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hayleythecannibal · 3 months ago

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TWISTED MINDS: Act III- Chapter Thirty-Five And the Woman clothed with the Sun

TW: Crime scenes, Gore, Implied Death, Death, Mentions of Cannibalism, Guns, Mental Heath, Mentions of Death of Children, Illusions to Sexual Aggravation

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BSHCI - HANNIBAL LECTER'S CELL - DAY-

the wall of secure glass, DRIFTING THROUGH one of the many holes that dot its surface, to find: HANNIBAL LECTER. He lies on his cot, asleep, his head propped on a pillow against the wall. Alexandre Dumas's Grand Dictionnaire de Cuisine is open on his chest. Eyes still closed, he takes a long slow breath through his nose, smelling the current of air. He opens his eyes.

“That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court.” Hannibal rises from the bed and approaches the wall as he is now standing face to face with WILL in profile; the thin line of glass between them makes it look as if they are disparate reflections in a mirror.

“Hello, Hannibal.” I adjust Brianna on my Hip. she lays her head on my shoulder. “Hello, Did you Two get my note?” My brows furrow, I stroke Brianna’s Hair

“I got it. Thank you.” Will says tightly, “Did you read it before you destroyed it? Or did you simply toss it into the nearest fire?” Hannibal Tilts his head. “I read it. And then I burned it.” Will says plainly, I look at him.

“And you came anyway. I'm glad you came. My other callers are all professional. Banal psychiatrists and grasping second-raters. Pencil-lickers trying to protect their tenure with pieces in the journals.” He sighs, his gaze moving from Will, to his wife and daughter.

“I want you to help us, Dr. Lecter.”

“Yes, I thought so. Are we no longer on a first-name basis?”

“I'm more comfortable the less personal we are.” Hannibal regards Will. His nostrils flare as he takes in the scents coming through the holes in the glass.

“Your hands are rough. I smell dogs and pine and oil beneath that shaving lotion. And your daughter. She eats alot of Raspberries doesnt she.” Hannibal turns his Gaze to me and Bri.

“Uh huh, I really like raspberries!” Brianna Answers when she hears Hannibal talk about her. Will Strokes her hair and smiles at her before turning back to hannibal.

“I'm here about Chicago and Buffalo. You've read about it, I'm sure.”

“I've read the papers. I can't clip them. They won't let me have scissors, of course. You want to know how he's choosing them.” He smiles amused. “Thought you would have some ideas.” I show the case files in hand, I let Bri down.

“You just came here to look at me. Came to get the old scent again. Why don't you just smell yourself?”

“I expected more of you, doctor. That routine is old hat.”

“Whereas you are a new man. Are you a good father, Will?” Before Will can reply, “I love my Daddy!” His daughter shouts. Hannibal smiles warmly at the child. “Let me have the file. An hour, and we can discuss it like old times.” Will pushes the file through the document tray, into the cell. Hannibal comes close to collect it.

“Thank you.”

“Family values may have declined over the last century, but we still help our families when we can. You three are family” A moment of sudden emotion for Hannibal he cannot name washing over him. He swallows it down and walks away.

BSHCI - ALANA BLOOM'S OFFICE - DAY-

ALANA and Will take seats in the "living area" of her office. “It's good to see you looking so well, Will. But I can't help wishing you weren't here.”

“Wishing and hoping.”

“How did it feel to see him again?”

“Like Hannibal was looking through to the back of my skull. Felt like a fly flitting around in there.” Alana understands all too well. “I had the absurd feeling that he walked out with me. Had to stop outside the doors and look around, make sure I was alone.”

“I know that feeling. At least Jack Crawford's pleased. I imagine Y/N is not.” Alana Knows how displeased Y/N is with the whole situation. “He showed me pictures of the families. I looked at Y/N and Brianna and couldn't say no.”

“And Jack was counting on it.”

“Are you still with Margot?”

“Yes. We have a baby. A Verger baby. A son.”

“Good for Margot.”

“Good for me. I carried him. He's my son. He's the Verger heir.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

“There are only five doors between Hannibal and the outside. And I have the keys to every one of them. Hannibal has never been great with boundaries. "He who sups with the Devil needs a long spoon."” She shows her keys. “I am not letting him in, Alana. Don't worry about me.”

“Last time, it didn't end with you.” Bars CLANG behind him as he walks toward a pair of elegant double doors. A BUZZER sounds and the doors open automatically and dramatically to reveal we are

BSHCI - HANNIBAL LECTER'S CELL - DAY-

Will and Y/N approach the cell wall. Beyond it, Hannibal sits at his plain, bolted-down desk, studying the files, centered in the otherwise-empty room. MUSIC playing. He looks up at Will and Y/N beyond the glass, waiting.

“This is a very shy boy, Will. I'd love to meet him.” On the other side of the glass, Will is now standing in --

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - DAY-

Hannibal is dressed in a plaid three-piece suit, standing above his desk, across from Will And Y/N, The glass wall between them gone. “I'm sure you would.”

“Have you considered the possibility that he's disfigured? Or that he may believe he's disfigured?”

“That's interesting.” Will says in a unenthusiastic tone.

“That's not interesting. You thought of that before.” Hannibal notes, his eyes Gazing at Y/N.

“He smashed all the mirrors in the houses, not just enough to get the pieces he wanted. The shards are set so he can see himself. In their eyes. Mrs. Jacobi and Mrs. Leeds. And their families.” I say as Hannibal pulls a picture of dead MRS. JACOBI from the file.

“Could you see yourself in their eyes, Will? Killing them all?” Will's image reflected inside. the mirror shards have been placed in Mrs. Jacobi. We are --

JACOBI HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY-

Mrs. Jacobi lies in blood-soaked sheets pooling around her to create the billowing shapes of angel wings and flowing robes that were painted gold in Blake's The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun, but here are crimson. Will and Hannibal stand over Mrs. Jacobi in her bed, taking the position of the Great Red Dragon in the aforementioned Blake illustration.

“The first small bond to the killer itches and stings like a leech.” Hannibal and Will glance at the broken mirrors of the bedroom -- Will looking at himself in the fractured shards. “Like you, Will, he needs a family to escape what's inside him.”

JACOBI HOUSE - GREAT ROOM - DAY-

Mirrors are broken and bloody footprints mark the floor as it was after the murders. Will regards the room as Hannibal picks up the fallen shard of mirror, examining it. “You know a fair amount about how these families died. How they lived is how he chooses them.”

“How is he choosing them?” I ask with a tilted head.

“How did you two choose each other? You both have made an extraordinary child. Something you both were afraid of was passing on the traits you both want to suppress. Lets just hope little Brianna Can handle what she’s been given.” Hannibal moves to the glass as if he might step through it. Will stares holes at the back of his head.

“Why are there no descriptions of the grounds? I see floor plans, diagrams of the rooms where the deaths occurred, no mention of the grounds. What were the yards like?”

CHICAGO, IL - JACOBI HOUSE - BACKYARD - NIGHT-

Will and Hannibal now in the moonlit backyard. “Big, fenced, with trees. Why?”

“If this pilgrim feels a special relationship with the moon, he might like to go outside and look at it before he tidies himself up. If one were nude, say, it would be better to have outdoor privacy for that sort of thing. One must show some consideration for the neighbors, hmmmm?” Hannibal turns his gaze from Will to the moon.

“Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will?” Will raises a hand so that it's silhouetted against the moon.

“It appears quite black.” When Will lowers his hand again...

BALTIMORE STATE HOSPITAL FOR THE CRIMINALLY INSANE - DAY-

Will And Y/N exit the building and comes down the stairs, files tucked under his arm. Head down. Deep in thought. As he passes the hospital's main sign, he is frozen as a camera shutter CLICKS. REVERSE to find FREDDIE LOUNDS, bundled against the cold, smiling past a long lens.

BSHCI - HANNIBAL LECTER'S CELL - DAY-

Hannibal's hands are through the hatch and shackled. Alana is in the cell behind him, at the table, glancing through the drawings. TWO ORDERLIES stand nearby.

“Have you come to wag your finger?”

“I love a good finger-wagging.”

“Yes, you do. How is Margot?” Alana allows the remark to glance off her without a flinch, glancing at the picture of her as Botticelli's Fortitude. “Your cogs are turning, Hannibal. I can hear them clicking.” “Click, click, click, boom.”

“I don't know what you're planning with Will Graham. But you're planning something. Why wouldn't you be? You've already cracked the lid, can't resist peeling it back.” Alana says, but oh if she only knew, He would change that whole family. “Will came to me.”

“Yes, he did.”

“I advised him against it.”

“I'm sure.”

“Are you suggesting I don't have Will's best interests in mind?”

“I'm stating it as fact.”

“You've got Will dressed up in moral dignity pants, nothing's his fault.”

“I've been courteous and you've been receptive to courtesy. But these niceties are conditional. And the conditions are nonnegotiable.”

“I must behave myself.”

“I know what you're afraid of. It's not pain or solitude. It's indignity. You're like a cat that way. I'll take your books, I'll take your drawings, I'll take your toilet.” The orderlies safely out of the cell, Alana steps forward and unshackles Hannibal's wrists.

“You'll have nothing but indignity and the company of the dead.” ON HANNIBAL watching Alana walk away. As he turns back to his cell…

BAU - EVIDENCE PROCESSING - NIGHT-

JIMMY PRICE, BRIAN ZELLER, Y/N and Will surround the shoebox. Zeller lifts the lid revealing a DEAD CAT wrapped in a towel, a dead flower between its paws. “Found it behind the Jacobis' garage. Flower between its paws, wrapped in a dish towel, strangled.”

“The sonofabitch.”

“You're more upset by the cat than the children.”

“I am particularly fond of cats, and not particularly fond of children.” Jimmy glares at zeller, I snort. Will smiles at me and then asks, “What about the Leeds' dog?” Zeller nods and looks at the chart. “It had a puncture wound in its abdomen. Vet operated and the dog's all right. He thought it was shot at first, but they didn't find a bullet. Thinks it was stabbed with an ice pick or an awl.”

“The sonofabitch.”

“He feels compelled to hurt the victims' pets before he comes to Kill the family” Will points out. “Eliminates an early-warning system. He's not just getting off a bus. He's got a plan. He stays in town overnight. He knows where he's going a day or two ahead. He's got some kind of idea. Case the place, kill the pet, then the family.” I say crossing my arms. Its strange being my Husband’s boss.

“If the killer read a warning in the newspapers, he would probably change his method of casing a house. We should send a private bulletin to veterinarians and animal shelters, asking for immediate reports on animal mutilations.” Will looks to me, I nod at my husband. “Buffalo and Chicago are four states apart. And nothing has been found to link these two families.”

“They were both happy.”

JACOBI HOUSE - BACKYARD - DAY-

Will stands in the backyard. Looking for something, but not sure what, following an instinct. Hannibal's words playing on his mind. Will notes the door to the garage, deadbolted, heavy and secure. He turns and looks down the private backyard. Something nagging at his mind.

He slowly walks toward the trees. Climbs over the wire fence, into the trees beyond. Steps back among them. Watching the ground carefully. He sees – An APPLE CORE gnawed to the core. Withered. Amid a denser stand of brush.

He steps carefully around it, pushes branches back to reveal a hollow in the brush: like a hunting blind. In there is a rotted log lying on one side. He pushes his way into the hunting blind and bags the partially frozen, rotting apple. He sits on the log and looks though the foliage at the Jacobi house. Will sees the nub of a branch has been cleanly cut away to better reveal a view of the Jacobi house.

Sitting where the killer sat, Will sees a patch of bark on a tree trunk where bark has been shaved away, size of a playing card. Centered in it: A CRYPTIC CARVED SYMBOL (mah-jongg symbol of the Red Dragon) A rectangle with a vertical line through the middle. Done carefully with a sharp knife.

“I sat here. And I watched them…” Movement catches his eye, a FLASH OF COLOR, and he sees: FREDDIE LOUNDS. Will, carrying the apple core in an evidence bag, intercepts Freddie. He meets her at the wire fence. “Now are you just keeping America clean or is that evidence?”

“You're trespassing, Freddie.” Will glares, “I was trespassing before the blood dried. When did they call you in?”

“I'm not talking to you.”

“We're coconspirators, Will. I died for you and your cause.”

“You didn't die enough. You came into my hospital room while I was asleep. You flipped back the sheets and shot a picture of my temporary colostomy bag. You’re lucky Y/N was not there.” Will warns, “Covered your junk with a black box. A big black box. You're welcome.”

“You called us Y/N’s "murder husbands."” Will states incredulously.

“You did run off to Europe together. How does the Tooth Fairy compare to Hannibal Lecter? Haven't seen anything like this since the Massacre at Muskrat Farm. Funny thing about that massacre. Not only did Dr. Bloom survive, she got rich. Lecter's living in the lap under her care. What kind of arrangement you suppose they have?” Freddie raises her brows in amusement.

“A complicated one.”

“Couldn't be more complicated than your relationship with Hannibal. You paid him a visit? Before you lie, know that I know that you did. You and Your Wife. and you brought your child. What a Twisted little family.” She smiles.

“Good-bye, Freddie.” Will starts to walk away. She calmly starts narrating the article she's writing, to keep his attention: "Federal manhunters, stymied in their search for the Tooth Fairy, have turned to the most savage killer in captivity for help. 'It takes one to catch one,' a federal official told this reporter."

WILL GRAHAM

“"Takes one to catch one"? You referring to me or Hannibal Lecter?”

FREDDIE LOUNDS

“I'll let my readers decide. If you're smart, you'd use me. All psychopaths are narcissists. They love to read about themselves.”

GATEWAY - BREAK ROOM - DAY-

Dolarhyde sits alone, reading the issue of TattleCrime. Titled: "INSANE FIEND CONSULTED IN MASS MURDERS BY AGENT HE TRIED TO KILL." There are two pictures above the sidebar. One shows Hannibal Lecter pinned against the side of a state trooper's car at the time of his arrest.

The other is the picture of Will Graham and Dr. Y/N Graham-L/N, taken by Freddie Lounds outside the BSHCI. A small photograph of Freddie Lounds runs beside her byline.

FISHING CABIN - BEDROOM - NIGHT(MARE)-

Will wakes and turns, seeing the other pillow silhouetted andY/N lying beside him, bitten and torn, mirrored eyes and blood over her temples and ears.

Like Mrs. Jacobi, Y/N lies in blood-soaked sheets pooling around her to create the billowing shapes of angel wings and flowing robes that were painted gold in Blake's The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun, the mirrors in her eyes and mouth reflecting a FANTASTIC GLOW.

Will naked, standing over Y/N, taking the position of the Red Dragon in the Blake illustration, covered in blood. Blood-soaked sheets give him great wings.

HOTEL - THE GRAHAM'S ROOM - NIGHT-

A soaked Will Graham bolts awake, startled by the wetness, throwing back the sheets which appear to be blood-soaked until he turns on the lamp next to the bed, revealing… ...the sheets are only damp with perspiration. Y/N groaning softly in her sleep. The Leeds' dog stares back at him inscrutably from the couch.

Will rises from the bed, his heart pounding, peeling off his damp T-shirt as he crosses into:

HOTEL - THE GRAHAM'S BATHROOM - NIGHT-

He throws the wet T-shirt into the bathtub and grabs a towel, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His face appears broken, but the glass is smooth, and we reveal it is Will's face that is FRACTURED and CRACKED. A blink and Will's face is normal, nothing cracked but his mind.

HOTEL - THE GRAHAM’S ROOM - NIGHT-

Will puts the dry towel on the side of the bed where he had sweated and lies down on it, propped against the headboard, with a stiff drink of whiskey in his hand. He swallows a third of it. And then the Leeds' dog hops down from the couch and up into the bed, curling up beside Will and Y/N and lying down. Will pets the dog as he throws back the rest of his booze. Wrapping his arm around his wife.

#hannibal nbc #hannigram #twistedminds #hannigram x reader #fem!reader #hannibal x reader #will graham x reader #will graham #hannibal lecter #criminal minds

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renee-writer · 11 days ago

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A Work in Progress Chapter 12

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63763702

“Jamie?” She rises on one hand, surprised to see him back so soon. It takes her a moment to realize he isn’t alone. In his arms is a tiny meowing bundle, “What?”

“William,” he whispers, “my son. She passed. Her father passed at finding out who his father is. Lady Duscany wanted us both gone. She couldn’t stand… Isobel meets me, handing him to me, seeing me gone.”

She takes this in slowly. The bitch is gone, oh Lord, forgive me, but it is a good thing. He is free! Well, free of the bonds of servitude. But saddled with her son. His son, she quickly reminds herself.

Still… wait is it possible that William is her husband’s? After all, he had to have consummated the marriage to know she wasn’t a virgin.

Some of her unspoken thoughts must have ran across her face for he says. “He has red hair and the Mackenzie’s slanted eyes.”

Her eyes shut and she lets out a deep sigh, looking down at her own newborn daughter.

“I will try to find a wet nurse for him.” Her husband’s words draws her head back up.

“What? Why would you do that? My body will make milk for both.” She reaches her hands out for the baby.

“Are you sure? I mean…”

“He is your son. Blood of your blood. So therefore, blood of mine.”

He blinks back tears before placing the baby in her arms. She adjusts her clothing to allow the baby access to her nipple. The baby is anxious for his first meal and quickly starts to eat. The smell of the colostrum letting down wakes the sleeping Brianna. So, she places her on her other breast.

Fergus walks in, first squealing at seeing his papa. Jamie wraps his arm around him.

“Papa why?” He loses his train of thought at seeing the extra baby at Claire ‘s breast, “What is this?”

He explains again about Geneva’s death and him and William being kicked out.

“So wait? You expect mama to see to your bastard son?”

“Fergus.” His mama’s tone carries a warning.

“Mama, I’m sorry but…”

“William is your brother.” She firmly says.

“The child of a whoring rapist is no brother of mine!”

Jamie’s head drops.

“Do you not care about mama’s feelings? To place the son of another woman at her breast beside her daughter? How could…”

“I offered to get a wet nurse.” He is flushed with shame. The joy of having his son and his freedom has blinded him to what the baby ‘s presence would cause Claire to feel. It shames him that his son has to remind him.

“You should have. “

“Fergus James!” He jerks his head to his mama. Her face is red, “as much as I appreciate you defending me, “ she takes a deep breath and moderates her voice, “I know it is done out of love. I took the baby. Your papa didn’t force him on me. He is a baby in need of a mama. Like you were a boy in need of a mama and papa. The circumstances of his making doesn’t change his neediness.”

Now he is blushing. “I’m sorry mama, papa. Forgive me.”

Jamie recovers enough to place his arm about him. “You never need to apologize for defending your mama. I am the one who is sorry. Claire, I should have considered your feelings.”

She shakes her head before looking down at the two red heads. Lord, they could be twins. They could be twins. That would make things easier. Saying they are.

“Maybe. I am not saying this will be easy, especially if, as he grows, he starts to resemble her. What else was to be done though? Would you leave your son, reject him? No. You wouldn’t be the man I fell in love with if you would have. We will work it out. As much as we have gotten through…”

“We can get through this.”

She nods. “Just so. Shall we take our children home to Lallybroch? It is past time Jenny and Ian meet Faith and now Brianna and William.”

“Aye,” his smile is huge, “home to Lallybroch. What do you say Fergus?”

“Aye. Let’s go home.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #a work in progress #chapter 12 #jamie and claire #outlander fandom #cannon divergence

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semper-legens · 26 days ago

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40. Written In My Own Heart's Blood, by Diana Gabaldon

Owned: No, library Page count: 814 My summary: The war still rages in a world turned upside down. The American Revolution is happening just outside the window - but there is further tumult behind closed doors for Claire and her family. Jamie has returned, not dead after all. William has learned of his true parentage. And in 1980, Brianna and her family face an even deadlier threat… My rating: 4/5 My commentary:

Outlander! This is the penultimate book in the series (so far, anyway, there's gonna be another one that hasn't been written yet) and, as such, I'm reaching the end of my saga! I feel like I'm revolving around the same few points with this series, like the things I have to say are broadly the same with each installment, and I apologise for that if they've become somewhat dull reading. Unlike the books! I suppose what I have to say here is that these books are consistently delivering what I'd expect them to deliver. I still have some issue with the massive coincidences that fuel the plot, but hey, I'm a huge fan of Les Miserables and honestly that has this one beat for characters running into each other out of the blue and such. The series is exploring the time-travel aspect a bit more with the Roger and Brianna plot; Roger is attempting to write a notebook about time-travel for the kids to read when they're older, and as such is seeking to understand it better. The story is still split between different points of view - namely, Claire and Jamie, William and John, and Brianna and Roger can be grouped loosely together. A lot of it worked, but there were parts I was less enthused with, and I'm going to be talking more about them under the cut. Basically, the praise I can give this book is the same praise I've been giving the prior books, I don't want to retread old ground too much. So instead, I'll focus on the comments I can make for this book specifically.

Claire and Jamie are dealing with the fallout of the last book - Claire's quick marriage to John, Jamie's resurrection. I didn't like how Claire had to justify her marrying John so much, particularly as that was something that seemed so contrived in the last one. It just served to bring up pointless drama and put a wedge between them that was really not needed. I like seeing these two functional and in love, and to its credit the latter half of the book really provided that, especially as they return to Fraser's Ridge by the end of the tale. Jamie lives up to his whole reluctant hero thing, while Claire suffers panic attacks and freakouts from being raped when she was abducted - a realistic outcome, though I wonder at the subtext of Jamie bearing his own scars manfully and only having bad dreams whereas Claire is affected a lot more obviously by her experiences, the sort of gender roles of it all. Still, Claire was attacked a lot more recently, whereas Jamie's trauma is decades old at this point. It wasn't a huge issue, and like I say, I really like seeing these two on their A-game and working well together.

William and John are in secondary focus, with William reacting to the truth of his parentage and John bumbling around getting kidnapped by various militias until he ends up back at home. I do like John, I'm not gonna lie, I think he's an interesting character, but William hews a little melodramatic even for me. He has grown on me since last time, developing a bit more of a sense of empathy with his relationship to sex worker Jane and her sister, and the melodrama of his nature as a bastard is mitigated by the fact that it's the 1770s, he's a hereditary nobleman, and he's nineteen years old. But still, I was rolling my eyes through some of his narration. Still, I warmed to him, particularly as he took more of an active role in the story, helping try and find the truth of his cousin's supposed death and still being involved with the British Army. I just wonder at the amount of time spent with these two as opposed to Claire and Jamie, the ostensible main characters of the story. It was less bad in this one, but still present - Claire and Jamie are increasingly sidelined, to the point where it's always a surprise when it switches back to them and I remember they exist.

Brianna and Roger provided the weakest part of this story. The last book left us on a cliffhanger - Jem was kidnapped by Brianna's coworker for the secret location of the French gold, Roger assumed he had been taken to the past so went back to look, and Brianna was trying to track him down in the present. This…was not the best plan - I understand their desperation at the nine-year-old's disappearance, but sending Roger into the past with no way to be contacted by Brianna if Jem does show up in 1980 was not the greatest idea. The whole thing goes into this weird plot cul-de-sac where Roger finds that he's gone back too far, meets his dad who didn't die in a plane crash and instead went through the stones, sends him back through the stones to his presumed death, and Buck meets his mum and is weirdly attracted to her. That's it! It's interesting to see Brian Fraser and the young Jenny, but this plot didn't really need to be here - it's a convoluted excuse to write Brianna and Roger back into the plot, which is weird since the excuse to get them out of the plot in the first place was similarly convoluted. I don't really know what's going on with it? I mean, I'll give it its due, it was entertaining enough, and I like seeing both Roger and Brianna out of their depth and rising to the occasion (and a reminder of how Jem has grown!) but it felt just too trite and coincidental.

Next, it's a sunrise on the reaping, as Haymitch Abernathy is forced to face the arena.

#Written In My Own Heart's Blood #Diana Gabaldon #bookblr #book blog #book blogger #4

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awwyeah107 · 1 year ago

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So, I decided to answer some questions from this ao3 writers' wrapped ask game for my writing in 2023! I don't have my asks open on this blog BUT if anyone did happen to want to send asks, you can do so on my sideblog @fandomsandfairytales :)

In this post, I'm answering #2, 3, 5, 7, 9, 10, and 14!

2. How many fics did you post this past year?

Two, and they were my first ever published fics! I am honestly so, so proud of them. I had a beta-reader for my first one, which was fantastic. "Mending the Tears" was for the Inkheart fandom, and "A Lack of Education" was for the Six of Crows/Grishaverse fandom. Here are the links and descriptions:

Mending the Tears (1,402 words, T, oneshot) - “She looks at you when she thinks you won’t notice. She follows you with her eyes as if looking for herself in your face. And no doubt she wishes both of us would tell her what it’s like among the dead, and whether we saw Cosimo there.” “I saw two of him,” said Dustfinger softly. “I expect she’d gladly exchange me for either of them.” He turned and looked down at the lake. - Mo and Dustfinger have a talk about Brianna—particularly about Dustfinger’s complicated relationship with her. Takes place during Inkdeath, at the Castle in the Lake.

A Lack of Education (1,454 words, T, oneshot) - Matthias wakes up one morning to see blood on the sheets he’s sharing with Nina. Or, Matthias Helvar gets an education in menstruation.

3. How many fandoms/pairings did you write for this past year?

Two fandoms: Inkheart and Six of Crows (aka Grishaverse). I wrote one romantic pairing (Nina Zenik/Matthias Helvar from Six of Crows) and one platonic pairing (Mo Folchart & Dustfinger from Inkheart).

5. What fic surprised you with how much interaction it got this past year?

Well, both did, to be honest. But I was surprised and touched by people's comments on Mending the Tears, which was my first published fic. Inkheart is a much smaller fandom than Six of Crows/Grishaverse, so I didn't think I'd get a lot of interaction. However, I got a few thoughtful comments on it—one from my beta reader (who was super awesome & helpful and complimented my writing!!!), one from a guest who said that they never thought they'd comment on ppl's fics but they were so impressed by my fic that they had to (I nearly cried over that one), and one that said the way I write has a poetic feel and felt so true to the characters. When first publishing, I reminded myself multiple times that interaction was a bonus, not the reason I was putting my work out there; yet the comments I've gotten have been so rewarding and encouraging, and I treasure every one of them. I don't know how to describe how amazing it makes me feel to know people enjoy my writing, but suffice it to say, it's pretty great :)

7. Share a line/paragraph/snippet that you were especially proud of from a work this year! (@brievel, you asked this of me in your response to my ask.)

From "Mending the Tears": "And I think you need to tell her—and Roxane—the truth.” This last came out rather forcefully. “You think I haven’t?” “I know you haven’t. I can feel the tension in your heart.” Dustfinger was taken aback. Despite the fact that he and Silvertongue were on friendly terms now, and that they were bound together by their return from the White Women’s Halls, he still wasn’t fully comfortable with how closely their emotions were tied.

I love Dustfinger and Mo's friendship, and much of their dialogue in Mending the Tears came easily! This specific exchange between them flowed quite naturally, and I love it and am quite proud of it. I personally hold the opinion that "You think I haven't?" "I know you haven't." slaps, and it's probably one of my favorite bits of dialogue I've ever written.

9. What are you most proud of accomplishing in your writing goals this past year?

Hmm, well, I hadn't started out the year specifically *planning* to publish any fics. To my memory, that is. I had been slowly working on Mending the Tears and A Lack of Education since 2022, when neither of them had names yet. (They honestly didn't have names until the days I published them, lol.)

But anyway, whether or not I had planned any writing goals, I am proud that I finished both fics AND published them. I've never published any of my writing anywhere, ever, so it's a big deal to me.

10. What are your writing goals for the upcoming year?

Generally, to write more! :D Lol. I would love to finish and publish two of my current fanfiction WIPs (both Tolkien). I also want to work more on my other fanfiction sort of-WIPs that are really rough right now, which are Tolkien and Inkheart based (separately, not a crossover). I have so many ideas, but only so much time and Writing Stamina™️.

I tentatively would like set a goal to work on other, non-fanfiction writing projects/stories. However, I'm not sure how motivated I'll be to do that. It would be mainly picking up old projects I've worked on, and it wouldn't be stuff I'd publish.

14. Give us a sneak peek of one of your upcoming works!

This is from the first chapter of "Lost and Found" (which is one of the few WIPs I actually have a proper name for XD). It'll probably be my next published fic. It's a Tolkien fic (specifically focused on Silmarillion characters).

He should have known it would not be a good night for Maedhros, and yet it still surprised him when he heard the sounds of furious cursing and stomping on the floor above him.

Maglor resolved to leave him alone, for it was rare that his presence would help on nights like these, but once a particularly loud crash reached his ears, he sighed and left his room.

Steeling himself, he took a deep breath and thumped on Maedhros’ door.

“It’s Maglor,” he called through the door. “I—”

The door abruptly swung open to reveal Maedhros, looking unkempt and wary. “What?”

“I just…” His words caught in his throat. I wanted to check on you.

Maedhros sighed and walked back towards his bed, leaving the door open for Maglor. He came in and closed the door carefully behind him, before turning to see Maedhros stalking back and forth—presumably what he had been doing before Maglor arrived. The flickering fire in the hearth cast long shadows across the floor, and the room was in disarray with clothes, armor, and papers everywhere. A glance at the broken pieces of an inkwell on the floor next to Maedhros’ desk told Maglor where the earlier loud sound had come from.

“It was my fault.”

Maedhros’ low mutter drew Maglor’s gaze from the scene. “The inkwell?”

“No—yes, well—that too.” Maedhros sat down heavily on the end of his bed.

And there you have it, folks :) Hope you enjoyed!

#my writing #my fics #ask game #where I answered questions I wanted to answer XD #inkheart #six of crows #grishaverse #tolkien #tolkien fic #fic writing #this has been a post

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conallblackbar · 2 months ago

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there was a chill that had nothing to do with the rain lashing at his skin, a vague sense of something he had no name for lingering in the quiet spaces between when conall spoke and when brianna did. the closest thing he cold equate it to was entering a room and knowing that those within it had ceased speaking about you only seconds before, that strange sort of vague unease. but it were a silly thought - there was none here but brianna and the sound of the falls.

brianna's voice broke through his thoughts, and he gave her a nod. this was supposed to be a simple walk, a way to shrug off some of their burdens for a few hours, but there was a heaviness he could not explain, his chest tight and shoulders beginning to ache with tension. perhaps it was simply his sodden clothes dragging him down, he thought. she let out a laugh that did not reach her eyes, and conall smiled, too. he did not wish her to see that something was tugging at him, particularly when he would not be able to voice it if she asked, but there was something in the way her voice faltered that had him wondering if she felt it, too.

it was confirmed in her words, the mention of the silent brooding they had fallen into. at that, conall laughed, and despite it all, it was genuine. "aye, something warm and something strong, i reckon." she was probably right. it was just the rain, casting a moody shadow that had stamped itself on to them, making it seem as though something was wrong when little was. the haze was enough to blur the edges of what was real around them, making the moors feel like a mythical place of song rather than something tangible. it almost made it seem as though brianna was in sharp focus, the only thing here that were truly tangible.

and you -

the smile slid from conall's face as he looked at her, eyes snapping to hers with a sharpness born of panic. her words were simple, but it was enough to stir a sense of dread in him, a fear born from the worry that she would say he had in fact changed. it was not that conall didn't know it. he was not the man he was, the happier, more carefree version of himself from years gone by. he saw it in the way ronan and omer spoke to him, in the look in caitria's eyes when he rose too late for breakfast with a pounding headache and bloodshot eyes, but something about brianna, with whom he always felt most himself, seeing it too had his pulse quickening. don't say it, he willed her, silently. don't tell me what i already know.

he cast his gaze downwards, bracing himself for the confirmation that she no longer looked at him and saw conall, but instead the ghosts that shrouded him. the worst part was, he could not deny it himself. there were no words he could offer her that he had not changed that would not be a lie, and he would not lie to her. but she didn't say it, that thing she could not bear to hear, and in the silence that stretched, he dared to peek at her again. what he saw in her expression was not pity, nor disappointment, nor the frustration that had become familiar in his own reflection in the looking glass, but something else entirely.

well, so are you con.

conall let out a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding in, the wind carrying it away from him. the relief was immediate, though he should have expected it. if there was any who could look upon him, and see him, as she always had, not a man shaped by grief and rumour, it was brianna. there was nothing he could say in return to it. how could he explain that he didn't feel the same anymore, after all that had happened to him? but then, maybe that simply didn't matter to her. he hoped it didn't matter to her.

"you're right," he finally found his voice, though it was rough, as though he were speaking through a hoarse throat first thing in the morning. "same silly old sod as i always was, ain't i?"

somehow he had ended up walking ahead of her, but found himself unable to keep from glancing back, so much so that he was striding forward at an odd angle, almost sideways against the path. "probably because the weather's always shite, and everyone else has the good sense to stay indoors rather than walking out in it," he suggested, though it did not seem to be the case. she was speaking of the past, giving words to what he was feeling, the weight of what had come before that only seemed to grow heavier as he walked. she said the word nostalgia as though it was a curse, and perhaps it was, the strange sort of melancholy that came from reflecting on even the happiest of memories, and in that moment, con could almost hear the echo of laughter from years ago, see the impressions of footprints in the mud from decades ago. he was not the only one of them who had been marked by hardship - brianna had, too, at far too young an age, and he could understand how it would make those happy memories all the more bittersweet.

"yeah. nostalgia." he confirmed, with a slight nod of his head. "creeps up on you from time to time. even feel it out on the sea sometimes, even when there's fuck all about to get me to thinking." it was an attempt to reassure her that this was normal, a natural feeling that had nothing to do with the falls nor his company. it was simply what it was to be human, to look at the past and feel that sort of longing.

"we'll come back," he said, and he knew then that it was a promise ; conall would not return to the reach without doing this again, without looking upon the falls with brianna by his side. "rain or not, we'll come back. can't be worse than this, can it?" he turned his face upwards towards the sky, rain drumming down directly on to his face, as though he was looking for a break in the clouds in that very moment, and then shook his head like one of his dogs shaking water from their coats. "not too much food, mind. it'll be a right pain carrying it all the way up." he stood still until she caught up with him, and nudged her with his shoulder. the thought of returning here was a balm, soothing the raw edges of whatever had caught hold of him. "something to look forward to, isn't it?" he said, and he wasn't sure if he was talking to her or to himself.

the path was becoming less treacherous now, mud beginning to give way to stone beneath their feet as they trudged back towards civilisation. it was more like than not that they would pass others on the walk back to stone hedge, and that was the moment when the world would cease to belong to just the two of them. it was fitting, then, that it was the moment where talk would turn to other riverlanders, emira mallister chief among them. "go on, then," he looked to her expectantly, a grin already unfolding on his lips. "i could do with a good laugh. what did she do?"

♣️

for the periods of time where the only noise was that of the hammering of the rain or the rush of the falls, the sound of her boots squeaking against wet mud and the slippery nature of the rocks acted almost as some strange interjection for brianna's thoughts; the quiet comedic relief seemingly ensuring she did not get too caught up in the soft melancholy that felt almost contagious within this small corner of the world. there were multiple times where even where the quiet did overtake them, and large doe orbs peered back at conall blackbar from behind her shoulder each time her boot squeaked against the rock, unable to stop a slight laugh slipping from her lips as the cold rush of wind and rain caused her cheeks to become increasingly red.

whilst she knew something seemed to be playing at his mind, she understood why - all too well. "aye, well," she started, picking her way carefully across the damp stones, boots slipping slightly before she steadied herself. "we are here again, aren't we?" she mused, glancing back at him over her shoulder. brianna let out a breath, a short huff of laughter that barely left her throat, more exhale than anything else. she hadn't expected him to say that, but maybe she should have. conall always had a way of pulling something real out of her, even when she wasn't looking for it.

"ah, fuck, i dunno. maybe it's just been too long since we were last here. makes the mind play tricks, don’t it?" she tried for levity, but it came out thinner than she meant it to. "or maybe you just need a cup of somethin' warm. reckon that'll fix whatever it is we're silently broodin’ over." but even as she said it, she knew a drink wouldn't fix it. whatever it was. whatever had settled into his chest and his bones, whatever had made him quiet as the falls roared around them.

it was not hard to imagine or recall it; youthful laughter and mindlessly chattering away on yuletide mornings, wrapped in furs and woolen scarves - not just the two of them, but all of their people and their closest; a brisk morning walk before returning to break their fast in the morning, attend the sept and finally go on to open their presents. there had been marriages then, yet those marriages had been made in the forges of love or affection; no widows, no grief, no rumours or accusations of murder. how much had his life changed since they were last back here? how much had hers remained the very same? one seemingly blurred with how much had changed, and the other forever frozen in time.

"and it feels the same to me," she continued, though she wasn't entirely sure that was true. she stuffed her hands deeper into her pockets, fingers brushing over the last lingering warmth where his had been only moments before. "maybe that's the problem, aye? me still bein’ here, same as i was. and you—" she cut herself off, squinting slightly against the drizzle as she glanced at him; droplets of rain against her eyelashes, and suddenly she realised perhaps she should say the rest. still, she had already come out with half of it. maybe he would expect her to say he was not. "well, so are you con."

because, as a person, he was the same to her. all that had changed were situations, and habits - and habits did not make people, did they?

who was in front and who was behind seemed to blend as they walked - his footprints stretched ahead of her, deep in the mud, and she found herself stepping into them one by one. his boots were larger, the impressions wider, and her own steps barely filled them. it was a silly thing to notice, but she noticed it all the same. she had always followed conall in some way or another—through reckless dares when they were young, through fields they weren't supposed to be in, through the kinds of talks only best friends could have. and now, through the old paths of their youth, though they were no longer quite the same.

she let the silence stretch for a moment longer before she nudged his shoulder, not hard enough to knock him off balance, just enough to remind him she was there. "i don't know why i never came back here for so long though. got no real excuse." perhaps she did - perhaps it felt like some sort of ancient sacrilege to come back here alone. "but i don't know, i think...even whilst we've been chatting, it's makin' me remember things. half good, half bad." she had half a mind to joke about ghosts and curses again, but something about the weight in his eyes stopped her. "probably just part of it though. what's the word, it's a fancy one...nostalgia?" the wind cut sharp as they moved further from the falls, the roar of water fading into something gentler, the hush of the gorge giving way to open land.

"can we should try come back before you return to the reach?" she indicated toward the rain, putting both of her hands out dramatically, almost as though she were playfully putting on a show. "perhaps it won't be pissing it down, and i'll bring us food."

the path ahead stretched towards the farmers' fields, the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke curling in the air. she could hear the distant bleat of sheep somewhere beyond the trees, a sound so familiar it might as well have been stitched into her bones. she swallowed, boots squelching as they left the last of the rocks behind.

she let the silence take hold for a moment, then sighed, rolling her shoulders as if shaking something off. "c’mon, then," she muttered, falling into step beside him again. "if i’m gonna lecture you about the riverlanders at court, we best get back before night falls. and don’t you dare let me catch you likin’ emira mallister, con. i mean it." her nose wrinkled slightly, feeling a sense of possessiveness over the idea of him liking someone else or spending time with someone else in the riverlands. anyone but emira mallister, with how insufferable she was. the corners of her mouth twitched, the ghost of a cheeky smile, but she didn't look at him. didn't want to see if he was smiling too, or if that look was still in his eyes. some things, maybe, were better left unspoken.

"you actually wanna know what she done?" she asked, laughter already slipping from her as she emerged onto the flat mud path, turning back to watch conall pull up beside her. "you'll laugh. actually fuckin' weird that one."

#☘ i hear the rocks and stone echoing my song ; i'm coming ╱ brianna bracken

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bbrissonn · 3 years ago

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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 | ʙʀᴇɴᴅᴀɴ ʙʀɪꜱꜱᴏɴ

disclaimer: english is not my first language and this is not proofread so please excuse any errors and if any words are missing add them in your head :) also this is a work of fiction, this doesn’t reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn’t how i imagine them acting

warnings: slight swearing, not proofread,

pairing: brendan brisson x brianna garcia (my oc, she doesn’t have a face claim so imagine her however you please)

wc: 7.2k (including the lyrics)

bold italic are lyrics, italics are either flashbacks or text messages (some parts of the story don’t along with the part of the song that it is under and that is totally normal!!)

this takes place from march 2022 to january 2023

au masterlist

movies, movies

i want a love like the movies

brianna watched from her seat as the boy all cheered together, taking off their helmets and hugging each other. they had done it, they were going to the frozen four, one step closer to winning the championship. the garcia girl hugged all of the boys’ girlfriends, along with some of the parents she was close to, like brendan’s and luke’s.

the bordeleau boy had wanted her to be there, she was his best friend after all, and he had made sure it was okay with brendan if she came before asking her. thomas was over the moon when she accepted, but he knew deep down she wasn’t only agreeing for him, but for brendan as well. but he didn’t blame her, thom would do the same thing in her situation, getting any chance she has to spend the slightest amount of time near brendan.

the two had exchanged a couple of smiles and looks through the last week and some small hello’s, but no conversation we held. brianna had texted him before the team left, wishing him good luck, to with he answered with a thank you and a small heart, which was way more than she expected from him.

contrary to what brianna thought, brendan didn’t hate her, he never did and he probably never will, he loved her too much to ever feel the slightest amount of hatred towards her. she had done so much good in his life, helped him grow as a person and change bad habits he had, and even though he went back to how he was before, he would still forever be thankful for what she had done.

“shit, sorry.” a voice said as brianna ran into a solid chest almost an hour after the game had ended. she didn’t see who she ran into, but she’d recognized that voice from miles away, making her quickly look up with big eyes. his brown eyes met with her’s and he gave her an awkward small smile, rubbing the back of his head.

“it’s… okay. don’t worry ‘bout it.” she whispered, her eyes still locked with his.

“i-i didn’t know you were here.”

“thom asked me to come so… here i am.” she answered with a small smile her face, finally looking away from his brown eyes. brendan didn’t know why, but a pang of jealous hit him when he realized she had came because of his best friend, well at least he thought so. that pang increased even more when said best friend wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing past brendan.

“you came!”

“of course i did, tommy.” she said with a laugh as he picked her up. brendan knew he shouldn’t be this jealous about thom, the two of them had been friends before he ever met brianna, but it still annoyed him. seeing bordy hugging her like that instead of him, bordy making her laugh like he used to. it was all too much for him, so without saying a word, he walked away, going to find his parents.

“hey, where’d bren go?” brianna asked once thomas pulled away from her and she realized the brisson boy was no longer standing in front of her.

“probably went to his parents. doesn’t matter, we won, bri! we’re going to the frozen four!” thom said with a big smile on his face, and brianna could tell how truly happy and excited he was about it. she let out a small chuckle as he hugged her again, seeing the hughes making their way over to them.

the garcia and hughes families has a very tight connection, being neighbors ever since the hockey family moved next door to them when jack started playing at the ntdp. even though brianna was a year younger than him, and a year older than luke, she helped them settle into school. and soon she met all of his hockey friends, and quickly became good friends with them. which meant that when the ‘02 ntdp team arrived, the garcia girl was also introduced to them, which led to her and thomas becoming best friend.

i look at you like you’re perfect for me

if you are the diamond, then i am the ring

all of our friends think of us jealously

we’re so sweet, so sweet

built us a world and i gave you the key

still can’t believe that this isn’t a dream

falling in love with a damn fantasy

that’s so me, so me

when the team got back from allentown, they of course decided to throw a big party, just for them. they were all over the moon about their win, something that didn’t go unnoticed by all of the cheers and yelling in the senior house. brianna noticed that brendan wasn’t trying to avoid her anymore, she’d even catch him staring at her a couple times throughout the night, but neither of them tried to approach the other.

brianna felt like she was having deja vu when she walked out the bathroom and ran into brendan’s chest once again, making him let out a small groan from the contact.

“i’m starting to think i need to by a bell or something so you know where i am.” brendan joked as he placed both of his hands on her shoulders so she didn’t fall backwards because of the contact. brianna let out a awkward chuckle as she played with the end of her sweater.

“yeah, sorry about that.”

“‘s all good.” he said with a small smile as the two of them stared at each other for the second time in less than 24 hours. well that was until brendan coughed a bit, and pointed between the girl.

“i, uh, i need to use the bathroom.” he said awkwardly, looking at the floor, making brianna snap out of whatever weird trance she was is.

“right, yeah. go ahead.” she said with a small cough, stepping aside so he could enter the small room. he did after a couple of seconds, before turning around and sending her a small smile.

“hope i didn’t ruin your plan of sneaking out the window again.” he said with a small laugh before closing the door, making brianna’s check flush. she knew it was a joke, not only from his laugh but the way he said it, the way there was no anger behind it, no frustration, nothing. it just a simple joke he made, something he hadn’t done to her in what felt like months.

the girl stood in her spot for a bit, smiling and blushing, feeling small butterflies in her stomach, before walking back over to the living room. her change in mood was something that didn’t go unnoticed by anyone, especially the younger hughes.

“why’re smiling so much?” he asked, grabbing her arm as she walked past him.

“don’t worry about it, lukey. listen, i’m gonna go home, so i’ll see you tomorrow alright?”

“make sure to tell, bords!” he called out as she walked away, deciding to just drop the whole smiling situation. brianna made her way over to her best friend, who was clearly wasted, before tapping his shoulder lightly.

“bri bri!” thom yelled with a loopy smile once he realized who was standing in front of him. the garcia girl let out a small laugh before answering him.

“hi, t. i’m heading home for the night, i’ll text you when i get home, and you do the same for me, okay? i’ll come by with breakfast tomorrow morning.” she explained, and the bordeleau boy nodded his head a bit before drinking the rest of his drink.

“mkay, see you tomorrow.” he said hugging her, before letting go and going to fill his cup back up. brianna shaked her head a bit before going to find the hoodie she had been wearing early and making her way to the front door. she was about to grab the handle when someone caught her arm.

“you’re leaving?” brendan’s voice asked from behind, making her turn around with a small smile on her face.

“i have class tomorrow morning.” she answered, her voice small and soft, making brendan’s heart skip a couple of beats. it was a phrase she’d use often when they were dating and brendan tried to get her to do something fun late at night, which meant they’d always end up just cuddling in her bed, him on his phone as she slowly drifted off to sleep on his chest.

“it’s late, i can walk you back–”

“it’s okay, brenny. it’s 5 minutes, i’ll be okay.” she cut him off, using the nickname no one had used for him in months, making him almost fall backwards because of it.

“i can’t let you–”

“bren, please, i appreciate it, i really do. but it’s okay. i’ll text you when i got home, alright?” she cut him off again, placing a hand on his arms as she did so. he looked down at her hand when he realized where it was, he blinked a couple of times, staring at it, before looking back up to her.

“o-okay. just, be careful, alright?”

“always.” she answered with a small smile before letting go of his arm, grabbing the handle of the door, and leaving the house. once she had made it home, she texted the brisson boy, just like she had said, changing clothes and getting in bed.

back in the senior household, brendan took out his phone when he felt it vibrate in his pocket. a smile grew on his face as he read the text on his screen.

got home safe, enjoy your night :)

“why’re you smiling so much?” mackie asked, slightly hitting briss on the shoulder. the california native didn’t look away from his phone as he typed back and answered mackie at the same time.

“nothing.”

i will, good night bri xxx

it only took a couple of seconds before the girl answered him, and the text made his heart skip a couple of beats again.

night night xxx

but i’ve been livin’

life ain’t fiction

the next night when brianna walked back into the senior household, she felt good. for the first time in months, she felt good, her interactions with brendan the previous night being the reason for her mood. she felt good as she hugged all of her friends, greeting them all with a big smile, all of them noticing how happy she was.

but not all good things last forever, and that was proven when she walked into the kitchen, brendan being the only other person in there, and as she was about to say something, he pushed past her, leaving the small room. brianna stood in her spot for a bit, confused about what had just happened.

“you alright?” thom asked his best friend as he walked into the kitchen as well. brianna turned around at his and blinked a couple of times before answering.

“yeah– yeah i’m okay.” she lied, making thom scoff a bit as he leaned on the counter and crossed his arms, staring at her with a ‘are you kidding me?’ look. the gracia girl sighed a bit before speaking a bit.

“i guess– it’s just– we only have 2 weeks left. like no matter what happens in boston, we’re never gonna be able to see each other every day after that.” brianna said, her words hitting her exactly as she said them. she hadn’t realized that was she was saying was actually true, meaning thom believed her this time. his face fell a bit as he also realized what she had said. they had spent the last 4 years seeing each other almost every day, and now he was moving across the country in two weeks.

thom had never actually told her he’d be leaving after this year, because he didn’t need to, she knew. she had a feeling during the beginning of the year that this could be the last one, and as the year went by, she could feel his energy and the way he reacted everytime she mentioned san jose, and she just knew.

“i guess so, eh?” bordy sighed, and suddenly he didn’t want the frozen four to come so quickly. ever since they won, all he had been thinking of was the frozen four being so soon, yet in so long, and how he wished it could be right now. but now he didn’t, he didn’t at all. he wasn’t ready to leave all of his friends, he wasn’t ready to leave michigan, he wasn’t ready to leave. but he was ready to turn pro, and that was what’s more important. he’d still be able to come to michigan during the summer and once during the season, he’d be able to call all his friend any time he wanted. but it wouldn’t be the same.

“i’m gonna miss you.” brianna whispered, her eyes welling up a bit, making the bordeleau boy open his arms. she walked into his chest, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as his wrapped around her waist, the bottom half of his face leaning on the top of her head.

“i’m gonna miss you too, bri.”

“promise we’ll talk every day? i don’t care if it’s just a hi, i just– i don’t wanna lose you too.” she said as tears started falling down her face. thom wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by ‘lose you too’ but he had a feeling this was about brendan. he had seen what happened earlier, he knew she wasn’t okay when he asked her, he just wished she would’ve told him the truth.

“you won’t lose me, bri. never.”

“pinky promise?”

“pinky promise.”

in my head, we’re dancing under the dark

in my head, we kiss under the stars

but we know that’s not what we’re doing

‘cause, baby, this ain’t like the movies

2 weeks later, brianna found herself walking into the senior house yet again, but under such different circumstances. the boys were leaving. not all of them, but a lot of them. the first she had noticed was thom’s, fully packed with everything that he had in his house, parked in front of the house. he was leaving before everyone else since he had to drive down to montreal to leave his stuff at his parent’s house, before flying to san jose.

when she stepped into the house, she could already feel how different the energy felt than normally. there was usually always music playing, or people yelling, but not this time. it was quiet, dead quiet. the first person she noticed was brendan, since he was sitting on the stairs right in front of the front door. his elbows were leaning on his knees, his head in between them as a loud sigh left his mouth. brianna hesitated for a couple of seconds, before going over to sit next to him.

“hey.” she whispered, making him look up a bit, but his eyes didn’t look in her direction, instead staring at the wall in front of them.

“hey.”

“when are you leaving?” she asked in a small voice, not wanting to ruin the silence that had set over the senior household. brendan let out another sigh before finally looking over at her, their eyes locking together.

“monday.” 3 days. brianna let out a shaky breath before speaking again.

“i’m sorry. for everything. i shouldn’t– asking you to be friends it was– i’m sorry, bren, i’m so fucking sorry. f-for hurting you and just fucking everything up between us i–” she started, but she cut herself, not knowing how to say what she was feeling. but brendan could hear the honesty in her voice, making him smile a bit.

“it’s ok–”

“no it’s not, b. i-i thought breaking up with you would make me happier because i wouldn’t have to deal with you coming home drunk every night, but i was wrong. i was so fucking wrong, bren. i missed you, but i knew that it was the right thing to do ‘cause it wasn’t heatly anymore, b. and that’s why i wanted to stop with the gifts because i knew that i’d go back to you as soon as you asked me and i couldn’t let that happen, i couldn’t do that to myself, bren. you truly did nothing wrong, i just can’t keep up with your lifestyle. i want to, i really do, but i can’t, it’s not who i am, and i can’t ask you to just stop being you for me, i cann’t.” she explained, a couple of tears falling from her eyes as she looked away from the boy and down at her lap.

“bri, i understand. i want you to be happy, and if that means us not being together then i’m okay with it. i mean, of course i wish i could make you happy, and i like to think i do, but i can’t make you as happy as you were before we were together, and i’m okay with that.” he answered, making the girl nod her head a bit. it was silent after that. then, brianna felt the sudden urge to rest her head on his shoulder, something she had so many times. so she did, her breath stopping until she felt the brisson boy lean his head on top of hers.

“it’s gonna be weird without you next year.” she spoke after a couple of seconds, making the boy laugh a bit.

“you’ll be okay.”

“no i won’t. i’m gonna be stuck taking care of mackie alone, and steve’s gonna want to show me all his weird little homework.” she answered with sass, making the both of them laugh a bit.

“you’ll be okay, i know you will.” brendan said with more confidence this time, making all of the nerves inside the garcia girl disappear, something she considered a bad habit of hers. she’ll always believe him, she trusts him too much to not believe him.

“it’s still gonna be weird.” she sighed, making the brisson boy let out a small sigh of his own.

“i’ll be in town at some point, if im with the team for the game.” he said with a little bit of excitement, but there was also some small sadness behind it.

“you will, i know it.” brianna answered the same way the brisson boy had done only a couple of moments ago.

“can you– can you be there at my first game, whenever that is?” he asked quietly after a couple of seconds, his voice breaking a bit at the beginning.

“gimme a place, time and day and i’ll be there.” she spoke back with a smile on her face, making a brendan grow a smile of his own. the boy was about to say something else when bordy’s voice echoed through the house.

“bri?” he said loudly, making brianna and brendan jump a bit. thom’s footsteps came closer and closer to where the two of them were sitting, but neither of the two showed any signs of wanting to move. when the bordeleau boy arrived at the bottom of the staircase, his jaw dropped a bit at the sight of his two best friends, making both of their cheeks turn red a bit, but his jaw quickly closed when he remembered why he had came in to find the girl.

“i’m leaving, like right now.” he whispered softly, making the garcia girl stand up and walk down the couple of stairs to wrap her arms around his shoulders. a couple of tears fell from her eyes as they hugged each other.

“i’m gonna miss you.” the garcia girl whispered as her grip around her best friend’s shoulder tightened.

“i’m gonna miss you too, bri.”

“you’ll come back this summer, right?” she asked, talking about michigan but more precisely about plymouth.

“of course i will.” he said, before the two of them let go of each other and brendan walked over and hugged the smaller boy as well.

“take care, bro. i’ll see you soon.”

“you too, bro.” bordy answered before the two boys let go of each other as well and bordy slowly made his way out of the door, sending a small smile to the two of them. brianna let out a sigh, making the brisson boy look over at her. he wrapped his arms around her shoulder and brought her into his chest, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.

“it’s gonna be okay, bri.”

movies, movies

i want a love like the movies

brendan’s couple of weeks in the ahl went pretty good, signing his ecl just days after their season ended and with his dad being an agent, he thankfully already knew the type of contract he would be signing after college before his first one. he easily got along with the other guys in the team and he felt great about the way he was playing.

brianna had tried her hardest to stay up late at night and watch his game, but he played at the same time as bordy a couple of times, and sadly wasn’t able to watch all of his game completely, having to switch from one game to another. but the two had stayed in touch quite a lot, the girl helping him adjust to his new life, while he helped her prepare for her end of the year exams.

when brendan returned home, he invited the girl to come stay just for a week or two, but the gracia girl told him it would be a bad idea. now brendan understood that, and he agreed with her, but a part of him still hoped she would’ve said yes. instead, he spent all of his days training and all of his nights going out with his friends, making out and hooking up with girls almost every night, but brianna was always in the back of his mind.

none of them were like her, they all wanted every boy’s attention, while brianna always preferred to just blend in with people and be more discreet. all the girls liked to take charge and be rough, will brianna was a more slowly and steady type of girl, taking her time with everything and wanting the both of them to have equal power over what was happening. in short, they were the complete opposite of her.

and brendan used to love that, but now he hates it more than anything. hates how none of them really know how to seduce him, turn him on, and overall just don’t know him and don’t really care about him. hates how none of their lips feel the same way as hers, or how none of them can make him melt just by resting their hand on his arm. but he doesn’t want any of them to make him feel the same way she does, he only wants her. but he knows he can’t have her, so his mind just tells him to settle for what he can get.

he likes to tell himself that it’s karma for the way he used to act, leaving girls early in the morning without a word, giving most of them fake hopes of seeing him again, giving all of them a fake phone number. tells himself he deserves it and it’s just the way his life is supposed to be and that he can’t really complain because he doesn’t have to worry about money, getting paid to play the sport he loves.

but it wasn’t exactly like the previous years, he never stayed over at a girl’s house anymore, always leaving right after and going to sleep in his own bed, making sure to text the garcia girl to tell her he got safe home, along with a ‘goodnight xxx’. he’d wake up to the message being liked the next morning along with a ‘good morning sleepy head xxx’ and then he’d answer her, but no other communication would be done until night time. although there was a couple of nights or afternoon here and there where the two of them called just to catch up or talk about any problems they had, but that was about it. and it was for the whole summer, until the whole 2021-2022 team came to michigan to be celebrated during one of the football games. the two of them were so excited to see each other again, and had promised to talk more, which surely happened the second brendan left for vegas.

we go to parties with people we know

we’re holdin’ hands but it’s all just for show

‘cause monday through friday we both barely spoke

they don’t know, they can’t know

that just on the drive here, i was lookin’ through your texts

i was scremin’ my damn head off “how you still love your ex?”

and you say that it’s over, but why does she call you

at 3 a.m. and 4 a.m.? that’s a funny way of staying friends

the season had started a little over a month ago, and brendan had already found himself at a team event. now, yes, it was only for the silver knights, but at least he was playing pro. to be more precise, this was a couples team event, meaning brendan had to bring someone with him, and he had picked the girl he was currently “seeing” but he knew it wasn’t gonna go any further than them hooking up maybe once or twice. they barely spoke during the day, only when one of them was bored and wanted to have sex.

hell, brendan barely even remembered his name, which he knew was bad, but he didn’t care, she wasn’t brianna. but people didn’t need to know that, his teammates of course though that the two of them were way more than they actually are when he told them about the girl he was bringing, but brendan didn’t care yet again. he knew it’d be too complicated to explain everything to them, and quite frankly, he didn’t want to.

which lead to him and jessica, at least that’s what he thinks her names his, he knows it starts with a ‘j’ but there’s so many options that he just went with the first one that came to mind. the two of them were sitting in his car on their way to the event when brendan received a text.

“shit, can you check that for me please? just like put the phone in front of me to open it.” he asked her, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him.

“sure.” she said before doing what he had asked.

“it’s more, she just said to have a good time.” she spoke again after a couple of seconds.

“k, can you like the message and sent a thank you, please?”

“yeah, sure.” and she did, but before closing his phone, another message popped up, but this one didn’t make any noise, meaning brendan had no idea it was there. the contact name was ‘bordy’ and she knew who that was, making intrigue as to what they were talking about, but the message itself made her even more intrigued.

does bri know abt this?

it said, and the girl couldn’t fight the urge to just click on it and read their conversation.

yooo have you figured out who ur gonna bring tonight bro

yeah dude im taking this girl jessica i think, idk we’ve been hooking for a bit so yeah

…

bro it’s not like that, you know i still love bri

dude i know im not stupid, does bri know abt this?

was their latest conversation, and the blond girl wasted no time to tell the brisson boy to stop the car.

“what’s up?” he asked once they were in the side of the road, and the girl sitting in his passenger seat simply just shoved the phone in his face angrily.

“what the fuck is this?” she asked, her voice full of anger. brendan sighed a bit before moving the phone back a bit for he could read it.

“why the fuck are you going through my phone?” he asked her, his eyebrows furrowed– in anger, as he grabbed his phone out of her hands.

“my name’s abby! do you not know my name?” she yelled, making brendan roll his eyes.

“you’re being dramatic.”

“oh, i’m being dramatic because you asked me to go to an event with you but you don’t even know my name? babe–”

“don’t call me that.” brendan cut her off harshly, no one had called him babe in years except for brianna.

“what–”

“i’m bringing you home.” brendan cut her off again before starting the car again and driving the girl home. the car was silent the whole way until she started getting out of the car.

“don’t bother texting again.” brendan said with no emotions in his voice.

“are you breaking up with me?”

“we were never together. i don’t know who told you we were or what made you think we were, but we weren’t.” he quickly said, still no emotions behind his voice.

“whatever.” she answered harshly before slamming the car door closed and making her way into her apartment. brendan let out a long sigh before texting the guys to tell them he wouldn’t make it to the event and then driving home.

later that night, when he was all comfortable in his bed, he felt the urge to talk to brianna. so he called her, he realized how late it was on the east coast, but he just needed to talk to her.

“bren?” she asked sleepily as soon as she picked up the phone.

“hi. i’m sorry for waking you up.”

“it’s okay, bubs. is everything alright? how was the event?” she asked, sounding a little more awake then she had a couple of seconds ago.

“i, uh, i didn’t go. i was on the way there, with the girl i told you about.” he started, but he stopped, waiting for an answer.

“yeah.”

“and she went through my phone and saw my conversation with bordy… a-and she saw some things i said and then she got mad. b-but then she called me babe and i just– fuck, bri, i miss you so much. i miss you so fucking much, you have no idea bri.”

“bren–”

“no! i– let me talk, please. i need you with me, bri. it’s like i don’t know what i’m doing without and i hate it. i hate it so much. i’ve tried to move on like you told me to, but i can’t. i only want you. the girls, they’re nice and all, but they’re not you, none of them even come close to making me feel the same way you do and i just– i need you here with me, bri.” he said, slowly breaking down. brianna heart ached more and more as he kept going, trying to keep her tears.

“brenny, i miss you too, so so so much, but i can’t. you know i want to, but i can’t.” she answered, finally letting her tears fall down her cheeks. brendan let out a small sob before speaking again.

“i know, i know. but i don’t know what i’m doing anymore, bri. everything makes me think about you, everywhere i go, everything i do, i see something that makes me think of you and it hurts so much. just– just give me one more chance, please! i’ll stop drinking, i’ll do anything, just please, bri, i need you.”

“goodnight, bren.” she whispered softly, after a couple of seconds of silence.

“please–” he tried to beg but it was too late, she had hung up. brendan let out a sigh before letting his phone fall on his face. he was feeling numb, numb from all the pain and anger he had inside of him. he just wanted his old life back, being in michigan, having brianna by his side, being surrounded by his best friends everyday. he wanted it all back.

in my head, we’re dancing in the dark

in my head, we kiss under the stars

but we know that’s not what we’re doing

‘cause, baby, this ain’t like the movies

in my head, we never grow apart

in my head, you never break my heart

but we both know that’s not what we’re doing

‘cause, baby, this ain’t like the movies

“bri, you really don’t have to.” thom argued with her over the phone. it was now mid-december, the holidays were coming up which meant brianna soon had a couple of weeks off from school. she loved the holidays almost as much as she loved books, and just winter in general. the softness and coziness the season brought to the world made her feel in her element. being able to just stay home all the time, reading with the fireplace on because of how cold it is outside, she loved it.

and thomas did too, being able to go home and see his family for a couple of days, but he couldn’t have that this year, his schedule didn’t allow it. which meant he would be spending christmas away from his family and friends for the first time of his life. he’d probably be spending the whole day alone in his apartment, face-timing people and just watching movies like he used to do as a kid. and brianna felt bad for him, so she had bought a plane ticket to come see him for a couple of days, something the bordeleau kid appreciated a lot, but didn’t think was necessary.

“yes i do. i can’t let you spend christmas all alone, t. i’m coming, whether you like it or not, you better be ready to have a roommate for a couple of days.” she answered him with a smile on her, he rolled his eyes a bit before smiling at her through his phone screen.

“fine, i guess you can come.” he said jokingly, making brianna let out a small laugh.

“oh, silly you. i wasn’t asking to come, i was stating that i’m coming. i already bought the plane ticket and everything–”

“i’ll pay you back for that.”

“thom, it’s okay. i want to come see you, you don’t have to pay for anything.” she spoke softly with a smile on her face.

“okay. i have to go to practice, but i’ll see you soon. love you.” he said with a smile on his face as well.

“love you too, drive safe.” she replied before hanging up the phone and going up the stairs to her room to start packing her suit case.

“why is it so hot here?” brianna complained as she threw herself down on thom’s couch. he let out a laugh before sitting down next to her head and running a hand through her hair.

“you’ll get used to it.” he shrugged making her look up at him with a death stare.

“i’m sweating, thomas. i’m sweating in fucking december.” she said seriously, making the bordeleau boy laugh again as she sat up properly on the couch, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“welcome to california, bri.” he smiled at her, holding in another laugh when she sent him a fake smile. the room was silent after that, well besides the movie that was playing on the tv screen, until bordy spoke up again.

“i bought you a plane ticket.”

“what? thom you know i already bought the one to go back home–” she started but the boy cut her off, his eyes staring into the tv.

“to vegas. to go see briss.” he said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, making brianna look at him confused.

“thom–”

“he’s alone too, you know. okus, i think it’d be good for the both of you to see each other and talk about that night.” he explained calmly to her, rubbing her shoulder with the arm he had thrown over the back of the couch.

“i-i don’t know.”

“yes you know, bri. you want to be with him, i know you do. and i’m not just talking like physically being with him, you want to date him again and don’t even try to deny it. you guys love each other and i really don’t understand why you refused to go back to him, he makes you so happy, he treats you well, and yeah maybe he fucked up before, but he’s changed so much, he’s changed for you. he wants to be better for you, bri. i get that maybe you’re scared, but he loves you more than anything. and i know for a fact that you do too. so just, please, go see him and talk it out.” he argued, and brianna let out a shaky sigh before slowly nodding her head.

“o-okay.”

movies, movies

i want a love like the movies

movies, movies

i want a love like the movies

“bri?” brendan asked, shocked, his jaw slightly opened as his eyes stared at the girl in front of him.

“hi.” she whispered, a small smile on her face.

“what are you– what are you doing here?” he asked, a small smile of his own growing on his face as well.

“i came to see you.”

“but– i thought you were in san jose with bordy.” he said confused as he opened the door fully and stepped aside so she could walk in, her suitcase following behind her.

“i was, but now i’m here.” she answer shyly, taking a look around his condo.

“in my house.”

“in your house.” she confirmed with a small laugh as brendan shook his head, still a little confused but clearly happy at the same time.

“cool. cool, cool, cool. i’ll, uh, i’ll give you a tour.” he told her as he turned his back to her, but she quickly grabbed his wrist and turned him back around. the two of them stared at each other, their faces barely inches away. brianna tried to keep her breathing normal as one of her reached up to cup his cheeks, slowly stroking his cheekbone.

“i’ve missed you so much, bren.” she said softly, staring into his brow eyes, making brendan smile at her. brendan was about to say something when brianna pushed herself up onto her tippy toes, her other hand reaching for his other cheek, before pulling his face to her, pressing their lips together for the first time in what felt like years.

brendan let out a small gasp and blinked a couple of times, before letting himself get taken away by the kiss. his eyes slowly closed as he finally kissed her back, smiling to himself about it while his hands reached for her waist and pulled her closer to him. then, after about a minute or so, the two of them pulled away, brendan leaning his forehead on hers, their eyes locked together.

“wow.” brendan said after a couple of seconds, a big smile plastered on his face making brianna laugh a bit.

“i want you to be my boyfriend again.” brianna admitted in a small, soft voice, making brendan’s heart flutter inside his rib cage. his jaw dropped a bit as his eyes filled with happiness before he talked.

“really? like, you’re being dead serious right now? ‘cause i swear bri if this is some sort of joke–”

“it’s not. i love you, bren, so much.” she said, making brendan’s smile even wider than before.

“i love you.”

baby, we lost all this love we have

and i can’t pretend that i’ll never come back

and i think you’re seeing right through me

but, baby, this ain’t like the movies

“hey, what’s wrong?” brendan asked later that night as the two of them laid in bed together. brianna head was resting on brendan’s bare chest, her arms wrapped around his torso while his were keeping her closer around her shoulders.

“nothing’s wrong, babes.”

“don’t lie to me, bri.” he said softly, making the gracia let out a soft small sigh.

“it’s stupid. i– it’s just– you haven’t ask me to be your girlfriend yet…” she trailed off, trying not to make it sound like she cared too much. but she did, she cared so much.

“oh. i thought– i thought that after this afternoon we were kinda just like dating already.”

“bren, have you ever read a book where the boy never asked the girl out?”

“no?” he answered confused as to what books had to do with any of this. brianna let out a small sigh, shaking her head slightly.

“you really clueless aren’t you?”

“you love it.”

“mmm, do i?” she teased, making him push a shoulder a bit as a laugh slipped past her lips. brendan moved around a bit in the bed, so the two of them would be laying face to face, before cupping both of her cheeks into his hands.

“do you, brianna garcia, agree to be my beautiful, incredibly smart and amazing girlfriend?” he asked her seriously, making her blush a little.

“yes.” she answered shyly, her cheeks fully turning red before brendan leaned in and connected their lips together. when the two of them pulled apart, brendan wrapped his arms around her head and pulled her into his chest, pressing kisses all over the top of her head.

“i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you.” brendan repeated over and over again after each kiss that he pressed to her head, making brianna laugh against his chest.

“idiot.”

“you love me!” he said in a singing tone, making brianna roll her eyes with a small smile on her face.

“you’re still an idiot.” she stated in a duh tone, making the brisson boy roll his eyes as well.

“yeah, but i’m your idiot, so…” he said before leaning in again and connecting their lips together. the garcia girl hummed in agreement before grabbing his chain and pulling him closer to her.

i want a love like the movies

“so, you guys are like back back together? like dating and all?” thom asked face-time the next day as the couple was laying in bed together, both of them wearing the other’s hoodie.

“yes. but, we don’t really wanna tell people like right now, you know.” brendan answered his best friend, hinting to him that he better stay quiet about this.

“yeah, no, dude. i won’t say anything.”

“thanks, tommy.” brianna answered with a thankful smile on her face.

“you guys are stupid, though.” the bordeleau kid sassed, making brianna let out a gasp.

“rude!” she exclaimed before hanging up the face-time.

“babe. why?” brendan asked with a laugh.

“he was being mean. he called us stupid!” she said in an accusing tone, making brendan laugh even more.

“stop laughing!”

“please never change.” brendan said through his laugh, making his girlfriend a bit confused, but instead of asking questions, she simply just pressed her lips to his for a couple of seconds before pulling back.

“only if you don’t.” she whispered before connecting their lips again.

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All Hail The King

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Alcohol, oral sex, p in v sex, praise kink. I’m a horny bitch, okay? This is purely indulgent.

Word count: 5k

Author’s note: Special thanks to @wyn-dixie for reading this over before I posted it and for enabling this filth. ❤️ This idea entered my brain randomly and I had to write it out. Please let me know what you think! I want your feedback. If I had Photoshop I would have made an edit of Frankie with a crown for this but I don’t have it so here’s this gif instead.

The bar is humming with activity, but the table you’re nestled at in the back provides enough shelter to allow you all to converse without having to yell at each other.

You’ve been nursing a glass of water for a while now, since you’re the designated driver this week. It doesn’t bother you, though— you’re just happy to be out with your friends.

Every once in a while you steal a glance over at Frankie, who’s sitting diagonally across the table, next to Santiago who is directly across from you. Benny is to your left, his large body crowding you into the wall, and his brother Will is at the head of the table.

“Hey Fish,” Benny claps a hand on his shoulder. The force of his hand jostles Frankie’s solid body backwards a little, but to his credit he doesn’t flinch. “How are things with that girl you were seeing? Jennessa? Jennifer?”

You take a sip of your water and look down at the table to mask your interest at the sudden change in conversation.

“Jessica,” Frankie clears his throat. “They aren’t. We didn’t have much in common so she broke it off after a few dates.”

Queue the internal cheering. Jessica was a bit of a wet mop, to be honest. She never had anything to say when Frankie brought her around and she would scoff at everything that was slightly unsavory in her eyes. Deep down, you had to come to terms with the jealous twinge you felt in your gut every time she would squeeze Frankie’s shoulder affectionately, her immaculately manicured nails pressed harshly into his jacket.

“I’m sorry, Fish,” Benny said, slinging his arm around the man, the clumsy movement knocking his hat slightly askew. “Her loss, brother.”

“Here here,” Santi agrees, raising his bottle in the air. “To the king!”

Benny cheers clinks his bottle against Santiago’s echoing his sentiment. Will huffs out a laugh and Frankie groans, hiding his face in his hands.

You gape at the two men in question, but they just giggle like a couple of school girls.

“I didn’t realize I was in the presence of royalty,” you say, trying to figure out what they’re talking about. You look over at Frankie as he takes an impatient sip from his drink.

Benny just about spits out a mouthful of beer onto the table.

“Shut the fuck up, guys.” Frankie warns his friends. “Seriously.” Santi and Benny give him an innocent look. Will focuses his gaze on the bottle he’s holding, picking at the paper label, damp and curling at the edges from condensation .

Santiago leans towards you, his breath hot in your ear.

“We call him the pussy eating king.”

You thank the powers above you weren’t mid-sip, because the choked sound that emits from your throat was both involuntary and sudden. Heat blossoms in your stomach and your thighs clench together as you make eye contact with Frankie. He looks away nervously, embarrassed even.

“So was this a self coronation or..” You trail off, grinning at the flush on Frankie’s cheeks.

“It was that really talkative chick he was seeing for a while,” Benny says, turning to you. “Brianna?”

“Brenda,” Frankie sighs.

“So Brenda crowned you the pussy eating king?” You ask Frankie, who still refuses to meet your eyes.

He grumbles in response, waving off the subject.

“Yeah, she went on about it in detail for the whole night one time. I think you were away for a work trip or something” Santiago is absolutely smirking, loving the way Frankie is physically shrinking under the group’s attention. “Come on Fish, don’t be so modest. You’re a beast in the sack, it’s a good thing!”

You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You remember why you weren’t there. It was because you couldn’t stand seeing Frankie so happy with another woman, so you feigned sick.

“Well, I can see why things with Brenda didn’t last,” you respond, knowing Frankie was kind of a private guy. “But hey, at least she can tell all her friends she got the royal treatment while it lasted.”

Benny, Santiago and even Will all roar with laughter, fists banging raucously on the table. Frankie huffs out an embarrassed laugh, despite himself.

“Yeah, yeah,” he takes a swig of his beer, emptying it. “I need another drink.”

“Hey Ben, what time is your fight next week again?” Will calls over to his brother. You’re grateful for the change of subject. Frankie’s had enough torture for one night and you aren’t sure how many more details about Frankie’s sexual prowess your nether regions can take.

Benny turns towards Will to talk about his upcoming match and you take a sip from your glass to try to hide how flustered you’re feeling. Did this bar get hot all of a sudden?

The glass lands back down with a dull thump and you look up to find Santiago studying you, his eyebrow raised.

“What?” You don’t mean to sound aggressive, but his gaze is unnerving, as if he’s trying to suss out something you’re hiding.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” He smirks and tips up his beer, taking a long gulp. You roll your eyes at him and look down to pick at your nails.

A few moments later, Frankie returns with a fresh beer and you can feel Santiago turning his face in your direction again to read your body language. You school your reaction, fingers digging painfully into your pint glass. Sometimes Pope is too fucking nosy for his own good.

He must lose interest after a moment though, because he turns his attention back to Benny, who’s still talking about his upcoming fight.

The topic doesn’t come up again, thankfully, and you’ve dropped all the boys off at their separate destinations, save for Frankie, who lives the closest to you.

The car ride alone with him isn’t as tense as you were expecting, since his tongue has been loosened with the fair amount of alcohol he’s had tonight. You both chat easily about the upcoming week and how much you’re dreading going back to work on Monday.

You can’t resist one smart remark though, as you pull up to Frankie’s house.

“Your castle awaits, my liege,” you quip, trying and failing to hide your amused smile as you look over at him.

Frankie throws his head back and laughs freely, opening the car door with a wink.

“Goodnight, my queen,” he bows exaggeratedly before shutting the car door.

The butterflies don’t tamp down until you’re securely inside your own apartment, locking the door behind you.

That night was a month ago, which means it’s been a whole fucking month since your brain flew the coop. Every time Frankie does just about anything with his mouth, everything else around you ceases to exist.

Take last Thursday, for example. Frankie dropped by after work to help you change your porch light, since the fixture is too heavy and the light is too high up to easily reach.

He steps up the ladder with ease, unscrewing the fixture and holding it with his left hand. He puts the screwdriver in his mouth so he can hold onto the ladder as he gingerly hands you the fixture. You grab onto it and hand him the replacement bulb so he can swap them out.

He gets the lightbulb in and gestures towards you to hand the fixture back, which he screws back in before stepping down.

“Blegh,” he wipes his mouth on his sleeve, an action that has your last two brain cells screeching to a halt. “Screwdrivers taste awful.”

His statement is cute, self-deprecating, and you try to respond appropriately but all you can do is gape at him like a fish out of water.

‘Get your shit together, he’s wiping off the taste of rust, not your pussy,’ you try to mentally shake yourself out of your stupor, but it does no good.

He turns back towards his toolbox to drop the screwdriver in and close the lid.

“All set,” he says, dusting off his jeans. He sounds a little uneasy, probably because you’re acting like a complete weirdo.

“Thank you so much, Frankie. I really appreciate it.” You find your manners and pull him in for a hug, secretly reveling in how good he smells.

“Any time,” he tells you as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes softly.

Before he pulls away you make a spur of the moment decision, and reach up to give him a small kiss on the cheek. He’s so impossibly warm and so inviting, you can feel your heart flutter in your chest. The sparse hairs on his face tickle your chin.

Frankie clears his throat and ducks his head down, mumbling a hurried goodbye before he heads back to his truck, toolbox in hand. You don’t miss the way his lips are turned up and the crows feet make an appearance in the corner of his eyes, nor do you miss the brilliant flush that spreads over his face and down his neck.

It’s Saturday now and your torment knows no end. You decide you’re too tired to go out and opt to invite the guys over for a movie night, to which they all agree.

You decide you’ll just have to look away every time Frankie takes a sip of a drink, or eats a handful of popcorn. Or God forbid, if he licks his lips.

The group chat has been a nightmare, with everyone trying to come up with a movie to watch. Benny wants to watch The Expendables, Will mentioned something about wanting to see Dunkirk for ages now and Santi is playing devil’s advocate, disagreeing with all of their choices but not coming up with one of his own.

Frankie has been quiet in the chat, besides initially agreeing to come over initially.

It’s 9:00 PM, you have a 30 rack of beers in the fridge and some popcorn set out for everyone. All you have to do now is wait for the guys to arrive. Your phone chimes with a notification from Benny.

Benny and the Jets 🥊: Sorry lady, I got called in for a last minute practice. Raincheck?

Ironhead 🦸🏼: I gotta duck out too. The lady wants to have a date night. Sorry!

You type out a reply to them, a little disappointed but bidding them a good night all the same.

A knock sounds on the door and you rush over to answer it. The door swings open to reveal Frankie, wearing the softest looking navy blue hoodie you’ve ever seen, along with his Standard Oil cap. He looks as unsure as ever, holding a bottle of red wine.

You chirp an over-enthusiastic greeting, internally cringe at it, and step aside to welcome him in.

“I know you like red wine, so I got some for you on the way here. I hope it’s the kind you like.”

You accept the wine and look at the label. It’s a California Zinfandel. You can’t believe he remembered your favorite wine.

“I love it, thank you so much.” You pull him into a hug, nuzzling into the soft material of his sweatshirt. He returns the hug just as enthusiastically, pulling away to kiss your forehead.

“Is Santiago on his way?” You ask, padding into the kitchen to grab a glass from your cabinet. “Do you want a glass? Or I have some beer if you’d prefer.”

“Beer is perfect, thanks,” he says a little breathily as he looks over at you. “Santiago said something came up and that he’s sorry.”

Something feels a little fishy with the three of them ducking out all at the same time, but you don’t mention it as you hand him a beer and search through your drawer for a bottle opener. A few minutes later, you’re both set up on the couch and are scrolling through Netflix for a movie.

“I have no idea what to watch. Do you?”

“Want to watch Civil War? I know the guys will bitch we’re continuing the rewatch without them but they can deal.”

You tip your head back and laugh, navigating over to your Disney+ app.

Frankie takes off his hat and sets it aside while you spread a blanket over your laps, braving a chance to scoot closer to him. He takes the hint and wraps his arm behind your shoulders, nestling you closer to his chest. You settle in and try to pay attention to the movie, despite the wild fluttering that is taking place in your stomach.

Frankie shifts uncomfortably and winces a little. You can tell he’s trying to hide it, but little does he know you’ve been watching every single movement he makes like a hawk. Or a nervous lap dog.

“Does your back hurt? I can move,” you start to get up but Frankie grabs onto your wrist and pulls you back in.

“No, stay. I just need to find a comfortable position.”

You make a soft noise of surprise when he lifts you up and pulls you towards him, settling back so he’s spread out on the couch. You’re settled on top of him, your legs stretched out over his with your back to the cushion, half draped over his torso.

This position has your heart thumping hard in your chest. His face was just a few inches from yours. All he’d have to do is tilt his face towards yours, and you’d be practically kissing.

Focusing on the movie is harder than ever. Your left hand rests on Frankie’s chest and your right is near his head. Without even thinking, you reach out and start stroking your fingers through his soft curls. He hums contentedly, the pleasant sound rumbling through his chest.

A hand makes its way up your arm leaving goosebumps in its wake, landing on your shoulder.

You brave a glance at Frankie and feel your heart stutter in your chest when you realize he’s been looking at you. His eyes are as dark as ever, twinkling against the flicker of your TV.

He closes the gap and captures your lips in a tender kiss. His lips are warm and soft, melding to yours perfectly. The brush of your mouths together is intoxicating. Your tongue darts out to lick at him and he complies, letting out a guttural moan at the sensation as your tongues meet languidly.

You shift your leg so it slots between his and both of your hands find his shoulders and squeeze them, eliciting a soft mewl from Frankie’s mouth. His hands are hot on your back and he slides one down to your ass, kneading the soft flesh over your leggings.

Your hips press into his, rutting into him, soft pants falling from your mouth– mingling with his. You need to be closer, closer, closer. He tightens his grip on your ass in response and rolls his hips so you can feel how hard he is against your belly.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, breaking the kiss, words tumbling out between his ragged breaths.

You can feel yourself throbbing for him, wetness rushing to your core as his hushed baritone makes your head spin with need. Somewhere in the back of your mind you’re convinced this is a dream. That there’s no way you’re dry humping the man of your dreams on your couch right now.

You duck down to hide your expression, not wanting to ruin the moment with your anxiety and doubt. You’ll take whatever this man gives you, even if it’s just this moment.

You busy yourself by peppering small kisses on his neck, trailing them up to his jaw.

“Hey,” he slows your movements and holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up gently up to look at him.

“I want you. I want this. Do you?”

You feel the urge to look away, his gaze is intense and laser-focused on you. Eye contact has never been your strong suit, so this was a lot for you to handle. But you fight the urge to flinch and stare back, searching to see if there was anything that will give away any trepidations. His expression remains hard set, serious but not unkind. It’s just like Frankie to have eyes as clear as day, giving away all of his secrets. They’re just like him— strong, unrelenting in their hardness and softness.

“Yes,” you reply. Your voice cracks a little, thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long.”

You feel embarrassment wash over you with the admission, but Frankie doesn’t let it last long before you crushes his lips to yours in a searing kiss. He breaks it off after a moment, lips swollen and pink.

“Baby, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

He strokes a hand down your jaw, his thumb caressing your skin as a goofy smile blooms over your face.

“I want to make you feel good, baby,” he whispers, his thumb catching on the swell of your bottom lip. “Will you let me make you feel good?”

You blink and swallow heavily, a fresh wave of arousal flooding to your center as the deep rasp of his voice utters those words, smooth as caramel– dousing over you like kerosene on a fire.

You nod, not trusting your voice at this very moment.

“I need you to say it out loud, honey,” he says, his lips brushing against yours ever so lightly.

“Yes, Francisco,” you breathe out. “Make me feel good.”

He bites your bottom lip and tugs, then growls playfully before he grabs your shoulders and flips you over. You let out a delighted shriek, giggling as he lifts up the hem of your shirt and kisses every inch of skin that’s revealed.

“Wait,” you call out. He stops his movements immediately. “You first.”

Frankie grins. You want to press your fingers into the dimple that appears and feel the scratch of his beard under your nails. He leans back and lifts his sweatshirt over his head, the grey t-shirt he’s wearing sticks to the inside of it and he rolls both garments down his arms.

His chest is bare to you now, smooth except for a smattering of hairs in the middle of his chest, and a patch leading down into his jeans. You want to reach out and run your hands down the planes of his torso and follow the path of hair, but your arms aren’t long enough to reach.

You remove your shirt, leaving you in your leggings and bra. It’s a soft lace number, a delicate pink with no underwire. You watch as his hungry gaze roams over your chest. To your surprise, he doesn’t motion for you to take it off. Instead, he leans over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He moves downwards, tongue darting out to taste the salt of your neck. He continues his path and mouths between your breasts, one of his hands reaches out to squeeze the plump flesh in his large hand. You nipple instantly pebbles under his ministrations and he pulls the fabric aside to tease it with the pad of his finger. You moan softly at the sensation and yelp in surprise when he sucks it into his mouth and bites it, soothing the sharp sting with a flick of his tongue.

“Mmm, love how responsive you are already,” he hums, moving down. Your back arches as his mouth makes a hot trail down the rest of your torso. You look down and notice he’s left wet patches where his mouth has been, coating you in saliva and leaving goosebumps in his wake.

He reaches the waistband of your leggings and pushes them down, letting out a strangled groan when he gets an eyeful of your panties, the same shade of pink that matches the bra you’re wearing.

“So fucking sexy,” he breathes.

He peels your panties down your legs and pulls them off along with your leggings, leaving you completely bare from the bottom down. You start to cross your legs to hide yourself, feeling self-conscious at how exposed you are, but Frankie grabs your thigh to halt the movement.

“You better not hide this pretty pussy from me,” he says, licking his lips.

You half expect him to dive in, but he takes a moment to look at you. He’s resting a hand on your hip. His pointer finger makes a path down, tracing an invisible line up and down your slit. You hiss at the ghost of his touch and thrust your hips towards his hand, seeking out more friction.

Frankie lets out an amused chuckle at your reaction and leans forward to plant a wet kiss to your inner thigh. You let out a shaky breath in anticipation– your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest. He kisses up your thigh until he reaches the apex between your legs, then licks a stripe through your folds with the flat of his tongue, pulling a surprised gasp from your parted lips.

He sucks your clit into his mouth and you can’t help it– you buck up into his mouth and grab onto his hair and tug at the strands. He grabs onto the flesh of your hip and whimpers into your pussy. Despite being almost dizzy with need, you feel a rush of power knowing you have this effect on him.

“You taste so fucking good. So wet for me,” he punctuates his words with bold licks up and down. “Never want to stop.”

He changes patterns, making tight circles on your clit with his tongue. The sudden switch has you mewling and your legs clamp around his head involuntarily. Frankie grabs your thighs and wrenches them apart, hooking them over his shoulders as he latches onto your pussy. His hands are on your ass, holding you up as your back arches off the couch.

All you can do is scramble at the cushions below you for purchase as Frankie buries his face into your cunt, lapping at you with abandon. His tongue licks into you with an intensity you’ve never experienced before; it has you seeing stars.

You have no idea how he knows exactly how to manipulate your body to pull the pleasure from you so naturally. Every lick feels like it’s searching for treasure, every suck hits somewhere deep inside, reverberating through the muscles of your thighs and up in your abdomen.

He gently places you back down to the cushions and rubs at your entrance with his pointer finger, looking up at you for permission.

“Yes, please–“ you whimper brokenly. He complies immediately and plunges it into you, following with a second finger, and curls them up. His pace is slow at first and he flicks his tongue out to play with your clit at the same time. He’s soon spurred on by your moans and sets a brutal pace. You once again feel the urge to clamp around him to increase the pressure, but Frankie uses his broad shoulders to hold your thighs apart.

Seeing his shoulders, bare and perspiring from his intensive movements, so wide and flushed, coupled with the furrow of his brow, his eyes pinched closed, makes something primal within you awaken. You barely have time to feel your orgasm coming before it’s hitting you– thighs shaking, back arching, hands in his hair. You don’t even realize it, but you;’re shrieking his name, chanting it like a prayer. He’s groaning in reply, milking you through it with his fingers and tongue, lapping up your release, syrupy sweet and indulgent.

He doesn’t stop until you’re flinching from overstimulation. He kisses up your body lazily, taking his time before capturing your lips. You kiss him back, licking into his mouth and tasting yourself on his tongue. He grinds into you, his jean-clad erection rubs against your aching cunt and rekindles the fire, molten heat shooting through your entire body.

“Wanna fuck you so bad, baby,” he says, panting the words into your mouth.

You moan and break the kiss.

“Want to take this to my room?”

He doesn’t reply, but instead swings his body off the couch and picks you up bridal-style. He stumbles a little with the first steps and you both laugh, kissing each other with each step he takes towards your bedroom.

He tosses you onto the bed softly and you let loose another delighted giggle when Frankie flops over you dramatically, caging you in his arms. Your tongues tangle together in an impossibly sensual kiss. He’s momentarily distracted, caught up in the feel of your body underneath his with the soft touches of your tongue, and you take the opportunity to roll him over and straddle his hips.

Frankie is looking up at you as if he’s in awe, like he can’t believe you’re here right now, naked from the waist down and grinding down on his hard cock, tenting his jeans.

You move down his body and zip his fly down, pushing down the denim along with his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, hard and hot and leaking at the tip. You can’t help but lick the bead of precum, and a broken whine rips from Frankie’s throat. His hands are clenched into the sheets, knuckles white with how hard he’s gripping the mattress beneath him.

You’re bobbing your mouth up and down his length, tongue licking around his shaft and cheeks hollowing out. His moans are loud, constant. He’s babbling praise, telling you how fucking amazing your mouth feels, how badly he wants to fuck you. It’s a heady feeling, bringing a strong and quiet man to his knees like this. You love that he’s letting you know how much he’s breaking for you.

Your tongue finds its way down to his balls and you suck them into your mouth, moaning at the musky taste. His moans are high pitched now and his hand is squeezing your shoulder.

“Baby, you gotta stop,” he grabs onto your hair to pause your movements. “I need to feel you.”

You give him one last broad lick up his shaft and shift back up, and look down at Frankie to catalogue the number you’ve done on him. He’s absolutely wrecked– brown eyes blown wide, chest rising and falling rapidly with his uneven breaths.

You remove your bra, stretching it over your head and throwing it to the side. Frankie follows the movement and lets out a needy, staccato moan at the sight of you, completely bare before him.

You reach down and kiss him soundly on the mouth, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” you coo, sinking down on his length.

“Fuck,” he grits out between his teeth.

You give yourself a moment to get used to his size and rock into him. His hands fly up to your chest, squeezing lightly and rolling your nipples in between his fingers.

“So fucking big,” you pant out. “So good for me.”

It seems Frankie loves praise as much as you do, evidenced by the twitch of his cock inside you.

Your pace is agonizingly slow. You’re trying to tease out the moment, stretch it out so it lasts forever. It doesn’t last long– you can’t stand it anymore. You bounce up and down on him, snapping your hips when they meet his.

“So fucking perfect,” he pants out. “Wanna fuck you from behind.”

You breathe out a moan and stop your movements. Frankie mistakes your pause for hesitation and reaches up to brush the hair out of your face.

“We don’t have to,” he says, voice gentle, brow furrowed in concern.

“No, fuck. No, Frankie. I want to.”

You gingerly get up and whimper at the loss when he’s no longer inside you. Frankie sits up, shoulders rocking forward and cock bobbing with his movement as he settles onto his knees. You watch him and bite your lip, getting on all fours and lifting your ass up in the air to present yourself to him.

Frankie can’t help the groan that falls from his lips and sinks forward to lay an open-mouthed kiss on your pussy from behind before he lines himself up. He enters you without hesitation, hips slapping against your ass rhythmically, setting a decisively fast pace.

All you can hear is the filthy sounds of your wet pussy as he pounds into you, along with your strangled moans, and his heavy breathing, laced with whispers of praise you can’t discern. The waves of pleasure are too much, too strong. You can feel the familiar build up of an orgasm. Your head is in the clouds as it climbs and climbs– then crashes.

His fingers on your clit is what does you in. Your whole body shakes and all you can do is whimper and moan around his cock while he fucks into you. The strong, practiced rock of his hips become sloppy as he chases his release, muttering words of adoration into the air as he pulls out and cums, spilling onto your back. He pulls every last drop out of his cock before collapsing over you, forehead resting on your spine as he catches his breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, once he’s caught his breath. “Should have done this ages ago.”

You both laugh and Frankie gets up to grab a wet face towel from the bathroom

A little while later, you’re both in bed, blissed out and wrapped up around each other. The movie, drinks and snacks are all forgotten. All that matters is here and now– your breaths mingling together as you kiss each other lazily, tongues probing slowly.

In the other room, both of your phones ping on the coffee table with unheard notifications.

The first text is from Santiago.The other boys follow suit, not a minute apart.

Pope 🤦🏻‍♂️: 👑

Benny and the Jets 🥊: 👑

Ironhead 🦸🏼: 👑

Neither of you see the texts until the next morning.

The following weekend, it’s Santiago’s turn to be the designated driver. He’s parked outside of Frankie’s house, waiting to pick both of your asses up. He starts to tap his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel after the first 15 minutes.

“What the fuck are they doing in there?” He asks Will and Benny. They all know the answer, but don’t say anything.

Meanwhile, Frankie has you crowded against the front door, your sundress is hiked up and his face is buried in your pussy. Neither of you can hear the sound of Santi’s impatient honking over your moans.

And if you end up going to the bar sans panties because you can’t find them before Santiago is pounding his fist on the door, well that’s just a secret you and Frankie will have to keep.

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ronanbrackens · 3 months ago

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ronan bracken poured a generous splash of whiskey into omer’s goblet, his grin wide and teasing as the amber liquid swirled. “that’s the spirit, sage florent. none of this ‘juice’ shite anymore. ye’ve a wife to keep ye steady and friends like me to pull ye out the gutter if ye ever slip. no shame in enjoyin’ the drink when ye’ve got the sense not to drown in it, aye?” he clinked his goblet against omer’s, the sound crisp and satisfying in the quiet between them. there was nothing as natural as the sound of the clover goblets clinking against one another, like music to his ears. "how long's it been since you had a drink?"

his laughter softened as he leaned back, fingers tapping idly on the arm of his chair. “ye know, i didn’t expect ye’d ever say it outright, but it’s good to hear ye call me out. waitin’ for the ‘right moment’... aye, it’s a coward’s game, isn’t it? but fiadh... fuck, man. she’s somethin’ else.” his hand rested upon his neck as he thought about it; his words were casual, relaxed the way they always were when he was around omer florent. who else would he be so naturally relaxed around? ronan’s voice dipped, quieter now, as though the name itself held a weight he wasn’t sure he could carry.

“she’s not just a pretty face, though, gods know she’s got that. it’s the way she’s got that fire in her belly, like she could stare down a storm and come out smilin’. makes a man think about things he’s never had—home, peace, maybe even... more.” he shook his head, the grin faltering as he stared into his goblet. “but aye, family. duty. all that shite we lads can’t ever quite run from. i always said i’ve no business marryin’ a riverlander, not when there’s trade to be secured, allies to be won. but what’s the point of it all if ye can’t stand the sight of the woman ye’re wed to, eh?”

his gaze momentarily seemed as though he were thinking of another instance: if he married a riverlander, that would mean brianna would need to be the one to secure a close association with another house beyond the riverlands. and in all honesty, he preferred the idea of his sister remaining in the riverlands - so he could give her husband a box around the head if he ever needed to. ronan looked up, meeting omer’s gaze with a crooked smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “i’ll speak to hugo, aye, and i’ll figure out what to say to her. maybe ye’re right—no ‘right’ time’ll come, so i’ll have to make one. but i’ll tell ye this, omer: if i lose her by waitin’ too long, ye’ll never hear the end of it. so drink up. here’s to courage, and here’s to makin’ a bloody fool of meself.” he let out an exasperated sigh.

Omer’s gaze softened as he listened, his laughter fading into a thoughtful silence. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping the rim of his goblet as Ronan spoke. The easy grin that had once been there was replaced by a rare sincerity. “Aye, ye’ve always had a way of callin’ me out, haven’t ye?” Omer said with a quiet chuckle. “Clover-folk sage, eh? I might take pride in that, but I’ll leave the big words to the ones better suited fer them. I’m no elder, Ronan. Just a man doin’ his best, like the rest o’ us.” His grin returned briefly, but it was softened by the weight of Ronan’s next words.

Fiadh Vance. The name hung in the air for a moment. Omer studied Ronan, his usual mischief gone as he considered his friend’s words.

“Fiadh, aye?” Omer’s voice took on a teasing lilt, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I can see why ye’d be taken with her, Ronan. But ye’re right—family and loyalty always make things messy, don’t they?” He raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Still, ye’ve always had a good head on yer shoulders—when it’s not buried in a barrel o’ whiskey, that is. If ye don’t speak up, ye’re a bigger fool than I thought, and that’s saying somethin’. Waitin’ too long just makes it worse, trust me on that.” Omer leaned forward, his gaze firm. “There’s no ‘right’ time, Ronan. Ye can’t keep waiting for it to show up. Sometimes ye have to make yer own right moment. If ye want her, go for it. Talk to her, talk to Hugo, but don’t let this fester.”

He leaned back, his voice returning to its light tone. “As for the whiskey, tip me a shot in here, little bit never hurt a man.”

Omer was doing well with his drinking, while he worked to not get drunk off his ass, the call of the warm brown drink never left him. A sip here, a drink there, it weren't a man swimming in his sorrows. It were a man showing control.

#c: omer #omer 001

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theawkwardterrier · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the wonderful @walkinginland! I feel simultaneously like I still want to be lowkey about the fact that I'm even writing at all because there's always a chance that I'll just give up and I don't want to raise any expectations, and also like I've somehow managed to share half of this fic via tumblr previews ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

They are halfway to home before she takes in a breath and says, "When you were readin' the bible there, what were you thinkin' about?" Da looks surprised to hear her voice for a moment, then contemplative in a way that makes her wonder whether he is going to answer. "I was thinking of yer mother," he says finally, a filtered version of that smile coming over his face once more, and Bree finally knows why she came today. "If ye can look like that when ye think of her," she asks, "then how could ye do what you did?" She is no longer speaking in the aggrieved, demanding way she has been since that first day, but with a true curiosity, a yearning to try to understand how this could have happened. Da seems to realize that. His eyes move between her and the road, and his mouth takes on a thinking sort of firmness. Finally he says, "There are things about what happened, things about that time, that I canna tell you. Some because it's no' only my story to tell, and some because…because it’s something about the world that I dinna want you ever to have to know. And perhaps I put ye at a disadvantage, no' teaching you about it myself, no' preparing ye for life as a parent should, but…" He stops, swallows, stares ahead without speaking. The sky suddenly fills with starlings once more, and in the middle of the empty road, Da slows and stops, the two of them watching through the windscreen until the last one is gone and they can no longer hear even the sounds of their wings or their cries. "You've such a–a brightness about ye, Brianna," Da says into the quiet when it is only the two of them again. He keeps his hands on the wheel, fingers tight, but he looks at her with great gentleness. "I saw it on the day you were born. I’ve seen it every day since. And I hope that my word and yer mother's on this matter can be enough, because the thought of givin' you the answers you want and seeing some of that brightness drain away frightens me. So, please, a leannan, try to make yer peace with it, because I dinna ken that I can ever be the one to tell ye what you're looking to know." She nods, her words gone for now, and settles her head back against the window, closing her eyes. She is suddenly conscious of what has been beneath the anger for so long: an understanding of her father’s fear, a knowledge that there was evidence of his fallibility in the story that he had been keeping from her, and her own horror over facing such a thing.

Not sure who's writing something these days (other than @flyinghome-againstthewind, who's already been tagged), but if you are, consider yourself tagged and shaaaare

#fic memes #redacted 2 little bits because I'm trying to make it not super spoilery

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liaromancewriter · 3 years ago

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I Want You

Premise: It’s the night before their wedding. Their friends have everything planned, but Max and Sienna only want each other.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC). Feat. Ethan Ramsey x Cassie Valentine (F!MC) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Trope: Bachelor and bachelorette party Words: 1,580

A/N: I was missing Maxenna and decided to remedy the situation. Submission for @choicesficwriterscreations CFWC Celebrations event. I’m also participating in @wackydrabbles prompt 141, which will appear in bold.

The din of voices competed with loud music pumping through the speakers. Everything from gritty rock to jazz and blues; the proprietor of the establishment located in the heart of New Orlean’s Bourbon Street didn’t discriminate.

On Friday nights in early May, the revelers were interested only in drinks, some flirting and dancing, and good-natured fun. And the servers were happy to rake in the generous tips left by happy patrons.

The ceiling fan tried its best to spread the air, but it was a losing battle against the crush of warm bodies filling the narrow space and spilling out onto the courtyard out back.

Max Valentine slouched on an uncomfortable chair, nursing his whiskey while wondering how he’d let his friends drag him out here the night before his wedding. Post-wedding reception technically.

The big society affair tomorrow on the grounds of Oak Alley had been the original plan for his and Sienna’s wedding. But after his accident last December, they hadn’t wanted to wait, marrying instead in a small ceremony in the presence of their immediate family.

Given the Trinh family ties in the New Orleans community and the Valentines standing in society, there were expectations on both sides for something more formal than saying their vows in his parents’ living room.

Max knew that Sienna had always dreamt of a big wedding, and he hated that she’d given up on that. So, he was happy to go along with the post-wedding plans their families made. His sister and hers had even organized a bachelorette weekend for Sienna a couple of weeks ago.

As much as he was looking forward to tomorrow, the last thing he wanted was to spend tonight getting plastered and having his ear drum blasted. He would rather be back at his hotel making love to his wife.

Of course, she wasn’t there since her friends had dragged her out for a girls’ night out on the town while his cousin Tony and his friends, along with Ethan, Rafael, Bryce and Elijah, led him in the opposite direction.

He rolled his eyes at the thought of their friends pretending this was a normal wedding where the bride and groom enjoyed their last night of freedom separately. Instead of what it was: a glorified party for a couple that had already celebrated four months of wedded bliss.

“Tell me you changed your mind,” he heard Tony call out and looked up to see who he was talking to.

And then he was smiling when he spied Sienna in the group of women heading towards their table in the corner of the courtyard. She hadn’t seen him yet, engrossed as she was in a conversation with her sister Brianna, their heads next to each other.

“We didn’t,” quipped Cassie, a rueful smile on her lips as she walked over. “Didn’t know you guys would be here.”

She came to stand behind Ethan, wrapping her arms around his neck and bending down to kiss his cheek.

“Hello, Doctor Sexy,” she purred, making Ethan blush and sputter when the whiskey he had been drinking went down the wrong way.

“Stop flirting with your husband,” said Max, rolling his eyes.

“Never!” retorted Cassie, parking herself on Ethan’s lap and nuzzling his neck.

All of a sudden, the crowd cleared and there was Sienna, a smile breaking across her face when their eyes met across the room.

Tony and Bryce dragged over extra chairs and tables from wherever and soon their section of the courtyard expanded to double the size as everyone crowded in.

Unfortunately for Max, Sienna was sitting too far away for his liking; Aurora and Jackie on one side and her sister on the other. Brianna sent him a wicked, sideways grin as if sensing his frustration at being separated from his wife and taking great enjoyment from it.

He watched his friends having fun with Sienna and Cassie’s Edenbrook friends as if they’d all known each other forever. Samantha was swapping home decor tips with Kyra while Tony, Bryce and Jackie challenged each other to tequila shots.

His Wharton buddy Del asked Aurora to dance and she took his hand. Brianna chatted animatedly about food with his friend Theo, who owned a Michelin-starred restaurant in DC and was opening a second location in the French Quarter.

It was a strange meeting of their two worlds, he supposed, but it seemed to work. His friends, her friends, and now their friends.

And yet all he wanted was her.

Max craned his neck to see if he could spot Cassie, but there were too many people blocking his view. She had dragged Ethan off to the bar a few minutes ago and given the crowd they would likely be a while. Figuring it would easier to text, he pulled up her contact in his message app.

Sienna tapped her feet in tune to the music booming through the speakers overhead, listening to Raf and Elijah talk about happenings at Edenbrook. She watched Max slip out of his seat and head nonchalantly inside as if going to the men’s room rather than making his escape.

She was wondering how she would know what the signal was when Cassie rushed over.

“I love this song,” she said, pulling Sienna out of her seat. “Ethan refuses to dance, but I told him I have my fellow dolphin as a willing partner so he’s exempt.”

Sienna let Cassie drag her inside where a makeshift dance floor had been cleared out. Instead of heading in that direction, she found herself in a sea of strangers as the crowd cut her off from Cassie.

Anxious, she started to turn around and head back when someone grabbed her from behind. She almost screamed before she realized it was Max.

“The expression on your face,” he said, chuckling as he folded her in his arms and whispered in her ear. “Ready for an adventure?”

She nodded against his shoulder, raising her head to smile up at him, his lips inches from hers. He bent his head, their mouths connecting in a kiss that was meant to be light but became deeper, more carnal. They broke apart when someone bumped into him from behind.

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing her hand.

Once outside, they left the crowds behind, ducking into a near empty alley. The cool breeze blew over them, a welcome respite from the heat inside the bar and the warm bodies milling about the French Quarter.

“That feels so good,” said Sienna taking a deep breath. “I thought I was going to pass out in there from the heat.”

“We definitely don’t want a repeat of what happened the last time you were here,” said Max, leaning back against the wall. “You’ve been so tired lately, more than usual. As far as I’m concerned, this wedding can’t be over fast enough.”

“Gee, thanks,” she said, making a face and then shaking her head as he grinned to show her he was joking.

When he reached for her hand, she let him draw her in, stepping between his legs. His hands framed her face and she nuzzled her cheek against his palm.

“You know I’m excited for tomorrow, right?” he said, his tone serious in case she had doubts.

“I know,” she said with a smile of acknowledgement. “Thank god we’re already married or else the stress from an actual wedding might have turned me into Bridezella, even with our moms and Cassie doing most of the work.”

“You mean that woman obsessing over seating charts these last couple of weeks has been the regular you?” he teased, eyes widening in pretend shock.

“You’re suck a jerk!” she shoved against him as he doubled over with laughter.

His amusement was infectious and she found herself wheezing in laughter, her arms crossing her belly as they fell against each other.

Even she could admit there had been times these last few weeks when she had tried her own patience. Like him, she just wanted tomorrow over with and get back to enjoying being newlyweds.

“I believe you promised me an adventure,” she said when they managed to get themselves back under control.

“I know what I want,” he said mysteriously. “But it’s your night. Tell me what Sienna Trinh wants to do on a Friday night in the Big Easy.”

She nibbled on her lower lip as she thought about where they could go that wouldn’t be too crowded. An impossibility in New Orleans this time of year. The last thing she wanted was to go to another overheated bar and fend off drunken partygoers.

What she really wanted was some quiet time with her husband before the circus tomorrow. But how to persuade him that her idea of adventure was returning to their airconditioned suite.

“You’re overthinking it, Si,” he said, smiling gently at her. “Shall I tell you the adventure I had in mind?”

She nodded, grateful to him for taking the lead.

“It involves you, me, and our very comfortable bed back at the hotel,” he smirked. “You game?”

She laughed, not at all surprised that they were completely in sync. It had been like that between them almost from the start and she should have known he wouldn’t want to bar crawl any more than she did.

After all, that’s why they had made their escape, leaving their friends to have a good time without them.

“Lead the way, Mr. Valentine.”

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renee-writer · 7 months ago

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The Fire Chapter 13

AO3

“We have heard all about you,” The older lad, Rabbie says, “Though da assumed you were a lad.”

I giggle. “I think that is all father’s.” We have left the house. They are showing me the land.

“Da says he kenned Willie was a lad as soon as he heard mam was…” He swallows hard as he leans against the side of the huge barn.

“I am sorry for your loss,” I look out over the fields. Willie takes a stand next to me, “it isn’t easy to lose a parent. My own daddy…”

They frown at me. “Da wasn’t ?” Willie questions.

“Mama had a husband. We moved to the colonies, well she did after the Raising. Thinking Dad was dead she seeked a new start. Expecting me, she needed support. Daddy never treated me as anyone other then his own child. We lost him two years ago. It still hurts.”

“Aye, it never fully goes away. Da, he saw to me though he didn’t have too. Was under no obligation. But with mam passed and being Willie’s brother…”

“A sign of a good man.” I am pleased to hear he is all mama said and more.

“He didn’t love mama. He cared for her but never loved her. She knew. When he was away when she was carrying Willie, she would say, “He will never love me like he does Claire. Even if we marry, it will be out of honor not love.” She was alright with it though. Jamie is a gentleman, unlike my own pa.”

I am curious. “What happened to him, if you don’t mind?”

“He died as he lived in a drunken fight. Mam and I were already living here. Mistress Fraser and Mrs. Murray took me in as a stable boy after seeing the marks he left on me. Mam came as a maid.

She would never be more,” My expression must have shown my dismay for he is quick to add, “No, that was alright. She was safe. I wasn’t the only one he beat. She knew her place, you see. Your mam is the lady here. She was even when she was dead, or so we thought.

Her presence was always felt. Mrs. Murray made potions she taught her to heal the sick. Master wee Jamie and Miss Maggie spoke of her with awe. Da,” He smiles as we start to move towards the Leoch, “her name and the idea of you, they were never far from his lips.”

“Rabbie speaks truth. Da would always tell me stories of your mam, how she was such a fine healer, of her beauty, of all she did. He would speak of you, wondering who you would have been.”

It is a relief to hear. With three sons, it is nice that mama and myself weren’t forgotten.

Rabbie, once again, reads my face. “He adores you, Brianna. You will see,” He chuckles as he picks up a small stone to skip, “as well as he treated me, and I not his blood and Willie, a son but not of his love, you will hold his heart.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #the fire #chapter 13 #jamie and claire #outlander fandom #cannon divergence

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years ago

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The Understudies, Season 2, Chapter 3

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: violence

“Lila-help”

Brianna remained stopped halfway up the stairs, after having followed the women that came with the odd, yet familiar man. There was something about the interaction that she and Grace had shared with him. There was something strangely comfortable about him. So much so that she needed to investigate. She felt a tad bit nervous, as the woman looked like an older version of herself, but she followed her regardless.

She could hear the noise in the hallway at the top of the steps, and she watched as Lila grabbed the knife and made her way towards the right side of the hall. There was a loud thud, and Brianna didn’t pause. She began to worry for the man and woman that she felt drawn to. She needed to protect them in any way that she could. So, she ran straight up and looked to the right.

A boy roughly her age was fighting a grown man. The woman who looked like her was running towards them. Confusion filled her, and for a moment she didn’t know what to do, but to the left was the familiar man, the one who had run into her and Grace.

“Where are you going?” Grace asked, as she went to grasp at Brianna’s hand, “you can’t leave! Your father doesn’t want us to get separated, remember? It’s a big place and there are a lot of people around that are unfamiliar to the both of us.”

“I’m just going to see if he’s upstairs or not!”

“Brianna…he already told us that he was going to talk to some men, and you saw him going upstairs,” she reminded the younger woman, do you really think the best use of your time is snooping around in an unknown place, using a party as cover?”

“I promise I’ll be back before he gets to you!”

“People are starting to leave, Brianna…I don’t want you to get lost in the confusion.”

“I won’t, mom…I promise…”

Grace stared at her for a minute, watching her, “you know something is going on up there, don’t you?”

“It’s better if you don’t know!” she admitted nervously, “I’ll be honest, things feel off…don’t they?”

Grace nodded and pulled Brianna towards her chest, “you better come back to me…”

“I will mom…I promise.”

She’d followed the familiar man on a hunch. The main reason being that he knew their names, and they’d never said them. She knew that he had to have something to do with her father.

But she didn’t expect when she looked to the left to see him being restrained by one man and being hit by another.

“HEY!” she called out.

The two men stopped momentarily, both of whom looked at her. She glared at the two of them. Noticing that they were dressed as waiters. The one had his belt wrapped around the familiar man, while the other had been hitting him in the stomach.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to bully people?” she taunted, charging towards them. The two men turned their attention back towards Diego, and she suddenly appeared behind the one man, landing a blow to his kidney. He grunted, his grip releasing just enough so that Diego could turn him and slam him into the wall. The man that had been striking him, stopped and went to whip Brianna across the face, surprised that she’d had a similar ability to number five.

“BRIANNA!”

She disappeared, instead reappearing a second later, to the side. She kicked the man hard enough that he slipped backwards, a heavy thud resounding in the hallway as his back hit the wall.

She turned, surprised to hear him say her name.

“Who are you and how do you know mine and my mom’s names?”

Diego rushed her, all of his emotions clouding him as he caught her in his arms, his lips crashing against hers. Brianna melted into the kiss, her body nearly falling slack against his.

“Diego…” she whispered against his lips once he pulled away. Diego nodded, his hair falling into his face, while his nose brushed against hers. She whimpered against him, her heart beating wildly in her chest as memories of him came flooding back to her. She reached up, her hands cradling his face. She was shaking like a leaf, disbelief in her voice, “-I-I thought I lost you…all of you!”

“You could never lose me, Brianna…”

“The others?” she asked nervously, her eyes shooting to see Five staring down at the window towards the entrance. Her gaze shifted to the window as well, where she saw Reginald and Grace together. Grace looked worried. Her eyes went wide, “Shit. I have to go!”

“Wait!” Diego begged, “You can’t leave! We need your help!”

“I’m sorry, Diego…I-I’m so sorry!” She shook her head furiously and backed away from him, a blue light taking her as she disappeared. She shook her head to herself and stumbled around the corner of the house, rushing up to Grace and her father.

Grace cradled her against her chest, “my god…you’re a mess. What on earth happened to you? You look like you were trampled by party guests!”

“We need to leave…”

“CAR!” Reginald called, hailing Abhijat. When the car pulled up, he opened the door, ushering Grace in. But he stopped Brianna, staring her down, “something happened upstairs that caused my meeting to…disengage. That wouldn’t have anything to do with you, now would it?”

“It’s not safe here…”

“What is going on?”

“I’ll explain it when we are home, but the long and short of it is that we need to make a plan,” she said quickly, “my memories-they…came back…someone or multiple someone’s from the future came back along with me. I’m not the only one. And I think they’re here to adjust the past.”

“Were you spying on the meeting?”

“No,’ she said quickly, shaking her head, “But I know who was.”

“Get in the car,” he urged, “you’re not safe here little one. None of us are.”

She nodded, getting into the car. Right as Reginald was about to get in, someone began to yell in Greek at him. Reginald stopped, knowing that he’d only taught Brianna to quote things in Latin and Greek. His eyes snapped to hers and she inhaled.

“Reggie, what are you waiting on?” Grace asked impatiently, “we need to go.”

“Right,” he nodded, getting into the vehicle, “Abhijat…”

“Who was that?” she asked, eyeing Reginald.

“No one important,” he lied, looking back at Five through the mirror on the car. His eyes met Brianna’s and she looked away from him, “no one important at all.”

“Dad we have to talk about it.”

Reginald looked to Brianna and shook his head, “What do you mean? No, we don’t. There is nothing to talk about, Brianna.”

“First Luthor…and now Diego and Five…”

His jaw tightened, “they’re just names…they mean nothing to me. And you didn’t even remember this ‘Luthor’ when he came to us, years ago…now all of a sudden you remember them all! It seems a bit out of place to me!”

“Dad…they’re from my dreams…the bits and pieces…I didn’t remember everything, but pieces are coming back,” she admitted, “when we talked about Pogo…and mom…and how to come up with everything-“

“BRIANNA ENOUGH!” he called firmly, “look, I know you seem to think you have everything worked out in your head, but it is a farce. I feel a kinship with you, but I hardly doubt that I’d adopt over a dozen other children…that big one alone seemed like a big, whiny baby. No son of mine would be so…pathetic.”

Brianna stopped speaking and looked at the man she looked at like a father, “but it’s all coming true. Even down to the grassy knoll…why do you keep having doubts?”

“Because if what you’re saying is true…then I have failed,” he finally admitted, “if this is all true…then the Umbrella Academy, the children that I adopted will not save us. They will cause the end of the world. Brianna, you have proven of great use. You helped me advance what I wanted. We have Pogo. And Grace. Two of the best things in my life because of you! But them. They have done nothing but humiliate me and let me down as far as I can see.”

“We need to see them, dad…we need to find out what exactly it is that causes this!” she said in earnest, “because there’s a very good chance that the end followed us back…”

“So the end of the world came back with all of you?”

“Possibly…”

“Where did they find you then, little one?” he asked softly, “because we need to go back to the very beginning then.”

“I think you’re right…we need to go, dad…we need to find them.”

Chapter 4

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justreadingfics · 5 years ago

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It’s a Deal (Chapter 12)

Chapter Summary: Bucky romances the shit out of you. In his own way.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.4k

Warnings: drinking, cursing, old friends partying together, smut, semi-public sex, oral sex (f), face fucking.

A/N: I shouldn’t tease you guys as much as I do when I respond the comments, lol! Thank you so much for all the feedback, btw. Be nice to Bucky, he’s never been in love before. Thank you, @lesqui, for sparing me some time even when you have so much in your plate. Love you. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.

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*no Alpine in this particular chapter, but the art is just too amazing and fitting for the two of them in this story not to seize the opportunity to use it when the talented @muffinshark gave me permission.

The sour taste of lemon eases down the burn in your throat after the second shot of tequila of the night. Laughs and chattering sounds mingle with the beats around you in the dark place.

“So, how’s single life treating you, Y/n?” Brianna asks raising her voice to be heard, making the attention of your other friends, Maddie and Taylor, turn to you as well with expectant looks on their faces while the four of you stands around a tall and stylish table.

Since they all wanted to dance, you ended up choosing a restaurant that turned into a club later in the night. The place is a bit too fancy for your taste, but the music is good, as well as the drinks and the company.

At college, they were your little gang, but with time, as your relationship with Eddie became more and more serious, the group ended up drifting apart, shrinking the relationship into occasional text messages and even more rare encounters. Maddie is the exception, since her fiancée, David, is friends with Eddie, which led to the four of you keep hanging out as couples.

You feel guilty and stupid for letting them aside, because you missed this, so much. And so did they, for when you called them, they were all on board to start seeing each other more.

“Pretty good, actually,” you answer, taking a sip of your bottle of water. You don’t mind getting a bit tipsy that night, but you need to get an uber by yourself back home and you definitely don’t want it to escalate to you ending up drunk on a stranger’s car, “I mean, I’ve been seeing you guys more often, I’ve been reading a lot, watching all my favorite films-”

“Don’t you miss banging?” Brianna asks, frowning at you.

“Bri,” Taylor scolds, but turns her focus on you, anyway, waiting for an answer, as does Maddie.

You clear your throat, making some time before answering. You haven’t told them about Bucky… you’re not even sure why, but you suspect that it’s just because you don’t know exactly how to define him in your life. For a reason you still don’t have clear in your mind, you can’t just refer to him as a guy you had a deal with to bang, “Ahm… I’m not focusing on that right now.” You shrug, not telling a complete lie.

“Ugh, girl, you should,” Brianna grimaces, “I mean… we all know Eddie was your first and only,” She huffs, “Now that you’re out there in the world, there’s so much you could explore. I mean… so much.” She smirks.

“You better hurry up, though,” Maddie says, gulping down some water, “Eddie is determined to get back with you, he’s been talking to David a lot about it and, I mean, he proposed and all.”

The grimace on Brianna’s face twists hard, while Taylor smiles sympathetically at you.

“I know…” You sigh, looking down for a second, “I just don’t know how I feel about it.”

“You know what? It was about time that relationship of yours with Eddie to be over-“

“Alright, alright,” Taylor, ever the peacemaker intervenes, shooting a warning look at Brianna, who stays quiet but doesn’t seem too happy about it, “Enough about exes and fiancées.” Taylor looks past your shoulders and nods, just when a small smirk curls up her lips, “Look at that guy right there… a damn greek God, he would be perfect for you to explore, like Bri said.”

You chuckle lightly, not really getting as excited as you are expected to be.

While Maddie stands on her toes to look for the guy, you spot when Brianna’s face light up right before she shrieks, “Holy shit, that’s not just some hot guy, that’s The Winter Fucking Soldier.”

The air catches in your throat as your eyes widen, “Bucky?” You swiftly turn towards the direction they’re looking at. And there’s the man himself. Sipping from a glass of whiskey while listening to what one of the two girls he’s talking to is saying. Before there’s a chance of his gaze lock with yours, your face snaps forward again.

You ignore Brianna squinting at you, and bring your bottle of water to your suddenly dry lips. Seeing him there made you, all of a sudden, a nervous teenager who spots a crush at a party. You do need to figure out your damn feelings soon…

“Oh, yeah…” Maddie says, realization running over her face, “That’s him. Damn he looks good… Y/N, oh my God, do you often come across him at work?” She asks, excited curiosity on her voice.

“Sometimes, yeah…” you mumble, biting your lip, still a bit shook by his presence. Could it be just a coincidence? You remember telling him you were going out, but you don’t remember telling him where you would be…

“You’re so lucky to work there,” Taylor sighs while your mind runs at full speed, “The Avengers… holy shit, why are they all so hot? That Falcon dude…”

“What about Captain America? That ass…” Maddie says, with a dreamy tone, “And Thor… Tony Stark…the damn Hulk...”

“Bucky?” Brianna finally speaks, squinting harder at you and interrupting Maddie while she went over all the Avengers names and hotness, “Bucky? When did you two get so intimate… and why are you so flustered to see him here?” She tips her chin and waves all over you. Her eyes go bigger before she smirks, “You sneaky little I’m not focusing on sex right now bitch, you’ve been fucking him, haven’t you? You’ve been boning the Winter Soldier.”

You’re sure you look like a deer caught in headlights, because Maddie and Taylor gaping expressions now match Brianna’s. Seeing no point or really no good reason to hide the blatant truth from your friends, you allow you initial fluster to mold into a smirks, “A lot of fucking, actually,” you admit.

After the squeaky reaction, you tell them all about the deal you had with Bucky, just leaving out the part when he confessed his feelings. That’s still a sensitive topic to you and you’re not sure how much Bucky would be ok with having such an intimate situation exposed. The sex bits, though? You’re pretty sure he wouldn’t mind whatsoever.

“Oh my god,” Taylor gasps when you’re done, “I’m gonna need another shot after that.” She fans herself before calling for a waiter.

“Make it four, we’re all pretty thirsty now,” Brianna wiggles her eyebrows at you, “Holy shit, and here I was thinking our girl was moping around and drying out from the inside of that vagina out.” She scoffs to herself, ”You go, you glorious bitch.” She reaches out for a discreet high five under the table, to which you quickly respond with a laugh.

“Ahm, guys…” Maddie calls, frowning at the screen of her phone after looking up with an apologetic expression, “David just texted me. He and Eddie are at the door to come in.” She cringes.

“Oh…” You frown at the news.

“Shit…” Brianna laughs, while the waiter arrives with the trail of shots Taylor had ordered, “This sure is going to be an interesting night.” She catches two glasses from the trail, handing one directly to you.

“Maddie, did you tell David to come? Of course he would bring Eddie…” Taylor tilts her head in a chastising way while the waiter places the other two shots on the table.

“I didn’t know,” Maddie looks helpless, before turning to you, “Y/N, I swear… I can call David and tell them to go somewhere else, he will understand-“

“Shh,” you wave and shake your head at her dismissively, “Don’t worry, Mads, it’s fine.” You soothe her, “But my plans of going home sober have just gone down the drain.” You shrug, right before turning down your shot.

Grimacing at the sower taste, you glance behind your shoulder. You don’t spot Bucky there, anymore. You doubt he has left the place, but you catch yourself wishing that was the case. Eddie being there doesn’t bother you as much as the possibility of Bucky thinking you had made plans with your ex.

Damn… you really need to put your feelings in check.

“Alright,” Brianna turns down her shot and claps her hands, “Come on, let’s dance, we can fix ourselves another shot in our way,” she decides, pulling you by the hand, to which you offer no resistance.

You have no idea what Eddie or Bucky are doing there and of course it puts you off a bit, since you weren’t expecting an encounter with the two of them that night… but you know one thing, you came here to have fun and you might as well do exactly that.

While Taylor and Maddie choose to stay by the table, you and Brianna go to the dance floor. There’s a lot of dancing, drinking and laughs… so much laughing. The DJ puts on a playlist from your college decade and you two go wild with that.

“I need some water, be right back,” Brianna pants in your ear at some point, and you just nod, too involved in the music to stop dancing. This is one of the perks of staying single. You discovered a lot about you and just how much you enjoy dancing was something you’ve never been aware of yourself before.

A few minutes pass after Brianna left and you keep swaying to the music until you feel a pair of arms around your waist. A smile pops in your lips as an instant flashback surges in your mind: the first time you went out with Bucky… met his friends… danced with them until he came to get you… circling his arms around you just like that.

Chuckling, you turn around but the smiling face your gaze meets is not the one you saw back then.

It’s Eddie.

“Hi,” he greets, keeping his hands on your waist.

You sure hope the disappointment isn’t etched on your face when you greet him back with a weak but friendly enough hello. You take a step back, unraveling yourself from his hands.

“Ahm…” He clears his throat, letting his arms fall to each side of him, “I saw you dancing when I came in.” He smiles, tilting his face closer to you and speaking loudly so you can hear him, “You looked beautiful…”

At the compliment your eyes shift to the floor and, not really sure how to respond, you just let out a small and breathy laugh.

“I hope you don’t mind me being here, David called me and I… I’m not gonna lie, I really wanted to see you.” He leans even closer.

“Eddie…” you sigh, taking another step back as your eyes, almost involuntarily, roams around, trying to spot if anyone is watching you. And by anyone, your mind means Bucky. You find him. He’s up there in one of the mezzanines, engaged on a conversation with a group of people. You’re not even sure he’s seen you there. He’s not looking at you and he hasn’t come to say hello…

“Ahm,” Eddie brushes the back of his neck and your attention is on him again. He presses his lips in a tight smile before speaking again, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen the girls, I’m gonna go say hello and grab something to drink.” He nods towards the direction of the table you were with your friends before.

“Oh, ok, ahm, I’ll go with you,” you say and his whole face light up, “I need something to drink, too.”

He nods with a smile and gestures for you to lead the way.

Despite some initial wariness of Eddie’s presence among the girls, the night plays out pretty smoothly, actually. The little group you’re a part of engages in a jovial and light conversation. It seems like college all over again and it’s so much fun. You like that. Every once in a while, your gaze meets Eddie’s and, for that split of moment, it seems like nothing’s changed, but at the same time, it’s all different. Going out with your friends and having so much fun with Eddie at your side weren’t something that was a part of your relationship. But you could get used to that…

At the same time… more often than you dare to acknowledge, your gaze navigates unbidden to search for Bucky, to see what he’s doing, to check if he’s looking at you, to see if he’s still there or maybe has left… with someone else… Every single time your eyes find him, but not once he looks at you.

It makes you feel some kind of way… some longing kind of feeling.

When the shots and the water become a bit much, you excuse yourself to the ladies room, to where Taylor goes with you.

“So… it seems like you’re dealing pretty well with Eddie being here, huh?” she says, looking at you through the mirror while you both fix your lipsticks by the sink.

“Yeah…” you frown and shrug, “I’m kinda surprised to be honest. We almost never did this while we were together. I thought he didn’t like it, but maybe it was just us being too accommodated into a routine, I guess…” You look to your lips and resume to apply your lipstick.

“Yeah…” she closes her lipstick and places back in her purse, “Or he’s just making an effort to win you back…”

You sigh, watching her through the mirror, “Maybe… I don’t know…”

“What about…” she looks around the bathroom, there’s only a couple of other girls, but Taylor has always been the more discreet one, “the other guy? What’s really there? The way you talked about him, the way you looked at him… it didn’t seem like just sex to me…”

Oh… the million-dollar question. You put your lipstick away and turn to face her, “I don’t know…” You lick your lips after letting out an exhale, “He did tell me he was feeling something more,” you admit.

“Ah… I see…” She smirks. “What about you, huh?” She pulls you away from the countertop and to a small lounge area there in the restroom.

“I don’t know.” You shake your head, while a small smile curls your lip, “I mean…he’s… incredible… such a free spirit…” You grin wider as you think of him, “I had never met anyone like him before. I guess it’s impossible not to end up feeling something, but…” Your smile falters a bit, “I’m not sure how much he would be up to everything else, all the drama, I mean, that comes with a relationship… with experiencing a feeling deeper than just… sex.” You shrug and look down, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I see… but… Can I tell you something?” She asks, tilting her head.

You look up at her, nodding for her to continue.

“Don’t get me wrong but, I feel like maybe you’re feeling and thinking that way because in your relationship with Eddie, you’ve learned that love, freedom, fun… all of that couldn’t work together and… I’m not sure that’s the rule of every relationship, though. It can be light, fun, meaningful and still be a committed relationship. It sure seems like you enjoy yourself with Bucky, and that’s what really matters in the end, right? They way you feel about yourself when you’re with someone?”

You just ponder her words for a second. You’ve been thinking about it a lot… the time you spent together makes you wonder how a relationship with Bucky would play out and… it makes your heart so light and hopeful… But it doesn’t mean that it wouldn’t lead to hurt or even that you have your feelings all figured out, yet.

“Anyway…” You shake your head, “He didn’t even look at me tonight, so…maybe it was really just an infatuation all along…” You run your tongue inside your lips, trying to suppress the heaviness suddenly in your chest, “Come on, let’s not spend the night in here.” You chuckle, nodding and walking towards the way out as Taylor just eyes you but follows you nevertheless.

The sight you come across as soon as you step out of the restroom makes you stop on your track.

He’s leaning by the wall of the alleyway, both hands behind his back, one leg folded up, his foot pressed against the wall. Dark grey t-shirt and blue jeans. Short fluffy hair in a combed back style. Perfect enough to grab… just how he likes it. Plump lips shadowed by a light scruff and soft blue eyes trained on you.

Damn… He takes your breath away.

“Ahm, ok… yeah…gotta go, see you, later, Y/N.” Taylor says and swiftly leaves the scene.

All the while, you just don’t seem to be able to move your gaze away from him. When you spot the smile starting to curl his lips, you feel the tug on yours, too. And there you are, looking and smile at each other… the sounds of music and chattering muffled by the big door that separates the bathrooms area from the rest of the club.

Without uttering a word or parting his eyes from yours, Bucky extends a hand to you. An invitation…

Your gaze drops to the tempting hand, and then you glance at the door to the club. In your chest, your heart beats fast and almost louder than the music, like it’s making you notice it, telling you loudly and clearly you what it wants. When you look back at him, you have your lower lip pressed between your teeth and you step closer.

Your hands barely touch before he gently envelops yours in his. As the heat of his skin covers yours, his smile widens at you and he moves away from the wall he’s been leaning onto, moving towards the opposite direction of the music, leading you with him by his hand.

You hadn’t even seen the small black door by the end of the hallway, but he opens it and you follow him. Walking behind him, never letting go of his hand, he walks you through what seems like a storage room, until you find another door that leads you to a flight of stairs. Your breathing increases and you gulp down as you climb up the stairs with him. No questions. There’s no need.

When you get to the end of the steps, he stops in front of a two-leaf door and lets go of your hand to open it. He turns to you and, with that sweet smile of his, gestures for you step to the other side.

You breathe in the fresh outside air and step into what seems like a roof deck in construction. The sound of the door shutting behind catches your attention before you feel his heat on your back and his arms around your waist.

You lean back and your eyes flutter shut once he breathes in through your hair, making your arms go slack. Shit … you really missed him.

“It’s going to be pretty when it’s done, don’t you think?” He talks to you for the first time that night. His voice comes out in a low and raspy sound while the warmth of his breath covers your neck. Your thighs clench against one another, “I had a survey around the area once I got here and found this place. I thought it was perfect...” He whispers, tightening the hold on you.

You just let out a hum in response… The faded beats of music sound distant from where you are, but his hips start swaying, leading you with his rhythm... You sigh as a small smile pops on your lips when you cover his hands on your waist with yours.

“How’s your night so far, huh, having fun?” His low voice vibrates through the skin of your neck.

“Lots of it,” you let out a long exhale, leaning further against him.

“That’s good.” A faint of a kiss lays on your shoulder. “I saw you having fun down there with your friends…” He keeps the slow sway of his hips with yours, “So sexy, and beautiful,” he praises, and you lick your lips, “I hope you don’t mind me crashing in.”

A sharp gasp leaves your lips once he turns you around in his arms and you catch yourself by circling yours around his neck.

The intensity in his eyes is almost unbearable in a delicious way and his gaze roams around your face, carefully scrutinizing every single detail. With a will of its own, your lips part when your eyes drop to his, and next thing you see, you’re caged between him and the nearest wall.

He doesn’t relent to the silent plea in your parted lips and eyes focuses on his lips and, instead of locking them with yours like you can’t for a second deny that you want, he drags them over the bare skin of your neck up to your jaw.

“I thought that maybe I could add a little something to your night,” he whispers right above your pulsing point before his tongue darts to lick the skin there.

A wanton moan escapes you at the feeling… the sweet feeling of having him so close to you again. This time you spent apart from him… not for a second you forgot about the effect he has on your body… on you… and there he is again, turning you into putty under his touch.

“You look so sexy in this dress,” he continues and, without parting his lips from your neck, his hand skims up your bare thigh towards the hem of your dress, “Made me eager for a taste…” He whispers into your ears, turning your senses into a blurry fog when he drops on his knees in front of you.

His both hands continue their ascend on your thigh and underneath your dress when a stubborn reasonable thought slips through the cloud of your senses.

“Bucky…” You pant, looking down at him, “I don’t…”

His hands stop right before they get to your underwear, “You don’t want it?” He asks, staring up at you.

“No…I do...” you admit, completely unable to lie to him while you run a hand over your face, “Fuck, I do... I just…” You sigh, trying to organize your thoughts and words, “You said you’re…” You let out another frustrated breath by not being able to be straightforward with what you’re saying. He’s said he’s in love with you. You still don’t have a clear picture of your feelings, you’re afraid that if you go further with this, you might end up hurting him, which you absolutely do not want, “I’m still…” You shake your head, “I don’t wanna complicate things…”

“Shhhh,” he soothes, placing a long kiss on your thigh and then the other, which makes butterflies fly in your belly, before he looks up at you again, with a smile on his lips, “Don’t you worry, sweetheart… I told you before…” He brushes his hand lightly up and down your thighs, “I’m a grown ass man, I can handle my feelings…” He licks his lips and takes a piercing bite on his lower one, before aiming you a devilish dark gaze, “A grown ass man who wants a taste of that sweet pussy of yours... It’s just a taste. I missed it so bad…” he pleads, nuzzling into your mound through the fabric of your dress.

“Fuck…” your head falls back into the wall. If this is going to complicate things… you’re both adults who can deal with complications… right? You’re not that sure. All you’re sure about is the aching throb in your clit and your hands moving to lift up your dress.

Taking it as the yes that he needs, Bucky wastes no time, hastily helping you pull up the skirt of your dress up your waist. He swiftly drags the base of your underwear aside and digs in with an open mouth.

At the sensation of his wet and warm tongue on you again, shivers run up your skin to your nipples and your face contorts in a silent cry. Your hands close into tight fists, bunching tightly the fabric of your dress.

He hooks a hand under your leg and places it over his shoulder, opening you up to him and you gasp, sneaking your fingers on his hair. He laps at your clit with a furious desire that makes your thoughts faint and your eyes shut, focusing your mind solely on the delicious mouth on you and how it brings an inferno upon your core and skin. The kind of feeling that only him can bring you, making you moan like that and kicking the air out of your lungs.

Bucky lets out a hum that vibrates all through your core and your eyes snap down to see his face shoved deep into your pussy, back and forward, while he grabs your ass and presses you harder against him. It’s like he’s desperate to taste you, to feel you, to have you all over him… and, damn… that makes you feel hotter and sexier than ever.

“Fuck,” you whisper under a heavy breath and grabs his hair harder.

That’s when he moves away and rests his cheek on your thigh, seeming on a fight for air himself while his stare remains on your exposed sex right in front of him, “Damn you taste perfect,” he pants before turning his face to grab the soft flesh of your inner thigh in a piercing but delicious bite that makes you yelp, “So good,” he breathes again, before flattening his tongue and licking a long stripe of your pussy.

“Bucky…” you whisper, letting your head fall back while your knees shake.

“Fucking perfect,” he moves to bite your other thigh sharply, which draws out a breathy and delighted laugh out of that dies shortly in a gasp when his tongue comes back to lick your pussy with renewed hunger.

You breathe erratically and stars appear behind your lids, shut in a dreamy state while he devours you out. He doesn’t use his fingers… only his mouth is enough to bring you to a little paradise in a roof deck under construction in the middle of the city.

Your face snaps down at him with a glare once you can’t feel the wet and soft touch of his lips anymore. But the plea that comes out of his lips in a low and seductive tone makes it all worth it.

“Fuck my face, sweetheart…”

“What?” Your eyes widen a bit, in sheer disbelief, but with a hint of eagerness speeding up your breathing even more.

“Fuck my face,” he repeats, brushing his nose on your mound before laying a kiss on the spot, “You wanna come on my mouth don’t you? I want you to come all over my face, sweetheart, please...”

Fucking please? Does he really think he needs to beg you for that, “Oh…Yes, fuck yeah, I do.” Your voice comes out almost in a grunt.

He smirks and groans in response before digging in again and pushing your hard against his face. Propped by a frenzy that rushes up your whole body, you do exactly what he asked of you. Positioning your hands on the back of his head you grind your pussy harshly up and down against him, feeling all of his beautiful face against your dripping and sensitive flesh.

His growing beard rasps against your thighs and it only makes the sensations even more intense. You can’t hold your loud moans back, that mixes up with his muffled groans, while you properly fucks his face. It’s all too much and it’s not long before you let out a strangled cry and your whole body shivers in a potent climax while you come all over his mouth and face, just like he asked.

Bucky tightens the hold on your thigh and ass, grounding you on your spot at the same time he peppers soft kisses on your mound, thighs, pussy… Your body spasms at the feeling and the aftershocks of your pleasure, until you can’t take it anymore and gathers the strength to grab his collar and pull him up to you.

As soon as his face – glistening in your pleasure- levels yours, you steal his lips in a furious kiss. His taste is all yourself and, fuck, it drives you wild. You reach a hand down and cups his cock, moaning at feeling it hard and throbbing against your hand through his pants.

When you start gently palming it up and down, he grabs your pulse with his metal hand, stopping your moves.

Parting your lips from him, you frown, to which he answers smiling and bringing your hand to his lips, to place a kiss on it before lacing his fingers with yours and trapping your joined hands between your chests. The gesture itself is enough to make your face soften while you take in a deep breath.

“I’m gonna go home now,” he says, leisurely wiping his face with the back of his flash hand.

The frown comes back to your face, “Huh?”

He chuckles, having his face delightfully close to yours, “I’m not here to disturb you night, sweetheart. You go back and have fun with your friends, they seem great,” he brings his lips to your forehead, “You look so sexy in this dress,” he speaks with his lips on your skin, while your hands are still linked between the two of you. His flesh one, he dips beneath the hem of your dress that now has fallen over your thighs again.

You’re suddenly out of breath one more time and can’t part your eyes from him, completely in lack of words.

As for him, he skims up your thigh and leans back to look down at his hand, “You go show this whole club how beautiful and hot you are. Dance with somebody,” he suggests, nonchalantly, like he’s not just now hooking a finger under the base of your underwear that he had pushed aside, to put it back in place and cover you up.

You watch, completely entranced, while he brings his finger to his nose, his eyes fluttering shut as he sniffs and hums, before his dark blue gaze is on yours again, “Let them know how good you smell… how perfect you are.”

A strangled noise comes out of you.

He chuckles, and cups the side of your neck, placing another kiss on your forehead, “I’m getting down first, and don’t worry. I know how to be invisible… don’t wanna bring any kind of drama to your night,” he says with no sign of bitterness or anything like that on his tone.

He doesn’t mention Eddie, but you swallow dry because you know he has him in mind when he mentions “drama”.

With a smirk on his face, he winks, before locking his lips on yours in a chaste but intense kiss. Too soon he parts away, walking through the same door you two hat gotten there by, leaving you completely speechless and wrecked behind.

~~~

When you were finally out of your daze and deciding that only tomorrow you would think of the many possible consequences to what had just happened, you managed to climb down the stairs and, after a quick stopped by the bathroom to put yourself as together as one could be at that situation, you walk your stubbornly wobbly legs towards the table with your friends again.

“Where the hell were you?” Once she spots you, Maddie shouts, with no control on the volume of her voice, looking quite a bit drunk with a margarita in hands, no sign of David or Eddie around the table.

“Ahm,” you risk a glance at Taylor, who avoids looking at you and focuses on sucking her own drink from the straw, “I saw a friend from work, I went to say hello.” You clear your throat.

“Don’t you bullshit us, bitch.” This time Brianna shouts, stepping forward and pushing you on the shoulder, making you almost fall ass-first to the floor if Maddie hadn’t helped you out by grabbing your arm. “Look at you. You look thoroughly fucked. Literally.” She starts laughing loudly, as the others follow.

“Shhhh,” you shush them, holding back your own laugh, “Holy shitballs, you guys. The whole club doesn’t need to know.”

The three of them start a drunken mess of applause, cheers and shrieks at your little slip. You’re too involved with them to notice that a particular pair of ears isn’t really that far from the table and hears the whole interaction.

~~~

To be continued...

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes fanfiction #it's a deal #it's a deal chapter 12 #smut

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omerflorent · 2 years ago

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briannabrackens:

♣️

“i will not close me mout’ ya bastard.”

there came a special bond between the people of brightwater and the folks of the river; tales had it that they had migrated out of the heart of brightwater itself further north to push upon the realm of rivers. they were crass, incredibly blunt and downright rude; and yet, they held hearts of gold, and compassion came strongly to them. and still, brianna bracken had always found the florents big headed and arrogant; no doubt because they came from the reach, which was no doubt wealthier, more fertile. and the fact that their bloodline now had taken the throne of the kingdom of thorns and roses, well; it was a recipe for a head growing enormously.

“are ya talkin’ to me, mighty florent? in me own house?” she asked, blinking in his face as she looked at him take a seat; not as though she had offered him a seat. he deserved to sit in the mud outside. her voice was incessant, repeated, refusing to even allow the man to open his mouth and say anything in response to her. “ya got some nerve to be as ugly as ye are. smug face.”

lord allun florent, and now his son omer, who sounded more like his father than the man seemed to ever be ready to accept. they had spent yuletides together, along with their shared blackbar cousins; and time after time it seemed as though she had found herself on the short end of omer’s temper. though in reality, it were not as though she did not push and prod him, both as a girl and as a woman grown. upon hearing the news at fifteen that she were expected to wed omer florent, she had let out a crass laugh in the face of the man’s father himself; something that had no doubt only insulted the man further.

she resisted the urge to throw something at him; her temper no doubt rising stupidly quickly. a vase was the closest thing to her, and she found herself itching to grab hold of it. she did not.

he was a spider, she thought. and now his son was a spider, scattering back to them once his talks had collapsed because he forgot how blackwoods are. “ya came to see ronan, and ya know ronan will give ye a talking to, and let bygones be bygones, because we be kin. ‘cause he a good man.” she stood before him now, almost as though she wished to not even let him get the opportunity to look elsewhere. to not be able to hear her. she spoke directly on his head, and there was no getting rid of her unless he put his hands on her to move her out the way. and he would dare not, lest he find his iron hand thrown into the red fork.

“but we know how florents be treatin’ their kin. shown yer true colours like the spider ye are, like your bloody father too.”

she looked at him. nobody comes to see you. she couldn’t kick him as she used to when she was a girl. she was a woman grown now; she couldn’t be foolish. but oh, she wanted to give him a kicking. honestly, her pride felt utterly wounded to know the wife of omer florent had been conducting talks with ben blackwood of all people. “ya got no business being within these rooms. ya not no business, ya got no right. you know of the problems, and ya decided to do business with a blackwood. the bastard blackwood! the LYSENI blackwood!” she exclaimed, continuing to stand before him; her hands moved as her voice raised. she were shouting now, shouting directly at him.

“an’ ya think you can come to me home and talk to me like shite? fix yerself lad.”

“I am. In yer own house.”

Omer looked at her and felt such a strong frustration rising in him. This mouthy, little girl with her words and her voice and her overall obnoxious self. Brianna Bracken seemed to be plucked out of Brightwater and planted in the Riverlands. They all did for they were on their land and then branch out on their own for greener and muddier pastures. He stared at her, she was still the young girl from childhood and he would never see her as a woman grown.

“Watch yer fuckin’ mout’ when you talk about me and me family, yeah? I don’ wan’ to hear from ya about anythin’.”

The flash of anger was quick. The flash of anger was always quick. He hated when people compared him to his father, the whole of his family to his father. Stupid little girl who spent her days pretending to be a servant while the men around her died for the fucking Valyrians. Cunts.

“Now ya listen hear, I done no business with them Blackwoods and won’t. Me wife is kind and pious and she listened to his words and that creepy little cunt spoke familiar to her. I denied him as we intended from the start. Nothin, ya know nothin about politics and court. Hand of the King made a request, aye? And she were polite and then I sent him on his fuckin way.”

Now he was angry about something else entirely. He was irritated by the presumptions that came from the fucking Hand. Sick of people saying he was a boy and if not for the words of Tirius Rowan he would beaten the Blackwood man until he truly were a boy again. An annoyed huff left him as he looked at his cousin.

“Ya know we mean ya no offense. Yer me cousins. Me family. We hate Blackwoods. From the founding day to our last breath we wish misery and death. Trust me, little one, yeah? I’d never turn on me own. Me own pa tried to kill, cousin. Me own father forced me hand and made me a kinslayer…the family I have left, the ones I love and who love me the same, ya know me loyal and true.”

Omer sighed and wished he could have drink or two or six or a bottle and then another. He sighed, no. No drinking. Stay focused. Juices and milks and teas … Omer though none tasted as sweet as Honeywine Whiskey.

“Now sit yerself down, stop yer shit and catch up me. I’ve not seen ya and ya start in on me with yer muttering. Gods bless yer future husband, aye?”

#c: brianna #brianna001

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shijjii · 4 years ago

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5 alarms that woke Chad up and 1 that didn't

Pretty self explanatory, noh?

(also, Chad has three siblings, two siblings that are two years older than him (twins, Fynn and Esi) and a sister younger than him by one year only (Adia), and he has two mothers Brianna Johnsons and Aimee Danforth (Fynn, Esi and Adia are Brianna's children) wow this is a long explanation I'm so sorry, please enjoy this thing)

One; cookies and lavenders

Sophomore year was something that he was supposed to enjoy, or at least, that's what his older siblings had told him.

Chad groaned as he sat by the window and waited for someone to sit beside him. Troy was somewhere near his dad, it was Mrs. Bolton's request that her baby boy not be separated from his father while travelling, so Chad was left to his own device, sitting by himself in the bus, looking outside the window as if he's in a movie

The others were already paired off when Troy told him his mother's request, making Chad unable to ask anyone else to sit with him

"you okay there, man?" he looks up to see Zeke standing from behind him. He was paired with Jason, who was already catching his sleep. It was way too early in the morning to even be awake but he did not complain as he knew how long the trip would be

"yeah, man. Just a little bummed, I guess?" Zeke hummed, disappearing into his seat for a moment and popped up once more with a Tupperware in hand "here, help yourself with these. I-Mom made it last night for me" Chad stared at it and took the container from his teammate's hand, thanking him before settling down as the bus started to move

He was too focused eating the cookies that he didn't notice someone sitting beside him until someone elbowed him due to the fact that the person beside him was almost tangled up with his bag

"oh, sorry" Chad looks up to see Ryan Evans, adjusting his lavender newsboy cap

"ish okay" he replies, mouth filled with cookies, Ryan was almost out of the bag's grip on him but he made one mistake and all of a sudden, it seemed like he was back to square one, making him click his tongue in annoyance. Chad settled the cookies in his lap and helped the boy out of his misery

"thanks" once the bag was now on the floor, Ryan thanked him and Chad just quietly hummed as he stared at Ryan and his lavender cap and lavender pants. He looked at the container in his hands before offering some to Ryan, who smiled and took one. He thanked Chad once more before Chad decided he had enough of the cookies and rest his head on the window to catch some sleep

He woke up when something was ringing and vibrating underneath his butt, groggily looking for whatever that was, he finds a phone that was definitely not his, he turns off the alarm and looks at Ryan who was asleep, with his arms crossed and head facing up the ceiling as his newsboy cap covered his face

Chad also noticed that he was shivering slightly and took off his jacket to put it on the boy, adjusting it a couple of times so that it won't fall off, he had to tuck in some of thr fabric and smiled to himself once he was satisfied with it

looking at the phone that was in his hand, he wasn't sure where he'll put it so he puts it inside the pocket of his jacket, hoping that Ryan will notice the phone once he wakes up

Two; illegal

Chad was waiting for Taylor to finish her daily 'light' reading in the library, he didn't really have anything else to do since Troy was off canoodling with his girlfriend

he made an impatient noise once more, making Taylor put her book down "if you don't want to read then just sleep" he looks at her for some time before deciding that she was right. He can just take a nap, so he made himself comfortable and crossed his arms, tilting his head down and closing his eyes. Tuning out the quiet chatter of some students who were discussing the theory of general relativity

He was startled awake as he hears a loud ring from somewhere inside the library, Taylor was almost finished with her reading when she too, was startled by the loud ring

"what the heck" she mumbles under her breath as she looks at the source of the noise, only to see Ryan scrambling to look for his phone to turn off the alarm

He was hatless and one side of his face was red, there were outlines on that side making chad presume that the boy had fallen asleep with his head on the table

The way Ryan rubbed the sleep away from his eyes and look for his fedora that fell on the floor when he was woken up by the alarm was doing things to Chad, and he didn't mind being suddenly woken up if the view was like that

"keep staring and he might melt" Taylor smirked at Chad as she closed her book, he huffs out in annoyance "let him melt then, it's illegal to look that good when you've just woken up" Taylor lets out a breathy laugh and stand up "come on, lover boy. Gabriella just texted me, saying that Troy's looking for you"

They both make their way out of the library, completely unaware of the eyes that trailed after Chad's back

Three; dreams don't count, but if it feels real...

The face Ryan had after he saw the enormous amount of collection of DVDs in their living room was amusing and cute, he had invited the boy over to watch some recorded musicals and Ryan said he'll bring some over, not expecting to see tons of playbills and DVDs. Chad explained to him that his mothers, Aimee and Brianna were quite the theater nerds themselves

The musical that they were watching was long finished and Chad had said something about Troy that just made the blonde burst out laughing, holding his stomach with his hands as he bent over. Chad laughed along with him, but he did not let this opportunity to look at Ryan go to waste. He just stared at Ryan, laughing with him, in hopes to not get caught. The way that the sun shine on him through the window made him look like an angel

After Ryan had calmed down, Chad only noticed how close they were together. He looked at the bright cerulean eyes that seemed to shimmer as the setting sun disappeared into the horizon through the open window

Chad doesn't know who leaned in first but the next thing he knew was that Ryan's lips were on his-

RING RING RING

Chad groaned and opened his eyes. He was just having a good dream when his alarm blared out through his room

"fucking-" he sat up and annoyingly stopped the alarm on his phone. As he sat on his bed in the quiet room, he thought back to his dream and smiled as he remembers the last part before he was rudely woken up by his alarm

"Chad!" snapping out of his trance, he hears Brianna call for him for breakfast

"coming, ma!" he shouted, finally getting up and fixing his bed quickly before making his way downstairs where he hears his mothers and sistsr, singing along with a song that he knows Ryan had sung once under his breath

sitting down on the table, ignoring his family's singing, he had a smile on his lips while his thoughts were filled of Ryan's face and laugh. Ever since the baseball game, Ryan would invade Chad's head at any point in time and it would sometimes get annoying because he can't focus but honestly, it was better than anything else

"mooom, Chad is smiling creepily at the table" Chad snapped out of his trance and kicked his younger sister under the table

"mom, ma, Adia is being offensive" Adia lets out a dramatic gasp and sets her spoon down with a slight thump "what?! I'm not offensive!"

"your face is offensive!"

"alright children, settle down" Aimee said with a snort and put down the food on the table, then they discussed that next week both mothers will have to travel to Chicago to visit their older siblings

Four; let the nightmare pass

Chad asked Mrs. Darbus for a quick break time as he was tired, he was surprised that she allowed an hour of break time. He had not slept very well yesterday night as his mothers got into a car crash. They were lucky that Brianna did not have any major injury but Aimee was the unfortunate between the two mothers as she has a broken arm and a couple broken ribs

the jock lays down in between the seats at the back, not even caring if someone sees him there, he just wanted to sleep somewhere quiet and far away from people. He set a quick alarm on his phone and laid there quietly

with his eyes closed, he thought how were his mothers doing? Were his mom doing okay? Did they eat? And if so, did they eat enough? Was Adia doing okay? He was sure that she was just as sleepy as he was feeling right now but how was she feeling? Was she scared? Of course she's scared, it's their mothers

and before Chad could even worry more, his mind and body has shut down

Ryan was tasked to search for Chad as they were going to start their rehearsal again, he searched every part of the theater for him, only to see the jock laying down at the very back, in between the seats and it was pretty obvious that he was having a nightmare, with the way he was twitching, the way his face would scrunch up and the occasional whimpers that he'd let out

Chad looked very vulnerable to Ryan at that time, he heard from his mother that they shouldn't wake up a person who's having nightmares, you have to let it pass. So he gently raises Chad's head and puts him on his lap, softly pushing his curls away from his forehead and with his other hand, he held Chad's, hoping that the nightmare will go away with the soothing actions that he was doing, not even noticing that he himself was falling asleep

They were both woken up with the alarm that Chad had set, Chad felt something quickly raise his head, a small thud and a sharp intake of breath

He opened his eyes to see Ryan's eyes tightly shut, holding the back of his head with one hand, he had his lips pursed. Quickly turning off the alarm, he then focused on Ryan

"what happened?" Chad rasped out, slowly sitting up and noticed that they were holding hands. He gently squeezed it to get Ryan's attention "I was so startled by the alarm that I hit the back of my head on the chair" Chad snorted and used his free hand to gently caress the back of his head as if it will relieve the pain

Ryan subconsciously leans into Chad's hand and softly smiled at his attempt, he feels Chad's hand carefully move from the back of his head to his cheek and he finally opened his eyes to scan the jock's face "you still look tired" Chad slightly opened his mouth to say that he was fine but closed it when he realized he didn't have to hide anything from Ryan

He smiled and put his forehead on Ryan's, closing his eyes "I am. Stay here for a little while, so I can recharge and everything will be okay again" he hears the blonde hum and lay his hand on top of Chad's, sitting there in the comfortable silence between them.

Five; apologies for the intrusion

Chad slowly opens his eyes as he reached out to his phone that was ringing, he looks at the time and sees that it was nearing the time to attend the last graduation party. They've already graduated and Troy was hosting one last party for their batch before they all go their own ways

Before Chad could even think of sleeping more, a message from Troy came in then suddenly his phone rang with Ryan's name

he dismissed the text message and quickly answered the call "what's up?"

"I had a feeling that you're going to sleep more so I've taken the liberty to come to your house right now and give you a ride to the Bolton's"

"what?" Chad sat up and made his way to his door but then he hears Ryan knock the same time someone knocked on their door

"Coming!" he hears his ma, Brianna, shout and walk to the front door

"wait, ma!-" too late, Brianna had already opened the door, looking at Ryan who was smiling brightly at her, phone still up to his ear

"oh!" Ryan's smile turned into a grin, he did a curtsy and said in his most posh accent

"Apologies for the intrusion, Madame. I'm Ryan Evans, I'm here to take lord Chad to lord Troy's party" Chad groaned as he ended the call and made his way down, he sees Ryan's amused expression, he was assuming that his hair was a mess and he did not care one bit that Ryan saw him like this if he get to see that amused cheshire smile on the blonde's face

"so this is Ryan Evans?" Brianna asked, smiling at the blonde who was standing by the door

"yes, ma. This is Ryan" Brianna opened her arms and hugged the boy, thoroughly surprising him "I've heard so much about you! Come in, come in" she ushers the blonde inside their home, Ryan regained his composure and followed Brianna inside

"Aimee can't greet you since she's resting right now"

"that is completely fine by me, I'm the guest and unannounced too, you don't have to inconvenience yourself because of me" Brianna chuckles "I like him" she points at Ryan and grins at Chad who was rubbing his face

"alright, you two go and get to know each other. I'll just get ready" he mumbles under his breath, waving his hand and not even looking at the two who was beaming at him as he make his way back upstairs

As he goes back downstairs, fresh out of the shower with a new set of clothes, he sees Ryan and Brianna talking about musicals and theater, quietly leaning on the wall as he observed the two talk in a quick manner. Chad just can never get enough of Ryan

Ryan finally notices him and stopped, smiling at Chad "you ready?" Chad nodded, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek and bid her goodbye

"take care of my son" Brianna says and waves them goodbye as Chad and Ryan get into the blue convertible

"so what did you two talk about?" Ryan chuckled under his breath, as he put up the hood of the car and closed the windows as it looked like it was about to rain "you ask as if you didn't listen in our conversation"

"yeah, but I wanna hear you talk. More so, I want to hear you talk about it because I know you two talked about musicals and that makes you excited" he sees as the tips of Ryan's ears turn red and started to talk about what he and Brianna discussed. He liked making Ryan blush, he liked it more when he sees him excited over something and happy

Ryan finally parked near by the Boltons and looked at Chad who was staring at him with love and adoration, there was a soft smile on his lips as he raise an eyebrow at the thespian

"nothing" Ryan said as he shook his head, answering the unspoken question

"sure?" Chad asked, Ryan hummed in response, there was a long comfortable silence between them, they were just staring at each other as if it was a competition but then Ryan made the mistake of looking at Chad's lips, and all of a sudden he leaned it. When he realized midway that he was going in for a kiss that may or may not destroy his friendship with someone he really got along so well, he decided to kiss Chad on the cheek

"you missed" the jock said, he managed to sound teasingly and breathless at the same time and that did things to Ryan

"did I? Where should I have kissed you?" he smirked at him, both eyes were challenging each other

"here" Chad whispered and leaned in, giving Ryan a kiss on the lips. They both sigh in relief, Ryan's hands snake up to Chad's arm, gently squeezing it, slightly opening his mouth, kissing Chad Danforth was not something he expected to be doing but his whole body felt like it was on fire and Ryan deepened their kiss more, making Chad groan

Before they can even do anything else, someone knocks on the window of the car making the two slightly part away from each other and Ryan click his tongue in annoyance

"later?" Chad asked, not really letting go of Ryan

"later" Ryan smiled and gave him a quick kiss before they made their way out of the car to greet Sharpay (she's the one who knocked on the window) and Zeke

+One; my knight

there was a ringing in the room, making him sigh and quickly turn off the alarm. Finally opening his eyes, he scanned the room that he has been sleeping in for the past six years. His eyes landed on the body that laid beside him, breathing slowed and relaxed, lips slightly agape and both their hands were intertwined. The two golden bands on their ring fingers glinted in the morning sun that was peaking through their curtains

Ryan smiled as he caressed Chad's cheek and sat up so he can become more awake. He remembers the day that Chad gave him a promise ring back in 2012, doing a wedding vow because they knew it wasn't legal to get married yet, and when they both proposed to each other back in 2015 when same sex marriage was finally legalized then got married in 2016, Ryan thought that getting into Juilliard was a happiness that cannot be replaced by any other, but now, with his memories with Chad, waking up beside him, were memories that Ryan will never get tired of.

Chad groans and snuggles closer to Ryan's body warmth, he can't believe that this man has stayed with him for thirteen years and that they're married for six years now.

the door of their room slowly opens and two children popped their heads in, Amara and Aidan Danforth-Evans blinked at Ryan in surprise. Clearly not expecting for their father to be already awake

Ryan smiled at them and motioned for them to come into the bed with him and Chad

Aidan quietly moved but Amara had different plans as she ran and jumped on Chad's sleeping figure, making both Aidan and Ryan snort

Chad made a sound as if he was dying "oh nooo, the horrible horrible monster has me! My knight, save me" Chad rasped, reaching out to Ryan

"you can save yourself"

"hey!" they all laugh at their antics, Chad maneuvers himself and had Amara up on his shoulder as he stood up from the bed

Aidan was now trying to save his twin sister from the horrible dragon as Ryan just watched them from the bed. If someone asked him thirteen years ago where he sees himself in the future, he'll probably say that he'll be alone and happy, dedicating his time and life to work

If someone told him that he'd get to marry his long time crush, Chad Danforth and get to take care of two adorable little monkeys, he'd probably laugh at them and tell them they were crazy

But looking at the scene that was unfolding in front of him, the way Chad slowly went down to the ground with equal amounts of drama, and the twins laughing at him, Ryan would not trade this for anything in the world. It was not something he had foreseen in his teenage years but it was definitely better than anything

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