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Warmth

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Word Count: 1,500

Synopsis: Sir Crocodile is out for a walk in Arabasta with his pug, and he is stopped by a curious child who desires to pet them. As you, their guardian, approaches, Sir Crocodile is intrigued by your candor.

Themes: Sir Crocodile x gn!reader, mildly suggestive themes, spice hinted but not explicit, you have a child under your care named 'Yarin', Crocodile is a secret softie, the pug has been fan-named 'Esmeralda'.

Notes: I just wanted to write for Crocodile and see where it took me today.

Wandering the streets of Arabasta, leash in hand and peering down at the small creature attached to the end, Sir Crocodile sauntered throughout the dunes. A small, gem encrusted collar circled the neck of the timid pup, its whole body jiggling and shaking with every soft patter and touch.

As the pug puppy sniffed at a round, leafy shrubbery, a small giggle followed a high-pitched shriek of delight. Bounding happily over to both Sir Crocodile and slowly sinking to their knees, a small child sat at the base of his shiney, leather boots.

“Oh my goodness, mister! Your dog is so beautiful!” the little one spoke, Sir Crocodile taken aback by the immediate approach from the child, “May I pet them? What’s their name?”

Clearing his throat, and slowly tucking his golden hook behind his back to not frighten the child, he gently nodded down in affirmation. Immediately, the young child gestured out the backs of their knuckle for the tiny pug puppy to snortle at, waiting until the beast was ready to receive a greeting touch. At the small flicker of a pink tongue catching the child’s hand, they giggle and immediately go to scratching and enthusiastically massaging the tan and brown puppy.

“Her name is Esmeralda,” Sir Crocodile spoke out slowly, his brow arched up as he marveled at the interaction, “Or ‘Ezzy’ when she is behaving herself.” The child repeated the name back to the dog, cooing and preening at them while truly enjoying the soft bristles and snuffy nose.

“Aww, Ezzy is so cute!” they cheer up at him, “My house won't let me have any dogs there. I have always wanted one, but I haven't been able to get one-.”

“-Yarin, just what do you think you're doing?”

The child stiffened, their eyes widened in shock before a smile splits up their lips.

“I'm petting Ezzy!” Yarin calls over their shoulder while smoothing their jowls and squishing their cheeks affectionately.

Sir Crocodile peers up, his dark eyes peering at the approach of a figure rapidly sauntering towards him. He took you in, noticing your fluster and exasperation on your face. Your worn clothes were disheveled, your feet dusted with the sands of Arabasta, and your eyes were swollen with fatigue as if you had not slept for days.

“Is that what you're doing, sweetheart?” you coo down at the small child, “Yarin, I need you to help me with the shopping, okay my love? Say goodbye to your new friend and little Ezzy, and I'll be right over.”

Yarin let out a soft whine before hanging their shoulders and rising to their feet.

“Thank you for letting me pet your dog, mister,” the child expressed up at Sir Crocodile, “I really like Ezzy. I hope you have a nice day.”

“That's a beautiful thing to say, Yarin. Off you go now,” you encouraged, gesturing for them to go back towards town. Waiting until they were out of sight, you turned to the eight-foot tall, hulking mass of a gentleman clad in embellishment and wealth. Your eyes met with his, your own smile mirroring the child he allowed to pet Esmeralda with an easy elevation.

“I appreciate you humoring Yarin, sir,” you indicate with a polite bow, “There is not much joy found in a child’s life these days, and animals are truly a delight.”

“That they are,” he responded in kind. Esmeralda resumed snorting at the leaves by his feet before sitting on the yellowed sand. “Are you the child’s guardian?”

“That I am,” you again nod to him. His interest was piqued now, watching how you easily expressed your formalities with a learned politeness.

“Your landlord will not allow pets where you're staying?” he asked curiously, stilling his golden hook behind his back to shield it away from you. You narrow your eyes and quirk your head in response, attempting to read his intentions behind his question.

“No, sir. My landlord is quite controlling of his properties, to which I partially agree with.” You respond in kind, “I cannot hang a single picture frame of my family without the approval of the lord of Arabasta.” Your smile remains on your face as you now again to him, “If you'll excuse me, I must return to Yarin and ensure the groceries are handled appropriately. May you and your darling puppy, Esmeralda, have a pleasant day, sir.”

Finally turning to return to the small child, Sir Crocodile calls out softly after you. “May you and your child have the day of warmth you have blessed mine with.”

This stops your haste, turning briefly to gift him with another soft smile in gratitude to the well wishes he expressed. In lieu of the bored grimace he constantly held on his features, he reflected that warmth back onto you with a smile of his own.

This is where the unlikely friendship began between yourself and Sir Crocodile, the lord of Arabasta, landlord of your small cottage, and your current employer. Whatever you or your child needed, Sir Crocodile was the benefactor to your desires. That small kindness from a child that was not fearful of him, who saw Esmeralda before they noticed the scar splitting his face, or the hook embedded in his sleeve, became a treasured memory in his growing infatuation with you.

Lavish gifts of scholarships and school uniforms for Yarin, a new uniform for your employment beneath him, and sporadic gifts that depicted his adoration for you became a regular occurrence. Where you saw a man who cared for his employees and their families, he saw a lengthy courtship where he had an opportunity to express his kinder side. Sir Crocodile loved you, and he was happy for his romance to remain unrequited while you raised your child alone.

You never reciprocated or demonstrated your own infatuation for him, fearing you were reading into his luxurious gifts where only friendship was found. Instead, you were gracious and accepting of the comradery and rapport you found with one another. Organizing his life, ensuring he was cared for in health, and providing him with an ear to vent his frustrations was all you could offer him. This was enough for both of you, Yarin visiting your office after school to complete their homework with Miss All-Sunday, and you sitting at your desk and scheduling Sir Crocodile’s appointments.

Whatever life you fled from was smoke and forgotten memory, the new family found in an unlikely place solidified your loyalty to the lord you served.

This was enough for the both of you.

Until it wasn't.

It didn't take much prompting to land yourself on the knee of Sir Crocodile, lips colliding in a messy oscillation of need and lust. The passionate exchange continued from his office towards his bed chambers, both of you silently thanking the care Miss All-Sunday took to watch over your child while you found yourself entangled in Crocodile’s bedsheets. Flesh to flesh, heart to heart: you were his, and he was yours in each slow movement and passionate touch throughout the evening.

Morning flooded the room at the shift of curtains, the dunes of Alabaster contrasting over the horizon as breakfast was brought to the both of you.

Neither of you discussed the shift in your relationship, although his subtle lean into you and brush of his head against yours spoke volumes more than you could admit. Love, true and rich, was in the movement of his embrace with you. Breaking the silence, you turned to him and peered up at his warm gaze.

“Did you know then that this was where I would be?” Your hands found his chest, gently raking the tufts of hair donning his broad torso. Crocodile drew down his right hand to eclipse yours. Raising your knuckles to his lips, he kept eye contact while he kissed your skin.

“No,” he confessed with a twitch in his smile, “But I did know how I felt for you in that moment.”

“How did you feel for me?” you asked carefully, your smile beginning to tug up your features and elevated the swell of infatuation in your chest.

“That your warmth would ignite my blood with your presence, filling my cold heart with hope and joy as my dog gave to your child,” he whispered, releasing your hand and cupping your cheek, “And that I needed you cared for, in any capacity. Whether we were to be friends, or lovers, I craved that for you.” He drew you up to him, gently placing his lips to your forehead and stilling his breath with your own.

You arched away from his lips to your head, motioning up to press your lips slowly against his. Whatever lust there was prior, love consumed it. Lips moving softly and soothingly against one another, you found your peace in the arms and bed of the crocodile. The only thing that broke you out of your mesmiration with one another was the sound of a puppy’s bark and a high-pitched giggle of Yarin outside the door.

“We should get up,” Crocodile whispered against your lips, traveling his deep kiss down to your neck, “And see to Yarin and Esmeralda.” You nodded in response, hastily turning your head and claiming a more intentional kiss from Sir Crocodile before you allowed yourself permission to withdraw from his side.

As you tugged your attire over your body, he admired the litter of his lust that clothed your flesh. Each kiss marring your skin in a heart-shaped bruise showcased how deeply he loved you. As you spoke with Yarin outside the door, he honed in on your voice and your inflections.

He truly didn't know what to expect back then, walking his dog himself in the square. Whatever he had desired to achieve, he acquired something far sweeter than he hoped for.

He had you.

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cinnaleaf · 15 days ago

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ESSENCE OF US - CH 12: MAYBE, BABY?

Please read responsibly. This fic will get hot and heavy as the story progresses, 18+ only MDNI | READ CH 11 | MASTERLIST | READ CH 13

summary: a fleeting encounter with a mysterious Trent leaves you wondering if fate is playing a bigger match. your paths continue to cross in unexpected places as the fragrances around you mirror the growing tension between you. maybe it's just a coincidence..or maybe its destiny in the making.

warnings: FLUFF, smut (mirror sex), language, mentions of pregnancy, smau wc: ~8.5k song inspo: Me & Ur Maker x ¿Téo? ft. Maesu | Real Thing x Pink Sweat$ ft. Tori Kelly 💌: as always, anyone can read but the IG smau is how y/n looks TO ME

It had been almost a week since the infamous pregnancy conversation you had with Camille at Les Notes d’Amour. It was laughable at first, but here you were six days later..still without a period. That little fact took up residence in your mind, rolling around like a pebble in your shoe. You were a bit on edge to say the least.

This couldn’t possible be happening to little you – but it was.

Today, your unease only grew at the sight of the stack of Miu Miu clothes sent over for an event they invited you and Ezzie to in London after the Tea with T video went viral. Normally, you wouldn't consider yourself someone who would dive into the world of flashy events for the sake of digital consumerism, but you didn’t mind wearing the influencer title if it meant your younger sister could immerse herself in the fashion world she adored.

You slipped into a dark wash two-piece that sat snugly on your frame. The crop top hugged your chest just right, stopping just above your waist with the classic Miu Miu logo stitched on the hem. The skirt sat high on your waist, fitting around your hips and ending mid thigh. It would be a cute look any other time, but today..not so much. You were bloated as hell.

Okay, what is going on?? Did I give them the right measurements?

You were bloated to the point where the waistband of the skirt dug into your skin, making you extremely irritated off rip. You tugged at the hem and then the waistband, trying to shift things around like that would automatically fix the outfit, but nope. Didn’t work. You weren’t really feeling this outfit.. or any of them for that matter.

I can’t wear this… I look so bad.

Frustration washed over you as you stripped off the set and your eyes started to sting in a flurry of oncoming tears. You grabbed a dress next and quickly slipped it on, but it wasn’t any better than the two piece set. The fabric skimmed over your bloated stomach and it all felt wrong.

I can’t do this for nine months. There’s no fucking way. I can’t be pregnant..what the hell am I supposed to wear?

Irritation gnawed at you as every single thing piled up, making you feel worse. Rêveur was smelling weird to you lately and you couldn’t figure out why. You also hadn’t seen your perfume diary in forever, which held every single work in progress. Lastly, the possibility of being pregnant was looming over you like the darkest cloud. You bought the test, but you hadn’t taken it yet or even told Trent there was a growing possibility of pregnancy on the horizon. If you didn’t know..maybe you could pretend everything else was fine. Still, just looking at yourself in the mirror heightened the possibility even more. You huffed, not even wanting to go to London for the Miu Miu event anymore. If the look wasn’t eating you weren’t trying to be seen at all, especially if you really were pregnant.

Downstairs, you heard nothing but loud noise and rambunctiousness. Ziggy, Trent, Marcel, and Tyler were all lounging on the couch, yapping over a Boston Celtics and Dallas Mavericks basketball game. You made your way down the stairs, each shout and laugh grating your nerves. When you made it to the last step, you took in the scene: the boys were all leaning forward on the edge of the couch, eyes glued to the telly.

Ziggy got up on his feet, shouting and pointing at the TV, “You see Luka Dončić’s fadeaway?! He’s floating! Look at the form. Fucking legend! They call him ‘The Don’ for a reason!” Trent shook his head at your brother’s antics. “Nah. Tatum’s gonna come through. His stats are solid..he’s got the range for a win.”

Marcel shook his head and threw a pillow at Trent, laughing. “Delusional. His shooting is not that great. Luka’s working with a lot less and getting it done.”

Tyler was hyped by the back and forth, clapping at the telly like he was a coach on the line. “Luka’s got this..I’m telling you.”

You rolled your eyes, not knowing what the hell they were going on about because you were more of a footie girl. You watched them, annoyingly fascinated by how well your brother managed to integrate into their life so seamlessly. Ziggy had somehow found the time to come over for workouts in Trent’s home gym setup, but Trent and your brother spent the majority of the time yapping rather than training, aggravating you whenever they had a chance. It was kind of cute at the same time – no one would have ever known they hadn’t seen each other the past 10 years. They were nearly inseparable.

As the game intensified, Trent looked over at you and caught your eye – like he felt your presence immediately even though you didn’t say a word. He grinned and gave you a nod of acknowledgement, immediately perking up your mood. You walked over to the couch, standing right in front of their view of the TV just as Luka took another shot.

“Y/N! Fucking move!!!” Marcel yelled, waving his hands in the air like a mad man. “You’re not made of glass you know!” Ziggy reached out to give your a harsh prod on your leg, yelling at you too. “You’re blocking the telly! Get out the way! Can’t you go do something else with Ezzie?”

You ignored them and turned to Trent, tugging on his hand while batting your lashes. “T, baby... can you help me with something, pleaseee?” you asked, dropping your voice into a flirty tone. Trent didn’t need much convincing at all and got up immediately, completely immune to the complaints surrounding him. He gave you a kiss where your jawline met your neck and collective annoyed groans followed.

“Ugh, get the fuck out of here with that! We don’t want to see it!” Marcel yelled with a dramatic eye roll. Ziggy rolled his eyes too and pretended to gag while muttering something about Trent displaying ‘ultimate simp behaviour’, Tyler shook his head and crossed his arms, telling Trent he was beyond gone and completely whipped. You were unbothered by the peanut gallery full of haters and stuck your tongue out at all of them, reaching over to shove all of them in the head for good measure. “You lot are just jealous.” Trent laced his fingers in yours as you led him away from his boys’ night. Once you reached the bedroom, Trent looked around curiously eyeing the scattered clothes covering the floor. “What am I helping with again?” he asked, taking in the tornado that just ransacked the bedroom.

You let out a sigh, crossing your arms as you surveyed the hotchpotch of outfits, purses, and jewellry around you. “I need you to be my audience,” you frowned, feeling a pang of frustration. “Nothing looks right on me today.” Trent tilted his head, moving his gaze over your frame in awe like he always did when he looked at you. “I doubt that.. you look good in anything,” he replied simply, without a hint of doubt in his voice.

You led him over to the walk-in wardrobe which was now overflowing with your clothes, purses, shoes and half packed boxes. Trent’s eyes widened, taking in the scattered stacks of items that took over his space within the past week. You had finally taken him up on his offer to officially move in – you basically lived here already anyway, so it made sense. The more you unpacked, the more you underestimated how much stuff you were bringing over. You kept your apartment for now, mainly due to your instincts telling you to not fully let it go just yet – it wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, you did, but you always needed a plan B..and maybe a plan C. Even with all the packing, you couldn’t find the perfume diary that was still MIA. You turned your entire place upside down looking for it while packing, but you still couldn’t find it. The notebook had all of your handwritten notes, formulations and every scent memory you pieced together. It was like a personal archive for everything you ever crafted – the foundation of Les Notes d’Amour.

“I think we’re gonna need more space,” Trent gave a suppressed laugh, eyeing the collection of clothes and accessories that claimed the majority of what used to be his space. To make room, he moved a bunch of his own things into a spare room, just to make you more comfortable.

You rolled your eyes, feeling a bit moody. “Oh? Now we need more space?” you shot back. “You didn’t mention any of that when you kept begging me to move in. I can leave. I have my own space.”

Trent grinned, unfazed by your sassiness for now. “Baby.. I’m just saying. You have a lot of clothes.”

“No. I don’t. Some of us just have taste and like to wear more than trackies and matchday kits..unlike you,” you snarled back. It came out a lot ruder than you anticipated, but he was starting to get on your nerves, so your point still stood for now. Trent placed a hand dramatically over his chest like you wounded him with daggers. “Ouch.. that’s how you really feel, huh?” He still wasn’t all that phased by your moodiness, but he also wasn’t going to let you get away with it the longer you kept it up either.

You sighed, tilting your head back and ran your hand over your forehead. “I’m sorry..I didn’t mean it like that.” You started taking off the dress you were wearing, quickly eyeing for any other pieces that would make you look better than you felt at the moment. “Nothing I put on looks right…it’s really frustrating.” You could feel tears pooling and you lightly dabbed at the corners of your eyes, not wanting him to see how crazy you were for almost crying over an outfit.

“What about that? Put that one on and lemme see you.” He pointed to a two piece set that featured an edgy washed denim corset top that was laced at the front with a matching skirt that had a frayed hem. You looked at yourself in the mirror, tilting your head as you tried to picture wearing it to the Miu Miu event with your sister. Normally, you would’ve loved the look – but you just weren’t feeling your best today.

Hmm..maybe my man does have taste? This is cute..but I don’t know.

With a sigh, you slipped into the two piece set and Trent stood behind you, staring in appreciative amazement as his hands settled on the slight curve of your stomach. “Yeah..wear this one, baby. You look fucking unreal.” he murmured against your skin while he drank in your reflection through the mirror. “I’m a lucky man. I’ll never get tired of this view.”

You tried to smile, but him having his hand on that part of your stomach made you tense up. You were cringing internally, suddenly feeling like this was an impromptu maternity shoot. Trent noticed immediately and turned his head to look at you and not the reflection of you in the mirror.

“You okay?”

You nodded, pulling yourself from his embrace. “Yeah..just cramping. I’m okay.”

It wasn’t a total lie, you were cramping – but that was a symptom of pregnancy too. You kept trying to convince yourself your period would come soon, but the longer it took, the more worried you became. You were praying to every deity by this point, too scared to just check and get it over with for your own peace of mind.

“Oh. That time of the month again?” he asked, watching you as you avoided his gaze and tried to distract yourself by fumbling around with random clothes around the room.

You shook your head, “Um, no.. not yet, but almost.” You turned back at him with a forced smile, trying to change the subject immediately. “But..do I really look good in this?” you motioned to the two piece set you were wearing. “Or are you just saying that so you can go back and watch the basketball game? Be honest. I won’t get mad if you say I look terrible...are you lying to me?”

Trent burst into laughter and cupped your face. “Y/N, you would be pissed if I told you that.” He brushed his thumb over your lips before giving you a tender kiss. “I’m not lying though. You always look incredible. I almost want to convince you to stay here with me.”

You scoffed, knitting your brows and crossing your arms. “So if I did look a mess you’re just going to let me walk around...looking a mess? Without telling me?” It was meant to be a rhetorical question at first, but you kind of wanted to know the answer at the same time.

Trent was not winning this quarrel. Every question was a set-up at this point. He tried to stifle a laugh, realizing he was treading into dangerous territory. “Nah, nah. I’m saying you look good mostly. But you’re telling me you want me to tell you if something’s off?”

You nodded, still crossing your arms. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Don’t let me go outside looking crazy just because you’re scared I’ll be mad at you.”

“You don’t have that many bad days..so I’m safe.”

Oh, he fucked up with that one.

“Excuse me?? So there’s been days where I looked a hot mess and you didn’t think to mention it?” You leaned in and gave him a cold stare, feeling your irritation grow. There was no winning this for him and you both knew it. Yet he still looked at you with a soft smile – infatuated with every part of you. Trent scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, trying to quickly think of something that wouldn’t have you interrogating him. “Uh...no? That’s not what I meant. You just –”

Before he could dig a deeper hole, you heard the boys downstairs shouting at the top of their lungs about the basketball game.

“THAT’S WHAT I’M FUCKING TALKING ABOUT! LET’S GOOOO! TOO EASY!” Tyler yelled with way too much excitement. The other two joined in, clapping loudly and yelling way too much for your liking. You gave the nastiest eye roll and sighed. “I know it’s not that fucking serious..” you snapped, feeling your patience wearing thinner. “They’re being so loud..and for what? It’s just basketball.”

“It’s a pretty intense game, baby.” Trent tried to explain, but he was amused by your irritability and started laughing at you, much to your displeasure.

“Trent..get out. You’re annoying me so bad right now. Nothing’s funny.”

His smile faded and he moved his hands to your hips, pushing you up against the wall as he stared into your soul. “You wanna try saying that again?”

You let out an exasperated breath, looking at him like he was stupid. You weren’t in the mood for any of his nonsense, so you didn’t back down with the sass. “I said you’re annoying me. Get the fuck out.” You waved your hand toward the door, fully expecting him to just laugh and walk away, but instead he pinned your arms above you.

“Not keen on that tone of yours” he said in a low voice, his eyes challenging you.

You wanted to say something back, but you couldn’t think of anything witty when you saw the dominating way he was looking at you. You tried to keep your voice steady, but you started stammering over your words. “T-trent. Seriously...just go.”

“Yeah? You want me to go back downstairs? Say it like you mean it then.” he murmured, daring you to push back. He kissed your neck, making you suck in your breath. “I thought you said you needed my help?”

“Trent…we’re not the only people in the house,” you whispered shakily, trying to mask the effect he was having on you. “We can’t.”

“I don’t give a fuck. This is our house.” he breathed against your neck, pulling your skirt up to grip your ass. “Just be quiet for me, yeah? Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

You bit your lip, nodding as he took the set off of you. He guided you forward to position you in front of the mirror, staring back at your naked reflection. Your heart raced as Trent’s hands trailed down your sides. His breath ghosted over your neck and goosebumps appeared on your body when he whispered against your skin, his gaze staring deeply back at your reflection through the mirror. “Eyes on the mirror, baby. Just keep watching. Don’t look away.” He nudged your legs apart with his foot and slipped his long fingers between the folds of your pussy, gliding through the warmth easily with a sensual touch that made you tuck your lips in, struggling to hold back a moan. His hand kept working you and all you could do was stare at the reflective glass while he continued with hunger in his eyes.

“See?” he murmured, dipping his head to kiss the curve of your shoulder while his other hand moved to pull his shorts down. “I told you..” you could feel his dick spring free and push up against your entrance, “you’re beautiful. Now be a good girl for me.” You felt his lips twitch into a grin against your skin, savouring the face you made when he positioned himself to tease you before sliding inside; his dick deliciously filled you up and left you on the verge of moaning loudly.

“Trent..” you gasped, struggling as he began his thrusts in a smooth rhythm, each stroke more intense than the last. “I can’t..” You barely managed to get those three words out, much to his satisfaction based on the smirk you saw on his face in the mirror.

“Yes you can. Arch your back for me, pretty girl.” He slowed his thrusts to a teasing pace to pull your arms behind your back, leaving you squirming as you attempted to arch your back like he told you to.

Once he started thrusting into you again, you couldn’t hold back any longer and you moaned louder than you wanted to, but you couldn’t control the way he was making you feel; your head fell forward which made your eyes drift from the mirror. Trent stopped and one hand left your arms to grip your chin, lifting it to make you meet your reflection again.

“Nuh uh. Watch yourself.” he commanded. “I can edge you all night. Your choice.”

You nodded, wide eyed with tears streaming down your face from the intensity of it all as he resumed. He increased his pace, using his grip on your hands to buck into you harder. A string of expletives left your lips in a whimper and one hand left your arms to smack your ass. “Shhh..you can take it baby.”

“Mmm fuck,” you hissed, loving the stinging sensation. Your lips parted when you saw him look down to watch the recoil of your ass from his relentless thrusts. He looked back up at you through the mirror and gave you a sinful smirk and then licked his lips.

“T..oh my god” you whispered, catching your own eyes in the mirror when you saw how fucked out of your mind you looked. Your breaths came out in shallow gasps but he kept thrusting, knowing you were getting closer.

“Best view in the house. Y’know that?”

You were struggling to hold back, feeling the tightness in your core winding like a musical box. Trent’s grip on your arms tightened and held you in place as he pushed you to the brink of seventh heaven, but just as you were about to orgasm, he stopped. A strangled cry escaped your lips as tears continued to stream down your face. You tried to push up against him but he stilled you and released your hands. He snaked one arm around your waist while the other hand trailed up to grip your neck.

“You still think I’m annoying?” he whispered in your ear in a teasing, commanding tone as he held you against him. You shook your head ‘no’ in a dazed state, but he wasn’t satisfied with a half answer, he wanted to hear you.

“Say it” he softly commanded again, searing his gaze at you through the mirror. “Talk to me.”

A breathy whine escaped as you tried to grind against him again, seeking the orgasm he was skillfully withholding from you. “Nooooo. You’re not annoying. Trent, pleaseee. I want to cum.”

He hummed in satisfaction, brushing his fingers over your jaw and pressing soft kisses along the side of your neck, trailing up to your jawline. Then he brought his eyes back to the mirror, tracing every detail of your blissed out face and the curves of your body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. See how pretty you look like this?” he asked, his voice hoarse. You nodded, barely holding back the sounds threatening to spill over. Fucking you was one thing, but fucking you while speaking to you in affirmations had you ready to soak him immediately.

“Yessss, I see it. Please Trent.” you whimpered, biting your lip. Any coherent thoughts you had were long gone. Your pleas drove him further and he picked up his pace, bringing you to the edge again; but this time the tension snapped. He could tell you were about to let out the most sinfully loud moan, so he moved his hand over your mouth, stifling your sounds as you came undone around him; each muscle quaking and pulsing around him with the strength of your orgasm.

“Oh shit,” he strained, struggling to hold back when he felt the way you were squeezing him. His body trembled and you felt his dick start to twitch around you, but you managed to grab his wrist and push up against his hip bone to signal him to pull out just in time. You dropped to your knees and let him finish in your mouth. You touched the patch of skin underneath his balls that always drove him crazy and he groaned your name loudly as he spilled into your mouth, but then his head fell back and hit the wall behind him.

“OW! Fucking hell!” He flinched and grabbed his head like he was just knocked out by the world’s heaviest boulder, making you giggle.

“Aww, you’re fine. So dramatic, aren’t we?” You rubbed the back of his head, pretending to check for any actual damage but you both knew there wasn’t any. You let out a playful sigh as you smoothed a hand over his curls and pulled his shorts back up before giving him a tender kiss on the lips. “Thank you, T...but you were supposed to be helping me with outfits.. not fucking me. Now go. I need to finish packing.”

He eyed you with a lazy grin, still trying to catch his breath. “I did help, though. Wear this one.” He pointed to the set that was now scattered across the floor. You scoffed, patting his chest. “Fine. I’ll wear that one. Now go back and watch Luka Donkick or whatever name they keep screaming about. I’m fine up here.”

Trent laughed and rubbed his head again. “Damn. Not even going to offer me any ice? AXA staff treat me better than my own girlfriend..that’s mad.”

You raised a brow, crossing your arms and flashing a smug smile. “Doubt that. I don’t think the physios have you moaning their names..and if you are moaning their names, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Ahh, touché. You’re feisty today.” He laughed as he turned toward the door, giving you one last look before he went back downstairs. “I’m gonna see about extending the wardrobe for all your clothes.”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk as he disappeared downstairs, laughter and yelling from the boys followed shortly after. You glanced back at your reflection in the mirror, shaking your head and smiling with a loving glint in your eye. You were in a better mood all of a sudden, maybe all you needed was sex? Sometimes, all a girl needs is the attitude fucked out of her.

You made your way to your suitcase to finish packing, and you opened it – noticing there was a notebook that looked eerily similar to the one you lost. It was pastel purple, but it looked brand new. You scrunched your brows in confusion, knowing you weren’t the one who put this notebook in your luggage. You noticed your first initial was etched into the front of the notebook, followed by the last two letters of Trent’s initials. He was still keeping up with his marriage joke, of course.

Huh? What is this…? That’s not my initials.

When you opened the notebook, there notes left on multiple pages. The handwriting was unmistakably Trent’s:

I don’t know what all you had written in your other one, but I memorised some things. Maybe we can figure out the rest together?

Me:

Lavender

Geranium

Apple & Mandarin Orange

Vanilla

Cedar & Guaiac Wood

Sandalwood

You:

Vanilla?

Amber maybe?

I smelt marshmallows too I think?

Something else sweet..can’t figure it out yet

Us:

Bergamot

Cardamom

Pistachio

Ylang Ylang

Jasmine

Tuberose

Tonka Bean & Coconut

???

I read the other notebook a lot while you were sleeping..wanted to learn how your brain works a little more. Hopefully this one will be just as useful.

I love you for as long as the stars shine, my forever.

- T

You were shocked he wrote down the notes for the fragrance you were testing on him; you couldn’t remember all of the notes yourself, yet somehow he figured them out with his own nose.

Of course he’s annoyingly good at my job too. What can’t this boy do?

Finding yourself getting lost in the notebook, you read the notes and doodles he jotted down. He clearly spent a lot of time on this and his doodles were amateur at best, but adorably his. You ran your hands over his words, pausing on a drawing he added under one of the pages – it was a stick figure version of himself grinning beside a smaller stick figure of you. His figure held a football and yours held a perfume bottle – both of the figures hand in hand. Next to that, he drew what looked like a squiggly outline of Les Notes d’Amour and a bunch of happy stick figures lined up outside. Up above the stick figures, there was a tiny sun partially hidden by the moon with lines radiating around it like a beam of light. He tried shading the moon with messy scribbles to make it stand out against the sun. You could practically imagine him frowning and biting his lip in concentration, adding little details to make it as realistic as he could. It was almost poetic and made you feel like you were over the moon with joy. Maybe he didn’t mean to be so deep, but it felt like a symbolic capture of what you both found in each other: an unlikely pairing threaded by fate that just...worked.

You curled up with the notebook in bed, flipping through the pages and studying each detail Trent added with the type of focus usually only reserved for when you were at work. His handwriting was beautiful and his careful lettering reflected the amount of effort he used to write everything down for you. All the notes, doodles, and quirky additions had you smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt. Maybe you didn’t need the old notebook...this one was better. The longer you looked, the heavier your eyelids grew; eventually the lines and scribbles of his handwriting blurred together. You kept telling yourself you would read just one more page, but before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep still clutching the notebook in your hands.

Hours later in the night, Trent pulled you from your sleep with his voice. It was edged with unusual seriousness. “Y/N.” He shook you gently, trying to get your attention. “Wake up.”

“Hmm?” you murmured, still half asleep.

“Why is there a pregnancy test in the bathroom?” His voice was steady, but there was a thread of concern in his tone. There were only two girls in the house at the moment – Ezzie and you, he knew it couldn’t be for your sister. It had to be for you.

Your eyes immediately flew open and the grogginess vanished in a second. Your heart sank when you realized you left the test laying around. You didn’t want him to find out this way. You sat up in bed, avoiding his gaze because you felt cornered.

“Uhh...I’m just a little late,” you mumbled, trying not to let the conversation spiral out of control. “But I’ve been cramping so...I probably won’t even need it. It’s fine..no big deal.” You tried to sound casual about it, but you were rationalizing more with yourself than him. Trent nodded, slowly absorbing the new information, but he still looked worried. The dots were starting to connect for him like little constellations in the sky: the moodiness, the sass, your strange cravings for sweets and salty snacks. He noticed the bloat too, but as a man he knew better than to mention that. Plus, he loved whatever your body looked like. He didn’t care.

“You can still take it, right? Just check.” he said softly, studying your reaction. “May be better to go ahead and get it over with for peace of mind for both of us.”

You looked down, fiddling with your shaking hands as you tried to think of an excuse. “I’m really tired Trent.” you whispered, not being able to meet his eyes. “I’ll take it in the morning before I leave. I promise.” Procrastinating for a few more hours seemed logical to you at the moment since you were scared of what the result could be. He sighed, torn between wanting to press you further but not wanting to push you into an anxious spiral. Finally, he nodded and placed the test back on the counter before returning to bed to lay beside you to go to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up still feeling anxious. You were up at the crack of dawn, unable to sleep any longer. You grabbed your phone, hoping a doom scroll through social media would be enough to calm your nerves...but it made it worse. The moment you opened Instagram your heart plummeted to your ass. SpillTheBeansUK made a post about you, claiming to have a verified anonymous source confirming your pregnancy.

SpillTheBeansUK 🚨💥 EXCLUSIVE ALERT 💥🚨 Y/N PREGNANT WITH TAA’S BABY?! 👶🏽🍾 According to a very reliable source (you know we love a verified anonymous tip 👀), it looks like Y/N and Trent Alexander-Arnold might be entering their PARENT ERA! 💫 We can’t confirm specifics just yet but we’ve seen proof there’s a little Scouser on the way. ALLEGEDLY 😳

You read through the comments, not letting a single thought of yours settle. You never told anyone besides Camille and Trent. Trent wouldn’t send that in himself, that would be ridiculous.

But Camille...she wouldn’t. Would she?

You sprung out of bed to make your way to the bathroom to FaceTime Camille, not even checking the hour. You held your breath until she answered, her face popped up with tousled hair and a pillow crease on her cheek. It didn’t look like she was at home.

“Camille,” you hissed before she could even say hello. “Did you say something?! Have you seen STB’s post?!?”

She blinked back a couple of times, confused with your audacity to question her with something so ludicrous. “What?? NO! Why would I–” She paused and looked away from the screen for a little too long. Your eyes narrowed as you waited for her to finish, tapping your nails impatiently on the edge of the unopened pregnancy test box. She finally looked back at the screen, whispering. “Y/N, I would NEVER,” she insisted, but you could tell by her voice that she knew exactly why you were asking.

You took a deep breath, trying to hold back a long rant. “Why are they saying there’s a ‘verified source’ then? I only told you and Trent..he wouldn’t send something like that to them.”

Camille yawned and stretched out her arm. “That page makes up stuff half the time..they’re probably just running with some random rumour that just so happens to be close to something accurate this time around.” In the background, you could faintly hear voices from a Spanish TV show. This was definitely not Camille’s house, but you let it slide for now.

“Um, no. Not accurate.” You held up the pregnancy test box in front of the camera. “I haven’t taken it yet.”

“Anddd…why not? Why are you dragging it like this?”

You groaned, feeling embarrassment and nerves churning around in your stomach. “Because...if I don’t take it..there’s zero percent chance I’m pregnant until I feel a kick or something, right? But if I take it right now, there’s a fifty percent chance and those odds are way too fucking high right now.” You knew your logic was flawed and sounded more like girl math, but it felt true enough in the moment. “Camille..I really don’t think a baby on my hip is a cute look for me. That’s definitely not my type of lifestyle right now. I’d rather have a dog or something.”

Camille snorted, shaking her head. “Girl..just take the damn test. You sound insane right now.” You knew she was right, so you groaned again and opened the test to read the tiny lettered instructions line by line – you were procrastinating again. Camille rolled her eyes with impatience. “Babe, it’s not rocket science,” she said with a smirk while watching you fumble with the instructions. “Just dip the stick and wait for a couple of minutes until it pops up. Two lines is a yes..one line is a no. You can’t mess it up.”

Her attempt at humour didn’t really ease your nerves but it gave you the final push. With a deep breath, you tore the test open and took it. The next few minutes of waiting for the results to load felt like agony. Who knew three minutes could feel like an eternity. You had the test face down until your timer went off; with a deep sigh you flipped it back over and took a hard glance.

“Oh. My. God.” you covered your mouth, gasping in shock as the results popped up.

“WHAT DOES IT SAY?!?! Don’t edge me like this, girl!” Camille half whispered, half yelled through the screen as if she was trying not to wake someone. You were shaking, almost crying while you stared at the results.

“Wait....is it positive?” she asked, reading your reaction to gauge the results.

You took a deep breath and held up the test in view of the screen, shaking your head. “It’s negative!” you shouted, grinning as relief washed over your face. “Oh my days..I swear I saw my whole life flash before my eyes in those three minutes. Imagine me waking up and there’s a tiny version of Trent staring back at me and pulling at my boobs for milk? In this mess?? Absolutely not.” You patted your stomach, thankful the bloat was likely just a PMS symptom. “Thank you for not betraying me, ovaries.”

Camille burst out laughing, covering her mouth to muffle the sound. “They would probably have his eyes, huh? A googly eyed gremlin running around would be so wild.” she snorted, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “Thank god though. Now we can get back to our regularly scheduled madness.” Just as she said that, you noticed there was someone resting their head on her chest with a silky durag tied around their hair.

“Camille...where are you right now? you asked, arching a brow once you realized.

A guilty grin spread across her face. “Barcelona. And before you ask – yes, I am laying in Jules’ bed right now,” she said in a playfully sheepish tone. “He wanted me to fly out for a shoot, okay? That’s all you need to know, babe.” She tilted her head, winking as she ran her nails across the silk on his head. “You know the vibes.”

You giggled, shaking your head at her antics. “Well..I’m glad the French we learned is coming in handy for you outside of the perfume world.” You paused before adding a teasing statement. “La Liga, though? That’s going to get real interesting for El Clásico. I don’t think Jude will appreciate that very much.” Camille stifled her laughter but then stuck her middle finger out at the screen in a playful manner. “Fuck Jude. He’ll get over it.”

After chatting with Camille for a few more minutes, you wrapped up the call to eavesdrop when you heard Trent and your brother’s voice down the hall. They were being very hush-hush about something and it piqued your curiosity. You crept down the hallway, stopping just out of sight to catch bits of Trent and Ziggy’s conversation.

“Yeah, I know what to do.” Ziggy said, sounding more grown up and certain than you had ever heard him before.

“Looking forward to it, mate. I’ll let ‘em know.” Trent replied, pulling Ziggy in for a quick brotherly hug. You were suspicious but you brushed it off, chalking it up to the bond they reignited after the gala. After a while, you couldn't resist breaking into their huddle, so you crept up on Trent and poked his sides with your index fingers, making him jolt in surprise.

“Congrats, you’re not a daddy yet! Just checked. I think we should try for a cute puppy instead, maybe.” you whispered into his ear, adding a cheeky smile. Relief flickered across his face and you wrapped your arms around him, shifting your head to the side to narrow your eyes at Ziggy. “What are you two yapping about now?”

Ziggy looked like he was caught red handed but he recovered quickly and shrugged with a smile. “Uh, nothing. Just footie bants,” he replied innocently, but it seemed like more than that. He changed the subject quickly and put his focus back on Trent.

“Hey, can I stream on your gaming rig? Gonna play some FIFA and maybe some Val with Marcel.”

Trent shrugged and gave him a radiant smile, “You know you don’t have to ask, right? We’re brothers now.” Him and Ziggy dove into the most ridiculously overly complicated handshake you ever saw in your life, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sheer absurdity.

“Why are you stealing my man?” you asked your brother, sticking your tongue out at him playfully.

Ziggy didn’t skip a beat and fired back before making his way to Trent’s gaming PC. “I found him first” he quipped with the same protective tone he used when you were walking home from the park the day you asked what the older boys’ name was.

Trent turned around and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in for a soft embrace. “Thank you for the notebook” you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Didn’t know I had a ‘nose’ as a boyfriend now. I don’t even remember using a marshmallow note...how did you figure that out?” Trent gave you a sly smile as he glanced at you with pride twinkling in his eyes. “I’m learning a little something” he teased, gently squeezing your sides in a similar way you did to him earlier. He looked at his watch and then back at you. “Ready to head out?”

Much to your dismay, taking the train to London was out of the question nowadays. The block was too hot and you were garnering a lot more attention than you did before you met Trent. Being the best boyfriend he could be, he graciously booked a private car service for you and Ezzie. It would be a long drive, but you were thankful he took the time to cater to your needs.

A few hours later, you and Ezzie arrived at New Bond Street in Mayfair. The street was lined with designer boutiques and prestigious brands like Alaïa, Hermes and Burberry to exude luxury that was just as quintessentially London as the red telephone booths dotting the city. Snazzily dressed passerbyers strolled around with designer bags in hand, some holding takeaway coffees from nearby cafés, others glancing at window displays that looked more like curated art galleries than store fronts. The faint sound of heels clicking against the pavement mingled with the ambiance of the street as Ezzie took the scene in, barely able to contain her excitement. Her gaze flickered from storefront to storefront, enchanted by the scene.

“Oh my days, I’m sooooo excited!” she squealed, bouncing around as she latched onto your arm. “Thank you, thank you, thank youuu! You’re the best sister ever!” She repeated with each step. Her enthusiasm was contagious and you smiled, feeling so overjoyed by seeing her happiness. She had been fashion obsessed since she was a child, so this opportunity was a dream come true for her.

As you scanned the high end stores and their shining windows around you, your thoughts drifted to Trent. A gift felt appropriate for everything he did for you. He was your rock and never once let the chaos of his world intrude on you any farther than it needed to. You wanted to buy him something as a thank you...maybe a watch? You made a mental note to stop in a boutique nearby after the event.

“Are you really pregnant?” Ezzie’s sudden question jolted you out of your thoughts, her voice was lower but it was clear she was curious after seeing SpillTheBeansUK’s post. She must’ve noticed the curious glances you were getting as well. “I thought you said you would never give a boy a baby before a –”

“I’m not pregnant! It’s just a rumour,” you said quickly, hoping to shut down the conversation for now. You still couldn’t shake the possibility of someone in your circle spilling tea about your pregnancy scare, but until you could figure out who it was...it was best not to talk about it with anyone, especially in public – whether you were pregnant or not. Ezzie looked disappointed for a split second, but nodded in understanding as you walked through the doors of Miu Miu.

Inside, the store was transformed from its usual modern look to a more lively setup with sections curated for content creation. Brand representatives moved between influencers and their mini entourages, offering champagne in glass flutes while discussing the different pieces on display. Racks of Miu Miu’s latest collection were arranged meticulously by color and style. You wanted it all, everything was so cute – especially the bags...but that wasn’t what you were here for. Your mum’s words left a fire fueling within you and there was no way you were walking out of the store without securing a deal for your sister. The brand was interested and had already made it clear once they checked Ezzie’s engagement rates on Instagram. The rep you spoke to was pretty receptive, nodding and jotting down notes as you spoke. They eventually agreed to all your terms without much negotiation needed at all.

“You can send the contract to my assistant, Ember. I’ll review and send back” you told the rep, sounding very much like a girlboss as you gave them her email. You glanced over at Ezzie who was chatting animatedly with another girl, she was definitely in her zone. You gave her a thumbs up and she responded with a happy squeal before mouthing another ‘thank you’ across the room.

Yeah, life was hectic for you. Stressful and overwhelming some days, but it was finally coming together. It was like both your world and Trent’s had finally merged into a new universe where you could both belong and exist together. You were in a good mood for once, so you took out your phone and posted a few pictures you took while in London:

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ohlacamille: so gorg!! obsessed w you

ezziebee: why can’t I like this twice?

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itstara04_: 💌 for you

SpillTheBeansUK: forever or never?

After wrapping up at Miu Miu, you and Ezzie strolled over to another storefront on Regent Street – it was a boutique that specialized in timeless pieces that would make anyone swoon. Regent Street was much like Bond Street and featured a blend of luxury and history in its architecture. People bustled along the pavement, dressed in an array of styles with tourists stopping to snap photos while London locals walked along hurriedly, each on their own mission.

When you stepped inside the store, you were greeted by a polished ambiance. There were rows of glass cases filled with watches, rings and jewellery that glistened under the warm lighting. There were different sections carved out for different types of jewellery like classic rings, wedding bands, and intricate limited edition timepieces.

The watch you chose for Trent was a Patek Philippe timepiece with a midnight blue dial that featured a moon phase indicator. It was the perfect watch considering the full moon had become something special between the two of you, even when you were separated across cities you would both look up at it, knowing your other half was seeing the same silver glow above a star studded sky.

On one particular night, you and Trent stayed back after a match to watch the full moon at a very empty Anfield. It was a lot quieter without the chants from fans filling the stadium, and the moon hung up high to bathe the pitch in its luminescent beauty. Nestled into Trent’s jacket, you leaned against him for warmth. You tilted your head to look at him, smiling. “How do you remember every single full moon?” you asked playfully, giving him a soft nudge on his arm. “Are you Zeus, God of the Sky?”

Trent chuckled with his gaze fixed on the moon as he wrapped his arm around you to keep you warm. “Nah” he mumbled in a hushed tone, like he didn’t want to disturb the moon’s beauty. “I have it on a calendar.” He glanced down at you with a sweet smile. “I know it’s calming for you..and the view’s not bad either.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to capture the moment. The moon felt abnormally large that night as it hung over the pitch, its lighting spilling over both of you. It was breathtakingly stunning and was surrounded by scattered stars like diamonds on velvet, each one faintly glimmering in the dark.

Trent angled the camera up to capture it all: the silent stadium, a sweeping arc of empty seats, the pitch bathed in silvery light, and the two of you – side by side, framed by the vastness above. In the picture, both of you were smiling with your heads leaning together underneath the backdrop of the sky – like a tiny time capsule to commemorate your relationship. Just as he snapped the photo, the sprinklers from the irrigation system burst to life and sent arcs of water over the grass, glistening like tiny crystals in the moonlight.

“Oh shit! Run!” Trent shouted with laughter roaring through his chest as he grabbed your hand to pull you towards the tunnel. Both of you sprinted across the field together as laughter echoed around Anfield, water droplets scattering in every direction. Halfway there, your foot slipped on the wet grass but before you hit the ground, Trent scooped you up with a wide grin and carried you the rest of the way. When you both finally made it to the dry shelter of the tunnel, both of you were absolutely drenched.

“You’re a terrible defender” you teased, laughing as water dripped down your face.

He laughed with you, shaking his head as he set you down. “That’s absolute rubbish and you know it.”

After purchasing the watch, your attention shifted over to a nearby case filled with rings. Your eyes locked onto a delicate diamond band. It was subtle, not too flashy..but incredibly stunning. You felt drawn to it in the same magnetic way you felt drawn to Trent, like the threads of fate had your name engraved on the inside of it. One of the staff took the ring out of the display case and before you knew it, the ring was on your left ring finger. It looked gorgeous against your skin and sat so perfectly on your finger that it felt like more than just good sizing – it felt serendipitous. The ring looked like it belonged to you, like it had been waiting for this exact moment to slip onto your ring finger. You admired it for a little while longer before snapping a joking picture to send to Trent – keeping up with his ongoing marriage jokes.

Maybe MRS does have a nice ring to it 😋💍

Ezzie peeked over your shoulder, grinning as she read the text and made a mental note of the ring size. You didn’t notice it, but she was in on something you had no idea about.

“If Trent proposed..would you say yes?” she asked inquisitively.

The question caught you a bit off guard which made you laugh nervously. You paused for a minute, genuinely thinking about what you would say if he did ask, but then you shrugged. “Hmm..maybe I’d consider it like a year from now,” you stated plainly, turning your hand to catch more of the sparkle from the gems under the light. “There’s just way too much going on right now to be planning a wedding, y’know?” Ezzie gave you a nod, but you didn’t catch her shoot a quick text to someone when she glanced at the ring one more time. She sighed, playing along casually. “Yeah, timing is everything,” she replied. Little did you know, Ezzie had a mission of her own and was tasked with gathering intel on your ring size and how you felt about a proposal.

Then your phone pinged with a response from Trent:

T: What size is that? What store?

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was probably being serious before typing your response:

Wouldn’t you love to know

T: Worth a shot 🤷‍♂️

He was one step ahead of you though.

Always.

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Hey Tori! Sliding in with a 3k (yay!!! congratulations🩷) request for Echo our most beloved <33

I am forever thinking about that one scene where Echo says "Harm her and you're a dead man". It lives rent free in my brain and never fails to make me smile the ways is says it is just so-

So maybe something with Echo being a little extra protective over the reader? Looking out for them and making sure they stay safe?

thank you ezzie!! he is just So Lovely!! i don't know if this is anything like what you had in mind but i really hope you enjoy this :)

words: 1,750

summary: rationally, echo knew this assignment was going to be easy, an in and out acquisition of information. he's just annoyed that he's not the one playing your lover at that gala tonight.

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Under a Watchful Eye

Echo watched from his seat in the cockpit as you stepped out of the barracks area of the ship, and the dress you were wearing stopped his breath for a minute. It was long and flowing, fluttering and shifting around your legs with every step you took, and the fact that the color was a near-perfect match to that of his old battalion was not helping.

But unfortunately, he was not the one you were dressed up for.

Technically, the mission was the reason that you had donned the gown that had apparently come from Echo’s deepest fantasies, not a person. But still, this assignment required two people, as you were going undercover as guests at a banquet. And much to his dismay, it wasn’t him that had the privilege of being the one who played your lover this evening.

No, that honor had apparently been bestowed on Crosshair.

Logically, it made sense why you and Crosshair were the ones going on this mission. Even though there was little to no Separatist presence on this planet at this point, you couldn’t risk being recognized, and Crosshair was the member of the team that looked the least like a traditional clone (and he was also the least likely to draw attention to himself in the way that the others would).

But even though it made sense, it didn’t mean that Echo had to be happy about it.

He knew his brother, he knew that there was no way Crosshair would willingly put you in harms way or leave you behind, but there was still a festering cauldron of worry in Echo’s stomach as he thought about the fact that all he could do at this point is just sit and wait until you left the function. He would have to sit by if something happened to you in there, and he hated the thought of it.

“Do I look okay?” you asked, stepping into the cockpit as you finished putting a pair of earrings in your ears. As well as matching the color of the dress, they would serve as a communication device that could easily be turned on and off from a remote location, this way if anyone tried to scan you, nothing would show up. That was Echo’s job this evening: to sit there with Tech, Wrecker, and Hunter and listen to everything that went on while you and Crosshair were gathering the information they would send back to Commander Cody.

It took him a moment to realize that you were talking to him, and his eyes widened slightly before he responded. “You look amazing,” he said earnestly.

“Thank you,” you responded, and he could see the hint of a smile cross your face. “I wasn’t sure how the dress would look, since I don’t usually wear this type of thing.”

“Well, I would never know it if I just looked at you,” he said, the urge to walk over to you and take your hand only growing. “I mean it, you look stunning.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but were interrupted when Tech stepped into the space. “Oh good, you’re here,” he said, directing his attention to you. “Come with me, I have a few things for you to add to the ensemble.”

The “extra defense” had been Echo’s idea, a way to ensure that you would be able to defend yourself if necessary. Just in case everything went wrong, he wanted to make sure that you made it out unscathed, and it would be a lot easier if you had a tiny blaster strapped to your leg.

Right as you and Tech walked away, Crosshair stepped into the cockpit. He was a wearing a suit, the tie matching the color of your dress perfectly. Somehow he had found a way to cover his tattoo, and Echo hated to say it, but the image of you and him together screamed “power couple” to anyone who wasn’t aware of your identities.

The only thing wrong with Crosshair’s look this evening was the scowl etched onto his face. “Do you have all the information from Cody about the mission?” Echo asked, wanting to make sure they didn’t miss anything.

“Yes.”

“And you remember where we’re going to meet you when you have the intel?”

“Yes.”

“And you know-”

“Echo,” Crosshair said, cutting him off with a matching glare. “I already got this lecture from Hunter, I don’t need it from you too. I promise that I won’t let anything happen to your girlfriend.”

“She’s not-”

“-Your girlfriend, I know,” Crosshair said. “Even though you’re acting like it right now.”

“I’m-”

But Crosshair silenced him with a look. “You’re questioning me like I’m brand new to the team, and you haven’t been able to stop glancing over at the entrance to the barracks. It’s not that hard to figure out that you have feelings for her.” Crosshair was right, but Echo did not want to admit it. “Look, if you don’t want to say anything to me it’s fine, but don’t lie to yourself about it.”

Echo was suddenly very glad to see you step back into the cockpit, because he had no idea what he was going to say to that. However, that happiness was tempered slightly when he realized it was time for you and Crosshair to leave. After one final check to make sure that everyone was up to date on the plan, he sat down in one of the seats in the cockpit and watched you walk away until you were too small to see.

Security was bypassed, and you and Crosshair had successfully infiltrated the banquet. This was an assignment that spawned from an unnamed informant to the Senate, so they didn’t have as many details as they would have liked about what was going to go down, but so far it seemed like everything was going to work out and no major catastrophes would happen.

“Do you see anyone suspicious?” you asked quietly, and you voice easily carried so that the rest of the team could hear you through the small device that Tech made to communicate with your earrings.

“Not right now,” Crosshair responded, his voice slightly quieter. “But I don’t think we’ll have a good vantage point from where we are now.”

“Where should we go?”

“What about over there?”

They could hear shuffling, so it was clear that you were moving somewhere, but the fact that this device only picked up audio was starting to get a little annoying. Echo wanted to see what was happening, rather than just hear what was being said.

Suddenly the music suddenly got a little louder, and his curiosity only grew.

Finally, your voice once again came through the radio, and he was allowed to imagine some of what was going on out there. “Wow Crosshair, you didn’t tell me you were such a good dancer.”

“I’m a man of many talents.”

“I’m sure.”

It was only for the mission, it was only for the mission, it was only for the mission, Echo kept repeating to himself. Although he understood the fact that you and Crosshair were going to be posing as lovers for this event, he didn’t really think about what that might have entailed. The thought of you dancing with someone that wasn’t him was almost too much, but he forced himself to keep his cool.

***

Trouble always found them, there was no way they should have expected anything different with this mission. After you and Crosshair had acquired some very interesting information from another set of guests (which sounded a hell of a lot like what they needed to bring back to Cody), Tech was right about to tell you and Crosshair to meet the rest of them back at the ship when the sound of blaster fire came across the communication device, and they realized something was wrong.

Instantly, Echo jumped into a frenzy. “What’s going on?” he asked worriedly, pulling the radio device up to his lips.

“Bounty hunters just showed up!” you whispered. “I don’t know what they want though.”

“That doesn’t matter, you need to get out of there, now!”

Crosshair’s voice came through the device next. “Wow, what am I? Chopped bantha?”

“You know I meant both of you!” Echo responded, rolling his eyes. He didn’t have time for the jokes right now, not when you were in danger. “Now, before anyone sees you!”

All they could do was wait until you and Crosshair could be seen through the windows of the cockpit, and it was taking a much longer time than Echo was comfortable with. Although the communication devices you wore were still technically active, the sounds of footsteps and general chaos really were not of any use to them when trying to determine your location.

Finally though, the two of you were bounding up the ramp of the Marauder, and Tech was pulling the ship off the surface of the planet and back into hyperspace. None of the other batchers batted an eye when Echo got up from his seat and made a beeline to where you had just walked in.

Crosshair had already disappeared, probably having gone into the refresher to wash whatever was hiding his tattoo, and you smiled at Echo when he got close enough. “Are you okay?” he asked, noticing a few rips near the bottom of your dress.

“I’m fine,” you responded, reaching out to take his hand. “We got out of there just in time, no one even noticed us leave.”

“But-”

“We took a shortcut through some woods and the shoes they sent me weren’t really meant for anything too extreme,” you said, laughing quietly as you reached up to place your other hand on his cheek. Echo’s gaze traveled back up to your face, and he couldn’t help but fall in love with the smile you gave him. “I promise, everything is okay now.”

“I know,” he said, too busy drowning in the sensation of your fingertips touching his skin to really worry about what he was saying. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Me too Echo,” you said, pulling your hand away from his face. Echo would have been upset at the shift if you hadn’t leaned up and placed the softest of kisses on his cheek. It felt like his skin was set aflame, your lips permanently marking his face; it was evidence that he’d always be yours, even if you didn’t know it yet. “Me too.”

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Catch a Falling Star - Chapter Eight

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

Ezra Owens + Empty House = Pretty Chill Summer

Pretty Chill Summer + ‘Nola’s Best Family Restaurant = What is sleep?

What is sleep? + Spoiled Pop Star = Recipe for Disaster

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Word Count: ~6000

Chapter Summary: Ezra overcomes his fear of kids?

Chapter 8

The next day, Ezra walked into the restaurant to a buzz of activity. He went straight to the kitchen with the bags he was carrying.

"How's it going?" he asked no one in particular as he opened the freezer to put away the contents of his bag.

"They're a rowdy bunch, but it seems like they're having fun." Adalia smiled as she pulled some fries out of the hot oil.

"Sounds about right." Ezra returned her smile before continuing, "The ice cream is in the freezer and the cones are over there." He pointed to the black grocery bag on the counter.

Francis nodded in response.

"I'm going to go say hi." Ezra stepped into the doorway and almost ran right into Ada. “Sorry,” he mumbled to no response from her. She walked around him and headed into the kitchen.

“Two more burgers and fries.”

He frowned at her non-response, but he chose not to make a big deal out of it, instead making his way into the dining hall. At the sight of the bustling room, he broke into a huge grin.

"Owens!" a voice called and he spun towards it.

If it was possible, his grin grew even wider. He joined Jess and a slim, almost frail-looking woman. Her grey hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head and she wore a loose floral blouse coupled with khaki capris and sandals. Bending down to her height, Ezra gave the woman a light kiss on the cheek before leaning back with a look of admiration.

"Vivian! You're looking more beautiful every time I see you."

The older woman's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“And I see you haven't outgrown your honey tongue.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Ezra quipped. Turning his grin to Jess, he continued, “Do you know what she's talking about?”

Jess shook her head in amusement as Vivian reached up both hands to cup Ezra's face, a playful scowl at her mouth though her eyes softened.

“You look tired, Ezzy.”

Ezra covered her hands, his own eyes softening. “It was just pre-season bustle without Ma. I'm fine. I promise.”

“You better be. Can't have anything happening to my Coco Boy.”

Ezra groaned, gently pulling Vivian's hands away from his face but holding onto them.

He caught sight of Ada delivering food to a nearby table from the corner of his eyes.

"I thought we'd agreed to stop calling me that."

Vivian squeezed his hands, “No matter what I call you, that’s what you will always be to me.”

Ezra could feel a lump forming in his throat. He looked down at their hands, hers small and wrinkled, his rough and calloused. He didn’t know what to say. He squeezed her hands back and she offered him a soft smile, her eyes and the slight nod of her head communicating her understanding.

"You know I–" he started to say anyway when a buzzing sound filled the air.

Vivian’s head turned in the direction it was coming from.

“I’ve been waiting on a call all morning. I should get that, but when I’m done we should catch up.”

Ezra nodded, still a bit choked up. They let go of each other’s hands and she headed to her purse. Exhaling a shaky breath, he glanced around, grateful to see Jess and Ada busy serving tables. He should go help too.

Two minutes later, equipped with his apron and a notepad, he almost bumped into Ada again as she made her way back to the kitchen.

“Sorry!” They spoke in unison.

He was surprised to see genuine regret in her features, until she recognized that it was him and her scowl returned.

That was more like it. Without another word, he took a step towards the dining hall. At the same time, she took a step towards the kitchen and they almost walked into each other again. She made a sound quite like a groan of frustration and Ezra scowled. It’s not like he had done it on purpose.

They tried again to move around each other and ended up stepping into each other’s paths again.

With a tired sigh, Ada stepped aside and gestured for him to pass. A mischievous smirk spread on her lips with the sweeping of her empty hand, “After you, Sweet Cheeks.”

Ezra sucked his teeth and headed out into the crowded room. He had not made it far when she called out to him, “or should I say, Coco Boy.”

He stopped in his tracks. This was just his luck. He sighed, his shoulders slumping with the exhale. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of turning around. It was just a silly, sentimental nickname after all, but he hated that it was responsible for the smug look he was sure that she was giving his back.

Half an hour later, Ezra walked out into the hall with his own plate and searched the tables for an empty seat. All the kids had been fed and since it would be a while until they served dessert, he and the other workers had decided to eat now that most of the work was done.

Vivian was still on the phone, he didn’t want to disturb her. Jess and Adalia were at the bar. Ada had disappeared to the bathroom or something, but he was sure she would join them when she got back and he didn’t want to have to deal with her. He scanned the sea of kids until he stopped at a small table in the back.

A girl who couldn’t have been more than ten sat hunched over a book. She seemed to take up a lot of space and none at the same time. He pulled out a chair and without looking up she popped a fry into her mouth. On closer inspection, she could be at least twelve. Ezra cleared his throat as he sat.

“I’m not alone by accident.” She spoke, still not looking at him. “I’m not interested in conversation.”

“Well. Good afternoon to you too.” Ezra muttered. She looked up at him then and Ezra almost got up and left. She seemed to see into his very soul. Her eyes scanned him from head to toe and her expression did not change except for a slight wrinkle at the bottom left of her mouth. Ezra couldn’t help but feel that she had found him inadequate in some way.

A bit rattled, Ezra got busy with eating. Why should he care what a twelve-year old thought? He shouldn't. He didn't!

When said twelve-year old returned to her book, he let out a breath of relief. After a beat, he caught a low “good afternoon.”

He tried to assure himself that he wasn’t afraid of kids. He’d been one himself not too long ago and so of course he could still relate to them.

A traitorous voice in his head reminded him of the last insult that had been hurled at him by a preteen in his mom’s library group. He’d overheard the boy say that he looked like the human embodiment of Mr. Peabody. He didn’t even wear glasses! But that one still haunted him three years later.

He glanced up at the room only to notice that his companion had been looking at him. She averted her eyes to her book as soon as their eyes met. His eyes were drawn to her book too and at recognizing the cover he gasped.

She looked at him by instinct.

“Is that the All’s Well series?” he blurted. “I love that series!”

She offered him a curious look.

“What? You don’t like the story so far? What is that? Book…” he hesitated, “...2, right?”

She closed the book over a finger to look at the cover and nodded.

“You don’t like it?” he asked again, unable to hide his eagerness.

“Well, it’s not bad.”

“Not bad?! It’s genius! I can’t believe yo–”

“Can I sit here?”

Ezra looked up in surprise and his brain seemed to short-circuit at the sight of Ada. He blinked, finally processing that he should say something. He glanced at the spot he expected her to be as though wondering if she could be in two places at the same time. Instead, he found Francis sitting with the two ladies. He glanced at the young girl who raised an eyebrow a margin of a centimeter.

“I can go somewhere else,” Ada made to walk away.

“No! No!” Ezra shot up, pulling out a seat next to him for her to sit in. She had her phone in one hand and the plate in another. She sat reluctantly and Ezra pushed her in before shuffling his chair an inch or two away from hers and sitting down.

All the while, he could feel the little girl’s eyes flitting between the two of them. Head down, he stuffed his mouth with a handful of fries and a bite of his sandwich before looking up at the little girl.

A tiny smile sat on her lips as she read.

Ezra had no clue what to say, so he took another bite from his burger.

Ada glanced at her phone that she’d placed, face up next to her plate on the table. She took a fry and bit it absentmindedly while she stared at the phone.

She looked up and Ezra looked away. He almost groaned aloud. This was so awkward. Why did she have to sit here?

He glanced at the young girl again and was about to ask her name when he noticed how she was looking at Ada. Head tilted, her eyes searched Ada’s features. Ezra’s heart lurched into his throat when he saw recognition on her face.

“Are you waiting for a call?” she asked Ada.

It took a few seconds before she could register that someone was talking to her.

“Hmmm? Oh…no.” Ada sounded unsure of her answer.

“Mmmhmmm…” the young girl sounded like she didn’t believe her, but didn’t push it. She popped another fry into her mouth without looking, her eyes now trained on her book again.

“An email.” Ada muttered.

The girl didn’t look up.

“I’m waiting for an email,” she said a little louder this time.

“Mmmm,” was the only response Ada got.

Ezra was unsuccessful at hiding his snicker with a cough and soon that familiar scowl was turned on him. He turned back to his food and eventually so did Ada.

“What’s your name?” Ada asked.

With an exaggerated sigh, the girl shoved a bookmark in her book and tossed it on the table. Crossing her arms, she offered a fake smile, “Gem.”

Ada nodded, “Nice to meet yo–”

“Any other questions?”

Ada’s mouth hung open for a second until she shook her head slightly, eyes wide in surprise.

“Good!” Gem was back to her book.

“Shhhh! Shut up! They’re going to hear you.”

Ezra didn’t even have a chance to enjoy Ada being told off by a literal child due to the distraction. His eyes traveled to the origin of the whispers to find a table of teen girls across from them. One had her hand over another’s mouth while her friend was trying to shove her away. He watched as she slowly lifted her fingers to check if her friend would cooperate. She heaved a premature sigh of relief when her friend’s lips stayed closed, before shooting a subtle glance at Ezra’s table. It was the wrong move, because while she had been distracted for a second, her friend had gotten up and was making her way towards their table. The first girl stood and made to follow her, but realizing that Ezra –Ezra glanced around him– and apparently Ada, were watching, she hesitated and then sat back down.

“Excuse me?” the young girl asked, coming straight up to Ada and ignoring the other occupants of the table.

Ada glanced up at her with interest while Ezra took another peep at the table where the teen girl was now biting her nails.

“Me and my friends thought you looked very familiar. Are you a celebrity?”

Ada opened her mouth, no sound coming out. She glanced at Ezra and then back at the girl, “I…I”

"Because you look so much like Fiona Williams– without makeup of course– and my friend,” she pointed to the girl at the table who offered a little wave, “thinks you look more like Waveney.”

“Ummm…” Ada started again.

“I think she looks more like Ada Michelle, if you ask me, Stephanie.”

Thankfully, Ezra had already swallowed the contents of his mouth, so there were no pieces of chewed potato flying everywhere as they all turned to look at the girl sitting at their table.

Ezra held his breath as Gem turned from the girl he now knew was Stephanie to look at Ada with a quirked brow.

“I bet you get that all the time.”

Ada let out a nervous chuckle. “Wellll…”

“Nahhhh! I don’t see the resemblance,” Stephanie chimed in.

Ada offered a tight smile to both young girls, Gem and then Stephanie, before she spoke directly to the second, “I’m not Fiona or Waveney,” she shrugged, “Sorry to disappoint.”

“I guess I shouldn’t have expected either of them to show up at an old place like this,” Stephanie muttered before heading back to her table, her shoulders sinking with her insult.

Ezra gasped and it was Ada’s turn to snicker. Her amusement was short-lived though when Gem put her book down again to study them.

“What’s your name then,” Gem asked, looking intently at Ada.

Ezra chewed on a few fries thoughtfully. He had to be grateful Ada had chosen a career in music and not acting, because she was practically squirming in her seat.

“Ada–” she coughed, while Ezra almost actually choked this time, “Adaline.”

He brought his drink to his lips, an opportunity to study Gem more discreetly and also soothe the irritation in his throat. From the corner of his eye, he could see Ada trying to evaluate the young girl’s reaction too.

There was no light of recognition, aha moment or “Ha! I caught you red-handed!” running across her face, but he couldn’t be sure. He only relaxed when her attention turned to him.

“And you?” she pointed her chin at him.

“Ezra.”

Ezra saw a look of mischief cross Ada’s face and he knew he had to say something before she shared one of his embarrassing nicknames with a complete stranger.

“I can’t believe you think ‘All’s Well’ is just okay, Gem.”

She shrugged.

“What’s ‘All’s Well?”

“It’s a series about a monarchy who say they’re not a monarchy, but for all intents and purposes are a monarchy and their process for choosing the next monarch.” Ezra used air quotes on the last word.

“It follows the nephew and daughter of the current monarch,” Gem snorted at his statement. “No spoilers!” he warned and she made the action of zipping her mouth closed. “And their attempt to sort of …dismantle?” he glanced at Gem who gave a noncommittal shrug, “dismantle –Yeah– dismantle the system now that it’s the heiress’ eighteenth birthday and it’s time to choose the next generation of leaders.”

“I can’t believe you’re still into children’s books, Ezra.”

“You say that like it's something to be ashamed of.”

“Because it is!”

“Just because a book is designed for a specific target audience doesn't mean it can't be enjoyed by people outside of the target audience. Take Alice in Wonderland for instance, it was intended for children, but it's still a classic. There are so many other children's books that are universally considered to be classics…the Little Prince, Anne of Green Gables—”

Gem's book was tossed against the table again with a thud, startling the other two occupants of the table.

“It's not a children’s series,” she said through gritted teeth, “You know how I know? Because I'm not a child!”

Her glower only intensified when Ezra and Ada looked at each other and then to her in confusion.

"Aren't you like 10?'

"No! I'm about to be 15 next month.” Her indignation was evident both in her tone and her downturned eyebrows.

Ada and Ezra shot each other a look of unbridled surprise.

“Huh. I’d have never guessed.” They nodded in agreement at each other while Gem scowled.

“Thanks!” She picked up her book and then proceeded to ignore them both.

Ada took the opportunity to finish off her fries. In two minutes, she was standing.

“Excuse me, I’m going to go help with the dessert.”

Ezra nodded and Gem offered an “mmmhmmm”.

Ada looked directly at the young girl and her empty plate. “You done?”

Another grunt.

Ada rolled her eyes and picked up the girl’s plate.

“You’re welcome,” she muttered.

“Thanks.” Gem said too late after Ada had left.

Ezra studied her. There was something oddly familiar about Gem, her attitude, her interests, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it yet.

She looked up at him, catching him staring and seemed surprised that he didn’t avert his eyes.

“What?” she asked, suspicion clear in her voice.

Ezra grinned. “Who's your favorite character? Do you have a favorite character? Please tell me you at least have a favorite character?”

There was a beat of silence and Ezra thought she wouldn’t answer. She looked down at the book in her hands as though it would give her the answer. She looked back at him.

“Anna.”

“Really?” Ezra was not good at hiding his surprise. She crossed her arms and he was drawn to her graphic tee. It looked like Dawters and Sons merch. His brows furrowed further. She did not look like the type to be an Anna fan.

“I thought you'd be more of a Dimitri fan.”

“Why?”

“Because he's mysterious and has that no nonsense attitude.”

“Like me?”

“Well…” Ezra tried to take his foot out of his mouth but it seemed it was too snug a fit. He sighed. “You said it, not me.”

Gem’s mouth twitched. If Ezra didn’t know better, he’d have thought it was the ghost of a smile.

He took it as a good sign. “What’s your favourite ship?”

Gem made a face of disgust and Ezra chuckled. He grinned as the ghost of a smile returned.

“I don’t believe in shipping.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“Buuuuttt…if I had to choose my favourite duo, it would be Drew and Shawna.”

Ezra’s mouth hung open. “Really?”

Gem shrugged. “They make a good team.”

“Fair enough.”

“What’s yours?”

“My favourite partner…ship?” Ezra offered a cheeky grin and Gem rolled her eyes.

“Hmmm…I’d say… Lex and Dimitri.”

Gem shot him another look of disgust. “Seriously?”

“What?” His tone was defensive.

“They’re always at each other’s throats.”

Ezra shrugged. “Who doesn’t like a good enemies-to-reluctant-friends trope?”

“Mmmhmmm.” Gem actually smiled this time as she offered him a knowing look. It was kind of scary.

“What?” This time the question hinted at both curiosity and fear.

“Oh nothing.” Gem’s smile grew more mischievous. “They do eventually put aside their differences and are able to work together.”

“Exactly!”

“What are you two talking so animatedly about?”

Vivian appeared at their table, a hand on each of their shoulders.

“We were just chatting about the book Gem is reading. It’s from a favourite series of mine.”

Vivian shook her head as she sat down. “You and your books. I wish you’d spend that much time and energy on finding a girlfriend.”

Ezra groaned as his head fell to the table with a thud. It wasn’t loud enough for him to miss Gem’s snort.

The old woman chuckled. “What? I’m only speaking the truth. Any girl would be lucky to have you.”

Ezra groaned again.

“What about that Nicholas girl?”

“Viv…” the one syllable sounded like a warning.

“So sorry to interrupt.” The trio turned to find Ada at their table, a tray of ice cream cups in her hands.

Ezra glanced around in surprise, most of the room was already licking away at their ice cream cones. He had had every intention to help out but he’d been distracted by Gem and Vivian.

He glanced up at the two women wearing matching pouts.

“Are there no cones left?” Gem asked, her tone reeking of disappointment.

“Oh there are. We just figured the adults would prefer cups.”

Ezra didn’t miss Gem’s hint of a smile at being referred to as an adult.

“I am young at heart when it comes to ice cream.” Vivian smiled.

Ezra pushed his seat backward and made to stand up, “I’ll get it.” Ezra spoke, not wanting the other occupants of the table to have to witness Ada’s temper.

To his utter surprise, Ada responded with understanding. She offered Vivian what seemed to be a genuine smile. It somehow was extended to him too.

“No no no. I’ll take care of it. Three cones coming up.”

“Thank you!” Ada’s eyes turned to him with annoyance, but her voice was still filled with sweet politeness. “My pleasure.”

Ezra closed his eyes with a sigh. This feud was exhausting and he wasn’t quite sure it was worth it anymore. When his eyes opened again, Vivian was giving him a funny look. She turned to Gem and he almost couldn’t believe his eyes when they shared what looked like a conspiratorial smile. Gem showed actual teeth!

He looked between the two with his suspicion growing rapidly.

“So… Ezzy,” Viv turned her body to face him. What about that young lady?”

He was filled with immediate panic. He didn’t know if he could outright lie to Vivian about Ada’s true identity. That wasn’t so much of an issue. Vivian knew how to keep a secret, but Gem was sitting right there, her book closed and — his eyes snapped back to her— still grinning!

“Wh—“ he swallowed turning back to face Vivian, “What about her?”

“I think you two could be great togeth—“

“Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!” He interrupted,his head shaking furiously from side to side, as he finally understood her meaning. The relief he felt at not being found out was completely overshadowed by the disgust he felt at the idea of him and Ada in a romantic relationship.

“But she’s so pretty and sweet—“ Ezra couldn’t help it. He snorted and for some reason Gem’s grin grew.

Vivian shot him a reproachful look.

Ezra took a deep breath before opening his mouth again. “Look, Viv, if the smartest, sweetest, prettiest, most perfect girl fell from the sky, I’d still be single, because never mind the fact that she has to at least tolerate me for anything to happen, I don’t have the time for a relationship.

“Between running ‘Nola’s and my Master’s there’s barely even enough time to sleep. It’s not going to work.”

“Ezzy, I just want you to be happy” Vivian offered him a pitying look.

He was immediately on the defensive, his chin lifting in defiance, “and who says I’m not happy?”

Vivian shot him an “are you kidding me” stare and he glanced at Gem who was conveniently back to reading her book.

Leaning back in his chair, he toyed with his fingers on the table while he pulled at his bottom lip with his teeth. He looked up at Vivian again, “Fine! I’m not the happiest person right now but it has nothing to do with me being single.

“Besides, I’m not going to rely on anyone else to make me happy.”

“You’re right. Of course you’re right!”

Ezra sighed, “why does it feel like there’s a but coming?”

Vivian laughed. “Not a but. Maybe an and. I just don’t want you to miss out on something great because you’re afraid.”

“Pshh! Afraid? Who’s afraid? I’m just busy, that's all.”

Vivian patted his hand, still stretched out on the table before him. “Of course.”

He was about to ask why it felt like she didn’t believe him when Adalia showed up with their cones.

Ezra eyed the ice-cream. It looked suspiciously like cookies and cream. “Is that cookies and cream?”

“Yes!” Adalia responded excitedly. “Adaline said it was your favorite.”

Ezra clenched his jaw in an attempt to prevent himself from saying anything stupid. He hated cookies and cream. He was of the firm belief that dry desserts and moist desserts should not be mixed, so he’d deliberately bought strawberry as an alternative for people like him. That was what had been in their cups earlier. Adaline had made the switch on purpose. He glanced over at a nearby table and caught her looking at him. She was wearing a triumphant smirk.

“She must have got me mixed up with someone else,” he turned back to Adalia with a tight smile.

“In that case, I’ll have his too.” Gem reached for another cone off the tray with a grin.

Adalia, her tray empty, made to head back to the kitchen when Vivian called out to her, “Wait! Miss French!" Adalia turned. “How’s your grandfather?”

The young girl offered a sweet smile. “He’s doing so much better,” her smile fell, “only, I don’t think he’ll be back on his feet in time for camp this summer."

Vivian nodded with concern. "I was afraid that would happen. He must be so disappointed."

"He is."

"Please let him know that we are wishing him a quick and complete recovery."

"Thanks. I will." Adalia left.

Vivian sighed. "I had suspected as much," she said to herself.

"What was that about?"

"Ohh with your Mom gone this summer we had to adjust the summer program, so we asked Mr. French to do some woodworking with them.

"He was getting ready for the program but he had a dizzy spell and injured himself and because he's diabetic he has to be very careful with even small injuries like this."

Vivian sighed again.

"When I heard about his injury I called in a favour with a friend as backup. I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this."

"Nooo," Gem groaned. It was her turn to drop her head to the table.

The action startled Ezra who turned to Vivian with a raised brow.

"I called in a favour with one of my friends from the Academy," she explained.

"Ahh…" Ezra nodded in understanding. "I take it Gem is not much of a dancer."

Vivian offered a brisk shake of her head while she mouthed the words "two left feet".

"She can't be that bad. I'm sure Anwar could work his magic–"

"Anwar is on vacation in the BLI and Erica…" Ezra took a sharp inhale at the sound of that name, "banned her from ever setting foot in her studio again."

Ezra tried to hide the mirth in his voice, "That's rough!"

Gem tilted her head up to glower at Ezra. He raised his hands, palms open in response but wasn't able to wipe the smile off his face fast enough.

"I know what Erica's like…" he offered, his tone full of sympathy. "But how bad do you have to be to get banned." The grin was back on his face.

"Ezra!" Vivian reprimanded.

Gem's head returned to the crevice of her elbows where she let out another groan.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Hands raised in defense again, he offered the sullen girl an apology. Her only response was to lean back in her seat and offer him a snarl.

"I was only teasing." He continued. "Besides, Erica has unrealistic expectations of non dancers. There's no need to take it personally."

Vivian nodded so somberly that Ezra almost burst out laughing this time. But that wouldn't be fair to Gem so he tamped down the laughter bubbling in his chest with a few well timed coughs.

"So I just need to find placement for Gem and everyone is set."

Ezra tilted his head to the side in thought. “What about one of those tech internships the phone companies are always offering?”

“Bleggh!”

Ezra turned to Gem with a “what are you, five?” look. She merely stuck out her tongue in response.

“The deadline for application for all of those would be long gone.” Vivian sighed again, “Woodworking was the one thing everyone was excited about.”

Ezra sighed too, “I wish there was something I could do to help, but I’m no good with a hammer.”

Vivian reached out to cover his hand, “That’s sweet of you, Ezzy.”

Ezra could not remember when last he’d felt such fear as when he looked up to find Gem looking at him, eyes bright with mischief and teeth on full display. He didn’t know what she was about to ask but he was already shaking his head no.

She turned her thousand-watt smile to Vivian. “What if I came here?”

Brows furrowed, Vivian gave Gem a confused look.

“You know my dream is to own my own hotel. This would be like an internship. A hospitality internship! Shadowing a restaurateur for the summer.” She gave Ezra a once-over and scrunched up her nose before adding, “Well, close enough.”

Ezra didn’t even have the presence of mind to feel offended, he was too caught up on the horror of having to babysit yet another complicated young woman this summer.

“Ezzy?” Vivian turned to him with the question in her eyes.

“You wouldn’t even know I’m there. I’ll be quiet. I’ll do the dishes. I’ll clean. I’ll wait tables. Anything you need done.”

“That sounds like a child labour law suit waiting to happen.”

“Nope! I’m fifteen, remember. Well, almost. We can call it an internship so it doesn’t matter. I just can’t work more than 20 hours a week.”

“I don’t know about this.”

“It’s almost tourist season and I’m sure you’ll need the extra pair of hands.”

She was right about that. He’d have extra help without the cost that came with it. Besides, he’d been a bit worried about Ada being recognized. Maybe Adalia and Gem could work out front while Ada worked in the back.

"Please?" Gem looked desperate. He knew that feeling all too well. How could he say no to that?

"Fine," he muttered and Gem practically deflated in relief. “but I need to have a chat with your parents to make sure they’re okay with it.”

“Viv, can you organize that?”

The older woman nodded. “I’ll send your dad his number,” she assured Gem.

Ezra turned back to Gem, “and you have to be nice to the customers, even if they're annoying."

The young girl plastered a cheerful smile onto her face, "Yes sir, of course sir."

Vivian let out a surprised laugh while Ezra visibly shuddered. "We open at eight," was his begrudging reply.

After the ice cream and a few group pictures, the kids were lined up and loaded onto the buses. Working together, Ezra and the team managed to clean up and pack up in half hour.

They must have both been exhausted, so it was no surprise that the ride home was quiet. Ada didn’t glance at him once. He almost hadn’t noticed, since he’d been lost in thought himself. Something Gem had said kept playing over in his mind.

They do eventually put aside their differences and are able to work together.

Lex and Dimitri do end up making a great partnership once they get over themselves. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from them.

Ezra pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine out of habit. He didn’t move from his seat.

“Ada, I–”

His voice was cut off by the door slamming. He watched with his mouth open as she skipped up the stairs and unlocked the front door, slamming it behind her. He let out a puff of air in frustration. This was going to be a lot easier said than done, but he was not about to give up.

A few hours later, he headed to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. He heard movement and assumed she was already there. He almost turned around and headed back to his room, but he changed his mind. No. They needed to talk and this was his best opportunity.

He leaned against the doorway and watched as she tiptoed, pushing up on the counter to try to reach the box in the top cabinet. Her fingertips grazed it and she braced herself seconds before she could slam into the counter. She tried again, this time with a little leap but she only managed to slam her shin into a cabinet below. The sound of the cabinet door swinging back and forth didn’t drown out Ada’s muttered words of anger as she stooped to nurse her bruised shin.

“Need some help?”

She spun around, noticing him for the first time. Her eyes clearly questioning how much he had seen and narrowing infinitesimally as the side of his mouth twitched.

Effortlessly, he reached up and pulled the box of tea she had been reaching for earlier off the shelf. He gestured towards the tea biscuits and she nodded. He tossed it onto the counter before grabbing a Ziploc bag, filling it with ice and then wrapping it in a kitchen towel. He gestured to the counter and she begrudgingly hopped on, stretching her injured foot out until it rested on the stool across the room.

The bruise was dark and ugly and he quirked an eyebrow at her in question. There was no way it was a new injury. Her face set, she crossed her arms in front of her, her only response. He nodded, the yelp from her first night made sense now. He placed the makeshift ice pack on the area gingerly, but still flinched when she made a sharp intake of breath.

He gestured for her to hold it in place while he made them both a cup of tea. After she moved the stool closer to support the injured part of her leg and the pack, he handed her a cup. She offered him a biscuit and he shook his head, his mug covering his mouth as he breathed in the steam.

She shrugged as if to say, “More for me.”

He took a sip of his tea and studied her quietly. The average person would think she looked pretty normal for someone who was in the middle of watching their dream career be flushed down the drain, but Ezra knew better. He was all too familiar with that pleasant mask of hers.

He knew all the chinks in her armour like the slight crease at the corner of her mouth that was the equivalent of a frown, and he could just about make out how the areas under her eyes were darker than the rest. She wasn’t sleeping either. For some reason that knowledge made him feel triumphant and he took a sip of tea to hide his smirk.

He glanced at her again as she took a sip from her mug. Her eyes fluttered closed as she let out a deep breath. Her shoulders drooped just like the corners of her mouth, pulled down from the weight of her exhaustion. Just like that, his smirk slipped off his face.

This feud they had going on wasn’t helping either of them. They both had enough on their plates already. Maybe it was time to move on. When her eyes opened, he spoke.

“Look…"

He seemed to jar her out of her thoughts. She raised an eyebrow.

“..we’re going to be stuck with each other for at least another few weeks…"

Her lips flattened into a line.

“...I say let’s call a truce,” he continued. “It won’t help either of us if we’re at each other's throats all the time.”

A lazy smile spread across her lips, slow and smug.

“I’ll do it if you can.” She shrugged.

“If I can?” The question was tinged with thinly veiled indignation.

“Yeah! I’ll take your lead. Match your moves. Though I doubt you can be civil for more than a week.”

“I wonder why that is.”

“I’d say you were raised by wolves, but it’s clearly not Aunt Lila and Uncle Elwin's fault. Your brothers are perfect gentlemen.”

His grip on his mug tightened. He took a sip.

“Whatever.”

He felt more than an ounce of triumph as her eyebrows raised at his lack of response. It would be hard, but he wasn’t going to rise to her bait anymore. He was bigger than that.

“Well...this was a nice chat. I’m off to bed.” He glanced at her shin. “You should be good to go in another five minutes. Depending on how it looks tomorrow, we might have to ice it again.”

She shot him a suspicious look, but he ignored it.

“‘Night. Hope you sleep well.”

He left with his mug in tow, a secret smile on his face.

What was that saying? Kill them with kindness. He frowned. He wasn’t quite sure he could manage that, but he sure was going to try to sicken her with sweetness.

A/N: This has been a long time coming. Just happy to get it out there. Not sure when the next part will be out but I’ve decided to keep pushing because that’s the only way I’ll figure out how this story goes.

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CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 9

PUBLISHED: 22/05/2022

!!FIRST PART HERE!!

Part 1

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READER'S POV

We arrived at the inn. Finn shut the car off, and took a deep breath.

"Do we have to stay for long?" I inquired, looking at him.

"If Tommy wants us to," Finn replied, making me scowl, "And we've got wedding photos before we eat, so you might want to wipe that ugly look off of your face."

"Shut up before I take off one of my garters and strangle you with it," I threatened, using the rear view mirror to make sure I looked halfway decent.

"How sadistic," Finn commented, making me roll my eyes and get out of the car.

"You'd love every minute of it," I snarked, then hissed at the feel of the street on my bare feet.

I should've went home and grabbed my boots. You wouldn't have even seen them due to my gown.

Finn got out, and we walked into the inn together. He put a hand on the small of my back as a staff member came over and guided us to the area that Tommy had rented out for the reception. Half of the room had tables that were lined with all sorts of food, and circular tables for us to sit at whilst eating. The other half of the room was cleared, most likely being our dance floor. The staff member lead us to a little room past that, where a camera and backdrop was set up.

"Linda's gonna take the photos, then Jeremiah's gonna help us sign the paperwork to make it official," Finn informed me, then the devil herself entered the room.

"Oh, don't you two look lovely," She said in what sounded like a mocking tone.

"Linda, shut the fuck up and don't antagonise my wife." Finn told her abruptly, which made me start sniggering then full on cackling.

She looked at us like Finn had just pulled out his revolver and shot her with it. She huffed, then stomped off, her heels muffled by the carpet floor.

"Right, where's the happy couple?" I heard a voice call out from behind us, making us turn around.

Arthur strutted over, and clapped Finn on the back, and nodded at me.

"Groomsmen first!" Ezzie called out, and Finn moved to go stand in front of the backdrop.

"Finn," I grabbed his arm.

He turned to me, and I quickly looked over him, making sure he was decent.

His tie was askew, so I adjusted it.

"There, now you're okay," I said, making him nod and walk off.

•••

FINN'S POV

I hated this. You and I had to sit at a table all by ourselves whilst we ate. I checked my pocket watch. Exactly half an hour ago we signed the papers to make it official. You were now (Y/N) Shelby. You argued with Tommy for about ten minutes over having to change your name, your brother had to come in and settle you down.

"Can't you eat something instead of pushing it around on your plate?" I scolded you, sick of watching you play around, "My people worked hard to get this food ready."

Johnny Dogs, Curly, and Uncle Charlie had led a team of people to cook for us. I had already finished my food, and was now waiting for you to eat something so you wouldn't be hungry all night.

You rolled your eyes, "I'm not hungry."

"Eat at least the pasta so you have some lining on your stomach for later on," I reasoned, being very familiar with the horrible feeling of drinking on an empty stomach.

You stabbed your fork into your pasta angrily, and ate it. I moved my chair closer to yours, grabbing my own knife and fork to cut up your pork, knowing the pasta alone wouldn't be enough to fill you up.

"I talked to Tommy when we were getting photos done, after we make our rounds we have to stay for at least half an hour, after that we can go home. Everyone will be too plastered to notice." I notified you, making you nod.

People were already up and milling about, drinking. Tommy got the band to start playing music about five minutes ago. You were taking too long for us to walk around to peoples' tables. You finished the pasta, and put your fork down.

"Now some meat." I urged, making you scowl.

"Uncle Charlie went through the trouble of slaughtering a pig just for this, now give it a rest and finish the meat so we can hurry up and start doing our rounds," I said through gritted teeth.

You didn't move to pick up your fork, so I stabbed my own into the pork and manoeuvred it to your mouth, holding my other hand under the food in case the gravy dripped.

"Tommy and Aberama are watching us, come on," I grunted, making you lean forward and bite the pork.

"Now was that so hard?" I asked, stabbing another piece of meat and eating it myself.

"I'll eat at home, can't we just do our rounds now?" You pleaded.

I let out a deep breath through my nose, but got out of my chair, and pulled out yours.

"Let's go thank Charlie and the boys for cooking before we make any rounds." I said as you stood up and took my arm.

I spotted the men we were looking for in a corner. I led you over to them, grabbing a flute of champagne on the way. Charlie spotted us first, and said something which made Curly and Johnny Dogs spin around.

"Here he is; the man, the myth, the legend." Johnny greeted with a grin, then looked at you and frowned.

"Behave!" Charlie hissed as Curly greeted us.

I introduced you to the three men, and you made polite conversation with Charlie and Curly, Johnny flat out ignoring you.

I'd have to speak to Tommy about it.

"We've got to go make our rounds and see everyone else, thank you for cooking," I said as I started leading you away from the trio.

You and I were already having a shit day, you definitely didn't need Johnny Dogs being a cunt on top of it all.

"I'm finding Ezzie and heading to the bathroom," You muttered, handing me your flute of champagne and walking off.

I headed over to Arthur, and listened mindlessly to the conversation between him, Aunt Polly, and Ada, sipping my drink every now and again.

After a bit, Tommy came over.

"Finn, where's your wife?" He asked shortly, making me shrug.

"She's with her sister," I answered, and Tommy shook his head impatiently.

"Look over there, boy." Tommy instructed, gesturing in a certain direction.

I complied, and your sister was there, but you were nowhere to be seen.

I scanned the room, "Maybe she's in the bathroom still."

"Go find her," Tommy commanded, and I placed my now empty champagne flute and your still full one on the table next to us.

"Aunt Poll, can you come for a walk?" I asked, making her nod and give her alcohol to Ada.

I figured that if you were crying Polly could comfort you. I wasn't the best with crying people.

"I'll come too," Arthur announced, downing the rest of his drink.

We walked hurriedly to the nearest bathroom. Through the closed door, we could hear a woman yelling at someone. I furrowed my brows and put my ear up to the door, Polly doing the same. Arthur pushed me down so he had room to put his ear to the door.

"I don't know why they brought you here, because now you're tangled up in their fucking business! You're untrustworthy and you're too angry to do anything right!" The woman shouted, then a sharp thwack sounded through the air, indicating that someone had been slapped.

"And you've got yourself mixed up with a man! How stupid can you be, you're going to end up fucking pregnant at sixteen. I pity the poor chap because you're ugly and unloveable, and that's why I never ever told anyone new that you were my daughter." The woman hissed.

"Poor bird," Polly murmured as I began to stand back up.

The next thing we heard was a barely audible 'I'm sorry mummy', and I felt my heart drop.

"Oh God, that's my bird," I panicked, trying the door handle but finding it locked.

"Move, boy," Polly snapped, pulling a revolver from her handbag and shooting handle off of the door.

I pushed the door open, and you were knelt on the floor, your face in your hands, blood seeping through your fingers. Your shoulders were shuddering as you sobbed and spoke in unintelligible Shelta.

"Marian Jones," Polly hissed, as if the very words tasted sour on her tongue, "How dare you show your face here again."

You looked up, and I could see that one cheek was redder than the other, and that your lip was busted. Blood was pouring from your nose. You didn't waste any time getting up from the floor and running to me. You body collided with mine, and I let out an 'oof' as I put my arms around you.

"Arty, go get Tommy and Aberama," I said, and I heard Arthur turn on his heel and start jogging.

You were holding onto me for dear life. I could feel your tears wetting my shirt.

"You've got some fucking nerve coming here and starting on my wife," I seethed, "You're lucky that I don't take your eyes out here and now."

Marian scoffed, rolling her eyes. She looked drunk.

"If it were up to me, I'd take out your tongue and your eyes so you could never have the honour of speaking or seeing to this poor girl ever again." Polly spat as Aberama, Bonnie, and Tommy approached us.

"Your lovely ex flame came to visit," Polly commented dryly as I rubbed your back.

"I'll take her home," I announced, making Bonnie nod as Aberama walked in and grabbed Marian roughly.

I took off my suit coat and wrapped it around you, leading you to my car. I put you into the passengers seat, then slid over the hood with ease and hopped into the drivers seat, starting the car and beginning the short drive back to Watery Lane. You were reduced to sniffles.

•••

You and I had been laying in your bed for a bit, still in our wedding clothes. You were curled up at my side, head on my shoulder. Every time I tried to move you’d whine. I hated you clinging to me like this. You weren’t supposed to be like this, ever. You were meant to be fire and passion and witty remarks that made me wish I had come up with them. Not the pitiful girl that laid beside me now, eating her cold pancakes.

You shifted your head, and I could feel a something stiff. A bobby pin.

“Want me to undo your hair?” I asked softly, making you nod.

“I trust you,” You mumbled.

I ignored the odd remark and started carefully undoing your hair, placing the flowers and pins on the bedside table.

“Thank you, for upholding the truce — Linda.” You explained after I gave you an odd look.

I hummed in reply, but then realised; we had both stirred each other up today.

“We both broke the truce, we stirred each other up today.” I pointed out, making your eyebrows shoot up.

“Does that mean we both have to do something that the other comes up with?” You queried.

I shrugged, “Yeah, them’s the rules.”

You nodded, hard in thought. I already knew what I wanted you to do.

“I want you to apologise to Arthur for the way you kicked that jug at the Garrison.” I informed you, and you nodded.

No frown, no scowl, no protesting and swearing at me, just nodding. It made me feel horrible.

“You’re getting me a cat. I won’t be able to make this place my home without an animal,” You said, “And we’re adopting. I won’t buy any animal.”

I didn’t have the heart to protest, so I nodded. I’d suck it up for a bit. I didn’t like cats, but if it annoyed me too much we could always give it to someone else or it could ‘run away’.

“Feeling up for a trip to Charlie’s Yard?” I asked, knowing there was a ratty grey cat there that was pretty tame.

You nodded, stumbling out of bed and over to your wardrobe. I walked over to you, and unzipped your dress. You quickly stepped out of it and took off your slip, revealing bright blue lingerie, and a belly button piercing. I noticed that it was the same colour as your eyes. You looked stunning, and effortlessly so. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want to see you like this again.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” You huffed as you rummaged around, finding a pair of pants and a shirt, “And stop staring at my arse.”

I quickly looked out the window. I glanced back at you, and felt disappointed now that you were fully clothed. You pulled on some socks and your boots, not bothering to tie the laces, then we went downstairs. You grabbed some cooked chicken from our lunch yesterday, then wrapped it in a napkin, and off we went, getting into my car and driving us to Charlie’s Yard.

We got out and I led you to the building the cat liked hanging around. It was there, laying in the sun in front of the door.

“Oh, it’s a Maine Coon!” You squealed excitedly as you crouched and offered it some of the chicken.

It came right up to you, and ate the chicken out of your hand.

“It looks big enough to eat us,” I commented as you started stroking it.

“It — He’s gorgeous,” You defended the cat, and picked him up with ease.

He started purring, and didn’t try to get out of your arms at all. I walked up to the pair of you and tried to pet the cat, but he hissed and tried to bite me. Fucking bastard. I’ll make sure to babysit Charles sometime soon so he can terrorise the cat.

“We’re definitely taking this one home.” You announced, and started walking back to the car.

“I’m not going to take care of it, it’s your pet!” I called out as I followed you.

“Fine by me!” You replied, putting the cat into the backseat of the car.

“What are you going to name it?” I asked as I got into the car and started it, curious.

You looked over at the cat as I started driving.

“Hmm, Finn Junior.” You decided, making me scoff.

“That’s a stupid idea,” I told you, making you scowl.

“How?” You demanded, glaring at me.

“Well, if we ever have a kid and it’s a boy, we should name it Finn Junior, and it will be confusing if we also have a cat named Finn Junior.” I explained, making you laugh.

“You think I’d ever let you fuck me? Oh, you’re a funny one,” You sighed, and the cat meowed, as if agreeing, “Finn Junior is a stupid name for a kid, if I ever named a kid after you, it would be your name as a middle name, or a variant of your name for the first name — like Finneas.”

I scrunched my brows together in confusion, but nodded, letting you have it. Why is it that girls always seem to have a list of baby names picked out? Are they born with the list?

“Anyway, he likes Finn Junior, don’t you little Finn?” You asked, and the cat purred.

“You’re only naming him after me to spite me,” I complained as we reached home.

“Obviously,” You agreed, getting out and grabbing the cat out from the back, “If you didn’t say anything about how stupid the name was I would’ve named him something like Thunder, or Binky, or Ted. But, you objected, so now he’s your namesake. He even looks like you, honestly.”

I glanced at the cat’s squashed up face.

“He looks like he ran face first into a wall.” I said dryly, and you gasped, scooping him up and telling him to ignore the mean, ugly man driving the car.

You stepped away from the car, shutting the door. I made sure you were inside before glancing at the rear view mirror. I absolutely did not look like that bastard.

I’m sure you were only put on God’s green Earth to irritate me.

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Another chapter done!! Marian does have a bigger hand in the plot, I’m not just bringing her back for this one scene lol.

Love y’all ❤️

- Sunflower x

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years ago

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do you have that mlb one shot where ezzie dresses up as a bat and tries to scare people up on your masterlist?? i cant find it

I cant find it either! If anyone can can you link it so I can add it?

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julemmaes · 4 years ago

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Prompt sent by @sayosdreams: Ezra goes on his first date

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A/N: definitely not what I had planned for this prompt, but I’m not sad nor surprised. Ezra is 16, almost 17, Andra is 6 and the others don’t appear. But we’re introduced to Dara (MorxAndromache’s son) who is 16, Nia (AmrenxVarian’s daughter) who is 15, and Chelo (EmeriexAzriel’s second daughter) who is 6 and Fabien (FeyrexRhysand’s second son) who is 7 are mentioned.

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Ezra didn't know he could be so embarrassed for someone else. And so scared for his own personal safety.

When Nia and Dara had told him they'd found him someone to go out with, he'd never expected the guy in question to be...well, like this.

Daniel was peculiar.

When he'd seen him arrive at the bus stop where they'd arranged to meet, Ezra had immediately felt a creepy feeling of unease, which had only increased out of all proportion when the boy whose last name he didn't even know yet had hugged him like his grandmother did every time they visited.

Ezra had stood motionless with his eyebrows pinned to his hairline for a full minute while the other one formally introduced himself, reaching out a hand toward him. He'd seen her nails polished a cheerful pastel blue and had smiled, trying to quell that wrong feeling in the back of his mind, "I like your nails."

Daniel had chuckled disturbingly - the sound still etched in Ezra's mind - and then made a very serious face, "It's to let others know I'm so gay."

The Navarro boy hadn't commented, not wanting to make an immediate bad impression with his date, but he'd found at least five ways to retort to that immense bullshit.

Daniel had linked their arms together and told him he'd take him to his favorite spot, and Ezra had been hesitant with all that physical touch. Not because he wasn't used to having someone around all the time touching him in one way or another, but because Daniel seemed like the kind of person who had no idea what boundaries were and he wasn't keen on being kissed out of the blue.

"So, what are you?" he had suddenly asked him.

Ezra had arched an eyebrow, confused, "What am I?"

"Yes, what are you silly," the other had chuckled. Silly? What the- "Gay, bi, pan?" Ezra had been dumbfounded, and he was sure that if Daniel hadn't been dragging him along, he would have gotten stuck in the middle of the sidewalk. He'd blinked a few times, trying to figure out why someone would ask such a thing for no apparent reason. When he'd still been silent, looking for an answer that wouldn't make him look like a complete idiot, Daniel had asked him again, giving him a light shove.

Erza had looked at him at that point, his expression somewhere between surprised and furious, "I don't know yet, I'm trying to figure it out."

"Oh, poor thing, I'm sure you'll understand after tonight." and again that creepy giggle, "I'll make sure this date makes you realize you're completely gay."

He hadn't told anyone he was going on a date that night, only his two best friends, and in that moment he couldn't have regretted his decision more.

He'd made up an excuse for his parents and Cassian and Nesta were now home chilling, probably doing what they did every Saturday night when they somehow managed to get rid of their kids, but Ezra just wanted to call his mom and get the hell out of that fast food.

He made a disgusted grimace, moving a chip with a handkerchief, too afraid that he would catch some kind of disease if he actually touched that food, when something under the table caught his attention. He opened his eyes wide when he realized it was a cockroach and had to suppress a gag.

"Are you okay, Ezzy?" Daniel asked him in a squeaky voice - Danny, as he'd asked him to call him when they'd arrived at the venue, "You look a little pale."

Ezra looked up at the boy, unsure whether to tell him for the tenth time that he hated that stupid nickname he'd stuck on him almost an hour ago or to let it go and try to enjoy the rest of the evening. Staring at the individual in front of him for a second too long, he gave him the most fake smile he could muster, replying simply, "Everything's fine." even if it was anything but fine. He certainly couldn't tell him that he never wanted to hear another word come out of his mouth, or that the place creeped him out so much that he was sure he'd have nightmares for the rest of his life. Or that the group of guys sitting at the table next to them looked at them so wrong every time he used the word gay that he wouldn't be surprised if they ended the night running away from them.

He'd done so many little things to make him uncomfortable that Ezra was wondering if he wasn't doing it on purpose, if he was on some kind of candid camera and if his friends would be coming out of the kitchen any minute, laughing at his misfortunes.

"That's good." resumed Daniel, then took a bite of his sandwich and some sauce, which should have been any other color but the one it was, fell on the table, "Anyway, back to what we were talking about before."

Ezra winced, closing his eyes and trying not to breathe in the awful smell of dirty water that hovered around the place. He didn't want to go back to the conversation from before. He wanted to run away.

"The first time I came out was when I was eight years old and everyone called me names, like I was telling you." Daniel nodded, continuing to chew with his mouth open, and Ezra could only avoid looking at him for a short time before the boy demanded they make eye contact. He'd explicitly asked him several times.

"Oh and then of course the first Gay Pride I went to was only a few years ago, because you know, they don't do any in Velaris and never will, duh." the boy said making an x with his fingers as he shook his head. Ezra chuckled at that gesture, more out of desperation than anything else, and Daniel seemed to take it as an invitation to continue, because he launched into a detailed description of his first time having "gay sex" with someone.

He shut his brain down, planting a tugged smile on his lips and hoping the torture would end soon.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out as Daniel said, "I kissed someone for the first time when I was ten, a boy of course." He jumped from topic to topic with such ease that Ezra struggled to keep up with him and was a little grateful for that.

It was a text from Nia asking him how the date was going and that she and Dara were at the latter's house, waiting for him to ask to pick him up. He typed a reply quickly, offending her in every way possible for putting him in such a situation and begging her to come as soon as possible. He turned off the screen, putting his phone back in his pocket and then leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest and furrowing his brow as his brain perceived the words "blood" and "anal."

A not at all pleasant sensation began to blossom at the pit of his stomach.

He breathed through his nose deeply and regretted it soon after. If he hadn't ended up throwing up that night or dying, he would have given himself a weekend at a spa with the full package, sauna and all that crap and he would have forced Nia to pay for it. It was his friend's fault that he was now in this pathetic situation.

Ezra closed his eyes, trying to calm his thoughts and completely externalize himself from the outside world - something he'd learned to do on long trips to Illyria when his siblings decided to have a tantrum all at once. When Daniel didn't stop for another ten minutes and Ezra vaguely heard the word orgasm, he stood up abruptly, bringing his hands close to his ears in case he didn't stop talking.

Daniel brought one hand to his mouth and the other to his chest, startled by that sudden outburst from him.

"Ezzy..." he murmured, "what's wrong?"

Ezra clenched his hands into fists, closing his eyes. The feeling in the pit of his stomach was intensifying more and more, "Stop calling me that, please." then he stared into his eyes, leaning forward, "I asked you to stop two hours ago. Two hours."

Daniel stared at him open-mouthed, some chewed food was visible and Ezra was forced to turn away, trying to erase the image from his mind, but he heard it anyway when he asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

Ezra huffed out a laugh and the group of older boys, who had been watching them since they entered the fast food restaurant, stared at him with somber expressions, then shifted their gazes to Daniel. He brought his attention back to Daniel in turn and said in a low voice so that no one would hear him, "I'm sorry to have to tell you like this, but there won't be a second date and this one ends here."

He didn't even wait to see Daniel's reaction, grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. He shivered in the cold of the city and looked around, lost. He had no idea where he was. He didn't know what part of town that fast food was in, and he couldn't understand how Nia knew the place existed. He walked down the main street, hoping to find something - a store, a bus stop, anything - that would help him figure out where he was.

He had just finished slipping on his jacket when he felt a hand tighten around his wrist and pull hard enough to make him stumble backwards. He didn't even realize he was falling until his back hit the ground and the air rushed out of his lungs so violently that it shocked him. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to catch his breath. Panic didn't have time to make its way through his body that someone was pulling him up by force.

Ezra kicked his feet in the air, looking around, unsure whether to scream for help and trying hard to free himself from the stranger's grasp, when he realized with horror that it was Daniel.

The all too cheerful and bright eyes that had characterized that basic little face until that moment, that had frightened but more than anything else bored Ezra to the point of exhaustion, now shone with a new emotion and he was petrified to realize that he looked like another person entirely. It was anger, pure rage in the boy's pupils.

"Daniel-" he tried to say to get him to let go.

Daniel was still clutching the front of his shirt and shook his head when he said his name, "I don't get it, what is it?" he asked, tilting his head to the side smiling, "You don't like to talk about me being gay because you haven't figured out what you are yet?"

What was wrong with this guy?

Ezra's eyes were wide and he couldn't speak. He was afraid Daniel would hit him.

After all, he didn't know him. He didn't know anything about the person in front of him other than the fact that the only trait in his personality was being gay. He hadn't been able to get anything personal out of him, nothing about what school he attended, nothing about his family, his hobbies.

A sheer, unmitigated terror made its way through his mind as he realized that Daniel could easily have been even much older than he said he was.

"Let me go." murmured Ezra, clasping his hands around his wrists. The only certainty he had at that moment was the fact that Daniel wouldn't be able to pull out any kind of sharp object to hurt him as long as he had his hands on Ezra.

Daniel wasn't that much bigger than him, he was a few inches shorter, but Ezra wasn't the kind of guy who would get into fights and win. No, he wasn't like his brother. He was more the type who got pushed into the fight and ended up with a broken nose because he didn't want to hurt the other guy.

The door to the fast food restaurant opened behind him and he tried hard to block out the shaking of his hands, of his lower lip. He couldn't take his eyes off Daniel's, too scared that if he even moved a finger, the other would snap.

"Everything okay out here?" someone asked, a deep, gravelly voice.

Daniel's eyes snapped over his shoulder and loosened their grip on his shirt. Ezra took the opportunity to push him away. Cursing, he fell backwards again, cushioning his fall with his hands and felt a sharp pain go up his arm. Hissing, he brought the limb to his chest, clutching it with his other hand.

Arms slipped under his shoulders, helping him pull himself up, "Here."

As soon as he was on his feet, Ezra took three steps back, moving away from both men in front of him.

He realized with no small amount of dread that the newcomer was one of the boys who had been watching them all evening. He cursed mentally this time, trying to think his way out of the fucked up situation.

How had he ended up there?

How had he ended up in the ugliest neighborhood in all of Velaris just because he wanted to go on a date?

Daniel was looking at the man now, much bigger and bulkier than the two of them combined, and Ezra heard a bicycle bell ring in the distance.

The heads of all three snapped toward the sound, but the only one who started running toward the two approaching figures was Ezra. He heard Daniel yell his name, but that only prompted him to run faster.

Nia was flailing around, swinging dangerously on her bike, and she didn't seem to notice the condition he was in, because she was smiling like a little girl on Christmas morning, but Dara was.

"Nia, come here." Ezra heard him say even at that distance. The girl must have heard something in her boyfriend's tone too, because she bolted beside him and got off her bike silently. Ezra continued to run at breakneck speed until he was in front of his best friends and got on the bike Nia had just left behind. He ordered them both to take off with short breaths and Dara to pedal as fast as he could before darting off down the road.

The boy in question waited until Nia was safely settled on the rack before turning the bike around and following Ezra down the half-lit street.

What the hell had just happened?

***

"I think we should call aunt Nesta," Nia said, with a grave expression.

Dara shook his head, reaching behind her and resting an arm on the back of the bench, starting to play with a strand of her hair, "She'll riot if she finds out what happened."

Nia looked at him frowning, "So you think we should handle it?"

Dara nodded, reducing his lips to a thin line.

"The us-handling-it ended with Ezra almost getting himself killed," she pointed out to him, "I think we've done enough for tonight."

"Speaking of," Ezra murmured. He sat with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, his eyes closed, convinced that if he opened them he'd start crying. "Where the fuck did you find someone like that?"

A shiver ran through his body and he didn't know if it was because of the memory of Daniel or because they insisted on spending their Saturday nights in the cold backyard of Dara's house.

Nia scratched the back of her neck, "A friend told me she had a friend who was busting her balls because he's been single for too long and he reminded me of someone." she gave him a pointed look and shrugged, "I didn't think he'd be a psycho."

Dara chuckled tiredly and Ezra lifted his head to look at him, "Why are you laughing, that was terrifying." he repeated for the billionth time. "I don't think I'll ever date again."

"Actually as a first date it kinda sucked," mumbled the girl yawning. Erza knew they were both dead tired and it wouldn't make any difference if he stayed over at his aunt Mor's or went back to his house, either way he would find himself alone in a bed. He might as well avoid a sleepless night because of Nia's snoring.

Truth be told, he would have preferred to be cuddled by his sisters, but he would never admit that out loud.

He opened and closed the fingers of his left hand, wincing every time the cut on his wrist joint moved.

Nia was watching him closely, "You should probably disinfect that."

Ezra huffed, closing his eyes and scratching his eyebrow, "I'll do it when I get home."

"Do you want me to call your mother?" she offered, understanding immediately. Dara nodded beside her.

He thought about it and then shook his head, getting up and picking up the phone, "If you call her she'll think I'm dead or something bad happened - which is true," he nodded, dialing Nesta's number, and bringing the device to his ear, "but she doesn't need to know over the phone."

She answered on the first third ring.

"Ezra? What's wrong?" she asked with bated breath.

The boy grimaced, immediately realizing he had interrupted something, and Dara burst out laughing. By now it was common knowledge what his parents did every Saturday night. Even Dara's moms had their Wednesdays after all.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you," he narrowed his eyes, wrinkling his nose, "but, is there any way you could pick me up?"

Nesta didn't answer right away, but Ezra clearly heard the shifting of the sheets and the uncertain movements on the other side of the line and his father asked worriedly, "What happened?"

"I don't know-" Nesta answered him in a muffled voice, then more clearly, "Ezra everything alright? Are you okay?" anxiety lacing her words.

Fuck, this was exactly what he wanted to avoid. Making his parents worry about things that could easily be avoided was perhaps the thing he hated most in the world.

Casting a quick glance at his friends, he replied, "You know what, nothing, nevermind, I'll stay here and be back in the morning, don't worry about it." he tried to fake a smile, even though his mother couldn't see it and Dara scoffed, standing up and nearly knocking over Nia who was leaning on his shoulder, "Pass it to me." he murmured.

Ezra pulled away, reaching an arm out to his friend to hold him back as Dara smiled and reached for his phone.

"Where are you now?" asked Nesta urgently. More frantic movement on the other end of the phone, "I've got you on speaker."

Ezra grunted when Dara jabbed a finger into his ribs, "At aunt Mor's." he let out a giggle when he escaped his friend and started running around the garden, "But don't worry, I'm here with Dara and Nia, I'll be back tomorrow."

"Love, you never called me to pick you up in sixteen years of living," the woman pointed out to him. She heard her father agree with her as he warned her that he would wait for her in the car, "Even if nothing happened, something has to have and I don't want to put unnecessary burdens on Mor or Em. We're on our way." Ezra was about to retort when the beep beep of the call being closed rumbled through the phone.

The boy huffed, stopping his run abruptly, and Dara slammed into him, nearly knocking them both over. They burst out laughing as they pushed and pulled in a non-violent fight.

As they fell on top of each other, starting to tickle each other, Nia snickered from the porch, leaning against the railing, "How nice it is to have a boyfriend who has a boyfriend."

"You love us." both boys shouted, opening their eyes and mouths wide and looking at each other immediately after, "Aah, twins." they said again simultaneously. They burst out laughing and Nia ran a hand over her face, warning them that she was going into the house.

Dara stood up at that point, pushing Ezra away, but he helped him up anyway and they silently joined her, trying not to wake Mor and Emerie who were resting on the couch undisturbed. His friend asked him to warn his mother not to ring the bell, so that she wouldn't wake up his moms, and Ezra smiled and nodded.

Dara was the only child of aunts Mor and Em. He was only a few months younger than Ezra, but had been adopted when he was already two years old. Of course, none of the three could remember a day without the other two, and although Dara and Nia had been together for a few months now - after years and years of banter - the dynamics of the group had never changed.

Although Nia had become a little more possessive now where Dara was concerned, it was never really about jealousy. Ezra was just scared when she took on that stern expression that also characterized her mother Amren and threatened him with death when he accidentally hurt Dara during one of their friendly fights.

They entered the bedroom and Nia was already sprawled out on the mattress like a starfish. A soft snoring sounded in the room and Ezra shook his head, "How is she already asleep?"

Dara didn't answer him, but smiled slightly, looking at the shapeless mass of hair that hid the girl's face. He walked over to the bed, grabbing a blanket from the chair and trying to cover her entirely, but from the position she was in, an arm or leg would always be exposed to the chill air.

Ezra felt his heart tighten in his chest, "You're lucky." he whispered.

Dara snorted, looking up at him with a curled brow, "Don't go soft on me, you know we'll both start crying then." then he turned back to Nia, moving her hair out of her face, "It's also after eleven, if we start talking about this stuff I could seriously cry." an even wider smile made its way onto his lips and a twin one appeared on Ezra's. Plus, if Nia woke up with both of them crying, she wasn't going to let them live it down.

Dara and Nia had come before Cal and Nora, before Nate, Theo, and everyone else. Ezra didn't know what it would be like without them, and he never wanted to find out.

"You know, though, yeah," Dara whispered once they had settled into the bean bag chairs, "we're lucky."

Ezra looked into his eyes, yawning, "Do you think my mom will let me go to sleep without an interrogation?"

Dara grinned, "Are we talking about the same Nesta who kept us up an entire night just because she kept losing at UNO?" he reminded him of that deadly night a few years earlier, "Because I'm sure that a person who is willing to keep three whining babies awake just to win at a stupid game isn't going to let something that relevant go until they get their revenge."

Ezra groaned, closing his eyes, "I don't even know how to approach the subject."

"What part?" Dara then asked, watching him closely, "That you also like boys or that one guy almost smashed your face."

"Not helping." he deadpanned.

"No, but seriously," he pulled his legs up, crossing them underneath him, "I know your whole-" he moved a hand in midair, pointing to Ezra's head, "thinking and I don't want to make you more anxious than you need to be, but what if they don't react like you always thought they would?"

Ezra had thought about this countless times, about how his parents might react to such an admission, but the outcome had never bothered him much. He didn't really conceive the concept of coming out when you were growing up in a family like his. He didn't like the idea of having to specify to his parents that one day he might bring home someone who wasn't a woman.

One of his father's closest friends was a lesbian and her son was sitting across from him. If his parents had any objections to that, they would certainly have told him or talked about it.

He was sure it wouldn't have sparked any reaction in his parents.

"It'll be fine." said Ezra only.

"Definitely." Dara dropped his head back, "So how do you plan to introduce the I-went-out-with-a-crazy-man instead?"

Ezra shook his head, "I don't?"

"I'm serious." the other replied, closing his eyes.

"So am I."

They remained silent, Dara surely having realized Ezra didn't want to talk about Daniel anymore.

"What are you planning on doing for Valentine's Day?" he asked suddenly.

Dara chuckled, "I have a girlfriend now man, we can't go out anymore, you and I."

"You dumbass," Ezra insulted him, "I meant with Nia. Where are you taking her?"

Dara pulled himself up, stretching his arms overhead. The boy couldn't sit still for half a minute. "Actually I think she wants to take me somewhere and I'll let her," he nodded thoughtfully, "Although I'm kind of terrified she's going to take me into the woods and kill me, I'm going to activate the location on my phone so you'll always know where I am."

Ezra didn't laugh, he just nodded. The phone vibrated in his hand and his stomach twisted again.

"We're out." the message from his mother read.

He looked up at Dara and found his friend watching him, who gave him an encouraging smile.

They bid each other goonight with their secret handshake and then Ezra walked out of the room just as Dara lifted Nia and tucked her under the covers, laying down next to her.

***

"Are you going to tell us what's going on or are we going to have to guess?" asked Cassian looking over his shoulder once he was in the car.

They were already halfway home and Ezra had only said hello to them, in a very controlled tone of voice, but his mother had tossed back in her seat and stared into his eyes for what had seemed like hours before shifting her gaze to her husband and saying, "Yeah, something happened."

She had watched him for so long that he couldn't understand how she hadn't seen the bloodstain on his sweatshirt. He pulled up the zipper on his jacket, already thinking about how he could remove the stain from the fabric.

"Can we talk about this tomorrow?" he tried to ask. He was looking out the window, but he could feel both his parents' eyes on him.

"Can you sleep if you don't talk about it, or are you going to be up all night?" asked Cassian again, "Because if it's the latter, I'd rather talk about it now."

Ezra closed his eyes, thinking about what to answer. "Is Andra home?" he asked softly.

Nesta nodded, "She's been asleep for a couple of hours though. She's been playing all day with Fabien and Chelo and was dead tired." she said in a chipper tone, "How come?"

"I'm taking her to my room." he replied only.

His mother turned to him again, this time with a lopsided smile on her face, "It's not like she's a dog."

"Yeah, I know," he smiled back, "but at least I'll sleep better."

"Alright, we'll talk about it tomorrow though," Nesta told him. He merely nodded.

Not even two minutes passed and Cassian asked, "Did you have a fight with Dara?"

Ezra nearly burst out laughing, "No, Dad."

"With Nia?"

"Cass." his mom admonished him.

The man turned to her with a mock confused expression, "What?"

"He told us he'd talk about it tomorrow, stop it."

Cassian huffed, "Fine."

As soon as they arrived home, Ezra said goodnight to both of them and went straight to his room. He slipped off his jacket and got into his pajama pants, grabbing his shirt and heading to the bathroom to try and clean his sweatshirt as best he could.

He remained shirtless as he searched the drawers for cotton wool and wound sanitizer. He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists as he spilled some of the liquid on his cut. It wasn't too long or deep, but it had bled him quite a bit, especially considering he hadn't stopped moving his hand half a second, preventing the skin from healing.

He'd definitely done it to himself when he got free of Daniel, but he hadn't realized he'd hurt himself that badly until he'd gotten to Dara's house and Nia had seen the red stain on his sweatshirt. He cleaned the cut from the dried blood, changing cotton balls after the first one had turned completely red.

He turned on the water, running his entire forearm under it, when the bathroom door opened and his mother's head popped into view. At any other time he would have told her that she had to knock before entering their bathroom, that he might be naked, but upon seeing the color drain from her face, he remained silent.

He turned off the faucet, cupping his hand over his wrist as Nesta entered the bathroom and stared in pure terror at the cotton wool and blood on the sink. He hadn't seen his mother so scared since the day he'd broken his arm.

"Mom..." whispered Ezra, stepping forward, toward her.

"What happened?" she asked bringing a hand to her throat. Then she looked into his eyes, "Did you do it yourself?"

Ezra frowned, confused. Then the shock of what his mother's newly spoken words implied hit him and he shook his head, wincing. "No, god- no mom. I-"

Nesta moved until she was in front of him and gently took his arm, moving his hand from his wrist until she saw the cut and sighed. Whether in relief or otherwise, Ezra didn't know.

"You need to tell me what's going on, and no, you can't go to bed without telling me what you did tonight first," she murmured to him, without looking at his face. She had taken another piece of cotton and was dabbing at his wrist with the gentleness that only a mother with her children could have, checking for soil residue or anything else.

"Nesta?"

Ezra winced when he heard his father's voice calling to her.

Mom looked him in the eye, tossing the wadded up bits, "If you promise me that as soon as you get out of here you'll come talk to us, I'll go out now and let you get ready for the night in peace." she told him.

She was looking at him with so much emotion that Ezra regretted even thinking about lying to her and telling her he just fell off his bike. Besides, if it had been about something so stupid, he would have told her right away and she knew it. So, lowering his gaze to the floor, he nodded, "I promise."

Stepping out, she picked up the clothes Ezra had left on the floor and then he was alone again. He brushed his teeth, thinking about how to deal with this. He grabbed a band-aid from Celia's locker - she used more than anyone else put together because of soccer - and then slipped on his pajama shirt, leaving the bathroom and heading for his parents' room. Halfway down the hallway he turned around and stopped with his hand on the doorknob of his room. He closed his eyes, smacking his forehead against the wood, "Let's do this."

He didn't have time to knock that his parents' door opened and Cassian looked at him differently than he always did, looked at him like he was trying to read his mind. Ezra felt himself blush for the first time in a long time and shifted his gaze to his mother, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and smiling at him.

Ezra slipped into the room, sitting down at the end of the bed. Nesta settled against the bedpost and Cassian sat down, facing the wall. He couldn't see his father's face, but he sensed his concern as waves radiated from his body.

"I had a date tonight." mumbled Ezra playing with the blanket, but keeping his eyes on his mother.

Nesta opened her mouth slightly wide in surprise, then closed it again, composing herself, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I don't know," he confessed.

"How did it go?" asked Cassian, turning to face him.

Ezra scratched his head, "Bad."

"I'm sorry." his mother told him with as much sincerity in her voice as she could muster. Then she cast a quick glance at his dad and Ezra took a deep breath, bracing himself for what was to come. "How did it get so bad?"

"The other one wasn't exactly sane," he said, brushing the patch with his fingers.

Cassian stiffened and flexed his fingers several times, "Did she do anything to you?"

Ezra felt his heart start to beat a little faster, "He was-" then he stopped, looking at his parents. Neither Nesta nor Cassian seemed the least bit touched by what he'd just said. "He was peculiar."

They waited for him to speak, giving him time to process.

"He immediately started touching me and normally-"

His father interrupted him, "Touching you?" he asked in a low voice.

Ezra had never heard that tone of voice before. He had never seen Cassian's eyes grow so dark, his jaw so taut. Everything in the man's body screamed anger. His mother had pulled herself up straighter and extended a hand toward her husband, as if she needed physical support to deal with such a conversation.

He was quick to specify, "Hugs, he was always trying to find a way to touch my hands, my face, and normally it wouldn't bother me, but it was the first time I'd seen him and god, I don't even know his fucking last name." he didn't bother not to say the bad word. He knew his mother didn't care right then and he needed to vent. Cassian nodded and while Nesta seemed to have relaxed a bit, his father hadn't lost that feeling of hatred that was rippling across his face.

"He talked the whole time about things purely related to the fact that he was gay and he went into detail." he said with wide eyes, "And he demanded that we look at each other while he talked and that made me uncomfortable in no small part and the place he took me to." he shuddered, "It looked like something out of one of those TV shows that Celia always watches about houses full of trash."

Nesta crossed her arms over her chest, with a worried gaze, "Why didn't you call me? I would have come right away."

Ezra looked at her, shaking his head, "I thought about it, but I had arranged with Nia and Dara that they would pick me up with their bikes and I texted Nia and-"

He paused to catch his breath.

"As soon as he said the word orgasm I got up and told him I didn't want to see him anymore and left."

Cassian nodded, "You did the right thing." he told him resting a hand on his ankle, "With these people you never know what can happen-"

Nesta interrupted him, "How did you get the cut?"

His dad frowned and turned to her, but Nesta was just watching Ezra as she bit her lip, growing more and more agitated.

He closed his eyes, sighing, "I fell."

"Yeah, but how?"

He remained silent, trying to find a way to tell the story from the beginning without his parents losing years of their lives before he could finish telling.

"Ezra." his father murmured, tightening his grip on his ankle.

He took a deep breath and tried to say it all at once before they could interrupt him, fixing his eyes on the seams of his pajamas, "He followed me outside and grabbed my arm, but I fell backwards. He grabbed me by my jacket and when I managed to get free again I must have fallen on a rock or something sharp because I hurt my hand." his voice was shaking at the end of the sentence and he hadn't realized how striking it had actually been for him. "Some guy came out of the fast food restaurant and distracted Daniel and I ran. I found Nia and Dara on their bikes and we rode home." then he wrinkled his brow, "I've already blocked his number and his every social account." he added under his breath. When he looked up at his parents, he felt tremendous guilt. Nesta had a hand over her mouth and her eyes slightly glazed over. He could see all kinds of emotions battling there: anger, apprehension, panic, worry. He could see how much it was costing her not to leave that house and go find Daniel on her own.

Cassian had sprung to his feet and was now pacing back and forth between the closet and the bathroom, hands crossed behind his head as he took deep breaths.

Ezra didn't know what to do. They had broached the subject of relationships many times before, there was no reason why they should have to explain to him why everything that had happened was wrong and that it wasn't normal, that it wasn't his fault. He knew.

"Are you okay?" his mom asked him.

He nodded, "I didn't want to tell you tonight because we're all tired, tomorrow morning would have been better." then he shifted his gaze to his dad, "I'm sorry, dad."

Cassian froze, letting go of a trembling breath as he shook his head. He sat down next to his son, wrapping his arms around him and holding him to his chest. Ezra melted into the embrace, wrapping his arms around him in turn.

"You don't have to apologize for anything," he murmured to him. He pulled away just enough to look into his eyes. Then he shook his head again, "I'm sorry you didn't tell us about the date and I'd appreciate it if in the future you would."

"Yeah," Nesta indulged him, moving around on the mattress until she was next to them and could place a hand on his face, "we don't care who you go out with, but at least know where you're going so that if something happens we know where to come get you."

Ezra nodded.

Then Nesta opened her arms and he released herself from his father's grasp to find comfort in his mom's.

"I'm sorry, love." she whispered to him.

Ezra shrugged, saying in a muffled voice, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

And he was indeed fine.

He felt his father's hand caressing his back and they stayed there for a while longer, while Nesta and Cassian exchanged a look full of emotions and worries, but also of relief because the evening could have ended in a completely different way.

It wasn't until the next day that they would ask him if he wanted to press charges and how it would all play out should he decide to continue, only after they had talked about it a whole night between the two of them.

In the meantime, Ezra would come out of their room after saying goodnight to them for the second time and crawl into Andra's bed, where the little sister would immediately attach herself like an octopus to his neck and where they would fall asleep peacefully hugging.

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littlepadika · 3 years ago

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I absolutely luv! Reading your Drabbles and fics, but how is cocky space daddy Ezra not on your masterlist?? 👀☺️🖤✨👏🏻

AHHH I've been called out!! Ezra is a dream and more. I definitely want to write for him I just haven't gotten much interest and I've not had any ideas yet💕 Do u have any 👀??? Fear not, dear Ezzie, I'm still in enamored with u 😻

#ask padika #ezzie #raven pascal

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prideful-sins · 4 years ago

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Cynbel X Lucifer: Confessions of two sinners (OC X Lucifer)

Cynbel is my Obey Me! OC (here’s his info). Esmeralda/ Ezzy is my best friend’s OC/ MC (and our OC’s are besties) and Smeowg is his cat, they share a pact and with that pact they can feel eachothers energies and both become drained if the other uses a large amount, both my friend and I wanted to write out our OC’s confessing to their SO’s, no one will be interested but this is more for me than y’all

Word Count: 4.1k

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Cynbel sat down on the edge of Lucifer’s bed, a dim light shining in through the window and illuminating his sleeping lovers face. Another night of ‘meaningless’ sex, used and abandoned, sneaking out to his own house smelling like sweat and despair. While it sounds like Cynbel hates these nights he, in fact, loves them. The arousal, the gripping, the clawing, biting, licking, hair pulling, all ecstasy, or so he would have said many years ago, but now? He just liked the time with Lucifer, being around him, listening to his stresses of his day, stresses made by either his workload or his brothers.

Cyn stood up and got fully dressed before turning to Lucifer, sleeping soundlessly on the bed. It couldn’t have been past 2 am and Lucifer was sleeping deeply, his breaths slow and heavy, chest rising and falling in a hypnotising pattern. His hair falling ever so slightly into his eyes, other strands stuck to his forehead, a remnant of their time together last night. Cyn took a step forward and pushed the hair from Lucifer’s eyes, he always hated it when it got into his eyes, his fingers lingering for just a moment too long upon the sleeping demon’s cheek before taking a sharp breath in and stepping away.

The door closed silently, he had been doing this for years now he was practically an expert at sneaking out of The House of Lamentation, not that he needed to, the Brothers knew what was going on, they had for years now, and it had gotten past the point of asking. Cynbel’s steps were silent and cautious down the halls, careful not to wake any of the sleeping demons. As he walked down the corridor the portraits stared in disgust at Cyn, or ,at least, he felt like they were.

“Fuck off” he hissed at a particularly depressing portrait of some random woman he’d never ever know. All was silent within the halls, but a snack was needed, so the route was changed for a slight stop in the kitchen. Cynbel made his way downstairs, all had been silent but not for long as the distant sounds of munching and wrapper unfurling was particularly disruptive.

“Beel? You in here?” Cyn turned the corner to a starry eyed Beelzebub.

“Hm?” Beel swallowed all that was in his mouth, “Oh Cynbel it’s you, hey”

“Hey, got anything I can have? I’m starving, Lucifer sure as hell tired me out”

“There’s not a lot left in here, but I can give you a slice Banoffee Pie, it’s Satan’s”

“I’ll take it” Cyn looked solemnly at the slice as he reached out to grab it from Beelzebub

“Are you okay?” Beel had already shoved something else into his mouth so his words were barely audible.

“Yeah I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” Cynbel did his best at playing coy, putting on a fake smirk and shrugging his shoulders.

“You look really sad, that’s all”

“Huh” Cyn looked down at his slice of pie, “I’ll uh- I’ll be leaving now, thanks Beel ‘preciate it” Cyn walked off and waved the slice of pie as a goodbye.

Beelzebub wasn’t wrong, for the last few months Cynbel felt horrible after sneaking out like this, just one time he’d like to wake up next to Lucifer as an equal, as his public lover, but he was a coward, too scared to admit his feelings, feelings he didn’t even know he had until Ezzy decided to point them out to him. Cynbel was perfectly fine living it out as he was until his, supposed, best friend pointed them out to him. She was his best friend of course but damn if these feelings weren’t annoying, and to top it off? They both had to admit their feelings to their respective men. Another problem? That was tonight.

The streets were always quiet around this time, demons have places to be I suppose, naught more than a nightclub, throwing out the late night riff raff, was open. Streets lined with drunk demons enjoying their sins. They’re not going to have any food left for the morning, Cyn thought before taking his D.D.D. out of his pocket and dialing a local produce supplier. The only thing that answered the phone was an answering machine.

“Hey, it’s Cynb- uhh War, sorry to call so late, I’m leaving this message for this morning. Can you send The House of Lamentation 2 of their food delivery orders? Just send the bill to me and I’ll sort out the rest, thanks” Cyn hung up the phone and placed it back into his pocket, his house now coming into sight, thank fuck.

The door creaked open and Smeowg came running right up to his master, chittering away and telling Cynbel about his day.

“Smeowg! Man did I miss you, how are you doing buddy?” Cyn picked up his cat and wasted no time in smothering him in kisses and headpats, returned with headbutts and licking. “You’re such a good kitty yes you are, come on we’re gonna go wake up Ezzy, I don’t wanna sleep alone tonight, she won’t mind” Cynbel walked through the house, cradling Smeowg in his arms toward their private portal, with a cat flap for his feline of course, the door swung open and he was within Ezzy’s own private cottage, the familiar smells of her herbs immediately making him feel at home. He weaved his way through the furniture and the remnants of her spell work through to her bedroom, where nary a sound was being made.

He turned the handle and opened the door as quietly as he could, Smeowg jumped from his arms and made a beeline for the bed, hopping up without a problem. Cyn closed the door behind him and walked toward his sleeping best friend.

“Hey Ezzy?” He whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder and shaking softly, “Ezzy”

Esmeralda moaned in response, her eyes opening and brows furrowing, “huh?”

“Can I sleep with you? I don’t wanna be alone right now”

Ezzy responded with a hoarse voice, “don’t even have to ask, just climb in” Cyn smiled and climbed over her, a little rougher than he should have but Ezzy didn’t mind. He snuck himself under the covers and became her little spoon, a rare treat for them both, her arms were protectively covering his side and neck and his back was fully against her body, an act of pure love on both counts.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ezzy’s voice was soft amongst the pale moonlight within the room.

“No, just the usual” Cyn was quiet, unnaturally so, his voice wavering just a little.

“Okay, I’ll be here when you wake up”

“I know, thanks babe” with that he drifted off to sleep.

Sunlight, after all this time knowing Ezzy, and being at her house, Cyn had yet to get used to waking up and seeing sunlight in the morning, or maybe it was the afternoon. His eyes groggily opened, a slight headache ringing in his ears from his late night rambling home, the fresh air clearing his lungs from last night’s thoughts. God, why did he feel so drained today? Cynbel sat up on the bed and reached for his D.D.D.

[10:22 A.M]

“Fuck, that’s early” He murmured as he tossed the covers to the side. Cyn always liked the smell of Ezzy’s room, smelt like home to him, not many places ever had. He walked over to the drawers and opened the one that had some of his clothes in, a quick change and Cyn was in clean, non Lucifer or sex smelling, clothes. He opened the door and walked down the hall, into the living room where Ezzy was nowhere to be seen. “Damn, she must have gone somewhere, I’ll catch her in a bit” he said as he walked over to his door, stealing a pastry from the countertop in the kitchen, on the way.

He opened the door, pastry firmly in his mouth, and walked through, the smell of his own house filling his nostrils. As he walked through a loud, thundering knock came at the door, making Cynbel stop in his tracks, brows furrowed, and head pounding. “Son of a taint” mumbled through the dough as he walked over to his door. It swung open and he was faced with Barbatos, “Hello?” or a sound like it from his pastry-filled mouth greeted his fellow demon.

“Hello Cynbel, Diavolo is requesting you at The Palace, he has news he wishes to discuss with you and Lucifer” Barbatos gave a small bow and stood aside, his hand out and pointed towards a car to escort them. Cynbel took the danish from his mouth and swallowed the contents remaining.

“They can’t just send a text? Damn I just woke up” He rolled his eyes as he walked through and past Barbatos.

“My Lord knows you like a personal invitation Cynbel” Barbatos gave a small chuckle as he walked behind Cyn. No more words were said as they both entered the car and proceeded to the castle.

Cynbel couldn’t remember why he was there, he had felt so drained all day that nothing was being taken in by his brain, and the final straw was when he just fell asleep right in the middle of Lucifer talking about….something....

“Cynbel? Cynbel!” He heard Lucifer’s voice but just couldn’t respond, muscles barely even responding to the fact he was awake, until a very sharp stinging sensation on his face.

“Ah!” Cynbel shot up awake, his whole body reacting with fight in this fight or flight situation, his hand raised in a fist before seeing Lucifer’s seething face before him. “Oh hey, what’s up?” Cynbel had a shit-eating grin on his, now rested, face along with a mischievous energy radiating from him.

“What is ‘up’ is the fact you’re asleep during one of our meetings” Lucifer glared down at Cynbel, Diavolo chuckling in the background.

“Oh let him, I’m not even sure why he had to be here in the first place Lucifer, only one item actually regarded War in the human world and it could have waited for his next meeting” The prince hopped to Cynbel’s rescue, a thankful look on his face.

“I wanted to see him to make sure he knew of our dinner reservations later on this evening, and to also thank him for the food he ordered for The House of Lamentation this morning”

Cynbel raised his eyebrow at Lucifer, “Aww you just wanted to see me, of course I remember our reservations” he shrugged and stood up, “I would invite you Dia but it’s strictly Lucifer and I, and you’re welcome”

“Ahaha, I understand” Diavolo chuckled, gave a knowing wink toward the two demons, and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Look, if I’m not needed I’m gonna go, I have some things I need to do before dinner tonight” Cynbel high-fived Diavolo, something he insisted on to make the Prince feel a little less ‘scared of’, and gave Lucifer a pat on the back before leaving. “Thanks for the nap guys!” Cynbel gave one last wave before leaving the room. He could practically hear Lucifer’s frown boreing into the back of Cyn’s head.

Walking back from The Palace was always a treat, cobblestone paths leading him down towards the antique shops, War memorabilia collected from demonic and human wars hung within windows, old portraits looking and staring from within the shop’s glass. As he walked by a quill within an ink set caught his eye, a lovely peacock feather quill complete with an embellished inkpot and scorpion venom ink.

“Lucifer’d love that” Cyn whispered to himself as he looked upon the quill with awe, not a second later he was walking in, paying 12 thousand Grimm, and walking back out with a gift wrapped box. A smile spread on Cynbel’s lips as he looked down at the box “he’s really going to love this”

The rest of the walk was quiet, minor fans bugging him for autographs or photo’s, no flirting, just him walking along with his gift toward his house. He opened the door and the room felt a little warmer than it did earlier, Ezzy must have used his oven for baking because hot damn did his house smell amazing right now, speaking of his best friend Cyn had to go and see her and see how she was getting on with her book, after all, both of them were confessing today. He placed his gift on the kitchen counter and proceeded to the portal to Ezzy’s.

Cyn walked through her door and found Ezzy fast asleep on her sofa, mouth wide open as she breathed in and out, Smeowg curled up between the crook of one of her legs, she must have been asleep for a few hours now, ah the book, that’s why Cynbel felt so drained today. He stood over her and tickled her chin ever so slightly, a wide grin on his face as she began to wake up, her eyes groggily opening before she yelped out in surprise, a howling laugh from Cyn as Ezzy shot up from her sleeping position, Smeowg jumping and bolting from his slumber.

“Don’t scare me like that, you ass!” Ezzy shouted as she got up from the sofa. Cyn only laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, babes, couldn’t resist,” he laughed. “I see you’ve been busy today” he looked around at the spell on the floor, book humming with distant, but strong, energy. Ezzy dipped down and retrieved the book from its position on the floor.

“Yeah, sorry about the energy drain. I know you felt it.” Her voice was soft, remembering how gentle he had been last night, and how bad she felt about the energy drain.

“No worries, dear. Just gave me an excuse to have a nap through Lucifer’s boring meeting,” the fondness in the demon’s eyes betrayed the mischievous smile, he raised an eyebrow “Is it done?”

“Yep, it’s all done,” her voice was excited and definitely anxious, he could feel her heart racing from nearly a metre away “When should I give it to him?” Ezzy’s eyes were wide, her eyebrows raised up high as she pondered her own predicament.

“Well, we had a deal that you would confess if I did. I’d say as soon as possible,” Cyn shrugged and flopped onto the couch. Smeowg happily jumped onto his owner for pets. “We all know he has feelings for you, so just give it to him right now. He should be home, anyway.” Cyn’s words fell on deaf ears as he watched her bite her reddening lip, “Ezzy. Ezzy. Ezzy! Dammit will you stop biting your lip?” He finally broke her out of her thoughts as she whispered a ‘huh?’ finally listening to him. “If you don’t get your ass moving and quit biting your lip, I’ll throw the book at him myself. Now, go girl! I’ll hold down the fort here, won’t I Mr. Smeowg? Yes, I will! Aw, you’re such a baby!” Cynbel didn’t focus on Ezzy leaving to admit her feelings to Satan, he fell into the trap of cooing upon his pet, rubbing it’s stomach with hellish intent and basking in the victory purring.

He heard Ezzy walk away with the book, a pang of worry through his chest as he thought of the worst possible scenario. “I only have a couple of hours until I have to meet Lucifer at The Fall, am I ready buddy? Do you think he loves me back?” Smeowg merely looked at his master and gave a slight ‘mew’ “Tell me about it, I should go and get ready, shower, shave and get dressed, let’s go buddy”

Once he was clean, shaved, and dressed Cyn admired himself in the mirror, parting his hair different ways and making funny faces in the mirror before heading off downstairs, picking up his gift and walking through the door, a small, but worried, spring in his step as he made his way to the car waiting to take him to his doom.

The drive had been silent so far but Cyn has other ideas, “hey Isaac, you ever just shit yourself about emotions?”his voice was playful but there was a tone of worry hidden below.

“Uhh?” The driver looked at him, his eyebrow raised in confusion, his name was definitely not Isaac.

“Eh drop it” Cyn’s failed attempt at some humour was thrown out of the window as the bumps threw his body around. The rest of the drive was silent and foreboding, Lucifer’s gift heavy within Cynbel’s hands as he played around with the ribbons adorning the neat gold and black paper. The car pulled up in front of The Fall and Cynbel stepped out, some paparazzi hung around the entrance trying to get pictures and questions, Cynbel merely waved at the cameras and gave his best smile, questions being shouted about if ‘he was meeting anyone there?’, ‘why was he holding a gift’, ‘is he proposing to someone?’ it was relentless, but easy to ignore as Cyn walked by the bodyguard, Mammon’s doing from previous, unwanted, entries on his part.

The atmosphere was happy and light-hearted, music coming from the nearby live band, a soft concerto piece featuring strings hovering above polite conversations. The waiters and waitresses bustled around to pour drinks, serve food, and deal with diners accordingly. The host smiled at Cynbel and gave a small nod.

“Do you have a reservation Sir?”

“Yes, it’s under War” Cynbel hated using his ‘official’ name for things but he was bound to it, for the most part, email subscriptions were usually just Cynbel. The host nodded and looked down at his documents, checking that Cyn wasn't some random demon who had wandered in from the street, they guy knew he wasn’t, Lucifer and Cynbel were here 2 times a week at least, and knew half of the staff by name, but he still had to do his job.

“Of course mister War, you’re second party is here already” the host walked out to escort Cynbel to Lucifer, of course he was here early, no time for Cyn to suck up his gut and swallow the heart beating a samba within his throat. They passed other demons eating happily, enjoying their food and the conversations they were engulfed within, the clinking of cutlery on plates and wine glasses set down on tables amongst the slight chitter of gossip and distant thrumming of laughter. The pair came to the stairs they lead to the second story of the hall, private booths for couples and business partners to discuss their secrets.

Cynbel thanked The Host for the escort and ascended the stairs by himself, breath barely there as his heart pounded within his head. ‘You can do this’ Cyn repeated in his head trying to give himself some courage, ‘Ezzy believes in you’ warmth radiated within his chest, originating from the pact mark on his back. As he walked up Cyn’s eyes darted around trying to find Lucifer, scanning over the people within the booths not taking in anyone else he may have known.

There he was. The butterflies within Cynbel’s stomach flew around even more so after looking upon Lucifer’s face, the ambient lighting making his features stand out, the curve of his cheek, the way his hair fell over his face, just perfect. Cyn walked up and Lucifer looked over at him, that smile appearing as he stood to greet his partner.

“Lucifer” Cyn’s voice wavered, excitement washing over him as he greeted the man he loved.

“Cynbel, good to see you again” Lucifer smiled, stood up, and reached out a hand to shake, nimble fingers entwining within Cyn’s.

“You too” Cynbel cleared his throat as he placed the gift on the table before tucking the chair underneath Lucifer. He walked around and sat himself down, looking more nervous by the minute, was he sweating?

“You look nervous, Cynbel, is something wrong?” A waiter came up and handed the pair a wine list for them to browse through, Lucifer was poised gracefully, his eyes staring into Cyn’s with nary a blink of nerve. Cynbel, on the other hand, was damn near panting, out of breath and smiling nervously.

“Wrong? No, of course not. I’ll have a Chenin Blanc” the waiter nodded and asked for Lucifer’s order, he responded with a nod, signalling he’d have the same, the waiter took their menus and left.

The night went on for the two, Cynbel creating lighthearted conversation and Lucifer chuckling along, hands touched between courses, feet played against each other throughout them chewing, rubbing along ankles in a playful manner. Lucifer talked of work, vented about his brothers’ doings of the day, letting his guard fall more and more as they conversed. The dessert course came, ones of Lucifers favourites, hot, poisoned apple pie with a custard ice cream.

As Lucifer admired his plate Cynbel cleared his throat once more, “Lucifer?” the alert of his name caused the other demon to look up at Cyn once more, a light ‘hmm?’ in response. “We’ve been staring at this all night, so here” Cyn pushed the box over to Lucifer, his face reddening at his feelings laid bare.

“It’s not my birthday Cyn, you needn’t have gotten me a gift” Lucifer’s sentence didn’t compliment the smile on his face, a slight excitement in his eye as he looked upon the gift.

“I know, but I saw it and thought of you” Cyn looked fondly at the other demon as he started opening the gift, fingers dancing along ribbon and edges of paper. “I actually had something to talk to you about, to ask you, that is”

“What is it?”

“I wanted to confess to you. Something that’s been eating away at me for months now. When we began this… this” Cyn waved his hand between the two of them in a telling way, they both knew what he meant, “we never wanted feelings to come into it, it’s been, what, decades now?” Lucifer nodded in agreement, “Well thanks to Ezzy, that dear friend of mine, I’ve come to realise that...well I don’t want to sneak out in the morning’s anymore, I want to wake up next to you and look upon your sleeping face before kissing you awake, I want to spend the bad days with you and help you through work and your brothers doings-” Cyn was interrupted by Lucifer’s gasp, his eyes on the present, Cyn smiling at his reaction.

“Cynbel this is, my goodness, it’s beautiful” Lucifer smiled at Cyn, this final act giving him the courage to continue.

“I love you, Lucifer, body and soul, I have for years but I never wanted to admit it to myself, but now that I know… I can’t just ignore it, I can’t continue with this by keeping my feelings locked away” For once Lucifer was silent, his mouth slightly open and brows raised in disbelief. The silence was deafening, and too long for Cyn’s liking “Lucifer, please say something”

“I- “ he began to reply before taking a deep breath, “I feel the same way” Lucifer gave a small chuckle, “foolishly, I assumed you had no feelings for me so I kept it to myself, afraid to ruin what little time we were spending together. Making love to you only to wake up and smell the covers of where you once were was torture, I would have hardly been able to endure it much longer”

“You’re shitting me?” Cynbel was astonished, his mouth hanging agape at Lucifer’s confession.

“I ‘shit’ you not, I love you too, Cynbel” Lucifer placed his hand on the table, open and waiting for Cyn to reciprocate, which he did, immediately. Hands closed around each other as they giggled and smiled, “What a night”

“Yeah you don’t say, honestly? I didn’t think you’d actually feel the same” Cyn leaned over the table, Lucifer mirroring him and leaning in closer, both of their hands clasping each other’s, smirks and half lidded eyes leading them into their first, proper, loving, kiss.

The world stood still in that one moment, knowing Lucifer felt the same way he did was amazing and this kiss was like none they had shared before that. Passion entwined within their bodies, electricity thrumming between them, smiles parting the kiss as their foreheads touch, Cyn’s hand raised to Lucifer’s cheek cupping it and running his thumb along his lovers cheekbone.

“Thank you for the gift, I’ll take that as an apology for your napping during the meeting earlier” Lucifer pulled away from Cyn, a snide smirk on his face.

“Oh? I was hoping to apologise later on tonight, unless you’d rather I didn’t? Cynbel played coy, innocently smiling and raising his eyebrows, causing Lucifer to smirk.

“Oh no, I’ll take that apology, too”

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gracefulsunflower · 2 years ago

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CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 5

PUBLISHED: 16/05/2022

!!FIRST PART HERE!!

Part 1

MASTERLIST

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Finn could hear you chattering away to the girls most of the day. You bonded more with them than you did with him, and it was safe to say that they adored you, and you them, bar Linda. He was slightly grateful, because it would make your transition into the family easier on you if you were liked.

You had become a good use in the betting shop, whispering in the men's ears on which horse you thought would win. Who would be stupid enough to ignore a traveller girl with a nice smile?

Little did the men know, you were making sure Shelby Company Limited would earn all the men's money by telling them to bet their money on the losing horses. Polly admired your cunningness.

It was now the end of the day, the shop just closing. You were sat on Polly's desk, chewing gum, laughing at some story Polly was telling you about your Dad. Finn was stood in the doorway, watching the pair of you, feeling envious at how Polly had managed to worm her way into your good graces and he was stuck being called 'Shelby'.

Linda pushed past Finn to show Polly something or other.

"You can't read it, you're not part of the business," Linda said to you, dropping the file onto Polly's desk just behind you.

"You're acting all high and mighty for someone who joined the business five seconds before I came through the door," You replied breezily, "And besides, I can't read — or write — anyway. I can do my name, and Dad says that's enough."

That didn't come to a surprise to Finn, he only learned how to read when he turned seventeen last year, and he still wasn't the best at it, even though he practiced reading the Bible every night with Jeremiah Jesus.

Linda scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Doesn't your family care about you children enough to teach you how to read?"

You stopped chewing your gum, and pursed your lips, looking at Linda.

"What did you just say?" You asked calmly.

"I'm just saying, if you want a respectable job and not one as a whore or a hit man your father should have taught you how to read," Linda stated, opening up the file.

One moment you were sitting there as Linda started explaining what she was showing to Polly, and the next you and Linda were on the floor, you on top of her punching her relentlessly with no sign of stopping.

"Oh, fuck," Finn gasped, hurrying over to pull you off of Linda, who had blood pouring from her mouth and nose.

Polly made no move to grab you, just watching it unfold. In her opinion, you could say whatever you wanted about a person, but you left their family out of it.

You threw your right elbow back, hitting Finn square in the nose, sending him stumbling back. He was dazed for a few seconds, but quickly recovered, grabbing you by the collar and dragging you back off of the poor woman. He could feel his nose dripping blood.

You thrashed around in his grip, trying to get him to let you go.

"(Y/N), if you hurt Linda any more it'll make it harder for Tommy to consider your terms for the marriage — Bonnie and safety when passing through, remember?" Finn cautioned, making you stop your thrashing.

"Don't you ever talk about my family like that ever again, you Christian slut!" You shrieked at Linda, who was rolling on the floor, holding a hand on her face and groaning.

Finn helped you up roughly, his nose still pouring blood. He lead you to the bathroom, where he grabbed some toilet paper and dabbed under his nose. He looked in the mirror, thankfully it didn't get onto his shirt. You turned on the tap and started washing your hands.

Finn pinched his nose shut, making sure to lean slightly forward as he looked at you in the mirror.

"Linda's not in the bridal party then?" Finn asked, words barely decipherable.

"Absolutely not," You spat as you grabbed paper towels to dry your hands, "I want Polly to be there, and Lizzie — Your sister Ada can be there if she wants. That makes four bridesmaids with Ezzie, Saoirse can be the flower girl."

Finn nodded, then thought about groomsmen. Thomas, Arthur, Isiah, and someone else. Michael would still be in hospital. Maybe Bonnie? Karl could be the ring bearer, he was the right age for it.

"Erm, can Bonnie be one of my groomsmen? And can my nephew Karl be the ring bearer?" Finn asked, watching as you took deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth to calm yourself down.

"I'm not Bonnie's fucking mother, he can do what he wants!" You barked, "And yes, your nephew can be the ring bearer, now fuck up and leave me be!"

Finn gave you an awkward thumbs up, not wanting to nod. You would've laughed at the sight if you weren't still mad.

Polly entered the bathroom, looking at Finn then at you, "I'm about to take Linda home, everything alright in here, no trouble in paradise?"

You nodded, "I'm gonna stay in here for a bit until I cool down. He's just taking care of his nose. You, Lizzie, Ada, all have a spot in my bridal party do you wish, I will not have that cunt anywhere near me on Friday, if she's near me I might stab her with a spoon."

"Oh god, you've definitely got your Mother's anger issues," Polly muttered, making you frown, "Alright, tomorrow we'll leave nine o'clock to go to the seamstress here in town, sound good?"

"Sounds good," You confirmed, and Polly spun on her heel and walked out, her boots clacking against the floor.

Finn looked at you out of the corner of his eye. As he eyed you up, decided that you were more than capable of taking Linda out with a spoon.

You and Finn stood in silence for a few more minutes, you managing to get your anger under wraps. You spat out your gum into the bin, and Finn threw the bloody toilet paper in there as well.

"Come on, let's go home, I've got stuff to do," Finn commanded lightly, leading you out of the bathroom.

The pair of you passed the dining room, where Tommy was waiting.

"Finn! (Y/N)!" He called out, making you both turn, "Come here."

You followed Finn hesitantly, a big contrast to his confident walk. You were sure that Tommy was about to yell at you for hitting Linda.

"How was your day?" Tommy asked, his eyes flitting between you.

"Yeah, it was okay," Finn answered, conveniently leaving out the part where you thrashed Linda.

"I had fun bonding with the girls," You admitted, following Finn's lead and ignoring the elephant in the room.

"And Finn!" You added hurriedly as an afterthought.

"Good people. Well done. No trouble?" Tommy questioned, dropping his to his side, flicking the ash off the end of the cigarette.

"No. No trouble." Finn responded, shaking his head.

"What's this I hear about your fiancée flogging Linda, then?" Tommy asked, looking directly at you.

"She suggested my Dad was negligent. I wasn't having it," You answered simply, looking right back at him.

You were feeling nervous, even if your actions didn't show it, with the way your heart was palpitating you had no doubt.

"I know, and I think she knows that now too. Try to keep punches between you and any member of the Shelby family to a minimum from now on, yeah?" Tommy said, and you knew even though it sounded like a question, it was a command.

"Yeah." You agreed quietly, stepping back.

Finn let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as Tommy nodded.

"Erm, after we get married, (Y/N) wants some stuff to happen, Tom." Finn cut in, making Tommy cock a brow, but gesture for him to continue.

"She wants you to hire Aberama whenever you can, because he'll be family and we take care of our own. She wants you to promote Bonnie as best as you can, and for the Lees to leave the Golds alone whenever they pass through here," Finn concluded, looking Tommy in the eyes.

Tommy took a draw from his cigarette, then nodded, "I'll see what I can do, I should be able to fulfil your wishes. You can go now, I'll lock up."

You and Finn nodded, and turned to go.

"Oh, and (Y/N), good job on getting everyone to bet today, Poll told me. It'd be good if you can do the same tomorrow." Tommy added, making you throw a 'yeah' over your shoulder as Finn opened the door for you.

"What business do you have to do?" You asked Finn curiously as you set off down Watery Lane.

"Reading lessons, I have them every night if I have the time." Finn replied, "I learn from a preacher. He's my best mate's dad."

You nodded thoughtfully as you popped another piece of gum in your mouth.

"Would — would I be able to join?" You asked, looking at him, trying not to sound too hopeful.

"Of course you can," Finn reassured, making the corners of your lips quirk up.

You walked in a comfortable silence to Jeremiah Jesus's home, where Finn knocked on the door in a particular manner.

Isiah Jesus opened the door, and grinned at his best mate, then saw you behind Finn. He quickly stepped aside and let the pair of you enter his home.

"Finn, nice to see you again," Jeremiah greeted as if he hadn't seen the boy in ages, when in reality Finn was at his house two days prior. "Here for another reading lesson?"

"Yeah, and it's always a pleasure to be here. Isiah, Jeremiah, this is my fiancée (Y/N)." Finn introduced you to the men, "She doesn't do handshakes, or any touching."

You nodded in greeting, Isiah and Jeremiah nodded back and saying their heys.

"Would it be alright if she joined in our reading lesson?" Finn asked Jeremiah, who grabbed his Bible, along with some pencils and pieces of paper.

"Of course — Come sit down, Isiah go out the kettle on." Jeremiah commanded his son as you Finn sat either side of the man at the small, rectangular dining table.

Jeremiah told Finn to start reading a particular Bible verse out loud, then turned to you.

"Do you know how to say your alphabet?" Jeremiah asked you, sliding you a pencil and piece of paper.

You nodded, placing your hands on the table unsurely.

"Know how to write it?" Jeremiah continued, making you shake your head.

"I'll write the letters and you copy them underneath," Jeremiah said, quickly writing the twenty-six letters on the page, then drawing small arrows next to the letters to show you which way to direct your pencil on the page to form the letters.

He then pointed to the first one, "This is 'a'. Now, write it on your page."

You grabbed your pencil hesitantly, feeling embarrassed.

"Hold it like this," Jeremiah advised, picking up his own pencil.

You adjusted your grip, and placed your pencil on the page, writing a shaky 'a' then looking at Jeremiah, who smiled at you.

"Well done, (Y/N)." He praised, making you smile from ear to ear.

Finn looked up at you from across the table, stopping reading momentarily. This was the first time he'd seen you properly smile, the happiest you had ever been since he met you. In the moment before he started reading again, he decided happiness looked nice on you.

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I'm coming out of isolation tomorrow so Contrary probably won't be updated as frequently!!

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CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 6

PUBLISHED: 17/05/2022

!!FIRST PART HERE!!

Part 1

MASTERLIST

READER'S POV

(A/N: I have absolutely no idea what wedding dress shopping is like lmao bear with me here pls)

I paced back and forth, waiting for Polly and the rest of the girls to arrive.

"Keep on going and you'll tear a hole in the carpet." Finn said, lighting up a cigarette.

"Shut up! I'm going shopping for a dress everyone will see me in, it's stressful!" I snapped, turning around to face him.

He shrugged, "I'm going shopping for a suit today and I'm not walking a quarter mile."

I rolled my eyes as I unwrapped a piece of gum, "The suits are all the same, no one ever looks at suits, it's the bride's dress they all look at."

Finn hummed in agreement, and placed his hands on his stomach as he bounced his leg.

"I've been thinking," He began as I threw the gum into my mouth, "We agreed to be civil, so we called a truce but we don't have terms for the truce. We should make some."

"How smart, do you want a medal?" I snarked, sitting on the coffee table in front of him, crossing one leg over the other, trying to be mindful of the fact I had a dress on for once.

"I'm just saying, it would make stuff a lot easier if we knew what to expect from each other," Finn pointed out.

"That does make sense," I admitted, tucking my hair behind my ears and smoothing it down.

Finn produced a comb from his inner coat pocket and offered it to me. I took it wordlessly, and used it to tame my hair somewhat.

"Maybe you should tie it up?" Finn offered, making me scowl.

"No!" I snapped loudly, making him jump.

"I wasn't gonna fight you over it," Finn grumbled, making me throw the comb at him.

"So, say we do call an official truce, what happens if one of us breaks it?" I asked curiously, leaning forward, placing my forearms across my legs to support my weight.

"Whatever the other says — If I broke the truce you could tell me to run down Watery Lane wearing nothing but a smile, and the other way round," Finn decided, making me smirk.

"That sounds like a spot of fun — let's start making the rules, then," I agreed, and he got up, grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil off of the top of the fireplace, and sat back down, leaning on the coffee table.

"I'll write it up and stick it on top of the mantle so we can always see it, and so you can read it later on," Finn explained, already writing the number one.

I giggled as I realised I read the number — I learned my numbers from one to ten last night, as well as all my letters — Jeremiah called me a fast learner, a praise that kept me in a good mood all last night, even after Finn started on me because I dropped a plate.

"Okay, number one, no stirring each other up," Finn announced, writing it down.

"Number two, no touching me unless I say so," I supplied, leaning back onto my palms.

"I'll make it no touching each other unless the other says so. Number three, don't let the other get insulted in our presence, it will save a lot of fighting." Finn said, writing it down.

I frowned as I thought about how Finn didn't say anything to Linda yesterday.

"Number four, we have the right to walk away during an argument and the other person can't follow us," I added, watching the pencil glide gracefully across the page.

"Number five, look out for and protect each other — we're in the middle of a vendetta, the Italians probably know your family is working with mine, so they could target you too." Finn explained, making me purse my lips and nod.

As Finn put a full stop a knock sounded on the front door, along with Polly calling out. I got off the table, and walked over to the door, opening it.

Ezzie, Saoirse, and Lizzy were all standing there. Saoirse ran forward and cuddled me tightly.

"Are you off then?" Finn asked from behind me, coming to stand next to me.

"Yeah, busy day." Lizzie replied, "We'll see you after, come on (Y/N)."

"See you later," I said to Finn as I linked arms with Ezzie and grabbed Saoirse's hand.

"Miss Polly is driving us and Ezzie's getting in with Miss Ada and Miss Lizzie," Saoirse babbled, walking me over to Polly's car.

"Hey, Poll," I greeted, letting Saoirse slide across the brown seat before hopping into the vehicle.

"Morning," Polly replied, sending me a small smile and setting off, "I heard from a little birdie that you wanted a yellow dress?"

"Yeah, it's my favourite colour," I admitted, "But if I can't find one it's not the end of the world, I don't think we'll find one anyway."

"We'll do our best, my girl," Polly reassured me, making me grin.

"Saoirse, guess what I did last night?" I said to my little sister, watching her fiddle with the end of her coat.

"What?" She replied curiously, looking up at me.

"I learned how to read and write the alphabet, and my numbers up to ten," I said, watching her eyes widen and her jaw drop slightly.

"Can you teach me?" She asked excitedly, bouncing up and down.

"I can try," I replied, turning my eyes onto the road.

Within a few minutes we were outside a boutique named 'Susanna's Seams'. It looked nice enough. Polly stopped the car, and we all hopped out.

"Yellow dresses aren't common, so don't get your hopes up," Polly informed me, and I nodded.

The woman fixing up a mannequin in the window looked like she was going to faint when she saw us all. Polly strutted up to the door and opened it, Saoirse right behind her. I followed the pair, holding the door open for Lizzie, Ada, and Ezzie.

I shut the door behind Ezzie, and looked around. The older, frumpy woman behind the counter looked bewildered.

"(Y/N), flip that sign on the door to closed," Polly instructed, and I did as I was told.

"But we're open!" The woman in the window protested.

"Not until we leave, by order of the Peaky fuckin' Blinders." Polly said, pulling a flask out of her fur coat and taking a swig from it, then pointing the sliver object in my direction, "This young lady needs a wedding dress, something in a yellow shade."

The older woman rushed to the other side of the store, grabbing some dresses off of the rack.

"Sophie, come help," The older woman hissed, making the younger woman dart over and grab another, empty rack and wheel it over to the older woman, who started placing the dresses she gathered onto it.

I sat on a seat next to Polly, watching them scramble around for us. Once that rack was full, Sophie wheeled it over to us, the dresses ranging from a bright, eye catching yellow to a toned down, barely there yellow.

"Here you are," Sophie said, sounding breathless.

I stood up and started looking at the dresses, arranging the ones I liked to one side and the ones I didn't to the other side. I only liked three dresses.

"There's a fitting room over there near Susanna," Sophie pointed over to where the frumpy woman was, and I nodded, dragging the rack over there.

"Ezzie, get up and come help me with the zips." I commanded, and Esmeralda didn't hesitate to jump up and come over.

I grabbed the first dress and headed inside the room, Ezzie hot on my tail. I gave the dress to her, and she hung it behind the door. It was a nice dress, very much like a ball gown, with no straps and a big tulle skirt.

I started getting undressed, and, once I was in my under layers, Ezzie handed me the dress, and I undid the zip, then stepped into it, then she did it up.

"Oh, God, the material's not right, get me out," I urged, and Ezzie leaned over and undid the dress with ease.

I stepped out of it, and Ezzie hung it back up, and opened the door, grabbing the next dress. I tried it on, and the material felt fine, but it was unflattering.

"You look like a half plucked chicken," Ezzie snorted.

"Shut up," I grumbled as she undid me.

She passed the last dress, and I stepped into it, then looked at myself in the mirror in front of us, and I gasped.

It fit me like a glove, and wasn't unflattering in the slightest. It was an off shoulder gown with sheer sleeves ending at my wrists, and a tulle skirt, but it wasn't too big, just right. It had gold detailing on the bodice, which trailed down the dress.

(A/N: This is just the dress that came closest to what I imagined, you can envision your own)

"I feel like that fairy princess in the bedtime story your Mum used to tell us," I murmured, as if being loud would break the magic and the dress would turn into something horrid.

"You look gorgeous, (N/N)," Ezzie whispered as she did up the zip, "Let's go show everyone else."

She led me to where the other women were sitting, and Saoirse squealed.

"(N/N), (N/N), you look — you look so pretty!" She gushed, bouncing in her spot next to Lizzie.

"Gorgeous," Lizzie said sincerely, giving me a small smile.

"You look a vision," Ada confirmed, "If my brother seeing you like that doesn't make him want to skip the ceremony and consummate the marriage I don't know what will."

I blushed and looked away, not used to being complimented.

"Give us a spin, love," Polly encouraged.

"Yes, spin!" Saoirse shouted, clapping her hands.

I spun on the spot, giggling at how the skirt billowed around me.

"I never want to take it off," I told the girls, making Ada ‘aww’.

I felt truely and utterly gorgeous in this yellow wedding dress.

"It doesn't look very yellow," Sophie stated, making me scowl.

"It'll look yellow in the light of the sun, so shut your mouth you ignorant fucking cunt!" I snapped at her, Ezzie placing a hand on my shoulder.

"On the house," Susanna said as I stormed back to the fitting room to get dressed.

"We're Peaky Blinders, it's never any other way." Polly said flatly as Ezzie closed the door behind us, making me snicker, "And that girl there, Sophie, she needs to go — permanently."

Ezzie unzipped the dress, and I stepped out of it, pulling my other dress back on and slipping my feet into my shoes, and we walked back out to the women, Ezzie holding the dress. Sophie came over and Ezzie handed it to her to be bagged.

"Now, I don't want to have all the same style dresses, because what will suit one of you mightn't suit the other — Just pick whatever dress you want, preferably in your favourite colour," I informed the group, "The men can match a tie to a dress."

That had been a detail Finn and I had discussed last night after coming home from Jeremiah's. I didn't want everyone looking the same, we're not fucking blades of grass.

Everyone started getting off the seats and looking for dresses. Ezzie set off towards the green dresses.

I lead Saoirse over to the kids dresses, looking for a white one — Another detail we had agreed upon, the kids wearing plain white and black instead of colours. Saoirse was going to wear a dress that was white with a black sash around it, and Karl was going to wear a plain black suit with a black bow tie. I had no doubt they would have everyone clucky.

•••

We managed to get everyone the dress they wanted. Polly had picked a gorgeous purple dress, Ada snagged a dark blue, Lizzie grabbed a deep red, and Ezzie picked a bold green. The best part was that everyone looked absolutely, effortlessly beautiful in their dresses. That and the fact that we got all of the dresses for free.

I decided to keep my dress up in Polly's spare room. She didn't want me keeping it at the house in case Finn saw it.

The girls and I discussed my somethings; something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue, and I had picked them out successfully, except for my something new, because apparently Finn was covering that for the pair of us.

The something old was going to be Birdie Boswell's pearl earrings. I was hesitant to wear them, but Polly said that they were passed down to her and she could therefore pass it down to whoever she damn well pleased. My something borrowed was going to be the tie from Dad's own wedding suit that he wore when he got married to Ezzie, Bonnie, and Saoirse's mother, Rose. I was going to wrap it around my bouquet. My something blue was going to be my undergarments.

On the way home, Saoirse jumped in with Ada, and the rest of us women went to go get my something blue — nice looking undergarments, with a matching garter set. I was planning on burning them as soon as I got home.

I could just wear a blue ribbon on my wrist. What the girls didn't knew wouldn't hurt them.

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I couldn't find any nice obviously yellow dresses 💔💔 buttt champagne is still technically yellow lol

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CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 8

PUBLISHED: 19/05/2022

!!FIRST PART HERE!!

Part 1

MASTERLIST

READER'S POV

The ride to my family's camp was silent, and the air inside the car was heavy. I had Polly stop twice so I could get out because I felt nauseous enough that I was sure I was going to vomit. Thankfully, I didn't.

We arrived at my family's camp, and Polly shut off the car. We were the first of the wedding party to arrive, everyone else coming in other cars. Finn and Jeremiah were already here, and if everything was going to plan he would be walking down the aisle now, and everyone would be in the tent, waiting for the arrival of the bridal and groom party, then, finally, me. I could see the tent just a walk away, nice looking stones from the stream laid out to mark the aisle.

"Are you ready to do this?" Polly asked, looking at me in the rear view mirror.

"I don't have a choice," I snapped, feeling a lump form in my throat.

I closed my eyes took a deep breath to calm me down.

"I can object because you're sixteen; underage. Tommy won't do anything if I object." Polly stated, making me open my right eye to look at her.

I could be free of this. I could say yes and forget it all. I could choose who I wanted to marry, if I ever wanted to marry.

But, getting Polly to object would damage both the reputations of my family, and hers. I'd probably get kicked out of my family, and my family would go to war with the Shelbys. It wasn't worth it. Not now, not ever.

"I'll be fine," I said in what I hoped was a reassuring tone, "Finn and I, we'll — we'll figure something out."

Polly leaned over and grabbed both my hands, squeezing them tightly.

"You're such a brave girl," She declared, "And don't let anyone ever, ever tell you any different. And if they do, take their eyes, because very soon you're going to be a Shelby, and becoming a Shelby means that you're going to become a Peaky fuckin' Blinder."

I chuckled at her, then she let my hands go, and we exited the car. I grabbed my bridal bouquet from the seat, then shut the door.

Ezzie rounded everyone up with the help of Isiah. I leaned back against the car and watched, feeling sick to my stomach. Usually this would be a sight of joy, and I'd happily play a part in the bridal party, but now that it was my own, the bridal party that was meant to give me the most joy whilst I was watching them, I just felt misery. It was unfair and unjust to be put in this position.

Tommy walked over to me, Dad hot on his heels. He stood on my left, leaning against the car, and Dad took the spot on my right.

"You're having a honeymoon after your wedding. You and Finn will have no work for the next seven days." Tommy stated.

I watched him as he pulled his cigarette case from his pocket, opening it, and put one in his mouth. Unbelievable.

"Don't you dare light that fucking smoke next to me, I'm not walking down the aisle smelling like smoke!" I hissed, snatching it out of his mouth, which made his eyebrows shoot up.

"(Y/N)!" Dad warned as Tommy plucked the smoke out of my hands and put it back into the case, and returned it to his pocket.

"She's alright," Tommy said, nodding at Dad, "Did Polly talk to you?"

I looked up at him, his expression unreadable and his steely blue gaze burning a hole through me.

"I did — I said no," I sniffed, making Tommy nod with approval.

"And whatever you do, don't fucking bite my brother when you kiss him," Tommy warned, making me blanch.

I had completely forgotten that I had to kiss Finn. Ezzie called out to Tommy, and he wordlessly walked off, leaving me and Dad alone.

"I hate you," I spat quietly, looking at the ground to avoid looking at the man next to me.

"No you don't," He replied, pulling me into a side hug.

"I hate that you're right," I sniffled, hugging him tightly.

I loved my Dad too much to be mad at him for this. He held me for a bit, then pulled away.

"It's time," He informed me, making my mouth go dry and my heart drop.

He linked his arm with mine, and we began the walk to the tent. Saoirse walked in, spreading the flower petals around. Dad waited five seconds, then lead me in. I looked straight ahead, not bothering about the guests. I had no idea why anyone would want to come and watch this forced union anyway. Finn was the first one who caught my eye, he looked paler than usual.

I tried to focus on the feeling of the flower petals underneath my bare feet, and not the fact that I was mere minutes away from being forced into a loveless marriage.

Too soon, we were right in front of Finn, and Dad shook Finn's hand as I handed Ezzie my bouquet, then placed my hands into Finn's. I looked at him, and he gave me a reassuring smile as Jeremiah started talking. I squeezed his hands as a return gesture.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join (Y/N) Gold and Finn Shelby in holy matrimony." Jeremiah began, "This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep realisation of its obligations and responsibilities. With that being said, the groom and bride shall partake in the exchanging of vows."

Jeremiah looked at Finn, "Finn Shelby, do you promise to cherish (Y/N) always, to honour and sustain her, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to her in all things until death alone shall part you?"

"I do," Finn stated, looking me in the eyes.

I never realised just how blue his eyes were. They looked like the open ocean.

Jeremiah then looked at me, "(Y/N) Gold, do you promise to cherish Finn always, to honour and sustain him, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to him in all things until death alone shall part you?"

"I do," I stated, my voice faltering.

Finn started rubbing the back of my hands with his thumbs.

"Finn and (Y/N) will now exchange rings as a symbol of love and commitment to each other. Rings are made out of precious metals, but they are also made precious by you wearing them. Your wedding rings are special; they enhance who you are. They mark the beginning of your long journey together. It is the seal of the vows you have just taken to support each other without end," Jeremiah announced, and Isiah handed him the pillow with the rings on it, "Finn, please place the ring on (Y/N)'s left hand and repeat after me."

I watched Finn grab the ring, and my eyes went wide.

You could probably buy Birmingham twice with a stone that size. He gently slipped it onto my ring finger, the cold metal feeling foreign and heavy.

"As a sign of my love," Jeremiah began.

"As a sign of my love," Finn repeated.

"That I have chosen you,"

"Above all else"

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed." Finn concluded.

"And (Y/N), please place the ring on Finn's left hand and repeat after me."

I plucked the plain gold band from the cushion, and noticed that it had an inscription on the inside — FINN + (Y/N), forever and always

In any other situation, it would be a wonderful promise of love, but right now it sounded like a death sentence.

"As a sign of my love," Jeremiah said once I placed the band on Finn's finger.

"As a sign of my love," I echoed.

"That I have chosen you,"

"Above all else"

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed." I finished.

"And now by the power vested in me, it is my honour and delight to declare you married. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. You may seal this declaration with a kiss." Jeremiah declared, making me gulp.

Finn cupped his hands around my face, gently rubbing a thumb across my cheek, and I placed mine on his chest, then leaned up onto the tips of my toes to reach his lips. He leaned down, and the space between our lips disappeared.

I heard everyone cheer, some people whistle, one kid gag, but all I could focus on was that the kiss felt wrong. There was no spark, no love shared. I quickly pulled away,

"It is with great honour that I present the newlyweds, Finn and (Y/N)!" Jeremiah spoke, "Please, join us all at the Birmingham Inn for lunch and further celebration."

Finn held my hand tightly as we walked back down the aisle, and exited the tent. We headed to his car. He opened the door for me, and I hopped in. He shut the door behind me, and walked around to the driver's seat, getting in and starting the car. He was gripping the steering wheel tight enough that his knuckles were white.

"It's done," I broke the silence, looking down at my ring, and the way it glinted in the light.

"That it is, and there's nothing we can do about it." Finn said solemnly as he began the drive back to town, "Do you want to go home to change or stay in your dress?"

"The dress is okay for me to move in, I'll be fine," I replied, looking out the window at the scenery.

"Can — Can you stay with me during the reception?" Finn asked, sounding painfully vulnerable.

"Of course," I agreed, not even having to think of it.

I didn't want to be married to him, but to make him go through this alone was low, even by my standards.

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AHHHHH WEDDING'S DONE — Next chapter will be the reception hehe

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CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 43

PUBLISHED: 18/07/2022

Part 1

MASTERLIST

TAGLIST

THIRD PERSON'S POV

A cry filled the bedroom, and Finn started laughing victoriously. Both of your babies were here, safe and sound.

•••

Finn sat on one of the couches adjacent to the fireplace in the living room. You were resting on the mattress from the bed in the downstairs guest room, just at his feet. Finn moved it into the living room for you. The babies were swaddled and laying in the small, shallow white plastic tubs that you used when washing, between the mattress and fireplace, but not so close that they'd overheat.

Finn felt iffy about putting their Moses baskets so close to the fire, so he went and got the tubs. He looked down at his sons, Medium Bee and Small Bee, sound asleep with their matching yellow and black beanies covering their ginger hair (after Saoirse came up with the nicknames, you couldn't resist knitting bee-themed clothes for your babies).

They were gorgeous. He couldn't have asked for more perfect little boys. But they were small. Medium Bee was small, and Small Bee was tiny. He was worried about his sons making it through the night, but you told him that he was just stressing. You were probably right.

The living room door was suddenly thrown open, and Finn quickly turned around to see who it was.

Polly strolled into the room, followed by Esmeralda, Aberama, Bonnie (who was dragging a nervous Oscar by the elbow), Lizzie (who was carrying Ruby), Tommy (who was carrying Charlie), Arthur (who had Billy on his shoulders), Linda, Isiah, Jeremiah, Uncle Charlie, Johnny Doggs and one of his wives, and Curly. All of whom were soaked and, with the exception of the children, muddy from the knees down. At least they all had mud boots on.

Finn grimaced. He had just cleaned the floor earlier on that day while you were baking. They grabbed the towels he had set out on the couch and started drying themselves, kicking off their boots stripping off coats and throwing them into the mudroom. Those who were carrying children put them down. Ruby crawled over to the bay window, hoisting herself up to a stand and looking out of it at the overcast day. The storm had now stopped. Billy and Charlie followed her.

He eyed them all nervously. There was a lot of people here. Too much, in his opinion.

"Where the fuck is my little sister, Shelby?" Ezzie yelled, making Finn wince, and before he could tell her to stop shouting around, a shrill cry filled the room.

"She's resting," Finn informed her, but Ezzie was already storming over to him, followed by everyone else.

She looked over the back of the couch, and pushing Finn out of the way so she could see her nephews properly. You had woken up, now drowsy.

"Oh-h-h, they're lovely," She sighed, and Polly and one of Johnny Doggs wives, the one named Edie, wasted no time heading around the couch and picking up Small Bee and a still whining Medium Bee.

"Be careful!" Finn begged, even though his aunt and Edie were treating his baby boys as gently as could be.

"How did they even get here?" Linda asked, and Finn pointed to himself, making everyone's eyes widen in surprise, some of them even gasping.

He felt slightly disappointed. Didn't they have any faith in him?

"Don't act so surprised," He snapped defensively, "Dottie, (Y/N)'s friend that's a nurse, she instructed me over the phone."

This seemed to relax your family. Ezzie knew Dottie was a great nurse. She had patched up Bonnie, Aberama, and Oscar after hours without questions asked, too, which only reinforced their confidence in her.

"They been fed yet?" Polly interrogated her nephew, and Finn nodded as the two women sat on the edge of the bed.

"How would you even feed them? They're so small," Edie commented, making Finn frown and you glare at her.

"Just want to make sure they've had enough, is all," She added, not wanting to be hostile.

"They couldn't latch, we had to use a syringe — Arthur, don't light up a fucking cigarette with my boys just there! If you want to do anything, go get the mop and bucket and clean up the cunt of a mess you've made," Finn commanded his eldest brother, who pulled the lighter away from his unlit cigarette, grumbling as he headed over to the door of the basement.

Your husband slipped down onto the mattress next to you, and the kids came around the couch, clambering onto the mattress. Polly and Edie started checking the babies over.

"Be careful of Aunty Bee," Lizzie instructed the children as she came over to see you for herself.

"How the tables have turned," She mused, and you grinned up at her.

Finn noticed that some colour had come back to you, which was good.

Linda came over and looked at her new nephews.

"Congratulations," She said simply, and you thanked her.

You and her had become much more civil with each other as you got to know each other more, something Finn was thankful for. It was annoying, seeing you fight every time you saw each other.

"Who else is here?" You asked your husband, who rolled his eyes.

"The entire fucking cavalry and their neighbours," Finn said dryly, making you snort as he looked over the back of the couch, "There's Tommy, Aberama, Bonnie, Oscar — Oscar, stop looking so awkward, you wouldn't be here if we didn't want you here — Isiah, Jeremiah, Uncle Charlie, Johnny Doggs, and Curly. And the others, of course."

You hummed and shifted so you were sitting up, watching the women as they inspected your babies.

"This one is healthy," Polly announced, holding up Small Bee.

Finn let out a sigh of relief.

"So's this one," Edie added, looking down at Medium Bee.

"So can we hold them?" Ezzie asked, itching to hold one of her nephews.

Edie and Polly looked at you and Finn. You looked up at your husband, who raised an eyebrow. Your call, he was saying.

"Yes," You answered, and Ezzie immediately moved around the couch and made grabby hands for Small Bee.

"Granddad, want to come and hold the other?" Edie called out, and Aberama wasted no time going and getting Medium Bee.

"Here — Help me move this couch," Bonnie told Oscar and Isiah.

They moved both of the couches either side of the green rug back, making more room, then pulled the armchairs and couches in front of the fire so they all sat around the green rug. Finn helped you over to an armchair, the one next to the couch your brother. Finn sat on the floor in front of your chair, leaning back onto it, being mindful of you. Everyone was now settled onto the couches, fawning over the babies and telling you and Finn congratulations. Ada, Karl and Saoirse would be here soon. Finn called them right after the birth.

Jeremiah was now holding Small Bee, chuckling at how much he looked like Finn. Both of the boys did, from their ginger hair to their little toes.

"Poor (Y/N) never even got a look in," Jeremiah commented, making everyone chuckle.

"Medium Bee's got her nose," Finn pointed out in reply, nodding towards the baby that Uncle Charlie was holding, Curly peering over his shoulder at the child.

"Yeah, Small Bee here has (Y/N)'s eyes," Isiah commented, looking over his Father's shoulder.

Small Bee was looking right back at him, and if Isiah's didn't know any better, he'd say that the tiny boy was unafraid.

"Can't you call them by their names instead of their nicknames?" Polly sighed, making you and Finn look at each other.

You hadn't named the babies yet.

"Do you have names in mind?" Oscar asked, and you nodded.

You just didn't know which baby would be named which. Finn got up and sat on the arm of your chair, leaning down to put his lips near your ear.

"Well, Small Bee looks like a Finley," Finn murmured in your ear, making you turn and look at your husband funny.

"Finn, if one looks like a name then the other will because they both. Look. The. Damn. Same." You whispered in reply, but you agreed with him.

Finley was a strong name and your littlest boy was a fighter. You were scared he wouldn't make it through the birth but he did.

"Medium Bee's our Isaac then?" You asked softly, and Finn nodded.

Finn sat up straight, and cleared his throat.

"Small Bee's name is Finley John Shelby-Gold, and Medium Bee's name is Isaac Elijah Shelby-Gold," Finn announced simply, and everyone nodded, voicing their approval of the names.

"Named after me, is he?" Isiah joked, and Finn grinned at his best mate, but nodded.

"Of course," Finn confirmed, and Isiah's smile dropped to a smaller, more grateful smile as he looked at his childhood partner in crime.

"Well, since I'm your brother and you didn't name one after me, you have to bake me a cake," Bonnie said, making you roll your eyes.

"There's one in the kitchen," You replied, and he whooped, getting up and going to the kitchen, wanting to put some food in his hungry stomach.

"Anyone else hungry?" He asked, and Charlie's arm immediately shot up.

"Why don't we all cook dinner to celebrate the new babies, yeah?" Tommy suggested, and everyone headed to the kitchen.

Finn helped you to the kitchen, and sat you down at the regular table, then headed upstairs and got the boys' Moses baskets, bringing them downstairs in case anyone wanted to put the babies down. He doubted it, but they were there just in case. Some of you settled at the regular dining table, and some of you settled at the outside dining table, which had been brought inside during the storm so it wouldn't get weather damage.

Tommy lead everyone around, chopping up stuff and letting the kids mix items in bowls. Bonnie came over and placed Isaac in your arms, giving your hair a ruffle, making you attempt to scowl, but you couldn't, not with how joyful you were feeling.

Isiah gave Finley to Finn, who was sat in front of you. You looked down at your sons.

"You're a fucking trooper, love," Finn murmured, making you look up at him.

"I wouldn't have been able to do it without you," You replied shyly, making him smile softly.

You and your husband held your babies, almost oblivious to the ruckus around you that was your family, too enthralled with the newest members of it.

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The babies are here and they've got names!!

Also I was originally going to have *just* Polly rock up to the house but then I thought about it and there would be NO way that would happen lol everyone's always together

Tomorrow I go back to school so I probably won't update as frequently, but the next chapter should be out within the week — are you all excited for me to start writing about s5 or nah?

Love y'all ❤️

- Sunflower x

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