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[sidetongue]

in love with my little crew

[the-fiction-witch]

Secret Visits

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Lady Y/n (Betrothal) Rating - Flirty AF (Mentions of Smut) Word Count - 1582

Prince Jacaerys stood in the main hall of Dragonstone, his Maester long abandoned him to go and deal with other matters. The fire below caused the glow of the painted table his hands leant against, the light of the sunny afternoon cascading through the tall windows. He did his best not to glance at his high Valriyan books trying to recount them by himself.

“Se se rōvēgrie lords teptan bē pōja vōljesi, declaring naejot aegon hae dārys” ‘And the great lords gave up their crows, declaring to Aegon as king’

Lady Y/n chuckled as she entered from the side, she walked closer in a gown of blood Targaryen red embroidered with black metallic dragon scales, her hair in a long braid,

"Pōja gelti" ‘Their Crowns’ she corrected him,

Jacaerys raises his head and meets the gaze of Lady Y/n. Her voice brings a smile to his lips, He stands and straightens his back, his eyes admiring his betrothal. "Ahh, Lady Y/n," he says with a slight bow. "Yes, you're right. Sorry, I'm still trying to improve my Valyrian. Gelti, of course. You- you look radiant today."

"Thank you Prince Jacaerys," she cooed, "it is no need to apologise, you are learning. It is your timetable trial and fail," she smiled as she walked past him, stroking her hand across his shoulders before she ran it over the ridges of the table,

He smiled warmly at her, his gaze following hers, "You're too kind," he said. "Yes, it's all trial and error. But it's worth it. This language is part of our heritage as Valyrians. We must preserve it."

"Indeed we must, there is much of old valyria that is gone now. The shreds that remain must be protected." She said her fingers stroking across dragon stone on her painted table map "Language is often first to falter in these things, as it is so ever-changing. There were one hundred of languages in Westeros now there are barely three in use,"

Jacaerys nodded in agreement, his eyes watching her fingers tracing the map and lingering on Dragonstone he knew what she meant Dragonstone was the seat formed by their ancestors and all in it down to the smallest brick needed to be preserved. He couldn't deny the truth in her words. "Language has a way of evolving and fading, especially in times of upheaval," he replied. "It's true that the number of languages in Westeros has diminished over time. It's a shame to lose such rich and varied traditions, as they often hold the stories and wisdom of our ancestors."

"mmm... Many of our ancestors have concealed secrets of our history." She said so matter of factly as if she knew, "We must never rob our future, of the knowledge of our past." She turned looking over her shoulder at him, "Even secrets we wish to conceal," she looked at him her eyes sharply making eye contact,

"Indeed," Jacaerys replied, a little shaky. His heart beat a little faster, sensing the weight of her words. "Secrets and knowledge have power, and we have a responsibility to wield them wisely," he said. "But some secrets are better kept than shared. There's a fine line between preserving history and revealing truths that could have consequences."

Y/n chuckled, "and you wouldn't know if any such secrets? Would you Prince Jacaerys?"

Jacaerys didn't break eye contact, in fact making a point not to as he thought it would make him look like he was lying so he didn’t blink for a good few seconds. "P-Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't," he replied, "But even if I did, the value of a secret lies in its concealment. Wouldn't you agree, my lady?"

she chuckled, “se skoros lo nyke massitas naejot gīmigon mēre hen aōha byka secrets ñuha dārilaros” "and what if I happened to know one of your little secrets my prince?"

Jacaerys' heart skipped a beat as she spoke to him. Her words sent a familiar chill down his spine. He responded as best he could, “Se skoros secret would bona sagon, ñuha riña?” "And what secret would that be, my lady?" he asked,

she took her time to walk slowly to him letting his eyes linger on her, an evil smile across her lips, when she was close enough he could smell her rose perfume, she moved closer whispering so close he could feel her breath on his ear "I know you've been sneaking though the castle late at night, I know you've been entering my room whilst I sleep... And I know what you've been doing while you're there." She pressed a kiss to his cheek before she stepped back meeting his eyes

Jacaerys' heart nearly stopped, her breath tickled his ear. He froze, his eyes widening in shock. How could she know? He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

"Wha- I don't know what you're talking about, my lady," he attempted to deny, but the flush in his cheeks betrayed his panic. "I would never-"

"I know Jacaerys."

Jacaerys felt caught, his secret exposed and his denial ineffective. He could see the knowledge in her eyes, and he was at a loss for words. He clenched his jaw, the silence between them filled with tension. After a long moment, he spoke again, his voice quiet and strained. "How... How long have you known?"

"a week" she answered

A week. The revelation hit Jacaerys like a punch to the gut. All this time, she had known, and he had been none the wiser. He let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. "And you... You didn't say anything?" he asked, his voice tinged with both relief and disbelief. "Why?"

she chuckled "You seemed to be enjoying yourself"

Jacaerys felt the heat rise to his cheeks. He had believed he was stealthy, yet she had known all along. The thought of her silently watching him, letting him continue... It was both mortifying and strangely thrilling. "So... you knew and you didn't say anything," he repeated, still trying to digest this information. "And you let me continue..."

"you seemed to be enjoying it so much, I didn't want to disturb you, after all... You were so gentle and sweet,"

Jacaerys' heart thundered in his chest at her words. "Sweet" and "gentle." It was more than he had expected. He looked at her, his eyes betraying a mixture of shame and fascination. "Did... Did you not mind, then?" he asked, the question hanging heavy between them.

"I mind you not asking." She chuckled "But I think it's cute the prince of Dragonstone, is so very smitten with his betrothal he can't even wait till the wedding and has to sneak into her bed chambers at night to watch her sleep and touch himself over her," she cooed tickling his chin,

Jacaerys' face flushed scarlet as her words hit him. She had seen everything, heard everything. His secret desires and shameful indulgences. The realization and the humiliation hit him like a tidal wave. He swallowed hard, trying to regain some composure. "I... I don't know what to say," he muttered, his voice almost a whisper. "It's not that I don't want to wait. I just... I just can't help myself..." He looked up at her, a mixture of shame and defiance in his gaze. He was tired of pretending, tired of denying himself what he truly wanted. "It's just... you're so beautiful and so close, and I... I can't help it. I know it's wrong. I know I'm weak. But you don't understand the effect you have on me..."

"aww aren't you sweet, it's alright Jace" she took his hand in hers and kissed his forehead “Our little secret"

Jacaerys felt the tension in him ease a little as she took his hand and kissed his forehead, her words like a soothing balm. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the gentle press of her lips against his skin, before looking up at her. "Our secret," he said softly, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"your not weak to be impatient, we have been betrothed now for three years it's understandable you'd grow impatient in time. It's alright you can visit as much as you like"

Jacaerys' heart leapt at her words. He hadn't expected her to be so understanding, so willing to turn a blind eye to his transgressions. Yet here she was, making it possible for him to continue his nighttime visits. "Are you... are you sure?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief and hope.

"if they make you happy," she nodded "Perhaps tell me when you plan to visit so I can ensure I have nice sheets" she chuckled "and perhaps my sweet betrothal could... Leave me some flowers when he's done?" She cooed

Jacaerys' heart skipped a beat as he absorbed her words. She seemed almost pleased at the prospect of his visits, and the idea of leaving her flowers... It was a sweet, intimate gesture that made his heart race even faster. He smiled, a genuine, grateful smile. "Of course," he promised. "I'll let you know when I plan to come, and I'll leave you the most beautiful flowers each time."'

"then I shall look forward to your next visit my prince" she cooed kissing his cheek before she went to leave

Jacaerys nodded, a strange mixture of relief and excitement coursing through him. He watched as she left, his mind processing the conversation and her unexpected acceptance of his nightly visits. As she exited the chamber, he found himself looking forward to his next secret visit, already mentally selecting which flowers to leave for her.

[luxsky]

Kicking out

Rhysand x reader

Summary: Reader tries to have a peaceful day without their partner hovering with overprotection, but destiny has other plans.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of body aches, Rhysand being an overly protective rooster. Ignore any biological errors; I've never been pregnant and have no background in any health-related field, so everything here is either from my imagination or a quick Google search.

Autor's Note: This is my first time posting here, and I'm anxious and very, very nervous (especially because it's the first time I've written in a long time). I don't know if I like this or not, but this idea has been lingering in my head for days. Maybe I'll do a part two, but I'm not sure. Please, I welcome any kind of feedback here! (but be careful with how you say it). I apologize if the grammar is... bad? English is not my first language, and I'm not fluent (much of this had help from AI for translation, so if something doesn't make sense or is placed incorrectly, please let me know so I can correct it).

It's the beginning of fall, all you wanted to do was sit on the expensive and cozy sofa decorating the House of Wind and read a soft and cliché romance book while sipping on a cup of hot coffee. Except, you couldn't consume caffeine for the sake of the baby growing in your belly. Still, you had the option to sit and read a book, but your large and exuberant belly prevented you from sitting comfortably for too long. Well, nothing a few pillows and a blanket couldn't solve. Okay then, you didn't have coffee or a comfortable position, but you could still read your book, right?

Well, no, you've been trying to do that since the early afternoon when you sent Rhysand to his office, asking him to work a bit in his own court instead of watching over you. In fact, he had been a mother hen since the beginning of the pregnancy, and that was just one of the excuses you gave to get rid of his overprotectiveness. But it was becoming a challenging mission to concentrate on reading. You're nearing the end of your pregnancy, which is exciting in part, with the anticipation of meeting your little one consuming you, but the discomfort of carrying a baby constantly kicking your ribs has proven quite persistent.

It's been more than five minutes since you were stuck on the same page, reading and rereading but unable to focus on the book, back pain and intermittent cramps stealing all your concentration. You were used to a slight discomfort in your back since the beginning of the second trimester, but today, in particular, it was more of a significant and noticeable discomfort. You sighed in frustration and decided that maybe eating something would help. Putting the book aside, you remove the blanket from over you and swing your legs out of the sofa, prepared for the struggle it would be to get up. Normally, Rhys would help you, but if he left the office long enough to realize something was bothering you, he would spend the rest of the day hovering over you, worried and concerned.

Breathless and almost sweating, you managed to get up. At this point, the only clothes that fit you were light fabric dresses, or what you were currently wearing: one of Rhys's sweatpants and a sweater stolen from his closet. Your partner started sharing half of his wardrobe when your beautiful, stylish, and beloved clothes no longer fit you—you cried for a whole hour after trying to put on one of your favorite pants, and Rhys almost cried too, not knowing how to comfort you.

Walking towards the kitchen, you almost laughed, remembering the various times when hormones provided you with uncontrollable tears and frightened your partner. In those moments, you felt slightly vindicated by his insistence on being present for every breath you took. It's not that you didn't love your partner and appreciate his concern; it's just that he didn't know how to balance it at certain times. As soon as you told him you were pregnant, he became an overprotective mother hen full-time, and it suffocated you a bit. Of course, you talked about it, and he promised to control himself, but if you made a different move, he was already on top of you, asking what was wrong and insisting that you needed to stay in bed.

Reaching the kitchen, you pause for a moment to catch your breath and lean your hands on your back while deciding what to eat. God, this belly was weighing more than usual. Deciding to make a big, hearty sandwich, you start gathering all the necessary ingredients from the cabinets and placing them on the counter.

You feel your partner gently pulling that thread connecting you two, and the next moment, he's entering the kitchen, a furrow between his eyebrows indicating that he's thinking, and the slight contraction in his mouth tells you he's worried. "Darling, you should be resting."

You roll your eyes and let a faint smile form on your lips as you reply, "I was resting, but then I got bored." You lean against the counter for a minute, then turn to grab a knife to cut the tomatoes. When you turn again, Rhys is in front of you, reaching out towards you and taking the knife. "If you wanted something to eat, you just had to ask." You pout at him, but he ignores it and turns to the counter, starting to cut the tomatoes. "I just wanted to do something for myself; you don't let me touch anything since you found out I'm pregnant."

You're beside him, staring at the tomatoes he cut, waiting for a response. He turns his face to you and plants a quick kiss on your forehead, grabbing the bread and saying, "Because the only thing I'll let my partner do while she's pregnant is to make this baby. That's consuming enough energy, and I don't want you to tire yourself out."

"Well, your partner may be making a baby, but she assures you she has enough energy to make her own sandwich."

He raises an eyebrow, and a shit-eating grin forms on his lips. Like she had enough energy to organize the baby's clothes last night? His voice fills your mind, the thread connecting you two vibrating with his amusement. Bastard.

I only slept because you decided to intervene and didn't let me do anything else.

"Darling, I only intervened because you were asleep." He starts putting each ingredient on the bread, and you decide to sit — not because you're tired, obviously — in front of him. You go around the counter as you respond, "Well, I don't remember... Argh." The sudden pain reverberating in your back and cramping that comes and goes cut your speech in half. Damn, you really hoped it wouldn't happen now.

Rhys is in front of you before you can even move, one hand on your belly and the other gently placed on your face, guiding your eyes to meet his. "What's wrong? Is it you? The baby? Panic fills his voice and shines in his beloved violet eyes. His mouth has that contraction again.

The only response you give is a negative nod, trying to catch your breath as the pain passes. He continues with his hands on you and doesn't seem satisfied with your non-verbal answer. I'm fine, the baby is fine. It must have been just another kick in my rib.

His right hand holds the one he placed on your face, and his lips try to form a reassuring smile, which is probably just a funny grimace at the moment. He kisses your forehead, and there's still concern on his face when he pulls away just enough to put both hands on your belly. His gaze alternates between your face and your belly; he still seems reluctant, so he asks again, "Are you sure? I can call Madja just to check, and..."

''Shh." You interrupt him, placing a finger on his lips. Your gaze softened, and now you're the one placing both hands on your partner's face, your thumb stroking his cheek." I said we're fine; it's nothing serious. The baby has been restless all day."

That seems to convince him enough because he agrees and holds your hands, bringing his face closer to yours and planting a gentle kiss on your lips. You pull away after a moment, this time with a complete smile when you playfully say, "Now, go finish my sandwich, or else this baby will start kicking for food." Rhysand laughs with your remark and turns to the counter, finishing your sandwich.

He starts putting away the ingredients again after placing the plate in front of you. "Why didn't you tell me you were in pain? We could have asked Madja for something." He finishes putting away the last ingredient and turns to you again, only the counter separating him as he watches you take the first bite of the sandwich.

"Oh God, this is so good." You ignore his statement, too focused on savoring what might be the best sandwich of your life. He accepts your lack of response with a soft laugh and turns to the cabinets to grab a glass. "Do you want some juice?" you mumble a yes, with your mouth full of the sandwich, and wait for him to fill the glass. He has his back to you while rummaging through the cabinets.

Splash.

"What kind of juice do you want, dear? Because I think we only have orange or grape, but I can ask the House to make some other flavor." He turns to you, waiting for a response, but his face transforms when he sees your expression. "What? Is something wrong?"

Oh, well, this is going to be funny. You finish swallowing the sandwich, trying to formulate a word. He stays where he is, waiting for your response, frozen. But it's your next words that make him run towards you.

"I think my water just broke."

Another pang erupts in your back, and you realize that maybe it wasn't the baby that was restless. It was contractions.

And this baby is about to kick its way out of your belly.

[sephirothsplaything]

DNA| Sec.80 high power-chapter 15

A/N: i'm ngl this chapter is short,but packed with a lot! I hate writing short chapters but here we are. There are a few new people reading this story and I wanna say thank you for loving Rhaella(because she fucking needs it)

read the last chapter here!

This is the story of Lady Rhaella Targaryen the I;the strange one and her role in the Dance Of Dragons. Loved by few and feared by many.

The blood of the dragon runs in Targaryen's veins. Something else runs in Rhaella.

BLACK TARGARYEN OC/READER

PARINGS: Aemond,Cregan,slight Jace,slight Addam,original charecter

PATHETIC WAS THE WALK BACK TO DRAGONSTONE. Rhaella's feet dragged in the sand. She had kidded herself into believing mayhaps all her suffering would at last be rewarded.

Perhaps she should have followed Rhaena to the Vale. At least then nobody would continue to question her progress, or lack thereof.

It seemed she was not the only one encapsulated in gloom. The Prince Jacaerys stood on the steps, gazing out into the water.

''Iksos Baela nykeēdrosa hen?" Rhaella asked, taking place at his side. 'Is Baela still out?'

"Ziry emagon issare mirri jēda." 'It has been some time'

Jace's draw brow furrowed, formulating a High Valyarian response that would not embarrass completely him.

"Ēza.." 'She has' Jace began hesitantly. Rhaella did not mock her cousin, waiting patiently for him to finish.

"Olvie tegon naejot ruaragon" 'She has much land to cover'. He finished unsurely.

A small huff of amusement left Rhaella's lips. Jace, much to his credit had been diligently studying the High Valyarian scrolls. He still had quite a way to go if he was to achieve fluency.

"There is no place for naejot in that sentence." Rhaella corrected.

"Yet another reminder of my own inadequacy" Jace hissed out. Rhaella shifted awkwardly. It was not her intention to strike a nerve.

"You're getting better." Rhaella tried.

Jace scoffed, shooting her a knowing glance. "And nowhere near how you speak."

Seeing an opportunity to feel some semblance of superiority, Rhaella chose to shrug nonchalantly.

"My time was spent in scrolls and pages, yours was in the dragonpits."

The screech of Moondancer cut through, causing both cousins to avert their attention to the skies.

"I do not understand why my mother allows her leave, and not me," Jace said.

Rhaella thought carefully as to what she could say to her cousin. The softer option would be to goad him, reassure Jace that the queen was simply worried about his safety.

But that would be boring, and Rhaella was in desperate need of a distraction.

"It serves in your favor anyhow," Rhaella said. She began to walk to the corridors, Jace quick on her heels.

"Meaning?" Annoyance was palpable in the prince's tone.

Rhaella stopped for a moment, shifting her fervid gaze to Jace. There was a slight amusement, something catlike in her eyes. It took him aback sometimes, how offputting albeit alluring Rhaella was.

"In your wait, you have more time to carefully plan your moves." She continued on walking to the table where Baela already stood.

Rhaella's brow raised slightly at her sister's disheveled hair. Perhaps she ran into some trouble?

"Well?"Queen Rhaenyra asked expectantly. All members of the Black Council impatiently waited for Baela's report.

Baela met Rhaella's gaze mischievously. Just as she thought, her sister and likely been chaotic, as was her nature.

"I saw Ser Criston Cole with half a dozen other knights," Baela said. "Perhaps a scouting for a greater army."

Queen Rhaenyra crossed her arms. Rhaella was hardly surprised, Cole was now a kings guard and was acting accordingly.

Precious time was being wasted on their part. And she knew Jace would agree with her if she cared to voice the thought.

"How could you be sure it was him, and from such a great height?" Queen Rhaenyra asked Baela, eyes focusing on the painted table.

"It was not such a great height, your grace," Baela said cooly. Rhaella held back a snort, surely her sister gave them a proper torment before fleeing.

The queen Rhaenyra did not think it so amusing as she looked to Baela sharply for further explanation.

"You said not to engage so I didn't," Baela spoke. "Not exactly, anyway."

Rhaella's mind drifted to the sound Criston Cole and his party would make when she would scorch them in the flames of Aegarax.

Alas, it was but a fantasy.

"The time to act must be now." Lord Celtigar urges.

Rhaella's eyes traced along the lit table. Cole and his men were heading northeast, but surely not to Harrenhal as her father had claimed it and they would be more than fools to pursue the endeavor.

"Rooks Rest will be the likely destination," Rhaella spoke suddenly, catching all by surprise.

"And pray tell how you came to that conclusion." Ser Arthur said, condescendingly.

At the challenge, Rhaella felt a surge of confidence. She needed not a dragon, only her mind.

Rhaella picked up a piece and slid it between Duskendale and Rooks Rest.

"Both castles are within their distance, I think Criston Coles's army will lay siege there."

Rhaella looked up to face the lords. They held faces of doubt, much to her irritation. Perhaps if she possessed a cock, her words would be taken more seriously.

"She thinks." Ser Aurthor scoffs. Rhaella's face heated up in frustration.

"It is a keen thought." Lord Massey deflects from her softly. She did not wish to be coddled in such a pitiful way.

Jace nudged her shoulder in support, although it hardly made her feel any less silly. She knew he understood the feeling well, however, he was the male heir and she was nothing.

"It is more plausible they would be marching to Harrenhall, word must be sent to Prince Daemon." Lord Massey continued.

"What is your reasoning for such a thought?" Queen Rhaenyra looked to Rhaella.

"It must be a larger scheme one that would force us to--" Rhaella stopped abruptly. A figure walked quickly, almost inhuman into the darkness of the halls.

Her mind had given way to madness, Rhaella was certain. The chillingly familiar pangs of whispers filled her head once more.

'A God must be fed.' it hissed.

"I commend you for the attempt, but you have no such insight into warfare." Lord Celtigar said.

Rhaella wished for the ground to open and swallow her up.

"Still though, I request leave at once to fortify my castle." Lord Simon Staunton said.

So her theory gave way to worry, at least.

"We must do something, your grace." Ser Arther said. It must've been the tenth time he has voiced his opinion. "Set loose the dragons and burn Cole."

Rhaella, in spite of her newfound hatred for Ser Arther, agreed. If the queen would send Rhaenys and Meleys now, while it was dark, any plots the Greens had would end.

But Queen Rhaenyra held fast to her path of peace. Rhaella could no longer admire it, they were at war and people would die either way. Such is the price.

It fell silent as the council waited for Rhaenyra's response. The vexation on Jace's face only grew. He had not given his input, choosing to heed Rhaella's advice.

"I have heard your arguments, and shall consider them." Queen Rhaenyra said, dismissing the council.

"Are you alright?" Baela asked, gently touching Rhaella's arm. "You just disappeared for a moment."

"I…" Rhaella drifted off. Something was here, and she intended to find out what it was.

She shook her head. "Goodnight."

Rhaella hastily marched into the halls. It became apparent to her that this was reckless and maybe her life was in danger.

But in all the places she dared to look, nothing was found. Somehow, she was relieved as she went to her chambers.

It was lonely, usually, Astris was here to help her undress. Rhaella hoped the girl was faring better than her. Slipping into her nightgown, she sat on a stool facing the mirror.

Rhaella could only trust that her plan could bear some semblance of success, lest she embarrass herself yet again.

Her eyes tugged toward the pillow atop her bed. Aemond's letter was still there, testing Rhaella's already weakened resolve.

"It's nothing remarkable, save for a load of blabber." A voice spoke.

Rhaella knew that voice, the one to blame for her dreams of torment.

Her eyes snapped up to the mirror, seeing a man standing behind her. He was tall, unnervingly so, with tanned skin and curls of chocolate brown.

And his eyes were black as the night sky, leaving no parts white.

Stumbling, Rhaella fell from her stool in a panic. Her eyes frantically looked around for anything to defend herself.

"It wouldn't work anyhow."He said, an odd smile gracing his lips.

"What the fuck are you?" Rhaella bit shakily. The man plopped carelessly onto the floor across from her.

"I suppose it depends on who you'd like me to be." He said.

She could scream and guards would rush over in a moments time.

He chuckled lowly. "You would only look foolish Rhaella."

Rhaella tucked her knees further into herself. He was invading her thoughts.

"Stop that," Rhaella demanded.

"You should be far used to this by now." He retorted.

Yes, she had grown used to her own insanity. The voice that had led her to kill a man had now manifested into something she could see.

"And you chose this form, for what purpose?" Rhaella asked. Besides his abnormal eyes and height, the man was more or less human, handsome even.

He hummed out playfully, taking his time much to Rhaella's irritation.

"I had a mind to take your mother's appearance, though I figured it would deter you."

Rhaella scoffed in disbelief. So the Gods truly did revel in mocking her.

"It seemed to work on the last one, such a frail little thing she was." He mused.

Not only were the Gods very much real, it seemed. But this one had taken the liberty of revealing himself…to her.

"What.." Rhaella began. He crawled over to her, his black eyes boring into hers. Not looking at her, but rather in her.

"What do you want from me?" Rhaella asked.

"I am hungry, Rhaella." His voice dropped lower with an inhumane sound. Petrified, she pressed herself further to the wall, but to no avail.

He had long been inside of her.

"I require blood" A finger brushed one of Rhaella's silver curls to the side-- Her eyes squeezed shut.

"But..you know that, don't you?"

Rhaella drew in a breath. His voice was cold like pure death. When she sought the courage to open her eyes, he had vanished. She was forced to wonder if this was a dream.

Standing to her feet in a stupor. Rhaella's hands trembled. She could not sleep here, if at all.

She missed her mother, horribly. It was a fact that she often tried to bury, but alas Rhaella craved the warm touch of her.

She missed Rhaena.

Astris. Her Father. Luke.

Aemond.

What was this?

Rhaella wrapped her arms around her waist, striding all the way to Baela's chamber.

She did not bother knocking either. Softly closing the door behind her, she stood over Baela's sleeping form.

If she were to lose her sisters, her family to this war-- All reason would be lost to her.

Her mind was made up. She would spill blood in her family's name.

Baela's eyes flickered open, jumping at the sight of her sister.

"Rhaella?" Baela whispered, voice laced with sleep.

She inched herself over her sister's body, flopping onto the unoccupied side.

Baela watched her in uncertainty. Her sister was suffering. From what? She knew Rhaella would rather die than tell her.

But when she saw how her little sister's body shook, Baela drew her arms over her.

It was all she could think to do.

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[thegoldheartlocketandkey-blog]

911 Spoilers Season 4: You’ve been warned. 😅 Buddie Rewatch

Episode 6: Jinx

Buck has a clip board. Going thru a list of supplies, making sure the engine is stocked. Buck calls out the item, Eddie is grabbing the item and confirming. Buck pausing and having Eddie correct his “yep” to a “check.”

Eddie has a slight grin, showing mild annoyance, but playing along with Buck as he continues to say “Check”

Hen and Chim walking over, Hen asking who gave Buck a clip board.

Buck tells Hen not to warry, he is kinder and gentler. Eddie smiles as he leans against the truck, listening to Buck monologue and introduce himself as Buck 3.0.

Hen asking what happened to Buck 2.0 and Chim interjecting that that Buck was crushed by a fire truck and left by his girlfriend. (I know he means Abby, but Ally came to mind first.)

Eddie asserting that he isn’t “sure what inspired the software update” as he looks up at Buck. Buck responds that he is ready to let go of the past. Hen points out that it’s a bit ridiculous that he’s willing to just let go being lied to all his life. (I’m with you Hen!)

Buck reveals that he will be going to therapy with his parents for a few sessions to work thru that obstacle. Eddie looks intrigued by the idea.

Eddie is leaning over the cabinet door of the truck, telling Buck that it’s okay for him to take some time and process this new information. He doesn’t have to jump in right away and work thru it. Buck claims to know this. He is just tired of focusing on the past and wants to start thinking about the future. Every one looks at each other, they are obviously not sure how to process this stance.

Buck screams out to the new recruit, Ravi, calling him Probie.

This is slightly off topic, But in Season 2, when Eddie was a probie, now one called him a Probie. I vaguely remember Buck being called a probie in Season 1. I feel like it says a lot about the way Eddie carries himself. Probably one of the many reasons everyone thinks Eddie is older than Buck, instead of thinking they are the same age.

Buck apologizes for scaring Ravi and asks him how the shift was. Ravi uses the forbidden Q word. Everyone minus Eddie is startled by the mention of the word. Eddie is confused as he continues to pack up the truck, Ravi is confused standing there as Hen and Chim talk about curses.

Buck explains that the “Q” word is forbidden in any firehouse. Bobby interrupts and asks who used the word.  Eddie asks what he’s missing here because he can’t comprehend the reaction.

The fire alarm goes off, and Chim vocalizes that they have been jinxed. The team runs off into the trucks, as Ravi stands there awkwardly.

Cut to Eddie in the truck telling the rest of the team that they sound like his grandmother’s neighbor, the healer. He of course says “Abuela” and “Curandera”. I love when Eddie leans into his Spanish roots.

Buck quickly and unironically asking if she would know how to reverse the curse, because if she doesn’t, they are about the have “the shift from hell.”

Chim and Hen explain how they are going to experience nonstop, stupid calls. Eddie judging them and asking if they really believe in stuff like that. Hen quickly adds, “Buck never told you about the last time someone used that word.”

Buck tries to justify that time as the gods taking that moment out of context. Flash back to a younger Buck trying to add a dish to a running dishwasher and him making a comment about how quiet it was running.

That shift resulted in 36 calls. Eddie finding it hard to believe that all those calls were a result of one shift. Bobby chiming in to say it was a record. Buck correcting the number to 37, revealing the fire suppression system was triggered in the locking, trapping Buck in foam at the end of that shift.  

Eddie still being a denier, tell them that they are giving the EMS god too much credit. The arrive at the accident. Buck jumps out after chimney, Eddie after Buck.  Eddie pointing out that the accident is just a fender bender, not a stupid call. Bobby tells him to look up and we see a man tapped to a billboard. Bobby calling over to Buck, Buck runs to grab the ladder. Eddie smirks as he pulls a bag out of a truck, claiming to have seen crazier.

Buck climbs up the ladder to get to the man stuck above. He tries to reason with the man to get down for everyone’s safety. Everyone below sets up an air bag, incase he falls.

Eddie running towards the car accident scene runs into Ana, Chris’s old school teacher. She was burned by cup of coffee, Eddie offers to check the burn for her. He tells her that ice isn’t good for burns and she reveals that another firefighter gave her the ice. Eddie is on his knees as he looks over the burn, instructs her to keep the area dry and clean.

Ana asks about Christopher. Eddie responds that he’s doing well and adjusting to online classes. He assumes that online school is likely the reason why he hasn’t seen her. Ana reveals that she actually has a new job as a vice principal at a different school district. Eddie and Ana subtly flirt through out the conversation.

I think now is the best time to mentions that I never hated Eddie and Ana’s relationship. I never understood the fan fics that make Ana an evil witch. I did think their relation was boring, probably because we never really got to know her as a character. We really didn’t see their dynamic, or real passion between the characters. I’ll of course go into more detail about this later on, just felt like I should say something now.

Bobby calls for Eddie over the radio to bring over the equipment for their billboard guy, cutting his conversation with Ana short.

Buck descends down the ladder, telling Bobby that the guy refuses to get down. The tape starts to give out and Buck makes a run up the ladder to get to him. Eddie is looking up as this happens. The guy falls off before Buck could make it up. Luckily the air bag broke his fall.

Buck sits on the ladder defeated. As the guy celebrates surviving and walking around naked, Eddie picks up the tape that was holding the man up. Bobby sarcastically asks if he wants it as a souvenir for the day they are about to have.

Everyone gathers upstairs for lunch. Bobby pulls out mac and cheese from the oven. No one is allowed to eat until everyone is at the table.  Buck runs up last, apologizing, as they get ready to eat the alarm goes off.

Montage begins with Bobby putting the mac in cheese back inn the oven.

Eddie rescues a cat and brings it back to the owner. Buck is attempting to help a man down the same tree.

Bobby pulls out the mac and cheese, slightly over cooked. Buck telling Bobby to hurry. The alarm goes off again. They run off, place the mac and cheese back in the oven.

Eddie and Chimney are covered in Vaseline as they try to get a lion head off of a girl. Hen is able to cut the head off. Buck is thrown up on. Eddie backs away as he jokes about someone eating today.

Mac and Cheese is burned. Buck and Eddie are sitting across from each other at the table. Everyone is disappointed by the burned food. Alarm goes off again. Buck looks at Eddie as he sarcastically says they are not jinxed. Eddie looking back at Buck with pursed lips.

Eddie standing with his arms crosses, awkwardly not trying to acknowledge the curse as Chim and Hen handle the squid attack.

Buck burns his mouth on hot coffee straight from the pot as the alarm goes off again.

Buck trying to pry the recliner off of a man at the movie theaters.

Eddie and Bobby removing the door of a washing machine to save a child.

Eddie asks Buck if he ever replays a conversation in their head a realize that he may have sounded like an idiot. Buck replies with, “have you met me.” Eddie smiles. They are walking side by side to the next rescue. Eddie reveals that he ran into Chris’ old teacher Ana that morning.

Buck makes notes that Eddie hadn’t mentioned Chris’ pretty teacher in a while.

They walk in to Bobby and Hen moving helium tanks. Buck comments on the interesting scene  of a clown being covered by helium tanks. Eddie is practically pressed up onto Bucks side at this moment.

Buck and Eddie start laughing uncontrollably as Bobby instructs them to help out, in a high-pitched voice. Eddie and Buck looking at each other before they move in to help. Their laughter becoming more uncontrollable the more they hear people speak.

Cuts to the 118 leaving another call. Eddie and Buck are walking out pressed together. Eddie comments on how boring the call was given that it was people stuck in the elevator. Hen tells him not to say it, prompting Eddie to call them a bunch of old ladies, stating there is no curse. Buck comments on how windy it is as he hopes into the truck. Everyone jumps into the Truck, after they start discussing how they should not tempt faint.

Eddie buckles up, and proceeds to comment about how it was a normal call. “It went like clockwork. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.” Hen chimes is about notice how no one says “Wham, bam, thank you, sir.” Buck being a smart-ass chimes in saying it is because it doesn’t rhyme.

Eddie being overly confident that jinxes don’t exist. Power pole goes down immediately after Eddie says this. Everyone looks at Eddie angrily and Eddie sits up awkwardly.

Chimney and Buck texting Josh about their situation in the truck, I assume it’s a group text. Josh clocking that they are wanting to remove a curse.

As chimney is researching ways to remove curses, Eddie is acting disinterested, while Buck is trying to get a proper explanation.

Eddie continues to make fun of the team for believing in this curse. Buck states, “It’s like the universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen.”

“The universe doesn’t scream.” Power lines start loudly zapping again.

Eddie states that he doesn’t worry about things he can’t control. Buck tries to get him to admit there is something out there controlling the things he can’t control. Eddie starts listing mystical creatures and legends as he taunts Buck. Eddie attempts to say the “Q” word, but is told by Bobby to stop. This prompts the entire team to ask Bobby’s opinion on the matter.

Bobby points out that everyone is a little superstitious, pointing out that Eddie wears a good luck charm around his neck. Eddie explains that is not the same thing, but Bobby explains how it is.

Help finally arrives, but not before taking photos of the accident and making fun of them.

Eddie walks in the kitchen area. Bobby, Buck, Chimney, and Hen are all upstairs. Turns out Eddie could not sleep.  Eddie walks up to Chim, Hen, and Buck and asks if he’s interrupting book club. Hen states Buck is reading about woman, Eddie turns to Buck and jokes about wondering why Buck had a book in his hand, but knowing it is about woman it all makes sense.

Buck is reading about the 5 love languages, asks Eddie what he thinks Ana’s love language is. Buck putting Eddies business out there and peeking everyone’s interest. Eddie calls Buck a traitor as they ask if he’s dating.

Eddie explains who Ana is and how she ran into her this morning. The 118 being nosy and asking why he didn’t ask her out. The bell goes off before Eddie can come up with a response.

Something I feel needs to be pointed out is that at this very moment Buck does not have any possible suitors or any one of interest to date. From the look of where Buck has the book opened up to, compared to where everyone else has their books opened up to, it’s pretty safe to assume he started reading that book that night. This implies that the only reason he was reading this book is because Eddie mentioned Ana. Buck could have just mentioned Ana’s name to set a fire under Eddie, but the question felt genuine. I like to believe; Buck was trying to figure out Eddies love language and compare it to what they thought would be Ana’s.

I also like to add that if Buck had been reading this book for a while, he may already know Eddies love language, and uses that to his advantage. From reading the book myself, I think Eddie’s love language is acts of service. Buck’s is likely words of affirmation.  Quality time is both their 2nd love language.

$10,000 Worth of Fireworks;  Buck and Eddie grab the water hose out of the truck. Bobby calls Buck over the radio, telling him that he is needed out back. Eddie telling him to go, that he can handle the hose on his own.

Buck leaves and Eddie starts to drag over the hose. The hose gets caught on something, this is when Eddie sees what he assumes is another firefighter from a different unit and calls him over to help. He specifically says he lost his partner could you help me out.

Brian runs over to help. Eddie starts to talk about the rough day he has had, and complains a little. As Brian walks off, Eddie realizes he’s from the unit Ana mentioned that gave her ice. He tells Brian about the situation as he walks off. Bobby walks over to finish helping Eddie. There we learn the 147 is decommissioned after the mudslide, they have no idea who that man was.

Back at the station, Eddie further explains that the man he saw had a jacket with the name Harmon on it, Bobby points out who the real Harmon is and it’s not the guy Eddie spoke to.

Bobby turns this conversation into a lesson for Eddie. Stating, “They’re so focused on what they don’t have that they miss the chance to have something else, something real.”

Eddie slowly making the realization that Bobby means he needs to move on from Shannon and possibly pursue Ana. Bobby further explain how he can’t stay stuck. Eddie is on the verge of tears as he asks Bobby about Athena and her kids. Bobby reassuring Eddie that he loves his new family, but he does miss the one he lost.

So I love the fan theory that Bobby picked out Eddie specifically for Buck. It’s a cute funny theory that I only entertain because it is wholesome. I do not actually believe this theory, but if I did, I would assume Bobby is pushing for Eddie to pursue Ana, because he knows that Eddie needs to heal more before pursing Buck, also this moment isn’t right for Buck either, because he’s processing something totally new.

Burger Freak out: Larry explains that a firefighter called telling him that a gas leak had been detected and to break all of the windows. Bobby and Buck come around the corner and explain that there is no gas leak, but that the gas is going to remain off until the investigation is over.

Buck running after the guy they suspect has been pretending to be a firefighter. Brian steals the 118. Buck is banging against the truck trying to stop him from fleeing.

Eddie looking over at the commotion confused. Bobby announcing over radio that the engine has been stolen. Buck letting Chim and Hen know they are still jinxed.

Buck revealing that he just topped off the gas tank, there is about four hours before the guy runs out of gas.

Over the radio dispatch calls in a 5-alarm fire. Buck asks Bobby what are they suppose to do.  Bobby instructs everyone to hop in the back of the ambulance.  Buck hops in and lays on the gurney. As everyone squeezes in around him.

Buck vocalizes how using the ambulance is a stupid idea, and how their luck really lead to someone stealing an engine. How they might not even be able to help while on scene.

Eddie believes there is a way to get the Engine to the scene, Buck looks up at Eddie confused.

Eddie speaks to Brian directly, calling him over the radio. Eddie thanks Brian for helping at the garage fire. Eddie instructs Brian to help out by bringing the fire engine he stole to the 5-alarm fire.

Eddie walks up to Brian and tells him he did the right thing and walks off.

Buck, Chim, and Hen are in their civilian clothing. They are grateful for the shift being over. Bobby offers to buy the three of them breakfast. Buck makes a kind of concerning comment about not eating long enough, he no longer feels hungry.

Eddie appears out of nowhere, He’s still in uniform, and standing to where he is showing off a lot of cake.

Eddie denies the invitation claiming to have other plans. Buck is visibly confused; Bobby is smiling like he knows what these plans entail.

Buck, Bobby, Hen, and Chim talk about and elaborate on how Brian got a hold of firefighter gear and how much trouble he caused with all his help. Before eating their breakfast, a woman collapses.

Eddie is alone at another breakfast spot. Stressed while looking a menu. I understand feeling a bit anxious about a date, but the normal cool calm and collected man we are use to seeing is no where to be seen in this scene.

Ana arrives, he pulls out her chair for her. They have light banter and when the waiter comes over to ask about drinks, they both respond, “No, coffee, Jinx” and laugh. I understand that the moment is suppose to be cute, but why would you tell your waiter you don’t want coffee. Maybe I’m thinking to much into it, when I was a waiter, this interaction would have confused me and just been awkward.

[dolls-self-ships]

Two Birds One Storm

heyyyy this is my first fic in a while also it’s not finished yet this is only part one so it’s a quick read if you’re interested! <3 inspired by this prompt by otp-fanfic-ideas

“Oh my, would you look at that?”

Mac raised her head with a slight curious hum in her throat at the sound of her voice, she looked over to see her .. em.. friend, sitting by the window of her hut, which was being rapidly spotted with heavy raindrops, making an aggressive tap.. tap tap.. tap.. tap tap sound on the glass.

Mac felt startled, she could have sworn she calculated this weeks weather to a T, and all accounts showed nothing but sunshine, but sometimes Mother Nature had a way of being particularly unpredictable. Either that or she had miscalculated, but Mac would rather believe the first thing than the second one.

“Why, it’s just raining cats and dogs” Daphne tsked, still observing the grey sky and the cloudy mist that now covered the island.

“Oh aye” Mac agreed as she joined Daphne at the window, looking up to study the clouds herself. “And that great big one looks like a cumulonimbus. An et looks like there’s more rolling in fast as et is.”

Daphne looked at her, a little confused at first but trying her best to remember what kind of cloud that was. She had been getting used to Mac’s way of putting things into very technical terms, on top of her thick Scottish accent- of which both she found endlessly charming- and she would hate to make Mac repeat herself, as she often had to.

After a couple seconds, Daphne was almost certain she remembered. “That means uh.. thunder right?”

Mac smiled at her, and nodded in approval. She gave a little "mhm!" as in 'that's correct!'.

"I must say hen, you're catchin' on faster than Mr. Rhodes ever did. Yer a fast learner!" Mac praised her with an approving grin and a wink. Daphne felt a small sense of pride swell inside of her when Mac said that, partially because she liked the feeling of being better than Rocky at something, but also because she liked that Mac felt understood by her.

“Maybe because we spend so much time together" she giggled.

Mac felt a little bit of a rush from that, a warmth filled her cheeks as she nodded. "Aye, that too." She looked back out the window,

After a few moments of staring out into the rain, it slowly began to dawn on Daphne that her hut was all the way on the other side of town, and getting there would be like hell in just the rain alone, let along when the storm starts picking up. She gently cleared her throat and stammered "W-well, I-I should probably start headin' out now"

Mac was shocked, what on earth was she saying? She couldn't go out in this weather. "What? Now? I donnae think that's such a good idea, lass."

Daphne sighed "If I don't get goin' now I'm not gonna make it home" she said, shaking her head, "and I would hate to be a bother to you"

The rain started to pick up more, followed by a loud crash that startled the two. Both their heads turned quickly back to the window, and their eyes slowly travled upwards to see clusters of rain clouds, more and more packing in as if they all had a personal vendetta against this one specific chicken-housing island. They could see tiny flashes of light coming from between the cracks of plush looking grey forms in the sky, but it wasn't sunshine like one would hope, the flashes were erratic and white, the lightning had already begun to start up.

"Hen, I cannae let you go out in that, ye could ge'y knocked over by de wind, lost in all de fog, shrivel up like a wee raisin from all the rain, catch hypothermia-"

Daphne watched as Mac counted on her fingers all the possibilities she could face if she went outside at this time, in an effort to get her to stop, she placed her wings overtop of hers.

"Alright, alright, I get it, I just.." She paused, shifting in her seat and taking a breath “I just don’t wanna impose, that’s all”

Mac shook her head. “Even if that was, hen, there’s no wey that wee half-built bit wuld keep you warm enough in this.”

Daphne hummed, looking back outside as she saw the first bolt of lightening hit the water around the island. She wasn’t able to get out a response in time as Mac has already gotten up from her seat.

“Sit tight while I put de kettle on.”

As Mac left to the kitchen to get started, Daphne watched her with guilty eyes. She didn't know what it was, but everytime she was being waited on by someone, it always felt off. Wrong somehow. She hated making people go out of their way for her, she didn't like the feeling that she was causing trouble or making someone get up, even when it was a simple of a task as brewing tea. So, she quickly got up from her seat.

"Wait" She followed after her,  Mac turned over her shoulder from where she stood, already at the counter with the kettle going, which had already begun to make its low steaming sound, a high pitched, barely audible 'phhhwwwwtttt' sound. Daphne came up beside her and plucked two tea bags from the little display Mac had placed on the kitchen top. Peppermint- Mac's favourite. "I'll get these for ya"

Mac smiled, holding out her hand to grab the two little bags. "Thanks hen" she said, reaching for them a bit further than she intended, and accidentally brushing her hand over Daphne fingertips.

phhhwwttt

Mac jolted, a gasp hitched in her throat. Her teeth clenched as she flinched her hand away, feeling that familiar warmth in her cheeks again. Her eyes flickered between her recoiled hand and Daphne’s face, hoping that she could read her expression just enough to predict what was going through her mind at that moment.

Ppppphhhwhwwttttt

Daphne wasn't all that suave either, she didn’t say a word, but her eyes spoke volumes. They wouldn't leave the spot on her hand that Mac accidentally touched, it was like she could still feel a ghost of what the sensation was like to have her feathertips brush hers. It was still warm. Still comfortable.

PPPPPHHHHWWWTTTTTTT

Her eyes darted back up to the maroon combed hen, who then turned away from her shyly and said in an awkward tone and held out her hand, palm up, instead for Daphne to place the bags in.

"Ah... sorry"

It was up until then that Daphne had completely forgotten about the tea.

“It’s alright…”

click

The water was ready.

[zablife]

Dark Games (Part 3)

Arthur Shelby x Evelyn (OC) x Finn Shelby

Summary: (Dark AU) When power hungry Arthur is left to run the Eden Club unchecked, he forces his women into dangerous games with the characters of the London underworld. What happens when Finn interferes with his newest girl?

Author's Note: Written for @shelbydelrey Peaky x Lana Festival. Inspired by "Dark But Just a Game" by Lana Del Rey. Final part to the series.

Warnings: language, slur, drinking, mention of drug use, violence, mention of human trafficking, some incorrect history

Part 1, Part 2

“Finn, what are we looking for?” Evelyn asked, clutching her bandaged hand to her chest and listening for Arthur. He could return at any moment to find them rifling through his office. If he did, their meddling would get them both killed. She wanted to leave for the safety of Warwickshire as Finn had promised sooner rather than later.

However, Finn knew it wouldn’t be enough to take Evelyn to Tommy. He’d turned a blind eye to their brother’s indiscretions in the past and this would be no different. If Finn wanted Arthur stopped for good, he needed something more, evidence Arthur was falsifying the ledgers for the club and stealing from the family. Knowing time was running out to collect them and get Evelyn away, Finn paced the floor, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

“I need the books, Evelyn, if we’re going to shut down the Eden Club,” Finn explained and Evelyn nodded in understanding. “Where has Arthur hidden them?” Finn asked as gently as possible. 

“There,” she pointed to the safe in the corner with a shaking hand. “But I don’t know the combination, Finn,” she confessed tearfully. Finn approached, rubbing his hands up and down her arms as he looked into her eyes. 

“It’s alright. We’ll figure something out together, yeah?” he said in a calm, soothing voice as he pushed the hair from her face. The closeness of him and the need for comfort overtook her and Evelyn leaned up to place her lips to his. Finn didn’t hesitate to pull her closer, deepening the kiss he’d wanted for months. His body cocooned her in warmth and a feeling of safety she needed to shut out the world that had shattered around her. 

Losing himself in the sweet taste of her and the softness of her skin, Finn failed to hear the footsteps behind him or the shadow of his brother looming large as the office door swung open unexpectedly.

With his usual bold, swagger, John strode to the center of the room, booming voice laced with amusement. “Well would you look at my baby brother,” he chuckled.

Evelyn’s whole body tensed and Finn moved to shield her with his body as John began to circle them, jabbing a finger in Finn's face. “Sly bastard, you’ve got some balls going after Arthur’s girl. Shall I tell him there’s a fox in his hen house?” he asked with a wink.

Before he could think of a reply, Finn paused, clocking the slight slur in his brother’s speech. John was already drunk and that meant he wouldn’t waste time running to Arthur when he could be having a woman himself.

“Piss off, John,” Finn said as nonchalantly as possible, waiting to see if his assumptions were correct.

John raised his eyebrows in mock shock and thumbed his nose with a sniff. “Alright, alright. No need for that. Couldn’t give a shit anyway. Just came down to take a tenner,” he said, pushing past Finn to get to the safe. Evelyn eyed Finn, holding her breath as she watched John spin the dial with practiced ease. While John had his back turned, Finn gave Evelyn a nod, squeezing her hand gently as he moved to the desk and called out to his brother.

“Oi, John, you going back home in the morning?” he asked casually. John turned slowly, pulling a bill from the stack of cash he held. 

“Dunno, why?” he asked, voice tinted with irritation.

“Tommy called,” Finn lied. John pocketed the money and rubbed a hand down his face as he shook his head in disbelief, stepping away from the safe to question his brother.

“Yeah, what the fuck does the king of Birmingham want now, eh?” he asked with a roll of his eyes. Spying the open door of the safe, Evelyn inched closer, fingers itching to hold the black book that lay in plain sight. Finn watched her movements from the corner of his eye and tried to hold his brother’s interest a moment longer as she closed in on the evidence they badly needed.

“Says a family meeting’s in order. He wants all of us to come tomorrow,” Finn said, heart thundering in his chest, hoping John wouldn’t ask too many questions as he hadn’t worked out the details himself. Shoving his hands in his pockets he looked past his brother’s confused expression to see Evelyn tucking the ledger into her handbag and he exhaled with relief. Deciding it was time to wrap up, he clapped a hand over John’s shoulder adding. “We’ve got an early morning so go easy on the whisky, yeah?”

John broke out in a grin, pulling his brother close to him round the neck. Forehead to forehead he whispered, “Go give the whore a good seeing to and I’ll keep Arthur away. Have some bloody fun for once.” Finn’s stomach turned, but he was grateful for the alibi, needing time to get Evelyn away safely. With a quick nod, he took her by the hand and made a dash for the back entrance. 

Evelyn looked over her shoulder as she ran, tripping on the cracks in the pavement. “Don’t look back,” Finn urged as he helped her, tucking his strong arm under hers to keep her from falling. Even as Finn helped her to the car, she had trouble believing she was actually leaving the place that had been her home for so long. As the lights of the Eden Club marquee faded in the distance, she wondered what lay ahead.

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Arthur exited the car with a groan, feeling the extent of his sore limbs and pounding headache the moment he stepped out into the daylight. The last place he wanted to be was Arrow House, summoned to his brother’s side for another useless meeting. He knew how the day would proceed and he abhorred listening to Tommy drone on about the plans for his empire when he had plans of his own. A day wasted, he thought as he flicked his cigarette into Tommy’s pristine rose bushes, hoping one would catch fire.

He took the front steps two at a time and ordered the maid to bring him whisky as he stumbled toward Tommy’s open office door. However, the voices he heard inside gave him pause. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the hallucination of his Evelyn. He swore he heard her quiet lilt before crossing the threshold, but thought better of it. The booze and the snow were playing tricks on him surely.

However, his confusion soon turned to horror as he entered the room to find the imposing presence of Alfie Solomons standing at his brother’s side. The King of Camden Town stood dressed all in black, an evil grin permeating his features from beneath a wide brimmed hat. He gestured with open arms as he greeted him in a booming voice. “Arfar!” he cried out.

Arthur stood rooted to the spot, looking between Alfie and Tommy who stood hands placed on his desk, boring a hole into his brother. Finn and Evelyn sat on the sofa by the fireplace, and Arthur couldn’t help but notice how Finn’s thumb stroked over the back of Evelyn’s hand in a soothing gesture every so often. 

“Have a seat, Arthur,” Tommy said, voice dangerously low. 

“No, no, no,” Arthur said, waving his hand in front of him. “I ain’t stayin’ for this bullshit,” he proclaimed. He turned to leave, but the door was swiftly closed in his face by a blinder, guarded from the outside until their business was concluded to Tommy’s satisfaction. Arthur had no choice but to stay and face his wrath. 

“Arthur, Mr. Solomons and I have a few questions for you about the goings on at the Eden Club. Make yourself comfortable. We have a lot to discuss,” Tommy said as he threw the black ledger down on his desk with a thud. Arthur’s eyes flicked from the book to Finn, knowing he was involved, but unable to prove it. He clenched his jaw and balled his fists, stiffly taking a seat in front of Tommy. "There are a few irregularities here, brother,” Tommy said, flipping through the pages with mild interest. He closed the book and stared up at Arthur adding, “And I would be prepared to forgive that with a bit of repayment, but Mr. Solomons--”

“Call me, Alfie,” Alfie offered, seating himself at the edge of Tommy’s desk. “We’re friends now, you and I, Tommy,” he said with a nod.

“Of course,” Tommy said. “Alfie here has told me about the deals you’ve been making in London. See that’s very disappointing to me. Cause we’re family and family has always been my strength. Until today…that all changes now that I have a new arrangement in place with the Solomons family. You, Arthur, are out,” Tommy proclaimed, reaching for a cigarette. Rubbing it across his bottom lip, he searched his pocket for a lighter as he looked to Alfie asking, “Shall we tell him what becomes of him?”

Alfie held up his hand, “No, he’s a big boy. He knows the road,” he answered. “And he knows what he did has earned himself a place in hell already.” As Tommy took his time lighting up, he allowed Arthur to squirm under the penetrating gaze of the mad baker. The look he received was scathing and Arthur realized this was about more than business. He turned to look at Evelyn over his shoulder and she hid her face in Finn’s shoulder.

Turning back to Alfie he spat, “So this about the whore?”

Enraged, Alfie leaned forward clutching Arthur’s shirt front in his large hands to bring them face to face. His eyes lit with fury and the patches of irritated skin around his jaw turned an angry red as he seethed, “She was carrying my fucking child, you worthless cunt!” Pulling Arthur from his chair he staggered with the weight of the other man, raising him from the ground until Arthur began to choke. “And you took her from me so now I’m going to ring the life from you,” he warned, thick fingers inching closer to Arthur’s neck. 

Tommy stood emotionless, almost disinterested as he watched his brother’s eyes bulge out of his skull, face reddening as he awaited his fate at the hands of the man he’d wronged. However, just before Arthur lost consciousness, Alfie suddenly released him, letting him drop to the carpet with a thud. 

Evelyn shook her head against Finn’s chest whispering, “Finn, please, I don’t want to see this.” He hushed her, stroking her hair, and trying to shield her as Alfie came to stand over Arthur’s heaving body. 

“Nah, don’t think I will kill ya now, pikey,” he said, boots crushing Arthur’s fingertips painfully. “Would be too good for ya. So we’re gonna take a drive with my nephew Goliath and have a bit more fun, yeah?” He stamped his cane and a large man entered the office, his footsteps hitting the floor with such force it made the lamps rattle. Finn gulped at the sight of the giant, hoisting his brother in the air like a rag doll and carrying him out without a word.

Alfie fixed his hat before giving a nod to Evelyn and then Tommy. “Good doin’ business with ya, Tom,” he said before exiting the room. Evelyn looked around the now quiet room, a surreal feeling washing over her. Vengeance did not feel the way she expected. 

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Three years later…

Finn passed through the busy restaurant he operated with Evelyn. After the nasty business with Arthur, Tommy rewarded Finn’s loyalty by making him his own boss. Although some days he wondered if it wasn’t Evelyn he was working for as she had no problem taking charge. Truthfully, Finn didn’t mind because it made him proud to see her thriving after everything she’d been through at the Eden Club.

Evelyn was determined to make a better life for herself and Finn. Despite Tommy's charity, the first year had been difficult and they lived in near poverty. However, the second year things began to turn around and this year they even stood to make a tidy profit from their hard work. However, her ambitiousness worried Finn at times, her drive to succeed becoming the sole focus.

Always on heightened alert, Finn found Evelyn at a dark corner table with a Chinese couple. She seemed to be in a heated discussion with the man as the girl sat next to him took in her surroundings uncomfortably. Finn frowned at the pair, wondering what they were discussing as a small brown envelope passed between them.

“Evelyn, what’s going on?” he asked, capturing the attention of everyone at the table.

“I’m conducting business, Finn. Did you need something?” Evelyn asked sharply. 

Finn's attention was momentarily stolen by a glimpse of the girl's tattoo, hidden on the inside of her arm. His skin began to crawl as he thought of the recent rumors associated with the mark and his eyes snapped back to Evelyn with urgency. “I need to speak with you,” Finn insisted.

“We’ll continue our discussion Thursday?” Evelyn asked the man seated before her. He nodded congenially, reaching across the table and placing a chaste kiss to her hand before standing to leave. The girl at his side teetered awkwardly in her high heels as she waited for him to don his thick winter coat with fur collar. Then she trailed nervously behind him as he confidently took the lead out of the dining room, patrons staring at the mismatched couple as they passed.

Finn fell into a seat and took a deep breath as he gestured toward the envelope between them. “Evelyn, what’s going on? What is that?” he asked.

“It's opium,” she said matter of factly. Finn pinched his nose, afraid of what she might say next, positive no outcome would benefit them.

“No salt, no flour…the purest available in Europe. It could make us a fortune,” she said eagerly, opening the envelope and tapping the golden crystals out onto the wooden surface before her. Finn exhaled sharply, this had not been in his plans for them. He didn’t want to operate the way Arthur had.

“And where are we to get it?” Finn asked, humoring her for a moment to satisfy his curiosity.

“Brilliant Chang,” she replied, leaning back in her chair with a smile.

“That’s where I recognize him from. He’s the man who’s been in the papers. They say he killed a girl,” Finn said warily, brow creased with concern.

“She killed herself,” Evelyn rushed to correct him. “And he was cleared of all charges,” she explained.  She laced her fingers together, leaning in to confide, "But he has people watching him so he needs someone to sell it. He wants it to be us, Finn,” she said with a heady giggle.

“I don’t know, Evelyn,” Finn said, shaking his head. This sounded like an unnecessary amount of trouble to bring into their lives. Also, she clearly wasn’t aware of the other ways in which he made money.

“Evelyn, do you know anything about the girl with him today? Why she has that tattoo?” Finn prodded, thinking of a delicate way to broach a potentially upsetting subject.

“Of course,” she replied icily. “It’s a mark of ownership. Just another part of his business, Finn,” she shrugged, reaching for her drink and downing it. Finn looked on with a horrified expression as she slammed the glass on the table and crossed her arms defensively.

“What the fuck difference does it make, hmm? The deal is done. I was tired of taking handouts from your brother. And you can’t tell me you don’t want to make your own money?” she said angrily. Her eyes stared back at him, hollow and lifeless.

“I just want you,” Finn answered in a soft voice. "The Evelyn I knew when we started,” he added earnestly. Where had she gone? Sometimes he felt she had been lost years ago while playing dark games with his brother. 

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hi my sweet, congrats on 2k! that’s absolutely insane and so incredible & you deserve it all!! 🦕 a blurb of our beloved bobby nash teaching reader how to cook 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 thank you & ilysm <3

of course you can bestie! i hope you like it!!

Pairings: Bobby Nash x Reader

Warnings: none :)

→ come join my 2k celebration

Not Like That

“And (Y/N) you’re on lunch with me,” Bobby looked up at you after handing out assignments for the small chores around the station house that day.

“So I’m finally getting my private Chef Nash cooking lesson,” you grinned.

“Only cause Cap’s too afraid to cook with me,” Buck shrugged and you rolled your eyes. “Guess I’m just that good,”

“Actually,” Bobby interjected and you were already fighting back a snort. “It’s because you’re suspended from cooking duties for a week because last time I let you cook you went from 0-100 and tried to do a flambé and almost burnt the whole station house down,”

“Hen, you might wanna grab Buck some ice,” you sucked some air through your teeth and Buck didn’t hesitate to throw you the bird, only making you laugh.

“Alright come on, let’s leave him alone so he can go do his equipment check instead of sitting around,” Bobby ursheded you back into the kitchen and you looked at the ingredients he had placed out on the counter, trying to deduct what you were going to be making.

“Who requested this one?” you asked.

“Chim,” Bobby said and you frowned before it hit you.

“Ratatouille, he’s been going on about wondering what it tastes like. I think being on bed rest gave him too much time to watch TV,”

“I think so too,” Bobby nodded. “But a request is a request,”

You started off simple, washing the vegetables and preparing some of the spices, but once you started cutting, you could hear Bobby clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

“No, no, no,” he said, quickly taking the knife from you and stopping you in the middle of your process. “Not like that,”

“Then how?” you asked.

“Like this,”

The carefully cut thin slices, holding the vegetables a certain way that allowed him grip and the ability to cut the smallest pieces possible.

He gave the knife back to you and watched as you tried again.

“Like this?” you asked and he shook his head, taking the knife again and demonstrating.

You tried once more, maybe exaggerating your inability to do it and Bobby simply gave you a little sigh and wrapped his arms around you, holding both your hands in the correct position and running through it a few times with you, only to watch you mess up again as soon as he let go.

“Okay, now you’re just doing this on purpose,” he chuckled.

“I dunno, am I?” you asked cheekily and he decided to give you what you wanted, pulling your back against his chest and slowly cutting the vegetables with you.

“Yeah I have a bit of a feeling you watched Ghost one too many times,” he teased.

“What’s Ghost?”

You watched as Bobby was about to retaliate with something about how he wasn’t that much older than you, but you beat him to it with a laugh and a quick,

“I’m kidding,”

As Chimney, Hen, and Eddie came up the stairs and took in the sight in the kitchen there were a few whistles, followed by a comment of,

“Is it just me or is it hot in here?”

“Come on guys, give it a rest,” Bobby shook his head and removed himself from you and you tried to hide your disappointment.

But for the rest of the time you paid close attention to him as he instructed you on what to do and how to cook and lay out each of the ingredients so the meal was perfect. Bobby always strived for perfection.

There may have been a moment here or there, where you threw a small handful of salt at him and in retaliation he chucked a potato in your general direction and missed hitting Buck instead.

“You know, you’re not too bad of a cook,” Bobby noted as you put the dish in the oven.

“Yeah, but I learnt a lot from you,” you said. “Especially when it comes to cutting vegetables, life lessons there,” you said with slight sarcasm.

You had to hand it to Chimney though, when the food was out of the oven and in your stomachs it tasted absolutely delicious and you never would have guessed a dish from a kids movie could be so wonderfully flavourful and amazing.

Bobby got up halfway through and left to his office without much of an explanation and when he didn’t come back for a while you decided to go follow him, taking a few dishes to the sink while you were at it.

You knocked on the door frame and he looked up, eyes meeting yours and he put down what he was holding to give you his full attention.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“You kind of left in the middle of family lunch. Which was your rule,” you shrugged and he gave you a chuckle.

“Chief Alonzo waits for no one,” he motioned over to the papers and you nodded your head.

You were about to leave, but you stopped, instead choosing to roll back and forth from your heels to your toes.

“Bobby, I-I had a lot of fun cooking with you today,”

“I had a lot of fun cooking with you too,” he nodded, resting his hands on the desk as he leaned back on it.

“So would it be weird if maybe I asked you if you — I don’t know — wanted to come over and make dinner at my place with me?”

“Like a…a date?” he treaded carefully and you nodded your head.

“Yeah, I guess something like a date,”

Bobby looked down at his feet before meeting your eyes with a nod of his own.

“I’d like that a lot,”

“Good,” you grinned. “Great,”

You were about to turn away once more, but you decided instead to quickly decrease the two steps of space between you and pull him down for a slow kiss while his hands found their place against your waist.

“Just so there’s no surprises,” you mumbled once you had pulled away from him slightly and he smiled.

“Maybe we could do it one more time for good measure?”

You giggled a little while he pulled you in one more time, granting his own wish and savouring that small moment with you, knowing it would be the thing to carry him through the day.

[storiesforallfandoms]

too much ~ henry cavill

word count: 1709

request?: yes!

“hii! i was wondering if you could write one where Henry Cavill and the reader are trying new things in the bedroom, like BDSM, and the reader gets overwhelmed so they have to stop and Henry takes care of them? thank you!”

description: in which they try to spice things up in the bedroom, but it becomes a little too much for her

pairing: henry cavill x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, im also gonna put a warning of overstimulation and use of a safe word just in cause (i’ve seen it tagged as warnings before so i just want to make sure everyone knows before reading)

masterlist (one, two)

Henry was very much a gentleman when it came to sex. He wasn’t into doing things too fast or rough, unless it had to be a quickie. He was slow, gentle, tender. He treated every time you two had sex as if it were the first time.

That’s why you were so shocked when he asked if he could tie you up, blindfold you, and to tease you with the only actual sex toy you owned: a vibrator for the times when Henry was gone for a little too long.

You were definitely more than excited for this idea that Henry had, it would definitely be a great way to spice up your sex life, but you were still confused as to where it came from. You didn’t really have time to ask, though, as you were too excited to get things going the moment he suggested it.

You were sat on the edge of the bed, already stripped down to just your panties and bra. Henry was stood in front of you, holding one of his ties in his hand. He had taken out three - one for your eyes, and one for either of your wrists to tie to the bed - and you were grateful he had picked out something soft and comfortable for your first time trying this stuff.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he repeated for the third time.

“I’m starting to think you don’t want this,” you teased. “I’m sure I wanna try it at least. If it I don’t like it, I’ll just use the safe word, okay?”

Henry nodded. He leaned down to give you a quick kiss before wrapping the satin material around your eyes and tying it behind my back. With your vision gone, your heart started to race. You weren’t sure if you were nervous or more excited now, maybe a combination of both.

Henry helped to guide you gently onto your back and placed you in a way that your arms wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. He tied both your wrists to the headboard, allowing his hands to run down your arms and over your bare stomach in a painfully slow way. You tried not to whimper as they skimmed over your still clothed breasts, almost purposely teasing you.

One hand continued down your stomach and pressed against your clothed core, causing you to arch your hips in a way to press yourself harder against Henry. He chuckled as his fingers began to massage your clothed clit.

“You’re already so wet, baby,” he mused.

Now you were starting to regret agreeing to this. Not because you weren’t enjoying it, but because you knew you were going to regret agreeing to being teased so much when you just wanted to feel Henry inside of you.

You whined as you felt a loss of contact. You heard Henry walk away from the bed and you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to relieve the newly built up pleasure by squeezing your thighs together. Nearly seconds later, you felt a hand roughly pull your legs open again.

“Don’t be naughty, love,” Henry told you. “You have to wait for me in order to get pleasure.”

“You didn’t tell me that,” you said, pouting blindly into the darkness.

You felt his lips against yours, a slight smile on his face. “I suppose you’re right. I should’ve gone through the rules in more detail with you.”

His hand slipped under your panties and pressed against your clit. You let out a moan and rocked your hips slightly against his touch.

“Rule number one, stay still,” he started, pushing your hips back down onto the bed. “Do not move unless I tell you. Rule number two, no pleasuring yourself. That defeats the whole purpose of me teasing you.”

You could barley comprehend what he was saying as his fingers travelled further down. Two of them slipped into your wet opening, causing you to gasp. He pushed them in as far as they could go before pulling them back out immediately.

“Rule number three,” he said, “do as I say. Open up, princess.”

You opened your mouth and felt the two fingers he had just slipped inside of you press against your tongue. You closed your mouth and sucked his fingers clean, earning you a groan in response.

He roughly pulled your panties off and you heard the familiar sound of your vibrator start up. The feeling of vibrations against your already sensitive clit brought a string of profanities from your mouth. You pulled against the ties that bound you, although you were unsure as to what you were going to do if you were able to free yourself.

Despite what the first rule was, your back arched and your hips moved almost as a reflex to the waves of pleasure that were rippling through your body. He wasn’t punishing you for it, though. Although you couldn’t see hi, you could almost feel the enjoyment he was getting from your writhing.

Your body had grown so used to getting a quick pleasure at times of desperation from your vibrator that you could feel an orgasm coming already. You tried your best to hold it down, but you were already so turned on that you knew that wasn’t going to be an option.

“Fuck, Henry, I’m gonna cum already,” you breathed.

“Already, love? That didn’t take long at all.” You felt his lips against your neck, the vibrator still pushing down on your sensitive clit, and his hot breath against your ear as he said, “Cum for me, baby.”

That alone was enough to send you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you let out a cry of pleasure as your entire body shook and trembled. Henry kissed and nipped at your neck, even taking your ear between his teeth in a way that he knew drove you insane.

You thought he would take the vibrator away from your after you had came, and that maybe he’d finally start fucking you, but to your surprise he still pushed the vibrating toy hard against you, causing you to continue your shivering of pleasure. For a moment, it felt so good that you thought you were going to cum again already, until the pleasure was replaced with an overwhelming feeling of overstimulation.

“I already came, Hen,” you said. “Aren’t you going to fuck me now?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I kind of like seeing you trembling like this. Maybe I just tease you for a little longer with this dirty toy of yours.”

You tried to move your hips away from the vibrator, but every move you made Henry would follow. While you liked this idea of him over teasing you before fucking you, your clit was starting to ache from overstimulation and your trembles were starting to cause some pain in your bound arms. You could feel tears welling in your eyes and you weren’t sure if they were good or bad ones.

“Stop,” you breathed, trying to move his hand away from you with your thighs. “Fuck, stop Hen. It’s too much...avocado!”

The word pulled Henry from this dominating role and he immediately removed the vibrator from you. You nearly sobbed with relief as your felt your clit throbbing.

“Fuck,” you heard Henry say as he moved away from the bed for just a moment. You felt the bed dip next to you and his hands working to pull you free from your bindings. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

“It’s okay,” you said, pulling the blindfold off the moment your hands were free. “You didn’t know. But...you’ll definitely have to give me a while before we have sex.”

Henry nodded and retreated to the bathroom inside of your bedroom. You looked down at your poor clit, all swollen and red, and cringed to yourself. You had never been given such pleasure before that resulted in you becoming so overstimulated. You weren’t angry or upset with Henry for it, it’s not like either of you knew how your body would react the way it did so quickly, but you knew he was going to be upset with himself due to this.

He returned from the bathroom and passed you a cold cloth. You placed the cloth against your core, nearly sighing as the cold liquid cooled the area.

Henry climbed onto the bed next to you and pulled you into his arms. He was much gentler with you this time, running his hands up and down your arms and kissing your forehead every so often.

“I’m sorry, love,” he repeated, kissing you once more.

“I told you it’s okay,” you assured him. “You didn’t know, Henry. Please don’t be upset over this.”

He sighed. You moved your head to look up at him. “Where did this idea come from, anyways?”

He shrugged in response. “I really don’t know. It was just something I wanted to do. I wanted to try something new and see how it went. Bad idea, obviously.”

“It was a hot idea,” you corrected him. “Just, next time, we skip the teasing and go right to the sex.”

Henry smiled and chuckled. “Okay, deal.”

You both laid together for some time. The ache between your legs dulled until it was non-existent. You got up to discard of the cloth and sat yourself on Henry’s lap when you got back to the bed.

“Where were we?”

Henry smiled, but shook his head. “I think you should rest yourself before we continue.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “But I feel okay now.”

“I know, but I still feel bad and would rather know for sure you’re not in pain while we have sex.”

You gave him a playful look, but you appreciated that he was respecting your boundaries and what your body needed.

You rolled back onto the bed next to him and cuddled into his side. You spent the next hour or so just talking for a while, before Henry offered to get up and make the two of you something to eat.

It wasn’t where you expected the evening to go, but regardless, you couldn’t be happier with how things had ended.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Day 2: Relationships / Matching

*Introducing the Perfect Pair Collection, featuring asymmetrical designs that match.* The oxymoron was not lost on her.

Time to switch to a completely different art style on day 2– 😣 Today’s prompt features the Pomefiore trio!

A harsh tug on his sleeve drew Jade to a halt. He glanced at Miss Raven, who clung to his side, pointing to a nearby shop window with her free hand. Jade followed her finger to what was on display—small boxes and racks, each displaying a glittering piece of jewelry.

“Oya, I do not believe we have baubles on the grocery list,” he tutted, teasingly wagging a finger. “To think that your interest would be so easily captured by mere shiny objects, Miss Raven... Corvids truly are simple-minded creatures. Perhaps you have more in common with the headmaster than I had initially thought.”

“I’m allowed to appreciate beauty, aren’t I?” Raven retorted, casting Jade a sideways glare. “Besides, you wear jewelry.”

“Ah, this?” He gently tapped at the earring dangling from his left earlobe. Three diamond-shaped scales cast a silvery-blue glow upon his skin. “I wouldn’t call it a piece of jewelry so much as a battle trophy.”

At this, Raven wrenched her face away from the glass display to stare at him. “Please don’t tell me you did something unsavory to get your hands on it.”

“You have such strange ideas, Miss Raven.” Jade chuckled as he slicked back his black stripe of hair behind his accessory-clad ear. “Fufu. There is nothing unsavory about victors claiming a prize for their triumph, correct? That is only the natural order of things.”

… I feel sorry for whoever the twins beat up.

She shook her head and returned her gaze to the display window--to the selection of earrings that were laid out upon velvet cloth. Introducing the Perfect Pair Collection, read a sign, featuring asymmetrical designs that match. (The oxymoron was not lost on her.)

Surrounding the sign were various pairs, as promised: a sun and a moon, a jar of jelly and another of peanut butter, a hand and a heart… but Raven felt herself drawn to earrings in the shape of a lock and a key. How peculiar that the head of the key curved into a heart and that its teeth were ribbed with pearls, and how slim yet stylish the lock was.

“My, are you interested in that pair? What an interesting choice.”

“N-No! I’m just admiring them,” Raven insisted. “You don’t normally see designs like this… I wonder how the jeweler was able to make objects so clunky and heavy into something wearable.”

“That is a fair point. The craftsmanship is indeed exquisite.” Jade’s sharp eyes carefully traced the shape of Raven’s ears--pointed, like the headmaster’s. “How unfortunate it is that you lack the piercings to wear them.”

Raven’s hands instinctively flew to her earlobes, as though trying to shield them from him. “I told you, I’m not interested in buying--” 

“Why, whoever said anything about you purchasing the earrings? I was keen to pick up a new pair for myself.” Jade provided a smile and a bow. “Now then, if you would excuse me for one moment…”

Before Raven could protest, he had already vanished inside the jewelry store, leaving her stranded on the street with a list of groceries to procure.

“... Fantastic.”

The bird sighed into her palms. From past experience, she knew that it would not be a wise idea to pursue Jade and attempt to drag him away. For as skilled as Raven was at weaving words, she often found that Jade’s natural charisma, paired with his silver tongue, often gave him the advantage in disagreements.

Best to just leave it for now.

Still, she warily eyed him through the store window as he conversed with a clerk. A few vague hand gestures, a practiced smile, a polite and controlled laugh. All motions Raven had familiarized herself with.

Entranced with her eel watching, Raven didn’t register the trio approaching her until one of the group called out to her.

“Mon petit oiseau! What a coincidence it is to be running into you today.”

“Oh!” She startled at the huntsman’s voice. “Rook…!! And… Vil-senpai and Epel-san. Hello…!”

Acutely aware of Vil’s sternness, Raven quickly lowered her head in deference. This earned a slight curl of the lips from him.

He was dressed as fashionably as ever--a white, frilly top with a V-neck, paired with sunglasses propped in his hair, sleek leggings, and glove boots. Several necklaces adorned Vil’s long, milky neck, and his face was expertly painted with a sheer wash of shimmering, nude makeup.

“Good day to you, Shetland potato,” Vil replied coolly. He passed a glance to Epel, who stood behind him, struggling to carry several rolls of fabric.

“G-Good day,” Epel managed, tugging at his collar. It appeared as though Vil had dressed him, too--for he was dressed in a lacey lilac blouse, and tied off with a black bow. Instead of leggings, Epel wore puffy shorts and striped socks.

“Such a treat it is to see you out of the attic and venturing out into the world!” Rook laughed, brushing back a wisp of his golden hair. He was without his trademark feathered hat, and had traded his dormitory robes for a button-down shirt--the sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone, army green khakis, and boating shoes.

Compared to the Pomefiore trio, Raven looked like a spaghetti stain on a square of white fabric. She nervously dusted off her skirt, hoping that Vil wouldn’t harp on how she was wearing the same outfit yet again.

“What brings you to town?” Rook inquired, dropping the bags he had been carrying and excitedly grasping Raven’s hands instead.

“Just… groceries. Uncle is away for a conference, so I am to fend for myself in his absence,” she mumbled, gingerly prying her hands away. “Well… sort of. Jade has been mother henning me for the past few days.”

“Monsieur Mastermind? Ohoh. What a dynamic duo! Two halves of the same coin, trading bitter blows with their words… forever locked in verbal combat!”

“I… I guess?”

“I trust that he is looking after you well?” Rook’s smile widened. “If not... perhaps we should kidnap you away and stow you in Pomefiore until the headmaster’s return!”

“Absolutely not,” Vil snapped. “We have our hands far too full with play preparations to be hosting the Shetland potato--or anyone else, for that matter.”

… H-He didn’t object to Rook kidnapping people. Is that a normal thing for Rook to do? Should I be concerned? She shoved her question down to change the subject to something more comfortable. “Erm… Is that what the supplies are for?”

“Oui! Roi du Poison’s club is staging a performance in the winter. These materials are to make costumes.” The huntsman’s eyes suddenly lit up with a mischievous sparkle. “Fufu. Mon roi has thrown his heart and soul into direction. It is a treat to behold!”

“Congratulations, senpai.”

“Don’t congratulate me yet,” Vil commanded, holding up a hand. “We are still in the throes of auditions. Wait until you have witnessed the show for yourself before you cheer for it.”

“Oh, well… I hope you find suitable actors, then.”

Vil’s eyes suddenly narrowed. “Hm. Now that you mention it… Shetland potato!”

Raven jumped when he barked at her. “Y-Yes?! Look, I know I’ve been wearing the same outfit every time you see me, it’s just that Uncle fills my closet with nothing but duplicate clothes…!!”

“I think you would be fitting for one of the roles in my play,” Vil declared. “Report to Pomefiore at 8 am sharp tomorrow if you are interested in auditioning.”

“Huh?! Me, in one of your… I don’t think I’m…”

“Are you doubting my eyes?” His glare sharpened, turning into a pointed dagger.

“N-No, sir…”

“Good. Then I hope to see you then.” Vil spun around on his heel and waved a hand. “Rook! Epel! We’re going. Don’t dawdle, now.”

“Yes, Vil-senpai. I-I’m coming!”

Epel dashed after his Dorm Leader, Rook following suit--but not before he gave Raven one last glance over his shoulder, accompanied by a wave. Au revoir, he mouthed, the twinkle never parting from his emerald eyes.

She waved back absentmindedly, brought back from her daze only by the ringing of the jewelry store door swinging open again.

Jade emerged from within, bearing a small baby blue box with a white silk bow. “I have returned, Miss Raven. Fufu. I trust that you were not too lonely without me?”

She hastily hid her hands behind her back. “Of course not. You were only gone for a few minutes…!”

“So I was.” Jade’s eyes darted to the Pomefiore trio, whose figures were vanishing over the horizon. “Had I been absent a few moments longer, perhaps I would have had to wrangle you from the hands of an nosy huntsman.”

“As though forcing your way in and kidnapping me back would be any better!”

Jade stifled a laugh.

“In any case, I have procured the earrings I had my heart set on.” With deft fingers, he slid off the top, revealing a glittering lock and key tucked away inside. Jade plucked up the key by the head. “Miss Raven, do lend me your ear.”

“Those are yours…!”

“Correct--and therefore, I may do with these as I please.” He smiled pleasantly. “And I choose to lend you one to wear.”

“It’s not that simple! Have you forgotten already? I can’t wear it--don’t have piercings,” she protested. “You’re not going to jab it through my earlobes, are you?!”

“I will do no such thing.” Jade’s voice remained tranquil as he seized the raven by her chin and jerked her head to one side, yielding a clear opening for him to plant the earring. She squawked in surprise, flailing against him--but his grip was too strong, and she, too weak.

He sighed, continuing to speak as though he were describing the nice weather. “I assure you, this will not hurt one bit, fufufu. Now be a dear and hold still.”

It happened in an instant, despite the bird’s struggles. A slight pinch upon her earlobe, the kiss of the cool metal key on her skin, and it was over.

Jade straightened with a satisfied smirk, and patted Raven on the cheek. “There we are.”

“Eh? What? How did…” She cautiously poked at the earring. “There wasn’t a needle…?”

“I requested that the jeweler convert the key earring into a clip-on.”

“Wha…?! You… You tricked me again?!” Her face flared with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. “But why even bother with such a thing?”

“I wished to see how it would look on you. As I suspected, it is lovely on you.”

Raven gritted her teeth, praying that it would somehow help hide her flusteredness. “... And what do you plan to do with the lock earring? You didn’t also have that one converted, did you?”

“Certainly not.” Jade toyed with the lock in question, rolling it between his index finger and thumb. “I was thinking to wear it myself in lieu of my usual sturgeon scale earring, so that we may match.”

“Match?” Raven scoffed through her blush. “I didn’t know you cared so much about your accessories while grocery shopping.”

“I do not,” he confessed with a coy grin. “However, I would be remiss to pass up an opportunity to show to the world what a perfect pair we make.”

“You what--” Raven was interrupted by Jade grasping one of her hands and placing the lock earring into it.

“If you would do the honors,” he murmured, tilting his head to one side--and once more, slicking his black hair back. His tone was low and inviting, yet somehow she could hear him well and clear over the townspeople that bustled around them.

The scales suspended on his earring swung back and forth in a slow motion. Click, clack, against one another, in an almost hypnotic fashion.

His single, golden eye stared right at her. Waiting, pleading.

Raven swallowed hard. With trembling hands, she unfastened the sturgeon scale earring from his earlobe and secured the lock earring in its place. As soon as the deed was done, she rushed to wipe her hands off on her skirt.

Eel cooties, eel cooties, eel cooties…!!

“Thank you for your assistance, Miss Raven.”

“You’re… you’re welcome.” She pursed her lips, avoiding his eyes--but her traitorous gaze soon found itself lingering on the lock. “That suits you, in a way--like a lock, you guard many secrets, and it’s impossible to get you to open up.”

“Fufu. I am flattered to hear such kind words. If I may return the compliment, that key earring fits you like a glove.”

“Right. Because Uncle is adorned in keys, it would make sense for the motif to carry over to his relatives.”

“No, no, you misunderstand.” Jade held a finger to his lips, a twinkle of conspiracy in his golden eyes. “Come closer… and I shall impart one of my closely guarded secrets to you.”

“This isn’t another one of your tricks, is it?” she asked, her eyes forming suspicious slivers--but despite her curt words, the bird’s body instinctively leaned into his. She cursed her curiosity.

Jade chuckled and bent down, allowing his lips to hover by her ear. Time seemed to slow, but her heartbeat quickened. Face, hot--extremities, cold. Opposites, yet matching. One, unable to exist without the other.

And, at last, his answer came.

“It suits you well--for you hold the key to my heart, Miss Raven.”

[alwaysfeelingsaintlike]

Just One Night [G.W]

description: George is out for his stag party and you’re out for your hen night, but the two of you just can’t seem to stay away from each other.

pairing: George Weasley x Reader

word count: 5.8k 

warnings: very light smut, oral sex, alcohol

taglist: @p0gues4l @amourtentiaa  (let me know if you want to be added!)

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“George, it’s just one night. We’ll be fine,” you said as you finished packing your bags.

“Y/N, we haven’t spent a night apart since you finished at Hogwarts,” he pouted, as he lounged across the bed, watching your every movement.

“I repeat, it is one night. I think we’ll survive.” You didn’t want to admit to George that you’d miss him this one night, even though it was the truth. If you gave him an inch of indecision, he would convince you not to go at all, and this was not a night you wanted to miss. After all, it was your hen night. 

He sulked some more and you added, “George you will have a wonderful time out with the boys tonight and you’ll forget all about me.”

“Impossible,” he smiled. You shook your head as you zipped up your suitcase. George had moved from the bed and was now standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Don’t leave me darling,” he whispered in your ear. You took a deep breath, finding it difficult to resist him. He started kissing your neck and you breathed in, “George…”

Before you realized what happened, George had you pinned down to the bed and his lips were locked on yours. Both your arms were wrapped around his neck as his hands caressed your torso. Before things got too heated, you pulled away.

“George I really need to go,” you whispered.

He smiled and gazed into your eyes, “You can be a little late.” You couldn’t help but smile and his lips found yours again as he began peeling off your clothing. Moments later you were both exposed and you were straddled on top of George. After some mutual foreplay, you were both ready for things to get more intimate. You positioned yourself on his shaft and started slowly rocking back and forth, planting gentle kisses on his chest and neck. You increased your pulses as your breathing quickened and several small moans escaped from your lips. George smiled, getting off on your pleasure and he placed his hands on your hips, quickening your rhythms. 

George suddenly changed the pace, pushing you backwards so that he was on top of you. Your head was just barely off the edge of the bed, giving you the feeling of lightheadedness. George sucked on your neck as he thrust deeper inside of you. You felt your fingertips starting to tingle, knowing you were nearing a climax. 

“Oh George,” you breathed, running your fingernails across his bare back. He continued at his pace as your back arched and you started to orgasm. You felt George cum inside of you as his full body weight crashed on top of you. You laid there motionless for a moment, both of you catching your breath and recovering from your intimate moment. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead.

“I love you, Georgie.”

“You know you aren’t supposed to say that after sex, dear.”

“I know, but it’s true and I don’t want you to forget it.” He lifted his head from your chest and kissed you lightly on the lips. You let out a big sigh and said the words you knew he was dreading, “I do really need to go now.”

“I know, I know. I won’t fight you this time. Have a lovely night with the girls and don’t forget about me.”

“Now you know I could never do that. Enjoy your night out as well. I want to hear all the stories tomorrow morning.”

“Yes of course, love. Now get going before Hermione apparates over here to retrieve you.”

You magically summoned your clothes and ran a finger through your hair to gussy up. “I love you,” you smiled as you apparated.

“Love you more!” You heard him shout as you were transported to London. 

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“Y/N! There you are! We thought you’d changed your mind.” Hermione said, as she embraced you in a warm hug.

“Oh no, nothing like that. Just got caught up packing,” you lied as a slight blush crept up your cheeks. You hugged Ginny and Angelina, and to your surprise, Fleur. You had invited her out of courtesy, assuming she wouldn’t be interested, yet here she was. Hermione had booked you all a suite in a luxury hotel in the center of London. Her parents had some connection at the hotel and managed to get the room for you free of charge. You told the girls you wanted to do something different for your hen party and Hermione suggested you go out in London and explore some of the muggle bars, where you wouldn’t run into any familiar faces. You were a little enamored with the idea, as it seemed like you knew everyone in the local wizarding community. Venturing into London also gave George more freedom to bar hop along the usual spots. You imagined he would spend some time with Madame Rosmerta in the Three Broomsticks before returning to some of the bars in Diagon Alley. You and George both loved having a good time with friends, but it wasn’t often that you went out without one another. You were excited to have your girls’ night, but you knew you would miss George’s presence.

“Come on now, get changed. We’ve got dinner reservations!” Ginny urged. You found an empty room in the suite and magically unpacked the bag you had brought, evaluating your options. You had brought a selection of white dresses, all of different cuts and styles. After magically curling your hair, you selected a long sleeved white v-neck dress with a twirly, skater skirt. The top was made from lace that was sheer and snug around your arms. The flirty skirt was the perfect combination of classy, yet fun. You put on long gold chain earrings and a pair of gold heels. You stepped out of the room and found your friends all dressed in beautiful black dresses. 

“Shall we save the sash and the willies for the bar then?” Hermione said, holding up a bachelorette sash and some decorative penises. You burst out laughing and nodded, wanting to save the attention for the bar scene. With that you grabbed your things and headed out for dinner.

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“I wonder what Y/N’s doing right now…” George said, falling distracted yet again.

“I’d say at this point she’s probably getting a lap dance from a male stripper dressed as a bobby,” Ron stated. Harry and Lee let out chuckles.

George snapped out of his daze and responded, “Is that where they’ve gone?”

“No, you wanker. I’m only joking,” Ron replied. 

“You need another beer,” Lee added, flagging down Madame Rosmerta. “Mate, this is one of your last nights as a single man. Stop harping over Y/N.”

“I know, you’re right. I just don’t like being apart from her.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re getting married,” Bill said, bringing a pitcher of beer for the group.

“Is this how you were with Fleur?”

“Sure. I never liked being away from her, especially when times were darker. I was so afraid that if we were separated I’d never see her again. Now I don’t have to worry so much about that, which makes it easier to be away. “

“George, if there’s one thing I know about you and Y/N, it’s that you can make it through anything. I don’t have a doubt in my mind that you two are meant to be together. Now, can you stop pouting over her and get drunk with us?” Ron commented. George couldn’t help that Y/N was his focus point of the night and he didn’t want to be a downer when his mates were all there to have a good time with him. He decided to try and shift his focus on the night ahead. He wanted to have stories to tell Y/N, knowing she would be enjoying herself tonight and would be eager to share her memories with him.

George responded to Ron’s comment by raising his glass and downing the fresh beer. All the guys cheered him on and started to get a little rowdy, preparing to finally get the night started.  

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“Okay, give me a little bit of a break before the next shot,” you stated, letting the lemon drop shot settle just a bit. Dinner had ended and you had reached your first bar. It was very modern, with dim lighting and lots of sleek furniture. After some convincing, you had finally agreed to wear the bright pink sash. The girls convinced you that wearing it might get you a few rounds of drinks on the house, and so far they were correct. When the bartenders weren’t giving you free drinks, bar patrons were eager to treat you to a round after testing out their best pick up lines on the group. You didn’t hate the attention, but you would’ve preferred to be flirting with your husband to be.

You made rounds around the bar, moving between the bar itself and a comfortable table in the corner. Ginny soon convinced the four of you to head out on to the dance floor to let loose a little. You were feeling more than a buzz from the numerous rounds of shots and drinks and thus, you were easily convinced to go dance. Fleur and Angelina seemed to be willing to follow the group, but Hermione was the challenge, acting as your babysitter tonight.

“You all go dance and I’ll sit here and save the table for us,” she offered.

“Hermione….come on. Come have fun with us!” you contested

“Honestly, you all go out. I’ll come join you in a bit.” 

You were close to arguing further with her, however Ginny dragged you out on the club floor. Once again, you received looks from all the surrounding gentlemen. You couldn’t blame them, you were a group of good looking ladies. Thankfully, none of the admirers approached you, seeing as most of you were taken. It was then that it occurred to you to check on Hermione. You told the other girls you were grabbing a drink of water and would be back momentarily. Hermione seemed distracted but her face lit up when she saw you approach.

“Hi, are you having a great time?” she asked.

“I am, thank you for putting this all together for me. But I do wish you’d come have fun with us.”

She looked down before responding, “I’ll come join you in a bit.”

You furrowed your brow, “Hermione, is everything all right?”

She looked conflicted, which was unsettling. “It’s fine,” she said unconvincingly. “This is your night, I don’t want to make it about me.”

“So what if it’s my night, you’re upset about something. You’ve put so much work into this for me and I want to make sure you have a good time as well. So get on with it, what’s the matter?”

“I’m not sure it’s necessarily a bad thing, I’m just feeling a little nervous and unsure about things.”

“Is this about Ron?”

“Em, yeah a bit. I mean, things with him are great, better than I expected actually. It’s just…” she hesitated. You put your hand over hers to comfort her. She leaned toward you and whispered into your ear, “I think I might be…pregnant.”

“Hermione,” You responded with a surprised smile on your face. You instinctively wrapped your arms around her in a tight hug. “Is this a good thing?”

She giggled a little, “Yeah, I think so. You’re the first person I’ve told and now thinking about it’s made me very excited.”

“Ron doesn’t know yet?” you asked.

“I haven’t figured out the best way to tell him yet. You know how emotional he gets. I think maybe after the wedding. I don’t want to take away your spotlight.”

“Well I’m extremely excited for you. I promise I won’t tell a soul until you choose to announce it, not even George. And please let me know if you need anything at all.”

“I will, and I’m sorry that this is all coming up tonight. I didn’t mean for it to come out this way.”

“Don’t even worry about it. I just want to make sure you’re having a lovely time as well. Now come join us on the dance floor,” you took her hand and dragged her out to join the remainder of your group. The girls cheered as they saw you returning and you saw Ginny run off to fetch a round of shots.

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“Oy, can we get out of here already? Madame Rosmerta’s staring me down…” Ron stated. He had just knocked over a few pints with his drunken storytelling and it was evident Madame Rosmerta was finished with the group’s antics.

“To Diagon Alley?” George suggested. The boys all agreed and they closed out the tab although their tab at the Three Broomsticks was never really settled. They owed Madame Rosmerta so much over the years. They all huddled together outside and apparated to the familiar street George called home. The boys found themselves in front of the shop. The lights inside were out and George could barely see the products lining the wall. He left the light on outside not only to assist him in getting home tonight, but just in case your plans changed and you ended up coming home.

Diagon Alley was bustling, like it had been previously. Except now it was home to more bars than shops. During the dark time, many of the shops closed down. How the joke shop managed to survive was a surprise to everyone. People seemed to need a place to escape and forget about the state of the magical community. They found solace in the joke shop, as well as the bar. Several pubs began popping up along the strip and once those that threatened the magical world were defeated, the pubs stuck around. You and George had made yourselves familiar with many of the bartenders in town, coming out for the occasional nightcap and sharing stories and laughs. It had been a while since George had been out with a rowdy group though. The boys fit right in with the weekend crowd, all witches and wizards letting loose and enjoying each other’s company. George offered to pick up the next round of drinks, despite several protests from his brothers and friends, while the guys found a table big enough to fit the group.

“Well, well, well…look who it is. How are ya, George? What can I get for you tonight?” Salvador asked. He was one of the bartenders you and George were very familiar with at this particular bar. He told you both stories about his experience growing up in the magical realm of Spain. 

“Just a pitcher of beer and a handful of glasses,” George ordered. Salvador quickly prepared the pitcher and the stack of glasses.

“What brings you out tonight? You don’t normally make an appearance on a bustling Saturday night.”

“It’s actually my stag night. The boys have dragged me out to get drunk and ogle random women.”

“You don’t say. So no Y/N tonight?”

“Sadly no. Missing her like crazy though.”

“I can imagine. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two apart.”

“It happens very seldom. But I’ll survive without her for a few more hours.”

“When’s the wedding?”

“A few weeks from now. It almost seems silly because we basically are married as it is. But we wanted things to be official.”

“Well congratulations my friend! This round is on the house. Enjoy your night.”

“Thanks Sal,” George brought the beer back to the table and felt himself finally starting to get a little bit buzzed. Typically he held his alcohol pretty well, but it wasn’t often that he engaged in binge drinking. This was the first time he felt himself getting drunk in a long time.

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After what seemed like hours of dancing and kind strangers buying rounds of drinks, you all settled down at the bar, trying to regain your balance somewhat. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been this drunk. You and George were casual drinkers. You had a drink a night, but you never got overly drunk, unless it was a special occasion. And while it was flattering to have all this male attention, you were seriously missing your partner in crime. 

Fleur was sitting next to you at the bar and while you were waiting on your next round of drinks, she put her arm on your shoulder and leaned close to you. “Come to the bathroom with me?” she asked.

You nodded and embarked, as the others flirted with the latest round of onlookers. Fleur grabbed your hand and you scurried off. This was unique for you. You and Fleur had always been civil but you wouldn’t say you were ever close. You accepted each other because you realized you would one day be related. The only things you really had in common was your involvement with the Weasleys.

Once in the bathroom, you were alone and you saw Fleur reach for her purse to touch up her makeup.

“Y/N, thank you so much for inviting me. I’m having such a wonderful time and I’m just happy to be a part of this.”

Her sentiment was sweet and your drunken state got the best of you. You gave her a hug and said “Of course Fleur. I’m happy to have you here. Thank you for coming.”

“You and George are completely perfect together. I honestly can’t wait to officially welcome you to the family.” 

‘Thank you Fleur. I can’t wait either. Honestly being apart from him tonight has been tough.”

“I understand. I miss Bill too.”

“I wonder what the boys are up to tonight.”

“Oh, they’re in Diagon Alley. At The Den or something like that.”

The Dragon’s Den. It was one of the local bars you and George frequented. You smiled, knowing he was likely having a wonderful time with the boys.

“Y/N, come with me.” She took your hand yet again and a moment later you were apparating. Before you realized what had happened, you were in The Den.  Crowds of people were lined around the bar as you stood in the vacant hallway.

“Fleur! We shouldn’t be here!” you whispered through a giggle.

“Nonsense, we’ll only be a moment. Now stay here, out of sight.” She sauntered into the room and you saw her sneak up behind Bill at a high top table. The other guys seemed to be invested in something else and didn’t notice her. She kissed him several times and then whispered in his ear. The two turned toward your direction, with brilliant smiles. Fleur snuck away from Bill as he rejoined the group of guys. You saw him pat George on the shoulder and pull him away from the crowd. Moments later you saw George head your way with a puzzled look on his face. You hid in the hallway so you wouldn’t be spotted and soon enough you felt his presence nearby.  

He turned the corner and didn’t notice you right away. He looked like a confused and lost puppy, looking without a purpose.

“Psst…” you finally said to capture his attention. He turned around and his face lit up when he saw you.

“Darling!” he smiled as he picked you up. He planted several kisses on your lips and said, “What are you doing here? You’re breaking the rules! You should be getting drunk with your friends.”

“I’m full of surprises,” was all you offered.

“I’m so happy to see you. I hope you’re having a great time tonight.”

“I am but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you.”

“I missed you too,” he said, kissing you again. “How did you pull this off anyway?” he said, still holding you in his arms.

“It was all Fleur actually. I didn’t even know where she was taking me. Suddenly we apparated and ended up here.”

“Well I’m very glad she snuck you here.”

“Me too,” you smiled up at him. He kissed you some more and it was then you realized he was more than a little drunk. He always got very touchy when he was drinking, which you didn’t mind one bit. He kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear between kisses and you couldn’t stop giggling. You were desperately wishing you could end your night now and head home with George, but you knew soon it would be time to head back to the bar with the girls. 

He suddenly pulled away and smiled down at you, “I can’t believe you came here.”

“I didn’t mean to crash your party, but I just missed you so much.”

“I love that you crashed my party,” he said, before kissing you again. You continued kissing for what seemed like mere seconds before you were broken up by Fleur and Bill.

“Alright mate, you’ve had your fun. Y/N better get back to London before anyone notices she’s missing.”

You both pouted as you said quick goodbyes and before you knew it, you were back in the bathroom where you came from. 

“Fleur, did you have that whole thing planned?” you asked with a smile.

“Oui,” she smiled and flipped her blonde hair behind her shoulder, “Bill and I both knew you’d want to see each other at some point in the night.”

“That was very thoughtful. Thank you,” you smiled and hugged her. She had surprised you tonight. She was invited as a formality, but she had proved that she knew something about you and what would make you happy. 

You quietly returned to your friends, who had barely noticed you were gone. Hermione was perceptive though, and her lack of alcohol didn’t seem to help your case. 

“You were gone a while…” she said with a smirk.

“Oh, long line in the bathroom,” you lied with a smile. She nodded, not believing your bullshit, but she didn’t press you any further. You could see her losing steam quickly and you felt the night begin to wind down. You had another drink or two before you collectively embarked back to the hotel. Hermione helped you navigate the unfamiliar streets as you all giggled together and stumbled in your heels. Upon arriving at the hotel you ordered room service and ate your weight in pizza and chips. Hermione, being ever responsible, forced you all to drink water to minimize your hangovers the next morning. You all knew she was preparing a hangover cure for the morning, so you didn’t take her suggestions very seriously. One by one the girls trickled off to bed until it was just you and Ginny. While you had stopped drinking a little while ago, Ginny popped a bottle of champagne for the two of you, even though you hardly needed it. 

“Y/N, I can’t wait for you to be my sister.”

“Ginny…” you replied, bringing her in close for a hug.

“My whole life I’ve wanted a sister, and now I have three. Although I never felt too close to Fleur, she's growing on me. And Angelina is such a dear, but tough as nails. She’s lived through the circle of life and she doesn’t complain at all. And then there’s you. You’re so happy go lucky and you bring joy to everyone around you. You’re just so calm and level headed all the time. You handle every situation with such grace. When we were growing up, you were my role model. You were so confident and sure of yourself and that was something I struggled with. I always thought of you as an older sister, even when we weren’t super close. And now I feel like I can finally call you my sister.”

“Ginny, you’ve always been a sister to me. And you know I’ll always be here if you need anything.”

“Thanks for being so great. And thanks for everything you’ve done for George. I don’t know if you realize how happy you make him. He never would’ve gotten through everything without you.”

“That really does mean a lot Gin. I can’t imagine my life without him. He’s made me happier than I could ever imagine.”

The conversation dwindled and you both sauntered off to bed. You changed into one of George’s T-shirts that you had brought with you and crawled into bed. You thought bringing this small piece of George would help you through the night, but it only made things worse. You kept smelling his scent on you and all you wanted was to be wrapped in his arms. You tossed and turned in an attempt to get comfortable but nothing was working. You even turned on the television to try and shift your focus to whatever late night show was on, but it didn’t help. After what seemed like hours you gave up trying to fall asleep. You moved to the common area of the suite in search of something to snack on.

To your surprise, Ang was seated at the table with a pack of biscuits open in front of her and a book in her hand.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked you.

“I can’t remember the last time I slept alone. I thought I might enjoy the extra space but…” you trailed off, unable to vocalize your thoughts. “What about you?”

“I’m okay, I just miss little Freddie. I know Molly’s taking good care of him, but it’s still hard to be away.”

“I hear that…the funny thing is, I was the one who brought this up. George didn’t want to spend the night apart but I insisted because it was tradition. And now I’m regretting it because I miss him laying next to me at night.”

“You should go to him,” she said, passing you a biscuit.

“What?”

“Go home and surprise him. Everyone else is asleep, they won’t mind if you sneak home.”

“It would be kind of fun to surprise him…are you sure?”

“Sure, do what makes you happy. But before you go, let me give you your bachelorette gift.”

“Ang you didn’t have to get me a gift.”

“Oh but of course I did. And now you can get some use out of it tonight.” She brought out a pink box tied with a black bow. You quickly pulled the bow loose and opened the box. Inside was a lacy black bra and matching thong. “I hope you like it. I know you like simplicity so I didn’t want to get you anything that was too much.”

“It’s perfect,” you smiled. You felt the booze come back to you again as you started to feel giddy on the inside. This was unpredictable which was something you weren’t great at. You tried on the lingerie and showed it off to Angelina. She gave you the compliments needed to increase your confidence. You threw on the long trench coat you had brought in case of rain and slipped on the gold heels you had been wearing earlier in the night.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you smiled to yourself in the mirror, as you touched up your hair and makeup. The action wasn’t completely wild, but it was out of character for you. You just kept thinking about how George would react and the thought of being with him brought a smile to your face.

“Go have some fun,” Ang said as she gave you a hug.

‘Thanks for helping me do this.”

“What are sisters for,” she grinned. After one more glance you apparated to Diagon Alley. 

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You landed outside the shop and unlocked the door, careful to disarm the alarms before they sounded. Once inside, you locked the shop door and walked up the steps to the apartment. You stood at the front door, wondering how to best play this situation out. Even though you had a key to the apartment, you found yourself knocking on the door. George was a light sleeper so even if he was in bed, the knocking would wake him up.

You heard footsteps across the hardwood floor and tried to maintain your composure. The door swung open and you saw George’s tired face try to comprehend what was happening. 

“Special delivery,” you said with a coy smile. His tired eyes widened as a grin spread over his face.

“How did I get so lucky,” he smiled at you. A moment later his lips were on yours, kissing you tenderly. You stayed in the doorframe for a moment before he pulled you inside.  You managed to pull away for a moment and you pushed him back into the kitchen table.

“Sit,” you instructed. He quickly turned a kitchen chair to face you and sat down. You sauntered across the room and took a deep breath. With your back turned to him you used your wand to turn on the radio in the kitchen, which began to play some slow R&B. You turned around to face George and slowly started to take off the trench coat, first untying the belt then slowly undoing every button, taking a step forward with each button undone. Once the coat was completely unbuttoned, you dropped your shoulders and let it slip to the floor.

You weren’t sure what was coming over you; perhaps it was the last few glasses of champagne you shared with Ginny. You were never one to be overly dominant and in control. But you knew George was enjoying himself. His eyes were locked on you and he was taking in deep breaths. His face gave you the confidence you needed to continue.

You continued toward George and found yourself circling around his chair. You placed your hands delicately on his shoulders and slid your hands down his chest. You planted sweet kisses up his neck, gently sucking on his soft skin. When you reached his ear you tugged on his lobe with your teeth, slowly pulling until his skin slipped through your chiclets.  

“Oh Merlin…Y/N…” he whispered.

“Shhh….” you said, placing your finger over his lips. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before quickly changing positions. You slung your leg across him so that you were straddled across his lap. 

You ran your fingers through his ginger hair before tracing his jawline with your knuckles. His hand was gently resting on your waist, but you casually slid it down past your hips, giving him access to your ass. Once again, you moved your lips to his neck and started slowly gyrating your hips on his lap. He tightened his grip on your backside and you moved from his neck to his lips. He quickly accepted your tongue into his mouth and you could taste his hunger, but you wanted to make sure you prolonged this experience for him. You slowly pulled away as he looked longingly at you. You failed to hide the sly smile that was slowly spreading across your face. You quickly unhooked your bra and gracefully flung it to the side. George let out a deep breath and you took that as a sign to continue. You pulled his shirt over his head and planted kisses down his neck and chest. You carefully slid down off his lap and knelt on the ground as you fished out his member from his sweatpants. You began massaging his shaft with your hand before taking him into your mouth. You heard him exhale, clearly enjoying himself as you continued to pleasure him. George was typically a giver in bed, so he wasn’t used to having all the attention on him. You only hoped he was enjoying himself and that you made him feel special. After a series of moans, George ran his fingers through your hair and pulled you up towards him. He placed you back on his lap and cupped your face in his hand.

“What are you doing to me, Y/N?” he said with a smile on his face.

“I just want to give you a stag night that you’ll never forget.”

“Well you are certainly succeeding,” he said, planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

“And now we are going to move to the bedroom where we will make love for the rest of the night.” You kissed him on the lips and stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. Before you could lead him toward the bedroom, he picked you up so that you were facing him with your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs wrapped around his torso. He quickly found your lips and carried you toward the bedroom with a sense of urgency.

                                                             X 

“That was…wild,” George said, catching his breath. Your head was resting on his chest and you were struggling to breathe regularly.

“That’s a good way to put it,” you muttered. He chuckled lightly before tightening his embrace around your bare shoulder. 

“I can’t wait to marry you,” he said, kissing your forehead.

“Just three short weeks until I can call you my husband.”

“That is entirely too long.”

“Would it be crazy if we got married tomorrow?” You were kind of spewing off without thinking, but after you spoke you started considering this more and more.

He let out a big sigh, “Y/N, we’ve had this conversation before. I know you don’t want a small wedding.”

“Okay, but hear me out. We can still have the party and the wedding we planned out with everyone. But we’ll just already be married. It’ll be like our little secret.”

“You seriously want to do this?” he asked.

“I don’t want to wait anymore. And then this way it takes some of the pressure off of the big day. Who cares if things don’t go perfectly. We’ll already be married.”

“I’m having a hard time coming up with a counter argument.”

“Do you want to marry me tomorrow?” you asked. You sensed some hesitation from him and you wanted to ensure this was something he wanted.

“Y/N, I’ve wanted to marry you since the day we met. I don’t care what kind of wedding we have, as long as you’re happy. Is this something you really want?”

“Yes. I want to marry you tomorrow and I want it to be our little secret. This is for us, not for everyone else.”

“If that’s what you want then that’s what we’ll do. Although, I will check in with you tomorrow morning to make sure you haven’t changed your mind.”

“I can tell you right now, I’m not changing my mind.” George shifted underneath you and then moments later he was on top of you, squeezing you tight. You wrapped your arms around him and planted sweet kisses on his neck.

He popped his head up and looked in your eyes, “I really love you.”

You pecked him on the lips, “I really love you too.” 

[rainydaymiddleearthimagines]

Destiny Calling: Chapter Seven

You all seemed lost, feeling this sense of overwhelming hopelessness. You were now leading the group, walking through the woods of Lothlorien. You after all, were the only one that actually knew the way. "Stay close young hobbits! They say there’s a great sorceress lives in these woods, an elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her, fall under her spell..." Gimli said, unaware that you actually shared blood to said "Elf-witch". "... and are never seen again." Gimli finished. Aragorn looked over, noticing blood seep through your clothes. "Y/n, did you suffer another wound outside of the scratch on your head?" He asked. "If you're referring to my shoulder Aragorn, I am fine." You said softly.

You stopped, the trees speaking of another presence outside of your group. "Well, here is one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox!" Gimli announced before meeting a guard face to face. Lorien guards aimed before a familiar face stopped them. "Princess Y/n." He noticed, all guards reattracting their weapons at the sight of you. "You found us." you said, seeming very calm. "The dwarf breathes so loud we could've shot him in the dark." Haldir said making you chuckle. "Haldir o Lórien. Henion aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe ammen veriad lîn. (Haldir of Lorien, we come here for help. We need your protection.)" Aragorn said. "Aragorn, these woods are perilous! We should go back." Gimli huffed. "You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back. Come, she is waiting." Haldir said. You all followed Haldir. "you seem very confident about your choice in leading us to this woman." Gimli muttered. You said nothing, walking ahead of him.

You climbed the stairs before standing before Galadriel and Celeborn. You bowed, Galadriel lifting your face. "You have matured since we last spoke." She said, smiling softly. "It is nice to see you again." You admitted. She nodded before looking at the group. Aragorn gave his proper greeting, making it clear to everyone that he too, had met her before. "Nine that are here yet ten there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him." She said. She looked in his eyes and paused. "He has fallen into shadow." She realized. "The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail to the ruin of all." She said. She looked over at Boromir who couldn't meet her gaze. "Yet hope remains while the company is true." She said. She looked at Sam and smiled. "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace." She said. You nearly walked off but Aragorn halted you. "Might we receive medical assistance? Y/n was struck in battle." Aragorn asked. "I have herbs in my-" "Come." Galadriel said. You sighed and walked off with her.

You looked over at Galadriel. "How are you taking it? Gandalf's demise?" She asked. "I think I'm in denial. It is almost as if my body just isn't reacting." You muttered. She nodded as you entered a small hut. "How did it happen?" She asked, wringing water out of a small cloth. "There was a monster, one of flames. We had to pass through Moria-" "We both know how dangerous that was Y/n." She scolded. "We didn't have a choice. Saruman betrayed us, if we had made for the Gap of Rohan, we'd be killed or worse." You muttered. She nodded. "Gandalf fought off the monster so we could escape. He... He fell so we would succeed." you muttered. Galadriel nodded solemnly. She touched the wound on your shoulder, you wincing. "You made it here. That is what counts." she said softly. You nodded, looking down. "Your mother would be very proud of you, you know." She added. You looked over. She began crushing herbs. "She would be terrified but still very proud." she said. You smiled slightly. "are you proud?" you asked. She turned, that soft smile reminding you of home. "we all are darling." She said. "I.." you cleared your throat. "I want you to know... I am proud to be your grandchild..." you told her. She put the herbs on the wound, wrapping it before she kissed your head. "I am proud to call you my grandchild." she said.

As everyone else sat around, elves could be heard around them, singing. "A lament for Gandalf." Legolas noticed, him pouring water into a small reflection pool. "What do they say about him?" Merry asked. "I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near." Legolas answered. Aragorn noticed Boromir sitting alone on a tree root. He walked over. "Take some rest. These borders are well protected." Aragorn encouraged. "I will find no rest here. I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me even now there is hope left. But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope." He admitted. He knew for a fact that if his father remained on the throne, there was less of a bright future to one day see. This fact had been haunting him since he picked up the hilt to Isildur's broken sword. "My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And now our…our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored. Have you ever seen it Aragorn? White tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. It's banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?" He asked. "I have seen the White City, long ago." Aragorn admitted. "One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guards shall take up the call: The Lords of Gondor have returned!" He said, clearly missing home. Aragorn opened his mouth to speak but saw you walking over. He walked over, hugging you. You didn't care about the slight discomfort from your shoulder. You hadn't had a real moment to breathe since you left. You hugged him back, him pulling away slightly to kiss your forehead. "Your wounds? How are they?" He asked. "They are minor, she believes them to be healed in days." you said.

He sighed. "You need to be more-" "What's the rule?" you halted. He sighed. "No telling Y/n what to do." He said. "Let us try and rest. We still have a long journey." you said. The group looked over as you sat down. "Are you alright?" Pippin asked. "Fear not Pippin, I am well." You assured. "Where are you sleeping?" Frodo asked. Aragorn cleared his throat to answer the question and you nodded your head in his direction. "Thank you Y/n.. For protecting me back in Moria." Frodo said. "I am only doing what I promised. I don't deserve the praise." You stated. "How did you meet the witch- woman?" Sam corrected. You chuckled. "Galadriel is my grandmother." you answered. "You're related to the witch?" Gimli asked, shocked. "She is my mother's mother. Very kind woman despite what many believe." You answered.

Pippin seemed confused. "Y/n... If your grandmother is here then why weren't you sent here instead of Mirkwood?" Pippin asked. "Father was most likely afraid of the path here... It was the same path my mother took when she was attacked." You said. Merry looked at you as you sighed, looking over at Aragorn who was still awake.

"Sleep." you told him. "I cannot." He admitted. "...You're joking. You seriously cannot sleep without me being there?" You asked. "Not fully, no." He admitted, making Sam crack a smile. "With the way you two speak to each other, you'd think you'd be lovers." Gimli sighed. You all froze, looking at him. "What?" He asked. "Nothing." Pippin said, resisting a strong urge to laugh. "We should rest." Sam said, also trying not to break. You moved to Aragorn, lying down next to him. He wrapped his arms around you, his breaths getting deeper as time passed.

The morning soon came, you and Aragorn being the first ones awake. You leaned up and stretched, tapping Boromir as you slid on your boots. He woke up the hobbits who (eventually) woke up Gimli. You all set off once more, Galadriel parting you with Earendil, their most beloved star. You all went off in canoes, riding down the river. You all were silent, Legolas and you both listening to the nature around you before reaching a pass. "Frodo, the Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old. My kin." Aragorn said to Frodo, nodding to the large statues of the kings. You all finally reached the foot of Amon Hen, making camp while you rested.

"We cross the lake at nightfall. Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north." Aragorn said. "Oh, yes?! It's just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An impassable labyrinth of razor sharp rocks! And after that, it gets even better! Festering, stinking marshlands far as the eye can see!" Gimli huffed. "That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength master dwarf." Aragorn said, making you smiled. Gimli seemed almost offended by the mere idea of him needing to rest. You looked up, alarmed by something. "What's wrong?" Boromir asked. "Something's coming." you answered. You looked around. "Where's Frodo?" you asked.

Frodo walked through the woods, Boromir noticing the hobbit as he was collecting firewood. "None of us should wander alone, you least of all. So much depends on you. Frodo?" Boromir commented. Frodo looked over, slightly alarmed by his presence. "I know why you seek solitude. You suffer; I see it day by day. You sure you do not suffer needlessly? There are other ways, Frodo, other paths that we might take." Boromir said. "I know what you would say. And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning in my heart." Frodo said. "Warning? Against what? We're all afraid, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have. Don't you see that is madness?" Boromir questioned. "There is no other way!" Frodo said. "I ask only for the strength to defend my people! If you would but lend me the Ring..." Boromir tossed the wood aside, staring at the ring. "No." Frodo said, stepping back. "Why do you recoil? I am no thief." Boromir asked. "You are not yourself." Frodo answered. "What chance do you think you have? They will find you! They will take the Ring and you will beg for death before the end!" Boromir yelled. Frodo ran from Boromir, alarmed of the greed and darkness taking over the young man. "It is not yours save by unhappy chance. It could have been mine!" Boromir yelled before tackling Frodo. "It should be mine! Give it to me!" Boromir yelled. They struggled against one another for the ring.

"Give it to me!" Boromir yelled. "No!" Frodo struggled. "Give me… Give me the Ring!" Boromir yelled. Frodo slipped on the ring, kicking Boromir before running away. "I see your mind. You will take the Ring to Sauron! You will betray us! You go to your death and the death of us all! Curse you! Curse you! And all the halflings!" He said before falling. It was like a simple fall was all he needed to see reason. Regret instantly hit him. "Frodo?...Frodo?...what have I done?...please...Frodo!" He called.

Frodo ran off, reaching an area away from him. "Frodo?" You asked, standing there with Aragorn. "Huh?!" He gasped, meeting your eyes. "It has taken Boromir." Frodo said, clearly panicked. "Where is the Ring?" Aragorn asked. "Stay away!" Frodo yelled before backing away. "Frodo!" Aragorn halted. Frodo stopped. "We swore to protect you!" Aragorn said. "Can you protect me from yourself?!" Frodo asked, clearly frightened. He showed the ring in his palm. "Would you destroy it?" Frodo asked. You looked away, feeling this intense dread. Aragorn slowly approached Frodo though, ignoring the whispers of the ring, closing Frodo's palm and pushing it to his chest. "I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of Mordor." He said. "You will not yield me from your journey Frodo." You said. He frowned. "Y/n, I cannot ask this of you." He said. "Frodo, my father was the one that went with Isildur. He did nothing to stop him... I know I can do something so please. Let me." you said. He nodded slowly before you slid off your necklace, giving it to Aragorn. Aragorn shook his head. "Y/n-" "keep this as a reminder that someone is fighting for you. Always." you said softly. He clutched the necklace, before pulling a chain out from his pack. He took off his ring, sliding it onto the chain. "I will not take the throne without you. If I lose you, the throne will remain as it is." He said. "This is your only proof of your identity Aragorn-" "I know. Because without you, I cannot make my claim." He said, putting the chain around your neck. He gave you one last kiss, your heart filling with sorrow before you pulled away. "Look after the others, especially Sam. He will not understand." Frodo said before his sword started to glow. "Go on you two!" He said. You hesitated, seeing the finality in this choice. Would you leave your lover or stay and leave Frodo?

You shook your head, taking Frodo's hand and running. Sam searched the woods frantically. "Mr. Frodo!" He called before hearing swords clashing. Legolas and Gimli ran forward, Legolas shooting three of the orcs quickly. Gimli slammed his axe into one of them. "Aragorn! Go!" Legolas yelled. You sprinted with Frodo, trying to reach the boats as the orcs were ready to kill. You ran hiding behind a set of trees, Merry and Pippin looking at you with urgency. They noticed the orcs ready to follow you. "Run you two! Go!" Merry whispered before cupping his hands. You two ran off as Merry yelled. "Hey! Hey you! Over here!" He shouted, diverting attention away from the two of you. "Hey!" Pippin chimed in. "Over here!" Merry called. Pippin waved his arms. "This way!" Pippin yelled, running away from Frodo.

As you ran you heard three loud blasts from a horn, your heart dropping. This was it... Boromir's final stand. "The Horn of Gondor... Boromir.." you whispered as you ran. Merry and Pippin locked eyes with Boromir as he fought. "RUN!" He told them, fighting for his life. "Boromir!" Aragorn called, rushing toward the sound. Fear coursed through Boromir as he fought before an arrow hit his shoulder. Merry and Pippin stopped, looking at him in shock. Boromir fell to his knees, breathing hard as the pain seemed to overwhelm him. No. Not like this.

The orcs came closer, Boromir letting out a battle cry as a final stand. He stood up, stabbing an orc as he did. Another arrow fired, this time to Boromir's stomach. He fell again, still his will to live too strong for this as he got back up. He killed another orc, another arrow hitting you, this one being the final blow. Boromir fell to his knees, staying down this time. Merry and Pippin both looked at him. They knew this was it. That he would not rise again to fight. This was their friend that kept them safe. If he was dying, they were going to defend him till his last breath. Merry and Pippin fought, screaming "SHIRE!" before stabbing an orc or two.

You reached the boats, heart pounding as you were unaware of the dangers ahead of you. Then you felt it. A loss. A hit. You put a hand over your mouth. "Y/n, what's wrong?" Frodo asked. "Boromir has fallen." You whispered, hearing the trees tell you of the brave sacrifice he made.

Aragorn kneeled to Boromir. "They took the little ones." Boromir said weakly. "Be still." Aragorn instructed. "Frodo, where is Frodo? And Y/n?" Boromir asked. "I let them go." Aragorn said. "Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him." Boromir admitted, his breathing getting weaker. "The Ring is beyond our reach now." Aragorn assured. "Forgive me, I did not see it. I have failed you all." Boromir whispered. "No, Boromir, you fought bravely! You have kept your honor." Aragorn assured. He reached for the arrows that were ailing his friend but Boromir stopped him. "Leave it! It is over. The world of men will fall, and all will come to darkness… and my city to ruin." Boromir whispered. "I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the white city fall, nor our people fail!" Aragorn said, his heart in pain. "Our people?" Boromir asked. Not once had Aragorn even referenced his homeland or people... Boromir smiled at his friend. "Our people." He breathed, barely holding onto life. Aragorn put Boromir's sword in his hand, Boromir bringing it to his chest. "I would have followed you my brother, my captain, my king!" Boromir said before his face grew still. Your vision was indeed true. Boromir was dead. "Be at peace, son of Gondor." Aragorn whispered before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You heard rapid footsteps, turning to land which you hadn't left yet. "Frodo!" Sam called. Frodo seemed spaced out, recalling a conversation that he had with Gandalf before Sam sprinted out from the woods. "Frodo no! Frodo! Mr. Frodo!" Sam frantically called. "No Sam." Frodo said, continuing to paddle. You opened your mouth but closed it as Sam sprinted into the river. "Go back Sam! I’m going to Mordor." Frodo yelled. "Of course you are, and I’m coming with you!" Sam replied. He trudged deeper into the water. "You can’t swim! Sam!" Frodo gasped. You watched Sam go under, forsaking your cloak as you dove into the waters and pulled up Sam.

You put him in the boat, you climbing in afterwards. "You are insane!" You breathed. "I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise! 'Don’t you leave him Samwise Gamgee.' And I don’t mean to! I don’t mean to." Sam said. Frodo's expression softened. "Oh Sam!" Frodo wailed before hugging Sam. You smiled at the two friends before Frodo yanked you into the hug. You slowly hugged the two hobbits back, them clinging to you.

Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas gave Boromir a proper send off, laying him one of the boats with his sword and shield, his cloven horn by his side. The boat went off the side of the Falls of Rauros, falling to the mists below.

"Hurry! Frodo, Y/n and Sam have reached the eastern shore." Legolas called. Aragorn did not move. "You mean not to follow them?" Legolas asked. "Y/n and Frodo’s fate is no longer in our hands." Aragorn said, clutching your necklace that he was now wearing. "Then it has all been in vain! The Fellowship has failed." Gimli said. "Not if we hold true to each other. We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light. Let’s hunt some orc!" Aragorn said. Legolas and Gimli smiled. "Yes! Haha!" Gimli exclaimed. Aragorn ran into the woods, Legolas and Gimli following.

You stood on the hills of Emyn Muil, looking at the Dead Marshes and Mordor." Mordor. I hope the others find a safer route." Frodo muttered. "Strider will look after them." Sam said. "I do not think they will accompany us from here." You said, clutching Aragorn's ring. "I don’t suppose we’ll ever see them again." Frodo said. Sadness filled your gaze. "We may yet, Mr. Frodo. We may." Sam reminded. You smiled at Sam. Frodo turned to the both of you "I’m glad you’re with me." Frodo said to the both of you. You smiled softly, roughing up his hair before walking. "We have a long journey ahead of us." you said. "Think we'll see something new?" Sam asked. "Let us hope not." You said earning smiles from both of the hobbits.

You had no idea of the dangers ahead. Or how many events were to play out in front of your eyes.

[mmvalentine]

Home is Where You Are pt 3 | Feysand

Girl next door AU. CW: abusive relationships. Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

The next time Rhys saw Feyre was at the wake.

Back in his apartment, Rhys tried to settle into his normal routine. But the idea of having Feyre back in his life was intoxicating, after having imagined it for so long. He tried to concentrate hard on his work in order to prevent him from texting her everyday. Especially because it turned out that in the city, the did not live far from each other at all.

A few days later, Rhys put on a black suit and went to Feyre and Tamlin's apartment. She looked so tired, with black circles under her lovely eyes and a slight tremor in her hands. The fluttery feeling he had had in anticipation of seeing her again was replaced by a solemn concern.

Feyre met him at the door. She smiled at him, and clasped his arms. Rhys searched her eyes, questioningly. "I'm okay," she said quietly. "Don't spend too long with just one person," Tamlin said to her. "Make sure to greet all the guests." Rhys rolled his eyes. "Do whatever the hell you want," he whispered, once Tamlin had walked away.

After the service, through which Nesta and Elain did very little and everything seemed to fall to Feyre, the people fanned out through the small apartment. Rhys found Feyre sitting in the walk-in pantry.

He had gone looking for a glass for get some water, and now shut the door behind him before sitting down next to her.

"Okay?" he asked. "Yeah. Just tired." Feyre leaned her head back against a shelf. "Have you eaten today?" "Not much appetite." "Do you want me to tell you stories about your dad?" Feyre smiled. "Yes." "Okay. I haven't told anyone this before, and it's a sort of heavy story. But did you know my dad used to keep a baseball bat by the door. Self-defence, he said, in case of home invaders.

"Well, this one time he was going off at me, you know, really laying into me. And your dad, every so often, when my old man was just shouting the whole house down, would knock on the front door at an opportune moment. Sometimes it would just break his rhythm, and that was enough to stop the screaming. And usually your dad would make up some excuse and then leave again.

"Anyway this particular time, my dad had the bat in his hands when your dad knocked. He opens the door, and spits what in your dad's face. I remember so clearly, your dad's going from my dad's face, to the bat, to me behind him. And then he says, 'You know I think there were some teenagers scrabbling around my porch last night. And I've been thinking I should get myself some protection.' And my dad says, 'that's the problem with you lot, you're soft and they know it.' 'well,' says your dad, 'I've got four women in the house and they suddenly feel unprotected. Do you think you could give me a hand?' and next thing I know, my dad's handing over the baseball bat. 'Hold onto this for now,' he says, 'then get yourself a decent rifle.' Then your dad left and he had to whack me with a newspaper roll instead.

"The point is, I'm pretty sure on more than one occasion your dad saved my ass. And I'll always be grateful."

Feyre stared at him. "I didn't know he used to go over there," she said. "Not sure I'd be here if he didn't," Rhys responded. "At least, I wouldn't be nearly this pretty." He grinned at her, and Feyre laughed. The sound of it released some of the tension in Rhys' stomach, and he leaned over and kissed Feyre on the cheek.

A few weeks later, Feyre came around to Rhys' neighbourhood. She had agreed to design something for a campaign Rhys was working on, and they decided to meet at his place to discuss the brief. Over the past fortnight, it had been the perfect excuse to be able to talk to her.

What are you making at the moment? he had texted her. Ugh, nothing, she replied. I've had no inspiration since my last show ended. Maybe you just need some better source material, Rhys wrote. You could always paint me, if you like. Har har, Feyre wrote back. Don't flirt with an almost married woman. Sorry, Rhys texted back. I do it with no hope or agenda. But seriously, if you like working toward things, my company is looking for an artist for an upcoming project, I could throw your name in if you'd like. I'm not in charge of who they pick but I think they'd love you. That would be amazing! Feyre said.

And then they had loved her, not surprising Rhys at all after years of following her on social media. So he picked up the brief and invited her over.

Rhys had torn around his place all evening, trying to get it to look the right balance of homely and inviting, and immaculate. Ridculous, he told himself, trying to impress an engaged woman. Still, even if she wasn't interested in him romantically, he still cared about her opinion.

Finally there was a knock at his door, and Rhys tried not to throw it open too enthusiastically. But when he saw her, the smile fell from his face.

"Feyre," he said. "I... come in." He stood aside, and Feyre smiled. She looked awful. The bags under her eyes that Rhys had attributed to her father's funeral were somehow worse, and she had definitely lost weight.

"Thanks," Feyre said. "How are you?" "I'm... good, how are you? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Okay, you look..." he trailed off. "Are you sure you're okay?" Feyre brushed him off with a laugh. "Yes mother hen, I'm good. So tell me about this project."

Rhys led her to the couch, and looked sidelong at her. If she didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want to push her. "I was going to order some food first, what do you feel like for dinner?" he said. But Feyre shook her head. "Nothing for me. Tamlin has me on this cleanse, says it's good for stress." She pulled out a bottle of green-brown liquid and took a long drink. Rhys watched her, and held his tongue.

"Okay," he said. "Well I'm going to get some pizza and if you decide you're hungry you can have some." "Sure, whatever," Feyre said. "Now tell me about this project! I'm so excited, when they reached out to me they only gave me this really vague outline."

So they sat and talked about work, and even though her face was gaunt and her skin a little sallow, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about her ideas made Rhys' heart squeeze. If he could just make her a tiny bit happy, that'd be enough.

Over the next couple of months they exchanged texts and emails, mostly about work, but sometimes about life, too.

Nesta's a pain in my ass, she wrote once. Nesta's a pain in everyone's ass, Rhys replied. Hadn't seen the woman in a decade and when I asked her how she was at the funeral she said 'oh you're back' and then walked away.

Rhys I'm giving up on this project, I quit, she sent another time. Tamlin says what I've made won't resonate with the modern audience, but I don't have any other ideas and I can't bear to start again. We didn't pick Tamlin out of twenty applying artists, we picked you, Rhys wrote back. And personally, I fucking love it as it is. If you change it you're fired.

And then one day, The house sold. I can't believe it's really happening. Congratulations, Rhys said. That's great news. It went for more than I expected, Feyre said. Then, I guess I'll have to go back down and get all that stuff out before the new owners move in. Want company? Very much.

This time, Rhys drove. He picked Feyre up at her place, and his knuckles went white on the steering wheel with effort not to comment on how she had lost even more weight, and her beautiful honey hair looked dull and lank around her face.

"Hello, Feyre darling," he said as she climbed into the car. "How have you been?" "Just fine Rhys dear, and you?" "Good," Rhys said carefully. "That Tamlin treating you okay?" Feyre made a face. "He's pretty stressed out lately. He finds it difficult to work with new people, so I've been modelling for some of his advertising stuff. You know how it is, running your own business." "Sure..." Rhys said. "And... is there a certain... aesthetic they stick to?" Feyre frowned. "Of course, he's a personal trainer." "Okay..." "So are we going to drive or are you going to ask weird questions all day?" "Sorry ma'am, right away ma'am," Rhys said, flicking his sunglasses onto his face and pulling out of his driveway. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Feyre. She was slumped in her seat, and had started to chew on the nails of her left hand.

"Welcome to Archeron Airlines," Rhys said, in his best pilot voice. "My name is Rhys and I'l be your captain for the day, on behalf of us all here thank your for flying Archeron."

Feyre stared at him. "What are you doing?"

"It's a fine day for flying, the weather looks good and minimal turbulence is expected. We are cruising at an altitude of 0.75 feet, your expected fight time is four hours."

"It's six actually," Feyre corrected, the corner of her mouth pulling up. "I know," Rhys said, leaning toward her conspiratorially. "But I drive like a maniac."

Feyre laughed out loud then, and Rhys' heart glowed in his chest. He could do this. He could make her laugh all the way to Velaris St, and make those frown lines disappear. If only he could see her everyday, he thought. If only he could make sure she was okay.

Because she wasn't saying anything, but he was so sure this had something to do with Tamlin.

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I was going to try keep this very separate from COD but also I want to get the heavy angst out of the way. Because you guys, I promise this one gets so sweet and fluffy if you can just stick with me a little longer.

TAGLIST: @ghostlyrose2 @highladysith @stardelia @feysand-babies @tillyrubes10 @ratabrasileira

[7soulstars]

On Everlasting Adventures with You

Pairing : Legolas x Time Traveller! / Immortal! Reader , Platonic! Thranduil x Reader

Warnings: Slight Angst , Slight war plot , Kind of OOC Thranduil ,Y/N being an oblivious idiot ,Fluff

Summary : Returning abruptly years later may or may not have been Y/N's best decision

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Legolas tsked as he fought against a Orc ,regretting not leaving with Gimli to the undying lands and staying back in Mirkwood . Especially considering the frequent spider and orc attacks. A series of loud bangs erupted startling the elves , followed by the orcs dropping dead, a hole burning through each of their heads. "Whoooo ! 1800 years and I've still got it ! Still a bit rough on the edges though-" Stretch. The owner of the voice froze, her hands in the air as if in surrender,looking at Legolas who had drawn his arrow aiming at her . She awkwardly chucked "Surprise?....... Wrong timing? ", she says, immediately regretting it.

Time Skip

"Oh come on! Guys let me at least explain ! Thranduil, Legolas, even you Tauriel ? ", the woman coaxed as she was being escorted into the dungeons by the soldiers, her hands tied behind her back. The three elves ignored her as she was pushed into the dungeons hearing Legolas hissing at the soldiers to 'be gentle' making a smile appear on the woman's face. Now leaving her alone inside forgetting about her hands still being tied to her back

Irritated. The prince tossed around on his mattress as his brain refused to shut down for that night, a quick thought coming into his head. He sat up straight fetching his bow and arrow as he proceeded to walk out of his chambers .The corridors of the palace being silent with nothing but the sounds of the crickets chirping. He sneaked down the stairs rushing into the celllar  “Your hands !-”,he stopped his eyes snapping towards the woman as she sat by the litte ledge inside the cellar looking out of the small window as the moon shone on her face. She looked at the prince bringing her untiedhands forward. “They forgot to do it for me so I did it myself .I may have dislocated my shoulder though.” She said as Legolas stood there with his jaw clenched. “Didn’t you feel guilt ?” , he whispered his voice almost left unheard to the woman. She averted her gaze avay from Legolas ,”What are you saying ?” .”YOU DISSAPPEARED Y/N ! YOU LEFT US ! YOU DESTROYED WHAT WAS LEFT BETWEEN US !”,the prince vented angrily making the woman flinch. “Please Legolas, try to understand ! I was only trying to save you, to save Mirkwood” .”Oh stop it ! Protect us from what !? Surprise Y/N ! We can protect ourselves.” Y/N pinched her forehead ,”You may be strong in middle earth but you can’t protect yourself from the future!” “Get to the point.” “I AM A TIME TRAVELLER LEGOLAS ! I CANNOT STAY AT ONE PLACE FOREVER “ . silence. “Are you humoring me ? Time travellers can’t possibly exist.”,Legolas said,slightly annoyed by this point. “I am not , we exist,we are what the future calls as royalty Legolas.Each kingdom has one who will rule them. I had stayed in Mirkwood longer than required it is against the customs of a time traveller . The night before I dissappeared I had gotten a warning from the council of the future ,to leave or give up the throne of my kingdom . If I didn’t choose either they promised to destroy what was precious to me.....Mirkwood. And if I chose to give up the throne and have had joined you in the fellowship you would have died protecting me, and I could never forgive myself for that. Not only for loosing you but for taking a son away from his father.You are way too precious to Thranduil, I saw how devasted he would have been. I chose to leave and promised to return in a year or two . But the council threatened my family that they’d take over our people if I leave for the next few years. I thought it was best to wait...Till the entire council dies and a new,good council is formed. I took long....and now all of you hate me....” , said Y/N giving a dry humourless chuckle.Legolas looked at her ,she had changed , she was no longer the girl laughed at everything,the girl everyone in Mirkwood including Thranduil adored . The girl before him was built to fight,couldn’t feel pain, her bright (e/c) eyes faded to nothingness ,pleading for help .And here the entirity of Mirkwood saw her as a betrayer.He couldn’t bear to look at her anymore. Y/N's eyes softened at the elven Prince's guilt tripped face as she moved towards the bars dividing the two . "It doesn't matter anymore. I just wanted to see all of you. " "BUT IT DOES MATTER! " ,Y/N's eyes widened due to his sudden outburst ."Lego-" "IT MATTERS BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!".Silence. As if the air just got thicker. A thick lump formed in the woman's throat as her heart paliptated ridiculously. " How long?", Y/N croaked, her voice barely a whisper as it fell into the Prince's elvish ears."Since the day you saved that little elf from getting hit by an arrow", whispered back Legolas coming closer to the bars. Somehow it seemed as if Y/N’s eyes were returning with colour.

The two were quite alarmingly close,but it did not bother them. Not now,not ever.Legolas took Y/N’s hands by slipping his behind the bars . A soft sigh escaped for both their mouths before Legolas pressed his lips against her soft ones.It seemed like an eternity before the two seperated breathing heavily . They stared at each other in peaceful silence before Legolas took the initiative to speak up, “I’ll tell Ada, I’ll ask him to let you go ,we’ll tell him the truth..” Y/N looked at him blankly a small hint of confusion on her face. “But Thranduil knows what I am.” This time it was Legolas’ chance to make the confused face before coming into realization, “WHAT !?” ,he almost yelled making Y/N frantically shush him not to attract any attention from the guards. “I had told him when I had first come here to prove I’m not an intruder. Even when I left,I left him a letter on the reason of my sudden departure. I am pretty sure he is angry that I have been away for a longer time than I told him. He feels lied to.” Legolas looked at her exasperated.He was at a loss of words. “I am still asking Ada to release you”, he said before giving her one last kiss and leaving the dungeon.

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Y/N sat on her knees in front of the throne, her hands tied behind her back as she and everyone in the court watched the elven king twirling the gun he confiscated from the girl while looking straight at her. “How does this.....contraption....work..?” , he said pointing it towards the ceiling as Y/N’s eyes widened “Thran- I don’t think that is a good idea.THRANDUIL N-” bang “- o”.The noise made the ever stoic elves flinch with shock,Thranduil almost falling off his throne as he and his subjects looked at the precise hole on the ceiling above him. The distraction gave time to Y/N to easily get out of her restraints as she stomped up to Thranduil, snatching the gun out of his hand. “Give me that! You really need to start listening instead of being stubborn Thran ! One wrong aim and I swear to God one of us would have dropped dead including your dumbass!?”, she yelled at the still shock ridden elven king. He just stared at her, though through his stoic face she could very much see he missed her. She missed him too. She loved him,he was her best friend and she knew that excuses were usless, for she had broken her promise to him. He had waited, everyone had. She had to make it all right. She sighed, her eyes softened now,the same way they had softened for Legolas yesterday night.If there was any softeness left in the girl anymore it was probably only there for the father and his son. The rest leaving as years passed. She stepped down the throne as looked at Legolas, who was practically begging her to not do anything more stupid or she’ll be put in the dungeons again. But she was Y/N , a time traveller, adventure and stupidity practically ran in her blood. Not only that but she’d even claim that she new Thranduil a bit better than most. Being a time traveller gave her a chance to predict future or correct the past considering that was exactly what her duty was truly supposed to be,correcting timelines that is. She had restored the future elven race by making sure Thranduil was save and sound, she had overlooked him since he was a mere elfling and was probably also one of the reason the king had survived the wrath of the northern dragons with just his face scarred she had stopped looking after him after that. She knew Thranduil but he didn’t know her until she made a sudden appearence during the battle of the five armies .She knew how to make Thranduil forgive her and even more. She mumbled a few incantations and suddenly a small glass globe appeared in front of Thranduil. “Thran, I’m really sorry about what happened but what the globe shows is the true reason I broke my promise,” the woman said with full sincerity.

There was silence in the throne room before Thranduil made an action as if to dismiss the court asking only Legolas and you to stay. “You did it for us...”,he said confirming his own words earning a nod from the woman. “Then I guess I have to apologize for putting you into the dungeons although it seems to have been proven quite useful to you and Legolas. The other two in the room froze. One looking at the other in quite the shock unlike the king who seemed to have a smug look upon his face. “Globe you little shit !”, grumbled Y/N makng the globe dissapear. Legolas figured that the globe may have shown more than necessary. “I want to hear it from you, Iôn nin”,his father practically ordered. “Im mel hen (I love her)”,he replied a sudden shyness engulfing Y/N. “I know you will ask me to let Legolas go on adventures with you but I’m still quite unconvinced.”, said Thranduil deciding to tease the woman a bit more. Y/N only grinned bashfully before saying, “I figured, so I may have brought you the best wine from my age and it’s in my time travelling machine”. The king grumbled, “Fine ! But both of you better return here every 10 years !” “Aww will someone miss us?” “Shut up Y/N” “Ada!” 

--Time Skip--

“Are you ready to go my Prince ?”

“I promised Y/N, I promised to go on Everlasting Adventures with you..”

--Fin--

Yaay! Finally done ! I have been pondering like an idiot over this fic but I guess it turned out well ! This wasn’t a request but I felt like it was really interesting ! I hope you guys liked it ! Please do comment me your thoughts!” Thank you for reading ! I love you guys!

~Love, Hri 

[battybumboy]

He had fallen | | Thomas Thorne

No ones catching on to the Ghosts x reader bandwagon that I have built but this wagon isn’t gonna fall to pieces, not on my watch! Here it is... Part three of the Falling series!

Part one is Here

Part two is Here! Incase yous missed it!

Enjoy part three...

-🍯xx

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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - contains a scene of PTSD. You can still read at your own risk but 🔥🔥🔥- means a trigger warning. When you get to the second set of 🔥🔥🔥-s then it is clear.

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“JULIAN!” came the angry shout of a very upset Thomas Thorne. It was the fifth time that week that said ghost had upset the poet... and it was only Wednesday.

Alison, one of the two only living residents of the house, was in the kitchen cleaning out the fridge. She, and every other resident of the large house (except for her very much alive and very much oblivious husband) had heard the commotion. The only thing was... every time Alison had came to check what was wrong, all she was met with was a silent, sulking Thomas and a smug and, if he were alive, very punchable look on the trouserless Tory’s face.

No one knew what Julian was teasing the poet about but it seemed to be serious enough to be kept quiet although Julian’s new muse was getting all too tiring for the other housemates.

“Can that mewling loaf not be so bothersome for ONE DAY?” The pirate said, smacking her head upon the table as she sat with Kitty, Mary and Fanny. The four ladies liked to gossip, (as much as Fanny complained of the unladylike behaviour) so Alison untucked a few chairs and placed down a few empty teacups as if it were a real tea party,

“I should think not. It’s rather like we don’t get any peace and quiet around here.” replied Fanny, as she looked to Y/N in agreement,

“I think we should all be friends! Just like N/N, you get along with everyone”

“It does take a lot of my patience” Y/N replied, truthfully,

“It woulds be more quiets if we weres” Mary countered

“Quite.” The previous owner of the house agreed, correcting her posture before failing to grasp the teacup.

“Right, you lot can stay here if you like. I’m going to try and get to the bottom of this.” Alison said, throwing an old bit of Brie in the bin before strutting out of the kitchen.

“I’m coming with!” Kitty exclaimed excitedly, following Alison upstairs.

“I might as well see what all that racket is about”

“Sames.” And with that, everyone except the pirate had left the table.

She was wise enough to know that the closest thing they were going to get to an explanation out of Thomas was a wave and a mumble of “you wouldn’t understand” before a small sigh.

She hadn’t the faintest clue what was wrong with the poet but it was clear he was avoiding her and ignoring the offer to talk to her. She knew it was nothing to do with her but deep down she was scared he had started to dislike her company. This caused for the pirate to try and get in his good graces again by giving him space but she was unsure if it was helping.

Y/N continued to stare into her teacup again, listening for anyone. It had felt like forever and just when she was about to go up and check on them, there came a thunderous slam.

The feeling of being mentally dragged back to the past filled Y/N’s vision.

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Y/N I am sorry. But as I have said. You shouldn’t have came home.

“Henry?”

You’re not welcome here anymore. It had to be like this. It just had to.

“Henry... what have... Hen-”

I’m so sorry. You picked your side.

RED. SO MUCH RED.

Pain

A slight sob

The feeling of being dragged

I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn’t want to do it. Honestly.

“Henry?”

Sleep now Y/N... Captain L/N... the greatest pirate.

You can sleep... I’m so sorry...

L/N?

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”L/N? Are you okay? Oh my god she’s crying! That’s a tear!”

“We can see that, Kitty” came Julian’s reply.

Suddenly pulled back to reality, the pirate realised that everyone was crowded around her in the kitchen. The feeling of vulnerability had suddenly dawned on her... a feeling she hated.

“Uh- I’m fine. I’m not crying, I just got watery eyes. It’s fine!”

“You don’t look fine. You’re shaking, mate.” Pat said from beside her, oh gods, no getting out of this one.

“I’m fine! I promise! I just thought about s-someth-thing... a bit too hard. I’ll be okay in a moment.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Alison asked earnestly, “It’s ok if you’re not.”

“I know...” Y/N sighed, not liking the fact she might’ve worried the others. “I’ll be fine” she forced a smile that seemed to convince almost everyone. “Thank you for you concern though.” slowly the crowd dispersed from around the table and went to do else-what elsewhere... but Y/N noted how Thomas hadn’t shown his face. She was fine. It didn’t bother her. Why would it? She was fine.

Robin was the last in the room. He looked Y/n in the eyes before sitting down in Fanny’s abandoned seat,

“You’re not okay.” He started, Y/N looked at him, eyebrow raised,

“Pardon?”

“You sad, I see in eyes”

“Robin-”

“It okay to be sad. No one happy all time.” He said sincerely, placing a hand on her shoulder,

She sighed and paused. This man. (If he counted as a man) had seen everything, he was there as soon as she’d died, back to when Button house was a lowly field, “Well. Yes, I’d say I’m rather sad.”

“Want to talk? It ok if you don’t”

She contemplated for a single second before smiling softly then looking down at the oak wood table,

“I guess I spent my life sailing away from my problems, my family, my life and every untaken opportunity. I had no husband or children to call my own... only a few friends and miles of sea. But... when I came home, my past decided to shoot me in the back and toss me away. It hurts... even though it was hundreds of years ago. But It got better and, even though I’m over it and it being centuries ago... I occasionally remember.”

“I understand. It been a long time for both of us- I sometime remember too. It turn out okay. We die, the world move on but we always remember when we could move on too.”

“You made my death feel less lonely, Robin. I’ve never been able to thank you properly for that. So, thank you.”

“Thank you too. I needed friend. I was lonely and you turn up so I was happy for company. After years being alone. I wait and wait. Then you came and I wasn’t alone.”

She smiled. Robin was her best friend, nothing more. They both understood each other and at times when they felt most alone, the other always turned up out of the blue.

Thomas walked past the kitchen, wondering why everything went so quiet when suddenly he heard the angelic voice of a fellow ghost,

“I had no husband or children to call my own... only a few friends and miles of sea. But... when I came home, my past decided to shoot me in the back and toss me away.”

“Thomas! Julian has something to say to you!” Came a muffled call from the east wing.

The poet rushed away from the kitchen quietly in order not to disturb the two hushed voices. He clambered up the stairs thinking about what she said and a mix of emotions stirred within him.

He was partly angry at himself for eves dropping but the anger melted to sadness at her words. And suddenly he realised... maybe she needed to be there for her as well.

Thomas regretted ignoring her for his own sake, not realising she had been feeling down too. He just didn’t want the pain in his heart and the butterflies in his stomach and the feeling of not being able to stop staring at her charming (almost handsome) beauty and-

Suddenly it hit him. The realisation he never wanted to have but everything added up... the way he felt warm around her and sorrowful without her. The fact that he could barely look at her without his (unnecessary) breath hitching and the way he felt like he’d been blessed every time she gave one of her smiles reserved just for him...

He had fallen.

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So sorry it took so long and for major sad :/ It was originally planned to be happy until I realised you guys still don’t have a clue who Henry is. I hope you enjoyed part 3! 🍯xx

[demivampirew]

Keep Calm and Go to London chapter 9

Synopsis: This is the story of (y/n), a successful actress, musician, musical producer and songwriter. After battling depression and breaking up a long relationship, she seeks for a change of air, escaping LA for a while going to visit some friends in London and there she meets Henry. -Disclaimer: some chapters are mostly smut.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Triggers: conversation that refers to sex and mention of nude, but it’s not smut. It’s a pretty safe chapter for everyone to read.

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You woke up with the annoying sound of your alarm. You felt warmth yet cold at the same time. Then, you realized that the reason was that Henry was not by your side holding you. You got up and went straight to take a quick shower and put on a soft pink cashmere sweater and tight white pants with a pair of white snickers. You went directly into the kitchen as you already knew Henry would be there. And you were correct. He was preparing you breakfast and scons for you to eat on the plane. He must have woke super early because everything was almost ready by the time you got up at 7 am. He made enough pastries for you to enjoy on your travel and to share with Beth. - So, you're staying with your friend, right?- he asked you - Yes. I'm currently homeless. - it sounded like a bad joke, giving the fact that you were wealthy, but it was actually true- I sold my beautiful mansion on LA to move with the one who must not be named and now I don't have a house....not yet. I'm just going to stay at her house whenever I'm in LA, and I'm going to buy a nice house here in London. I don't see the point of buying two houses right now. I like spending time with her, it's truly like being with a sister. And, luckily she lives alone and enjoys my company as well. It's a great plan. - I can't wait to meet her.- he told you with a smile. - I do. She always has had a crush on you, since The Tudors, so I'm afraid she might try to steal you from me - you jocked and laughed; Henry laughed as well. - Really? - he asked surprised - Are you surprised that a woman finds you incredibly attractive? - you asked amused and he grinned and blushed a little bit. You ate breakfast as slowly as you could to be able to spend your last moments with Henry before leaving, but unfortunately, you knew it was time to go. You grabbed your package and went to the door. Henry wanted to take you to the airport, but you insisted on going on a taxi. You didn't know exactly if the plane was going to leave on time and might be hours on the airport before the plane takes off and he had to be on horse training in a few hours and you didn't want him to leave job duties aside just for you. He was not happy but finally agreed to call you a taxi instead. You hugged him tight, but not as tight as he held you. You were going to miss being wrapped around those strong arms. Then he held your hand, kissed it and kissed you on the lips. "I'll be back soon. I promise" you said "I know...I know" he replied sadly. You let go of his hand and try to turn around to leave but Henry was still holding your hand. You looked at his puppy face with a "please" look and he sighed and released your hand. You gave your best Schwarzenegger in Terminator impression and said "I'll be back" which made Henry laughed and you felt a little better. Luckily the plane took off at the time that was supposed to and everything went as planned. Beth was waiting for me at the LAX airport. As you made your way to her car, a guy with a camera approached you and started to ask you questions about your breakup. You rarely forgot faces so you immediately recognize the man and knew he worked for TMZ. You limit yourself to answer two things: "I'm great, actually" and "I haven't and I don't intend to do it either" when you were asked if you had spoken to Jared since your two split up. You finally felt relax once you made it to Beth's house. You already had your room in her place, where it used to be the guest bedroom. You left your suitcases and handbag and grabbed your phone from your pocket to text Henry. It was 10 pm London time and Henry had been up since pretty early that morning and had to be on set the next day, so you decided to wait until the next day to let him know that your plane arrived safely and that you were ok. You spend a few hours catching up with your best friend about your entire trip to London and gave her the news about moving to London. You decided early on not to tell her over the phone, because it felt like something more serious that deserved a face to face conversation. To your surprise, she took it well. You two had been close for more than a decade and living in different countries was something hard to imagine. But she also knew you as no other person did. She understood perfectly how much you needed that change in your life and how toxic the place was for you and she couldn't blame you. She told you that she'd had moved with you there if it wasn't for her band -she was the lead guitar on an alternative rock band and thankfully they were successful-. After you finished eating the delicious scons that Henry made you went to take a bath. It felt wonderful to be cover in warm water and just rest your head on the edge of the bathtub and relax. You heard your phone ringing and reached it and carefully so it wouldn't fall into the water you looked up at the screen and saw Henry's name, you picked up immediately. - Hi! - he greeted you as soon as you answered - Hi Hen! I was going to text you earlier but I assume that you were probably sleeping so I decided to wait so I wouldn't wake you up. - you replied - Oh, that's great. That's why I was calling, I...I was worried. I don't want to sound like a controlling dude or anything, but I knew that you were supposed to land about more than three hours ago, so I got scared that something bad might had happened. Sorry, again, just wanted to make sure you were ok. I tried to sleep, but I was to worried.- he confessed and sighed. -Forgive me! I've should have texted you anyway. - you apologized - There's no need for apologies and yes, always text me to let me know you're alright, no matter the time. - I promise you. And you too, when it's your turn to fly away from me, ok? - Ok - he agreed. - What are you doing? I miss you and Kal too. - I miss my boys too. I'm taking a bath right now and after that, I'll probably I'm going to bed because I'm exhausted. It's been a long day. - You know that you're punishing me right now? -he objected - Why? - You're giving the mental picture of you, on a bathtub, naked while I'm not just in a different country, but a different continent. That's harsh woman. -he said and the last words sounded a little high pitched, which made you laughed out loud. He joined your laugh. -Sorry. I'll make it up as soon as I see you again.- you assure him. - What are you doing right now? - I'm talking to you on the phone - he replied in a playful tone - Haha, pretty funny sir. Not seriously. - I'm lying on the bed with Kal. -He made a slight pause and then continued - Honestly? I spend most of the day reliving the last few days in my head and thinking how wonderful they were...how amazing you are and how much I like you. And also I was thinking about last night - he laughed, but you knew that was not a "this is funny" laugh, but a "this is awkward" laugh.- Last night was amazing. I've never done anything like that before. I really enjoyed it. Thank you.- You smiled. He was the cutest thing in this world. - You don't need to thank me. I didn't do it just for you. I enjoyed too. And you were amazing as well. It might have been my idea, but it happened because we both wanted to. I'm surprised that you never have done it before. Do you mean the Bond thing or roleplaying? - Both. -Seriously? Wow. - you were shocked and soon enough you realized why probably he had never done it before. Clearly, he tended to be the dominant part by also is quite shy and probably thought it would look weird to ask his previous partners to roleplay. Or maybe he did it at some point and someone said no and he never tried again. That sounded like something he would do.- As long as we are together, I'll always be open to experiences. I think it's fun to try new things. It worked out great for me with London. And especially going to a birthday party of a person who I didn't know...if it wasn't for that, we wouldn't have met. -That's true. -he paused before speaking- Do you want to know something? I was not going to go to that party that night. I was tired I just wanted to take a Guinness and watch some tv next to my buddy, but Edgar and other friend convince me to go. -It's a lovely coincidence- you said and couldn't hold your smile. - Yeah. - Baby, you should rest. In a few hours you have to be on the set, right?- you questioned and for a minute only heard his breath on the other side, "he's probably asleep already" you thought. - No, I have to be tomorrow at midday. I'm only shooting two scenes tomorrow. In two days I have to start to be early in the morning. - he explained. - Oh, I see. I thought that you were already asleep since you didn't answer me. -No. I...I was processing the fact that you called me "baby".-he said, he sounded like if he was proud of that. -Did you not like it? -I love it, baby. - he replied and your heart melted.- I should probably try to see if I can sleep for a few hours. We'll talk tomorrow, ok baby? - Yes, baby, good night! Sweet dreams! - They'd be sweet dreams only if you're in them. Good night and sleep well!- he finished.