#Lucy darling I’m speechless

[luciarb2onab]

She does things to me…

damn she looks so pretty

[hazelfoureyes]

before i never really interacted with blogs(cuz anxiety and very toxic friends had my tumblr, who ive gotten rid of now) but now i literally interact with every post bc of you, you are god and i will worship you, your smut is poetic af and has my legs SHAKING(.literally.)

i am ON MY KNEES❗

also, alastor and his rivals(vox or lucifer) x reader smut? like i know alastor would be petty asf and have them watch as he fucks the living out of their beloved, im curious, do you have any ideas regarding that?(cuz your ideas are delicious and im hungry for that)

You’ve left me speechless which is quite the accomplishment, Darling. I am just a little goblin! Or like the tooth fairy, but instead of teeth I take praise and instead of money I leave filthy smut 🥺 I am so glad you removed the toxic friends and are interacting more. 💖 you deserve better and your interactions are a joy. Thank you for brightening my day! I am so far away and yet you’ve got me blushing like a fool.

oooh yes okay so! Here’s some ideas 👀

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Energy for me is Lucifer: Here to please. Alastor: Here to win. I imagine Luci brings you to the hotel for Charlie’s Birthday party, already having a precious casual fling once or twice before. All the guests are there, everyone is dancing and drinking and having a good time. Alastor notices how you call him Luci, how Lucifer cant keep his cool when you lean closer to him when you speak. Naturally, Alastor sees an opportunity to fuck with Lucifer so he asks for a dance. He is uncharacteristically sweet and loving, willing to do anything to get under the king of hell’s skin. He changes the music to something slow, holding you close he whispers in your ear during your dance, “How can any man maintain composure around you? I feel my manners slipping through my fingers every time you look my way.” When you leave the party to cool down, Alastor follows, finding you in an empty room trying to decompress. “Would you hate me if I kissed you? Be forewarned, once I start, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop…”

Lucifer walks in to see you absolutely melting under Alastor, lipstick smeared and face flushed. But Luci adores you, your pleasure is his pleasure and he’s compelled to stay and watch, even as Alastor makes you moan and scream his name. “Who do you belong to, sweetheart?” “Whose cock are you made for?” You’re reduced to incoherent babbling by the time Alastor is finished toying with Lucifer. Lucifer can’t take it anymore and finds himself crawling onto the bed to swallow your moans and shower you in praise.

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I can see Vox bringing his beloved personal assistant to an overlord meeting for note taking, and Alastor notices your glances to him. Vox adores you, and is always on his best behavior around you to impress you. Alastor waits for you outside of Vee Tower that night for a “chance run in”. “What luck! Allow me to buy you a drink, as a welcome to hell.” Charms you as any good southern boy could, and suggests you both go back to your office for privacy. Knowing full well Vox has cameras all over the office, Alastor fucks Vox’s assistant on his desk while maintaining eye contact with the massive collection of screens there. Vox catches sight of this while skimming through the feeds but can’t break away from the video. Alastor keeps your back to the displays while bouncing you on his cock, smirking at Vox the entire time as he leans back on his desk chair. Vox is seething and finally rushes to his office to find Alastor gone and you lying on your back, still out of breath and cum dripping onto the desk.

Vox keeps you, but gets rid of the desk. He can’t let Alastor have the satisfaction of making him lose his prized employee. For weeks after, while zoning out in board meetings, his screen flashes images of Alastor smirking from over your shoulder as you ride him. He’s entirely unaware that it’s happening and everyone is too scared to tell him.

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Hi ash! How are you? Hope you're doing great. Can we have the office wife part 2 pretty please? 🥺🥺

The Office Wife || jeong.j || pt.2

GENRE: fluff, angst and smut!

WARNINGS: crying, jealousy, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of kids, mentions of miscarriage, kissing, possessiveness, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, slight degrading and praising.

read THIS to understand what happened!

“hey babe? can you get—?” your husband comes from behind you and grabs the jar of olives. “thank you,” you sigh and turn around, grabbing your husband and pulling him down so your lips press against his.

“you’re welcome, baby. did you need anything else? i have to find lucinda, she let go of my hand earlier.” the store was small and the town was small so everyone knew everyone.

“uh, no. i just have to find some tomato sauce because luci said she wants to eat spaghetti for dinner.” your husband nods before going off to find your daughter.

as you go to turn away to find the tomato sauce, little footsteps run towards you. “mommy! mommy!” you turn to see your little girl running with a bag of candies in her hands.

“hi, sweetie. what do you have there?” you lean down and she holds up her bag of rainbow marshmallows. “it’s a rainbow!” the packaging was labeled, unicorn poop swirls. interesting.

“this man helped me get it, it was very high for me and i couldn’t find daddy to help me.” you tilt your head. “didnt mommy say to never talk to strangers?” her eyebrows knit as she frowns. “i know, i’m sorry.”

you pick up your daughter who fumbles with the candy bag. “let’s go find daddy, he has the basket.” you start to exit the isle when lucinda drops her bag of candy. “oh, darling.” you go to pick it up but someone grabs it.

“i believe you dropped this.” you’re stunned to see your ex husband standing in front of you. “y/n,” jaehyun says in shock while holding out the candy bag. “jae.. jaehyun.”

it had been five years since the divorce and jaehyun was lost without you.

“hi, how’ve you been? you look,” he looks you up and down and his eyes widen. “pregnant..” he brings his eyes back up at yours. “uh.. yeah.. yeah, five months.” he licks his lips that had gone dry.

“so, who’s—?” you look back to see your now, husband standing behind you, holding your waist as he throws a glare at jaehyun. “hi, i’m johnny. and, you are?” your husband had his hand out, waiting for jaehyuns hand.

jaehyun sticks out his hand and shakes johnnys. “jaehyun. jeong jaehyun.” johnny raises his eyebrows. “hm, i’ve heard a lot about you.“ jaehyun looks at you and then back at johnny.

“so, uh, babe? you ready to checkout?” johnny asks you and you look up at him. “yeah and, luci wants this.” luci hands him the bag of candy. “unicorn poop swirls, huh.” he tosses it in the basket.

“well, we better get going. johnnys making spaghetti tonight.” jaehyun gulps and nods. “h—hey, can i get your number? maybe.. we could get together and have dinner?” oh, dinner? we?

“i don’t.. i’m not sure it’s a good idea—?” you shake your head but he hands you a card. “it’s alexs number, she’s a realtor. give us a call and we can discuss and catch up over dinner.” you exhale before nodding. “sure, have a great night.” jaehyun nods before you walk off with johnny and luci.

it had been weeks since the incident of bumping into jaehyun at the grocery store.

instead of you calling them, jaehyun had found your number and texted you for dinner.

“god damn,” you turn when hearing your husband wince. “what? what? what happened?” your fingers still fiddling with your pearl earrings.

johnny walks towards you with his hands in his pockets and his lips puckers and his eyes squinted. he shook his head side by side before biting his lip. “fuck, baby. you look so.. so.. god, im speechless.” he runs his hand down your ass.

“johnny,” you chuckle while pushing him away. “you’re such a liar.” you whine and johnny rushes behind you. “look at you,” he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror. “such a young, hot mommy. look at your cute baby bump.” he turns you and rubs your belly.

you laugh and turn back to him. “i love you.” you sigh and bring him down to your lips. “and, i love you more.” he says in the kiss.

you squeal and push johnny away as he squeezes your ass. “alright, let’s go before we’re late.” you walk out the bathroom to grab your bag. “uch, i can’t believe you even agreed to go out to dinner with them.” johnny sucks his teeth. “it’s just one dinner, baby.“ he hugs you from behind and kisses behind your ear.

“—mr jeong, correct?” the waiter say and you and johnny nods. “right— follow me.” johnny pats your side as he guides you behind the waiter.

there was a table with four chairs and breadsticks in the middle of the table. “take a seat and i will take your order for drinks.” johnny pulls out your chair and lets you sit. “i’ll just have a water, please.” you say as johnny sits in his seat. “as will i, please.” the waiter nods and walks to the back.

“that’s weird, we’re early? they said to come at eight, did they not?” you ask while looking around. “i’ll give them a call to see where they’re at.” he fishes out his phone before humming. “he just texted and said that something came up with him and alex. and, that they won’t make it.”

you frown and look to the side when seeing the waiter come with a tray of two glasses of water. “thank you.” you mutter while he hands the two glasses to you. “are you two ready to order?” you look at johnny who looks at you. “uh, no. we’ll need a bit more time, please.” he nods and walks away.

“don’t be jealous, baby.” you say, unlocking the door and pushing it open. “jealous? you must’ve forgotten that i never get jealous, huh?” you yelp as he spanks you while shutting the door.

you tsk, “please, the whole car ride you were complaining about how he kept staring at my breasts every time he took our order or asked if we were doing fine. sure, johnny. that doesn’t sound like jealousy at all.” you say with full sarcasm in your tone.

johnny chuckles and leans his head back. “oohh, baby. don’t tempt me.” you turn and smirk. “i love being a little tease so, why shouldn’t i tempt you?” you shimmy your shoulders a bit and johnny shakes his head with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“does me shaking my butt do anything to tempt you?” you shake your ass side to side and you could hear johnny wince. “does me pushing my dress up tempt you?” you scrunch your dress up to where it slides above your knees and right below your ass.

“as much as it does, i’ll have to say no.” you pause and turn to him. “what about me saying that the whole night, i’ve been bare this whole time.” you see his eyes flicker and his jaw clench.

johnny clears his throat and his gaze turns dark. “i’ll give you a head start.” this time, you tilt your head. “a head start? for what?” what else. “to run.” your eyes widen. “but, i—i’m pregnant?!” your hands fly to your bump. “one.. two..” johnny started to walk towards you before you jolt up the stairs.

johnny looks side to side when he makes his way up the stairs. “hm, i wonder where she is?” he hums and turns right, to the bathroom where you always hid when playing hide n’ seek with lucinda.

“hmm.. is she in here? maybe, she isn’t. let’s go look in the basement.” johnny stays put and quiet before you pull the curtains to the side and climb out of the bathtub. “dang it!” you pout as johnny laughs while lifting you up and carrying you to the room.

“you know that isn’t fair, right?” johnny scoffs and sits you on the bed. “and, how isn’t it fair.” he’s leaned down in front of you. “because, you always find me in the bathroom.” you sounded like a kid who didn’t get a toy from the toy shop. “well, find a better hiding spot then, baby. you always hide there.” he cups your face.

“now, spread your legs for me.” his tone didn’t even change, it was still gentle. “go on, baby. spread em’ for me.” his hand slithers down your thigh and his fingers push your legs apart.

you whimper a bit as johnny slips his fingers in your cunt. “j—johnny..” you grab his wrist and he uses his free hand to tilt your chin up. “what, baby? you don’t want this?” he brushes his thumb against your bottom lip. “no, i want this.” your feet brush against his bulge.

“oh, baby.” johnny softly chuckles. “we’ll get there, don’t worry. but, what’s the rush? we have all night to ourselves.” he’s right, his parents had lucinda for the night.

johnny reaches behind you and grabs the pillows, fluffing them behind you and laying you back on them making you sit up right.

johnny thrusts his fingers and uses his thumb to rub your clit. “j—johnny!” you whine, clamping your legs shut and squirming around as he picks up his pace.

it felt like pure torture with his pace and with his fingers curling inside you.

“wa—wait! j—john—?!” you squeal and toss your head back as you squeeze your legs together. “ooohh, baby.” johnny chuckles in a cooingly tone as he pulls his hand out between your legs and shakes his hand. “what a mess.” he tuts and slips off the bed.

your eyes follow as he grabs a towel and walks towards the bed while wiping off his hand.

you’d squirted.

“i—im sorry, should i wash the sheets?” it wasn’t a huge wet spot, it was just a few sprinkles. “don’t worry about it, baby. once we’re done, i’ll wash them.”

johnny undoes his belt and his pant. “touch yourself for me, baby. want you to stretch yourself out for me. can you do that?” you nod, too focused on his hands fiddling with his belt and button.

johnny grins and brings down your hand to your pussy that dripped after johnny fingered you for several minutes.

you bite your lip and start circling your clit. “that’s it, baby.” johnny says quietly and watches with lust and love. you whimper when slipping in your ring and middle finger.

“add another finger for me, baby.” his chin jerks towards you. you whine a bit with angry eyebrows and add your pointer finger. “‘s too much.” you pout and look up at johnny. “if it’s too much then don’t you think my cock wont fit?” you squirm at his slight threat.

“should we find out?” you quickly nod and pull out your fingers in a hurry. “my good girl always has her legs open for me, doesn’t she? such a good girl.” johnny softly jerks himself before grabbing your hips and yanking you more down.

johnnys tip nudges your entrance before he pushes in with a groan. “b—baby,” you mewl and squeeze his wrists. “ahh,” johnny sighs with a crooked smile. “look at that,” you lean your head forward to see his cock buried in your cunt. “fits just perfectly.”

your knees connect as he rubs your clit with his thumb, again. “s—stop being a tease.” he spreads your legs. “keep em’ open. and, if i were a tease.. would a tease be doing this?” he leans forward and starts plowing into you. you gasp and push at his chest but, his strength held him in place with a smirk.

“say, ah.” he commands and you open your mouth with your tongue slightly out. “mmm,” johnny hums while sticking his finger into your mouth.

you moan around johnnys finger, swirling your tongue and sucking. all while johnny watches with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

johnny pulls his finger out of your mouth and watches as a string of saliva follows your lips and his finger. johnny turns you on your side and proceeds to pound into you as you moan into your pillow.

johnny looks to the side and grabs your coconut oil, clicking the cap open and squirting some onto your thigh and ass. “wha—? johnny?!” he brings his palm and spreads the oil everywhere.

he spanks you before you cum with a cry and your hand squeezing his wrist. “look at you being such a cutie and cumming all over my dick.” he squeezes your ass before chasing his own orgasm.

johnny let’s out a long and exaggerated groan as he dumps his cum into you. painting your walls with his white cum.

you and johnny both heave after finishing. “can we shower?” you ask and johnny laughs. “you thought we were done?”

oh, boy.

after two more rounds, johnny washed you up and got some ice cream for you before heading to bed.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

the knocking and doorbell ringing wakes you up with a jolt and a gasp. you check the ring to see jaehyun crying in front of your door.

what the hell was he doing standing in front of your house at four in the morning?

“i’ll get it.” you tell johnny before giving him a quick peck and leaving the room.

you swing the door open and jaehyun nearly falls in. “y—y/n,” his nose sounded stuffed. “i really.. i really miss you.” what nonsense was he saying?!

“jaehyun, stop. go home. do i need to call taeyong and doyoung?” jaehyun sniffles and drops onto his knees, his pleading red eyes looking up at yours. “y/n, please don’t. please l—listen to me.” he grabs your hands gently and leans his head against your belly.

“jaehyun, please don’t do this. not right now, not ever. you need to leave.” you could feel his tears seep through your shirt. “y/n, i love you. i r—really love you.” he sobs and you shake your head. “no, jaehyun. i���m married to a wonderful man who loves and takes care of me and my kids. i—i mean, w—what about alex?” you gently push him off you.

he sniffles and looks up at you, again. “i broke up with her just earlier. after i saw you a—at the market, i realized that.. i’ve missed you and that i truly do still love you. please, you have to believe me.” he voice cracks at his pleads.

you help him up on his feet. “you need to leave. you cannot be here.” you push him and push the door in front of you. “i spent weeks being at my worst while thinking about my miscarriage and thinking about you but, you.. you were too busy getting your fucking cock sucked and fucked by some work bitch!” the tears in your eyes shook as well as your voice.

“so, you can’t just come to my front porch in the middle of the night just to beg for me to come back after what you put me through. you made me look like a fool.” jaehyun starts to sob hysterically. “y/n, please—?” his eyes slightly move up as a figure appears behind you.

“she said for you to leave.” the door cracks open as johnny slightly pulls it to the side.

jaehyun brings his eyes to you. they were pleading and full of guilt.

“goodnight, jaehyun.” you whisper and jaehyuns eyes twitch as a tear drops. “see you around.” johnny slams the door and turns you around. “let’s go to bed, now.” johnny leads you to the bedroom and tucks the two of you in with a goodnight nights kiss to your forehead and lips.

what a night.

[from-a-reckless-writer]

Can you do a little supercorp one-shot based on the song Classy Girl from The Lumineers please?

“Don’t even think about it,” Winn mutters to Kara before taking a swig of his beer. They were leaning against the bar counter. It was a crowded night, Kara had never been at this side of the city before,  the air thick with that usual smell of sweat and cigar smoke. 

“W-what? I wasn’t even doing anything, what are you talking about?” Kara protests although her face screams guilty, as if she and Winn had had this conversation a million times before and she had been caught a million times before. 

“You’ve been staring at her like you wanna devour her. Trust me she’s not the girl you want on your list of conquests.”

“Lists of conquest?! Wha-?! I. Do. Not. Have. A list of conquests, Winslow,” Kara scoffs out, irritated that, yes,  they are indeed having this conversation again. 

“Lucy, Siobhan, Imr-” 

“Shut up, Winn.”

“Thought so,” Winn retorts, but Kara is still pointedly staring not even trying at subtlety, 

“But I’m serious, Kara. Not her.”

“Why not? Who is she, anyway?”

“Lena.”

“Mm. Pretty name for a pretty face, who is she, Winn?” 

“She’s a Luthor, Kara.” 

At that, Kara’s eyes snap back at her and Winn feels a bit of relief at the slightest sign of interest in his warning. 

“She’s Lex’s precious sister, if Lex doesn’t skin you alive himself, Lois probably will.”

“Lois? As in Lois Lane? As in Kal’s Lois Lois? What’s she got to do with it?”

“What do you mean what’s she got to do with it? Kara, Lex almost got Clark killed. You do know that, right?” Winn says in disbelief at Kara’s obliviousness. 

All of a sudden flashes of frantic phone calls from Lois and Martha appear in her mind, Kal bruised and battered, the Danvers immediately taking her away, Eliza mumbling about El’s and Lu-

Luthor. 

Oh. Luthors. Lex, Lena. They’re The Luthors. 

“Oh,” Kara says dumbly. 

“Yes, ‘oh’, now you know. So, don’t even think about it Kara.”

Winn turns around to face the bartender, signaling for another pint while continuing to talk Kara out of a potential disaster.

“How about that waitress earlier? The one who called you hand-”

When he turns around his friend is nowhere to be found and his eyes search the bar in alarm. 

And there, in the far side of the bar—the one spot Kara has been eyeing all night—is his friend slowly sauntering her way through. Headed for one Lena Luthor no doubt. Winn fights the urge to clap a hand to his forehead in frustration. 

***

“Finally found the courage to talk to me?” 

Are the first words tossed at Kara as she comes face to face with Lena Luthor. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kara says, a charming smile in place. 

“If you don’t pretend as if you haven't been eyeing me all night, I won’t pretend as if I didn’t enjoy having your eyes on me all night.” 

Lena raises a perfect brow at Kara and it’s a miracle that her knees haven’t given out. 

She parts her lips to respond but no words come out and her mind blanks. No lady has ever rendered her speechless before, it was always the other way around. 

“Cat got your tongue, Miss?” Lena purrs, smug smirk growing

“Danvers. Kara Danvers.”

Kara manages to choke out, Lena makes a face at the name as if in recognition. 

“Any relation to Alexandra Danvers?”

Kara tries to hide her shock and fails spectacularly so, of course Lena would know about the Danvers. 

“Sister,” She answers to which Lena says, “I didn’t know Alex has a sister.”

Kara loosens up at that, if Lena knew her as Danvers that means she has no idea she’s Kal’s cousin, no idea Lena’s brother almost killed the only biological family she has left. She doesn’t want the burden of that hanging over them at their first meeting. 

“Adopted,” She clarifies and for a moment she wonders if she should be concerned that all her brain is capable of at the moment are one word answers. 

“Hmm. Well, tell your sister to be more discreet about her,” Lena pauses as if searching for the right word as Kara waits in confusion. 

“-late night activities, especially if she’s going to involve Samantha Arias.”

Kara feels panic when Lena’s words finally click into place, Alex hasn’t even told Eliza about that, she certainly hasn't told Kara. Kara only knew because she made the mistake of passing Alex’s room in the middle of the night, back in Midvale and moans reached her ears, too breathy and too feminine to be a boyfriend. 

“How did you know about that?” Kara asks a bit hostile, when it comes to Alex and she’d do anything even if it means not getting the girl for once, if it meant keeping Alex’s sexuality quiet till she’s ready to tell. 

“No need to be so feisty, darling, Sam is my best friend. And let’s just say Luthors don’t like it when the people they care about are put in complicated situations,” Lena explains and she doesn’t miss the implications of the name ‘Luthor’ next to the phrase, ‘don’t like’.

Kara feels like she should be more concerned about Lena knowing these things especially if they just met, especially with the history between Lex and Clark but she called her ‘darling’ and Kara couldn’t care less about any of that.

“Now, that we got that over with, would you care for a dance?” 

She extends a hand out as her confidence surges again, only for Lena to stare at it, promptly ignore it and throw Kara off her game all over again. 

“Start small, Kara. How about a drink?” she smoothly evades as she hands Kara a bottle of beer, a Kangaroo on the label. 

Kara’s hand wraps around the neck of the bottle firmly, to fight off the longing of Lena’s hands in hers. 

And so, Kara takes her advice and she starts small. Asking Lena all the right questions and successfully avoiding any talk related to their familial background and Lena had never been more grateful. She learns that Lena doesn’t have a favorite constellation, how she writes her name on the first page of all of her books, how she doesn’t do breakfast and Kara realizes she never wants to know a person more than she does with Lena. Maybe, Winn was right. Maybe she really doesn’t want Lena to be just another name in her list of conquests. 

***

Either Kara had never heard of the Luthors before or she simply did not care, Lena did not know what to make of that,  but what matters is that she has never felt this open with another human being before. 

There was a pull when it came to Kara. She felt it the first moment her eyes landed on the blonde only to find her staring back at her. She watched her all night talk to a man, half-afraid that they were something more. But when she caught Kara staring again for the nth time that night—clear intent behind her eyes—Lena’s doubts fell away. 

“Enough about me, how about you? How come this is the first time I’m hearing of another Danvers in town?”

Kara knew they would eventually reach that. When she was thirteen she was whisked off to the Danvers, her family was gone, pain was all she knew, Clark was too caught up in his life and Metropolis was the least safest place to be for Kara. But when things finally quieted down and the Danvers decided to move back to Metropolis, she didn’t come. Deciding to stay in Midvale for college instead. And then finally moving to National City to pursue Journalism. She spent almost 5 years in the glory of being CatCo’s top reporter, only to be called back to Metropolis because of Jeremiah’s frail health. 

“A journalist. I should be wary of you, you know,” Lena whispers their lips a breadth apart, her hands scratching the blonde baby hairs at Kara’s nape, Kara’s hands finding their place on Lena’s hips. Kara finally got her dance and she knows if she leaned in she’d taste the beer on Lena’s lips. 

“There’s nothing to be wary about. I’d never hurt you, Lena.” 

It was such a heavy statement to say considering they’ve only known each other for 4 hours. But there was something inside Kara that says this was right. 

Whatever is happening or is going to happen between them, it’s right. 

That instinct had never failed her as a reporter before, even got her a Pulitzer so, why should she stop listening to it now?

She stares into Lena’s emerald eyes and slowly closes the gap…

Only for her lips to land on Lena’s cheek. 

She turned her face in the last minute! Kara feels the vibrations of laughter roll off Lena. 

Lena slowly tilts her head towards Kara again and Kara doesn’t bother hiding the confusion on her face. 

“What? I’m sorry did I read things wrong? I totally should’ve asked for con-”

Lena removes one hand from the back of her head to press a finger to Kara’s lips. 

“Classy girls don’t kiss in bars, you fool.”

***

“Do you remember the night we met?”

“Mm. Yes, you abandoned Winn for me, he’s still holding a grudge against you for that, did you know? He told me himself.”

Kara laughs and Lena feels more than hears as she presses herself closer to Kara; naked skin to naked skin, sheets sliding and hair messy. 

“Remember what you did that night?”

“No, what?”

“You denied me a kiss because according to you, ‘Classy girls don’t kiss in bars, you fool’.” 

It was Lena’s turn to laugh this time.

“Did I really say that? God, what a pretentious line, I should’ve let you kiss me instead.”

“You know what was running through my head even though you did that?”

“Mmno, what?”

“I thought, the hardest part is over. Like even if I don’t get a kiss tonight, it would be fine. Because I had already met you, I’ve found you and the hardest part is over.”

“That was as pretentious as my line, darling.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

“Kiss me, Kara.”

[marvelfansince08love]

Jealousy Sin

Word Count: 4397

Pairing: Lou Miller x Tammy x Reader - Established Poly Relationship

Prompts “You’re so pretty” “And you are drunk, darling”, “Wait, say that again”, “Go fuck yourself,” “How about you fuck me yourself, you coward?!”, “Come on now, dear. Let’s not torture her any longer”

Warning: NSFW 18+, bad smut writing lmao. 

A/N; @existentialcrisiscat​ thank you for sending in this request and look just in time for your birthday tomorrow! I send you my best wishes and I hope you enjoy this early bday present, July babies are the best! 

Thank you @imnotasuperhero​ for reading over this! Second attempt at poly smut so enjoy the mess lmao!

Permanent Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome​ @natasha-danvers​

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Prompts 14,16,20,39 “You know that the heart of a shrimp is located in its head and that a snail can sleep for 2 to 3 years continuously,” You excite, reciting from a ‘50 fun facts’ book Constance left lying around the lounge area of Lou’s apartment building. Your back against Tammy’s side with your legs stretched out on the sofa while she twirls a strand of your hair around her finger loosely peeking over to look at the ridiculous book. You hear Lou scoff from the open kitchen, making her way to where you are.  She hands you both a glass of wine each before grabbing a hold of your ankles and lifting them up from the sofa so she can sit close to you; your legs now stretched out across her lap. 

“That’s ridiculous babe. You read the weirdest stuff.” She teases, tickling your feet lightly making you squirm and yelp slightly at the sudden sensation making her eyes twinkle with mischief. 

“Hey! It’s true, see!” You turn the book around for her to read. 

“She’s right Lou. They are real facts,” Tammy defends teasing the older woman slightly, knowing that it’s usually you against them. You smile smugly at her as she snatches the book from you grumbling about ‘the mess that girl brings every time she’s round here’ making you and Tammy laugh. The back and forth exchange continues for some time as you all enjoy a rare peaceful night in; with another successful heist for the two woman and your new promotion underway, the lighthearted mood continues into the late night with loving kisses exchanged and sweet caresses as you all stumble into bed, tangled up in sheets and limbs as hot wet kisses are pressed on warm glistening skin. 

Being with Lou and Tammy for the past six month has been the most wonderful ride you have ever been on and you never want it to stop. 

Pure Paradise

Two weeks later 

Over the past two weeks the little bubble you three had created started to show cracks leaving you feeling insecure and down right pissed off. You see, being with two women who lead a life of crime no matter how elegantly and successfully they do it, can be difficult. Their planning has to be precise with no page left unturned, if one thing goes wrong it could mean prison for them and no one wants that. They’ve only ran one big heist since you started dating but you were in your honeymoon phase with them back then, they could do no wrong in your eyes. The less frequent phone calls and texts were justified when the two women hung the moon in your mind: 

‘It’s a big job they have. They need to focus and make sure it goes right, they still love and care for you the same, Y/N’. Debbie would remind you quietly away from the others, always aware and seeing behind the fake persona. 

“You are not going out, Y/N. That’s final.” You stand in your black turtleneck dress and heels, arms crossed in defiance. 

“Yes, I am. I’m celebrating my promotion with my colleagues whether you two like it or not.” 

“Come on, darling. Stay with us we had this reservation booked for tonight for weeks,” Tammy pleads slightly a little confused by your decline. You usually love date nights, especially when it involves the two of them and  food from your favourite restaurant. 

“Why are you being like this Y/N? You’ve been distant the last week and a half and don’t think we haven’t noticed you sneaking out of our room in the middle of the night to sleep in the guest room.” You scoff at the word ‘our’. 

‘It hasn’t been our room for the last two weeks’ You think spitefully. 

“Why do you even care Lou! You and Tammy have been so busy with each other the past two weeks, you barely noticed me leave last week for TWO DAYS Lou. It took two days for either of you to message me and then when I am here you’re both hovering over building prints and potential crew members, I understand that this isn’t something I’m a part of but you could at least act like me not being a part of this doesn’t affect our relationship!” You shout aiming your anger at both women. While Tammy has the decency to look guilty and slightly apologetic, Lou’s face turns hard and cold. 

“I’m sorry if our job has taken an importance over yours for once! We thought you understood what you were getting yourself into when we asked you to be a part of our lives Y/N, stop being a clingy brat and grow up.” Lou rages, her chest raising and falling heavily. Tammy takes a step forward to chastise Lou for her burst of anger but before she can intervene you hold up a hand indicating for Tammy to stop as you chuckle humorlessly with unushered tears, speechless. You shake your head in disbelief before grabbing your clutch and rushing for the door and heading into the night. 

***

The bar is crowded, full of warm bodies pressed closely together as the dim blue lights glow over the dance floor. You feel the rush of alcohol swarm your mind making you dizzy as you sway lightly to the beat of the sound, you notice your phone illuminate with missed calls and worried texts from your significant others. Your pissed and upset state had quickly changed once you had hit your first bottle of wine and twirled around on the dance floor with your colleagues after some time and a few tequila shots later, the fight you had with them seems miles away. You feel funny and brave as you see Tammy’s name flash on your phone and press the green icon to answer. 

“Well... hello gorgeous,” You flirt, your voice deep and slurred. 

“Y/N? I can’t hear you much. Darling, please tell me where you are so I can come and get you and bring you home to us?” You scoff at that before stumbling towards the smoking area by the front of the club. 

“Tam-Tam, I’m fine. Apparently I’m a brat and this is what brats do right?” You mock, hearing Lou sigh slightly in the background:

 ‘Is that her? Let me talk to her’ You hear Tammy hush her as if batting her hand away from the phone making you giggle. 

Tammy has always been the calmer mediator between you and Lou. 

‘You drive her crazy with your bratty ways Y/N’ Tam teased one evening her hand wrapped tightly around your waist as you shrugged in fake innocence  while watching Lou struggle to contain herself from across the room at her makeshift bar where she stood with Rose and Debbie, you and Tammy knew that the dress you were wearing was a little on the short side and showed your chest off beautifully driving them both wild, especially Lou. 

“Baby you know she didn’t mean it… you know how hot headed she can get,” Tammy murmurs, bringing an offended ‘hey’ out of Lou in the background. You roll your eyes and huff, knowing how right she is. 

“Why don’t you tell me where you are darling? We miss you,” Tammy confesses softly, making your heart flutter slightly. But with dutch courage in your system, you simply roll your eyes. 

“Well it doesn’t feel like you have missed me at all,” You murmur, leaning heavily against the wall of the club watching the nightlife before you. 

“You know that's not true and I’m only going to ask you this one more time Y/N. Where are you?” 

“Eye spy with my little eye, something being with L.” You giggle at your attempt of humour giggling loudly as Tammy huffs on the other side of the phone. 

“Hilarious babe, really.” 

“You're supposed to say Lamppost,silly!” You exclaim, hiccuping in between your sentence making you giggle once more.

“I’m coming to get you,” Tammy states, you can hear her moving around as if gathering her keys and heading for the door but not before hearing her and Lou argue about who’s going to get you. You sigh in defeat, knowing you have had far too much to drink and secretly want to go home so you can wrap yourself up in their warmth. 

“I’m at Russo’s.” You mumble, sulking in defeat before hanging up. Your colleague Matt pops his head out of the door scanning the smoking area, looking for you. He sees you and waves before striding over. 

“Hey Y/N! Come back inside, Lucy is bringing another round to the table. We’re celebrating in style tonight sweetheart.” You cringe subtly at the pet name before smiling weakly at him. 

“I’m actually waiting for my ride. I think I’ve reached my limit for the night.” You try to joke making him laugh a little too much, he steps closer to you and leans against the wall next to you as he lights a cigarette before offering you one. You shake your head in decline before scanning the street hoping to see Tammy’s ‘soccer mom’ car. 

“You look amazing tonight, by the way. Those two women sure are lucky.” Matt compliments, his eyes scanning you from head to toe lingering too long on your chest making you wrap your leather jacket around you, hiding from his lustful look. You step back to try and put some distance between you. 

“Oh uh, thank you and if anyone should be the lucky one it’s definitely me.” You state trying to put the point across. 

Fuck off!

“Have you ever thought of expanding this ‘little relationship’ to four people or is it a women’s only type of thing?” You gape at him in disgust as he shrugs his shoulders and smiles cheekily thinking he’s being charming. Before you can retaliate you feel a strong arm wrap around you from behind, making you smile slightly knowing that familiar pull of electricity.

“We are perfectly happy with the three of us Mr.Lawson, if you would kindly remove yourself away from my girlfriend before I send you back in there with an even higher pitched voice than before that would be much appreciated,” Tammy suggests, her voice hard and commanding making you shiver slightly at her authoritative tone. She stands tall in her heels, putting herself slightly in front of you, blocking his view of you. You watch as he gulps and stutters over his words, his face red in embarrassment as he stumbles an apology before heading back inside. You go to tease her about throwing her top energy around like that in front of others outside of the bedroom but her face shows that she’s in no laughing mood, you throw her your most doe eyed look making her sigh in defeat; never being able to stay mad at you. 

“Come on baby, let’s get you home.” She mutters into your ear as she pulls you closer to her side while guiding you over towards her car. 

You fumble around trying to get comfortable in the seat, once situated you relax against the warm seat as it heats up around you making you sigh contently. You lean your head to the side and face Tammy, taking in her soft features and full lips as the street lights hit her side profile making her look like an angel. 

“You’re so pretty,” You mumble to her, as you brush a finger across her cheek lightly and tuck a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“And you are drunk, darling,” She teases back dismissively, although her soft smile and tinge of pink on her cheeks shows how affected she is by your statement. You grin lazily at her as you feel sleep succumb bringing you into darkness. 

***

You wake by the sound of Tammy’s whispering voice coaxing you awake. 

“Come on darling, you need to wake up. You can’t stay in here all night,” She whispers, shaking you slightly. 

“5 more minutes, mom.” You mumble, turning away from her making her laugh out loud which causes you to wake, eyes wide at your slip up. 

“Wait, say that again.” She asks, subtly getting her phone out. 

“You better put that phone away Tammy or I’m going to stay with Debbie for the night.” You threaten, knowing how jealous her and Lou get whenever Debbie flirts with you to tease her best friends; which you are more than happy to go along with. She scowls playfully. 

“Fine fine, come on then, you lightweight. We better get in before Lou sends out a search party for the both of us.” She murmurs, climbing out of her side and walking around to help you out of the car. You frown suddenly realising that it was only Tammy who came to get you. 

“Is she still really mad at me?” You ask sadly, starting to sober up slightly and relaying the fight from earlier in your head.

Tammy helps you out of the vehicle and wraps an arm around your waist before giving you a reassurance kiss on your temple. 

“Yes… but not as pissed off as she was earlier on. She… we both know we’ve been rather neglectful of you lately and we promise to make it up to you.” She confesses, her eyes showing how sorry she is. 

“I’m sorry for acting out like I did… I know how important it is to make sure the job runs smoothly, I should have been more understanding. I’m sorry Tam-Tam.’ You apologise, pecking her cheek lightly. 

You both walk steadily through the front door but stop in your tracks when you notice Lou sitting casually on one of the single chairs in the living room area, her legs spread wide in her black suit pants and white open button shirt revealing a peek of her black bra making you and Tammy gulp. 

“Lou I..” She holds her hand up, silencing your apology. 

“Did he touch you?” You frown in confusion not fully understanding her meaning.

“Who?” 

“That guy from work, did he touch you?” 

“How do you know about th-” 

“Nine-ball,” you all say in unison, although Lou and Tammy’s casual tone in answer contrasting with your pissed off one doesn’t go unnoticed by either woman. 

“You were checking up on me through the security cameras!? Nice to know that not only am I a selfish brat, I'm also an unloyal one,” You snap towards them both as Tammy reaches for your hand, making you step back. 

“You know that’s not the reason, love. We didn’t know where you were, we needed to make sure you were safe,” Lou reasons for them both while Tammy nods in agreement, moving towards the middle space between you and Lou. 

“Oh because you care so much, fuck you both and your possessive asses.” You snapped in reply.

“Trust me, you haven’t seen me possessive yet sweetheart.” She says cockily as Tammy hums in agreement, clearly staying mutual within this argument you think sarcastically. 

“Well maybe I should go back out there and find him then, let’s see the real Tammy and Lou.“ You taunt, watching as both Tammy and Lou’s eyes flash dark, making your confident smug attitude flutter slightly. 

“Go fuck yourself,”  Lou spats clearing hitting a nerve, making you retaliate. 

“How about you fuck me yourself, you coward?!” You fight back, not realising that during your heated argument Tammy had slowly made her way behind you. You watch as Lou’s tense figure deflates. Her crystal blues flash with lust, swallowing quietly knowing that look all too well; the look that haunts your wet dreams whenever you’re apart from them.

“Is that what you want Y/N, you want us to show you who you belong to?” Lou questions grinning slightly, knowing that's exactly what you want while standing from the chair and stalking over towards you. She rolls up her sleeves slowly revealing the tattoos on her forearm as Tammy stands behind you placing her hands on either side of your hip keeping you in place, smirking knowingly. You shiver in anticipation, loving when they both take control over you. 

“I dunno Lou. Do you think she deserves it after the stunt she’s pulled tonight?”  Tammy questions Lou as if you weren’t trapped between the two women as Lou creeps dangerously closer, you bite your lip trying to hold back a moan as you feel Tammy’s wet tongue trace the shell of your ear. You watch as those blue eyes grow darker as they follow the direction of Tammy’s tongue carefully. Lou presses her front against your own; chest to chest, her nose brushing over yours before moving over your cheekbone and towards your ear, you watch from the corner of your eye as Tammy and Lou share a heated kiss over your shoulder making you groan loudly. This seems to draw their attention away from each other, their matching grins doing nothing to help the creeping wave of pleasure that ignites deep within your core. 

“Oh look Tam, it seems our darling girl wants our attention. Do you think we should give it to her?” 

‘Yes!’ You scream internally. Tammy laughs and takes sympathy to your doe-eyed expression gently cupping your face and turning you slightly towards her so she can place a chaste kiss on your lips. 

“I think we should... Besides we owe her an apology, I’m sure we can make it up to her.” Tammy mutters between placing quick wet kisses along the side of your jaw and neck. With that Lou swoops in and lifts you over her shoulder making you yelp out loud causing Tammy to giggle at her girlfriend’s actions before she slaps your ass and shushes you while she races ahead up the stairs, her hips swaying showing Lou her plump behind. You hear Lou growl low at Tammy’s teasing demeanor as she follows slowly after her up the stairs mindful of you being over her shoulder.

“Oh, am I just some sort of slave that you can carry around, you caveman?” You accuse, earning you a slap on the ass. 

“Ow! Watch it Miller. You know how tender my ass is,” 

“And I can’t wait to see that gorgeous ass all red on our bed, baby.” You squirm at that making Lou chuckle. 

She carries you into your shared bedroom before slowly lowering you down making you brush fronts as your feet touch the ground. She places a tender kiss to your mouth before looking over your shoulder and grinning, her eyes filled with glee and admiration. You turn around to face the bed, understanding Lou’s expression. Sitting upright against the headboard on top of satin sheets wearing a black lingerie babydoll set is Tammy. You lick your lips at the sight of her, drinking her in. 

“Did you have this on underneath those ‘mom’ clothes?” You tease, watching her roll her eyes at your poorly timed humor, loving it nevertheless. Her smirk confirms your suspicions. You watch as she slowly makes her way towards you both crawling on her hands and knees until she reaches the bottom of the bed, she kneels tall and beckons you both closer. You follow her call like a pirate to a siren as you are about to touch her, Lou wraps an arm around you, her chin against your shoulder. 

“You are far too overdressed,” she whispers huskily into your ear, as she slowly unzips the back of your dress letting it fall to the floor in a heap before placing sweet kisses along your shoulder blades and spanking your ass hard. You close your eyes at the sensation  and the feeling of cold air hitting against your warm skin, you feel a second pair of hands skim over your front tracing light touches across your chest before wrapping gently around your neck pulling your forward an inch as full luscious lips meet your own making you both moan in unison. You open your eyes and meet deep brown pools so full of love and passion. 

“Now, who's the one overdressed?” You tease making Tammy smirk mischievously before you both draw your attention to Lou who has left staggered marks along your neck and shoulder. She pulls away slightly and smirks as she unfastens the buttons of her dress shirt, you crotch in front of her and yank her suit trousers down in one sweep letting her step of them, you kiss your way back up her body while Tammy pushes her shirt off her shoulders, leaving us all equally in some state of undressed. Tammy grabs hold of your hand and pulls you towards the bed letting you fall onto your back as she crawls to lie beside you leaving trails of kisses up your body, you eye Lou who stands tall and confident at the foot of the bed in just her briefs; her bra now discarded into the pile of clothes on the floor. She slowly makes her way onto the bed as she licks, bites and kisses her way up your leg towards your inner thigh making you moan and clench slightly. 

“You can only cum if one of us says okay baby girl.” Tammy commands softly into your ear, you whimper and nod your head in agreement as Lou pulls your panties down your leg before placing a light kiss against your wet heat making you shudder at the sensitive flesh. Before you could catch your breath Lou dives her tongue deep into your entrance, fucking you with her tongue as Tammy wraps her mouth around your sensitive nipple biting gently, making you moan out loud with pleasure. They both continue their tongue motion over and over again making your body hot and wet with need for release but with Tammy’s words swirling around in your head, you hold off from releasing your pleasure. Lou slowly removes her tongue from your wet folds and presses a kiss on your clit before soaring forward to Tammy and kissing her hard and clumsily letting her tongue tangle with hers, they both moan enjoying the taste of you. You lick your lips at the raw sight of them both above you and whine for their attention as they both look back towards you once again. 

“Come on now. Dear. Let’s not torture her any longer,” Tammy teases, pulling away from Lou’s lips.

Lou moves to your other side and lets her tongue skim across your bottom lip before pressing her pale lips more firmly against your own, you feel another pair of lips on your own; the taste of vanilla lingers on your mouth knowing Tammy has joined you both in the fight for dominance as tongues tangle and clash together. You pull apart slowly savouring the moment before Tammy moves south towards your legs, wrapping her delicate hands around your ankles and pulling you further down the bed slightly. You frown in confusion before realising she was making room for Lou to sit comfortably above you with her thighs on either side of your face, you can see her arousal from above you making you whimper in want, licking your lips eagerly. You can practically hear the smirk in her voice: 

“Always so eager baby,” she teases, lowering herself a little bit more towards your awaiting mouth. You flick the tip of your tongue over her clit making her squirm and gasp you grin smugly knowing exactly where she likes it the most before taking the sensitive bundle of nerves between your teeth and wrapping your mouth around it, sucking hard. Your mouth releases her clit momentarily as you gasp at the feeling of two cold fingers filling your entrance and curling, hitting your most sensitive spot making you cry out as Tammy picks up her pace. 

“So wet and needy tonight darling.” She mutters before diving between your legs and taking your clit into her mouth. You feel Lou’s thighs tighten a fraction around your head making you refocus back onto the enjoyable task of making Lou come. You all continue to rile each other up, picking up your pace, thrusting your tongue deeper into her heat as you grind your hips further onto Tammy’s fingers. Tammy moans as she moves to sit in between your thigh as you bend your knee just enough to add pressure against her wet folds allowing her to grind herself against your bare skin, you bring your thumb over to her clit rubbing the sensitive nerves hard making her moan loudly. The room fills with loud cries of passion as desperate bodies continue to thrust against one another, the knot in your stomach begins to become tighter, you squint your eyes trying to hold off your orgasm. 

“Come for us baby, I want to hear you scream.” Lou breathes above you as she grinds hard one more time before allowing her own release. Lou removes herself from above you and lies lazily on her side facing you both, rubbing her fingers over her heat while she watches you and Tammy continue to grind roughly against one another; your fingers working faster and deeper as you both throw your head back in pure ecstasy letting yourself ride out your orgasm on Tammy’s fingers. Tammy collapses against your glistening skin leaning her head against your shoulder as you brush your fingertips softly against her back making her purr ever so slightly. Lou moves from her position and sits upright against the headboard gesturing for you both to join her, Tammy removes herself from your lap as you crawl over to Lou’s awaiting arms and curl into her side. Tammy moves to your other side and drapes an arm over your waist resting her hand gently on Lou’s hip, brushing her thumb back and forth; resting her forehead between your shoulder blades. You feel Tammy’s warm breath against your glistening skin as she speaks softly. 

“You belong with us Y/N. Don’t ever think we don’t love you or want you...we wouldn’t be us without you” With that said, she presses a light kiss to your back while Lou hums in agreement pulling you closer, her arm reaching across locking you in between their embrace, you smile cheekily.

“So does this mean I’m still a brat?” 

A slight pinch to your hip bone is your only reply. 

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And This Is How It Starts | Susan Pevensie x Reader Soulmate AU

Warnings: Slight homophobia, shitty friends???

Time/Era: Modern AU

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: Everything your soulmate loses, you receive. Turns out, Y/N’s soulmate is very forgetful. 

Request: helloo. can you write a sapphic susan fic please! take it whatever way you'd like :)

A/N: I’m not sure how many people read Susan fics, but I really like this one :D

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“Gross, can you guys please cut it out?” Y/N stated, watching her best friend suck faces with her soulmate. She was on his lap and their make out session was starting to grow more intense than Y/N was comfortable with. Hannah pulls away from Alex with an exaggerated groan. 

“You’re just jealous you’re still stuck in the ‘lose it and receive it’ phase. Not my fault you haven’t found him yet.” Her voice was light and teasing, but Y/N couldn’t help but fell her heart rip. 

“I’ll find her eventually,” Y/N sighed, taking a book out of her schoolbag. It was a small, very beat-up copy of The Hunger Games. 

“Her?” Alex responded, tearing his gaze from Hannah’s face. “How do you know it’s a her?” 

Y/N opened the book delicately to reveal “Susan Pevensie” written in perfect cursive on the back of the front cover. The book had multiple stains on it, most likely tea judging by the color, and the same perfect cursive riddled the pages. Whoever Susan was, she adored this book with her life. Y/N’s fingertips lightly traced the writing before turning the book for her friends to see. Hannah scrunches her face at it. 

“It could be his friends, you know. Like she lent it to him and he lost it,” Alex kisses Hannah’s cheek. 

“Or this Susan girl is his girlfriend,” Hannah smirks.

“Or,” Y/N was growing frustrated. Whenever she hinted that her soulmate might be a girl, everyone dismissed her suspicions. “My soulmate is Susan Pevensie and she keeps losing her things. And besides, this book is really loved, she wouldn’t just give it to someone.” 

Hannah scoffed, tossing her hair in a very I know everything, and you don’t kind of way. “Fine, believe what you want. Not sure why you would want a girl soulmate anyway, I know I wouldn’t.” 

“Well, yeah, of course you don’t. You’re straight,” Y/N flipped to a random page and read the gorgeous handwriting that was scrawled in the margins. Her mouth twitched slightly at how perfect the script was. 

“What? And you aren’t?” 

“No, I’m not.” Y/N’s eyes didn’t move from the page as she spoke. The teens sat in silence. “Is there a problem?” 

“No! No, of course not,” Alex answered quickly. ‘I guess we just, uh, didn’t expect it… I guess.” 

“Well, surprise. Now that that’s out of the way, do you guys like The Hunger Games?” 

The two grew even more uncomfortable at the sudden tension they were feeling. “No, not necessarily.” 

“She seems to. A lot. And there’s a cute little strawberry bookmark on page 47,” Y/N sighed dreamily picturing what Susan must look like. Based on her cursive alone, she must be absolutely jaw-dropping. 

“Has, er, Susan lost anything else recently?” Alex asked. Y/N nodded excitedly, digging in her bag again. She pulled out a set of keys with a feather pendant keychain, a light pink lipstick, a glass water bottle, and a small fabric coin purse. Y/N grinned down at the items then looked back towards her friends. 

“Oh, she must be quite forgetful. Do you have any other stuff?” Y/N’s grin brightened even more. 

“Oh, loads, this is just what she’s lost within the past week,” The keys jingled as she moved her hands. “The keys must’ve really ruined her day. I wonder what they’re to.” 

“Hopefully somewhere in England. Where’s the money from?” Hannah gestured to the yellow coin purse. Y/N shrugged and tossed it towards her friends. It was rather small, barely the size of Y/N’s palm, and it had a gorgeous diamond quilt pattern. 

“No clue. I haven’t opened it if I’m being quite honest.” Alex’s noble fingers undid the clasp and looked inside. 

“Well, it’s definitely British currency, which is helpful.” He tipped the pouch and emptied the contents into his hand. As expected, a variety of different coins came toppling out, along with a folded piece of paper and various pins. “Can I have this?” 

“No, you cannot have my soulmate’s belongings. Give me that,” Y/N grabs ahold of all the bag and its contents. With her hand cupped like a funnel, the pins and money fall smoothly into the coin purse. Y/N discards the pouch into her bag and begins to unfold the paper. 

She had expected the paper to be riddled with text, like a to-do list or a small reminder. Instead, it appeared to be a little photograph of a family. The paper itself seemed to be fragile as if it had been handled a lot or had gotten wet, so Y/N handled the photo with care. 

The scene depicted the smallest of the group, a little girl, giggling up at the oldest as the other two looked on with large smiles. Y/N turned the photo to look at the back, just in case any date was included with the photo. In the same gorgeous script as the book, Lucy laughing at Peter because Ed insulted him “in the name of justice.” June 15  was written in black ink. Y/N turned the picture over frantically and scanned the faces of the family. 

Susan was absolutely beautiful; her dark brown hair was styled in effortless waves and her lips were painted with a cherry red color. Her eyes were wrinkled in the corners, due to her contagious smile, and she looked like she was filled to the brim with happiness. Y/N had never seen such gorgeous baby blue eyes. 

The poor girl was speechless, her mind running a mile a second and vision focusing on only Susan’s portrait. 

“She’s gorgeous,” Y/N murmured breathlessly. 

“Who is?” 

Y/N looked up at her friends, turning the photo to show them. 

“Susan, my soulmate.” 

~ 

Susan read over the essay that sat in her lap, taking in every detail of the writing. It wasn’t hers, but it was her soulmate’s misplaced homework. The topic wasn’t overly exciting, an analysis of a book Susan hasn’t read, but just the way her soulmate wrote captivated her. Y/N L/N, which was the name written on the top of the paper, had such a poetic way of writing. It was as if she was telling Susan a story, rather than writing about an 18th century novel. 

“Reading the essay again, are we?” Peter snickered from next to her. Susan would have hit him with the paper, but she didn’t want to risk damaging it. 

“Yes, what’s the problem with that?” 

“Nothing, Su, I just don’t think rereading missing homework is going to bring Y/N any closer to you. It’s over a year old.” Peter had found his soulmate when he was young, so he didn’t quite understand his siblings’ desire to find their other halves so quickly. 

“Not physically, but I already know a lot about her from this one paper. I know her handwriting, how she talks, the way she feels about some things…” 

“Yeah, how she feels about classic literature. Not exactly groundbreaking.” Peter sunk deeper into the couch cushion in an attempt to get comfortable. 

“Maybe not to you, but to me it is. You don’t have to be such a happiness drain, you know.” Susan was growing more frustrated by the minute. She didn’t want her older brother to snatch the paper away from her, so she gently creased it and placed it into her notebook. 

“I’m just taking the piss.” 

“Well, it’s not funny. And shouldn’t you be doing your wash? We leave for school tomorrow.” Susan stood up, lifting her bag off of the floor and onto her shoulder. 

“Yes, alright mother.” 

~

“Y/N! Are you coming?” Hannah hollered over her shoulder. She was walking towards the train station with a large group of her friends. Y/N waved her off. 

“I’ll meet you there! Save me a seat, yeah?” Hannah shrugged her off and continued the conversion she was more invested in. 

Y/N sighed, watching their backs disappear into the distance. She never quite liked the group Hannah was friends with, so them leaving her out never quite bothered her. Especially when she could get sandwiches for the train ride. 

The teen was waiting at a crosswalk when she spotted her. Susan was stood at the newspaper stand outside of the corner store Y/N was going to. She looked stunning as she flipped idly through a Vogue magazine. The sun shone across her hair and Y/N thought she looked similar to an angel. 

When the light turned green, Y/N scurried across the street in order to meet her love. However, she paused a few paces away to steady her breathing. 

“Excuse me, are you Susan Pevensie?” Y/N spoke, voice shaking. Susan turned around, utterly confused. Y/N was right in her assumption; Susan was in fact an angel. An angel that looked even more heavenly in person. 

“Yes, and may I ask who you are? And how you know my name?” 

“Oh, right, um I’m Y/N L/N. I’m not sure if you know who-” Susan’s eyes widened and she couldn’t help but cut Y/N off. 

“You’re my soulmate.” Her red lips were slightly agape as she took in Y/N’s appearance. “Excuse my bluntness, but you’re even prettier than I imagined.” 

Y/N’s cheeks grew hot and her fingers fumbled with the buckles on her bag. She was much more nervous than she had hoped, but Y/N couldn’t help it. Once the bag was open, she gripped Susan’s possessions and held them out. 

“You need to keep better track of your things, love.” Susan’s perfectly manicured fingers brushed Y/N’s as she took back her book and keys. Y/N’s legs felt like jelly. 

“How could you possibly know what I looked like?” 

“You lost a picture of your family. Well, I suppose a coin purse with a picture folded inside. Still, a picture was lost and I saw it.” Y/N rambled, making Susan giggle. “I’ve been looking for you for ages,” 

“And I you, darling.” Susan placed her belongings into her bag and embraced Y/N. Y/N didn’t quite know what to do; Susan smelt of rose petals and honey and her hair was so soft as it brushed against Y/N’s cheek. All the same, Y/N wrapped her arms loosely around Susan’s waist. 

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” She whispered into Y/N’s ear. Y/N could have fainted on the spot, but she squeaked out a small yes. 

Susan kept her arms wrapped around Y/N’s neck as she kissed her gently. Y/N’s thumbs danced across the floral patterned fabric that covered her hips as she kissed back. It was light and fleeting, but it still made Y/N feel like she was going to burst. The pair pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes. Susan’s were even bluer in person. 

“Can I buy you a sandwich?” Y/N croaked, cutting the tension. Susan giggled happily. 

“As long as you let me cover the dessert.” 

[ayanna-wild]

A Night To Remember

Word Count: 1888

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, mostly fluff

A/N: Request from @timea134-blog , Requests and Tag Lists are open.

Summary: It'd started as the ramblings of a near drunken conversation. You hadn't expected anything to come of it, but he insisted, promising you a night of fun. You agreed not expecting anything but a simple dinner between friends, but when the night ended and he asked again, you couldn't help but agree, promising to say yes, everytime he asked.

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You dropped your coat onto the ground with little regard as you stepped from the elevator. If you noticed the man standing in the living room, watching you curiously, you didn't say. Instead, you made your way straight to the bar, choosing your poison and pouring yourself a generous amount into one of the crystal glasses.

"Rough night darling?" 

His voice was laced with amusement, which only served to irritate you more, but it wasn't his fault.

"I thought you had a date tonight, don't tell me it ended already?" 

You looked over at the devil, giving him a tight smile.

"It never started."

You took a long drink, relishing in the burn it gave you. Lucifer furrowed his eyebrows when he heard that, walking over to you.

"Pardon?"

You laughed bitterly, setting the now empty cup down a little rougher then necessary.

"I got stood up, forgotten, played, need me to elaborate anymore?" 

Lucifer watched you grab the bottle to pour yourself another glass.

"No, I think that's clear enough." He frowned.

You took a smaller sip this time, humming a little as you swallowed.

"It's funny, that wasn't even my worse date! If anything, it was one of the better ones."

You grabbed the bottle making your way to the couch. Lucifer watched you as you sunk onto the couch with a dejected sigh.

"I've been stood up, bailed on, left to pay for everything, asked for a loan, used to make an ex jealous, and my favorite of them all, called me 'dude' and suggested we 'hang out' again, strictly as friends."

Lucifer walked over to you as you kicked your shoes off.

"Oh come now darling, surely you've had at least one successful date?"

You tucked you feet under yourself, laughing without any humor as you leaned back.

"There was this one guy, he was sweet, very gentlemanly, it was actually going pretty good."

He sat down beside you, smiling a little.

"See, it's not all bad."

"You're right, that date was wonderful... until his wife showed up. I guess he forgot to mention he was married on his profile." You gave him a rather cynical smile.

Lucifer's smile faded.

"Oh."

You shrugged a little, staring up at the ceiling. Lucifer watched with sympathy as you sat there, clutching the cup in your hand. You didn't say anything for a while, and he wasn't sure what to say to help.

"I guess that's it then."

"Come again?" He raised an eyebrow.

You didn't sit up, but did turn your head to look at him.

"I told myself if this one was a bust then I'd just take myself out of the dating game." 

"Now let's not be too hasty, you-"

"Hasty? Lucifer that was my tenth unsuccessful date, in a row."

He watched you down the rest of your glass before pouring yourself a third.

"You've just got to be positive love, there's someone out there who will truly appreciate you for the wonderful person you are."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his attempt to cheer you up.

"That's easy for you to say, all you have to do is smile at a girl, and her panties drop."

Lucifer sputtered at your unfiltered remark, seemingly choking on the air around him. He swiftly grabbed the cup from your hand when you raised it to your lips.

"I think you've had enough."

You pouted a little but didn't argue with him as you sank back into the couch. Lucifer stared at you a moment, as if thinking of how to word what he wanted to say next.

"Would you like to accompany me to dinner tomorrow evening?"

You glanced at him, shaking your head.

"I was just venting Luci, you don't need to go on a pity date with me."

You went to stand up, but he placed a hand on your knee, giving you that charming smile that always got him his way.

"It's not pity my dear, I'd very much like to take you out for an evening." He assured you.

"As friends?" 

Lucifer laughed a little, shaking his head.

"No, this isn't a friendly gathering darling, it's a date." 

You hesitated to answer, your eyes searching his for any sign of regret or uncertainty. You wanted to make sure he wasn't doing this just because he felt bad for you, because he was your friend, and he felt obligated to. His eyes held nothing but certainty, and he looked almost hopeful that would agree.

"Okay, what time?"

His smile grew, and you found yourself smiling back with equal glee.

~

You paced your living room, dressed in your best clothes and nervously holding your phone in a vice like grip. Lucifer's contact displayed on the screen, and you battled between going and sending him an excuse to miss. It wasn't that you weren't excited, quite the opposite. Yet, the anxiety of it all made you want to stay home. 

Would this change everything between the two of you?

Would this ruin your friendship, or even your entire relationship with him?

You didn't have time to talk yourself out of it anymore, the sound of a car honking outside your home spiking your anxiety. It was too late to back out now.

You took a deep breath before opening your front door. Lucifer stood by his Corvette, dressed in a more formal suit than what he normally wore. You suddenly felt very undressed and began to wish you'd at least wore a dress. Lucifer, however, was staring at you in almost a stunned silence.

"I can change, I think I'm under dressed for whatever it is you have planned." You spoke softly as you took a step back towards your door.

"Nonsense, you look... heavenly." 

Your shoulders dropped a little as you felt the tension leave your body, a smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. Lucifer cleared his throat, looking away from you with an almost bashful expression when he realized he had practically been drooling over you. He opened the car door for you.

"Shall we?"

You smirked as you stepped into the car, Lucifer closed the door once you were in, moving to the driver's side.

"Such a gentleman." You teased.

He smirked, taking your hand giving it a kiss. You laughed, lightly hitting his arm making him chuckle.

"Where are we going?" 

He pulled the car out of your driveway with a cryptic smile.

"Wouldn't be a surprise if I told you darling."

The entire ride had been a sort of guessing game, you'd ask for hints about what the crafty devil had planned, and he would deflect or give you vague answers. When the two of you had finally arrived you stared at the building in front of you with speechless fascination. 

While you were mesmerized by the almost magical looking restaurant in front of you, Lucifer had gotten out of the car. He held your door open for you, holding a hand out for you to take. You gave him a grateful smile, taking the offered hand as you slipped from the passenger seat. He placed a hand on your lower back as he led you towards the building.

"I've never even heard of this place." You spoke up.

Lucifer smiled as he held the door open for you.

"I'd imagine not, this restaurant doesn't officially open for another week, the owner owes me a favor or two." 

You opened your mouth to say something but a man you assumed to be the owner approached Lucifer. He shook the devil's hand, eagerly leading the two of you to a table on the balcony outside. You couldn't help but get caught up in the view, as Lucifer spoke with the owner.

"That sounds marvelous, doesn't it darling?"

You looked back over at them, a lost expression on your face, you hadn't been listening to their conversation.

"Uh... yes?" 

The owner seemed pleased with your answer and walked away. You watched him disappear from view and looked back at Lucifer, who was sipping his wine, smiling at you knowingly.

"Beautiful view isn't it?"

You nodded absent-mindedly, gazing off in the direction the man had gone.

"What did I agree to?" You asked.

Lucifer laughed, reaching over the table to grasp your hand.

"Don't fret my dear, you'll enjoy the show." Lucifer promised.

"Show?" 

You noticed a violinist make her way over to the balcony and your face flushed.

"Lucifer this is too much." You muttered as she began to play.

"On the contrary, you deserve nothing less than the best."

You had no words after that, suppressed a smile as you glanced down at your lap. His words made the blood rush to your cheeks and ran his thumb over your knuckles as he held your hand.

~

The night was amazing, you'd spent the majority of it talking and laughing with the handsome man. The food was delicious, the music enchanting and by the end of it you'd all but forgotten about the dates you had before. It seemed that they were now a distant memory, one you could look back on and laugh.

Lucifer drove you home, the chatter and laughter counting even in the car. He walked you to your door, as you grasped his arm both of you giggling like school girls over a joke he'd made. When the laughter died down he move a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You stared at him and it took him a moment to realize what he'd done. When he did, he let his hand drop to his side, glancing off towards the street. It looked like he thought he'd made a mistake doing that and you grabbed his hand in both of yours.

"I had fun tonight Lucifer, it was amazing."

He looked back at you, a smile growing on his lips.

"It truly was."

There was brief conflict in his eyes before he bent down to kiss your cheek. He pulled back, but you grabbed his tie, pulling him back down for a real kiss. Despite his initial surprise, he reciprocated the kiss eagerly. You pulled back first smiling at the dazed devil, fixing his tie, before opening your door. 

"Goodnight Lucifer."

That seemed to pull him from his daze, and he grabbed your arm carefully.

"Would you go with me again?" He inquired.

You didn't even need to think about your answer.

"Yes." 

He noticed your lack of hesitation and took a step closer to you.

"And if I asked you on a third date?" 

You opened your door further.

"I'd say yes." 

He was closer now, invading your personal space, not that you minded.

"If I asked you again and again? Would you say yes each time?"

"Every time." You promised.

He grinned at your answer, and you glanced over your shoulder into your house.

"The night isn't over yet, you know." 

He smiled widely at your invitation and despite stepping into your home he pretended to consider your offer.

"I suppose that would make this all very official, wouldn't it? You wouldn't be getting rid of me so easily if I were to accept your tempting offer my love." 

You grabbed his tie once more, pulling him fully into your home, kicking the door closed behind him.

"You talk too much."

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Notes: Previously...

This one I’ll be dedicating to @msaudreyanne who didn’t pick anything as a request, but absolutely lvoes the sip ;)

It’s been a long while for this one, but here we are, and we had a time skip as I said ;)

Hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 4

4 years later…

“Lucy, have you seen Sansa?”

“She was in her office the last time I saw her.”

Arthur hummed. “Was she in a good mood?”

Lucy smirked at him. “Why? Are you planning on spoiling her day?”

Arthur gasped in fake outrage. “Lucy! Have I ever?”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Please, you do it for fun, just because you can’t admit…”

“Oy.” He cut her. “Don’t start with me.”

“Go find Sansa and leave me alone.”

Arthur passed by the kitchen and grabbed tea and lemon cakes with Bridget, who gave him a knowing look.

He didn’t know what was wrong with everyone around this house acting as if he was some green boy with a crush.

Ridiculous.

One of the things that shocked him the most in the years since Sansa appeared in their lives was how fast she carved a space for herself in the house.

Arthur thought he’d have a hard time finding her a job at the brothel, and he’d been humoring her when he talked about keeping the house. The first week she spent sewing and helping the girls with clothes and things like that. Once she started looking at the books and their pantry, she learned way too fast.

In less than a year she had an office -a fucking office -there.

Arthur might take care of business outside, but the brothel was Sansa’s realm. Arthur became the public figure that took care of the girls’ safety, but Sansa was the one that controlled the money that came in and out. Nobody bought an apple there without her knowing about it.

She ruled the brothel with an iron hand -and Arthur absolutely adored it, since it gave him more time to take care of his things.

“Lady Stark.” He called with a charming grin as he stepped into her office.

“Get out. I’m busy.” She replied without even looking up from her book.

“Good morning to you too, love.” He huffed as he entered the place and put his tray down. “I brought you tea.”

Sansa sighed and looked at him. “The answer is ‘no’.”

“I wasn’t going to ask you anything.” He protested.

She gave the lemon cake on the table a meaningful look.

“Right…” He drawled. “I’ll admit. I want to throw a party.”

“No.” She said easily, her eyes going back to the book.

“You didn’t even ask why I want that.”

“I don’t care.”

“You should.”

“I do not…”

"It's for you.” He informed her.

Her hand froze, a droplet of ink falling on the book. “Oh no!” She cursed under her breath. “Look at this mess!”

Arthur groaned. “Sansa! Did you hear me? The party is for you.”

She gave up on trying to clean the spot where the ink had already messed her writing. ���Why? My name day has already passed.”

“Yes. However, next week will be your anniversary. Four years since you came into our lives.”

Sansa looked at him, shock clearly written on her features. “I…”

“Have I made you speechless?” Arthur grinned. “Maybe I should write down this date to celebrate in the future.”

“Arthur!” She chided.

Arthur went around her table, then leaned his hip on it, close to her. “I’m serious, princess. Let me throw you a party.”

“Why?” She insisted.

“You deserve one.” He pointed out. “You’ve been an essential part of this household since you got here.”

“Yes, but…”

“We’ll close for the night…”

“Close for the night? Are you out of your mind? The loss…”

“Sh, now…” He covered her mouth with his hand, ignoring the dirty look she sent him. “I’m the boss, in case you have forgotten. One night, we call only the people that matter to us. No work, no intruders. We dance, we laugh, we drink, we pass out in the front hall.”

Sansa started laughing, so he uncovered her mouth. “That’s a really charming offer. But…” Her shoulders dropped. “You don’t need to do this for me.”

“I know I don’t. I want to.” He reached for her hand. “You drive me mad, princess, but I’m thankful you’re here.” He kissed the back of her hand. “Let me do something nice for you.”

Sansa bit her lower lip, her eyes searching for something on his face, until she shook her head, a grin on her lips. “You win. We can have a party.”

Arthur’s smile was positively blinding. “That’s my girl!” He celebrated. He leaned forward and dropped a quick kiss to her cheek. “I’ll make sure everything is perfect.”

Arthur was still grinning as he left the office, proud of his victory. When he turned the hallway he came face to face with Back Lack and Wet Stick, both grinning knowingly at him.

“Not a word.” He growled at his friends.

“Just admit you love her, mate.” Back Lack teased.

***

Sansa found Ada and Rose in Kay’s room, talking to the older woman. “Sansa.” Kay smiled at her. “Do you need something?”

“Do you know what’s wrong with Arthur?”

“Darling, you’ll have to be more specific. That boy took way too many punches to the face, so…”

Sansa snorted. “He wants to throw me a party.”

All the women turned to her, eyes like arrows fixed on her. “Tell us more.” Rose demanded.

“What more can I say? He wants to throw a party because I’ve been here for four years.”

Kay arched an eyebrow. “It’s that time of the year already?”

“And he remembered it on his own?” Ada gushed. “Oh that’s so…”

“Don’t say it.” Sansa asked.

“You don’t know what I was going to say.” Ada protested.

“So romantic.” Sansa finished, her voice sickeningly sweet, batting her eyelashes. Then she gave Ada a hard look. “Am I wrong?”

Kay chuckled. “Are you ever, darling? Let the boy throw you a party; it’s nice of him.”

“It’s suspicious.” Sansa insisted.

“Only because you won’t accept our explanation for it.” Rose pointed out.

“Because it’s a ridiculous one.” Sansa threw at them. “Arthur isn’t doing this to be romantic.”

The three women groaned in frustration.

“Sansa…” Rose started carefully. “If you aren’t interested, it’s fine, but you can’t be that blind. That man wants you to have redheaded babies with him.”

“Oh please…”

“It’s what she said.” Kay pressed. “And again; it’s fine if you aren’t interested. I’m just curious to know why you aren’t.”

Sansa sighed. “It’s… Complicated.”

Kay put a hand on her shoulder. “Does this have anything to do with what happened to you before?”

Sansa nodded. “It’s not as if I don’t trust him. It’s been a long time now, but…”

“Love is scary, isn’t it?” Rose guessed.

“I don’t even know what it’s like anymore.” Sansa confessed.

“That’s fair.” Ada offered softly. “We’re on your side. If Arthur is pressuring you, making you feel uncomfortable, we…” She paused to think about that one. “We’ll tell on him. To Bridget.”

That made Sansa laugh. “That is a cruel punishment.”

“She’d take care of him very fast.” Kay agreed. “But, if even for a second you want to take a chance on anyone… I do believe you should take a chance on him.”

“He is really good.” Ada agreed loyally.

“I know how good he is.” Sansa reminded them.

“He is also very good looking.” Rose pointed out. “And has all his teeth.”

They all laughed at that.

“Fine.” Sansa conceded. “If it ever comes to that, I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Make sure to keep it in mind for your party, darling.” Kay smirked.

***

Arthur was feeling ridiculous.

Everyone thought he had a crush on Sansa.

No one understood that it wasn’t a crush; he was in love with her. He’d been for a while now.

It wasn’t from the beginning. She was a scared child when she started living with them, and for a long time she gave him a wide berth. After he started to understand her story better, it made a lot of sense.

It made him boil in anger every time he heard what had been done to her in her previous home. The abuse, the agressions, the forced marriage…

He despised the Lannisters and he’d never met them.

Arthur was happy that Sansa was with them now, so he could protect her. He felt a bit like a savage for wanting to do it, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want her to ever get hurt again.

He had no idea how she felt. Sansa was hard to read, and she easily hid whatever she felt.

In all the time she’d been with them, there had never been another man. She didn’t take lovers, she didn’t flirt with men or accepted anyone courting her.

Kay had wondered at some point if she had a preference for ladies, but it soon became clear that Sansa was just good at keeping people away.

Arthur came to realise that she wasn’t only trying to get him to trust her; she was also seeing if she could trust any of them.

It took some time for them all to come to an understanding, but once Sansa became a part of the house, she was always there. She was loyal and brave.

And smart.

And funny.

And fucking beautiful.

So, yes, he was in love. He hated when people thought it was just a crush. He wasn’t twelve.

However, he’d never managed to figure out what Sansa felt, and he didn’t want to pressure her. Besides, he was her boss, and he didn’t want to make her feel as if she had no choice but to accept his courting.

So he had a plan.

There was the party, he had a gift and a whole speech prepared.

Everything had to be perfect, so Sansa would believe him when he said he was in love, but that he’d accept whatever she chose to do about it.

He could get it done.

“Arthur.”

“George.” He shook hands with the man. “How’s it going?”

“Have you heard about the vikings?”

Arthur frowned. “Vikings? Here?”

“Yes. They arrived yesterday.”

Arthur groaned. “They always get in trouble when they come around.”

“I’m just letting you know, so you can organize your business.”

Arthur put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Thank you for it. I’ll tell Wet Stick and Back Lack to keep their eyes open.”

Arthur thanked George, then hurried along. He had to pick up the present he bought for Sansa.

[chilling-seavey]

There Goes My Life - Epilogue

A/N: Me on September 26th: Epilogue hopefully up by the end of this weekend! Me on January 16th: ………..here it is

Sunday, December 9, 2046 – 12:01pm

“All of us will be on the left when you walk in.”

“Funny, last time we were here, we were on the right.”

“But now you’re here for the bride.” Daniel chuckled, leading his family into the conservatory of the old castle.

“So sweet that she wanted your same venue.” Keri said, thanking her son with a quick kiss to his cheek before she was shuffling into their row near the front.

“I know. I was worried we somehow convinced her, but the idea was all hers.” Daniel beamed.

“Weird being back?” Tyler asked.

Daniel simply shrugged, as he looked around the large trimmed room with a peaceful smile, “A little.”

“Well we won’t keep you. The last hour is always the most important.” Keri said, giving her son’s hand a small squeeze.

“Yeah. I haven’t even seen her yet since we got here.” Daniel admitted. “Her hair was still in curlers and she was in sweats.”

“Oh my goodness! Well go on then!” Keri gave him a small shove.

“Tell her we say hi and we love her!” Christian called after him and Daniel gave them all a thumbs up as he headed out of the conservatory and towards the dark wooden stairs.

He walked carefully to avoid creasing his suit too much as he made his way through the castle hallways, his dress shoes clicking softly over the old wooden floors. It was snowing softly outside and he tried to take his time past each window, feeing like if he walked slowly enough maybe time would reverse a little. However, he soon arrived at the door to the bridal suite and he knocked lightly.

There was a bit of rushing around inside and soon the door cracked open and Lucy’s head popped out, “No boys allowed. This is a secret club.”

Her face broke into a cheeky smile and she yanked open the door the rest of the way.

“Just kidding. Come in. We just finished.”

Daniel took a small step inside the bridal suite, filled with a few young women as the bridesmaids, and Penelope, Lucy, Anna, and Florence.

“If we’re ready, ladies.” Anna said, joining Lucy by the door and the room emptied into the hallway, leaving Daniel with a pat on his shoulder from his sister, kisses on the cheek by his youngest daughters, and left him with his wife tending to the final touches over by the window, shielding the train of white that spilled off the chair in front of her.

“Almost done here.” Florence said over her shoulder as Daniel took a few paces farther into the room. When she took a step back after one last spray of hairspray, she helped the bride to her feet.

Daniel was speechless when he first saw Clementine in her crisp white wedding dress, her dark blonde hair pinned back in curls and donned with little white flowers, and her face lined with light makeup to only accentuate her blue eyes. He simply stared at her, his eyes scanning his eldest daughter like she truly was an angel.

“Dad.” Clementine finally spoke. “Are you okay?”

“Oh my gosh, Clementine Ophelia, you look breathtaking.” Daniel whispered.

Florence bit back her small smile towards her husband, staying to the side to give them their moment. Clementine grinned at him and took a few careful steps towards him to pull him into a tight hug, her arms around his shoulders.

Daniel sighed softly, running a gentle hand up her back, being cautious of her makeup and her delicately pinned hair, and he shut his eyes tightly as he held her. He went to move back but she clung onto him a moment longer, tightening her arms around his waist and carefully nuzzled her face in his neck without smudging her makeup or smearing it on his suit. Daniel glanced at Florence over their eldest’s shoulder and Florence could see the tears already welling in Daniel’s eyes. He had already given away Penelope a year before but with Clementine…it felt so much heavier on his heart.

Clementine finally pulled back with a shaking sigh and Daniel dropped his hands into hers.

“I wanted to talk to you about something quickly.” Clementine said, eyes lingering on her father’s face as he was staring at their hands and running his thumbs over her knuckles. “Daddy.”

Daniel sniffled as he looked up at her, “Pardon?”

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” she repeated.

Daniel nodded and they shifted over to the couch in the bridal suite. Florence knew what was coming so she let them have their moment as she simply tidied up the room a little in silence. Father and daughter sat down together, hands still held together tightly like neither of them wanted to let go and Daniel waited for her to speak first.

“I have made a decision.” Clementine finally said slowly. “I’m not going to take my husbands name today.”

Daniel’s eyebrows furrowed in momentary confusion, “What?”

“I’m keeping your last name. Our last name.” Clementine clarified, biting back a small smile at her excitement of the whole idea.

Daniel glanced over at his wife across the room but she only smiled at him. He looked back to his daughter, “Why? A-Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m so sure. Winston and I have already talked about it a long time ago, but I wanted to surprise you. I’m always gonna be a Seavey.”

“You don’t need to keep the name to be a Seavey, darling Clementine.” Daniel tisked softly, reaching up to twirl one of her curls around his finger.

“I know. But the name means a lot to me – it’s part of me – and I don’t want to lose it.” Clementine whispered. “There’s nothing I’m prouder of than my name and being your daughter.”

Daniel’s nose scrunched up as he tried to swallow back his tears and he bowed his head for a moment, speaking with a wavering voice, “Are you trying to see how quickly you can make me cry?”

“No.” Clementine laughed lightly. She shuffled closer and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into another loving hug. “I just love you so much.”

“God…I love you more than anything in the whole world.” Daniel sighed, giving her an extra squeeze. “I’ve made so many stupid mistakes in my life but I must have done something right to be absolutely blessed with you.”

“You were always the first love of my life, you know.” Clementine mumbled. “No one’s replacing you.”

“And you were mine.” Daniel added, “Just don’t tell you mother.”

Florence scoffed lightly from across the room, “Believe me, I already know. You two stared at each other with nothing but heart-eyes the second I gave birth.”

Clementine giggled shyly and cuddled into Daniel’s side, urging his arm to drape around her and he pressed a kiss to her head through his smile.

“I only give birth to Daddy’s Girls. It’s been known.” Florence sighed as she walked over to stand behind the couch.

“You know I love you just as much, Mama.” Clementine smiled up at her. “My two favourite people in the universe.”

Florence pet her hand through the back of Daniel’s hair and he looked up at her with a lovesick grin, leaning into her touch.

“Ugh, just kiss him already.” Clementine ordered.

Florence leaned down to kiss her husband and his hand slid around the back of her neck to keep her in place for a few more moments. Clementine just smiled at her parents, silently praying for her marriage to be as nearly picture perfect as theirs was.

“You guys are sickly cute.” she said instead and stood up from the couch. “Okay, who’s walking me down the aisle?”

“Uhm? Me, of course.” Daniel said quickly, rushing to stand up with her.

“Just making sure you were paying attention.”

Daniel stuck his tongue out at her. She did the same back.

The original family of three headed out of the bridal suite and towards the conservatory, Florence leading the way with Clementine tucked up on Daniel’s arm so close that they were nearly tripping over each other. The bridal party was lined up outside the closed French doors and they situated themselves at the end of the line. Penelope passed over the small bouquet and pressed a kiss to her older sister’s cheek before rushing back to her spot in line as the procession started.

Daniel and Clementine didn’t speak as they waited their turn; standing silently, arm in arm, both staring at the ground like reflections of each other. There was not much to say but a lot on their minds.

Finally, it was their turn and the wedding planner opened the doors to the conservatory as the guests all stood up to welcome the bride.

“Ready, angel?” Daniel asked his daughter softly.

She glanced up at him with a small smile and all he could see was the tiny baby he once fell int love with so many years ago.

“Ready when you are, Daddy.”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Graduation surprise; BoRhap cast x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey ya’ll well I promised this fic when I posted the Queen prom fic so here it is. Now I know it’s not as long as the last one is but I felt like this didn’t need to be super long. Also as another special little fact for ya’ll I was gonna make this a Queen fic as well but then I decided to change it to a BoRhap CAST fic since I hadn’t done one of just them in awhile. 

So to all seniors whether HS or college, the class of 2020 CONGRATULATIONS I know it’s not what you hoped it would be but still try to find celebration in this pandemic, you all achieved probably the greatest milestones in your life. So stay safe, stay healthy, stay sane, and be happy :) Lot’s of love from me my darlings!

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Goddamn this year! Just when we think the new decade would be worth our wild, now we’ve got all this shit going on! First there was the threat of WW3, then the next month we’re dealing with wildfires in Australia, and finally to top it off why not add a global pandemic?!

The Coronavirus has literally been all over the news for months, and the fact that our government knew about it since late last year and didn’t warn us about it!? Then when they told us to be on lockdown, everyone starts hording toilet paper, hand sanitizer, and food that no one can buy said items for weeks on end.

But of course my main problem is the fact that I, along with so many other kids and adults around the world can’t participate in their own graduation ceremony.  As a college student, I was just longing to finally participate in my final graduation ceremony ever.  This was supposed to be my final chapter in school life and now because of this damn virus, that’s gone.

I mean yeah my diploma will be coming in the mail but I wanted my family to all be there to see me reach the end of my school life before I finally begin a new chapter.  Plus my cousin’s friends said that they would come and see me and I’ve missed seeing those guys, I hadn’t seen them all since the Bohemian Rhapsody premiere.

I sat there in my old room of my house (cause since the University closed down back in March, all students had to leave the college campus and go home so that way we could reduce the spread of the virus. So I ended up moving back in with my parents) just finishing up my final paper for class.

That’s when my Zoom video chat blew up with my cousin’s profile pic.  I grinned and clicked on the answer button and soon enough my cousin’s face took over my screen.

“Hey poppet.”

“Hey Gwil, how you holding up?” he let out a sigh.

“As best as I can. Though I should be asking you that, you are the one really dealing with this whole Coronavirus adjustment than I am. How’d you do on your classes?”

“For those that have said online classes are easier, they’re dirty rotten liars and completely incompetent.” He softly chuckled. “But thankfully I finished my last exam paper and submitted it just now.”

“Your dad look over it for you? Cause I know you’re a terrible editor.”

“Oi not all the time. Just when I’m lazy.” He hummed as he raised his brow at me. “But yes I did have dad review it for me. Cause before we got to submit the rough draft and my professor said I needed more analysis to my quotes on why I quoted that specific source. God I don’t know why I took that class to begin with?”

“Because you’re a criminology nut and you have been since you turned 16. God and I thought my horror movie tastes were bad.”

“Hey it’s good to be aware of shit like that!”

“Language missy!”

“Okay Cap.” I teased.  He gave me his stern look which made me laugh as I fell to my side on the bed. “Oh by the way I saw that little dating app video you did.”

“And what did you think?”

“I liked it. Kinda makes me wish an app like that did exist in real life.”

“You not just pulling my leg on this?”

“No. Honest and swear to god you had me moved by your performance. Well next to you being Brian May of course.” He grinned. “I swear I still can’t get over when I first saw you in the full hair and makeup, I literally almost had a freakin panic attack.”

“And the fact that Brian was also there to witness that.”

“Oh god don’t even go there!” I groaned as I hid my face in embarrassment.

“So—now that you’re all done with school, what’s next for you?”

“Well any plans I had are put on hold till this whole crisis goes away. And I really thought 2020 was gonna be my year. This sucks!”

“I know poppet, I know. But believe me that it’s not just you whose affected by this. Everyone in the whole world is suffering exactly the same way you are.” I sighed solemnly.

“I know. I mean I should be feeling for you and the guys right now, I mean all of you are out of work till further notice. And all the restaurants that I love going to. Did you know that the little ice cream parlor you and I used to go to when we were kids shut down?”

“No!”

“Yeah, the owner couldn’t keep up the payments because hardly anyone was ordering from them anymore, even with online delivery. So she closed it down.”

“Damn, that sucks. I really loved going to that place with you. That was always our special little time together without the grownups around.” I nodded remembering all the fun times we had together in that little shop.

It was then someone suddenly popped into our conversation.  The extra person now on my screen was none other than Joe Mazzello.

“Hey Gwil, mini-Lee!”

“Hello Joe.” Answered Gwil.

“Hey Joe been a long time.”

“How you two holding up?” he asked us.

“As best as we can, how about you? I’ve seen those Youtube videos you’ve been doing on your page.” Gwil said.

“You know those were jokes, especially that last one. I just wanted to get a laugh out of everyone, or have them hate me.”

“No one could hate you Joey.” I said with a smile.

“Aww thanks mini-Lee. How’s classes been?” I let out a groan as I once again flopped on my bed which made Joe laugh.

“I am just thankful that this is all over. At first I thought online classes would be easy but one of my professors was technology challenged. Another one would sometimes forget to do a lesson, and then of course blackboard could barely operate long enough for me to submit an assignment which caused some of them to be late.”

“Well like you said it’s over now.” Joe assured me.

“Oh hey I saw that Jurassic Park livestream you did.”

“Oh did you? How come I didn’t see you submit a question or just say hello? I’ve seen your Youtube page so I know your username by heart.”

“Cause I may or may not have also been working on a project. But chose the livestream over the project.”

“Nice going Joe, you’ve turned my cousin into a procrastinator.” Gwil complained.

“Hey at least she has Jurassic Park unlike you Gwilym Lee! Serious shame on you for not owning it! This is why mini-Lee is the coolest out of the two of you.” I snarked out a mock laugh as I stuck my tongue out.

“Ganging up against me okay I see how it is you two.”

“Oh come now cousin dear, we’re just messing around.”

“Messing around? If we’re messing with Gwil then I want a part of it.” Soon another picture came up and there lying on his side was Ben Hardy.

“Benjamin!” Joe screamed joyously.

“Hi Ben.” I sung out.

“Hey (y/n).” he waved at me with a wink. “Now going back to teasing Gwilym.”

“You guys are officially gonna be blocked right after this.” My cousin groaned.  We all laughed when I told him.

“Again cousin, we’re teasing you. So Ben, what brings you here?”

“What can’t I pop in and say hello?” I giggled.

“I see nothing wrong with it. Oh hey get this; I finally got around to watching 6 Underground.”

“And what did you think of it?”

“The first 10 minutes were insane! And truthfully I never really understood Michael Bay films, but this one—definitely my favorite. I loved it Ben, really.”

“Well thank you (n/n). Thank you.”

“Never did I think I needed to see both you and Ryan Reynolds on screen together….”

“Whoa okay easy there (n/n)!” Joe interrupted me.

“Oi you get your mind out of the gutters! And you say it’s the fans that make what you say to the extreme.” I scowled him.

“Trust me, I’ve known him for over 10 years and he still doesn’t grow up.” Another voice stated and soon two more familiar faces popped up on screen, stuck in quarantine together in LA were Rami and Lucy. And then a split second later another face came on the screen, it was none other than Alan Leech.

“Hey, Rami, Lu-lu, Alan!” I cheered.

“Hey (y/n)!” the three of them said as they waved.

“God I feel like I’m getting spoiled, got the entire BoRhap family together for the first time in like—forever.”

“It’s crazy.” Alan said.

“Definitely.” Agreed Rami.

“Maybe when this whole thing blows over we should all get together some time in New York.” Offered Joe.

“I’m down with it.” Ben said.

“Me too.” Lucy agreed with a nod.

“Yeah, (n/n), Ben and I could fly out together.” Said Gwil.

“I’m down with that. Now that I’m done with school, I can do what I want now.”

“So guys now that we’re all here shall we begin?” Lucy said.

“Begin what? Gwil what’s going on?” I asked.

“Well (n/n), when this whole quarantine shutdown and school cancellations started affecting the class of 2020 we all felt bad that you couldn’t graduate the way you hoped you would.” Gwil said before Joe continued.

“So Gwil called all of us up via the Whatsapp chat, as well as our daily zoom calls. To gather us all together on your ‘last day’ of college.”

“To celebrate your own Virtual college graduation party!” Rami cheered.  At that point everyone either threw confetti, blew on graduation blowers, or holding up signs that said CONGRATS 2020 GRADUATE!!!

I covered my mouth with my hands speechless and tried to hold back the tears.

“Ohh you guys.”

“Since you couldn’t have a college graduation party, we figure we’d bring the party to you. See not even this pandemic can stop us from celebrating our Mini-Lee’s ultimate milestone.” Ben said as he set down his congrats sign.

“And also expect some gifts within the next few weeks, depending on how the mailing services do with overseas gifts.” Alan said.

“Aww thanks you guys, you didn’t have to.”

“We know, but we wanted to. Let us spoil you even through this pandemic.” Said Joe.

“Thanks guys, this—really means a lot to me.” I wiped a hidden tear that strayed down the corner of my eye.  They all awed at me that’s when Gwil lifted up a small graduation cake.

“I know, I know this’ll be ridiculous but just humor me will yah?” I smiled and nodded.  He lit up the 2020 candles and held it just high enough for me to see the top part of the candles.

“CONGRATS (Y/N) LEE! CLASS OF 2020!!!” everyone proclaimed at once which made me smile and I blew out towards the screen.  Gwil then blew out the candles for me as everyone else cheered and clapped.

“Thanks so much you guys. Really, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

“We’re happy to do it (y/n). If it makes your day a little bit brighter in these dark times.” Rami said.

“It did Rami, it really did.”

“Well hope we can make this even better cause I’ve also got a part 2 to this little surprise. But in order for that to happen, everyone else has got to go otherwise you won’t really be able to see it as clearly.” Gwil said.

“Aww man.” I whined.

“No worries mini-Lee, your cousin added you to our BoRhap Whatsapp chat and I’ll send you a link to our zoom channel if you ever wanna chat with us again.” Joe said with a wink.

“Thanks Joe. And thanks everyone take care and stay safe.” They all waved and bid me goodbye with waves or blowing kisses at me and one by one they signed off till it was once again just Gwil and I.

All I could see across his bearded face was that cheeky grin he does whenever he’s trying to hide something.

“What are you grinning about?”

“Just the fact that I’ll be the best cousin once you see part 2 of your special surprise.”

“What did you do?”

“If I told you it won’t be a surprise now would it? Now let’s see, god I hope they get it.” He muttered the last part to himself. It took a few minutes till finally another screen popped up and standing there in his room was Adam Lambert.  I fangirled in my seat and covered my mouth trying to contain my squeals.

“Hey girlfriend!” he greeted with a wave.

“Adam oh my god!”

“How’s it going?”

“It’s been going. Finally submitted my last paper. So I’m officially done with school forever.”

“Yaas Queen!” he snapped. “So how’s it feel to be a college graduate?”

“Well it’d be better if we weren’t in the middle of a pandemic.”

“Understandable, but hey you’ve worked hard for this so be proud of yourself no matter what’s going on in the world right now.” I nodded with a shrug. “And to celebrate your graduation, your cousin whipped up another little surprise for you.”

“Oh my god Gwil you didn’t!” I gasped.  He merely raised a brow at me cheekily as he bit his lip back from a smile.

“Hey guys you there?!” Adam called out and soon enough two more screens came on and the picture revealed to be both Brian May and Roger Taylor.  Brian sitting on his couch while Roger looked to be in his basement with his drumkit.

At this point, I had lost my shit.  I was fangirling to the max at this rate but tried to calm down.

“Hi (y/n), congratulations of graduating.” Brian greeted me.

“Major achievement there love. Congrats.” Roger added.

“Oh my god…..Gwil this is—how……”

“I knew you’d love it (n/n). Plus I knew this would cheer you up after our last conversation we had last week. You really needed some cheering up.”

“So guys are we ready to do this?” asked Adam.

“I’m ready to go if you both are.” Said Brian as he took his Red Special and set it on his lap and Roger twirled his drumstick.

“(Y/n), this is for you love. Hopefully when this whole mess is over, you can finally go out there and reach your dream job. Till then we hope you enjoy this.” Roger said.

It was then both Roger and Brian began playing the tune for ‘we are the champions’ but as Adam began singing the song, it turns out that they were actually singing their new song, ‘You are the champions’ dedicated to the first responders worldwide.

But now they were playing it in my honor as a college graduate.  As they continued to play the song, I allowed the tears to flow down my face as I laced my hand over my heart.

God—never did I think that through this pandemic would I be happy.  From having to never see any of my friends I made in college again, to not having my whole family come to the house to celebrate, or going out to party with some of my friends.  But this—right here and now, my cousin made it all up to me all the way from London.

At this point, I knew that I was officially the luckiest person in the world.  All thanks to my favorite cousin, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[bubblyani]

Daring Effort

(Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

A Lucifer Morningstar One Shot

Request by: @kittenlittle24 (thanks hun😘)

Rating: Mature (18+) NSFW

Author’s Note: Happy to say this was my very first Lucifer request. Thank you so much once again for that. Hope you all enjoy it!

You could see it. You could see the way they all looked at him. It was as if desire was so strong, their gaze had their intentions written on it.Those intentions were brighter than the all the flashing lights combined , they were louder than the loudest music that was played. But in the end of the day, you could not blame them. For he was Lucifer Morningstar: the man who literally attracted pure desire with every step he took. In tonight’s case, every step of LUX. 

“You okay?”

Dr. Linda Martin’s concerned inquiry made you turn to her with a warm smile. You adored Lucifer’s therapist.The fact she was one of very few people who genuinely cared for him, really touched you. So you were more than happy to find her at the club that night.

“Uh huh!” You nodded, taking a huge sip of your cosmopolitan.

“Somehow I don’t believe you” she said, watching you carefully as you looked back at Lucifer. It was another night, and business was indeed flourishing. You could tell that he seemed to have his hands full in the midst of some attractive women, dressed in attire that had the sole intention of seducing the irresistible Club Owner. Every giggle, every touch you translated with ease. If inhibitions left them, you were sure to find them drooling without limits.

“You’re not the jealous kind Y/N...” Linda’s voice filled your ears.

“You’re right...” you replied, “I’m not...”

Your eyes remained glued to them through the crowds, “It’s just that...” looking back at the doctor, you chuckled with embarrassment , “I’m sorry...I don’t wanna make you feel like you’re on the clock again doc...”

“Please...it’s fine. And it’s Linda!” she assured, making you smile once again. Taking a deep breath, you began:

“Well...take a look at all those women...” you said, pointing at them “I mean...they all look so...adventurous and seductive...” you continued, “Clearly they are capable to bringing some spice and... clearly that’s his type...” you said, voice growing soft so you could lean towards her ear, “I’m worried I’ll bore him and drive him away...I know it’s so silly but...you know how he is-”

“And you know how he is not the type to fall in love so easily. But he did with you”  she said, pointing her index finger at you, “Now I think that’s an achievement”  

She was a damn good therapist, and you never dared to disagree.

“You’re sweet, Linda...”  you said, smiling with relief.

But still you knew, you were not in love with someone typical. For a second you wondered, were you ever described as daring at all? Have you ever felt that?

You really wished you had, and you would have done anything to show him that. To intrigue him for a change.

“So...” you were both startled when Lucifer suddenly appeared beside you, “What are you ladies chatting about?”

“Eh you know...stuff...” you struggled with an answer, compensating with a smile. Linda nodded in agreement, allowing his eyes to widen.

“Oh? Well this ‘stuff’ sounds quite intriguing...” He said enthusiastically, “now come on...”

“Lucifer!”

“Amber! Ah-”

One from the keen group of women from earlier jumped over to him, leaving him no choice but to catch  her in his arms out of concern , “Where did you go?”

Chuckling nervously, Lucifer quickly looked at you. And you had nothing but cool smiles to display. Watching other women flirt with him was never new.

“He just found some new company...” you replied, as if he wanted you to speak on behalf of him. The woman looked at you with disgust.

“Right...” she said coldly, turning away from you “...oh Lucifer!” Her enthusiastically immature voice sprung out of nowhere, “I thought you’d have some time for me instead” Amber said, making your eyes roll when she pressed herself against him, “I can even do that thing you like...”  voice changing into a whisper, her lips moved next to his ear. Confidence adorned her face, eyes focusing on your, hoping to send you a message. And you were so done with that.

Setting your empty glass down with a bang, you surprised everyone as you slid off the bar stool.

“Excuse me, I’m gonna get some air...” You said, “later Linda...” patting the Doctor’s shoulder, you left the table without any acknowledgment of the other two.

“So? What do you say?”

Watching you walk over to the elevator, Lucifer was confused and speechless that he almost did not hear Amber’s seductive invitation. Chuckling, he looked at her.

“Darling, as much as your offer seems tempting...I currently find myself quite immune to everyone’s charms...except one...” he said,  before leaving the table.

“What?” She exclaimed, getting up “Luci-”

“Uh huh...” Linda said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you...” she said, taking a sip with a relieved smile on her face which contrasted from Amber’s disappointed one.

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Little did you realize that your mere attempt to get away from a temptress, was rewarded when Lucifer blindly followed you into the elevator.

“You ditched Linda?”

You asked with genuine concern as the doors closed.

“Well If she is currently chatting up her favorite bartender, then I believe I did her quite a favor” he said, standing next to you.

“And what about your curious friend?”

You asked, regretting it instantly. You were not the jealous type. And here you were, letting yourself down.

“A mere obstacle to my real target...”

That low tone suddenly gave you chills. He never could stop being irresistible. Chuckling, you looked up,

“Oh how wonderful you are with words....”

“No wonder you love me...”

“Yeah I do..”

The moment you admitted it, the pairs of eyes made contact, bringing forth silence.

“Did I tell you how ravishing you look in that dress?”  His seductive tone made you face him, giving him access to the black silk wrap around dress with a plunging neckline.

“No...” you answered,“did you just notice?”  

“On the contrary...” he said, taking a step towards you, “I’m afraid I had a sudden awakening from the moment I saw you this evening...”

You chuckled, “ I find that hard to believe after I what I saw tonight ...”

“Ooooh....Jealous?” He smiled. You shook your head casually,

“No”

“Hmm?”

Ding! The elevator doors opened just after. Lucifer definitely expected more of a reaction, especially with the way you behaved downstairs. So it was no surprise he was clueless as you walked into the penthouse.

“Y/N... are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes...Yes I’m fine” you replied as you kept walking. Only to to pulled back by the arm to face him.

“Y/N...” he said . Eyes widened, you shook your head, “Oh no...not that again” you groaned as he began:

“What worries you so much right now?”

Those eyes pulled you in as your ears were drowning in his voice. The truth was being fished out of you, and you had zero control whatsoever.

“I’m worried that I’m boring you in bed!”

You covered your mouth in shock soon after. Breaking his gaze, Lucifer let go of his grip.

“What?” He asked. You sighed deeply, for you couldn’t get away now.

“Do I..” you began, “do I bore you?....sexually?” You asked leaning against the piano. Scoffing, Lucifer looked at you with amusement.

“No! never...I have nothing but fond memories of you wrapped around me” he said, making you blush as his arm reached out to your waist. As much as his words seemed comforting, you moved away, proceeding to walk over to his bedroom.

“Come on...Like...think about it, you’re Lucifer freakin’ Morningstar...” you exaggerated, when he followed you, “...but you’re in an exclusive relationship with...me...”

“Yes I am...and I’m happy to shout it from the rooftops” he said, watching you sit on the bed.

“Which I appreciate,” you said, giving him a look of adoration, as he sat next to you “but don’t you  think you deserve someone more ...than I am?”

“Y/N...” Lucifer began softly, “have you forgotten all that we have gone through? You’ve given me a reason to love when I thought I could never love at all...what more could I ask for?”

“Exciting Sex??” You got up, frustrated, “admit it...you’re human”

“ Darling, I assure you I’m not” he said, his eyes never leaving you when you walked over to the side of the bed.

“Yeah Yeah ...you’re the devil, as you always tell me...” you said, with your hands on your waist “Doesn’t that make it more necessary? All those women out there, ready to give you anything, all those fantasies. I’m afraid I’m not in touch with that” you said, gently rubbing your stomach nervously, “Like what am I doing wrong? You know?”

“Nothing! you’re not doing anything wrong” Lucifer shook his head, as his words were filled with reassurance.

“You may say that but I can tell.” You said, with your hand mindlessly playing with the knot of your dress, “Maybe...” you paused, upon catching his eyes on your dress, especially when you held on to the knot.

“Maybe I should be more ...creative”

Pulling the ends, you watched him hold his breath as the knot loosened.

“Yes, it wouldn’t hurt...” he breathed. As the dress began to unwrap itself, you read his eyes. They spoke out of a need on their own, and it surprised you. But it also empowered you most of all. Reading his hunger and thirst, you wondered if you really have that power over him? Was it just untapped all this time?

“Exactly...I need to be more daring. I don’t know. Maybe...tease you every now and then” you giggled, “like right now?”

A loud exhale left his lips when he watched you open the silk material. Cool evening air caressed your bare skin as the dress fell on the floor, pooling around your heels, leaving you to stand before him in just your panties.

Funny how one minute you were thriving in insecurity, and suddenly you were nowhere near it.

“My my...” Lucifer’s eyes twinkled, “You certainly learn fast” he purred.

“That or I’m just inspired...” you said, placing one knee on the bed. As if you were spellbound, you got on all fours, crawling across the bed towards him. When you crawled, you did with commitment. You imagined yourself to be best at it. You dove into whatever imagination you considered was wild, and soaked in it. And you were certainly motivated thanks to his expressions of satisfaction.

“Oh my...”  

Pleased with his response, you moved over to his lap, straddling him with ease.

“You know...” you began, “I’ve always wanted to do that ...” you continued with a chuckle , “How did I do?”

“Oh...” Lucifer said, his hands slowly moving towards your frame, “beyond my wildest expectations, love...oh!”’

Biting your lip, you held onto both of his hands, pinning them back down to the bed. Daring imagination was coursing through your veins, overjoyed and mad with creativity.  

“Hmm...is this Prada?” You asked, pointing at his white shirt.

“Why indeed it is darling”

“Funny how I never paid more attention to it before...” you said, taking his arm , “like how it feels on one’s skin...”

“Well I’m not trying to promote it, but it certainly does feel very comfort-”

“No, I mean....on my skin...” you said, holding his arm close to you, “when it...touches me...ah!” you moaned, as his sleeve brushed against your chest. The brand certainly was full of quality, for it did wonders as the crisp material made contact with your bare breasts, giving your sensitive nipples some needed attention resulting them to stand upright. When you saw his hand clench, you felt the frustration for you discriminated it from the experience, giving only his sleeve the privilege.His hand hoped it would have it’s turn. But instead, your pleased expression suddenly disappeared.

“What’s the matter?”  Lucifer sounded concerned as your eyebrows furrowed.

“Something is getting in the way”’ you said, leaving his lap quick as a cat. You heard his groans of disappointment as you stood up.You would be lying if you weren’t pleased by that effect.

“What is it? Anything I can assist with?”  Lucifer asked. Turning your back towards him, your fingers slowly dug into the waistband of the remaining piece of clothing that was your panties.

“Aha! This is it!”

Bending low, your hands gingerly pulled down your panties. Given your partners vocal response, you knew you did a good job presenting him a generous view of your throbbing slit from behind.

Entirely naked, you walked over to him with a newfound confidence, straddling him once more. A gasp exited your lips the moment the bare skin surrounding your damp opening brushed against the material of his trousers.

“Oh...so so much better...” you purred. With the close, personal view he was indulging in, Lucifer allowed his body to be awakened completely.  

“No wonder this is so expensive...” you added, “the pleasure it gives is indescribable”

“You’re indescribable Y/N...”  he breathed, making you blush slightly.

“Thank you...” you replied, maintaining your confident persona. Though you managed to do  so, your eyes failed you, locked in his lustful gaze. Breathing in sync, there was nothing better to do but to kiss. And by force of habit, Lucifer leaned forward to initiate it.

Except you responded by rolling your hips against him instead.

You leaned back, hands resting on his knees, as you continued to roll and grind yourself against his growth. The friction between the trouser and your slit created heat and signals that traveled all over, you couldn’t help but moan out loud. Eyes locked in still, it felt daring to the core. For never have you done this before. But you stuck to it. In fact, you enjoyed it. Why wouldn’t you when you felt as if he was at your mercy?

Watching you with desperation, he pressed his lips together, seemingly frustrated that they were deprived of savoring every inch of your skin which included the erect buds that rested on your heaving bosom. He was teased for sure.

“Someone is definitely keen I could tell...” you said.

“Oh yes..he is ...” Lucifer said, moving forward to kiss you.

“No-I mean this guy!” You contradicted, getting down on your knees to indicate his clothed erection.

Resting safely between his legs, your manicured fingers carefully pulled down the zipper, digging inside to pull out his shaft that was pleased to be noticed. Breathing heavily, you wondered why you never done this before.

“Ohhh ...” You purred, gazing lustfully at it “Hello Mr. Morningstar...I’ve been dying to meet your enthusiast self”

You heard Lucifer chuckle low with pleasure, impressed by your genuine creativity.

As if it was your first encounter, your fingers were gentle; running up and down over it, making him wince to your surprise.

Truthfully you were no stranger to this inserted inside you; but tonight you certainly took your time to appreciate it. Your mouth began to water by the look of it, and by the thought of who owned it. You were indeed more than happy to show your appreciation.

You showered every inch of it with gentle kisses. The fact he barely spoke but merely gasped aroused you even more. Those kisses proceeded to grow longer and slower, indulging to its maximum. And by the last kiss, your tongue was let loose, allowed to give licks that were generous and ended at the tip; where you finally were fueled with greed to let your mouth engulf it whole. He was delicious, as he was everywhere else, fitting inside of you with equal intensity. Salivating, you were more than Well lubricated as you began to pull it in and out of you in rhythm.

“...bloody hell!” He moaned, reaching out grab you by the hair, running his fingers through it while you tasted him.  

“Ah Y/N....”

You wished you could have reciprocated in calling his name, but when you were doused in heaven, you did not bother.

The moment he cried out in a manner you were familiar with, when you finally felt your mouth grow warm with fluid, you knew his climax had made it’s appearance. Throwing his head back, Lucifer recovered as you swallowed his release, proceeding to lick away the remaining evidence of your affection carefully and attentively. When suddenly you looked up to find him watching you not with any sense of objectivity, but with admiration.

“I got to admit Y/N darling, you certainly deliver” He panted with a smile.

“Well I’m glad you’re satisfied ” you said, stroking his shaft lovingly.  

“Oh...more than satisfied”

Before your eyebrows raised with curiosity, he kissed you, finally. Lucifer kissed you with enough passion that was suppressed all this time. He kissed you deep, tongues embraced and made love on their own. He kissed you fully,  that he could taste himself in you, leaving you hypnotized.

With a gasp, you felt yourself lifted as Lucifer flipped you on to the bed. Lying on your back with legs pressed together, your hands explored oneself by the sight of him standing before you.

“Now ...” he said, while unbuttoning his shirt. Your giggles signaled your evident excitement.

The moment he began to unbutton his shirt, your giggles hinted your evident excitement.

“Now...” he said,

“I think this daring effort deserves...an A plus!”’

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Marry Christmas!!

Wrote this fluffy one shot for @jfangirld as part of the Fic Exchange.

Here's the info:

Title: Marry Christmas

Pairings: Lyredy/Gruvia/Jerza/AlBis

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2k

Hope everyone enjoys! 

                  December 24th, X796.

Fairy Tail's guild hall was blooming once guests arrived for the infamous Christmas Party that would be hosted there this year. On the left corner of the room, standing beside their appointed table, Gray and Juvia chatted with Meredy.

"Are you sure about this?" Meredy asked, nervous.

"Yes." Juvia offered a reassuring smile.

"He'll never see it coming." Gray chuckled and the 11 months old in his arms yawned.

"Looks like someone's getting tired." Meredy smiled at her nephew.

Silver started babbling while reaching for her. "...Mel." The adults chuckled before the ice mage carefully passed the baby to her.

Meredy held him tightly and Silver happily played with her hair; which she had left loose for the night. The adults kept chatting in the meantime, but he soon tried to catch their attention by calling Meredy's name.

"What is it, little one?" She gently asked, glancing down at him with a bright smile.

"...Mel." Silver called again and his arms tightened around her as he rested his head against her chest. "Aww I love you too, little one." She pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

"You're so good with him." Juvia commented, smiling softly.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind spending a few days with you while Juvia and I go on our next mission." Gray suggested.

Meredy's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"Of course." Juvia replied before calling Silver's name. He glanced at his mother, sleepy. "What do you think, baby? Would you like to stay with auntie Mel and uncle Lyon?"

"Mel?" He yawned again.

"Wow, he really is tired tonight." Gray was surprised.

"I guess we'll finally get to sleep through the night." Juvia noted with relief.

"Hell yeah." The couple shared smiles before he draped an around her shoulder, bringing her close for a soft kiss.

Meredy shook her head. "You guys."

"Da-da?" Silver's call made them pull apart and glance at their son.

Juvia stepped away from her husband and approached Meredy, cooing at the baby. "Who's ready to sleep until tomorrow?"

"Da-da?" Silver glanced between his parents, eyelids closing.

"Good night, little one." Meredy pressed another kiss to the top of his head before giving him to Juvia.

As soon as he was in his mother's arms, Silver dropped his head against her shoulder, small arms loosely wrapped around her neck.

Coming to her side, Gray playfully rolled his eyes. "He's such a mamma's boy."

"Are you jealous, honey?" Juvia raised a brow.

Before he could reply, Meredy gasped; eyes widening. "He's here."

The couple followed her line of sight towards the ice mage who had just entered the guild hall and was looking around; probably searching for his girlfriend.

"It's go time." Gray smirked.

"Good luck." Juvia winked.

"Good luck with what?" Erza and Jellal joined them. The couple had disappeared at the beginning of the party and many had been wondering where they had been.

However, looking at them now, it didn't take the trio long to figure out. Their hair was a mess, their clothes dishevelled and they were still catching up on their breaths.

"I see you finally decided to join us." Meredy said, a playful smirk upon her lips.

"Everyone's been wondering where you two disappeared to." Juvia told them while rocking Silver from side to side.

"We were just..." They shared a look.

"Just?" Gray raised a brow.

"Mira...hmmm...she enlisted us to...search for the missing ornaments for the tree." Erza nervously replied. The explanation was believable, but still they knew it to be a lie.

"Sure you were." Gray smirked.

"Anyways..." Blushing, she turned to Meredy. "Are you doing it tonight, then?"

"Yes." Meredy smiled, nervous.

"I see." Jellal said, his expression neutral.

She glanced at her boyfriend again. He had just reached the counter and was asking Mirajane something. "Are you sure that I should do it, though?"

He was about to say something, but Erza tightened her hold on his arm and gave him a warning look. Then, turning to the younger girl, she offered a bright smile. "You should!"

"I swear to you; there's no way he'll say no." Gray reassured.

"And if he does..." Jellal's expression was scary.

"Nope." Meredy interrupted, shaking her head before taking a deep breath. "Okay, I'm going."

                          __________________________ 

Watched by the group, she made her way towards Lyon and he turned around as if sensing her presence. Smiling brightly, he started approaching her as well.

They met halfway between the counter and the group. Unbeknown to either, there was a mistletoe right above them.

"Hey." Lyon greeted cheerfully.

"Hi." Meredy nervously said.

"Now you have to kiss." They turned to the 10 years old in surprise.

"Excuse me?" The ice mage was confused.

"Asuka..." Bisca called. She sat by the table in front of them; trying to keep a hold of her 3 years old daughter, Neve.

"Honey, you know that you can't just tell people to kiss." Alzack offered Lyon and Meredy an apologetic glance.

"But they're below the mistletoe." Asuka pointed out and the couple looked up.

"Oh. We are." Meredy noted.

"I guess this means we have no choice." Lyon playfully said, snaking an arm around her waist and bringing her close.

"I guess not." She giggled, promptly wrapping both arms around his neck.

Asuka cheered once they shared a passionate kiss and her parents couldn't help but to smile at her excitement.

"Can you imagine when she starts dating?" Bisca whispered in her husband's ear.

Alzack shuddered, smile faltering. "I'd rather not."

She chuckled at his reaction and Neve joined in. "Daddy's so overprotective, isn't he?"

He sighed, but the smile returned to his face. "I just don't want to think about how quickly she's growing up."

Bisca leaned her head against his shoulder, both watching Asuka ask the other couple to kiss again. "Me neither, darling."

                       __________________________ 

While kissing him, Meredy remembered the reason why she had approached him in the first place. Thus she pulled away and he pouted. "Why so soon?"

"I need to ask you something." Nervousness returned and Lyon seemed to pick up on that.

"Meredy..." He frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." Meredy informed while stepping away from him.

"Then why are you leaving?" He was confused once she took his hands in hers.

"I'm not." Taking a deep breath, she began. "I never thought of myself as a romantic, you know? I didn't even think about looking for someone to love because I thought it would only lead to pain."

"Meredy..." Lyon's frown deepened.

"After watching Jellal suffering so much because of love, I told myself I didn't want it. It wasn't worth it." Her expression softened once she looked into his eyes. "But you changed that. You made me want to fall in love."

He couldn't help but to smile, freeing one hand and lifting it to stroke her cheek. "I'm glad I changed your mind."

Meredy tried to hold back tears. "And I love you. So much."

"I love you too." He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.

Cupping his face with both hands, she deepened it. His hands explored her back, finding the zipper of her teal dress. Lyon was tempted to unzip it but reminded himself that they were in a crowded room.

After they had to pull apart in order to breathe, her fingers played with the button of his blazer. "I know we agreed to take it slow...but right now I can't remember why."

"Me neither." He admitted.

Now knowing he felt the same, Meredy's confidence was renewed. "Which is why..." She pulled away again, leaving him confused. "I say we speed things up instead."

"What do you mean?" Lyon raised a brow.

Meredy stepped away until they were at a comfortable distance. Instead of answering, she knelt down, reaching into her cleavage for a small box wrapped in Christmas style paper.

"Meredy...what are you doing?" An amused smile pulled at his lips.

"I'm proposing to you." She answered with a smirk.

His eyes widened. "Huh?"

Opening the box, she revealed the pair of lotus-shaped earrings which Gray had created. "I asked Gray to create these because they represent a new beginning." Meredy explained. "That is exactly what you are to me and I have no doubts that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Lyon Vastia, will you marry me?"

Lyon was stunned, speechless. Then, after a few silent moments, he smiled playfully. "I'll have to think about it."

Knowing he was joking, she raised a brow. "Seriously? That's what you're going with?"

He loved teasing her. She'd always get this cute frown on her face. "Perhaps."

Meredy rolled her eyes and stood up. "Then I suppose I will leave you to 'think about it'." Putting the velvet box back into her cleavage, she turned around and began walking away.

Having barely taken two steps, he suddenly took her hand and spun her around. "Were you really going to just walk away?"

"What did you expect me to do?" She regretted sounding more hurt than intended.

"You're upset." Lyon noted, smile faltering. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have teased you."

"It's fine." Meredy said, wrapping her arms around his neck again.

"But I think you know..." His expression softened once he brushed a stray hair away from her face. "That I've always wanted to marry you."

"You have?" She glanced up at him, surprised.

"From the moment you agreed to go on our first date..." He recalled with a nostalgic smile. "I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."

Her eyes showed doubt. "That can't be true...We barely knew each other then."

"I knew enough." Lyon remarked, tightening his hold on her. "That you were beautiful, brave, kind and strong. I knew I was lucky to have a chance with you."

Meredy brought a hand to stroke his cheek, glancing at him with adoration. "I was lucky too. You're amazing, you know?"

An annoyed shout caught their attention."Will you two stop being so cheesy?" They glanced at Natsu, who stood a few feet away, rolling his eyes.

"Natsu..." Lucy stared at her boyfriend in disapproval.

"I can't believe you just interrupted this beautiful moment." Juvia glared at the two. Lyon and Meredy suddenly noticed that her, Gray, Jellal and Erza were now sitting on the table right in front of them which had been previously occupied by the Connell Family.

"I don't mind." Jellal shrugged, crossing his arms and glaring at a certain ice mage.

"The moment's being going on for too long anyway." Natsu argued. Soon a discussion began but Lyon ignored it as he leaned in to kiss his fiancée.

"Aww look at them." Juvia swooned, tightening her arms around Silver.

Gray smirked. "Remember when I proposed to you?"

Smiling blissfully, she nodded. "Of course. It was the best moment."

"It sure was." Chuckling, he draped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her close.

Meanwhile, Erza was teasing her husband. "Don't look so grumpy."

"I'm not." Jellal protested, but kept his disapproving look.

"So, what does this mean?" Lucy asked once Lyon and Meredy had pulled apart.

The couple shared a look and he nodded reassuringly. Then, they turned back to the group; holding hands and looking happier than ever. "It means we're engaged."

[kiwifoster]

I wipe my eyes, and, stinging and blurry, they fall on the window sill, where I keep his stupid skull, useless paperweight that it is.

“I suppose you think this is funny,” I snap. “I suppose you think I’m crying over you. Well,” I swing my legs over the side of the bed, “I’m not. I don’t miss you. You were a vile, cruel, evil thing, and I’m glad you’re gone. It was never Carlyle and Skull, okay? We were never partners, or roommates, or friends. You were nothing to me. Less than nothing. You were just a stupid, old skull, and I’m glad you’re gone!”

The words burn my throat as I say them. Lockwood is right. I really needed to get some sleep, but that stupid… skull is just sitting there, taunting me in it’s inanimate-ness.

“Why don’t you say something?” I snap. “You weren’t supposed to sacrifice yourself for us! You were supposed to be the selfish one! You were supposed to stay. You were supposed to be my friend.” I drag my hands through my hair, turning in a tight circle in my dark room. It’s a mess. I'm a mess. I'm a mess, screaming at an ancient skull on my window sill, because I can’t sleep. And, I can’t sleep, because there is a skull sitting on my window sill. “Alright. Fine,” I say. “Maybe… I miss you. Is that what you want to hear? I miss you! So, come back, you selfish prick!” But he doesn’t. And, he can’t. And, it's my fault. So, I snatch the stupid old skull off the shelf, and I hurl it across the room. I’m strong, and I don’t need to feel the force in my own muscles to know the skull will shatter as it hits the wall. I am instantly all the more sad, miserably, lonely, and filled with regret, waiting for the sound of impact that never comes.

Light flares in the corner of my room, a glow that turns into a glare, that burns my eyes in a way I’ve never seen before. Ectoplasm floods my bedroom, lighting it green as phantom hands grasp the skull and a face forms out of the glow.

“Careful, Lucy,” a familiar voice says, in my head. “I’m fragile.”

Speechless. Months of conversations in my head with the empty skull, and, now, I am speechless. He is not. 

“Well, Lucy,” he prods. “Did you miss me?”

The skull is back. He is back, in my bedroom, powerful as death, completely unrestrained, and I realize just how much trouble I am in. I say the first thing that comes to mind, and a green blush creeps up over his ghostly face.

“Ooh, I think I taught you that one.”

Hello, my darling Void! In the course of Swedish Death Cleansing my room, I found one of the concept sketches I’d worked on for @lockyle-and-skull zine last Christmas. I really loved the concept, and, I realized I could totally work with what was on the page already, rather than having to trace or redraw it. So, I fixed a few anatomy mistakes, gave her a background (including the chair, heaped with clothes, which I’m very, very proud of) and unearthed the little bit of writing I’d done for it, as well! I’m so, so happy with how this came out!! I had a lot of fun finishing it, and, in the course of SDC, I rediscovered a ton of Lockwood and Co concept sketches I’ve done over the years, so, if you’d like to see more fanart, or have suggestions or requests, let me know! I always love hearing them! If you like this drawing, help me by reblogging it to share with your friends. I would, but I don’t have any! 

If you’d like to see other fanart from other fandoms, click here, here for more of my writing, and here or here, or follow the links on the top of my page, for my original art. If you like my art, feel free to follow me and turn on notifications! That way, whether I post on Mondays and Thursdays, or whenever I’m not organizing my room, you won’t miss a thing! 

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Fairy Tail’s Fairy Tale’s Chapter 2

((There is a joke in here concerning jewels, Fairy Tail’s currency, I’m aware that the amount I put down is very little, that’s part of the joke. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the second chapter! Please reblog/comment/ect.!)) 

"Wendy?" Juvia asked, shyly as she approached the girl, "Do you think you could make a story for me and Gray?" "Of course, Juvia!" Wendy beamed, "This next story is perfect for you two!" Juvia squealed and grabbed Gray's arm, "Come on, my darling!" "What?" She dragged the poor ice mage backstage. "We need a peasant and a father." Wendy hummed, "Lyon can be the peasant! And. . .uhm. . . " "Gajeel and Juvia came from the same guild, Levy suggested, "He can play her father." The two were easily convinced and headed backstage. 

THE PEASANT'S WISE DAUGHTER

"Once upon a time, "Wendy began, "There was a peasant, he was so poor that the only thing he had was his daughter." Gajeel and Juvia walked onstage. "The king had given them some land and while digging up the ground for farming, they had found a golden tray." The sky slayer continued. 

"This is amazing!" Gajeel cheered, holding up the golden tray proudly, "We'll take it to the king as a gift!" "That is not wise," warned Juvia, "If we take him the tray without the cover, he will surely think we are lying. He will think that we have kept it for ourselves." "But the peasant would not listen." Wendy narrated, "He took the tray to the king anyways."

Juvia went backstage and Gray entered and sat on a lavish throne. Gajeel bowed before him, "My king, I have found this on the land you gave me." he held the tray out. Gray took the tray and carefully examined it, ". . . Is this it?" he asked. "That's all we found." Gajeel explained. "Liar! How would you find a tray and not the lid?! Throw him in the dungeon!" Gray commanded. 

"And the peasant was thrown in jail." Wendy continued "While in there he kept crying-" "Oh! If only I'd listened to my daughter!" Gajeel wailed dramatically. "This made the king so curious, that eventually he was brought before the king again." Wendy continued. "What's all this about a daughter?" Gray asked. "She told me I shouldn't bring you the tray without the cover." Gajeel explained. "She was right." Gray confirmed, "Well if she's that smart, she can have the chance to marry me." Juvia was onstage in an instant, "Really?!" "In the play, Juvia." Gray said sternly. ". . .Oh. . ." Juvia was disappointed, but the play continued on. "I will give you a riddle. If you solve it, we'll get married." Gray said. Juvia gasped excitedly. "In the play, Juvia." he reminded. 

Wendy turned back to the audience, "He gave her the riddle and it was quickly solved. They were then wed." Gray and Juvia were holding hands onstage and repeating after Gajeel. "Man, this sure is a lot for a fake wedding. . ." Gray noted. "Sign this." Gajeel held out a piece of paper, which Gray signed without thinking. Juvia squealed and did the same. The two left the stage and the attention of the guild went back to Wendy.  "The two lived together happily for the next few years. One day an argument was brought to the king. Two men had been travelling together, one with  an ox and the other with a horse. The horse had given birth to a foal in the night, and the ox-owner wanted to keep it. He claimed one of the ox had given birth to it, and the king sided with him. The poor horse-owner, the rightful owner of the foal, went to the queen for help." Wendy read. Juvia sat on a throne and Lyon knelt at her feet, "Oh, merciful and beautiful queen!" he declared. Gray had to be restrained backstage. Lyon continued,  "What am I to do?! Alas, I shall never see my precious foal! The cruel Gray has kept her from me!" "Are you sure you're just talking about a horse, Lyon?" Chelia asked skeptically from Wendy's side. Wendy couldn't' help but giggle. Juvia smiled, "Fear not, kind peasant. I have a plan." 

"The next day her plan was carried out." Wendy said. Lyon stood onstage with a fishing pole and Gray approached him. He stared at Lyon for a long moment, speechless. ". . . What the hell are you doing?" "I'm fishing." Lyon replied, casually. "You're on land. You can't fish on land, you idiot!" Gray scolded. "It's as easy to fish on land as it is for an ox to have a foal." Lyon replied coolly. Gray fell silent. "Who put you up to this?" he demanded.  "Ha! As if I would ever betray my beloved Juvia!" Lyon declared, hand over his heart. "So it was Juvia." Gray replied. ". . .Shit." 

"The King returned home to find his wife." Wendy narrated. Gray marched onstage and glared at Juvia. "How dare you betray me like this! We're done! Go back to your hut- but I will give you this." Gray offered, "You may take the one thing you love most in this world with you." Juvia took the opportunity to hug Gray. "What are you doing?!" Gray exclaimed. "You're the thing I love most in this world, my darling!" Juvia reminded. "Oh. . ."  Gray gave the audience an exasperated look. "The end!" Wendy declared.

The actors began to exit the stage, but Juvia was still hugging Gray gleefully. "I can't believe we're really married!" she squealed. "It's not real, Juvia." Gray gently pushed her off. "No, but the marriage certificate you signed was." Gajeel mentioned, casually. Gray whirled on him, "WHAT?!" "I got ordained last year." Gajeel shrugged. "Why?" Levy asked. "Eh, Lily and I were drunk, and he bet me a hundred jewel I couldn't do it." 

"No! We are not staying married!" Gray scolded. "But my love-" "NO! Give me the certificate!" Gray demanded. Juvia sadly obeyed.  "Natsu, burn this!" Gray tossed him the crumpled paper. Natsu caught it and stared down at it for a moment. Then immediately grinned and threw it back, "No." "NATSU!!!"  Gray roared. "Darling, your clothes." "You know what?! I'll deal with you later, come on!" Gray grabbed Juvia roughly and yanked her towards the door. "We're going to City Hall and getting this thing annulled!" "Oh, but darling-" "Don't 'darling' me, I'm mad at you!!!" Gray stormed out of the building, dragging Juvia behind him. 

"Uhm. . . Maybe we should move on to the next story. . ." Wendy said, worriedly. She looked around desperately trying to bring the fun back into the room, "Erza! Do you wanna be in a story?" Erza smiled, "I would love to. What did you have in mind?" "Well, Rapunzel is next." Wendy said. "Rapunzel, huh? What's that about?" Erza asked. Wendy smiled, "It's about a girl who gets imprisoned in a tower for her whole childhood." she explained. Erza's teammates gasped and cringed. That sounded a little too similar to Erza's childhood. "Wendy, um. . . maybe Erza shouldn't-" Erza held up a hand to shush the Celestial mage. "It's fine, Wendy." she assured. Wendy beamed, "Natsu and Lucy can be your parents, now we just need a witch and a prince." "I'll be the witch." Mirajane offered. "And I know the perfect prince!" Wendy cheered, before dashing out of the room. 

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Jellal lay slumped over the desk. Several books were laid out beneath him. He had retreated to the guild's library in order to do some research, but truthfully- he hadn't slept in a few days and his fatigue was catching up with him. He was snoring softly from his place at the desk. That is. . . until a small eager girl ran in calling his name. Wendy cried out as she slipped and crashed into a bookshelf. Jellal sat straight up, as the sound of books tumbling to the ground awoke him from his slumber. 

"Ow. . ." a small voice groaned. "Wendy?" Jellal asked, offering her his hand, "Are you alright?" "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks." Wendy assured. She stood and rubbed a sore spot on her head, then remembered her intent. "Oh! Jellal! I need you to come save Erza from a tower!" Jellal stared down at her, "That's very different from the last thing Erza and I did in a tower." he noted. Confusion registered on Wendy's face. ". . . What?" "What?" Jellal replied, quickly. "The guild is performing Fairy Tales for me. . ." Wendy explained, "I was hoping you'd be Rapunzel's prince!" "And, uh, Erza is Rapunzel?" Jellal asked, unable to help the smile that spread to his features. Wendy nodded. Jellal considered the prospect for about 0.3 seconds before making his decision. "My research can wait."

 ---

RAPUNZEL

"Once upon a time a husband and wife lived by a witch. The witch had a beautiful garden, and since the wife was pregnant, she started to crave the vegetables that grew in the witches garden." Wendy began.  Natsu and Lucy sat at a table onstage. "Natsu! If I don't get some of those vegetables, I'll die!" Lucy cried. "She's joking right?" Natsu asked Wendy. Wendy shook her head. Natsu looked back to Lucy, "But she's scary!" "I'll die, Natsu." "But- I- Aw, man. . ." Natsu groaned and stood from the table. 

"That night, he snuck into the garden." Wendy narrated. Natsu snickered triumphantly as he slunk across the stage. "But he got caught." Wendy added. "HOW DARE YOU!!!" Mirajane stormed onstage, powers activated so she looked extra scary. Natsu screamed and fell to his knees, "I'm so sorry! Please don't kill me, I just didn't want my wife to die!!!" he wailed. "Fine. You may live." Mira said, "And you can keep the vegetables. But when it's born, I get your baby." "Sure, whatever!" Natsu ran offstage in fear. 

"When the baby was born, the witch locked it in a tower, she had named the baby Rapunzel. Which is the German name for the lettuce her father had stolen. Rapunzel had grown up to be beautiful! With hair as yellow as-. . ." Wendy stared at scarlet locks, "Red as roses." she quickly covered. "The only way in or out of the tower was by climbing Rapunzel's hair. One day, a prince found the tower." Jellal walked onstage and hid behind a curtain as Mira approached the tower. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair to me." she called. Crimson locks fell down and MIrajane climbed up them. She quickly climbed down and left the stage. 

Jellal approached the makeshift tower, which was really just a tall ladder. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" he repeated, and cherry locks greeted him. He climbed up. "At first Rapunzel was afraid of the prince, but they soon fell in love, and she decided to go away with him, but before they could leave, the witch found out about their plan." Wendy explained. 

"Wicked child!" Mira cried, "Here I have hidden you from the world, and you deceive me?!" she grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off Erza's wig. "You shall go to the desert and never see him again!"  Mira pushed Erza offstage. Jellal approached the tower again, "Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your hair!" When the ruby locks greeted him, he climbed up. "Where is Erza- I mean Rapunzel?!" he demanded. "You'll never see her again!" Mira replied. "No!" Jellal wailed and jumped from the tower in despair. 

"The prince lived, but thorns pierced his eyes and he was blind. He wandered for years, until he came upon a desert." Wendy narrated. Jellal stumbled onstage, a blindfold now covering his eyes. "My prince?!" Erza exclaimed, walking onstage and seeing him. "Rapunzel?!" Jellal replied. Erza rushed over and hugged him. "The couple was so happy they wept and when Rapunzel's tears fell into the Prince's eyes, he could see again." Wendy said, as Erza removed Jellal's blindfold. "And they lived happily ever after!" 

The guild cheered and the actors sat back down. "You make a pretty good prince, Jellal." "And you make a beautiful princess." Jellal replied. "Get a room!" "Forgive me, I have an idiot to stab." Erza said, politely. Natsu gulped. "Maybe we should take a break from romance for a while. . ." Carla suggested, "Why don't we do a fable?" 

[ai-suru-hito-yo]

Waiting For Someone To Release Me (Pt 4)

Summary: You always swore you would never do this. You would never be that girl, yet there you were, hidden away in a dark bathroom, pressed up against the door by another warm body as the party raged on outside. A loud thud resounded around you, but you hardly even noticed it was from your own head falling back against the door as warm lips trailed down your neck.

Warnings: heavy petting, misplaced jealousy, alcohol, drunk people, dumb stereotypical groupies, sweet like some kind of cheese

Word Count: 5k+

A/N: Alright it gets a bit steamy in this chapter, we’re getting into 18+ territory. I am not Mary Austin’s biggest fan, but I love the way Lucy Boynton portrayed her and though I visualize this as the OG boys, I visualise Mary as Lucy!Mary. You can do whatever you choose. The Roland brand mentioned did exist in the 1970s. Did Brian use it then? Dunno. Did he ever use it? Dunno! We’re playing with timelines and blurring exact details. This is fiction. I’m also going to post a follow-up with visuals for this, as I actually do have very specific looks in mind for John, Reader, and the groupies (haha forget what I said about blurring exact details...).

You settled backstage with the boys for a while and chatted, thankful for the opportunity to get to know them a little more. John acted as a gracious host as he kept you supplied with drink and company, engaged you in conversation, and just generally made you feel welcome among them.

As showtime drew closer, though, you found yourself alone as everybody was off making last minute checks and adjustments, ensuring everything would be perfect. At one point, you noticed Brian walking by with his guitar and finally got a good look at it for the first time.

“I've never seen a guitar quite like that,” you said to him a few minutes later as he stood by a small amp at the back of the now quiet room, empty but for the two of you, twisting pegs and plucking strings, tuning the instrument methodically. He smiled at you as he made one last adjustment to his D string, then sat in the chair opposite you to warm up a bit.

“That's because there is no guitar like it in the world,” he answered with a grin. “My dad and I made this when I was a teenager.”

Your jaw dropped at this bit of information, and you looked down again at the beautiful red stained wood before you. “You made her? Really?”

Brian nodded and chuckled as he swung the strap over his head and laid the instrument out on the table before him, pointing out the various parts. He was clearly excited that someone would show such and interest in his axe as he eagerly explained everything to you.

“I named it the Red Special, but I sometimes refer to it as the Fireplace, as the body is made out of a 100 year old mantle,” he ran his finger reverently across the round body of the guitar, before he tilted the neck toward you.

“This is from an old shelf dad tore out of the kitchen, and these inlays are mother-of-pearl, old buttons mum had lying around. This came from a knitting needle, mum had lost one of the pair, and the wiring is all Dad's design.”

“Amazing,” you whispered as you reached toward it, but stopped short as you realized what you were doing.

“Go ahead,” Brian said with chuckle. “I doubt you'll hurt her.”

You picked up the guitar and held it reverently, afraid to touch too much and mess up any tuning or settings (there were an awful lot of switches laid into the pick guard, and even the knobs looked imperfectly homemade) but also frightened to death of dropping it.

“I don't know a damn thing about guitars except that they sound cool,” you admitted as you tucked the Special onto your lap.

Brian stood and sat beside you, then reached out to reposition the guitar on your knee and positioned your fingers along the frets.

“Put this one here, press down firmly-a little more, there you are- now just strum,” he said, leaning away from you as you strummed one fingernail over down the strings. It was faint without any amplification, but you could just hear the chord ring out in the room. You smiled and whipped your head around to face Brian, proud that you played your very first chord.

“Brilliant!” he said with a clap of his hands. “That's a G chord, a very basic building block for any guitarist.”

“What's another one?!” you asked breathlessly, suddenly very enthusiastic to make more lovely sounds. He leaned around you again to reposition your fret hand just as the door burst open. You looked up, slightly startled at the sound, and your smile immediately slid off your face at the thunderous look Roger pointed your way as he stood in the doorway.

“What are you doing?” he asked. You were unable to decipher whether the question was directed at you or at Brian, and his tone was unreadable. Was he angry? Why would he be angry?

“Brian was teaching me a couple chords on his guitar,” you said innocently. “I was admiring it and next thing I knew, I was playing it! I can see why you guys love this so much, it's a rush!”

Roger stared at Brian next to you as you bent back over the guitar, trying to remember the position for a G chord. It became apparent you had already forgotten as you strummed and were met with a discordant clanging. Brian turned to you as you handed the instrument back, deciding you had perhaps had one too many of John's delicious cocktails to be handling such a precious piece of equipment.

“Bri,” Roger's tone was clipped as he addressed his friend. “They need you out front, one of your pedals isn't responding or something.”

“Did they try to hook up the Roland again? I told them it doesn't work,” Brian stood and started for the door, only to be blocked by Roger, who did not immediately move out of the way. You watched, puzzled, as they stared at each other for a moment before Brian squeezed past Roger and out the door.

As soon as Brian was gone, Roger was all smiles again. He shot you a winning grin as he reached for his earlier abandoned scotch and tossed it back. He slammed the glass on the table and dropped down next to you on the small couch. You giggled as you bounced a little from the sudden movement.

“Come here often?” he asked with a smirk. You simply rolled your eyes at him and turned away.

“I have to say,” you answered, “things are just as busy as I had imagined they would be, but not nearly as exciting.”

“Oh, fuck off! Rock and roll is exciting!”

“Well sure it is during the actual show! So far I've spent half my time here entertaining myself,” you crossed your arms in a show of feigned petulance.

“I'm sorry it ain't all you were expecting, love-”

Your head whipped around when you heard the endearment fall from his lips. “Please don't call me that.”

Roger looked surprised and more than a little confused by your sudden statement. “What?''

“I know you have a couple of times now and I was able to ignore it, but if we're going to be seeing more of each other, I have to ask you not to call me that. 'Love'. Ch-I just don't like it. Please don't call me that.”

Roger put his hands up in surrender, his eyes wide and eyebrows in his hairline. “Alright, alright. As you wish. I won't say it anymore.” A pause, and then, “I'm sorry.”

“Thank you. You've no reason to be sorry, though I do appreciate it. ”

An awkward silence fell over the both of you for a moment. You were lost in past memories of Charlie's drunkenness, so wrapped in your own head that you missed the re-entrance of the last two members of Queen, having just finished their last few equipment checks. John had also changed into his stage clothes, and when you finally noticed them, you could not stop yourself from doing double take at his appearance.

He was no longer in his well-loved velvet trousers and button up. Instead, he sported a well cut satin suit in a deep black along with a very deep cut black shirt with what appeared to be a pattern of some sort of foliage embroidered on it in white. It left him exposed halfway down his torso and you had a hard time tearing your eyes away from his pale chest.

“Darling, the show is just about to start!” Freddie's voice cut into your thoughts, and you tore your eyes away from John to face him. “What are you still doing here, you won't see much from backstage! Go join the crowd before it gets too full!”

“Erm, alright, Freddie, I will,” and with a quick kiss to your cheek, the man sent you on your way out to find a good spot to see the show.

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It was another fantastic performance. In fact, you were almost certain this had been an even better show than the last one. You were left speechless by the power and the passion behind the music, and once they had wrapped up their set, you could not wait to get back to your friends and tell them how much you had enjoyed the night.

As you made your way over to the side stage and toward the access that would lead you back to your friends, you could not help but notice a group of ladies gathered around the pathway. They were all very scantily clad in their crop tops and tube tops and tiny shorts, and you shivered just imagining how they must have frozen when they stepped outside to make their journey to the venue tonight. One girl with feathered, bright red hair was leaning around the bouncer, attempting to get a look backstage. It was then you realized who these girls must be and what they were doing-or hoping to do-still hanging around after the show was over.

“Excuse me,” you said to the group of girls, trying to make your way around them. The tall one with hair like fire turned to you and gave you a dirty look.

“Um, we've already tried and, like, no one is allowed back so, you should probably just go home.”

“Uh...thanks?” you said to her, unsure how to answer, as you got the attention of the staff member attempting to shoo them away. It was the same gentleman who had helped you when you first arrived. He smiled and stood aside for you to move past the side stage. You nodded in thanks as you moved along.

The groupie was certainly not happy. The whiniest voice followed you down the corridor, “Why does she get to go?!” You did not hear the bouncer's response as you laughed and opened the door to the dressing room.

The scene you stumbled upon, however, stopped you in your tracks. Brian and Roger were stood in the middle of the room, facing each other and glaring, with Freddie attempting to step between them. John stood to the side, his bag in his hand, watching the scene unfold quietly. You could feel the tension in the room and started backing away when Freddie called out to you.

“(Y/N)! Our number 1 fan back again!” he called to you with hint of faked cheeriness.

“Yes,” you said, hand still on the knob of the door. “Is there something wrong? Should I go? I can wait outside, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just barged back in like this.”

“Nonsense,” Freddie said with that same not-quite-right tone. “We invited you along, you are welcome here. Right, boys?”

He turned to look at Brian and Roger. Brian looked up at you before answering Freddie, “Of course she is. But I'm not the one with the problem, Fred.”

There was a snap and a clattering as Roger threw the pair of sticks he had still been holding across the room. One splintered against the wall and they both fell to the cement floor with a clatter. Roger then pushed his way to the back toward the shower without a word. You were still standing in the doorway, shocked and uncomfortable. Roger's actions certainly contradicted Brian and Freddie's words, and you very much did not want to be caught up in whatever band matter the guys needed to sort out. You knew it was not your place, especially with not having known them for more than a week.

Freddie shook his head after Roger, then turned back to you with a sigh. “Don't mind him dear. He gets a little crazy after shows sometimes. All the adrenaline and pent up tension get to him sometimes.”

“Are you sure? I don't want to interfere in private band matters...”

“It's not a band matter, and it's not you he has a problem with,” Freddie told you, before he added under his breath, “It's not even Brian who he’ll have a problem with.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing at all. Now please, do come sit and give us your glowing review!”

You allowed yourself to be steered back to the small couch that had been your perch before the show, and let all your thoughts about their performance spill forth. You gushed for a solid 20 minutes about how entranced you were by them, how impressed you were with their chemistry, how it almost seemed like they could predict each other's movements on stage, and how majestic they all looked in their fancy garb under proper stage lights.

After about fifteen minutes, Roger reappeared in a waft of steam and the smell of soap, hair wet and dripping, looking much calmer than he had before he stormed off. He perched next to you on the arm of the couch and listened quietly as you relayed to him how amazed you were by his playing. He smiled softly at you, but did not get a chance to reply before Freddie interrupted.

“Right! I think a celebration of this magnificent night is in order!” he cried, tossing his long raven locks over his shoulders and opening his arms wide in a grand, sweeping gesture. “Party at ours!”

“And were you gonna ask me if I'm okay with that, Fred?” Roger crossed his arms

“Oh come on, Roggie!” he pouted. “I know you're not ready for this night to end either!” Freddie then raced to the door and flung it open with a bang, crying out, “Party! After-party at my home! We simply cannot let this night go to waste!”

Brian stood from the chair opposite you and immediately began packing his things. “Well, we'd best get a move on, lads. If we don't at least show up he'll have all our heads.”

Roger made his way to the mirror and started blow-drying his hair. You watched him for a moment until you felt the cushion next to you sink as John sat beside you.

“You'll come along, too, won't you?” he asked you, just loud enough to be heard over the hair dryer.

You looked into his green eyes for a moment, his earnest, open expression clearly begging you to come along, and how could anyone say no to that?

You playfully nudged your shoulder against his and answered, “You're not getting rid of me any time soon, Deacon.”

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Roger volunteered to give you a lift to Freddie's, but the night had taken place in a much larger venue than last time, meaning more equioment, and once all the extra gear was packed into the van, there was only enough room left for Roger and Brian, who had ridden along with him. Freddie, however, had taken a cab home ahead of the rest in order to get his flat ready for the party (Roger was not happy Freddie skipped out on loading equipment, “wanker just wanted an excuse not to lift anything!”) so John offered to take you in his Mini.

“You drive a Mini?” you asked him, mirth evident in your eyes.

“Yeah, I do. Something wrong with that?” he answered defensively.

“No! No not at all!” you placated him. “Just didn't expect that from a rock star is all. That's so very English of you, John.”

“Yeah, well,” he raised his arms and gestured around you, as if indicating that you were, in fact, in England, so it actually made perfect sense. “And I'm no rock star.”

“Hmm. Not yet.”

Before John could answer, Roger, whose mood seemed to have improved tenfold, came bounding out of the pub with the last bag of equipment, closely followed by Brian with his guitar in case.

“Right, that should be the last of it. Let's get a move on, I've got a real thirst going now, I'm ready for some celebratory drinks!”

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You were unsure on the way over what to expect when you arrived, but upon stepping into Freddie and Roger's flat, you were certain you could have picked it out from pictures before ever having stepped foot inside. The first thing you noticed was the small collection of guitars and a keyboard set up in the corner of the living room, taking up more space than most anything else. The decorations were very bold, with drapes and tapestries hanging everywhere, most of them is saturated reds, blues, and purples, giving the whole place a warm, red glow. The kitchen looked untouched, the small stove blending into the counter as a storage space for notebooks, textbooks, and boxes of what looked like clothing stacked around the small space. There was a ginger cat lounging on the dilapidated sofa, clearly unimpressed with the strange people who had just walked into its home. It stood up, fluffed it's tail, and proceeded to stalk off down the hallway and away from all the people.

Freddie had clearly been busy draping scarves and handkerchiefs on the lamps to create a soft ambiance, and the coffee table was laden with various half-empty liquor bottles, a few mixers and glasses. There was a record on, playing softly for now, and you thought it may have been The Beatles.

Just as you were taking in the artwork that seemed to be congregated in one corner of the room, Freddie emerged form down the hall with the ginger cat in his arms.

“Darlings, you've arrived just in time. Mary will be here shortly with her girlfriends from Biba. They've just got to finish closing the store. Peter the sound guy said he had three from his crew coming along, and I invited a few of our adoring crowd as well.”

“Jesus, Fred, really?” Brian asked him. “You invited total strangers into your home?”

“Well they won't be strangers after tonight, will they, darling? Come in, make yourself at home, get a drink, have fun!” and with a flourish, Freddie turned to the stereo, flicked the volume up, and the night continued.

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An hour later you found yourself sat on the dilapidated couch, staring around the room and feeling completely out of your element. The place was packed, noisy, and way to hot. You'd lost John about 15 minutes ago, and wandered aimlessly, looking for a place to stop for a minute and collect yourself. You had stumbled past Brian, clearly intoxicated and wrapped around a very cute, tiny brunette you had met earlier in the night, Cheryl or Christy or something. You smirked and turned away to afford them at least a small amount of privacy, and found a seat on the couch. After a moment of contemplating whether anyone would notice if you slipped out and made your way home, a blonde woman with a slightly crooked smile plopped down beside you.

“Oi. This place is a mad house, innit?” she turned to you with a knowing look. “I don't know why I come along to these crazy parties of Fred's their really not my thing.”

You smiled at her, unsure if you should recognize her or not, and nodded. “Yeah, I definitely didn't expect it to be this packed.”

“That's Freddie, though. He can't do anything small or halfway. I'm Mary, by the way. Mary Austin.”

“Mary? As in Freddie's Mary?”

“Freddie's Mary” she answered with a small smile.

“Oh! I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you answered and reached out to shake her hand.

“You're (Y/N)? Oh my, I wondered if I'd meet you here tonight! Freddie told me all about last week, he felt simply awful about the whole situation, you know,” she grasped your hand firmly for a moment before turning to face you more and sinking back into the couch. She then filled you on how Freddie had been very worried after you had lost your job, how he and the other boys all felt terribly guilty about it and how he was ready to call you up and take you out on a job search himself, at least until he realized he had no way of contacting you. He was apparently ready to march into the pub and demand someone tell him how to contact you when Roger had come rushing in late from his lunch one day, talking a mile a minute about how he had met you while he was out, that you were on your way to an interview, and he had invited you to their next show.

Being right next to the makeshift bar, you found yourself refilling your glass often as you and Mary talked and laughed, and soon you found you were not just lightheaded from the laughter shared between you. You were truly tipsy, letting loose and finally having some fun as you no longer cared about the crowd or the noise around you.

The cushions beside you dipped as someone deposited their weight onto it, and you turned to find another, more familiar, blond on your other side.

“Rog!” you exclaimed, happy to see a face you recognized. His eyes were slightly glassed over from drink and he smelled heavily of smoke, but you found you did not care as you awkwardly hugged him.

“Hey, wanna dance?” he murmured in your ear. “It is a party after all.”

“Uh, I really can't dance,” you replied, biting your lip nervously. His eyes flicked down to the action then quickly back up to your own eyes.

“Who cares?” he answered. “Everybody's drunk, or well on their way to it. Nobody cares! Let's go have some fucking fun!”

You found you could not argue with his logic, and so you allowed yourself to be pulled up and toward the makeshift dance floor in front of the stereo. Roger pulled you close and placed a hand on your waist as you threw your head back and your arms up and let your body move how it wanted to the music. Soon you were both laughing as you traded corny moves you had seen recently at some of the discos around town, crying tears of mirth at each others' silly actions.

Roger took your hand and spun you around, and when you came back to face him again, that was when you finally spotted John. He was leaning back against the couch you had just been sitting on, watching you with a passive expression on his face. However, there was a burning intensity in his eyes, and when they met your, you swallowed hard. A shiver ran its way up your spine causing you to falter slightly in your steps.

“Whoa steady there!” Roger had not noticed John watching you as his back was to John. “You alright?”

“Oh, yeah!” you recovered quickly. “Just got a bit dizzy. I think I may need to take a break!”

“Yeah, alright,” he said. “I need a piss and a smoke anyway.”

“Charming,” you answered with a furrowed brow. He simply shot you a smile as he made his way down the hall. You turned toward John, only to find he had already made his way to you. He startled you as you had not expected him to be standing so close.

“Jesus, I'm sorry, (Y/N), I didnt mean to scare you,” he reached out to plae a hand on you waist to steady you.

“It's alright,” you said, fire erupting from where his hand lay lightly against your body. You could feel every last millimeter of the shape of his hand even over your clothes. John was very close to you now, and you could clearly see each fleck of green and grey swirling together in his eyes, could count each faint freckle on his skin as he smiled softly at you. You could smell him, his unique mix of shampoo, aftershave and something distinctly John that frankly made you feel comforted while simultaneously driving you wild. He was so close now, all you would have to do is lean forward into him a little more and you could easily reach up and-

Sudden cold flooded the left side of your body. You and John both gasped and turned to the source of the disruption. The scantily-clad red head groupie from earlier had apparently tripped over her own drunken feet as she passed by, tossing her full drink all over you and John who just happened to be in her path. She stopped herself from falling by grabbing John, who instinctively grabbed onto you as he was almost taken down with her. You barely held him up as he regained his composure and set the woman back upright.

“Ohmygod I am sooooo sorryyy!” she whined at you and grabbed your shoulder as she regained her balance. Then she blinked a few times and finally seemed to focus on your face. “Hey, wait, don' I know you frsumwhere?”

You removed her hand from your shoulder, as her long, bright yellow painted nails had started digging into your skin, and quickly replied, “No, sorry!” You then grabbed John's hand and pulled him down the hall, hoping Roger had already moved on to his smoke and the bathroom would be free. You started opening doors along the way, not caring what you found inside. The first was a bedroom, thankfully empty but for the furniture. The second was a closet, and the third locked, though you thought you heard some noises coming form inside that would suggest it was probably not a bathroom. Finally John caught on to what you were doing and led to you the door at the very end of the hall. He pulled it open, pulled you inside, and slammed and locked it behind the both of you.

You stood facing the mirror over the sink, assessing the damage to your favorite jumpsuit, turning this way and that, and blotted at the wet spots with a small towel that had been sitting on the vanity. You locked eyes with John's reflection in the mirror, and before you knew what was happening, you both had dissolved into fits of giggles.

“Here, let me have that,” he said, taking the towel from you after you both calmed down for a moment.

You turned your back to him and he carefully wiped the towel over your bare shoulder and blotted along the dropped sleeve of your outfit. He then pulled your hair back and gently squeezed the towel around it, soaking up the sticky mess that found its way into your perfectly tonged hair. You felt goosebumps erupt in the towel's wake. John was so gentle and careful, cleaning you up quickly and thoroughly. You took the towel back from him and ordered him to turn to the side so you could try to wash the stain out of his sleeve. He obeyed, watching you work in the mirror. He admired the way your eyelashes fluttered against your cheek as you leaned close to him, the shine of your hair as you shifted under the harsh light.

“There,” you said quietly once you were finished and deemed the mess contained. You looked up at him, only to find him watching you intensely.

You dropped the towel blindly into the sink beside you, never looking away from John. His fingers found their way under your chin, gently tilting your head up just a little more. You could not stand it any longer. You raised up onto your tiptoes and landed a kiss straight on John's pouting mouth.

He did not respond at first, and you panicked. Had you read the situation wrong? Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh-

Suddenly you were pushed up against the door, arms flailed out to find purchase against the sudden onslaught. You accidentally switched the light off, but did not notice one bit as John's lips parted against yours, teeth latching onto your bottom lip and pulling slightly, causing you to gasp into his mouth. You pulled away for a second, panting, only to reach up and place your hands on either side of this sharp jaw and dive back in again. John's large hands pinned your hips back against the door, and he crowded closer as you dipped your tongue just barely past his lips, testing the waters.

John made a sound caught somewhere between a sigh and a moan and opened up to you completely. Warm velvet tangled in the sweetest dance you had ever tasted, your senses filled to the brim with all things John. One of your hands slid down to the back of his neck, the other tangling in the hair you felt tickling against your face, pulling it back out of your way.

You always swore you would never do this. You would never be that girl, yet there you were, hidden away in a dark bathroom, pressed up against the door by another warm body as the party raged on outside. Yet something about John really made you lose all ability to care. A loud thud resounded around you, but you hardly even noticed it was from your own head falling back against the door as warm lips trailed down your neck.

You gasped at the feeling, arching toward John, wanting to feel more of his warmth, craving more contact. He obliged, moving his hands from your hips to wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. The hand not tangled in his soft brown waves moved around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. You could not get enough of him, now that the levee had broken. It was a flood of passion and the sweetest agony, and you welcomed it with open arms.

A loud moan ripped its way out of your throat as you felt his lips latch on just below your ear and suck hard. John had no way of knowing this, but this exact spot was one of your most sensitive areas, an erogenous zone that had never been thoroughly discovered before. You tilted your head to offer him better access, one of his hands brushing your long hair out of the way, panting as he left what would surely be a very noticeable bruise come morning. Just as you were deciding you did not care how many marks he left up and down your whole body, a knock just behind your caused you to freeze up immediately.

John, who apparently had not hear the knock but felt you suddenly tense up, detached himself from your neck and looked into your eyes with mild panic.

“(Y/N), what-?”

“Ssh!” you pressed a finger to his lips to shush him, and heard the knock come again, followed by a familiar voice.

“Hello? Anybody in there?” Mary's voice was muffled but recognizable through the door. Your eyes widened for a moment, but you cleared your throat and took a deep breath before you answered.

“Just a moment, Mary!” you called as naturally as you could muster.

“(Y/N), I'd wondered where you'd gone!” she called cheerfully. “Sorry to interrupt, I'll just wait out here until you're done.”

“Alright, thanks!” you called, and turned back to John. You giggled and he smiled against your finger, still pressed against his lips. He kissed it and you pulled away, straightening up and turning the light back on.

The mirror revealed just what a sight you two were, with your kiss-swollen lips, mussed hair and clothing wrinkled where you had grabbed at each other. You quickly fixed up your smeared makeup, brushed johns hair down as well as you possibly could, and quietly opened the door, praying no one would see the two of you emerge form the bathroom like a couple of randy teenagers. You would not be able to live down the mortification if you were caught.

Unfortunately for you, Freddie and Roger were stood in the doorway to another bedroom, talking animatedly. Mary gave you a sly smile as she squeezed past you into the bathroom. Freddie, however, seemed to panic. His eyes widened comically, which Roger noticed.

“What are you lookin' at, Fred?” he asked and started to turn around.

“Oh, nothing! I just, uh...I just remembered I had something I wanted to show you. It's uh...a little piece I thought you might like you wear for our next show.”

“What? Oh come on, can't it wait, Fred?”

“No, darling, it simply cannot! The muse strikes whenever she likes, and if I don't do it now I never will!” And he pulled Roger into the room and shut the door.

You turned to John with a questioning look. He just shrugged and rubbed his hand across his chest, looking slightly uncomfortable. You figured it must have something to do with the idea of Freddie and stage costumes. You had gathered from your conversation before the show that John and Freddie got on quite well, but one thing they tended to butt heads on was clothing.

The two of you rejoined the party, but after you took one look around the busy room, you decided you had enough.

“John? You good to drive?” you asked him.

“Yeah, why?” he asked, head tilted to the side as he gazed at you.

“I'm tired. Take me home?”

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A Night to Remember (Joe Mazello x Reader)

Summary: Your life-long friend Rami called you in to come with them in a Queen+Adam Lambert concert. It turns out you'll be facing your celebrity crush, Joe Mazello

Warnings: None. Just pure cuteness of the whole cast and the pairing :)

Word Count: 1.6k words

"Y/N! Darling, I have to tell you something!."

You smile to hear Rami's voice through your phone. It's been months since you talked to your life-long friend ever since you two are in middle school. You have parted ways in college but through his acting career, you got in touch with him after all the years you didn't see him. One of his major films is the Queen biopic Bohemian Rhapsody that really sent his career to the top. People and movie critics loved him and the rest of the casts in portraying the legendary band. You remember the time that Rami will call you to come with him on set to meet all of the people working behind the huge film. And there you met Joseph Mazello, the eccentric guy that sends laughs and joy in set. You liked him as he played John Deacon of Queen, playing along with that British accent and learning on playing the bass guitar. He's just so nice and kind and funny, that's where you realized you started to like him, like literally like him.

You already entitled him as your celebrity crush.

"Hey Rami! What's up?." You responded, pacing around your room as you grip your phone inside your hand. You're always giddy when Rami calls, especially when he's hanging out with Joe and the others.

"I was thinking that you should come with us." He said through the line as you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"Where?." You asked.

"You know...in a Queen plus Adam Lambert concert. Brian and Roger actually invited us and got us some seats already, then meet with them backstage after their show." He explained and you're just left speechless because you can't explain how excited you're getting right now.

It's your first time to go in a Queen concert. It's sad because you have never seen Freddie Mercury live as he sings their songs, but...this is the opportunity.

"Well yes I'll go! I will never say no to Queen!." You yelled in excitement and squeal in happiness as you hear Rami laughing.

"So it's settled then. The rest of the group will come with us too. Lucy, Gwil, Ben and Joe." He said as you abruptly stopped in your tracks when you heard his name.

"Oh. Okay, I'll be seeing you guys okay? I'm freaking excited." You said.

"We'll be picking you up later. Be ready by 7pm alright Y/N?." He asked and you nod your head, even though he won't see it.

"Yeah sure, of course. 7pm it is!."

"See you Y/N, miss you so much. Mwah!." He chuckles and you smiled sweetly.

"Mwaaah! See you Rami!."

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You have wore your best clothes, even though you have spend hours in picking these clothes in your closet. You didn't applied that much makeup because you'll just end up crying in the middle of that concert, especially when Adam Lambert will be singing Who Wants to Live Forever live. That song really sends you in the state of sadness.

Your eyes widened when you heard a honk outside your apartment, knowing that will be them already, so you took your sling bag and left your home. You see Rami, Lucy and Ben in the backseat while Gwilym is sitting on the passenger seat, well, Joe is driving the car. As always. You waved your hand at them as Rami opened the car door for you to get inside with them, he quickly gave you the sweetest kiss on the cheek and hugged you tightly, Lucy hugged you too and Ben shyly wrapped his arms around your shoulder as a short hug. He's damn cute, but Joe's cuter though oops.

"Hey Y/N, how are you?." Gwilym asked by the front seat as you grinned up at him.

"I'm good, thanks Gwil!." You responded with a huge smile on your face. You have missed these people so bad, thank God you're meeting them again tonight. Joe finally drive away from your street and you have posted on your IG story doing a boomerang video with Rami, Lucy and Ben in the  backseat.

"So Y/N, Rami told me you have never gone to a Queen concert, like ever in your entire life." Joe spoke to you as you stuttered some words at first.

"Uh yeah, I am but I'm really lucky to have you guys and because of you guys, I'm now seeing Queen live. I'm excited!." You exclaimed and you see Joe smiled at you by the rear view mirror.

You blushed, almost looking like a ripe tomato.

The drive to the venue where they are playing is fast since traffic is not that heavy. So, when Joe parked the car, you all left the car as you grin in excitement again. Rami, Lucy, Gwil and Ben partnered up together while they left you with Joe. So, you're walking beside Joe towards the venue.

"How's life Y/N?." Joe suddenly asked you as you turn your look at him.

"It's fine. I've found a job actually and planned on visiting my family house by next month, so...it's going great. Life's going great." You smiled and he looked on the ground, smiling too.

"Well what about you Joe?." You added, making him look at you again.

"Overwhelmed I guess? Since the movie is actually loved by many people, that pressured me to become a better actor, like the best actor I will ever do. That movie pushed me to become on trying my best, even though I will never reach my goal, what's important is I did my best." He said. You we're astonished on his words, those words were so true as you can see his facial expressions.

"I'm very proud of you Joe, so much. I'm so proud to all of you in the movie. You're actually the best version of yourself as an actor now Joe, for me." You gripped his shoulder as he softly put his hand on top of yours.

Your moment with him fades away when Gwil suddenly called you both to keep up with them. Your movements came faster to catch up with the rest of the group and now you're getting inside the venue. Your eyes widen to see the arena, full of fans that are getting in their seats. Your seats are just close to the VIP sections, so it's the best seat to watch the band.

"Queen is just timeless." You said with a sigh as they all agreed with you.

"They go on forever." Ben said as you nod your head at him.

You waited for minutes until the lights finally dimmed down, the crowd is getting high and when they finally got onstage. Your body fired up as the iconic song We Will Rock You was played by Brian, Roger and Adam, together with their band that is supporting them. They looked glorious. Adam looked so committed and passionate in singing the iconic songs that Queen made for years and years. Brian and Roger still playing their songs until now because when music is still alive. Queen is still alive.

The stomp, stomp, clap intensifies in the energy of the crowd. Even you, your movements are so loud and you all shouted the lyrics in joy. Then the second song, Tie Your Mother Down was on, you never stopped banging your head and jumping up and down with the beat. You also laughed at Gwil and Joe doing the air guitar as you all enjoyed the strong melody and tone of the song. It's just only the two songs, this concert will tire the hell out of you and it would be fucking worth it.

After so many songs played, the band paused for a while to interact with the crowd. Adam asking if you're all having a good time tonight as you all yelled a huge yes to him. He introduced Brian and Roger as they waved their hands to greet the crowd, they are glowing in happiness right now. And when Brian suddenly took his selfie stick as he puts his phone on that thing and struts with it around the stage, getting all the crowd as they waved to the camera recording.

Well, Joe being the extra ass he is, he suddenly asked Gwil if he wants to sit on his shoulder to be in Brian's video. Gwil didn't hesitate but to crouch down and let Joe sit on his shoulder. Gwil just effortlessly stood up as he support on Joe by holding on his thighs on either side of his face. They looked happy and you're feeling damn happy. Rami, Lucy, Ben and You started to film Joe and Gwil waving at Brian as he noticed you all in the crowd since you're not that far away. He pointed at all of you as you all cheered in happiness.

You didn't want this moment to end, you just want to spend more time with them. But you just remembered that they are still busy in promoting the film. Interviews and other programs they will go into will keep them busy in months. So in this moment, every minute, every second. You want to cherish it.

You already entitled this as the Night to Remember.