#(it's the hair that's killing me. teresa your hair is so beautiful i wish i knew how to draw it better)

[lacomandante]

My dad and I rewatched Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrel again after a few years and then we argued over who was going to read the book first that's been collecting dust on the bookshelf. Needless to say I'm loving it and I was always daunted by its size. But on the other hand I start to read and my brain goes "ooooh this makes me motivated to work on my sharpe artwork, especially of him in yorkshire" and then when I do that I go "oooh but what about the fics?" and then I switch to the fics and then i'm like "reading is so nice. let's go back to that" adhd hell!!!!!

[heliads]

Being Miss Misery

Based on this request: “a fic with newt based off mr perfectly fine by taylor swift”

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If you were going to describe the one thing you looked forward to each morning, the one person who made you want to fight your whole life to escape the Maze, you would say it was Newt. How could you not? You love him, after all. Or, you loved him. There are days when you wish you could go back in time and tell yourself that you had gotten it all wrong, that some dreams were just meant to stay dreams and never become real. Then again, if you had never let yourself jump this time you’d spend the rest of your life thinking about the fall you could have had.

In the end, you suppose there was no way you could have ever chosen differently. No matter what happened, no matter what words were said, you could never quite forget how happy you were before, even when you were stuck in the Maze. That was the best thing about Newt, after all- he made you smile like no one else ever could. There’s always a second side to every coin, though, and that means that he has hurt you in a way so unique to him that no one else could ever hope to mimic it. No matter how many times Janson or WICKED tried to hurt you, nothing would ever cut quite as deep as this.

With every story, there’s a start. A reason why things ended up the way they did. Yours begins with the Box, the same way every other Glader remembers their first day. There is no before, not in the Maze. Just the Box, and what comes after. Everything else has been wiped from your mind, cleared away like fog from a glass. Gone, never to be found again.

You had been pulled from the metal box and stood, squinting, letting your eyes adjust to the sudden bright sunlight. You had looked around, taking in the sight of the massive stone walls surrounding you and felt your pulse start to skyrocket. Before you could really start to panic, though, a voice sounded out from behind you. It was quiet, peaceful, and you knew from that second that you would be alright.

“That’s the Maze.” You had turned to face a blond boy, one with a limp and a slight accent that tinged his words the same stilted gold as a piece of bronze. “The Maze?” The boy had nodded sagely. “You’re in the Glade now, greenie. The Maze keeps us stuck in here.” You had nodded again, and the boy apparently took pity on you, softening his tone even more, folding it up into a more peaceable sound. “I’m Newt, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”

You had started for the usual greeting, the fine, thank you, and I’m- but the problem was that you couldn’t remember your own name. No place, no history, no name. It’s like you were a blank canvas, but one that had once held the most brilliant of landscapes if you could only remember it. Newt had clicked his tongue softly. “You won’t remember it, love. It’ll take a while before your name comes back to you. Don’t worry, everyone forgets.” You had stared at him. “Where are we? I know it’s the Glade, but where is it?”

Newt had shrugged. “Nobody knows. We all just showed up here, one at a time, with no memory or anything except the shirt on our backs. You can ask all the questions you want, but we won’t have any answers.” He had looked at you sideways then. “Actually, don’t ask all the questions. We told that to Chuck-” he points to a young boy with a mop of curly brown hair, “-and he took us too literally. Don’t think we slept for a week. All we heard was questions.”

You bite back a laugh. “Sounds good, Newt. I’ll keep my questions in the single digits.” Newt flashes you a smile that seems as bright as the sun. “I like you already. I think we’re going to get along very well.” If only he had known how true that would be. If only you had known, so that you could stay away.

You’re not sure you can remember quite when you realized you loved him. In the end, the exact date doesn’t really matter. It happened, you couldn’t shake it, and it felt like the most beautiful mistake you might ever make. In the Glade, you couldn’t count on anything- not the weather, not the people, not even the Maze, which changed each night. When Newt had told you how he felt one night by the campfire, you were sure that it would haunt you for the rest of your life, that it was too good to be true or too good to last.

You had started to stand up, ready to hurry away and pretend like you hadn’t heard a word. Newt had stood up too, taking your hand and keeping you by his side. “I’m not going to break your heart, Y/N. I promise. I’m not going anywhere, alright? I’ve been waiting for you all my life, and I want to be here with you. Right by your side, until the end.” You had smiled at him then, finally letting the last of your walls down. When he kissed you, even the whoops of the other Gladers weren’t enough to dissuade you.

There was nobody like him, that much was true. He made the Glade better, made even the stormiest days feel like a cloudless blue. You came to trust him, to depend on him. You believed that he wouldn’t leave. It was like he said, right? He looked you in the eye and told you he would never go away. You two were practically inseparable, and it was the best feeling on the entire planet.

When Thomas arrived, bringing with him the destruction of the Glade and promises that he could get everyone out, you thought it was the best thing you’d heard in a while. You had held Newt’s hand while you ran through the Maze, dodging Grievers and doing everything in your power to keep the other alive. That was what you did best, after all- loving each other, staying together. You can still remember that one night before you left, when fires had been burning the homesteads down and the shrieks of dying Gladers echoed through the night. It drives you to run faster, to move farther away from everything that had happened and all the horrors you had seen.

Newt had taken your hand in his, pulling you close in the dark of the night. “We’re getting out of here, alright? Promise. I love you, Y/N, and we can finally have a life outside of all this.” You had smiled at him, letting him press a kiss to your cheek. It sounded perfect, that was the problem. Perfectly fine, and none of it was true, although you’d have no way of knowing it then.

That day seemed to pass in a blur, and the next day, and the next. You made it out of the Maze, out of the nest of Grievers, and into a pressed-clean WICKED facility. They promised you safety, shepherding you into groups of other boys and girls who’d managed to make it out of their respective Mazes. When Newt gestured for you to talk to him separately, away from the other boys from your Maze, you had assumed nothing of it. How wrong you had been.

His voice was quiet, eyes darting over to the other boys as if wanting to make sure that they didn’t hear. “I want to break up with you, Y/N.” You had stared at him, not able to understand. “What?” He swallowed, then repeated himself. “I want to break up with you. I’m really sorry, Y/N, but I don’t think this is going to work out. I just- I stayed with you for longer than I should have in the Maze, because I thought we were going to die, but-”

You cut him off, feeling your tone turn icy. “You’re done now because our lives aren’t at risk anymore? You don’t have to feel guilty about it?” Newt winces. “It’s not like that, Y/N. Honest. You’re a great girl and all that, I just don’t think it’s working out anymore. Sorry.” With one last insincere apology, he turns and walks towards the rest of the boys, his step considerably lighter as if a sudden burden has been relieved from his shoulders. You’re left to stand there, alone and mute and utterly heartbroken.

There’s nothing left to do except pick up your broken pieces and go back to the table with the others. Even this brief moment of weakness, this one last hesitation by the door, has drawn looks of confusion from the Gladers. You force a smile, a spring in your step, and sit down next to them. If you make sure not to sit next to the backstabbing blond boy, well, that’s nobody’s business but your own.

The days blend together, one into the next. You didn’t realize how much you depended on seeing Newt, talking to him, saying something clever and warranting a smile, until it was all gone. You were still a Glader, and that meant that when everyone escaped the WICKED compound he made sure you stayed alive like the others, but for once, there are no more strings attached. No promises to make it out, no lies told to make it through the night. This is what it was like in the beginning, you remind yourself, and you have to learn to deal with it once more. If only it was as easy to do it as it is to say it.

Now you sit alone at a campfire in the Scorch, watching white-hot sparks cascade into the open air. Your friends from the Glade have met up with the girls from Group B and some members of the Right Arm, meaning that you’re in a crowd for the first time in a while ever since entering the Scorch. All around you, people are taking advantage of the sudden numbers to mingle and chatter with the din of a flock of birds, but not you. No, you use the overwhelming mass of people to hide away, blending into another silhouette in the desert.

It appears you’re not to be alone forever, though. Someone slumps down into the seat next to you. You smile ruefully at the expression on her face- the same heartsick, stupidly trusting look that you have no doubt has been on your own. Brenda, it appears, is not doing well with the sight of Thomas parading back and forth with Teresa. 

“Having a good night, Brenda?” She gives you a look. “About as well as you, I think. How are you, by the way? I heard you were dating Newt in the Maze but if looks could kill I think he’d be worse off than the Cranks.” You sigh. “We were dating, that much is true. He broke up with me out of the blue, broke my heart for no reason other than the fact that he didn’t feel like he had to protect me anymore as we were out of the Maze.”

Brenda stares at you, all thoughts of Thomas banished. “He didn’t say that. Tell me he didn’t say that.” You nod, smiling bittersweetly. “He did indeed. Mr. Casually Cruel, that’s his new name from now on.” Brenda looks over at you. “If he’s Mr. Casually Cruel, what does that make you?” You prop your chin up on your hands, staring with unseeing eyes at the throngs of people around you. “Miss Misery, I guess. He’s perfectly fine, I’m falling apart.”

Your eyes find a familiar figure in the crowd, one you’ve been doing your best to avoid but always seeming to return to. “The worst part is that he moved on so quickly. You’d think he’d forgotten he’d ever heard my name. I mean, look at him.” You jerk your chin towards a pair of figures on the opposite side of the roaring campfire: a blond boy, arms wrapped around Harriet. He smiles at her, lingering traces of his face disappearing into a haze of heat from the flames in between you. 

“I’ve been picking up the pieces of my heart, he’s been picking up her. I’m starting to think that I never meant anything to him at all.” Brenda clicks her tongue indignantly. “That jerk. Hey, if you ever need someone to accidentally push him off a cliff-” You cut her off, laughing. “I’ll look to you first. Don’t think we’ll need that quite yet, though.” Brenda folds her arms across her chest. “You don’t need him, though. Honestly. He wants to promenade around here like he’s Mr. Always Wins, fine. He just walked out on the best thing in his life and he doesn’t even realize it.”

You smile at your friend, a true smile this time. “Thanks, Brenda. Now, if you could keep your same advice around Thomas-” Brenda holds up her hands, starting to laugh. “We’re not talking about that! I changed my mind, let’s go back to Newt.” If you’re so distracted by the conversation and laughter with your friend that you don’t notice a certain blond boy looking your way, eyes drawn to you again and again even if he does his best to pretend otherwise, maybe it’s for the best.

The night is late, stars hung in the sky as if by some absentminded hand. The fire has died away to ash and coals, tendrils of smoke starting to creep up to the horizon. The din of the gathering has proved a little too much for you, and you’ve chosen to fade away into the night, your feet carrying you further and further from the center of the group. You lean against a rough rock face, letting your eyes trace the curves and stars of the night sky. You’re distracted enough by the sights that you don’t hear the uneven footsteps coming up behind you, the telltale lurch of a boy with a limp.

“You always liked looking at the stars, didn’t you?” You startle at Newt’s voice, appearing out of nowhere. You shake yourself, forcing your shoulders to sink and relax once more. “They’re beautiful. Always have been.” Newt’s smile is as sure as a running river, always strategized, always well-placed. There’s a confidence there, too, an edge. Proof that he’s so far above you in every sense, above feeling anything at all. “Just like you.”

You raise an eyebrow. After everything he’s put you through, after everything that destroyed you but never fazed him, you’ve learned to doubt a careless compliment like this. That may be all you’ve learned, but it is enough. Newt takes your silence as an invitation to keep speaking. “I think I’ve made a mistake, Y/N. You’ve always been so good to me, you know? Always here to stay, always at the right place at the right time. I hate to speak too quickly, but would you consider giving me another chance?”

You’ve thought about this moment for a long time. Mr. Perfectly Fine, Mr. Casually Cruel, finally seeing you in new eyes and realizing that by leaving you he was giving up everything you might have had together. But you’ve seen this moment through a hundred times in your head, and for once your head is clear, eyes bright and looking forward instead of on what might have happened. You know your answer, once and for all.

[blueeyedheizer]

running out of time - newt

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I actually started this fic back in 2018 when the movie came out but I never got around to finish it lol. But here it is, finally :)

•••

''Come on, Newt.'' you cried out as you struggled to carry your best friend's body on top of the burning building. Your limbs were shaking, and you kept stumbling on your own feet as you tried to keep him up.

Newt was loosing himself to the virus and it was getting harder for him to stay conscious. You could feel him try to push you away but you tightened your grip on him as much as you could, knowing that every second was precious. You had to save him, like he had saved you multiple times before. You had to keep going and make him live the life he deserved to live.

''Just leave me here Y/N. Leave me.'' he said in a harsh whisper before collapsing onto the ground, making you almost fall on top of him. You carefully sat him against the closest wall.

''Newt.'' you said, but he didn't seem to hear you as his eyes darted around, looking everywhere except at your face.

His breathing was heavy and his veins were almost completely black. Tears were blurring your vision and your heart was beating fast as you tried to swallow the lump that was stuck inside your throat. ''Newt !'' you repeated, your voice cracking, finally capturing his attention and making him look at you. ''I'm not leaving you Newt. You hear me?'' you said as you shook his shoulders, trying to keep him attached to reality. ''We're going to make it. Both of us. We'll get the bloody hell out of here, together.'' you never broke eye contact with him while you spoke.''I'm not leaving you.''

''Y/N...'' Newt gasped, ''Please take this.'' he said as he reached to his pocket, taking off something that looked like a necklace.

''What- ? No Newt, later, we gotta move !''

''Take it...''

''Newt come on !''

''JUST TAKE IT !'' he suddenly screamed, making you back away from him. His eyes widened and the expression on his face softened when he realised what he had done.

''T-take it and go. Far away from m-me. Please...save yourself, Y/N.'' With his shaky hand, he handed you the necklace which you slowly took. You brought your hand up and placed it fondly on his damaged cheek, stroking it gently. You shook your head slowly as a single tear began to fall. ''I can't...''

“Save yourself, Y/N.” he begged, his words filled with desperation. You burst into full-on tears and began sobbing heavily ''I can't! I won't!''

''Then kill me! Kill me before I kill you!''

''Newt—"

''KILL ME! Kill me before I become one of them! Kill me! Do it! Just throw me off this bloody building!''

And then Newt’s eyes cleared, as if he’d gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened.

''Please, Y/N....Please.'' You could feel your heart cracking in your chest. You were unable to move. Seeing Newt like this killed you inside, but you couldn't kill him. How could you possibly kill your best friend ?

Suddenly, Newt moved and quickly reached for your gun, slipping his hand around the weapon before yanking it towards himself, pressing it against his temple with tears streaming down his cheeks.

''NO!'' you screamed, throwing the gun away. ''Newt please give me a chance! There's still time!"

''I TRUSTED YOU! I TRUSTED YOU Y/N! NOW KILL ME!'' Helpless, you tackled him to the ground and tried to hold him still. Newt grabbed your arm tightly as he tried to wiggle out of your hold. At this point, you didn't care about your safety anymore. Newt could kill you at any moment, but you just didn't care. You had failed him.

You were about to give up and let your body collapse to the ground when you heard footsteps coming your way. A wave of relief washed over your tensed body when you saw Thomas and Teresa running towards you.

"Thomas, help me !" you pleaded, allowing more tears to fall.

''Newt. Hey buddy, It's me. Come on, stay with me." Thomas quickly injected the serum into his best friend's veins. He didn't know exactly where it had to be injected, but he had to get it in fast. Both you and Teresa were holding Newt's body to stop him from moving, since he was now almost completely changing and screaming in pain.

After several seconds, Newt stilled completely and you could've sworn your heart had stopped beating for a short instant.

"T-Thomas...what's happening?'' you asked, your whole body trembling in fear. "Why isn't he moving?"

Thomas checked his pulse and before he had the chance to answer, an explosion occurred directly in front of you, at a distance of not more than fifty feet. You jerked backward and put your arm in front of your face for protection while Thomas leaned on Newt's body to protect him.

''Is everyone okay?'' Teresa eventually asked, looking around to see the damages it had caused.

Your ears were ringing but you nodded nonetheless.

---

''That's them!'' Thomas screamed, pointing to the Berg. ''Y/N, help me !'' he said before throwing Newt's arm around his shoulder, ready to carry him. You quickly ran by his side and you both carried Newt's inconscious body towards the Berg.

''Come on bud, we can do it. It's almost over.'' Thomas whispered as he readjusted Newt's arm around his shoulder. His legs had become very unsteady, and every inch of his body was trembling with exhaustion, just like yours.

''Y/N, you go first! Teresa, help me !'' You nodded quickly and moved, letting Teresa take over your position.

You quickly made your way over to the Berg, but your eyes widened when you realized how high it was. There was no way you could reach it.

"Get closer !"

"We can't, It's too dangerous !" Vince answered.

"Come on Y/N, reach! You can do it!" Minho yelled. "Give me your hand !"

"Come on Jorge, you gotta get closer!" You heard Gally yell from the Berg.

''Jump !''

''Come on, reach ! Come on !''

You took one last look at Newt, then Thomas and Teresa, who both nodded at you. Then, you took a deep breath and leaped off the ledge of the building, jumping onto the Berg. Gally and everyone else quickly helped you on board, and before you had the chance to glance down at your friends that were still on the burning building, you were slowly engulfed by darkness.

---

You woke up to the sound of crashing waves. You eyes slowly opened to the blinding sun, a small groan leaving your lips as you rubbed your eyes, slowly sitting up. You tried to get up but you head was spinning, so you quickly decided against your initial plan and stayed sat. Not even a minute later, Thomas entered the small room, causing you to smile.

"Thomas." You reached your arms out for him and you pulled him in for a tight hug.

"It's nice to see you, sleepyhead." he took a sit next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't know. My head's spinning." you answered. "Where are we? Is everyone okay?" you asked, remembering that you hadn't had any news of Teresa and Newt since you had passed out.

Thomas avoided eye contact, which only worried you more. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it slightly, trying to hold back tears as his own eyes started watering.

"Teresa didn't make it."

Hearing those words felt like a punch in the chest. You tried to speak, but nothing came out. Instead you allowed a few tears to slip out and pulled Thomas for a hug, which he gladly accepted and returned.

"I'm sorry, Tom." he nodded.

"Newt is resting." he continued as he pulled away, probably not wanting to go into more details about Teresa. "We took care of him, he's getting better." You nodded and he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear before kissing your forehead.

"Now get some rest Y/N, you deserve it. And welcome to the Safe Haven."

---

You sat by the sea as everyone was gathered not far away, celebrating the life of those that they lost by engraving their names on a rock and sharing memories.

You considered yourself lucky. You had made it out alive, and most of your friends did too. Thomas, Gally, Minho, Brenda, Newt. You just wished you could've said goodbye to Teresa.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" a voice suddenly startled you out of your thoughts. That voice, you could've recognized it from anywhere. You stayed frozen for a few seconds before your gaze shifted to the source.

"Newt!" you jumped to your feet and threw your arms around his neck, holding him close as you cried silently. "I thought I was going to lose you." you croaked out before pulling away, your thumb brushing his cheek softly. His skin had regained it color and the black veins were almost completely gone. He looked exhausted though.

"I'm fine, love. All thanks to you." you let out a small, brief laugh of relief before pulling him back to you.

You stayed like this for a while, just enjoying each other's company. Your head rested on his chest and your arms were wrapped around each other as you both stared at the sea, admiring the beauty of the sunset reflecting onto the water until you eventually broke the silence.

"The necklace you gave me...It fell when I jumped onto the Berg. I'm sorry.''

"It was nothing important, love." Newt smiled and squeezed your body before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "We're alive. That's all that matters now."

[xcoldcoffeesx]

perfect shot

This was it. Kill or be killed. The story of his life.

The tall silhouette approaches the window slowly and James catches his breath. It’s what he always does when he is about to pull the trigger.

Three.

His eyes are fixed on the point. No movement.

Two.

She just stops in the shot, perfectly still. His hands still aren’t shaking.

One.

It seems she is waiting for him and for the first time in his life, James believes.

a/n: so I needed to write something before the series finale and here we are. I've been rambling in my head alone since last episode so I though I'll do something about it. I have to confess that I wrote this on my phone at 2 a.m so I’m sorry if there are some mistakes x) (also English is not my first language). Stay safe!

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This was it. Kill or be killed. The story of his life.

“It's suicide” he knows she made her decision already and that there is nothing that he can do or say to change her mind but he can’t help it. He tries not to think about all the times they nearly lost each other, all the missing bullets, the hours of torture. He tries not to think about the blood, the pain, the death. “You wouldn't let me do it, so why should I?”

She looks at him and he swears at this very moment a second becomes a lifetime. There is something about the sparkle of fierceness she has in her eyes that always makes the world stop moving around him. The silence is peaceful, yet scary. There are so many things he wants to tell her, so unresolved feelings he wants to clear out but he can’t. Not again. His heart is still bleeding from last time. The bullet hasn't come out. He needs a sign first.

He never believed in destiny. How could he? The world is ugly. He knows that better than better than anyone. Hell, he is part of the reason why.

Her eyes are shining and before he can make a move she is the one closing the gap between them. She always is. He is the one waiting. Somedays, it seems like it is all he’s been doing since the moment they met. Perhaps even before that. Waiting.

He never experienced faith. It’s always been a foreign concept to him and well, the more he started climbing up in the business, the less it made sense. There was no point in believing. Prayers couldn’t save him in Afghanistan, nor in Texas. It wasn’t about faith. It was all him. Kill or be killed. Fighting or dying.

Surviving at all costs.

They kissed before but this one feels different. It’s deeper, heavier. Honestly, it takes him by surprise. He never thought she would kiss him again and he had come to term with it. They were different people now. Two sides of one coin, close and yet never together. Crossing paths without walking the same street.

Until survival caught up with them.

Then again, the timing is bittersweet. They’re on the road toward death. Their own camino de la muerte. She knows it too.

Fighting or dying.

James knows he is good at what he is doing. He wouldn’t trust anyone else. He doesn’t need prayers. Yet, for the first time in his life, he wishes he’d had faith. Faith in the world, faith in himself. Someone, something telling him that he made the right decision. That everything is going to be okay. He wishes he’d had a piece of hope he can hold on to. For the first time he actually wants to believe they can make it; that they are meant to.

He needs it.

Lying down on the rusty floor, ignoring his beating heart as he adjusts the rifle and chooses the perfect angle, it’s all he can think about.

Please let it work.

She looks surprised too when she pulls away. Not by the kiss, he guesses, but by the rush of emotions that came with it. His, hers. He knows she worked very hard to become untouchable. A queen who would never let anyone close, ready to sacrifice a part of herself to make sure nobody would ever have the chance to hurt her. Perhaps she thought she would never feel love again. Perhaps she thought she didn’t deserve it.

Either way now she knows.

It’s a beautiful day. The light is perfect and he can see the red walls and big closet in the room behind the big window. He planned everything, he made sure of it. James knows he’s been waiting for a couple of minutes only but it feels like hours. His breath is short but his hands aren’t shaking. As he looks at his watch James holds back a sigh. It shouldn’t be long now.

He’s never been one to talk a lot and make big speeches and declarations but in that moment, hundreds of words are rushing through his mind. There are so many things he wants to tell her but nothing comes out. Except for one thing.

“I love you” It comes so naturally he doesn’t even realize he says it.

In his mind he already told her tons of times before.

“Be careful”

“Answer me, are you hurt?”

“I need you to come back”

“I haven’t told Camila yet.” “Why didn’t you tell her?” “You just don’t get it do you?”

“We’re in this together”

“No, I can’t leave you”

“I’m gonna do whatever it takes to protect us”

“How are we going to get out of here?” “We’re not. You are”

“Since the first day we met, I’ve been trying to keep you alive. I’m still trying to”

He didn’t even know it at the time.

Perhaps they’re is really a meaning to life. Perhaps it was written from the beginning and he ended up being exactly where he was supposed to.

This is a good plan. If he succeeds, everything will finally be over. He’ll be free. They’ll all be. No more missions, no more Devon, no more just survival.

They’ll start living.

This is the only plan.

He kisses her again before he can start thinking about how he just shifted their entire relationship. Words are out, no more hiding. By now he hopes she believes him. It seems too little for everything they’ve been through together but they’re running out of time. She is meeting death soon, and so is he.

Because the truth is, he was ready to die for her.

He was also willing to kill.

Readjusting himself on the floor, James finally catches a glimpse of a silhouette behind the window. Long dark hair on white robe.

He is not a believer. But she is.

He’s never felt more human than in her arms. It is a feeling he can’t quite place. Love, respect, fear and joy all at once. They move as one and he knows he should feel afraid and angry about what’s coming next but he can’t right now.

He is just fucking happy.

So he kisses her again and again until they’re both back in the room -did he carry her at some point? he can’t even remember- and he runs his fingers on her waist, back, neck until her hair and unties her tight bun. Dark hair falls on her shoulders and bare collarbones and he smiles against her mouth.

“You have no idea how many times I wanted to do that” his breath is hot against her cheek and he doesn’t need to look to know she is blushing.

They stop a second to catch their breath and he caresses her cheek, putting a curl behind her ear at the same time.

“Teresa” it’s just a whisper and he is not even sure why he says her name but she does.

“It’s our only chance” she traces his bottom lip with her thumb and he knows she is not only talking about Kostya.

Camino de la muerte.

So he nods and their lips meet again. She quickly presses him to lose his sweater -his leather jacket is probably lost somewhere between the terrace and the room- and proceeds to kiss his neck and shoulders, right on his tattoos. He shivers.

“I was wrong” she comes back to look at him and she is smiling -a real, bright almost childish smile- “we don’t need another life”

“I love you”this time he is fully aware of what he says the second he says it and Teresa’s smile grows bigger.

By now he knows she believes him.

It’s time. One second, one shot. No more chances,  no space for mistakes. Kill or be killed. Fighting or dying. He must not overthink. After all, he’s done that hundreds of times before and never missed from this distance. His mind is on fire, screaming loudly but his body is ready. No shake, no sweat.

“We could just run away right now” she whispers in his neck, arm wrapped around his side “disappear”

He is playing with her hair, eyes closed.

“I would like that.”

“Start over” she sighs “I always wanted to live around mountains. We could go to Switzerland”

He smiles as his mind wanders. It’s nice to stop for a second and just allow dreams to fill in.

“What will you do in the mountains?” He asks, voice hoarse

“Read. All day” she pops on her elbows to look at him “you?”

“Maybe I’ll give Pote's recipes a try. I’ll probably need 5 to 10 years though” they both chuckle and for the second time in a few hours he finds himself completely happy “also I’d like to have a dog. A big one.”

“I’ve always imagined you with a dog” she kisses him softly, letting her lips hovering other his, both of their breath interlacing.

Their smiles are mirroring but quickly fade away as the silence takes its place.

“But we can’t, can we?” Teresa falls back on the pillows and he rolls on his side to face her.

“No we can’t.”

They both know what is coming. They’ve known for quite a while now.

“Do you think he’ll ask you to do it?”

“Probably”

“Then you should.”

The tall silhouette approaches the window slowly and James catches his breath. It’s what he always does when he is about to pull the trigger.

Three.

His eyes are fixed on the point. No mouvement.

Two.

She just stops in the shot, perfectly still. His hands still aren’t shaking.

One.

It seems she is waiting for him and for the first time in his life, James believes.

“If anything happens I want you covered” he doesn’t want to think about all the things that could go wrong but it’s his job to. Worst, it’s is who he is. “Two shots. Use them wisely”

“I love you” it’s sudden and she is just whispering but he hears it loud and clear

They finally found each other and yet they have to be apart.

Teresa made him a believer.

“Are you willing to put your life on the line?”

“More than ever”

He looks at her throat dry.

“I know what I’m asking” she says softly caressing his cheeks

“No you don’t” and really she can’t possibly imagine how broken and torn he feels but he closes his eyes under her touch. He knows she is right “what if I miss?”

“You won’t” her fingers sliders on his torso “I trust you. I believe in you. I love you.”

Teresa believes in him.

“It’s our only shot to get out of the cave”

So he pulls the trigger.

[imaginesbymk]

PINK + WHITE.

—chapter nine ; with heat & wet skin.

summary: teresa’s permanent resignation from the peaky blinders leads her to a whole new chapter of working in an art museum. but little did she know her best life would be butchered some time later when her former lover tommy shelby gives her no choice but to return to the peaky blinders after they make new enemies, with the leader, of all people, being the man teresa fell in love with one night after a wedding reception back in post world war; luca changretta. 

pairing: luca changretta x OC x tommy shelby

tags in this chapter: swearing, implied nsfw, drinking, mentions + drug use

[ chapter index / meet my oc / wattpad link ]

MASON was quick on his feet when he was given the slightly odd request Teresa had asked him to do last minute. It had nothing to do with the gallery or with separation of last minute business meetings to be scheduled in the margins of the diary. It was just that he had to safely track down a dangerous man. Luca Changretta was still in England, hot-headed with a plan.

Teresa loved fur shawls. Though she detested how the cheap ones she could afford wore out from time to time, from the "fur" falling out like leaves from a tree in autumn, or even its colour turning from new to depressed (and even she grew so envious over the women who wore the luxurious, expensive ones at parties). Tommy Shelby never bothered with buying her what she wanted, which she was fine with, but one man with the Italian genes spoiled her with one that she kept in her closet. A grey-ish white. Teresa often takes one look at it, before sliding it over to reach the silky see-through shawl when she is simply relaxing in her home. At parties she debated even thinking of taking it out, but then there was the other shawl that was made of black fur, and it closed together with a silver clip to keep her shoulders warm.

The fur shawl was just like the painting she avoids at her own work. Both were so beautiful and timeless, both sharing personal meaning. But tonight, it finally saw light from staying in the wardrobe closet for too long. Teresa held it out in front of her, then clutched it in her arms.

The bar was built together with grey walls, none sound-proof. On the other side you could hear the jazz band playing music for the party, or footsteps from the owner or a bartender heading out back for more stocking of gin. If you were on that side, you'd hear the giant doors spring open from the doorman that allowed Teresa to enter inside. The man at the counter watched as her dress fell all the way down to her heels, not too long so she wouldn't trip. Her hair was in its curls once more, and wrapped around like comfort was the fur.

She reached a booth and set her purse on the table. "White wine."

"Ma'am-" the server goes.

"A man will be joining me very soon." Teresa made a smile, as the unescorted woman if Luca were to not show up. Had she imagined if Luca burned the invitation letter she mailed to his hotel, or simply tossed it away, in future to be used as scratch paper, or even as a roll up (if Luca is one of the many people that did snow), she may have just wasted her time getting dolled up just to not be served at her booth.

"Last time I met up with a woman at a bar, she proposed a deal, and lied straight to my face."

She shot her head up.

Those eyes.

Looks like her night wasn't going to waste after all. "Are you talking about Polly?" She watches as Luca Changretta helps himself on the other side of the booth, the same server coming over to Teresa with her white wine.

Teresa waited while staring down at Luca's own glass being poured with four fingers of whiskey. Luca glanced at Teresa's outfit, not answering her question. "You're wearing the shawl I got you? I can't believe you still have it."

"What, like I got rid of it? Why would I give it to someone else who would treat it like a rag?"

"Hm." Luca took a sip. "So, why did you summon me here? Actually, I know the answer to that one. You're a businesswoman, as we both know. You invited me here to propose some kind of deal, eh? Like I got the time to spare one more fucking thing before I go do what I came to England to do?"

"I know about the vendetta, Luca." Teresa began. "And I know the deal you made with Polly, which was a lie, by the way. I know about that. What I also know is that you don't just plan on crushing the Peaky Blinders. You have more on your mind. You're so greedy that you would want to overthrow Alfie Solomons as well. If he were to betray Tommy with the deal you made with Mr. Solomons, you know you and your men would come after him as well and take over his business."

Luca nodded. "I had a feeling you knew. I had a feeling Tommy Shelby brought you back to Birmingham, no?"

"I know your patience is wearing thin, and you're done giving people more time. But then there's me."

"Right, forgive me," Luca places a hand on his chest. "Why not talk about the royalty in front of me as well? What could she possibly request for this time?"

"I wanna know why I was never sent a Black Hand."

Luca laughs, trailing his fingers around the rim of his glass. Whatever Teresa said or did, she definitely wasn't laughing. Nothing seemed funny to her on her end. She did, however, miss that laugh of his. It was more of a chuckle, but she loved it like it was honey in hot tea. "Let me tell you something. It's best to stay out of this, right? Since you resigned, messing with us is like throwing stones at the devil."

"I'll play in the snow with the devil to prove you wrong."

Luca scoffs harshly. "So you're one of those people that snorts white lines just to feel good?"

"That was just my own figure of speech, Luca. I don't do Tokyo," Teresa replied. She cringed at the habit Arthur and Michael carelessly picked up on. "It's everyone's thing now, but not mine."

"That makes two of us." He took another sip. "I'm doing you a favour here, Miss Griffith. Stay out of this and do your own thing."

"There's no need for you to call me that," she comments.

"Why the hell not? Formalities are a thing of the past now?"

"You're talking to me as if we just met. We had something together."

"Yeah, had."

Teresa gave a glare, grabbing her wine. Luca smirks. "All right. Whatever you say. Jesus, kid. You're so fuckin' difficult."

"Kid," she scoffs at his remark. "And Ada Thorne is on your list and she doesn't get her hands covered in blood. So why wasn't I included?"

"You feel left out?" Luca snickered.

"I just wanna know why. I know damn well you haven't forgotten about me. Even if what we had to you was just for pleasure, you found out that I was once a Peaky Blinder."

Luca stares. "You wanted out because you felt like it would devour you forever, so I respected your wishes. You told me why you threw in the towel. And I know you're not a Shelby, you don't wanna be a Shelby."

The server comes up to them. "Sir? Ma'am? Would any of you like to hear the specials tonight?"

"No, thank you." Teresa smiles.

"More whiskey," Luca says. "And for the lady, she'll have more wine." Teresa raised her brows. She didn't mind more wine, would she care so much about knowing her limit before it was time to wince at the tab?

"I forgot you love whiskey," Teresa points out.

"Italian whiskey," Luca made a hand gesture. "As I was saying... have you thought long and hard about this, as to why I'm here? As to why I want Tommy Shelby dead, how I now want everyone dead?"

"Your father." There was a pause between the two. The jazz band transitioned their music to a much slower song this time, and it started easing the nerves in both the former couple's systems despite the volume of alcohol consumed. "Arthur Shelby killed your father. John Shelby killed your brother Angel."

"If things didn't happen the way it did, my men and I would be cozying up in New York counting stacks by stacks."

"And I wouldn't be seeing you here," Teresa added. "Almost ever again," Teresa thanks the server for the excess wine refilling in her glass, then Luca's. "Now can we talk about the giant elephant in the room?"

Luca furrows his brows.

"I know why you left, Luca. I know it's been five years, but you really just packed up and left. I've never seen you so frantic until that day when you were running to the train." Not even an eye bat. "I grew miserable ever since."

"Can I say this?" Luca leaned forward, placing the cuffs of his tailored suit that it laid flat on the tablecloth. "Whatever emotion you saw in my eyes on that day, whatever it was, it was for the sake of being alive for my family. Someone's gotta help keep the business up and runnin'. None of it works if I'm not there."

Teresa stares at Luca. This man wasn't wrong. It wasn't like he was running everything in his family all on his own. His father led the family in Birmingham that Angel was a part of, even his mother lived with them, but what makes New York so important and comforting to Luca must have felt like a whole outlet of anything he ever accomplishes, how many Tommy guns he can hold and keep in his home like picture frames, how many men he has to hire from Sicily and America just to help kill one family. All of that was justified when he boarded that train to the Liverpool docks.

"Oh," Teresa straightened her back. "So much for being the big, bad capo."

"Be careful," Luca warned, pointing a finger at her. "Don't question a gangster's honour."

"You know I crack jokes here and there," Teresa's lips curled into a smirk as it reached the rim of her glass.

"So do I," said Luca.

She looked down at his hands that rested on the table. His experienced, non-scrawny hands that had a black hand tattooed on his wrist, one with a crown, and maybe some other new ones Luca got over time. She used to kiss all of them, even the one on his neck that was a cross. His right hand was wrapped with big, gold rings on two fingers, except he only kept his ring finger free of anything, that was something she wanted to bring up. "You got all those rings on your fingers but not a wedding ring.

"Not like you got one on yours, either. Unless you took it off before coming here," Luca jokes.

She shakes her head. "I've been too busy to fall in love with another soul. But you? You didn't tie the knot with Viviana back in New York?"

Luca scowled, knowing Teresa hadn't forgotten about that woman as he did. "No. I still see her occasionally."

"Yet you haven't done anything with her? Never bothered to find anyone to satisfy your mother?"

"My mother says any woman from New York or even from the old country would do."

"What did you say, after?"

"Mamma, you're killin' me.'" Teresa had to chuckle at that, Luca smiled at her. He then looked around the bar, seeing how more of the guests had gotten up to dance with their dates as the jazz music cranked up their higher tunes like a machine. "Don't tell me we're gonna be sitting here all fuckin' night. You wanna dance, Miss Tour Guide?"

The nickname he gave to her the first time. Did he really sit in front of her and tell her he couldn't remember everything they had, then? "I'm a little rusty," Teresa declines.

'We gotta stretch our legs somehow. I ain't even see your whole getup for the night."

Teresa had no problem getting up from the booth. She stepped out so that her heels were shown as well, and she placed the fur shawl down on her seat so her shoulders were out. The dress wasn't purchased by Luca, but by her, and she felt like a Grand Princess, like a little girl playing with their mother's dresses and makeup. She was never too insecure about her looks since it never bothered her, but she felt beautiful, and she wondered if Luca will still ever see her as beautiful whether or not she is clothed in front of him.

Luca kept on staring. "Then perhaps we can head somewhere else," he suggests. "Somewhere we're both quite familiar with."

How and why didn't matter, the young man who looked to be around Arthur Shelby's age paid no second thought to his surroundings as he aggressively snuffed the thick lines of cocaine that formed on the ledge up his nostril. He begins wiping away any excess off his face, exiting the balcony seats just as the Italian mobster escorts Teresa inside the dark theatre to their respected spots.

"You're a lover of theatre," Teresa spoke quietly as the show resumed to its first act.

"If you dress like one, you are one." Luca hooked his leg over the other, folding his hands on his lap.

It was silent, not the awkward or tense silence, but silent to respect and see the performance. Silence or absolute noise, the stage was the latter. The good kind of noise. The skimpy dancers twirled with batons, the man and woman playing the perky main lovers belted the note they must have spent days and nights rehearsing over and over.

Luca knew there would be performances every night back in New York City. There was always something to do and somewhere to go, otherwise you'd be glued to your chairs at home.

The show was about to end, and Luca, for the first time in God's glorious mysterious time, took Teresa by the hand and curled them together on his lap, his eyes were fixated to theatricality in front of the hundreds of people.

Teresa reacts, slowly looking down. It was nearly dark, but she could feel the giant, lumpy rings from his fingers bump into hers. He always held her hand during a show, and would only let go to join the applause when a number came to its big finish, or when the grand finale brought hypnotic joy and bliss in each audience member's senses like himself that he just had to give the standing ovation.

But just as the audience erupted in deafening applause, cheers and whistles, Luca and Teresa remained the only two members seated, their hands still holding.

HIS hotel room was neat and tidy before he left, now the sheets on the giant bed wrinkled like aged skin when Luca held Teresa down to remove her stockings. She missed his touch. The feeling of being pinned on a bed as he dominated over her, practically tearing what she wore for the occasion just to see her underneath as a sight for his sore eyes, it was definitely there, and her heart pounded.

"Luca," she breathed out a moan. He kissed her softly, now only responding with pacing movements, from positioning her to grabbing the protection from the nightstand drawers. Though he was careful with the dress and fur shawl that was set on the office desk he sat in earlier, within seconds her brassiere was tossed on the floor. With the help from Teresa, she managed to undress Luca from head to toe by just sitting up, and he was now unclothed from the fresh tailored suit his uncle made back in Mott Street.

They kissed again, and Luca went in.

+ me writing "smut": 🧿👄🧿 but ooooo shiiiit their “business” meeting was quite a night lol.

[twiceblackvelvet]

Tipsy

pt. i. pt. ii. pt. iii.

April 2nd, 2022. 22:31 PM. Seoul.

Apart from being aesthetically pleasing for photography, high-rise balconies with nothing but the night sky and light breeze for the company have always been a place of peace for Yeri. Somewhere to gather all of her thoughts and contemplate her next move, whatever that may be. Several times throughout her career, she’s stood atop a balcony, looked out over the landscape surrounding her, and tried to put everything around her into perspective. The view alone is a big part of why she bought this apartment for herself after it became clear she couldn’t stay with her parents any longer. That and it’s close to the studio where most of her time is spent nowadays.

The wine glass placed on the table beside her has been empty for the past hour, not that it matters. The bitter taste still lingers heavily on her lips as if she’d only just gulped it down. An empty bottle sits discarded on the kitchen counter of her apartment. As of late, those bottles have been piling up more and more to where her mother has grown concerned with the amount of alcohol she’s been consuming whenever she calls over to check on her. However, if it helps with getting a good night’s rest and blocks out the lingering thoughts of self-doubt that threaten to turn her into an insomniac, that’s all that matters.

Falling asleep as the sun rises used to be perfectly fine when there were several managers around and people to make sure she was on-time to different events no matter what. But, she no longer has that luxury with just one manager who barely even checks in with her anymore. A lot has changed in the last few months since the split of Red Velvet, and yet, Yeri still feels like compared to her other former members, she has achieved nothing at all. 

Joohyun has turned herself into a Mother Teresa type for plants the last she heard and is enjoying the simple life. Joy is acting again and appearing on billboards throughout the city for some cosmetic brand that is likely paying her way too much. Wendy has begun the process of kick-starting her career in America, which will no doubt end up being a success. Seulgi, well, she’s probably the only one of the group who truly understands how lost Yeri feels, but even she is preparing to debut solo. 

Whilst everyone moves forward, she can’t help but feel stuck in place. Despite the leap outside of her comfort zone after leaving SM, the creative freedom she so desperately was seeking for years is not the kind she assumed she’d have once becoming a producer and songwriter for an exciting independent label. 

“The artists don’t believe a former girl-group member with such little experience can give them the hit song their career desperately needs.” The words float through her mind once more. A constant alarm within her that triggers a deep sense of hopelessness whenever they appear in her thoughts.

A harsher breeze blows her flowing hair across her face, blocking her from pondering on the darkness inside of her head for too long. Probably for the best. It never ends well when she lets her insecurities get the better of her. The cold air sends a shiver down her spine and threatens to infiltrate her body with the flu if she doesn’t step back into the warmth of her home soon, which she does immediately. 

Like usual, her hands drift back to the empty wine bottle, sullen to find the contents missing but mentally refusing to believe that she is the one who has consumed it entirely. Light background noise stemming from the television is the only sound audible once the doors to the balcony are closed. A re-run of a drama that Yeri has tried to binge-watch three times now, every time her intoxicated brain has prevented her from picking up on the storyline. 

Her back pocket on her jeans holding her phone which is vibrating through the material. Someone is calling. Twisting her arm to grab it, her fingers almost lose their grip and drop the device which would no doubt have smashed it against the hard flooring. However, she catches it before disaster strikes and answers the call all in one motion.

Had she gotten the chance to check who it was that was on the other end of the line, she may not have wished to speak to them. But no, she has no choice. She heaves a deep sigh before putting the phone to her ear, immediately regretting how close she pressed it against her head.

“Hey! Yeri! Hello? Are you there?”

“Wendy. I’m here. You don’t need to shout, you know?”

A short laugh can be barely heard before Wendy once again bursts Yeri’s eardrums.

“I’m not shouting! There’s just an echo in my bedroom. Anyway, that’s not important, I have something to tell you!”

“If this is about the place that sells muffins that are also doughnuts again, I don’t want to hear it. I know they’re the best thing you’ve ever had but if I can’t taste them then what’s the point in telling me about it?” Yeri fires back. In Wendy’s words “heavenly food mash-ups that get the Seungwan approval,” is frankly wearing her patience thin.

“No, silly! I just woke up, I haven’t eaten yet, but I got some good news. Are you ready for it?”

“I’m practically on the edge of my seat.” 

That’s the first honest thing Yeri has said to Wendy in weeks during these phone calls that have become a bit of a habit. Her tipsy state has made sitting like a normal human being relatively difficult, it seems. 

“Well, prepare to be blown off it. The label finally got back to me about including the song you wrote for me on my album, they want it to be a bonus track, isn’t that amazing?” 

It takes Yeri a moment to recall what Wendy is talking about. The closest her hands have gotten to completing a full song lately was a poem she wrote on a napkin whilst out for breakfast with a mean hangover. However, it suddenly clicks when Wendy hums the melody, and Yeri realizes she has made a big, huge, major error. 

“Wait, Wendy. You can’t use that song! I don’t want it on your album!” She practically screeches and this time it’s Wendy’s turn to feel a sharp pain in her ears.

“Why? You were so proud of it and you know I love it too, I’ve already recorded and submitted it, I’m not sure they’ll let me take it back now.”

A throbbing sensation settles itself dead center in Yeri’s forehead. There’s absolutely no way of getting out of this one alive. Either Wendy will kill her, or… even worse…

“It’s fine, ignore me. It’s your song Wendy, I’m sure the album will be amazing but I really need to go.” 

Without waiting for Wendy to tell her goodbye, Yeri has already hung up on her and is quickly scrambling to find the right contact hoping to be able to stop what could be a disaster waiting to blow up. The phone rings for several moments before finally a robotic voice reads the age-old script of “this number is unavailable, please try again later.”

For the next thirty minutes, Yeri calls and calls, desperately hoping that on at least one of these occasions she’ll finally hear anything other than a dead end. Pacing the floor of her apartment, she deeply regrets drinking all of her wine earlier. A nice glug would go down well right now to stop her entire body from shaking. 

Just as she’s about to give up and try to sleep this awful situation away, her phone finally rings and there in bold letters lies the person she’s been aiming to speak to. Seulgi.

“Hey, Yeri. I have a bunch of missed calls, what’s going on? Are you okay?” 

The sincere, worried tone to Seulgi’s voice only makes Yeri feel even worse about what she’s about to request of the person she’s been relying on heavily these last few months to help her through the slump she’s fallen into.

“Hey, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, about all the calls I just really need a favor from you.” 

“You called me 216 times for a favor?”

Yeri pulls her phone away to check the number for herself, shocked that it’s even possible to call someone that amount of times in such a short period. But there it is, clear as day. 

“Um… Yeah. It’s kind of important, you see.” 

It isn’t. It’s just a stupid mistake that’s all her fault that she now needs to hope Seulgi will bail her out of without her finding out the real reason behind her request.

“Okay, what’s up? You’re worrying me, kid.” 

“Well, you know Beautiful Love Lost.” 

“Oh, yeah, I was just listening to the final version, funnily enough. The company loves it I even heard some people talking about how they regret letting you go.” 

Things could not get any worse, Yeri thinks.

“Well, I need you to delete it, please.” 

Silence is all that follows her words for a few seconds until finally Seulgi releases a deep exhale. 

“Look, Yeri. I know you’ve been kind of down lately with things not working out at the label. But once this gets released, they’ll see that you’re the most talented person they have there. I promise you, you don’t need to doubt yourself.”

Things did get worse. 

“It’s not that, I just think it’s too personal, I don’t want you to release it.” A lie, the biggest lie she’s ever told to Seulgi.

“I don’t understand… You were happy for me to have this and now… you’re not?”

“Yes, exactly. Now I’m not. I don’t want people to read too much into it and think they know me.” 

She doesn’t speak, but Yeri can tell that Seulgi is taking in everything she’s saying to her and trying her best to digest it all. Even to her own ears, the words don’t quite make sense, nor do they feel truthful. Seulgi has always had a way of reading between the lines and Yeri knows she’s doing exactly that now, she knows that Seulgi knows this isn’t the real reason she doesn’t want her to release the song. However, she surprisingly doesn’t question it.

“Fine, I won’t use it. But you owe me another song and fast. The album is due out on the 16th but I have four more days to resubmit anything I’m not happy with.” 

“Yes. You know you’re my favorite person, right Seul?”

“Sure kid,” The doubt clear in her tone. “But I mean it. Four days or I can’t do anything for you. I’ll have to use one of the SM producer’s songs.”

“I will, I promise.” 

They say their goodbyes to one another with Yeri breathing a deep sigh of relief she had been holding during the entire call. However, the anxiety rises in her chest once more with the realization that Seulgi, despite her stubbornness on the subject of Wendy, will probably listen to her solo project even if it’s just to be overly and falsely critical. 

Her mind goes into overdrive with worry about just how Seulgi will react. Will she bring her death slowly? Or will she simply ignore her existence as she has done with the rest of their former members? 

Before the fear consumes her completely, however, several messages from Wendy appear in the notification bar of her phone. 

00:13 AM  [Wendy]

It’s fine Yeri, I won’t use the song if you don’t want me to. I know this is personal for you.

I hope you release it one day instead. I miss hearing you sing. 

Don’t forget though, the album is out on the 15th. You better listen to it!

The only feeling Yeri is capable of at this moment is relief, however, had she took the chance to pay attention to what Wendy had said, she’d realize that another disaster was still steaming ahead on two different tracks ready to collide on the same day as each other for her two friends.

pt.v

[cityofimagines]

Heat of the Moment - Thomas (TMR) x Reader

Request: Can you do a Thomas tmr smut where the reader gets taken and after their reunited Thomas makes his feeling known because he’s scared to loose her again?!

A/N: sorry for the wait on this one!! i kinda tested out a new writing style with this being in thomas’s pov & ive been trying to write it for days & days but i think i finally got it 🤪 hope you like it :)

Warnings: fluffy smut if that makes sense...writing this made me emo & im not even a thomas girl hahaha

Thomas’s P.O.V

It feels like the past few hours have sped by in about 30 seconds. 

We escaped the maze. We did it. Somehow. Minho, Newt, Frypan, Teresa, (y/n), Winston and I made it out alive. A few others weren’t so lucky, but I’ve decided to push those vivid memories to the back of my mind for now. 

Then suddenly we were in a helicopter. I had Chuck’s blood all over me, tears filling my eyes, and absolutely no sense of clarity in my brain. Until I looked at her. 

(y/n) was- is my right hand girl. My partner. Her and I were both runners back in the Glade, and then we escaped together. She made it as far as anyone else, to this crazy building we were currently being held in with a bunch of other kids our age that had almost the same experiences as us. 

When we got into this building, they separated us into different sections of one big room to get “checked out,” whatever that means. They took me behind a curtain and sat me in a chair. They did the same with Newt, Minho, Fry, Teresa and Winston. But (y/n) was different. They took her into a completely separate room. 

I remember yelling out her name and I remember her quickly whipping her head back to me. She opened her mouth to say something but the guards that were holding her shouted at her to “hurry up” and pulled her in the opposite direction. I remember seeing the fear in her eyes and hating myself for being strapped into a chair and not being able to do anything.

Eventually they let us go, which leads us to where we are now. We’re all currently in a small, stuffy room sitting on bunkbeds, staring at the ceiling. My mind was absolutely racing at the thought of what they could be doing to (y/n). I can’t lose her. I can’t.

That girl is everything to me. She doesn’t know it, but she is. She kept me sane in that maze every day. She is the only one who knows how to constantly put a smile on my face when I feel like shit. Not having her with me right now is killing me. 

“She’s gonna be fine Tommy. Don’t worry.” Newt said quietly from the bed above me. I never actually told anyone how I feel about her, but deep down they all know.

“Thanks Newt.”

I was sitting on the edge of my bed with my racing heart and racing mind constantly reminding me of my missing piece. I cannot believe I let her go so easily. I should’ve stepped in her place. How could I let this happen? The one person I know I genuinely love and I let her go. 

What felt like hours passed, and nothing. 

“How long have we been in here?” I asked.

“Dunno, about 45 minutes?” Minho said. I dropped my head dramatically into my hands. 

“Fuck.” I whispered. 

“Hey man...she’ll be okay. I’m pretty sure I heard her say they’re gonna bring her back.” Minho explained. I had no idea if he was being serious or not, but even if he wasn’t I still had hope that she would be reunited with us soon.

“I still can’t believe we’re out. Like we’re out of the maze and we’re he-” Fry started but was soon cut off by the loud creaking of our metal door opening. All of a sudden I heard a loud “thud” followed by some shouting. 

“Here’s your friend. Now all of you, out to dinner. NOW!” They yelled and slammed the door behind them. 

“(Y/N)?!” I yelled, more to myself than anyone else. I stared at her body on the floor for a split second before I came to my senses. I immediately ran over and picked her up. 

“Thomas.” She said and practically fell into my arms. 

“Oh my God thank goodness you’re okay.” Teresa exclaimed and wrapped her arms around her best friend from the other side. 

“We’re so glad you’re alright.” Newt said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She was still mainly in my embrace while everyone else came over to console her. 

A few minutes later, there was another bang on our door. “EVERYBODY IN THE COMMON ROOM, NOW!” 

(y/n) let go of me and looked around. “I’m okay. You guys go.” 

“No.” I began. “You guys go ahead. I’ll stay here with (y/n). I don’t need anymore of us getting in trouble.” I said. 

“You sure?” Newt asked. 

“Positive. Really, go ahead.” I persisted. 

“Okay.” Newt shrugged. “I trust you. Come get us if you need anything.” And with that, they all walked out the door, leaving (y/n) and I alone. 

“Thomas?” She said in barely a whisper. 

“What is it babe?” I said using the nickname for her that accidentally slipped out one day during one of our runs through the maze. She smirked and raised an eyebrow, but never said anything to me directly about it. I just kept up with calling her that and it stuck. 

“Will you hold me?”

“Of course.”

I wrapped my arms around her tightly and put my head in the crook of her neck. Her breathing started slowing over time. I rubbed my hands up and down her back softly. I wish I knew what was on her mind right now.

A few minutes later she pulled away. She looked into my eyes for a split second and the next thing I knew, she was doing the thing that I had been too much of a wuss to do for 7 months. 

Her lips were locked on mine. Hair was tangled, desperate hands were running up and down each other’s bodies, and hot breath tickled my neck. This was everything I wanted for as long as I could remember. 

“Let me make you feel good baby.” I pleaded. She nodded. 

Soon enough lips were back on lips. I made the first move and began to kiss her neck. She moaned softly which made my knees weak. Her hands trailed to the hem of my blue t shirt, and soon enough I felt cold, soft fingers tracing my burning skin. 

“Thomas...” She said. I led her to one of the beds behind us. I sat down and she straddled me. We kissed for a few more seconds before I quickly took my shirt off. I saw her eyes scan my newly exposed body which only made me want to do the same with her. 

“Can I take this off?” I asked softly, tugging on the hem of her shirt. 

“Please.” I gently helped her out of the long sleeve she was in, and threw it somewhere unknown on the floor. I kissed her shoulders and collarbones as her hands ran up and down my back. 

“Look at you...my gorgeous girl.” I breathed. She responded by kissing me, hard. I took that to mean she was ready for the next step. 

Pants came off, and bodies were exposed. Silliness invaded our intimate time when she accidentally hit her head on the bottom of the top bunk when we went to lay down. 

“You okay babe?” I asked smiling. 

“Never better.” She replied. 

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

“Yes. Please. I want all of you.” She whispered. 

“(y/n)?” I said. 

“Yeah?” 

I paused, unsure if the timing was right. But the more I thought about it, the more I decided that this was the perfect time to tell her. We had just been through hell and back together and now we’re in this perfect, emotional moment. This is it. No going back now. 

“I love you.” I said without giving it a second thought. Once I said it, I knew it was right. I’ve loved her for a long time, and this moment with her right now has absolutely confirmed that for me. 

She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes. “I love you too Thomas.” 

I felt my heart physically skip a beat at her words. All I could do was lean down and kiss her again. “Are you ready?” I whispered against her lips. 

“Yes.” She said. 

I slowly pushed into her, giving her time to adjust to the feeling. My mouth dropped open at the feeling of her warmth around me. I noticed her face scrunch up slightly and I grabbed her hand. I pressed soft, gentle kisses to her knuckles. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah...just give me a second.” She said. After a few moments, “You can move now. I’m okay.” 

I kissed her nose before pushing the rest of the way in. I started slowly thrusting inside of her. The kisses got more passionate as time went on, moans became more frequent, and skin glistened from the heat of the moment. She looked perfect. 

“Fuck Thomas...I’m- I’m getting c-close.” She said. Her hand grabbed onto my shoulder as she bounced underneath me. 

“Me too baby girl. You can let go. I’ve got you.” I said. 

With that, she hit her release, with me not too long after. I pulled out and collapsed next to her on the bed. 

“That was amazing.” She said. 

“Yes it was.” I nodded. 

“Thank you.” She said softly. I turned to look at her. 

“I love you.” 

[madpanda75]

A Second Chance: Part Two

Co written with @amirightcounsellor!

The angsty/smutty part two! 

Part One

Sonny Carisi X Reader NSFW

Word Count: 5420

Snow fell outside, the first real blizzard of the season. It covered everything in sight-streets, cars, the rooftops of surrounding buildings. The city felt quiet, peaceful.

And you felt peaceful.

Head resting on Sonny’s chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you. His fingers traced along your exposed spine like an intricate dance, causing you to shiver and nestle closer. Sonny’s arms tightened around you, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

“Doll, what do you think about coming home with me for Christmas?” He offered quietly, words hanging in the air.

An uneasy sigh left your chest. You wanted nothing more than to spend Christmas with Sonny. Hot chocolate, watching the snow fall as Christmas carols played in the background. Watching his nieces and nephews open gifts while his siblings took pictures and laughed.

“I’d love to, Sonny. But uh, you know it’s just my mom and me. I don’t want to leave her alone.”

Sonny tensed before relaxing again. “Is that what you really want?”

Laughing, you shook your head. “She’s sick. The drugs, the different boyfriends. I don’t know. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. But...it hasn’t all been bad. You know she’s the reason I went to law school? Work somewhere like SVU. So I can help people, be there for someone when no one was there for me.”

Sonny sat up, essentially bringing you with him. Lifting your chin so that you could look at him, he tucked your hair behind your ear, eyes swimming with concern.

“This isn’t for pity. I’m telling you this because if it wasn’t for her being the way she is, for everything I had to go through, I wouldn’t be where I am now. With you. Maybe it’s all just a giant coincidence or maybe it’s how everything was always supposed to be but I swear, it was all worth it. Because it all led me to you.” You breathed out, feeling a bit vulnerable. You and Sonny had been dating for over a year now and had already exchanged I love yous early into your relationship, but you had always remained a bit guarded. There was still that deep rooted need to shield yourself, to protect yourself from getting hurt.

Right now though, with Sonny’s arms wrapped around you and the snow lightning up the night sky, you never felt more safe.

“I, uh.” You heard yourself stutter, not sure how you were going to put everything you were feeling, everything you were hoping, into words. How did I get from there to here, you wondered.

“Jeez, what time is it?” Sonny asked in a gravelly voice.

“I know it’s like two in the morning and I’m wearing this stupid fancy dress and I’m a little drunk but today was my cousin's wedding and seeing everyone happy and in love was killing me because that could’ve been us if I didn’t mess it all up” You rambled, voice muffled by both trying not to cry and your body racked with shivers. “Your seat was empty the entire time and my shrew of a grandmother asked me how you were and I had to tell her we weren’t together anymore and she blamed me and she’s right, you know” You rambled off.

Sonny’s eyebrows raised in surprise, motioning for you to come in, placing a hand on your lower back as he gently led you into the living room. “Jesus, you’re freezing,” He exclaimed, grabbing a blanket for you to wrap yourself up in.

Placing it over your shoulders, you awkwardly stood in front of where Sonny was sitting on the couch before he motioned for you to join him.

The two of you sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity. You stared down at the floor, afraid you would burst into tears the minute you stared into those blue eyes.

The cold pane of the car window felt refreshing against your warm skin, opening your eyes you stared at the cookie cutter houses lining the streets. Snow blanketed front lawns, still adorned with Christmas decorations in January. Sonny glanced at you from the driver seat, his brow furrowed with concern. “You ok, doll? Seem pretty quiet tonight.” Plastering a smile on your face, you nodded your head, the two of you were on your way to the Carisi house for Sunday dinner. You liked Sonny’s family, the Carisi clan were warm and friendly, at times they were a little overbearing but they always welcomed you into their home.

Tonight you wished Sonny would have cancelled, a week ago your mother had checked into an in patient rehabilitation center, yet another attempt to get sober. Driving her to the facility, your mind was flooded with memories of your past. The tears you would cry when your mom would leave in search of a fix, the chair you would push against your bedroom door when you were afraid of your mom’s latest drug dealing boyfriend. The images haunted you, the anxiety and fear seeping into your body. You thought that part of your life was over, that you had gone through the fire, coming out the other side a stronger person, but maybe you were wrong.

The car came to a sudden halt, having reached its destination. Sonny unbuckled his seatbelt and looked over at you. Ever since your mom left for rehab, you seemed distant, distracted. It worried him, but whenever he brought up the subject, you would just smile and brush him off. Not wanting to push you to talk, he decided the next best thing was to just be there for you during this time, support you as best he could.

You stared at the house, the lights coming from the windows made it look so cheery and inviting. Thoughts began to fill your head, “What was it like to grow up in a home like this? Is this what Sonny wants? Could I give that to him?” Closing your eyes, you braced yourself for the evening, the noise, the people, the not so subtle hints of marriage and children. “Not tonight. I can’t do this tonight.” You thought, reaching for Sonny’s hand as he opened the door. “Sonny,” you said, trying to suppress your panic.

Before he could answer, there was a loud bang on the window, making you jump. Sonny laughed, as his nieces and nephews pummeled the car in snowballs, shouting his name, “Uncle Sonny! Uncle Sonny!” He got out of the car, promptly getting hit with a snowball, “Hey c’mon kids! Not the car!” They ran back into the house to announce your arrival. He dusted the snow off his coat, laughing as he walked around to your side of the car.

Opening the passenger door for you, he took your hand, intertwining your fingers. “What were you sayin’ earlier doll?” He looked so happy, grinning from ear to ear as you both walked up to the house, you pushed down the uneasy feeling settling in your stomach. “It’s nothing, never mind.” You said, plastering a smile on your face once again.

“So, Y/N, when are ya gonna make an honest man out of my little brother.” Sonny’s sister casually asked at the dinner table, making you drop your fork with a clang. You had barely sat down to eat and the questions on marriage and family were already starting.

“Teresa, seriously. C’mon!” Sonny replied.

“What? What’d I say? Ya know everyone has been thinking it. Ma’ is dyin’ over here waitin’ for her baby boy to settle down.”

Bella Carisi threw a piece of bread at her sister from across the table, “Teresa mind your own damn business. They’ll get married when they get married.” Sonny placed his hand under the table, giving your knee a tight squeeze. He could feel your body tense up next to him as the two sisters bickered over your nuptials.

Mrs. Carisi took a sip of wine before reprimanding her daughters. “Girls! Manners please! It’s Sunday, can’t we just have a nice family meal?” Once everyone had settled down, she turned her attention to you. “You know, Y/N. I was cleaning out the attic this weekend and guess what I found? Nonna Carisi’s old wedding dress. It’s beautiful, you should see it. I would be happy to save it for you….if you and Sonny ever decide to…....”

You wanted to run out of that house screaming, the pressure of getting married, having kids, settling down was bearing down on you like a vice. You clenched your fist, your nails digging into the flesh of your palm as you listened to the woman. “Ya know, Sonny was Nonna Carisi’s favorite.”  She winked at Sonny, making him blush. “It would mean so much if you wore that dress. Maybe later tonight we can go try it on, just for fun.”

Sonny interjected, throwing his hands up in the air with exasperation, even he was getting a little annoyed with them. “Ma, please. Let’s just eat and enjoy the evening.”

“See….what I’d tell ya?” Teresa said motioning over to her mother. The rest of the dinner continued as such, family members talking about children, PTAs, marriages, and mortgages. You sat there trying to join the conversation but your head was somewhere else.

After dinner, you excused yourself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face before meandering your way into the living room. Walking up to the fireplace, you looked at all the pictures gracing the mantle. Photos of vacations, graduations, new babies, marriages, these beautiful moments frozen in time. It was almost as if they were taunting you.

What were you doing here? You didn’t belong here with this perfect little family. Suddenly, the room felt too hot, you took big gulps of air trying to keep the bile from rising up in your throat before walking out the front door. Standing on the front lawn, the white snow crunching under your feet, you stopped and closed your eyes, letting the cold air wash over you.

“Doll? What are you doin’?” Sonny walked over to you. “It’s freezing out here.” He rubbed your arms, trying to bring some warmth back into your body.

“I’m ok….just needed some air.” He nodded his head before motioning to the door, “You coming back in?”

“Yeah…..just give me a minute. Please?” He looked at you for a second, his face etched with worry before leaning forward and giving you a quick kiss. “Don’t stay out here too long.” He said before stepping back inside.

The cold numbed your body, you embraced it, focusing on the sharp stinging sensation, rather than the pain you felt in your heart. You stood there, listening to the sound of laughter coming from inside the house, feeling like an outsider, a fraud. The walls that Sonny had broken down were beginning to rebuild themselves.  This is where you belong, not inside, not with Sonny. You belong out here, alone where you can’t mess anything up, where you can’t get hurt. With a heavy heart you walked back into the house, you now knew what you had to do next.

The drive back was silent, no noise except for the hum of the engine. Sonny turned his head a few times, mouth opening as if he was about to speak, but the look on your face stopped him. You stared straight ahead, watching the tail lights of other cars while you mulled over what you would tell Sonny.

You both entered the apartment, peeling off your jackets and snow crusted boots. Sonny followed you into the living room, the calm before the inevitable storm lingered in the air. “Ok, doll. You gotta say somethin’, I’m going crazy over here. What’s goin’ on?”

You stared at the floor, not knowing where to even begin. “Is that what you want?” You mumbled.

Sonny walked towards you, cocking his head to the side in confusion. “You’re gonna have to be more specific here.”

“The house! The wife! The 2.5 kids with the collie!” You shouted, feeling exasperated. Sonny smirked, trying to make light of the conversation. He knew his family had put the pressure on you both about your future together. “Well personally I never got where that “.5” came from and we don’t have to get a collie. We can adopt from a shelter or whatever.”

You shook your head, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. “Please don’t joke right now. I’m serious, do you want to get married and settle down?”

Sonny sighed, moving to sit on the couch, running a hand through his wind messed hair. Of course he wanted to get married and have children, he wanted that with you, but there was always an underlying fear to admit it. “Well….yeah I do…..and…. I want that with you. Don’t you?”

You joined him on the couch, staring into his eyes filled with such hope about your future together. “I don’t know…...I don’t know if that’s something I can give you right now.”

For a split second, a look of disappointment flashed across his face before he masked it with a nervous smile. “Well hey, that’s ok. We’ve got time.”

“What if I can’t ever give that to you.” You whispered. Sonny furrowed his eyebrows, watching you with concern. “What do you mean?”

“I mean….maybe I’m not the right person for you.”

He gently reached for your hand, afraid that you would crumble under his touch. “Come on don’t say that. I love you, we have a good thing goin’ on.” You pulled away, afraid if he touched you further, you wouldn’t have the strength to continue.

“It’s been great but let’s face it, sooner or later you’re going to want something more and I just can’t do that.” The tears you tried so hard to hold back began streaming down your cheeks, you truly meant what you said. You both were from two different worlds, you didn't believe you were capable of giving Sonny what he wanted. “I mean what are we doing together? You have this perfect wonderful family and this fairytale image of what life is like and I don’t. That’s not where I come from, that’s not who I am.”

He shook his head vehemently, beginning to get upset at your words. As if you were assuming what he wanted and expected of this relationship. “You know I don’t expect a fairytale life. I just want you.” Your heart crumbled hearing the pleading tone in his voice.

“We’re just too different Sonny. It’s not you it’s-,” Sonny interrupted you, angry and frustrated. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare use some bullshit cliche like that on me!”

“Well it’s true isn’t it?!” You lept off the couch, turning to face him. “We can keep up this facade for a while but those differences are going to become more apparent and pull us apart.” Sonny stood, reaching out for you, his hands cupping your face. You tried to struggle, to break free, but you just couldn’t. Your heart wouldn’t let you. “That’s not true. We love each other, isn’t that enough?” Sonny wiped the tears from your face, feeling his own eyes begin to water up. “We love each other, Y/N.” He kept repeating the phrase, desperately trying to convince you. “We love each other…...right?” He whispered, the pain audible in his voice.

Standing there in silence, you wanted to scream, “Yes, I love you!” Instead, you did the hardest thing you ever had to do, you kept telling yourself it was the right thing to do, Sonny deserved better. You stepped away from his hold, “It’s not enough. I just can’t do this anymore. Let’s be happy with what we had and just end this now before it’s too late.”

You walked to the door, silently crying as you put your jacket and boots back on. Sonny ran after you, practically pulling you towards him. He clutched your shoulders, making you stare into his blue eyes now filled with tears. “You don’t mean that. Come on, this is just a fight and we’ll get over it and it’ll be fine.”

“I don’t think so, Sonny. Not this time.” You tugged yourself free and opened the door before hearing him call your name, one last desperate attempt to get you back. “Y/N…...please….don’t.” Your whole body shook as you choked back a sob. You turned around one last time, unable to help yourself, “I’m sorry. Goodbye.” You left him standing in the foyer, quietly closing the door behind you.

“I miss you, Sonny.”

Sonny nodded his head. He had missed you so much this last month-your smile, your laugh, the smell of your shampoo, even. The apartment wasn’t the same without you, it wasn’t home without you. “I miss you too.”

You finally looked up at him, those four words giving you a glimmer of hope. “Please tell me it’s not too late, that I can still fix this.”

He frowned at your words. Sonny had always worn his heart on his sleeve, he was an open book. The love he felt for you was different than anything he had ever experienced before. When you left, you took a part of him with you, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed.

“You left before, Y/N. How do I know you won’t do it again? I don’t-“ he paused, bending forwards to rest in his head in his hands, tugging at the ends of his hair and sighing. “I don’t think I could take it if you left me again, doll.” He admitted, voice cracking at the end.

Furiously shaking your head, you tentatively reached out for his hand and a wave of relief crashed over you when he didn’t pull away. “I won’t. I-“ pausing, you tried to find the right words to say. “I thought maybe if I left, you’d find someone who could make you happier. Someone who could give you everything you deserve-a marriage, kids.”

Your whole body was shaking as adrenaline coursed through your veins trying to save whatever was left of the relationship you had damaged. “I’m so scared of you realizing that I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. All I know is that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone and I'll do whatever it takes to prove that to you. I should have had more faith. In us. In what we have.”

“I always believed in us. I always believed in you. I just wish you could have too.” He sadly said. You took a moment and looked at the man who had stolen your heart completely. He looked tired, worn, the bags under his once bright blue eyes showed he hadn’t been sleeping well. It just about broke you to know that you were the one who caused that pain.

Taking your free hand, you gently cupped his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I never really had a home growing up, and then I met you and everything changed. It seemed too good to be true. But you are my home, Sonny. I don’t want to let that go. I can’t let you go.”

You felt the tears begin to pool in your eyes, desperation clawing at your insides. “I’ll leave, if you want me to. But I’m begging you, please don’t let me go,” you whispered.

He leaned his head into your touch, kissing your palm. “I’ll never let you go. I’ll always be here for you.” Moving closer, he took your face in his hands, kissing your tear streaked cheeks before softly kissing you on the lips.

“Besides, this isn’t all on you. I should’ve realized you were struggling. I never meant to rush you into anythin’, I hope you know that. The last thing I want is for you to feel like we’re not in this together. I would love nothing more than to marry you, to start a family together. But If you’re not ready, if you’re never ready, it’s not a sacrifice. Just bein’ with you is more than enough for me.”

You felt lighter than you had in months, the laugh escaping your body one of both relief and disbelief.

“I can’t believe you’re the one apologizing here.” You shook your head, turning towards Sonny to run a finger across his lips. You missed the way they felt, they way he tasted.

Quietly, you inched forward, allowing yourself to press your own lips to his, Sonny sinking into the kiss almost instantly.

“I love you, Sonny,” you whispered.

“I love you too, doll.” Turning his head to deepen the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were like a moth to flame, unable to tear yourself away from him for even a moment.

The room felt electrified as Sonny’s tongue sought entrance into your mouth, making you moan softly at his eagerness. His hands moved to your waist, gently pulling you into his lap to which you lifted your dress and straddled him, continuing the kiss, not wanting to come up for air. His hands rested on your thighs, gently squeezing them as you began to grind against him. You could feel your lace panties growing wet as Sonny’s thick, hard length pressed against your center, leaving Sonny groaning as he began to lick and kiss a trail down your neck, tongue tracing your clavicle.

Sonny’s hands roamed your form, slowly reaching behind you to unzip your dress. “Is this ok, doll?”

Nodding your head, you stood up to let your dress pool around your feet. Sonny got off the couch, staring at you with such an intensity that you couldn’t help but blush under his gaze. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, his fingertips ghosting over your body sending a jolt straight to your core, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each uneven breath you took.

“Take me to bed.” You whispered. Sonny reached around your body to cup your ass as you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him hard and whimpering when he pulled your lower lip between his teeth, carrying you to the bedroom with fervor.

The two of you barely made it past the doorway before Sonny had you pressed against the wall, fumbling to lower your bra straps quick enough. “I’ve missed you so much,” He panted, pressing small kisses to the now exposed skin. You squirmed under his touch, desperate to have him inside you but willing yourself to take your time, to savor every moment.

“Think I know a way I can show you.” You exhaled, begging Sonny to let you down so that you could sink onto your knees.

He didn’t take much convincing.

Staring up at the man in front of you, you felt your mouth start to water in anticipation. He looked so good like this, eyes dark and focused, the muscles twitching in his arm as he held your hair back.

Kissing his length that was straining against his sweats, you watched Sonny’s head fall back as he let out the neediest moan. Knowing that you had such an effect on him left you feeling hot all over, wanted in the best way.

Freeing Sonny from the confines of his clothes, you took him into your mouth, tasting the flood of saltiness from his precum.

“Oh fuck.” He cursed as you lowered your head further, your hand stroking him in tune with your motions. “Feels so good.” Smiling at his words, you sped up, hands falling to rub his thighs as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, giving him control. Sonny groaned, stroking your check with his thumb as he thrusted into your mouth. You knew he was getting close by the way his legs were shaking, breaths coming in short and uneven.

With one last thrust, Sonny withdrew himself and guided you back onto your feet and towards the bed where he laid you down, his own body surrounding you with warmth as he held you close. You could feel his hardened length pressing along your thigh as he kissed down your neck, the sensation driving you wild with need.

“Sonny, please.” You whimpered, desperate with need while he continued his descent down your body. He chuckled against your skin, “It’s my turn now doll.”

Taking his tongue, he flicked it against your nipple before pulling the hardened bud into his mouth, tugging lightly with his teeth while he pinched the other. You gasped, arching into his touch while you threaded your hands through his hair. Releasing with a pop, he moved to the other breast to repeat his actions.

He licked a trail down to your hips, the wet marks provided a cooling sensation against your warm skin. Gently biting down on one hip, he kissed his way across to your other hip, his fingers running up and down your slit through the lace of your panties. Sonny pulled them off, looking down at your glistening core, groaning before settling himself between your thighs.

His tongue ran up your center before he took your clit in his mouth, massaging it with his tongue, moaning as he continued to lick you with enthusiasm.

He pulled away, biting down on your inner thigh, “Fuck, I missed this so much.” Sonny dove back in, eating you as if it was his last meal. The noises you made combined with the taste of your essence was intoxicating. His head nodded between your thighs, the sound of your wetness smacking against his lips along with your moans and whimpers filled the room. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you took in large gulps of air, you felt as if your whole body was on fire.

“Oh God, Sonny…..so good.” You sat up watching him devour you, his blue eyes boring into your eyes, hooded with lust as he nibbled on your nub.

Moving two of his fingers beneath his chin, he slowly plunged them into your sheath, thrusting into your core. You fell back on the bed, your eyes rolling back in your head as he crooked his fingers to find your sweet spot. Grabbing him by the hair, you grinded down against him, it had been so long since you felt his touch, your heart felt like it would implode in your chest. You clung to the headboard with one hand, needing to steady yourself as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “Fuck, I’m so close.”

His tongue swirled around you faster while his fingers stroked the inside your walls. Sonny hummed as he sucked hard on your clit, the vibrations sending you over the edge. Your thighs clenched around his head as you arched your back, practically screaming his name. Draping his forearm across your hips, he held you down, his fingertips digging hard into your skin while you bucked up against his face. Releasing you from his mouth, he licked the evidence of your arousal off your thighs and lower lips, before giving your feminine core one final kiss.

Crawling back up to meet you, you took Sonny’s face into your hands, kissing him deeply and sighing at the taste of yourself on his tongue. “Need to feel you, please.”

Smiling softly, Sonny took one hand to guide himself inside you, the other resting beside your head for support. Every moment Sonny took filling you up felt like the sweetest torture, the raw need and relief evident in both of your voices as soon as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Sonny groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and facing the ceiling. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling his muscles tense and relax underneath pale, smooth skin.

Sonny opened his eyes, blue eyes clouded with lust but staring at you so sweetly, he lowered himself back on top of you, cradling your head in his hands as he continued his movements. His pace so dangerously slow, he watched in amusement as you wrapped your legs around him, desperately reaching out for him as if to say I need more.

“Tell me what you want.” He teased, one hand reaching down to circle your clit as he fucked you, causing you to lose all train of thought. Instead of words, the only sounds leaving your mouth were a string of curses and oh Gods, followed by you screaming out Sonny’s name the second he sped up his pace.

You didn’t think you could take it much longer. You needed him, wanted him in every way possible.

Lifting your hips off the bed, you met Sonny thrust for thrust, pushing against his chest with your hands. Sonny knew what you wanted without you having to say it, and soon he was flipping the two of you over, you sitting in Sonny’s lap as he rested against the headboard.

You waited until Sonny tried to catch his breath to lift yourself off of him, grinning in satisfaction when he groaned, fingers digging into your hips so hard they were turning white as you sank back down.

“So wet, baby.” He tried to say between shaky breaks, “this all for me?” Nodding, you let your head fall back, hands firmly planted on Sonny’s sweat slicked chest, realizing you were soaking Sonny’s thighs and the bedsheets with your arousal.

“No, wanna see you.” He commanded, and you whimpered at the hoarse, rough edge in his voice. “Wanna see your face when you cum.”

“Cum with me?” You panted, leaning forward to wrap your arms around Sonny’s neck as you continued to ride him, harder and faster with desperation.

Sonny laughed, cut off by a strangled cry as you squeezed around him. “Christ, what are you doin’ to me? I’m not gonna last, love.”  Hands flying everywhere, Sonny used one to grip onto the soft flesh of your bottom as he fucked up into you, the other fondling your breast as he pulled you closer, sucking your hardened nipple into his mouth and teasing the bud with his tongue.

Soon, the stimulation became too much, and you were whimpering into Sonny’s shoulder, body shaking as you felt your release quickly approaching. Biting down on his shoulder, you felt your walls begin to flutter against his cock while his thrusts became more erratic. Sonny pulled you off his shoulder, placing his hand on your neck, forcing you to meet his eyes. He stared at you, pupils blown, his brow furrowed, mouth open and breaths coming in short pants, sweat beading on his forehead.

Your nails dug into his skin, leaving half moon indentations. “Sonny, I’m,” you gasped, that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach tightening, ready to explode. He took his thumb and brushed it lightly against your lips, “Let go for me baby girl. Let me hear you.”

His words sent you over the edge, crying out before kissing Sonny hard, your release overtaking you. He quickly followed, moaning against your lips, pulsating inside you as he spilled his seed. You both clung to each other as waves of pleasure consumed your bodies, he continued to move against you, prolonging your orgasms before slowing his thrusts. Tucking your face into the crook of his neck, you softly moaned, peppering him with light kisses while you came back down to earth.

Sonny kissed your shoulder before resting his head against it, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck….that was amazing.” You nodded, still tucked away against his skin, the exhaustion of the day combined with the intensity of your orgasm began to overwhelm you. Tears fell down your cheeks, dropping onto Sonny’s neck. He pulled away when he heard you sniffle, cupping your face in his hands, “What’s wrong? Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s not that….. I’m just so happy. I love you so much.” He smiled, resting his forehead against yours, “I love you too...so much.” Sonny kissed away your tears before laying back in the bed, bringing you down with him. He rested his cheek against the top of your head, the smell of your shampoo still lingering, he inhaled deeply, the scent bringing him comfort before closing his eyes. Laying your head against Sonny’s chest, you could hear his heart beating, the rhythmic sound lulling you into a peaceful sleep. 

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[kurtty-drabbles]

Healing au (part2)

N/A: Do not mess up with Zaorva and don´t make MILF jokes with her...Sorry, that article was gold. OCS will be used. And the Harem won´t be that important.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @sailorstar9 @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336

The Harem has 5 princesses now and life as well, the princess of the family Blanc made a profit with war and agree with a treat with a very important kingdom. It´s lucrative to everyone, and the best part, they did all this in Zaorva´s name.

Kurt is not religious even though he has a cult dedicated about himself, no, but the idea of having a Zaorvaian in his harem did make him side eyes, however, expel someone who workship HER may be a tad bit stupid.

(Kurt sweat cold when the name Zaorva is mentioned and he knows, too well, how Zaorva can be ruthless. Life can be a bitch and Kurt does not wish to tempt her anger)

Of course, his efforts to make Zaorva ignore his presence was cut short when a fire smoke presents on his palace and Venus, HER Herald, appear carrying her master´s fury.

Venus points her finger to the princess of the family Blanc with a vengeance as her eyes are showing the primordial fire, HER fire. " You and your family committed a Genocide in the name of my lady? She hear, she saw and knows everything and I´m here to deliver her punishment to you" her tone has a cold tone that matches with her fire-ish presence.

Fire engulfed the princess burning to ashes and this was in front of everyone. Kurt is there watching the woman turning into ashes, no, she didn´t even turn to that...the primordial fire is something else. Something that Kurt will never conjecture.

Venus now points her finger to Kurt. "You!" she strolls at him with HER fury and now Venus´s eyes are crystal blue and Kurt can only shiver and sweat cold as SHE is talking to him. "You! This is also your fault, the family burned and destroyed a kingdom to please you and me, I´M NOT PLEASE" her tone is deadly and Kurt is gulping hard and loudly. "Your punishment will be to fix that. There´s no life in that place, nothing...you´ll make life there" and Kurt can feel her presence squeezing his form "I´m not talking about necromancy...you´ll build a kingdom as lively and bright as before"

Venus´s eyes are back to her fire presence, but, she still is pointing at Kurt with a displeased face. "Kurt Wagner, you have a mission from my Lady, fail and we´ll eat your flesh" she promised.

"But...I´m a conquer...I know nothing about making a kingdom" Kurt has the guts to speak even if is in a low tone. Venus does not appear to show mercy to him, yet, she is giving this advice. "Go to the central city, look for a healer named Bob, he´ll help you"

And Venus leaves in the same way she enrols in the harem. Fire and smokes and fear are present in the court and Kurt has to stop his world domination.

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Kitty is dressed up as Bob, a healer that is working work for the evil necromancer, she knows the man is often in need of healers. She was sure that getting the job would complex and full of the interview.

When the necromancer strolls in the bar looking for Bob, Kitty is surprised how quickly she got the job. "Congratulations, Bob, the healer, you´ll work for me...and for Zaorva"

"Yes!" Bob said. Kurt is bemused.

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Kurt has many minions who do his dirty work, of course, no one is as good as him, however, the latest excuses for failures is grinding his nerves. "Let me guess, your excuse will be" Kurt fake pondering "Oh right, a mysterious healer shows up and magically knock you out?!" Kurt is bemused.

His last student is nodding saying that the healer has abilities he never saw before, Kurt is not pleased. "And this healer defeat all of you?" Kurt asked once again noticing how some of his students are still in pain.

Bob is working with Kurt, the first step is to make sure the soil is fertile and is watching the situation unfolds. Kurt´s zombies appear and Kurt´s gaze is on his last student. "Now, in my eyes or this mysterious healer is that powerful and a threat to me or my lazy student is making a lie, which one is the truth" his smile is cruel and Bob knows what will happen, so, bravely so Bob speaks.

"Wait, I know the healer, she´s from Zaorva cult, the first of her name and a force to be reckoned "Bob speaks in a modest tone "they are speaking the truth, they have to meet Shadowcat"

Kurt sends his zombies away and is pondering, now, this is different. "Bob, tell me more about this healer, please?"

"Oh, fine, only because you´re asking politely"

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Bob is a hot topic for people inside the harem and outside as well, the man is often lurking around and looking for something, one of the ladies thought the man wanted an excuse to be with her, sadly for her, that´s not the case.

"So, he does not have the spear?" Bob mutters and now is thinking about her next movie, suddenly, Kurt shows up with great news.

Is the spear?!

"I know her name!" Kurt exclaimed with the confidence of having a real confidant. Bob is making his usual face(no glamour, only a good disguise) as Kurt is talking about the healer, making Bob sweat now "her name is Katherine Anne Pryde, healer of the Zaorva, the first of her name, the only daughter of Cameron and Teresa Pryde and" he gives a wild grin making Bob sweat even more "she´s immortal"

"How did you know that?" Bob asked in a cool way.

"I´ve my ways, Bob" and leaves as Bob realizes this is a far complex cat-mouse game, meanwhile, Kurt is paying at the detective for getting the basic of the necromancer, even her image.

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Kitty is using her white robes as she´s healing one person in the road, of course, she's not surprised to see Kurt Wagner as well looking at Kitty as she finishes her proceed.

"So, you´re the sweet healer that has been in my way?" Kurt asked in a leery way but the threating part is lost on Kitty as the man continues "doe eyes and a gentle heart, yes, are you."

"Are you insulting or compliment me? " Kitty asked wittily and Kurt only replies. "Sweet healer, don´t cross with me" and Kitty couldn´t help by adding "Well, I´m not crossing you, I´m here on the middle of the road, but the road is big enough...you can walk without any problem"

Kurt bites his lips and says he´ll be looking for her and leaves. Kitty is sure this is the most complex cat-mouse game ever. Meanwhile, Kurt has no idea why he has the need to compliment this healer.

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Bob has trouble as Kurt likes to talk about the healer and his confusing feelings about her. "She´s a worthy rival" and Bob nods and then Kurt asked, "Bob, are you gay?"

"No, bi and no, no interest in any woman in the harem" Kitty speaks as the new houses are being built and refugee from wars can stay on the land.

"I see, I just ask to know, whatever you swing hope the person is worthy of your time...you´re a good friend Bob" and Bob is sweating feeling guilt.

"Thanks, you´re a strange boss but I can´t say I hate to work with you" The reply is sincere and Kitty knows she needs to end Bob or else...

"Ok, wanna see my new fanart of the Healer? She has beautiful eyes and the fluffiest hair ever" Kurt declares and somehow Bob is blushing, thankfully, Kurt did not saw.

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The Kingdom is ready, a capital city and common cities to fill the space. The commerce is thriving and Kitty is amused at how Kurt take his job seriously, Bob, was finally killed as Bob wanted to be with his husband and kids.

A party is being thrown as dance and music are being rung loudly, the new kingdom will remain and the young ones have a bright future at their front, suddenly, Kitty is taken by a group dance and her small hands are intertwined with blue ones.

"Hello, Evil Necromancer" she speaks easily.

"Hello, sweet healer" he responds still dancing with her. There´s an old saying that goes like this, keep your friends close and keep your enemies closer. Of course, there´s no saying on dancing with your "enemy" but Kurt just concluded a task for Zaorva and is alive so who will question him? ___________________________________________________ Zaorva watches the scene as Venus is thrown some suggestion. "Maybe, we should tell who Bob is...He never connected the dots and Kitty is terrible with glamours"

"She´ll tell when she´s ready, she feels guilt and is confused about her feelings with this necromancer and Kurt is not very smart with his feelings" Zaorva speaks sincerely.

"And you never get confused about your feelings for IT?" Venus asked.

"No, sometimes, IT can be an asshole, but, I love IT very much...even an asshole"

Meanwhile, as IT is dealing with his Heralds and ITS changes his mood for better. Not that will help his Heralds very much.

[itshollandsgirl]

I’ll Never Leave You (Newt Imagine)

Warning: Sad *le cry*

A/N: I was going through my drafts and stumbled upon this that I wrote when I saw Death Cure. Enjoy.

Caution: A bit cringey

Thomas and I wrapped our arms around Newt and forced him to keep going. We weren't going to leave him, I wasn’t going to leave him. We’ve been through so much to give up on him now. Newt was slowly dying from the disease in our arms. I was trying so hard to not cry for him, but my heart was breaking seeing him like this. This was our worst fear, losing him to the disease. We made it to the tunnels when Newt collapsed to the floor.

“Sarah go! We’ll meet you there!” Thomas yelled at me. “No! I’m not leaving without him!” I said trying to help him with Newt. “You’re not going to, come on Newt we’re almost there.” Thomas said to him. “S-Sarah, just go. Go without me. Both of you.” Newt said. “Are you kidding me? I’m not leaving you Newt, you know that. Remember, start to finish and this isn’t the finish.” I said to him in the eye.

At this moment is when I began to tear up. By the look in his eye I can tell the disease was ready to over take him. He only had a bit of humanity left in him.

“Please, just go. Or kill me. I don’t want this to fully take me.” Newt begged. “I’m not killing you. Come on, you can do it baby I believe in you.” I said him pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Sarah, I love you. You were the best thing to ever happen to me.” Newt began. “No, no, no don’t you start talking like that. You’re going to make it. Brenda has the serum, you’re gonna get it and you’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay again.” I said as I cried and held him. “Don’t forget about me.” “Newt-“

“Thomas..”

Thomas and I looked around, Teresa’s voice echoing throughout the burning city.

“Thomas please come back, I know you don’t have reason to but please I need you. The only reason why Brenda is alive is because of your blood. Your blood cured her.” Teresa spoke. “You can cure Newt too and everyone else. Just please, come back to me.”

“Thomas..” I said looking at him. “Newt, Sarah come on we gotta go now!” Thomas commanded us.

I tried to pick up Newt but he grabbed my hand.

“Back away.” Newt said through the black silva.

I got up from the floor and grabbed Thomas. Newt got up and started thrashing around before stopping abruptly.

“Newt...” I said.

He turned to us and screamed. He came at us full speed. Thomas pushed me out of the way and Newt through himself at Thomas. I sat in fear watching the love of life turn into a monster. He sat on top of Thomas trying to bite him.

“Newt stop!” I screamed.

He turned to me and his breathing started to calm down. He looked back at Thomas.

“I’m s-sorry Thomas.” Newt said.

He reached down Thomas’ leg and grabbed his gun aiming it at his head.

“No!” I screamed getting up.

Thomas tackled him and took the gun away. Newt went back to Crank mode and took his knife.

“Sarah run!” Thomas yelled at me.

I stood frozen watching Thomas and Newt fight. Newt kept trying to stab Thomas, succeeding in slicing him a bit. I ran up to Newt and tackled him. He dropped the knife.

“Newt stop this! You can power through this I believe you!” I screamed at him.

I was on top of him trying to get his hands down. He through me off of him and went to his knife again. He went for Thomas again and it all happened so quick. I sat up and saw the both of them looking at each other. Next thing I see is Newt laying on ground with a knife through his chest. Newt killed himself. I couldn’t tell if I made a sound as I ran to his side. His body lay lifeless; I let it out, I screamed and cried. I picked up his head laid it on my lap, my tears dropping on his face. My Newt, my love, is now dead. Not even ten seconds later Brenda and everyone ran in with the serum but she was too late. Too slow.

I looked at Thomas, “Go.”

He nodded, took his gun, and ran for WCKED HQ. Everyone approached me slowly, fearing I might lash out. Brenda was crying as she approached me.

“Sarah...I am so sorry.” She said. “Sorry doesn’t bring him back.” I said quietly.

I took the knife out of his chest and held it in my hand.

“I know what you’re thinking don’t do it.” Minho said. “You don’t know what I’m thinking.” I said broken-hearted. “Yes I do, you’re want to kill yourself too. I know it hurts, I feel your pain, but do you really think Newt would want this?” “I don’t want to live without him Minho, I can’t live without him. He was my everything.” I was cradling his face. “And you were his, but I know he wouldn’t want you to do this. He would want you to live, in memory of him. Put the knife down.”

Minho was now in front of me, tears also spilling seeing his now deceased best friend. He took the knife out of my hand and pulled me into a hug, I cried into his arms. He held me up and started to walk me back to the plane.

“No, I’m not leaving him here.” I said through my tears. “We can’t take him with us.” Gally said. “I’m not being separated from him, not again. Please.”

Gally sighed, “Let’s get him wrapped up.”

The sun shined down on me and the wind blew through my hair. I sat next to Newt’s grave, like I always do, and watched over this place we now call home.

“You would’ve loved it here baby, it’s beautiful.” I said. “He really would’ve.” A voice behind me said, Thomas. “Hey.” I said. “Hey. You doin alright?” He asked sitting next to me. “I guess.” “I know it’s hard, to lose the one you care about most.” “Yeah..” “I’m not saying to get over it, but maybe move on. Make a new start.” “I loved him Thomas, I’ve always loved him. There hasn’t been a day where I haven’t.” “Even when he pushed you into mud or got guts in your hair?” Thomas tried to lighten the mood. I smiled and chuckled, “Yes even then, I might’ve been really pissed at him but I still loved him.” “Damn, well consider this as a new beginning for the both of you.” “Yeah, I will.” “He loved you too ya know?” “I know. He always told me. Even before he died.” “He said the memory of you never left his mind, he had a hard time remembering things, but you were never something he struggled with.” I chuckled, “Yeah he told me that too. He was someone I could never forget either. No matter how hard they tried to make me forget.” “I remember when you two reunited, I’ve never seen him so happy as long as I had known him.” “That was a beautiful moment, I don’t think I had cried so hard before.” “You two really had an unbreakable bond.” “We did.”

We sat silently. Thomas looked back at Newt’s grave and patted the ground.

“You gonna be okay?” He asked me. “I will be, eventually.” “Okay.” Thomas nodded and patted my back before leaving back to camp. “We did it Newt, we found a place to call home. Just wish you were to see it.”

I stood up and left a kiss on his head stone, “I love you.”

(A/N: Sorry if it’s kinda bad, but I loved Newt so much and he deserved better)

[oscar-piastri]

forever and always [newt]

a/n: hey guys! so i’m still struggling with writing, but I enjoy it so here I am again lol. i also wanna say that I’m not english & I’m still learning (in school but mostly by myself) so pls be nice about typos and stuff, and if you have any advices for me, I’m ready to hear them!

quick summary: your relationship with newt during the death cure + the death cure movie spoilers (+2.5k words)

You were just coming back from the rescue mission, to take Minho away from WICKED, but something went wrong and everyone was pissed. Thomas was furious, you could tell that he just wanted to scream at the whole universe, Newt and Fry were calm, they didn’t say much but you knew deep down that they were disappointed. The other were questionning the new kids from the mission, telling them about the departure in a few days to reach a better and safer place.

It was now the middle of the night, and you couldn’t really sleep. You kept thinking about Thomas and his plan to go to the “Last City” to bring back Minho. You looked at your boyfriend, who was awake and playing with your fingers “You know that he’s gonna do something stupid, right?” you asked him. It’s been months, but Thomas never gave up.

“Yeah...” your boyfriend sighed, sitting on your shared mattress you used as a bed. Newt stretched his arms and muttered “Pack some stuff, I’m gonna wake up Fry. I’ll meet you in ten minutes” you nodded to answer, as he kissed you softly. God, you loved him so much, he was your rock here and you couldn’t see yourself without being with him. Even though he said to pack stuff, you quickly realized that you owned pretty much nothing. You just took a bag, put some jackets in it and waited for Newt to come back with a sleepy Fry. Then the three of you met Thomas at the car, he didn’t say much but you knew that he was glad that you all came with him.

 You were now in a dark tunnel, in the car that was upside-down because Fry tried to avoid or smash some cranks. “Babe, are you okay?” you heard Newt’s voice and you knew he was worried about your safety after the accident.

"Yeah, I’m fine. Thomas got me out, what about you? Are you all okay?" you asked your friends. You truly wished that everybody was safe, because after losing Minho and the betrayal of Teresa, losing one of them would be terrible.

“My hand” you overheard Fry whinning, which made you chuckle because you knew that he would be fine. Once everyone got out of the car, you started to panick : you were surrended, Fry was out of munitions.

Newt saw how worried you were, he hold your hand and put you closer to him as a sign of protection. You quickly felt better and stronger with him by your side, because no matter what, you’ll be together forever and always. You tried to look for a way out but you already knew that there was none. Suddenly, your heard a loud noise : a car. Not even a second later, you saw a car rolling over some cranks before stopping right in front of you. Brenda and Jorge. “God, I’ve never been so happy to see you guys!” you told them, jumping in the back of the car, before helping your three friends so they could join you.

 A few hours later, and you were near the “Last City” but you needed to pass through some city filled with cranks. “That won’t be really easy” you told yourself. You all made it to the wall of the Last City. Cranks were shouting from everywhere, and you first instinct was to grab Newt’s arm. You were pretty amazed by it. WCKD built a fortress, modern buildings, a real population was living insisde and they were surrended by cranks but couldn’t care less. Deep down, you wished for the cranks to pass through the wall and infect everyone. Some of them may be innocent, but most of them worked for or with WCKD and agreed to all the torture like the mazes.

Suddenly, WCKD started to open-fire at the crowd. Your group ran the opposite way. Dying here would be so dumb. Newt took one of your hand and ran alongside with you to get to the car as fast as possible. You didn’t even look back to see who was following, to see if everyone was here. So were stopped in your course when you bumped into someone. They were masked and you remembered Newt warned everyone about them, because they’ve been following you since you arrived here. One of the masked men grabbed you and threw you in a car wih Brenda and Thomas. You tried to struggle but they were a lot more stronger and you let them took you.

Newt wasn’t with you, and you didn’t like it.

 After a few minutes, the car stopped and someone shouted for you to get out, but the thing you heard the most was Jorge screaming to find Brenda. As soon as you and her were out of the vehicle, she tried to calm him. But you, you ran to Newt and hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go of him. “I told you guys not to seperate them, she’s going crazy if she’s not with him in a situation like that” one of the masked men told his companions and you knew he was talking about you. But how would he know? Thomas looked at Newt very confused and the masked men took his mask off.

Gally. You looked at Frypan and asked him if he was seeing the same thing as you, but the fact that Thomas jumped on Gally to hit him answered your question.

 You were now saying goodbye to Newt. After that Thomas attacked Gally, he took us to see his leader, a crank called Lawrence. Thomas made a deal with him, that will allow him and Newt to go in the Last City through a secret entrance, if the rest of you stayed with Lawrence. “You’ll be careful out there, right?” you asked your boyfriend as you played with his blond hair.

“Yeah, I promise. You know I’m always careful” he chuckled, making you smile a little. It was true, that even though he’d follow Thomas everywhere, he would always make sure that it’s a good decision. When he arrived in the maze, it was just him and Alby, but after a year, when you arrived, it was him and you, and he had to make the best decision to protect the both of you.

“And also, keep an eye on Thomas, if he hurts Gally, I’m pretty sue we won’t make it out alive” you joked but you saw that Newt was worried to leave you here. He kissed you and left with Thomas.

You went to see Frypan and sat next to him “Gally’s alive. This is messed up. Minho killed him” Frypan told you, completely lost with the situation.

You sighed. Yes, everything was mind blowing and you just wanted to scream. “Well, I’m not surprised. But I’d rather see Chuck here than him...” you told him, wondering if the boys will be back soon and with some interesting informations.

 “Teresa?” you asked, wainting for a confirmation. Teresa was here, in the Last City, working for WCKD. Thomas was talking but you weren’t listening. You were just thinking about how Teresa betrayed you, and how she was the reason why Aris, Sonya and Minho were captured. Suddenly Newt pressed Thomas on the wall, almost yelling at him. You were too slow to react, because when you finally moved, he had already apologized and left the room. You decided to leave him alone since you couldn’t really help him, and only Thomas could. Boys stuff. Thomas gave you a week smile as he walked past you to join Newt outside.

 A few moments later, Thomas came back without Newt. “He’s asking for you” Thomas told you, you saw that Thomas wasn’t feeling so good.  

You went outside and joined Newt. “Hey babe” you greeted him  “Are you feeling better?” you asked him, as you sat next to him.

He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at the sky. He was so beautiful, just like that, and the more you looked at him, the more you loved him. “I don’t wanna lie to you” he told you. You looked at him confused, and as you were about to speak, he showed you his right arm. And you saw it. You saw that Newt was contaminated “I guess that WCKD lied, I’m not immuned”

You didn’t know what to tell him. It was hard to accept. Your boyfriend wasn’t immuned, and he could die. “B-But Brenda’s fine! We’ll find a cure. We’re going to have Teresa help us get into WCKD and we’ll find something” you told him, your eyes tearing up.

He smiled softly at you. He took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes. “I don’t remember much of my life before the maze, well I don’t remember anything to be honest.” he laughed a little before speaking again. “I don’t remember if I was loved or if I loved someone. I wasn’t sure to know what love was before I met you, to be honest. But when I look at you, I feel different, I feel safe, I feel happy and I feel stuff in my stomach. When I’m with you, I want to do everything to protect you. You’re giving me a reason to fight this.” he told you, pointing at the WCKD tower.  “You make me want to be strong. I love how you happy you sound when you laugh, I love how your dimples show when you smile. Y/N, I love you, and I know that you love me too.” he declared.

You were crying the whole time, but also smiling. His words were making your heart melt. He took something out of his pocket and gave it to you.  “Newt...  Is that a..?” you asked him between sobs.

“A ring. Well a hand-made ring” he chuckled. “I made it a few weeks ago with some steel I found. I’m giving you that ring so we could be together, forever and always” you told you, as he put the ring around the right finger. Newt was so caring, he was perfect and you couldn’t dream of a better boyfriend. You kissed him, feeling his cold lips on yours made you shiver. The kiss was filled with love, you put all your emotions into it and you never wanted to let go of him.

 You were waiting in a bus with Brenda. You were both recaping the plan. A few hours after your discussion with Newt, he went back to the city with Thomas and Gally, and went back with Teresa. She took away some sort of chip that could allow WCKD to follow you. Now, Frypan was making sure you’ll have a way out, while Thomas, Gally and Newt were escorting Teresa inside WCKD’s headquarters. “We’ve got this Y/N, don’t worry, we’re gonna save your boy” Brenda told you, trying to reassure you. You gave her a weak smile as an answer, because you knew it wouldn’t be easy.

A few moments later, Brenda drove the bus to Gally who was with the immune children. You quickly noticed that Minho wasn’t with them and Thomas and Newt were also absent. “It’s okay, I’m going back inside. Wait here” Gally told Brenda, as you were helping the children to get inside the bus. You noticed one of the immune children with a bag. The serum. You called Brenda and showed her the bag, making you both smile.

But after a few minutes, Brenda yelled at everyong to get down, saying that we had to leave because WCKD soldiers found you. You told the children to hold tight to something, as Brenda tried to get away from WCKD. After a dangerous high-speed pursuit the bus was cornered by WCKD. One of the soldier asked for you to get out, and Brenda left you inside as she was going out to finish the plan.

You were still in the bus, but hanging in the air with a crane thanks to Frypan. After a few minutes and the fall from the bus, you were now outside the Last City. After making sure, that everyone was safe and the serum still intact, you got out of the bus and waited for Frypan.

As you were all running towards Lawrence’s lair, you began to ask a lot of questions about Newt and the boys. Did they find Minho? Were they safe? Once you got to Lawrence’s place, you realised everybody was gone. It was just Frypan, Brenda, the Immune children and you. Brenda was the first to realise that they all left to attack WCKD and she was also the first one who heard the aircraft coming for you. She immediatly realised that Jorge was coming to help you.

 People were yelling, building were exploding, cranks were shooting but you were waiting for Newt and the others. Suddenly, you saw Minho and Gally, both still alive, running like crazy towards you, screaming about the serum. Then it hit you. Brenda was already running to join Thomas and when you tried to follow her, Minho tried to stop you. But you knew what was happening, you knew your beloved Newt was turning into a Crank and Minho didn’t want you to see him that way. You struggled a little bit, but you got out of his arms and ran as fast as you could run, trying to get to Newt before it was too late.

When you arrived, the only thing you saw was Brenda, standing up, the serum in your hands. You screamed and ran towards Newt. You collapsed next to your boyfriend’s body, crying and screaming. You felt awful, your lover was lying on the ground, lifeless. You felt like someone ripped you heart of your ribcage and put knives in it. You didn’t know what really happened, but you knew that Thomas had left to join Teresa, because just like everybody else, your heard her asking about him coming back because he is the cure.

You looked at your dear Newt, your view was becoming cloudy because of your tears. Deep down, you knew it was coming, deep down you knew that he was aware of his death, but you weren’t ready for it. You would never be ready to live without him.

Minho and Frypan quickly got to you, they both were shaking, they were probably shaking but you didn’t really noticed. Brenda got to you, telling everyone to go, that it wasn’t safe anymore. But you refused, you refused to let him here, alone like that. He deserved so much more than this death. You fixed his blond and sticky hair, closed his eyes and muttered “Forever and always” before Minho took your hand to bring you back to the aircraft. “I’ll love you, forever and always Newt”

 A few days later, you all got to the safe place : safe heaven. Well everyone except for Newt and Teresa, who died protecting Thomas. You were next to Minho, in front of the memorial rock where he was engraving the name of ‘Newt’.

[fangirlbase]

Imagine - CROWLEY

                                                                                          Hell

“Did you get the girl?” Crowley was sitting on his throne, waiting anxiously for an answer.

"We've got two demons breaking into her house right now, sir.” His assistant replied slightly frightened.

“Great.” Crowley smirks, clasping his hands in front of his chest. A more infernal version of Montgomery Burns, some would say.

Sam and Dean would have no way to escape: they would have to return the badge of the demons with Kevin Tran if they wanted you - the younger Winchester's girlfriend - back.

You were not a hunter, quite the opposite: you was a kindergarten teacher, known for yours contagious calm. You certainly were the complete opposite of Dean Winchester, but not Sam. All that calmness, sweetness, and gentleness had brought down the man's four tires, as his brother would say. You looked even more like a fairy-tale princess as you factored in her radiant beauty like a porcelain doll, as well as being unable to alter the voice or do anything to anyone and anything. Really, the perfect person to take care of those babies and Sam, who longed for an anchor of normality in his life.

It was a Saturday afternoon, you had just watched a movie on television when you started feeling bad. You was fond of picking yourself up during those periods precisely not to reveal the little monster that lived inside you. Sam even understood you, even though he did not think so. It was late afternoon when you woke in a jolt when you heard your door being broken open, followed by two men invading your room and catching you by the arms before you could even scream.

"RELEASE ME NOW, YOUR STUPID!” You shouted, fixing the completely different environment of the living room of your house, noticing the forty-year-old man sitting on a throne, scornfully at you.

"Oh, I see I've finally met the famous Y/n. My demons have worked hard to find it, but nothing is impossible for the King of Hell!”

“What?”  You had lost the color of your face a little, finally realizing where you were from “You can only be joking. That does not exist!”

"I would not say that sort of thing in front of my demons. They may feel tempted to show you how much of it is real.” Crowley had a dark expression on his face. "Now, how about how much time it will take for Moose and his brother to come and get the damsel in distress? I do not think they will want the little princess to contact me for long.”

"How should we warn them, Lord?" The assistant asked.

“What do you think of an ear? Van Gogh too?”

"A little, Lord.”

"You're right, we do not want it to look like a proof of love. How about.... Oh! Did Moose give you an engagement ring?”

"When you say Moose, are you talking about Sam?" "You didn’t understand anything else, only you were in danger.

“But of course! Who else?”

"Maybe ... your boyfriend?" Your patience had already reached the limit. Those hands tightening on your arm already hurt too much, in addition to all the discomfort that grew more and more in your womb. Since it had been charged to that situation, and then why not make the life of the King of Hell, even greater hell?

Crowley's eyes caught fire-even for a possible hidden wish-but mostly for the affront. He had no doubt, picked up a dagger and followed in steady steps toward him.

"I told you to be quiet, Mother Teresa.” He used the holy name as a curse, since being a bitch was almost a compliment to them.

“NO!” You screamed, trying in vain to defend yourself when you noticed the dagger too close to your neck.

                                                           ***

Crowley's demons had managed to put together the perfect scene of possible terror in a place covered with secrets: the Bunker's door, they left a small box, clearly aimed at the Moose - which instantly revealed the sender, but it was not something to be seen mattered. When the brothers arrived from the small case they had just settled, Sam asked Dean to drop him off at the Bunker's gate to investigate the box while his brother went into the parking lot. The moment Sam opened the packet-already inside-it looked like he'd just seen a haunt right in front of him.

“DEAN!” He cried out completely pale and desperate.

"What is it, Sammy? You look like you've seen a ghost.” Dean commented casually, entering the room.

“We need Castiel, NOW!”

“What happened?” Dean was already worried.

Sam said nothing, just held out the box, showing its contents: a lock of blood-stained hair next to the ring he'd given you three months earlier with a note:

 "You know what to do to get her back.”

 “Crowley ...”

It was at least an hour and a half before Castiel was finally able to appear from the Bunker, and he was instantly incensed. Kevin felt slightly guilty. He liked you, after all. For a few moments, Sam had almost been kicked out of the mission, out of control, which would probably force Crowley to hurt you.

"IT'S MY GIRLFRIEND, DEAN! And I will not lose her, not this time.” Sam was completely determined.

"I understand, Sammy, but you need to calm down first. You do not want to scare her any more, do you?” Dean tried to put his brother in place, to control his fury a little.

When at last Castiel forced the two brothers inside Hell’s, it looked like a movie scene: the Angel opening the heavy doors of Crowley's hall in a loud crash, striding forward, followed by the two brothers with their daggers and the demons' knife in their hands , just stopping to watch the chaotic state the room was in.

They already expected to find a weakened state, perhaps even tortured, but never would the demons beg for mercy. When Crowley ordered his capture, he did not think that his humanity, purity, and goodness were strong enough to defile his kingdom. But how he was mistaken.... All his virtues were amplified by all the emotion you felt at the moment, managing to let the King fall on the ground, without strength to defend himself, crying out for help, although his demons were even weaker than he, looking for a way out.

“Do you think you’re the king of hell? THIS HERE IS NOTHING COMPARED TO HELL THAT I AM FEELING, YOUR STUPID! - You screamed quite altered, not even noticing the broken door - TRY TO PASS A DAY WITH YOUR UTERUS AUTOMUTILATING TOGETHER WITH YOUR COLUMN BEING ENERGIZED AND TELL ME IF THAT SHIT IS HELL!”

"I just wanted to rest a little, relieve all this martyrdom, but I cannot do that either! You had to come and kidnap me in the middle of my sleep! I was dreaming about Momoa, you know? JASON MOMOA! HE SAID ON HISARMS AND WAS GOING TO KISS ME WHEN I'VE BEEN SEEN!" You threw a book that was lying flat on the floor, slowly approaching Crowley. "I could not have either Sam or Jason Momoa, and you want something from them in return? NOT ON MY SHIFT! Your problem is with them, NOT WITH MY HAIR!”  You pointed to the embezzlement in your face “You know what they are going to talk about a woman of almost thirty years wearing fringes?! ALL THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" You stepped on top of Crowley, who was already shouting out of pity for Castiel “AND STILL GOT MY RING!”

“Y/N!” Sam shouted, catching your attention.

You remained silent for a few seconds, absorbing the whole situation.

"Oh, how wonderful. You still made Sam see me that way!”

Dean managed to intervene the moment you turned with eyes full of fury and nails in claw to Crowley's face.

“SAM! Hold her!”

“LET ME GO, SAMUEL!” You were quarreling, completely angry.

‘Y/n, please!” Sam asked quietly, calming you enough to hold you against his body with just one arm, stretching the other and killing the demon trying to attack you two.

Because Crowley was weak enough to compare himself to a semi-human, it was not too difficult for Castiel and Dean to leave him even more hurt and stunned.

“THAT WILL NOT REMAIN LIKE THIS!” Crowley yelled with all his might, watching the brothers walk away.

"Oh, it sure will not.” You ran to your limp body, kicking his groin with all your might, watching the King squirm for feeling his humanity. “Your jerk.”

                                                         ***

You appeared in the middle of the room in the Bunker, completely weary of all the confusion.

"Y/n..." Kevin could not finish his sentence, watching you stride toward him, stealing the hot chocolate he was going to put in his mouth. “Hey! That's mine!”

"Not anymore."

You really did not like being seen that way.

"I ... I ..." Sam did not know how to explain the whole story of the monsters to you.

"Sam, she's not as frail as she looks. She put Crowley on the floor.” Castiel remembered.

"And not so pure either. She likes big guys, Kevin.” Dean made fun of him.

"Y/n..." Sam tried again.

"Please don’t say anything to make me freak out again today. I just want to get some sleep for this whole discomfort." You grumble crouching like a cat.

"Come here, you can sleep here and tomorrow, and we'll solve your door, how's it going?" Sam approached, practically carrying you to his room.

"You promise I'll be able to kiss Jason Momoa this time?"

"If he does not show up, I'm here for you."

“But it's Momoa ...”

“Women ..." Dean hisses, laughing.

“Who is ... Momoa?” Castiel asks.

"You will not want to know."

[darkjanet2]

Drusilla’s Soul Ch. 15 Part 1

Drusilla was tossing and turning in her bed, she was whimpering and moaning in her sleep that she was having a nightmare.

Monstrous Angelus killed her family right in front of her. He tore her Uncle’s intestines and coiled up around his neck and hung it. He was suffocated until he died. He tore her older sister’s dress so that her back was bare. He slit her back with the machete and her spine was revealed and pulled it out. She plopped down the floor dead. Angelus smiled wickedly at her younger sister as she was terrified and tears rolled out of her eyes.

Angelus picked up the bolt cutter from the table and he began to cut her fingers as she was screaming and wailing in agony. Angelus laughed even harder and continued what he was doing. He plunged his hand into her chest and tore her heart out. She died from her last breath.

Lastly, Angelus raped Drusilla’s mother over and over again. She screamed in agony, but he kept going. When he finished, he slit her throat, forcing Drusilla to watch. Drusilla turned her back and refused to watch anymore. She just cried harder and harder. Angelus laughed harder and harder.

At The Convent

Angelus murdered all the nuns, he snapped Mother Teresa’s neck in half and she died instantly. He killed Sister Mary Thomas by breaking her back and neck. She was dead.

And then the beautiful woman, his sire, Darla came in and kissed him. Angelus kissed her back until they heard her whimpering and mumbling. They looked at her, and Angelus decided to sire her. Angelus and Darla were making out on the floor, Dru laughed insanely, and then she cried.

Angelus bit Dru’s neck and fell into darkness.

Drusilla bolted up from her nightmare and she was covered in sweat from her sleep.

‘Oh. It was just a dream.’ thought Drusilla. She wiped her sweat and tears.

Drusilla opened her iPhone X, the screen said it was 4:34 AM. She sighed dreadfully and plopped her head onto the pillow. She couldn’t sleep. She missed her family very much. She needed to get some fresh air.

Drusilla went outside the cruise, the wind blowing breezily and the sound of the ocean waving through the ship. She looked up at the night sky, the night was so young and serene. The full moon shone brighter in the night and the stars were dazzling.

‘Angelus is long gone after I avenged my family’s death.’ thought Drusilla.

“I miss you, Mother, Uncle, Hannah, and Stephaine. Since your death had avenged, you may well rest in peace,” said Drusilla as she walked back to her room.

7:35 AM at Odaiba, Japan

A burgundy-haired boy was snoring loudly. His room was a bit messy, the blind shut as the sun shone dimly through the blind. There were wallpaper soccer players on it.

A small blue creature hopped on a boy’s belly as he was waking him up.

“Davish! Davish! Wake up!” said the creature called DemiVeemon.

A boy named Davis Motomiya groaned as he awoke from his slumber. DeeiVeemon smiled at him.

“Good morning, Davish.”

“Ugh, good morning, DemiVeemon.” groaned Davis glanced at the digital clock. His eyes widened so he was going to be late for school!

“Aah! It’s morning already?! Crap, I’m going to be late for school!” Davis dashed out of his room and went to take a shower. He washed and brushed his teeth. He put on a blue shirt with white and yellow stripes, a pair of brown shorts, blue socks, a navy blue vest, and goggles that Tai had given to him.

A toaster popped up a PopTart, he took the Pop-Tart to his mouth, grabbed a backpack, and finally put on orange boots before he headed out to school.

“Bye, Mom!” he called out to his mother as he ran out to school.

He was running late for school, he had to hurry or he wouldn’t make it. He didn’t want to get tardy.

Davis could see the school building up ahead and he glanced at his watch which was 7:55 AM. He cursed under his breath, he had five minutes left before school started. He stopped by the street traffic and pressed the button, the traffic light would change for a moment.

“C’mon! Change!” said Davis, impatiently pressing the button. The traffic sign changed into a walking sign. Then he quickly ran across the street. And he finally made it! He put his hands on his knees, panting. He glanced at his watch again which was 7:58 AM.

‘Better get to class.’ thought Davis, quickly went inside the school.

Davis made it to class and spotted TK was talking to Kari. He was pretty ticked, but he took a seat.

When a teacher came in, he greeted his students and began to lecture on algebra.

At Basketball Practice

A coach blew a whistle and the boys gathered around.

“Come huddle up, guys,” he called out to his students to gather around him.

“What’s up, coach?” asked Davis.

“We have a game this Friday against a team from out of state,” said Mr. Ueta.

“A team from out of state? Who?” asked TK.

“Someplace called Sunnyville or something,” said Mr. Ueta.

“You mean Sunnydale, coach?” asked TK. and

“Yeah, that’s the place. You heard of it?” he asked.

“I heard it’s a place that had lots of weird occurrences. When will they arrive?” he asked.

"Friday and they will have a tournament with us for the remainder of the weekend to show no hard feelings, win or lose." Mr. Ueta said.

"Ooh, when is the game?" Davis asked, he was interested.

"7:00 pm, they mentioned preparing their hotel reservations and something about a couple of school players having a medical issue with Ultra-Violet Raises." Coach said.

"Okay, Coach,” TK said.

“Now, let’s practice. ‘Cause we’ll start a tournament Friday night,” said Mr. Ueta.

“Sounds fun.” smiled Davis.

“No way! A tournament?” asked the boy.

“We haven’t played a tournament for a while.” said the other boy.

‘A tournament, huh? Well, I can’t wait to meet them.’ thought TK.

At the end of the school, all the kids walked their way home from school. TK wouldn’t forget the gig, he would be there tonight.

“See you at the gig.” TK bid farewell to his friends and walked in the opposite direction.

4:34 PM in Princess Cruise

The Cruise had arrived in Tokyo (Yokohama), Japan at the port. All the passengers were decamping to Tokyo. Drusilla stayed in the shadows to avoid the sunlight, so she ordered an Uber ride so that she had to find a hotel.

Five minutes later, an Uber driver arrived at the port. She got in the car and rode to the hotel. Ten minutes later, an Uber drove to the Shinagawa Prince Hotel. It was a quiet tall building. She thanked an Uber driver and gave him a tip.

She walked inside the hotel and greeted the receptionist and asked him if she needed a room. He nodded in affirmative and gave her the keys.

She found room 601 and unlocked the door and she peeked inside. There was a well-made queen bed, nice furniture, a blackout drape, and a Smart TV. She found a way to the bathroom, partially open bathroom, shower/tub combination, slippers, and free toiletries.

‘It’s been 20 days since I rode on that cruise. I need to relax for a while.’ thought Drusilla.

Drusilla made herself comfortable and turned on a TV. She watched a Japanese romantic drama. She called room service to order some wine.

5:52 PM

Drusilla had already showered, she was dressed in a red stretch lace sheath dress, black pantyhose, and black combat boots. She also wore a velvet red choker, lavender eyeshadow, and red lipstick. She brushed her brunette hair. She was ready to go out and explore. She grabbed a velvet red jacket and locked the door.

She strolled down the city which people were strolling along, laughing, and joking. And the couples were holding hands while they were walking. Drusilla frowned; she wished Leon was there, but she still had a mission trip.

Just when a girl appeared in front of her and asked, “Excuse me, miss. Would you like to come to the gig?”

“A gig?” Drusilla asked.

A young girl had pink pigtails, blue eyes, fair skin, she wore a pink and white school uniform, white knee socks, and a black Mary Jane shoe.

“Yeah. A band called Teenage Wolves. Yamato-Kun is awesome! So, I give you this poster.” said a girl who gave this to Drusilla.

Drusilla took a poster, a boy in the middle was a guitarist and a vocal leader had blonde hair. This boy was so young, she could tell.

“The gig will start soon, you won’t be delayed.” said the pink-haired girl.

“Um, okay. Where’s that at?” asked Drusilla.

“It’s across the bay shore. You should take transportation.” she smiled.

“Alright, I’ll go. Thank you,” said Drusilla, waving at the young girl goodbye.

She entered Oimachi station and paid the fare for a ticket. It took 32 minutes to ride the train, and she walked up the stairway. This city was called Odaiba.

‘I wonder where the concert is? This girl told me she invited me to the concert.’ thought Drusilla.

She looked at the address on the poster, she didn’t need to ask them for directions. So she fished out her phone and opened the Apple Maps app and named the address. And then she proceeded walking in the direction.

Dru saw a lot of people lining up to the ticket booth. It was very crowded. She decided to stay in line. She wanted to see Teenage Wolves. A few moments later, she paid for one ticket and entered the arena. She took a seat in the 14th row.

The band grabbed their instruments, loaded them up in the amplifiers, and set up for a soundcheck. Matt peeked out from the curtains, the audience was crowded, he could see TK and their friends. However, his crazy fangirl, Jun, was there. He shuddered, but he shook it off.

“You ok, Matt?” asked the keyboard player.

“Yeah, Jun is here,” said Matt, he was a bit uncomfortable.

"True, but remember unless we work together we can't reach our end goal, Matt." The keyboard player said.

“He’s right. You have to stay focused on the gig. Think about the practice.” said the drummer.

Matt sighed, “Yeah, you’re right. Let the gig begin.”

The lights went out. Red, blue, and purple flashes pulsated through the darkness, following the rhythm of an ominous beat. The curtains parted, thick fog, colored like the rainbow by the light show, streamed over the stage. The LED screens flicker until the illuminated silhouettes of the Teenage Wolves appear.

Matt stood in the spotlight in the middle of the stage with a microphone stand.

"Are you ready to ROCK!" Matt yelled.

The crowd yells "YEAH!"

"We're sorry, we think you can be a little louder than that," Matt said.

"Are you ready to ROCK!" Matt shouted.

The crowd screamed again "YEAHH!"

As Matt smiled the band began to play, the crowd going wild as Matt began to sing......

You've got a boy, you've got a girl,

Sitting underneath a tree

They sit there every day

And even though, you may think

this is the way the things should be,

It may not always be that way

You can't take nothing for granted,

You've gotta live life today

I turn around

and I can see what's behind me,

I turn back around

and I can see what's ahead

And if you don't believe

I'll be here all along,

Just turn around

Just turn around

You wanna get you gotta give

There is no other way to be

So give it a try

If what I say is really so

you gotta let somebody see

You can't just keep it inside

You can't take nothing for granted,

You've gotta live life today

I turn around

and I can see what's behind me,

I turn back around

and I can see what's ahead

And if you don't believe

I'll be here all along,

Just turn around

Just turn around

*instrumental*

The concert started to rumble above the sky, they could feel the ground shaking underneath.

“Aah! What’s going on?!” the guy cried out.

“Was that an earthquake?!” the girl cried.

Drusilla didn’t know what was going on, she tried to figure out where the earthquake came from. A black foot of the dinosaur was stamped on a stage and the band fled. The audience was screaming and running out of the concert. Drusilla had to run without tripping over. There are no locks on the doors or windows and only one route of egress in the case of an emergency.

Drusilla got outside of the concert, she then looked at the giant creature roaring and blasting fire out of its mouth and destroying the buildings.

‘What the hell is that thing?! And how do dinosaurs exist? It doesn’t make sense!” thought Drusilla.

More creatures were flying above the sky, they were dragon-like demons clad in black, with four red eyes, several wings on their back and head, they had long tails, they had buckles on their arms, and tips of red fingers.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” said Drusilla.

[esandcasg]

Chapter 2 - The Future in Now

“Hello mate.”

The words hung in the air. The stiflingly hot air of this sweaty pit that he had called home for the last three years. The jungle heat and humidity somehow adding to the moment; the viscosity of the air slowing down the words.

He looked at me. I saw a whole spectrum of emotion cross his face. Surprise at my sudden appearance after eight years. Disappointment that we had managed to find him. Anger at how we had lied to him and destroyed him all those years ago.  There were surely plenty more that I couldn’t read and probably didn’t want to.

“Andrew?” I ventured, trying to get a response from him.

He continued to just look at me. Thoughts being processed behind blue eyes. I noticed him studying my face, clearly wondering what had happened since that night in the tunnel in the middle of Kangleong. I, in turn, studied the face of the man in front of me, replicating the slight shock at his appearance. Whilst still undeniably handsome, the past eight years had clearly taken its toll on him, the long scraggly unwashed hair and beard making him appear to have been sleeping rough for some time. I contrasted this to the man full of positivity and excitement that I had met in the Blue Oyster bar in Kathmandu. A flash of guilt passed through me. That fateful night eight years ago had clearly set off a chain reaction that had led him here. And it was partly my fault.

Finally, he spoke. “Sister Teresa called me mate in the Third Grade. My friends call me Andrew. You're neither, shithead.”

With that he went to slam the door. I saw the move coming and stuck my foot in the door. The flimsy swing door to his hut bouncing against my Ed Viesturs signature La Sportiva Trango boots. I didn’t come all this way to get shut out before I said what I needed to say.

“Andrew, you are going to want to hear this,” I tried to reason.

I couldn’t see Andrew at this point, the door blocking my view. Whether it was subtle change in the lighting that I registered through the slit of the open door, the sound of his sudden movement, or just intuition, but I realized his intention to put his shoulder into the door and force me out. I countered him by slamming the full weight of my body into the door just before he got there. Whether it was because I had gotten the jump on him, or whether it was the extra weight that I have put on through lockdown, but Andrew went crashing backwards, landing on his back in the middle of the hut.

I quickly entered the hut like a trained marksman, not taking my eyes off the target, anticipating his next move. But at this point he seemed resigned. He lifted himself up into a sitting position, his shoulders sinking. My thoughts went back to the storm-wrecked slopes of Kangleong after the serac collapse and death of Fred Viesturs. The way I had held him as he cried, his snot freezing on my down suit. It was heartbreaking to see him like this once more.

I offered my hand to him, as if he was sitting on the floor next to a 1950s car, and I had just laid out Biff with a left hook. “Are you… okay?”

He ignored me, and instead responded to my earlier question. “What do you want, Adam? What am I going to want to hear?”

I looked around his hut for somewhere to sit, but there was no furniture aside from the bed, the soiled sheets not looking like they had been washed in some time. He noticed me looking for somewhere to make myself comfortable, and - resigned to me being here for some time - slowly got to his feet and offered me a drink.

“I wish I could offer you a Harbour Reef like the old days of the Blue Oyster, but I only have a Pumpkin Spiced Latte to offer. Do you want one?”

I wasn’t convinced whether these autumnal flavours really suited the fresh spring morning that had broken an hour ago, but I suspected that offence would be taken if I pointed this out.

“Yeah, su-“ I stopped as he suddenly grabbed his stomach in pain and bent over.

“I need to go and lay beef. All these lattes have gone straight through me. Wait there.”

He rushed over to the door in the corner of his bedroom, revealing the plush en-suite facilities beyond. Closing the door behind him, I heard the sound of trousers being rapidly pulled down, and straining as he let rip. The occasional fart rolling around the amphitheater of the bowl.

Not sure where to look, I inspected the eleven latte cups sitting next to the dishwasher. There wasn’t much else to look at in his hut apart from the high-tech coffee machine and Harry Kane calendar. I smiled to myself as I inspected the coffee machine, memories of him pulling it out of his daypack at the top of Kangleong and making a celebratory brew, his frustration as the ground cinnamon blew off in the high winds, rather than being sprinkled onto the white milky foam.

I heard a flush and Andrew appeared from the bathroom, kindly leaving the door open. He walked back to the coffee machine.

“So,” he began, grinding the fresh locally sourced coffee beans. “What I am really interested in knowing, is what has happened to you in the last eight years. You look like you’ve aged about twenty years.”

The smell of freshly brewed coffee started to do battle with the smell of freshly laid beef, the contrasting smells playing a game of aroma tennis in my nasal passages. One a strong, dark, powerful thing of beauty, the other a stinking pile of shit. One could argue it was like a game between Nadal and Djokovic.

I didn’t have a good answer to the question that he had asked, so didn’t pull any punches.

“Andrew, I am from the future. And I came here in a time machine that Ifan invented. Now I need your help to go back to the year 2013 and stop Sir Henry Craven.”

The cup of pumpkin spiced latte that he was about to offer to me slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. The brown liquid goodness splashing all over the floor and up the walls of his hut.

“Is this some sort of joke?” He said. But I heard the doubt in his voice. Surely he could see it in my face that I was fifty years old, and not forty. Eighteen years older than the last time I saw him, not eight. It was not possible to age that much in that space of time without having a lot of kids.

“It’s no joke. I have travelled back from ten years in the future. From 2030.”

“Okay, ‘future boy’, who is the president of the United States in 2030?”

“Donald Trump,” I replied.

“Donald Trump!” He exclaimed. “Still?!”

“Well, he refused to leave, so in the end everyone gave up.”

“Makes sense,” Andrew said, as if my story suddenly had more merit. “So come on then, I will humour you and ask what is going on here.”

I drew in a deep breath, and began. “Even though you have isolated yourself, I am sure you are aware of the ongoing pandemic?” I had noticed CNN playing on the TV in the corner.

“Of course. What about it?”

It had started in 2019. The outbreak of Covid-19 that led to the lockdown of most of the world. Conspiracy theories and fake news on Twitter became the norm. An astonishing 0.016% of the world’s population perished. But ultimately it had been traced back to one point. One moment in time that would change the world forever.

Sir Henry Craven had met terrorists at a market in Wuhan to sell the latest batch of weapons grade plutonium. To celebrate the deal he had been presented with a tasty pangolin snack, which, having lived on mountain rations and grilled owl, he wolfed down with relish. As in, with delight, not the tomato-based garnish. That would have been a total clash in flavours.

Craven had become patient zero, and his subsequent travels around the globe in arms deals had triggered the start the pandemic. First Iran, then Rome, then Madrid. And so on it went.

Driven by panic, scientists had tried to find a vaccine. A cure to the insanity. But the stress of trying to be the first to crack the cure, and the expectations of bringing the world back to some sort of normality had led to mistakes, and ultimately disaster. A laboratory, which became known as Lab X, was the first to develop a vaccine and announce it to the world. But testing had been carried out on rhesus monkeys, and the combination of the monkey DNA and coronavirus had caused a mutation to the virus – some sort of retrovirus – turning the monkeys into something else entirely. Malformation, together with heightened strength, intelligence and, most crucially, aggression.

The resulting events are still unclear. One laboratory worker managed to air his side of events but in-between the potential facts were the rambles of an insane man, that gave his side of the story little in the way of credit. But what we do know is that laboratory workers were killed and the monkeys escaped. Some rumours and Tweets indicated that some scientists had caught the virus and were responsible for the other deaths, killing their colleagues. They might have also released the monkeys on purpose. Though some believed that the monkeys managed to escape on their own, killing everyone in the process. No one knew for sure.

But ultimately the end result was the same. In the years following the outbreak the mutated retrovirus ended up in the outside world and in the food chain. It spread like wildfire, first through Asia, then Europe, then the US. First contracted by animals, then people. Every corner of the world was affected. People died in the billions, either as a result of the virus, murdered by infected people, or taking their own lives before they could “become”.

“I don’t understand what all this has to do with me,” Andrew interrupted, before adding. “Why are you here?”

“Wait, there’s more.” I walked over to the window and looked out across the desert planes. It was strange seeing the world as it used to be, before life changed forever, when you could enjoy a view without searching the sky for an infected sparrow that could at any minute sweep down and gouge your eye out. Or a house cat that hunted human life instead of mice. A time when you didn’t have to go everywhere with a loaded M4 Carbine Rifle.

“Craven somehow found out what had happened with the outbreak at Lab X,” I continued. “You see, the lab was located in China, deep under the Karakoram mountains. Craven decided to take matters into his own hand and launched a nuke at the lab, trying to kill everything in the blast radius. Wipe out what he had started. I guess he was driven by guilt. But he was too late, the virus had spread too far.

“China thought it was an attack by the US and countered. Russia got involved. Suddenly the world was full of flying nuclear missiles. Out of 7.8 billion people on the planet, only a few hundred thousand remain in 2030, hidden on remote islands or in the wild to avoid contact with the infected. A combination of the nuclear war and the virus has effectively wiped out the entire population of the world. All due to Sir Henry Craven.”

I turned back from the window and faced Andrew. He was noticeably paler than when I first arrived. “I was on an expedition in the South Pole with Ifan when this started, following a lead that Craven was there. How wrong we were.” I explained. “We heard the news and decided to remain there. But we knew we couldn’t survive there forever, so we had to do something.”

“Again, what does this have to do with me?”

I drew a breath. We were starting to get to the moment of truth.

“The last known sighting of Craven was on Kangleong in 2013, before this vortex of disaster that has followed him. Ifan and I, we need your help to go back and stop him before all this happens. As you know, Kangleong is a three man climb. We can’t do this without you, you’re the only one we can trust.”

Andrew sat on his bed and put his head in his hands. His body language suddenly changed as he noticeably stiffened and shot back up again.

“This is complete and utter bullshit. What is this, some sort of joke to rub salt in the wounds of eight years ago? Because they haven’t healed, you know that, right?”

“I know you think this is a joke, but I have proof. Look out of the window.”

Eyeing me suspiciously, Andrew walked over to the window close to where I was standing. I watched as his pupils dilated.

“My God. Ifan… he’s…”

“Yes,” I finished. “He’s driving a Ford C-Max.”

“I thought he would never drive anything other than a Focus.”

I glanced out of the window at the C-Max that we had arrived in. But of course this was no ordinary C-Max. The front was fairly standard, though Ifan had added those eye-lash things to make it look like a girl. But along the sides and top were a series of lights, cabling and circuitry that he had added whilst being stationed on the South Pole. The back of the car housed two large industrial exhaust ports, which were currently blowing out plumes of cold air, creating huge clouds of evaporation as it met the damp jungle atmosphere. The car was covered in ice, rapidly thawing and dripping onto the ground below.

“Wait, are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a C-Max?” Asked Andrew.

“The way Ifan saw it, if you are gonna build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style?”

Clearly in shock, Andrew strode over the door and disappeared through it, staggering down the steps to the jungle road where Ifan had taken ten minutes to park. Catching up with him, we watched as Ifan continued with his set of deadlifting the C-Max-slash-time-machine, oblivious to our arrival. His gargantuan thigh and calf muscles pumping like the pistons in seven times world champion Lewis Hamilton’s Formula 1 car. To borrow an analogy from Vertical Summit 1. Finishing his one hundredth rep, he dropped the car back down with a thud, before noticing our arrival.

As he saw Andrew for the first time in eighteen years something feral flashed across his face. In the weeks and chapters to follow I would wonder whether I should have realised that Ifan had contracted the retrovirus and was becoming, or whether I was just fully focused on the climb, whether Summit fever had once again taken hold of me. It went without saying that the traits of extreme strength and heightened intelligence were something that was synonymous with Ifan anyway. Or, at least, that is what I would later tell myself as my reasoning. As my excuse.

Andrew turned back to face me. “Okay, assuming this is real. Why now? Why did you choose this exact moment to appear?”

“We timed it so that you would have just heard the news report of the earthquake in the Karakoram mountains. That wasn’t an earthquake, that was Craven’s first nuke detonating.”

“You mean…?”

“Yes, it has begun.”

Andrew seemed to consider this for a moment, before shaking his head and walking back towards the hut. He stopped at the doorway and turned back to face me.

“I’m really sorry, but I can’t do this. I can’t go back in time and kill someone. I’m no killer. I’m no time traveler.” He looked down at the ground before adding. “And anyway, I will never set foot on a 8000 meter peak again. Not after… not after the last time.”

I had just one card left to play. If he wouldn’t join me, then he would meet his destiny.

“Andrew,” I began softly. “You and your family are killed in this. You, your wife, and your daughter.”

He turned and walked back down the steps towards me, confusion on his face once more.

“What? My what?”

“This is hard to say, but in eight years’ time you contract the virus and kill your family. The question is whether you want to come and save the world… save your future self. Or whether you want to stay here and wait for the end to come. It is your choice. But as I said, we can’t do this without you.”

Andrew stood there staring at me. His face slack, a bit like that photo from the Lakes after the first night out where I fell off the flower pots. He had held his toothbrush in his hand. But not now, now he held a pumpkin spiced latte. It slipped from his hand and shattered on the ground.

The decision was his. Would he join us. Or would he let us disappear into the past so that he could continue with his own story ideas?

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{#21} basketball and tutoring // newt au (part ii)

fandom: the maze runner

pairing: newt x reader

word count: 1,4k words

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summary: newt is very impressed by y/n beating him in basketball, so he agrees to focus more on his studies. later that day, the play a match agianst each other, and make a deal: whoever wins, has a wish.

part i / part iii

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“And he said ‘study date’?!” Teresa squealed and clapped her hands, while i nodded absently and chewed up my pen while scribbling down notes on my paper.

“Not to say i told you so, but - i told you so. You would make a great couple! Do you like him?”

I raised my head.

“Honestly, i don’t know. He is nice and kinda cute, but i’m afraid. You know, he would be my first boyfriend and i’m not sure i want this. Also i think Thomas wouldn’t be very pleased. What if he finds out?”

My best friend scrunched up her face.

“One thing i really don’t get. You’re super pretty and nice, i don’t understand how you could’ve make it this far without all the boys drooling over you. And Thomas - don’t worry, he won’t find out. You could literally make out right in front of him and he wouldn’t get it.” She sighed. “This boy is so oblivious to everything.”

Something about the tone of her voice made my look at her again.

“To everything? Is there something you might want to share with your best friend?”, i asked, wiggling my eyebrows.

Teresa having a crush on my dear brother was something i had suspected for quite a long time. Also the not-so-little crush my brother had on her, even if he probably didn’t even knew it himself yet.

“Ugh, i’ve known Thomas for so long now, and he did never shown any sign of interest in me,like i don’t even know if he sees me as a girl? Or just one of his friends? It’s confusing.”

“He likes you, i’m sure. Just talk with him about it and it’ll be fine.”

Teresa didn’t seemed convinced, but she nodded and then started comparing her notes with the textbook on her lap, only to clap it shut again after barely 20 seconds.

“I just can’t focus right now! I’m sorry, but we have to postpone this study session. Let’s get outside instead and play basketball, the weather is brilliant and i don’t want to waste my time with this stupid textbook!”

▪ ▪ ▪

“Hey! Did you heard only one word of what i was talking about the past 20 minutes?”

Newt’s gaze snapped back to me, and he stared at me like he had forgot he was sitting here with me.

“What?” was his bright answer and i buried my face in my hands, sighing in defeat.

“I’ve been trying to make you understand this shit for the last half hour, and you can think of nothing better than looking out of the window?”

“Sorry…how about taking a break?”

I scoffed. “How about no? I’m not doing this for taking breaks every five minutes without ever doing something. But ok, let’s make a deal: You work for an hour concentrated and then we’re going to play basketball.”

Newt pouted, running his fingers through his already tousled hair, but then shrugged.

“Works for me.”

▪ ▪ ▪

After an hour of studying, what had felt more like an eternity because Newt was like the most unmotivated student ever, we finally packed our things together and left the library, not without sighing in relief.

“I’ll take you home”, Newt  informed me and i nodded. This was definetely better than walking.

We walked over the now almost completely empty parking lot to Newt’s car and before i could get in, Newt rushed to my side and and with a wink he opened the door for me.

I was slightly confused by his action, but when a cute boy opens his car door for you, you don’t complain, so i just smiled to myself while Newt started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

We arrived at my place a few minutes later, and Newt parked his car in front of my house, killed off the motor and we sat there, silence hanging between us.

It was Newt who broke it so suddenly that it almost made me jump.

“Remember our deal? We’re going to play basketball now!”

He unbuckled his seatbelt and practically jumped out of the car, now obviously more motivated than the past hour.  I smiled at him and got out of the car, rummaging through my bag for the keys.

“I’ll just change and quickly check if Thomas is here, you can wait in the backyard.”

I opened the door, while Newt walked around the house to the backyard.

“Anybody at home?”

When nobody answered, i made my way upstairs, entered my room and threw my bag on the bed. Then i quickly changed into some shorts and one of Thomas’ basketball jerseys and ran down the stairs to Newt.

When he saw my outfit, he chuckled. “You’re taking this seriously, aren’t you? And is this Thomas jersey?”

“Shut up, i know it looks terrible, but i found nothing better. And yes, i’m taking this seriously. I’m so going to win this match.”

“Don’t be so sure on that. And i think you actually look adorable with it. I bet you would look even more adorable with my jersey.”

He smirked, i almost choked and couldn’t stop a faint blush from creeping on my cheeks at his words and i cursed myself internally for it.

Why was he saying such things? And why was i blushing?

“We’ll see. And judging by our last match, it’ll be an easy win for me.”, i said, bouncing the ball with my right hand and trying to cover up my embarrassment.

“If you’re so sure about winning, why don’t make this match a tad more interesting? Whoever scores five points first, has a wish. Whatever it is, the other one has to do it. Deal?”

I hesitated. I wasn’t so sure about Newt’s basketball skills anymore, what if he just underestimated me last time and didn’t used his full potential? This deal was risky.

Finally, i nodded. I knew i was good, and that i could probably beat him with ease. “Deal.”

So, apparently i couldn’t beat him with ease, because he was really good. The current score was 4:4, so the next one to score a goal would be the one to have a free wish.

Neither of us were willing to give up, so we chased each other across the backyard, constantly trying to score a goal.

I bounced the ball and tried to throw it, but Newt jumped up, and since he was taller than me, he catched the ball easily, turned around and threw it himself.

For a few moments it seemed like he had missed the hoop, but then the ball fell through it. Newt had won.

He turned around to me with a triumphant smile and asked: “Who is the better basketball player now?”

I smiled in defeat. “You’re better. But only today! Don’t expect a win next time.”

“Sure. So, now i have a wish. Mhm…let’s think…how about a..kiss?”

I drew a sharp breath. I didn’t saw that coming, and certainly i wouldn’t kiss him now.

Trying not to look too shocked, i made a step towards him and quickly pressed a kiss on his cheek. When he opened his mouth to protest, i raised my hand, smiling.

“You didn’t defined the kiss.”

Newt pouted at me. “Why? Am i so terrible? Why don’t you want to kiss me?”

I fiddled with my hands nervously in hesitation and looked down.

“Actually, it’s my fault. I know it sounds dumb, but i never kissed someone before and… i want my first kiss to be special. It’s stupid, i kn-”

“Y/N, this isn’t stupid at all. I understand this and i won’t force you into something that makes you uncomfortable.” Newt smiled soothingly. “But what i don’t understand, is how someone as beautiful as you could possibly be unkissed?”

I felt myself blushing deep red. “You think i’m beautiful?”

“Of course! And if you wouldn’t mind…i would like to take you out on a date sometimes?”

I stared at him with my mouth open, and i must have looked pretty surprised, because he chuckled and said: “I’m gonna pick you up tomorrow at 7, ok?”, before he smiled and walked away.

I stared after him and could feel butterflies erupting in my belly.

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PINK + WHITE.

— CHAPTER FOUR ; COSA NOSTRA.

summary: teresa’s permanent resignation from the peaky blinders leads her to a whole new chapter of working in an art museum. but little did she know her best life would be butchered some time later when her former lover tommy shelby gives her no choice but to return to the peaky blinders after they make new enemies, with the leader, of all people, being the man teresa fell in love with one night after a wedding reception back in post world war; luca changretta.

pairing: luca changretta x OC x tommy shelby

tags: s4 spoilers, alcohol, implied nsfw

[ chapter index / meet my oc / wattpad link ]

INKBERROW HOTEL

STRATFORD-UPON-AVON

LUCA heavily sighed and muttered something Italian under his breath. His first meeting with Alfie Solomons was gonna happen in a couple hours. To his understanding from anyone he's gone to, he was told how unpredictable and clever Alfie was. He was a bullet, and Luca rubbed the bridge of his nose just thinking about the fact that he has to brace for a headache.

He sat silently. Just like Tommy, all his research and plans mapped out were scattered across his desk. Staring at the unlit fireplace in the sitting room, he hears both a knock and a small English voice grab his attention from the other side of giant, heavy front door. Luca gets up to answer it, to find the maid that served him tea and biscuits smile sweetly at him.

"You have guests."

They walk in and the maid leaves. The henchman had their fair share of matching overcoats and hats since they began working for the Changretta family. Luca's cousin Matteo, being one of them, was one of the first to already push Luca's buttons when he stood in front of the desk.

"I will mop the floor with your face if you don't fix that frown," Luca held up a warning finger, speaking to him like a parent disciplining their child.

"Noi perso Frederico," Matteo spoke. The other henchman next to him was still part of them, but after being shot by Tommy Shelby during the shootout the other day, his spirit crushed.

"You think I'm not upset about that?" Luca pulled out the match from the tray and placed it in his mouth. "They've now killed five of our men, Matteo. Five."

Matteo looked down and Luca sighs. "Aw, come on. You even complained about Spotted Dick. It's pudding, it ain't so bad. You've hated everything here that moves. You carry the same attitude from four years back. We had some decent pleasure in Britain. You know, the wedding? Il vino di cugino nostra? The art gallery. . ." Luca slowly played with the match gripped by his teeth. "I met a woman there."

And what more than Luca not recalling her, too?

Luca got back up and walked him and his men over to the sitting area. He sat on the sofa while Matteo and the other man sat opposite him on the chairs.

"Will you be seeing her again?" he asks.

Luca knew exactly who he was referring to, and shook his head, fairly certain there wasn't a chance something like that would happen. "Penarth is miles away from where we are, Matteo."

"Vai a vederla," the other henchman suggests. "You know, mentre siamo qui?"

"And tell her what?" Luca says. "'Hello old lover, sorry for just walking out on you like that, but I'm here now! Let's wolf down some gin and fuck on my desk?'"

They both shrugged and looked down, not really knowing what else to say to continue on with that subject.

Luca leaned back in the sofa. "We're here for business, for loose ends that need a tight knot on. This isn't a field trip, an excursion for that matter."

However, Luca wished it wasn't for anything like that. He dreaded the day more family of his that were dear to his heart, people he loved and respected deeply, would slip right out of his hands. After hearing about his brother Angel it was enough to mourn over. But hearing his mother break down in front of him revealing his father's assassination afterwards, nearly shut him down.

Blood before all.

"She's from the past. It don't matter no more." 1919-1920

SOMEWHERE in Birmingham, Luca came from New York to be best man at his cousin's wedding. England wasn't his ideal place to stay, though, as he loved the New York air, there were more buildings with shining lights and taxis, and people being as upbeat and chaotic well suited his preference. But he showed honor and love for his cousin, and he wouldn't say no.

He came before meeting Teresa, of course. And as promised, he took her out to see a show, as he mentioned how he was a lover of theater. Their first date went smoothly as he thought, and kept stealing glances from her that night.

They went on their second date to one of the finest restaurants in Birmingham. He requested a bottle of champagne and two gourmet dishes at their reserved table. He was annoyed but not surprised there were no Italian cuisines known in that area, but it was better than not treating her to the fancy, luxurious lifestyle he was born into.

When Teresa was a Peaky Blinder, it was way before the Shelbys expanded into more fine houses to relax in. They lived in Small Heath, of course, and their neighborhood was spread with filth. But it was home.

Teresa therefore never got to experience the wealth and glory once Tommy established the Shelby Company Limited, even before the high ranking members could save so much to spoil themselves too. Teresa was long gone before that, but she built her own empire, and it all started with art, art that she now thought of selling and upgrading, according to Luca's "constructive criticism."

That was when Luca had to ask, now that he was staying in Birmingham for awhile now. "My cousin is getting married on Saturday. I'm gonna be his best man."

"That's amazing, Luca. Tell him and his bride my congrats," she smiles brightly.

"You can be there to tell them that, y'know?"

She took a sip of her champagne. "Mm?"

Luca leaned forward. "I want you to be my plus one at my cousin's wedding."

Teresa nearly choked on her drink. "A-are you sure?"

"I'm never unsure, Teresa. But you seem to be."

"It's just . . . we still don't know each other that well for me to meet your family."

"And? People bring dates all the time, even if they've known each other for half a day. I know you warned me that I would grow bored of you, but here we are on our second date. We have the best table arranged for us, champagne, filet mignon," Luca smirked a bit. "I haven't even kissed you yet."

She chuckles. "You're right. I just hope your family likes me." She took that as a joke, but Luca already switched to being dead serious.

"Well, I don't wanna scare you, but you're gonna have to make yourself likeable for my family. They're what you call . . ." he trails off, waving his hand.

"Judgmental?" Teresa asks.

"They're gonna ask about you like it's an interview. They're gonna do research, find out what you do, what you like, whether or not you've done anything bad."

Shit. Her throat hit a lump. Now what would The Changrettas' reaction be if they found out Teresa was a Peaky Blinder? Forbid Luca at his big age from seeing her again? Condemn her? Blackmail her into hiding? But fuck it, she thought. Teresa really liked Luca so far, and she wasn't gonna let her past ruin her future. "We shouldn't have a problem with that, then."

When Luca's chauffeur pulled up at Teresa's home, he looked around the neighborhood. The night of their first date, Luca planted a kiss on Teresa's cheek before letting her go into the house. Her business wasn't enough for her to own a manor, so Teresa was living in a townhouse in a neighborhood with drunks and escorts that come and go. It didn't differ much from his home, yet he winced at the sight of it.

She came out the door wearing a sparkly dress that lowered down to her knees, height a bit taller from the heels she picked out, and her hair was in the curls most women were styling theirs as. Through the filth of their surroundings, Luca saw an angel.

Teresa joined the applause after the bride and groom shared their kiss. All the families and friends cheered, some chanting Italian at them and she smiled at Luca who proudly stood at the altar with the groomsmen and bridesmaids. It wasn't until the time to take a family photo, and Teresa stood on the side and watched them.

"Do you know the bride?" an old man approached Teresa.

"I'm here with the best man."

"You know my son?" Her heart rate increases a bit. It was Luca's father, Vicente.

She nods. "Yes. I—"

"Papa," the family was done taking their photo and Luca hopped off the steps to introduce her. "It was probably better to introduce you to everyone before I could run off and do wedding stuff. Padre, questa è Teresa Griffith. Lavora come art director, a Penarth."

Vicente Changretta kisses her on both cheeks. "Then you must meet my wife, Audrey."

Luca's mother stared at Teresa while she sat next to where Luca was supposed to be sitting at the wedding dinner. In fact, some of the guests were staring at her, too, not recognizing her as they were observing her looks. Not that it was a bad thing, it was just intriguing. She was the only non Italian-American at the wedding, and Luca only introduced her to his parents.

Teresa smiled and nodded politely when she made eye contact with anyone as she tried sipping her drink to avoid any embarrassment. She breathes in relief when Luca sat back down. "That speech you made. It was beautiful, Luca."

"Thank you," he mutters, taking his wine glass. "Even though it was all in Italian."

She chuckles, still feeling the looks some of the guests shot at her. She quietly spoke to Luca while avoiding eye contact. "People are staring at me. Is it my dress? Do I have bad taste?"

"Sei bellisima," Luca compliments. "They're just curious about you, that's all. Why, do you feel intimidated?"

"Not at all."

"Well," Luca's raspy voice lowered but loud enough for Teresa to hear him say, "you should be."

Teresa stared at him, feeling tensed. "Why is that?"

He sipped his wine."Because we're dangerous people."

Teresa was no stranger to words like that, she wasn't new to running into people who consider themselves "dangerous". The Peaky Blinders were in fact dangerous people who did dangerous deeds. But this was Luca, and that would mean—

"Blood before all." Luca stood up before Teresa could question him and he raised a toast in Italian, everyone following.

Once they finished their meal there was time left for dancing and drinking. Teresa once again kept quiet, trying to stick with Luca the entire time and avoid losing him to a crowd or a relative speaking to him. There really was nothing else she could do besides drink silently and listen to Luca speak in his native tongue.

That was when Mrs. Changretta walked up to them. "Slow down on the wine, amore mio."

Luca obeyed. "Yes, Mamma."

"And Teresa, you've been glued to my son all night," Audrey says. "I hope everything is all right with you. Have you tried the risotto?"

"Oh yes, it was delicious," Teresa smiles, seeing Luca walk off with Matteo. She was left alone to talk to his mother.

"That's good. It's an Italian recipe. Very popular. Luca tells me that you own a gallery?"

"I work as the art director in the Penarth Art Gallery."

Audrey nodded. "You were a good student to own a business?"

"I got good grades here and there."

"That's lovely. I worked as a teacher, taught two little boys how to read. Now they're all grown up and they wear caps and carry guns around. I am sure their names would sound familiar to you, Teresa? John and Arthur Shelby."

And just like that, Teresa's skin turned cold. Of course, someone like Luca's own mother would be one step ahead to dig deep into Teresa's past and bring up the two reckless men that did the most of violence and crime. She hasn't seen or spoke to either of them ever since she resigned, and hearing someone mention a Shelby made her skin crawl.

This was exactly what Luca had warned her about. Be likeable.

"I worked with them. But that was way before I moved back to Wales. Mrs. Changretta, I hold no ill-intent on your son. I respect him. I would never do anything to harm him."

"My husband told me the Peaky Blinders were the ones who killed Billy Kimber."

"That was before I resigned. I wasn't there to see it happen. Who I once was is now in the past. I grew out of that life. Holding a gun would feel so new to me."

Was that enough? Was that an okay response? Audrey stared at her. "I don't blame you for leaving the Peaky Blinders, Teresa. But we do happen to be just like them, you know? So think about how you are spending your leisure with my son."

Teresa furrowed a brow. "In what way?"

Mrs. Changretta took a step closer and smiled at her. "We're a tight family. In New York we deal with what you once dealt it, and we play with the big kids." She squeezes her hand and walks off.

Cosa Nostra.

Of course. Teresa felt like slapping her forehead for not having the slightest idea sooner. She felt completely stupid for not seeing the signs; the way Luca behaved when they first met, the way they dressed, their mannerisms, everything. It gave off the whole idea clear as day. It was no wonder his family didn't welcome her so much.

She stood stiff in her spot, no sign of Luca anywhere to come back to speak to her again. But did that even matter anymore? If Mrs. Changretta knew already, that meant Vicente knew, too. Even Luca. She had to assume Luca would be a leader, then. She squeezed her eyes shut just imagining him as part of the New York mafia, holding a Thompson gun, one day going against the Peaky Blinders . . .

Teresa felt like she was set up for this to humiliate her. Without even being armed, walking out without saying anything could cause suspicion. Teresa took a seat at the bar, and stared at her glass.

Luca came back minutes after, they both knew exactly what was on each other's minds. "How could you have not known I'm part of a Sicilian mob based in New York?"

Teresa shrugged.

"Couldn't you tell when we first met? Not even Matteo or Frederico gave you the hint?"

"I thought you were planning on robbing my art gallery like a bunch of amateurs."

"Of course, you were a Peaky Blinder. Heard those clowns killed Billy fuckin' Kimber," Luca took a seat next to her.

She nodded. "Yep. That's them, that was before I resigned. I couldn't take it anymore, but the people they go neck to neck with would contact me nonstop, my name comes out of their mouths, they threatened to kill me, so I left for Penarth.".

"So, you are intimidated by us," Luca says.

"I'm not judging you for being a mafioso, but I don't feel like I've been approved by your family."

"I let my family voice their opinions, but they like you so far. Leaving would ruin that." Luca and Teresa both get up. "My mother likes you. That's a rewarding milestone."

"Your family would find it hard to trust me, and I know they would do something about it."

Luca shook his head while drinking the last of what was in his glass. "I mean I did warn you, we are dangerous people."

Shrugging, Teresa put her hand to stroke his cheek. "Yet I'm still here."

As she should.

"You . . . are definitely not boring, Miss Griffith," he grinned down at her. "You ever held a Thompson gun before?"

"No, but I would love to one day. We can protect each other."

"I thought you couldn't handle the crime life anymore? You can trust me. Nothing won't happen to me." He started pulling her closer to him so that his arm was wrapped around her back.

She shakes her head. "You have signore tuo to protect you. And your Tommy gun."

"E Signore mio mi ha mandato angelo custode mio."

"What does that mean?"

Luca let his free hand lift her chin. "God sent me my guardian angel."

As the band's music grew loud on stage, he was able to lean down and let the alcohol push him forward for the kiss. And he allowed it. Teresa took in the moment when the kiss deepened. It was divine and satisfying, like her favourite painter blending colours on a dry canvas.

•••

From all the noise they both made, they were sure the people staying next door could hear them loud and clear, grimacing at the sound of the bed banging against the wall of the room, but it didn't matter anymore.

Letting out a heavy breath, Teresa relaxed her body when Luca came to rest beside her when they were done. Back in America, Luca had his fair share with women and always charmed his way into getting them to spend time with him and his men. It always included going to speakeasies to drink and party at night, enjoying the city lights in New York.

But when it was Teresa in bed with him in uptown England, she felt free even though she was on her back with Luca leaning over her. Despite how he was so experienced with intimacy, everything felt so new, and it felt right when he looked into her eyes.

The wedding night felt euphoric, and it wasn't even them who got married.

Luca and his men head out the door, ready to meet up with Alfie Solomons in his distillery. He was conflicted. Did he miss her? Did he want to miss her? He tosses the match from his mouth into the disposable bin on the way out.

Does he have any idea that she was already aware he was back?