#I feel like i got harrisons last name wrong

[floydsteeth]

I look at harry and think prerry the platypus

[cheynovak]

When we were young - Part 2

Ben (Soldier Boy) Harrison x F/Reader Y/N            

Contains/warnings: 18+, Smut, angst, fluff, hurt, Childhood/ family trauma, puberty, losing virginity, time jump ...  

Side note: English isn’t my first language     

Words:   5500

Part 2 out of 3

*Does not follow the boys storyline – Set in a time period where Ben was not yet a supe. Since we don’t know his last name, I came up with Harrison for this story.*  

 

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Y/N is a young girl who works with her mother as a maid in the household of Mr. Harrison and his son Ben. Since Ben was mostly in boarding school and Y/N till this summer in a normal school, they didn’t know each other very well.  

This summer it all changed, Y/N had to help her mother financially and Mr. Harrison was so kind to let her work with her mom in his house. That’s when she met Ben, his son who was only a year older than her.   

Soon the kids became best friends... but is that all there is? Friendship?  

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Ben got home yesterday, he got kicked out of boarding school and since he was almost an adult it was difficult for his father to find a school that was willing to take him in. He talked to me about Ben every night.  

Asking me what I thought about him being so disobedient, it was hard for me to answer that, since I saw only the pain and suffering. But I stayed polite like my mom thought me, said I can’t interfere in those matters or gave him a soft smile. 

This morning Ben walked in the kitchen while I was washing the dishes from breakfast, but the second he saw me, he turned around. I couldn’t stand this anymore and ran after him. ”Ben, Ben, Ben!”  

He stopped in his tracks. ”What?” he asked not looking at me.”What’s wrong?” I asked. I saw his foot tapping the floor. He was either nervous or furious. “Did I do something wrong?” I could feel the tears prickling behind my eyes. 

“No.” He answered sharp. “Then what is it?” I pushed. He didn’t answer and walked upstairs. Mr. Harrison saw how his son reacted. ”Benjamin! When a woman asks you something you answer!” He turned to me “See what I mean, I send that boy to the best schools and still he has no manners, don’t take it personally Y/N.”  

He placed his hand on my shoulder, it was weird, he never touched me before, and unlike the touch was supposed to feel, secure a token of care, it felt cold. I smiled politely but the second he walked in a room I ran upstairs.  

As I rushed upstairs, frustration and confusion bubbling within me, I found Ben in his room. Without hesitation, I demanded to know why he had been ignoring me this past year. His reaction was unexpected and defensive, his eyes avoiding mine as he refused to give me a straight answer.  

"Ben, why have you been avoiding me?" I pressed, my voice tinged with hurt. He shifted uncomfortably, his hands fidgeting with something on his desk. When I asked if it was because of a new girlfriend, his reaction was sudden and sharp.  

He snapped at me, his tone cutting through the air with an edge of anger. "Don't be so demanding of my attention, Y/N," he retorted, his voice tinged with frustration. "I have other things going on in my life than to write fucking letters!" 

"Beside it seems that my dad gives you all the attention you need!" His father? I had no idea what he meant by that. "Y-your dad? He has been kind since my mom died Ben, that's it."

"Good for you princess, I'm glad he at least gave a shit about one of us when their mother died!"

His words stung, leaving me speechless and wounded. The sudden change in his demeanour baffled me, and I struggled to comprehend why he was pushing me away like this. Had our friendship meant so little to him after all?  

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stood there, grappling with a mixture of emotions, hurt, confusion, and a growing sense of betrayal. I had always thought Ben and I could talk about anything, share our worries and joys without fear of judgment or rejection.  

But now, faced with his cold dismissal, I felt a rift forming between us. His unwillingness to explain himself left me with more questions than answers, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted irreparably in our friendship. 

"I-I refuse to believe that is the only reason why you are so hard on me. We barely talk when your home, you never write to me anymore, you don't even look me in the eyes."

As I stood there, hurt and bewildered by Ben's sudden distance and defensive reaction, I couldn't hold back the pain that was welling up inside me. "Ben, I miss my best friend," I pleaded, my voice wavering with emotion. "You used to tell me everything, and I would never judge you."  

His response was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. "I can't tell you everything, Y/N," he snapped, his frustration palpable. "Not anymore." His words struck me like a blow. I couldn't understand why he was shutting me out, why he had suddenly become so guarded. 

The distance between us felt like a chasm widening with each passing moment, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing the closeness we had once shared. I left his room tears now streaming down my cheeks.  

After an hour I heard a soft knock on my door. The door opened slightly and I saw his perfect green eyes looking at me. “Can I come in?” " Only if you talk to me.” He did so I asked again. “What's going on?"  

He hesitated, his expression conflicted. For a moment, I thought he might relent, might open up to me like he used to. But then, with a bitter edge to his voice, he uttered words that shattered my heart.  

"I had sex..." he confessed, "With who? Do you have a new girl?" I asked clearly upset. “With a prostitute... multiple prostitutes... and eh girlfriends... over the last year.” his voice laced with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability.

He must have seen the shock on my face. "There, see I can't tell you everything. But now you know like you wanted, and you're disgusted with me. "  

I was stunned into silence, the weight of his confession sinking in. Shock, disbelief, and a sense of loss washed over me in waves. I struggled to find words, to make sense of the revelation and the rift it had created between us.  

Ben's words echoed in my mind, a painful reminder of how much had changed between us. His words hung in the air, heavy with finality and a bitter sense of resignation. As he voiced his belief that it was best not to be friends anymore, a wave of numbness washed over me. 

Masking the hurt and confusion that threatened to overwhelm. I tried to brush off his confession, to pretend like it was nothing,” What, why not? B-because you had intercourse. T-that's ok, that’s eh, fine I don’t care.”  

But Ben saw right through my facade. His gaze bore into mine, searching for a connection that felt increasingly elusive. "We've both grown up and changed," Ben continued, his voice tinged with sadness. "Maybe it's time to accept that things aren't the same anymore."  

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, our friendship, once a cornerstone of my life, was slipping away. I wanted to argue, to plead with him to reconsider, but the words caught in my throat.  

The truth was painfully clear: we had drifted apart. The innocence of childhood had given way to the complexities of adolescence. With a heavy heart, I nodded slowly, unable to summon the strength to fight against the inevitable.  

"I understand," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. "I guess... maybe you're right." Ben's expression softened briefly, a flicker of regret passing through his eyes. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.  

The next few days my teary eyes did not go unnoticed by Mr. Harrison. Concern etched his face as he approached me, his instincts urging him to rush to his son to teach him a lesson. But before he could, I stopped him gently, my voice wavering.

"It's not Ben's fault," I managed, trying to compose myself. Mr. Harrison, sensing my turmoil, pulled me in a comforting embrace. His arms provided a momentary refuge from the storm of emotions swirling inside me.  

Confusion mingled with gratitude as I accepted the unexpected gesture of solace. The warmth of his care offered a fleeting sense of security amidst the uncertainty of my friendship with Ben.  

But for the moment his tenderness towards me felt like a warm welcome to ease my pain, so I placed my head against his shoulder. When I closed my eyes I could pretend it was Ben who held me instead of this stone cold man.

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Ben’s POV:  

As Ben stood at the top of the stairs, watching his father comfort her in a gesture that stirred a tumult of emotions within him, he felt a confusing mix of anger, upset, and an unexpected pang of jealousy.  

Seeing her in his father's embrace, seeking solace that Ben himself couldn't provide, knowing his father he never did anything without meaning.

Seeing how his hand caressed her back, how she melted away in his embrace, her head against his shoulder and her eyes closed.

Turning away abruptly, Ben retreated to the solitude of the night. The cool breeze of the garden offered clarity. Trying to understand why he gave her so much warmth.

And then it hit him, she is nice, sweet, caring, honest and beautiful. Just like his mother was. His father must have seen something in her that remembers him of her. Especially now since Y/N no longer looked like a young girl but morphed into a woman.

Under the soft glow of the moon, he wandered aimlessly, trying to make sense of the turmoil within him. He passed by Y/N's window, noticing her lights still on and the faint movements inside the room.  

Curiosity and a longing he couldn't quite define drew him closer, despite the inner conflict raging within him. Standing outside her window, hidden in the shadows of a tree, Ben observed Y/N. She appeared changing her clothes, her expression unreadable as she moved around in the room.  

Ben stood there, frozen, his imagination no longer able to hold back, he longed to be with her, wanting to see what was under those new clothes his father had bought her. Wanting to feel her skin underneath his fingertips, to explore the new curves she developed during this year.  

Curious if making love with Y/N would feel the same, no it had to be different, better. He’d make sure she felt satisfied. While his mind played tricks on him, while he watched the shadow of her move around.  

For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of whether to announce his presence or slip away unnoticed. The sight of Y/N, illuminated by the gentle glow of her lamp, tugged at Ben's heartstrings.  

A part of him yearned to reach out, yet, another part hesitated, weighed down by pride and unresolved emotions. In the quiet of the night, beneath the watchful stars, Ben wrestled with his conflicted feelings. He knew deep down that he couldn't let their friendship slip away without a fight.  

As Ben stood outside Y/N's door, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and determination, he took a deep breath before knocking softly. Moments later, Y/N opened the door, a hint of surprise crossing her face as she hastily covered herself while wearing a new nightgown, the fabric rich and unfamiliar to Ben.  

His eyes widened in shock at the sight of her. The nightgown, another gift from his father, draped over Y/N's figure, transforming her from the familiar young girl he had known into a vision of maturity and elegance. Showing more of her skin of her than he had ever seen before.  

The realization hit him like a wave, Y/N was no longer the girl he once saw as his childhood friend; she had grown into a woman before his eyes. Y/N hesitated for a moment before stepping aside to let him in, a silent invitation that spoke volumes.  

Ben entered tentatively, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken words and the weight of recent events. "I... I'm sorry," Ben murmured, his voice tinged with regret as he struggled to find the right words. 

"For everything. For pushing you away, for not being there when you needed me. I mean, your mother died, a-and I turned into an asshole. Blaming you for my fathers mistakes. I should have been glad he at least tried to show compassion for you."

His apology hung in the air, filled with the sincerity of someone who had come to terms with his mistakes.  

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Y/N's POV

He met my gaze, searching for forgiveness and hoping against hope that their friendship could be salvaged despite the rift that had formed between us. After a long moment, I finally nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. 

"I appreciate that, Ben," I replied softly, my voice carrying a mix of understanding and relief. "I missed you." Ben's heart soared at her words, a flicker of hope igniting within him. "I missed you too, Y/N," he admitted earnestly, the weight of their shared history flooding back. 

"Can we... can we try to fix things? Start over?" I hesitated briefly before nodding again, but I couldn’t hold back a smile. As I settled onto the bed, the familiar comfort of our shared space enveloped us, easing some of the tension that lingered between us.  

As Ben and I started to talk and laugh like we used to, the inner child came back up. Ben mocked his father’s sense of fashion, draping a satin robe with flowers over his shoulders, while he danced to the and talked about all the bars he had been at night, while I giggled and watch him from my bed.

After a short silence, I couldn’t help but to wonder, so I asked. 

“How was it... your first time?” my question hung in the air, delicate yet laden with curiosity and a desire for openness. Ben hesitated, his gaze shifting momentarily as he grappled with the vulnerability of the topic.  

He knew me well enough to sense my sincerity, my genuine interest in understanding his experiences, despite the awkwardness of the subject. He took a seat next to me on the bed. "It was..." Ben started slowly, his voice low and hesitant.  

"It was strange, honestly. I wasn't expecting it to happen, not like that." He glanced at me, gauging my reaction carefully. There was no judgment from me, only a quiet patience and acceptance that encouraged him to continue.  

"It wasn't what I thought it would be," he admitted, his words tinged with a mixture of embarrassment and relief at being able to share his thoughts with me. "I felt... I don't know, like I was just going through the motions. It didn't feel right but then again, it's a really, really addicted feeling."  

I nodded empathetically, listening to every word, my expression softening with understanding. "I'm sorry it wasn't what you hoped for," I murmured sincerely sighed, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he opened up to me. My compassion and non-judgmental demeanour offered him a sense of relief he hadn't realized he needed.  

As I listened to Ben describe his longing for a meaningful connection filled with love and passion, my heart raced with a mixture of emotions. His words echoed my own desires, resonating deeply within me, and for a moment, I dared to hope that perhaps we shared more than just friendship.  

"You wanted love and passion," I murmured softly, searching his eyes for confirmation. "Like... like something real." Ben nodded, his expression vulnerable as he spoke. "Yeah," he replied quietly. "I wanted it to be... special, you know? Not just a quick fuck in a bar with a hooker."  

But then, Ben's next words tempered my excitement, casting a shadow of doubt over our shared moment of connection. "But I don't think that is posibble," he continued, his voice tinged with resignation.  

"The girl I want... she probably doesn't want me, not after all my mistakes." Confusion and disappointment warred within me as I processed his confession. Was he talking about someone else, or could it be... me?  

I wanted to ask, to seek clarity in his words, but fear held me back. Fear of ruining the fragile balance we had just found, fear of discovering that I might not be the one he longed for after all. "Why do you say that?" I finally managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Uncertainty coloured my words, a mix of hope and trepidation clouding my thoughts. Ben sighed, his gaze dropping momentarily before meeting mine again. "I don't know," he admitted softly.  

"I guess... I'm just not sure if she sees me the way I see her. "His vulnerability touched me deeply, and I struggled to find the right words to ease his doubts. "Maybe she does," I offered tentatively, my heart pounding with the weight of unspoken feelings.  

"Maybe she's just waiting for you to tell her how you feel." Ben's lips curved into a small, rueful smile. "Maybe," he murmured, his tone laced with uncertainty. "But what if she doesn't? What if I ruin everything?"  

I shook my head gently, reaching out to grasp his hand in mine. "You won't know unless you try," I replied earnestly, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my stomach. "And... and if she's worth it, she'll understand." 

He stayed quiet for a while, making it very clear to me he wasn’t talking about me, so to ease the awkward situation I ask him. 

"What is she like?" curiosity tinged with a growing sense of unease. Ben's expression softened, a small smile playing on his lips as he began to describe her. "Well," he started slowly, his voice gentle yet filled with conviction, "she's kind, caring, always there when I need her. She's smart, funny, and she has this way of making everything better just by being around."  

As Ben spoke, my heart skipped a beat. "She's beautiful," Ben continued softly, his gaze lingering on mine. "Not just on the outside, but inside too. She has this... this warmth about her that draws people in."  

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. Beautiful, of course... why did I even thought it was me. "Is that... how she makes you feel?" I ventured, my voice barely above a whisper, afraid yet desperate yet trying to be a good friend.  

Ben's eyes softened further, a fondness shining through as he met my gaze with sincerity. "She makes me feel alive," he confessed quietly. "Happy, understood, like I can be myself without fear of judgment. She's... she's everything to me."  

Silence hung between us, heavy with unspoken words and the raw intensity of our shared revelation. "She sounds... amazing." I smile shyly. Without a word, Ben moved closer, his gaze never leaving mine. “You are.”  

I felt my heart pounding, a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation coursing through me. He leaned in, and before I could fully process what was happening, his lips met mine in a gentle, tentative kiss.  

The world seemed to stand still in that moment. The warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips, and the electricity that passed between us all combined into a sensation that was both overwhelming and incredibly right.  

It was as if everything we had ever shared, every moment of our friendship, had been leading up to this. For a second, I was too stunned to react, but then I melted into the kiss, my arms wrapping around him instinctively, pulling him closer.  

Ben's hands gently cupped my face, holding me close as the kiss deepened, filled with emotions we had both kept hidden for so long. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," Ben whispered, his voice husky with emotion. 

I opened my eyes, staring into his perfect green ones. Instinctively I pulled him closed, asking for another kiss, but he held back."Y/N I need to tell you something." I looked confused. "I eh, enlisted in the army, I'm leaving tomorrow."

My heart dropped, just when he confessed his love for me, like I dreamed of since I was a kid, just when I had him back after a year of silence and heartbreaks and now I'm losing him again.

But all I could do was nod and pull him closer, no longer wanting to waste our time talking, but needing to feel him closer. Ben answers me with a heart stopping kiss filled with passion I didn’t even knew excited.  

As our lips were locked on each other’s, his hands started to wander over my nightgown. His hand wandered gently over my back, a shiver of excitement coursed through me. His touch was tentative, yet it sent waves of warmth and anticipation throughout my body.  

The intimacy of the moment was electric, charged with a mixture of newfound desire and the deep bond we shared. His fingers traced light patterns along my spine, and I felt myself leaning closer, drawn to him in a way that felt both thrilling and natural.  

Each brush of his hand seemed to ignite a spark, heightening the intensity of our connection. His lips moved to my neck. "Ben," I whispered breathless, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I could feel his breath against my skin, his presence overwhelming in the most wonderful way. 

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. I nodded, a smile tugging at my lips. "Yes," I replied, my heart racing. With that simple affirmation, the barriers between us seemed to dissolve entirely.  

Ben's hand continued its gentle exploration, his touch growing bolder as our mutual desire became more evident. The sensation was exhilarating, a heady mix of anticipation and the deep emotional connection we had built over the years.  

As we held each other close, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in this intimate, shared moment. His hands were gentle yet assured, exploring the curve of my back and the line of my waist. 

I found myself leaning into him, craving more of the sensations he was awakening within me. Our breathing became synchronized, heavy with unspoken emotions and a shared desire that had finally found its voice. 

The movements became more fluid, more natural, as we let ourselves get lost in the moment. I could feel Ben's heartbeat against my chest as he cover my body with his, his breath rapid and strong, mirroring my own. "Y/N," Ben whispered, his voice husky with emotion.  

"Tell me when to stop." His words hung in the air, a mix of desire and concern. My heart raced, the excitement of the moment making my pulse quicken. I looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his feelings mirrored in his gaze.  

"I trust you, Ben," I whispered back, my voice trembling slightly. "But I'll tell you if I need to." Ben nodded, his expression softening with understanding and respect. He leaned in, capturing my lips in another kiss that was both tender and passionate.  

His hands continued their exploration, moving over my breasts, kneading over the very light fabric. a soft shaky breath left my lips. "Is this okay?" Ben asked softly, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. "Yes," I replied, my voice filled with sincerity. "More than okay."  

As Ben's lips moved to my neck once more, a soft moan escaped my lips, unbidden and filled with the raw intensity of the moment. His kisses were gentle yet electrifying, each touch sending waves of sensation through my body.  

I tilted my head slightly, giving him better access, my fingers tangling in his hair. Wanting to pull him closer.

The warmth of his touch and the intoxicating feeling of his lips on my skin. I felt his hands trace a path along my sides, his touch both tender and filled with a growing sense of urgency.  

Each kiss, each caress, seemed to feed a fire. “Oh Ben," I moaned, my voice breathless and filled with a mix of desire and nervous anticipation. He paused, lifting his head to meet my gaze, his eyes dark with emotion.  

"Too much?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. I shook my head slightly, a small smile tugging at my lips. "No," I replied softly. "It's perfect. Don't stop." A smile playing at the corners of his mouth.  

As Ben’s hand travelled down my waist to my thighs, a mix of excitement and uncertainty washed over me. I instinctively held him back, my fingers gripping his wrist gently.  

Ben paused immediately, looking up at me with concern and respect in his eyes. "I'm sorry, it's ok. " I mumbled before letting go of his wrist. “Are you sure, I can stop if you want.” he asked again, very softly, his voice filled with genuine care and hesitation.  

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I could see the need and longing in his eyes, a reflection of my own desires. After a moment's contemplation, I nodded, giving him a small, reassuring smile.  

“I’m sure,” I whispered, letting go of his wrist and allowing his hand to continue its journey. Ben’s touch was gentle and patient, his fingers tracing a path down to my thighs. He moved slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, ensuring I was comfortable and at ease with every step. 

As Ben's hand moved between my legs, a surge of raw need coursed through me. His fingers brushed against me before he moved the fabric of my panties aside I gasped softly, the sensation both overwhelming and deeply intimate.  

I gripped his biceps as I felt him moving slowly inside me. Unable to understand the feeling that washed over me. I only knew I needed more of this. "Y/N," Ben whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Are you okay?"  

I nodded, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions I was experiencing. Instead, I reached out, pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Yes," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I need you like this." 

With that admission, something shifted between us. Ben's touch grew bolder, more assured, as he responded to my need with a fervour that matched my own. His fingers moved with a skilful precision, eliciting soft moans from my lips as he explored this new and intimate territory. 

As the sensations intensified, I felt myself reaching a feeling I had never experienced before. My body responded instinctively to Ben's touch, arching towards him, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving me.  

The intimacy of the moment was almost overwhelming, but it was also the most exhilarating experience of my life. "Ben," I gasped, my voice filled with a mix of urgency and gratitude. He looked at me, his eyes dark with emotion, and I knew he knew how I felt.  

"I'm here," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my heightened senses. "I've got you, let go, it's ok." As Ben continued to move between my legs, I surrendered to the sensations, allowing myself to be completely and utterly present in this shared experience.  

My first orgasm felt out of this world, not really understanding what happened to me, but loving the fact Ben shared it with me. 

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Ben’s POV 

As I felt Y/N's body respond to my touch, her soft moans and whispered breaths filling the room, I was overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Her need mirrored my own, a raw and unspoken desire that had been building for years.  

"Ben," she gasped, her voice filled with urgency and something deeper, an invitation, a plea for more. I looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. Instead, I found a reflection of my own longing, her gaze filled with trust and a need that matched my own. 

"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice husky with emotion, my heart pounding in my chest. Her nod was small but resolute, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling but firm.  

"I want all of you, tonight." The weight of her words hit me like a tidal wave, a mix of exhilaration and responsibility. I wanted nothing more than to give her everything she asked for, to make this moment as perfect as possible.  

I leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both passionate and filled with the depth of my feelings for her. As our kiss deepened, my hands moved over her body, exploring every curve and contour.  

Her responses, the way she arched towards me, the soft sounds she made, only fuelled my desire. I wanted to memorize every detail, to etch this moment into my memory forever. Her eyes shone with emotion, and she pulled me closer, her fingers tangling in my hair. 

With a sense of reverence, I began to undress her, my movements slow and deliberate, wanting to save every moment. She did the same, her hands trembling slightly as she helped remove my clothes.

The vulnerability of the moment was palpable, but it was also incredibly beautiful. When we were finally skin to skin, I paused, taking in the sight of her, the way the soft light played over her body, highlighting every curve.  

She was breathtaking, and I felt a surge of gratitude and awe that this incredible person wanted me as much as I wanted her. "You're beautiful," I whispered, my voice filled with awe.  

She blushed, a shy smile playing at her lips, and in that moment, I knew there was no going back. As I deepened out, the sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a deep, abiding connection that went beyond the physical.  

Every movement, every touch, was filled with love and a sense of unity that I had never experienced before. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, she felt differently than my pervious experiences, better, softer, warmer.

And as we moved together, I could feel Y/N's body responding to every touch, every kiss, the tension building in her with each passing moment.  

Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, and her fingers gripped my shoulders, her nails digging in just slightly as the intensity of the moment grew. "Ben," she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of urgency and need. I could see the anticipation in her eyes, a beautiful blend of vulnerability and desire.  

I kissed her deeply, feeling the connection between us strengthen, our movements becoming more synchronized, more fluid. When she reached her peak again, it was like watching a wave crest and crash, her entire body tensing for a moment before releasing in a shuddering, blissful wave of pleasure.  

Her back arched, pressing her body against mine, and a soft, breathless moan escaped her lips, a sound filled with pure ecstasy. Her eyes closed, her lips parted as she rode the waves of her climax, her fingers tightening their grip on my shoulders.  

I could feel the tremors running through her, the way her body pulsed with each surge of pleasure, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed. As the intensity of her orgasm began to subside, her body relaxed, melting into mine.  

Her breaths came in soft, uneven gasps, and she opened her eyes to look at me, a radiant smile playing at her lips. "That was..." she began, her voice trailing off, unable to find the words to describe the overwhelming sensation. "Good" I replied softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my heart swelling with love and admiration for her.  

"I felt it too." Ben rolled beside her, but she knew he wasn't satisfied like she was, not yet. His eyes didn't have the same spark she had, instinctively she straddled him. Ben saw her fully naked body on top of him, admiring her while she moved.  

Her hands pressed down on his chest while she moved. His hands helped her, guiding her. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surrendered to the intense sensations coursing through him. When he finally reached his peak, it was a release of pent-up passion and love.  

He felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, his body trembling with the intensity of his climax.

It wasn't just physical pleasure; it was a deep emotional connection with Y/N that heightened the experience to a profound level. He held her in his arms, He pressed kisses to her forehead. 

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Many years later 

As Ben stood in the vault he had in his room at Vought, he was reading an old diary, with a handwriting he could recognise out of a thousand different ones.  

“I never felt more alive than that night. Ben and I made love, real love. He made me a woman that night. I will never stop loving him. I knew he would leave in the morning, but our connection was made, built to survive anything. Even the war.”  

His lips trembled moving to the last page of the journal.  

“Ben was supposed to come home today, home from war. I guess his plans got delayed. He believes this will make his dad proud, I wished he was satisfied with the idea of me being proud of him for who he is.  

But I accepted it, knowing he will return, and we can finally start our life together outside of the shadows of this cold house like we talked about that night while he held me in his arms. 

He hasn’t written as much as he used to, but I know he is working hard and I'm proud! I just hope he’ll be home soon, so I can hold him in my arms all night.”   

He could see how the rest of the journal was empty, ripped out. But he didn’t need to read to know what followed.

He never returned home to her. He failed her.

“What are you reading?” Ben rolled his eyes, sighing, hearing that woman’s voice. He turned to Countess. “None of your business.” He answered putting the diary back with the other artefacts he placed there. But Crimson Countess didn’t give up so easily.  

“Come on babe, show me?” When she wanted to reach for the journal, he grabbed her wrist hurtful tight. “What part of not your business don’t you understand?” Ben growled. “If you ever touch any of this stuff, I'll fucking kill you, understood?”  

All she could do was nod. “Now, why are you here?” She looked in his eyes seeing nothing but blank hatred, knowing this only made him more dangerous, “Edgar, he’s waiting for you to start the meeting.”

With a low growl he left the safe and walked with her to the conference room. While walking down the hall he couldn’t help but feel that part of him, part of his being, and his heart was locked away.

Locked away in that safe, together with what little he had left of Y/N.  

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Ellis Twilight Main Story: Chapter 1

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[ Ellis POV ]

— What is happiness?

The moment I burned that image into my eyes, it changed like the colours of the sky at twilight.

Even though it left a deep impression in my heart that would stay forever, I can never get the exact same feeling ever again.

Time, stop.

So that this happiness will never fade.

…

[Kate POV]

(Starting from today, I’ll be under the surveillance of “Crown”, a group of assassins who conquer evil with evil.)

(My job as a “fairytale keeper” is to document their sins— this is my only lifeline.)

I tidied myself up in front of the mirror and gave myself another encouraging pep talk.

(It honestly scares me to think I’ll have to watch them “sin” again, but…)

(So far, I’ve had my fair share of harsh situations; from handling customer complaints at the post office, to making deliveries at extremely chaotic scenes of carnage.)

(Everything will be fine. I get through this, one way or another.)

Kate: Only for one month. You can do this, Kate. You’ve got this. … Alright.

Saying words of encouragement to myself as though I were chanting a scripture, I opened my room door and took an enthusiastic step into the hallway—

…

???: Whoa.

Kate: Kyaa!?

The tip of my nose bumped into the chest of someone who was standing in front of my room.

Kate: I-I’m so sorry…!

Ellis: I’m sorry too. … Are you hurt?

(Ah… this man is—)

– Flashback Start –

Last night, I found out about the Queen’s secret group of assassins “Crown”.

Harrison: … Now that she’s known way too much, what do you intend to do with her, Victor?

Victor: Hmm. Let me think…

Ellis: Do we kill her?

(Wha—?)

Ellis: She doesn't look happy at all, but I’ll do it if it’s for work.

– Flashback End –

(He was the first person to suggest killing me.)

(But, after that…)

– Flashback Start –

Ellis: I’m Ellis.

Kate: Nice to meet you… Ellis.

Ellis: Mm… nice to meet you too. I often go out of town with Jude to attend to some business, but I’ll make you as happy as possible while I’m here.

– Flashback End –

(Why is Ellis standing in front of my bedroom…?)

(Oh, right. My surveillance has started.)

A single wrong move could cost me my life.

Memories of the amount of fear I felt the night before flashed into my mind, causing me to straighten my back sharply.

(I can’t keep my usual attitude.)

(This is a whole different world I’ve stepped into.)

Kate: Ellis, right? I look forward to working with you from today on.

Ellis: Yeah, I’m Ellis Twilight. A pleasure to meet you too… also, there’s no need for you to be so tense.

Ellis gave a small chuckle and peered into my face with a concerned expression.

Ellis: … Your nose is red.

Ellis: Sorry for that. The door flew open right when I was about to knock, so I couldn’t dodge in time.

He leaned against the door with a long, slender arm.

Hidden behind his curly hair was a pair of eyes the colour of twilight — just like his name.

Surprised by the sudden lack of distance between us, I gasped and hastily apologised.

Kate: It's not your fault! It’s mine for getting too motivated and jumping out of my room…

Ellis: Motivated? What for?

Kate: Ehh!? Uhh…

(“I was giving myself a motivational boost because I was afraid of living together with the people here.”)

(I can’t say that to his face…)

Kate: It’s kind of like being transferred to a department I know nothing about… um…

Kate: HURRAH! Something like this…!

Ellis: Hurrah…

Ellis blinked in surprise.

(That sounded too unnatural…)

Ellis: … You’re so cute.

Kate: Uhh… it’s fine, you didn't have to cover for me…

(I should be relieved he could find an excuse for me, but it’s still embarrassing…)

As my gaze wandered around my surroundings, searching for somewhere for me to go, Ellis’ face turned serious again and he whispered to me,

Ellis: I want to assign you your very first task in this “new department”... may I?

…

Kate: — Wow…

(What a beautiful garden.)

Ellis led me outside to the castle’s courtyard…

Before me was a large English garden that looked very carefully maintained.

The seasonal flowers were in full bloom, filling the air with a heavenly smell.

(Last night, this castle towering over me appeared solemn and dangerous, and yet…)

(It also has such a peaceful place in it.)

I followed behind Ellis along the path while admiring the beautiful garden, until we arrived at a gazebo.

Tea and scones were arranged on a table, it seemed like there was a tea party about to begin.

Ellis: Here.

Kate: Uh… t-thank you.

I was puzzled when Ellis pulled out a chair for me, but I took a seat as invited and he went to sit opposite me.

(He mentioned something about giving me a task just now…)

Kate: Is this where my first task will be?

Ellis: Yup. … Your first task is to have breakfast together with me.

(... Huh?)

Ellis: Tell me about yourself while we enjoy the delicious food. I’ll tell you about myself too.

Ellis: If you write them down, it’ll count as a “Fairytale Keeper” report. Right?

Kate: I’d appreciate that, but… wouldn't that be too much of a bother to you?

Ellis: I don’t think so. Why do you ask?

He seemed to genuinely want to help me.

Ellis: I’ll tell you about the other members of Crown too.

Ellis: I know it must be terrifying to live with people who are complete strangers.

Kate: …!

(Could it be that my “first task”...)

Kate: Did you invite me here to soothe my nerves?

Ellis: … You’re partially right.

Kate: “Partially”?

Ellis: The other reason is that I want to chat with you. … So that’s where you’re partially wrong.

His lips lifted into a faint smile.

(Was the impression I formed of Ellis last night all a misunderstanding?)

Last night, I felt uneasy — like something was staring at me from the darkness, giving me the chills.

(I’m not getting that feeling from Ellis in front of me right now.)

(Perhaps last night’s uneasiness was only because I just witnessed a murder scene…)

I pushed those thoughts aside, deciding not to bother with them.

— Thinking back to it later on, I realised that was a mistake.

(Anyway, Ellis made the effort to make all these arrangements for me.)

(I should accept his offer and hear him out.)

Kate: Thank you, Ellis.

Ellis: I didn’t do anything to deserve your thanks.

Ellis: Do you like sweets? Victor baked these scones this morning.

Kate: Oh? Victor can cook…?

Ellis: Yup, it’s a hobby. Al is a good cook too.

Ellis: Al taught me to make clotted cream previously, so I made this myself.

Ellis: I bought this jam because Liam recommended it to me.

Ellis: As a stage actor, Liam always knows what’s popular.

Ellis: This meat pie is from the restaurant Roger took me to for lunch a while back. He treats me to meals often.

Kate: Whoa, slow down a little. I want to write all of that down…!

I took my little notebook out of my pocket and started jotting down the things Ellis told me about the members or Crown.

Kate: Oh, I know about that apricot crumble place too! It’s always busy with lots of customers.

Ellis: I bought it together with Harry. He may not look like it, but Harry has a sweet tooth and has an eye for good dessert places.

Kate: Fufu… the members of Crown seem very close.

(Even though they made me feel as though we were people from two very different worlds…)

(At the end of the day, they’re just human beings living in the same London as I am… and that feels somewhat reassuring to know.)

(This is all thanks to Ellis.)

Ellis: Kate.

Kate: Yes…?

With natural movements, Ellis reached his large palm towards my face—

Ellis: … You got cream in your hair.

Kate: Huh? Oh…

(I really did get cream in my hair. I didn't notice.)

Ellis gently tucked my hair behind my ear.

Kate: Thank you.

Ellis: You’re welcome. … Is the food so delicious that you got too absorbed in enjoying them?

Ellis rested his chin in his hand and gazed at me with a smile.

Kate: … Yes, it’s delicious.

Ellis: Glad to hear that.

(Being able to pull off this sort of thing so effortlessly… Ellis must be very popular with ladies.)

I suddenly became conscious of my heart beating faster and tried to calm my racing heart.

Kate: You put in a lot of effort into setting up this breakfast, and you’ve also been very concerned about my wellbeing so far…

Kate: Why are you being this kind towards me?

(I don’t remember doing anything worth receiving such kindness from Ellis for…)

Ellis: It’s because you’ve been looking unhappy since last night.

Ellis: I only want the people around me to be as happy as they can be.

(That’s all…?)

(But I’m merely a stranger to Ellis…)

Kate: Do you treat everyone the same way? Even complete strangers?

Ellis: Huh…? Hmm… I don’t think so.

He seemed bewildered by my simple question.

(Ellis is indeed a rather strange person.)

(But…)

Kate: … This makes me happy.

(I definitely feel much more at ease now, thanks to Ellis.)

Ellis: I see… I'm glad you don't find it unpleasant.

— My feelings of wariness melted away by the end of our pleasant breakfast together.

Ellis: Are you a fan of theatre?

Kate: Yes. Actually, I volunteered to do an extra shift last night to earn some extra cash for tickets to a play…

Ellis: Fufu… you’re quite a passionate fan.

My conversation with Ellis went smoothly, like we’ve been close friends for a long time.

Just then, I heard another set of footsteps.

Victor: Hi! It’s looking lively out here!

Ellis: Victor.

Kate: …! Good morning.

Victor: Ah, no need to stand for me! I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation.

Victor: Ellis offered to help prepare breakfast this morning… did it make you feel better?

Victor gazed at me searchingly with a smile.

The air of mystery I sensed around him last night vanished, leaving only the feeling of warmth from his eyes resembling gemstones.

(My “first task” from Ellis must’ve really helped soothe my nerves.)

Kate: Yes. It’s all thanks to Ellis and the delicious scones you baked.

Victor: …

Victor looked slightly surprised when I thanked him with a smile, but his expression quickly switched into a bright smile.

Victor: Your relaxed smile is basically saying “I’m so happy to be Crown’s exclusive fairytale keeper”!

Ellis: … She never said that.

Kate: … Fufu.

My shoulders shook a little as I giggled at their exchange. Victor’s eyes narrowed.

Victor: Now, there are two things I ask of you, our fairytale keeper. One is to keep our secret, and the other is to record our sins.

Victor: The first task is very straightforward and I see no problem with it; but I don't wish for you to be confused by the second task, so I’d like to guide you a little.

Victor: May I give you a brief explanation of the task?

Kate: Yes, please.

Victor: It’s not a difficult job, actually. All you have to do is to observe the members and record what you think is a sin.

Victor: I leave it up to you to decide how you’d like to do it.

Victor: You can rotate amongst them and observe multiple members, or you can focus on just one member and accompany him in his activities.

(Observe the members of Crown, and the method is entirely up to me… I see.)

Kate: Understood. … Um, may I also know to what extent I’m being watched?

Victor: Even though we say we’re keeping you under surveillance, we don't wish to restrict your freedom. Except going outside alone, you’re free to do as you wish.

Victor: You may be asked to follow us on missions sometimes, but your free time is yours to spend freely.

I nodded, relieved to know that I wasn’t being watched as strictly as I had expected.

Kate: Understood. Thank you for the clarification.

Victor: … To be honest, I was surprised to see you smile just now. I never expected to see your smile so soon.

Victor: We’re an organisation that commits terrible deeds and we had you witness a horrifying scene last night, so I thought you wouldn't exactly feel “at ease”.

Victor gave me a cheeky wink.

He then squinted his eyes like he was looking at the sun.

Victor: I hope that the darkness you’ll be subjected to against your will from now on, will never steal your smile.

Strangely, because of the tone of his words, I couldn't dismiss them as a lie.

(There’s no denying that the members of Crown are scary people who kill without hesitation and dwell in the shadows.)

However— at the bottom of my heart, I had a feeling that I’d understand them better if I just looked closely enough.

Victor: Well then, I shall take my leave. Being the Queen’s Aide is quite busy.

It seemed that Victor was only there to check on me, and so he left the garden without joining us at the table.

(I have to closely observe the members of Crown if I want to record their sins, right?)

If that’s the case— I think my best option would be to start with getting to know Ellis.

That thought came to me almost naturally.

Kate: Um, Ellis… what are your plans for today?

However, I was interrupted by someone’s voice.

Jude: What are you doing, slacking off when you have work to do? I’ll punch you.

Ellis • Kate: !

The deep voice startled me, making me jump.

(This voice—)

I timidly turned around to see Jude standing there with his arms crossed and looking clearly ticked off.

(H-He’s furious…!)

Ellis: Sorry, I’ll go right away.

Ellis shot Jude a casual glance and responded without even leaving his seat.

(He’s so relaxed about it…)

Jude clicked his tongue and strode out of the garden with a flip of his jacket.

Ellis: … There you have it. My plans for today.

(Jude is the president of the trading company Ellis works at as his assistant… right.)

(I intended to observe Ellis today, but I guess I’d be better off postponing that plan.)

Kate: Thank you for taking time off your work for me. Good luck at work.

Ellis: ...

Ellis stared at me in silence, pondering about something—

Kate: Uhh?

Ellis: If it's okay with you, do you want to come along?

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Curse Week - Harrison

Day 14 | Lying Fox's curse (lie detection)

Kinktober masterlist

Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)

Word count: 1.2k

18+, established relationship, teasing, slight humiliation, grinding, oral (receiving), minimal editing

A/n: It's finally done! Sorry this is so much later than usual. I was too tired to write much last night and I really struggled writing it, which is why I'm surprised about how long it is

“It wasn’t anything special, and had a lot of cliches, but it was so fun to read,” you paced in your boyfriend's room as you rambled to him about a book you read. It was an erotica, but he didn’t need to know that detail.

He amused you and listened with a smile on his face. “Really?”

“Yeah! I actually really liked the themes, which were actually pretty well woven into the scenes, and their relationship had a surprising amount of depth considering how much they were-” oops.

Maybe you could have saved it, but you already paused too long.

He titled his head. “What type of book was it?”

“...A normal book?”

He smirked and closed his own book. “Was it an erotica?”

Your face flushed. You avoided his gaze.

He stood and walked over to you. He leaned in close. The smell of mint invaded your senses. “What was it about?”

“I don't want to answer that.” Maybe not saying only made it worse, because now it looked like you had some dirty kink to hide, and now he looked more interested.

“What was the name?”

You kept rotating to turn your face away from him, but he kept following you with an amused smile. 

“‘Taken by a Villain’,” you finally answered.

His eyes widened then he laughed.

Your face burned with embarrassment. “Don't laugh,” you whined.

“Why are you reading a villain erotica when you already have one?” He pulled you into him and hugged your side to his chest. Your muscles immediately melted into him.

“I was curious. I was only going to skim the first chapter, but then I got caught up.” 

“That's a lie.” 

“So what if it is! I was half considering stopping after a few pages when I picked it up.” 

He looked at you.

“... a quarter considering putting it down. Okay, it had some tropes that I liked.” Ones that you found hot to be specific.

A soft look appeared in his eyes before the teasing look came back. “What part turned you on the most?”

Your face was a furnace. The rest of your body was reacting too. You clenched your thighs together.

“Why do you want to know?” You said.

The softness returned to his face, making your heart melt. “Hmm, I want to know what my partner is into so I can make them feel the best.”

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Your lips parted as you stared at him.

“What are you making such a cute face for?” Harrison pulled you by the waist down onto the bed. He quickly rolled over top of you. His arms on either side of you as he stared down into your face.

“Did this happen in your book?”

“Yes.” A lot.

“And did you like it.”

“Yes.”

“Do you like it when I do it?”

Your face grew warmer. “No?”

He smiled. “I don’t even need to look in your eyes to know you’re lying.”

The look in his eyes changed back to lustful. He shifted and you felt a knee pressed between your legs. You stifled the sound in your throat.

“Does this turn you on? Want me to do it more?”

Your sex throbbed against him. Embarrassment flooded through you at his words. “No.”

“Liar.”

His hands slid down your body. Each nerve reacted. “What about this?”

“No.” Yes

“You know, your body’s being a lot more honest than you are.”

He wasn’t wrong. You were squirming and trying desperately to not press up into his touch.

“You were being so shameless talking about dirty stuff you were reading earlier. I bet you even touched yourself to it. Why so shy now?”

Your face felt way too warm. It’s not fair that he had such an effect on you. “Because it’s you. You make me feel a lot even when it’s tame.”

His eyes widened for a second. He let out a small laugh. “I never thought I could use my curse like this.”

 You smiled. The emotions were too much for a second and you turned your face away into the pillow. Your hands were suddenly pinned above your head and you were forced to look at him. His fingers on his free hand held your chin firmly but gently. He drank in your expression. His eyes read you like a book. His favorite.

“W-what was that for?” you stammered out.

“I wanted to see every expression. Do you not like it?”

You smiled. “I like it.”

He wrapped his arms around you in a hug. His face in your neck as he kissed up and down it. The heat pulsed between your legs.

“Harry?” You pulled his back just a bit to look into his eyes. “I want you to undress me.”

He froze for a moment before his hands gripped onto your clothes. “I think I can do that.”

He pulled them off one by one. Each ended up on the floor until you were bare on his bed. Your hips bucked up into him, trying to get some friction.

His mouth pressed all over your skin.

On your shoulder and collarbone and going down to your chest.

“You like my tongue playing with you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to go lower?”

“Yes.”

He quickly got down between your legs. You could feel the restraint in his movements as he tried to slowly tease you on his way down rather than instantly taste you. His kisses lingered as he watched your flushed expression.

He held back a groan when he finally did press his tongue against your sex. You moaned. Your back arched up. Your hands twisted in the sheets as he delved in and ran his tongue all over you. As he pleasured you and drew every sound out of you.

“I'm close.”

“Go ahead.” He pressed his mouth further onto you.

“I want you to cum too.”

You did your best to move your leg between his. Giving him a taste of his own medicine from earlier, you rubbed your leg over his crotch. He jolted and moaned into you and you nearly came on the spot.

He grinded down on your leg and you moved it as best as you could. Feeling his hot erection against you and wanting him to cum with you so badly.

One last flick of his tongue and you crashed down. Your muscles twitched as you cried out. Your muscles wouldn't obey you and you could only press your leg into his bulge harder while his hips bucked against it.

He tried to hide it, but he was breathing heavily as he slid on your leg. Moving faster and faster until he groaned.

He let his body collapse onto you. A pleasant warmth filled you at the contact. Your fingers combed through his hair. His mint green eyes met yours.

A thought came to your mind and you had to hold back a grin. “I don't think I'm ready for a round two.”

He was still catching his breath as he smiled. “I don't think I've been happier to hear a lie.”

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: Chapter 14

Chapter 13

♡———♡

Kate: I think... I've fallen in love with you.

I mutter softly -

Alfons: ...That's troublesome.

!....A gasp escapes my throat at the unexpected reply.

Kate: A-Alfons... you're... awake...!?

The eyelids of Alfons, who should have been snoring, lift, and his gray eyes reveal only a look of exasperation.

Alfons: You say you like me... This is the most troublesome development.

Kate: ...

Alfons sits up languidly and runs his fingers through his hair.

Alfons: It's just an illusion, an illusion.

Alfons: You're probably mistaking love for a man who happens to save you in a pinch and makes you feel good.

Kate: An illusion...?

(He doesn't even know how I felt before coming to his room...)

I can't help but feel my blood rush to my head.

Kate: ...I don't need you to reciprocate my feelings, but...

Kate: Please don't dismiss my feelings...!

Alfons: ...Feelings are intangible, how can you know they're real?

His fingers touch my chin.

Kate: Well...

Alfons: ...Well?

He pulls me closer, his breath tickling my lips... and my body aches with anticipation.

As if sensing this, he smiles faintly.

Alfons: Until you realize it's a misunderstanding, you're not getting any more pleasure.

Alfons: If I touch you like this... it'll only accelerate your misunderstanding.

Kate: ...

Alfons: Now, I'm injured. Would you please let me rest?

He easily releases me, not even trying to touch me anymore.

Even though he wouldn't listen to my refusals and kept reaching out to me so persistently.

(I should have known, but...)

My chest aches terribly.

It's so painful.

Kate: ...I understand. Good night...

I leave the room as if running away, and the door slams shut.

Alfons: ...Haha.

Alfons: I quite like you too, you know.

Alfons: That's why... it would be troublesome if it wasn't a misunderstanding.

--His murmur dissolves into the air, unknown to anyone.

-

From the information Alfons and I obtained by sneaking into the "Purification" club's members-only hotel, the name of Gore, a member of the House of Lords, surfaced as a person deeply involved in the East End incident. William and Victor were to thoroughly investigate him and his faction.

Victor: ---The contents of the "confidential" letter were a check. The destination is a company with an extremely clean business model.

Victor shares the details with the Crown members gathered in the dining room.

Victor: There is nothing wrong with the contents of the check itself.

William: But in reality, it's probably a reward for the perpetrator of the arson plan in Docklands.

William: The company where the money flowed had been marked as a possible front company for a criminal organization for some time.

Alfons: It's a blatant distraction.

(But even knowing that...)

Kate: We can't get the police to move with just this one check, can we...?

Harrison: Well, that's right.

Harrison: There's no physical evidence that the "arson plan" even exists, and there's no evidence that Gore is involved.

Harrison: It's unreasonable to expect them to believe that the company the check is addressed to is involved in the plan based on just this one check.

Victor: That's right. But that's why we're here, Kate.

Victor: To fight evil with evil for the prosperity of Britain - that's the mission of the Crown.

I look up at Victor's words.

Victor: It's an order from Her Majesty the Queen.

Victor: To stop the arson in Docklands and punish the "Purification" club faction, including Gore.

His jewel-like eyes, darker than darkness, gleamed bewitchingly... and a shiver ran down my spine.

Victor: -By the way, Alfons.

Suddenly, Victor turns his gaze to Alfons.

Victor: Is the injury from last night's mission okay?

Alfons: I got a little carried away with my pranks and messed up.

Kate: No, that injury...

-CHOICES--

It was supposed to be me

He protected me

..... (stay silent)

---------------

Kate: I was supposed to be the one who got hurt...

Alfons: The gun could have been pointed at either of us. The odds were fifty-fifty.

He utters another smoke-and-mirrors theory as if breathing.

(Alfons was at the back of the room just before he was shot. It wasn't a coincidence.)

(He's protecting me so that I don't get into trouble.)

(Even though he pushed me away like that...)

I don't want him to be kind to me, but part of me is happy.

(...He's really a liar and a horrible person.)

Victor decides to send Alfons, Elbert, Roger, and for some reason, Jude and Ellis on a mission to stop the arson in Docklands.

Victor: Jude, you know the geography of the Port of London and the immigrants in that area, right?

Jude: ...Yeah, I'm the most "knowledgeable" one here.

Victor: Kate, can you come with us?

Victor: If you're tired from the missions every day, you don't have to push yourself.

Kate: ...No. It's my duty as a Fairytale Keeper to accompany you.

(...I'm such a fool.)

I said it was my duty, but my true feelings were elsewhere.

(Even though he just pushed me away like that... I don't want to take my eyes off Alfons.)

I want to keep watching him, as if he might disappear at any moment.

(...These feelings are, as Alfons says,)

(It was a misunderstanding - I have to make it so.)

-I don't know how to bury the love I've become aware of.

-

"Eternal fire" punishment for the illegal immigrants of Docklands.

On the night of that plan...

Disheveled Man: Who's there!?

A figure lurking in the warehouse district under the cover of darkness is startled by a sudden visitor.

Jude: Good evenin', we're here to interrupt ya fun.

Ellis: There are... about seven of them here?

Disheveled Man: Damn it! We were told we wouldn't get paid if there were witnesses. Get them!

The men, who seemed to have been pouring oil inside the warehouse, rush towards the two with weapons in hand.

Jude: Iron pipes, huh... Ya poor guys can't even get a gun, can ya?

Ellis: I'll be careful not to hurt you.

Disheveled Man: Whoa!? What the-!?

Ellis leaps gracefully, jumping over the men's heads - and by the time I realize it, the men are immobilized as if their wrists were bound by invisible ropes.

Disheveled Man: What the hell did you do!?

Ellis: Shh, quiet... You're disturbing the neighbors.

Jude: Ya should have been sleepin' instead of playin' with fire for money, huh?

Jude taps the foreheads of the restrained men with his index finger.

Instantly, the man who was just shouting falls to the ground as if he's fainted.

Kate: ...Are those your abilities?

Elbert: Yes... Ellis can restrain anyone he touches on the head. Jude can put anyone he touches on the forehead to sleep.

Alfons: They're perfect for interrogation and assassination.

The places Jude marked as "If you want to wipe out illegal immigrants, I'd target this place" were all hits, and Crown successfully captured the arsonists in a corner of a residential area, an alley lined with bars, and this warehouse district in the harbor.

(This is the last place Jude marked.)

(I hope we were able to stop them all...)

Elbert: Roger, what's the situation around us?

Roger: ...Two blocks away, one person at 4 o'clock.

Elbert: One of their friends?

Roger: No, probably not an arsonist. They're approaching... suspiciously after hearing the noise.

Alfons: What a fool to go check out the source of a noise in the middle of the night.

Alfons: Leave the careless and pitiful witness to me.

With that, Alfons slipped out of the warehouse.

(----!)

-

Hiding in the shadows, I peek outside.

Alfons: Good evening. Lovely night, isn't it?

Alfons smoothly touches the back of the neck of the figure who seems to be the witness.

Alfons: "You didn't see anything here. You must go home and sleep soundly."

A whisper like a lullaby is carried on the night wind.

(He could scare them away by showing them something frightening...)

But when he uses his power, he only whispers words that calm the heart.

(If I asked him why, he'd probably say, "Because it would be troublesome if they caused a commotion.")

-

Alfons: Good grief... I wish they would plan their schemes in a less conspicuous place.

By the time Alfons returns, the arsonists have been tied up with ropes by Jude and the others.

Kate: ...With this, we should have been able to stop the plan, right?

I spread out the marked map, confirm that there are no omissions, and let out a sigh of relief.

Roger: If Jude didn't miss any spots, that is.

Jude: Huh?

Roger: Next, we need to confirm if the number of guys lying there matches the number of heartbeats in the warehouse, and then-

That's when Roger interrupted Jude.

Kate: !

With a loud explosion, a pillar of fire rises from the back of the warehouse.

The flames crawl across the warehouse floor, and the heat wave scorches my skin.

(Why suddenly...!? We caught all the arsonists-)

Alfons: It seems the oil spilled on the ground vaporized and ignited from some kind of spark.

Kate: S-Some kind of spark!?

Roger: That's concerning, but first we need to put out the fire. El, let's get the fire extinguisher from the carriage.

Elbert: Right.

Jude: Damn, it's troublesome when the trash burns to a crisp before we can squeeze out information.

Ellis: Jude and I will drag the arsonists out.

Crown immediately assesses the situation and starts to move.

(I'll help put out the fire too.)

A beat later, I try to run out as if propelled, but then-

(Huh?)

Something unbelievable appears in my vision, and my feet are rooted to the spot.

Alfons: Kate, inhaling smoke will burn your lungs. You should move a little further away-

Kate: Wait! Over there...!

I strain my eyes to see past the raging flames - and there, cowering in fear, is a young boy.

Alfons: ...Ah, I see.

Alfons: All his friends were captured, so he was probably hiding, holding his breath.

Kate: F-Friends...

Kate: Are you saying that child is an accomplice of the perpetrators...!?

Alfons: Look at the boy's feet.

Illuminated by the flames, matchboxes are scattered around the boy's feet.

Alfons: That boy is the spark.

Alfons: He was probably hiding in the shadows, waiting for the right timing.

(Why, a child like that... Ugh, no time to think about that.)

(Right now, I have to find a way to help him...!)

Kate: Stay there! Get low and try not to breathe in the smoke...!

Alfons: .............

(He won't be able to get out if the flames keep blocking him... If he jumps into the flames, he'll get badly burned.)

(I have to find a way to create an escape route for him...)

I look around and notice sandbags piled up next to the warehouse.

(That's it...!)

Kate: ...!

I jump and manage to lift a heavy sandbag, then throw it into the flames.

Then I run back and lift another sandbag.

(It's heavy...)

Alfons: What are you doing?

Alfons crouches down next to me and meets my gaze.

Kate: The boy might not be able to hold out until the fire extinguisher puts out the flames.

Kate: I'm piling these sandbags to create an escape route...

Alfons: That boy started the fire.

Kate: That's... irrelevant right now!

Alfons: .............

Alfons: ...Sigh.

Alfons: You really are straightforward, aren't you?

(Ah...)

He chuckles in exasperation and takes the sandbag from my hands, then tosses it into the flames.

(Alfons...)

Alfons: Hey, that boy will die if you keep spacing out.

As I desperately carry the sandbags back and forth, Roger and Elbert arrive with fire extinguishers from the carriage and start spraying around the sandbags.

--Eventually, a small path opens up in the flames.

Kate: Come on! Come this way!

Boy: ...

The boy cowers in fear, trembling.

Alfons: He won't come. Maybe his legs have given out.

Kate: Then we have to go get him...!

The moment I try to run, someone grabs my arm from behind.

Kate: Alfons...!?

Alfons: Honestly...

He pushes me back and jumps into the faint path created in the flames. With a light step as if taking a stroll, he approaches the boy and touches the back of his neck.

Alfons: There... "You're not scared, you're not hot."

Boy: ...! ...?

The fear disappears from the boy's face, replaced by confusion.

Alfons lifts the child up and returns with the same light steps as before.

Alfons: Here you go. A gift for the kindhearted robin.

Kate: ...It's alright now.

Boy: Uuu... Waaaaah!

Perhaps the terror had been too great, or the illusion of "not being scared" planted in the boy's mind quickly dissolved, as he burst into tears in my arms.

-

It seemed the boy had been tricked into aiding in wrongdoing by bad adults in his impoverished life.

According to Roger's examination, the boy had minor injuries. He was to be transferred to the special ward of the Royal Hospital for treatment.

(Thank goodness...)

An overwhelming sense of fatigue washes over me after the relief, and I sink my leaden body onto the sofa.

Kate: It's been a long... night, hasn't it?

Alfons also sits down a short distance away.

Alfons: Honestly, it's been a while since I've done that kind of manual labor.

Alfons: Thanks to you, I'm sore.

Kate: Huh...? You don't have to go, Alfons?

Alfons: They were saying they were going to interrogate the people they caught earlier.

Alfons: I'll leave that kind of thing to the interrogation professionals.

Alfons waves his hand dismissively and laughs.

The image of his back, illuminated by the flames as he headed towards the boy, suddenly resurfaces in my mind.

Kate: Thank you for helping me rescue that boy.

Kate: I was happy.

Kate: But... I also felt like I knew you would help.

He laughs in surprise at the words I add after "but."

Alfons: I was moved by your suffocating sense of justice and acted, but... I'm starting to think I made a mistake.

Alfons: I should have seen your face of despair when we couldn't save the boy.

(I know that's not what he really meant.)

Kate: ...You're the one who goes around showing illusions because you hate seeing faces like that.

Alfons: You really like that theory, don't you?

Kate: It's the "truth" to me.

I quite like our conversations with him, which are like arguments and playful banter.

-I realize that now, and my heart aches again.

(I really do like Alfons.)

(...I can't pretend it was a misunderstanding.)

Alfons: ..........

He glances at my face and stands up from his chair.

(He's trying to run away again.)

I intuitively sense it, and my body moves.

Alfons: Well then... I'm going to go get a drink.

Kate: In that case, me too.

I stand up and take a step closer to him.

Kate: Take me with you.

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Chapter 14 Premium Story

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[alittlextrathatway]

Line: "And the saddest fear comes creeping in." Location: HGTV taping.

Alright time for a brand new AU universe.

You guys don't know it but I have an AU idea in my head for HGTV Brettsey for YEARS.

I am not throwing away my shot.

***

Sometimes Sylvie feels guilty about the lie she and Matt are perpetrating for the world, but then she remembers what it felt like to essentially be blacklisted from working and decides a lie is better than being homeless and starving.

Besides, this lie hurts no one but themselves. They're the ones who have to forego love lives in order to pretend to be an engaged home renovation power couple.

Their friends Severide and Stella introduced them years ago. Matt's business-partner-slash-ex had left him in the lurch. She sold him her half of the business, which was great, but she left him without an interior designer. Sylvie's ex and former best friend had taken all of her clients and run her out of town so she was an interior designer without any work.

She met Stella on her first night in Chicago while the latter was bartending at a firefighter bar named Molly's. Sylvie literally cried into her beer about her misfortunes and Stella was quick to help.

"You know, you're an interior designer with no clients and my husband's best friend is a contractor with clients but no interior designer. Maybe the two of you could help each other out?"

It was the suggestion that changed her life.

Kelly and Stella hosted a dinner to introduce her to Matt and they got along like a house on fire. Matt is funny, genuine, and thoughtful. The opposite of her ex. They also had similar visions for a few of his current clients. His design ideas for construction reflected her favorite interior spaces to decorate. Professionally speaking, they were a match made in heaven.

And their clients' feedback reflected that. As business grew so did their friendship. But since things went horribly wrong with Harrison and Hope, Sylvie promised herself never to mix business and pleasure. Matt felt similarly, considering his history with his own ex. Which meant, no matter how close they became or how her feelings evolved, they would always only be friends.

Even when the world and HGTV thought otherwise.

They hadn't meant to perpetrate a fraud but they got the offer for the tv show, signed the contracts, and then found out about a terrible misunderstanding.

HGTV thought they were married.

That was the real reason they wanted to offer them the show. They wanted half reality television and half home renovation. If they weren't married then the show would have been cancelled.

It was a shot in the dark that they would be picked up for a full season anyway. So, after a lengthy discussion, they went along with the story and decided not to fully correct their misunderstanding. As a compromise and an attempt to assuage their guilt, they told HGTV they were engaged instead of married.

By some miracle, they bought it.

And now, three years later, their show is still going strong and the American public thinks they're happily engaged and on their way to wedded bliss.

Only in Sylvie's wildest dreams.

Of course over the last three years, her pretend love for Matt Casey has become full blown, head over heels, unconditional love. Not that he knows that. She's pretty certain he's none the wiser.

"Cut!"

Sylvie's jarred from her thoughts by the sudden yell and shakes herself back to the present, taking in Matt's concerned face.

"Hey, guys," he requests, smiling politely. "Can you give us a second?"

The director nods and sighs tiredly. "Yeah, sure thing. Take five, everyone! When we come back we'll pick back up with the initial property walk through."

Once the crew has dispersed, Matt gently pulls her aside with a guiding hand on the small of her back. "Are you okay?"

She bites her bottom lip and idly spins her engagement ring, a habit she's developed when she's anxious. "That meeting we had with the network this morning..."

"I thought we said we weren't going to worry about that today?" He asks her, with a soft scolding stare.

"We say a lot of things, Matt, but that doesn't mean they're all true."

He snorts and chuckles at her, taking her left hand in his to stop her from twirling her ring. "We'll work something out."

"Work something out?" She says in a harsh whisper. "They want us to set a wedding date. A wedding date for our extremely fake engagement. A wedding date that will be used to market the renovation deadline of our future home that we're going to take on in the midst of all of our other clients and responsibilities."

"They'll compensate us appropriately so we can scale back our clients and focus only on our house. The workload will be fine," he assures her.

Okay, but that's not even the biggest part of her concerns! How is he so calm? How is he okay with marrying her, a woman he doesn't love? "Great, I'm glad to hear about the workload," she replies dryly. "Nevermind the huge wedding they want us to have, film, and then promote as a tv special. That's not a big deal at all."

He sighs and the sound comes off as hopeless and wistful all at once. His callused fingers grip her chin and lift her face until they’re eye to eye. Once he has her full attention, he brushes a loose tendril of hair out of her eyes and tucks it behind her ear. The gesture makes her stomach swoop in the most delightfully nauseating way.

Ugh, why does she have to be in love with her best friend and business partner? Why is nothing in her life ever straight forward?

"Look, I get it, no one wants you to marry a guy you're not in love with, least of all me. But we'll find a way to stall them. We've gotten pretty good at it over the last few years. We'll think of something. For now, though, let the network think they're gonna finally get that wedding special they've always wanted. It'll keep them off our backs for a little while at least."

She doesn't like his tone. He doesn't sound like himself. Not the flirtatiously playful version of himself he usually is when they're filming anyway. This is solemn Matt Casey. The one she sees most often when he’s stressed or anxious or in some sort of emotional turmoil.

He was fine until she let her fears get the better of her and got distracted during a heavy filming day. For his sake, she needs to get it together. She can sort out how to bury her feelings for Matt and get them out of this mess later.

"You're right," she says, taking a slow and soothing breath. "We'll figure out. We always do. I mean, whatever else our fans think we are, we've always been a great team." She smiles warmly at him, hoping the expression leaves her faith in the two of them on full display. From the day they met, he's been nothing but exceptionally good to her. Even if his feelings have never gone beyond platonic. "I don't see that changing anytime soon."

He squeezes her hand with an earnestly devoted look on his face that's too beautiful to be misread. "Not if I can help it. There's no one else I'd rather be partners with than you."

He means business partners. She knows he does, but is it terrible of her to internally swoon anyway? God, she's so screwed. How did she let this happen and how can she get out of it unscathed?

Matt Casey's going to break her heart and he'll never even know it.

[leonscape]

reacting to all the villains as someone who likes charismatic heroes. these are my initial thoughts after reading the prologue

-william rex

ok vlad i mean william whatever you say mate. the reddest flag is when he made us walk to him with his special powers like damn bro chill we can talk this out. we didn’t even show any intention of running. actually im not sure what would be worse, him forcing us to do something against our will with his powers or him chasing and grabbing us also forcing us against our will. 6/10 he distracted us from that weird magic show lowkey i wish we were paying attention tho. he does seem a little nice tho

-harrison gray

i like how his last name is spelt with an a instead of an e despite him being british or whatever. anyways he’s normal i keep forgetting him tho but maybe he’s my type. i think everyone thinks harrison is my type. not much else to say he doesn’t really stand out among the others. 6.5/10 tho i think he’s ok but he gives me nokto vibes and im not vibing with that right now.

-liam evans

oh dear i saw the content warning and i scrolled away so fast i don’t want to touch it he must get up to a lot of bad things because he’s curious. i also don’t like cat like characters. but i have to be fair to him. 3/10 he didn’t do anything wrong but i already don’t like his type.

-elbert greetia

he comes from a long line of kingsley-michel’s. why did he ask if we’re beautiful like don’t you decide that for yourself? he’s a little weird and i’m not really a fan of any blue eyed blond guys so yeah sorry bro 4/10 maybe it’ll change when i get to know him.

-alfons sylvatica

i like his name. that’s about it. kinda like harrison, he didn’t stand out to me he’s ok not really raising a red flag for me right now. i feel like someone will respond with all the horrible things alfons has done. 5/10 you’re ok bud

-roger barel

why he kinda look like jin tho. is it his size or is it the haircut? idk but im also in the middle about him too 5/10 he does stand out and i like him but at the same time i don’t like him? he’s giving very much faust vibes and that’s not my vibe but i hope he’s more like kyle?

-jude jazza

rude mf 4/10 although he is right for being cautious of telling us everything. oh also i like how they write his speech

-ellis twilight

haha i have an oc named ellis. i like his name although it does make me think of the twilight saga. anyways i actually kinda really like him i thought he was being very real but also pretty kind. suggesting to kill us is a little too much but he is happiness obsessed so im interested. he speaks in a soft way and maybe that is lowering my guard. 7/10 i do like tall guys too

-victor

bro just has no last name? he’s like if clavis and sariel got stuck in the same body and learned how to get along. i actually really liked him as well. he was quite friendly and i liked how cheerful he sounded and he was willing to give us a job and spare our lives 7/10 im curious about him but i fell like i won’t like him in the future

[destinyc1020]

Unfortunately tom is the most famous person in his generation and on Twitter people known he brings attention so that’s why they be using his name for hit tweets and let’s talk about how many actors has a flops on their catalog but o my Tom gets shitted and it’s a valid topic but it’s not the end of the world if his projects it rated bad like he’s only 27 years old his time will come tom Stan’s needs to be patient and wait even with The Romeo and Juliet adaptation I feel many of his fans are not happy like why ? It’s a great opportunity for him

Re: Your last sentence

See, this is the thing....

I feel like a lot of Tom stans (or so-called "fans") aren't happy regardless of what he does. 🙄

Nobody gives him grace it seems.... 😪

Fans complained about Tom doing TCR before it even started filming because the topic of the series was going to deal with DID. 😒 I recall the hate I got in my inbox, with some fans even calling for other fans to BOYCOTT the series before the project even started filming. 🙄

Fans started hating on "Cherry" just because the reviews weren't what they wanted it to be. Now, they think the film was "poorly written" and "awful", even though that wasn't the original sentiment when the film first came out. 😒

Now, fans have started to put down "Uncharted" and are saying that it's just a "fluff" role based on a huge IP so that's the only reason why it succeeded. Some even claim that they are tired of seeing Tom doing action roles.... as if there's smthg wrong with doing action films?? 🥴 Hello? Tom Cruise? Harrison Ford? Matt Damon? PLENTY of great actors have done various action films in their career and have done just fine.

Look... I'm part of various fandoms of several other actors out here, and I just don't see their fans hating on every little thing they do like Tom's so-called "fans" do. We hear a new filming announcement about another actor, and we're just HAPPY to hear another project that he is doing! 😃 We don't over-think it.

Idk why when it comes to Tom, fans get so antsy, angsty, and angry about every single little thing that pertains to his career. I'm like, take a chill pill....

Sometimes, some fans (notice I said some) can be a bit exhausting... 😩

[fezwearingjellybananas]

If you're still taking au headcanon prompts, Hartley as a recurring rogue/ teaming up with more rogues circa s1/early s2 OR whoops, s1 Eddie got powers from the particle accelerator

Oh, they both sound fun though.

Hartley's plan worked. He got Harrison to admit he knew the accelerator was flawed. He got Ramon to get him out the Pipeline, and he pointed them in the direction they needed to look to find out how to help Ronnie (he will not admit this is part of his plan).

He saw Harrison run though, when he broke the window, saw the traces of red lightning, and that seems like bad news for him. He heard a rumour about another speedster, one who killed people at Mercury Labs, and Hartley has a terrible feeling he just inadvertently got on the wrong side of a murderer

But he does know the Flash has weaknesses, and knows Snart and Rory didn't make it to Iron Heights. He can find them, and he's sure he can build them new guns easily enough if Ramon can do it.

Leonard just steals the blueprints and Barry's name from Cisco, Hartley does build the guns, and Lisa's Gold Gun, and he's got an idea for a flute that might come in handy

Hartley helps with the not actually handing anyone over to shady government organisations part of the Pipeline plan. This is when they recruit Shawna to the Rogues, and maybe Mark.

Mark's still grumpy he didn't get to do his tidal wave plan and Leonard's very insistent the Flash made him promise not to kill people any more, but Hartley still persuades him to join the group by saying killing the Flash will give him some revenge for a few minutes, or he can cause problems for the Flash constantly by helping them steal things and cause chaos he's got to go deal with, and more of them have a better chance of beating him and showing him up in front of the whole city. Mark's a little dubious, but willing to give it a try, since it'll make them all rich

All the Rogues are willing to help with the stop Lewis Snart plan, especially when they find out what he's done to Lisa, even if it means teaming up with the Flash. Hartley goes in as the tech guy after Barry because Hartley figured out who he was ages ago, and he's obviously going to mess this up.

Working together once does not mean they're not all going to carry on with the ruin the Flash's Christmas by causing as many problems as they possibly can for him in a few months though. They already had to delay it because this other speedster went and hurt their enemy

(If anyone sees them helping stop Zoom's forces at the end of the series, that's only because they can't rob any banks if all the banks get destroyed. It's definitely not because they got attached to the Flash and he's their guy to fight, who does this other speedster think he is?)

Hartley's very happy with his new weird little family. They're planning on stealing from his parents next.

As for Eddie gets powers, I have less right now, but:

The windows shatter, the power goes out, and there's this huge bang from upstairs and before he's even thinking Eddie's sprinting to the lab.

He finds Barry unconscious lying on a set of shelves and immediately goes to start chest compressions. Only there's this residual charge left in Barry and Eddie's last thought as he's thrown back away from Barry's body is you're not meant to touch someone who's been electrocuted.

It would be suspicious to only take one of C.C.P.D.'s comatose employees into his care, so Eobard is forced to also bring his ancestor to S.T.A.R. Labs. He's very, very grumpy about this.

He's even more grumpy when Eddie wakes up about two weeks after Barry and also appears to be a speedster, but he had to inherit it from somewhere.

Eddie puts his foot down and the Pipeline doesn't happen. He's more hesitant about the superheroics too, technically it means being a vigilante which is illegal, but ultimately Eddie wants to help people, so he does put on a costume just to help Barry with the fires and things like that. He'll leave the dealing with criminals in costume to Barry, unless he really needs help, Eddie sticks to doing that part the normal way as his day job

Thank you!

[5+ headcanons for an AU]

[theghostbunnie]

*grabs you by the shoulders forcibly* tell me your Nerris hcs RIGHT NYEOW

AAAAA OK SO she's hinted to be Nonbinary I believe when juggling balls colored the same as the nb flag. So, that's like, cannon actually. (Even if this next part was for a joke they still decided to add in them saying "Well technically human female I prefer elfkin" and even if you jokingly make a character queer it still happened no take backsies! lmao.)

and Yes non-binary people can use she/her pronouns but I think she'd probably use she/they/elf (as in neopronouns) too!

•Nerris is definitely the type of kid that when you're playing pretend they'll bitch that you're not playing it right. It's just when it comes to what SHE'S into it has to be done "accurately" "properly" ect (aka the way elf wants it done) on "Nikki's last day on earth" she's all like nu uh you can't be the knight I am. now the princess runs and gives me a hug for saving her! Which was kinda

(🫵🤨 🏳️‍🌈⁉️)/hj

And she's friends with Nikki, too. She does a slightly similar thing telling Harrison he can't be a mage bc they are. Nerris the type to battle you over the player one controller fr.

Hot take all of her bad behavior is just from being an unchecked child and she'll grow out of most of it. I actually don't like the concept elf bullies Harrison bc she has a crush on him- (don't get me wrong this is 0 Nerrison hate I just don't like when they start from that.) I think she's actually jealous? Threatened of him maybe? Hear me out, before David had all their names remembered he was pulling a Cameron and grouping some together. Specifically only Nerris and Harrison. Nerris reacted childishly like children do and didn't take kindly to that and saw Harrison as immediate competition. (They even argue at one point about who's the most magical.) So that's why she targets him and treats him like a loser to keep him down and make herself feel higher.

It gives me the same vibe kids competing with each other academically rather than in sports bc once something is labeled as a team Nerris actually seems to do okay in it. So I think this is a behavior she learned way more in school, and why I HC her to be one of those honor student types who likes being recognized as the teacher's favorite.

I don't believe Nerris is even that deeply aware of the whys and how's of why they act like this. They just do things, man. Then do silly little flossing dances after.

They probably played movie star planet and all the other child website roleplaying games and started fantasy roleplaying groups on there which was probably difficult with all the family roleplays and wolf clans being a way more popular choice to pretend as. Elf needed something to do in the winter when it got too cold to larp outside !!!! They probably switch over to more writing based forms of roleplay as they got older.

In the show we actually see her playing a game called "Pixies and Pythons" or something instead of DND and there's like hot pixie women on the cover and I'm choosing to believe she DIDN'T bring that from home camp campbell just has offbrand EVERYTHING.

Both of her parents sew and they make all of their costumes for her and I like to think Nerris is very "navy blue starry wizard" aesthetic so they mostly stick to that. Her mom's supportive and will add anything she wants to it but her dad gets excited with hisown ideas and opinions too.

I think Nerris' gender exspression being neutral might've got them certain comments in school and why she specifically decided to make her character's title "Nerris the cute" and why often the first thing she aims against Harrison is his looks. (That, or, the "Nerris the cute" is a title her dad came up with for her before she could. Yes I'm saying this man brought the baby to larp in a carrier.)

Has a whooole collection of dice and she gives some to her friends when they come over but has to specifically pick out the ones she DOESN'T want anymore first.

Them and Harrison are Lord of the Rings VS Harry Potter. (It's possible to like things without supporting, liking, or agreeing with the creator of it. Nerris knows this...) Still calls him a transphobe whenever he brings the franchise up. Can't even defend himself bro they just go "is it bc I'm trans/j"

[skylarmoon71]

Timeless Wells (Flash) - Speedster Chapter 14

The next day, you try to work up the nerve to go seek him out and apologize. Walking into the lab that morning, your hands are literally shaking. You know that the chances of him coming back to the room are slim, especially after that reaction. So you wait it out, lunch is the perfect time to find an opportunity.

“He works in the engineering department, good luck.”

Harrison had given you a smile earlier that morning with a little encouraging push. It’s strange how such a few words make such a difference. He’s cheering you on, so you need to be strong. Before you get to your destination, you run to the bathroom. As soon as you get in there you splash water on your face.

“You can do this, you got this. You got this.”

A small pep talk later and you’re walking out the bathroom with a new resolve. You have every intention to power through. Distracted, you crash into someone. He jests back with a grunt and you note the file that slides out of his hand.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

You rush to pick it up. To your surprise it’s a case file. You look up, a bit stunned at the man before you wearing a detective badge. He offers a smile when you hand over the folder.

“Thank you, it was my fault. I should have been paying attention. From the looks of it you have a lot on your mind too.”

He holds out his hand.

“Barry Allen. Nice to meet you.”

You’re a bit hesitant to return the gesture, but if you don’t he’ll definitely think something up. The last thing you need in your life right now is another suspicious Barry Allen.

“(Y/N) Thawne.”

“Thawne, that’s an interesting name.” He releases your hand, and when he moves into your space you prepare for the worse.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a boyfriend now would you cutie?”

The smirk as well as the statement confuses you.

“Uhh…what?”

He grins, pressing his hand to the wall and you back up.

“I just think someone as beautiful as you must be committed, if not I’d like to volunteer.” He winks.

It’s clear that you misread this situation. It appears the Barry of this time is a player.

“Damn it Allen, stop hitting on my colleagues again!!”

The familiar voice knocks you out of your stupor. Your head turns, and there is Evan. He takes notice of you, and he pushes Barry away.

“Alright, I guess I should get going. Hope we meet again, beautiful.”

He sends you one last flirtatious smile, taking off down the corridor.

Evan turns to you with an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry about him. He’s been that way since high school. I thought he would grow out of it. Guess that’s too much to hope for.” You’re still a bit frazzled from the encounter. Now that you’re face to face with Evan, you feel unprepared. Barry had shaken whatever words you'd mustered up to say. Evan takes in your silence and something clicks in his eyes.

“Hey, you’re that woman from before. The way you went bolting out the door I was sure maybe I had the plague.”

It’s a joke, you know that, but being here is bringing back all those feelings of dread and uncertainty.

You say nothing, and he rubs his neck awkwardly.

“Does looking at me make you uneasy? I must remind you of someone pretty terrible. ”

You're surprised he makes the link. Then again, your facial expressions weren’t exactly subtle. You finally swallow the lump in your throat.

“He…wasn’t terrible, he just made mistakes. “

Evan nods, a little more at ease with your response. Maybe any response in general.

“Whoever it was, I’m not him. From your reaction I can tell he meant a lot to you. If it’s that hard I can do my best to stay out of your line of sight. I promise you I’m not not some supervillain.”

It’s wrong of you to judge him. You’re doing exactly what Barry did when he first saw you back on earth 1. You let out a breath.

“You shouldn’t have to make compromises to accommodate a total stranger. I’m sorry for the poor reaction before. You just look exactly like him. It took a minute to get used to it.”

“I completely understand. Trust me I do. I once saw this girl that looked like my high school girlfriend. Boy was that unpleasant. I almost scaled down an escalator to get away. She was kind of a crazy one.”

You can’t help but smile. His humor is somewhat the same. A strange comfort.

“I hid in a bathroom for two hours to avoid my crush once.” You admit. His eyes light up as he begins to laugh.

“Two whole hours are you kidding me!”

You find yourself laughing too.

“The amount of gossip I accumulated that day I could have started my own newspaper. “

Evan wheezes and you’re giggling. 

You’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t catch a very happy Harrison Wells, smiling down from his spot on the floor above. 

[hughiecampbelle]

you writing is so delicious so it thought I’d throw my hat in the ship ring. My name is Anna, my pronouns are she/her, I’ve been a card carrying bisexual for the longest time but I’ve also been giving serious thought to whether or not I’m also asexual so that’s a whole fucking mess. I really don’t have a gender preference when it comes to my dating life, as it’s pretty nonexistent. I’ve got pretty curly hair that’s hard to manage, and I’m slightly taller than average at 5’8”. I’m a film major (ashamed to say it but I’m more of a film bro than I want to be), my favorite genre is horror, and one of my favorite actors is Harvey Keitel. My love language is basically forcing people to watch movies with me. I love 70s music, especially George Harrison, and I play a couple instruments. When I travel I like to visit cities, and I always try to root out the best indie theatres. I like baking, and I’m pretty good a cooking, especially spaghetti bolognese. My sense of humor ranges from pretty dry to stupidly silly, idk my dad thinks I’m funny. I really don’t have a dream future, the most I want is the freedom to do what I love, whatever that looks like. I’m a yearner, big yearner and craver. What I really want is someone who understands my certain flavor of mess. Uhhhhh I have a scar on my knee from the last time I tried to walk in heels, and my hobbies are writing and crocheting. As you can tell from this whole autobiography I’ve sent you I’m quite wordy and I like to hear myself talk.

I’m also literally in love with you and your blog, peace and love

Hi my love! I ship you with: Greg Hirsch!!!

He loves your height. Greg is quite tall and finds that having a shorter partner just doesn't work out. He especially loves when you wear heels, making you even taller. It's the perfect height for forehead and top of the head kisses, his favorite. He also loves your cooking skills. Greg is still trying to figure out how to be an adult. He finally has an adult apartment and a corporate job, but he's pretty bad when it comes to cooking and food shopping in general. Watching you is like watching magic. The first and last time he tried to cook for you, the pasta was totally overcooked and congealed into one mass lump. You tried to make him feel better about it, but he could tell by the look on your face it was not as good as you said it was.

You love how flustered he is. Of course he can't help it, but you really do adore it. it gets worse when you're around. Not only is he tripping over his words, but his own feet, too. He becomes this gangly, clumsy mess of a person when he sees you, walking into glass doors and spilling his coffee all over himself. At first you think you're bad luck, even going so far as to avoid him, but he seeks you out. Whatever disaster that occurs in your presence is totally worth it if he gets to spend a few minutes with you around the office between meetings.

Your relationship is clumsy. You know what you want, what you yearn for, and Greg is more than happy to come along for the ride. There's always a hiccup, a bump in the road, there is something that always goes wrong, but the two of you can typically shrug it off and laugh. Nothing gets taken too seriously. He learns from you that not everything is the end of the world and that there's more to life than the stress of dealing with his family and all their drama.

Your first date is to a horror movie. Greg is pretty jumpy and can't stand when the music gets higher and faster, but nothing has jumped out yet. But, he knows that you love them, so it's worth it. Every time you look over at him he's hugging the popcorn and covering his eyes, jumping at the slightest sound. You hold his hand, both because you want to and because you think it'll help. The grin that spreads across his face is so sweet. For the rest of the movie he's a lot more relaxed, even making jokes to get you to laugh.

Relationship Headcanon: Greg finds you hilarious. You're the only one who can make him laugh til he cries. Hyperventilating, struggling to breath, thinking you're gonna die laughing. That makes you laugh harder at your own jokes and there the two of you are, struggling to catch your breath, unable to look at each other or else you'll laugh harder. He has a good laugh, the kind that makes a joke even funnier.

Thank you my love!!! Hope you like it! 💜💜💜

[jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists]

Tag game!!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

thanks for the tag @thewholelemon you’re super neat!!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Technically? Yes. My spelling is different, but it was based on another kid my parents used to take care of. (Though my mother swears she got it from a dream.)

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago watching My Hero Academia 😭😭😭 Look, okay, I’m weak and Todoroki’s back story is kinda sad okay?

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I don’t fully believe that I want any. Or, at the very least, any of my own. Maybe adoption or just settle for being the cool wine aunt.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yeah, but honestly I use it wrong a lot. I think. Is there a way to use sarcasm wrong?

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Noses. I love noses. If I feel attraction to someone, it’s almost always because of their nose. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I always look at peoples noses when they’re talking so I don’t have to look them in the eye? I also notice hair too! Especially if it’s a cool color.

6. What’s your eye color?

Haaaaaaaazel. But it’s really hard to get them in photographs.

7. Scary movie or happy endings?

Happy endings!!! I’m not a fan of scary movies because they make my paranoia worse 😓

8. Any special talents?

Musical theatre ✨✨

9. Where were you born?

State’s secrets, I’m afraid.

10. What are your hobbies?

Cross-stitching is super fun! I like painting and reading and writing and being outside! Though I’m not much of an outdoorsy type. Just take me on a picnic or maybe a short hike, nothing crazy.

11. Do you have any pets?

3 dogs! Two rotties and a “we-don’t-know-he-came-off-the-side-of-the-road”! They’re super sweet, but the crazy one has attachment issues and will barely let me leave the house. They’re Gryffin, Sampson, and Harrison.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

Softball when I was younger! My knees are too bad for it now. But, I do do musical theatre! Does that count as a sport?

13. How tall are you?

5’7”

14. Favorite subject at school?

Kind of all of them? Except math. Fuck math. I’m good at all of them, always have been, so I’ve grown to just kind of like learning. But math grinds my gears for some weird reason. (Though, I do find myself wishing I could do more equations on some days.)

15. Dream job?

Something in the arts, maybe even teaching!

alright! No pressure tags, and if you see this and wanna try it out for yourself, go ahead and say I tagged ya! 🥰🥰

@andrewsneil @mostlymaudlin @simonsnowsfreckles @captain-aralias @aristocratic-otter

[wenellyb]

im the og anon who sent the ask about the casting in thunderbolts/canwo, the last asks have nothing to do with what i was saying. i never said a big actor would Over shadow Mackie or so, i just said i think the movie is lacking of big/popular names who also have big fan bases and so. the movie is stacked just like most mcu movies lately but the only globally famous people are Harrison and Mackie and none of them have a big fan base so yeah I'd like to see someone with the fan base idk

Hi again Anon!!! Don't worry, the last asks weren't replying to your first ask, but rather to my reply to your ask. Because I mentionned how some people in the fandom were unhappy with the casting of Harrison Ford because they were afraid his character would be overshadowing Sam's.

So it was rather a case of them commenting on my reply and not your ask ( Tell me if this doesn't make sense, it made sense in my head).

I got the point you were making and hoping for other well-known actors to join the cast. Btw, you never know there could be some late announcements or surprises. But personally, I don't feel it's necessary. I know the movie is going to do good either way. I don't see a problem with Mackie and Ford being the only "international celebrities", I don't feel like it would impact the performance of the movie. I could be wrong so I understand why you feel that way.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

💬🖊 harrison content? 👀👉👈

I got u!!!

For every 💬 I get in my inbox, I’ll post a quote from my own writing that I’m proud of!

Here's Seventh Virtue Harrison, yanno, doing his thing:

Inside, guests bustle. This time, the Petersons must’ve not just invited their family members, but some of the guests who will appear at the Solstice party in mere days. Friends of the family, colleagues, etcetera, etcetera. To be honest, Harrison does not like people, so he does not care.

and alternately, Feeding Habits Harrison being sad & gay in a church:

When he and Cael sat, unsure, back in the parking lot, Harrison frantically muttered about needing to control someone in order to feel like he could see Lonan, that he couldn’t conceivably believe a man so wrong for the role—the wrong hair, the wrong eyes, the wrong face, the wrong voice—was who he so desperately wanted to recreate. It’s only when Cael offered the opposite that Harrison understood he did not need to merely witness Lonan’s presence again. He’d gotten that wrong with Reeve. After all, he could siphon elements of Lonan out of her chin, laugh, ears, and he did—and it didn’t work. What he needed, then, wasn’t a reunion, but a becoming.

(I never had the chance to talk about the chapter where this ^^^ excerpt comes from since I wasn't active on writeblr at the time, but omg the VIBES!!! harrison getting messy with a god he doesn't believe in??? yaaaas)

Seventh Virtue Harrison VS Feeding Habits Harrison <3 we get the same thing but different fonts lol

For every 🖊 + Character name I get in my inbox, I’ll tell you all about them!

Ahh, Harrison, my baby! <3 I love this man so much, lmao! He's been around for so long, but one thing I love about him is how little he's changed, and in a good way. I've seen Reeve change SO much over the last ~10 years, and Lonan too (and even Foster!!!), but in all of that, Harrison has been so steady in who he is. The only time I've seen this waver was in Feeding Habits, where he really became the person who needed taking care of (when he's usually the person to take care of others)--and that shift is even hinted at in sad boi moments in earlier books, lol (guess who he gets sad boi about!!!). He's such a lover as in he gives SO much to the people he adores. The caveat there is that he doesn't trust many people, and will make that very clear if he doesn't trust you! But if he does, man, you'll know! Such a loyal guy, funny, a little irritating in a fun way, stubborn, protective, etc, but you can also see him be SO messy and SO angry and SO reckless and it’s… the best lol! If one of my characters could come to life, I’d want it to be him, lol, he’s very human and real and fun in this tangible way!

[casspurrjoybell-23]

LOST and FOUND - Chapter 4 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

"No fucking way. You've got to be kidding me."

I shot to my feet and scanned my eyes over the backyard until I saw my mother talking to her sister on the other side of the yard.

I started stalking over to her and I heard Liam call my name but I ignored him.

I weaved in and out of other family members until I reached my mother.

When I was right next to her, I hissed...

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What?" she asked, turning to look at me.

She truly seemed confused.

"Derek Goodwin? You can't just invite some gay guy you know here to set me up. You just can't do that," I knew my voice was getting loud but I couldn't stop it.

My emotions were becoming too much for me to control it.

My mother raised her eyebrows.

Her voice became louder too, almost matching mine.

"I just want you to be happy, Beau."

"I was happy," I yelled.

"But you didn't care about that, did you?"

I could feel all eyes in the backyard on us.

"That man was only one year younger than your father. It wasn't right, Beau."

I stepped back, blinking as if I had just been slapped.

I knew my mother had never approved of my relationship with Harrison but she had never come out and said so candidly that she thought it was wrong.

I took another step back, seeing that my mother had a guilty expression on her face.

She knew she'd just ruined something between us.

I wasn't sure I could ever forgive her for saying that about the only relationship that had ever truly meant something to me.

I took one last step back and turned around.

"Beau," my mother said but I just shook my head and walked to the house, family members moving to let me pass.

Everyone was staring, giving me all the same sad, pitying look.

Just added some fuel to the gossip fire.

I went inside the house and upstairs to my old room.

When I walked inside it was like teenage me had just slapped me across the face.

I was too hurt and angry to laugh at the horribly tacky posters I had on my wall, like the sweaty underwear model with rippled abs.

I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the poster.

It actually kind of looked like a young, clean shaven Jona.

One side of my mouth quirked up before I continued to sulk.

What did it matter that I liked older guys?

I was an adult.

I had been of legal age when Harrison and I got together.

We had been doing nothing wrong.

He had liked being in charge and I had liked someone there to be in control and take care of me.

We had fit together perfectly and most people saw that, they saw how much we loved each other.

But none of it had ever mattered to Mom.

She didn't care how happy I was or how good Harrison was to me.

Thinking about how much she disapproved of my relationship with my dead boyfriend made me realize that she would never, ever approve of Jona.

It didn't matter that he was making me feel good for the first time in months, since Harrison had died.

None of that would be good enough for her.

She wanted to set me up with someone she thought was a good match but that was someone I hadn't had the slightest interest in in all the time we lived near each other.

I moved off my bed and went to sit on the chair at my desk.

I smiled, touching an old journal that I used to write in.

It hadn't been important enough to pack when I moved in with Harrison.

Lots of this stuff wasn't.

I was young, in love and I had only needed the handsome boyfriend I was moving in with.

All this junk had been nothing to me after I met him.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I became tense, waiting to see if someone would knock on my door.

Only after a few seconds I heard another set of footsteps coming up the stairs but much quicker than the first.

There was one knock on the door and I just stared and then I heard...

"Look, man. Now isn't a good time," that was Liam's voice.

"I only wanted to talk to him. It looked like he was really upset," and that voice belonged to Derek Goodwin.

'Great. Just fucking perfect but it seemed like Liam was going to get him to go away which I was so thankful for.'

"He is really upset," said Liam.

"But trust me, you trying to talk to him will not make him feel better."

"When your mom invited me, she made it sound like he was interested in finding a boyfriend," Derek said.

I pursed my lips... wanting to scream... wanting to yell... 'I'm not.'

Liam sighed.

"I'm sorry she mislead you but Beau is not going to be ready for a relationship anytime soon. Let's go back downstairs..."

After that I heard their voices trail off and footsteps retreating downstairs.

I sighed and turned back to look at the journal on the desk.

I got curious and flipped it open.

I skim read some things about going to community college and what I had been up to at that time in my life.

I stopped when I started reading an entry about a time I hadn't thought about in a long time.

I bit my lip to keep it from trembling and I started to read, just trying to remember everything that had happened that day.