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theaawalker · 1 year ago

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Delusional | Lex Luthor x Fem!OC [1-Shot]

Pairing: Lex Luthor x Rose Holloway Song Inspo: Delusional by Simon Curtis Word Count: 2,433 Summary: desperate to get out under her tyrannic mother's corporative thumb, executive secretary Rose Holloway submits an application for an opening at LexCorp. Much to her surprise, she is asked to interview the next week. The pay is pretty good, and this Lex guy couldn't be as awful as her mother. What could go wrong? Warnings: mild mentions of parental abuse Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

Last thing I remember from my dream was having to tell my angry mother the news about my job. That was enough to get me awake. I scrambled around in my covers and opened my eyes, squirting as the light from the curtains hit my face. At first, I just closed my eyes to block them from the sunlight. But then I realized it was morning, and I forgot to set my alarm last night! I was going to be late on the first day!

I pushed my covers off my body and climbed out of bed, ignoring my slippers that awaited my feet. I looked at my alarm clock, and, as if taunting me, it read 12:21 PM. I grabbed my already ready work attire and took a quick shower. I put on my clothes, did my hair, applied some makeup (not too much, because I don't wanna look as desperate as I was), and brushed my teeth. Into my mall closet I went, searching for some shoes to go with my outfit.

I did my best to fix myself a nutritious breakfast. Nutty bars seemed like the way to go, but they get stuck in my teeth. The last thing I wanted was to be humiliated on my first day - I hadn't felt like that since high school. I managed to make due with a glass of orange juice; just when I put the cold glass to my mouth, a car honked outside. I groaned to myself, knowing who it was, "Mom."

Rushing out the house, I barely remembered to lock the door. I hadn't told my mom about my application for LexCorp, so I knew she was gonna drive to her building instead. That meant I had to somehow sneak past her and make it to LexCorp in time. It's not that far... I hope.

I swung my business bag around my shoulder and got to the car. Only it wasn't my mom's car. It was... nicer and more modern. The windows were tented so I had no idea who was inside. I didn't know what to do, so I sorta stepped back. The window suddenly rolled down, revealing a face I had known for my whole life.

"Mary!" I squealed with delight, and relief.

"Get in." She ordered. "Or you're gonna be late." I had told her about my application. Well, I told her not to tell our mom about the application. "I can't thank you enough, Mare Bear." I said as I hopped into the nice vehicle. Mary looked at me as she took the wheel.

"You can start by not calling me Mare Bear, Nose." I had to smile at that. She and I call each other cute names sometimes. She calls me nose because, apart from my lips, my nose is my most dominant feature.

"Hang on, little sister." She said, pulling out of my driveway. "LexCorp, here we come."

(Time Skip - At LexCorp Parking)

Butterflies fluttered in my thin stomach as we approached my future workplace. It was so weird; seeing it on the computer was one thing, but being there was another. The building looked so full of purity, energy, and technology. I started to wonder if I could really help improve it. I mean, I wasn't anything more than a secretary of a fashion magazine editor. Also, I had no idea if they'd even accept me. I knew that my mom would hire me because she knew me, but this Lex Luthor probably didn't even know I existed until last week.

"Well, here we are. LexCorp Industries." Mary gave an introduction. I released the sigh I'd been holding in since we pulled up. "Aren't you going in, or...?"

"What if I'm not good enough, Mary?" I blurted out my worry. Mary gave me an eye roll and held my shoulder. "Look. These guys may have worked here longer than you but that doesn't make them better. For all you know, by this time tomorrow you could be doing all their jobs. Besides, any treatment you get is better than mom's." She had such a good point. It was either this or back to being paid to be yelled at by your mom.

"Okay," I finally said, "I'll-I'll do it." She gave me a nod, and I nodded in returned. We leaned in for a hug, and she wished me luck one last time. I bet was gonna need it. I can't focus when I'm nervous, and when I can't focus I screw things up. But there was no way I was spending another day at that fashion hell. So I picked my bag up and got out of the car.

Mary waved at me as she drove off. I waited until she was out of sight, and slowly spun around to face the building again. It looked so massive and complex. This may sound weird, but it kind of terrified me. I shook if out though, and marched toward it with a high head.

Inside was not much different than the outside. People were scattered everywhere, and they all looked worthy of being there. One lady walked past me wearing all black with the coolest haircut. I touched my rough, brown hair to find it a plain straight. I never thought I'd say this but I wish I had a rubber band right about now. The place wasn't crowded, but it was far from being empty.

I looked around for any clue to where Lex's office was. I had an interview with him in ten minutes and I couldn't even find him. I decided to ask one of the employees. I walked further into the work hall until I saw something out of the ordinary. There, in the middle of the room, about six men were playing basketball. I tried to process an excuse for what I was seeing. 'Maybe they're testing their body maneuvers for a video game?' was all I could think of.

Basketball or not, they didn't look as intimidating as everyone else. So I walked up to the court and tapped on the shoulder of closest one, who appeared to be in the middle of shooting.

I cleared my throat.

"Excuse me." He turned and smiled at me. He had strawberry-blonde locks that curled by his jawline. His eyes were blue and playful, and reminded me of two blue balls. He was shorter than me, but only by about an inch. "Sorry to interrupt your game, but I was wondering if you knew where Lex Luthor's office is." He gave me and odd smile.

"Hm. You must my new secretary. How are you? Lex Luthor. Welcome to my little LexCorp." The man held out his hand to me. I looked at it, and, ever so hesitantly, shook it.

Raising an eyebrow, I asked. "You're Lex Luthor?" He odd smile turned into a cheeky one as he giggled.

"Indeed I am. Alexander Luthor Jr., in your presence." He said, slight bowing his head. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't confused. He looked so young, way too young to be running a business. "I'm sorry, I'm confused. You look so..."

"Young? Well..." he turned away for a second to throw the through the hoop. "Age is just a number, correct? And there are infinite numbers to compare to mine, so there's no use in trying to be any other."

I just looked from him to the net and swallowed. "I guess that sounds right."

"Great! Hm. Yes, yes. You are here for the job." He said, eyes darting down in remembrance. "Executive secretary if I recall." Before I knew it he had his hand on my shoulder blade, and we began walking down the hall to I-have-no-idea-where. But I simply nodded and played along.

"Um, yeah. I used to work as one at my old job."

"Old job, mm? Might I ask where?" I didn't bother looking at him to answer, I just kept my head forward. And judging by my sight, we were headed for an escalator. "Nowhere special. Just a stupid fashion magazine corporation." I scratched my forehead as we boarded the escalator. I let Lex go first, being as though I had no idea where to go beyond the escalator. The rising staircase made my body feel like it was lifting by itself.

"I see," Lex said. "That explains your chose of clothing décor. Anyway, tell me- Wait! Silly me. I forgot to request your name." He addressed, stepping off his step and placing his foot on the smooth, white tile floor. I copied his movement and we returned to our original pace.

The hallway was all white, and filled with white doors. Any one of those could be mine. All I had to do was get an interview with Lex. First, we had to get to his office.

"My name's Rose. Rose Lee Holloway." I offered a kind smile, one which was returned.

"Rose. Hm." His eyes darted up in thought. "The Latin origin of rose, a flower name from Rosa." He looked back at me. "Did you know the Normans brought Latin to Britain in the 11th century?"

I shook my head. Lex just put his hands in his pockets and stared ahead. "Are you interested in alien studies and research?"

"Um, no. Only what I read on the news about Superman. But do find the fact that one is living here funny."

This made Lex chuckle. "How do you mean?"

"I mean, an alien protecting a species that's not his own just makes us look inferior. Why should we rely on a humanoid destructor rather than weapons of defense? It just sounds dumb."

Lex snapped his finger and pointed at me. "Exactly, Rosie. May I call you Rosie?" 'If I get this job he can call me anything he wants.' I thought.

But I simply replied, "If you want."

We reached the end of the hallway, where, to our right, sat a giant silver door.

"Follow me." Lex led us down the pathway and opened the giant door for me. "In you go." I slipped past him and almost tripped when I saw Lex's office. That place was like two master bedrooms in one giant space. There were chairs in there I've never seen in my life! And that's saying something since my mom used redecorated our living room almost every year.

I was so in shock that I didn't even notice Lex walk past me to his desk chair. I strolled to the front of his desk and sat in small chair, where Lex was seated on the table. He grinned at me, making me even more nervous. We both knew what was about to happen.

"Humor me. What got you interested in this position?"

"I've had previous experience with executive assistance, such as memoing, filing, answering phone calls, and prepping schedules. I also dabble in digital art, so if you need any promo or posters, well, I'm your gal." I chuckled nervously, and he just stroked his chin. "Ahem. I admire what this company has done for the ecosystem repair in other countries. Between partnering with other green companies and philanthropy fundraisers, it- you have really great work." Then it got quiet. "...yeah."

Lex leaned forward, knuckling his silvery desk's edge, and looked into my soul. He studied every inch of my face, my eyes... my soul. It was like he was trying to read my mind. When he got his answer, he exhaled.

"Hm." His lips twitched. "Hm-mm, yes. You have the gaze of a woman on the run." Lex said softly, almost sorrowful, like a therapist. "A lioness, mm, trying to strike out of the pride, make it on her own. Tell me, dear Rosie, who-oh-who are you running from?"

My head drew back and I nearly gulped. Was this man actually telepathic? Either way, he seemed to have me figured out. There was no use in denying it further. If honesty got me a job, then honesty it'll be. I just wish it wasn't such a sore subject.

"My mother." My tongue suddenly tasted foul and acidic. "She's not a very nice mother. Or boss."

"Mommy issues," Lex gestured to me, "meet daddy issues," he gestured to himself, making us both chuckle weakly. I supposed it made sense, hurt child meets hurt child. I wondered to what extend his father hurt him, but put off the question as taboo for an interview.

"Anyhow," he leaned back and continued, "mind if I ask you some professional questions?" He asked, making a yuck face as the word 'professional'.

"Yes, go ahead." I straightened my posture.

"Alrighty. How did you like the building so far?" That was not the question I expected him to ask first, but it was his company. 'Get hired, Rose, get hired.' I cheered myself on.

"Ummm... It's very detailed and finely organized, Mr. Luthor. It's techy but also really chill. Just feels like a good environment people-wise." If my resume didn't cut it maybe sucking up to him would. But he just waved it off.

"Please, call me Lex. It's only fair since I'm calling you Rosie." He had a point. "But does it look like the kind of place you want to work at?"

I looked around the spacious, flawless, white room and sighed. Such a long way from that undersized, secretary desk my mom forced me in.

My pitiful eyes found Lex again. "Very much."

Out of nowhere, Lex suddenly clapped near my face. "Fantastic! Then congratulations, Ms. Rosie. You're hired!" I had to clear my ears to make sure I heard him right.

"Wait, what? I'm hired?" He just nodded like an excited child. "But what about the interview?" I asked, still not understanding his reasons behind hiring me. He bent from his spot on the table to open up a drawer beside his legs.

"That was the interview, my dear Rosie. It began from I first introduced myself." He then pulled something out of the drawer; a red cylinder candy, and offered it to me. "Jolly Rancher?" I gave a clearly puzzled look, raising my eyebrow. "It's cherry." He offered again.

With nothing to lose except my job there, I accepted.

"Okay." I smiled tightly.

But instead of handing it to me, Lex leaned in to put it in my mouth himself. For a second, I felt his cold, steel fingers brush on the tip of my lips before departing. Then he licked those fingers and smiled from ear to ear like nothing happened.

Being the kind person I am, I gave the smile back. He might have been a bit odd, but I had a feeling Lex was gonna grow on me.

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 2 years ago

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Can’t Help Falling in Love- B.Barnes

Summary: A snowy day in the Barnes Household, Bucky baking with his daughter, his wife and son busy decorating their house for the holiday.

Pairings: Bucky x fem!Reader, Dad!Bucky x OC!Twins Sarah and Stevie

Fic Warnings: Bucky as a girl dad, Bucky is a good husband, use of Y/N, Female Reader

Author’s Note: To those who celebrate, happy Thanksgiving! I suck at ending fics so if there are any suggestions please let me know, they are welcomed. My asks are open so if you have any questions or suggestions please feel free to send them in.

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Word Count: 840

Hope you enjoy! :)

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A chilly December morning, snow dancing through the sky, the Barnes family was getting their cozy home ready for the upcoming holidays. Bucky was in the kitchen baking with one of the twins, Sarah. His wife was in a cleaning frenzy, cleaning every nook and cranny of the house and the other twin, Stevie, he was helping his mom clean up, manning the vacuum for her. They were hosting Christmas in their new house, they had bought it in November and had just finished making it into a home. They were excited but the two adults stressed out over the fact that they were having people stay over and they still had so much to do.

There were still boxes scattered around that Bucky had moved up to the attic for the time being, their picture frames still needed to be hung on the walls, their Christmas tree still hadn’t gotten put up yet, the bookshelf in the living room had only books on it and none of their family photos or sentimental knick-knacks. That was what Y/N was doing after she had finished cleaning. She enlisted the help of Stevie and the two of them got their sentimental items up in no time. When it came time to hang pictures, however, she knew she needed Bucky’s help for that.

She was clumsy and was prone to injuring herself doing mundane tasks like putting on clothing. She knew that if she was going to be hanging pictures, she’d hit her hand with the hammer countless times before actually getting the nail in the wall. So, she made her way into the kitchen where Bucky and Sarah were at the counter, backs turned, mixing dough in the stand mixer. The two of them sporting matching braids, Bucky having a single french braid down the middle and Sarah having french braid pigtails. Y/N padded her way behind her husband, her arms snaking around his waist and her forehead resting on the center of his back.

“Hi mama, wanna help us make cookies?” Bucky asked his wife, his hands grabbing hold of her forearms, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I’ll leave that to the professionals. When you’re all done, can you help me get the pictures up on the wall? I’m clumsy and Stevie can barely lift the hammer,” She replied, planting a kiss on the back of his left shoulder at the end of her sentence.

“I most certainly can help you, but you need to taste test our chocolate chips first. It’s your favorite recipe of mine, made them just for my girls.” Bucky had turned in his wife’s arms, holding a cooled chocolate chip cookie out for her to eat. She took a bite and nearly melted at the taste. Bucky had a way about making cookies, no matter what, they always turned out so flavorful and delicious. Of course she went in for another bite, then another, until the cookie was gone. Bucky let out a chuckle as he wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumbs. “I take that you liked them, see that princess? I told you mommy would love our cookies.”

“Of course I would, two of my favorite people in the whole world made them. Good job, my loves,” She turned to her daughter and started to whisper, “I know you did all of the hard work. They were the best cookies I’ve ever tasted.” She knew Bucky could hear her but she did that intentionally. Sarah’s little face lit up at her mother’s praise, giving her a big hug and a big kiss on the cheek. “I love you, princess. Why don’t you go help your brother get some of the decorations up? Give yourself a break from baking for a little while.”

“I love you too, mommy! I’ll make sure Stevie doesn’t mess up the garland like last year,” Sarah replied before rushing out of the kitchen to her twin.

Bucky’s hands had now found their way to Y/N’s waist, resting right above her hips. Her arms had found their way around his neck, her hands messing with the end of his braid. He had grabbed her phone and changed the Christmas music that was playing to a playlist that Y/N had made when they first got married. It was a mix of songs that the two of them loved, songs that reminded them of each other, some of them were just some classic love songs. The first song that came on was a cover of an old classic, Can’t Help Falling in Love by Haley Reinhart.

The two of them swayed gently to the music, getting lost in each other. Bucky had leaned down and connected their lips into a sweet kiss, only to get interrupted seconds later by their children fake vomiting at the sight. All that was heard the rest of the night was the laughter of the two children and their parents, holiday music playing throughout the house and the occasional suggestion from Alpine.

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year ago

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

this chapter is short and sweet! get ready to meet lots more wayne’s next chapter!

part six

❝ HOME SWEET HOME ❞

SATURDAY — 10:47AM

BENTLEY ONLY WOKE UP ONCE IN THE NIGHT. The first time, he glanced over at Nightwing to find that he had fallen asleep in the recliner. The book he’d been reading was resting on his chest. The sun was rising dimly out the window, and the sudden change in brightness made Bentley’s headache worse, so he put the blanket over his head and went back to sleep.

The second time, however, the sun was fully shining through the windows, turning the safe-house gold, and a few smells and quiet music that Bentley didn’t recognize were emanating from the kitchen.

He pushed himself upright, blinking at the sunlight that stung his eyes. His head definitely felt better than it had earlier. But now his stomach was practically eating itself from the inside out, since he hadn’t eaten or drank anything in a solid two days.

The recliner Nightwing had been inhabiting was empty. The child slowly realized that, when Dick Grayson wasn’t saving the city as Nightwing, he probably had a job. And he was currently missing it to take care of him.

That only made Bentley feel more guilty about this whole thing than he already did. He pushed his deep red hair out of his eyes, glancing back through the doorway of the kitchen. “…Nightwing?”

A mere second after the word escaped his lips, Nightwing’s head poked from the kitchen into the living room with a large smile. “Hey there, sleepyhead!”

Bentley smiled faintly back, and let it fade as soon as the vigilante disappeared back into the kitchen. He was still in his (albeit faded) bloody Nightwing suit, and that made Bentley feel even more guilty.

“Your stomach seemed to be protesting your lack of food in your sleep, so I thought I’d get up and make us something,”

Bentley cringed, and he was glad Nightwing wasn’t in there to see his face turn beet red.

“I hope you like pancakes! It’s just about the only thing I can make that isn’t microwaveable. If you don’t I’ll be more than happy to make something else, though. Or… try,”

Bentley, once he recovered from his terrible embarrassment, decided he should get off the couch for once. He pushed himself up and, fighting off a slight wave of vertigo, walked up to the threshold of the kitchen and peered inside.

The vigilante was working over the stove, so focused his tongue was sticking out the side of his mouth. He had a plate next to him full of what looked like chocolate chip pancakes, and a few more on a large pan. His black hair was wet, like he’d taken a shower, which made Bentley feel a little better about keeping him in his Nightwing costume for so long. The kitchen was elongated and thin, with an island in the middle and a little two person dining table in a small space off to the left.

What did I tell you about invading my privacy?!

Bentley began to retreat back to the couch, already formulating an apology for peeking in at him, but Nightwing spoke before he even made it out of the doorway.

“How are you feeling?” The vigilante asked, glancing backwards at the child momentarily before focusing back on the food. Bentley blinked. Nightwing’s hands were too preoccupied with the pan and the batter to hurt him, unless he just chucked the entire pan at his face. He might be able to dodge projectiles if he stayed in the doorway. So he stayed.

“Better,” He muttered. He hadn’t even realized the sunlight wasn’t bothering him that much anymore. “My… head doesn’t hurt so bad.”

“That’s good. You bounce back fast. You should’ve seen me the first time I had a concussion. I was on bed rest for like, a whole week. Throwing up and everything.”

Bentley smiled faintly. It was strange — having someone just, speak to him. It wasn’t often at home that the silence was filled. Only during meetings, when mindless banter and boring chatter echoed through the halls. Extended silence was a good indicator that his father was angry at him. But Nightwing seemed to be a master at filling silence. He’d done it in the alley, and when he was fixing up Bentley’s face, and now. And the kid wasn’t going to lie and say he didn’t enjoy it just a little bit.

“I fell off the bleachers at school right on my head. Someone challenged me to do a one-arm handstand on them,” He tutted, flipping a pancake on the pan. “Gym floors aren’t very good for the head.”

Bentley’s smile grew a little less fake when he imagined a young Dick Grayson falling off of some bleachers.

The vigilante fiddled with the last pancake before flipping it onto the impressive pile of identical ones teetering on a plate. He turned the oven off and moved the pan to the sink.

“I don’t know what you like on pancakes, but there’s some syrup and whipped cream here. And like, four tubs of chocolate frosting in the pantry, if you’re into that,”

Bentley shrugged lightly, not moving from his spot in the doorway. “I’ve… never had pancakes before.”

The realization that oh yeah this kid said he was homeless only flashed across Nightwing’s face for a split second before he saved with a shrug: “Guess we’ll just have to try them all, then.”

Bentley watched silently as Nightwing moved the food to the table, gathering things from the fridge and the pantry. He eyed the child, who didn’t seem keen to move.

“You can come sit at the table if you want to. Or not. You can eat wherever.”

Bentley nodded, taking a few hesitant steps toward the little dining table. He sat in the chair closest to him and pulled his knees up.

It took a while for Bentley to convince himself to eat. Not that he didn’t want to, but food had always been something his father held over his head for control. When he was obedient, he got food, and when he wasn’t, he didn’t. And it took him about fifteen minutes to convince himself Nightwing wasn’t going to do that.

The hero told him more ridiculous stories from the other side of the table — some from his time as a hero, some from before, all the while skillfully keeping his identity as Dick Grayson hidden. He never mentioned anything about Bentley eating, but the kid did notice his smile get a little bigger when he started to.

He listened to him talk for a long time, and really enjoyed it. It came so naturally to him — Nightwing could probably talk for hours on end. Bentley found it… impressive. For a superhero. Words were something that were so easy to twist and use as ammunition that he thought vigilantes would be on the quiet side, for the sake of their identities. Words had been haunting Bentley since he was tiny, and he wasn’t even close to being a hero. Saying the wrong thing got him hurt. Admitting something made him weak. Speaking out of turn often went punished. He thought that would all be magnified for a superhero — but Nightwing spoke without reproach about everything and nothing, and didn’t seem the least bit bothered by it.

Bentley loved listening to him.

Once they’d succeeded at spending way too long at the table, and Bentley realized chocolate milk was the single best thing anyone had ever created, Nightwing put the dishes in the sink and started cleaning up.

“I have something I want to ask you,” He started, while putting all their strange condiments back in the fridge. Bentley didn’t like the way that sounded. He pulled his knees back up (he’d put them down when he was comfortable enough listening to Nightwing.) and wrapped his arms around them.

The hero made his way back to the table, returning to his previous seat. He still had a small smile, but it was more serious this time, like he was about to ask something really important. He put his hands on the table and Bentley eyed them coldly.

“I want you to be completely honest, that’s why I’m asking. Alright?” Nightwing stated, watching the child across the table, who nodded hesitantly. “If I were to find you a good place to stay, would you give it a try?”

Bentley knew this was going to happen soon. Just when he’d started to get a bit comfortable with the vigilante, nonetheless.

But he also knew Nightwing wouldn’t dare give him to a stranger. He was talking about the Wayne’s, he had to be. Who else would he know off the top of his head to take in a kid? Going to Wayne Manor was the whole point of his father’s plan. He had to.

But. He didn’t. Like. Want to?

“I… can’t just stay with you?” Bentley questioned, diverting his gaze from the vigilante’s face and focusing on the tabletop instead. Watching the man’s hands.

Nightwing snickered faintly. “Aw, kiddo, I’d love for you to stay with me. But…” He shrugged. “I… don’t think I’d be able to give you what you deserve. What you need.”

Bentley knew that was nonsense. He’d lived with his father for ten years, on half as much care and gentleness as Nightwing had given him in one night, and he was still alive. Why on earth did Nightwing think he wasn’t good enough? He was better than good enough.

“It’s a nice place with a good family, where you’ll be safe,” He continued, rapping the table with his fingertips. “I trust them completely, and… wouldn’t offer if I didn’t think it was the best option for you. There’s… not very many choices in a situation like this, kiddo.”

Bentley knew exactly what that meant. Social services. Foster care. And that would be one disaster of a mess.

“I’ll even come check on you during patrols, if you want me to,” Nightwing added, shifting slightly in his chair.

Bentley rested his chin on his knees. It was kind of ridiculous to be comforted by that, since Dick Grayson already spent a lot of time in that house — and Nightwing literally was Dick Grayson — but Bentley found himself asking anyways: “You would?”

“Definitely,” Nightwing nodded. Dick Grayson. Whatever.

As nerve-wracking as heading into a new household right after he’d gotten a little used to this one sounded, he knew he had to. The other option was foster care or jumping out a window. Neither of which would end well. He had to get into the Wayne’s because it’s what his father told him to do.

He sucked in a deep breath and blew it out. “Do you promise?”

“I promise. I’ll even memorize what window is yours,” Nightwing smiled faintly. “Hopefully I won’t fall on my head again trying to get to it.”

Bentley smiled just a little bit, but it was enough to make Nightwing’s face brighten.

“Okay,” The child muttered, fiddling with the hem on the bottom of the sweatpants. “I’ll go.”

“Great,” Nightwing stated, smiling. “You’re so brave, Bentley. Maybe one of the bravest kids I’ve ever met. You know that?”

What in the world about this situation made him brave?

Bentley said nothing, but shrugged instead. Doing everything his father said because he was scared of getting hurt didn’t seem very brave.

But Nightwing seemed convinced. So Bentley went along with it, trying to figure out what in the world made a superhero call him brave.

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dedicated to @sassenashsworld 💛

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dandyd · 2 years ago

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Fic Recs!

Hi! This is just a masterlist of all of my favorite works (some Tumblr wouldn't let me reblog :( so I'm putting them here too)! It's more or less a way for me to find my favs easier, but if you find this and wanna snoop through, you're more than welcome to!

Everything that is indented will be what the fic is about/a synopsis.

Ps. I categorize "full fics" as anything with more than 1 part or a series

Kpop

Full fics

Stray Kids

Sanguis Limerence - (Vampire!chan x reader x Vampire!minho)

"You have a job to do. That job is simple, in of itself. Yet the elusive vampire family you find yourself entangled with, the target of your job, makes things anything but straightforward. Can you traverse the thin lines between right and wrong when harsh truths are exposed and realities come to light? Can you resist the allure of danger, the appeal of the unknown? Experience this story of unlikely friendships, lurking threat, and entirely unexpected love."

SKZ Imprinted - (werewolf!skz x reader)

Individual stories that have OC’s in your place if you want to read the others’ stories! I highly recommend reading them all in order to get everyone’s full story! This writer also has a Seventeen Imprinted series that is also SO good! (Everything they write is amazing!)

Red Moon - (Werewolf!SKZ x reader) (Yes, all of them. But mainly Chan and Hyunjin)

"Hana’s life was planned out perfectly. She would marry the pack alpha, become Luna and do her duties. But the appearance of a mysterious stranger turns her life inside out she finds herself outcast and alone. Will she find her new home in Chan and his pack of strays? Will she find what she’s been looking for all along in the mysterious alpha? Or will everything crumble under her again?"

Bite Me - (vampire!felix x reader)

"you're more than familiar with the concept of 'beards' - you've been one for a few of your gay friends to protect them from the suspicious glares of their families within the horribly conservative korean society. however when lee felix - infamous at yonsei for breaking men's hearts - asks you, someone he has spoken to maybe twice, to pretend to date him so he can shake the rumours and prove he really isn't gay, you find yourself caught up in a very complex situation, a mild identity crisis and… wait - are those fangs???"

Light in the Dark - (Vampire!chan x reader)

"You knew the fairy tales were true, you knew Oddinaries existed but you also knew you were an ordinary human who wasn't considered interesting to anyone. At least that is what you thought you knew." (all of skz are different supernatural creatures) (a person who has AMAZING stuff!)

A Thump in the Night - (vampire!hyunjin x reader) (going to be more than one part?)

Uninvited - (Hybrid!chan x witch!reader) (ft. Vampire!felix, Vampire!hyunjin, and witch!jisung)

Unhinged - sequel to uninvited^

No Nut November with SKZ

This is a series of imagines (one per member) of the boys participating in nnn and it is pure glorious filth.

Hierarchy - (Mafia!Changbin x reader) (kinda mafia!felix x reader)

"You have always been utterly uninteresting, safely boring as close. You had a normal job, normal friends and the sweetest bestie on the planet but now everything is upside down and that best friend of yours is far more dangerous than you could have ever imagined." (All of their stuff is SO good so I tagged the whole masterlist but this is very specifically about Hierarchy)

Ateez

Blinding Lights - (mafia!Seonghwa x reader) (also kinda a hongjoong x reader)

"You are your father’s daughter. he taught you everything - how to lie, how to steal, how to kill. but after your younger sister’s marriage, it was only a matter of time before you were paired off with someone. your parents arrange a marriage with a powerful and dangerous up-and-comer who is determined to dethrone your father as king of the underworld. your match is a no-brainer - you and park seonghwa are not only perfect together, you are the best. The two of you are like new royalty - and you would stop at nothing to keep control."

Horizon - (pirate!hongjoong x reader)

"Once a princess of a kingdom you loathed to call yours, you have somehow found yourself aboard a pirate ship, stuck on the ocean waves. Now you try to figure out how to escape them, but as you continue to journey with them, you find yourself wondering if you even want to."

Treasure - (pirate!hongjoong x reader)

"The formidable pirate king Hongjoong and his crew aboard the ATEEZ are in search of something left by their mentor and forebear, Eden. Will they find Eden and his treasure or will they succumb to the many enemies and dangers of the seas, losing their way and each other?"

Pirate King - (pirate!ateez x reader)

"Life as an amnesiac on board a pirate ship ruled by the one and only Pirate King doesn’t seem very promising, but hey, anything’s better than becoming shark food." (honestly the best thing I have ever read)

Instructions Unclear - (android!San x reader)

"While walking home from work one day, you stumble upon an android from the world up-top, a world you were sure you would never be able to experience. once he opens his eyes, you become his master."

NCT

NCT as werewolves

A series of fic with beautiful moodboards/aesthetics to go with!

Vigilantes - (NCT x Superpowered!reader)

NCT werewolf au

"In a world where omega werewolves are a commodity and alphas can go feral/crazy with the need to ‘breed’ them when they’re in heats, things are rough for a pack of 23 alphas." (Each fic can stand alone, but they are in chronological order) (Johnny’s is a personal fav)

Humanity - (Kun x reader) (zombie apocalypse au)

"This is a story dedicated to people and their silly ventures and ways—hope, fear, familiarity, and adoration. Nothing short of catastrophic, but nothing short of human."

Stay Alive - (NCT Dream x platonic!reader)

"Nobody was ready for a zombie apocalypse. you were definitely not ready for a zombie apocalypse. while contemplating just giving up and accepting your fate, you meet a group of boys. life may seem pointless now, but at the very least, you now have a reason to stay alive."

Others (and multiples)

Post Mortem (Haechan x reader) (Zombie apocalypse au) (ft. skz and the dreamies)

Blood Red Skies - (Mafia! Bang Chan x reader) (mafia!skz, mafia!ateez, pirate!ateez)

"Spending most her time in the library and doing anything to keep herself distracted from her life is what Y/N has learned over the years but the situation changed in a matter of seconds and never did she even think of coming face to face with a mafia. She has to make the decision for her life which seems like it will be no different from what it already is." (All of their stuff is good but Blood Red Skies is at the bottom of their masterlist)

The Last of Us - (Kim Taehyung x reader) (zombie apocalypse au)

Dead by Dawn - (Kim Namjoon x reader) (zombie apocalypse au)

"You start to notice things in your small town turn weird. Thinking not much of it, you continue to live as you had been for the past couple of years. What happens when your simple conclusions turn into something more terrifying?"

Survive the apocalypse with BTS

A list of zombie fics

Imagines

Stray Kids

Heartbeat - (Chan x reader)

just a cute rainy day fic

Bad Neighborhood - (mafia!Changbin x reader)

Lost Notebook - (chan x reader) (zombie apocalypse au)

"It’s the end of the world as you know it. You’re alone and overhear a dangerous conversation. Should you help them?"

Vampire!hyunjin x reader (Genius writer. I love all of their stuff! just fluffy goodness)

Vampire!felix x reader (more fluffy goodness)

Dad!minho (pure fluff)

Minho x reader

Dad!chan x reader (he is lowkey a "single" dad but he has you)

Cute lil stragazing with Felix drabble

Excuses - (minho x reader)

"You ask your boyfriend for some private dancing lessons, and although he hears you loud and clear, he still manages to believe you're just making up excuses for him to come over."

Where the sun don't shine - (dad!chan x reader)

It really isn't about him or the reader but about their 2 kids going to school. This person has so much dad!skz stuff and they are all so cute!

On My Mind - (roommate!jisung x reader) (college au)

"You and Jisung are stressed over your upcoming exams. You need to clear your heads, but you can't find anything that works. That is, until Jisung suggests watching porn together."

Exhaustion - (best friend!chan x reader) (college au/f2l)

Random texts with skz

Ateez

Illuminate the ocean - (Pirate!Seonghwa x Pirate!reader)

"Seonghwa absolutely hates the idea of having a new captain on board 'Precious' with him and his crew, but he doesn't have a choice because you had insisted. You have a feeling that he isn't as bad as he makes himself seem and you're proven right through nightmares and colourful jellyfish…"

boxer!Yunho x reader (f2l)

Monster Energy Girl - (yunho x mingi x fem!reader) (college au/crack)

Entropy - (Mafia!yeosang x reader)

"Things never went according to plan; career wise, family wise, relationship wise and especially not when you were suddenly saddled with an infant to raise but you learned to roll with the punches. except the next challenge you were about to face wasn't a punch, it was a machine gun."

Dad!yunho x reader

"You come home to find your house a mess, your three girls nowhere in sight and in the middle of the chaos, your loving husband, Yunho, restrained and gagged."

Figure it Out - (streetfighter!Mingi x reader)

"Fighting is tough, fighting illegally isn’t any better but Mingi soon realizes that he’s one bad fight away from losing the most important thing: you."

Eternal Sunshine - (hongjoong x reader)

"You and Hongjoong meet on the train and instantly connect, going from friends to more. however, you're both plagued by a past that you do not remember, and when you both start to dig into it, you realise that your pasts may be connected and the situation might be graver than you thought."

NCT

See You Around - (Superhero!Jaehyun x Superhero!reader)

"You were once part of the world’s most renowned superhero organization, NCTsuper. Now centuries later, you’re still alive and you don’t know where anyone else is or if they are immortal like you too. The last person you expected to see after all these centuries was a member of NCTSuper, nonetheless your biggest rival within the organization. You really don’t want to talk to him, but you really need that milk."

Jaehyun x reader

Morning with jaehyun featuring an adorable little girl.

Not a Single Dandelion - (johnny x reader) (best friends to lovers)

"Johnny Suh has always been your whole entire sun, moon and all of the stars above. wishing for his feelings to finally be reciprocated is no use as you repeat the same ritual every year - not a single dandelion is on your side when you ask the solemn question and blow on the seeds, watching them fly away with your passing youth. years go by, yet, the question is still the same- does johnny suh finally love you back?"

Cry Wolf - (werewolf!haechan x hunter!reader)

"You keep running into an annoying, naked guy in the woods. Him being a werewolf is no excuse, at least not for the annoying part."

Phenomena - (conspiracytheorist!johnny x doctor!reader)

"The majority of your adult life you’ve been practically married to logic and science. until your superiors at the FBI assign you to work with special agent johnny suh on the so-called x-files project—cases that were never solved due to unexplained phenomena. as time goes by, and you chase case after case, you find yourself drifting further from logic… and closer to johnny."

Others

Lets mate.. I mean DATE - (werewolf!Jackson Wang x reader)

"Jackson has been working for you for months now and things have been going perfectly well, up until a single moment turns his world upside down. Suddenly all that occupies his mind and floods his senses is you and he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t figure out why."

Practice Makes Perfect - (Yoo Kihyun x reader)

"Kihyun catches your eye at the pool. You unexpectedly find yourself needing a very specific type of attention from this friend of a friend, and he is happy to help."

Pronoia - (Kim Namjoon x reader)

zombie apocalypse au/college au

Family Traditions - (Park Jinyoung x reader)

fluffy meeting the family trope

All About Luv

A collection of imagines from different groups based on Monsta X’s All About Luv album

Fanart

Bomb ass SKZ moodboards (skz x the walking dead)

1, 2, 3

Gods Menu

Lee Minho

Mark Lee

Marvel

Full fics

I Understand - (Bucky barnes x stark!reader)

"You’re the daughter of Tony Stark, and after meeting the Avengers for the first time, you begin to fall for the one who your father despises most…Bucky Barnes."

Almost Had Me Believing It - (Bucky barnes x reader)

"An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise."

Like the Stars Miss the Sun - (Bucky barnes x reader)

"In the aftermath of the final battle with Thanos, you find yourself once again teaming up to fight with Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, all while trying to navigate the complicated relationship you have with the super soldier."

Imagines

Spooky Season - (Bucky barnes x reader)

Hope and Hopelessness - (Bucky barnes x avenger!reader)

"You get inured on a mission and Bucky makes the biggest mistake of his life."

Fanart

Thor and Loki

Steve is an Asshole

Random/Others

Imagines

Cupid Anonymous - (Spencer Reid x agent!reader)

"Garcia sets up an anonymous valentine’s matching site for fbi agents, and you think it’s the perfect opportunity to get over your work crush, spencer reid."

Childhood Friend - (Spencer Reid x reader)

The ObeyMe boys experience MC’s worst memories of them

A whole ass ObeyMe blog

Blog recs for ObeyMe

Fanart

ObeyMe

ObeyMe meme redraw 1, 2

ObeyMe (Beel and Mammon's ice cream)

ObeyMe Levi

ObeyMe Solomon

ObeyMe x Peter Pan

ObeyMe Lucifer

ObeyMe dad!Mammon

Twilight

Jean AOT

Levi Ackerman 1, 2

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mlfywsly · 1 year ago

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Those Ocean Eyes

Summary: You were new at school and met a boy while watching your best friend rugby practise. Your friends talk to you about him and you know you shouldn't fall in love with him, but you can't help to.

Pairing: Harry Greene x OC!Fem

Warning: Strong language

A/N: My TikTok is full of that "Ocean Eyes" song (i'm not complaining btw) so I though of doing this :3

Not fair...

I entered through the school gate and someone hugged me. I hugged him back.

"I'm so happy you're here, Luna!"

I smiled

"Yeah, me too!"

"Come here, I will introduce you to the boys"

He took my wrist and we started walking until we reached a table with a group of people sat. They looked at us.

"So, these are Charlie, Elle, Tao, Isaac, Darcy and Tara"

I waved my hand a bit nervous.

"Guys, this is Luna. My best friend"

"Hey! Oh, Nick told us a lot about you" Elle said and she let me sit between her and Tao.

"He did? Bad stuff?"

"Of course" Nick said and I laughed

"And you're like... british? How did you met each other?" Tao asked

"Well... actually we know each other since we were babies" I laughed "Our mums are like... very close friends. We live pretty close"

"And why didn't you came to this school until now?" Charlie asked this time

"My dad's job. When I was like five we had to move to LA, so I went to school there"

"Really? Oh, that's so cool!"

"Did americans treat you well?" Darcy asked "I mean, they're pretty awful sometimes"

"Actually no, they're so sweet. At least they were so sweet with us"

"Oh, wow. So you're like... half american"

We keep talking until the bell rang and we have to go to our classes. At the end of the day Nick came to me.

"Hey, I was wondering... would you like to come to my rugby practise? The guys will be there too"

"Yeah, sure!"

"Great! I'll see you then"

I hugged him and I went to my house. I had lunch and around 5.30 p.m. I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and see Darcy and Tara outside.

"Hey! Nick told us that you were coming to the rugby practise. Wanna come with us?"

"We can wait until you're ready"

"Oh, yeah sure! Hold on"

I went upstairs to my room and put my shoes on. I put some make up and grabbed my handbag. I went downstairs and we leave. We arrived five minutes after and we sat down with the rest of the guys. The players started coming out and going to the rugby field. We started talking about everything when suddenly I watched to the rugby field and saw a boy standing next to Nick and smiling. My heart melted. He was so cute...

"Who's him?" I asked confused

"Who is who?"

"That guy next to Nick"

"Don't you even try it!" Tao shouted

I opened my eyes.

"What?"

"He's the most awful guy in the school. You better don't fall for him"

"I didn't fall for him, I don't even know him" I excused myself "I'm just asking because she like talking to Nick. Are they friends or something?"

"Yeah" Tara said "He's his best friend. But he is like the most homophobic dude out here. And he's like you know, that popular rich guy who actually doesn't even care about anything"

"Yeah, he's like one of those stupid bitches who make girls fall in love with him to bum them out. He's not worth it"

"Oh... I see..."

"So don't you dare to fall in love with him!" Tao said "He's not even pretty, so..."

"He's hot" I said "I mean... he may be an arse, but he's pretty hot"

"Luna!"

"Sorry! I'm not falling... I'm speaking facts"

He rolled his eyes while Isaac smiled watching at him.

"It's not even funny, Isaac"

"It is"

We started laughing and Tao sighted. When it was almost midnight when Harry and that guy came in. They said goodbye to each other and that guy left out, after looking at me. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Fuck...

"Earth calling Luna... are you with us?"

I looked at them.

"What? What happened?"

"You gawp looking at Harry" Tao said

"Who's that?"

"That guy we were talking about... you said he was 'hot'"

"Oh..."

Nick laughed

"You really said Harry was hot? What's your problem?"

"Pipe down, mate, he is"

"So you like Harry?"

"How would I? I don't know him"

"So?"

"And I'm not into homophobic dudes"

"It works for me"

We arrived home and I said goodbye to them. I hugged Nick and I went to my dorm. I lay on my bed and all I can though about was that Harry guy. Shit... I grabbed my phone and looked for Nick's insta. When I found it I went to his followers and search for Harry until I found him. I started watching his insta and God, he was soo hot... I blamed myself for even think about it. I turn my phone off and got to bed. Next day, when I arrived school I sat next to Charlie.

"Hey! How did you sleep?"

"Fine" I said smiling

I looked over to one of the tables and saw him. He looked at me with his ocean eyes... I felt like dying. Then I realized what was actually happening and I couldn't believe it. I excused myself and go to the bathroom.

"This can't be happening! Calm down, Luna, calm down. He is just cute, but you're not falling for him, stop being so dramatic. You can think someone's cute without falling for him, right? And you can think someone had the most enchanting ocean eyes you had ever seen in your whole life without... falling for him, right? Right. We're cool, we're not falling for him and we will never. I can do better"

I washed my face and some tears began to fall down my cheeks. I was enchanted to had those ocean eyes looking at me...

You really know how to make me cry when you give me those ocean eyes

I went to my class and can't help but thinking the whole day about him. Stop it, Luna! At the end of the day I walked home with my friends.

"You know he is one of those bitches who bullied Charlie so hard. And not only Charlie, a lot of people more... and he think that's funny, to pick up on someone for no reason and destroy them just to laugh with his friends"

I looked down without saying nothing.

"You must stay out of his line. I mean, he will have no qualms about destroying you as well is he know you fell f-"

"I DID NOT FALL FOR HIM!" I shouted reaching my door with tears in my eyes "Please, stop saying that! I just said he was cute, that doesn't mean I fell for him! I don't even know him but I don't want to! He's awful, he's an arse, he's a fucking son of a bitch! I will never fall in love with someone like him, for God's sake, I have my principles!"

"Wow, I- I'm sorry..." he said with sadness

"I'm sorry for shouting, I just... I had a bad day, I need some rest. Sorry"

I entered to my house and run to my room. I sat on the floor and cover my face with my hands. I broke down crying. How could I fall in love with such an unpresentable dude like Harry? My legs started to bounced and my vision got blurred. I started shaking and I couldn't stop crying, it was hard for me to breath well. Fuck...

I grabbed my phone and texted Nick.

I'm scared...

Minutes later Nick entered to my room and sat next to me. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest, while he put his hand on my chest. He asked me to breath with him and I do it. When I was calmed he hugged me.

"What happened, Luna? You scared me..."

"I'm scared..."

"You did fall for him, didn't you?"

I nodded crying and he hugged me.

"Don't worry... it's okay"

"No! It's not okay! He's awful, I can't just fall for him... I'm being unfaith to myself"

"Sweetie... you can't choose who to fall in love with"

"Not fair..."

"I know, but... that's how life works"

"I hate that"

We just keep that way for a long time until I fall asleep. The next weeks were even worse. I was always thinking about him in class, I couldn't even concentrate. I saw him everywhere and he looked at me sometimes with those ocean eyes... In the rugby matches or practises I kept watching at him. I decided to not deny that I had a crush on him for my mental health but I was still feeling guilty for fell in love with him. I get used to over time. I was starting to accept thst I fell in love with him and even if he was mean it was okay. After all, you can't choose who to fall in love with... I was hoping him to bummed me out so I can move on, but I knew it was gonna be hard. I never felt this way about any other guys I have been in love with.

I've never fallen for quite this high, fallin' into your ocean eyes...

Years kept passing, and now I was about to say goodbye to Nick because he was leaving to uni while I had to stay one more year on Higgs.

"CHARLIE SPRING!" Someone shouted

Me and Charlie started looking around until we saw Harry. My mind was about to blow with what we were seeing. Harry came to us dressed in a 12-years-old cheerleader costume. I was so miffed.

"Thoughts?"

Charlie looked at me confused and then looked at him.

"About the fort or about your thighs?"

I smiled to myself

"Both, mate"

"Both are great" Charlie said "Good job. Keep it up"

I didn't know what to think or react, so I didn't say anything at all.

"I knew the skirt was a good decision. I should do this more often"

"Definitely"

I shaked my head. Minutes later we found Nick and Charlie and him started talking about everything, honestly I felt a little left out, but who cares. Suddenly we heard a 'click' and a laugh. We turned around and see Harry holding Nick's camera, I smiled to myself.

"So bloody romantic" he said "I can't believe I'm gonna find a new couple to cockblock at uni"

"Did you literally just pickpocket me?" Nick asked surprised and annoyed

Harry winks and laugh at him before wandering away again. Nick shaked his head.

"He's so irritating..."

I smiled. At the end of the day I hugged Nick, I was going to miss him. I was about to walk back home when I search for Harry with my eyes. I find him looking at me with his bright eyes. He must been crying and I gave him a shy smile, he looked down and looked at me again. He smiled and entered to his bus. I sighted and let a few tears run out my eyes. I smiled again reminding of all the memories I had in the school, and of course he was in all of them, even if it were bad or good memories, he was there. I smiled thinking of my first love ever, he was my first love, even if he doesn't really knows me. Even if we were not able to have a chance together, he will always be stuck here. In my heart.

Those ocean eyes...

Masterlist

#harry greene #harry greene x reader #harry greene imaginas #heartstopper #heartstopper x reader #netflix #fanfic #one shot #imagine #lgbtq

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multiversxwhore · 2 years ago

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a/n: I’m not even sure if anyone gives a fuck about Spike still, but we love a bad boy over yonder. I never finished btvs and I don’t indeed to. I was team Spike from the moment he came on screen. This whole concept of Spike being down bad for a Black goth baddie would NOT leave my mind after seeing a plethora of TikTok’s. So I hope you all enjoy this plotless, pointless one shot, the oc is 18 years old just fyi, and I’m not sure what the legal drinking age was in the 90s.

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Spike x black!oc

Warnings: mild violence, sexual content, and conversation.

🥀Spike- one shot

Laying on her back in the middle of the deserted street at 10pm, Dreya Morningstar wished she could be having a better night. After all it was Friday, she’s young, and full of life. “The last thing I wanna be doing tonight is stabbing monsters.” She groaned, as she stared up at the bright moon, a rustling came from the bushes. Quickly she jumped up, and into a fighting stance, a sharpened stake gripped firmly in her palm.

What she assumed was the vampire she was lingering around for, jumped out of its hidden shadows and on top of her, he quickly gained control.

“Oh baby, I love it when you wear skirts.” He moaned, she rolled her eyes at the sound of the oh so familiar British accent.

“Spike?”

“The one and only baby.” He grinned arrogantly, while having Dreya pinned to the ground, he trailed kisses from her chin down her neck, and between her breasts.

“What have I told you about interfering with my slaying?” She scolded, she currently wasn’t in the mood to play around. This isn’t the first time he’s basically done her job for her.

“I’m quite fuzzy on that topic, why don’t you jog my memory? I love it when you get all worked up and passionate about vampire hunting.” He snarled playfully as he glanced up at her, the sound of her heart excellerating exciting him all over again. He took his free hand, and placed it on her thigh. Her delicate skin is a soft almond brown, a stark contrast to his paleness, but that’s what attracted him to her so much.

“You do realize if they think I’m not needed here anymore, they’ll send me somewhere else?” She questioned him, her body now relaxed underneath his touch, and her fingers playing with his short curly blonde hair. The cool night breeze caressing her skin almost as gently as Spikes touch.

“Ugh, that bloody council doesn’t care about the good of humanity. If that’s the case they would train more of you.” He argued, and he had a valid point; Dreya just wasn’t in the mood to listen to another one of his political rants.

“That’s not the point babe, Sunnydale isn’t overrun by Council Member vampire Hunter. Which means not only do you fly under the radar, but also no one keeps their eyes on me to see me making out with said vampire in the middle of the road at ten pm.” She giggled teasingly, when the realization of her words finally hit him, he slowly lifted his head. Mischief sparkles in his aegean eyes, the corners of his lips slowly turned upward.

“Ouu how taboo, a slayer, and a vampire fooling around…in secret no less.” Spike purred, he launched at her neck like a lion, and pretended to bike at her neck. His fingers tickled her sides, then he moved to her face to pepper kisses all over. The bushes rustled violently, both Spike, and Dreya stopping in their tracks. After a moment a vampire revealed itself from its hiding spot, fangs out, and blood dripping from its chin. He growled as he stalked towards them.

“Mind if I handle this one?” She looked over at Spike who was already getting to his feet, reaching a hand out to help her off the ground, and then dusted her off.

“Hold on a second.” Spike held his hand out to the vampire who stood dumbfounded, Spike took his time to readjust her skirt, pull a stray leaf from her hair, and fix her lip gloss that smudged onto her chin. Finishing with a kiss to the forehead, Spike stepped aside, and gestured towards the vampire in question.

“Now you may, my darling.” Spike grinned, on que Dreya leaped forward, her foot kicking out, and landing square in the vampire's stomach. He stumbled back a few feet, he groaned in pain from the power of her kick.

“Please tell me that’s not all you got?” She taunted, the vampire got back to its feet, this time he put up more of a fight; although the adrenaline had kicked in, she knew Spike was ready to have some fun. The last punch she threw sent the vampire hurtling into a thick tree trunk, while he was down she took a breath.

“This wasn’t as easy as I expected, you did okay…a decent C plus.” Dreya raised her wooden stake, and brought it down into the vampire's heart.

“Poor bloke, never had a chance.” Spike tisked from behind her, his hands sliding onto her shoulder, and just when he thought he was off the hook Drew turned to him. A serious scowl on her face.

“Next time you interfere, you’ll be joining them.”

“God I love it when you threaten me.”

“Spike.”

“Fine, I know I’m not supposed to but you’ve been working overtime to help Buffy and the Scooby Gang. You deserve to have fun too, that’s what they're doing, partying.” He yet again made an excellent point, Spike may have also had selfish motives for helping. The faster she got done, the longer they could spend the night together before he had to go underground for the rest of the day.

“I get it, your unbeating heart is in the right place. I know you meant well, Spikey, but maybe at least next time warn me if you’re going to volunteer.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, the moon casting a bright light over his face making him appear ghostly. He pouted a bit, he could continue to make arguments about this, but decided against it. Nodding his head silently Spike dropped the subject, instead he began pulling her towards the sidewalk.

“C’mon love, nights still young, I parked the car a little ways from here. Let’s go show the Scooby gang how to party.”

Due to Spike's reckless speeding, we made it to The Bronze in 45 minutes flat; I would never admit this to him outloud but his driving was thrilling. The windows rolled down, and rock music blasting loudly from the speaker, he really knew how to get my heart pumping. Right as we pulled up Buffy is heading inside with Angel, I wiggle my fingers at her. Spike through his arm around my shoulder, he ignored both Buffy, and Angel as he’s still not on speaking terms with them.

“Tough night?” I asked on our way in together, she breathed out heavily, in combination with a deep eye roll said everything.

“I’ll tell you all about it in the morning, I need an alcoholic drink, would it be possible if you used your big girl ID to get me one?” Buffy asked hopefully, she batted her long lashes at me, I looked up at Angel who had shook his head ‘no’ at me from behind Buffy.

“Not a chance kiddo.” I giggled patting her on the head.

“I thought we came here to dance, not chit chat like a bunch of ninny’s.” Spike complained, he had already grabbed onto my hand, and pulled me towards the dance floor at the start of a slow song.

“You don’t have to be so mean.” I pouted, unlike Spike, I was willing to forgive what went down last year with Angel and his whole fight against his dark side.

“I actually do, I’m not like you. I don’t have the capacity to be the tiniest bit of nice to people like Angelous.” He grabbed into my waist pulling me into him closer, his hands sliding dangerously lower down my back for a public place. Spike is all for pda, letting everyone know that I was his, and if anyone dared tried to take me from him, well…things would get wicked.

“Then if that’s how you feel, nothing else matters, especially not right now.” I whispered, I never liked pressuring him into accepting things, even if I knew he’d be better for it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed my forehead to his. We both closed our eyes letting the darkness surround us, before we knew it the song was over. Still caught up in the moment, I pressed my lips to his, hungrily Spiked sucked the flavored gloss off.

“Spend the night with me.” He demanded, a neediness to his tone, seeing Angel always put Spike in a bad mood now. I reached my hand up to caress his ear, like a cat he purred, and leaned into my touch.

“Okay.” I agreed, because how could I say no to him?

Reluctantly pulling away, we walked hand in hand towards the door, Xander and Willow called out to me on my way out.

“Leaving already? You just got here.” Willow pouted, she nursed a fruity looking drunk in her hand, I took note of her outfit; while being covered from head to toe wasn’t too out of the norm for her, anything with lace is.

“Yea, plus I didn’t get a chance to copy your math homework.” Xander blurted out, a goofy grin spreading across his lips, Spike was particularly annoyed with the younger teen. He never liked how he would catch Xander’s eyes lingering for too long on me. He’s threatened to eat the boy on multiple occasions.

“Guys, I’m a senior with a 4.0 gpa, and a full ride, the skies the limit.” I gloated, Spike had started off in the direction of the exit, his hand gripping onto my jacket.

“Aka, spending the night with Spike, and making kissy faces, blah.” Both Willow, and Xander pretended to throw up. I blew them both a kiss as I was halfway out the door.

Quickly Spike packed me into the car, he looked around like a maniac before hopping in the drivers side, and driving off. Even though he sped the whole way back to my home, Spike carefully pulled into my driveway. “It’s only 11 you don’t have to rush.” I tried to calm him down, an eager Spike can be a dangerous one, surely nothing I couldn’t handle but I hate having to fight him.

“I haven’t seen you all day, and the nights almost over.” He rolled his eyes, as he stood closely behind me and watched as I turned the keys to unlock the side doors. Not even halfway to the basement before his lips are pressed to the back of my exposed neck. His hands snake around my waist, then next thing I know I’m swept off my feet, and Spike is carrying me down the basement steps bridle style. He laid me on his bed, we both tore out of our leather jackets, he all but pounced me.

“Spike!” I squealed, his hands grabbing onto any part of my body that wasn’t covered, he loved squeezing my thighs in his hands. Spike always reminds me how much he adores my ‘plumpness’.

“Shout my name again love, gives daddy chills.” He teased haughtily, slowly he unbuttoned his silk black shirt, then he tossed it aside. He took my legs and wrapped them around his waist as he leaned down over me. My hands on either side of his face, our lips meet in the middle in a much more passionate kiss. Spike always gave off the energy of a warm blooded man.

“Spikey, are you all mine?” I purred, my nails grazing his scalp as he trailed kisses down my stomach, and back up to my chest. Looking up at me how he did a few hours ago, but this time he wore a more serious expression.

“I’ve always been yours kitten, since the moment you tried to stab me in the heart.” His voice dropped to a deep melodic tone, he rolled over to lay next to me. Our faces turned to each other as we laid on our backs, one of his hands reached out to touch my face. The tips of his fingers tracing my features.

“Hey Dreya…” he called softly, he looked tired, the longer he decided to force himself to stay away, the sleepier he got. Though it’s just now approaching midnight, Spike was an early sleeper these days.

“Yes my 1 Deadnettle?” I breathed, my eyelids felt heavy as I let out a soft yawn; though I argued with myself about it earlier. I'm glad I decided not to wear makeup. Spike turned on his side facing me, his eyes watching me closely, trailing from my face down to my exposed cleavage. I could tell by the concentrated look on his face that he was listening to my heart, the rhythmic thumping soothed him in a way I didn’t understand.

“I just want to rest with you.” He confessed, the sexual energy from earlier dissipated, his gaze tender. People from the outside looking in would never know how loving he actually is. I felt a sense of pride knowing that I get to see this side of him, and that he trusts me this much to be vulnerable with me. Wordlessly I invited him to come closer, my arms held outward to him. Without hesitation Spike rested his head on my chest, his ear pressed flat against my sternum, his hand on my stomach drawing circles over my exposed skin. My fingers caressed the sides of his face, and jawline. After a few moments my eyelids shut, and I drifted off to sleep with Spike in my arms.

1 Dead-nettle: Spotted deadnettle grows best in part shade — especially the silver types. Lamium maculatum grows best in part shade (especially for silver types which often need more light to maintain their color) or shade in moist, humus-rich, well-drained soil.

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chilelemonz · 5 months ago

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The New Moon Ball

MASC AFAB NB! OC reader X Vampire OC

A/N: hey guys! thank you so much for reading this is the first sort of long peice i've written so that's why i included the word count. i kinda wanna turn this into a series so let me know!

Summary: Apollo Van Helsing , an active and blood member of the Helsing Historians attends the New Moon Ball in place of their father, to observe and report when they awkwardly bump into Atlas Gomez, a prominent political figure in Vampiric Society.

Warnings: use or “mr” for reader but I believe that is it please let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 1,454

~Enjoy~

He said it would be a fun lil game, he said it would spice up the bedroom. Now I’m running through the woods barefoot, lungs threatening to give out every few feet.

I met Atlas about a year ago at a New Moon Ball ,it’s traditional to have someone a part of the human faction at a cryptid event. It showed peace and respect between the two kinds. So I went in place of my father, Charles Van Helsing. We don’t hunt monsters anymore and we haven’t for centuries, the mortal and immortals came to a truce very long ago. The Van Helsing name stoped being hunters and became historians protecting the same creatures they used to kill. That was my job, cataloging and observing the inner workings of vampiric society. Walking around the ballroom taking notes, that's when I saw him, a midnight black three peice suit, broad shoulders, shoulder length brown hair. Atlas Gomez, his presence indisputable as a well known figure in addition to being next in line for his clan, standing with an empty red stained glass in hand schmoozing other leaders,making small talk. It’s always been so intriguing to watch vampires in their natural habitat and guards down. They seem so human and then they open their mouth laughing exposing themselves as the predators they truly are while being so damn charming.

“It’s rude to stare” A deep voice breaks me from thought. It was him. Atlas flashing his fangs through a smirk, starring darkly. The surrounding vampires now also looking my way,creating a bit of a scene.

“I apologize sir, I’m just observing” bringing attention to the pin on my blazer showing my organiztion and occupation. Occasionally they will have humans dressed in beautiful gowns and suits walk around compelled to be the waiter and the horderve. The pin became part of the uniform after an incident

“Ah, Van Helsing Analyst '' he taunts now slowly walking up to me

“Tell me young one what have you analyzed this evening” he stands a few inches from my face,emerald eyes in full effect.

“Oh well I don’t really analyze I just observe and report all events back to headquarters, to make sure it’s in within the guidelines of the-” cutting me off abruptly

“Of the truce yes, yes, that crusty old piece of paper” casually brushing off the mention of international law “If you don’t mind me asking are Van Helsing by blood or association?”

When the Van Helsing name became Van Helsing Historians LLC it became less of family business ofcourse family members still held higher ranks and didn’t always have time to do a report and go to event so it often fell on lower level analysts. Though there are rumors and whispers, older Van Helsings don’t agree with our new beliefs and refuse to come to events,threatning to bring back old ways. Other rumors say we're now scared of the same things we used to hunt. I wasn’t scared of them,but maybe I should’ve been.

“By blood” I state proudly not letting his closeness intimitate or stutter my words.

“A purebred gracing us with their presence” reaching down to kiss my hand “ And your name?” his lips ice cold on the back of my hand.

“Apollo” a little take back by such a formal greeting “Apollo Van Helsing”

“Mr. Van Helsing would you treat me to a dance?” the vampire asks his voice almost melodic, looking back it could have been the music or compulsion but if I was honest I would’ve still said…

“O-okay” a smirk and his fangs appearing again achieving his goal of flustering me.

I stuck my note pad in my back pocket and let a monster lead me to the dance floor. Faces and bodies inches apart, his cheek beside mine.

“I’ll lead” he whispers , the sound causing my heart rate to increase which I’m sure could hear as he wouldn’t stop smiling at me. He holds one of my hands with his own to our side and the other he leads to his shoulder. Then placing his hand on the small of my back under my jacket, making me shiver.

“Sorry, cold” he chuckles in my ear. I laugh a little bit too, I’d never though I’d hear a vampire say sorry.

“It’s okay my bad dancing wil cancel that out”

I looked up, our height difference became very clear now. He was a foot taller than me, fangs towering over my head. He leads slowly 1..2..3..1..2..3, then slowly quickening pace to more of salsa as the music sped up. It suddenly became clear we were making an even bigger scene before, glowing red, gold, and black eyes in dark corners of the ballroom watching us.

“Everyone’s staring” I whispered as he dipped me drawing even more attention to us.

“You’re handsome, I’m handsome. I thought analyst were supposed to be smart” he snarked in my ear while having a hand under my thigh. The tension building up to that remark and this moment. Lifting me back up once again faces inches apart as the song comes to close.

"Again,not an analyst" I snarcked back to the predator

The room erupts in applause , oh god everyone was watching us.

“And you said you were a bad dancer” he bows to the room and then shows me off before taking my hand and leading me off the floor, still dazed and a bit overwhelmed from the whole situation. I did lie, Van Helsing's held high social status for long time so things like ballroom dancing, fencing , and calligraphy were still implored on the new generation.

“Would you do me the honor of another?” he asked a smile on his face like a kid in the candy store and I was the candy, with a vampire though that comparison isn’t so sweet.

“Oh no I should really get going I have to take this back to catalog before closing” knowing I could get into the catalogs whenever I pleased.

“Well please let me right down my number so you could observe me if you like or perhaps a one on one interview if your committee will allow it?”

This obviously his way of flirting but a one on one interview would be historic, alot of vampires refuse to speak to Van Helsings because… well to put it bluntly the killing of their kind to a point of almost extinction. Not to say we didn’t lose people we did but that was centuries ago but some of these shades have been alive that whole time so someone telling them to get over it all the time probably doesn’t help.

“Well I-” I didn’t realize til this moment his hand still on the small of my back now sliding down lightly grazing my ass to take the notepad out of my back pocket and flipping to an empty page. He than takes a pen out of his lapel pocket

“Oh smooth how many guys do you pull this on” Atlas having a pen on hand,of course there could’ve been many reasons but he wasn’t going to be the only person doing the teasing that night.

“ I am a large politcal figure for my species. I may have to sign document or treaties or give my number to a cute guy at the government ball” he looks up from writing his number to see my reaction.

“I thought this was business” wanting to draw a line not for him but myself. I have been more involved with a vampire this evening than Van Helsings have in years, I had to get out of there.

“It can be what ever you want to be my dear Apollo” handing back my tablet and kissing my hand lips slightly warmer than before “I wait for the day to be called upon by you” God he had to know how good he sounded or what he was doing.

“I-” I could see this pleading look in the emerald jewels he called eyes “I’ll think about” finally taking my hand away and walking back to the entrance ,shutting the large the cathedral doors behind me. It locks it self as certain carvings in the door start to glow golden revealing sigils and then the door unlocks itself swiftly. I open to see the comfort of my small apartment with boxes and files scattered a around and a half eaten cup-a-noodles on the coffe table.

“Home Sweet Home” I say into the void of my apartment once again making sure to shut the door behind me as the door is overtaken in gold light and morphs into the average apartment door. I flop onto the couch,still trying processing the events of the night.

A/N: IF YOU TOOK THE TIME TO READ THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH!! i understand it's not a mainstream character and you're taking a chance during your midngint tumblr scroll so thank you!! love, lemonz <3

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cherryjuixce · 2 years ago

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Memories.

Chapter 5

OC x Simon Ghost Riley

Warnings: swearing, guns.

“Que te tiene de mal humor mi amor?”

“I don’t want you to leave Felix, It’s not the same without you”

“I know but I will come back soon, I’m gonna miss you though”

“Me too, te extrañaré mucho”

“I love it when you speak Spanish” he smirked while putting his arms around my waist.

“Really?” I giggled at his sudden touch “I think it’s pretty bad”

“There is no other woman in the world that makes the language more loveable than you amor”

My smile grew wide, hugging him tightly and already feeling more sad about the fact that he will be leaving soon and I won’t see him for a long time. He did love me and care for me truly but I always wondered if he loved his job more.

“Felix?”

“Scarlett?”

“After your trip.. will you tell me what your work actually is?” I asked him hoping for a positive answer.

He broke the hug and looked down at me, a stern look on his face.

“You know that what I’m doing is all to protect you, one time you will know. But not this time. It’s too dangerous.”

“If my boyfriend is involved into something dangerous I have to know Felix”

Felix turned around and sighed grabbing the railing of the terrace we were on, a beautiful view of San Miguel de Allende, my favorite city in front of us that I wasn’t even looking at because I was only focused on what my boyfriend will say.

“We’ve talked about this Scarlett, I can’t keep fighting about the same things with you anymore”

“But we don’t have to fight, all I’m asking from you is that you tell me the truth” I said as calmly as possible, furrowing my eyebrows I stayed in the same place he left me his touch still lingering on my body.

“And all I’m asking from you is that you let me finish this job in peace, and then everything will be fine. We can go anywhere you want and do everything you want to do. I promise mi amor” He got his hands off the railing and know had my full attention.

“But those things don’t matter to me Felix, I just wanna be with you.” I felt the tears prickling my eyes “I want you to stay here, with me forever.” Watching his reaction closely, praying that he will consider my request.

“I can’t do that” he said looking down

“Of course you can’t” I hugged myself and turned my back from him.

“Maybe this was all a mistake” I couldn’t stop myself from saying that, the words spilling from my mouth and breaking both of our hearts.

“What are you saying Scarlett?” I heard Felix say from behind me his voice filled with confusion.

“I think we shouldn’t see each other anymore” The tears fell down on their own, I loved him so much that it physically hurt to say that. But I couldn’t live in a lie anymore.

“Be careful what you say to me Scarlett because it will have consequences.”

I turned around looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Are you… threatening me Felix?”

“It’s not a threat mi amor, it’s a promise.”

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I jolted awake from Soap’s shoulder, the faint sound of the airplane that we were in reminding me why I fell asleep in the first place.

“You good doc?” Soap asked next to me. It’s safe to say we had grown a little bit closer since that night on the rooftop. He checked on me regularly and always gave me company.

“I brought you food.”

“Put it on the desk Soap, thanks”

“No, I’m not leaving until you eat it” he said closing the door behind him and sitting on the armchair in front of me.

“Soap I’m gonna eat it”

“That’s great, go on then” he pushed the plate a little closer to me.

I sighed and moved my work essentials in the drawer, taking the plate in my hands I ate the burrito he gave me.

“Wait, this is so good” I said through bites

“Thank you, made it myself. I’m quite the cook ya’ know”

“I didn’t, now I’ll annoy you even more into making me lunch”

“Gladly.”

“Yeah I’m fine, just.. a bad dream” I sighed rubbing my eyes. The nightmares and memories have gotten worse since that meeting with Price.

“We’re going to Mexico.” Price said, my eyes widening a bit and the temperature in the room getting colder.

“And why do I have to partake in this trip?” I asked him, my heart beat going faster and my voice trying to sound as calm as possible.

“We’ll need you there Scarlett, the mission is about capturing an anonymous drug lord. General Shepherd gave us all the information we need to know. And we will be meeting with another special force there, Los Vaqueros.”

I crossed my hands biting the inside of my lip. And I couldn’t help but feel Ghost’s stare on me so I looked at him. We stared at each other like that for about 10 seconds before I turned my gaze back at Price. Already regretting to even coming to this meeting.

I was nervous. Really nervous. Because I wanted to believe he was dead. Gone. But now that belief was off. Nonetheless, the life in Mexico is the life that I abandoned long ago. The same time I abandoned him. So I wasn’t ready to come back.

“We’re here” Price said. The feeling of the airplane landing made me stand up and grab my stuff.

“Alejandro! Good to see you hermano.” Soap yelled while jogging a bit to the man that was coming up to us. He shaked Soap’s and Ghost’s hand while I stood behind Price.

“Alejandro, this is Scarlett Hart. She’s our private physician and our field medic. She’s gonna provide us with medical care while we’re on missions.”

Missions? What the hell? Price didn’t even say anything about me going to any of their missions.

“Nice to meet you Scarlett, my name is Alejandro and this is my second in command Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra” He pointed to the person next to him.

“Hermosa..” Rudy muttered to himself.

“Vaya, gracias” I said while shaking their hands.

“You know Spanish?” Alejandro asked a bit surprised and Rudy clearly embarrassed.

“Si, it’s not that hard of a language” I said with a smile.

“Welcome to Las Almas” Alejandro said with a smirk turning around and everyone following his lead, I went back a bit so I could walk next to Price.

“I’m going on the mission?” I whispered yelled to him not paying attention on what the others talked about.

“I knew you would react like that” Price said with a sigh “I’ll explain when the time is right, but I think it’s very important that you be with us on this mission”

I stopped in my tracks to look at him “Price, what are you saying?”

“I think it may be involved with him.” I stared at him with wide eyes.

“Why. He’s dead Price.”

“We never found that body.”

“And you never found my son’s and yet you still declared him KIA.” I said a bit raising my voice.

Price stared at me with a normal face and pointed with his eyes to the right. I turned my head and saw all of the guys stop looking at us confused.

“Is everything alright?” Alejandro yelled at us, I turned and continued following them all wanting to forget the conversation I had with Price. Noticing the stare I had on me from Ghost.

Now this made me even more nervous than before.

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The mission was supposed to be tomorrow. So I had a day to mentally prepare myself what I was about to be roped into. I didn’t even know If I could hold a gun anymore. It’s been so fucking long… So I thought what better way to relieve my stress then to use the shooting range they had here.

Dammit.

Cursing again and missing the target for the 10th time made me lower the gun in my hand.

“You’ve done this before.” A raspy voice was heard from behind me.

Alejandro.

“Something like that” I turned around and loaded the gun in my hands.

“You’re way off. Something is troubling you I can see it. Try to think of the target as someone you really wanna kill.” He came up next to me pointing at the target.

I looked at him then back at the target, thinking about what he said.

“You son of a bitch.”

I said with tears in my eyes, my hands shaky while I held the gun in front of him.

“You did this to yourself amor.” He said while holding my crying son closely to him.

“Give him back to me Felix, I swear I’ll do anything you want” I said desperately not taking my eyes off of him.

“Join me then. If you just agreed to it from the start we wouldn’t be in a situation like this.”

“He’s my son! I gave birth to him, I have the right to have him.” I yelled now clicking the safety lock on my gun.

“Oh you do mi amor. But not this way. You broke my heart and now I’m breaking yours it’s how the world works” He yelled back while slowly climbing up in the helicopter.

“NO!”

Bang.

Headshot.

I lowered the gun my eyes widening.

“There you go. I knew that would work. Keep it up like that. You ever held a rifle?”

“..I have.” I said sounding a bit unsure. I thought to myself how I shouldn’t really be talking about this. But something inside of me trusted Alejandro enough for me to talk about it.

He turned around and left the room only to come back a few minutes later with a rifle in his hands. The rifle looking oddly familiar.

“This is the Barrett M82, the most famous rifles out there.”

“Those are the ones used by snipers.”

“That’s right, how did you know that?”

He looked at me while handing me the rifle.

“Common knowledge.”

He hummed and stayed next to me.

“Try now”

I took the shot again immediately at the head. Surprising myself a bit how I still knew how to use a rifle but not a simple gun.

“That was better. I knew you were a sniper.”

“What?” I turned to him acting dumb as if I didn’t just hear what he said.

“You were once a sniper, was I wrong?”

“I shouldn’t be talking about that.” I said turning my gaze at the ground.

“Something holding you back?”

“The past.”

“I know that feeling. Trying to forget something so bad but the past always following you, reminding you of the things you’ve done or experienced. It was the worst.” He said as he looked ahead of him.

“Does it ever mentally hurt you..? Of all the things you’ve done, like killed people or witnessed someone you cared for being killed.” I asked him both of our voices getting quieter at the sudden change of topic.

“…Yes. It has.” Alejandro looked at me again, the kind of look I knew someone gave me when they were pitying me.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have asked that.” I said handing him the rifle back while leaving the room.

“It’s alright. Don’t be scared to open up to people. It’s what heals us after and makes you feel a little bit more better when you do it.” Alejandro called out not looking back at me.

“Thanks, Alejandro” I stopped at the doorway to look at him again. “Good night.”

I started walking back to the base the cool air hitting my face my mind going straight to my bed. I felt so scared here. Everyone around me was so nice and respectful but it’s just the fact that the sudden change of the place we were in made me a bit anxious. I wanted to go back, I really did. I didn’t even know how the place I was living in now made me feel so homesick.

“Am I right?” I heard that famous British gruff voice sound close to me. I peeked a bit seeing Price and Ghost in front of the entrance of the indoor sleeping quarters. Stopping in my tracks, I knew it was bad but I wanted to hear what they were talking about.

“I shouldn’t be the one telling you that Ghost.” Price said next to him puffing from the cigar he was smoking.

“But you know she wouldn’t tell me that either.”

“Why not, are you in a fight again?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Price huffed and took another puff of his cigarette.

“Yes. You were right Ghost.”

Right about what? I peeked more now fully seeing Price and Ghost standing there smoking.

“Scarlett is a retired soldier.”

What.

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X. If you ever reply to one of my asks, I prefer it if you put it in a separate post c:

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XII. While rping Joker, I have my own headcannons about him.. You do not have to agree with them but please respect them. I also wanna give a shoutout to my one friend who has helped me develop so many of my headcanons. She a real one♥

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XVI. Mun is of age. But Joker is not, though there may be some implications of nsfw due to Joker’s nature, no nsfw threads will occur. Perhaps in some timeskip verse? But I am unsure. I will not do nsfw with minors. PLEASE do not lie about your age.

XVII. There will be dark themes on this blog due to Joker’s story and past.

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'Do you see a real person, or just, a lie?' -- This is an independent, and semi-selective blog for Cloud Strife. I take a lot of inspiration from the game but have crafted my own backstory to Cloud that heavily ties into the reasoning of his character traits.

↓ Guidelines ↓

My portrayal of Cloud is based on my headcanons with insp from their original content.

Blog is not spoiler free so I will be tagging spoilers, rebirth spoilers ♥

I am a semi-selective blog and mutuals only! I am OC friendly.

I do have a discord! You may ask for it if we are mutuals and if you want to plot and what not and of course just chat ooc.

TRIGGERS, PLEASE TAG - TW: GORE, TW: SPIDERS, TW: BUTTERFLY, TW: ZOMBIES !!

About mun: Jupiter. Pronouns: she/her. Timezone: EST!

ALSO, I want to make a statement that is blog will not tolerate ship hate. This has been an ongoing thing for vii but I will not be a part of it. Ship freely, and respect others. Okay? Thank you c:

↓ Rest of rules in full detail BELOW ↓

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I. This is a mutuals blog only, please respect that.

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IV. Please, no godmodding my characters! Thank you ♥

V. I have a discord! If we are mutuals feel free to ask for it to plot and whatnot!

VI. SEMI-SELECTIVE BLOG. If I do not rp/follow with you, please do not take offence. Sometimes I may not because I don't see a way for our muses interacting/I may not know character too well sorry :x

✶ TAGGING & WRITING ✶

IX. I am open to any type of threads except extreme gore. Action is fine, and talk of blood is as well but if it goes into great detail I can not handle it. I am very sensitive about it, sorry.

X. If you ever reply to one of my asks, I prefer it if you put it in a separate post c:

XI. Please!!! tag these things if you post them because I am very sensitive: TW: GORE, TW: SPIDERS, TW: BUTTERFLY, TW: ZOMBIES

XII. While rping Cloud, I have my own headcannons about him.. You do not have to agree with them but please respect them. I also wanna give a shoutout to my one friend who has helped me develop so many of my headcanons. She a real one♥

✶ SHIPPING ✶

✶ OTHER ✶

XIV. If you are curious and may think you know me hah, here are my other blogs I used to rp my muses on: Noctis, Yuri, Alm, Aladdin, Cloud, and others but.. So long ago lol.

✶ NSFW ✶

XVI. Mun is of age. Cloud is as well and nsfw may be present on the blog. This can go from headcanons written about them or rp threads. I will not do nsfw with minors. PLEASE do not lie about your age.

XVII. There will be dark themes on this blog due to Cloud’s story and past.

XVIII. I always tag topics like, suicide, abuse, self hate, depression, blood. The way I tag triggers is tw: word. Or word // If you want me to add any/if I forget to tag something, LET ME KNOW♥

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Daisy, I am so glad you liked this quieter chapter full of fluff and love. This is a well-deserved break for Arthur and Heaven, who definitely deserved a magnificent wedding. The relief of Moss' coming had been definitely intense -- he really came just in time. But the true MVP here is Kat Wilson, who worked with Tommy to help save his family. Admittedly, I wasn't satisfied with this part so I'm delighted you think I did a great job with describing emotions and details.

Now… I am squealing that you're crushing on John!! Pretty sure he's happy about it.

He is a true sweetheart, visiting her whenever he can and bringing everything needed for picnics. 🥺 What I loved the most is that he's always so goofy, never missing an opportunity to make her laugh but he knows when to be serious and comfort her with both hugs and perfect words. The bond they share is undeniably strong, and one can feel the soft spot they have for each other (and for you, since Heaven embodies the reader). I'm so glad you thought I was talking about Arthur while, in truth, it was Kaiser who wouldn't stop to cry without his mom buuuut... Let's be honest, that was something Arthur certainly did. Like "Why do I have to fookin' wait? I don't wanna wait! I wanna see her!" and Polly would just slap the back of his head. 😂

The decision to ask him to walk her down the aisle comes from the heart. As you said, she has no one. The whole church is filled with the Shelby and their relatives. On her side, she has just Lucy (the woman with whom she lived prior to living with Arthur). So it was natural for her to ask him, the most important person in her life along with her soon-to-be husband. And this decision surprised John. Seriously tho, I just love you love declaration to John TEEHEE. This is lovely, I'm glad I managed to make you swoon about him. 🖤

Arthur's nervousness and constant self-doubts felt in character for to me. In my opinion, he can't help beating himself and comparing himself with his brothers, particularly Tommy. He just wants to be good enough, but as soon as his eyes fall on Heaven, his doubts vanish. As it has always been the case since they've met. And swearing in church def comes from his stress so let's forgive him right? The same goes with him adding a bit of tongue to their kiss 🤭 Also Tommy being stunned by Heaven's beauty... Keep this in mind.

THANK YOU. You're the only one who picked up the mention of Arthur with a flower crown on his head. Birmingham's most feared gangster yes. LMAO Also tipsy Ada is the best: got slightly inspired by S1 during John's wedding. And regarding the funny and little humiliation Arthur undergoes, I couldn't help but laugh when writing it. Like, it's over. Two words killed him.😂 😂

Smut allusions aside, the last scene between the newlywed was maybe one of the fluffiest parts of this series ever. I just loved the idea of them snuggling against each other on a rug, right in front of the fireplace. I'm delighted you love them, honestly it means a lot 🥺 Thank you so so much for supporting this little couple. I think that's the best comment someone can have about their OC when paired with a canon character.

I am delighted you liked this drama-free chapter. Take your time to catch up, really! No matter when it happens, know that I'll be impatiently waiting for your reactions Daisy Kitty. And... Here is a little something to fuel your crush even more:

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: Six months after being released from prison and cleared of murder charges, you and Arthur are finally getting married. All you have to do now is hope for the wedding day to be spared from some Shelby chaos. Featuring John Shelby x Reader.

Words: 6k

TW: tooth-rotting fluff, light angst, allusions to smut, one ruined wedding cake, Tommy not being a dick for once, otherwise it's a well-deserved soft chapter to start this new act. Let's not break your heart too soon.

Notes:

✞ This chapter is the beginning of Act II of Heaven in Your Eyes. The timeline is S4.

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

PREVIOUS || Masterlist || NEXT PART

The beating in your heart was so erratic, so fierce, that its constant drumming echoed in your skull and ears as painfully as if someone was smashing your brain with a hammer. You clenched your jaws at the painful bite of the rope the police officer behind you had placed around your neck. The way the noose compressed your windpipe, already giving you a foretaste of what was awaiting you, made the act of breathing laborious. Sucking on a sharp breath, your throat whistled like a dying bird. Down below I go, you thought while nervously playing with the wedding ring Arthur gifted you weeks ago. He had barely made his proposal when policemen snatched you from him and threw you both in jail. With your back straight and your crystal eyes glaring at the officers who were present in this slaughter room, you managed to keep your dignity. They might hang you, but they would not see you cry. In fact, if you went down they would have to watch you, so that your piercing irises would haunt them until, one day, Death would come for them too.

I love you Arthur.

I love you Dad and Mom.

I love you little sister.

I’m so sorry I’ve failed you.

Could you ever forgive me?

Your teeth dug into the flesh of your inner cheek as seconds flew, each bringing you closer to your inevitable end.

“WAIT!!! PLEASE WAIT! ”

A far cry in the distance. Were you dreaming? Or were demons already afraid of you down in Hell?

Officer Kat Wilson’s heart missed a beat when the familiar voice boomed in the warehouse, as loud as a foghorn. The blonde policewoman turned around, eyes filled with hope as she saw the silhouette of Sergeant Moss bathed in the blinding outside light that had rushed into the place when he had opened the warehouse’s heavy doors, “Do not kill her! We’ve just received a new order from the Crown: Heaven Lavey and Polly Gray are proven innocent of the crimes they had been accused of.” He said, forehead glistening with sweat. He had probably run as fast as possible to deliver the news quickly. Kat Wilson felt all of her muscles relax at such an unhoped-for plot twist.

“Take the noose off her neck now.” She ordered, trying his best to sound strict despite Moss standing right here, running out of breath.

Innocent? Take the noose? Sentences were melting in an intelligible treacle because of the emotional roller coaster you were undergoing, hence you only caught a few words. When your mind finally made sense of what was happening, a long sigh came out of your quivering lips. Then, the policeman behind you set your throat free. You blinked several times and looked at Officer Wilson, who replied to your confused gaze with a faint, supportive smile illuminating her usually oh-so-severe traits. Then, she proceeded to free you from the handcuffs that were sinking into the frail flesh of your wrists. As she did, Kat brought her lips near your ear and whispered so only you could hear, “Arthur’s safe. The warrant includes the Shelby family too. I’m sorry for the mess, doll. ”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and glanced at the woman, trying not to let too many emotions show. Not that you wanted to play the tough girl, but you were so overwhelmed by your feelings that you were not even able to let out anything except confusion. It was all… Too much. “You knew they were going to release us.” You stated with a quiet but still slightly shaky voice as the revelation struck you.

“Let’s say I hoped they’d interrupt your death sentence in time.” Her soft yet hoarse voice replied, highlighted with a cunning little something.

Kat Wilson gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze before leading you outside the sinister warehouse, unwilling to provide you with further details. And somehow, you did not bother to ask. The only thing you wished for was to run away from this killing floor. Thus you walked bare feet on the gravel ground, the peaky sensation of the tiny stones against your flesh keeping you grounded to reality, andyou stopped in the middle of the yard. There, you threw your head back and closed your eyes, relishing the soft caress of the wind on your face. You breathed a sigh of relief, for the clouds above you had shifted from the sun, whose rays were warming up your frozen skin.

You were alive.

“Heaven!” A woman voice called you.

You reopened your eyes and looked around you, “Oh my God, Polly!” You suddenly exclaimed when you recognized her. Seeing Aunt Polly running to you and almost tackling you in a desperate hug was all it took for your emotions to finally flood you. Tears dawned at the corner of your eyes as you pulled her into a deeper embrace. Polly sobbed in your arms, her body quivering because of her cries.

“I saw them Heaven! I saw the spirits. Oh bloody hell, the spirits…”

“I know Pol,” You tried to comfort her the best you could, your grip tightening around the poor woman in the hope of helping her calm her panic attack. Still, you knew she was shaken to the core by her freshly canceled rendezvous with Mr. Death, “Everything’s fine,” You whispered, and let one of your hands lose itself in her short dark hair, “I hear them too.” You admitted. Polly gradually grew quieter in your arms, running out of tears. Nevertheless, you did not let her go. What you did, though, was to silently thank the policewoman with your gaze, your irises sparkling with genuine gratitude. No matter her role in all this mess, you knew Kat Wilson contributed to setting you free.

You were alive.

Alive, for sure, and indescribably furious.

1925 - Six Months Later

You had been absentmindedly looking at your reflection in the mirror for long minutes when someone knocked at the door and snatched you from your contemplative state. A growl escaped from your lips for you had let everyone know you did not want to be bothered— truth be told, you needed a bit of time alone with you to soothe your anxiety. However, the uninvited guest came in before you allowed him to do so.

“True gentlemen wait to be invited before entering a room, you know? Especially when a lady is in it. ” You said with a faint smirk on your plump and glossy lips as you recognized the guest by the sole fragrances of his cologne.

“A part of me hoped to see you undressed, that’s why I didn’t, little Angel.” The masculine voice answered, its tone filled with tease. You snorted at such a stupid answer, kinda expecting it, and rolled your eyes in amusement.

“Idiot.” You simply retorted, glancing at him through the mirror you were still facing.

“Idiot? That’s it? I’m used to better roast from ya, eh!” John exclaimed, surprised by your lack of wit. He wanted to tease you again you but your sudden silence kept him from doing so. Something was off. Worried, the young Shelby brother frowned a little bit and walked to you, not minding your desire of being alone. You jumped slightly at the sensation of his two large and warm hands squeezing your upper arms, “Oi, Angel.” He gently called, the tenderness in his voice wrapping you in a comforting haze, “Tell me what’s wrong please…”

For sure John Shelby had a soft spot for you since the day Arthur introduced you to the family. No one had ever doubted it. Without the slightest explanation nor apparent reasons, you both immediately grew fond of each other from the moment your eyes met. In truth, your relationship with the Shelby family had been quite tricky for months following the first meeting. Most of them didn’t want you to be a part of the clan, partly due to the witch rumors around you and Arthur’s obsessive love. It was only now, a solid year and one murder later, that everything had started to flow more smoothly with them. Even Esme, who had been terrified of you and would usually avoid you at all costs, had learned to live with your presence in the family. According to Polly, you had deserved your place among them more than any other women the boys brought home. The only threat to this harmony had been and still was Thomas Shelby himself. The mutual resentment you shared for each other was rooted in deep and far too complicated reasons, the most recent one was him selling you to the police for murder charges. However, you came to terms with the idea of maintaining a mutual hatred as long as he did not step between Arthur and you ever again.

So, apart from Tommy and Esme, you were now getting along with everyone. But with John… With John, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced, apart from Arthur. Whenever your man wasn’t there, John would do everything that was in his power to keep you company and bring a smile to your face. Not only he loved to visit you and spent his free time with you, but he truly cared for your well-being. Sometimes he would make a surprise visit to your house. In fact, he would stand there on your porch with the most adorable smile you had ever seen etched on his lips, a basket filled with food in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other. When Arthur and you decided to leave Birmingham, your heart ached at the thought of moving away from John. Following your departure, rumors said John’s eternal smile had not be seen for weeks. However, once you had well adjusted to your new routine, even distance could not shake your unique bond: John never ceased to visit you when he could.

“What’s the matter, little angel?” He inquired, genuinely concerned by your silence and the melancholic gleam in your aquamarine eyes.

“I’m scared John. I’m fucking scared.” You finally admitted, closing your eyelids a few seconds to take a slow inhale. The weight in your chest had vanished from the moment words left your mouth. At such a surprising answer, the young gangster’s grip tightened on your arms and he gently forced you to turn around to face him. Still, you avoided his gaze, fearing judgment.

“It’s your wedding day, Heaven. What are you scared of?” He carefully asked, taking care not to make you think he was mocking or judging you.

“I’m scared because now I’ve got something to lose,” You fell silent for a tiny while, fighting again the desire to remain silent, but you knew you could open up to him, “I have a magnificent house in the forest cradled by the sweet chant of a peaceful stream. I have the loveliest man I could have dreamt of by my side, who loves me to the moon and back. God, I even got a dog!” Another brief pause you took to avoid crying, “And one day there will be one or two kids…” John listened to you carefully, still wondering what the problem was, “If I'm being honest, I’ve never thought I would be allowed to be this happy. At one point in my life, I got used to the idea of dying alone, hunted down by bad memories, and drown by guilt. But, look at me now. Look how far I’ve come… That’s why I’m scared of losing it all. Fuck, John — I’ll die without him.”

To your greatest surprise, the young gangster replied to your lament with soft chuckles, “Heaven. I don’t know what it is between Arthur and you, but I’ve never seen a love fiercer than you one you share. Bloody Hell, you’re so addicted to each other it’s even a bit scary sometimes, not gonna lie eh,” His fingers trapped your chin in one soft movement and, with indescribable tenderness, he raised your head so that he could observe each trait of your angelic face, “Having something to lose makes you cherish what you have even more. Plus it doesn’t mean you’re gonna lose it. “ The corner of his charming lips curled in a sweet smile, “Moreover, there’s more chance for Tommy to like you than for Arthur to leave your side. He’s not gonna let you go… To my greatest sadness.” John winked at you and, despite everything, his last flirty comment managed to make you laugh. Sometimes, you didn’t know how he always succeeded in cheering your up but still he did, “Listen, I knew you’d be a bit nervous for your wedding day, so I got you a little surprise.”

“A surprise?” You asked, curious, wiping away the tiny tears that had formed in the corner of your eyes while being careful not to ruin the stunning siren-eyes makeup Ada did. It would be a shame to have more mascara on your cheek than on your eyelashes the day of your wedding. John walked to the door and put his large hand on the knob, looking at you to maintain a small suspense “I know he’s not supposed to see you before the ceremony but he would not stop crying without you so…” He was about to open the door when he stopped mid-action, “Oh and I’m not talking about Arthur by the way. Even though I’m pretty sure he’s also doing that.”

“Fuck off, John boy.” You poked your tongue out, feeling cheerful and far less anxious thanks to him. He grinned in reply and finally opened the door.

“Oh! This is... So cuuuuute!” You almost squealed, for you were welcomed by the sight of Kaiser, the huge Cane Corso Arthur’s had brought home one night, sitting in front of the door with his mouth open in a big smile and with his drooling tongue hanging, “Come here big boy!” You called him, kneeling on the floor without minding your wedding dress now that your fur baby was here. Kaiser did not need to be asked twice: he walked to you and put his huge head between your frail hands to get his scratches, looking at you with so much love in his hazel eyes you could not resist smooching his wet snout “I can’t believe you’ve put a bow tie to my dog!” You laughed, “Look at this distinguished gentleman... He’s gonna steal all the women!” The massive beast barked loudly as to agree with you. You delicately wrapped your arms around his muscular frame to hug him, the sensation of his fur against your face erasing the last bits of anxiety left in you “Oh you’re the most handsome man of the whole family, baby Kaiser... Yes, you are. ”

His tail wagged. Of course, he was!

“Couldn’t participate in the wedding if he wasn’t all fancy, eh. I've also put a fake mustache on his snout but he ate it so I gave up on the idea,” He shrugged, “I thought it would make you laugh and help you relax.”

“Thank you, John! Thank you so much, you’re lovely I swear.” You said, looking at him with your gaze filled with genuine affection all the while cuddling with Kaiser, who seemed to be in paradise judging by his blissfully happy face.

“So — are you ready?” John finally asked.

“Yes, I am.” You replied, then stood up and took a quick look at your reflection in the mirror to fix your long white mane, which had been styled in wavy and adorned with a few diamonds from there and then, giving your hair an otherworldly shine. As you focused on your hairstyle, John rearranged your dress. At one point, he stopped what he was doing to look at you with a dreamy expression.

“You’re stunning, little angel. Fuckin’ bewitching.” He whispered before shaking his head, “Let’s find your man now, eh. Alright?” You nodded, the butterflies in your stomach flying at the sole mention of Arthur.

“I’m ready but before we go can I ask you a favor, John?”

“Anything.”

“You know, I’d have loved my family to be here. Mom would have been prolly crying during the whole wedding in Dad’s arms while my little sister would have thrown white petals at everyone’s face for fun…” You let out a charming but oh-so-sad chuckle “But no matter how fiercely I’ve prayed for it I know they won’t be there. So I’ve got two choices left: either I walk alone to my husband or I ask someone to accompany me.” You had barely finished your sentence when the celeste blue of your eyes dived into the sky blue of his, “I’d like you to escort me down the aisle, John.”

He remained silent, stricken by surprise at such a touching demand. He had not been expecting it. Words were at loss, however, they were not necessary for you to understand his answer: as the sun rays crossed through the windows and enlightened John’s face, you could see the precious shine of one sole crystal tear running down his cheek.

The powerful sound of the organ resonated in the whole church, the vibrations of its melody resounding in Arthur’s chest and making him tremble from within. He was standing in front of the altar with his manly hands interlocked in front of him. For the occasion, he had bought the most elegant and expensive tailored three-piece suit he had ever owned: he was dressed in all black, except for the white shirt he was wearing under. Moreover, Tommy had put some traditional white flowers in the pocket of his vest, while Polly had slipped an emerald pillar pendant around his neck and hid it under his shirt before he entered the church— a marriage blessing, from what he had understood from Polly’s emotional speech. The woman was so proud of her older nephew she could not help but already weep with joy. Arthur nervously glanced at his brother who was standing by his side, slightly in front of him at his best man’s place. Then, his steel-blue eyes shifted from Tommy and searched for his Aunt, who sat a bit further in the audience beside Ada and Finn. To be honest, Arthur’s anxiety kicked in. The more the second passed, the more the unpleasant impression his heart was about to burst from his chest was overwhelming. Nervously spinning one of his silver rings, he tried to control his nerves the best he could but it was harder than he thought: a part of him, admittedly irrational, was terrified by the possibility of you not showing up.

What if you’ve changed your mind? What if you’ve come to the conclusion you did not want him? What if your wedding did not work out, just like his first one? Maybe the problem hadn’t been Linda but him?

As was always the case when he was panicking, his self-whipping thoughts banged together in his skull like a hive of furious buzzing hornets. Nevertheless, Arthur knew, deep down, that you were soul mates and that there was no actual reason for you to flee. What really helped him to calm down though was taking a deep inhale and focusing on the hundred of candles’ flames that were illuminating the room with tiny dancing flames. A comforting wave of warmth almost immediately wrapped his heart as he did, for this church was the place in which you met for the very first time. He still clearly remembers the fire that had lit in his dying soul at the way your fingers grazed him when you had cleaned the blood off his face with a torn piece of your own dress. Not only had you purified his soiled skin, but then you had allowed him to put his head on your thighs and proceeded to pet his hair all the while lulling his demons to sleep with that enchanting voice of yours. From that night, Arthur made a promise to Almighty God, who had been kind enough to answer his prayers and sent him his most precious Angel. And that promise was that he would marry you in this same place to show God how well he would treat you and how happy you would be with him.

The organ roared louder in the church all of a sudden, causing him to refocus.

You were coming.

The gangster straightened his back, quickly slicked his hair back one last time to look perfect for you, and then stared at the church’s heavy wooden doors with both anxiety and anticipation in his eyes. His blood boiled with impatience, for you had been separated for too long because of the traditional “don’t see the bride before the ceremony” the Shelby women — and John — had insisted to establish. That being said, it had been torture for Arthur, who was aching so much from your absence that he felt almost as bad as when he went through rehab. Hands shaking, cold sweat running down his back, breath hitching, Arthur could definitely not live without you by his side. — you were the most exquisite drug ever created, against which even opium could not even compete.

The doors opened and panic rushed even more brutally into his being. At first, he thought he was about to die from a heart attack, but then, all these negative feelings vanished in dust when his piercing blue irises met your tantalizing silhouette. When you erupted from the almost supernatural light that was surrounding you, Arthur widened his eyes and stopped breathing. Here you were, your seductive body adorned with a graceful Greek goddess-inspired dress whose cut let the pale flesh of your back for the world to see while also forming a graceful and long wedding cape that was cascading down your shoulders. The whiteness of your outfit, equaling the wonderful snow-like color of your hair, was enhanced with gold jewels: armbands and a choker. One look at you was all it took for Arthur to feel the stinging of uncontrollable tears dawning in his eyes, for a tsunami of emotions had crashed in his soul at such a holy sight. As you walked to the altar at John’s arm, the wind blew in the church and made your cape dance behind you. For a few seconds, Arthur was convinced he saw wings in your back. Mighty feathery wings.

Divine. It was the only word that came into his mind when he watched you breaking the distance between you. And the more you approached, the more he was stunned by your ethereal beauty. So stunned he had to keep himself from falling on his knees at your feet, deeming himself unworthy of standing in front of such a pure seraph. Even Tommy, whose resentment for you was a secret to none, found himself in awe at your pulchritude. He, along with the groom, had to blink several times to make sure they were not dreaming.

Your glossy lips stretched in an enamored smile overflowing with emotions when you looked at your future husband: he was so charming in his suit that you fell in love with him for a second time. Your grip tightened around John’s arm for your heartbeat quickened until you finally rejoined Arthur. As soon as you reached him, the tall gangster took you by the hands — yours: small, delicate, and freezing. His: large, calloused, and burning. You dived into each other’s eyes, and the rest of the world disappeared.

“You’re so handsome.” You whispered, causing an adorable pink shade to blossom on your soon-to-be husband’s cheeks.

“C-Come on. Did ye see yer own reflection? Ye took me fookin breath away, Angel.” His hoarse replied.

“Arthur, we’re in a church.” You discreetly snorted.

“Oh Fook. I mean shi— Whatever.” He slightly stuttered. At this moment, it did not matter that he was a grown man in his mid-thirties: he felt like a flustered teenager in front of his first crush all over again. And to be true, so you were — to the point you both did not hear much of what the priest was saying, for you were far too hypnotized by each other’s presence as well as fighting hard against the urge of devouring each other’s lips. The only moment you both came back to your senses was when you had to pronounce your vows.

Then came the final moment.

Arthur Shelby, do you take Heaven Lavey to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?

I do. He answered with haste. You trapped your lower lip between your teeth, gathering all your strength to hold your emotions, but the crystal tears in your aquamarine eyes betrayed you.

Arthur Shelby, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

The caress of your fingers along with the cold sensation of the golden ring on his skin sent shivers down his spine. Observing you as you sealed your love by slipping the ring around his finger, Arthur’s smile grew a bit larger and made his teary eyes squint, digging adorable crowfeet at their corners.

You can kiss the bride.

The priest’s last words brought him back to life — that’s what he had been waiting for what seemed to be an eternity. Unable to wait any longer, the gangster brought one hand to your cheek and broke the excruciating distance between your lips until they crashed together under a thunder of applause. The feathery caress of his moustache on your skin mixed with the sensation of his eager mouth warmed you all over. Arthur deepened the kiss by parting his lips slightly so that his tongue could find its way to yours and give it a gentle stroke. But while hungry, the press of his mouth remained chaste. Carried away by his softness, you felt your body flickering in his arms, as fragile as the church’s candle flames.

You were his, he told it to himself. And he was yours. All yours until death tears you apart.

No, fuck that Reaper cunt he thought, even Death would not keep him apart from you.

The hundreds of candles and lanterns that were scattered through all Arrow House’s garden enlightened the night with their warm hue. Shortly before the wedding, the Shelby family suggested hosting the party in Tommy’s Mansion rather than in your place for practical matters. By celebrating your marriage in Arrow House, all the family and, by extension, friends, could reunite together without having to drive for miles. Moreover, the mansion was far bigger than your and Arthur’s house, which made the place far more convenient for partying. For the event, all of Arrow House and its gargantuan garden had been decorated with lights, candles of every kind, white drapes, and flower wreaths that gave the place a supernatural atmosphere. The cheerful cacophony of chatter and music hovered above the garden as the guests were indulging themselves with food, alcohol, and innocent fun. Even Officer Kat Wilson, who had been invited following her implication in your release from prison, spent the whole night partying with the Shelby family. Surprisingly enough, no one dared to disrupt the celebration with illegal activities. Just a few bets here and there. The only incident to declare had been the moment when Arthur, faithful to himself, almost smashed someone’s head in the wedding cake —he got angry when one of the guests looked at your cleavage—. However, if Arthur failed with ruining the cake it had not been Kaiser’s case, who ate half of it by himself.

“Where are Arthur and Heaven? Can’t believe the bride and the groom had disappeared!” Polly asked Tommy and Ada, visibly unhappy. The latter was a bit tipsy judging by the red shade of her cheeks and the glass of champagne in her perfectly manicured hand.

“Last time I’ve seen them they were dancing with flower crowns on their heads,” She hiccoughed, “I nearly died from laughing. Arthur. With a flower crown. It was so sweet and ridiculous!”

“That ain’t fun, Ada. I really need to find those stupid lovebirds. I swear I’m going bonkers: first Arthur’s tantrum, then Kaiser ruining the wedding cake, and now the newlyweds are late for the picture!” She complained. Overall, it had been Aunt Polly who made sure everything ran smoothly, hence her discontentment.

Tommy rolled his eyes at his sister’s inebriation, then he squeezed her shoulder with his large hand, “I think your question will find its answer really soon, Pol.” He stated with his quiet and deep voice as his turquoise eyes caught sight of your silhouette walking toward them, holding Arthur by the hand. You were both exchanging glances and light enamored laughters.

As surprising as it sounded, Thomas Shelby and you had managed to put your mutual hatred aside for the sake of the wedding. Of course, you were carefully avoiding each other the best you could, but when you were together in inevitable family moments, your exchanges remained polite.

Polly turned to you with her eyebrows furrowed and pressed her fists on her hips with an angry- mother expression when you and Arthur joined the small group.

“Ah! There you are! The photographer has been fuming for half an hour! Where have you been?” She scolded.

“We really need a map. This place is a fookin’ maze eh. We got lost.” Arthur tried to justify himself, his fingers firmly intertwined with yours, “I mean I wanted to show her the mansion but hey, I quite forgot which way to go and —“

“Arthur?” Polly cut him.

“Eh?”

“Your fly.” She simply stated. Holding much power, those two tiny words made Arthur almost jump. He let go of your hand in one vivid movement.

“OH FOOKIN HELL!” His gravel voice exclaimed when he looked down at his trousers. He quickly zipped the fly up under Ada’s hysterical laugh and Tommy’s mocking smirk. Admittedly, you could not help but giggle too for his reaction had been quite priceless. Oh Arthur, you thought. The only one who was not laughing was Polly, who looked at him with such a desperate face that you were sure she was about to facepalm herself. Or slap his face, it depended on her mood.

“Men and their cock, I swear. Look at you, idiot,” She said affectionately, “Your hair is all messed up! You’re going to look awful in your wedding pic!” She growled, grabbing her oldest nephew to rearrange both his hair and his tie.

“Don’t be mean Pol, he just needed to release the pressure.” You said, watching the scene with a faint smile on your juicy and glossy lips still swollen from Arthur’s lustful kisses, “The whole speech thing worried him.”

“Mmmpff— true.” He grunted, embarrassed.

“Yeah of course.” The beautiful Ada started before coming to you and smoothing the folds of your goddess dress with a teasing grin “What a long and difficult way to say you just wanted to give him a blowjob.” She teased.

“Piss off Ada.” You gently retorted, rolling your eyes in a fake outraged pout, “let’s take that picture before Polly strangle us all.”

“OI. Everyone fucking gather together for the picture! Bring the damn dog too!” Tommy yelled to the crowd, “John! Made them pose in front of the mansion!” Orders flew and Peaky Blinders were soon taking the crowd in charge to help the photographer take the most perfect picture he could take. When everyone was ready, he pushed the button of his camera and, in a blinding flash, captured the most beautiful moment of your whole life in a picture you would cherish like the apple of your eye.

“We… We really should … Like… At least try to get in bed.” You giggled, your cheeks still adorned with a pink blush. Admittedly, talking had become quite a challenge after the second bottle of wine.

“Not gonna lie, love, I can’t fookin’ get up for the life of me.” Arthur pulled you closer against his bare chest and slipped one hand into your messy long hair, not willing to move. The tenderness of his caresses made your whole body relax and you melted in the warmth of his freckled skin. To hell with the bed, you thought, the floor would do the trick.

When the party had come to an end, Arthur had carried you bridal-style to one of the mansion’s magnificent bedrooms, despite being completely drunk. The whole walk had been tedious with poor Arthur staggering in the stairway, but you could not have cared less — you were as wasted as he was and could not walk anymore. Maybe the alcohol contest with Kat and Uncle Charlie had not been such a great idea after all… Once you reached the bedroom, Arthur and you collapsed on the large fur rug that was on the wooden floor and clumsily took off each other’s clothes between heated kisses and steamy moans. He had impatiently waited for the wedding night, calling you “Mrs. Shelby” and “me lovely wife” all the way. That being said, a few intoxicated chuckles had embellished the symphony of your love when alcohol made one of you missed the other’s lips. No one could tell how many hours went by nor how many times you made love — Not even you. You were only coming back to your senses now that you were both snuggling naked on the floor, your legs entangled and your mind still clouded with your latest orgasm.

“I don’t want this wonderful day to end,” Arthur said, his gruff voice finally breaking the comfortable and peaceful silence that had settled in the room. A slow and long exhale escaped from your nostrils at his words before you laid lazy kisses on his chest. Your lips, still hungry for him despite your drowsiness, trailed up until they reached the golden cross pendant he was always wearing. A shiver ran down his spine when you took it between your full lips and looked up to his eyes through your Bambi lashes, “Fook — you make me so… Happy.”

“And I’ll do my best to keep you happy every day of your life.” You replied after a little while, setting the pendant free from your tantalizing mouth. “That was a pretty successful day.”

“It was, eh.” Arthur softly smiled at your words, his piercing blue eyes enjoying your mesmerizing beauty and his long fingers gently massaging your scalp, “We got a letter and a bouquet from Mrs. Solomons, y’know. She wanted to come but her husband’s back was hurting too much. ”

“Oh yes? Rosie is a sweetheart.”

“And her husband’s a cunt.” He growled, “Bloody bastard.”

“I know right? But she’s great. She’s been teaching me so many interesting things about feminism! Really made me want to attend her next meeting!”

“Women… You’re all going to overpower us one day.” Arthur said, his voice tinted with amusement. His free hand quickly grabbed the bottle of whisky that was next to him and took a mouthful of alcohol.

“It would not be a bad thing,” You pressed a kiss against his chin and he hummed in response, delighted by the way you showered him with tenderness. Arthur would have been purring under your touch if he had been able to do so. It just felt good — so good the whole world could have gone down in flames he wouldn’t mind as long as you kept pampering him like you were doing. You made him feel loved. You made him feel at peace… And God knows how much he needed that. “Especially for Michael. Have you seen his girlfriend Nora? She looked exhausted.”

“She just gave birth to her second child. Of course, she’s exhausted, love.” He said. His hand, which had been playing with your hair until then, slowly ran down your naked back.

“Hm.” That was all you replied, for you felt Michael’s girl was more than just physically exhausted. Something was definitely off in their relationship, but you did not want to mingle. “Their daughter is lovely, though.”

“She is.”

Another silence fell in the bedroom, only embellished by the relaxing cracking of the woods burning in the hearth. Both of you had closed your eyes, slowly drifting away into Morpheus’ kingdom.

“Angel?” He called you with a sleepy voice.

“Yes, Arthur?” You answered, dozing off.

“ I’d love to have kids with ye, eh. Little white-haired and blue-eyed us running barefoot in the forest… Little embodiments of our love brightening our life.” His voice was merely a whisper now for he was slowly falling asleep, “I’ve always wanted to be a dad… but thought I was too messed up for that.”

“You aren’t.” You smiled and let your fingers lazily graze his skin, your nails crossing through his chest hairs and ending their race on his heart, right where his tattoo was “I want it too Arthur. I want it too.”

Sleep made the last word of your sentence die on your lips. Now, the hullabaloo of the party was no more. All the remaining noises were the harmonious murmurs of your slow breathings and the lullaby sung by the fire, which had never been so comforting.

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frecklef0x · 3 years ago

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Kits Lavellan waded into the Well of Sorrows, keenly aware of Morrigan’s eyes boring into her back. She would have liked to turn back and say something snide, maybe gloating, to that shem witch—but she was immediately distracted by an onslaught of energy.

It was like walking through a crowded room unnoticed: glimpses of faces, clips of conversation, a shuffling of emotions and pieces of a shared memory. Forms of spirits seemed to brush by her, preoccupied, but when she turned to look at them they were gone. They moved through her and around her in strange loops, perpetually in the corner of her eye.

Kits hesitated only a moment before cupping the water into her hands and taking a drink. The spirits froze suddenly and all turned to face her before she was plunged into darkness. The lights of their eyes were the last things to fade.

[Spirit + Loop: Inktober 2021]

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oh-saints · 2 years ago

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bowling

what were the odds of the one and only sir lewis hamilton sparing you some time for a mini lesson on mercedes' annual bowling session in japan?

lewis hamilton x merc-crew!OC

word count: 2.3k

tw: nothing

note: blurbs because that particular gif above still sent me UGHHH istg pls sir i just wanna finish GR's part 2 and the mason story i have in mind :(

“who hasn’t had any turns?”

susie wolff was still beaming as she scanned the bowling alley the team had reserved beforehand for the mercedes-amg petronas f1 team’s annual bowling session. the matron—god bless the woman—was visibly trying hard to involve everyone and making sure everyone’s involved, not leaving everyone behind. at the end of the day, the bowling session was an initiative to bring the mobile crew members closer as well as an outlet to let out their stress after going through halfway around the world for a full season of racing.

“you!” susie wolff pointed at the girl at the far back, just as the girl intended to until susie discovered her wishing the earth to swallow her whole so she didn’t have to participate the sport. “how dare you try to slip away from my sight! aletta, you’re next!”

“no, no, no, no, no,” aletta shook her head ferociously she could feel her head going dizzy from the violent shake. “please, no. not me.”

“why not?” george—god, the mischief george—discreetly challenged her to give the rest of the crew a good reason as to why she had to be excluded. she knew because, even without many explicit words being said, george liked to rouse an emotion from her. for god knows what. “are you scared to lose?”

“no!” at george’s raised brow, aletta pursed her lips to give herself a moment to think how to answer george. as much as she enjoyed their bickering, aletta didn’t want to fuel any fire george might be lighting up soon. “it’s not that.”

everyone was expectant of her, of her answer, because everyone had bowled their turns.

except for sir lewis hamilton.

which made everyone realise they were short of one person playing, when the team had registered an even number of people to play today.

fuck it. lewis was brilliant at this—the entire bowling session was sparked by his motive to introduce the crew to one of his favorite sports—and there was no way she could cover her disastrous skills and experience. she didn’t see any choice but to heed to george’s next question.

“then what is it?”

“i can’t bowl for life, okay, george?” aletta let out a heavy huff from her nose. “happy now?”

“then at least try,” susie came down to aletta’s seat before clutching aletta’s hands in hers. “please? for me?”

who was she to deny THE susie wolff, anyway? if she did, she might upset susie, which would upset toto. and upset toto wasn’t the easiest hulk to put down to sleep. god help us all when his emotions were spiked.

“okay,” aletta gave in, pursing her lips hesitantly. “but please teach me how.”

“oh, lewis can teach you!” susie jumped up from the seat beside her and dashed for lewis’ attention. “lewis, will you please give aletta the basics of bowling?”

lewis’ signature light-weighted voice resonated well like it was music to aletta’s ears. “you’ve never played?”

aletta stepped forward timidly, every step she took signalled she was succumbing to the embarrassment of being defeated by susie wolff and her eyes blinking rapidly—a sign she was utterly nervous; not just because she was to humiliate herself in front of hundreds of people, but she was about to step up to sir lewis hamilton. as the new junior social media officer, she was usually attached to george russell instead of handing the meticulous and particular job for the senior driver.

“no…?” aletta instinctively reached for a ball—my days, that is flipping heavy!—to the nerves threatening to spill all over the floor. gross, that would’ve been a whole new level of humiliation. “is that so hard to believe?”

aletta wished lewis wouldn’t catch on how she was struggling to hold the ball but the light vibrations under her feet told her the otherwise.

“nope, wrong ball,” lewis grabbed the shiny object from her hands and put it back where it belonged. “where do you hangout with your friends then?”

“you don’t want the answer to that.”

lewis, for unbeknownst reason to aletta, laughed at her submission before turning around to give her another bowling ball. “try me. but is that still too heavy for you?”

aletta’s eyes widened as she weighed down the ball. she didn’t know there were different types of this thing. “this one’s perfect, thank you.”

lewis nodded in acknowledgement. “you’re holding it wrong but answer me first then we’ll start the basic.”

the younger woman was surprised that the sir lewis hamilton was willing to hear how she lamely spent her time. “we read books together and have a discussion about it.”

“okay, look at how i hold the bowling ball. make sure it’s these three fingers that you put inside those three holes because you’ll hurt your fingers if you don’t,” lewis went ahead to demonstrate it for her before he put it down and corrected the digits she placed in those little, ugly black holes. “ah, yes, i heard your book community.”

“you did?!”

thank god lewis was still holding the hand she placed on the bottom side of the ball, stabilising her as his words sent every fibre of her being out of this world. god knows what’d happen if she dropped the heavy object right to his feet—oh the thought she could’ve jeopardized his next race header raised hairs all over her body.

aletta, in fact, built a strong online community centred to feel woman empowered from books they read. every week she would determine which book to be read to be discussed on the next community discussion. the fantastic engagement on the social media she created for the community was one of the reasons why mercedes hired her in the first place.

but she had no idea—none, nada—that there was a famous figure watching over her account, especially as famous as lewis hamilton. not even george, whom she had been working together from the beginning of this season, knew about the existence of her digital persona.

the shock even alternated her mind from the fact that lewis hamilton was holding her hands. in other circumstances, aletta would’ve gagged at this whole “the prince and the pauper” scene.

“yes, i think it’s impressive how you can unite people through books,” lewis pushed her towards the alley when he was done showing her how to hold the ball. aletta guessed lewis would’ve shaken his head at how ridiculous she was—how could one not know bowling? “you can even make them feel empowered from the characters a fiction book creates. what you do is amazing, is that so hard to believe?”

“it’s more of i can’t believe you’ve heard of the community,” aletta took a shaky breath as lewis corrected her posture this time, to stand a bit straighter. “no one here knows about them except my manager and the hiring team.”

“you really should tell me how you go incognito like that when in reality you have almost half a million followers,” lewis laughed under his breath, probably at his own irony. “now, you’re ready to bowl?”

“never.”

and there was the carefree laugh—the one people always said it sounded like a grandpa wheezing—but to her it was rainbow coming to life. at that moment, aletta got reminded of her sister’s answer to her question of “when do you know you like him?”. the other woman smiled dreamily as she answered, “when you just want to make him laugh all the time.”

“here, watch me.”

it turned out lewis hamilton truly graced the pedestal to teach her how to bowl properly. heck, lewis hamilton went galactic and beyond to lift her from the brink of embarrassing herself further. he went step by step to make sure she got the right posture to get a strike.

susie was the one to call it off the mini tutoring session between lewis and aletta as soon as the matron realised aletta now possessed enough of skills to bowl her first ball without rolling it to the gutter. lewis pushed the small part of her back gently before aletta took her bowling stance—three steps from the line, just as lewis instructed—for the first time ever in her short span of life. but as soon as she let go of the ball, aletta didn’t have the heart to see how many pins she managed to knock out. she didn’t want to get her hopes high after being taught by lewis, only to find george laughing at her result.

but simultaneous cheers she got instead. then the machine voice boomed. strike!

aletta had never turned around so fast in her entire life that it made her head spinning in dizziness. she saw that the machine didn’t lie and that she had, indeed, violently put down the entire set of aligned pins. she could feel her jaw slacking before she realised what she was doing.

on the background, lewis was definitely laughing at her reaction but clapping nonetheless. “you sure this is your first time? you’ve got it in you!”

aletta shook her head. “no way i did that.”

“yes way, missy,” lewis stepped up with his own bowling ball before rolling the shiny object on his own lane. “this is going to be a fun game with you. now it’s your turn again.”

lewis recognise aletta was about to dash for her life so he got a hold of her wrist to stop her from going anywhere. aletta groaned at how fast lewis moved to retaliate her initiation. “can somebody take my place instead?”

“why?”

“because i suck at it, i can feel it!”

“you just hit a strike, who does that on her first ever attempt to bowl?”

“it’s called beginner’s luck, lewis,” aletta rolled her eyes, half with the intention to forget the feeling of lewis’ hands lost from her skin. “we all have that.”

“alright, ms. partypooper,” lewis rolled the sleeves of his black customised sweater and may god forgive aletta for ogling at the sight. “tell you what. if you roll the dice once more and you fail to hit another strike, you can have me do whatever content you’re planning for the next race week.”

her senior social media officer—the one who was responsible for lewis’ appearances on all of mercedes-amg petronas f1 team’s social media—and their direct social media manager jumped elatedly at lewis’ offer in exchange of the challenge. they immediate shouted you can do this! to aletta, even though they were metres away from where aletta and lewis stood. aletta couldn’t even hide the fact that she was tempted at the prize waiting for her at the end of the line because everyone knows lewis didn’t do any more social media stuffs to gain engagement, interactions, or anything that could possibly land him another sponsorship.

(oh to be legends, aletta sighed.)

“you’re being serious?”

lewis raised his eyebrows, giving her what the fuck look. “do i look like i’m joking?”

“nooooooot really… but what’s in it for you?”

lewis only answered her question by handing her another ball fitted for her size as he said, “one way to find out, no?”

aletta could simply lose by not performing well and got the content we all had been waiting for. the thing was, lewis taught her too well for a first-timer that aletta didn’t know how to downgrade the skill she had gained from the world class athlete. she couldn’t even pretend she didn’t know how to bowl anymore, her acting prowess would put pornstars on any podium.

hence, another strike.

this time, aletta didn’t have any time to turn around and avoid digesting reality. everything happened to fast as she focused on not slipping after she threw the ball on the alley that when she stood up, the pins had all already been on the floor, colliding against each other. she gasped at the incredible sight, remained rooted to the ground while the machine swept away the pins clear because fucking hell. aletta didn’t have any athletic bone and now she striked twice?

“told you you’re a natural,”

hairs stood up once more at lewis’ voice came up behind her, gentle as usual but a hint of something more laced behind it. like she should be scared of it. like she should be scared of lewis, for the first time in forever. like she should be scared of what would happen with their dynamics. but may god forgive her for her disinterest to succumb to the fear and wanting to find out what’s in the bag for them. like she just wanted to scream fuck you! to the world and listen to the devil for once.

the pause was killing her because she knew—god did she know—lewis still stood behind her. his breath tickled the back of her ear the only way he knew how, the only way her body alighted at the subtle touch. she wished he’d get this done and over it because my days, aletta couldn’t stand the pregnant tension between them. she was so afraid if she breathed, it’d scatter the bubble and ruin the life of her and she had to walk down the walk of shame.

but maybe aletta should’ve listened to what her mother says. pray in detail; how would God know what you want? aletta had to remind herself to exhale the breath that was caught in her throat, now panting as a result, because bloody hell did she not expect the seam of lewis’ lips grazed down the shell of her ear so featherily she would think she was dreaming if it wasn’t for the next string of words.

“seems like i get to take you for a dinner sometimes. after all, you still owe me the tricks to go incognito.”

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