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valleyof-goldenlilies · 11 months ago

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The Heartbreak of Christmas Eve - Modern! Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Your best friend shows up at your doorstep on Christmas Eve.

Pairing: Modern! Aegon Targaryen x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: profanity, angst, p in v, cockwarming

Word Count: 1.75k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) ALL MY AEGON GIRLIES, THIS IS FOR YOU. he may be a train wreck, but we love him regardless. enjoy ;)

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

The sound of knocking at your front door was not one you’ve been expecting this evening. You had plans to celebrate Christmas Eve and Christmas on your own, since your family was travelling this holiday season. Who could it be?

Your questions were answered when you saw a dishevelled looking Aegon at the door, a sheepish expression on his weary face, a night bag in his hands. “I…I didn’t know where else to go…”

Looking at him from head to toe, taking in his pitiful state, you sighed, opening the door a bit wider to let your best friend in. “Come on in.”

You ventured to the kitchen to make Aegon a mug of tea after locking the door, just in case he was drunk again. Walking over to the couch where Aegon had made himself comfortable on, you handed him the mug. “Here.”

Aegon took it with a grateful, watery smile. “Thanks. You’re the best.” You tried not to let the words get to you. To him, it had always never meant nothing, a natural reflex in his charismatic nature, but to you, it always meant everything. It was a stupid thing, having a crush on your gorgeous, smoking hot best friend, who was the dictionary definition of the word ‘playboy’.

Just then, you heard a sniffle, and you realised with concern that his eyes were red. “Hey, everything okay?” You asked softly.

Aegon sniffled again, looking like a lost child as he hunched over his mug of tea. “Jenna broke up with me.”

Jenna had been Aegon’s latest in a series of girlfriends, and the longest lasting one at that. They had been dating for eight months now, and Aegon had really cared for her, much to your heartache. But you accepted it, as you always have, burying your feelings under the sand yet again.

“I’m really sorry, pal,” you moved into give Aegon a hug, which he melted into. Soon, you could hear sobs eliciting from his throat, as he lamented, “Why does everyone I love always end up leaving me? Am I that loathsome?”

No; you’re not, you wanted to tell him. You wanted him to know that for the longest time, you’ve loved him, much more than as a friend, and that you would never leave him, no matter what. But you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with him, knowing that he would never feel the same. And even if he did, he could never give you the stable, long term relationship that you wanted.

So you only patted his back softly, and comforted him as best as you could. “You’re not loathsome, Aegon. You’re my best friend.” And I love you. “I would always be by your side, no matter what.”

“You really mean it?” Your heart broke at Aegon’s small voice, and you pulled him into a tighter embrace. “Of course. Best friends forever, remember?”

There was a silence, and you thought Aegon hadn’t heard you, but he only let out a noisy sniffle and said lowly, “Yeah…best friends forever.”

The two of you held each other for a while, hearing the snow fall outside your window as you comforted the love of your life over his heartbreak, while your heart was breaking on the inside.

Because your apartment was small, it only had one bedroom, so Aegon had to crash with you in your bed. It was your usual arrangement, but tonight, Aegon just couldn’t sleep.

Shifting uncomfortably on the left side of the bed, Aegon turned to face you, wanting to talk to you, to do anything, but you had your back turned to him. Unbeknownst to your best friend, you were fighting your own demons, trying to console yourself for being upset over this. It was his fifth girlfriend already, and you had had to comfort him over so many things ever since you were kids, so why did this bother you so much?

Because you’re hopelessly in love with him, that’s what.

You let out a quiet huff of frustration, but the sudden weight of a warm hand across your waist made you tense up. Aegon had always been feely in his sleep, but this was not helping any of your thoughts right now.

“Aegon…?” You asked in a quiet voice, careful not to wake him if he was asleep. But then, you felt a hardness press between your asscheeks, and you stiffened. He was most definitely not asleep.

“Aegon-“ “Shh,” Aegon’s low rumble that always made your knees weak sliced through the air. You could feel his breath on your neck, as he nestled his head on your shoulder. “I just need to feel…something. Please.”

You swallowed, feeling humiliation creep up your cheeks, staining it red. “Are you serious?” Your voice was not quite your own, scratchy and fragile. You were tearing up. “Aegon, for years, I’ve stood by, being your best friend, caring for you, wanting you, loving you, never wanting for anything more because I fucking loved you, but this is how you treat me? As some rebound fuck to get over your ex?” Your voice was laced with hurt venom. “I can’t believe you.”

Aegon felt every single muscle in his body freeze as your words registered in his mind. You loved him. For so many years now.

Tears were streaming down your face by now, and you wanted to push Aegon away, but you were just so tired. So upset. You flinched when he wrapped his arm around your waist tighter. “Hey,” he said softly into your ear, making goosebumps rise up on your flesh. “Look at me.”

When you refused to turn around, Aegon sighed. He deserved as much, he supposed. “Hey, listen,” Aegon began tentatively. “I know I’m probably the world’s biggest asshole right now, and I probably will earn your eternal enmity after this, but…I love you.”

Shocked, you turned your head back slightly to face him, breath hitching as you felt his hot breath on your bare skin. “…you’re joking.”

Aegon smiled sadly, shaking his head. “I’ve never been more serious in my life. I know I’m the biggest fucking idiot ever for this, but I always buried my feelings and kept it a secret, because…” he hesitated. “Because I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. “If only I knew you had always felt this way, I would’ve said something. Why do I always ruin everything?”

A heavy silence enveloped the room, and Aegon felt his heart break as he heard you sniffle. You were crying because of him. Gods, he was just the biggest douche out there, wasn’t he?

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, stroking your hair gently, not knowing what else to do to comfort you. “I’m so sorry, love.”

Finally, you turned around, your cheeks stained with tears that were visible even in the dark. Aegon swallowed, feeling awful. He had probably just ruined your Christmas and your year. “Y/N-“

He was cut off by the press of your lips on his. Your lips were warm against him, soft and inviting and tasting of gingerbread, and Aegon, despite his initial shock, found himself returning the kiss, letting out a few grunts as his hands found your waist again. The both of you continued making out for a while, while Aegon continued wiping the tears from your eyes. He wanted you so badly. Gods, he always wanted you.

His hands slowly wandered down to your breasts, groping them, squeezing them gently, all while he continued kissing you. You moaned into his mouth as he did, making the bulge in his pants grow undeniably harder. Your hand went down to stoke his cock over his sweatpants, and he hissed into your mouth, making you smile slightly against his lips.

Gradually, your pants fell off, and Aegon’s did too, and you gasped as you felt him stretching out your pussy. You had wanted this for so long, and now you were finally experiencing it. It was still quite unbelievable.

Aegon groaned as he bottomed out in you, his grip on your waist tightening. You made to move your hips, but Aegon stilled your movements, whispering huskily into your ear. “Let’s just stay like this. I want to wake up like this, with you around me.”

A small shiver went through you at those words, and you nodded mutely, letting out a soft yawn. Aegon chuckled, brushing your hair away from your forehead and kissing you on the lips. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Aegon. And Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, love.”

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stevebabey · 2 years ago

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hiii ruby !!! congrats on ur milestone i think ur so cool and funny and ofc so so deserving :D for ❤️‍🔥 can i request forehead against forehead from prompt list 5 bc i am a sucker for it <33 thank u ily !

ahhh!!! anna you are so lovely <3 thank u sm for picking this one it opened pandoras BOX in my brain and i think this is by far my absolute favourite i've written this whole damn celebration & its bcos its, of course, friends to lovers <3 - 1.7k+

The wish is far-fetched.

You knew that from the beginning and yet, like wishes were stackable, like wishing for something over and over would improve its odds of happening, you couldn’t help yourself. Every eyelash, every time the hands of the clock line up at 11.11, you wish desperately.

Eyes scrunched closed, you wish for Steve.

You have him, of course, just not quite as you want him.

It feels selfish, the hungry feeling that rises in your chest when you look at him too long, eyes drinking in every detail you adore. Long lashes, hazel eyes, lips so pink it wasn’t fair. You want him all to yourself. These are not the usual thoughts of a best friend.

Sometimes, the yearning seems to carve out every part of you til you feel hollow inside; because you’d offer it all out to him, every piece of yourself between your cupped hands, his if he only wanted it.

You want him to want it. To want you. Badly.

So, you wish. At this point, it feels more like a habit than anything — the clock hits eleven minutes past 11 and you send a little prayer out to the universe to give you this one thing. You don’t notice how Steve notices.

He can’t quite connect the dots in the beginning, can’t see the pattern that strings together all the things he’s noticed. How from time to time, you’ll close your eyes and squint just a bit— but then, quick as it happens, it’s gone. You’ll open your eyes, look over back at him, and continue on as if nothing has occurred.

Steve doesn’t pry, even though he really wants to — the first time you notice him watching you, he raises his brows, a silent what was that? with a hope you’ll clue him in. He wants in on all your secrets. But in an instant, he can see the embarrassment creep across your features, so he drops it, waving his hand, and resumes talking, eyes back on the road ahead of him.

After a month of subtlety catching the habit of yours that he's come to cherish, the sweet scrunch of your eyes and gentle clench of your fists at your side, Steve notices the clock.

You check the clock, most of the time, before your eyes flutter closed. It happens late in the morning and close to midnight. But then again also at random intervals, at times he’s not expecting. The frustrating pattern evades him even though he’s noticing. Noticing is, infuriatingly, not enough.

It takes another month for Steve to realise you’re wishing.

He’s enamored with the habit now — especially, now he knows you’re sending little hopes, blowing on eyelashes with the fervor of a little kid. The craving to know your secrets, to be trusted with your wishes, has grown ten-fold since he first noticed. Steve notices just about everything about you now.

It’s hard not to. What started as trying to comprehend your peculiar pattern, has become... something entirely different. Steve feels helpless to do anything but admire you now. His feelings for you have become startlingly fond, borderline sappy.

The sound of your laughter and how it threads gold into his days marvels him. The colour of your eyes in the morning light. How you curl up in his passenger seat like it’s the comfiest place you’ve ever known, like you could sit there all day with him. If he asked.

He’s pretty sure his heart strayed from best friend territory the moment he figured out the wishes. Maybe, he’s fooling himself and it’s always been this way.

It’s on his mind, even as the two of you sit at the back of the Hawk theatre, some garbage Sci-Fi film flickering on the screen. Normally, the back of the cinema was unofficially reserved for couples that wanted to make-out — Steve had pulled that move on a dozen dates. Picked a cheesy romance and the cozy darkness of the back of the theatre.

This is not the same, he knows. It’s not a cheesy romance film, you’re not quite at the back, and most importantly, this is not a date.

Steve really wishes it was.

“Hey,” Your whisper shakes him from his thoughts. Steve’s gaze moves from boring into the back of the chair in front of him to your concerned face. “Y’okay?”

You’ve turned towards him, shoulders hunched over like you might disturb other people in the cinema if you’re too big. It’s silly, there’s barely anyone else in here but you and Steve. A couple people a few rows forward.

Steve nods, throat dry. You don’t look convinced, eyes narrowing for a moment as if you’ll say something when your expression shifts. You focus on something below his eye.

“What?” Steve whispers, too aware of your fixed stare. His nerves creep up, feeling a bit flushed beneath your attention. Your hand comes up, reaching out to graze across his cheek and Steve forces himself to stay still. To not melt into the touch.

“S’just an eyelash.” You whisper, still focused. Thumb moving gently as you can, you sweep the eyelash beneath his eye off his cheek. It moves an inch but remains stubbornly on his skin. You huff silently, turn his way a little more, and lean in closer to try pinch it. It takes a moment as you try your best not to pinch Steve at the same time.

When you finally snag it between your fingertips, victory comes in the form of your pleased smile. It takes another moment to realise just how close you’ve gotten to Steve. Leaned over, his breath fans over your face and you can see the film reflected in his eyes, action sequences playing far, far away.

Faintly, you think that if you had your wish already, you could lean in a few inches further and steal a kiss. You think of the eyelash in your fingertips.

The thought knocks sense back into you, blinking hard, but just as you go to pull back Steve’s eyes flash down to your lips. He licks his own, then swallows, looks back up at you. A wretched thread of hopes keeps you from pulling back just yet — desperately praying you’re not reading into nothing.

Steve doesn’t pull back. His heart has hiked so far up his throat he’s surprised he’s able to get any words out at all.

“What are you wishing for?” He croaks, too quiet. You hear it anyways.

Surprise shows on your face, lips parting and eyes widening just a moment. Steve wants you to give back the eyelash just so he can make his very own wish right now.

“How did you... know?” The last word is meek, only audible because Steve is so close. He wants to be closer. He moves an inch, recalling every single time he’s gotten the signals right in the past to keep him from losing his nerve. Tries not to think about what he might lose should he be wrong this time.

“You,” He huffs a little laugh, searching your eyes, trying to see if it’s the same hope he feels inside that he’s seeing in your eyes. “You close your eyes and wish on every 11.11. And— and eyelashes and dandelions too. You do this little squint, like you’re thinking real hard about what you want.”

Unable to help himself, Steve steals another glance at your lips as your tongue darts out to lick them nervously. His chest rises and falls a bit fast, nerves urging his pulse to run faster, faster. God, he’s nervous. Steve can’t remember ever being so nervous at the mere chance of just a kiss.

“So, what're you wishing for?” He asks again, in a whisper just for you two.

The film illuminates the side of your face, shadows dancing across the lines of your cheek. You’re beautiful, Steve thinks, achingly so. The silence twists his heart painfully. He doesn’t know you’re merely gathering your hopes to spit out the honest answer.

“You.”

You whisper the word quickly, knowing if you have a moment to think about it you’ll tuck it and all your selfish desires back away into your heart. But you ache for this moment — hunger devouring your insides with how much you want to kiss the boy before you. Enough that you’ll risk it.

It’s worth the risk.

The single word sets Steve off and he closes the distance between you in an instant, lips against yours. It’s gentle as he can manage while his heart works overtime pumping molten-hot affection into every part of his body. He feels giddy. He nearly forgets to memorise the curve of your lips, the warmth of this against his own, it feels so deliriously good to be kissing you. He thinks he’s been missing this his whole life.

You look a little dazed when Steve pulls back, lips with a sheen that catches the flashes of the cinema screen. You don’t speak, just blink and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, mind miles away. Your lack of a smile worries Steve; he feels like he could burst with how he wants to beam if this is what you want too.

He gathers his courage and presses forward again, til his forehead against yours. Tells you what he knows to be true, what you’ve been dying to hear. “You have me.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his and you give Steve a flood of relief, lips pulling into a smile. A small laugh of disbelief titters out of you, your smile transforming into a grin that betrays your utter happiness. This close, you let the want take over you and lean in to steal another kiss off his lips. He gives it to you sweetly and oh-so-willingly.

You stay this close, nose nuzzling against his, both your heads bowed to meet each other in the middle.

“I’ve been wishing on you for months,” You admit bashfully, your whisper wobbling in your embarrassment. You’re worried the enormity of your want for him will scare him off. Steve’s grin somehow gets wider, eyes somehow fonder. His voice comes out a bit scratchy, all sticky with affection.

“I think you’ve had me the whole time.”

It’s the honest truth. You’re not even mad about lost time because when he kisses you again like that, there’s no doubt that now? He’s all yours.

#DELICIO #two mutual pining besties sitting in the back of the theatreeeeee #k i s s i n g #this. i want this. i need this to happen to me #somebody SMOOCH me in ze theatre STAT #ruby writes steve #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurb!#honestly might tag this as a fic lmao #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #wahooooo

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unknownunidentified101 · 2 years ago

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𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

SCENARIO || valentines days with genshin characters ||

CONTAINS || Childe, Diluc, Yelan, Zhongli, Xiao, Wanderer, Aether, Alhaitham, Thoma, Ayato, Kazuha, Heizou and Yae miko

WARNINGS || none

CHILDE

Due to the nonstop calling of his higher officials, Childe is always home at dawn which didn’t seem to bother you at first until he started missing out on important days with the excuse he was ‘ tired’

Expecting a regular day even though the feeling of love in the air today was faint you couldn’t help but long for your boyfriend as you helplessly looked at the clock

Deciding to rest from a long day of commissions you laid down in your humble abode thinking of what to do next

Should you cook dinner? You already prepared gifts but you supposed Childe wouldn’t get his gifts until valentines was over

You were too lost in thought you failed to hear the door crack open and footsteps accompany it

“ I’m home!” You heard all of a sudden, standing up suspiciously you walked to the door

“ Ajax? What are you doing home?” You asked realising he was home earlier than expected

“ I’m sorry If you think I am late it’s like 7pm I got off work early” Childe explained as his expression turned mischievous

“ that said..you do you know what special day it is?” Childe moved closer to you, his hands accompanied with something behind his back

You act naive and shake your head, “ no…what day is it?”

“ Valentine’s Day! happy valentines Любимый!” Childe revealed a massive Bouquet of flowers behind his back, flowers that you adored

“ oh Ajax you didn’t have too!” You said speechless, embracing the man

“ it was no worries really!” Childe kissed your head in affection

“ also, we have plenty of time so how about we head out and go shopping mhmm? My treat” Childe proposed something you could never refuse

“ I love you so much” you confessed, falling for the man all over again

DILUC

Another man whose engrossed in his job, of course he is hopelessly devoted to you so he will do everything in his power to give you the love you deserve

“ closing the tavern?” You asked walking up to the bar to see your lover cleaning bottles as the tavern seemed quiet and hollow

“ looks like I will be closing soon dear , it will take me a long time” Diluc sighed a bit frustrated as you sighed frowning

“ oh…it’s okay dear, I understand” you composed as Diluc looked at you with sorrowful eyes

“ but today is a special day so.” Diluc added and quickly grabbed something under the counter

“ why not celebrate now?” Diluc pulled out special wine and two glasses just for the two of you

“ don’t you want help with cleaning the tavern?” You inquired, chuckling a little

“ I was only kidding dear, let’s celebrate now, I also have flowers back at our house to reward to you” Diluc wholeheartedly laughed

“ oh Diluc…i love you” you smiled, holding the man’s hand as he gladly enveloped it

“ I love you too, happy Valentine’s Day” Diluc kissed your hand

YELAN

Yelan was rarely home, always on missions but on some very rare occasions she would take you on missions that were not as dangerous

“ let’s tread slowly” Yelan guided you as you carefully walked through the terrain

“ I’m rather tired from all this” you yawned a little as dawn hit

Yelan let out a chuckle, “ I thought you begged to come with me?” Yelan looked at you with her alluring eyes

“ yeah, but I didn’t know we would be doing all this walking” you laughed as you continued on, following Yelan

“ trust me, we are not far from the treasure location” Yelan leaded on

You glanced in the distance seeing the sun go down and it was rather beautiful as the sunset gleamed

“ we are here” Yelan finally made you sigh and look in front of you, hoping to see a big chest for all this effort

“ this is…a table with food?” You said raising a brow as Yelan laughed

“ you think I would forget this special day?” Yelan reminded you of valentines day making you curse yourself for forgetting

“ I’m the one that should spoil you Yelan…not you, I’ll give you my gifts when we get home” you followed the women to the table

“ it’s quite alright dear, your gift to me is yourself” Yelan admired your features as you lightly scoff

“ you are so cheesy…but I love you anyway” you replied, kissing the women on the cheek as a thanks as the sunset set before you two

ZHONGLI

A man with lots of free time, as well as stories, 10/10 man for Valentine’s Day

“ are you tired darling?” Zhongli catches you lightly as your eyes strain

“ a little? You know my work” you huffed as Zhongli chuckled a little

“ you always do so much for me, how about I treat you?” Zhongli kissed your lips

“ you treating me?” You smirked, the man would never offer such gestures

“ mhmm, I just want you to follow me, can you do that dear?” Zhongli proposed as you nodded hesitantly from your tiredness

Zhongli warmly smiled and took your hand before guiding you to somewhere not so far away

You were then somehow transported to a lovely scenery as somehow you ended up high in the mountains

“ here is where…I shared many old memories” Zhongli held your hand as you walked to a stone table in the middle of a shallow lake

“ and now I can make new memories with you…[y/n]” Zhongli endeared as you stared memorised by the man’s beautiful features

“ Zhongli…I” You manage to say as you were swayed by words

“ I love you, happy Valentine’s Day” Zhongli finished as you smiled and hugged the man

“ I made some tea and food…I hope they are to your liking” Zhongli whispered in your ear as you hugged the man tighter

“ you shouldn’t have.” You sheepishly laughed at the man’s gestures

XIAO

Other than protecting Liyue, you actually looked after the man, tending to his wounds to his objections after a long day, it was how he fell for you

“ Xiao! What happened!” You gasped at the sight of blood

“ it’s not mine, don’t worry” Xiao dismissed entering your shared home

“ well…can you let me take a look to see if you have any wounds…please?” You asked as you walked to the man

“ fine.” He sternly replied as you two both went to the bathroom

•

“ how did you get all this?” You were about to lecture Xiao as he stared at your worried face

“ I…was getting something” Xiao replied hesitantly as you stared into his eyes

“ getting what exactly?” You asked curiously as the man blushed

“ um…it was this” Xiao gathered something behind his back

“ sorry it’s not in good condition” Xiao apologised as he gave you crumbled flowers, one you told him you loved

“ oh Xiao…you went all the way to get these flowers…for me?” You awed, eyes overwhelmed with the lovely gesture as Xiao avoided your gaze

“ yeah…it’s Valentine’s Day” Xiao simply replied as he then felt a kiss on his cheeks

“ happy Valentine’s Day to you too, I made you your favourite dish” you spoiled, hands embracing the man’s strained hands

“ ….thank you…I love you too” Xiao whispered enough for you to hear and smile

WANDERER

wanderer was not having it. Something about the day of love disgusted him, maybe it was because of his past that scared him but with you now, he had a new glimpse of hope

“ this is meaningless. I mean why drag me all the way here?” Wanderer crossed his arms, disgust evident in his face as he saw love was in the air

“ aw come on dear…don’t be a let down…I wanted to do something for us both” you replied frowning

“ and what’s that?” Wanderer harshly replied

“ spend time with you” you exhaustedly replied as you tried to hold the mans hand

“ this day is a waste of time” Wanderer whined, avoiding your hand

You stared hopelessly before taking a deep breath, “ I’m just going to get something for us okay?” You kissed the man’s cheek before quickly walking away

He watched as you did so, scoffing at his surroundings, what was so special about this day?

As he watched everyone he overheard a conversation between two lovers

They seemed to be in finical problems but despite that they were able to pick flowers together and love each other even without money

They were happy. And despite this something softened in wanderers heart and as he waited for you, you came back with flowers

“ here are your flowers!” You gave as wanderer stared, stunned at your gestures, you were really unpredictable to him

“ …thank you” was all he murmured before coming closer to you

“ let’s go home…I rather spend time with you there” he softly requested as you smiled to the man warmly adjusting to you

“ of course! Let’s go!” You emphasised as the man slowly grasped your hands as you two strolled back home

AETHER

Aether being from another ‘world’ was not knowledged of this ‘ special day’ so he was rather surprised when you explained the concept to him

“ oh? I seee” Aether nodded, understanding what you were trying to explain

“ is that a way of you telling me you want to spend time with me?” The man cheekily replied as you blushed a little, a bit taken back

“ well…yeah! Because it is a lovers day” you looked around you as Aether smiled

“ well Paimons accompanied with something else so we have mostly the whole day together! What would you like to do?” Aether replied holding both of your hands together

“ well I suppose…taking a walk? To clear our minds” you thought of in the moment as Aether agreed with your plans

“ sounds great! Than we can go fishing, gift shopping, fun quests, exploring or eating!” Aether planned with excitement in his eyes, something that made you allured to him

“ …are you fine with all those?” Aether noticed your lack of speech as you shook your head

“ I’m fine with anything, really!…as long as it’s with you” you confessed making the man blush furiously

“ well okay! Lets go walk and just talk everything out” Aether stood up excited as you mimicked him

“ by the way…happy ‘Valentine’s’ Day”

ALHAITHAM

A very well calculated guy, he was very unpredictable, always being unexpected when it came to your relationship with him. Plans everything but sometimes that ‘everything’ has its flaws of course .

“ I wanted to treat you” Alhaitham sat you down at a rather fancy restaurant

“ you didn’t have too. It’s not really a big thing” you smiled as you sat down after the man tucked in your chair and put the menu in your direction

“ I wanted everything to be perfect…like you” Alhaitham grabbed your hand lightly and kissed it as you blushed

“ I…” before you could finish your sentence the sound of thuds echoed throughout restaurant

You glanced over and saw a band arise out of no where and all scattered on the floor

“ are they okay!??” You questioned Alhaitham panicking. The band that fell down was meant to be background music as he gave you your Valentine’s gift but looks like they made a mistake and slipped through the staff door

“ oh it’s just a show…” Alhaitham made you avert your gaze

“ really? I hope they didn’t get hurt” you replied sympathetic as Alhaitham cursed the band for destroying the expensive instruments

“ …how come your menu says look in the chocolate” you squinted at the menu Alhaitham tried to hide

“ really!?!” Alhaitham nervously laughed as he hid it but it was already too late as the waiters came out with balloons and the whole staff

Alhaitham tried to gesture them to piss off or something as you were meant to read the menu when desert arrived

“ what are they..” you observed confused

“ happy Valentine’s Day on behalf of Alhaitham” the waiter said as Alhaitham hid his face frustrated

“ aw Alhaitham” You almost laughed in confusion

“ this was meant for after dinner” Alhaitham explained everything just for it to go all wrong as you smiled at the food placed in front of you

“ Sometimes things don’t go the way you plan…but I love you for all this thought” you blew the man a kiss as he blushed a little

“ happy Valentine’s Day”

THOMA

Although his chores seemed endless at the Kamisato estate, he still has plenty of time for you, regardless of all his work

“ rise and shineee!” Thoma chimed as he opened the curtains, the sun making you groan

“ what time is it Thoma?” You groaned and sat up

“ it’s 5am…” Thoma looked outside as your mouth almost gaped open

“ 5am?” You said speechless as the man nodded

“ do you not wake up at 5am usually?” Thoma asked, his face expressing his confusions

“ yeah” you yawned as Thoma panicked

“ oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you woke up later I’m so sorry! I just wanted to spend this day with you, go back to sleep!” Thoma gestured, panicking as you almost laughed

“ it alright Thoma! It’s fine” you yawned again as Thoma expressed worry

“ I’m really sorry…would you like to cuddle?” Thoma proposed as a apology amongst the silence between you two as you smiled gently

“ yes…” you opened your arms to the man quickly softening in your arms

“ again I’m so sorry” Thoma mumbled as you played with his hair

“ it’s alright…no need to apologise” You chuckled as Thoma snuggled into you more

“ I love you” Thoma expressed as his arms snaked around you , your eyes slowly closing

“ me too.” You answered, cuddling the man

AYATO

being filthy rich, there were no limits the man would go to for you, he was a family man after all meaning he would do everything for you

“ come in” Ayato announced as you walked into his huge office of neatly placed files

“ busy today?” You quietly asked, leaning on the door frame

“ just quite, but I’m done now” Ayato closed his documents and gazed upon you as you close the door

“ I have many plans for today” Ayato stood up, walking closely to you as he lightly kissed your hand

“ what plans?” You inquire curiously

“ eating at fancy restaurants, spoiling you with delicacies from another nation or perhaps a visit the book store?” the list went on, as it did Ayato couldn’t help but notice your dull expression

“ is something wrong darling?” He frowned at your lack of response as you sighed

“ all this is great really…all the fancy things you spoil me with, I appreciate it really! But today I just want to have a picnic or just relax at home with you…” you explained as Ayato chuckled at the request

“ really? Very well then” Ayato kissed your forehead

“ I still have some flowers though, perhaps we should get that and I’m all yours” Ayato uttered, intertwining his hands with yours

“ oh okay! Happy Valentine’s Day dear” you remembered, gleaming at the man

“ happy Valentine’s Day to you too…I love you” Ayato finalised as you two exited the room to collect the flowers

KAZUHA

Kazuha is a wanderer, it would make sense if he travelled with you and explored many situations with you and shared many poetic stories to make you blush over him

“ the wind flows beautifully, perhaps today is a special day” Kazuha reminded as you caught up to him

“ mhmm? What day” you replied confused, forgetting the importance of the day

“ a day of love perhaps?” Kazuha catches a swaying flower

“ oh I must of forgot” you almost laughed out loud as Kazuha grinned, placing the delicate flower behind your ear

“ you look as beautiful as ever my love” Kazuha teased as you reddened

“ …do you have any plans today?” You avoided the teasing as Kazuha was deep in thought

“ I was thinking of going to the beach while the ship stops for today” Kazuha mentioned Beidous ship as he also gestured to the boardwalk in front of you

“ sounds good, although it’s a far walk down” you looked down seeing below the mountain you struggled to climb up

“ do not fret. We still have all the time in the world…I can carry you down if you want anyway” Kazuha giggled making you blush even more

“ that won’t be necessary!” You dismiss your boyfriends offer

“ really now?” He couldn’t help but tease you even more as the sounds that followed were cheers and laughter

HEIZOU

he is a very fun guy once you get with him although you thought he was mysterious at first he turned out amusing to you

“ now I wasn’t going to take you somewhere you wouldn’t ‘ enjoy’ but I thought this would be a rather fun activity…just you and me” Heizou proposed as you enter a mysterious room

“ and just what is this place exactly?” you looked around confused at the strange environment

“ well it’s a escape room!” Heizou happily replied

“ an escape room?” You wowed at all the possible clues in front of you

“ yes! If you don’t like it I can call the staff to open the doors…I thought it would be a good idea” Heizou observed your face in case you showed disgust in the activity

“ well okay! Let’s look around” You took a deep breath and started to look for clues

Heizou pretended to look as well, the plan he planned so far had been going well, it was only a matter of time before you found the message

“ Heizou I think I got something!” You replied, lifting up a small box with a key hole

“ great findings! I found the key too” Heizou fooled, giving you the key

“ okay let’s see what’s inside” you called out, opening the wooden box

Inside was a folded note and upon opening it you read out the words engraved in it

“ look behind you” you read out and then hear a dispensator behind you

Turning around, it revealed a big pile of flowers

“ Heizou…” you say astonished as Heizou reached your side

“ happy Valentine’s Day my dream partner” Heizou held your hands as you almost cried from the beautiful gesture

“ I love you!” You jumped into the man’s arms as he succeeded in catching you

“ it was no worries” Heizou melted into your touch

YAE MIKO

although to this day, what she does in her free time lately is quite a mystery to you, you assumed she was making another book

“ is Yae here?” You asked the shrine maiden as you appeared at the shrine

“ yes, she is, at the back” the lady pointed to which you walked to

“ you made it!” You saw Yae waiting patiently for you, leaning on the red fence

“ your note sounded pretty urgent what’s the problem?” Your tone sounding concerned as Yae sighed

“ is it wrong for me to want to spend time with my significant other?” Yae pouted at your words

“ did you miss me?” You slyly replied as she shook her head

“ I wouldnt say…’miss you’, I would say, just wanted company” she emphasised, straightening her posture

“ if you say so…” you sighed, leaning on the fence

“ say today seems like a pretty lucky day” Yae pointed out making you raise a brow

“ wanna test out your luck perhaps?” Yae pointed to the fortune booth

“ well sure” you stood up and walked to the booth with her

“ one fortune please” you gave coins as the shrine maiden gave you a box to shake

“ well…go on” Yae miko told you to shake the box

Obeying, you did and got a stick. Hoping you were lucky today you got out the stick and read it

“ happy Valentine’s Day” you read out as Yae miko laughed

“ did you really think I would forget about this day?” She pointed out to you as you smiled

“ I have everything planned and don’t worry I will spoil you” Yae miko added on as you smiled

“ there’s no need too! I should be spoiling you!” You pouted as the women shook her head

“ since you are very tolerable…and my lover, I should do the honours, now come on now” Yae miko rushed you as you widely smiled, grabbing her hands as you two carried out a long day of plans

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bejewelledgirl · 1 year ago

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I want to know you more

Summary: You were all alone at a Christmas party getting bored to death, and silently praying for someone to come and save you from it. Well someone did - Vernon, who you're secretly but hopelessly pining over. Let’s see what the night holds for both of them...

Word count: 923

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and making out

You could vividly remember spending Christmas with your family as a kid and how fun it was. It was easily your favourite time of the year. But as you started to grow, you found Christmas to be overrated. That was the case until now….

You were currently seated in Seungcheol’s house, in a corner which was as secluded as it could be, in a Christmas party thrown by your college seniors. The house was jam- packed with people and though the party was only meant for those who went to your college, there were quite a few faces you could not recognise. The party had everything you see at a regular frat party - loud music, wide variety of both punch and alcohol, couples making out in the kitchen, bathroom - you name it. With all of your friends back at their parents’ house for the break, you felt pathetically lonely.

You did not pay attention to your surroundings though, as you were completely spaced out, pondering upon the reason for your existence.

It had nearly been two hours since you arrived, and you initially made several attempts at talking to several people but after a while your social battery was drained and you were bored to death. You were still spaced out when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned around to gaze into the familiar chocolate brown eyes, which you had started to grow fond of. It was Vernon…

He looked extraordinarily attractive in his red t-shirt under his leather jacket paired with skinny jeans and his favourite blue nike shoes. While you were busy checking him out, unbeknownst to you, he too was tracing his eyes over your figure from top to bottom. Well to be fair, you wore a black dress that perfectly accentuated your figure and he rarely saw you in such an attire.

Realising the need to say something after having embarrassingly checked him out, you cleared your throat and greeted him with a shaky voice and also wished him a happy Christmas. Vernon wished you back and added “How are you here at this time ? I thought you went back to your parents’ house like every year.”

“Well I was planning to, but then I found out that mom and dad wanted to visit my brother this time since they hadn’t celebrated Christmas together in so long. And I would feel way too guilty if they couldn’t go because of me. So here I am…” , you explained. Vernon nodded in understanding.

It was a little quiet between you two after this. You two were definitely close but not best friends. You always felt an air of uncertainty and tension when you were around him.

Vernon then rubbed the back of his head and suggested, “Should we move to the yard ? It’s a little too crowded for my taste.” You agreed immediately wanting to escape from the party as soon as possible.

There was no one other than you two, in the yard. You guys took advantage of it and sat down at the chairs. A comfortable silence had developed between the two of you while you both were gazing at the stars above. It was safe to say that both of you were glad to have found each other at the party.

You guys chatted on some more, occasionally sharing movie recommendations and opinions about music, when you felt like it was time for you to leave. You had never been a night owl and it was already almost 12. You bid Vernon goodbye and you were getting up from your seat, when Vernon got up too and took a hold of your wrist.

“Can you stay with me for a little more ?”

“I want to but don’t you think it’s too late now ? I need to work tomorrow as well.”

“It’s just that I really enjoy your company.” Vernon spoke with slight desperation in his voice and a look in his eyes you couldn’t decipher yet.

Astonished at both his confession and the look he gave you, you couldn’t hold yourself back and said “Please don’t look at me like that. It gives me false hope.”

Vernon replied back with a cheeky smile, “Why do you think of it as false hope ? What if I actually like you? What if I want to know you more? What if I want to get closer to you ?” He was gasping for breath now as he had said all of that in one breath.

“Wait are you…” you couldn’t finish before Vernon spoke again, “Yes I want to take you out on a date. I want to do all those things that couples do but only with you. That is, if you let me…” He finished the last sentence with a slight hesitation.

After a moment, you answered with a grin, “All right, but on one condition - we must watch all the movies you recommended today …. together.”

Vernon couldn’t help but let out a giggle, “Of course, anything for you princess.”

Vernon walked you home that night despite you insisting that you’d be fine alone and that it was not far. You guys held hands on the way with blush looming on both of your cheeks. When time came for you to say goodbye to him, you weren’t sad or bitter like you usually were when you had to leave Vernon as you knew that the story of you two had just begun. And you couldn’t wait for what the next day held in store for you two.

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riddlevries · 10 months ago

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lorenzo berkshire x slytherin reader !

written by @riddlevries ! do not copy !

drunk text.

yesterday, drank way too much and stayed up too late

“c’mon this is your sixth one, pansy” i said as i tried to stop her from drinking. the short haired girl pushed my hands away, wanting to drink more and more. we were celebrating slytherin for beating gryffindor in quidditch and the atmosphere in the room was so stuffy I could hardly breathe. even in this state, i couldn’t help but to think about him. lorenzo berkshire. the man that i’ve loved even before i knew his name. lorenzo berkshire, known for his gentleman behaviour despite being in slytherin. my eyes wander around the common room and almost instantly i spotted him. he was shining, without having the lights on him he was shining. he was laughing with his friends and gosh, he looks gorgeous.

started to write what i wanna say

knowing i don’t have the courage to go and tell him face to face, i took out my phone and pressed on our chat. i vividly remember our first conversation in which he texted me for the potions homework. it was short and simple but i was over the moon that out of all the other people he could’ve texted, he chose me. i typed my feelings towards him even though i know i will never have the chance to even get his attention.

deleted the message but i still remember it said

feeling pathetic, i began deleting the paragraphs i wrote for him. pansy who happened to take a look at my phone said something that will change how i feel towards lorenzo. “i remember draco saying lorenzo once sent a drunk text to a girl, the text seemed like he really adores her” she said while glancing at him.

i wish i was who you drunk texted at midnight

imagine being the girl that received lorenzo’s drunk text. it must be nice, having the most perfect guy to drunk text you sweet messages. it was at this moment that i realise i have no chance with him. of course i don’t, he’s perfect and i am just.. me.

wish i was the reason you stay up till 3, and you can’t fall asleep, waiting for me to reply

“he must’ve really like that girl” i said to pansy. she nodded, “i heard he also stayed up late waiting for her response. don’t you think that’s very cute?”. i nodded even if my heart disagrees with pansy out of jealousy. i turned my gaze back to lorenzo and it seemed like the time had stopped. he was looking at me. not the one second glance, but full on looking at me. we held the eye contact for what seemed like hours until i broke it off feeling my heart ache. not wanting to hurt myself more, i decided to go back to the dorm. this has been a long night and i needed a rest. i informed pansy and walked straight to my dorm without looking back at lorenzo.

i wish i was more than just someone you walk by

i laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. why can’t i be the girl he likes? why can’t i be more than just his classmate who he often walks by in the corridors? even our smallest interactions like nodding slightly at each other while passing by or him apologizing because he accidentally bumped into me got me thinking about it all day long.

wish i wasn’t scared to be honest and open, instead of just hoping

maybe if i wasn’t so shy or nervous around him, i could build up the courage and talk to him. maybe if i wasn’t so scared, we would be closer. maybe if i wasn’t scared to talk about my feelings towards him, we would be more than what we are right now. but that’s all just a maybe.

you’d feel what i’m feeling inside

i wish i could hate him. i wish i could hate him for making me like this. for making me unable to sleep thinking about him. for making me lose focus on my classes. for making me question myself. i wish i could hate him and make him feel how i feel about him. but i can't hate him, and i never will despite him making my life miserable by just existing.

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thesweetroro · 21 days ago

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Heya! I was wondering would you mind doing Honey, Trois, Samon, Kiji, and Upa meeting their girlfriends ex?

(Im low key missing this up because i didn’t know what to make the ex a bad or fine person,but i picked the bad one because it could be fun seeing them bully your ex, anyway thanks for requesting love, and im sorry to be late i hope you like and that’s all! enjoy now ,bye~💋)

꩜ Request 🩰 .

── .✦ 🎠 5-3

── .✦🏷️ the inmates + guard

ꪆৎ

. ݁₊ ⊹ 🍯. ݁˖ . 🎯݁༉‧₊˚.(Honey)

I think the first time he have met your ex was on the week before your birthday,he wasn’t expecting anything from it because you’r family and friends came like this every year a week earlier because they won’t be able to celebrate with you.

As usual he came with you because sometime your parents also check on him or wanted to say hi when you were walking to the meeting room you opened the door and closed it so fast honey was surprised And he asked you immediately “ what happened?” you couldn’t reply but he could see you shaking in your place what’s got him even more worried you must’ve saw something in there.

He gently hugs you and ask you again what’s wrong , but he also told you to take your time until you feel relaxed enough to tell him when you finally got out of your bubble you looked up at him and told him that the person and there wasn’t either one of your family or friends he was surprised because who else would it be?.

Then when you told him it was your ex you could swear that you never saw that expression on his face before his hand grabs tightly around your shoulder he was getting quiet pissed you can hear his breathing is getting deeper he told you then to wait outside that he wants to come in.

You let him does what he wants because you weren’t really ready to talk to your ex You already knew when honey is upset that it won’t end so well but who cares your ex deserved it anyway.

I am pretty sure what he says was on the line of “ how could a pathetic piece of shit like you hurt someone like her you’re not even a man that you claim to be and you have the nerve to show your face here after all of these years but luckily for you I’m here because you look like you need someone to kick your soul out of your body and be glad that there is a glass between us because if I wanted it to spend any more years here would’ve thrown these ashes to every inch of your body that’s any doctor would never be able to get a single one out”

You didn’t hear much but you know how it goes he got out eventually after 10 minutes of shouting and your ex was silent to protect a little bit of his Dignity.

And before honey was out he told your ex-boyfriend that you are his now so he should get out of your way before he make his life a living hell and then he grabbed your hand and walked away.

°˖𓍢ִ໋ 🔧✧°🥐.⋆(Trois)

His first time meeting your ex was when kiji told all of you that there is a new guard and guess who was the new guard is? That abusive criminal that should’ve been in jail instead of you and now he gets to be the hero ?.

It wasn’t rare or usual that there is new guard in their building every now and then so they were a little curious so when the new guard arrived they went to have a chat with him of course with a permission from kiji and then when you all saw his face you were the one to turn away so fast so your ex at least went recognise you because he doesn’t change at all but you did thankfully he didn’t but when all of you were saying your names recognised you.

He immediately wanted to get his hand on you thankfully trois realised that earlier and grabbed his hand asking him what’s the problem? He didn’t answer because he knows what he was going to do wasn’t needed or necessary when he finally got off you trois looked at you and then told you “well that was weird wasn’t it? Did you do somethi-“ let before he continues his question he saw the look in your eyes he wasn’t stupid he knew that something was wrong and you only let that face out when you are freaked out or scared almost about to panic so he cups you gently in his arms as he asked you “hey hey what’s wrong baby what happened did he scare you do not usually scared of new people?”.

You couldn’t answer you were shaking and all of your memories of him abusing you got back into your little head all you could do is hug him and cry in his arms what’s gotten him worried and then honey turned back to both of you rolling his eyes saying “you guys should get a room” that was before he realised you were crying he felt bad and was surprised as his eyes widen he asked “ hey I was joking it’s not that big of a deal are you okay?” as he looked at trois both of them were confused but they didn’t want to pressure you any further so you guys went back to your cell.

Honey got out so the both of you could have talk and feel comfortable enough , trois turned to you as he run his hand up and down your back comforting you until you relaxed then he asked you what happened when you told him everything he felt sick to his stomach he felt like he was the reason that you saw your ex and didn’t do anything and he almost let that man touch you again he promised you that everything is gonna be fine and hugged you and told you that you don’t have to see that man ever again and thought he will handle it himself.

He let the first day passed so he could have a talk with him the next day He waited until the night giving him dirty looks all day and finally everyone was asleep he got you to bed then slowly got out of the cell following after the guard until he got an a little room far away from the guardians office trois waited patiently until he got in then he also got in after him locked the door behind him and got his tools out of his bucket “well well well, what do we have here isn’t it good to put use on a rat like you instead of letting you dirt every other woman with your hands huh?” after that day the guard was always afraid of trois and wasn’t able to walk for while until he finally left the job.

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𐙚‧₊˚🐉✩ ₊˚🏯⊹♡(samon)

The first time meeting your ex was when he got someone new from building 13 with rock and the others to start training he never saw that coming but the guy lowkey looked like rock in the body they must’ve been friends or something he was just walking by and making sure they were all doing their training and all of the sudden you came back from your office for lunch break you took your lunchbox and your boyfriend lunchbox and walked out he hugged him from behind and gave him the lunchbox you told him it’s time for lunch break and asked him what he was doing he replied “ well nothing much the usual checking on them since there is the new guy”.

You turned to him and asked him who is the new guy then he pointed at your ex-boyfriend you were shock froze in your place to see his face again His hand having a tattoo of your name on it you removed your tattoo long time ago and seeing him still have your name on his makes you want to scratch your skin out of your hand you didn’t want to make it a big of a deal especially in front of samon so you answered with a little “mhmm..” but your breath was slower and you were nervously shaking obviously samon didn’t notice that in the first time but when he saw your hand grabbing your lunchbox as you were shaking he knows something was wrong .

He grabbed your hands and went with both of your lunch far away from there you didn’t know what to do or say you just followed him quietly until he got you to empty room and put both of your boxes away and set you on the table as he got between your legs and blocked you deeply in the eyes saying “ so what was that what happened and don’t try to fool me I know when something is wrong with you so what is it?” when you try to look away he got his hand on your chin and turned your face back to him “come on baby you are not running away from this”.

You thought it was stupid it was silly to say such a thing or explained the situation he know before what’s your because you’ve told him but saying that the new guy is him is a little messed up so you tried to lie about anything else but he knew that you are lying and he didn’t let you go away with it so when you finally told him everything he felt it like it is a punch in the stomach.

You that stupid pumpkin head? He have the nerve to write your name on his body while he was the one too make you hate your own body and your body he doesn’t know anything about love or appreciation he got to have you all these years before Samon and all he did is to harm you? Oh he was not gonna go easy on him not at all .

he was Matt even furious but thankfully that guy was still there so he could teach him some lessons he asked you to go with him and told you to sit on the chair as he changed his clothes and walked to the Training Square then asked the new guy in a fight everyone else was surprised because usually inmates are the one to ask Simon to fight when your ex agreed agreed to the fight oh dear he doesn’t leave a muscle free fair enough to say that your ex lost everything you his muscles and almost his skin that had your name tattooed on it.

ೀ🪞 (kiji)‧ ˚💄 ⊹˚. ♡

(Am i too lazy to make i new idea? yes)

You and kiji worked together for a long time, and since both of you did a great job with everything you never thought a new guard would be needed and so does him , until one day that new guard was finally there you were happy because if there is some one to do th job for you that means you’re free to do whatever you like! and even take the day off if you wanted,but as you you get out with kiji to meet the new guy you are usually interested in meeting new people but little did you know.

when you opened the door to walk out you saw the new guard he was fast as you are and recognised you ,you noticed the smile on his face oh God you hated that smile because you know what’s behind it is nothing more than A sick in the head person he wasn’t smiling because he met you he was smiling because he finally got to see you again and now he would like to get revenge from you for leaving him He thought that you are as weak as you were before to him but then you didn’t let him go away with it you grabbed his hand and kicked him to the ground.

He was surprised and tried to get up and come for you again that’s with all these noises Kiji got out of his office seeing what happened as he looked at you painting the new guard down with discussed in your eyes he immediately run to you grabbed your hands gent asking you what’s wrong and what are you doing was surprised it wasn’t like you at all and unless he did something stupid he backed up a little and then got to the new guard offering him hand so that he would get up but instead he slapped kiji’s hand away telling him how harmful you are “she’s crazy she tried to attack me out of nowhere!”.

kiji knew better than trusting him so he blazed his eyes on your ex face then turn to you “is it true?” you replied while you were looking into the ground hiding your tears in your eyes with your voice cracking and your thumb shaking “h-HE KNOW WHAT HE DID!” kiji then turned to your ex. “Are you willing to tell the truth or I have to check the cameras?”.

and of course you’re weak ex didn’t tell the truth so he checked the camera there wasn’t much what he did because he just was going close to you and grab you couldn’t stand by your side but he turned to you and asked you what’s wrong because he didn’t do anything didn’t want to look like this stupid situation so told him everything and you know he was going to attack you so you did this to protect yourself in the middle of your tears , his heartached and his tone soften as he got closer and hugged you apologising for making you feel even hurt and not trustful.

He then promised you that he will show that little bastard The worst days of his life and put him in his place Kiji knew exactly where to through the piece of shit in.

(I didn’t really think of what he would do so i’ll leave it for you and if you got anything in mind be free to share it in the comments please !)

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⊹ ࣪ ˖🧧୭˚. ᵎᵎ🧘🏻(Upa)

First time meeting was on the new year competitions this year there was a new Building to share and building 5 was included too, you weren’t in building 5 or the other one you were on building 13 with nico cheering Upa up before his fight, as everyone sat on the stage supervisors , inmates, out of nowhere your ex’s cell was sitting on the middle between you and Upa as you shared talk with your inmates you felt a big Shadow covering the sun on you from behind and ofc your first reaction was to look up

but begin you did that you felt a hand on your chin left your face up and a deep voice you know “well well well~ isn’t it a surprise seeing you here little princess?” he tightens your hair from the roots as you screamed and Upa noticed something was off “you miss me you little slut?!, oh of course you did why would i ask such a que-!“ before he could continue rock slap his hand as uno pulled you back rock turned to you and said “y/n do you know this guy?” you’r ex looks at you and laughs saying “oh im sure she does, unless she wants to be putting in her place!” and Upa didn’t waste any time with understanding anything he could care less.

“Rock leave him for me, i know exactly what he wants” Upa says, Rock answers “you sure? i can help you with him because she’s still our friend im not forgiving his pace of shit..” Rock spits ,Upa said “i mean i won’t mind but the fight is starting any time soon” Rock laughed and kicked the guy down the ring “good luck” as Upa followed him and kicked every single part out of his body.

As the fight was over Upa won with shaky breath and sweat, he looked at you, the the fear in your eyes was gone now you felt saved and warmed like you never felt before you waited for him patiently until he got out of the ring you hugged him gently crying in his arms thanking him and complementing him telling him now what’s really got into you who is that guy was he was so glad that he didn’t waste time on asking you before and already punched the shit out of him But then he hold your face in his hands and swiped away your tears kissing your forehead and telling you that you are safe now and that bastard will never lay hand again on you.

thank so much for reading and requesting im finally done with my exam i have the next week off

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subastian-swallows · 1 year ago

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Dark Whispers, Light Vows

CHAPTER FOUR: DREAM OF ME

★ Chapter three

Pairing: Dark!Sebastian x AurorMC x AurorOminis - Love Triangle Fic

Words: 6k

Warnings: Just Angst, really

Summary: “In a race against time, (Auror’s) Alice and Ominis must work together to recapture their former friend Sebastian, an escapee from Azkaban. But when Sebastian begins to use a mysterious new form of magic to haunt Alice’s dreams, she’s torn between bringing him to justice or helping him escape, risking everything in the process. Love, friendship, and the battle between light and dark intertwine as Alice must decide which path she will take.”

A/N: Hello readers, I am sorry LMAO! That's all I can say, my writing has been taking the back burn lately, I am on holidays and recently celebrated my five year anniversary with my partner...SO FORGIVE ME.

"If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice." — Neil Peart

Alice’s head pounded. It felt as if she had been trampled by a herd of Centaurs, unable to string together a single thought from the night before and she could no longer tell—whether it was from how much she drank or how long she had cried. But what could be said, was just how horrible she now felt in this moment and as her hand quickly reached to cover her mouth—Alice slipped off the bed and grabbed for the bed pan. The slow ache in her stomach now, almost resembled the sensation of someone twisting a knife into her side and so she could do nothing more but clutch the bed for support. It was clear as day that she was feeling miserable because of her own choices and yet, a part of her wanted to blame Sebastian—because blaming him was easier than dealing with her foolish decisions.

Emptying out whatever was left in her stomach, Alice slumped against the bedpost and tried to recollect what had happened—her thoughts still unclear as she attempted to sort through them. She remembered the letter, which now sat crumpled and more ripped against the bedside dresser, she remembered the firewhiskey, which now made her stomach churn at just the thought—but it was when she recalled how the night ended, that Alice’s head twisted much too fast, to look towards the bed. Reaching up to place her fingers against her lips, as the sudden realisation of what had happened quickly filled her head—Alice couldn’t recall Ominis’ reaction and she groaned, pushing her face into the tousled blankets which had begun to slip off the side.

It felt as if she had done something wrong, or perhaps simply used the excuse of her drunken state to allow herself a moment of happiness and yet, she knew it might have screwed things up. But she still didn’t regret it. Something that she would soon realise, would only get her into trouble, except it was almost as if she didn’t have it in her to care anymore. Ominis had been the stability she needed, never too far, in case she required his support—and although she never wanted him to feel indebted to her, almost as if he owed her something. Alice quickly realised that he did it, simply because he loved her and perhaps that was worse.

She didn’t mean to hurt him and truthfully, deep down, she knew there was a part of her that wanted to allow Ominis into her heart—to give herself willingly to him, like he had done for her. But, like a disease, which slowly seeped its way through the body, hindering all of her functions—Sebastian simply refused to leave, attaching himself to every part of her, that was too weak to stop it. And so, Ominis was in constant battle with someone not physically there and perhaps, that had already set him up to fail. Except, it seemed that he had never planned on giving up and it was as if he could not love another, the way he loved her—and so, he decided to play this foolish waiting game. He would wait until his last breath left his body if she asked him to and Alice felt a mixture of gratitude and guilt—both morphing into one another and doing nothing but causing her to hate herself.

Alice would have loved nothing more, than to hide away all morning, burying herself among the blankets. But Ominis would never have let her and perhaps, a part of her was grateful for it. He was always there, ready to pick up the pieces and eventually it just got too easy, Alice found herself almost obsessed with the idea that Ominis was willing to do just that. And yet, although she knew it was cruel holding onto someone’s love like she did, unsure with whether or not she could ever return his feelings and more—Alice still just couldn’t let him go. Feeling her head begin to spin again, as if she was about to vomit once more, her thoughts were cut short—when the door clicked and despite her poor attempt at trying to compose herself, Alice reaches for the bed pan again, the same time Ominis steps into the room.

“Alice? Are you alright?” Ominis asked, his hand quickly finding its way to her lower back, rubbing it just hard enough to make some sort of difference and when Alice attempted to push him away—Ominis simply ignored her and continued to draw circles against her back. “You should have listened to me when I told you to stop.”

“Where’s the fun in that, Ominis—besides, this is only a slight hiccup.”

Ominis shook his head when Alice whined and leant over the bed pan again, before he smiled slightly at her misfortune—now rubbing her back a little softer as she seemed to be feeling better. He hadn’t really been paying attention to the fact he was touching her the way he was, until she finally pushed away from him. “Forgive me, I just heard it helps—the rubbing…”

“Why must you apologise for everything,” Alice said, her voice a little hoarse from throwing up and so she slips out her wand to clean up her mess, before turning to see Ominis resting against the side of the bed. She wasn’t trying to start an argument, but she couldn’t hide the fact that it was something she was curious about. “Doesn’t it get tiring?”

“I don’t apologise for everything, you know. Just when it comes to you.”

Alice hummed and pushed back to rest against the bed, attempting to brush off his comment—but it was almost impossible when Ominis said it so forwardly and so Alice ended up nudging him awkwardly, trying to make it playful. “Well—shouldn’t you apologise for barging in on me, then? We might be friends, but I am a woman first…what if I was getting changed.”

“Alice, you do know that we shared this room—right?” Ominis said, resting his arms against his knees as he fiddled with the ring on his pointer. His expression hadn’t changed from the small teasing smile he had since entering the room and when Alice shifted slightly at his comment—Ominis chuckled softly. “So, technically speaking, I have every right to walk into our room. But you’re right, forgive me.”

“You know, apologising after the fact—doesn’t actually fix things.”

Alice’s thoughts suddenly returned to the night before, but more importantly to the kiss they had shared. Had she done more—she didn’t remember getting that drunk, or perhaps she just didn’t remember anything but getting drunk and so she cringed, resting her head back against the bed. After a short moment of silence, Ominis turned slightly to gently raise her head. “But it is a start—and besides, you always seem to forgive me? So, I suppose it’s just a full circle.”

“A full circle—what a charming representation of our friendship, Ominis,” Alice said, nudging him softly as if he wouldn’t understand her teasing, except it seemed he had been prepared for it—grabbing her hand, before she had a chance to playfully hit him. She always admired how quick he was, but it was also quite frustrating. “You still should be careful slipping into a room with a woman, who isn’t your wife. You know better than anyone that rumours spread like wildfire.”

“Well, considering I practically carried you back to the room last night—I wouldn’t be surprised if rumours have already begun to spread.”

Alice tensed up at his words, while the hand he was still holding grew limp. She had been so focused on how she felt in the matter and on how it might have strained the already strange relationship she had with Ominis, that she didn’t think about who might have seen them. It wasn’t like she was ashamed of it, no, truthfully she just didn’t like the way gossip followed them—she barely could figure out her own feelings, without having rumours pushed on top of them. Alice was jealous of Ominis in this department. He cared little for gossip or idle chatter about his secrets, always waving it off as if it was nothing—something Alice could never do.

Slowly attempting to slip her hand free from his grasp, Alice hummed softly, almost positive that Ominis wasn’t going to let go—until his smile softened and he did. His hand lingered slightly in the air, only for a moment, before he dropped it and turned to rest it against his knee again as she pouted. “It seems now that I must apologise, Ominis. I shouldn’t have gotten so drunk.”

“We don’t need to talk about it, Alice. Like you said you were drunk, we can just leave it at that.”

“But—I don’t want to leave it at that,” Alice said, subconsciously reaching forward to grab his hand, only to squeeze it lightly and yet, Ominis simply hummed and shrugged her away—Alice now exhaling as she twisted her body to face him properly. “We should talk about it, right?”

Ominis chuckled softly and turned to face her, his hand reaching slowly to tuck a strand of hair, which had fallen before her face—behind her ear, something he only realised, by the sound of Alice attempting to blow it away. The simple act caused her to freeze up slightly, as she swallowed hard. “And talk about what exactly? I don’t know what you expect me to say?”

“Right, of course. Feign ignorance and pretend it didn’t happen, because that makes everything better.”

“So how should I react to last night, Alice? Did you want me to storm in here and demand you tell me if it meant something?” Ominis asked, exhaling softly as Alice suddenly stood up and so he quickly followed. He hadn’t come here to fight over last night and what it did and did not mean—all he came to do was to make sure she was alright and so he reached for her arm. “We kissed—well, you kissed me. That’s it. We don’t need to make this a big deal.”

Alice nodded slowly, pulling away from him. She didn’t enjoy the way he was just glossing over everything, but could she blame him? The kiss was merely a drunken slip up, nothing more—and the sooner she drilled that into her own head, the easier it would be to believe. “You’ve always got to make things professional don’t you, Ominis? I suppose that's what makes you a better Auror—emotions come second, right?”

Ominis had no idea what Alice wanted from him. It was as if she had completely forgotten she had spent last night getting drunk over another man and now she was upset, he didn’t want to talk about their kiss. And it wasn’t because he wished to forget about it, no, because that would have been too easy—classified as the normal response to a drunken mistake, no instead, Ominis would have loved nothing more than to kiss her again and again. But he knew that it wasn’t fair, to him or to her and so pretending that it didn’t affect him in any way—was the best he could do, because if she begged hard enough, he might not have been able to stop himself from pushing her against the bed.

The silence that filled the room was enough to make them both tense now and so Alice no longer wished to hesitate—reaching for the crumpled letter and moving to open the bedroom door in a quick, clean swing. She perhaps had just hoped to slip away for the morning, give them space, before they had to continue their search and truthfully—Alice just needed time to think about everything. However, what she wasn’t expecting to see as she swung open the door was Poppy Sweeting—the new Beasts Professor at Hogwarts and old friend, standing at the top of the staircase with her hand halfway up in the air, as if she was about to knock.

“Poppy Sweeting?”

“Ah, if it isn’t the infamous Alice Dumont—it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Poppy said, dropping her hand quickly and before Alice could even react, perhaps too shocked to do so, Poppy simply chuckled softly and pulled the bewildered Auror into her arms. It was clearly something Alice didn’t know she needed, until she was wrapped tightly in Poppy’s arms and when she eventually returned the hug, Poppy was quick to smile. “Now, you better have a good reason as to why you’ve been ignoring my owls.”

Alice hummed softly and pulled back from Poppy. It was impossible to deny that she wasn’t guilty of ignoring a few letters here and there and perhaps more than she should have. But you see, overtime it just became increasingly easier to pretend they didn’t exist, allowing them to clutter her desk and eventually they stopped coming. “Would you believe me, if I said that my owl…got lost on its way to you?”

“For an experienced Auror, I would have hoped you’d be a better liar.”

It was Ominis who laughed, cutting off any chance for Alice to refute Poppy’s claim and when Alice quickly turned to scowl at him, even though he could not see it—her eyes glanced up almost automatically, when he towered over her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You must forgive my ability to recall memories, Poppy, but if I’m not mistaken Alice has never been good at lying—”

“Says the man that believed anything I told him?” Alice said, shrugging off his hand and turning just in time to see him roll his eyes. But Ominis couldn’t deny her words, because it was more than just simply being tricked into thinking a certain way—no, it was purely just because he would gladly accept anything she said, no matter how foolish. “But, that can be left for another day to unpack—right now, I wish to make up for lost time…if you will allow for it, Poppy?”

“How could I possibly deny such a request—you both must join me for breakfast.”

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The walk down to the lower level of the Three Broomsticks wasn’t a particularly long one, but it was welcomed—as if Alice just needed a moment of silence, except it wasn’t truly silence, at least not with Poppy around again. She had forgotten how much her friend liked to talk, but more importantly, how quickly she liked to flip back and forth through things that excited her—and Alice just enjoyed listening to her. It became apparent that she had missed a lot, Poppy pulling her towards a booth in the back, before Alice looked back and noticed Ominis had disappeared. She wondered if he was upset with her and yet, when Poppy squeezed her hand—Alice turned back to see her big brown eyes, watching her curiously and so she frowned.

“I couldn’t help but notice that the two of you shared a room last night,” Poppy said, letting go of Alice’s hand to move into the booth, tapping the table as if she was requesting Alice to sit and when she finally did—Poppy grinned eagerly, leaning against the table, desperate for the details. “Has something finally happened between you two? I had hoped, it would have been sooner—but now is better than…not at all.”

“I have no idea what you’re insinuating, Poppy. But, nothing happened between us.”

Alice lied, because lying was easier than describing whatever it was she had with Ominis and as she reached forward to grab a paper napkin, slowly ripping it apart—Poppy hummed, not at all believing her. Truthfully, it was a known fact that many of their friends had placed bets on her relationship with Ominis and many of them felt confused by Alice’s reluctancy, well—all except Poppy. “Alice, you do know…that it’s not wrong for you to move on and be happy, right?”

“It doesn’t always feel like that though, does it?” Alice said, crumpling up the half torn napkin in her hand, before she attempted to ease the tension with a forced smile—one that Poppy realised was fake almost immediately and rolled her eyes at. Alice however, ignored it and focused on the pieces of napkin against the table. “Perhaps, it’s Merlin’s way of punishing me—or I suppose, I simply just need to make up my mind.”

“And why don’t you? I mean, Alice—is it truly a hard choice? Does Sebastian…even stand a chance now?”

Looking up from her hand, Alice suddenly felt Sebastian’s letter grow heavy in her pocket and she hummed softly as she flattened the rest of the napkin against the table. Perhaps Poppy was right—Sebastian was no longer part of her life and everything just felt intense and confusing again, because of resurfaced memories. But even with common sense, trickling in and Poppy’s words ringing true, Alice could only think about the letter and if Sebastian’s words still had any truth to them. “It should be that easy, but—oh Poppy, do you really want to talk about my dilemmas with love? I would rather hear about the new Beasts Professor.”

“You and I both know, that’s the last thing I want to talk about,” Poppy said, reaching forward to grab Alice’s hand, keeping it still against the table—before she could pull away and Poppy leaned down to peek up at Alice. It was clear that Poppy had no other motivation, but to learn about Alice’s feelings surrounding Sebastian—and more importantly why she was being so foolish. “Tell me something Alice, are you truly stuck in the middle—or perhaps, are you leaning to one side?”

“I thought…I was slowly reaching a point where I could choose—openly, without the gnawing sensation of lingering feelings. But, now I am not sure.”

Alice smiled sadly now, her eyes finally lingering away from their hands as Poppy slipped free and sat back against the booth—barely needing to wave the barmaid down for drinks, before two cups of coffee were sent over. The warmth from the cup was enough to draw a lengthy exhale from Alice, until she quickly lifted it to her lips and took a sip—Poppy swiftly doing the same, as if to think over her response. It must have appeared to be more obvious now. The foolishness of her inability to choose, to give her heart to Ominis and yet, no matter how much others told her—how she told herself, the choice was never up to her on whether Ominis would stay. The choice was always his.

“Will you humour me with something, Alice?” Poppy asked, her question breaking Alice from her thoughts as she nodded, barely even acknowledging that she could be agreeing to anything. And yet, Alice didn’t need to fear what she might be asked, knowing full well that Poppy knew when to reel it back with her questions and so she placed her cup against the table—and looked up. “You’re confused, right? Since Sebastian is back—which is completely valid, might I add. But think of it this way, when you see a life with Ominis…what do you see?”

“Well, I suppose with Ominis I see—comfort, warmth…and the feeling that my worries will eventually just melt away and all I’ll be surrounded with is stability.”

Poppy smiled, perhaps too eager at the thought of Alice and Ominis, hidden away from the world in their little bubble and she hummed softly—placing her own cup down against the table. Even Alice couldn’t deny her words sounded welcoming, as if she was trying to convince herself and yet, maybe a small part of her knew she didn’t need to. “And, what of Sebastian? What do you see when you think about life with him? A life with the version of him now and not the one that you knew?”

“With Sebastian…? Well, I haven’t really thought about it,” Alice said, resting back into her side of the booth as she looked away from Poppy, just for a moment—as if just by saying his name he would appear and she pouted, looking back. Poppy must have realised her hesitancy and reached forward to grab her hand, the act alone making Alice smile awkwardly. “I suppose, it would be a life full of danger…and passion, but one where I lose everything—I’d constantly be on edge, just waiting for the day it ends.”

“Now, that’s two very opposite life’s you could live, but the real question is, Alice—which one do you actually want?”

Alice looked at Poppy for some time before she hummed and slipped her hand free, bringing both now to her face—rubbing her temples as if it was the hardest decision in the world. And truthfully it was a little foolish, perhaps even incredibly foolish—considering she hadn’t seen Sebastian in years and to fantasise over ‘what if’s’ now seemed rather insane. Lowering her hands, Alice laughed softly, mainly at herself. “This all doesn’t matter though does it, Poppy. He’s no longer in my life—”

“Then why the need for a decision? Why are you so afraid to give yourself to Ominis?” Poppy asked, pulling out her wand and tapping her cup to refill it—before she placed it against the table. She couldn’t comprehend why Alice was still allowing Sebastian to hold onto her heart, as if she was not allowed to love another and Although Poppy knew well of everything they had been through—Ominis had been there too. “You’ve thought about him as more than a friend, right? More than a colleague? It’s obvious, he has thought about you as something more.”

“It’s complicated, Poppy—”

A sudden commotion from outside, caused Alice’s words to falter to a complete silence, before she twisted in her seat to watch the inn’s door swing open. It was only a glimpse, but it was enough and when she swiftly stood up—Poppy followed. Ominis had what appeared to be a young boy, by the scruff of his neck as he attempted to squirm from his grasp. Alice and Poppy glanced at each other just as quickly as they made it outside and when they reached the scene—which had now donned a crowd, Ominis seemed unfazed and Alice was almost positive he wore a smirk.

“What’s your problem! I told you I’ve got nothing in my pockets,” the boy quipped, his hands desperately clawing at Ominis’ hand. It seemed to be doing little but cause him to hold on tighter and when Alice stepped towards him—the boy pointed to her. “Hey lady! Help me out, this blind fool is making things up!”

Alice looked up at Ominis, whose eyes flicked towards her—as if he sensed her hesitation and his smile softened. Moving closer and pulling out her wand, the crowd gasped in unison as the boy seemed to do nothing, but squirm harder. “Do you not know who this is, boy? Does he look like the type to stop you, without reason?”

“I ain’t done nothing!”

“Well then, you wouldn’t mind if I emptied out your pockets, yes?” Ominis asked, clearly already onto the boy’s pathetic tricks, attempting to pull at the heartstrings of those around him—wishing to be let go and when Alice smiled, flicking her gaze to Ominis, his smile seemed to have grown. But despite the confidence that oozed off the pair, the boy was adamant on holding his ground and refused. “Just one tap of my wand and your secrets will spill. So—why don’t you do us all a favour and just confess.”

The crowd seemed to be unsure what to think now, seeing a grown man grabbing the scruff of a young boy’s neck—but no one dared to step forward, perhaps too afraid of Ominis’ reaction if they did so and so they simply watched on with curiosity. Alice seemed to notice this quicker than Ominis, or perhaps he just didn’t care—and so she stepped forward and tapped the boy's legs with her wand. In an instant, trinkets of all sizes, potion bottles, sweets and anything else you could think of—came spilling out of the boy’s pants and quickly began to clutter the ground around them, the crowd now gasping at the revelation.

“An extension charm on your pockets, I’m a little impressed,” Alice said, reaching up to place her hand against Ominis’, who happily dropped the boy and as if she already knew he was going to try and run off—Alice swiftly casted incarcerous and the boy fell to ground, with a great thud. “Ah—you will need to try harder than that. Ominis, have the proper authorities been sent for?”

“They’re on their way now.”

Alice smiled and looked down at the boy who seemed to have been cursing them beneath his breath and yet, had clearly given up on struggling—knowing well that there wasn’t much to do now but wait. Slowly moving to Ominis’ side, Alice smiled when he pulled out his wand and enchanted the stolen items to return to their original owners, before the crowd was eventually dispersed by the Hogsmeade officers. “So, this is what you were doing when you deserted me? Finding trouble?”

“Deserted you? What are you talking about, Alice?” Ominis asked, his eyebrows furrowing quickly as she watched his eyes flicker, a soft reaction he did when racking his brain for answers. Alice laughed softly, realising that her teasing had done nothing of the sort and so she exhaled and placed her own wand away—while Ominis looked down at her. “I was simply giving you a chance to catch up with an old friend. Should I have stayed? I mean, if I did—then how would you have been able to talk about me?”

“W-What? We were certainly not talking about you.”

Ominis smirked slightly and hummed, though Alice could tell he didn’t believe her. Despite his teasing, it would have been impossible for him to know her conversation with Poppy and yet—the way he looked down at her, she no longer was sure. Pressing her hands against the small of her back, Alice turned to see Poppy speaking with a local—before Ominis placed his hand against her head. “Keep your secrets then. But you really do need to get better at lying.”

“Now, I have no idea what you’re talking about, Ominis,” Alice said, slipping free from his hand and turning just enough to see his smile soften, but only for a moment—before he chuckled under his breath and nudged her. It felt nice to feel normal with him again, despite last night and this morning—but even Alice knew it would not last. “Besides, we have more pressing matters. Such as, figuring out our next move—any ideas?”

“What about Feldcroft?”

Alice hummed softly and nodded. She too, had thought about Feldcroft and if Sebastian would be foolish enough to return home—and truthfully, the risk was probably too enticing to pass up. Catching Poppy’s attention, Alice smiled as she waved her over, before she turned to Ominis and reached for his arm. “It’s a start, if anything—hopefully we can find some answers. Places he’s mapped out, or more.”

“You both aren’t leaving, are you? You just got here,” Poppy said, slipping past a few crowd lingerers, before she made her way to Alice’s side and when Ominis chuckled softly at her question—Poppy pouted and flicked her gaze between the pair. She knew their visit wasn’t a social one, but she had almost hoped that they’d make a little more time to talk. “We still have so much catching up to do?”

“Poppy—we’re sort of on a timer here, the Ministry needs Sebastian brought in as fast as possible.”

Alice frowned at her words, knowing she hated the very thing she had come to do and yet, she swiftly shook it away and forced a smile—when Poppy’s eyebrows furrowed. It was more than obvious that she wanted to continue to pry, but instead she exhaled and Alice welcomed the fact—she was so understanding. “Well then, before you scurry off—Ominis, I must thank you. I received word a couple of weeks ago that you managed to clear all of the poacher camps around the outskirts of the forbidden forest. I appreciate it.”

Ominis nodded and the two shared a short conversation on poachers in the surrounding areas, before he slipped her a letter. Poppy then turned to Alice and pulled her into another warm embrace, squeezing her softly—before expressing that she wanted her to try to be better at sending owls and Alice reluctantly agreed. After a short while and a great deal of promises that Alice wasn’t sure she would be able to keep, Poppy waved the pair off as they returned to The Three Broomsticks to collect their things. Reaching the room now felt a little strange, perhaps because of the events that had happened in there—but regardless, they still had a job to do and Alice was just hoping to get it over with as quickly as possible.

“So, you’ve been helping clear poacher camps?” Alice asked, tapping the rest of her belongings to swiftly pack themselves into her suitcase, her eyes now focused on Ominis’ reaction to her question and she smiled when he did. “You’ve been busier than I thought, Poppy seemed really thankful.”

“She’s been rather busy with teaching and when she asked, well who could refuse a request from Poppy Sweeting.”

Alice laughed softly and nodded, noting all too well of her first interactions with Poppy in school, being far from a normal one and she moved to sit against the bed—leaning back slightly as she exhaled. It seemed strange now, recalling memories, good or bad and Alice’s smile softened. “Well still, you did good. I suppose, sometimes I just forget—how good you actually are.”

“Should I not be? Are you half-expecting me to do something bad?” Ominis asked, moving to sit down beside her on the bed, his leg brushing up against hers and yet, Alice didn’t pull away—so neither did he. Something felt oddly calming being close to her, as if she centred him and a part of him knew that she felt the same way—except for her, it just seemed harder to admit. Leaning back slightly himself, Ominis nudged her softly. “I think deep down, we all have good and bad in us—but we determine which side we show. I just don’t plan to leave a bad mark on the world, or my name—”

“You aren’t your family, Ominis and people are noticing it. Now, more than ever.”

Ominis nodded and leaned forward, clasping his hands together. It was comforting to know that Alice always treated him like a person, above his name—something that for a long time, had been hard to come by. Well at least, before the Sallow twins, before that Ominis simply succumbed to the hatred that was simply forced onto him, with little chance to retort it. But now, little by little, he was changing that and it finally felt good. “I think what helps the most is having such a supportive cheerleader in my corner.”

“And I’ll always stay there, Ominis, no matter what,” Alice said, nudging him back as she now leaned forward and when she did, Ominis gently placed his hand against her knee—and for a moment, even just a simple touch sent electric shockwaves through her body. Slowly reaching to place a hand on his, Alice laughed softly. “We just have to be there for each other, alright? This job…it’s going to hurt and we just need to protect each other.”

“Alice—”

“Not another word, Ominis—just agree with me and say you’ll protect me…protect us.”

Ominis squeezed her knee and slipped his hand free from her grasp, which now seemed to burn his skin. She didn’t need to ask such a ridiculous request, because he had already made up his mind to do just that and he would do anything to make sure he kept that promise. “Of course I agree with you and do you really have to ask? Alice, I’m ready to protect you with my life.”

“I don’t need you to be prepared to die for me, Ominis—”

“Well, you don’t have a say in that, do you,” Ominis said, cutting Alice off before she could say anything more, or perhaps continue to argue with him over what he had said and so she grumbled and looked away. Ominis smiled at the sound of her defeat and softly nudged her again, just to make sure she knew he was teasing her—but still meant every word. “Alice, we’re in this together, alright? But, I don’t plan to hesitate, no matter what.”

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The rest of the evening was uneventful, with Ominis finishing off a few small jobs here and there, slipping in and out of the inn—when he thought he was being sly about it, but Alice couldn’t seem to sleep. They had decided to stay one more night, solely for Ominis to complete business before they left and although Alice was hesitant about staying—she eventually gave in, simply for the comfort of a nice bed. Ominis allowed her to sleep first, simply requesting that he would take the floor, after everything that happened—but Alice refused. She had no right to deny him a good night’s rest, simply because she was embarrassed about kissing him and truthfully, it felt comforting to have him close by.

Alice always had trouble sleeping, but today felt different. It felt like every time she laid down, something crept over her and sat directly against her chest, as if it wished to make itself known to her and each time she almost fell asleep—it woke her up. Eventually, perhaps with the help of a sleeping draught that she had brought with her, Alice drifted off to sleep and it suddenly felt like she was transported into something different—almost as if her dream…had been hijacked. Soon, a wave of nothing and everything all at once, washed over her and Alice felt like she was trapped—and it became clear, something was wrong.

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The rattling was what Alice heard first, before she could see anything. It was as if she was awake in a darkened room, in which all of the light had been sucked out of and yet, it still felt warm. Slowly the darkness slowly grew less dark and more clear, as if someone had opened a window and began to remove it with a simple action, but she was still alone. Alice was used to dreams, nightmares, which had latched onto her—since her final moments with Sebastian, but this felt different, it didn’t feel like hers.

When the darkness finally cleared and Alice could now see where she was, let alone her hands before her, it was the slow sound of a whistle—soft and familiar, that caused her heart to suddenly leap into her throat. Panic. Alice felt her chest ache and she almost forgot how to breathe, when a figure slowly appeared—too far to determine who it was, but with the way her body had begun to react, it was clear she had an idea. Stepping back slightly, almost instinctively, Alice shuddered as the whistling grew louder and the figure grew closer.

Swallowing hard and reaching for her wand, she gasped softly and realised she didn’t have it, but more importantly—she no longer was wearing her nightgown, no, instead she was wearing a green silk dress. Glancing back up towards the figure, Alice felt her mouth dry and her hands begin to shake, the air in her lungs now growing heavy and she felt it linger in her throat. Stepping back again, the whistling stopped, just as the figure did and then he appeared before her—changed and so very different from the boy she knew, the air growing cold as he smiled and eventually reached towards her.

“You’ve become quite the woman, Alice,” Sebastian said, appearing in front of her now as his fingers brushed lightly across Alice’s jaw causing her to freeze, her breath now completely stolen from her and yet when he noticed—Sebastian simply chuckled, almost too softly and brushed his fingers down to her neck. “Breathe, sweetheart. We have so much to discuss.”

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Hi can you please please write a fic where reader is young and Sherlock loves her, she does too but her parents are against it. Like her father is furiously against it and her mother thinks she's too young for him and he might not see her like that, it upsets her and she confronts Sherlock if he really loves her, because if yes then she'd do anything, go against all odds to be with Sherlock.

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So I made the readers in her late twenties and Sherlock in his late thirties so there's a ten year age gap.

Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Approval

Warnings: age gap relationship

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From the sound of your footsteps up the stairs Sherlock could tell that you were upset. No, he frowned as you got closer, not just upset you were angry as well. The door to the flat flew open and you marched into the room. Sherlock momentarily took his gaze off of his experiment as you collapsed into his chair.

“What happened?” he asked as he turned his attention back to his work

“Do you love me?”

It was one of the rare times that Sherlock was caught off guard. He sighed and turned off the bunsen burner and leant against the kitchen table.

“Why?” he asked

“I… want to know.”

“No you don’t.”

You glared at him as you pulled your legs up to your chest and curled into a ball.

“Just out of everyone,” you muttered softly, “why me?”

Sherlock hesitated for a moment unsure about exactly how to proceed. You were always better at this than him, loath as he was to admit it to himself. You understood people in a way that he never could.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” he asked after an unhealthily long silence

“I would like you to answer my question,” you said, “but I wouldn’t say no to a cuppa.”

You stood up and joined Sherlock in the kitchen. You knew that cooking (chemistry didn’t count) wasn’t his strong suit, despite his best efforts.

“Why are you asking whether or not I love you?” Sherlock asked while the two of you waited for the kettle to boil

“Why aren’t you answering my question.”

“I would like the context.”

“It’s-” you cut yourself off and ran a hand over your face, “It’s my parents.”

Sherlock glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. You were going to say something else but he could read you well enough to know not to push it.

“What did they say?”

“My Dad doesn’t want us to be together,” you snapped, “He thinks you’re too old for me and I’m too young and naive to know what I really want. My Mum also thinksI’m too young and that I don’t understand how the real world works. For fucks sake, I’m almost thirty. I have a job, pay rent. I’ve seen horrific shit in my job that they couldn’t even think could happen. There are celebrities that have twenty, thirty year age gap relationships and yet they think ten years is too much.”

You hadn’t realised you’d been crying until Sherlock put his hands on your shoulders. You pressed your forehead against his chest and he tensed under your touch. However, after a moment he raised his arms and wrapped them around you.

“I need to know if you feel the same way,” you said, “that you love me. If you do, I will fight for this. If not…”

You trailed off and inhaled deeply. You closed your eyes not wanting to finish the sentence.

“I love you, Sherlock Holmes,” you said softly, “I really do but I want you to understand what I am giving up. Do you… do you love me too?”

Sherlock’s grip on you tightened and he pressed his forehead against your shoulder. Your breath hitched slightly and Sherlock said,

“You are one of the few people who tolerate me. I know that I am not the best at… expressing my feelings towards you but,”

He pulled back and looked down at you. His hand rose to your chin and tilted your head so you were looking directly at him.

“I assure you that I do feel the same.”

“Good. Then I know exactly what to tell my parents.”

You raised yourself up on your tiptoes and pressed a brief kiss on Sherlock’s lips.

“I’m also sure that Mycroft would be happy to get your parents to stop commenting on our relationship if you asked him.” Sherlock muttered

“He’d do that for you?”

“I said that you’d need to ask him. He might do that for you.”

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Three Sugars | Wants and Needs

Characters: KSJ, KNJ, KTH, reader (nicknamed Opal), Mint, Lillie

Wordcount: 2.7k

Rating: E. (However, for future updates I suggest 18+)

Synopsis: It's time for the squads to meet! Will everyone find what they're looking for?

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Namjoon was stressed when he entered the cafe. Four fifty-eight.

He seemed to be the first. He asked for the Kims’ table for six. He realised he really was the first to arrive. He sat down. Fixed his jacket on the back of his chair and used his phone to reply to some emails.

He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t taken his job with him. Seokjin had received the more settled branch of the firm when their father decided to take a step back from the corporation. Namjoon had received the newest business — mostly because his father knew Seokjin didn’t have what it takes for that kind of investment. Namjoon shook his head. It wasn’t the right moment to open that can of worms. He was alone for five more minutes or so, before he noticed a woman standing beside the table.

“Hello? Are you one of the Kims?”

Namjoon turned. “Yes, and?”

“Oh, thank goodness, I’m a friend of Opal. I was told there was an appointment with all the… the parties involved. Here, today, 5pm. Am I right?” The woman was incredibly soft-spoken, Namjoon reckoned before inviting her to sit. “You’re right, yes. We just happen to have very rude friends who don’t appreciate the art of punctuality.”

“Some of them at least. Opal is always five minutes early everywhere, she told us she would be late because of a work accident, just this time. She knows time is money,” the young woman blushed before she fixed her hair and sat in front of Namjoon.

He realised he’d started off with the wrong approach. “Sorry, I just… Busy day.”

“That’s okay. I’m Lillie, by the way, pleased to meet you.”

“Namjoon,” he stretched his hand out, and Lillie found herself pleasantly confused when she offered her own in return and he shook it. He had nice hands. Calloused just a little, but otherwise soft. Smooth. Warm. Solid.

They felt extremely inviting to the touch.

“Sorry, I know I’m late! Super sorry, I had an appointment that ran too long. One hour too long, yeah, I know I’m a piece of trash, I apologise,” a tall, handsome man said as he removed his jacket and loosened his necktie before sitting.

“We have guests, Seokjin. Apologise to her.” Namjoon smiled at Lillie warmly, her heart doing a little spin in her chest as she noticed the kindness of it. And the dimple.

“Oh, sorry dear. What a shame to make you wait. I’m Kim Seokjin and the man entering just now is Kim Taehyung. Our cousin.”

Heat touched Lillie’s cheeks. “I’m Lillie. Pleased to meet you. I believe you chatted with my friend Opal. She’s a few minutes late. Job inconvenience.”

“On, did that get on your nerves, Joonie? Is that why you’re so fussy?” Seokjin patted Namjoon on the back.

“Taehyung?” said Namjoon as the man sat.

“Hello, hyung. Yes, I know. Rude.” He introduced himself and so did Lillie, for the umpteenth time, the arrival of Mint causing everyone to repeat the ritual.

Taehyung looked out of the window while the other people chatted together a little. He was quite amused to see a woman wear her lipstick, her hair a messy tumble of locks with no semblance of discipline. There was something mesmerising in watching people rush places. There was something mesmerising in watching a woman wear lipstick.

He followed the stranger with his gaze. That woman looked amazing.

And he watched her enter the café

And then she appeared beside the table. “Sorry everyone. Sorry Seokjin. Emergency at the shop. Paint was spilled. Clothes were sacrificed.”

Seokjin chuckled. “That’s alright. Anything pricey?”

“No, luckily. It was a children's class so I knew it was bound to happen.” You sat before Taehyung. “Good evening everyone. I’m Opal. Lovely to meet you all.”

He nodded and got started. “Great. My grandpa’s gonna celebrate his birthday in exactly three weeks. I need someone who can play the part of a girlfriend. We want him to think I’m taken so he doesn’t play matchmaker with potential cousins.”

“Hello to you too. Now that we’re all here I guess we can start arranging things,” said a large man at the opposite end of the table.

You felt a cold chill coming from him. Something resembling hostility. But then again, you realised it was just business. “Wow, way to cut the chase,” you said with a chuckle, slightly embarrassed by his forwardedness. “Sure. Let’s call what you expect from us. And what you offer in return. Seokjin, maybe you start so you can set the pace, show how it’s done,” you offered.

Mint made a little ‘ew’ sound, at which Seokjin agreed.

“What’s gonna happen: if we click we can exchange numbers, text, go on a few… dates, so to say. Fake ones, of course. Just to get to know each other, to act the part better. And then the birthday. Just bring your fine presence. Your best clothes, if you’d like, possibly not slutty ones — no offense.”

You and your friends all agreed with ‘none taken’ gestures, and Mint had a fair-warning, positively impressed look on her face.

“We will provide proper outfits for the event, if you’d like,” the sulky, brooding one added. You nodded nonchalantly, then moved your focus back on Seokjin.

“We’ll spend the weekend at the family’s beach house,” the older man continued. “As Namjoon suggested, I can finance the wardrobe, eventually. I would prefer hiring the dress for the birthday soireé rather than buying it, but it’s negotiable. I would also appreciate staying in contact. Make this a medium term thing, to make it look like an actual relationship. You’re free to see other people as long as they don’t mess with my schedule and you don’t end up in a scandal. If you want out for any reason, you’re free to leave when you think best, possibly not right before an event.”

“I assume the dates are on you?” You clarified.

He nodded. “Usually I like fine dinners, so I’d prefer someone well-versed in dining etiquette. I might ask for pictures of the outfit before the events, just to address anything inappropriate.”

You nodded. “So expenses regarding hair, makeup, and outfit for the dates are on the girl.”

“Not necessarily, no. I usually set up accounts at my preferred salons so that my partner can also take advantage. In some circumstances I simply gave a credit card to my partner so that she can decide for herself.” Seokjin shrugged. “Given that some of the parties involved are less experienced, I thought more… guidance could be offered.”

You silently agreed. “That seems quite smart, yes.”

“Of course if my partner didn’t feel confident about her wardrobe, I can have some shopping arranged specifically, for example styling and colour analysis appointments. Also, if other people are joining us during the event, I might be more restrictive about the look I want to see on my partner. I need someone classy. Someone willing to invest time on their looks.”

“Not me, that is.”

You turned to look at Mint. Your younger friend had spoken casually, if not with a little venom in her voice.

“I set my conditions and my price. Let’s save my time and yours here: if you don’t suit the description, just step down. It will keep both me and you from being unhappy about each other.” Seokjin’s statement was on point — vaguely accusatory too, but overall sincere.

“Fair.” Mint seemed to plop back against the back of her chair.

“Namjoon?” Lillie asked, addressing the man in front of her.

He seemed to pat his pockets, arching an eyebrow before digging his fingers inside the inner pocket of his jacket. He extracted a piece of paper and unfolded it.

“I’m extremely busy, my business is large and new, so I won’t be able to stick around that much. I don’t really have the time it takes to build a genuine relationship with someone, so I might need someone who’s good at reading people. Stress makes me a bit moody. Since I don’t think I’ll have time for dates, I would like to receive a list of my partner’s likes and dislikes. I’ll have a fill-in form delivered through text or email. I will send mine too and I’d like it to be studied so we can make it work.” Namjoon exhaled. “I mostly need a partner for the birthday weekend. I will provide the complete wardrobe, consisting of six looks, which will be studied by my personal shopper according to Kibbe types and Armochromy. Also, like Seokjin, I would like for my partner to remain available for future events. I would prefer for my partner not to see other people in the meantime, but that is negotiable.”

Mint immediately came up with a question. “Are the outfits gifted at the end of the event?”

“The wardrobe for the weekend will be gifted. An exception could be made for more expensive pieces, such as jewellery or evening dresses. But that will be a discussion I will hold with my partner, of course.”

Mint nodded. “Great. Still not for me, too much planning.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows shot up. “Okay,” he said, just slightly surprised.

Mint turned to Taehyung. “Just you left.”

Taehyung chuckled. “I’ll take you.”

Mint rolled her eyes. “What if you need a disney princess? I’m not one. I’m not anything these two described.”

“I just need someone to make me look taken. I’ll pay when we hang out. Whatever. Honestly, I’m more looking for someone fun to spend time with. I can deal with someone who’s not princess perfect.”

Mint nodded. “I like you.”

You eyed Namjoon and discovered his eyes already on you. It made the hair on your nape rise.

Seokjin knew Namjook wouldn’t take the first step, still he’d heard enough about you to imagine that you were the right kind of person for him. “Lillie, would you be interested in my conditions? We can exchange numbers or any social media you prefer, chat about this in private, if you’d like.”

Lillie seemed to be surprised by Seokjin’s proposal. “Well, I’m not entirely interested in money or gifts. And I’m okay with the outfit checks. It’s reasonable. My only limit is I don’t want my hair cut any differently from this. And I won’t change my looks permanently for anyone.”

Seokjin nodded. He unlocked his phone, placing it before Lillie. “Add yourself to any social network you prefer. I'd prefer having your phone number, but if you feel like that's too personal—”

“That works fine for me, thank you, Seokjin. That was very considerate,” Lillie said warmly and cheerfully.

Seokjin blushed a little. “No biggie.”

“Namjoon, would you like to talk to me a bit more, see if I'm suitable and well-matched with you?” You asked him.

Namjoon blinked. “It's fine for me. My schedule was cleared so I have time.”

You turned to Lillie and you exchanged a look that more or less invited the other to swap places, which in return made you both chuckle as you realised you’d shared the same thought. Once rearranged, you sat down comfortably, pleased with the fact that you wouldn't need to chat across the table.

As the others conversed, getting to know the person they had decided to match with, Namjoon seemed to be extremely skittish. “I'm sorry about this whole mess.”

“Don't apologise, I find it vaguely amusing. Well, way more interesting than the average matches.”

Namjoon chuckled, just barely.

“You said you're a very busy man. Is there any chance we can at least have a phone call every now and then? I just want us to be comfortable intellectually. We can sell the awkwardness of our body language as being a so-to-say new ‘couple’. Up to you, truly.”

“Sure. I can call you. Or we can text throughout the day. I won't be able to reply timely most of the time, but it's okay to have a drawn-out conversation.” Namjoon studied your face, waiting for you to arrange your thoughts.

“I have no issue with the idea of the form. Of course I can study yours.”

“Thank you so much for that.”

“It's okay. And as far as the gala dresses are involved, buying them would be a waste of money. Just hire one. And I don't care about jewels. I usually sell them when they gift them to me.”

Namjoon nodded. “I see.” He saved that information in his mind. So you just wanted money. “Is there any specific request you'd like to address right now?”

He watched as you took out a tiny notebook from your bag, leafing through it quickly. “Uhm. There are a couple days in which I won't be available due to personal issues. I hope they won't be a bother. Usually it's Tuesdays.”

“Very unlikely that I might need you on a Tuesday, but we'll see.” He rummaged in the inner pocket of his jacket, extracting something. A different phone, small and old compared to the shiny brand new one he had on top of the table. I'd like to have your phone number.”

You nodded. Namjoon didn't expect to find a similarly old and severely damaged smartphone coming out of your bag. It had to be at least ten years old.

As you exchanged the devices and inserted your data, you stole a couple glances at him, at his large thumbs trying to type in your decrepit phone. He also stole some glances at you — which you didn’t notice — studying your looks. Your face was neat, clean, fresh. You had to be younger than him, but not much. It didn't look like the money went on surgery, anyways. Maybe breast implants?

No.

He looked away embarrassedly. Your nails were filed short, it looked like a manicure, but very natural. He found himself pleased with the look of them. Your hands looked welcoming, and at the same time skilled — not the softness that comes from lazy idleness, but rather the ones that comes from practical usage and good care.

And your hair was a mess. It didn't look dry or neglected, just… messy. Unruly.

He reminded himself you had arrived late because of paint being spilled on you. Maybe you had rushed to a shower and that explained why your hair was so… So frizzy.

“Uhm. I don't want to take too much of your time. You can go back to work if you need to.”

Namjoon didn’t know where the comment came from, but it made him feel awfully guilty. The fact that you’d observed him staring into the void for at least three seconds didn’t entirely help. You’ve been in this field for almost six years now, you’ve grown used to businessmen and their lack of connection, and Namjoon looks like the kind of man who’s really wishing he didn’t have to do this. You do not blame him.

He’s a young man, probably smart, quite surely successful in his own way — not the average nepo baby, you can tell. And yet, a man this good looking and this rich can’t manage to find love in a city as big as Seoul. Quite paradoxical. Perplexing.

Namjoon clicked his tongue and you redirected your attention to him, here and now. “It's not that,” he told you, and his voice seemed actually sorry, his expression too. “Yes I'm busy, I think it’s important and respectful towards you that I get to know you at least a little bit. Like your age, your job… I don't know… your favourite colour.”

You smiled. “Blue,” you replied, easily. He deserves a chance, you told yourself. Just one.

Namjoon nodded. He noticed her dainty earrings. Tiny disks, in a deep indigo shade. They didn't look expensive, but they did look classy. The material had to be clay. Polished clay.

“I like deep green,” he said with a little smile on his face. Namjoon felt like your gaze was a bit too strong on him.

“It suits you,” you said plainly.

He averted his eyes. “Thank you.” And heat crept to his cheeks.

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All the Time in the World - Chapter 3

Birkhall, January 2020

The stormy weather, appropriately, hasn’t ceased all morning and the summons to Balmoral come before I have managed to calm him. I find it so difficult when I’m angry too, the emotions this whips up are so personal, wounds very deeply hidden and tightly bound. My hands are shaking when I reach up to kiss him goodbye.

“You never let me do this, what Harry’s doing. I begged you so many times.”

And here it starts. That guilt, that uncertainty, even at me. “It wasn’t what you wanted. I didn’t want you to destroy your family, your life, your birthright, because of me.”

“I should have fought for you.”

“You did, in your own way. I never wanted the destruction necessary to be with me.”

“I didn’t look after you enough.”

“Charles, when Andrew and I got divorced, you kept the roof over my head, both metaphorically and physically. You made sure I had food sent to me, a car and petrol so I could get about, every book published to entertain me… You looked after me.”

“I didn’t keep you safe.”

“Yes, you did! I’ve had police protection since ’97…” My voice trails off. I neglect to mention why he paid for police protection for me, why he enfolded me into his household and he looks at me even more guiltily.

“Far too late… I should have anticipated the impact this would have had on you.”

To this day, I occasionally get nightmares about head-on collisions in a car. These twisted nightmares attribute blame to the people in my life I know would prefer me not to be where I am, but the day I lived that nightmare felt like I was hovering above myself, watching myself, in a state of complete terror. I still remember the shock when I turned the corner to see that other car, the jolt of the impact and the screeching and groaning of metal twisting and buckling. There was no pain. I realised I was alive and yanked off my seatbelt, kicked the door to get out of the car and staggered over to the other. It was upside down, the wheels still spinning. I took one look at the blonde woman at the steering wheel, blood on her face and I screamed and ran. At that moment, I thought I’d killed her. I ran until my lungs burst and then I collapsed upon the roadside verge and hysteria took over. At some point, I’d regained enough of my faculties to ring Charles, sobbing again and again that I’d killed her. It didn’t matter what he said, sense was not with me and I don’t know to this day how long it took him to figure out enough to send his protection officers to find me. They couldn’t console me when they arrived, nor get any sense out of me until they informed me that the woman whose car I’d hit was alive, more shaken than hurt, and angry that I’d left her upside down whilst I ran off, screaming.

Charles was calm and gentle with me, downplaying the incident, but the parallels of the accident shook him to the core and made him reevaluate my position. From that afternoon, I relinquished a large chunk of my freedom for a chauffeur and my own police protection as it made him realise that I was a public figure now and that people might want to cause me harm. But it was as much for our reputation as for my safety. That cold rational part inside my brain knows that if that woman had died in a car accident because of me, nothing would be able to rehabilitate me. We would never be able to be together.

“I didn’t protect you from the press.”

His words pull me from the squealing of brakes and I’m grateful. “You couldn’t protect yourself. How were you meant to protect me?”

“That’s all Harry wants for Megan, I do understand that… But…”

“...Harry and Megan are perfectly safe here.”

“Yes… Harry doesn’t realise that not only was he allowed to marry the woman he loves, it was encouraged, celebrated.”

“It’s a different time.”

“He should be grateful.”

“No, he shouldn’t.” He’s no longer talking about Harry. His thoughts are firmly on our difficulties. “What happened to us was not okay. Everyone should be allowed to marry the person they love.”

“If you’d have married me in the first place…”

“It was a different time…”

“I don’t understand what more he needs.”

“He’s not you.”

“She’s not you, more like.”

“Good. I’m sure that would be illegal. I know we said we should be able to marry who we want, but there are steps too far and lines which shouldn’t be crossed.”

That makes him chuckle. “I’m certainly pleased you find it so abhorrent. There’s technically no law against it. You’d both be consenting adults.”

“I’m sure it’s happened in the past. Oedipus?”

He chuckles again, kissing me on the forehead. “Let me go, Darling, my own mother, who I have no intention of marrying, is calling.”

“Battle stations.”

“William will be apoplectic.”

“I’ll phone Katherine.”

“Since when do you two get on?”

“We’ve always got on.”

“Phone calls at times of strife to share gossip?”

“I’m a very good ally. I, actually, quite like her although I have to try really hard not to be insufferably posh and I think she’s warmed to me too.”

“She married a bloody Prince. Too posh? What was she expecting?”

“Shut up and go to your summons.”

“Everything in this bloody family is always such an absolute catastrophe.”

“Yes, you’re right.”

“I just can’t believe he would do a thing like this, and expect there to be no consequences. My mother isn’t going to be thinking about that little boy she used to chase about the room when she draws her sword.”

“Will you be sticking up for him?”

“I just don’t think it’s possible. I can’t exactly put my neck out for him because then that will be seen as a slight against William. And I’m so angry at him, Darling. What should I do? Tell me what to do.”

“What’s the most important thing?”

“The Crown. Always the Crown.”

“That’s your answer. William is your choice. But remember through your anger that he’s Diana’s boy.”

“I know he’s Diana’s boy. That’s never been the dispute.”

“No. I mean, in the eyes of the public. Don’t forget.”

He sighs, “I’m not bloody likely to, am I?” and then pushes his head into my neck, signifying the end of the conversation and I hold him to me, swaying slightly as though to some inaudible music, not wanting to let him go.

“What will you do when I’m gone?”

That makes me smile. “What I usually do when you’re away, prepping for the apocalypse.”

“But it’s meant to be our holiday, together, and I’m constantly away…”

“Life is like that sometimes…”

“Hold on…” I smile at him as I see him register my words. “Apocalypse?”

“The Chinese virus.”

“You’re obsessed with that bloody thing.”

“No harm in being prepared.”

“Well don’t get another bright idea to install wifi or something else abhorrent in my absence.”

“Would I ever?”

“Yes… You absolutely would.”

“Go and see your mother. When you get back, we can put on wetsuits and go for a walk.”

“Make sure the fires are lit, I don’t want you getting ill with the cold and damp.”

“If you’d let me fully renovate…”

“Don’t be drastic.”

“Shoo… See you later…”

Not quite unbeknownst to my husband, I’ve used the time he’s spent in war cabinets with his family to plot renovations to the house to try to minimise the drafts and the damp and to brighten the place up a little. I’ve read through the briefings on my husband’s desk about the virus in Wuhan and I know that we’ll be sent here, away from everyone for his protection if it spreads. This house is barely livable but he’s against change of any sort so I’ve spent a considerable amount of time with colour cards, matching up the shades of the walls and ordering the correct paints. I’ve also booked a glazier and several carpenters to solve the problem of the drafts inside and I’ve secretly paid for a new boiler to be installed, bypassing his deliberations so it happens this century. Irritating the head gardener considerably, I’ve doubled the extent of the kitchen gardens to make us self-sufficient. If everything goes to plan, the estate might actually be livable by the end of January. I know from past experience how uncomfortable this house can be in the cold and there’s no harm in being prepared.

2010, Birkhall

It’s so cold my breath is condensing in front of my face. Which, ordinarily, occurs outside, not whilst I’m sitting at breakfast with my husband. We’ve managed to seclude ourselves after the stress of Christmas in perfect isolation from the world, just the two of us and my sister and brother-in-law. No polite conversations with inclement family members or sycophantic social climbers. It’s bliss. Arctic style. The thermostat reached zero this morning for the first time since I can remember. I mention this to my husband who laughs at me.

“We use Celcius nowadays, Darling.”

“Tell that to your barometer.”

“I use the laptop to determine the weather. It’s more accurate.”

“I prefer the old fashioned method. What’s a laptop but a lump of metal and plastic?”

“Yet, connected to the internet and power, it’s technically precise.”

“How did you connect… Don’t answer. I don’t actually want to know…”

He smirks at me and blows out a plume of white condensation. It shouldn’t be this cold inside. The fire is flickering brightly but it’s not been lit for long and doesn’t have that residual heat it needs to be warming. The morning shines grey through the windows and I can see the ice growing in patterns up the glass, reflecting the light into odd directions, making the room feel dimmer. I’m wearing an ancient fur coat, one I’m not allowed to wear outside anymore, and I can see my husband’s concern each time I bring my fork to my mouth. I hover my scrambled eggs just above it to watch him wince and then smile as I eat my mouthful. I have this glint of evil inside me which makes me want to pour my breakfast down myself to watch his reaction. I don’t, of course. A cackle of laughter disturbs me and I turn to see my sister walk through the door, wrapped head to toe in a blanket of tartan.

“You look like the Empress of Prussia sat there in your Ushanka and coat, inside. All you need is a muff!”

“That’s because she’s probably wearing the last Empress of Prussia’s coat.”

“I found it at the back of a cupboard, left to feed the moths.”

“And now you’re subjecting it to eggs…”

I laugh. I knew it was bothering him.

“Well at least it’s sensible attire for the temperature.” Ever the conciliator, my sister. She plonks herself down next to me and starts picking at my eggs. “I looked at the barometer, it’s zero degrees!”

“Minus eighteen.”

Charles almost makes me splutter my eggs down myself.

“It’s not Antartica, Sir, that’s a little extreme.”

“Celsius. Goodness. Can you Shand girls not keep up with the times?”

“Speaks the living relic of an ancient time!”

I listen to them bicker through breakfast with a twinkle in my eye even if I’m quite aware I must keep out of the argument.

“Darling, did you hear what she just called me?”

“Temporary deafness, I’m afraid...”

“Darling Milla, your husband is quite incorrigible. Surely you won’t stand for what he just said.”

“I was stuck in a daydream, I’m very sorry…”

Skiing is not my usual passtime. We never went as children and whilst my sister took up the hobby like the majority of our generation with the ease of the flights and enjoyed the buzz of the resorts, I hated flying and my ex-husband, Andrew, never particularly wanted to go, at least not with me. By the time Charles and I were able to holiday together, I had no wish to learn alone on the nursery slopes at Klosters whilst Charles hurtled off-piste down a mountainside. Instead, I’ve been subjected to yearly torments at Aviemore before we finally compromised on Clashindarroch Forest. It suits his green objectives and for me it’s so much easier, not having to face death by careering down a run on wobbly legs. The skis are lighter, we spend half the time trudging uphill and the slopes are much more gentle. We both find the forest beautiful under the blanket of snow and we end up getting cold as we insist on stopping to watch a bird we spot or because we’re transfixed by the view.

This year, we are able to ski cross-country on the Birkhall estate. A blanket of snow six feet deep has covered most of Scotland and both post and supplies are being airlifted in, but here the snow isn’t so thick and it’s perfect to ski on. I think this is Charles’s idea of heaven, being the tour guide around Birkhall, on skis, with me and a captive audience. I’m actually a fair cross-country skier by now and to my absolute delight, my brother-in-law is struggling somewhat. So for the first time ever, I’m the person keeping up with Charles and we get these wonderful quiet moments to ourselves, listening to the sound of the snow falling from the branches with a thud to the ground, spotting the deer in the distance before the other two catch up. My sister is red in the face with the exertion of climbing up each hill but I’m used to him dragging me up mountains and even carrying my skis through the snow doesn’t feel too tiresome. He’s so happy to have me with him, his eyes are soft each time he looks at me and he stands as close to me as he can get.

“Look, the stream is running.”

“Of course.”

“But it’s so cold!”

“The spring isn’t far from here. It’s warmer underground and it’s moving so fast it hasn’t time for the surface to freeze.”

“Will the loch be frozen?”

“Loch Ullachie, yes, definitely.”

“Can we go ice skating?”

He laughs at me and glides to a stop by the side of the stream. “What? On the rusty blades left to die in the outhouse?”

“Yes.”

“I wasn’t aware you can skate.”

“No. You can teach me. You’re the one with the famous teacher. Taught by Torvill and Dean themselves.”

“I wasn’t taught by them.”

“I thought you were.”

“No. I was taught by their coach. Both Anne and I were. She said she thought I’d make a skater.”

I hit his arm. “She had to say that.”

“No. She said Anne should remain on terra firma. I, apparently, was a natural.”

“Of course you were. I can just see you in your tights and your spangly costume…”

“You’re only being bitter because you’re jealous of my ice skating career.”

“Teach me. We can be Torvill and Dean.”

“It was so many moons ago, I’ve forgotten how to stand up. Anyway, aren’t Torvill and Dean famous for lying on the ice? We can do that! That sounds achievable.” Then, without warning, he pushes me over into the snow and falls on top of me, both of our skis still attached and sprawled together. He’s such an idiot. We’ve fallen awkwardly and he’s too far away to kiss me, so instead he’s pouting and making slurping noises making me giggle until I wriggle closer and his lips are still in that ridiculous pout and it makes me squeal as he attacks me with this sloppy kiss. He manages to subject me twice to this ordeal before I push a handful of snow in his face and we’re both laughing as I wipe away the snow from his mouth to kiss him properly. I hear my sister moaning at our excessive display of affection but it just goads Charles and he pins me down in the snow to kiss me again.

“You’ll never be free. I’ve got you forever.”

“A prince will come and save me and then I’ll be freed from your tyranny.”

“Never, never, never.” He kisses around my face, making me giggle again and then attempts to get up, realises his skis are tangled in mine and he’s stuck and flops heavily back on top of me. “I think we’re stuck together forever.”

“However will we cope?”

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Name of fic: She’s a Fire

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x female OC (Heather)

Plot summary: After meeting Heather in Canada, Jeremy hasn’t forgot about her at all. So he decides to visit her in London in the most unexpected place; an open mic.

Word count: 3.5k words.

Warnings: Fluff, language, finally smut!

Author’s note: I decided to do a sequel to “Every Woman” after realising I didn’t do any smut at the end, of course didn’t intend for it to end that way. Unlike the other fic, this will be in Jeremy’s point of view.

Prompts:

“Spread your legs for daddy, okay?”

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter. Don’t push your luck.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that again. Fuck that’s hot.”

Fic inspired by: She’s a Fire by Jeremy Renner.

Jeremy’s POV

After sending Heather that message, I carried on filming season 2 of Mayor of Kingstown. She was still on my mind though.

It was late November and filming had just ended. So I headed back home to Tahoe. People think I forget others after I meet them . That’s not true at all. That’s the same with Heather.

The karaoke bar… her singing.

And that kiss.

I missed those lips. Those soft and delicate lips.

‘That’s it.’ I thought to myself as I stood up from the chair I was sitting in. ‘I’m going to visit her in London. She doesn’t need to know right?’

That’s how I am currently on a plane to London. To go and see her.

I arrived at Heathrow airport, wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses; the typical celebrity disguise which doesn’t really work nowadays. I didn’t know where she was staying at all. I thought it was too early in the relationship for that.

Was it a relationship though? I don’t know, to be honest. My mama thought so. Yes. I told my mama about Heather.

It was about 7-8pm once I got into the city center and I had no accommodation like at all. I was planning to stay at Heather’s once I found her in this big city.

I finally stumbled into a bar which was doing an open mic night. It was a Saturday night, so it was expected for at least one bar in London to host one. It was different to ours in America as they were singing covers, as well as original songs.

As I made my way through the small crowd, with a backpack filled with my stuff, I heard applause as I saw the familiar sight of black curly hair going onto the stage.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Heather?” I would mumble to myself as the very same woman I first saw at that coffee shop in Toronto.

I didn’t hear what she said through the microphone as my thoughts were muffling every word. But then I heard the familiar chords of one of my songs, Main Attraction, being playing on the piano by Heather surprisingly.

Every time I take a ride

I feel alive with nowhere to go

I'm a queen of the road

You're the king of my throne

Riding high day and night

Satisfied wherever we roam

You're the star of the show

You shimmer like gold

Was it just me or did she sound much better than last time? I remember her singing voice like it was yesterday as she was singing a Harry Styles song.

And now it was one of my songs.

This made me want her even more.

A scatter of applause was heard as Heather finished her performance, well you could hear my clapping throughout the small amount of time.

That’s when she saw my face again.

“Jeremy?”

I smile and waved at her from the bar. The crowd was the only thing inbetween me and Heather.

“Hey” is all I could muster to say as I took in her big brown eyes.

And those lips. Those soft, delicate lips.

She walked off stage towards me and all my eyes could see was the outfit she was wearing. She wore a black long-sleeved turtleneck with one of the shoulders cut off. She also wore a glittery purple skirt and matching heels.

“Hey Jeremy. What are you doing here?” She asked me with her hands on her hips.

“I decided to come and surprise you. But I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Well a lot has changed since I last saw you.”

We both went to the bar and I ordered myself a whiskey whilst Heather got a non-alcoholic drink that wouldn’t get her drunk.

“So how have you been darling? You still doing your writing?” I asked her, sitting on the stool nearby.

“Yeah but I decided to go on a different career path.” I saw her smile and blush slightly.

“Wait really? What are you doing as a career then?”

“Well isn’t the open mic nights not obvious enough for you?”

I just chuckled to myself.

“So singing is the way to go for you now?” I sipped my whiskey as I stared at her.

“Well… it’s getting there but it feels like it’s not going anywhere.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Don’t worry. I can help you with that.”

“How can you do that?”

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Well it will start with a duet and then you will meet my friend Eric, who can easily set you up with recording an album.” I explained.

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course! I’m not going to waste a good singing voice like yours.”

She blushed as I smiled at her. She had a good voice and I knew that.

“So, do you have anywhere to stay? Or…” She asked me.

“Umm… no. I didn’t really think of that, to be honest. I was thinking of booking a hotel whilst I was here –”

All I saw was Heather shaking her head.

“No. Most of the hotels and B&Bs are quite full on the weekends. I don’t want you to fuss about it. You can stay at mine.” She suggested.

“Are you sure about that? I don’t want to be a bother –”

“Of course. Consider it as my own gratitude for helping me out.” She chuckled softly.

“Okay then…” I chuckled back.

Heather’s place was quite small, just like most London apartments, just outside of the city center. It was quaint and rustic with most of the walls showing natural bricks, instead of covering it up with drywall.

As she closed the door behind her, she out her pink woolly coat on the hanger in the hallway. I also put my coat next to hers naturally. She took her phone out of her coat pocket and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

“I’ll take the sofa, you can take the bed. You are my guest after all.” Heather said, as if it was a force of habit whenever she had anyone around.

I watched her take a blanket and some spare pillows out of the cupboard where the furnace was. She placed them on the couch and then she sat down, taking off her heels.

All I could do was put my hands in my jean pockets.

“You don’t have to take the couch. We can always share the bed, we are grown adults right?”

Heather raised an eyebrow at my suggestion. What, did I offend her or something, I thought to myself as I stared at her.

“What?” I exclaimed as I gave her a look.

“Are you forgetting that I have a literal crush on you?! I know we kissed, and I’m still shocked about that by the way, but you’re literally my celebrity crush? My hall pass?”

My face went from surprise to a smirk in seconds. The look on her face was confusion as she saw me smirking.

“And?” I just shrugged my shoulders, not bothered by that admission one bit.

“Well… we’re not going to do anything, right?”

“Just sleep. That’s all darling.” I assured her, even though my dick was definitely thinking something else.

“Really? That would say something different.” She pointed down there and I instantly felt red.

“Shit.” I muttered to myself as I cleared his throat.

Heather laughed out loud.

“By the way, that message you sent me before I felt for London back in Toronto… what was that last line, eh? What did that mean?”

“Well, it’s what it says on the tin.” I shrugged my shoulders.

Heather just shook her head.

“I could ask you the same thing actually.” I cleared my throat, remembering the exact words she said to me.

“Oh yeah?”

“What did you mean by ‘reality is even better than my dreams’?” I smirked at her.

“And I said, ‘it’s nothing you need to know about’. So there’s nothing for you to know.” She smirked back at me, ever so slightly blushing red.

All I did was sigh, not even bothering to hide the tent in my pants. I watched her make her way towards the kitchen, so I followed her. I saw the way she was leaning on the kitchen counter, her back towards me, after taking a can of some sort of soft drink from the fridge.

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, mama.” I burst out as I was checking her ass out. She then turned around to face me, after putting her open can beside her.

She smiled at me as she raised an eyebrow.

“Alexa, play Bailamos by Enrique Iglesias.” As I heard the AI talk back, I heard the sound of guitars from the song being played. She then swung her hips to the music, putting her arms above her head.

I hadn’t saw her like this. Not even when I first met her. She was quite shy and quiet, but now she was outgoing and more comfortable around me now, despite her clearly stating I was her celebrity crush, which I already knew from first meeting her in Toronto.

My eyes couldn’t stir away from the movement of her hips and her singing voice as she began to sing. It felt like she was singing about me, even though she didn’t write the song.

I just chuckled as I just watched her. I couldn’t really dance with her because of the obvious tent in my pants, but I just watched.

And she was so mesmerizing.

“I know what you’re doing Heather.” I said to her. “Don’t push your luck.”

“What am I doing exactly? Tell me Jeremy.” She said back.

My hands were around her waist this time as I went over to her. My face were so close to hers. I saw her face go red as a tomato and I was confused why she was so red.

“Umm… I can feel your dick.” She cleared her throat.

I smirked and chuckled, my breath was against her ear, as I leaned my face towards it.

“Are you going to fuck me over the kitchen counter, like you promised?” Heather said innocently.

“You really want that, huh?” I wondered.

“Mh-hm.” She replied, humming and nodding her head.

I smiled at her before kissing the base of her neck. I heard her gasp as I placed soft kisses with my lips. I then heard her moan softly as I placed my right hand on her ass.

“You make such pretty sounds, mama.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smile at the nickname.

“I wouldn't mind if you grabbed me by the neck." I heard her say. I just raised an eyebrow, which she didn’t really see.

“You have a choking kink?” I asked her.

“It’s not really on my list, but I know it’s on yours.”

“What? I don’t think I do.”

“Come on, your Flaunt Magazine photoshoot says otherwise.”

I let go of her and put my hands on my own waist.

“Okay then. Show me proof mama.”

She went over to her coffee table and picked up her phone. She came back and turned it on. Of course she had me as her lockscreen. I watched her go on a certain app that was on her phone. Not TikTok – even though I knew she was on there and I followed her back – but Tumblr.

The kinky bitch.

I knew she wasn’t as innocent as she looked. She was a fan of mine. None of my fans are as vanilla as they first turn out to be.

Anyways, I saw the most recent post she liked on her profile, dedicated to me of course, and it was a gifset of myself doing the Flaunt Magazine photoshoot.

“That doesn’t prove anything.” I uttered out.

“Oh really? Then why are you touching your neck in most of these?”

“It’s what models do!”

She gave me a look.

“There is no way anyone is that innocent.” I decided to change the subject.

“What?” She bleated out.

“Come on Heather. You write fanfiction about me and my characters all the time. Better yet, you make POVs and edits of the exact same thing on your TikTok!”

“That’s because I wasn’t thinking you were actually going to follow me, or even see them!”

“Were you like, embarrassed about them or something?” I asked her.

“Maybe…”

I then saw the realisation in her eyes and I knew exactly what it was about.

“Hang on… how do you know I write fanfictions? Did you like search them up on Google?” She sputtered out.

“Well when you said you were an author, I had to look up some of your work. And that’s when I realised you were a fanfic writer.”

“So you searched on Tumblr and AO3 for my works? Why?”

I could tell she was embarrassed as she was struggling to speak, stuttering every word.

“Because I was curious. And it was quite good, to be honest. Despite them being about me. Now I know where you learned these kinks and foul language.”

I went over to her again as my hands slowly went around her waist again as I slowly leaned in. I saw her blush.

“I don’t normally swear –”

“Well I like it. Do it.”

All I heard was her laughter as she softly swore.

“Say it again, but louder so I can hear you.”

“...fuck.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that again. Fuck that’s hot.”

I grabbed her face softly with both of my hands, like I did in that karaoke bar. My lips collided with hers. Her lips were quite soft and delicate against mine. And I wasn’t intending to let go until I ran out of breath.

I felt her hands grab my waist as I continued to kiss her.

My hands began to travel down her body; one of them resting on the back of her head and the other going underneath her skirt. That was my left hand on her bare legs. She wasn’t wearing any tights or leggings. As my hand moved up her leg, I felt no fabric of any sort as I got to her clit.

“I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you might want to know.” She said, pulling away just to say that.

“I can tell.”

“I took them off whilst I was taking my boots off.”

“Fuck Heather...”

I groaned as I put one finger in her. Then two.

“Your fingers feel so good…” She moaned.

“Why are you so tight? This your first time?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“You don’t have to be so shy around me, you know?”

“I know.”

"Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking. Don’t worry, your first time will be either as fast or as slow as you want it to be, okay?” I reassured her. “I am quite experienced in this.”

“Mh-hm. I can tell.”

I laughed as she used the line I said earlier.

The tent in my pants was growing bigger and she noticed it.

“Do you need any help with that?” She teased, still moaning as I had my fingers in her. I felt her fingers dig into the edge of my jeans as she noticed me straining, trying not to moan.

“What do you think?”

“Hang on then…”

She then took off her turtleneck shirt, leaving her in a purple bra. Thank God it was one of those ones that attached from the front. And it was strapless.

Fuck me.

“Don’t want my top to get dirty, do we?”

I just shook my head as I removed my fingers from her clit and kept my eyes on her as she kneeled down. I moved backwards a bit so I could lean my hands against the dining table. She moved forward and unzipped my jeans, pulling them down to expose me in my boxers. My erection was easier for her to see.

If she was giving me a blowjob and this is her first time, how the hell did she know how to do it?

She then hesitated for a moment. This was kinda a big moment for her.

I bet the only time she thought about it was when she was reading smut about either me or Clint Barton on AO3 and Tumblr.

And now she was going to see it for real.

She then slowly pulled my boxers down and my dick sprang out. Her eyes widen with shock.

“Oh my… Wow. It’s… big.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now, this dick isn’t gonna suck itself. I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped it.”

She nodded and got to work, sucking the tip of my dick. I threw my head back and opening my mouth, moaning and groaning at how skilled she was at this.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

She didn’t reply as she swirled her tongue around the tip. That made me shudder.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart. Take it all in.”

And she did.

I put my left hand in her curly hair, grabbing it with all my might. Hopefully she didn’t mind me pulling her hair so tightly. It just felt so good.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum.”

“Don’t come yet.” I felt her lips let go of me as I saw her get up from her kneeled down position. “I want to sit on you.”

“Okay then… you good with protection?”

She nodded. “Yep. I can’t get pregnant, I had the operation, if that’s alright?”

“Of course. Now spread your legs for daddy, okay?”

I pushed her towards the counter and straddled her from behind. I ripped her skirt off and she didn’t mind that. I pressed my dick against her ass. I then entered her, thrusting deeper and harder.

“You take me so well.” I whispered in her ear as I heard the musical moans coming out of her mouth. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

She moaned louder as I thrusted even more.

“Faster Jeremy…” I heard her say.

“Hmm.. I love it when you moan my name baby.”

I accepted her demand as I went faster. I saw out of the corner of my eye, her bra detaching itself. I knew she didn’t do it herself as her hands were on the counter. I saw the strapless bra fall from her breasts down onto the ground. And that’s when I realised that she was basically naked in front of me.

“I’m gonna take off my shirt now, okay? You can turn around and we can continue this. You can hold onto me or even help me take this off, if you want.”

She nodded. So, I exited her and watched her turn around. She then put her hands on the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it up. I watched her as she was in awe of my amazingly toned body. I had obviously been working out, despite the Hawkeye series being out already.

“You like what you see?” I asked her.

“Mh-hm.” She hummed in acknowledgement. “Of course I do. I’ve always have.” She added.

“You ready for me again sweetheart?”

She nodded, and that’s when I decided to tease her.

“Use your words mama.”

“Yes daddy.”

I chuckled deeply as I entered her again.

“That feels good baby…”

“I’m nearly there Jeremy-”

“You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

I thrusted some more as I felt myself getting so tight.

“Good girl… Just like that. Okay baby, cum for me.”

And we both released, just like that.

I exited for her one last time and collapsed against the dining table.

“What the fuck, that was amazing.” I exhaled as I stared at Heather.

“Now I’m tired…”

“Don’t sleep on the couch. Sleep with me in your own bed.”

“Okay.”

We both made it to her bed, which was a king-sized bed, big enough for the both of us. We both lied down, looking up towards the ceiling.

Heather then turned towards me.

“When I wake up, you’ll still be here, right?” She said to me.

“Of course I will. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Cause it feels like a dream right now. Or like I’m in a fanfiction right now.”

I turned to face her, smiling slightly as I touched her face.

“Believe me mama, it’s all real.” @pegasusdragontiger @yavanna80 @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @navybrat817

#jeremy renner x oc #marvel #avengers #hawkeye #jeremy renner

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zaharadessert · 2 years ago

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I posted 92 times in 2022

33 posts created (36%)

59 posts reblogged (64%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 63 of my posts in 2022

Only 32% of my posts had no tags

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Longest Tag: 69 characters

#but this is what i imagine would be in it if i were ever to write one

My Top Posts in 2022:

The Heart of the Saviour (1/12)

Rating: Explicit, mostly for the violence. But there's significant smut in the last chapter.

Warnings: Abduction, Ransom, Mortal Peril.

Summary: One night, in every corner of every magical realm, every boy aged nine to seventeen disappeared. Not one remained. That was when Pan made himself known to the realms, and from that night the eve of every boy’s ninth birthday meant their disappearance, until finally the realms demanded to know what he wanted to return their children to them. Pan told them he wanted the saviour, and while most realms were confused Snow and David knew what he meant and confessed the role their daughter was supposed to have played in breaking the curse. The realms voted and agreed to Pan’s terms, and Pan stopped taking the realms sons, holding the children he’d currently taken as insurance of their compliance.

For the next fifteen years Emma’s birthday wasn’t a celebration, it was another tick on the countdown clock to the end of her freedom. Not that she was ever free in the first place, but to save every male child in the United Realms including her younger brother, Leo… She understood that she had a job to do, and she would do her duty with her head held high. What she didn’t count on was the sparkling blue eyes of the man Pan sends to escort her to Neverland in time for her twenty-first birthday.

Notes: It is finally finished… only a month and a half late… ooops. I hope you all enjoy it and think it was worth the wait! I am so excited to share it with you all, so do let me know what you think! I won’t be posting whole chapters on tumblr because they are so damn long… but there’s a link to the full chapter on AO3!

A huge, huge thank you to @kmomof4 for betaing this for me, and for being super supportive while I’ve been tearing my hair out over this. Thank you to the @neverlandnewyear mods for running this event again, I have had so much fun writing this!

Read on AO3: Chapter One

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The ship had first been seen just after noon, exactly as Pan’s most recent missive had told them it would. It had been delivered as all the others had been by the wingless fairy he kept in his employ, the magic that transported her to and from his lands not strong enough to take more than just her. So, he was sending a ship, and his envoy should be given all the courtesy one might expect upon arriving at a Royal Court before departing with the promised cargo the next morning.

Cargo.

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Read the rest on AO3

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Canticum Sanguinis Lux - Initium (1/8?)

Summary: Once, all Emma Nolan wanted was a normal life, but when she had a run in with a vampire as a teenager she realised that she couldn’t escape the life of a hunter. Now all she wants to do is prove herself, and she’s going to end up going above and beyond to be the hunter the world needs her to be.

Rating: Explicit. Mostly for graphic descriptions of violence, and some smut.

Warnings: There are hints at the non con nature of the control vampires can have over humans.

Length: should be eight chapters.?

Notes: So, first off, a huge thankyou to the @cssns mods for running this event again. Thanks so much for the opportunity. Secondly, thank you to @clockadilefor the gorgeous banner. Lastly, thank you to @kmomof4, who not only is an amazing beta, but volunteered to deal with my panics and general insanity. Thank you so much, I could not have done this without you.

One final note, thank you for reading. I apologise, I’ve broken my own cardinal rule and started posting before I’ve finished writing. But this is kinda a prologue, so I think it’s gonna be fine on it’s own until I’m done? I hope… hahaha! Thanks so much for reading.

Also on AO3

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Emma’s footsteps echoed in the alleyway, the buzz of the streetlamps a distant hum behind her that faded to nothing amid the click of her heels on the poorly laid tarmac. She wrinkled her nose against the smell of the bins stacked at the end, her eyes flicking up to take in the fire escapes on either side. She could feel the shadows pressing in around her, ominous and foreboding.

“Walsh?” she called, her voice sounding timid and worried as she moved further away from the safety of the populated street and into the darkness. Where the hell had he gone? She’d only been a couple of steps behind him and it wasn’t that dark down here… “Walsh, stop messing around. This isn’t funny and you’re far too old for these silly games,” she declared with an almost petulant huff.

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Continued on AO3

49 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

A Tarnished Proposal

Rating: T, I think...

Warnings: For me this is super tame, but Neal is an ass so… he threatens some things.

Length: ~5k

Summary: Three years ago, Neal Cassidy halted his pursuit of Emma in favour of the fortunes of an heiress by tarnishing her reputation. Now he's back intending to collect his prize, but Emma isn't the wide eyed ingénue he courted so easily last time. When he invites himself to join the family and some other guests for dinner, the night yields far more than anyone bargained for.

Notes: Great thanks to @kmomof4 for once again being a wonderful beta. The art is by the lovely @undercaffinatednightmare, I had so much fun talking to you about it, it really has brightened my time being ill over the last couple of days. You should all thank her too, if she hadn't made it, I wouldn't be posting this.

This fic was inspired by a visited to the National Trust property called Upton House. It is the house featured in the art in fact (we're clever like that!) So honestly it's pretty British, even if the 'era' isn't overtly stated it's meant to be regency in feel.

So I hope you enjoy, and thank you for the support!

Complete Story on AO3

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Emma usually loved the house parties her parents threw at their country home; they were more relaxed than the ones that happened in town and she felt under less scrutiny here. Anyone who was invited was a friend, and didn’t know or didn’t care about what had happened three years ago. But tonight was different, and she found herself having to step out of the long gallery and onto the terrace when the men came through from the dining room because she simply couldn’t bear it anymore.

Normally, sat across from her younger brother Leopold she had a good time glancing across the table and having silent conversations about things their dinner guests had said, but she’d been seated next to Lord Cassidy who’d happened to be in the area and had seen her father this morning. He’d spent the whole time at dinner being absolutely insufferable and she was done with the whole charade. It didn’t matter how many platitudes he offered, how many compliments he dropped with that insipid smile on his face, she was not going to change her mind.

Not after what he’d done to her.

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62 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

Sneak Peek! [The Heart of the Saviour]

Rating: This peek is Teen, I guess. I expect the rest of the fic to be Mature, maybe straying into Explicit? I’m not sure, it’s not finished yet!

Warnings: Abduction, Ransom, Mortal Peril.

Length: Currently over 70k… and still going…

Notes: So this is a sneak peek for my NLNY fic for 2022. I was hoping to have this written in time, but it’s become a monster and it’s not done. I can’t start posting properly until I’ve finished writing, so instead please enjoy the art up the top there and the opening of chapter one…

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Note on the above... I took out the rest of the thing cause it's already up there somewhere, lol!

83 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Fallen Angel

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of attempted non-con and past ‘wifely duties’. It’s all emotional angst and feels, starting with a little Emma!Whump and misery.

Length: 5k

Summary: Forced into a marriage she didn’t want with a man she didn’t love when her parents died, Emma Nolan did everything she could to make the best of it. But when he died, leaving her with an infant son, she realised the depths of his disregard for her and the sanctity of their marriage. Not only was he a gambler, he spent his winnings on his mistresses and left his young wife and with enough debt that she ended up in a workhouse. A workhouse which, like everything she used to own, has just been sold, and the new owner is coming by to survey his new purchase.

Notes: Inspired by visits to Lavenham Guildhall and Ickworth House(the property in the art, funnily enough), set somewhen in the 1800s. Betaed by the lovely @justanother-unluckysoul. Art by me!

Oh, and I'm not posting this as a celebration of getting 100 followers!!!!! Thank you all so much for the love!

Also on AO3

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Emma’s hands had never known such hardship; she’d have said the same for the rest of her but she was a mother. Her body had been through a lot in the last couple of years, but her life had never prepared her for this. Her back was killing her, bent over this loom with the added weight of her child snuggled into the fabric holding him against her chest. He was the only thing she had left worth anything, and she would do whatever it took to give him a life better than what they were facing now.

It had been called a mercy when they’d made the ruling. They’d stripped her life away from her, taken everything she owned except the clothes she’d been lent by the maid, and the meanest of items she needed for her son who hadn’t even been a year old.

Mercy, at the hands of men who didn’t care if she and her child lived or died.

Finish reading on AO3

85 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

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