#THANK YOU CALLI AND CHARLY FOR GIVING ME THE IDEA FOR THIS AND HELPING ME CHOOSE KISSES

[creacherkeeper]

5 + 1 kisses through the years 

1. kiss on the forehead

It’s 1148, and Aziraphale isn’t sure these wars are ever going to end. The Holy Land is drenched in blood, and he can only wonder if this was how it was all supposed to go. He doesn’t take questioning the ineffable plan lightly, but one has to pause sometimes, when one has seen something only described as an immeasurable tragedy, and ask if it was really meant to be seen at all. If it was meant to be seen by anybody, immortal and otherworldly or not.

He slinks into the room, just far enough away from the main fray that no one should be bothering him, at least for the night. This building has been abandoned, and he’s sure no one minds if he borrows a bed for a little while. He doesn’t need to sleep, but he wouldn’t mind if he slipped into it on accident. Mostly, he just wants to lie down. His body aches and his eyes sting, and he wants to grip his calloused hands around a pillow and just drift.

Something shifts, and his hand goes to his sword. It’s dark in here, but not so dark he can’t see. Just dark enough that he’d missed the figure sitting in the corner of the room, slumped against a wall.

“I should have guessed I’d find you here,” he says, and he isn’t sure if he means his voice to come out so harsh.

“Where else would I be?” Crowley responds, and he sounds tired. Bone-achingly, world-weary tired. “Where else would anybody be?”

Aziraphale glares, and then softens, his eyes too tired to keep it up. He closes them, one hand coming up to rub with his palm. “Shall we just agree not to bother each other for the night, then?”

Crowley scoffs, his head tilting back against the wall. “You’re the one who found my hiding spot.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Aziraphale says, crossing the room to sink down onto the bed. For some reason, the room seems too big, and his head seems too full. His chest aches. He stands again, and this time sits next to Crowley on the floor. The feeling eases.

Crowley lifts an ornate glass bottle and holds it out to him. When Aziraphale puts it to his lips, he expects it to be alcohol, but it’s only water. Somehow, that’s better.

He holds onto the bottle, swirling the contents inside as he stares down at it. Crowley’s head is tipped back, yellow eyes staring at the opposite wall.

“I want this bloody war to end,” Aziraphale whispers. His throat burns, and he takes another swallow.

“I just want to sleep.”

Aziraphale sighs, nodding. His eyes flick to the other side of the room. “There’s a perfectly good bed.”

Crowley swallows, and holds out his hand. Aziraphale passes the bottle back.

“Can’t,” Crowley says, and doesn’t continue.

Aziraphale nods again.

For a while, they sit, passing the bottle back and forth. Aziraphale jumps when Crowley suddenly slams it to the floor, the sound ringing in the quiet room. His body curls in as he raises a hand to cover his eyes. His shoulders shudder, breath shaking and wet.

Aziraphale sits, and waits.

Eventually, Crowley wipes his eyes and settles back against the wall, sniffing harshly in the quiet room. Aziraphale hands him the bottle again, and he takes a few swigs.

He doesn’t know if he’s overstepping, but what’s there to overstep in a war, so he tugs Crowley up by his sleeve and leads him over to the bed. Crowley sinks onto it, a little line wrinkling between his eyebrows as he closes his eyes.

Aziraphale watches him for a moment, the way his hand clenches and unclenches on his stomach, and then leans over to press his lips against the demon’s forehead.

Good sleep. Good dreams, he thinks, and by the time he pulls away, Crowley is already asleep. He turns and gathers the nearest chair, bringing it over to sit by the bedside. He can’t protect them all, but at least he can do this.

 2. kiss on the hand

It’s 1612 and they’re getting swept away in the swell of people leaving the theater after the latest performance of Much Ado. It’s without thinking, really, that Aziraphale grabs onto Crowley’s hand to make sure they don’t get separated in the crowd. If he was a more honest person, he would admit that he’s had too much to drink and is a little off his guard, and if he was an even more honest person, he would admit that he’s been thinking about holding Crowley’s hand quite a lot, actually, and this seemed the perfect excuse.

But he’s not, so he doesn’t.

The crowd pushes and sways and jeers and hollers, all thoroughly taken with the comedic adventures of Benedick and the fair Beatrice. A lady too well dressed for this theater pushes past them, on the arm of an equally well-dressed man as she coos, “Well, it was obvious they were in love,” and Aziraphale blushes without knowing why.

“Fancy a drink?” Crowley asks him, shooting it over his shoulder as he finally manages to extract them both from the crowd.

“Oh, I’ve had one too many already, I’m afraid.”

Crowley looks away as he nods, as if to hide his expression. Aziraphale soon realizes he’s looking for something, twisting his head up and down the street. Their hands, he also realizes, remain clasped. He’s not sure what to do about that. He hopes his palm isn’t sweating, he feels awfully warm.

Crowley’s other hand rises and his fingers curl, and it’s probably a testament to his drink-addled head how long it takes Aziraphale to realize he’s waving to the coach that pulls to a stop in front of them. The coach driver peers down at them, and Crowley’s palm against his own burns.

“Ride for my friend,” Crowley says, fumbling in his pocket with his free hand. “Extra coin if you go easy on the turns.”

Money changes hands, and Aziraphale’s fingers come up to tug on his collar. The horse isn’t looking at them too, is it? No, he thinks, he shouldn’t be silly. It’s just a horse. If anything, it’s concerned about the snake by its hind leg. Its hoof lifts and taps a few times.

“He doesn’t bite,” Aziraphale whispers, tongue thick and fuzzy, and both Crowley and the coachman shoot him a look.

“Where ‘ya headed?” the coachman asks.

“Um.” He blinks a few times.

“Towards Leaden,” Crowley supplies, and the man nods and flicks on the reins. The door is opened, and Aziraphale stares dumbly inside.

“Well,” Crowley says, not looking at him. “Probably be around and about in a few years or so. Depends on what plays are on.”

He nods, still not entering the coach. “Well. Then I shall hope the bard’s next won’t be a sad one.”

Crowley smirks, just a little, and Aziraphale doesn’t know if it’s awkward at this point that they’re still holding hands. One of them should pull away first, but he thinks the process should have started a while ago.

“Right,” Crowley says, and clears his throat. Quick as a strike, he pulls Aziraphale’s hand up to his mouth and places a kiss against his knuckles.

By the time Aziraphale can blink, he’s lost to the crowd.

He stands and stares for a while, until the coachman grumbles about his dinner waiting at home and how it’ll have gone cold by now, and Aziraphale gathers his wits (what precious little he has remaining) and pulls himself into the coach. The ride home is bumpy, and the coachman most certainly doesn’t take it easy on the turns, but Aziraphale isn’t paying attention, anyway. The skin of his knuckles is tingling too much for that.

 3. kiss on the cheek

It’s 1965 and if Aziraphale has to sit through another Beatles song he’s going to riot. He’s not sure where he’d be rioting, exactly. Not his shop, he’d hate to mess it up. The street? Seems plebian. Where do people go to riot these days? He hasn’t the foggiest. All he knows is that if another youth comes into his shop in a Beatles tee looking for records he’s going to turn into a kettle and scream.

He’s at the piano lounge sipping on a glass of Sherry that he may have aged himself. The pianist is particularly good today—he should know, he got her this job. It had only taken one particularly good recommendation to get her off the street and into a well-paying job. He hadn’t been assigned that one. He just liked her.

A man slips into the seat next to him at the bar, but he doesn’t pay much mind. He’s lost in the gentle swell of the piano and the taste of the alcohol on his tongue.

The man shifts, waving down the bartender. “May I buy you a drink?”

Aziraphale blinks. It takes him a moment to realize what’s been asked and who is asking it.

He smiles at Crowley with the corner of his mouth, not turning to look. “I already have one, thanks.”

Crowley nods, and the bartender pours him a bourbon, though he hadn’t said anything.

They sit in silence for a moment, sipping. It’s been a while since they’ve seen each other, though maybe not as long as it could have been.

After a while, Crowley holds out his hand. “Anthony,” he says, waiting on a shake, and, oh, that’s what they’re doing tonight.

Aziraphale sighs something fond into his glass. He sets it down and meets Crowley’s hand. “Mr. Fell.”

“Mr. Fell,” he repeats, nodding. “It’s a pleasure.”

“Likewise.”

Their hands drop. Crowley turns away and smiles. “Know anything fun to do around here, Mr. Fell?”

Aziraphale chuckles as picks up his glass. “Oh, you’re asking the wrong person.”

“Am I?”

“This is what I do for fun,” he responds.

“Drink by yourself?”

“Listen to music,” he shoots back. His head tilts. “And drink by myself.”

“Well,” Crowley says, laying hard on the ‘e’, “if it’s music you’re into, you ever listen to rock n’ roll? It’s all the rage, I hear.”

“Don’t even start with me,” he gripes, eyeing Crowley’s smirk. “If you even breathe of The Beatles, I shall have to find another seat. I’m serious.”

Crowley’s lips squirm as he tries to fight away a grin. “Just piano, then.”

“Not just. Violin is nice. I love a good trumpet.”

“I bet you do.”

They look at each other for a long moment, and Aziraphale turns away to smile into his glass.

“Well,” Crowley says again, quieter, “if you like music, you must like dancing.”

“I don’t dance.”

“I’ve heard from reliable sources that you do.”

Aziraphale hums, and the sound reverberates in his cup. “I don’t dance …”

“With me?”

“Here,” he finishes.

Crowley’s drink clunks onto the bar. “Then let me tempt you.”

“You are one for that, aren’t you?”

“With the right audience.”

Crowley holds out his hand, for taking this time, and not just a shake. The Sherry swirls in Aziraphale’s glass as he considers. Crowley’s fingers waggle.

“If you make a fool of me …”

“No one will remember, anyway,” Crowley assures him, and this is the first time that Aziraphale feels he’s talking to him, Aziraphale, as Crowley, and not as Anthony to Mr. Fell.

“Very well,” he says, and sets down his glass.

Crowley pulls him to the open floor, surrounded by a dim, orange light and white-clothed tables. Kim the pianist tips her head at him as they pass, and he gives her a smile. There’s no one else dancing, but no one seems to be paying them any attention. It’s just the two of them and the little specks of dust that swirl in eddies around their heads.

His hand goes to Crowley’s shoulder, and Crowley’s goes to his waist. The others are clasped together, held out to their side. They start to turn and twist, slow and languid, and it’s not dancing, not really. It’s the gentle sway of two people who can’t stand to be too far apart and don’t know how to say it.

“This is nice,” Aziraphale says eventually, sometime after Crowley’s hand has been replaced with a whole arm around his middle, and their chests are pressed together, and Aziraphale’s thumb has taken to tracing patterns on the side of Crowley’s neck. It’s not often they do this—the contact. It’s hard to justify when it could spell disaster for either of them. The wrong pair of eyes, the wrong ear, and that’s it, it would all be over. It’s easier to pretend they’re somebody else, two people for whom things are not so terribly complicated.

“It’s always nice to meet a fellow lover of the arts,” Crowley says, as if to remind him.

Aziraphale tries to smile, and he’s sure it doesn’t work, because suddenly a wave of sadness has crashed into his chest. “Quite.”

Crowley sees it on his face, because his lips pull down, and his arm gets a little stiffer as they sway. The song ends not long after, and another one fails to start. It’s the end of Kim’s shift. They’ll be closing up soon.

“Well,” Aziraphale says, throat bobbing. They stop, caught in each other’s arms. “I think I should be going soon.”

Crowley nods, and Aziraphale is glad he can’t see the disappointment behind the glasses. Aziraphale’s arms start to slip away.

“Perhaps we’ll see each other again sometime,” Crowley says, and before Aziraphale can say anything back, he leans forward to press his lips to Aziraphale’s cheek. The kiss lingers, warm and wanting, and Aziraphale’s eyes are closed by the time he pulls away. They don’t open as the warm body pulls back from his, and the sound of his shoes lead to the ring of the door.

He takes a breath and lets it out slow. His eyes don’t open until the hand falls on his elbow. It’s only Kim, the little figure of her at his side.

“He was cute,” she says, head tilting. “Did you get his number?”

He swallows, and his eyes linger on the door for a long while. “I think he’ll find me.”

 4. kiss on the stomach

It’s 2019 and the world didn’t end, and his lips are hot on Crowley’s neck, and Crowley is taking quick little breaths beneath him, his fingers digging into Aziraphale’s shoulder blades. He wants to say careful dear, careful, because if Crowley keeps pressing like that, clawing and grasping, Aziraphale won’t be able to keep his wings in. Not that he has to. Not here, tucked safely away in bed, here, with Crowley, where they should’ve been all along. He doesn’t say that, though. His mouth is busy traveling downwards, down to the dip between his neck and his shoulder, down to nip at his collarbone. Crowley gasps and sighs, one of his hands finding Aziraphale’s hair.

I’m sorry I took so long, Aziraphale wants to say, and doesn’t. I’m sorry I waited. I’m sorry I was scared. I’m sorry I didn’t let us have this, what we could have had for so long. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

He wants to be here, he wants to be present, but the feelings are building in his chest, a six-thousand-year ache of shame and guilt and worry. He wants to spread his wings out, just so there’s more of him, more surface to spread the feeling around. He closes his eyes and kisses down Crowley’s chest, nails scratching at the demon’s ribs. Crowley tugs, and his eyes open. He stops.

Crowley, once he notices, stills below him. His yellow eyes find Aziraphale’s face, and he stiffens.

“What’s this?” Aziraphale asks, moving his hand to trail along it. His touch is gentle, and Crowley’s skin jumps in a shiver.

Crowley swallows. “It’s nothing.”

It’s not nothing, Aziraphale wants to say. It’s a scar. A burn mark, in the shape of a feather. That’s not nothing. His thumb licks the edge of it. Crowley shivers again.

“Is this from …” Aziraphale doesn’t know why he’s on the edge of tears. It’s just that this is something they don’t talk about. Crowley will joke sometimes, sure, or make comments. But they don’t talk about it. Aziraphale always knew that was off-limits.

Crowley’s hand finds his, and he tries to steer him away, but Aziraphale holds fast. He may be the Southern pansy, but he’s strong, in more ways than one. If he doesn’t want to be moved, he won’t be moved, and Crowley knows that.

He’s also weak, and that’s okay too.

He blinks his eyes shut, and the few little tears that escape fall on Crowley’s stomach. Crowley’s fingers come up to brush the wetness off his cheeks, muttering a little, “Don’t. Please don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Aziraphale says. “I’m sorry, I—”

He buries his face in Crowley’s stomach, his eyebrows furrowing and face pinching as he tries not to cry. It’s a losing battle, because he is, and he isn’t sure he can stop it. It’s just that everything is building up, all six-thousand years of it, the pining and the want and the longing, and the anguish that came along with it. It’s all come to the forefront, right here, right now, and then there’s this. The fall. It’s a little too much.

“I’ve—” Crowley clears his throat. “I’ve tried to magic it away, but … Yeah.”

Aziraphale takes a deep breath, two, then three. His thumbs rub little circles on Crowley’s sides. Crowley twitches as Aziraphale shudders out a breath. Forehead rests against ribs.

“I’m sorry,” he says, gathering himself. He isn’t sure if he’s apologizing for the tears or the scar itself. He pulls back, gazing at it again. It’s long, stretching from just under his ribs to the line of his waist, a perfectly etched silhouette.

“Can …” Aziraphale cuts himself off. He doesn’t even know what he was going to ask. He swallows, blinking a few times, and then leans down. His lips against the scar burn.

Crowley inhales, loud and sharp, and Aziraphale doesn’t pull his lips away. They’re tingling and itching, hot and cold at the same time, but he’s strong, and he holds steady.

Crowley’s hand curls against his neck, and finally, finally, he pulls away. On the edge of a barb, half on the scar and half not, lies the mark of the kiss. It’s fresh and red but growing dimmer already. Slowly, it fades until it’s only a shadow. But it’s there. And there it’ll stay.

 5. kiss on the thigh

It’s 2031 and they haven’t left the hospital for three days. It’s been a long time since Crowley was in a hospital, since he was in one for a birth, and though the circumstances are much different, he’s nervous. He’s been pacing up and down the room for the last hour, three cups of coffee gone just today, snapping at every nurse who happens to come their way.

“Labor doesn’t last this long!” he snaps, and the nurse gives him a sheepish expression. “Can’t you- I don’t know- give her something? Is she in pain? Has she slept?”

“I don’t—” The nurse swallows. “-have any more information at this—”

“Then what good are you?” Crowley hisses, and continues to pace.

Aziraphale yawns as he watches him. He’s gotten quite used to sleep, in the years after the apocalypse-that-wasn’t, and sitting in this chair for the last three days, under the fluorescent lights and beep of distant machines, hasn’t done wonders for his brain. He’s foggy and tired, and, he’ll admit, a little cranky. Well. Maybe more than a little. He and Anathema have already gotten into a screaming match, were kicked out by the nurses, and had a tearful make-up in the parking lot. She’s currently asleep against his shoulder, so he knows all is forgiven.

“Crowley,” he grumbles, cheek propped on his fist. “If you keep pacing like that I’m going to make you wait in the car. You’re making me dizzy.”

Crowley stops, and Aziraphale is sure a little steam actually comes out his ears.

“Sorry, your highness,” Crowley gripes, hands waving. “I’ll just plunk down into a chair and not move for the next three days, how’s that? I’ll just sit there and stew until me and the whole building catch on fire, would that be better for you?”

“Anathema,” Aziraphale mumbles, his tired eyes falling shut. He knows she’s awake by how she stirs at her name. “Crowley is being mean to me.”

She hums, and Aziraphale cracks open an eye. She stars patting around for her pocket with hers still closed. The fabric of her skirt gives way to her, and the knife is out and open before either of them can blink. “Crowley,” she says, waving the knife in a sleepy motion, “if you’re mean, I’ll …” The knife drops a bit. “Mmmph.”

Aziraphale pats her arm. “Very intimidating, thank you, dear.”

She nods, yawning as she slips the knife away. “I’m gonna find food, I think.”

“Get me something sweet.”

She nods again, back cracking as she stands. She shoves half-heartedly at Crowley as she passes him, and he spreads his arms and scoffs.

“I want a coffee,” he calls after her.

“No,” she shoots back, and then is through the door.

Crowley grumbles, slouching over towards Aziraphale. Aziraphale pats his leg, and Crowley flops to the floor and rests his head on Aziraphale’s knee.

“Tired,” Crowley mumbles.

“Me too.”

“I want her to be okay.”

“Me too.”

“The baby, too.”

Aziraphale sighs, stroking Crowley’s hair. He’s growing it out again, but after three days here it just looks disheveled and messy. “I know, dear.”

Crowley turns to bury his face against Aziraphale’s leg, groaning. “Can’t you … do something?” he asks, voice muffled against Aziraphale’s skin. Aziraphale usually isn’t one for shorts, but it’s the middle of summer, and they’ve been hitting records for the past week. Plus, Crowley finally convinced him to get a new wardrobe.

Aziraphale swallows, twisting Crowley’s red locks between his fingers. “It’s been a long time,” he admits. “I don’t want to mess anything up. And with the baby’s parentage …”

“Yeah,” Crowley says, tired. “Yeah.”

They sit for a while, Aziraphale running his fingers through Crowley’s hair, growing sleepier by the second. He’s almost out when the door opens, both of them turning to look. They’re expecting Anathema. It’s not. Aziraphale’s heart clenches.

Adam looks exhausted. There are bags under his eyes, a shadow of a beard on his face, and his hair is as messy as Crowley’s. But he’s smiling. Praise where praise is due, he’s smiling.

“They’re both okay,” he says, and he looks like he might cry. “They’re fine, they’re healthy, everything’s fine.”

“No hooves?” Aziraphale says, because he lost his filter about two days into this stay.

Adam laughs. “Ten perfect little toes.”

“We’ll be right in,” Crowley says, and he sounds choked. Adam nods and exits through the door.

Crowley sighs, long and slow, and reaches up to his eyes for a moment. Now that the worry is gone, Aziraphale feels it was the only thing keeping them awake.

“Come on, angel,” Crowley mumbles. “Let’s meet the newest little antichrist.”

“Don’t even joke,” Aziraphale laughs, and his eyes are closed. “Maybe just a quick lie-down first.”

“Mm. Mm-mm, come on.” Crowley groans as he stands. “Where are your shoes?”

Aziraphale hums, his head growing heavier. “Don’t know.”

He can hear Crowley shuffling around the room, checking under chairs and tables. He finds them and gives a little “ah”, and crosses back.

Aziraphale feels the tap on his foot.

“Lift,” Crowley says, and so he does.

Crowley tugs the laces tight, but not too tight, and ties them off in a neat little bow. He continues with the other foot, but doesn’t stand when he’s finished. Aziraphale peeks open an eye.

Crowley is kneeling in front of him, staring up with a look of sleepy adoration. “Sorry I snapped,” he says.

“S’okay.” Aziraphale’s eyes blink slow. “Sorry Anathema pulled a knife on you.”

Crowley chuckles. “It happens.” His hand rises to fall on Aziraphale’s knee, thumb rubbing slow. “Love you,” he mumbles, and Aziraphale’s chest warms.

“You too,” Aziraphale says.

Crowley smiles and leans forward, pushing a kiss against the nearest available spot. The skin by Aziraphale’s knee, just below the line of his shorts. His skin tingles.

“Ready to meet our god-grandchild?” Crowley asks when he pulls back.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Crowley takes his hand, and together they stand. “It’s okay to be nervous,” he says, and Aziraphale laughs.

“I’m not worried about me.”

And together, they cross through the door.

 +1. kiss on the lips

It’s 2117, and tomorrow they’re replacing the benches in St. James Park. Admittedly, the wood is getting old, and the bench is getting weak, and it’s quite faded. Still, Aziraphale will miss it. They’ve been sitting on this bench for a long time, and it’s put him in a rather contemplative mood.

“Do you ever think,” Aziraphale starts, “about getting old?”

Crowley turns to look at him, his braided hair shifting on his shoulder. Aziraphale likes that he can see his eyes, now. He stopped wearing the glasses a while ago. With all the new body modifications going around, most people don’t question it. “Just in general, you mean?”

Aziraphale sighs, looking back out at the pond. The ducks flutter and quack, and it’s a comfort. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed after all this time, they still love to come and watch the ducks.

“I mean us.”

Crowley hums, and his thumb strokes over Aziraphale’s knuckles. He turns to look as well. “Yes. Sometimes.”

“Do you ever wish we could? Grow old, I mean.”

Crowley takes a contemplative sigh, adjusting his slouch. “I mean, we could change these forms, if we wanted to. Nothing much would change, but we could.”

Aziraphale squeezes his hand and pulls them to rest on his lap. “I’ve gotten quite used to looking like this,” he says. “But, I don’t know. A change might be nice.”

Crowley turns and smiles at him, and he leans forward. Aziraphale meets him halfway. Their lips meet in the slowest and softest kiss. They’re not in a hurry, they haven’t been for a long time, and it’s enough just to feel each other’s heat and breath and presence. They let the kiss linger, and the change is slow. Slow and fast all at once. Aziraphale’s hair starts to thin, mostly at the front, and his cheeks sag a bit, and there are deep laugh-lines on the corners of his mouth. He can feel the change in Crowley, too, can feel the magical energy against his mouth and in the connected palms of their hands. He breathes in the scent of him, smiles against his mouth, and pulls back. He pushes another kiss against his lips for good measure, short and quick, just because he wants to.

There are new lines around Crowley’s eyes, now. His nose is less sharp. His hair is streaking grey, starting at his temples and twisting down into his braid. His hand comes up to cover Aziraphale’s, and both of them are veined and wrinkled.

“Is this what you wanted?” Crowley asks.

Aziraphale blinks back tears. “Yes,” he breathes. “Yes, it is.”

They sit on their bench and watch the ducks. To an outsider, they look like an old couple, quiet and content. They wouldn’t see quite how old, all the years they have between them, more years shared than the world has existed. But that’s okay. They wouldn’t see quite how content, either, not from the outside. But they are. It took six-thousand years, a lot of strife, a lot of fights, an almost-apocalypse, but they are. They’re together, and that’s how it’ll stay, and that’s more than enough in the end.

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unfortunately I don’t have any art of her or any of the other characters yet because good super designs are difficult to nail down, but I’m working on it!

Anyway Magnate is amazing and a bit of an ass and I like her so much <3 She’s a big time supervillain that uses the high tech gadgets she creates for your standard robberies heists kidnapping the mayor the usual. Her parents were shitty white collar criminals that on top of being totally uninvolved in their daughter’s life embezzled from their numerous charity organizations, leading her to be suspicious of anyone that calls themselves a hero + giving her a whopping case of trust issues and a loose grasp on ethics, cuz hey, morality may be a ruse but the power and prestige sure aren’t. She's worked hard and climbed the ladder and made a name for herself as a kickass supervillain, and she plays cool and dramatic but underneath all the bravado she’s just an endearingly awkward nerd who wants a friend, which is where the next character comes in~

So for plot reasons Magnate joins up with another even more infamous supervillain to get a spot as his right hand woman in his plan for world domination, and she’s fine and everything’s business as usual until she’s told that she has to work with another person he’s recruited for her part of the plan to do biochemistry stuff synthesizing the compounds they need while she engineers the tech components, and so enters best boy Dr. Bodhi Bright who crashes into her carefully curated life and ruins everything in the nicest way :)

listen, I LOVE this guy he’s weird he’s a weirdo, just a chill funky lil dude with the most incomprehensible moral compass on Earth. Because of their job he and Magnate have to spend a lot of time together forcing Magnate to actually socialize for once beyond hurling quips at her nemesis, and right of the bat Bodhi completely throws her off her game vis a vis her supervillain image with just his whole deal. He’s this sweet polite guy who’ll talk about a death ray in the same casual tone as the minutiae of city parking, he’s new to the villainy thing and he just thinks Magnate is cool. Bodhi thinks he’s just good at reading people but he actually has minor latent empathic abilities which let him pick up on Magnate’s bravado and so he’s just...not intimidated by her at all. He completely circumvents the whole ‘big evil supervillain’ thing and just talks to her like they’re normal coworkers. And it’s not like they can just find somebody else to replace him so Magnate’s forced to respond and build an actual relationship and rapport with someone for the first time in ever. So they get closer and become actual friends, Bodhi starts calling her ‘Meg’ because Magnate kind of sounds like Margaret, and she lets him. Meg shows him the ropes of villainy, and just sort of learns to be a person again through working & developing this friendship with him, remembering what it’s like to be genuinely happy and excited about her everyday life and care about more than just her job, to open herself up to care about other people at all, and this is a romantic comedy so of course as the story progresses they fall in love and just—GAH I love their relationship so much they're so good for each other I could talk about them forever and I’m literally writing a book about it so like yeah they’re great. my darlings <3.

Here I’ve got some memes to give a better impression of their dynamic

I've only really got one other important character left to talk about aside from Meg & Bodhi's boss (he's literally the worst & the major antagonist for the book that's all that needs going into for now otherwise this thing is just going to reach unwieldingly more rambly and specific heights) and she's the secondary antagonist, superhero extraordinaire and Meg's nemesis AmaZing (get it? like amazing? except it sounds like amazon? cuz she's a lady superhero—) in a shocking turn of events this woman is the best person out of any of the people here and also the most well adjusted, she is also a very interesting character to me and I could probably pull a whole other book out of her character if I wanted to. AmaZing’s real name is Zoe Amison, before she was a hero she was a professional ballerina with a kickboxing hobby that she used to keep in shape, her first night out I think she was just straight up dressed in her costume for Firebird or something. She has superhuman strength and agility, her powers manifest with these bursts of golden sparks and arcs of electricity which she can direct as a close range weapon, basically she’s very good at the big punchy aesthetics. She’s known as one of the best superheroes in terms of like who they are as people, she tries to help rehabilitate the supervillains she fights, including Magnate, even though most of them have none of it, any money she gets from her hero work she donates back to the community so she can contribute more than just punching muggers, and she does a lot of activism and charity events on the side. She makes most of the money she needs to eat and whatnot in the cornerstore she inherited that her family’s owned for generations, and she lives in the apartment above the store with her girlfriend because YES she’s a lesbian YES her girlfriend is trans YES they are disgustingly in love and YES they own a cat named Petal together. (Her girlfriend’s name is Callie (short for Calliope) she’s a nurse and patches Zoe up when she gets hurt on the job)

And there is so much more I could say about this thing but that’s about all I can muster right now in terms of like a basic overview of these characters. Thank you so much for this ask dude this was so fun to do!!

[p4nkow]

You take my breath away - Part I

As soon as this idea popped in my mind I couldn’t resist not to write it down. The title of course is inspired by a Queen song — which I suggest you listen if you still haven’t done it — but I need to clear some things out. 

While reading this fic you need to pretend that Dominique was given much more space on the storyline, just like to the other love interests of the boys. Of course it is just fiction, even though I tried to make it as realistic as possible. The dates are pretty accurate, too, but I know it might seem a bit confusing so if you have any questions or if you’d like to let me know what you think of it just know that my DMs and Inbox are always open :) 

This is a slowburn fic and I believe it’s really important to chronologically follow all the events of their story before diving into the present day drama. ;)

Summary: reader has always dreamt of being an actress and she gets the chance of a lifetime when she’s cast as Dominique Beyrand in the infamous biopic about the legend himself, Freddie Mercury. But what will happen when she gets to know better the man who plays his love interest in the movie, Roger Taylor? Will Ben and Y/N’s story be as lucky as the one of characters they portray or will they be starcrossed lovers? Because it happens that things might get complicated because of Ellie, Ben’s long-term girlfriend.

New York City - present day 

“Y/N, over here!”

“Is it true? Is there going to be a Bohemian Rhapsody sequel?”

“Y/N! Hey, Y/N! Just a few questions!”

“Are you and Ben Hardy dating?”

All those flashing lights blinded you for a couple of seconds, forcing you to blink a frenetically. Your manager, a redhead named Callie, grabbed you firmly by your arm, leading you towards the entrance of the TV-studio. The fans were screaming your name and you couldn’t help but wave at them, causing them to cheer even louder. You hated the fact that they were forced to remain behind the fascinators, but it was for your own security. You apologetically smiled at them before following Callie inside the building. You let out a sigh as soon as the doors closed behind you, finally being able to breathe again and relax.

“You okay?” Callie gave you a quick look from above her shoulder but you noticed she was worried, so you nodded to reassure her.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” From where you were standing you could still hear the fans screaming your name and you turned towards the door to give a better look at the crowd. You’d never get used to it.

“The boys are already here. Look, over there.” Callie tapped on your shoulder and you turned around, looking at the spot she was pointing at. Her red hair caught the attention of those presents but she didn’t seem to care. “I’ll go take a look at the schedule. Please don’t disappear.”

As you watched her walking away you decided to join the boys, but not without taking a deep breath first. Joining the boys would’ve meant to meet Ben again, a concern which had kept you awake all night.

When you got the role of a lifetime in one of the most eagerly awaited movie of the year, you didn’t count the fact that you’d constantly be on the spotlight.

When you were young you dreamt of being an actress. Needless to say you annoyed your mother to death by performing movie dialogues and God knows how many soliloquies she was forced to hear.

You considered yourself lucky for succeeding in achieve your dream — your annoying monologues had led you to something greater. The day your manager called you to announce you’d been cast in a Hollywood movie you cried your eyes out. And the proud look in your mother’s eyes — oh man, you’d remember it ‘till the day you died.

The infamous movie which had been your springboard to Hollywood was a biopic about Freddie Mercury called Bohemian Rhapsody. Of course you knew who Freddie Mercury was: you’d grown up blasting Bohemian Rhapsody in your bedroom, annoying the neighbours by doing so — who didn’t miss the chance to complain about it with your mom almost every day.

The idea of being cast as Dominique Beyrand, Roger Taylor’s first wife, made you feel ecstatic at first.

But then you realised the greatness of the situation and you freaked out.

What if you screwed it up?

What if you didn’t get along with your cast mates?

What if Dominique wouldn’t like your portrayal of her?

The idea of playing a living person terrified you, but all your fears slowly disappeared during the first week of filming.

You had the chance to meet your cast mates during the first table read, where you recognised some familiar faces. Even if that had been two years ago, you remembered that day as if it was yesterday.

London - September 7th, 2017

The room was filled with strangers, who were all chatting to each other. The table read was a perfect occasion to know better those who were going to be your cast mates and you were more than happy to recognise some of them.

You were thrilled by the fact that Rami Malek was going to play the legend himself, Freddie Mercury. You’d seen some of his works and you were a huge fan of Mr. Robot, the TV show in which he played the main character. You couldn’t wait to see him in action and for sure you just couldn’t ignore all the looks he was throwing to a blondie standing close to the window, chatting with another girl who you didn’t recognise. You could swear you’d seen the blondie somewhere but you really couldn’t recall.

You also recognised the man who played the Sgt Charlie Nelson in Midsomer Murders, Gwilym Lee. And it was a challenge for you not to fangirl over him — you and your mother were crazy about that show. You never missed an episode.

Among the other unknown face you spotted the guy who played one of the main characters in Downtown Abbey: Allen-something.

He was sitting right next to a man who had a familiar face to you, but given all the anxiety and enthusiasm of the moment you couldn’t really recognise him. His shirt read: “Dinosaurs are dino-mite!” And you couldn’t help but chuckle, but you couldn’t understand why he was wearing a hat.

As you gave a quick look at the rest of those presents your eye was been caught by a blonde, handsome guy. He was chatting with the dino-guy, who you later found out was going to play the bassist, John Deacon, but God, even his left side made you feel things.

You weren’t sure you’d seen any of his works but you were definitely willing to know him better, given that according to the sign placed right in front of him, he was the one who was going to play Roger Taylor, your love interest in the movie.

You were more than aware that to know better those people you had to actually have a conversation with them, but you were too nervous to do that so you were just leaning against the wall, casually sipping your cappuccino while giving a better look to the script. You were involved in reading your lines when you noticed someone approaching you.

The blonde Adonis slash the fake Roger Taylor was standing right in front of you, holding a bottle of water in one hand. Being this close to him gave you the chance to give him a better look. His features were delicate but his body... oh, his body. He was hot, a perfect representation of the greek god Apollo. You didn’t get the exact color of his eyes at first, it was a shade of green so clear that you found difficult just to look away.

“You must be Y/N.” His voice was deep and hoarse, very much different from what you expected and for sure very much different from Roger’s, too.

You shook his hand with a smile, managing to hold both the cup and the script with one hand only. His touch was nice and gentle and not sweaty and unpleasant at all. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“I’m Ben.”

Ben. Short and concise. He definitely had a ‘Ben’ kind of face.

“So, it seems that we’re gonna be a couple.” Probably it hadn’t been the best way to break the ice but he smiled anyways. He stuck his tongue out while doing it and you thought it was the hottest thing ever.

“It looks like that, yeah.” He lowered his gaze to the script before looking back at you. “Could I have seen you somewhere before? Your face looks familiar.”

“Unlikely. Uhm— that’s my first movie ever, actually. I’ve been doing theatre most of my life.” And you cleared your throat, trying to relax in his company. He wasn’t intimidating or anything, you just had to know him better. You had the feeling that you’d spend an incredible amount of time with him on set.

“Theatre?” He asked in an amazed tone. “Wait, is there any chance you were involved in the adaptation of Les Misérables?”

Was there any chance for him to be interested in theatre? You didn’t know anything about him so never say never. “If you’re talking about the one of the South London theatre then yes, I played Éponine.”

As his smile grew wider his green eyes seemed to light up. Aaand there it was again, that goddamn tongue. “That’s where I remember you from.”

His excitement was captivating and because of that you couldn’t help but smile back at him. “I don’t remember you in the company, though.”

“Oh no, no”, He hurried to say. “I haven’t done theatre since ages, but my girlfriend played the role of Cos... Cosette? Is that right?”

His girlfriend.

Of course he had a girlfriend, you shouldn’t even be surprised. You tried not to seem too caught off guard by hearing his words and you took a sip of your drink to temporise. “I vaguely remember her, yeah. Y’know, we didn’t have any scenes together”, You lied. You remembered her perfectly, to be honest. And she was very talented. And very lucky too, now that you knew she was dating Ben.

He nodded in understanding and you both turned towards the door as soon as you heard the voice of the director, who was calling the attention of those present. He genuinely smiled at you before going back to his seat.

You took yours too, which happened to be between the blondie — who grinned at you and introduced herself as Lucy Boynton — and Gwilym Lee. Ben’s seat was right in front of yours and you gave him a thankful smile when he grinned at you in sign of support.

You remember that the exact same day Dr. Brian May himself posted a picture on Instagram of the full cast taken right after the ending of the table read. You were standing between Priya, the girl who played Kashmira Bulsara — Freddie’s sister — and Gwilym, whose arm surrounded your shoulders. You were all smiling at the camera and it was one of your favorite memories. 

The caption read: “We’re making a movie !! It’s finally official. These great guys are already living and breathing their roles as us in our youthful prime. The Bo Rhap ship is now sailing under her own steam. Bon Voyage to all who sail in her ! So proud to see this fabulous team go forward. Honoured! Bri.” It was a very special picture and now, almost two years later, you had it framed.

After the table read it took the crew only two days to list the shooting schedule but you started filming only two weeks later, when the director had finally taken all the shots needed to recreate the infamous Live Aid.

And that’s how you met Ben Hardy.

London - September 27th, 2017

It was the fourth time Rachael politely asked you to stay still but doing it while having a conversation with Joe — also known as Dino-boy — was a difficult challenge. Maybe pissing off the hair stylist during your very first week on set wasn’t the best was to start that journey.

You heard a loud ‘chop’ as another strand of your hair fell on the ground. Moreover, that day you finally understood why Joe was wearing a hat during the table read: he had a bloody perm, which made him look like a mushroom. A very big one.

“So what is it about?” He was really interested in understanding the dynamics of ‘Love Island’ and you couldn’t believe he’d never watched a single episode of it.

“I already told you, Joe!” Rachael gave you a death stare through the mirror when you turned towards him, clearly amused by his words. You murmured an apology to her before focusing back on Joe. “A group of people—”

“Singles?” You were about to nod at his question but you knew that would’ve pissed Rachael off, so you replied “Yeah. They live in this beautiful villa in Mallorca, constantly under video surveillance.”

You heard another ‘chop’ and then one more. You tried not to think about your hair, focusing on Rachael’s gentle hands stroking what was left of it. Joe took a sip of his Coca-Cola, his eyes narrowed as he was thinking. “Basically it’s another version of the Big Brother.”

He was really involved in your explanation and you could see it by the look on his face. His brows were narrowed as he tried to understand, but you couldn’t take him seriously with that perm of his. “Nope, ‘cause they’re coupled up with someone and at the end the only couple left wins lots of money. I can’t believe you never heard of it!”

And the following hour was spent explaining the dynamics of the show to Joe under the amused but focused look of Rachael. When she was finally done with your hair you slipped your fingers through it. It was way much shorter than before but Dominique had it like that back in those days. You could’ve definitely grown used to it.

“You’re lucky, y’know?” Joe looked at you with the corner of his eye while you were heading to the set. You raised your gaze from the script just to give him a questioning look. “Huh?”

It was weird seeing him in the typical 80s clothes but that was exactly what you were wearing, too. The delicate fabric of your dress caressed your legs as you walked on the grass. “At least Dominique didn’t have a perm.”

His exasperated look made you chuckle while he threw his arms in the air. You moved a strand of hair off your face as he opened the door of the building for you. “Oh, c’mon. Don’t be such a drama queen. You’ll cut it sooner or later.”

As soon as you stepped in heard loud noises of hammering and shouted commands — they were still building the set, which happened to be the Taylor’s house. 

“Oh, yeah. But I’m afraid to know what’ll come next.”

“Nothing can be worse than that perm.” You giggled at the sight of his funny face and in that moment you spotted Ben in one of the corners, accompanied by a blonde. “I had forgotten Ellie was coming to set today.”

Joe gave you a questioning look before keep checking the shooting schedule. You nodded towards the pair, who was standing not so far away from you, and Joe followed your indication. “Ben’s girlfriend”, You clarified.

You lowered your gaze to the script you were holding, giving a last look to your lines as Joe asked you “D’ya know her?”

“Barely”, You lied, but luckily Joe didn’t know that. The two of you approached them and you genuinely smiled.

“Hey man” Joe said in a cheerful tone and Ben gave him the biggest smile while Ellie, who was giving her back to you, turned around.

“Hey buddy, Y/N. That’s Ellie.” He placed a hand on her back as she extended her hand towards Joe first, murmuring “Nice to meet you”, and then at you. Her face lit up when she finally recognised you. “Y/N, what a surprise!”

You shook her hand and smiled at her but then your gaze fell on Ben. He was wearing a wig, a very short one, but it looked good on him. The shirt he was wearing was a blue one with a tartan pattern, matched with a pair of very tight blue jeans and Adidas shoes. The perfect 80s style.

“Ellie, hey. It’s nice to see you again.” She wrinkled her nose as she smiled at you and Ben seemed really happy about the two of you meeting again. When you met his green eyes his smile widened and you felt his gaze studying your face.

“Your hair’s shorter.” You were flattered by the fact he noticed the change and you shyly smiled at him, voluntarily ignoring Ellie’s look.

You murmured a soft “Yeah” but Joe came in rescue, surrounding your shoulders with his arm and playfully squeezing your arm. “She wants to catch the essence of Dominique.”

“I can’t wait to see you in action”, Ellie said and you thanked her with a smile.

The truth was, you were nervous as hell. You were about to shoot your first scene ever and you were terrified you’d screw it up.

Ben, Ellie and Joe started a conversation about the building of the set when your phone rang, announcing a new message. It was from your best friend Laura, so you immediately unlocked the phone to read it.

‘Today is the day! Kick their asses, girl. Break a leg and please, not Ellie’s. Luv ya :) X’

You genuinely smiled at her words and you shook your head, amused by her insinuations. She knew all the story behind Ben and Ellie and to be honest you barely knew him, so there was nothing to be jealous of. So Ellie’s legs were just fine.

You put away your phone and tried to follow their conversation when the director called you and Ben to reach him. It was showtime.

Ben placed a kiss on Ellie’s lips before reaching you and starting to walk by your side. “I love this new hairstyle, it looks good on you.” You were caught off guard and you didn’t even had the chance to thank him because you were now in front of the director. You noticed, however, that he seemed pleased by the effect his words had on you.

“Okay, guys. I know this is your first scene together and you still need to get along, but try your best. I wanna feel all the frustration and despair of the situation. Y/N, if needed, don’t hesitate to improv. Give me goosebumps, ‘right?” And when you nodded in agreement you turned towards Ben, just to find out that he was already staring at you.

“If you’re gonna improv please don’t punch me.” His playful tone made you giggle as you both placed in your predefined spots. You were just a few inches away from him and by the way the was tapping his hand on his thigh you knew he was nervous, too. Despite that he didn’t miss the chance to reassure you. “You’ve got this.”

Ellie was standing right next to the director’s chair, her eyes fixed on Ben as the crew got ready to shoot the scene. Joe was standing on her side and he showed his thumbs up in sign of support.

You cleared your throat and you raised your chin to meet Ben’s blue eyes. The director was shouting commands through his megaphone and you narrowed your brows in a hurt expression just before he shouted “Action!”

And with the most dramatic tone you knew, you exclaimed “Roger, how could you?”

London - October 10th, 2017

As far as you could remember, Ellie was always around when it came for you and Ben to shoot scenes together. Not to mention all the embarrassment when you had to shoot a love scene, under Ellie’s observatory gaze.

“You nervous?” Ben must’ve noticed the way you were nervously tapping your feet on the floor. You bit your lower lip and slowly nodded, turning towards him. The wig he was wearing was a bit longer than the previous ones, perfectly nailing Roger’s look in the late 70s. He was wearing a half-unbuttoned black shirt and a grey jacket, which you remembered seeing in some old pictures of those days. You wondered if it was the original one, courtesy of Roger himself, or if it was an exact reproduction of it.

The dress you were wearing, on the other hand, came directly from Dominique’s wardrobe. It was a nice sensation feeling the silk against your skin.

“A bit”, You replied. There was no point in lying. It was your very first love scene for the cameras and having not only Ellie but also Roger and Dominique to witness it made you incredibly nervous. The warmth of Ben’s green eyes hit you like a running train when you met his gaze.

“Don’t mind them.” His words were nothing but a whisper now that he had come closer to you. “Pretend it’s just you and me.”

“It doesn’t help at all.” You grinned at him and immediately relaxed when he placed his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing them.

“Guys?” The two of you turned towards Roger who, with the phone in hand, was standing right next to Dominique. You couldn’t even imagine how they’d be feeling at the moment, given that they were seeing someone portray a younger version of themselves. We were their alter-ego’s.

“Yeah?” Ben let go of your shoulders and you both turned towards them. Dominique’s friendly smile helped you not to overthink about the scene you were about to film, so you tried to avoid Ellie’s burning gaze and focus on her only.

“D’ya mind smiling at the camera?” Dominique asked pointing at Roger, who was smiling behind his phone.

“‘f course”, You replied with a smile and you moved closer to Ben. You remembered seeing a picture of a young Roger and Dominique wearing those exact same clothes hung in the costume fitting trailer, so shortly before Roger took the pic, you pretended to put a finger on Ben’s nose who, immediately understanding your intentions, parted his lips in a surprised look. Dominique bursted into laughter and you could be wrong but you noticed her eyes becoming glossy.

Not long after it was time to start filming and by taking a deep breath you reached your spot. Ben was standing not so far away from you and you noticed him grinning at Ellie before turning towards you. His smile grew wider and you tried to focus only on him when the director started to shout orders.

“Just relax”, He mouthed and Fletcher finally said “Action!”

It was like you were leaving your skin just to empathise with Dominique — and to be honest, that was the best part of being an actress.

You threw your arms in the air in sign of frustration as you thought about your next line. “I can’t believe I had to know it from John!”

Ben — or rather, Roger — took a step towards you, his green eyes so different from Roger’s yet so mesmerising were fixed on yours. “I was gonna tell you, love. I was just waiting for the right moment.”

You could feel Ellie’s gaze on you as you took a step towards him, your eyes narrowing in — fake — anger. “The right moment? There may not have been the right moment, Roger! For God’s—”

And Ben’s lips crushed on yours. They were incredibly soft and... kissable, of course. His touch made you feel things you didn’t want to feel, firstly because he was dating someone and his girlfriend was right there, watching the two of you kissing, and secondly, you barely knew him. But you’d be a liar if you denied the fact that you were attracted by him.

His hands cupped your cheeks as he started to gently move his lips on yours and you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You heard the director murmuring orders from his chair behind the screen while you kissed Ben back.

“Lift her up”, you heard him say and Ben’s hands moved from your face to your body, gently caressing the curves of your body. You were still kissing him back, almost breathless, when he lifted you up by grabbing the back of your thighs.

You surrounded his hips with your bare legs and he placed a hand on your back to hold you. Your body was so pressed against his that you could easily feel his muscles under the shirt.

“Y/N, the jacket.” You followed Fletcher’s order and you backed away from his lips just the time to slip your hands under his jacket and quickly taking it off. It fell on the ground and Ben avoided it while recoiling towards the bed, just as Fletcher ordered.

His hands gently caressed your bare thighs and his touch gave you goosebumps. You could feel the corns in his hands due to the constant practicing on the drums so that he could properly prepare for the role.

Your hands gently caressed his neck while his hands moved to the zip of your dress, which easily opened before leaning you on the mattress.

“Look at her in the eyes”, Fletcher said, but there was no need because his eyes were already fixed on yours. And you hoped he was a terrific actor, even more than you thought, because if it wasn’t so Ellie wouldn’t have liked the look on his face while he was looking at you.

As you opened further your legs so that he could be comfy between them, his clothed hips pressed against yours. It took you all the strength you had in your body not to blush hard at the feeling of his crotch pressed against your right thigh.

Ben noticed the look in your eyes and he gave you an amused grin when the director shouted through his megaphone “And... cut!”

“Sorry”, He murmured while moving off you, sitting on the mattress right next to you. He offered you a hand which you gratefully accepted and you sat down. Fletcher stood up from his chair and while he walked towards you, you vaguely gestures towards your back and asked Ben “Could you gimme a hand?”

“‘f course.” You turned your back to him and his touch sent shivers down your spine while he lifted the zip of the dress.

“Amazing. Simply amazing.” The director started gesturing as he took off his headphones, his face lit up by a big, excited smile. “There’s no need to do a second shot. It’s perfect. Love your chemistry, by the way.”

If a look could kill, you’d be already dead by the hand of Ellie.

Later that night you were finally taking some rest in your trailer when you heard your phone buzzing. By unlocking it with a groan you found out that Roger had posted a picture on Instagram in which you were tagged. The pic in question was the one he had taken that afternoon on set — you were looking at the camera with the biggest smile while pretending to put a finger on Ben’s nose, but his gaze was on you. He was looking at you with the brightest smile you’d ever seen, his lips parted in a fake shocked reaction.

You genuinely smiled while reading the caption: “The talented @benhardy and @y/n doing me and Dom on the forthcoming Bio-Epic — Bohemian Rhapsody the Movie. Now this is cool!”

You immediately reposted it, not knowing that the web would’ve freaked out for days for that photo.

And the situation has stayed the same for another month or so, in which you’d grown closer to almost every cast member. Lucy was now like a sister to you and she was for sure one of the people who knew you better in the world.

But everything suddenly changed in November.

London - November 3rd, 2017

“Bloody weather”, You heard Lucy murmur as the two of you hurried to get back to your trailers before it started to rain. You went shopping for the upcoming Queen gig you’d been invited to that night and saying you were excited was nowhere near the truth. You were bloody ecstatic.

“Are you coming home for Christmas, auntie?” You looked at Lucy with the corner of your eye as the voice of your little nephew through the phone made your heart sank.

“Hopefully yes, lovie. D’you miss me?” Lucy gave you a nod when you finally got to her trailer and you waved her goodbye before rushing to reach yours before it started to pour.

“Yeah, so much. What’s my Christmas gift?” You let out a laugh as you closed the door behind you, sighing in relief for succeeding in avoiding the rain.

“What’d you like to get, Fra?” Your nephew — Francis — seemed to think about your question and you smiled just at the thought of him. You missed your family more than anything but thankfully you’d be seeing them in a month thanks to the Christmas break.

“Do I really have to choose?” His words made you giggle as you laid on your bed, eyes to the ceiling. “Would you like for it to be a surprise?”

“Yes, auntie.” But you were barely listening to him, given that someone was knocking on the door.

“I’ll call you later, love. I gotta go. Say hi to mommy for me.” After saying him goodbye you hung off the phone, placing it on the desk near the bed as you got up to get the door. The knocking was now louder and more persistent, a change which made you worry,

But you weren’t expecting what you saw after opening it. Ben was standing under the pouring rain, wet from head to toe. “Can I... Can I come in?” His voice was shaky and at first you thought it was because of the rain but as you moved aside to let him in, murmuring a soft “Yeah, ‘f course”, you noticed that he looked devastated.

You closed the door behind him and by doing so you moved closer to him, which allowed you to give a better look at his face.

His features were tensed and his brows had never been so narrowed. Wet strands of hair had fallen on his forehead but despite that you could easily see his green eyes. But their typical light had faded: they were incredibly red, full of sadness, and the look he gave you made you fear the worst.

“What happened?”, You asked in a whisper while placing a hand on his harm, trying to reassure him.

“I...” He rubbed his eyes while taking a deep breath and you raised a hand to drive the blond strands off his face. When his gaze met yours again you felt a sudden knot in your throat. “We’ve broken up, Y/N. Ellie and I just broke up.”

There will be a part 2 so if you wanna be added in the taglist just tell me :)

[khoicesbyk]

The Good Captain

Ch. 4: The Plan pt. 2

A/N: This is my version of book 2 of Distant Shores should be like. Y’know the book 2 that we readers of Distant Shores rightfully deserved! One more thing: in this fanfic, the MC’s last name has been changed to Bennett but; in the game it’s Carter. I decided to change it from Carter to Bennett; because Bennett sounds better to me. Also; her original occupation has been changed as well.

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Characters: Edward Mortemer (LI) and Kyra Bennett (MC) | All Characters: names (except MC) are property of Pixelberry. | Current Word Count: 2,935 words.

With Chapter 4 being so long. I decided to break it down into two parts. Here’s part two! Now if pregnant women having sex makes you squeamish: DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!

After reuniting with Edward and the crew; they were on their way back to Tiburon. After hearing what damage Robert and his crew had done; Kyra had to see it for herself. She knew he was hellbent on retrieving the key fragments; but at no point did she think he’d actually try to kill the crew. But before they could defeat him; they needed to come up with clear plan to do so.

Splayed in front of her, Edward and the crew were pictures of Robert’s crew members.

“Alright everyone! You must listen closely! Because in order to defeat our very common enemy; we have to be able to take out his crew. They are his most powerful weapon. Now; his crew; more specifically the men of his crew are nothing but brutes. They’re easy to beat. It’s the women of the crew that the most dangerous.”, she explained to them. Everyone was riveted to her tale.

“These four act like a witches coven. Each woman wears a necklace with a jewel in it. One is a diamond, one is a ruby, one is an emerald and one is a blue sapphire. Each one of those jewels, possesses GREAT power. Mari wears the emerald. Which gives her the sight to see into the future and the past. Tabitha wears the ruby. It gives her the power to control weather; hence the lightning strike that hit the tavern. Beatrice wears the sapphire. She has the power to control the shadows; which is how they’ve been able to get in, destroy and get out unseen. And then there’s his dear Callie. She wears the diamond. The diamond gives her the power to raise the dead; should she choose to. So; if we want to beat him; we need to get ours hands on those necklaces.”

“Love; it’s good to have you back! We’ll defeat the bastard yet!”, Charlie said as she wrapped Kyra in a hug. “It’s good to be back, Charlie! Now we have a plan in place. I have more research to do but so far; I like where we’re going with this.”, she said as she hugged her back. She was happy to be back with the crew that became her family. After the crew was given orders by their captain; Kyra was left with a very curious Ginny.

“The babe is in there?”, she asked; pointing to Kyra’s belly. “Yes Ginny girl. He’s in my belly.”, she replies to her. “How does it eat?”, she asked. “The baby eats whenever I do.”, she replies to Ginny. Soon Kyra; found herself trying to answer her many rapid fire questions about the baby. She loved that Ginny wanted to learn. After a while Kyra got an idea to make Ginny’s day. “Ginny, can I see your hand? I promise you’ll like it.”, she asked the sweet girl.

When Ginny gave Kyra her little hand; she placed it on her stomach and the baby kicked. Ginny’s little face lit up! “Did you feel it? Did you feel the baby kick?”, Kyra asked her. “Yes I did!”, she squealed. She hugged Kyra tightly; before being called to tend to the cannons by Jonas. That special little one has always warmed her heart.

An after diving back into her research; she was joined by Edward. When she looked up; she winked at him. “How are you doing, my love?”, he asked her. “I’m doing fine. I found out something interesting about the old legend.”, she told him.

“What have you, learned?”, he asked her.

“Look here at this scroll here; it says that in order to use the trident one must be of pure heart. But; Robert and his crew are everything but pure of heart. So, I’m wondering how he’ll use it.”, she told him.

“I’m not sure either; but we will find out The sun will setting soon. We’ll be in Tiburon by morning. In the meantime; you should eat. You look famished. Come! Let’s get you something to eat.”, he told her. As she started to stand up; she nearly lost her balance. Thankfully he was right there to catch her.

“Are you alright love?”, he asks as he helped her regain her balance.

“Yes I’m fine. I just got a little dizzy is all. Apparently pregnancy and pirate ships don’t mix.”, she told him. He had a look of concern on his face; that quickly faded when she smiled at him. “I don’t want you to worry about me, Edward. I need you to be focused and at the ready.”, she told him. “I am love. I am ready to bring my wrath down on our enemies! I am ready to defend by cutlass, cannonade and all other remorseless pieces of metal; if I must. I am ready to protect you, our child and this crew with my life!”, he told her.

She saw the passion and fire in his eyes. He was indeed ready. “I know you are, Edward. That’s what makes you a great captain.”, she told him. “Can you walk, my love?”, he asks her.

“Yes I can walk. I guess I’m more tired than I thought. I’ve been so focused on our little one, wanting to keep you and the crew safe and definitely wanting that bastard to pay for the trouble he’s caused; that it may be starting to effect me a little.”, she admitted to him.

She wasn’t trying to worry him; but she knew that he was. “I trust you and your judgement my love; I just don’t want you to do too much. It’s does no good for you or our son.”, he told her. She leaned into his strong arms around her. He was her safe place.

As the sun began to set; Edward got an idea. “Come with me? We should go watch the sun set.”, he told her. When they walked out on deck; he took her to the railing. It was just like in their vision. Peaceful, calm and all she could’ve ever wanted. It gave her purpose. It gave her drive. This is what she’s fighting for. The future. Her future. One with Edward, their son and the crew.

Once the sun set was over; he turned to her and said, “let’s get you something to eat.”

She grimaced and said, “I don’t think the baby is gonna like it. Then again; I’m not so sure that I’m gonna like it.” Edward just chuckled as they went to join the crew for dinner.

Later that night; it was her and Edward alone in his cabin. “I’m actually impressed. That wasn’t the worst meal that Henry has ever made.”, she said to him.

“Aye. His cooking has slightly improved over the last month; thanks to Miss Dorothea.”, he replies as he sets his sword and gun down on his desk. He then went to study the map of The Seven Lords while she sits on his bed. As she sat there; she realized it was the first time she got to really look at him. And what she saw was a truly strong and gorgeous man. And after a few minutes of studying the map; he noticed her looking.

“You’re staring, love”, he told her over his shoulder. “No. I’m admiring. There’s a difference. Thank you!”, she emphatically replies.

He turns to her with an eyebrow cocked and asks, “dare I ask what it is you’re ‘admiring’? As you put it.” She rolls her eyes at him and says, “I’m admiring you! Duh!”

He just shakes his head with a smirk. “What makes you think I want you to admire me?”, he asks her. “Because; you love that I love to look at you, that’s why. You love that I love to see this side of you. It’s commanding. It’s endearing. It’s focused. And it makes you irresistibly sexy.”, she told him. “Is that another one of your modern words, love?, he asked her. “Yes, yes it is. And I promise it’s a compliment. Think of it as another way for me; to unabashedly call you ruggedly handsome.”, she told him.

“Is it now? Hmmmm…”, he trailed off.

He cocked his head to one side with a devilish grin on his lips. It made her thankful that she was sitting down.

“What is it Edward?”, she asks him; as he helped her to her feet.

“Stand still love. Don’t move.”, he instructed her as he walked behind her.

She swallowed hard as the anticipation got the best of her. She felt his arms come around her and hold her tightly; with her back flush with his chest. Goosebumps rose on her skin and chills ran down her spine; as he whispered to her in low, husky voice, “‘Tis hard to admire something you can’t see, love. So instead of seeing; I want you to close your eyes and do nothing but feel.”

Before she could say another word; he brought her lips to his for an unrestrained and passionate kiss. While kissing on her neck; his hands and fingers roamed her body. He wanted to touch her. Especially her stomach.

He needed to feel her writhe in his arms. But he wanted this to be methodically slow. That’s when he stopped touching her body and kissing her neck. Leaving her aching for more. All she could hear was the sound of his boots on the wood floor. She struggled to keep her eyes closed. She wanted to see him. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to taste him. She could feel his presence around her; but she couldn’t see him.

That’s when she felt one of his fingers; go across her right shoulder. It made her inhale sharply then; bite down harder on her bottom lip. He just circled her; letting his fingers occasionally graze her skin. He was driving her crazy. Just the way he liked it.

“Edward…”, she said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. He never answered.

He took pity on her; by putting a hand on the belly and his lips on her neck. He wanted to devour her. “Your garments are beautiful my love but; they’re in my way.”, he told her as he helped her out of her clothes. “Edward…can I please open my eyes, now? I need to see you.”, she asked; desperate to look at him. With a chuckle; he said to her, “Aye my love. You can open your eyes.”

When she opened her eyes; there he stood in all his bare naked glory. Kyra was floored. He was beautiful! Both in clothes and especially out of them. “Are you still admiring love?”, he asked with an eyebrow raised. “Have I ever mentioned how sexy you are?”, she asked him; finally able to shake herself of her initial shock. “Aye. You have. In many ways in fact.”, he said as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed. He was careful and gentle with her; when he laid her down on his bed. He didn’t want to hurt her. After all; she is carrying his child. Once he laid her down; he sat at the edge of the bed running his left knuckles gently up and down her right thigh.

He was madly in love with her; all of her. Her strength. Her bravery. Her stubbornness. Her beauty. Her body. Her determination. He wanted to be selfish and keep her all to himself. He wanted to ravage her. He wanted to take her. He was hypnotized by her.

But; she’s pregnant with his baby boy. So he decided to go slow. He’s intent on savoring both her and the moment. He leaned down and whispered in her ear and said, “You are simply marvelous; my love. The last time you and I shared a bed; I could not get enough of you. And now, that we share a bed again; I intend on making every minute that I have you count.”

She took a deep breath and with a smirk said to him, “Edward…do your worst!” He cocked an eyebrow and replied, “you dare to challenge your captain?” “Aye! I challenge the father of my child, the man of my every dream, the love of my life, my present and future. I challenge the man who just happens to be my captain.”, she says with a wink. He brought her mouth to his for a kiss so powerful; it made her dizzy. He was obsessed with her. Her taste. Her smell. Her touch. Kissing her was a luxury he was going to take full advantage of.

His placed featherlight kisses down her neck to her chest. It was enough to make her shiver. When he got to where he was in between her breasts; she nearly jumped off the bed.

Being pregnant had made her breasts tender and her nipples sore. And having his mouth and fingers tease, taste and torture them was a new kind of pleasure. “Ohhhhhhhh God! Yes!”, she moaned. “That feels good, yes?”, he asked her. “Yes Edward! More than you will ever know!”, she replied in a shaky voice. He seemed to have marked that; as a note in his mind before he continued on.

From her diaphragm on down; he did nothing but kiss all over. He had seen her naked before but; never like this. Somehow pregnancy had made her even more beautiful to him than before. “Being a mother suits you, my love.”, he whispered to her. “Being a father suits you, my captain”, she replied smiling softly. His gently kissed along her belly; while sliding his hands up to her breasts.

Feeling his fingers graze her aching nipples made her shudder and sent heat running through her. “Are you trying to kill me?!”, she asked while giggling. He never said a word; he just flashed a devilish grin. When he got to the junction between her thighs he stopped; looking at her with a question in his eyes. With an encouraging smile she told him, “go ahead Edward, you can’t hurt the baby. I promise.”

With a nod and a gentle smile; he soon found himself at the end of his bed; between her legs. “I have been dying to taste you on my tongue again.”, he told her; before he focused on kissing her trembling thighs. Hearing her moans were like the song of The Sirens to him.

Kissing and grazing the inside of her thighs with his teeth; was like a very slow torture. His mouth was everywhere but where she wanted him to be. “Edward! I…need…you…”, she moaned. “I do believe you said for me to do my worst, my love.”, he told her before going back to her thighs. She whimpered and writhed underneath him as he continued. This is what he wanted. She was at his mercy.

With a growl he went for it; causing her to cry out. She arched her back and grabbed onto the sheets; as she tried to hang on. He was relentless. Her legs trembled as he continued to taste her. “Yesssssssssss! Yesssssssssss! Yesssssssssss! Edward don’t you dare stop!”, she shrieked.

With her body being sensitive; every time he used his tongue on her aching clit, it sent electric tingles coursing through her. He sent her internal heat and her orgasm rising higher and higher. She eventually gave into the intense pleasure as her orgasm crested and her vision blurred.

As she came down from her high he joined her on the bed. “Tell me what it is you want, my love”, he whispered to her. “I want you Edward! All of you! Take me! Right here! Right now!”, she told him with desperation in her voice. “With pleasure, love!”, he replied.

Wasting no time at all; Edward did EXACTLY what she begged him to do. He took her right then and there. He was intense and hungry for her. She was in heaven. He gave her all that he had to give. “That feels so damn good! Ohhhh! Yesssssssssss! Edward! So good!”, she moaned. “That’s it love. Moan for me! Scream…for…me!”, he growled in her ear. He was doing it. He was pushing her closer to the ledge with every surge. Soon; it all became too much as the pressure and pleasure broke her and her orgasm.

“YESSSSSSSSSSS! OHHHHHHHH GOD! YESSSSSSSSSSS!”, she screamed as she clutched at his back; shredding it with her nails. All it took was three intense pumps inside of her and he was done. “You belong to me, my love and I to you!”, he replied as he came down from his own orgasm.

He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her close to his chest. He spoke softly to her and asked, “are you alright, love?” She nodded her head yes. “Did I hurt you?”, he asked her. She shook her head no. “One last question: were you satisfied, love?”, he asked. “I’ll say.”, she purred. “Good. I’d be a fool to let you be in my bed unsatisfied.”, he whispered to her as he placed a light kiss on her forehead.

He was warmth and comfort to her. He‘s a warrior who doted over her every need. “Edward…there’s something I need to tell you.”, she said to him. “What is it love?”, he asked. As she snuggled against him; she said softly, “I love you.” His arms tightened around her as he replied, “I love you too. Let us rest, my love. We’ll be in Tiburon before dawn.”

With those words; they were both fast asleep.

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[daylilysirius]

Arms Unfolding: Year Three

A/N: part three! this part is a little shorter but i have a feeling part four will more than make up for that. also, thinking about doing some requested pieces/drabbles to get me back into the swing of things so drop me a message if you have any requests for any harry potter or the punisher characters :-)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angsty draco x reader rise !

Word count: 1661

- MASTERLIST IN BIO -

Draco was seeing red.

It was bad enough that you were still being off with him because of his behavior towards Hermione (he had promised you that he would do better but it transpired that his idea of bettering himself was to just make sure you weren’t around when he was being a bigot), and now here you were fawning all over Harry.

So, he rode a bloody Hippogriff, who cares?

He couldn’t explain the ugly feeling of jealously that slowly crept up on him when he watched the two of you laughing together. He didn’t feel this way about any of his other friends when they were around other people, mainly because none of them would fawn over a person Draco didn’t like in plain sight, but he still couldn’t figure out why exactly it bothered him so much.

Maybe it was just because it was Harry? Yeah. That had to be it.

He desperately tried to ignore the other pang of anger that hit when you turned to smile at Dean and sneered at Pansy when she gave him a goading look, seemingly the only one to catch onto his envy.

“Your friend seems to be having fun, eh Draco?” She smirked.

Blaise snorted, the two of them sharing a look like they knew something Draco didn’t.

“Piss off, Parkinson.”

As he turned to walk away he was greeted with the sight of you pulling Harry in for a hug, and the little resolve he had left snapped. He marched right over to Buckbeak, ignoring Hagrid’s warnings, and wound up in the hospital wing once again.

Technically speaking though, his plan hadn’t been a complete failure. Yes, it was embarrassing. Yes, he couldn’t play quidditch for a few weeks. But he finally had your attention. You barely left his side the entire time he was in hospital. You would sit with him all day, bringing food and gossip to try and life his spirits, and if he was really lucky you would play with his hair to soothe him when the pain was particularly bad. The only thing that could part the two of you was when Professor Snape came looking for you with a deep scowl set in his face, insisting that “Mr. Malfoy will still be here when you get back from your lessons.”

Even after he was released from Madam Pompfrey’s care you will still inseparable. Anywhere he was you could be seen not far behind, carrying his books that were particularly heavy or guarding his bandaged arm from overly excited first years as they sprinted down the halls.

“Hey, Draco?” You began one afternoon as you were walking him to his transfiguration class.

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

“Do you fancy going to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? It’s doing you no good being cooped up in the castle all the time.”

His heart started beating wildly in his chest. You had never asked him to go anywhere with you alone before, it had always either been forced upon you or pure coincidence. He tried not to overthink what you might have meant by it and cursed the way his mind went into overdrive in reaction to the question.

“Uh, yeah. That would be cool.” He stammered.

“Great!” you grinned, “It’s a date! I mean, not a date, a- a… oh you know what I mean.”

Draco smiled kindly back at you, “Yeah.”

You came to a halt outside McGonagall’s classroom and gently passed him his books back.

“Cool. See you later, Draco.”

“Yeah. Later.” he continued to watch you as you walked away.

The week had dragged on ridiculously slow in Draco’s opinion, but as soon as the day came he started willing time to come to a halt.

As he sat with you outside Honeydukes, chatting and laughing without a care in the world, he felt at peace for the first time in as long as he could remember. He didn’t think he would ever enjoy someone’s company so much.

“I just don’t understand how we didn’t meet before school. I mean, the Sacred 28 have parties all the time.”

“My parent’s never go to those.” You said before taking a bite of your pumpkin pasty, “they think they’re stupid.”

“Shame. They deprived you of the joy of my company.” He grinned teasingly as you scoffed and shook your head.

“My grandparents probably would’ve married me off to you by now if they had been given that chance.”

Draco’s heart began racing again. How did you manage to get such a rise out of him so easily?

He chuckled, looking away to hid his blushing cheeks, “That wouldn’t have been so bad, would it?”

You shrugged. He reveled in the fact that your face seemed to be heating up as well.

“I don’t trust myself to not throttle you as soon as you start being annoying.”

He snorted, “Fair point.”

You sat in a pleasant silence as you both finished eating. It was beginning to drop dark and Draco knew you would have to go back soon. He felt a little deflated as you began to pack your things up, you both knew you couldn’t act this cozy once you were back at the castle, neither of your social circles would like it.

“Thanks for coming with me.” You smiled warmly at him as you started on the path back to Hogwarts.

“Anytime.”

You slipped slightly on the icy path but Draco was quick to catch hold of you.

“Thanks.” You stuttered, a little flustered from embarrassment. Draco just smiled at you before cautiously peering downwards, before you could question it he linked his hand with yours. You looked at him skeptically as he began walking again.

“Safer this way.” He explained, a shy grin on his face.

You raised your eyebrows, “So if I go down, you’re coming with me.”

“Nah, you know I’ll always catch you.”

Draco’s rage was back and bigger than ever. Even greater than it had been during your Care of Magical Creatures class. It was almost like déjà vu as he watched you and Harry together, but after spending the day in Hogsmeade with you his anger burned tenfold. He should be the one spending time with you, making you laugh, not Potter.

He seethed quietly as he watched the two of you in the corridor. He had been waiting for you to finish talking to him for ten minutes now. What could you two possible have to talk about that would take this long? Or that made you smile in that way? The same way your lips perked up when he would offer to help you with your studies or give you an unexpected compliment.

The fact that he could never hate you for being so friendly with Harry angered him even further. If what he felt towards you wasn’t anger then what was it? Jealousy? Irritation? … or something else?

The fact that you had him so wrapped around your finger wound him up even further and by the time you had walked over to him he was ready to explode. He had never been good at expressing his emotions and the sudden realization that maybe, just maybe, he felt something more for you had thrown him off completely, and you being completely oblivious to it was all the more infuriating.

“Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. Harry needed some books for herbology.” You said.

Draco went rigid at the mention of his name, the final nail in the coffin in his opinion, and in turn your smile dropped.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, as he turned to start walking towards your common room “I’m fine.”

You stayed put for a few seconds, shocked by his sudden coldness. You had seen it before of course, but never directed at you.

“Hey, Draco, what’s wrong?” You snapped back into reality and quickly caught up with him. When he didn’t respond you put a hand on his arm but he flinched away, stunning you once again. He finally took a breath and turned to you, a harshness to his eyes that you didn’t recognise.

“Why do you have to be like this?” He snapped.

“Like what?”

He sighed, looking at you as if you were completely stupid, “Fine, Y/N. If you want to be a blood traitor, then so be it, I won’t stop you.”

You stepped back a few paces, reeling as if you had been physically slapped.

“Excuse me?” You asked in disbelief.

He said nothing.

“Is that what you think of me? That I’m a traitor to what? Your kind?”

Draco shrugged, still not dignifying you with a response.

“Because of the people I’m friends with? Because I don’t discriminate?” You were shaking with anger now. Who the hell did he think he was?

Your reaction made Draco stand a little straighter, his features hardening, “Purebloods will always be superior, the sooner you realise that the better. Until then you’re betraying the rest of us by being so touchy-feely with people like that.”

Your fists clenched at your sides as you tried your best to keep yourself in check, there was no way you were going to cry in front of him.

“You know what, the past three years I’ve spent so much of my time defending you. Telling everyone that you were more than the front you put up, but you know what? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was just wasting my time.”

Draco felt a knot in his throat but he wasn’t going to back down now, “Maybe you were.”

You laughed humorlessly, shaking your head.

“Well, no more then. Let them say whatever they want. You can go fuck yourself, Malfoy.”

You stormed away before he could see the heartbreak etched unmistakably on your face. You heard Draco give an angry, pained groan when he thought you were out of earshot but you didn’t turn back to check on him. Not anymore. You were done.

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[thenamegarden]

The Name Garden: Q&A Monday

Hello everyone, and welcome back to Q&A Monday! Sorry for the lack of Q&A’s the last couple of weeks - I hadn’t had internet due to moving house, then we found out we were too rural to have internet and needed to order in a satellite, followed by the death of my computer and the death of my partner’s computer! Most of these issues have resolved now, and I’ll be getting my new computer today. As always, I am also ill, and at this time am unfortunately going through quite a big flare. I’m hoping that I can queue posts for each day to make sure that content isn’t lacking, but please do understand if there’s a day or two of missing content!

Anyway, off that topic, and onto the new: How has everyone’s holidays and new year been? I hope you’re having a wonderful time! Here are the questions that I received anonymously over the holidays - let’s jump back into the baby names!

If you have a question that you’d like to see featured in next week’s Q&A, please submit it here.

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Q: Can you find any middle names that go with Elika?

A: Elika is really interesting, I really like it! Here are some ideas for you:

Elika Brynn

Elika Paris

Elika Lilly

Elika Morgan

Elika Rochelle

Elika Miriam

Elika Wendy

Elika Jane

Elika Reese

Elika Jordan

Elika Jade

Elika Dominique

Elika Sabine

Elika Madeleine

Elika Josefine

Elika Danielle

Elika Lucille

Elika Robin

Elika Valerie

Elika Charlotte

Elika Lovelle

Elika Raven

Elika Jacqueline

Elika Celine

Elika Daisy

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Q: Stonep.

A: Hey there. I’m not sure if this was a spelling error or not, or if it was a request for me to post the name. Could I just get you to clarify for me, so I can help out? Thanks!

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Q: Hello, I'm writing a story about a female detective, could you suggest a few name please? She's an extrovert and has a tendency to attract problems.

A: Sure! Here are some ideas for you:

Lacey

Harley

Pippa

Charlie

Ellie

Molly

Tara

Madeline

Amelia

Piper

Carissa

Tasmin

Kennedy

Cassandra

Tessa

Sienna 

Olivia

Emily

Bria

Macey

Alana

Riley

Eliza

Carly

Raegan

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Q: What do you think of the name Myla but spelt Milsa?

A: I’m sorry, but I’m not a fan at all. I don’t think it’d be natural for anyone to pronounce it the way that you’re wanting. How about removing the ‘s’ and making it Mila?

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Q: Which is your favorite out of Fredericka, Augusta, Claudine, Henrietta and Wilhelmina? Do you think any of them are usable for a child?

A: I think that they’re all very usable for a child! The current trend is slowly bringing older names right to the forefront of the popularity charts, so I say go for it! My favourite of the names is Henrietta.

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Q: Do you prefer Melody or Rose as a middle name for Carole?

A: I like Melody, I think it’s really sweet. It’s also a little more unique compared to Rose. They’re both very pretty, but Melody is my choice.

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Q: What’s a cute middle name for Hazel? Last name begins with a W.

A: I love the name Hazel. Here are some ideas for you:

Hazel Maeve

Hazel Clara

Hazel Grace

Hazel Millicent

Hazel June

Hazel Catherine

Hazel Iris

Hazel Anne

Hazel Claire

Hazel Lillian

Hazel Valerie

Hazel Dorothy

Hazel Violet

Hazel Jean

Hazel Florence

Hazel Joy

Hazel Evelyn

Hazel Rose

Hazel Emma

Hazel Louise

Hazel Marie

Hazel Vera

Hazel Charlotte

Hazel Martha

Hazel Lucy

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Q: Please help! My baby girl is due soon but we don’t have a name for her! Her sisters are Callie Grace and Payslie Rayne, so the names have to sound good together. We’d also really like to stay with the “e” or “lee” sound ending.

A: Congratulations on your little girl! Here are some ideas that may work for you:

Emily Sloane

Avery Faith

Lily Madison

Sophie Brooke

Trinity Ava

Molly Summer

Chloe Elizabeth

Hailey Paige

Maisie Hope

Daisy Piper

Sadie Ella

Natalie Skye

Ashley Jade

Lacey Nicole

Riley Charlotte

Sydney Rose

Destiny Cadence

Everley Skylar

Bailey Hannah

Brinley Willow

Aubrey Anne

Jolie Claire

Harley Sophia

Kimberly Emse

Hadley Amelia

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Q: How do you feel about the name Adelaide? Like, love or hate?

A: I like it quite a lot. It’s very old fashioned, beautiful, sweet, charming, and works for a person of any age.

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Q: Hi. We’re looking for a girls name to suit the last name Ryan. If we have a boy, his name will be Elijah James Ryan. We want a name with the same vibe as Elijah, like unique and not really common. Thank you.

A: Hello! Elijah James is sweet. Though I should let you know that if you’re searching for a unique and uncommon name, Elijah is currently in the top 50 in the US, England, Wales, Canada, Australia and New Zealand. So it’s not all that uncommon at all! For that reason, I’ll give you two lists of names - one for the same vibe as Elijah, and one with the same vibe that are out of the top names.

Names with a similar vibe, ignoring the top 100:

Isabelle Ryan

Olivia Ryan

Alexia Ryan

Savannah Ryan

Sienna Ryan

Ava Ryan

Sophia Ryan

Chloe Ryan

Lily Ryan

Scarlett Ryan

Gabrielle Ryan

Zoe Ryan

Evie Ryan

Delilah Ryan

Amelia Ryan

Ivy Ryan

Charlotte Ryan

Sadie Ryan

Ella Ryan

Lucy Ryan

Lydia Ryan

Penelope Ryan

Isla Ryan

Lila Ryan

Alice Ryan

Ruby Ryan

Layla Ryan

Names with a soft feel, that are out of the top 100:

Elena Ryan

Lucille Ryan

Evangeline Ryan

Felicity Ryan

Luna Ryan

Eloise Ryan

Estella Ryan

Juliet Ryan

Phoebe Ryan

Annabelle Ryan

Adelaide Ryan

Elise Ryan

Lorelei Ryan

Natalia Ryan

Rowena Ryan

Amalia Ryan

Edie Ryan

Arabella Ryan

Anneliese Ryan

May Ryan

Melody Ryan

Helena Ryan

Talia Ryan

Viola Ryan

Aurelia Ryan

Giselle Ryan

Rosalie Ryan

Lilia Ryan

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[cravenlife]

Failed (2/?)

Warnings: Violence. Lots of it.

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Carter sat at the briefing table. She had given the mission report. Her face stoic and void of emotion. The dismissal came and out she went without any other word. She was dressed more casual rather than in tactical gear.

A white crop top covered the sports bra she had been wearing when she was called up. Black sweats hung from her hips and converse completed her outfit. There wasn't a single fuck given from her as she saunted back to the gym to continue her work out. The neon blue headphones went back to her ears in attempts to drown out everything around her.

Hindsite wouldve told her it was a bad idea but Carter didn't wanna hear the grunts of the men around her using the equipment. Nope, she wanted to get right into hitting the punching bag and hoping no one disturbed her.

With hands wrapped up, she took her stance in front of the bag. They started out lightly, trying to find a rhythm and a pattern to try out. Her breaths ragid pants by the time she was throwing kicks and her knee into the bag. A thin layer of sweat forming when she felt a hand, and instinct took over as she whipped whomever it was over her and onto the mat below just in time to put her arms up to soften the blow of the bag hitting her.

"Next time. I'll kill you." She murmured to her surprise assault victim. Carter casted a glance to see Jake staring at her. A scoff left her lips as her nose scrunched and she walked away from him, pulling an ear bud out so she could hear the next time he decided to approach her.

Except she didn't. He was beside her and on the ground within seconds, holding his arm up behind his back her foot on his shoulder blade. "What did I say?" She growled and pulled a bit at his laugh. God she wanted to rip his vocal cords from his throat so she didn't have to hear him.

"Okay. I give.." he said tapping the ground, like Carter gave a shit as she dropped his arm. She didn't offer to help him or move to help when he held his hand out. Nope. She crossed her arms and stared at him with a brow raised. "Apparently you don't give a shit..."

"Took you long enough to figure it out." Carter huffed watching him pick himself up off the ground. She was growing irritated by the second. She delivered a kick to his chest the second he stood up straight only to find himself on his ass.

There was a look that drove Carter to do it again. A grin slowly starting to form on her lips. She was thoroughly kicking the man's ass until she found herself on the mat and his hand coming down to help her up.

Carter gave a soft huff that could be easily mistaken for a pant. She grabbed it but pulled him down wrapping her self around his arm and yanking. Jake grunted, lifting her up and slamming her into the wall a low grunt as she caught her breath.

Her chest heaved a bit as she headbutted him, releasing her grip to kick him back with both feet. Her ass smacking the mat but both were up in seconds. She wasn't holding back and felt a bit relieved when he pulled back a punch and didn't hesitate to hit her.

Carter's face burned but it just drove her on. Jake lunged at her, so she jumped to grab the lower bars of the ceiling and lifting up until her legs were wrapped around his neck and dropping back with him following.

She felt the breath leave his body. "Well, I'm gonna shower. Thanks." Carter smirked down at him before she started to unwrap her hands and stood up off his face. She played like she wasn't affected by having his face pressed against her crotch. A casual shrug as she left him in the gym and went towards the locker room.

Jake just laid on the mat for a minute, trying to catch his breath. He finally sat up. "Some super thing you are... You're just like the rest of us.." another guy's voice came causing Jake to stand quickly despite the heaving in his chest.

"What do you mean?" He asked tilting his head.

"I mean that Carter just kicked your ass like you were just one of the guys though, I have to say normally it's only bad guys that get between her legs.." he laughed. "I'm Sergeant Luke Kingley." He offered his hand. The voice and name sounded familiar to Jake as he took his hand and shook it. He was trying to find the humor in the joke he had missed since he was trying to put the face to the voice he heard.

"Who's Carter?" Jake decided to ask the one of a million questions running through his head and seeing as Luke laughed, he realized Carter was the same girl that defrosted his ass and had just kicked it to the curb. "Fuck... She told me her name was Callie.." He admitted before Luke could ask.

"Don't feel to bad... She tells that to everyone. Carter Lupu is a very, very mysterious woman that tells everyone he name is Callie because she doesn't trust you yet..." Luke let him in on a little secret. "She'll let you in slowly, like she does everyone..." He assured like Brent and Daniel had done to him when Carter picked his ass up from a Church meeting with his biker club.

Jake nodded, not sure if he wanted to be let in slowly by the female that seemed to be in charge. "So.. Next question... Who is she?"

Luke's raised eyebrow wasn't what threw him. "She's the Captain. She calls the shots and she does it well... As for us.." He gestured around them before leaning back against the door frame. "We don't exist... We're one of many ghost squads..." Luke sighed, not having realized he was going to be the one that had to tell the new guy everything. This was definitely Carter's job. "Before the next one. I can't tell you anything about the ghost squads or Carter, so move from those questions."

Jake nodded. It was confidential at least that's how Luke was making it seem, so he'd wait until either Carter told him or he was able to know more than he saw about it. "You were in the 'copter weren't you?" he asked, only getting a nod from Luke. "Why was the only one not masked, Carter?" earning a chuckle from Luke again.

"Because Carter doesn't exist. Yes, I was the one beside her." Luke said, and Jake nodded. He'd seen the look shared between the two in the helicopter as he sat across from her and took in the other 4 men in the back and the two up front. All were masked but Carter.

"Why was I important? You mentioned a super thing?" He asked and Luke laughed, full on belly laughed. The brunette finding the question sillier than all get out.

Luke was taking his sweet time to catch his breath. "Let's equate ourselves to Marvel's Avengers..." He decided and when the look of confusion set on the enhanced guy's face, he moved on to explain. "Its a comic and movie series and man does Carter have it out for Captain America..." He pretended to fan himself with his hand before rolling his eyes. "I'm sure you'll be watching those movies later... Anyways... Someone decided you were a good subject and that it was doable to make super soldiers... So here you are, having been frozen like an ice pop for- if Carter was right four months... Others like you that we've found were fried. Like brain dead or just dead..." He explained without the details, but it was clear by his facial expression he was lost within them in his mind. "The freezing didn't affect you like most..."

"Sergeant!" Carter's voice called down the hallway and Luke's face lit up.

"Captain calls.." Luke left with a wink. Jake stood with more questions than answers.

A few moments past before he was moving towards the room that he'd been given. He didn't feel like a prisoner but it certain started to feel that way until another face peaked in the door. She was about half his height and dressed in all white. "Mr. Jake?" She asked softly, bounding in when he looked at her. She didn't have verbal permission but a glance was all that was needed as she placed herself on the desk and crossed her legs. "Wow... I'm Brent..." She said softly, the voice not able to be placed, but it was soothing. She was probably only fresh out of high school if Jake was placing a safe bet.

There was something twitchy about how she moved her head. Almost as if listening to something not in the room. Jake had to wonder if she didn't have a com device in her ear. "Who all have you met?" She asked softly, looking from the hem that wrapped around her ankle to his eyes.

"Uhm... Callie or ehm." He cleared his throat. "Carter as I've been corrected... The sergeant what's his face... I've spoken with who your Captain speaks with..." He said before gesturing to her. She smiled.

"Luke's an idiot, don't let him fool you. He's got a wife and a kiddo or two at home... You won't see him much except for assignments..." Brent gushed a bit. "A few days before, and after so he can work out what had happened before he goes and plays a normal person..." She stopped before she said something and furrowed her brow together. Jake's own arched at her.

He opened his mouth and closed it, trying to decide on something to say. It was cut off by Brent's "There's more to meets the eye with the squad..." She was leaving already. "Come on... Carter's got pizza... She made Luke go get it..." She giggled running off. There was no choice given so Jake had to follow the tiny girl.

There was the three women standing around talking. One was Brent and she was leaning against Carter while the third Jake recognized as the Director. The pale white skin a dead give away even if she was facing towards the two girls that looked like they were being scolded for being rude. He looked around, spotting Luke with 3 other guys laughing over a beer.

"Jake!" Brent called over and Carter let out a sigh.

"Ms. Lupu..." Director Matthews quirked an eyebrow at her. "I assume there's nothing wrong with Jake joining the team... Someone needs to put your ass in line." She said and Carter just glared. Brent giggled hiding her face so she didn't get yelled at as well.

"He's got no real choice but to... Everyone thinks he's dead like I am... So when Daniel takes Brent home and they pretend like they had a nice week camping. Luke goes back to his wife and child returning from a drug run. James and Charlie go back to being CEOs of a company, we'll stay here. I'll get him caught up and trained." Carter said looking towards Jake. "I'll be sure he learns some boundaries..." She grumbled a bit sending Brent into another giggle fit.