weighed down by a decision that was now his to make.

You had already made your choice.

“Henry,” you whispered gently, kneeling in front of him. “This is what I want.”

“How?” His voice cracked. “How can you be so willing to throw away your life? How can you be so willing to become a-”

You laid a hand on his cheek. “You are not a monster, Henry.”

He leaned into your touch in spite of himself.

“And a life with you is far from thrown away.” You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. He didn’t pull away, instead, his lips against yours were sure and sweet.

“Please don’t do this,” he said, forehead pressed against yours.

“Are you afraid you won’t feel the same way about me?”

That was your biggest fear in all of this. Not the bite, not the death or the blood. You were terrified he wouldn't love you when you weren’t human anymore.

Henry pulled away.

“How can you think that?” Henry wrapped his arms around you, cradling the back of your head in his hand. “Y/N, I will love you until the cliffs crumble to nothing. Until time itself runs out, and then after.” He kissed your forehead. “I promise you, it isn’t that.”

“Then what, Henry?” You asked. “I don’t have anyone to stay for. I don’t have a life outside of this. I only have you and Vanessa. The human world has rejected me. Maybe if I had more time…” You bit your lip to stop yourself.

He saw right through it. He always did.

“What do you mean?” Henry moved his hands to cup your face, his eyes searching yours. “What do you mean, if you had more time?”

“I’m sick, love.” It barely came out as a whisper, unable to admit it to yourself, let alone to him.

His heart broke right before your eyes.

“Why did you tell me?” He cried.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” Blinking back tears, you gave him a small smile.

Henry laughed humorlessly. “So you do this instead?”

“I suppose it isn’t the soundest logic.”

A lightness returned between you and he wrapped you in an embrace, memorizing the feeling of your heartbeat pressed against his chest.

“Does this mean you accept?” You asked.

“I don’t accept any of this, darling,” he said sadly. “But I won’t stop you.” Pulling away again, all of the love and devotion in his gaze made your chest ache. “Are you sure you’re ready to spend forever with me?”

You ran your fingers through his hair. “More sure of anything in my life.”

He took a breath and stood, lifting you with him.

You opened the door.

The two of you returned to the table, you sitting in the empty chair between Henry and Vanessa.

Vanessa gave you an encouraging nod.

“The Council won’t like this,” Chen said.

“The Council won’t care,” Vanessa argued. “As long as there’s eight of us, they don’t need to know where the last one came from, or how much she knew before she turned.”

Peter clapped slowly, staring at you from across the table.

“So Henry gets to keep his little lover forever, hm?”

“Peter, dear, don’t be petty,” Vanessa said.

“Why should we vote for her?” He asked. “What couldn’t she possibly bring to us?”

“What reason do you have not to?” Angel asked. “Other than being a prick?”

He opened his mouth to argue, but Henry stopped him.

“Peter,” he begged, “please.”

Peter, in a moment of generosity so rare for him, stopped talking.

“Alright,” Vanessa said, standing. “I suppose that means we should vote.”

Henry took your hand.

“All those in favor of Y/N joining us?” She raised a hand.

Henry closed his eyes and raised his hand.

Sebastian followed, leaning over to you. “It’ll be nice to have someone newer than me. I say yay.”

Then Angel.

Then Alice.

Chen.

All eyes were on Peter.

The red-haired vampire glowered.

A beat.

Henry’s hold tightened.

“Fine,” Peter said. He raised his hand.

Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief. “All those opposed?”

The room remained still.

“Excellent.” She turned to you. “Welcome to the family, dear.” Vanessa glanced over at Henry. “I suppose you should do the honors, eh Henry?”

Peter laughed. “This ought to be good.”

“I’ll do it,” Henry said, almost defiantly.

He stood, gently urging you up with him. Henry took everything in one more time, from your warmth to the color in your cheeks. But you were right.

All you had was each other.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

You smiled and pulled him in by his tie for one more kiss.

Angel whistled.

Henry parted from you but kept you as close as possible. He tilted your head to the side. He leaned in.

“I love you,” he whispered against your neck.

You tangled your fingers in his hair. “I love you too, Henry. Forever.”

You closed your eyes as his teeth sunk in.

#henry eat locals #charlie cox #eat locals #charlie cox vampire #henry x reader #happy halloween

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luke-hughes43 · 8 months ago

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hard to love | will and dani

dani is struggling learning how to be a girlfriend, let alone a good one, to will. on top of having some serious doubts about them being together given how different their personalities are.

also, this is gonna be so long and I kinda apologize for that

I am insensitive, I have a tendency, to pay more attention to the things that I need, sometimes I drink too much, sometimes I test your trust, sometimes I don't why you stay with me

will sees dani walking towards the library while he's on his way to get dinner with the boys. he smiles and jogs over, "hey baby."

"oh hey will. what's up?" dani says smiling at him.

will takes her hand, "you going to your study time?"

"yea. why what's going on?" dani asks. will shakes his head, "nothing. I just haven't really seen or heard from you today."

"oh, sorry. I got caught up in just everything today. look, I have a really important paper to write, but I promise to text you when I'm done and if it's not too late maybe we can get ice cream or frozen yogurt or something?"

"yea sure. I'm getting dinner with the boys but I wanted to see you. I'll see you later baby." will says and kisses dani's forehead before she walks away and into the library.

he walks to the dining hall where he was meeting ryan, gabe, and jacob a little defeated that dani kind of blew him off. it wasn't just that day that he'd hardly seen her, it had been a week.

I'm hard to love, hard to love, oh, I don't make it easy, and, I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood, I'm hard to love, hard to love, and you say that you need me, I don't deserve it, but I love that you love me good, mmm, yeah

(dani overhears a conversation of will's teammates talking about them being together and it gives dani doubts about being with will. and then a few days later, she overhears some of the lacrosse freshman saying the same thing.)

"how does smitty date lady duke? like she's just so cold and antisocial and kinda bitchy and he's this like happy-go-lucky, kid in a candy store kind of person. like doesn't he get tired of dealing with that?" Connor says to Timmy.

Timmy says back, "I don't know what he sees in her but he's in love with her. and from what Lenny was saying, he has been for like 2 years. I agree though, how is happy and smiley will smith dating cold and stone faced dani duke. like she doesn't even smile when she's with him. I don't think I could ever do that."

"no for real. like I will never understand what will actually sees in her."

dani walks away after that comment. she's hurt to hear what will's teammates think of her relationship with him. but she also doesn't think they are wrong, she knows that she's cold and doesn't show her emotions often but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel things for will.

~a few days later~

dani is about to get out of the shower in the locker room when she hears voices and her name. one of the freshman girls, ali, is saying, "god I wish I was dani and dating will smith. like he's so hot and have you those curls. to die for."

"for real. like what does will even see in dani? she's very closed off and to herself. like we play on the same team as her and she's always at all of the team bonding events and stuff but I feel like I don't know her. I don't even know what she studies. like how does something has friendly and extroverted as will date such an introvert like dani? what do they even talk about?"

"it could have something to do with dani's twin brother?" Molly says.

alexa questions, "dani has a twin brother?"

molly nods,"yea. his name is ty, he plays hockey at michigan with her older brother dylan. I did a little social media dive into all the girls when I committed. they are all over her instagram with her sister but there's no sign of will. how long have they even been together?"

"I don't know. I didn't even know until I heard gabe's girlfriend talking about a double date. like we barely know dani and we spend all of our time with her so like there's no way that will knows enough about her to date her. there's no way anyone knows enough of anything about her to date her. let alone say that they love her."

she hears enough of what they are saying and storms out of the locker room and locks herself in her dorm for the night. and all she can hear in her head is everyone saying how she doesn't deserve will and that her personality is too cold for him and all the reasons that she shouldn't be with him.

and she can't help but believe them so she cries herself to sleep just thinking about everyone being right and will breaking up with her because he starts thinking it too.

I am a short fuse, I am a wreckin' ball, crashin' into your heart like I do, you're like a sunday mornin', full of grace and full of Jesus, I wish that I could be more like you

since dani has overheard not only her own teammates, but also will's teammates, having doubts about their relationship. dani has been short with everyone. including eden. will knows that something is wrong with dani and is doing everything he can to get her to talk to him but she won't budge.

she's just been going to lift, then class, then practice, then the library, and then her dorm without really talking much to anyone about anything. she's even shut her phone off.

will is upset at dani for avoiding him so he waits for her outside one of her classes and basically ambushes her. he sees her walk out and goes over to her, "dani, what's going with you?"

"what are you talking about will?"

"you've been avoiding me, hell you've been avoiding everyone. so what's going on, how can I help?" will says while he softly grabs her hand and gives a gentle squeeze.

dani looks down and rolls her eyes before saying, "nothing is wrong, I just have a lot on my plater with playoff coming up. I know that you get that. I promise I'm fine."

"then why haven't I heard from you?"

"because I shut my phone off so I could focus on everything that I need to do. I've been spending a lot of extra time on the turf and in the weight room to get ready for post season. I'm sorry I haven't texted you or seen you for a few days, I've just really been trying to dial in." dani says somewhat lying through her teeth.

she has been trying to focus on playoffs and but also avoiding will because she doesn't want him to know that people think they shouldn't be together.

will sighs, "I do get it dani. it just feels like your using that as an excuse to avoid me. I'm not saying that it's true but that's just how it feels. and if I did something wrong, I wanna know so that I can fix it and make things right."

"you didn't do anything wrong will. I promise. and I'm not avoiding you, or at least not trying too. I'm just trying to not let my team down in the playoffs and bring the natty home. I'm sorry, if it seems like I am avoiding you." dani says making eye contact with will. she even goes up on her tip toes to kiss him softly.

will smiles, "it's ok dani. I get it. how about tonight, I come over at like 9 and we just hang out? no phones, no teammates, just me and you and netflix or something?"

"sounds good. I gotta head to the turf, but I'll see you later." she says smiling. she kisses him one last time before rushing off to practice once again.

will still feels like there's something off with dani but she obviously doesn't wanna talk about so he's not gonna force her too. he just goes to her dorm for 9 like they talked about and dani even cuddled into will despite hating being touched.

I'm hard to love, hard to love, oh, I don't make it easy, 'nd I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood, I'm hard to love, hard to love, and you say that you need me, I don't deserve it, but I love that you love me good, love me good

will has finally reached a boiling point of dani shutting him out so one night as she's getting back to her dorm, he says to her, "hey dani. we need to talk."

"what's wrong will?"

"not out here. in your dorm." he says and follows behind her up to her dorm room. once inside, dani asks, "what's so urgent that you ambushed me at my dorm building?"

"us, dani. I know that you've been saying how you're just trying to focus on playoffs lately and I'm not saying that you're lying but I know that you aren't telling me the whole truth. did I do something and you've been pushing me away while you figured out how to break up with me?"

"no. that's not it at all. like not even close." dani says shocked that will thinks she is gonna break up with him. that's the farthest thing from the truth. she's afraid that he's gonna break up with her. she then says quietly, "I've been pushing you away because I'm afraid that you're gonna break up with me."

"what? how could you possibly think that dani? I'm so in love with you and I have been since I first saw you 3 years ago." will exclaims a little hurt that dani thinks he's breaking up with her.

dani lets his words sink in and starts crying. it's the first time will has ever seen her cry. she says through her tears, "it's just, we're such different personalities and I know that everyone wonders how and why were together and what you see in me and sometimes I wonder too. because I know I'm not the happiest or friendliest person and that I can be a bitch to everyone, especially you. and you are just so nice and thoughtful and loving and one of the best people I've ever met and I'm scared that you're gonna realize everyone is right and that we shouldn't be together and break up with me."

will's entire body softens seeing dani break down. he says softly, "hey, that's not gonna happen. I'm not breaking up with you. not now, not ever. I love you dani, there's not a whole of things that you could do that would change that."

"but why do you love me? what's so lovable about me? I'm quiet, I keep to myself, I don't let anyone in, so how can you know that you love me when you barely know me?" dani forces out.

"because I do know you dani. I know that you're favorite color is black because it's a color that matches with anything, I know that you wear your hair in the exact same style for every single game because you think it's good luck, I know that eden is your best friend in the whole world because she is the first friend you made in michigan, you see cutter like another brother because he's dating eden and although you don't think anyone is good enough for her you know that he treats her right, I know that you look up to alyssa and treat isla like the little sister that you always wanted, and I know that you don't let anyone in but I also know that you let me force myself in. and I know that because there's no way I'd know all of that stuff if I didn't know you. and I know that if you didn't have any sort of feelings for me, you never would've let me take you on a date or be my girlfriend. I know you so well dani duke, and I love every single part of you." will explains to her as he cups her face.

dani looks in his beautifully blue eyes and just sobs. she chokes out, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry will."

he pulls her in for a hug and just holds her tight, "hey, shhh. it's ok dani. it's ok." he tries calming her down by rubbing her back or his fingers through her hair. it works a little bit but she's still crying pretty hard. he says softly, "baby, I need you to breathe for me. we're ok, I promise, I just need you to breathe dani."

"I'm sorry for pushing you away and thinking you were gonna break up with me." dani chokes out.

will makes her look at him and he says softly, "what made you think that I was gonna break up with you?"

"a few weeks ago, I heard your teammates talking about us being together and how they didn't know how you put with me and what you saw in me. and then a few days after that, a few of the freshman on the lax team were saying similar things and how I spend all this time with them and they barely know me so how can you know that love you me if my own teammates don't even know I have siblings. and it got all in my head and I started thinking that they might've been right." dani explains.

will sighs, "why didn't you tell me?"

"because I didn't want you to hear it and then agree and break up with me. because I didn't want them to be right or to cause any problems. it's your teammates and my teammates were talking about here. we spend so much time with them and so we can't have problems or issues."

"I don't care if they are on the same team as me. I love you and you're my girlfriend, they don't get an opinion on who I date. only I do, and I wanna be with you. I love you dani, and no one else."

"I know you do. and someday, I'll be ready to tell you the same but I'm just not there yet."

"I know. I can read you like an open book dani, I know how you feel and it doesn't matter if you aren't ready to say it yet. that's never gonna change how I feel." will says smiling at her.

she smiles back and hugs him tightly. she mumbles against his chest, "I'm sorry for pushing you away. I'm just not good at this whole girlfriend thing."

"it's ok baby. and you need to give yourself more credit, you're a great girlfriend. I love you, and I know that you'll tell me when you're ready."

dani smiles and kisses him softly. will pulls away and says, "so how does watching a movie sound? unless, you need me too how you how much I really love you?" he smirks by the end of his question with an eyebrow raised.

dani smacks his chest playfully, "absolutely not. no sex until I win the natty. I gotta focus."

"you're joking?" he exclaims. dani playfully rolls her eyes, "it's 3 weeks, you can last. but a movie and maybe some cuddling sounds good." she says hopefully. he nods and they get in bed with a cheesy rom com that dani picked.

she falls asleep like 20 minutes in but will keeps the movie on in case she wakes up. he kisses her head and whispers, "I love you so much and I will do everything in my power to make you believe it."

#will smith hockey #danielle duke #will x dani

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sylvienerevarine · 2 months ago

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Sujamma Sundas

Thank you for the tag, @dirty-bosmer!! I shall tag @thequeenofthewinter, @oblivions-dawn, @blossom-adventures, and @stormbeyondreality

Topic: This week, Sujamma wants to know about YOUR OC's special someone. What makes their relationship special? How did they meet? Were they enemies to lovers? Lovers to enemies? Lovers AND Enemies? Are they romantic or platonic? What's their favorite way to cuddle? Favorite date night? Anything and everything you can think of 💕

This week I'll be sharing a bit about my Hero of Kvatch/Sheogorath, Sacha Llervu, and her Dark Seducer girlfriend/bodyguard/assistant Nelrene.

The two met when Sacha, chock-full of trauma over her BFF turning into a dragon statue, stumbled into the Shivering Isles and got recruited by old Sheo himself.

Being the sad goth girlie that she is, Sacha wound up spending a lot of time in the House of Dementia, and agreed to help the Duchess figure out who or what was conspiring against her.

If you remember this quest, you'll probably remember that Nelrene was a crucial part of this conspiracy. Why? Because Duchess Syl was having an affair with that tacky Duke of Mania and it was gross for everyone.

Sacha solved the conspiracy, but managed to keep Nelrene from any significant consequences, because she thought Nellie was fun and had spirit.

Later, of course, Sacha takes over as the Duchess, and keeps Nellie on as head of security. They essentially have the following conversation: Sacha: So you're not going to assassinate me, right? Nelrene: Depends. Are you going to bang the Duke of Mania? Sacha: He's not a woman, so no. Nelrene: Great. Want to make out?

They are essentially a couple from that point forward.

As they're both immortal daedra, they don't have a particularly exclusive relationship, but they do genuinely love each other and have a lot of fun together.

When Sacha is going through one of her phases where she's essentially becoming the old Sheo and forgetting herself, Nelrene takes it upon herself to intervene. "hey milady we haven't annoyed any of your great-nieces in a while, want to go on a trip?"

#oblivion #oc: sacha #nelrene

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nicohischierz · 1 year ago

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the start of something new: tyler duke

tagging: @ivy-34, @francesfarhadi, @hzstry8, @cixrosie, @itsnotgray, @estapa94, @trevs-swiftie, @heartz4hisch

tyler duke was the bane of your existence.

but he was also the only one who could help you even talk to the guy you were interested in.

when the younger duke brother approached you about tutoring him in biology, he had come with the ultimatum of helping you get with his teammate and friend.

“y/n l/n, what is going on between you and tyler duke?” your friend and cutter gauthier girlfriend asked.

you looked at her baffled, your eyebrows raised and head cocked to the side.

at that moment cutter, rutger and tyler walked over to you and sarah.

tyler stood next to you, cutter next to sarah and rutger in between the two couples.

"so y/n/n, now that you and duker are dating are we going to see you at the rink more?" rutger asked.

"rutger, remember i told you we're keeping it on the down low," tyler chastised.

the duke boy gave you a quick look before turning to his friends. rutger smiled and put his hands up in surrender.

you didn't get to say anything else as the bell rang and sarah dragged you to class without the boys.

since the morning you'd only seen tyler twice and never got to talk to him about your arrangement until it was the end of school.

"did you drive?" he asked.

you nodded and he smiled taking your hand in his. you tried staying put but tyler was stronger as he dragged you to the parking lot, gesturing for you to point to your car.

"tyler why the fuck do our friends think we're dating?" you asked immediately.

"jesus women, i don't know. cutter said he saw us on friday and then frank thought we were dating and they didn't take no for an answer," he explained quickly.

you groaned, hitting your head on the headrest.

"oh and my mum might also think we're dating because of the guys," he added.

you didn't say anything and instead continued driving to the duke house. tyler thought about what he could say without meeting his death but decided against anything.

"oh y/n/n, thank you so much for helping tyler," sharon thanked you, giving you a hug.

you hugged the older woman back, embracing her warmth. "of course mrs duke, anything for a friend," you forced the last bit out.

sharon wiggled her eyebrows at the two of you.

"okay mum, y/n and i are going to study," tyler excused the two of you.

not even give minutes later, tyler's mum came into his room with snacks and a question. "sweetie, you and your family are still coming over for thanksgiving right?"

you shrugged, in all honesty, your parents were out of town to celebrate thanksgiving with your sister and her boyfriend leaving you back at home because you had school.

"mum and dad went to see kayla," you answered, not really saying you were coming but also saying not saying you weren't.

sharon nodded. she was about to talk to ellen about making sure you come over seeing as your houses were next door to each other.

tyler knew his mother was going to make you come for lunch but he didn't want to ruin the fun so he stayed quiet, listening to you explain mitosis.

that's how you found yourself sat in between tyler and luke on thanksgiving surrounded by luke's teammates.

"so tyler and y/n/n, what's this i hear you guys are dating?" dylan asks.

you choke on your piece of turkey and luke spits his drink out as tyler tries to help you.

"where are you hearing this bullshit?" you asked.

dylan sealed his lips "i'm not revealing my secrets," he joked.

luke looked between you and tyler, the latter having his arm around your shoulder. the last time he spoke to you, you were cursing the ground tyler walked on. so saying luke was confused was a huge understatement.

"when did this happen?" luke asked, going into older brother mode.

although you were panicking a little as you and tyler never truly discussed the change in your relationship the younger duke brother had everything under control.

"lasy summer. when you guys went out one day, y/n/n and I headed out to get ice cream together. we decided that since it was our senior year we'd put a stop to the whole hating each other thing. after that I asked her out to the arcade," tyler answered.

you stared at him in awe.

'was the trip to the arcade really a date or did tyler make it up?' you thought to yourself

#the long game au #tyler duke imagine #nicohischierz writes

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katefiction · 1 year ago

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Those eyes (Prologue - Chapter 3) by @a-lifelessface [English]

Thank you so much to @clmarelich0824 for the translation!

Prologue

Everyone around William makes an immense pressure for him to find a woman and get married. He needs to build a family, have heirs. Parliament panics just imagining a King without a Queen. William is the first in the line of succession to the throne for 20 years, has had dozens of girlfriends, but has never assumed any publicly or been close to proposing something more serious. William's problem is not because he is too selective or did not find the women good enough for him, it turns out that William wants to get married for love. He wants to marry someone who truly loves him and whom he loves back, not only because he is a prince and future king of England, but because he is only him: William Wales.

The first rays of London spring sun appear through the heavy curtain of the luxurious room of the future king of England making him wake up once again alone. It's always been like that.

This morning I have an appointment at the National Gallery in London, we will inaugurate a new exhibition in honor of my grandfather, His Royal Highness, Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. My grandfather loved art and I loved my grandfather, I was very excited to get to know this new space in his honor.

The days when I go out to make official appointments are always very hectic, I always kept calm and took everything lightly and in a good mood, but today for some reason I felt totally different, I was anxious, my heart was restless and I had no idea why.

Getting out of the car, I fix my tie and close the button of my perfectly aligned blue suit, I wave to some people there on the street who shouted my name non-stop.

Walking through the Museum, I began to contemplate that place, each work had its particular value, some were historical, others of cultural, artistic and even sentimental value. Sentimental? That's how I felt this morning.

I had never fallen in love before and I always wanted it to happen. I always wanted to feel the emotion of the unknown, the expectation and all the nuances of love.

And then I saw her.

She was standing, holding some folders and was totally oblivious to my presence.

My heart stopped, my breath failed and she hadn't even looked in my direction yet.

I, who always waited for that moment, now had no idea what to do.

“Hello everyone!” he said drawing the attention of the seven people who were in the room. I was nervous and couldn't stop looking at her.

Upon hearing my greeting, she raised her face and looked towards me, her mouth opened in a discreet smile, her green eyes shone when she saw me.

She was beautiful, incredibly beautiful.

I was paralyzed, my mind couldn't formulate sentences and I couldn't even remember what I went to do in that place.

“Sir? William, are you okay?” I heard my secretary calling me.

Who is this brunette? How did she manage to do this to me? I need to act immediately, before anyone realizes what just happened.

“Yes, I'm fine. Let's go! Before the inauguration, I want to meet all of you.” I swallowed it dry and started talking non-stop, moving my arms like a pathetic teenager. God, I was lost.

Rob looked at me confused, finding it strange (rightly) my sudden change in behavior. Then we entered the room and he introduced me one by one of those present, until it was her turn.

“Sir, this is Catherine Middleton, she is the Art History teacher and employee here at the Museum.” Rob spoke formally.

“Hello, Catherine! What a pleasure to meet you.” I said smiling and extending his hand to greet her.

“Hello, sir.” She smiled back, taking my hand.

I could feel the sweet touch of her cold fingers on my warm skin. The contrast was evident and it was a wonderful feeling.

“Wow, what cold hands you have.” I commented making your bright eyes widen.

“They say that those who have cold hands are because they have a warm heart.” Catherine said letting go of my hand.

She looked at me so intensely and I couldn't stop smiling.

I'm not sure how long that commitment would last, but I'm sure of one thing: My life turned into the minute I laid my eyes on her.

Chapter 1

“Chances are poetically more charming if you feel the connection only with an exchange of glances.”

“Have you been working here for a long time, Catherine?” I said cordially.

“I've been working here since I graduated four years ago”

“That's amazing! And have you always liked art?” I took a risk. I was delighted and really wanted to know everything about her, but during work and in front of other people it would be totally inappropriate for me to ask so many personal questions.

“Yes, it has always been one of the things I've always liked.” she said at the same time as she put the folders on the table and removed a sheet of paper from inside one of them. “Here, Your Highness! This will be the schedule of visits to the exhibition Prince Philip: A Celebration. I loved your grandfather and it was an honor for me to organize the whole exhibition. The painting he painted of Queen Elizabeth is simply charming.” she extended the sheet to me, giving me the chance to come one more step closer towards her. I took the leaf, daring to touch your hand once again, even if for seconds pretending to be an accidental act.

“My grandfather was an exceptional person. I can't wait to see the space.” I took my eyes off the paper, to look into her eyes and she looked at me so intensely that I even wondered if she looked at other people like that, I hoped not. My grandmother was very lucky.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get to know it, then.” She said taking us out of that trance. “John? You're the one who's going to introduce the prince.” the room was silent, and everyone looked in my direction, except for her who was now looking at John.

I quickly got out of my state of stupor, I looked at my secretary who was now already pointing to the door, he was with John by his side. I turned my gaze again to the brunette and said:

“But aren't you going to present? “I just let go and immediately felt my cheeks warm up. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

“No, my work is more internal, who presents things here is John. He is the guide.” she answered and I could see in her eyes how confused she was with my question.

“Ah, I get it. Even if you're not going to present, that doesn't stop you from following us, does it? I make a point of having your presence... It's... The presence of everyone here.” he said pulling his tie.

“Okay, I'll be there.” she said smiling, but for some reason I saw a certain sadness in her eyes. Something wasn't right there.

I shook my head trying to organize my thoughts and decided to forget all this, I needed to focus on my work now. I was there for my grandfather.

Leaving that office, John was chattering about other works of the Museum and I had to pretend to be interested. We arrived at the hall where the exhibition was organized for my grandfather. Several people were present for the inauguration, everyone's attention was focused on me when I entered the salon. John stepped forward, climbed on the small stage and with an extremely annoying sympathy began to speak.

“Good morning everyone. I want to welcome His Royal Highness, The Prince of Wales, it is a great pleasure to have you here this morning.” John pointed to my direction and I reciprocate with a nod and gentle smile. “This spring, the National Gallery will present a special exhibition to celebrate the remarkable life and legacy of his Royal Highness, Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. The themes explored in Prince Philip: A Celebration include the beginning of the prince's life and naval career, his role as a consort and his support for the sovereign at home and abroad. The exhibitions will also focus on the sponsorships and comprehensive associations of His Royal Highness, including sport, science and industry, conservation and environment, art and collecting, and encouraging younger generations. Finally, I would like to call here ahead, the Prince of Wales.” Everyone clapped their hands for John's little speech and I found myself thinking that if it was her talking, everything would be more interesting, even my grandfather would agree with me. Walking to John, I greeted him and got closer to the microphone.

“My grandfather was an extraordinary man, a man with a lot of honor, service and an excellent sense of humor. I feel lucky that I have not only your example to guide me, but also his lasting presence in my life. His life was an example of dedication to the country, the crown and my grandmother. Today we are here to contemplate his legacy and it is a real honor for me to be part of it. Thank you!” Everyone applauded.

“In addition to the charm, I wish I had inherited the gift of painting, but it definitely didn't work out.” I couldn't finish without making a joke. Everyone laughed.

During my speech I looked at the small crowd in that hall and couldn't find it. I went towards the tape and cut it, flashes and clapping filled the place.

After a few minutes I was already talking to some people until Rob tells me that we are going to take pictures with the Museum staff. In front of my grandfather's painting and the painting made by him very well placed in a place of honor, everyone was already waiting for me, including her. I noticed that she was at the end of the last row, next to her was John whispering something in her ear. I hurried to get to your side, but I was prevented by Newton, the general manager of the Museum who asked me to stay in the middle of everyone in the last row. I passed by her and John, with great regret.

I positioned myself in the place assigned to me and everyone smiled at the photo. The inauguration was a success.

It was time to leave, I was looking for her in the salon and the woman just disappeared, I said goodbye to everyone with a smile on my face. I wanted to say goodbye to Catherine, I wanted to at least talk to her once again, but I couldn't go out looking for her through the Museum, the place was huge and I definitely couldn't ask for her, it would be reckless and too risky. After all, what did that mean? I just met this woman, I know absolutely nothing about her, why the hell am I so obsessed? No, I'm not like that. I needed to get out of there immediately.

On the way back, with Rob next to me, we got into the car, as soon as we left in front of the building Rob started laughing.

“What is it? What happened?” I questioned.

“You” said Rob in the midst of laughter “, you wouldn't stop looking at the brunette girl with green eyes. What's her name again?”

“Catherine, her name is Catherine.” I answered

“A-ha! I remembered her name, I just wanted to know if you confirmed that you kept an eye on her.”

“Rob, don't be ridiculous! I remember the names of all the people you introduced me to today. Another thing... It would be impossible not to remember a beautiful woman.”

Rob raised his arms as a sign of surrender and said ironically: “If you're saying, who am I to disagree.”

“That's why I don't tell you things, you're unbearable.”

“Oh, come on! Were you interested? I can get her contact.

“Well, please. I'm not 12 years old. I don't want you to do anything for me.” He simply said. I was already getting nervous about all that questioning. Although it was a good idea to get her contact, I didn't want it to be that way.

“Calm down, William. I was just kidding. I'm not going to invade the girl's privacy.” Rob looked at me a little worried.

“I'm sorry Rob, this morning was too hectic. Forget the girl, it was no big deal.” He said trying to calm him down.

My own voice echoed in my mind "Forget the girl, it was no big deal." How could I forget? Did I want to forget? The feeling and the shiver I felt when I looked at her for the first time. Her hair falling like waterfalls on her back, her face concentrated, and when she looked at me, I even lost my breath. God, I've never felt that before. What about the cold touch of your hands? I wanted more of that. What is that? Passion? I can only be a fool for falling in love with someone I don't know.

“William? William? Hello, land calling William!” Rob put his hands in front of me, taking me out of the daydream.

“What is it now?!” I exclaimed.

“My God, what a bad mood! I’m calling you to find out if you really want to stay at KP or are you going somewhere else?” He said in a provocative tone.

“I'll stay at KP.” I shook my head with the intention of stopping thinking. I can't allow myself to be distracted like that, let alone take it out on Rob. He has been so loyal to me, I can't be ungrateful that way. So I decided to change the subject, to distract my mind until I got home soon.”Rob, what are the commitments of the week?”

“Ah, you have five…” He began to detail everything and I was making mental notes during the rest of the course.

Now sitting in my office I couldn't think of anything other than those beautiful blue eyes. When I heard your voice today at the Museum, a million feelings came back to the fore like a hurricane in my chest, and I had no idea what to do. The way he spoke to me made me confused, does he talk to everyone like that? I can't dare to deceive myself with this, he was just being nice for God's sake.

I still can't believe it had to be John who presented the exhibition to him, I worked for three long months to make everything perfect and he simply stole my work because he didn't accept our breakup. I can't stand his blackmail anymore, I need to find a way to...

“Kate, you have everything! The prince wouldn't take his eyes off you!” August said, calling my attention.

“Oh, don't even tell me! For a moment I thought he would take you home, oops! Not a house, a palace.” John said with disdain.

“Well, don't be ridiculous! He was just being nice. He spoke to everyone in the same way.” I spoke firmly.

“Kate, he said his hands are cold, I never imagined he would make a comment like that.” August laughed, making me laugh too. “And you replied that you have a warm heart, I had to hold back so as not to laugh.”

“I got nervous! I couldn't even think of answering it.” My cheeks burned with shame, remembering what I said.

“You loved the attention he gave to you! Gold Digger” John shouted, making the room in complete silence.

“John!” August scolded him. And I made a signal for August to stop and turned in front of John.

“What's your problem? I was being nice, like everyone else here. What did you want? That I was rude to him? I'm not like you, you were wanting to get his attention, that's why you stole my presentation!” I spit out the words. Everyone in the office watched the little show.

“I am the guide! You said that to him yourself.” John shot me with his eyes.

“You know very well that this is not quite how things work! I worked so hard to fix everything and you wanted to present it just because it was for a member of royalty. You disturbed me so much that I ended up giving in, and now you come to accuse me of something that is not true? Spare me, John. I'm tired of you.” My eyes filled with tears, my body trembled with hatred. I didn't want to cry in front of anyone, so I took my bag and left the office, I was sick of that conversation.

I heard August calling me, he seemed worried about me, but I ran through the halls of the Museum without looking back.

The night came, everything was very calm at that time, but in two different places, two hearts pulsed in the same tune, connected through thoughts.

William, in his bed. Catherine, in hers.

Both hoping that sleep would come and could plunge into dreams, in the hope that they would come true and calm this whirlwind of sensations.

The little meeting today touched on a feeling that has been forgotten for years in Catherine's chest, unlike William who experienced it for the first time. Will chance smile at them? Only time will tell.

Chapter 2

“Being observant most of the time is a gift.”

After the visit to the Museum, the rest of William's week was full of work, he made four other appointments and was on his way to the last one of this week.

In addition to being extremely kind and charismatic, William was very committed to his royal duties and the British adored him for it.

With his dark jeans, cap and vest from the Big Issue sellers, Prince William went to spend the morning in the city of Westminster, walking along Rochester Row selling magazines to help the homeless.

The blue sky and the spring air made everything poetically more pleasant, the morning although hectic was being great for William, who approached the people who walked down the street at that time.

“Prince William?” said a lady carrying a small bag of fruit.

“Yes?” he replied, with a nice smile.

“I can't believe it! Are you sure it's you?

“Of course I'm sure it's me.” said the prince.

“I remember when you were born!” said the enchanted lady

“Ah, it was a really remarkable day.” he said mockingly. William reached out to greet her.

“You're just like your mother. What are you doing here?” he asked, while holding the prince's hand.

“We are selling magazines. Look, my colleagues there...” said pointing to other people in red vests “are people in a less favored situation, everyone is working honestly thanks to Big Issue, which offers this opportunity.”

“Oh, that's amazing!

“The mission is to dismantle poverty by creating opportunities, through self-help, social commerce and business solutions. Each seller is a microentrepreneur who is working, not begging, it is vitally important that buyers take their copy. So, are you going to buy one or two magazines?”William spoke with a smile on his face.

“For me I would buy all the magazines if you were to have tea with me.” you joked. William laughed.

“It would be an honor for me to have tea with you, but at the moment, I'm working. Not to mention that...” he held the smiling lady's shoulder and leaned closer to her. “I was forbidden to flirt during work

“It will be our little secret!” she said happily. “I'll take two magazines.”

“You are a charming woman.” said William handing the magazines in her hand.

“Thank you very much!” answered the older one with tears in her eyes.

Noticing the commotion of that lady, William asked for permission and hooked her arm on his.

”Are you going to cross the street?”

“Yes, I live around that corner.” she replied, pointing with her head.

“I noticed that more people are passing by that side and as I'm working and I can't accept your invitation to tea, at least I can accompany you to cross the street.” he said as they started walking.

“You are wonderful. A pride for our country. Lucky for the woman who marries you, young man. I hope you find it soon.” William politely listened to her words, and when he arrived on the other side of the street he looks back and sees that beautiful brunette with green eyes, walking on the side opposite his. William loses his breath.

The brunette notices that he saw him and then looks away.

William turns his attention to the lady next to him.

“Thank you for your help and great company!” your voice comes out a little flawed. Say goodbye to the nice lady with a hug. He looks back in the direction of the woman he saw seconds ago and can't find it.

In a somewhat curious attitude, he searches in all directions without success. How could she have disappeared in a matter of seconds.

"My God, it's not possible. I wonder if I was imagining it?" He wondered in his head.

Five days had passed since the meeting at the Museum and as much as William was busy with the commitments of the week, every night before bed she surrounded her thoughts, no matter how much William tried in every way to keep her away, her image returned like a magnet in her head. Catherine raising her face and looking at him, a small smile forming on her lips. It was so nice to look at. William wanted more of that, but how?

After Prince William's visit to the Museum, Catherine's week was full of work, as always. In addition to working at the National Gallery, Catherine teaches twice a week at Richmond The American International University. Everything in Catherine's life happened very quickly and she was always very grateful for all the opportunities that life gave her.

Everything was fine, except for the restlessness in his chest since the meeting with a certain prince, it was only a few minutes of conversation, but this caused him a whirlwind of thoughts. That beautiful pair of blue eyes did not leave his head, the way he smiled looking directly into his eyes. Catherine wanted more of that, but how? She found him completely inaccessible, not to mention that in her head he would never be interested in a mere teacher.

Catherine was walking towards the Shepherds Bookbinders store and then went to the University where she was teaching that day.

Around the corner she saw him talking to a lady. Was it him? It could only be him. Even wearing a red cap and vest, she would recognize him. She was good at it.

Catherine kept walking towards him, observing how penetrated he was in the conversation. She looked at him in admiration and when he was almost getting close, he hooked the lady's arm on his and helped her cross the street. Catherine lamented but found that gesture adorable. She couldn't stop staring at it, it was a necessity. And out of nowhere, he sees her.

Catherine loses her breath with the weight of her gaze. Because she gets nervous about that connection, she looks away, breaking her eye contact. When he turns his attention to you, Catherine runs into the store.

“Good morning! How can I help you?” said the saleswoman

“Oh, hi. Good morning!” Catherine responds a little panting with her hands on her chest. “Yeah, I... I came to pick up an album that I had bound. My name is Catherine.”

“Oh, right. I'll check if it's already ready.” She said while moving the computer. “Did you see who is here on the street today?

“Here on the street? Who?” Catherine looked out the window.

“Prince William” the young saleswoman continued smiling. “He is even more handsome in person.”

“Oh yeah? I didn't see him.” She replied trying to sound indifferent. “What is he doing here? Usually when he is somewhere there is always a police force.”

“He's selling magazines with the Big Issue people. My friend said he came by surprise, nothing was announced.

“That's cool.” Catherine kept looking out the window, trying to see him.

“Your album is ready. Just a moment I'll get it for you.” said the saleswoman going towards the door at the back of the store. Catherine nodded.

When the saleswoman left, Catherine went to the door of the store and watched him from afar. William was on the opposite corner of the store and looked in all directions. She watched him.

“He's tall, right?” Catherine jumped when she heard the saleswoman's voice.

“My God, what a scare!” He Exclaimed. “I didn't hear you arrive.

“Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Here's your product.” The young woman stretched a small box towards Catherine

“Ah, thank you very much!” She smiled.

“I thank you.” The saleswoman spoke with a nice smile

“Have a good day!” She said goodbye leaving the store and going in the opposite direction of William.

The National Gallery

After spending the rest of the morning and early afternoon teaching, Catherine went to the National Gallery.

It was after half past eight in the evening when John entered the room where Catherine was cataloging some works.

“Hi, beautiful. Go home, we're almost closing.” he spoke sweetly, while leaning on the counter very close to Catherine.

“Oh, hi. What time is it?” she continued to catalog without looking at him.

“8:35PM. You need to rest, Kate. I can take you away and then I'll make you relax. What do you think?” John used his softer tone and dared to caress Kate's shoulders, who retreated a little.

“John, we are no longer together, you can't come in here and act as if nothing had happened.” Her tone was firm.

“Kate, I'll never get tired of saying that I'm sorry for everything I've done. You have to give me one more chance. I can make you happy. We're great together.” he whispered, taking his hand.

“No, John. All we did was hurt each other.” His voice sounded tired.

“Do you like another Kate? Be honest with me. I don't want to lose you. I know I made a mistake, I said a lot of shit, I did a lot of shit. You don't deserve this, but angel, I can improve.” John begged. Catherine now looked him straight in the eye.

“John, I like you, but not the same way you say you like me. The time we spent together made this more than clear to me. And when we finished, you started harming my work here.” Catherine let out a heavy breath. “You know how hard I tried to gain my space in this place, you more than anyone should be by my side, not against me.”

“Kate, I'm sorry. I don't know why I acted like this before, I can talk to Newton about it, and in the...”

“I don't want you to talk to Newton about anything.” Catherine cut him off.

“All right, I don't speak, but please excuse me Kate, I was jealous. You're too bright, I couldn't stand the way the prince looked at you.” John murmured, shaking her hands even more. Catherine looked at him shocked.

“If you don't like my shine, you shouldn't want to be with me. I'm not going to diminish myself to fit into anyone's world. And you know I don't have any contact with the prince. That's ridiculous.” he said moving away from John.

“Kate, please! We can make it work.” John was looking for her hands again.

“No, John. There are no more opportunities . We will only be co-workers, everything that happened was a mistake. “. Catherine said.

“Mistake?! That's not what you told me when you were in my bed.” John spat out the words with disdain. Catherine was breathing with difficulty.

“How dare you?! John, how dare you say that?! And you still want me to come back with you!” Catherine laughed in disgust. “ You suck! Get out of my way!” Catherine screamed. “Get out!”

“Oh Kate, no! That's not how I wanted it to end, I didn't mean that! I'm sorry! I'm going to change, I'll never say that again, I promise! ― John jumped in front of her, holding her by the shoulders.

“Let me go, John! I don't want to! Get out!” Catherine screamed, and tried to get rid of his arms. “Please!” John let her go.

She looked at him with so much contempt that he didn't have the courage to say anything else. John left the room, leaving Catherine behind.

Catherine sat down, with her hands on her head taking a deep breath. She wanted to cry, but she didn't allow herself to let any tears escape. After a few minutes, she got up, let go of her hair, took her things and walked towards the street.

The rest of William's day was quiet, after spending the morning on the streets of Westminster, selling magazines, taking selfies and talking to people in the area, he had lunch with his brother and spent the afternoon in his office.

After dark, William wanted to vent so he had the idea of taking his motorcycle and going out through the streets of the city. When he was driving, William felt free. He needed that.

William wanted to go out alone, needed to think and didn't want to be interrupted, so he sent a message to Rob saying he would take a motorcycle ride and soon come back.

Taking his jacket and helmet, William got on the motorcycle dismissing all the security guards.

Upon leaving through the gate, William went in the north direction of Kensington Palace Gardens and turned right on Bayswater Rd, at that time the traffic was already quiet and he was increasing more and more speed on the practically empty highway. Continuing on the A4202, turned left at Piccadilly, William didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to empty his mind. On the left again he arrived at The Mall, starting to feel the adrenaline passing all over his body, turned left on Marlborough Rd and again to the left St James's St/A4. He could feel his cold body, his breath interrupted when an idea came into his mind. Turned right towards Pall Mall/A4, continued on Whitcomb St, and one last time turned left on Whitcomb St and then on St Martin's St. Throughout the journey, only one face appeared in his head, hers. William spotted the National Gallery and slowed down. There he was again, where it all had started. He didn't know for sure why he had gone there, he just followed his heart. He parked the bike, and looked at the clock, it was 9:05 p.m., he mentally calculated and realized that it only took 15 minutes to get to that part of the city, the traffic was really quiet. William took off his helmet because at that time there was practically no one walking around there, the chance of him being recognized was small.

William began to walk towards the staircase and as he looked forward he saw her. Again. It was the third time, and just like the other times, he lost his breath. She wore a red coat, her hair swayed as she walked.

William didn't want to miss the opportunity to talk to Catherine, at least once again.

He hurried the step by jumping a few steps to get close to the fourth column, where she walked slowly. William wanted to approach her but did not want to scare the girl, so he stepped forward in front of her field of vision, where the light could give a glimpse of her presence.

When Catherine saw the shadow, she raised her head and saw it. His eyes connected and with two more steps, William stopped in front of him.

“Hi.” William smiled. “I didn't want to scare you.” He completed, scratching the back of his neck.

“What are you doing here?” Catherine widened her eyes.

“I don't know.” William laughed nervously. “Sorry, I shouldn't have approached you.”

“No, that's fine.” Catherine hurried to say, taking a step in his direction.

“I wish I had said goodbye to you that day.” William put his hand in his pocket.

“So you came here today to say goodbye to me?” she finally smiled. Making William smile too.

“In fact, I went for a motorcycle ride to relax and ended up getting here. It's... Sorry, you make me nervous... I don't know what to say, you... My God... I can't stop thinking about you.” William looked at her. Catherine held her breath.

”Sorry, but I still don't understand why you came. ― Catherine spoke softly.

“I came to see you.” William whispered.

“Ah.” she couldn't stop looking at those blue irises, which shone in a way she had never seen before.

“If I asked you out, would you accept it?” he asked.

“Would you go out with a stranger?” she raised one of her eyebrows and William thought it was adorable.

“I know you.

“You don't know, no.” she said in a tone of defiance.

“Your name is Catherine Middleton, you have a degree in Art History, you have worked here at the Museum since you graduated four years ago. You loved my grandfather, besides being a teacher you probably also do something with photography. And I can't fail to mention that you were at Shepherds Bookbinders today.” William took his hands out of his pocket and pretended to breathe relieved, making her smile openly.

“How do you know I'm a photographer?”

“You're carrying a camera, I confess that this was just a kick. And about the store, before you ask I saw you and my confirmation is the small box you are carrying.” she looked at you in amazing.

“You're very observant, aren't you?

“Yes, and I couldn't help but notice that you have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.” he said timidly making Catherine laugh. The sound of her laughter, although low, hit him deep in his chest. Everything seemed right when I heard that sound.

“I don't know what I should call you.” confessed the brunette.

“Call me William.” he smiled.

“William.” she whispered. He bit his lip.

“Catherine, so will you go out with me?” he whispered. She nodded and William needed a lot of self-control not to jump off the sidewalk.

“Can you give me your contact?” said taking the cell phone out of her pocket and unlocking it, and in a daring act Catherine took the cell phone from his hand and type down the number and returned it with a small smile.

William looked at the number saved with the name "Kate" shining on his phone.

“It's already late, I don't want to take your time anymore. Are you going home?” Catherine was surprised to look at the time.

“My God, I can't miss the bus.” she started to move frantically.

“I'm on a motorcycle and I only brought a helmet.” William turned pale. “My God, where's my helmet?” he began to look desperately everywhere.

“You came to me with nothing in your hands.” she said in a tone of concern. “Didn't you leave it on the bike?”

“Hmm, it could be... “ he breathed a sigh of relief. “Shall we go then? I'd love to give you a ride, but I only brought a helmet, and I can't put our lives in danger by walking around.” he stretched out his arms pointing in the direction

“I won’t even get on a motorcycle dead.” she said with disdain.

“Oh stop, it's a lot of fun. Next time I'll bring you a helmet.” he said trying to convince the brunette, who was already walking next to you and denying it with her head.

“Can I?” he pointed to the bag that was on Catherine's shoulders. She nodded and he took it off her shoulders, putting it on yours. They walked slowly side by side, in a comfortable silence to his motorcycle.

“Catherine, it was a pleasure to talk to you.” he said in a low tone.

“It was a pleasure talking to you.” She smiled again.

“I'll call you so we can schedule it, okay?” he said handing the bag to her again.

“Okay.” she said leaving. And when he was already a few steps away, he heard his voice.

“Kate!” William called her making her look back. “You have no idea how long I waited for this.”

She just smiled. And William felt as if the whole world had been in slow motion.

Chapter 3

“The day William felt he could be himself and was not worried about being anything different from that.”

Chelsea, London

Not far from the one who invaded her dreams, Catherine woke up for another spring Saturday.

Catherine slept so well that she didn't even mind waking up so early on a day off, still lying in her bed she went over the events of the night before.

Yesterday when I was leaving the Museum, Catherine just wanted to get home and cry to sleep, but William showed up and everything changed. William. For some reason, after talking, Catherine no longer thought of him as Prince William. I could only think of the man who went to her work to see her, the one who remembered everything she said to him, the one who with 10 minutes of conversation made her totally forget all the confusion with John, the one who has the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen and who asked if she would go out with him. Everything seemed like a dream.

Catherine had just turned on the television when she heard her phone ring. When she picked up her cell phone, she noticed a different number. Catherine immediately opened a smile. It could only be him.

“Hello?”

“Catherine? Good morning.” a smiling voice sounded on the other side of the line. “It's William.”

“Yes? Good morning.” She replied smiling.

“You have a sleepy voice, did I wake you up?”

“No, I was already awake but I confess that I'm still lying down. And you, why are you up so early?”

“I just woke up, I have to leave in a little while, but before doing anything I needed to talk to you.” Catherine melted when she heard this.

“What do you have to tell me?”

“First I want to know if you arrived well last night, I ended up delaying you and I'm sorry I didn't take you home.”

“I arrived well, don't worry about it, I wouldn't accept a motorcycle ride, anyway.”

“Why?”

“I've never even climbed a motorcycle.”

“For everything there is a first time, I promise you it will be fun.”

“I'll think about your case.”

“Perfect. So... Kate? I can call you that, right? After all, that's the name you put on my phone.” She laughed when she heard him. His morning laugh made William sit on the bed

“Yes, you can call me Kate, it's like most people call it.

“Right, Kate. Seriously, I called you to let you know that I wanted to take you to dinner at the best restaurant in London and do everything the right way, the way you deserve it, but I don't want to expose you. I don't want the press behind you just for having dinner with me. Do you understand?” Catherine until that moment, had not even thought about the press, nor on display, about anything related to it.

“We don't need to go to a restaurant. I don't care about these things, William.”

“Good to hear that.” He sighed. “We can meet somewhere more private, I'll take the food and a wine. What do you think?”

“Why don't we meet at the Museum? I know a place there that can give us privacy.”

“At the moment I can't think of anything more perfect.”

“Neither do I, William.”

“Monday, then? What time are you free?”

“I'll be free at 8 p.m.”

“I'll be waiting for you at 8 p.m. Actually, I can't wait to see you again, Kate.” Confessed William.

“You surprised me, you know?”

“Why?” Catherine heard a lower tone.

“I never imagined that you would come looking for me and out of nowhere you showed up.”

“I wish I had gone on the first day. Rob told me that I couldn't disguise it, sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” She laughed.

“You made me nervous but not uncomfortable, for some reason it's so easy to talk to you.”

“Do you think so?”

“Yes.”

“So why did you run away?”

“I didn't run away.”

“Yes, he ran away.”

“No.”

“You're stubborn.”

“And you're annoying.” He laughed.

“You're beautiful.”

“You are too.”

“Kate.”

“William.”

“So you think I'm beautiful?”

“You're very convinced, you know?”

“You have no idea.” She laughed.

“You are unbearable.”

“That way you hurt my heart.”

“That's the intention, since I can't hit you on the phone.”

“What a delight to be beaten by a beautiful woman.”

“Idiot. I'll hang up.”

“No, wait. I'll stop bothering you soon.” They both laughed.” Before I hang up, can I tell you one more thing?

“Yes?

“I have the impression that we've known each other for years, but I'm pretty sure I've never talked to you before.”

“Um, I can't say.” Catherine sat on the bed and swallowed it dry.

“Kate?”

“Hum?”

“You got weird.”

“I didn't stay, no.”

“Ah.”

“We'll see each other on Monday.”

“Woman, don't do this to me.”

“Do what?”

“You make me want to run out of here and go to your house, which I have no idea where it is.” William can hear a giggle.

“Would you come to my house?”

“Yes. If you want me there, of course.”

“Where are you?”

“In Kensington. Where do you live?”

“Actually, I'm very close to you.”

“Really? Where?”

“I live in an apartment in Chelsea.”

“Send me your address, if you want me to pay you a visit.”

“But weren't we going to meet only on Monday?”

“It would be a meeting before the meeting.”

I'm going to Villa Park today and then I can come and see you. An unofficial date. What do you think?”

“I'll think about your case.”

“You think a lot.”

“Don't you?”

“I think about you.” He heard her laugh. “I have to hang up so I won't be late. Kate, it's so good to talk to you. And please think about the address.”

“Okay, William. I'm glad you called me, it was a great way to start the morning.” William smiled triumphantly.

“I agree with you. I hope you have a good day.”

“Good morning to you too.”

“Bye, Kate.”

“Bye, William.”

Catherine hung up the phone, and jumped out of bed, the television was forgotten in the room, while she went to the bathroom to fill the bathtub. Catherine felt even more motivated to start her day.

Thinking about William was addictive, and she felt in the clouds.

After hanging up the phone, William couldn't stop smiling. He was heading towards the bathroom when he heard a knock on the door.

“A moment.” He takes a shirt that was thrown on the couch and puts it on, then goes towards the door.

“Good morning, flower of the day.” William said, opening his arms.

“My God, you're so happy. Good morning, William.” Natalie opened a smile.

“Today is a wonderful day, Nat!” William pulled her for a hug.

“Oh Will, what happened?” She asked in the midst of laughter.

“Today there's Aston Villa, woman!” He exclaimed.

“Just for that? From what Rob told me, you left yesterday and talking about it...” Natalie adjusted her posture, speaking in a more serious tone.” William, you need to stop leaving without security.

“Oh Natalie, don't start you either.”

“Who is she?”

“She?”

“Yes. William, I know you. Your team is important to you, but you wouldn't be like that just because you're going out with your friends. And not to mention that to understand you I follow the Premier League table.” William laughed.

“Do you follow the table?” William sat on the couch laughing.” You don't exist.

“What I don't do for you, do I? But Will, don't change the subject, are you the girl from the Museum?” William paralyzed.

“How is it possible for everyone to know this?”

“It's not everyone, just Rob and me. He told me why he was worried, he never saw you like that.”

“Nat, I don't want anyone else to know that...” He took a deep breath. “Yes, it's Kate. I went after her and we made an appointment, I don't want anyone to know, I don't want what happened to my mother to happen to her.”

“William...”

“I can't explain it, it seems I've known her for years.”

“You're in love.” She laughed.

“I see something special about her, I want to explore it.” He smiled, his eyes shone when he thought of Catherine. “I need to be cautious, you have to help me keep this private, at least for now.” He looked into Natalie's eyes.

“Everything will be fine! Now let's go, I came to let you know that the coffee is ready. Rob is dressed as Villa from head to toe. You look like an idiot.” She touched his shoulder and smiled.

“You're still going to marry him, Natalie.” William spoke mockingly.

“God forbid!” Natalie screamed as she left the room.

Soon after her relaxing bath, Catherine received a visit from her mother and sister. The 3 Middletons made a delicious homemade lunch and caught up. Catherine detailed about the prince's visit to the Museum, but omitted his small involvement with him, not because he hid things from his family, but it was still all too new to them.

In the early afternoon, Catherine photographed some products and scenarios for the parents' store and in the rest of their free time they went out to do what they most liked to do together: shopping.

In the coffee maker near her house, Catherine discreetly takes her cell phone out of the bag, locates the contact that was saved this morning and with a discreet smile types a quick message and soon turned her attention to her sister who did not stop talking about her current boyfriend.

William spent his day off the way he loved so much.

After breakfast, accompanied by Rob and Natalie, he piloted his helicopter to Birmingham.

Flying was one of the things William loved to do the most. If it depended only on him, he would certainly continue in the profession of helicopter pilot in the Royal Air Force Search and Rescue Force.

Arriving in Birmingham, he met some friends at a local Pub, where they ate, drank and chatted away. William felt like any other Englishman and loved it.

Close to the game time, they all went to Villa Park.

The excitement of watching a football game in the stadium is the pinnacle of the experience of cheering for a football team.

A crowd in the stands echoing the corners of the crowd, screaming, applauding.

All in the same tune in a collective motivation around a single goal: the team's victory.

William felt at home in Villa Park. For William, the Aston Villa generates an unparalleled sense of belonging, it was not William who chose to cheer for the Aston Villa, but the Aston Villa who chose it. A connection.

That afternoon, the prince took time off from the titles and can be like any man in love with football. He sang, shouted and had a lot of fun with his friends and as a gift won the 2-0 victory. On the way back to the helicopter, he took his cell phone out of his pocket and noticed that he had a message that could make his day even more perfect.

Kate: 18 Old Church St Street, Chelsea.

William smiled, put his cell phone away and got into the helicopter. The way back has never been so attractive.

Catherine was sitting on the sofa in the living room editing some photos on the computer, while Downton Abbey was on television when she heard a loud noise of an engine passing on the street, her cell phone vibrated.

William: I'm here.

Catherine closes the notebook and runs towards the window, peeking through the curtain of the living room she sees him, William was on a motorcycle, standing in front of his house, waiting for her.

Catherine opens the window, drawing William's attention.

“You really came.” She smiles and signals him to wait.

Catherine moves away from the window, and goes towards the bedroom to put on a pair of sneakers, she looks at herself in the mirror smiling like a teenager, everything seemed magical.

The sky was clear and starry, the temperature was pleasant. It was really a beautiful spring night.

Catherine practically runs to the street, closing the door when leaving and with a few steps the brunette reaches him.

“Hello, Mr. biker.” She talks when she approaches him. William takes off his helmet and smiles, making Catherine almost sigh.

“Hello, pretty lady. Shall we go for a walk?” He asks as he picks up the second helmet and stretches towards her.

“I've never been on a motorcycle before.”

“For everything there is a first time. Come,” he patted the seat behind him. “Come up here. I promise you it will be fun.

“Where are you going to take me?” She asked.

“It's a surprise, relax, I'll take care of you.” He reassured her.

Putting the two helmets on the handlebars, William took off the jacket and handed it to her.

“Put that on. The temperature is pleasant but the high-speed wind is cold.” Catherine put on his jacket, and it was huge on her.

“Aren't you going to get cold? I can go there to get mine.”

“Not at all...” William looked at her hypnotized. Catherine was finishing closing the zipper and looked at the Aston Villa symbol on the jacket. She smiled, but didn't say anything.

“Here's your helmet.” She took his hand and put it. Catherine could not close the jugular belt of the helmet and William promptly helped her. Her eyes shone in an inexplicable way. Catherine thanked him as she laid her hands gently on his shoulders.

William also put on his helmet. Catherine got even closer, now squeezing his shoulders and rode behind William. Catherine wrapped his waist with her arms and the distance between them completely disappeared.

“How are you?” William asked in a louder tone because of the helmet, and Catherine felt his voice pulsating through her body. She sighed. The feeling was wonderful.

“Everything! Let's go with that soon!” Without thinking straight, Catherine wrapped her arms even more in him, squeezing her hands even more around his waist, it was William's turn to sigh.

William turned the key and Catherine put her hands inside the pocket of her gray sweatshirt. The prince started the engine and left southeast on Old Church St towards Petyt Pl, turned on Chelsea Embankment/A3212 and began to accelerate, the feeling of freedom arising from the inside out. Catherine closed her eyes and clung even more to William, now she felt part of the landscape, the highway was practically empty and she could feel the environment around her. William slowed down a bit and turned right at Chelsea Brg/A 3216, they were almost arriving at Battersea Park. William was so comfortable having Catherine so close to him, but he wasn't sure how she was feeling so he decided to stop at the Park. William turned off the bike and took a deep breath. It was amazing.

Catherine got off the bike and William lamented that he no longer had her arms wrapped around his waist, he took off his helmet and ran his hand through his hair. She also took off her helmet, looked at William and smiled. The most beautiful smile William witnessed. The adrenaline was still running through his veins.

“What did you think?” He said getting off the bike and taking the helmet from her hands. He carried one on his elbow and the other in his hand.

“Ah William, it was amazing. A whirlwind of sensations.” William's face lit up when he heard this.

“I stopped here because I wanted to make sure you were enjoying it.” William spoke looking into his eyes.

“Let's take advantage of the fact that we are here and walk a little through nature.”

“It's a great idea. Do you like being in nature?” She asked and the two began to walk towards the entrance to the park.

“I love everything that involves nature. Do you like it?” William wasn't cold, but put on the hood of the sweatshirt.

“How amazing! I love it!” She replied, giving him her arm.

Now Catherine was walking arm in arm with William, and he felt like a fool. They went ahead in the park, talking, William told about his environmental projects and felt that he could be himself and was not worried about being anything different from that. It was an indescribable feeling.

When they arrived near the River Thames, William suggested an ice cream, so they went to the Pear Tree Cafe. The place was quiet and not very crowded. There was ambient music and some people talking without paying attention to anything around them. Perfect for the occasion.

Catherine ordered a vanilla ice cream and chocolate William. They went to the outside seats overlooking the lake. William put the helmets on the table.

“So this is a date before the date?” Catherine broke the comfortable silence. He laughed. She licked the ice cream and William ran out of air.

“It's...” He pretended to cough. “We can call it an unofficial meeting. Have you noticed that everything so far has been improvised?” She looked at him.

“I noticed and know that I like to be surprised.” Catherine wanted to kiss him.

“Oh yeah?” William approached and put her hair behind her ear. “Good to know.” Catherine swallowed it dry. William walked away because his phone rang.

“Sorry, it's my secretary, I'll have to answer.” He got up.

“Hi, Nat.” William said when he put the phone in his ear.

“Hi, William. Where are you?”

“Battersea Park.”

“Are you alone? William, you will get me in trouble if you leave without security, at least if you had warned me. I worry about you, Rob too.”

“I'm with Kate.” He looked in the direction of Catherine, who was now finishing her ice cream by looking at the lake.

“I'm going home soon, don't worry about me.”

“You go out on a motorcycle, without any protection and you don't want me to worry? It's not just a job for me, Will, but ok. Have fun and be careful, please.”

“All right, captain . Next time, I'll let you know. I'm sorry, okay? See you later. Kisses.” He hung up, and went to Catherine again.

“I'm sorry about that, Natalie hates me to go out on a motorcycle.” He murmured.

“I loved the way you treat your employees.”

“They are much more than just employees to me.” Catherine smiled at the way he spoke.

“You're cute.” He blushed and she laughed.

“Kate, please.” The sound of her laughter filled something inside him. She approached him by taking his arm.

“Shall we go back?” She nodded and took her helmet, heading towards the door. William did the same.

When they were about to arrive at the parking lot, Catherine let go of his arms and started running.

“Whoever arrives last is the priest's wife!” She screamed in the midst of laughter.

“You're crazy!” William shouted back and shot out.

When she was about to arrive on his motorcycle, Catherine felt William's hands surrounding her waist. The sound of his laughter filled the room. William turned it in his arms, approaching his face, he can almost instantly feel its floral fragrance. It was delicious.

“You almost won! Almost.” He whispered, and she shivered with his breath so close to her face.

“Almost.” She also whispered.

They stopped laughing and everything seemed to be in slow motion.

The blue in the green. The green in the blue. A connection.

Catherine moistened her lips, but William cut the mood by climbing on the bike.

“Prepared?” He spoke and his voice sounded hoarse. She nodded, riding the bike. William was wrapped again by Catherine's arms and they made their way back.

William stopped in front of Catherine's apartment. They went down and stood on the sidewalk.

William left his helmet on top of the bike, Catherine too.

“Will, it was amazing. I loved spending this time with you.” She said sighing.

“It was amazing.” He held her hands. “You're amazing.” She smiled and moistened her lips.

William looked directly at Catherine's lips. His hands climbed up her back and landed delicately on her shoulders approaching her face, he placed a kiss on her forehead, moving away slowly. She shuddered.

“Good evening.” He whispered.

“Good night, take care.” She said softly.

“You were my first and most perfect date before the date.”

He gently smoothed her cheek with his thumb. “Catherine.” William left, leaving a helmet, a jacket and a Catherine with butterflies in her stomach standing on the sidewalk.

#cambridgepride #alifelessface

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