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Her Laughter (Modern AU)

Five x F.Reader (Modern AU)

AU: No powers + Assassin AU

Summary: Okay, so she'd laugh when she was nervous and she'd laugh when she was lying- either way, he didn't care. Being able to find someone normal to love, would probably do him some could, especially if that someone brews coffee like it was sent from Heaven. She was his morning sun, his angel, his bag of giggles- as normal as every other civilian- or so he thought.

Requested by: @rpses

The Hargreeves family was an influential bunch, each sibling had an important role to play. A family with dark secrets, with cracks and wounds, and issues that were later given down to the father's favorite child to care about. Reginald Hargreeves adopted 7 different children from around the world, the only similarity was that each child was born on the exact same date, month, year, time, and second. To the naked eye, the lot was a bunch of kids adopted by a billionaire who just needed a hobby, but in the world hidden between black and white, the people of the grey knew their real identity. The 7 children were adopted to create an elite group, each to infiltrate societal reigns, each branch of it. This is why, for a very long time the media was confused as to why the children had numbers instead of names- until of course their nanny gave them names, which each child used proudly, except for 1 of them; Number 5. Nonetheless, as the children grew older, and spread their wings, they began to choose their own path

1- Luther settled down, had a family, and owned a little book shop and library with his wife. The two would constantly be traveling the world, and his wife, Sloane, a famous author, would write about their little ventures.

2- Diego, was a bit different - the rebel. After successfully being thrown out of the police academy, his brothers (Klaus and Ben) encouraged him to open a gym or a training center for children's self-defense. Initially he was against the idea, but after he rescued a little girl from being kidnapped in broad daylight, he realised how important it was for children to learn to kick ass.

3- Allison, the only sister, the star of the family and Hollywood. All sources would tell was how she, albeit being famous, had little contact with her siblings, especially after their father's death. Perhaps due to the incident that took so much hype that a certain Hargreeves had to intervene and shut down many news outlets.

4- Klaus Hargreeves, the resident paint sniffer, was actually one of the only siblings that the 'new head' of the family got along with very well. To say that Klaus actually had a job would be...not particularly accurate, what started off as a "positive affirmations group for senior citizens ', turned into a lowkey cult- which once again led the 'new head' of the family to sort out. So now, Klaus just worked with his brother, in the family business, and stayed at the manor.

5- Five Hargreeves, the star child, the child their father had left everything to. He was titled The Commander, he held control over everything- an issue that was bounced around by the media, for he was the only Hargreeves that never got along with the press or certain controlling structures within the society of the elite. Either way, this "blessing of power" had caused the siblings to separate, especially their sister Allison. To many, Five was a sly, selfish, secretive control freak. At least his image was portrayed to be as such and somewhere down the line, the 30-year-old stopped giving a f***.

6- Ben Hargreeves, the 'nicest Hargreeves', owned a luxury restaurant of his own- the only place Five Hargreeves would eat from. To a point where his loyalty became a problem for Ben. The brother had to launch personalized coffees for the idiot-

"Dude, FINE DINING-"

"I'd like to fine dine in a place that sells black ivory brews."

"...."

7- Victor Hargreeves, the only sibling that was not political, controversial, or even chaotic (that or maybe the others were pretty good at covering his tracks). Either way, he was a normal violin instructor, minding his own business, living his life peacefully- to say.

Now, back to what the greys and shadows of the world knew about the Hargreeves. Trained assassins, especially their current commander. The last collected data showed how 4 out of 7 siblings were still active. 4,5,6 were not only close because of their brotherly love for each, but because they were still running the family business- messy things; while no.2 well, to put it politely, the man was now a vigilante, or as No.5 would describe him to be, "Imagine Batman, then aim lower." Either way, the Hargreeves were shady, filthy rich, and political.

Due to this very reason, Five had decided to not give into anything else. A normal life was never a blessing gifted upon him. His sole purpose in life now was to continue carrying on his father's work. Before the old man died, Five had begun to teach university-level physics and math, but resigned as his responsibilities grew. There was nothing out there that could change this man's pattern of living, change the way their family was broken, or the way at the end of it all, he was always alone. At least, that's what he thought.

Blinking away the sleep in his eyes he stared up at the ceiling, today was the day, the day Five completely dreaded, he was in no mood of going on with planned activities for the day- or rather the evening, but this wasn't about him. He would have to constantly tell him that, no, this evening didn't revolve around him, it was about her, it was for her, he was going to do this for her. Five Hargreeves was never one to give in, let alone listen to any god damn person, but she wasn't just anyone, she was his red rose in the middle of a scorching desert, his moon across the veil of the dark night, the sugar to his bitter coffee. And after three years of being with her, a family introduction was bound. After all, it was coffee that had introduced her to him, in one of the most unusual ways.

After the usual night of taking care of family business, the man slowly made his way down the street to his brother's restaurant. Ben was in Spain right now, but hopefully, the restaurant was open at, he checked his wristwatch- bloody 3 am. God, he was f***ed, he would've murdered anyone for a good cup of joe right now. Much to his expectant disappointment, it was closed. Now don't get him wrong, he knew this restaurant was Ben's but IF HE COULD SET IT ON FIRE, IF ONLY- slowly putting the cement block back in its place, his head whipped in the direction of a heavenly smell, eyes spotting a small light emitting from the corner shop.

His feet ran before he could process, for by the next minute he stood in front of a small, relatively new coffee shop: a cafe. He hadn't seen one here before, come to think of it, there was no other place to eat or drink around the block, especially after Ben's business took over- the man was like a shark, running the area, so how did this person grow a pair to open their business here?

Squinting, he tried to make out what the place looked like, it was still messy like the place was yet to be set up. The small ceiling lamps lit up in silence, an atmosphere of peace and calmness enveloping the things below. Confused, he tried to push the glass door, only to find it was locked. But- but- but he could still smell the coffee and

*Tap*

He slowly, lightly tapped the glass with his knuckles, hoping to gain the attention of whoever was inside. And as lady luck would have it, someone did stumble out from the doors of the kitchen, muttering curses as they kicked the boxes around only to freeze when their- her- eyes locked with his.

"You gonna let me in or what?"

She flinched at his muffled voice, the place was a mess, she wasn't supposed to open for another day. She was a mess, instead of choosing to set up first, she was busy in the kitchen, creating brews and recipes- don't get her wrong, it's not like the movers didn't offer her help with the unpacking, but somewhere deep down inside, the feminist in her called her out, "Girl, we got this". It's not like a random stranger would show up at 3 am for coffee and-

"Lady, it's a simple yes or no, though I'd prefer a yes."

"I- " scurrying over to the doors she unlocked them and peaked out at him- yes, she peeked out of the glass doors. "S-sorry sir *clears throat* we're closed"

"But do you have coffee right now?"

"Perhaps.."

"Then I'd like a mug and I'll pay whatever you want."

She looked at him, utterly confused and nervous, this was not going to be easy. She couldn't just say no to a customer on the first day- wait, what if he was a creep who had bad intentions and-

"Lady, please. I'll stand outside if you want me too-"

The roar of the clouds above thought otherwise, pouring down on him and the world around him.

"mOTHER FU-"

He stopped at the sound of the door opening followed by a chuckle, did she just, laugh at him???? Offended, he was deeply offended and- she was already gone,leaving the door wide open for him as the rain chose to enter before he could. "Shit." He muttered as he closed the door behind him, staring at the wet area, his clothes weren't as bad as he thought, partially wet is better than drenched anyway, but the place around him that was dusty was now a mixture of muddy and watery, man, she should clean up if she plans on opening this joint.

He sat on a free table, only clean table, looking around the place, eyes turning to the kitchen door opening, holding a tray in one hand- balancing it ever so delicately, the other hand holding onto a towel she walked over to him, not meeting his gaze.

"S-sorry about earlier" handing him the towel to dry his damp hair she placed the mug of freshly brewed coffee and a slice of cake.

Drying his hair he nodded muttering a 'thanks' before he heard her chuckle again, eyeing her through his locks. Before he could retort she covered her mouth, turning around, back facing him, stifling a fit of giggles.

"...is there something on my face"

"No-hoho- shit iMsorry"

Eyebrows raised he shrugged, whatever was up with this psycho- who was now running back to the kitchen- he didn't really care. He got a cup of joe that smelled wonderful and that's all that mattered. Pressing the mug against his lips he groaned at the warmth, it was the first sip however, that had him slamming the kitchen door open, causing her to squeak and throw whatever was in her hands- the later noticed cake batter on the ceiling.

"HOW DID YOU DO IT?"

"Do what?"

"The coffee...why does it taste like it was sent from heaven-"

But before he could finish, she burst into laughter, choking on her own laugh as she covered her mouth, trying to gain composure. He had no idea what was happening, but before him was a woman, losing herself to a fit of psychotic laughter on her knees as she tried to stop herself.

"Do i...call 911 or something-"

"No-hoh, i'm fine " she gasped, slapping herself lightly.

"Really don't look fine to me-"

"I LAUGH WHEN IM NERVOUS OKAY JUST STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT"

"Oh..." Staring right at her glossy gaze, he could tell she wasn't lying, the words leaving his lips sooner than he could stop them, "kinda cute."

Cue her face flushing like a tomato, giggles bouncing around the walls of the kitchen as he cleared his throat, looking everywhere but at her. He wasn't lying though, whatever weird quirk this was, it rang like music in his ears.

The same night she had asked him to not look at her directly as she explained to him about the problem of her laughter. How it would trigger every time she was nervous or super anxious- or if she was lying, she could control it usually, tonight being an exception. This was her own place, she was going to open it in two days and the coffee and cake that he had consumed were her own recipes.

"F***ing delicious.".

"O-oh..thank you."

The same night he listened to her talk about how she spent her whole life saving up for this very dream, how she wanted no one to interfere for once, which is why she thought she should unpack and set up herself. He chose not to comment on that, just watching her, it had been a while since he had seen anyone so passionate about something other than money or power. The way she would talk about her plans, how she hoped to never hate this dream she had recklessly dove into. Before they knew it the rain had stopped, the morning light peeking out from behind the grey clouds. Glancing at his watch, he clicked it tongue, standing up as he dusted off his pants,

"Well then, I wish you the best of luck for your future venture."

"Thank you- wait," she stopped him from leaving, only to scurry back to the kitchen.

Looking around with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he realized how he hasn't had a decent conversation with anyone in so long, a conversation that was filled with random day-to-day things. Perhaps he should have helped her with the setting up, or not? It's not like he'll come here every morning just for a cup of coffee, as soon as Ben's back, he'd dip- no need to form connections with someone normal, someone innocent, someone as beautiful and kind and- shit.

"Here you go."

Brought back to reality she saw him holding out a paper bag to him, it had the logo of the shop.

"I uh...it has coffee so make sure you don't flip it around..heh..alsolookintoitwhenyougohome."

"Oh...thank you, you really didn't have to- oh wait, I didn't pay you earlier " he began to take out his wallet only for her to stop him.

"It's okay, this one's..on the house."

With that he walked out, assuming he'd never really come back there. Or so he thought, for when he went home and pulled out the little cup of coffee and plastic box with a tart, he found a napkin, with something scribbled on it.

"I'm sorry I creeped you out Mr.Hargreeves I hope you like the tart, I figured out the special ingredient to add after talking to you, thank you for being my first ever customer. May you find someone you love as much as you love coffee."

Snorting, he neatly folded the napkin and placed it in his coat pocket, "Smooth for someone who can't talk without bursting into laughter."

"What are you smiling about oh dear brother" Klaus sang, entering the kitchen, eyes landing on the brown bag on the counter, "oh...this isn't from Ben's place."

"It isn't"

"And why is that, pray tell?'

"Because it was closed, now if you excuse me, I have better things to do." With that he walked out of the kitchen leaving Klaus behind with only the empty bag-

"Man" picking up the paper bag he looked at it, flipping it over, "I wanted to taste the tart- oh? What's this?" His eyes scanned over the definite feminine handwriting,

"For a special customer"

"Ohoho, there is a lady involved."

Naturally, Five did not go there the next day or the next -practically a whole week, Ben was back anyway and again, she was nice and all but she had her own dreams and work and he had his. Plus, as heavenly as her coffee was, going to her place may actually put her in danger. Hence, he sat at Ben's restaurant, sipping the slightly too bitter coffee, slamming the mug down grimacing- a few heads turning in his direction.

"Okay, this is getting out of hand." Ben sighed, pulling out a chair and sitting infront of him. "Man, it's been a week, a week of you saying the dumbest things about the coffee, it's either too bitter or too sweet or isn't brewed right....so what's it today, buddy?" He hissed, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back against his seat.

Shrugging Five looked around mumbling; "it's too hot."

"Out."

"What?"

"I said get out you-"

"Woah woah woah, ladies, calm yourselves" the third chair screeched, as Klaus flopped down, putting a paper cup on the table, "what's this all about."

Five, who was about to retort paused to stare at the familiar cup, "Where'd you get that?"

"Oh, this?" He said holding the cup, "it's a heaven sent coffee from a little shop around the corner."

"Wait, there's no other food joint here?" Ben asked, taking his cup to taste the coffee, moaning in delight, "What the f*** is this?"

"I know right, cute little place, cute little girl too-"

Abruptly getting up, he stomped away, leaving both his brothers behind. A smug expression plastered on Klaus' face as he raised his eyebrows at Ben, "I love playing matchmaker"

"Please don't."

Opening the glass doors he entered the almost empty cafe, with little to no people around, but it looked pretty- those aesthetic-filled places his university students would tell him about, claiming he wasn't much older than them, so he should like those places too. It looked much different from the last time he saw this place, cleaner and brighter. Eyes stopping at her wiping the counter.

"Morning."

"Good morning- oh Mr.Hargreeves" she paused midway, staring at him, surprised to see him here. He had not shown up since that night, much to her disappointment, she had assumed maybe he found her note a bit too informal or offensive.

"The place isn't...packed?"

"Oh, um...it's been a slow day- i uh...haha..i kind of wanted to haha apologise..." She cleared her throat, trying to regain composure and not scare away the only few customers present.

"For what?" Eyebrows raised, he leaned closer to the glass counter, staring at the desserts.

"For whahahaha-the...haha..napkin message-"

Words caught in her throat, eyes locking with his as he frowned, standing up straight, "Why are you apologising for that? Did you not mean it?"

"Wha-idid."

"Then?"

"I um....heheh...it was..weird?" She muttered looking behind him, checking if there was another customer, but there wasn't. In fact, it had been a slow day, a slow week, she knew opening up next to a 6-star restaurant would be an issue, the whole concept of threat and weakness but, she knew for a fact that her coffees were better. Cheaper too!

"It was cute."

His words cut off her thoughts- any thought process to be accurate, face contorting, suspicious eyes landing on him, eyeing him up and down to notice any signs of lying.

"I'm serious. I thought it was sweet."

"Then...why didn't you come for a whole week?"

Shit. Good going Five, what will you tell her now? He wanted to slap himself, that was not how it was supposed to go around. For f***'s sake, he wasn't even supposed to be here! That little b**** just HAD to buy coffee from here and show up at Ben's, in a few more weeks Five would have forgotten about her- probably, probably not. WHO KNOWS - but now here he was, standing before her like an idiot. He had no intention of telling her how he actually felt- or had begun to feel after he read the note. In all honesty, he wanted to come the very next morning, order a cup of coffee and just sit in a corner, watching her peacefully. Hell, he didn't even know her that well, and she sure as hell didn't know a thing about him-

"It's fine if you don't want to tell me."

Head snapping in her direction as she picked up the crumbs off the counter and walked into the kitchen, doors closing in behind her. Was she serious or was she upset? Shit. He was about to leave before she came out of the kitchen, coming back with a smile.

"So can I get you anything?"

Nodding instantly he pointed at a pastry and cleared his throat, "coffee?"

"Same one?"

"Got something new?"

"You want to try something new?"

He paused for a moment and glanced at her, there it was, that double-edged sword. Now did he want to try something that would potentially end poorly, or perhaps it wouldn't? But would it really be bad if ...maybe for once, he could feel what love...feels like ...to have someone care for you? Keep you warm like coffee?

"What would you...recommend?"

"I'll surprise you" she giggled, trying to cover it up by clearing her throat. Leaving him standing there, smiling at his own reflection off the clean counter that one spot she kept on wiping while talking to him, was she using it as a distraction so she wouldn't end up laughing out of nervousness?

And what a surprise it was. Slowly, ever so slowly, he'd get up a bit earlier than he'd usually do. Making sure to put on a bit more aftershave than usual, hair gelled back, tie fixed, shoes shining. All to ensure that he was the first person there, the first customer there- sometimes, he'd show up before she would, not that she'd mind. She'd just tell him to sit wherever while she'd make them a fresh brew, listen to him talk about his siblings, his usual day handling family finances, his brother's wedding, his sister's movie, his other brother's concert. If one thing was clear as day, it was that this man was in love with his family, she could see that like it was written on the wall- but she noticed how his insecurities would usually get the best of him, making him bitter and distant. She never asked about things he didn't want to talk about, like his actual job or why the siblings never really met, it was more of a 'let him talk about whatever he likes' session. She'd just sit across the table and watch, smiling with a mug in her hand, watching the golden morning hue illuminate his angular face, lashes shimmering under the light, laughter ringing like bells in heaven. It was amazing to see someone so beautiful, near perfect- talking to her, spending their mornings with her.

Three months into this routine he woke up one morning, ready as ever, smiling to himself as he reached for his phone to see a text from her. She was sick and told him the cafe would be closed for the day. And just like that, his morning was ruined. The sun was too bright, the birds were too loud, the house was dusty and Klaus was just a bitch, which is why when he saw his brother coming into the kitchen he snarled,

"Why are you here?"

"More importantly, why are you burning eggs?"

"I am not." He slammed the pan in the sink, "f*** this "

"So, no Y/N today?"

"No, she's sick- how do you know her?"

"Oh well if she's sick-" before he could finish his statement he was slammed into a wall as his brother looked at him with that psychotic look in his eyes.

"Klaus, she is a very normal and a very nice person-"

"Which is why you should totally tell her you like her Five. Man, you're smitten, whipped, head over heels, aching in the core for her- look you forgot how to fry eggs just at the notion of not being able to see her today." He pointed at the pan in the sink, not really bothered by Five's outburst.

Grip loosening he sighed, groaning as he walked over to the counter. "It's not as easy as you think...I'm not..you Klaus. People just don't...like me, let alone fancy me." He muttered, busying himself with making an omelet this time.

"And why do you think that? You tend to think the worst of yourself in every given situation, Five." He taunted, sitting on a barstool, elbows pressed against the counter, face in his palms as he noticed how dressed up his brother was- man, this lad was ready like it's a date. This was one of Five's nicest suits, he knew that for sure.

"I don't think Klaus, I know. I couldn't even keep the family together. Look at us, you and ai are the only ones here- hell if you didn't have issues with your job you wouldn't be here either." Slamming the bowl on the counter he walked over to the other end, grabbing salt and going back to his bowl, "Ben and Vanya are too nice to say anything to me- that and I have shares in his business. Diego is...just Diego, I haven't seen Luther since the wedding, and let's not talk about Alison, shall we?' he said as he gently tipped over the salt, eyes widening as the cap fell off into the bowl, followed by the entire contents of the salt shaker.

"FOR F****'S SAKE I'M JUST-"

"Well, have you ever tried talking to any of them? Minus Alison, of course, we don't want to go back there again."

"No, Klaus. You know why?' he turned around glaring at Klaus who looked oh so happy, "Because I know they don't care. I wouldn't either," he pointed at himself with his thumb, "if I knew me. Especially after Reggie dear left me with all this shit! Why, why would you assume I would like to kill and clean up after that- "

"What is Y/N like that?"

"What?" He paused, staring at Klaus who smiled at him menacingly, "I mean, I know what she looks and sounds like, she also makes delicious coffee to kill for but...what about you makes you like...." He pointed at his brother who was visibly shaking, "Like this. The man that can kill almost ten men in under two minutes, loses the ability to make breakfast at the thought of a woman."

"She's ...nice" he sighed, deciding to give up on cooking and just sitting in front of Klaus, "This entire thing was her dream, I appreciate she actually pulled through, unlike any of us. Pretty straight forward too, " he stared at the white marble under them, "Honestly is smarter than she gives herself credit for, I've met world renowned chefs, culinary artists and all this shit Klaus...but everytime I see her, she has something new for me to try, it tastes different each time too and it's not the bad different - never is."

"Five, I've never seen you talk about someone like that."

Shrugging he tapped the counter, "well, I haven't had a decent conversation for sometime. She listens...really well. And" he chuckled, stretching his arms over his head before sighing, "laughs when she lies or is nervous"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"What? I said she laughs when she's-"

"YOU IDIOT."

"Okay, Klaus, no need to ruin our moment here-"

"IF SHE LAUGHS WHY DON'T U JUST ASK HER IF SHE LIKES YOU/"

"because I- '' words caught up in his throat, brows furrowed in confusion before he hummed. It's not like the thought had never occurred to him, but he wasn't sure why he never asked her. Perhaps he was too afraid, afraid to know the answer. What if she didn't laugh? What if she didn't like him-

"Listen to me." The paler man slapped his hands on the countertop, "ASK HER. I've SEEN the way she looks at you when you speak to her, or how she leaves you notes on napkins- ask her or someone else will and you'll be too late!'

"Great speech bucko, but I don't know where she lives".

"I do"

"Why."

"Oh, Ben wanted to buy her business so he got her details, then I was like :Nu-uh Benerino, this girl gonna be our sister-in-law soon-"

"Okay, you know what, just give the address."

In a matter of minutes, he stood there, fist an inch away from the wooden door. Well shit. All that big talk in front of Klaus and now he stood there wondering what to do, as usual. His knuckles barely caressed the timber when the door was yanked open, only to jerk away at the sight of a fist.

"O-ohhahaha, sorry Mr.Hargreeves, I thought you were a creep or something." She mumbled over her mask. The giant hoodie cap making her seem even smaller- the hoodie looked familiar though.

"Thought the same the first time you saw me too." He smiled at her, bending to take the trash bag from her, lowkey forgetting why he was even there in the first place, "Feeling any better?"

"Mmmkay..." Her words were a soft mumble as her fingers played with the material of her hoodie, "why are you here..."

"Why am I here?" Repeating after her he nodded to himself, clearing his throat as he looked around, trying to peak over her head to look into her apartment- ironic how she lived above the cafe she owned.

"I'm here because I had to ask you something, may I come inside?"

She took a moment to think then answered, closing the door a bit, a gesture he noted, a gesture that broke his confidence a bit more, "I'd prefer...you ask here."

"Very well. We'll talk later." He looked around before nodding at her, gripping tightening on the trash can as he turned to leave, maybe this was a bad idea-

"W-wait Mr.Hargreeves, let's talk downstairs...heheeh..gimme 10 minutes I'll be there " she chuckled, groaning right after, this was no time to laugh, throwing the keys of the place at him, which he caught easily, eyeing her. She was nervous, he could tell but about what?

Either way Five had been sitting near the window, the other lights of the cafe were off, but a spotlight at the counter. He had turned up the heat, wanting to ensure that the place wasn't cold when she came in. That's the thing, he didn't understand why he felt the urge to do that. She had just flatly refused to let him in her apartment, well, that isn't partially rude- it is sensible but she's known him for 3 months already. Why didn't she trust him? Or perhaps she never saw him as more than a loyal customer, perhaps those notes about finding love and happiness were just friendly advice. Or maybe they were hints, she was hinting that she wished him the best, but she wasn't the best for him-

"Mr.Hargreeves?"

She didn't look sick- well, she did look tired, even under the dim light and change of clothes, he could tell that much. A chuckle passed her lips as she placed a tray on the table, cleared her throat, sitting down across the table, rubbing her hands together, "Thank you for turning on the heat...hahaha...i uh...haha..forgot to ask you to."

"Why don't you call me Five?"

Nodding at the question she looked at the tray, noticing how he hadn't even reached for his coffee, it was still on the tray. Reaching forward, her hand hovering above the cup, only for him to grip her wrist, eyes locking with hers, "Y/N, I asked you something."

"Because..."

"Because?"

"I...hahahah- shit stOp" she covered her mouth with her other hand, frustrated, of all the moments this horrid curse of a quirk could take over it was now. Pulling her other hand away she got up only to bump into him, she wasn't even sure when he had come up to her. Gently pulling her hands away he sighed,

"Feel free to slap me away."

"Wha-" she was cut off by a soft pair of lips crashing against hers, hands cupping her face as he pulled her closer. Her hands gripped his dress shirt, trying not to fall from the rush of emotions. Pulling away, his lips brushed against hers, admiring her features, how her eyes were still closed, face warm in his hands.

His hands fell off her face, only to find themselves back on her body, this time on her waist. Her eyes sparkling - or so he thought- looking up at him with a look that made it oh so hard for him to control himself.

"I take it, you fancy me?"

"Doesn't take a genius to figure that out."

"Oh, snappy, huh?"

She only giggled in response trying to push him away, only to pull her closer, "wai-heh-t your coffee?"

"Can wait, you taste better."

"What are you thinking about? You have been for a while."

Sighing he turned his head to look at her, her body was completely turned towards him, covered by the sheets, only the sheets. She was much more confident now, much more comfortable around him.

"I was thinking about how we met."

"Oh?" She gasped, scooting closer to him, snuggling into his side only for him to wrap his arm around her waist, "which part? The one where you said I taste better than the coffee I make."

"I said that last night though too."

"You did." Booping his nose she tried getting up, only to be pulled back down into his chest.

"Stay."

"I have work, Five, so do you hahahaa"

"How about we don't go anywhere-"

"What about tonight's dinner?"

"Yeah, about that, how aren't you a laughing mess by now?"

"Why do you think I was laughing last night?"

"Oh, i thought it was because of the blindfold-"

His words were cut off by her phone ringing, pulling away as she picked it up. Got off the bed as she took the sheets with her, to the washroom talking about how she'll be downstairs in 20 minutes. He sat up confused only to smirk at how the washroom door was slightly ajar- might as well shower, before starting their day.

He came into the cafe, fixing his tie, giving one of the employees a nod, "I'll have my usual." He said as he looked around, the place was busier now. Three years of coming here regularly, three years of his relationship and tonight they were going to meet his family.

"For our usual customer."

He glanced up at her and snorted, taking the cup out of her hands, "shouldn't you be in the kitchen?"

"Well, they said the resident old man was here, so I had to deal with him myself- hehehehe"

"No love, the laugh ruins the effect", he smirked at her pout, waving at her before walking off,muttering, "I'll pick ya up at 8."

Chuckling to herself she groaned, she was really not ready to meet them, all 6 Hargreeves. Especially since she had seen how anxious he'd get, irritable as well. She had a bad feeling about tonight, she was sure.

Just as he had said, he was at her doorstep by 8 pm, giving her that dashing smile when she opened the door.

"Well look at you, looking all edible."

"Pffft-"

"Come on my little giggly bean, the sooner this night is over with the better. If it ends well, I'll pat Klaus on the back, if not, I'll kill him."

"This is where you LIVE?"She gasped, staring up at the building, the pointing at the building on either sides, "All of this ohohohomygod." She hissed, gripping his arm, moving closer, if that were possible.

"Yeah, well there were almost nine people here before- anyway" his hand reached for the door which opened before he could only to see Klaus.

"Brother- Oh You must be Y/N!" He opened his arms wide, wrapping her in an embrace, smirking at Five who was growling.

Patting his back she giggled and pulled back, "You must be Klaus, Five talks a lot about you."

"Oh~ pray tell? All good things I suppose?"

Another voice cut her off as a smaller, paler man came into view, coming out of the living room with a smile, "Hello there, it's lovely to meet you Y/N" smiling in return she walked over to the man following him inside the living room.

"By the way" Five stared at her walking away before glaring at Klaus, "I dont talk about you- she was only being nice." Stuffing his hands in his pockets he stomped away as Klaus burst out laughing.

Upon entering the living room he saw that she was chatting and laughing with Victor, but that wasn't her nervous laughter. He was glad he decided to call Victor earlier, at least he'd be able to control the situation. An hour in and more people came through the door,

"Hey Brother." Luther waved awkwardly at Five who snorted, shaking his hand and raising his glass at him. "Been a while Luther, how was Paris?" He asked casually, leading his brother to where Victor and Y/N were standing near the fireplace.

"Y/N, this is Luther." Five lightly brushed his hand against hers, eyes gazing at her softly, as she looked at Luther and smiled, giggling- there's that nervous laugh.

"It's very nice to meet you, I know Five can be a handful." The big boy smiled, proud he made his brother's girlfriend laugh and comfortable around them. Actually, he hadn't seen Five like this before, he was calmer, tamer, at first glance you couldn't even tell that this man killed for a living. Here he was, staring at the woman he loved in the most affectionate way possible- and that is exactly why he knew Five could easily kill a room full of people for her.

"Hey, hey, where's the star of the night- oh! I know you, I've seen you at my gym!" Diego entered the space, putting down a gift bag on a table as he threw his jacket in a corner, "I'm Diego, you were...in my class once, right?" He asked not noticing Five's body stiffening, face contorting into displeasure as he glanced at Y/N.

"O-oh hahaha yes...I uhh .my friend asked me to join it for a day hahah."

"Oh who was your frie-"

"OKAY KIDS, BEN IS HERE, LET US GO HAVE DINNER!" Klaus broke off the interaction making sure everyone was going to the dining room.

She was the last one left with Five who glanced at her, she knew that look, he looked at people that way when he didn't trust them. Shit. "Five I-"

"That's where that hoodie was from?" He whispered, remembering the hoodie she was wearing the day they finally got together.

"Y-yeah..."

"Why didn't you tell me?'

"I-it was just one class, hahah"

"Yeah but I would've preferred being informed about you knowing one of my brothers beforehand and- would've preferred you telling me than him."

"I-"

"Five, you guys coming?" Klaus peaked in, eyes lingering on Five, having some form of mini stare down. Fortunately for her, he won, causing Five to sigh and nod. Turning to her with a small smile, "Come on...we'll talk later."

"What took you guys so long!" Ben gasped, sitting across Klaus who shrugged, "Lover's quarrel."

"You guys fighting?" Victor asked only for her to laugh, "n-ohono..."

"We aren't," he said as he poured her a glass of water, "We were talking and Klaus can't keep his nose out of shit."

Ben just nodded and raised a glass, "To the girl that popped our brother's cherry and is a great rival business"

She choked on her drink, snorting and gagging as the rest of the Hargreeves laughed at how their brother was patting her back, trying to calm her down, "IgNore them- THANK YOU ALL VERY MUCH FOR BEING NORMAL"

"HAHAHA"

"Normal, well I wouldn't use that word to describe this family."

All heads turned at the new voice, causing Five to groan, Luther gulped, Diego raised a brow and Ben exchanged a look with Victor.

"Allison" klaus stood up, clapping his hands, "So glad you could come, you're a bit late though-"

"Wait, you invited her?" Five cut him off, angry- no, scratch that he was pissed. He knew Allison had it out for him and she would do anything to f*** things up for him again, it took him 2 years to get out of the heat of the press. He could feel Y/N's hand on his, trying to calm him down.

Allison looked at Five and raised a brow, "Oh? And everyone can meet you new plaything and I can't?"

"Dont.call.her.that." he stood up, only for her to pull him back down to his seat. Countless nights, he had spent countless nights talking about how the issue with Allison had made the situation between the siblings worse- he would say she had a talent on "find you weak spot and making sure to press it ". And from the looks of it, she had found Five's weak spot, sitting right beside him.

"Please, I come with no ill feelings." She said as she sat down across Y/N, taking Klaus' chair. "Nice to meet you Y/N, I'm Allison."

"Nice to meet you too." She smiled, gripping onto Five's hand from under the table.

"Well, how about we have dessert? Huh?" Ben stood up, going to the kitchen to bring back a cake, "Since you're part of the family now Y/N, we thought why not celebrate it properly?" He looked at Y/N who was almost in tears, clearing her throat as she looked at Five. Five looked at her with a small smile, he had to owe it to Ben for making things a bit easier for him everytime. "Only if you want to..." He whispered to her, as Ben handed her a knife.

Not long after that, a bottle of champagne popped open, a few glasses down and most of them were at least tipsy. Standing near the fireplace as the music played around the room, Five was still a bit tense with Allison around, but the sight of Y/N laughing with Klaus and Ben made him feel a bit better. Maybe things would just flow smoothly- or so he thought.

"I'm going to the washroom," she whispered to Five who nodded after giving her the directions to it. With that all seven of them were in the room alone, drinking quietly.

"Nice girl Five." Diego smiled at him, "I'm really happy for you." He raised his glass at the raven-haired man who gave him a tight-lipped smile, "Thanks, Diego."

"Oh, she's a real sweet gal," Luther chimed in, sitting next to Victor who nodded, "Don't be yourself around her- at least not too much."

"I'll try not to be." he snorted, eying Allison who was quietly drinking in a corner, not really pitching in her two cents. She had been fairly decent after the first five seconds of the dinner.

"I'll go check up on her-"

A range of shots rang across the house, glass shattering around them as they fell to the ground. Victor was covered by Luther as Diego pushed Allison to the ground and covered her, "WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?"

"HOW WOULD I KNOW?" Five yelled back, crawling away followed by his siblings.

Scampering into the kitchen in the basement he looked at all of them, taking a head count. "Where's Y/N- SHIT" he was almost out the door when Luther gripped by the arm, "Are you out of your mind, you can't just go out like that-"

"I appreciate the concern Luther, but there is a civilian in danger, and WHICH ONE OF YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON US" he yelled at them, going to the kitchen cabinet and pulling out a briefcase, unzipping it. Spilling its contents out he tossed a gun to each one of them, stopping at Allison who sighed in return, "I know how to use a gun Five and no I did not do anything tonight."

"I know, I want you to get Y/N somewhere safe." he said as he loaded his gun and looked at the rest, "Klaus you're with Allison, the rest of you are with me, we'll split up after these two are out of the way- understood?"

"Got it."

Y/N was washing her face when the vibrations across the wall shook the mirror in front of her, hand instinctively going to her purse, Shit. Had they followed her here? Or were these people here for the Hargreeves, not that it mattered to her, at the moment the only person she could care about was Five.

Kicking the door open she aims her gun, taking a quick glance before walking down the hallway, the gunshots had stopped, but she knew they were here. She was unsure of how many people there were, or how loaded they were. She was about to turn the corner when the gun was kicked out of her hand, a man in a mask pointed his own gun at her, only for her to snort and dodge his aim with ease. Fighting in tight hallways was always fun, especially if you were as athletic as her, bouncing off the opposite wall she landed a hard kick across his face, watching him grip his jaw in pain as she picked up his gun, "Cute." she giggled before aiming at him, shooting more than once, knowing this would get the attention of those nearby. Just like that three more men came running down the corner yelling at her, honestly she didn't have time to process what they were saying, this was taking too long, and the longer it would take the more Five would be worried and the last thing she wanted was him to find out about her. "Okay, hahahaha, let's make this quick, yeah?" she asked, grabbing a baton off the body of the man on the floor as she ducked down when her assailant tried to punch her, kicking him in the shin and smacking him across the face with the baton. Giggling at the other two she groaned afterward, whacking the man's knee with the baton, taking the gun off his belt, and shooting the other one in the head, "HAHAHA I am so f****ed" she laughed hysterically, "He's going to dump me for sure- and IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT" pointing at the last man on the ground, her foot choking him.

"You're *wheezes* the crazy lady who laughs alot"

"Yeah...heheh..noho- shit I need to stop laughing- GOD WHy'D you havE to show up hEre? Huh?" she yelled at him, pressing onto his neck harder, "HHAHAHA Oh MYGOD- I GAVE 20 YEARS TO THOSE A**HOLES AND THE GOVERNMENT CAN'T LET ME LIVE A SIMPLE LIFE pfff" to anyone watching, she looked insane, like a woman straight out of a DC movie (Harley Quinn, minus the red and blue hair colour, laughing and killing off men with ease).

"They're coming for yo-"

*Bang*

"Oh f*** off...bloody bastard.* she tossed the gun aside, after shooting him in the head, turning around to yelp. Staring directly at her biggest fear, the man that she was very much ready to give everything up for. "F-Five...hahaha, what are you doing he-ehheeh here?" She asked, taking a step closer, only to stop when he pointed his gun at her. Expressions hardened, eyes cold and empty, she had never seen him like this- correction, he had never looked at her with this look. One filled with doubt and pain, with a hurtful pinch of disgust.

"Y-you're hurt." She whispered, raising her hands to show she was unarmed, eyes glued to his bleeding side.

"Well, my ego is a little bruised. I let you play me like a fiddle for over a year-'

"I wasn't playing anything Five-"

"BULL SHIT." He hissed, aiming right at her head, "That's why you went to Diegos's didn't you, and that day you didn't let me in your apartment, there was a body behind you, wasn't there? All this time. All this time with you and you've been lying to me? Who hired you?"

"No-" she whimpered, shaking her head as she lowered her hands, "I -I wasn't I swear- yes there was a body there and yes I went to check on Diego but-but it jahaha wasn't like that- pfffft- please Five, you have to believe me" she giggled, only to slap herself to stop. This is not how she wanted him to find out about her. "I- I'm sorry, okay! I wanted to tell you but I didn't know how- PLUS I'M SUPPOSED TO BE RETIRED- AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT YOUR FAMILY EITHER, I FOunD oUT MYSELF AND-" she gasped covering her face with her hands and groaning.

"Who else knew?"

"W-what?"

"WHO ELSE KNEW?" His voice boomed across the hallways as if everyone else was completely silent- or just dead.

"Klaus..." She whispered, staring at her feet, tears threatening to fall at any given moment.

"Of course he did." the man hissed, before lowering his gun and looking around the hallway, "Leave."

"What?"

"Leave, it's over."

"N-no Five wait, please-"

"Five, wait, listen to me." Klaus cut her off, running up the hallway, honestly, he was supposed to come to her earlier, but Allison and he got caught up on the lower flower when they were circled by the enemy. Of course, he had known about Y/N, his job was to be Five's eyes, the family's guardian angel- so yes, he knew about her little secret, kept it safe until she was ready to tell his brother.

"Not a word out of you" he looked at Klaus then at her " and I didn't tell you because I thought I was keeping you safe- whatever." He said walking down the opposite direction, only to be stopped by her, she was gripping onto his hand as if her life depended on it, "Please" she whispered with a tear-stained face if he could just hear her out.

"Don't make this harder than it already is." With that he yanked his hand away, crossing Allison by the corner, glancing up at her with a, "Guess you got your share of entertainment."

"What does that supposed to mean?" she yelled at the man who shrugged while walking away, before going to where Klaus was holding onto a sobbing Y/N. "What the hell happened Klaus? Y/N? Are you okay- oh shit, you really did a number on these people huh?" she sighed, looking around before turning to Klaus who looked at her with guilty eyes, mouthing, "I don't know what to do."

Two hours in, with everything a mess, Y/N was already out of the manor he stood by the fireplace, sighing at the burning sensation left by the scotch. He had told everyone to 'get lost'- even when Diego tried to argue with a 'just listen to her man' he responded with an 'I will shoot you, don't tempt me.' So here he stood now, on top of the rubble and the mess, somewhere between the shattered ornaments and glass, lay pieces of his heart, the heart that he had hidden away, oh so well- until she pulled it back out to the surface with her warmth.

"You know." Klaus entered the room, kicking a block of cement that must have fallen off a wall, "She really wasn't lying. She did retire."

"And you're telling me why?"

"Because I know you'll never ask her, block her out when she will tell you and choose to brood for the rest of your life."

"What d'ya want from me, Klaus?" He turned around staring at his brother who was sprawled on the dirty couch.

"To listen!! What did you expect? Five! God would somEhow juST SEND ANGEl your way? No scratch that- you really thought someone normal, someone not like us would be a good match for you? Like dude, if she couldn't do what she did tonight, you'd be brooding here over her DEATH!"

"She LIED Klaus"

"Well no duh! Look at you! It took you three months to even admit you like her! And the worst thing is, you have HORRIBLE TIMING."

"And you know all this?" He asked to walk over to the one seater across from him, sitting there with his legs crossed.

"Listen okay, so the day you brought in the coffee right, I read that little note and I was like nahh gurrl, you don't wanna play with this man's balls-"

"Okay, we're done-"

"NONON wait" he stopped him from leaving, "I'll tell you properly okay? So, yes, what I meant was that a civilian should not be involved with our family, so I went to check her out the next morning. Meanwhile, I had told Ben to get intel on her, I won't lie, it wasn't easy to get information on her, but when we did, turned out she worked for the government for a very long time, she just took early retirement. And that got me thinking, hey, maybe if Five does like her, it won't be such a bad thing cause she'll be able to put up a fight- if needed. Thing is, a day before she texted you that she was sick- I saw her snooping around our siblings, so after she left Diego's gym I approached her. She told me she was only suspicious that you were using her and the government had hired you to take her down- because word got around that she had retired and there had been incidents recently. I assured her that you were just weird and a little cray-cray in general but you liked her. So when you went to see her, and she didn't let you in, she was probably being well- assaulted at that time, which is why she called me right after she sent you downstairs."

"Okay, seriously, this is the seventh guy this week Y/N"

"Klaus, just get rid of the body okay, Five took the bag with the bloody clothes, I PRAY he doesn't check it."

"So, we burying or burning-"

"Do whichever, I have to go talk to him"

"Alright, I'll bite your hideous cake, why didn't she tell me hmmm? We'd been together for three years now?"

"Well, Five, I think you should ask her that yourself, no?"

"F*** you."

"I love you too"

To say she wasn't losing her mind, would be an understatement. Her laughter-filled sobs echoed around the empty kitchen as she took out various pans and pots. Chopping stuff as she chuckled, only to whine in frustration-

"You sound insane"

Instantly swinging the knife in the direction of the voice, the loud clang of it sticking tip first into the wooden kitchen door silenced the place. He opened the door slowly, peaking at her then turning his head to glance at the knife sticking into the door,

"Nice aim, would've actually killed me."

"Five what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to talk to you, that is if you want to tell me the truth this time," he said glancing around at the mess, had she been baking this entire time, what the hell? Sure, it smelled great but at this point, he was unsure if she was just stressed or lowkey insane.

"What do you hahhahhah- wanna know"

"Everything, from the start."

"Well, I was born, normal family, great and all you know." she said, chopping a giant block of chocolate in half, "Then one day, boom house is on fire, turns out we were just caught in the middle of a gang war- anyway, I survived, and let me tell you how kids are horrible bullies HAHAHA i mean heheh I know I have this laughing thing but hHAHHA hohohorible kids-"

"You're derailing."

"S-sorry. Anyway, at 10 I was approached by a lady who offered me a deal, a life of full luxury in return for my services- at first I thought she was a bad bad lady y'know, but turned out she was a government lady-"

"Even worse."

"I.KNow. anyway, 20 years into service, I finally retire, all's good until you pop up at night. And let's be honest, I thought you were here to kill me right." she pointed at him with the knife, "In the suit and all, but then you just wanted coffee and then I gave you coffee but for some reason, you just wouldn't get out of my head and-"

"Again, derailing love."

Slamming the knife down she glared at him, "NO. I'M NOT. BECAUSE THOSE F***ERS THINK WE'RE COLLUDING OR SOMETHING AND EVERY OTHER BAD GUY THINKS I'M AN EASY TARGET AND ALL I WANT TO DO IS BAKE AND MAKE MY COFFEE BREWS IN PEACE BUT NOOOOO IF I HAD TO FALL IN LOVE WITH A MAN, IT HAD TO BE YOU! FIVE F****ING HARGREEVES, THE SAME MAN WHO WAS LYING TO ME LIKE I WAS LYING TO HIM."

"....Are you?"

"Am I what Five?" she sighed.

"In love with me."

"No, I was baking an apology cake for my deceased parents- OFCOURSE I AM"

"You could've just brought me a coffee you know," he muttered, taking his coat off, rolling his sleeves up as he came and stood next to her. "What are you doing?" she asked, peering up at him confused.

"Well, I'd like to help you bake, I don't really have any experience, but I can assist you." he smiled down at her, watching her let out a nervous giggle.

"So, I'm forgiven?"

"Was never really mad at you...was mad at myself for having such poor skills to not see the signs before."

"Yeah- you're preeeettty slow heheh"

"Okay, no need to test the water, hmm love? Anyway, this cake isn't for me anymore, I want to bake an apology cake for Allison?"

"Oh, why is that?"

As Five stared at Klaus, telling him to go to her, he shook his head, muttering a no. He was in no mood of going to see her right now, or ever again- fk everything man. That is until a third person joined them, "She wasn't lying you know, I'm an actress I can tell."

"Thank you for your expert opinion, sister mine, but I don't care."

"You know Five," she began, sitting down next to Klaus, "I don't you're mad at her, no, I think you're mad at yourself. The great Five Hargreeves, Reginald's favorite child was duped by a government agent for three years in a row. I bet, if tonight didn't happen, you still wouldn't have figured it out-"

"Allison" Klaus hissed, "you're not helping."

"Aren't I Klaus? I mean, we always have to cope with him, no? Make sure everyone meets his expectations, catch up with Five, and for once, someone out there actually outraces him and this little bitch can't handle it?"

Klaus looked at Five who was glaring at Allison who was merrily glaring back at him.

"What do you want Allison?"

"For you to accept the truth Five, I'll be gone by morning and won't see you until one of you die or gets married. But Y/N, well you won't see her ever after tonight if you don't go to her now."

"And that's why I came tonight- hard to say I can't stand her, but she was right." he shrugged, grabbing onto the pipe of frosting, staring at it as she took the cake out of the oven. "That's very sweet of her...twisted, but very sweet. She wasn't wrong though, I was just planning on leaving you the cake and disappearing." Placing it on the rack to cool down she side, wiping her hands with the apron, looked up at him staring at the baby blue frosting pipe.

"What's wrong?" she asked, confused.

"I've known you for three years, yet, we've never used frosting."

"Not.in.my.kitchen."

"Upstairs?"

"....Hahaha- the cake needs an hour to cool down anyway" she wrestled with her apron, leaving the kitchen as he followed suit, throwing his apron somewhere in the process, going upstairs as they let the cake cool down.

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A/N:

Okay, so this is a bit different from my usual writing, it's a different AU- please go easy sobs (I'm sick- yes im using that card)

HOLY SHIT THIS WAS LONG HAHAHAH - I WAS DONE WITH THIS THREE DAYS AGO- but everyone took away my electronics due to Covid. ANYWAY- @rpses I really really hope you like it. It's a bit different from my usual ones, as it's a different AU.

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mossyshadows · 2 years ago

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yenna what do you think about [indie/mainstream/popular alike] authors doing a 5 star rating and a review of their book on goodreads? JSMSSJSJSH i feel like im going crazy because i get so miffed about it because i do love me some obscure writer publishing a book THEN disappearing afterwards only to pop up again WHEN they publish another book. but it feels like modern authors today HAVE TO HAVE their presence announced alongside their book. like they won’t allow the book to be its own creature and explain what it is, why they wrote it blah blah. it genuinely turns me off :-( like they would be “well. Here it is. My book. i know rating it 5 stars as the author is a bit funny haha but I’m proud of it” uhm 😐😐😐😐 okay then, And THIS behavior is especially exhibited by white authors all the damn time like. are u contributing to the ratio because you knoooow someone will rate it 1 or 2 stars?? Hmmm????

hi anon! hmm you've asked me what i think so taking this as permission to just ramble you've been warned :-) sorry to everyone else

tbh i think a huge part of contemp authors 'having to have a presence announced alongside their book' as you put it, might just be the consequence of social media being increasingly such a good marketing tool? the luxury of being an obscure author who can leave all their book marketing to their publishers and just dip is not something all authors are given the privilege of . particularly don't begrudge indie authors this when they're their own marketing team as well until they have built up a decent reader base!

like yeah some authors are insufferable online and clearly don't get any social media training or know how to talk in interviews but that's the perils of any group imo... you will have your authors who are able to talk on the internet without getting on a reader's nerves but then you will inevitably have your oversharers as well. normal distribution or whatever. (sorry i seem to want to go on a diversion about author personality influence on readers or whatever in the Social Media age soo bad... #relatability.. as an offshooting of death of the author perhaps etc..) BUT YEAH focussing on the topic at hand: i think giving yourself a 5 star review isn't the most annoying thing an author can do online & if they're not proud of their own work then who else ! sorta like when authors share that they've been nominated for awards/to vote etc, i don't think there's anything terrible w being proud of ur work and self promoting

re goodreads reviews in particular, i ultimately don't pay it much mind because i think all gr overall star ratings are ass anyway lol. and sure i really don't want authors in the reader review sphere and yes some authors sound entitled as hell (all the goodreads horror stories... i do love to read long detailed critical reviews) but i really don't think goodreads is really meant to be strictly readers only anyway when they have author account options (like a twitter verified lol) like it's owned by amazon ! it is trying to sell books! !

not trying to change ur opinion, we are allowed to have our peeves <3 but if it's negatively impacting your reading time, i'd say 1) discount gr overall ratings as anything of value because they don't mean shit. have you seen the books that win awards on there lmao 2) get on storygraph instead :-) no author accounts! no 'popular' reviews! like remember any author can become obscure if you ignore them <3

#asks #(..3. ignore white YA authors)#im procrastinating hello so writing a long ass reply to something that um. tl dr isnt a peeve of mine #letting go of goodreads as anything of value (beyond entertainment of long reviews and seeing what friends are up to) healed me .

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imnotwolverine · 4 years ago

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Wolfie’s Fic Recs | The Grand Library of Kink 1/2

THE GRAND LIBRARY OF KINK - Allow me to give you a list of treats to quench the unbearable thirst between your thighs.

>> Looking for part 2 of this list? <<

🖐WARNING: NSFW - SMUT below the cut 🖐

Author’s note: Let’s be honest. You probably are prowling the Tumblr grounds for the same reasons I am: there’s some darn good porn fics out here. And in the year I’ve been in the Cavillry, I’ve gathered a most wondrous collection of soft to extremely kinky fics. Time..to make a more comprehensible list of my favourites thusfar! (💦It’s long, so you better have some fresh panties at the ready💦)

In this library you’ll find:

Part 1:

Self-help 101

Cherry Popping Goodness

Vanilla With A Sprinkling Of Sex Toys

Vanilla - Toybox Special

Henry’s Hands Special

The Hook-up

Part 2:

Sensory Delights

The Triple Threat

Fuck - The Geralt Special

Take It Like A Pussy - The Napoleon Special

Hammer-time - The Walker Special

Cpt. Cunnilingus - The Syverson Special

Thighs And Canes - The Sherlock Special

Fem!DOM

Self-help 101

[This one’s all about the act of self love - solo masturbation]

Toys are for boys. Unless it’s in the bedroom..right? Almost The Same by @lunedelorient [Henry x Reader]

Mike can’t help himself as his gaze falls upon your lipstick stains on a beer bottle. Where else would he like those stains to be? Lipstick by @emyearns [Mike / reader]

A toy arrives to sweeten the lonely nights when Henry is away. There’s only one minor detail as the package is being unwrapped; she isn’t alone yet. Flying Solo by me [OFC x Henry Cavill]

I love fics written in Henry’s point of view. In this one Henry can’t take it no more. He simply needs to let off some steam; I Need A Woman by @chamomilebottom [Henry Cavill x reader]

This man gets caught..a lot, doesn’t he? You give Henry a helping hand as you catch him in the shower in Welcome Home by @rosethornsanddaisies [Henry Cavill x reader]

I wasn’t sure whether I should put this in the self-help section. So consider yourself warned: watch out..you’re in for a solo-lovin’ surprise in On Display by @ladyreapermc [August Walker x Reader]

Cherry Popping Goodness

[There’s a first time for each flower to bloom - loss of vaginal/anal virginity]

The bookstore meet-cute, the skipping heartbeats, and the fluster of cheeks as she just read a steamy passage of her book aloud. It’s the perfect recipe for romance...though there is one tiny, tiny... Her Minor Thing by @ladyreapermc [Henry Cavill x erotica novelist!OFC]

For one night only, gigolo August Walker will make all your fantasies come true. His specialty? Sweet, innocent little flowers. Velvet Chains by @littlefreya [August Walker x reader]

The morning after the cherry popping, a bud starts to bloom. White Honey by @littlefreya [Henry Cavill x reader]

This fic! This. Fic. I hadn’t seen I Capture The Castle when I read this fic, but it made me fall for Stephen so freakin’ hard that I kind of watched the movie straight after. It’s sweet, blushing-cheeks worthy and utterly cinematic. Bluebells by @yespolkadotkitty [Stephen x reader]

August Walker, a virgin? Well..there’s a First Time For Everything by @hope-to-hell [August Walker x reader]

Theseus didn’t mean it to go this way. But he was so thirsty - and now for more then just a drink of water. To Die of Thirst by @hope-to-hell. [Theseus x reader]

It’s Geralt’s first time and isn’t a Witcher body just a fascinating thing..hmm... Anatomy Lessons by @princess-of-riviaa [Geralt x experienced!reader]

I didn’t know bullet point lists could be this sensual and H.O.T. - First Time w/ Henry by @henchry [Henry Cavill x reader]

GOODNESS ME. Can first times be like this for everyone, please and thank you?! My Flower gives you squirt-inducing, sweet talkin’ Henry making the most out of this special little moment. By @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Wait till marriage with August? Highly unlikely....right? Uncharted Territory by @chamomilebottom [August Walker x reader]

Now onto some other sanctuaries to plunder. (Anal that is) Poker Night @foodieforthoughts [Syverson x OFC]

Lets @littlefreya’s words entice you into a new world as you and Henry finally pick the Forbidden Fruit (yep, anal again) [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And now we’re on the anal train, I do notice that men barely ever get any backdoor lovin’ from their partners. And I know, I know: most men are really apprehensive about it. But goodness can it be good! Sy has learned of it’s sweetness and reminisces that first time in Sy And The Sex Tape by @hope-to-hell [Syverson x reader]

Vanilla With A Sprinkling Of Sex Toys

[Couple’s sex with just a touch of kink]

Let’s start with a game. Written in the language of love (French that is), this enticing bit of foreplay gets the blood streaming alright. Invisible Touch by @emelinelovesjc [Henry Cavill x reader]

Is it time for my favourite poetic foreplay fic?! YES it IS! Ode by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether just does something for me and I can simply not explain - just go ahead and read it and see for yourself! [Henry Cavill x reader]

The key to good sex, is foreplay. And teasing during an event? You bet your sweet ass you can get Henry riled up. Tease by @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Ready for some myrrh mountain-esque, super indulgent eroticism? Read Confessions by @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Birthday sex

What do you give a man who has it all, for his birthday? A little boudoir, a little make-out on the couch and...Happy Birthday by @rosethornsanddaisies [Henry Cavill x reader]

Apparently boudoir pictures for Henry’s birthday is on y’alls mind! A Picture’s Worth by @sunflowersstan gives you a belated birthday present - but that definitely should not spoil the fun. [Henry Cavill x reader]

Home (coming)

For once, Henry is forgiven for his ungodly early alarm clock: it’s beach time! And Kal will be there too. Home by @chamomilebottom [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry, unfortunately, isn’t always home. In fact, he’s away quite a lot. Meaning it’s all the important to make up for lost time: Welcome Home by @geralt-of-baevia [Henry Cavill x reader]

And what’d you do if he finally comes home, but an impromptu surprise party is organised by his friends? Better Keep Quiet, baby. By @toomanystoriessolittletime [Henry Cavill x reader]

Does that come with side effects? When a 200 pound beast tackles you after coming home, you just might feel it in the next few days. Lust Worthy by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Home is also domestic goodness ( “Can I, baby?” He whispers against your cheek, placing a soft kiss to it, his eyes searching to meet yours. >> I mean..YES YOU CAN!! DO WHATEVER YOU MUST YOU HUNK OF A BEAR 😩) in this sweet ficseries chap by @lovelycavills: The Night [Henry Cavill x reader]

Tropes to lovers

Friends to lovers trope, anyone? Of Fck It by @tillthelandslide gives you beers on the couch, friendly banter and then WOOPSIEDOODLIEDOO. [Henry Cavill x reader]

More friends to lovers with one accidental wet dream while lounging on the couch with Henry. Dreaming by @yoursecretsmutblog [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or perhaps PA/boss to lovers? Thunder by @toomanystoriessolittletime gives you Henry in full Geralt gear and rain..lots and lots of rain - meaning it’s time for a ..😏break. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

One more PA story to get the storm in your pussy settled. Years after working for Henry, you send a drunk text and he Answers. In the flesh. By @toomanystoriessolittletime [Henry Cavill x reader]

Audio porn

Another thing I got quite attached to while I learned all about my kinks here on Tumblr, is audio porn. And what better than to have Henry do some audio recording for us thirsty women? Erotic Audios Present... By @thetaoofzoe [Henry Cavill x OFC]

More audioporn!Henry? @toomanystoriessolittletime has got you covered with Talk Dirty To Me, starring photographer Henry who has had.. a bit of a past - and doesn’t his voice sound terribly familiar? 🧐[au!Henry Cavill x reader]

Communication

Smutty fics practically always skip the “So what do you actually like”-part. Well. This fic covers it - and then some. The Interview by @peachyvulpixie. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And communication is very - very important. Especially when moving stuff around, right Henry? A Little Bit To The Left by @lunedelorient [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Communication is also key when you want to decide on sub/dom dynamics. Switch has daddy vibes, but in a domestic, confidential, well-established relationship. By @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or, you may just want to tell sweet Henry that it’s definitely okay to get a little louder between the sheets. Express Yourself by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

A thrilling ride

Want to “chose your own adventure” in smutty style? @sciapod’s got just the thing you’re looking for with BD Morning Energy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Sometimes it’s rough, sometimes it’s sweet, but ever and ever; it’s truly Henry. Read about various types of horny Henry in Shapeshifter by @wanderinglunarnights [Henry Cavill x reader]

Body/orgasm insecurity

This was a very personal piece to write. I have difficulty reaching orgasms, especially with a partner, so for all fellow ladies with the same little problem: Henry is here to give you some Riding Lessons between the sheets. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And I’m so, so glad that there’s at least a few of you here on Tumblr who can also get a little worried and even impatient between the sheets. Thankfully Henry is the posterboy of Patience, ready to unravel you piece...by.. delicious..piece. By @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Nipple love

Female nips get all the lovin’. But male nipples? Not often. Tease by @the-soot-sprite will make sure that is taken well taken care off. [Henry Cavill x reader]

Alright, and now for a little female nip-nip action, let’s dive right into the action. Rough lovin’, shovin’ Cavill is showing you how terribly fucked out he can get you in In My Thoughts by @jolly-polly [Henry Cavill x reader]

Horizontal vs. vertical sex

Shower sex is such a delectable topic to read about (even though in real life it’s usually awkward and impractical). Let your dreams bring you..after workout Showers with Henry by @darklydeliciousdesires [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or perhaps honeymoon shower sessions? Mirror by @tillthelandslide [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Did someone say honeymoon? Marshall remembers having to climb through that darn window the night before he married you and it makes for a super sweet, domestic fluffy smutty sex scene. And did I mention there was family right at the other side of the door? 👀 Locked by @fourmarkdove [Marshall x reader]

After all that working out it’s time for some food. But what would Henry prefer: ragu or you? What’s Cooking by @writingforhenry [Henry Cavill x reader]

Netflix and Chill

Netflix and chill, anyone? This Movie Night becomes a little steamy 💦 by @writingforhenry [Henry Cavill x reader]

It’s really difficult to watch tv with Henry around, and Freya gets a little frustrated with his incessant teasing; can a woman not just watch some Mindhunter in peace, damnit?! The Refund by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Play-time!

From game play to girlfriend play during an extremely boring day in lockdown. Confined by @darklydeliciousdesires [Henry Cavill x reader]

More game chair smuttiness? It’s Game on! Mic on! - And ..Eh.. wait..what?! By @thecavillchronicles [Henry Cavill x reader]

Is tickle-play a thing? After a long day where everything seems to have gone wrong, you just need a good shag and Mike will make sure you can Sleep soundly tonight. @emyearns [Mikey x reader]

Alright, it’s a thing. Here’s some more tickle play with Marshall. Laughing During Sex by @promptandpros [Marshall x reader]

Hereby I declare that hairplay is also a thing. And with curls like Henry’s..I mean..come on. Love So Soft gives you dry-humping like horny teenagers after a bad day - and yes..hairplay. By @princess-of-riviaa [Henry Cavill x reader]

Needy Henry

Sad sky eyes are in dire need of some medicine, but Rose doesn’t realise until she’s getting some action for herself that the best medicine for Henry’s malady, is probably not watery soup. In Morbus Et Salus by @fanficsrusz [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Drunk Henry is in need of a midnight snack. And it’s a good thing there just happens to be one in his bed. Drunk In Love by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x reader]

And the next morning he might just be a really, really needy bear. (My boyfriend, for one, is always EXTRA horny when he is hungover 😂) Five More Minutes by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x reader]

A few more

And five minutes is probably all you get when you have kids. But it just makes these little mommy and daddy moments all the more sacred. Close To You by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

There’s also not a lot of time when you’re in a limo, trying to get your groove on. 🎶Driver roll up the Partition pleaseee 🎶by @fanficsrusz [Henry Cavill x reader]

Now to finish off this vanilla segment: vanilla kisses! Lick Me Till Icecream by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

Vanilla - Toybox Special

[A special toy segment for you vanilla(ish) lovers]

When it’s play time - long work day or no - Henry better be prepared for some frisky business. On Purpose by @wanna-do-bad-things (also hell yes for including some toys!) [Henry Cavill x one very frustrated OFC]

More toys? MORE TOYS! Command And Obey brings you dom!Henry being a terrible teasing ass, but alas..it still gets you all kinds of wet *shrugs* By @wanna-do-bad-things [Henry Cavill x reader]

Perhaps need some dom!Clark instead? With toys? We’ve got you covered. By @poledancingdinos [Clark x OFC]

Now, let’s not forget about Henry’s favourite toy of them all. His bike. In Good Vibrations by @deathonyourtongue [Henry Cavill x reader]

You find Henry pleasing himself with something you didn’t even know he owned; a fleshlight. Henry’s Toy by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry’s Hands Special

[I can’t be the only one who has the hots for hands]

Having a bad day? Talented fingers belonging to one caring man of a Henry are here to let off your steam. Burn The Couch by @meowpurrbooks [Henry Cavill x reader]

I’m glad I’m not the only one who has a complete and utter obsession with male hands. This fic is amazing in every way. It’s got suspense, hands AND Henry; Idle Hands by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x Reader]

More handsy stuff is offered in this private drawing session. Draw Me With Your Fingers by @emelinelovesjc [Henry Cavill x OFC!author]

This fic? ..it’s hands-on work. I must give a disclaimer: I’m hard to please when it comes to daddy!fics, but this one I truly enjoyed. It perfectly rides (hehe) the fine balance between rough throat fucking, choking and usage of the endearing nickname ‘little fawn’. Hands by @twhstuckylover [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry’s hands are here to warm you up on a cold day in Finger Work by @yoursecretsmutblog [Henry Cavill x reader]

The Hook-up

[A little less established, a little more messy. But definitely h-o-t-h-o-t-h-o-t]

Changing rooms may just hide a Dirty Secret (and crotchless pantyhoses) by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Being toyed around, Henry can’t stand it any longer - and goodness where did he leave that darn bowtie?! Caught In The Storm by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x Reader]

Syverson is also not one who likes to be toyed around with, especially when you’re in the same bar wearing that deliciously short dress and his favourite high heels. Mine by @yoursecretsmutblog [Syverson x reader]

Dancefloor delights and popping buttons (is this a good time to admit I have ripped some shirts like that? *woops* 😅) - this quite exhibitionistic fic is an utter delight and I’m Glad You Came by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x reader]

Since this is steady-hook-up I wasn’t sure whether to post it in this segment or the Vanilla segment, but ..yea..it definitely deserves a read! Rules Of Engagement has Em and Henry coming to the realisation that a friendly hook-up isn’t all that easy. Especially not when one foul IUD throws baby dust in their busy lives. By @ladyreapermc [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Marshall specials

An old friend/lover shows up just when you find yourself with the predicament of a broken down car. Before you know it you’re having car sex with one curly haired police officer in..yea..a police car. A Perfect Shitty Day by @toomanystoriessolittletime [Marshall x reader]

OOPH you girls are in it for the Walter hook-ups. Forget That Asshole follows up after you had one particularly disappointing blind date. And thankfully a blue eyed sweater-bear-man is there to provide you some much needed consolation. By @penwieldingdreamer [Marshall x reader]

Sex on set

On set things might just get a little steamy, so might as well take ..*clip scene* ACTION! Touch Me Tease Me by @deathonyourtongue [Henry Cavill x OFC]

More on-set delights? Perhaps with a touch of embarrassing nerves? Directed By La Petite Mort by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether [Henry Cavill x reader]

>> Looking for part 2 of this list? <<

Artworks/edits are mine ❤️And as always: if you have more fic recs to add, share them in your reblogs/comments!

#wolfie's fic recs #kink fic library #fic recs #henry cavill sexy #captain syverson smut #august walker smut #napoleon solo smut #mikey hellraiser smut #stephen colley smut #walter marshall smut #superman smut #geralt of rivia smut

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years ago

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I came across that "reasons why women like non-con fics" reblog and I just wanted to share my own, if that's okay.

The reason why I read them (especially yours, as you are the only author on Tumblr I actually read lol) is to feel wanted - to be desired - and not exactly in a sexual way, I don't know if that makes any sense. I just want to be wanted by someone, anyone, even as a best friend: someone they would want to spend time with - talking, texting, sharing memes, music and funny videos - someone who'd create Spotify playlists for us; I want someone just to be with each other under the stars, on a rainy day, in the blazing sun, to share achievements and failures with, to practice my instrument and learn a new language with, to read a book together...

I wish I had someone who enjoys my company because they find me unique and challenging; someone they admire as a person - for my interests and thoughts and fucked up personality - I long to be someone who lives inside their head, someone they would spend time thinking about even as they are going about with their own business, someone for whom they would do things for, someone who wants my attention so desperately, perhaps as much as I seek theirs. I just wish my existence was acknowledged by someone who is outside my circle of blood-related folks. In short, I wish I wasn't so fucking lonely all the fucking time. I wish I was understood - violently understood with nothing else to spare - to the depth of my bones. Ugh it's pathetic, I know.

I don't really have any (can't keep any) friends, I have no one here who shares common interests with me, I suck at social skills (I'm Chandler Bing, I shouldn't be allowed to talk to people lol), when it comes to romance: men are either intimidated by me to come and talk to me and develop relationships and I'm too ugly to be liked for just my looks lmao, the friendly ones (even my family) who do talk to me often treat me like a failure (which I am, but anyway).

That's the main reason why I love to read your fics, and I especially love your bad-ass smart bitch capable of doing shit like running a business or just be aware of their surroundings reader fics; because I relate to their dumb bravery, and I like that their bravery and self-respect irks these horrible men (as a reader, I often choose to interpret their darkness as admiration in disguise, and I'm not trying to disregard your authority as the creator in anyway by doing that, not at all. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say here).

I don't just read them for the smut, heck I even skip the smut because that's how little interested I am in sex, you see. I read your works for the plot, the thought, the verbal and physical interactions, the movement of the light and the dark, the little details that you throw in here and there about the way someone smiles, nods, shifts, fidgets, etc. i read them for the soul. I read them to feel wanted so badly by someone that they would kill for it, even if it's me that they kill lol. I read your works to get into the headspace of the reader, her family/friends and the dark!character, to keep alive my flickering non-existent shadow of being wanted. That's why I often ask you such deep, and probably insignificant, questions about "what was he thinking when he did/said this and that" and "would he stay loyal to her, even if it's for the wrong reasons." etc.

Sorry about the rant, I just wanted to get it out of my chest. - MP💜

I'm sorry it took so long to respond but you made an eloquent response and this I believe would be a subcategory of the point you reference in the original post. The reasons are much more thank kinky or fetish and I think we need to allow writers and readers alike a little more grace and let people seek out the content they need and be a little less quick to demand explanations. We should understand the reasons for ourselves and don't owe anyone else a reasons why.

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goblinkingdomsblog · 4 years ago

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Assassin!Jungkook and his secrets: falling for Student!y/n - part 1

Members: Assassin!Jungkook.

Genre: mafia!AU, imagine.

Premise: Jungkook was sitting on a bench in some park, sulking from the recent problems that life had posed him. Then he saw you on your way out of college, and suddenly everything felt lighter, almost fluttering. Wait, why was his heart beating so fast?

TW: (S) = Safe for reading, (F) = Fluff.

Mafia Series Masterlist

Mafia Series Plot

"You are simply too adorable to ignore."

The day was cloudy, but too bright for there to be any sign of rain. The gray light coming from the clouds, slightly whitish, disturbed his vision a little. Jungkook snorted, shoving his gloved hands into the pockets of his black coat. That day was being a big pain in the ass.

Yes, a pain in the ass, just like Namjoon. The boss had given him an hour-long lecture for failing one of the missions, having hurt the Organization infiltrator too much for him to be able to be interrogated. It was just that when Jungkook found out there was a traitor among them, he couldn't help himself. He was desperate both for himself and for his colleagues, especially the 6 mafia members who were like family to him. If someone got hurt or died because of the spy, he would never be able to forgive himself.

After having heard the endless speech about "the need to remain calm," Jungkook was kicked out of Namjoon's house with an irrevocable order: "reflect on your actions and take a thought from it all".

He rolled his eyes, unconsciously pouting stubbornly. He wouldn't reflect a damn thing, because everyone should be grateful for what he'd done. He had given a traitor an unforgettable beating and would never regret it.

A cold wind blew, ruffling the leaves on the trees and causing several of them to fall away, like a gentle rain on the small children who ran and played there. Jungkook shook his head so that the leaves caught in his hood fell. It was when he lowered his hood to pull out a particularly uncomfortable leaf that you appeared.

Trully, you only appeared to him, because he didn't appear to you. You looked so distracted, with your head down and buried in a book you were struggling to hold, that it would have been impossible for you to notice a dark, sullen figure like him, sitting on a bench a few feet away.

You weren't a supermodel, but there was something about your face that was just adorable. Perhaps it was the set of features, which softened into smooth cheeks and sharpened into the tips of oddly cute teeth. Maybe it was the fact that the light reflected especially on the tip of your nose, probably thanks to a drop of water accumulated in the trees that fell there, as if a small star had landed between your eyes. Maybe it was the shape of your eyes, which managed to be sweet and smart at the same time. He couldn't tell, among all these things, which one had made him stand still in his place.

Suddenly, someone called your name, and you turned around, a cheerful expression replacing the previously serious one. You closed the book and arranged it with the others that were piled up in your arms, smiling at the approaching girl and boy. Jungkook noticed that you were students when he observed the direction you were coming from, which was the university gates that were on the side of that same square.

The boy, probably your friend, must have made some joke, because you laughed and punched him in the shoulder. Then, with a smart expression, you said something that made him roll his eyes, and minutes later he was helping you to put your books in the backpack on your back. The girl who watched you just laughed, having fun with you two.

For a moment, Jungkook wished he could participate in such a scenario. He didn't even finish school and never thought about going to college. But… it seemed a lot of fun to have friends like that, who could laugh without worry staining their features. As if life were good, and there was no need to hide dirty secrets in the shadows.

You said something to your friends, arching your eyebrows and blinking, your expression shifting to a sharper one. It was obvious that you had a teasing tongue, as your two friends blushed, covering their faces as they laughed in embarrassment. Even one of the little children playing stopped, looking at you with big round eyes.

After some minutes of conversation, you pointed forward, indicating a path you all would follow together. Your friends nodded, and you started walking away. Jungkook didn't want that to happen, but he couldn't help it without looking like a maniacal stalker.

When he followed you with his gaze, hesitating to let you go, you seemed to have noticed the attention. You turned your head and, over your shoulder, looked directly into his eyes.

He felt tense for several moments, not sure how to disguise it. However, instead of making an expression of awkwardness, you smiled. It was a brief smile that barely had a chance to glow in the gray daylight. Still, the corners of your lips lifted sharply but gently, and he swore it was the most perfect smile he'd ever seen.

He only realized that his heart was pounding after you had already vanished over the horizon, blending in with the people around you. He sat on the bench for another half hour, just thinking about what to do. Finally, he decided that he would apologize to Namjoon, simply because you and your friends had reminded him of friendship.

He also decided that he would be at the same park the next day, right when the students left the university. Maybe he could get one more smile of yours, so he could add it to his little collection of good memories. Because you alone remebered him of how nice was to have something bright in mind, to dispel the darkness that normally inhabited his thoughts.

What about a part 2 of this imagine? I would love to write it. ;)

The images used on this post are not mine, credits to the owners!

Kisses from the Goblin Kingdom!

#fanfiction #writing #imagines #books and libraries #bts #bts mafia au #bts mafia fic #goblin king #kpop imagines #kpop mafia #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #student reader

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bookofmirth · 3 years ago

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Hey Lele, how it was like to watch Moriel sink? You used to ship it, right? Do you remember what were you thinking to be the problem so Azriel and Mor couldn't be together for 500 years?

See, I was thinking here; it doesn't seem... well planned to Mor be a queer character, but when I think the possibility of Moriel being together and what would be the obstacle to put them apart, I can't think of anything but Mor being queer 😭 (Azriel being a "pau mole" is too incel for me to accept). What the hell was SJM planning, why did she throw Mor in such an awful and disgusting situation/story?

Oh boy, Maria. It was an experience. Let me take y'all back, all the way back to spring of 2017...

Actually let's go further back, to fall 2016. There were four major ships that were assumed to be canon when I joined: feysand, nessian, elucien, and moriel. This was months after acomaf had come out. They were accepted. Even though 3/4 of them hadn't happened, everyone pretty much assumed that they all would. There was no discourse on the topic. Just fanfic, fan art, headcanons, and memes. People may have disliked one character or preferred one ship, but that's just what we all thought.

Then certain portions of the fandom decided that they disliked Mor, and that they disliked Lucien, and that Azriel was actually a sad soft boi. They created this monster we currently know. This is beside the point, I just thought I would throw it in. This was a good six months after acomaf had come out, so people were just bored and overthinking and decided to re-examine the evidence we'd had for months.

So, when acowar came out, it was a MESS. It was a very different mess than the current mess we have right now. It was the kind of mess that caused a huge portion of the fandom to leave. Some of the major discourse around acowar was:

Mor's coming out - was it planned? Was it done well? Is she a lesbian or is she bisexual?

Moriel - was it planned? What was the purpose of all the longing looks and Feyre saying Azriel would be in love with her until the stars... something darkness... the sky? idk, it was a big quote at the time.

Azriel - how do we view his character now that we know that he should know Mor is queer? How can we see him now without thinking he's a total creep who just can't move on? If he loved Mor so much, how could he have made her scared in that High Lord meeting, and how could have participate in the ambush with Keir and Eris without telling her?

The IC - how could they have not known Mor is queer???

I think it's worth pointing out that these are still questions we can't answer and people wonder about. I honestly don't think that, 1.5 books later, I could answer any of those questions with confidence. That makes the Mor and Az choices in acowar half-assed, to me.

Pair this with other things that happened in acowar, such as the retcon of Helion being Lucien's father, and what we have is basically a clusterfuck of a book where sjm decided to change a whole lot of her earlier plans in order to set up something new. She decided on elucien last minute in acomaf, in her FB post she talks about that being a surprise and how Elain was someone Lucien wouldn't expect. Similarly to how Nesta and Cassian were in the same room and bam, that was done. I suspect that's why she made Helion Lucien's father - Lucien being the heir of the Day Court would allow Elain to live in a place where she would fit right in. (Also, the heavy imagery of Elain needing light in acowar, to be outside.) But again, that was something that came after the fact.

I think that Mor being queer was not planned ahead of time. I think that perhaps Azriel's characterization of clinging to inappropriate or unavailable women was consistent from acomaf on, but that Mor being queer was a way to "excuse" his behavior. Like you said, it's an easy explanation for them to not be together. And I hate it.

When moriel was still one of the major ships, why they hadn't gotten together yet was one of the major questions we all grappled with.

I will also point out that the conversations we had about moriel are the same conversations that are currently being had about e*riel. There are no true obstacles to it happening, so why hasn't it? Especially if, as e*riels claim, it has been building for 4 books? What has stopped Elain from dealing with the bond, if she actually wants Az? Has nothing truly happened between them in all this time? If they feel so strongly for one another, how is it possible that nothing has ever happened??? Moriel shippers had some very similar questions. I'm sure that some highly motivated soul can find some of those posts from back in the day on my blog because I've never deleted any of it. All that moriel discourse still exists.

But anyway, we know how that turned out.

At the time, moriel pining seemed romantic. Now, it's just a pattern with Az. Now, we have his behavior towards Mor in acowar and Elain in acosf reinforcing that pattern and the fact that it's not healthy.

#antielriel #acotar #acomaf #fandom lore #the maria tag #ask #ask me stuff #morrigan #elain #lucien #acowar #moriel #elucien

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glass-rose-paperweight · 4 years ago

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The Mysterious Case of Queerbaiting

BBC Sherlock

There’s one thing about BBC Sherlock that has never made sense to me. As I’m sure many of you are aware (and something I’ve talked about before), BBC Sherlock has been accused of Queerbaiting, of intentionally setting up John and Sherlock as being attracted to each other but never following through with that or even intending to do it. And it’s one of those things that has just always baffled me; I can’t make it make sense. A lot has already been said about the way things are portrayed in the show and what the subtext behind a million different things could mean (seriously, I love that I am part of a fandom with so many perceptive and intelligent people; watching the show is only half the fun) and how none of it makes sense. Today, I would like to use my powers of deduction get to the bottom of this mystery.

The way I see it, there are 3 possible explanations.

1. The Producers of the Show Queerbaited

I have to admit, this seems unlikely given that one of them is literally a gay man. Why would a gay man knowingly and intentionally engage in something like this? Why would a gay man write a script that constantly pokes at Watson’s sexuality if the only point was to make it into a joke? To say ‘oh, no, the poor straight guy is constantly mistaken as gay. Look at how defensive he is getting, hahaha, what a funny joke’. That just makes no sense. It makes no sense for Mark Gatiss to have gone to the lengths he has gone to within the show, from whatever direction he gave the actors so that they portray an obvious chemistry between Sherlock and John to having a jealousy trope at John and Mary’s wedding except it’s Sherlock getting Jealous over John’s ex commander to this interesting thing about the best man speech to Mary saying ‘neither one of us were his first’ or ‘the man we both love’ or ‘I know what the two of you could become’ to Sherlock putting John Watson face on The Ideal Man to all the gay artwork in TBB (I could not for the life of me find this meta even though I know I saved it, and I am so distressed) to a thousand other things that the fandom has discussed over and over and over again. Who puts that much effort into queerbaiting? Especially when you would have a vested interest representation? So, it just doesn’t make sense for those directly involved with the show the be the reason.

2. Higher Ups at BBC Told Them No

This seems much more plausible to me, however I still doubt it. I can’t say I know just a whole lot about BBC, but I do know they have tended to be on the more progressive side of things, and I just really can’t see any of the higher ups just flat out refusing to allow the writers to make Johnlock canon. The first season gets a pass because I’m pretty sure that openly same sex couples weren’t allowed in media at the time (I think it was allowed in 2011, but I’m honestly not sure. I’m in the US, not the UK, so if I’ve gotten this detail wrong, please correct me). But they had 3 other seasons and another 7 years to make it happen, and I just don’t think that the higher ups at BBC would have just flatly said ‘no’. So, that leaves the last explanation.

3. Someone Other Than Those Involved With The Show Stopped Them

The majority of the Sherlock Holmes stories are in public domain. Copyright expired in 1980 in Canada and in 2000 for the UK (X). This would seem to make it a pretty cut and dry case: in the UK, you can do pretty much whatever you want with the Sherlock Holmes stories. But it’s no quite so simple. The US works a little different because copywrite law isn’t the same (isn’t he US just great?). As it stands, there are still 6 stories today that the Conan Doyle Estate still has the exclusive rights to in the US. If I understand how the copywrite law works correctly, that would have been 14 stories back in 2010. But, that shouldn’t have affected anything going on in the UK, right? Theoretically, no. The Conan Doyle Estate wouldn’t have had any legal rights to coveting the characters and the stories in the UK. However, that doesn’t mean that those involved with the show wouldn’t have been extremely apprehensive of the power that the Estate wielded, especially considering the previous decade of legal battles. Only 3 cases are listed here, but the Conan Doyle Estate is very protective of its copyright of the work (as evident by the fact that they are literally trying to sue Netflix, among others, for portraying characters in a way they supposedly weren’t portrayed until later books). There were other court cases after 2010, however. A decisive court case in 2013 declared once and for all that the stories written prior to 1923 were completely in public domain and that a license wasn’t needed to create things based on any of the stories prior to those dates (something the Estate had convinced BBC of when they first created BBC Sherlock). However, an appeal by the Estate was later made, stating “Sherlock Holmes is a ‘complex’ character, that his background and attributes had been created over time, and that to deny copyright on the whole Sherlock Holmes character would be tantamount to giving the famous detective ‘multiple personalities.’” The appeal was, thankfully, thrown out. But it’s the attempt that matters.

Oh, and here’s a fun little tidbit, the 2 stories that have, perhaps, the strongest evidence of there being more than just friendship (this quote, this quote, and this quote (which was said after Holmes stated that, if he had hypothetically loved someone, he would kill the person that killed the person he loved)) come from the stories The Problem of Thor Bridge (the first quote) and The Adventure of the Three Garridebs (the last 2), which both belonged to the Estate in the US until after the final season of the show.

So, let’s get into the minds of BBC, for a moment. Someone has decided they want to reimage Sherlock in a new and unique way: modern day. The Holmes Estate has been fighting legal battles in America for the past decade and has won all of them, and has also issued the verdict that to make stories, you need a license. You say ‘okay’ and go along with it because you’re a big corporation that can afford to do such a thing. When the first season of the show airs, it isn’t legal to have openly gay characters, so everything has to be regulated to subtext. You outright state that being gay is okay because you want to let people know you are in full support of homosexuality, even if it isn’t legal yet. The writers and producers of the show are huge ACD fanboys and BIG fans of The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes, so, yeah, there’s some gay subtext. By the second season, hey! Homosexuality is legal! Except the 2 stories with the biggest indication of Sherlock and John’s attraction towards each other are still very much in the hands of the Estate, who has spent the past decade fighting legal battles. You may be able to pay for a license, but a lawsuit really isn’t something you’d like to go through. Whether the Estate has any legal standing to do such a thing or not, a lawsuit would be a long, messy battle. By the third season, a court case in America has decided that anything written prior to 1923 doesn’t need a license (damn, that’s 2 seasons of being successfully intimidated into a license). However, the two stories with greatest evidence still belong to the Estate, and the Estate tried to weasel their way into owning more of Sherlock than they should by arguing about his character. They probably wouldn’t take well to an openly gay Sherlock, would they? By season 4, the same problem still exists. Cut to 2020. Both of the stories with those quotes have entered public domain. But, uh oh, a month, a month before the 10th anniversary of your show, the news breaks that the Estate is filing yet another lawsuit, this time against multiple different parties, one of them being the mega corporation of Netflix (god, that’s some balls right there) that what they did broke copyright law because it portrayed characters in a way they supposedly weren’t portrayed until later stories, stories the Estate still owns (that is some balls right there). So you might feel the need to cover your ass a bit. Despite the past decade of saying that they characters you have portrayed are nothing but platonic, the fans don’t seem to buy it, and, in hindsight, there’s a lot of reasons not to. Maybe something needs to be created that subtly tells fans that they really are just looking too far into it. And, what great luck, a YouTube channel is asking you to make something for the 10th anniversary.

Is this what happened? I don’t really know. I have nothing more than circumstantial evidence and guesswork here to go off of. I’m not privy to the private thoughts of Mark Gatiss or Steven Moffat or any of the head honchos at BBC. I don’t know what kind of executive decisions are made in the best interest of the company. All I know is that the Conan Doyle Estate is hanging on to whatever copyrights they can possibly manage, that they are willing to level lawsuits on, quite frankly, ridiculous terms, and that having a lawsuit put against you is no laughing matter and that those whose work revolves around Sherlock Holmes and creating stories about him would want to tread carefully. This explanation is, admittedly, far fetched. But it’s the only one that really makes sense. It’s the only one that would explain why a gay man and a generally progressive company would have a show that has layer upon layer upon layer saying that there is more between John and Sherlock than just friendship, as well as a rabid fanbase that they know ship it, and still not deliver, even attempt to squash such mindsets.

There is, however, one final note I would like to end this on. I have talked before about how I think there will be another season, if the stars align and schedules allow such a thing. The best estimates of when another season might come out is 2022 or 2023, and I’m inclined to think the later year (god, that seems so far away). The year that the last story will become completely open to the public and the entirety of Sherlock Holmes will be public domain is 2023. So, maybe there is hope.

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michyreadsthenwrites · 3 years ago

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Plain Bad Heroines - Let Me Give You My Thoughts On This (Character Analysis)

**major maaaaajor spoilers ahead**

(Here we begin with the handful of characters from Danforth’s sophomore novel that have found their way into my heart and apparently, this Word document. It didn’t hurt that they were all women that love women. And I mean, they really loved women.)

· Merritt Emmons is easily my favorite character. She’s got that dry, sarcastic humor and air around her that makes it really easy to love her and hate her guts all at the same time. (If she were here, she’d tell us that this was a talent, not a flaw.) I felt personally affronted when characters in PBH didn’t like Merritt, like they were overlooking the diamond in the rough right in front of their faces. Then, like most things, it became pretty clear: Merritt Emmons could be one hell of a bitch at times. But it really only made me love her more. I realized that I identified with her. Yes, about being a queer woman that really fucking loves other women, but also because she was a writer that wanted her writing to stay true to how she wrote it, especially with so many people traipsing all over it and trying to make it into something it’s not. That was where I realized I loved her early on; when she pitched a genuine fit over who was to play Clara Broward. It was something so petty and childish, something so very me to throw a fit in a packed room of professionals when you have no idea about that kind of world and what it demands. But she fought for what she believed in, alright. Until she didn’t. This made me love her some more, incidentally. We got to see Merritt’s character development throughout the novel, and more specifically, we got to watch her bounce back and forth between the person she was too scared to be but wanted more than she could ever admit, and the person she spent twenty long years being; the person she was oh-so-tired of introducing to people. This constant shift between new-Merritt and old, crabby, prickly-Merritt was a very raw and vulnerable thing for us to experience as an audience. Merritt was certainly a lot more refreshing than every one of the overdone-Hollywood-types we became acquainted with within the book. She was mean and arrogant and wildly insecure, yet somehow confident and sure of herself, when it came to her work or her knowledge or anything that had to do with any book written, ever. A walking paradox, that one. Merritt was a good way to remember that real people, not built-and-put-together-by-Hollywood-people don’t always have their shit together, and they can’t always get it together by the end of a novel, albeit a long, six-hundred-page one. I think I’ll cut myself off here, friends. Not that I want to, but I feel we have a lot to get to in these pages, and Merritt Emmons can’t be the star of all of them (lord knows I’d let her, though). To sum it up: Merritt Emmons was the star of this book, for me at least. And I hope for you too. (This means go get your ass over to your closest B&N and buy the damn thing).

· Harper Harper is somewhat of a mystery to me. She was a major character in the story, as well as one of our three protagonists, our three heroines, and yet I have trouble finding her as authentic and outlandish as she tries to come across. What I’m still having trouble deciphering is if this is an intentional character flaw created by our Miss Danforth, or if Harper Harper really has nothing to her besides being completely reinvented and marketed by Hollywood. Even in saying this, I know I have to give Harper credit where it’s due. She’s a proud queer woman in the movie industry, as well as openly queer online and really with just anyone and everyone she meets. She’s known for various flings and love-interests of the week, which is still a gross misrepresentation and stereotype of (masc?) lesbians and how they’re emotionally unavailable and unfaithful, which again is a possibility of the author’s intentional writing, something that we can leave for further discussion. We do get a bit of a glimpse into Harper’s life – her real-life – about how her mother is struggling with her sobriety, how her little brother seems to be caught in the middle of her mother’s messy relationships, and how she really has mixed feelings about how she fits into her new movie-star life. That’s about all we get from Harper, though. And it really is almost enough realness to take away from the fact that everyone else in the world sees Harper as the face of Hollywood, as this thing of beauty and money and badassery instead of a real person. But still not enough. And I could be wrong, friends. I could be pulling all of this out of my ass because Harper Harper is a badass queer woman that took over the movie industry with barely any experience under her belt. Harper Harper took every room she walked into by storm, and she made everybody pay attention to her, and she became the character we had a little crush on, simply because she was that big of a deal. But nothing of substance, not really. Not ever. But perhaps she had been her most real self with Merritt Emmons, in between the quiet pages that we didn’t get to read entirely. Merritt, our dry and arrogant and favorite heroine, had been Harper’s favorite, too. The most credit that I find myself giving Harper is her aid in Merritt’s character development. She brought Merritt out of her shell in a massive way, though at times she did have a hand in driving her back into the said shell. It was flawed, their relationship, which is another authentic Harper Harper insight we saw, as little of it there was. They were hot and cold, on and off, but always so enthralled with each other. And while Harper seemed to have had an impact on Merritt (among other factors), it doesn’t seem like Merritt had the same effect on Harper. I could be wrong and do feel free to correct me, friends, but Harper Harper did not come out the other end of PBH a changed woman. She was not burdened with the weight of a life-changing revelation. She was Harper Harper, as she always was, floating and untouchable, the kind of woman you wished to know, maybe to be, but also the kind you see right through. They’re transparent, friends, that’s what I’m trying to get at here. And they tend to stay that way. And I realize as I’m nearing the end of this, that I sound harsh in my critiques and analysis of Harper. I don’t mean to come off that way, friends, I really don’t. The truth is I love Harper, she’s everything we wish we could be. She’s gorgeous and sought after, can land any girl she wants with the bat of her eyelashes and a lazy smile. But you have to remember, she’s everything we’re not. I can only speak for myself, friends, and I encourage you to speak for yourselves if you find you have anything to add. I never related with Harper the way I did with Merritt’s character, but that doesn’t mean that Harper isn’t a beautiful enigma waiting to be unwrapped. I just don’t happen to be the kind of reader that would know where to begin unwrapping her, if that makes sense. And because I’m afraid it doesn’t, I do believe it’s time to stop with the metaphors and wrap this up nicely for you, friends: Harper Harper is number two on my list of favorite characters from PBH, and that is not something done lightly or by accident. She was one of our three heroines, after all. And a proper heroine she was, friends. Don’t you ever forget it.

· Libbie Packard broke my heart more times than I count, friends. You’ll notice I have kept her maiden name, then. This is intentional, friends, for our Libbie never wanted to be a Brookhants, not really. It wasn’t towards the end of PBH that we learned much of what we now know about Libbie, and how it came about that she had been married (to a man no less!), as well as the very young principal of an all-girls school. Throughout their chapters in the book, Libbie and Alex, her Alex, were seemingly at each other’s throats constantly. There seemed to be a mysterious tension that we as an audience weren’t privy to – but it didn’t stop us from speculating. I found myself drawn to Libbie more than I did her counterpart, and I still can’t point my finger as to why. Libbie seemed sad, right from our first introduction, and Alex always seemed angry and cynical (as a queer woman in 1902, is there any other way to seem?). This might serve as a dual character analysis yet, friends. I’m not sure how much I’ll have to say about our Alexandra Trills, but Libbie Packard deserves a long sentence, or two. You know when something finally clicks into place and you can’t help but just let out a long “ooohhhhhhh”? That’s a recreation of how I looked when I read the explanation of how Libbie Packard became Libbie Brookhants. Learning that she had become pregnant with a baby she didn’t want was mind-blowing enough, and it filled in the blanks of how young, gorgeous Libbie had become the wife of a rich, old, old man. Libbie gave up her child was because she didn’t want to be a mother, and she had originally rejected Harold Brookhants offer of marriage because she didn’t want to be a wife, regardless of false the marriage was. And for a while, Libbie’s new life was amazing; she got to live with her Alex in a beautiful house and became the principal of a promising school. This was the life she’d always wanted. Or was that just what we wanted to believe, friends? Only at the end did we learn that Libbie had rejected Harold Brookhants offer (to live a quiet, queer life with her lover and without the child she clearly didn’t want) because she didn’t want to be tied down; not to Harold, not to anyone. If you think about it, friends, this was exactly the life that she had been living for years to come now. The tension with Alex had much to do with the circumstances surrounding them at Brookhants and the evil that was unfolding before them, but it seemingly had even more to do with the fact that Libbie Packard felt smothered. She was hiding secrets from Alex, secrets that she felt could destroy this already fragile relationship that they had between them. How vastly different it was to read and experience their relationship at the beginning of their love; playful and full of joy, both women giddy with the promise of something new and exciting. To compare that kind of love to the broken, tight-lipped, empty vessel of the relationship they now pretend to have is heartbreaking. And yet, completely understandable. Alex had fallen in love with the Libbie she wanted her to be, not the Libbie she was. Our Libbie wanted to be eternally young; playful and happy, bouncing from city to city with Sara Dahlgren in a sea of eligible bachelors (and bachelorettes!). It was almost a shock to discover that this life Libbie tried so hard to defend and protect was not a life she had ever wanted for herself. Despite this, she loved her Alex and her students, and devoted her life to them. There was that whole business with cheating on Alex with Adelaide the housemaid (don’t even get me started on that broad) but I’d like to extend to you, friends, the fact that I won’t comment on this. Queer relationships in 1902 are definitely not what they are now, complete with century-old curses and dead schoolgirls. Libbie Packard became the 1902-lesbian-headmistress version of our stereotypical bored housewife, stuck in a marriage that she secretly wishes she could be free from. And my heart broke for her, friends, it really did. But she was a heroine all on her own. A deeply intelligent and remarkable woman. Make no mistake, friends. Libbie Packard and Libbie Brookhants differ by more than just a surname. Our young, vivacious Libbie disappeared the moment she accepted Harold Brookhants’ offer, and this is indeed the sad truth of it, friends: Libbie Packard was gone before she could ever find herself. But Libbie Brookhants was our gorgeous, brilliant, queer heroine that never got what she deserved. So, friends, let’s all have a moment of silence for our dearly departed Libbie Brookhants… wherever she is.

· Alexandra Trills is a character that I don’t know where to begin with. Her end is not one that I saw coming, at least not in the gruesome and deranged circumstances that came to surround it. Or maybe, friends, I just didn’t want to acknowledge the clear downwards spiral that our Miss Trills had seemed to be heading towards. Her steadfast and growing obsession with the death of Florence Hartshorn and Clara Broward was apparent in every page we turned, and the following death of Eleanor Faderman did not aid in absolving Alex of her obsession with the one, single copy of a book they had all possessed at one point: The Story of Mary McLane. Alex grew hysterical in her investigation of the novel and whatever evil she believed it had brought to the students of her school. I remember feeling a bit hysterical myself at times, following along with Alex’s scrambled train of thought that never seemed to find a place to stop. She was right, you know, my friends. And now what does she have to show for it? A gruesome death and an eternity of haunting the same grounds, day in and day out? I may not have liked her, and felt like she had been the reason Libbie was so unhappy and stuck in a life that she did not want, but the way Alex’s story had ended really did take me by surprise and break my heart. She deserved a better ending than what she got; she deserved to reconcile and fix her strained relationship with Libbie. Damn it, they deserved to live quiet, happy lives with each other. Neither of them got the endings that they deserved, and God, did they deserve plenty. This, friends, is the hill I choose to die on tonight.

Alright, friends, this is it for my character analysis of Emily Danforth’s Plain Bad Heroines! I have a special place in my heart for book characters that you can relate with (or characters that just really make you love them). The way that Emily Danforth brought our heroines to life was remarkable and highly impressive (I say this because it’s decidedly been a while since any book character(s) have weaseled their fictional way into my little heart). It’s rare that I give a book five stars (check out my Goodreads reviews) (oh god, please don’t), and yet halfway through PBH, I knew that this book deserved it. Good book characters are the ones that stick with you long after you’ve closed the book on them, and our heroines are stuck with me. And believe me, friends, I’m certainly not complaining.

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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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The Stand In Chapter Two

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Your finally about to film your first scene for a teaser and things have just became real but how are you going to get through make up along side Henry for hours without fangirling? especially when he keeps staring at you like that?

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

A/n: so got a few people that like this idea which really shocked me. I'm trying really hard to make y/n one of us fangirls I really want you to be able to put yourself in this one. Like seriously if I had the chance to meet him I'd just fucking freeze on the spot go red scream and melt into a puddle of goo... I'd be way to anxious to approach him or ask for a photo..Any who enjoy this next chapter xxx

Taglist: @dark-night-sky-99 @thummbelina @sofiebstar

You yawned loudly as you trudged out of your new comfy trailer: which was actually one of those fancy ass tour buses. You grabbed your bag with a few bits in it...Phone, snacks, purse, snacks, script, snacks....more snacks. What?You got hungry!You opened the door wrapping your cardigan around you tightly as you ventured out into the dark it was freezing the cold air making you shiver. A four am start was always a shock to the system and today was your fifth, your alarms on your phone had gone of again and again and again, blaring and screaming at you. Since the whole becoming and actress and Lauren pulling a contract seemingly out of her ass thing had happened a few days ago, you hadn't seen much of Henry and Joey they had been busy filming and training.

You were slightly smaller then 'she who shall not be named coughDickcough' so some of the fight scenes had to be reworked...Yes at some point you and 'Geralt' were going to come to blows in a fight scene and you were bricking it. For more then one reason;

One. I mean come on the huge hunk of a man; the star of every single late night fantasy you've pretty much ever had!, tossing you around and possibly pinning you down? Grunting and growling the entire time? and your supposed to look angry? Hahaha no...

And two. Well Henry is a large imposing man and Geralt is supposed to be frightening in those scenes so...How the fuck are you gonna stay in character and fight him when your simultaneously scared shitless , remembering choreography and creaming your panties....Like fuck that's gonna be some crazy self control needed right there. If you get through it with out fangirling; which would be a miracle in itself you deserve a fucking Oscar. But that's a problem for another day...Tomorrow in fact. The point is you felt a little bad because he had worked so hard before and now he has to relearn it all and he has been working super hard on it..you don't want to mess up.

But that’s not to say you have been idle oh no! You'd been hard at work learning lines and undergoing your transformation from y/n into Keira which was completely insane. Once fully kitted out you would be....Well not you...But it was you, a super weird experience you were sure but you was looking forward to it all coming together. You had to wear a wig, your hair was just a little to short naturally skimming your shoulders. You were glad really you loved your lilac hair it took a lot of work to keep up with it!.

The wig was a bright blonde not as bright as Freya's hair for Ciri but still quite light, more golden then pale it was a strange color, hard to describe. The wig itself fell down to just past your shoulders in large loose silky waves and even though you had green eyes you were still going to get contacts, it had been mentioned that they want your eyes to be an impossible bright green, all the mages seemed to have bright eyes and you were no different. You were dreading it , you'd never wore them and have a thing about eyes...You don't like touching them or other people touching them eyes aren't meant to be fiddled with you know? ...You need them to see kind of?

Apart from that things had gone well the dresses just needed to be taken up a few inches and the rest of the transformation was mostly attitude , props and make up thankfully the make up was mostly highlights and color correcting that sort of thing. You walked across the set following the light emitting from the hair and make up trailer, you could see from here a few people were up and about inside. Within a few moments you were inside standing off to the side unsure where to put yourself or your bag ,it was just you and a few of the make up artists there. Holly was in charge of you, you got on well with her helping her out a lot before all this and was glad to have her as your artist she put you at ease which is definitely what you needed ,she came over smiling and directed you to your seat.

"So! Todays the day huh? Your first shoot you excited?" You gave a nervous laugh.

"Terrified more like, Its not long apparently they need a teaser for the character to go out and to stick in the trailer....I'm so fucking out of my depth it is unreal! Each day has been a whirlwind and I still don't know if I can pull this off...I'm not an actress" she stood behind you combing your hair back looking at you in the mirror fixing you with a look and struck your crown with the flat of the comb.

"Hey enough of that, you got this just go out there and give it your best. Joey was actually stunned when you did your reading he said he has never seen an actress like you before" you frowned looking around at her slightly twisting in your seat.

"Probably hasn't seen one like me cos I'm not and actress but okay I will bite..What exactly did he say?" She blinked at you leaning back waving the comb about shocked looking for words.

"You-hah? I don't even, you really don't even know how big a deal this is do you?" You blinked shaking your head as she was caught up in her own shock.

"Err no duh? Not an actress remember" you huffed she pointed the lethal comb to your face and make a circle motion she chuckled when you flinched and spun round twisting to face the mirror again.

"Talent. He and Henry were talking about you the other day, they couldn't believe that someone with talent like yours hadn't been picked up on. Apparently the way you just...Turned off your own personality shut down your personal feelings like that and became Keira so effortlessly is rare... Said it was like flipping a switch. A complete personality change like that with no prior training or mentoring is the holy grail. Untapped talent I think was the term used. Henry said he has only seen it twice before and that is saying something with everything he has under his belt... So trust me when I say your going to do great" you flushed they thought it was that good? Henry though you had talent.. you smiled feeling giddy blushing a little.You watched as she moved getting some leave in conditioner to make your hair behave itself.

"It's...It can't be that rare it just comes from having to hide anxiety...Can't let people know your having a meltdown...That’s all I was doing hiding a fucking anxiety attack!" She scoffed running a comb through your hair making sure the product was evenly spread through the strands preparing to split it into two plaits to hide under the wig.

"Babe I saw the video there was more going on there..Perhaps you should watch it and see for yourself It really was like watching someone flip a switch" You shook your head slightly resulting in having the comb waked across it again making you flinch

"Stay still! Its bad enough that you fucking washed it! I can't plait it if your moving!" You sat straight

"SoRrY MoThEr-ouch fuck not with the brush!!" She smirked and carried on plaiting the strands neatly.

"Did you bring your lines to practice?" You went to nod but stopped when she sighed tugging on your hair a little keeping the plait tight to your head.

"Yes I did thought I could get some last minute reading...I think I've got them all down tho" she nodded

"That’s good because your wig is a little late, they are dying it again...Apparently yellow blonde isn't right for your skin so your getting a white silvery ash blond now...A muted tone they said. Think its basically going to be a super light blonde with a lilac or blue tint, fucking wish they would hurry up and choose I need to settle on your face tones! Any who it should be here in about an hour" you whined

"I could have had an extra hour in bed?! Why wasn't I told!? You know your job would be a lot easier if I had beauty sleep!" She laughed loudly tying your first plait off with an elastic before starting the other one.

"I'm sure it would but you do know this is like a late start? Some of the scenes your booked in here for one and two o'clock in the morning~" she through her head back laughing at your pout.You stayed in the make up trailer for a while and Holly had called over to wardrobe about the delay so,thankfully your costume was going to be delivered over here which was less running about for you. So here you were in hot seat waiting ,there wasn't much you or Holly could do at this point but wait. She couldn't work on your face until she had the the wig on you for color reference. She had left a few moments ago promising a coffee on her return.

You hummed scrolling through your phone messaging your eldest brother and Mother who you had let slip to about your new drastic career change. they were trying to calm you down, knowing you well enough that you was getting yourself into wound up ball of anxiety and panic. You were so engrossed in your phone you didn't notice a certain bear trot in to the room until you had a huge snoot wedged under your phone trying to nudge your hands for some love. You jumped so on edge you yelled out as you was touched.

"OH FUCK WHAT IS-OOOH well hello there~" you looked around quickly then seeing you was still alone you decided to indulge and immediately placed your phone on the table in front of you and leaned back looking between your legs going gaga over the handsome boy. Kal was sitting looking up at you smiling panting away as you petted him on auto pilot. You blinked it took everything you had not to squee out loud somehow managing to keep it inside 'OH MY FUCK KAL! I'm like petting THE Bear... Wow he is so fucking fluffy!...Okay girl stop he is looking at you weird...That’s it chill don't scare him away...Good remember dogs can smell psycho....Cool and calm yeah he is just a dog...BUT HE FUCKING ISN’T THIS IS THE BEAR!' you leaned down cooing at him making baby talk as he lapped up the love moving his head to make you hit the right spots around his ears and chin. You managed to get over the fangirling and enjoy scratching the good boys ears digging your fingers in the thick fur enjoying the softness.

"Oh look at you!? So sweet huh?.....Are you a good boy?....Yesh you are! Cute baby! Getting your chin scratches such a fluffy good boy!" You giggled as he seemed to take your compliments to heart thumping his tail a few beats then stood up you followed rubbing down his back as he moved.

He must have liked your attention because before you know it he was climbing onto his hind legs leaning over your lap with his front paws. From there Kal had sneakily gone the whole nine yards, the happy Akita had some how clambered up into the chair with you making it squeak under the strain as he engulfed your lap still receiving his well earned scratches. You giggled at him moving your arms around him letting him do as he pleased rubbing his belly and chest he sat content leaning his weight on your chest pinning you to the back of the seat.

You grinned wrapping him in a big hug still twisting his fur in your fingers diligently showering him with the attention the good handsome boy deserved.

"Wow look at you such a handsome boy!... OH kisses to? Well aren't I a lucky lady" you moved at he tilted his head back licking at your face being a right soppy little pup, out for all the love he could get.

"Wow your lucky Holly hasn't done my face yet, she won't like you ruining all her hard work!" He pulled away and just panted happily then rested his head on your shoulder huffing. You smiled still hugging him rubbing you face into his fur. Then out of the blue his tail began thumping your leg in excitement. You pulled back from the hug and brushed your fingers through his coat seeing Holly and Henry arrive.

"Oh haha. Looks like Kal made a friend!" Holly giggled Henry sighed looking for him then gasped doing a double take when he saw the Akita draped across you sitting on your lap leaning his head on one shoulder as you petted him. His heart clenched a smug sort of 'that’s my boy!' he enjoyed seeing you snuggling the bear, it was something he could get used to seeing. He snapped out of it and made his way to you both.

"KAL! You what are you doing boy? Come on down!...Tin-I err Y/n I am so sorry... He doesn't usually do this... Come on Kal you big lump! Your probably crushing her!" Kal eyed Henry from the corner of his eye pretending not to here him huffing loudly past your ear. You smiled and waved Henry off trying to be casual as your inner fangirl raged pretty much foaming at the mouth. You was thankful that Kal was ignoring his dad as his big frame hid your creeping blush giving you the confidence to speak as you tucked your face further into him as you spoke quietly.

"I-its fine really...I...Y-yeah was kind of worrying about today he I... I think he sensed my anxiety...His cuddle is helping a lot..." Henry stopped his approach eyeing the two of you. He meant what he said Kal was well behaved and gentle but he never cuddled on a stranger's lap, not like he did with him anyway. But he knew Kal picked up on anxiety attack's and it was entirely possible he had wandered in here and wanted to comfort you. Henry blushed a little and took his seat next to you nodding trying to take in the scene before him as much as possible.

"Okay...W-well don't let him guilt trip you, that boy gets so many cuddles its unbelievable... Just..I-if he gets to much get him down...He knows he isn’t allowed on the chairs..hehe not that you can tell... Its best not to spoil him too much" you flushed smooshing your face in to the Akita’s neck trying to hide from the man who seemed to be staring yet again. He moved forward placing two coffees before you then placed his in front of him. You rose a brow at the two cups.

"I-I...ahem I wasn't sure how you'd want it-fuck haha... Shit.... I meant the drink....you-your coffee...Fuck... I didn't know how you liked your coffee" you blinked at him as he got a little flustered you groaned as you reached forward peeking at the cup as Holly moved about behind you moving her equipment around.

"Henry was already picking you up a coffee insisted on getting it treated me to~" you smiled and reached over popping the lids the first black the other with milk.

"T-thank you ...you didn't have to" his face split into a grin as he mentally pat himself on the back.

"No no your welcome! These four am starts are pretty brutal for anyone to get used to..." he chuckled as you moved over sipping the coffee slowly, you tried not to pull a face it was a little to bitter for your taste needing one more sugar but you didn't want to seem rude. An awkward silence fell over the two of you and he sat there staring, you kept taking small sips trying to hide more in Kals shadow.

"S-Sorry for the coffee....Its a bit bitter I know...Should of added more sugar"

Henry was kicking himself as the silence grew, great fucking brilliant the first time he gets you alone and he says something like that!? scolding himself and his own fucking stupidity. 'How you'd want it? What the fuck Cavill?! Smooth why not just come out and say how should I fuck you? Yeah wait a go!' He sighed leaning back in the chair eyeing you as you sat clearly uncomfortable with him there 'yeah and now be a creeper and stare that will fucking help...Still staring mate stiilll staring....SAY SOMETHING FOR GOD SAKE!' That did the trick he could see you were trying to hide your distaste over the coffee. 'There apologize for shit coffee!' That was his opportunity!"S-Sorry for the coffee....Its a bit bitter I know...Should of added more sugar" he watched with baited breath shivering as you licked at a small loose drip off your bottom lip and gulped. Definitely nervous... Or maybe you just didn't like him? That could be it! you did run from him and you flirted with Joey not him. Henry could feel a lump in his throat and felt a weight on his chest...Was that it you just didn't like him?...He hummed trying to ease the heavy feelings around him, his own anxiety starting to creep over him he clenched his jaw. No you had no reason to dislike him...You didn't know him he would just have to interact with you thats all...Make him self known then? And then? Maybe let you know he was interested...Drop hints?. He straightened up in his seat a wave of determination washed over him he tilted his head looking at Kal trying not to be creepy as shit.

"I err no thank you...I-its fine... Ive got a huge sweet tooth anyway..." he smiled you were talking, albeit quietly and stuttering but it was a start! He could work with that.

"I will have to...Err remember that for next time." He watched you spin the cup and frown slightly seeing the scribbled name on it. Shit you must think he was an ass! It wasn't your name it was his and Joeys nickname for you....Wow how could he think that was a good idea! You must think he'd forgot your actual name!

"I err me and-well that’s....Fuck" you looked at him a little sad. Yep definitely thought he'd forgot...Tinks had just stuck.

"Me err me and Joey ...well joey gave you a nick name so...it stuck I'm sorry you must think I'm a dick" you shook your head taking a deep breath closing your eyes then placed a false smile. For a self proclaimed 'non-actress' you did so effortlessly and supposedly without even knowing bottling up you feelings and slapping on a smile... He wasn't sure he liked it, faking a smile when he could tell he had upset you.

"It's fine...I don't think your a-a dick...H-how can I expect you to remember silly details like that... We did only meet once and you've got more things to worry about" 'and award to the biggest prick on set goes to drum roll...you ,you fucking ass! Fix it! Fix it now Henry! Look even Kal isn't impressed!' He quickly lent forward wanting to fix his fuck up like right fucking now!

"No! No nothing like...I mean its not a silly detail! Your name it's- y/n I know it! I know your name! Me and Joey have seen you around for a while he called you Tink's..Its after Tinkerbell!..A-a nickname just a nickname nothing meant by it!.....We called you it for so long it just stuck when we spoke about you and ....Well I thought it suited you so just sort of...Yeah.." you blinked at him then looked back to the cup.

"T-Tinkerbell?"

'Holy shit! They gave you a nickname oh my god! that’s crazy....Right focus girl see he didn't forget either he knows you knows your name!...Fuck me! life got weird quick' You bite your lip looking at him confused then glanced to the cup Tink's scribbled across it haphazardly. You smiled at it trying to fight down the building squeal of excitment, it was so sweet you it made you feel...welcome? You'd been worried that you being on the job now had put a strain on everyone. It seems as if everyone has had to work harder because of you and you felt almost...guilty like an inconvenience. Kal sat up pulling away from you then tucked his snout under your chin snorting into your chest. You moved ruffling the base of his ears lightly.

"T-Tinkerbell?" He smiled softly as you pampered Kal you must have started getting upset as Kal moved digging into you comforting you. He loved how Kal was helping you when he himself couldn't. He hissed through his teeth nervously and moved his head around slightly.

"Well...Yes Joey had seen you...And you reminded him of a fairy he just sort of started calling you Tink's you know? after Tinkerbell....It fits....Small and cute" you pressed your face back to Kal tucking your glowing cheeks. He called you cute 'aaaaahhhhhhhgggggg! Cute he. Henry-Mother-Fucking- Cavill called you cute! He thinks your fucking cute fuckingohmygod! Yes girl GET IT!...Right okay and chill woooo! Right yep done? done!'

"I...We will stop if you don't like it ...Its probably weird right?" You shook your head pulling away from his dog when you were sure you could pass the blush off as a chill or something.

"No its...Its fine...I-I just didn't think...You know cos of me you-everyone has a shit tonne more work now...Just feel like well..I don't know burden I suppose" his face dropped.

'you what? You thought you were a burden?' He blinked forgetting all his anxieties and nerves overcome with a need to help you, you got it wrong so so wrong he is ecstatic you were now his costar! He cant wait to get going! That’s why he is here nearly forty five minutes early! So he can get to know you he gathered you must be nervous and well...He wanted to be your knight in shinning amour....Or witcher in leather doublet a it were. Everyone who was 'in the know' was just so happy that you’d decided to do this, your saving The Witcher for Christ sake! But you didn't see it like that? He moved over grasping your hand without thinking,it was only when he felt you tense he realized he was touching you but by some act of god he managed to beat down a full blown fucking melt down trying not to dwell on how soft your skin was. 'Why it is so soft?....what does she do?...Moisturizer?.....Wonder if she'd let you watch?- WOAH OKAY THERE BOY SLOW DOWN!.....But she even smells ugh fuck could just eat this woman....Henry! Stop fucking sniffing her...Shes upset and your just here being so..FUCKING ...CRINGE! Seriously!?...Now would be the time to speak cavill...I mean you are just rubbing her wrist staring ...Again.' he swallowed managing to hopefully shake away his thought before you got too creeped out by him.

"No! No don't Please don't ever feel like that...Your not a burden to me or-or Joey or anyone here! Your keeping this going if it wasn't for you we'd all be out of work...I-I am really grateful for you choosing to help...I Love this role-this project and your the one who has saved it!...I know it must be hard trying to navigate all this but please if you ever need help or anything you can come to me ....Even if its just to talk ....Promise me if you ever start thinking or ever made to feel like that come talk to me...Okay I mean that y/n you can come talk to me anytime" Henry watched seeing an array of emotions cross your eyes you were still unsure but he would help. He would be there for you if it was the last thing he did, he wanted to be a colleague, friend, someone you could come to and confide in!

He wanted you to come to him if you got overwhelmed of upset he had already been speaking about the press tour after he was trying to make sure you were never going to be alone in interviews he wanted to protect you form the more public side that was going to be the real shock. Filming was easy you knew what you were in for but tv? Journalists and critics? Yes that was going to be... A wake up call luckily for you Henry was going to be all over you by then he hoped. When it boiled down to it he wanted to be so much more then a mentor and friend but for now he would work towards friendship and try to get one conversation over with out fucking up stuttering or blushing. You blinked and nodded slowly.

"Th-thank you for saying that-" he shook his head you didn't believe him and smiled what he hoped was sincerely.

"Its not just words I do truly mean it Tink’s...I'm here for you and so is Kal apparently" he smiled when he got you to giggled the moment of doubt truly passed as you snuggled the bear again. 'And breath...Well that went well...Fuck she is so cute with him, I should get a picture...you know to commemorate her first proper day...Would that be weird of him? Hey can I have a photo of you to keep on my phone please?..Yeah okay maybe not like that' it was sweet watching as kal quickly become your teddy bear. The pup seemed not to mind in the slightest just happy to be getting away with blue murder and get cuddles for it!. He had moved and was now resting his head on your other shoulder sitting up with his back to Henry, Kal was basically hugging you tucking your neck and shoulder under his chin to his chest.

Henry smiled nodding cutely seemingly pleased with himself as he pulled back then. He blinked quickly as if remembering something and sat up getting his phone out he was about to speak but was cut off by the sound of the door as it opened again it was then that Holly made an appearance, you didn't even notice she had left. You smiled happy feeling better in yourself Henry's words meant something you actually believed that he meant it. It was nice to know he didn't hold anything against you for all the extra work your arrival had dumped on him.

"Haha! Here they are one wig for you sir! And for the lady!" She placed two wigs on the table in front of your respective chairs, both of which were pinned on two wig mannequin's. You placed you feet on the bar sitting up getting a groan for one Kal who was comfy.

"Oh shush you" Henry huffed a laugh as you scolded the bear.

"Wow that’s... How'd they even do that?" Henry looked over to yours and whistled. It was sleek and very very light ah blonde you could just see a hint on lilac from the toner used giving the hair an almost ethereal look yet still a believable tone. Holly gushed

"I know right! They said they took into account your hair color now because of how it complimented your skin....Honestly it mean you wont need as much color correcting as before with the gold! And along side this these came to!" She moved producing a small pile of contact lenses boxes. You looked to her uneasy making some weird unconvincing sound.

"Oh hush love~ contacts aren't that bad! You just pop 'em in" you blinked and gave her a look.

"Yeah...pop em in your fucking eyes! That you need to see!...God they can't like slip back can they?" Henry and Holly chuckled and shaking their heads.

"No...They can't your lris is slightly bulged they sit on that bulge! I can categorical attest they do not slide back or get stuck...I promise trust me?" He tilted his head at you and you eyed the contacts 'well he has used them for a while..so he would know' you gave a slight nod

"Good I promise I won't stear you wrong! I normally wait until the hair and stuff is done and put them in just before make up, sometimes the hair on the wig can get catch them when styling and that is a bit uncomfortable especially if they move" you snapped your gaze to him

"M-Move!? B-but you- You just said they don’t!" He chuckled rubbing his hand over his neck.

"I-I well yes I did just say that...W-What I meant is they can't go to the back of your eye...But if you touch them once in they can slip just...Once their in don't touch them until you want to take them out and you will be fine" you eyed him carefully and nodded.

Holly moved about the room quickly switching make up pallets and the woman in charge of Henry's hair and make up came in with her kit opening it ready to get started. You couldn't help but be relieved in a way to have him turn and stat a conversation with her taking the heat off you. 'AANNDD BREATH...well that wasn't to bad? Sure you used kal as a hiding spot but the good boy didn't mind' you looked to the content dog still rubbing his tummy absent minded. 'Yeah the bear was happy, soo your first real conversation with the stunningly handsome Mr Cavill wasn't to bad....But fuck he thought you were cute? Oh boy that is just fucking mind blown! There you go girl you could die right now and be one very happy woman!... And he wants to help you! And you know I do think he meant that....He is very sweet, and he got you coffee! AAAHHHGGG! Like not dinner but the man got you food...Well food it was a coffee...Still he got it for you babe! You go girl!' Your thoughts were interrupted when a cheerful Joey made an appearance at the door

"Good morning! How are we all today?" You smiled at how happy he was. He got a series of replies from grunts to 'fine how are you?' He spotted you and laughed.

"Shit Kal? Pulling the moves already? You know she's twice your age a tleast?" The dog huffed and you petted him giggling.

"Don’t listen to him boy~ you be you...such a good little pup huh? Yesh you are...And your keeping me warm huh? Little hot water bottle....Yesh you are...You an sit on my lap any time good baby~" Henry chuckled out of the side of his mouth trying not to move as his make up artist began to comb through his hair readying him for the wig.

"God don't tell him that, he would never get off if he could help it, he love his cuddles...And snout kisses its why he is holding his head like that by the way...He wants kisses" you giggled and looked at Kal who was sitting still holding his cheek near your face.

"Oh baby~ you want kisses?" You quickly moved in peppering kisses on his cheek. When you stopped you laughed as he turned to you giving kisses back. Henry smiled your laugh becoming something he was determined to hear at least once a day!

Joey watched slyly. It seemed Henry was going to have Kal be a wing man...dog? In his journey of wooing you. He smirked he would help to! It was clear that you liked Henry ...Henry certainly liked you so it won't take to much pushing.

"So Henry...What are you doing here? Your early not meant to be here until five. " Henry froze and looked panicked and met Joeys eyes in the mirror. Joey smirked knowing full well You had heard Henry squinted at the singer giving him a 'what the fuck?' Look

."I-I wanted to make sure Tinks was okay...It is her first day...Dont want her to be in here going through the motions alone we are a team" Joey smirked 'well okay if that how you want to play'

"Thats very sweet of you!, Oh! Yes we need pictures! It is your first day Tinks!" He turned to Henry's artist who had just got the wig on. Leaning down he grasped the witchers shoulders squeezing.

"Can I brorrow him?" She smiled nodding with a chuckle Joey smiled and ushered Henry up swiping the mans phone from the side and handed it to Holly, who took it and stepped back as joey spun your chair around to face her.

"Do you mind? We need to document this, The day the witcher was saved!" You blushed as both Joey and Henry stood either side of you ,They each crouched a little placing their faces next to yours and smiled, Henry had tucked kal's head to the side so he could get a good view of you. Once the photos were snapped Joey looked at them excited.

"Wow! Henry you have to send these to me so I can tweet them!" You blushed as Henry nodded grinning then looked you his screen then to you. He could kiss Joey! Henry now had a reason to get your number, whatsapp ,face book fuck everything!

"I will send these to you...You know if you want, I mean you don't have to if Joey is tweeting them... But I could send them....Only if you want... No pressure!" Joey sighed watching the great white wolf fumble over his words still rambling. Even the other women were watching fascinated as the unshakable Henry got himself all flustered.

"You know make memories... A-along the way...You never know Tink’s could be the start of a completely new career!haha..." An awkward silence fell over the room as henry eventually trailed of with a nervous laugh. Joeys eyes fell to you, you sat dead still shocked then finally blinked snapping out of what ever thoughts were going on you were slowly blushing. You were definitely interested.

"I-I err sure you can send them to me... Here I'll give to my number..." Joey smiled nodding pleased with himself. That worked beautifully if he did say so himself. Henry sent him a thankful glance as you exchanged numbers. He turned as he had a tap on his shoulder.

"Oh god its time already? I hoped to get to know our Tink's...Oh well we can chat on set" he moved around you sitting on the other side of Henry and sat down letting his own artist begin.

You had sat in the chair for another hour or so getting tweaked then had been ushered to change in a sectioned off little changing room. You came back out ready to see Keira for the first time. Henry and Joey stole glances at you

"Wow...Fuck you look...Wow" you smiled at Henry shyly as he kept sweeping his eyes over you seemingly awed at the final look. If you were honest it made you a little self conscious. How could it not! he was; if you squinted, kind of checking you out..In a way? you avoided eye contact willing yourself to calm down as your heart pounded away at top speed.

"What he means is you look fantastic!" You smiled unsure and pulled at the skirt of the dress, your first scene with them was a party so it was very elegant it was designed to be seductive with a swooping neckline and swirling delicate detailing over the collar it was heavy to being made out of a heavy velvet material you were happy there wasn't any running you'd collapse in minuets.

"Th-thanks...Its heavier then I remember..." Joey smiled admiring the look."You look brilliant! Look Henry is speechless!" Henry swallowed dryly. Fuck you looked quickly then turned away... Wow... His fantasy was nothing compared to you here in full costume... Henry shook his head remembering every detail to recall later.

"Y-you look...Better then I imagined! It-she....Your..." you flushed a little and moved past him to your seat wanting to sit down and calm yourself being in costume had brought it home you were doing this...You were going to actually be in witcher as a cast member!. You sat down taking a deep breath. You could feel the anxiety .Shit. Kal popped his head out from under Henry and glanced up at you he was still sulking.

"What puppy?! I'm sorry...I know Holly is so mean huh? making you jump down like that" He huffed again ears twitching then he heaved himself up again and sat before you tapping you with a large paw, you smoothed your hands across him somehow just petting the gentle boy was calming you down. Henry and Joey exchanged looks Kal must be picking up on your nerves.

"Yes oh I know... But don't worry we can have cuddles after okay?" You said calming considerably as you spoke to him. Henry chuckled at the exchange and Joey piped up.

"Is he being a grumpy boy?" Henry tilted his head.

"No a needy boy I think... he has got a new favorite snuggle buddy" you blushed at that and soon Kal laid down out of petting distance. All three of you were nearly done...Well you were done, you hadn't until now seen the whole get up together wardrobe and hair and make up had been separate until now. You quickly glanced up and froze wow...This new wig was definitely better now, you felt... you didn't know it was completely strange seeing someone different staring back at you in the mirror.

"Wow....Thats-this is crazy..." you leaned in turning your head this way and that moving your hand slowly to your face, Henry smiled at you.

"Yes...It's always strange the first time in character..." you nodded to him dumbly still inspecting yourself moving to run your fingers threw you 'hair'

"So fucking weird"

"And about to get a whole lot weirder! time for these bad boys~" you whined at Holly as you watched her wave the slim box holing your contacts.

"Oh? please tell me she isn't getting blue? I love the green!"Joey protest was flattering as he and Henry came closer wanting to see, you stood awkwardly twisting your hands in the sleeves of your costume. Henry smiled opening your box peeking at the color

"Hey...They're going to look amazing! Tink’s you get green look!" Joey leaned over and smiled

"Yeah and they have that nice dark ring around the outside to! really going to pop...Well come on girl get them in we have what ten minuets?" he directed his question to Holly who giggled nodding. You gulped looking at the small colored discs warily...

"How? I've never...They're safe right? wont get stuck of something?" Henry seeing another opportunity to bond with you jumped up collecting his own contacts box Joey took a step back so you could et closer and watch Henry's lesson smirking knowingly as a stupid uncharacteristic grin spread across 'Geralt's' face.

"Here look its fine...Just hold it like this...And pinch it if it folds like this..see? Like that...Then its okay if it curls out and has a lip then its inside out." You watched as he gave you a quick glance.

"I-Inside out? wh-what happens if that happens?" Henry quickly tried reassuring you.

"No! its not-it will just be uncomfortable...Nothing bad will happen or anything its just irritable....Right pick yours up like I’m doing...That's it!...See...Then hold open your eye and....Just try and pop it in...You can do it looking down or up which ever is comfy, I'm used to it so can do it standing up right....And if it moved like mine just has...Typical! just look around and....There see! easy!" Henry explained his contacts lesson well, it did seem simple he let you watch as he placed in the other contact explaining once again how to put them in as he did. You watched intently blushing each time he moved in closer so you could see.

"O-okay...So just press it and it will stick?" he nodded and you bit your lip 'come on girl...that's it just like when you do liquid eyeliner stab your eyeball with it!' you looked to you mirror and began to poke your eyes with Henry and joey watching closely commenting as you did so. One Joey pep-talk and eighteen tries later you finally got them in with a tiny round of applause ,It was actually pretty cool, your eyes popped a really bright and had a dark ring that made your iris a little larger adding to the ethereal atheistic.

The three of you made your way out of the trailer as Geralt ,Jaskier and keira. You took a deep breath when you saw the cameras and lighting as you walked onto set.

"Fuck...shit, shit, shit" Henry and Joey slowed walking beside you patting your back. Henry wrapped an arm around you making sure you didn't bolt which you looked ready to any second, had you not been so panicked you would have clammed up under his heavy arm but it wasn’t on the top of your list of things to worry about right now. Joey followed suit holding you around your back squishing you between them and smiled down at you directing you to the frightening amount of people milling about doing various jobs.

you’d seen it all before but being behind the scenes was completely different to being in front of the camera you slowed until you was barley moving at all.

"Come on Tink’s" with his prompting Joey had in fact sped you up a little, he was stronger then he looked. You took deep breaths trying not to freak out as everyone turned looking at the new comer.

"Th-thats a lot of people.." Joey and Henry hummed in agreement

"Well its a big deal...you've been cherry picked from the assistants Tink's word has got around but everyone wants a peek.." Joey cheerful as ever chuckled into your hair as they got closer to Tomasz who was waiting for you all.

It was when you saw the director that you really freaked trying to turn around but they two men grunted

"Oh no you don't...Come on your fine"

"I forgot my lines" Henry scoffed

"That fine we memorized them for you to, besides why do you think Tomasz made you do improv?"

"O-okay....I need the bathroom" Joey giggled still helping guide you into the huge makeshift banquet hall

"No you don't its nerves" you shook as they continued ushering you out in front of the crew

"I'm going to be sick" Henry chuckled as bad as it was he couldn't help thinking you looked pretty cute panicking like this trying desperately to find a way to run off and hide.

"Again that’s nerves just breath...We wont let anything happen okay? just take a deep breath...Good now out your going to be fine" you did as he had said to focused on the upcoming filming to even squeal about him looking out for you.

Finally you stopped in front of Tomasz who smiled at you kindly.

"Wow...Look at you! perfect! absolutely perfect! Ready?" You shook your head looking around it felt like everyone involved in the projects was hear to see the stand in.

"No...Not really" he laughed and shook his head at you...You were serious....didn't he think you were serious you fucking was! You didn't know whether you needed to be sick, panic ,cry or use the bathroom.

"...Why are there so many people?" He eyed the crowd

"Well you did pull this whole production from the brink of collapse...They are bound to want to see to woman who has stepped up...I'm sure everyone has told you already but this is a big deal...I don't think I have heard of someone completely untrained taking a role like this. Any way enough chit chat lets get to work shall we?" you were shaking in Keira's boots but...By way the two men still had you stuck firmly between them he knew you'd have all the support you needed, once you started it would be fine.

"Trust me you’ll do fine" he turned with a huge grin

"Places everyone! Remember camera four you start now from the top a sweeping motion left you right? good!" You gulped stomach dropping soon Henry and Joey are moving to their cue's leaving you with one final squeeze and your left on your own wondering. How the fuck did this happen again?.

You took a breath closing your eyes tight looking down collecting yourself pulling a more confident catty seductive woman from within. Unbeknown to you a hush fell over the scene as you did everyone holding their breath waiting to see if you could pull this off.

Joey smiled from beside Henry and said something but Henry didn't even hear what the man had to say, he just smirked entranced as he watched you transform before everyone about to prove to yourself and everyone in the room you could do this. Its what you did last time you closed your eyes and when you opened them you wasn't there anymore.

For anyone who understood what it was, it was incredible to watch everything changed your posture , your aura, your presence felt heavy and playful he could feel it from way over here. When your eyes opened you was a completely different person you could feel it here and now there was no y/n; you was Keira through and through. then with a slow count down the scene began.

"ACTION" you smirked holding your head high. Here we go!

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