#i spoke my ben truth

[starlyx0]

so I have noticed some people think Ben is boring (trust me I’ve seen it)

so I am here to talk about everything ben and try to explain his character!

This won’t be the best character analysis

as English is not my first language and I'm trying to bring more attention to stuff that's not talked about often.

So I'm going to split this into 6 categories to try to make writing this easier for me so bare with me.

Things I’ll go over!

personality 

looks 

hobbies

past & current 

relationship with family 

relationship with friends

This is going to have a bunch of stuff that are headcanons I'm only including them to show ppl if u can put some thought into it u can get some reasonable ones.

1 | personality

I see a lot of ppl reduce his character to only music and being mute? which really upsets me because he soo so much more,

but making his entire personality music makes me so mad

most headcanons I see are all the same PLEASE I AM TIRED of hearing what kind of songs he listens to that or all ship headcanons titled as Bens 

he's a shy awkward guy we all know that cuz he really just stands in a corner awkwardly scratching his neck most times and he also doesn’t like horror or anything scary (eps 11) 

hes a protective older brother not overly like Tyler where hes more protective of Tay from other people ben is more chill going and more afraid of what life throws at Lily, there’s not much here cuz more points I have fit in the other categories :)

2 | looks 

he looks kinda of basic nobody can deny that so I won't, but because of his past I imagine he would have a bunch of scars ik he doesn’t and that’s a bummer cuz I really wish he had 🥲

After he lost his voice he became super facially expressive but also really good at hiding his emotions so it’s either really easy to read him or really hard no in between. also because of his past bullying, I assume it affected him and the way he presents himself that why he sticks to basic outfits and look,

overall trying not to bring attention to himself even after therapy he stuck to his habit but if someone gave him a little push and helped him he would drop it and start putting thought into his looks,

saw this somewhere I don’t remember where they said he would have curly hair as a kid but his mom didn’t know how to take care of it so they ended up shaving it and i think curly or wavy haired Ben would be so cute also he would look amazing with an eyebrow piercing %100 and uhh I genuinely don’t remember him smiling genuinely in canon so i imagine his with a downturned smile I may be wrong about that idk

3 | hobbies

did I make this a separate category just to talk about him being an artist? yes I absolutely did 🙂↕️

I fear most people forgot about it n honestly and that is criminal 

there is not much said about it in canon but I’ll work with what I have,

he probably didn’t have much artistic skills when he was younger and only started doing it as a distraction and a way to calm down n he probably made himself draw

I feel like red projected onto him in that ifykyk😭

but from the picture Ben draws based on things that happen so he diff draws a bunch of random things he sees and thinks its cool, he would draw everything and everyone and I feel his art style would be more realistic tbh

but Ben also plays guitar, plays piano 

, fight, used to sing, and the medic of the group like what else he do?? he is literally perfect what more can I say here but most of these are not really hobbies but skills he had to learn for the sake of his life 

4 | Past & current 

I’ll talk more here about how his past affects him currently,

I love to think he has a fear of fires because of the fire that burned down his house more of a headcanon tbh

see the pan he burned in that official art? it took him half an hour in his room to calm down his heartbeat and gathering around the campfire is the opposite of relaxing for him

probably hates turtlenecks with his being 

and I want to talk about his voice as that affects him the most what really bothers me about the fandom is that a lot of people ignore the fact that he probably will never speak. 

I see plenty of ppl benlor shippers say 

“he would sing for —-🥺“ “he would whisper to comfort—🥺“ n it makes me wonder are we even talking about the same character???? which is absolute bullshit if he did that he is the one that’s gonna need comfort like please. he would probably never speak unless he sees someone's head gets ripped off there body.

It's said flat out in episode 27

That he has the option to speak but he doesn’t why? Because he hates his voice and if he hates his voice sm he chose to not speak for yearsss what makes u think he would speak for the sake of someone else's comfort when doing that only pains him? he is selectively mute for a reason I'm not saying he doesn’t have a voice but at least if u headcanon him to speak in the future at least let it be for his own sake instead of doing it for someone else or make it about ur ship.

5 | Relationship with family 

Starting with his parents I don’t think they are bad parents at all they tried to help him as much as they could but they couldn’t so they opened up other options and let him move away and heal even if he’s not with them I think what the did is a good choice for their situation and their relationship would still be great tbh considering the distance 

now onto Lily

I honestly can talk about them for days. I love them 

Their relationship is so sweet the way Lily is stuck to him every chance she gets and ah also used to sing to her can you imagine how she felt seeing her brother coming home later and later covered in bruises not singing to her to sleep anymore watching him sneak out 

she basically watched her brother spiral down and then leave she was probably too young to really understand what was going on fully so now she just wants to spend all the time she can with him and he tries to make up for lost time :(

now Aiden 

most people probably forgot Aiden is the closest person to Ben and the same goes the other way around.

Aiden is a life long friend of Ben’s

he literally trusts him, follows him everywhere and lets him decide for him 

they spent most of their time together since Ben moved in they live together there stuck together.

Aiden probably helped him a lot mentally helping him try new things and be more carefree

Ben also probably helped him mentally and physically patching him up and looking out for him overall,

I see some Aiden fics that are like “Oh no Ben’s gonna be so upset at me 😖” and they make him act like a nurse, not a friend and he just bandages him up then leaves as if nothing happened and someone else comes and in does all the comforting 

like I can count all the fics where Ben acts like a decent person and I'd still have more fingers up than down,

it’s so upsetting how ignored their relationship is in this fandom they deserve so much more honestly.

6 | Relationship with friends 

he is definitely the therapist friend 

He is that kind of friend that you can tell everything to him going from weird food to the worst time of your life and won't even realize it 

his friendship with Ash is very chill not the closest I'd say,

they're really just trying to keep their peace lmao

his friendship with Taylor

I imagine them as gossip girls tbh Ben being a quiet kid while Taylor is popular they definitely know some good gossip 

his friendship with Tyler is something he used to find him irritating but then he realized they have a lot in common especially when Tyler was teaching him guitar which was precise since he was the one who offered 

and his friendship with Logan 

it's really sweet Logan would try to teach him gardening while they talk about their interests

and be absolute nerds together lmao

overall the friendship between all of them is really sweet ik I didn’t give it justice here but the found family trope and the way they find comfort in each other is just everything to me

And I'm done yappin hope u enjoyed that because that was over 1,5k words 

if u have any questions feel free to ask 🫡

[bl00dh0rs3]

I am so so so fucking embarrassed by every single idea ive ever had but i will never fucking shut up. Youd have to fucking kill me to get me to shut up again. Shame is the deadliest affliction known to man and it can be defeated by simply deciding not to feel it any more. I am not goimg to be contaminated again i am not i am Not

[entitled-fangirl]

One happy marriage.

Benedict Bridgerton x wife!reader

Summary: the reader lies about something important and finally breaks down to tell her husband about it.

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"I have started our marriage with the most audacious lie, Benedict!"

He looked up from his sketchbook with a curious look, "Whatever are you talking about, my dear?"

Y/N covered her mouth with a quiet sob. The lie was eating at her every day and she knew sooner or later the truth would reveal itself. Too bad she revealed it on her own.

Benedict frowned and stood quickly. He raced towards her and sat down cautiously on the sofa next to her. One arm gently pulled her to him, "Darling? I'm sure whatever it is can be forgiven."

She shook her head quickly and spoke through hiccups, "No…. It's unspeakable. Pl… please don't leave me."

This started to worry the poor man.

His hands gently ran up and down her arms, "I promise you, my dear. Whatever has happened, we will be as we are now."

She pulls away from him and wipes her eyes. "I am so sorry, Benedict."

He felt his heart break at the sight of her tears and pleads. "You must tell me what has troubled you this badly."

She shakes her head again, "I don't know if I can."

Benedict sighs.

He was a Bridgerton. And Bridgertons are nothing if not stubborn.

He gently takes her face in his hands. "How then, darling, am I to help fix this issue if I do not know of it?"

She stared up at him. How could she deny him? He was her heart. "I… I have lied to you so dreadfully."

He nods in thought, "Alright?"

She takes a deep breath, "I am an artist."

Benedict's head tilts. "Oh."

She looks up at him to gauge his reaction. "When we were courting, you asked if I was an artist. I said no. I… I lied to you."

He nods again with his lips in a tight line, "Yes. So you did."

She felt awful.

Silence fell over the two before Benedict broke it, "And your work?"

Her head perked up. "My work?"

He gave a slight smirk, "Yes, my dear, your work."

She nodded, "The… the paintings in the parlor… I lied. I do not collect them… I ma... I made all of those."

Benedict smiled widely. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned forward and kissed the crown of her head, "I know."

She stiffened. "What?"

He leaned back and his smile only grew, "I knew, darling. I've always known. I was waiting for you to tell me."

Now it was her turn to feel a bit speechless.

Benedict continued, "I understand why you lied. Those pieces are gorgeous, and the last thing you wanted was your courter... well... your husband... to feel… lowly of his own work-"

"-but your work is lovely, Ben." She quickly interrupted.

"Ah, yes, but not like yours, my dear."

"But how did you know?"

He shrugged, "John Marques is not a real painter." He leaned close to her ear, "And yet, his name is on every plaque in the house."

She let out a laugh so happy, Benedict swore he had never heard one that matched.

She jumped into his lap and held him close.

And he was beyond happy to hold her so near.

He pulled away just to kiss her.

They could feel each other's smiles as their lips pressed together.

She broke away, just close enough to feel his breath on her lips, "And you truly aren't upset at me?"

He laughed, "How could I be? My very own wife, a most talented painter? How on earth could I ever be upset? I'm the happiest husband in the ton!"

Two artists make one happy marriage.

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[ohmyitsfaith]

The sunshine and the grump / Part 2

Pairing: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sudden visitors show up on a calm day and chaos ensues. Who are they and where did they come from? But most importantly why are they here? You, your husband and his family are ready to find some answers.

Warnings: fighting, Sparrow!Ben being sparrow!Ben

Word count: 3.3k

A/n: Hi everyone, I know, it's been a while. But here is something that should have been done sooner. The second part to The sunshine and the grump. Please forgive me for this, but in this part Viktor is refered to as "Vanya" and using she/her pronouns. This is solely for the reason that this story is from the reader's point of view and she doesn't know that he's Viktor. If there's an interest in a new part, then obviously I will incorporate him coming out as Viktor. Anyway, long a/n to the side, I hope you guys will enjoy it!

“Shit” broke out of the six people standing in front of you collectively.

Ben guided you behind him gently, sheltering you from the strangers.

“Ben?”

A soft sigh is all that could be heard from the guy wearing a cowboy hat. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears and you couldn’t even guess who he was and where he came from. You never saw him before and your husband wasn’t the type to make friends so easily. So why did this man know his name? Why did he look at him as if he saw a ghost?

“Is that really you?” the biggest guy walked forward, also looking distraught and his face twisted in confusion and grief.

“And who are those weirdos,” the walmart-batman guy yelled and you followed his line of sight, “on the balcony?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in slight anger, but before you could answer at all, Reginald spoke up.

“They are the Sparrows, my children.”

You felt, more than saw Ben standing up straighter and could only imagine the rest of the Hargreeves doing the same, up on the balcony.

“I’m sorry,” the small boy spoke up after the initial shock passed through his group. “What do you mean your children? That’s not possible, old man.”

“Of course it is!” Reginald exclaimed as your sibling-in-laws joined you downstairs. “I think I’d know, wouldn’t I?”

While most of the group looked at Reginald with untrusting gazes (which you could understand, he was your father-in-law and yet you didn’t trust the man fully), the cowboy hat guy was still looking at your husband with misty eyes.

“Everybody else can see Ben, right?” he asked, which made you even more confused. Why wouldn’t they be able to see your husband?

“Cute hat, Sundance” Ben said sarcastically, still keeping you behind him. You grabbed onto his arm lightly, to keep him grounded. But that’s exactly when the man noticed you and his eyes went even wider.

“Jennifer?” he asked louder, seemingly in shock and it prompted the rest of the group to look toward you, Ben’s arm curling around you protectively.

“Do not talk to my wife, asshole” he growled.

“Oh my gosh, it’s you! You- you guys are married!” cowboy hat guy gushed.

“Okay, that is it!” Ben moved to lash out against the guy, but Marcus stopped him.

“Enough” he said in his calming voice. “Who are you and why are you in our home?”

“They call themselves the Umbrella Academy,” Reginald answered instead. “A group of scheming, perfidious malcontents, who accosted me in the fall of 1963, when I was away on business in Dallas” he explained. “Be warned,“ he added, “they claim to be my spawn.”

That caught the attention of the woman with the very stylish cloak as she stepped forward.

“Claim?!” she then turned to her brother(?) in confusion. “Five, what the hell is going on?”

“I don’t know, but it’s concerning,” the little guy, Five, sighed.

“Is he telling the truth?” Marcus spoke up, looking at the so-called Umbrella Academy.

“Well, not the part about us being perfidious-” the other woman started, just to be immediately interrupted by the cowboy-hat guy.

“No, we’re amateur-fidious, at best” he said, which just confused you and, seemingly, the rest of the Sparrows as well.

“But we are his children. This is our house” the woman confirmed.

“Yeah, yeah, we, uh… We grew up here” the big guy jumped in.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, we grew up here” Alphonso mocked the guy, which made Fei and Jayme chuckle.

“I-” Sloane started. “Kinda think we would’ve noticed you.”

You could see the moment that the big guy realized who talked and just what kind of person she was. You saw his eyes light up and a dumb smile graced his features.

“Hi. I’m Luther” he stepped forward and offered his hand.

“Monkey-brain” you whispered and Ben scoffed.

“Okay” the stylish woman walked towards you. “None of you belong here.”

“What?” you asked at the same time Fei said sarcastically: “Oh, well then! I guess we’ll just pack our bags and move out.”

“Yeah and while we’re at it, how about we also give you our jobs. Clearly, you are so good at it” Christopher garbled. “Seriously, these idiots can’t even understand the fact that we are the ones living here, imagine what kind of heroes they are.”

This caused the Sparrows to laugh and even you let out a chuckle. He had a point.

“You slay me, Chris,” Ben shook his head.

The next moment Grace arrived with a plate filled with cookies. At her legs was your chonky cat C/n. He meowed lowly and hissed at the new people before darting across the space, toward Ben and you.

“I wasn’t expecting company,” Grace sighed as you leaned down to pick up C/n. “This is the best I could do on short-” she glitched and repeated the word again, “short… short notice.”

You winced as you stood up with C/n in your arms.

“It’s okay, darling boy” you whispered and started stroking his back. “They won’t hurt you. Daddy won’t let them.”

“Mom…” you heard wallmart-batman’s wistful voice, which immediately weirded you out.

And not just you, because Jayme spoke up as well.

“Mom? She’s a robot you perv” she scoffed.

“She’s not a robot!” wallmart-batman turned toward her defensively.

“Hey, don’t you call him that!” the big guy, Luther, snapped at Jayme.

“Or what?” Ben asked in defense of Jayme.

“Come closer and find out!” Luther stepped toward Ben as he started approaching the big guy as well.

“Luther! Guys, chill!” the smaller woman tried to stop Luther, while you reached out to stop Ben.

“Think I’m afraid?” Ben asked and you could feel his hostility roll off of him.

“Ben! Please” you asked him timidly, but your voice didn’t even reach him.

“Ben, stand down!” Marcus commanded, but Luther was speaking over him already and chaos started to form.

“Look at that, she’s got a voice!” he pointed at you.

“How about I hide that big Rubik’s Cube up your ass?” wallmart-batman asked, annoyed with Marcus.

“Enough!” Marcus finally shouted. “I don’t know what circus you escaped from,” Marcus started and you could see wallmart-batman touch his cheek, where something black just disappeared, “or how you got past our security, but we’re done here. You got 30 seconds to get out of our house” he said in a no-nonsense voice.

“And if we don’t?” the stylish woman asked just as you realized what was happening with wallmart-batman. You looked back at Jayme, who just shrugged.

“Then we’ll have to settle this the old-fashioned way” Marcus stepped forward, ever the leader.

You zeroed in on wallmart-batman, who looked totally out of it, sweat on his forehead and tears in his eyes.

“What did he hallucinate?” you whispered to Jayme.

“I’ll tell you later” she smirked.

“Look, we just fought a literal army. Okay?” the short woman tried to diffuse the situation. “This doesn’t need to get ugly. Let’s all just calm down and let’s talk.”

And honestly, you were on her side. You didn’t want to risk the house or your sibling-in-laws or C/n for that matter. This could definitely be…

“Psst. Ben-er-ino” cowboy hat guy sing-songed as he looked at your husband. You could see his shoulders tense even more and an exasperated sigh left him. “You look so much better alive than you do dead.”

Oh no…

“Am I right?” cowboy hat guy asked from the Umbrellas and the only thing you could do is wince. From this point onward you wished that he shut up because even you wouldn’t be able to stop your husband if he was angered by the guy. “Except the haircut” he waved his hands.

“Oh no” you winced as Alphonso reached out and pushed you even further from the Umbrellas to keep you safe. He knew just as well as any of the Sparrows: this is where it gets ugly.

“What the hell did you just say?” Ben stepped forward.

“Come on, come on!” cowboy hat guy walked toward Ben. “Stop with all the hostility, Mr. Grumpy Pants” he stopped in front of your husband and leaned forward. “Oh, nice scar! Muy macho.”

“Oof” you commented and you could hear Jayme scoff as well.

“Shut. Your. Mouth!” Ben snarled and you knew, only a string held his anger.

“You shut your mouth and hug your brother!” cowboy hat guy exclaimed and opened his arms for a hug. And that’s exactly when Ben struck.

It was truly a beautiful hook that Ben delivered, you had to admit. But you wished that cowboy hat would’ve just stopped before it got ugly. You watched as he fell across the coffee table and it caused Luther to snap at Ben.

“Hey! What the hell?” he snapped. “You didn’t have to do that!”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I did!” Ben snapped back.

“That’s right, he did!” Alphonso backed him up.

“Hey, get back! Back off!” Marcus shouted as Luther stepped closer.

“Luther!” you heard the short woman yell out as Jayme grabbed your arm and pulled you behind the counter, just as Marcus pushed Luther.

And all hell broke loose. Marcus and Luther started fighting and the Sparrows and Umbrellas paired up as well.

“Jayme, get Y/n out of here!” Ben yelled as the small Umbrella teleported toward him and started fighting with him.

You could hear yelling from both the Sparrows and the Umbrellas as they fought and you could only try to stay calm as Jayme pulled you toward the exit. But you didn’t get far as the stylish woman intercepted you and Jayme, along with the short woman. You ducked just in time as one of Fei’s ravens dived in to try and attack the stylish woman, who immediately took up the fight.

“Sloane!” Jayme yelled out and pushed you toward the woman. “Take care of her! I have a shorter problem.”

This, C/n didn’t like and he jumped out of your hands, scratching them in the process.

“Ouch!” you hissed, holding it.

“C’mon Y/n, let’s get you out of here!”

“Alright” you nodded, frantic now that the chaos started to get to you.

You could hear Jayme knock the short woman down as Sloane tried to lead you toward the stairs. But that’s exactly where Fei and the stylish lady were fighting.

“Uh… okay, plan B” Sloane stepped back and looked up at the balcony.

“Oh, please, no” you tried to plead with her. “You know I don’t…”

“Just get to your room, we’ll get you, when we’re done here” she promised and you felt her powers wrap you up and lift you toward the balcony.

You landed behind the railing and stood up. That’s when you heard the short woman say: “My turn.”

You could see her turning… white? And you knew you had to flee. Before much else could happen though, Sloane used her powers on her as well, though less gentler than she did on you.

“Shit!” you yelled out as the short woman slammed into the pictures behind you as you ducked, afraid.

But just as you stumbled through the short hallway to be able to turn right, a knife whizzed by you and you soon heard Chris’s garbled yelling.

“Y/n, be careful!”

You looked back and saw him getting chased by wallmart-batman. You quickly fell to the left, where you could turn down the corner. Just in time, because in the next moment, Chris also turned that way, knives shooting toward him. You held your head for a second, trying to gather all your courage to move. You’ve never been this close to a fight, Ben always made sure that you were in a safe distance.

“Okay, Y/n, you have to move” you told yourself, gripping your hair. You screwed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. Then you stood up and sneaked toward the walkway.

But just as you reached the main staircase that led down, you bumped into the boy. Quite literally.

“Oh, you…” he narrowed his eyes.

“Please don’t hurt me” you put your arms up, in front of your face.

“You’re harmless?” the boy arched an eyebrow, suspicious of your surrender.

“I swear! I’m just Ben’s wife, a normal human!” you pleaded.

The next moment he flashed away. You flinched, but the punch never came. Instead you heard the swooshing sound three more times and he was back at the portraits. You peered over the railing to see Jayme approach him and the stylish lady. Before you could be spotted by stylish lady, you ducked back down and continued sneaking away from the scene.

“Hey!” you were almost at the end of the hall, when you heard her yell. You tried moving forward, but she was faster. She grabbed the back of your shirt, lifting you up.

“Please, please, please, don’t hurt me” you whimpered. “I’m no one, I’m just a simple girl!”

“Yeah I don’t believe that, Jennifer!” she accused you.

“That’s the second time you called me that, but I don’t…” you breathed as you felt her grip tighten on you. “I swear I don’t know who she is! I’m just Y/n!”

“Well…”

But stylish lady couldn’t say much more as Fei appeared on the stairs.

“Y/n!” she yelled for you. “Leave her alone, you bitch!”

“That’s not a nice thing to say!” stylish lady let go of you. “I heard a rumor you couldn’t move” she whispered over you and instantly, you froze.

You couldn’t move, only watch as Fei approached her and her ravens started multiplying. Stylish lady saw this and her eyes widened.

“Actually, on second thought, screw this” she said, turning around and making a run for it.

You were left there by her, still unable to move.

“Y/n, I’ll deal with her and take care of you” Fei leaned down to you as she reached you. “I promise I’ll avenge this.”

You could only look forward as Fei left you once again. You could hear the commotion behind you as Fei’s ravens started destroying a door somewhere close to you. Not much later you actually heard the familiar swooshing sound of the boy teleporting and his frantic muttering.

Suddenly whatever spell was placed on you was broken and you fell forward.

“Oh God” you sighed out, grabbing at your elbow which you hit as you fell. You also saw the dried blood on the back of your hand where C/n scratched you. Poor kitten was probably scared out of his mind.

“Vanya, get out of there!” you suddenly heard the boy shout and you slowly stood up to peer over the railing, into the living room.

There lay the short woman on the broken table and the Sparrows slowly surrounded him. You saw her breathing hard and groaning, trying to get back up. Suddenly she started glowing white. You couldn’t make sense of it, but knew it couldn’t be any good.

“Ben, be careful!” you shouted just before she… exploded? Her energy exploded, which threw you back to the railing behind you.

It was over before you knew it and could hear the others groaning and getting up from the debris.

“Oh god…” you heard Chris garble. “What the hell was that?”

Marcus appeared in your vision and offered a hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently.

“Never better” you groaned, accepting his hand. He pulled you up and led you to the balcony, where he looked down at the destruction.

“It’s over” he started. “Go. Don’t come back.”

You could only focus on Ben, who stood in front of the fireplace, clutching his side. Marcus sighed next to you as him and the rest of the Sparrows watched the woman, Vanya, exit.

“Y/n” Marcus turned to you. “C’mon, I’ll take you to Grace, she’ll fix you up.”

You nodded silently, sparing another look at your husband and his family standing in the debris.

You sighed as you exited the bathroom. It’s been about an hour since you got stitched by Grace (when you hit the railing it split the skin on your head open) and then you went to take a shower to freshen up. Meanwhile though, your husband was nowhere to be found around you.

You could only guess that they got a dressing down from Marcus, blaming them for the destruction. So you headed to the only place where you knew they could be: the training room.

“Y/n!” you heard Grace’s voice call out as you headed toward the room. “Do you need a smoothie too?”

“No thanks, Grace” you smiled at the robot. “I’m fine. Is that for the guys?”

“Of course, they need their greens for their training” she said as she caught up with you.

You nodded silently and opened the door in front of you.

“The skinny one is their weak link” you heard Fei say as you entered.

“Unless hiding behind couches shouting, ‘Where’s my daddy?’ is his superpower” Ben replied sarcastically.

Grace put the tray down on the table and you leaned against the wall to watch your husband stop the treadmill and slow to a walk before getting off of it.

“Enough post-gaming. They hurt Y/n and disrespected us!” he said as he walked toward you. “We need to be out there finding these freaks and taking ‘em out!”

He reached you and put an arm around you, kissing your forehead gently, which contrasted so much from his harsh words.

“Oh, you mean like this?” Marcus asked and switched whatever video was playing to the surveillance footage of the last moment of the fight. The others sighed and stopped their treadmills as well. Marcus walked in front of them and shook his head. “Can someone explain to me how you got your asses handed to you in 30 seconds?”

You sighed, massaging Ben’s back as he stiffened at Marcus’s admonishments.

“Do you have any idea what would happen to our reputation if anyone had seen that?!” he yelled at the end, pointing to the TV screen. “I mean we hadn’t faced any decent enemies for years. This could be good for us. Good for business. But only if we’re smart with our next moves.”

“Is that all you care about?” you spoke up suddenly, annoyed to see that the version of him that only cared about missions and being famous came out.

“I’m sorry?” he turned toward you.

“Did you even try to think about what these people could be here for? That what they were saying is true?”

“Y/n…” Ben shushed you. “Don’t make things worse, darling.”

“I’m not trying to. But did you even notice their faces? When they were talking, when they looked at you?” you looked at him. “The way they fought? I mean tell me if their style doesn’t seem familiar…”

“Y/n, this discussion is not for you. Our next move is not for you to decide” Marcus spoke up sternly. “You are not a Sparrow. You are not part of the team.”

“Fine” you gritted your teeth, then pulled out of Ben’s arms and turned around, just as Reginald came in.

“Nice one dipshit” Ben snarled at Marcus.

“You summoned, Number One?” Reginald asked Marcus.

Marcus regarded Ben and you for a second, before looking at Reginald.

“Sit” he said and you walked out.

You leaned against the wall as the door closed behind you and took a deep breath. You thought about all that the Umbrellas said before the fight ensued. And one thing stuck out.

It looked like they recognised you. But not all of them. And they called you… someone. Some other name… what was it?

Oh yeah, Jennifer. But who was this Jennifer?

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Hello 👋 um I don't know if your request is open, but could you do yandere Shanks x female reader headcanon. Like how Shanks meet the reader, how he got obsessed, etc. (Can you make it where shanks crew is obsessed with the reader too, not in a romantic way and helps shanks)

A/N: It took me a while to get a good enough idea and i have two. I feel this is soul less but i did my best with my degrading mental health right now. I hope you enjoy.

I'm not really familiar with the crew except Benn so i did include him. I don't think this is my best work and i honestly hate it and will probably try again once in a better headspace.

I apologize if its not up to your taste

Warning: Has a shit ton of grammatical mistakes, I'm so sorry

Thank you for stopping by

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the Red force. Laughter and the sounds of clashing swords filled the air, a reminder of the crew’s relentless spirit. You were nestled in a corner of the ship, blissfully unaware of the darker truths that surrounded you. As Ben Beckman’s little sister, you had grown up sheltered from the harsh realities of the world, always finding comfort in your brother’s protective presence.

Your first encounter with Shanks was a vivid memory. It had been a fateful day when your brother brought you on the infamous captain aboard the Red force for a visit. You had been playing with a few of the younger crewmates, their laughter echoing around you, when Ben approached, his usual calm demeanor slightly overshadowed by a hint of excitement.

“Y/N, come here! I want you to meet someone special,” he called, ushering you toward the main deck.

You followed, curious and eager. As you stepped into the sunlight, your eyes landed on the man with red hair, his grin wide and inviting. “Hey there! You must be Ben’s little sister. I’ve heard so much about you!”

Your heart raced at the sight of him. He was everything stories had described—a charismatic figure whose presence lit up the room. “Hi! I’m Y/N,” you said, beaming.

Shanks smiling while holding your hand, his playful nature shining through. “I hear you love adventures. How about we have one together? I could use a partner in crime!”

You giggled, completely taken in by his charm. “Really? That sounds amazing!”

That day marked the beginning of your bond with Shanks. He took you on a mini adventure around the ship, showing you the ropes and regaling you with tales of his travels. You listened, wide-eyed, as he spoke of battles and treasures, unaware of the underlying dangers that came with such a life.

As you laughed and explored, you felt a sense of warmth and safety that enveloped you. Little did you know that Shanks, even then, had been captivated by your innocence, seeing you as a light in a world filled with shadows.

Fast forward to the present, and Shanks was still a constant figure in your life, always by your side, watching over you with a mix of affection and an intensity that you couldn’t quite place.

“Hey, Y/N!” Shanks called out one afternoon, striding over with that signature grin. “What are you up to?”

“Just watching the waves,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with innocence. “It’s so peaceful!”

Shanks’ heart raced at your words. He loved how you saw the world, so untouched by the dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. “You know, the world isn’t as safe as it seems,” he said, his tone shifting ever so slightly. “But I promise to protect you, no matter what.”

You giggled, brushing off his concern. “I know! Ben would never let anything happen to me.”

At the mention of your brother, Shanks’ expression softened. Ben was fiercely protective, almost possessive, and the crew had come to share that sentiment. While they all adored you, their affection had a darker edge, something you remained blissfully unaware of.

“Ben’s always looking out for you,” Shanks agreed, stepping closer. “But sometimes, you need to rely on others too. Like me.”

You smiled, oblivious to the way his gaze lingered on you, filled with intensity. “Of course! You’re my favorite big brother figure!”

Shanks chuckled, though a hint of frustration bubbled beneath the surface. He wanted more than just the role of a guardian; he longed to claim you as his own. But he also understood that you were naive to the world's cruelties. That innocence was something he cherished, and he’d do anything to keep it intact.

Meanwhile, Ben watched from a distance, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed. He’d seen the way Shanks looked at you, and though he trusted his captain, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him. He would always prioritize your safety above all else, even if it meant keeping you sheltered from the crew's darker inclinations.

“Y/N!” Ben called, stepping forward. “How about a game? Just the two of us.”

You perked up, grateful for your brother’s attention. “Sure! What should we play?”

As you wandered off with Ben, Shanks watched, his expression conflicted. He loved you dearly, but he knew that your brother's presence would always be a barrier. Later that evening, as you prepared to settle down for the night, Ben and Shanks found a moment to speak privately.

“Shanks,” Ben began, his tone serious. “We both care about Y/N. We need to keep her safe.”

Shanks nodded, his expression hardening. “I agree. The world is dangerous, and we both know it. But together, we can protect her.”

Ben’s eyes narrowed. “We need to be vigilant. No one can get to her without going through us.”

“Exactly,” Shanks replied, a determined glint in his eye. “We’ll make sure she never sees the darkness of this world. We’re in this together, Ben. We’ll keep her innocent and happy, no matter what.”

Days passed, filled with laughter and adventures on the high seas. Yet, as you explored, the crew’s obsession grew, entwining around you like a vine. You remained blissfully unaware, believing the crew’s protectiveness stemmed from love and friendship. Little did you know, their hearts were tied together by a darker thread, one that bound them to you more tightly than any affection could.

One night, as the stars twinkled above, you sat on the deck, lost in thought. Shanks approached, leaning against the railing beside you. “You okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah! Just thinking about how lucky I am to be with you all,” you replied, your eyes shining with sincerity.

Shanks’ smile faltered for a brief moment, replaced by a more serious look. “You have no idea how lucky you are… or how dangerous this world can be.”

You tilted your head, confused. “I mean, I’ve heard stories, but it doesn’t feel that way here.”

“Exactly,” Shanks said, his voice low. “And that’s how it should stay. As long as we’re here, you’ll always be safe.”

You grinned, completely missing the intensity behind his words. “I know! You all make me feel so protected.”

As the night deepened, Shanks’ hand brushed against yours, an electric jolt that sent a thrill down your spine. You looked up, meeting his gaze, still unaware of the storm brewing within him.

The next day, Ben noticed the lingering touches and exchanged glances. He felt the urge to intervene, to remind Shanks of the boundaries. But deep down, he understood the allure of your innocence—the way it made everyone around you feel alive, almost compelled to keep you close.

“Let’s go on an adventure today!” you suggested, breaking the tension.

“Count me in,” Ben replied, masking his unease with a smile. Shanks nodded, but a flicker of possessiveness gleamed in his eye. He wouldn’t let anyone take you away from him.

As you laughed and played with your brother and the crew, you remained blissfully unaware of the intertwining shadows of yandere love that surrounded you. The Red-Haired Pirates had claimed you as their treasure, and they would go to any lengths to protect you, even if it meant shielding you from the very truths of the world that would shatter your innocence.

In the embrace of their twisted affection, you danced on the edge of a dangerous precipice, blissfully ignorant of the love that could turn to obsession at a moment's notice. And so, the sweet story of your life with the yandere Shanks and Ben continued, a delicate balance of joy and darkness that only time would reveal.

A/N: I didn't particularly like this piece but i still posted it.

Umm i hope you enjoy reading it @wereallmadhere666

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Rewinding Us | 2

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: You and Mason built a love story over five years, but after an accident, your memories are wiped away, including any feelings for your constant bickering "rival". Can you remember your love story with Mason, or will you have to start all over?

Word count: 2736

You can read more chapters here.

I am thinking of you In my sleepless solitude tonight If it's wrong to love you Then my heart just won't let me be right

The villa was filled with the anxious feeling of saying goodbye. Tomorrow, everyone would go back to their own lives, leaving behind the sun and freedom of the past week.

You zipped and unzipped your suitcase, feeling that you were forgetting something. You couldn't remember what it was and that frustrated you. Your head was a confusing mess.

Things had been awkward with Mason since you brought up the kiss. Every glance, every brush of your arms, sent shivers down your spine. You tried to ignore it, pretend nothing had changed, but you would be lying. The accident hadn't just stolen your memories, it had changed something deep inside you.

"I hate you!"

"Do you really, Y/n?"

The flashback vanished, leaving you staring at your half-packed suitcase. A cold sweat ran through your skin. You knew the answer to that question. You hated him then, but now the feeling was different and it was terrifying. So, you ran.

The morning after the confrontation, a suffocating silence settled between you and Mason. You maintained your distance and were drawn to others, ensuring there was always a physical barrier between you and him.

Seeing your calculated distance hurt Mason. He wanted to tell you how much he missed the way you used to laugh with him, the way your eyes would light up when you spoke with him, your touch and your lips. But he had to give you time. More time.

"You're still packing?" Ben entered the bedroom and sat down on the bed next to the open luggage.

You were sat on the other side of the bed, folding slowly some of your clothes. "I'm getting there. What's the rush? I have all night." You smiled and he smiled back.

"Is everything okay?" His voice was gentle.

You looked up at him. "Yeah. Just tired from the beach, that's all!"

Ben's gaze held yours, amusement quickly replaced by a knowing sparkle. "You've been quiet!" He observed, his voice soft. "For these past two days." You kept folding clothes, slowly and carefully. Ben continued, his voice laced with a quiet persistence. "Does it have anything to do with… Mase?"

You paused, the question hanging heavy in the air. How could you explain the tangled mess of emotions stirring inside you?

You locked eyes with Ben, the lie a bitter flavour on your tongue. "No!" You forced out, the word barely a whisper.

Ben chuckled. "You forget I know you, Y/N. You've been ignoring him like a ghost." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Ignoring him more than usual, I mean. You haven't even started your usual arguing routine."

Frustration bubbled up, spilling over in a sigh. You slammed the suitcase shut. "It feels like everyone's lying to me." You blurted out, your voice thick with a tremor you couldn't control. "You included! Why can't anyone just tell me the truth?"

Ben raised an eyebrow, concern etched on his face. "What do you mean?"

"It's like you're all walking on eggshells." You said, throwing a frustrated hand in the air. "There's something you're not telling me. Everyone."

Ben's easy smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of unease crossing his features. "You're imagining things."

His words felt like a weak dam incapable of holding back the suspicion inside of you. "Imagining?" You scoffed. "Then tell me, Ben. What was my life like before the accident? Was I happy?"

"Happy? Yeah, of course you were. Living your life, having a job you liked, good friends…"

"And Mason? Did we still…hated each other?" You pressed on, your voice laced with a desperate need for answers. A hesitant pause followed your question.

Ben shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flitting away from yours. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. "I mean… you started to become more friendly with each other, yes… is that a bad thing?" His answer was carefully chosen, without revealing the true nature of your relationship with Mason.

You narrowed your eyes. "Friendly?" You repeated the single word dripping with disbelief. "Ben, you're lying to me."

Ben stuttered, his carefully constructed facade crumbling. "I, uh... I think it's better if you ask Mason about that, don't you think?"

The suggestion felt like a betrayal. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you mumbled: "He's probably going to lie too." Asking Mason about your relationship meant facing the possibility of something more.

Ben reached for your hand. "Look…" He said, his voice softer now. "I can't even imagine how it feels to wake up without memory. But if you want answers, maybe you should ask them to the right people." His gaze held yours for a beat longer than necessary. Then, with a quick kiss on your forehead, he turned and left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The next day, the drive to the airport was a blur of familiar views and friendly conversation. Charlotte, in the front seat, chatted excitedly about her plans, when they arrived back in London, while Ben and Mason talked quietly about an old football match.

The airport was loud with lots of people and long lines. As you checked in, you felt more and more worried. You just couldn't shake the feeling that you had left something behind.

Finally, when you got to the gate to wait for the plane, you remembered. "Wait!" You shouted. Your hand went straight to your neck. "I can't leave! I forgot my necklace."

"We can't go back, Y/n." Ben said kindly. "We'll miss our flight."

"But I have to!" Your voice was desperate. "It's a silver chain with a heart pendant. I can't leave without it!"

Surprise flickered across Mason's face. Mason knew about the necklace, he had given it to you on your first anniversary as a couple, but he hadn't realised that you had been wearing it all this time.

"Y/n, we really don't have time for this." Charlotte added.

"Then you guys go!" You snapped, the words tumbling out before youe could stop them. "I'll catch a later flight."

A tense silence descended upon the group. It confused him why the necklace meant so much to you, especially since you couldn't even recall that it was a gift from him.

"I'll go with her." Mason said. "We'll be quick, but if you need to leave, you can go!" You stared at him, your heart pounding. Why would he offer to go with you? Was it pity? "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

You were so anxious that you kept your mouth closed and followed him out of the airport.

The car ride back to the villa was tense. The music offered a thin shield against the awkward silence that installed between you and Mason. He stole glances your way, craving to hear your voice, to see your familiar eyes. Finally, unable to bear the quiet any longer, he spoke.

"Why is the necklace so important to you?" Mason asked, his voice soft.

"Because it's mine!" You replied, looking at him. "I don't know why exactly. I woke up with it, and I just take it off to shower. Must've left it on the sink by mistake." You mumbled the last part, a hint of frustration creeping into your voice.

"Maybe you could just buy a new one. It's easier." He suggested. When you sighed heavily, he realized he was pissing you off.

"I don't want another one, Mount." You snapped, his last name slipping out in irritation. "That is my necklace."

A small smile tugged at Mason's lips. The human brain was a fascinating thing, he thought, storing away memories even when you couldn't access them.

Back at the villa, you recovered the spare key from the hidden place and hurried inside, the urgency of the situation finally sinking in. You raced upstairs, Mason following at a slower pace. He knew the chances of making the flight were slim, so there was no point in rushing.

He found you in the bathroom, kneeling on the floor and frantically searching for the silver necklace. "Oh my god, it's not here!"

"Maybe it's in the bedroom." Mason offered. "Come on, I'll help you find it."

In the bedroom, you checked the nightstand, under the bed, and even tossed the pillows aside, but it was nowhere to be found. Just as despair began to set in, Mason spotted a glint of silver on the floor.

"Found it!"

The familiar sight made your eyes light up, a spark that sent a jolt through Mason. He hadn't realized how much he missed seeing that spark in your eyes. A shy smile graced your lips, and for a moment, Mason felt like he was falling in love with you all over again.

"Oh my god, thank you." You breathed out.

"Turn around." He said, his voice barely a whisper. You hesitated for a second but then found yourself turning, allowing him to clasp the necklace around your neck.

His movements were slow, his body brushing tantalizingly close. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. As his fingers brushed your skin, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over you, and a memory slammed into your mind out of nowhere.

"What do you have behind your back?" You asked, your voice thick with joy.

It was your first anniversary together, and after dinner, you'd settled on the couch for a movie night. But Mason had excused himself for a few minutes, returning with a mischievous grin and his hand hidden behind his back.

He sat down beside you and brushed a kiss across your lips, his familiar cologne making you smile. "I have something for you." He announced.

He smirked as he opened a small black box, revealing a delicate silver necklace adorned with a perfectly formed heart, causing your heart to melt.

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. "Mason, it's beautiful!" You whispered, taking the delicate gift from his hand.

He leaned in, his eyes searching yours. "Just like you." He murmured, his voice husky with emotion. And then, he closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and passionate.

The memory hit you so vividly that it took your breath away. You gasped, clutching the necklace to your chest and stepping back from Mason, your eyes wide with shock. He stood there with a confused expression on his face, his hands still hovering in the air where they'd just clasped the necklace around your neck.

"What?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.

You attempted to steady your breathing, but your mind was in turmoil.

This memory explained the strange possessiveness in his eyes when you first mentioned the necklace and the way his touch sent a familiar shiver down your spine. You didn't even know what to say. The memory left you in a sea of confusion.

"Y-You…" You stuttered, the word catching in your throat.

Mason was starting to get worried. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out hesitantly. "What is it, Y/n?"

"You were the one!" You blurted out, the words tumbling from your lips. "You gave me the necklace!"

Mason swallowed the lump in his throat and his heart was beating very fast. He wanted to say yes, that the necklace was a gift from him, a symbol of his love, but by the terrifying look in your eyes, he controlled himself.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said, his voice a low rumble.

You took a step back, confused and terrified by what the memory had brought surging to the surface. "I saw you!" You insisted, your voice shaking. "The necklace. It was a black box."

Mason let out a nervous chuckle, the sound strained and unconvincing. "Y/n, I think you're confusing things."

"STOP LYING TO ME!" You yelled, a burst of frustration.

"YES, IT WAS ME!" He shouted in response, finally letting go. The frustration in his voice mirrored yours. He was tired. He was tired of pretending he didn't want to be by your side every single day. "I gave you the necklace. Happy now?"

You squeezed the necklace in your hand. You didn't know what to feel. Since you'd met Mason years ago, your interactions had been filled with annoyance and hatred. But now, those new feelings were scary. You were afraid. Afraid of feeling something more for the handsome footballer standing before you.

"Why?" You whispered, your voice barely audible. "Why did you give me the necklace?"

Mason ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. "If you remember the box was black, you also remember we kissed." His eyes locked on yours. "God, Y/n, it's not that difficult. We were together."

You shook your head in denial, the image of his lips meeting yours in the memory flashing before your eyes. "No!" You breathed.

"Yes!" He said, his voice firm.

"No. We hate each other. That's impossible." The words tumbled out, a desperate attempt to cling to the reality you remembered.

Ignoring the protest in your voice, Mason took a step forward, forcing you to back up until you felt the cool wall against your back. The gesture sent a jolt through you, a mix of fear and a strange, unfamiliar excitement. He slowly took another step, and another, until he was impossibly close, his chest brushing against yours. You could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Do you hate me?" He asked, his voice a husky whisper. He was so close that you could count the small freckles peppered across his nose. "Do you hate me like you used to?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. His lips were a mere breath away, distracting you. "No-- yes, y-yes, I do!"

He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The tension was unbearable. "I don't believe you." He said.

"I don't car--"

"I love you!" The words exploded from him. His eyes holding yours captive. The force of his words left you speechless. Your legs felt like jelly, threatening to buckle beneath you. "I have been loving you for a long time."

"Don't say that, Mason."

"I missed you calling me Mason." He murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips. The air crackled with unspoken desire. "Fuck," He breathed, his voice thick with frustration. "I miss you so damn much."

There was a tense silence between you. You and Mason stared at each other, searching each other's eyes for answers. A slow smile played on Mason's lips, a hint of worry mixed in. He leaned closer, slowly, like a magnet drawn to you. Your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic drum against your ribs. Every part of you wanted to step back, to run away. But you couldn't move. Then, a second later, his lips met yours.

The kiss was passionate and gentle. Mason's hands cupped your face softly like he was afraid to break something. You wrapped your hand in his shirt, clinging to him as the kiss deepened. Without even thinking, you kissed him back, pouring all your jumbled emotions into the kiss.

It was a kiss that belonged to a different you. A you who maybe, loved Mason back. The realization slammed into you like a cold shower. You pulled away abruptly, gasping for air.

Mason's eyes searched your face. His hand brushed your cheek, a lingering touch that sent shivers down your spine. "Y/n…" He started, his voice hoarse., because of the kiss.

"I-I can't." You stuttered, the words slipping out in a rush. You stumbled away, needing distance. It was all too much.

"Wait!" Mason reached for you, but you were already running towards the exit. Tears pricked at your eyes, blurring your vision. You didn't dare look back, afraid of wanting to stay with him.

The fresh air hit you as you burst out of the villa, your lungs burning.

Focused on escaping from Mason, you hadn't noticed the car speeding down the street. It wasn't slowing down.

A screech of tyres tore through the pavement, followed by a loud honk. You heard a desperate shout - "Y/N!" - but it was too late. The world seemed to blur as the blinding headlights filled your vision.

[nevertheless-moving]

Lost Luke AU Part 5

Lost Luke AU (these are not in chronological order)

Part One - - - Part Two - - - Part Three - - - Part Four

meta , dramatic snippet , Is this how Qui-Gon felt on Genosis

amusingly and paradoxically, Luke’s presence in the lost luke au serves as evidence to the Jedi High Council that Anakin doesn’t have an attachment issue, ultimately leading to his knighting. The thought being:

Anakin had visions for a month about his family being in danger that he set aside to do his duty

it’s not until Padme insisted they go to Tatooine that he does anything about them

(of course Padme takes the blame for going to Tatooine)

when he gets to Tatooine, he finds out that his twin brother had already saved their mother, but that his adoptive family had already been killed

“Spoke of your mother, you have. Had a brother, you never mentioned.

“On Tatooine,” Luke says softly.

[Luke is a far better liar than his father, in that he know that the best lies are often the truth from a certain point of view]

“On Tatooine, pregnant slaves don’t receive medical care, not unless they’re being...deliberately bred.”

A wince in the force. Jedi are...Jedi never forget about the slave empire choking the Republic. Never. Not anymore than you forget about the horrors of your world, and in many ways they are far, far more cognizant.

But moments after being forced to choose between the evils of leading a slave army or letting a slave army fight without them, the collective guilt about slavery in general is just a tad raw.

“An owner wouldn’t know about twins until their born. Births are attended, so infants can be chipped immediately, but no one sticks around for the afterbirth. If the second twin is born long enough after...there are freedom networks.”

Here, Luke straightened up proudly. “I am the firstborn Skywalker in my family, and although we never met, I grew up knowing that I was free because of Anakin before me.”

“We never met before a few days ago, but I knew he had to be free, and that had to be enough,” Anakin added. (it’s true enough, if said hesitantly—Anakin always knew he’d see his mother again, and he always knew his son would be freeborn)

So! The council concludes that Anakin was only was drawn back to his bio family where his family needed it, not where Anakin needed it, which satisfies some more than others, depending on their definition of attachment

(ask any council of twelve a question and you’ll come away with thirteen answers)

Obi-Wan, who in between the Battle of Genosis and this meeting got read in on Luke’s whole...everything....is a little more doubtful, but needs must in a time of war and soon enough Anakin is knighted and Luke is employed by the temple’s newly formed military affairs division

Earlier Conversation:

Luke: We have to tell him!

Anakin: But you told me that one of his student’s became a Sith Lord!

Luke: But you can’t seriously think—

Anakin: No, You don’t understand—that means that his student is in the temple, which means that his Sith Master is probably also in the temple.

Luke: Oh kriff, you really think so?

Anakin: the only way the Jedi could’ve been so completely destroyed is if there was a traitor from within, maybe more than one!

Luke: okay, we won’t tell anyone else, but it’s Ben—I mean Obi-Wan—we have to tell him! He’s the only person in my whole life who told me the truth about how incredible you are!

Anakin: Oh—I uh, well! I guess when you put it that way, I—look, it’s just—I don’t want to make him sad, and I also don’t want him to be dissappointed in me for, you know.

Luke: For what?

Anakin: Well, ah, strictly speaking Jedi aren’t supposed to...

Luke: Aren’t supposed to what?

Anakin: uh. havechildren.

Luke: ...oh.

Anakin: yeah

Luke: ... are you disappointed

Anakin: What! No, no, force no, I’m thrilled! I always wanted kids! I just don’t know Obi-Wan’s going to take it

Luke: I mean, he did offer to train me, just because he knew you, and he wanted me to have your lightsaber, and he said a bunch of really nice things about you. so in the grand scheme of things, I don’t think it bothered him that much.

Anakin: Well, as nice as that is to hear, he also voluntarily lived on Tatooine, so, you know. Questionable sanity.

[ihaznoclue]

Can I request headcanons for ZZZ Ben Bigger, Wise, and Von Lycaon reacting to his gn crush's bangboo asking him to visit them because they said to themselves they missed him please?

Pairings -> Ben Bigger, Wise and Von Lycaon x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> His crush's bangboo asking him to visit you because you said to yourself that you miss him

Genre -> Fluff

Ben Bigger

Once your bangboo was right in front of him

He would raise an eyebrow but would be interested on what the bangboo is trying to tell him

He would then immediately blush that would cover his brown thick fur

He would try not to show it but it was no use

His crush's bangboo told him the truth about you missing him

So he decided to pay you a little visit after thinking about you most of the whole day

He immediately tries to find you as he spotted you were carrying some boxes

He would go over there and would help trying not to stumble over his feet

"Oh Ben, What a nice surprise"

"Well.. I saw you having some trouble carrying these boxes so I.. uh wanted to help"

You smiled gently at him as you thanked him for the help

"Um.. Your bangboo told me about something"

"Oh so that's where my bangboo was, It might've ran off somewhere"

"Well.. It came up to me seeming that it told me that you missed me"

"Oh- Well Yes I did say that"

Ben was like a cute cuddly bear as he patted your head in reassurance

"Don't worry, I missed ya too"

Wise

He would try to hide that fact that you, his crush has missed seeing him

On the inside he would be so delighted that you missed seeing him

Which he quickly drops all of his things down gently and would try and find you, your bangboo actually

He would follow your bangboo to where he might find you easily

He's quite happy that you have been thinking about him as he's been thinking about you most of the day

He would also be curious but happy still

Finally he is met with you as you found your bangboo

"There you are! Where did you go?"

Your bangboo looks happy about something

Wise cleared his throat a little to make sure you know he is

"Oh! Wise! Sorry I didn't see you there"

You rubbed your neck a little, thinking your bangboo has told him something to why he was here in front of you

He gave out a little chuckle as he spoke

"Your bangboo told me someone missed me"

He gave out a little smirk as you blushed

"I- Oh that's why it ran off.. to.. get you"

"It's okay, I've been thinking of you too"

Von Lycaon

He would be a little bit surprised to the information on you wanting to see him after missing him

His ear would flicker at the bangboo as your very own bangboo told special information

Lycaon would quickly compose himself

He would take a moment to think about his thought that runs in his mind

He's quite happy that you wanted to see him

So he adjust his suit slightly as he would make his appearance elegant and neat

He would give your bangboo a thanks as he would walk to go find you

His feet clanking against the cold tiles as he finds you in one of the rooms

His tail started to wag a little to seeing you

He cleared his voice making sure you knew he was there

"Oh Lycaon"

"I was informed that you wanted to see me by your little Bangboo here"

He would see your face flush with pink

"I.. well... my bangboo isn't wrong"

"Don't be so shy Master, I am here to fulfill your needs as I wished to see you as well"

"You did?"

He simply nodded as he gave you a little smile

-A<3

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for not telling my friend that her husband is gay and cheating on her for months after I found out?

Okay so I really don't know what the right move would have been in this situation and I feel really bad about it.

So I, 28(f) have two childhood friends who I'll call Rose (28f) and Matt (28m). Rose and Matt started dating in school, married quickly after that and have been together for years. It had been a really fairytale relationship and honestly I was really jealous of their relationship for a long time, before this situation started.

So I was hanging out with a friend who didnt know Matt and Rose, who we'll call Ben (30m). We were chilling together and he got a grindr notification. We like to share like who were talking to, what the plans are etc and he showed me this guy he'd matched with and it was Matt. I freaked out, Ben was like "hey maybe theyve got an open relationship and you don't know" I was skeptical but I had to admit that there was a small possibility that was the case. Ben sent me screenshots of Matt's profile and their texts and I arranged to hang out with Matt by himself the next week.

So when we hung out I confronted him about it with the screenshots and he broke down and told me the truth. He's gay, he's known he was gay since he was 13ish, and he's terrified of his, very conservative, family finding out. I asked him if Rose knew, and he confirmed that she didn't and he's been telling her that he's visiting family/other friends and instead meeting guys from Grindr to sleep with.

I was trying to balance my support for him, because I really felt for him and his inner turmoil being closeted for so long - I'm bi myself and it took me a long time to feel comfortable sharing my sexuality with people - and my anger for him cheating on Rose. I was also concerned because he was just meeting randos and sleeping with them with nobody knowing where he was, like bad shit could happen and nobody would know. We talked for over 5 hours going over all aspects of the situation, and by the end of it he said that he was going to come clean to Rose and tell her the truth and theyd figure out what to do from there.

Matt never told her. I waited for two months before I pressed the issue because, well that's a huge thing to talk about and I didn't want to pester him any more that it needed to be pressed. But after two months, he hadn't said anything and I was like "hey, she needs to know about this. You have no idea if youve given her any stis from the number of people you've slept with. She needs to know." He said he was going to tell her when he got home. He didn't.

In fact, Matt never told her willingly. Two weeks after I confronted him for the second time, a different friend came across him on Grindr in an unconnected situation, and he sent the screenshot straight to Rose without talking to Matt first. She immediately left him. She got an sti test and he had given her gonorrhoea.

They're getting a divorce. His family is incredibly homophobic, so Rose and Matt have agreed that they will gender swap who he cheated with when talking to his family (I.e., admitting he was using dating apps to cheat and the number of times he'd cheated but claiming that all of that was with woman rather than men). Since then they haven't spoken and Rose has been staying with her family.

I've told her all of my side of what happened and while she understands why I spoke to Matt first, she says she's upset that I didn't tell her at the same time, as gonorrhoea usually takes about two weeks to develop in the system and she (direct quote) "might have walked away with a shred of dignity if I wasn't peeing fire while i come to terms with being a useful idiot."

I feel dreadful. Obviously the blame really lies with Matt for giving her gonorrhoea in the first place but I can't help but feel responsible for not telling her when it was clear he wasn't going to do it by himself.

Aita?

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Chapter: 11

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Diego was heated, he had a vengeful look in his eyes that showed that. I was asleep for most of the ride back to his house because of how early it was in the morning but when I was up I could hear him muttering things to himself. He wanted Hazel and Cha-Cha dead and I don’t blame him.

They took away his lover, I don’t know anything about their relationship but I could tell she meant everything to him. When you lose a lover you’ll do anything to bring them back and avenge them, even if they're not sensible. There was no one to stop me from the things I did when I lost Ben, but Diego doesn't have to go through the same thing.

I'll be here for him if he needs me and if he doesn't want to kill me too.

When he noticed I was awake his grip on the steering wheel was a clear indication that he was about to burst. I readied myself for anything thrown my way while activating my powers.

But he didn't do anything to harm me, instead, he took a deep breath. “What do you know about Five’s behavior since he’s been back?” Diego asked me.

“What?” I whispered confusedly.

He scoffs. "What has he been doing? You should know, since every time you leave the academy it's with him.”

Was that true? I can’t keep track of what I do anymore. There are too many side plots in my life taking away my thoughts from the actual big thing, the apocalypse.

Instead of making eye contact with him, I look out the window as I speak. “Look, Five’s not exactly an open book. The first time I found him outside of the academy, I was trying to go into Griddy’s. And what do I find? The boy surrounded by a bunch of dead soldiers?”

Diego hung onto every word I said, trying to piece together if I was as crazy as Five was or actually telling the truth. “Then he tells me to cut this tracker thing out of his arm. He blinks us into Vanya’s house to tell us the world is ending in a couple of days. I mean can you believe that?” I rambled.

He stops the car in the middle of the busy road, and the tires let out a horrible screech. “What did you say?” He whispers, turning to me slowly. Not caring about the blasting horns from cars around us.

“The world is ending in four days?”

..

Once we reached the dojo, Diego bolted out of the car not stopping for anything, not even questions from poor Al who was just wondering if he helped Eudora or not.

“Diego, don’t do something you’re going to regret. Five isn’t the enemy here.” I cut in front of his long stride.

“Well, he sure as hell isn’t innocent either.” He pushes past me and slams open his front door.

Luther and Five were in there just where we left them last night. And Five seemed to be finally sober and he sat upright on Diego’s bed, in a conversation with the man sitting in front of him.

“Piece of shit.” Diego roared out as he tried to tackle Five. “Do you have any idea what you just did?”

I grabbed onto the back of his shirt to pull him back but he slipped out of my grasp. But instead of landing on Five, Diego was met by the solid body of Luther, who stopped him. “Nope, let me— Get your ape hands off of me!” He screams.

Luther remains calm with Diego wiggling around in the air. “I can do this as long as it takes you to calm down.”

“Fine.” Diego pants and then gets dropped onto the ground. Luther stares at me from behind all of this. He gives me a what's going on type glance but all I can do is look at Five.

“Now, you wanna tell us what you’re talkin' about?” Luther asked.

“These two have been pretty busy since Five got back.” Diego starts. “They were in the middle of the shootout at Griddy’s, and then Five was at Gimble Brothers after the guys in masks attacked the Academy; looking for him.” He pieced together information that I told him during the car ride to put me and Five at the center of blame.

“Seriously Diego?” I ask.

“None of which is any of your concern.” Five spoke up for the first time since we walked in.

“It is now, they just killed my friend.”

Luther looks at me “You’re involved with this Y/n?”

Before I get a chance to defend myself I'm cut off by Five. “No, she’s not, I just needed her for her abilities.” Who answers too quickly for that to be true.

“Yes, her perfect abilities. Y/n, you wanna tell Luther what you told me.”

“I barely know the details, Diego, this isn’t my story to tell, ask the time traveler who was there!”

We were all rapid-fire arguing with one another. And no one could hear the exact words we were saying because of how much we spoke over each other. But overall was Diego not believing me, me trying to say how lost I was and Five explaining this was still none of his business. Luther just stared blankly.

“Hey, hey, hey hey,” Luther yells.

“What!” The three of us yell back.

“Shut the hell up. Five I want answers, who are these masked people and what does Y/n mean about the end of the world? I want these answers now, the two of you wait your turn.” Probably the first time Luther has gotten anyone to be quiet, he sounds like a leader.

Five looks down “They work for my former employer. A woman called The Handler. She sent them.. to stop me. Then, as soon as Diego’s friend got in their way, well, fair game.”

“That’s cruel Five.” I cut in.

Diego takes a step closer to him and gets up in his face. “And now they’re my fair game. And I'm gonna see to it they pay.” He grits his teeth.

“That would be a mistake, Diego. They’ve killed people far more dangerous than you.”

“Oh yeah well we’ll see about that.”

Diego was ready to take action and leave but Luther held him in place for the answer to his final question. “So when is it supposed to happen? This apocalypse.”

“Well I can’t give you the exact hour, but.. from what I could gather. We have four days left.”

Luther gawks at him. “Why didn't you mention it to all of us sooner?”

“It wouldn't have mattered.” He sighs.

“Of course, it would! We could’ve banded together and helped you try and stop this thing.”

“For the record, you already tried.”

“What do you mean?” Diego asks grumpily.

Five is quiet, he tries to find the best way to say this so that his brothers don’t go crazy. “I found you guys. Your bodies.”

“We all die?” I questioned. That couldn’t have been right, in his journal someone was alive. But I couldn’t make out the name since Diego pulled all of us away to find Five.

“Horribly.” Five says, “all except for one.” He gazes at me.

My body shutters. “The one you wrote about in your book. The one who was still alive in all of the rummage, that was me?”

Why didn't my future self come back with Five to this timeline. What happened?

He answered my suspicions like he was reading my mind. “You were dying slowly Y/n, whoever ended the world did more damage to you than the regular human. We were together for a while and you aged the same as me, slowly. But when The Handler came to me, you didn’t want anything to do with it. Said you had gone through enough pain.”

“I don’t know what happened to you after.” Five said with an undertone of sadness, the best he could probably give without sobbing.

I think I have an idea what happened, I told myself I would never do it. But life has been hard ever since I was young, especially after losing Ben. In the future, I think I killed myself and forced my body to not heal.

This is what Reginald feared I'd do, but even if he made my blood into a healing solution he wouldn't be there to use it on me. It’s a scary thought, but I won't bring it up to them.

Five went on to explain that we worked as a team since all of our bodies were lying in rubble. And the MeriTech eye was worn by the person we were fighting since it was in Luther’s clasped hand. And then he told us about where he worked, the commission.

He went to all kinds of different time periods and killed people who messed with the timeline, and in exchange, he would eventually get to go home. But while being sent out on a mission to kill John F. Kennedy decided that he was going to disobey. And tried to get back to us on his own, so he could save us and save the world.

That's what we saw during Reginald’s funeral. But he messed up the equations and got stuck as a kid. Luther looked on in horror at Five's actions but this only seemed to fuel Diego's rage against Hazel and Cha-Cha.

Me though, I just wanted to go hug Benny.

“So where do we go from now?” I quietly ask the group.

“I'm tracking down those lunatics,” Diego mutters while leaving the room. Luther gasps. “I gotta find Allison and tell her.” Leaving me and Five, in Diego’s room.

“I just have one more question,” I say. “Did I tell you who ends the world?”

“No, all you said was, it wasn't her fault.” he says disappointed. I rack my brain trying to understand what that meant. I know this person personally.

“I know this doesn't make sense, I wish I knew more too. The best thing we can do is keep trying to solve this.” He says.

“I can’t go back to the academy right now, Five. Diego needs someone, even if he doesn't want it to be me. I need to do something.”

He sighs. “You always feel the need to help us Y/n, and what about yourself? Diego will chase you away and make you feel small then what, you're gonna force yourself to help him anyways?”

“I know I can’t fix everything, I can't heal emotions. But I can give someone an avenue to take their feelings out. Even if that's at my own expense. I don’t care.”

Five eyes widen when he looks at me. “Y/n..”

“It’ll be fine, trust me. And if it doesn't work, I'll come back to the academy and find you okay?” I say as I try to lighten the mood.

He only nods but lets me go anyway. I give him a meaningless smile as I leave the room, knowing I shared too much information and gave away a part of myself I hoped others would never comment on.

..

I let her leave to help him, even though it's going to amount to nothing. I just couldn’t help it, her kind but harmful manner got to me, and she’s too nice for her own good. Just like she was in the apocalypse..

But they had their differences too, even though their brains only differed a couple of days from each other. That Y/n lost her spark and this one is slowly draining herself of it. Delores tells me not to think too much about her, but how can I not? I left her there to die. And it's haunted me ever since.

I remember that day when I found her in the rummage. I was young and scared since I couldn’t blink back home. It took me a while to recognize whose body lay with my siblings, but it was the newest addition to the fucked up regiment Reginald made.

She was faintly moving before she started to cough up blood and debris. She was also very malnourished and scared, so once she was able to get up we started to talk. Not about the apocalypse because every time I asked she dodged the topic.

We stayed together in the wasteland of crushed buildings and fire, eating scraps that made her throw up. Her body wasn’t retaining any food, sleep, or healing abilities but she always told me she was okay.

I caught her a few times talking to herself, about my siblings and how sorry she was that she couldn’t save them from her. It was just us, and Delores for so many years.

I aged into an old man at the same time she did. But during that, she stayed small and weak. Like she was on the brink of dying, a fact I didn't want to think about. I couldn’t survive without her, I'd go crazy.

Then The Handler arrived and offered us both a chance to get out of there. I looked at her for an answer but she looked lost. I was glad to get out of this hellhole but weary for the future with this not trustworthy company. But I had her, the two of us could get through it.

Instead of sharing my excitement, she tells me to go without her. Saying that she’s likely to die anyway and that she’s tired of chasing a perfect world that doesn't exist. I explained to her I'd go through that with her but she’s dead set on going.

“My life is over Five.” She wheezes. “And I'm okay with that, I got to live it with you and everyone else. But you, you can keep going. Avenge this world and maybe someday we can be happy again.”

I try to speak but she cuts me off. “Maybe if I'm lucky enough, I'll finally get to see Ben!”

That broke me the most and with a lot of convincing from her, I was finally ready to take The Handlers offer. After goodbyes, she hugs me. “When did you get so tall?”

It was our final laugh together.

Before I left she whispered something to me away from prying eyes. “Promise me something Five.”

“Anything you want.”

“Promise me, you’ll break out of this bullshit and go back to the past.”

“What?”

“Listen. Go back to the past, how I don’t know but you're smart enough to figure it out. And stop all of this from happening, I know that's a huge thing to ask. But at least give it a try. Get back to us, get back to me, okay?”

“Of course, I'll try.” I sniffled.

“Don’t cry, do your best, live your life and try not to think about me too much.” Even then she still found a way to laugh.

“Now go before I cry too!”

She never wanted me to see her sad, or hurting even though I knew every move she made broke another part of herself. Y/n gave me one more hug before I stepped through The Handler’s briefcase portal.

I spent years trying to forget about a woman I should’ve never met. A woman I wouldn’t meet again until fulfilling her wish of going back to the past. But that version of her barely knew me, and all the things we did together. But that didn’t stop me from including her in all I did, to track down the person who ended the world. Even if she would never know about the love I had for that woman.

I was going to save my siblings and her from the apocalypse. Because I promised her I would.

…

I tried smth different this chapter tell me what u think!

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Marriage (Part 9)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x ex fiancée!reader Mason Mount x Fiancée!reader

Warnings: nothing

Summary: Max leaves his fiancée y/n at the altar on their wedding day but after years of regretting what he did, by a miracle of fate (or Lando) she appears in his life again.

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Since the day we argued, Mason had been staying at Ben's house and I had been alone since then.

The test was still in the drawer and I hadn't looked at it yet.

Since the fight, I hadn't had the courage to look, and I didn't want to do it alone.

Not without him.

I knew he wasn't thrilled about me coming to Monaco with him, but since we had already agreed that both of us would go and it would be strange if only he showed up, I ended up going too.

This time, Phil and Ruben were joining us.

Mase and I were sitting side by side, but it felt like we were miles apart.

When we arrived at the hotel, we were obviously in the same room. I dropped the bags in the corner and sat on the bed.

"Can we talk?"

"I'm heading for a shower now."

“Mase.”

“Please, don’t do this right now.”he said, entering the bathroom.

I sighed defeated and held back tears, mainly because the fault for us being like this was mine.

I kept thinking that if I had told him the truth none of this would’ve happened, the fact that I hurt him makes me sick.

So I decided to leave the room and go to the restaurant to eat something because I was very hungry. I sat at a table as discreet as possible and ordered a burger.

"Can I join you?" I heard a voice and saw Max.

"I don't think it's a good idea."

"Please?"

"Look, I don't want to be rude, but I'm not in a good mood and you've caused me a lot of problems lately."

"What do you mean?" He said, sitting. "Is everything okay?"

"Mason found your letter." I said, looking at him. "And we're not doing well."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Apparently, it is."

"In this case, it's not." I sighed. "You apologized many times and I decided to keep dwelling on the past and not forgive."

"You're upset, and rightfully so. I hurt you, and I'm sorry for that." He said. “You don’t need to accept my apologies if you don’t feel like forgiving me.

"I know you're sorry and even though I have every reason to be upset, I choose to keep remembering our situation and Instead of moving on and stop dwelling on all the bad things that happened to me and that’s why I ended up missing out on the good things in my life." I sighed. "I wasn't unhappy. I found someone who loves me for who I am, and I didn't appreciate that. I preferred to dwell on the past instead of focusing on the future, and here I am."

"Do you love him?"

"What?"

"Do you really love Mason? Because if the answer is yes, you should go after him." He spoke calmly. "But if the answer is no because you still feel something for me, even if it's minimal, I want you to know that I still love you, and if you want to give me a chance, I'm here."

I didn't say anything, just sighed, and at that moment, my burger arrived.

"Thank you.” I thanked the waiter.

"I'll be in my room." he said, getting up. "If you show up there, I know we still have a chance. But if you don't show up, I'll understand that you chose him."

"Max."

"Just think about it, please." he said and left me alone with my thoughts.

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Just to let you guys know, I will write to part’s 10, one is with a Max ending and the other one is with a Mason ending.

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guys is this a safe space. can I express my disappointment about how golden boy Ben Skywalker in the Star Wars books was retconned into Ben Solo. will u all hate me for calling Kylo Ren a “greasy little goblin” when comparing him to sweet princely golden boy Ben Skywalker. Or will I be harshly judged. Because the ladies at the book club I joined exchanged very concerned glances when I spoke my heart’s truth.

[a-heart-of-kyber]

No, no cuz listen.

@dealingdreams and I have discussed how Qimir/The Stranger gives trapped animal vibes. And she mentioned how maybe it was something similar to Ben wherein someone spoke to him from a young age in his mind.

(Kylo theme plays in the distance)

(It literally also played while Kelnacca...had someone else...in his head.)

And idk where, but someone pointed out that his cave has those Cortosis veins. So it, or maybe even the whole island, potentially has a similar veil of protection as the helmet aka blocking thoughts/energy etc.

Which means, if that's the case, this dude is hiding and has been hiding for a long time.

He only seemed to take on the "Qimir smuggler rat man" persona because Mae wasn't doing what she was supposed too and he wasn't even sensed by the Jedi in the force. Overall, he probably assumed he had laid low long enough to go unnoticed without the helmet.

Then he made himself very obvious, and if someone were looking/feeling/sensing they probably found him. Aka, his display on Khofar led Plagueis to the Unknown Planet.

Cuz remember...the helmet broke. He didn't have it on for hours after that fight.

I am personally not going to assume EU stuff is canon until it is made canon. So, while it could be Bal'Demnic, that has not been confirmed. Additionally, just because it could be Bal'Demnic it doesn't mean Plagueis has tapped that resource yet. It could still be unknown to even him until right now.

Now, whatever happened between Qimir and Vernestra, we know she thought he was dead. Aka, he was either actually dead or very close to dead.

(Additionally, this would mean that he initially had no reason to hide from her if he could assume she thinks him dead. So, if he has been hiding, he's been hiding from someone else.)

Plagueis most likely scooped that boy up and treated him like a science project for a bit. Screwing with him mentally in the process (a nice bit of further Sith ideological brainwashing). Then, of course, Qimir became the Apprentice.

(This would make him a bit of an analog of Darth Venamis. Far from the same, but taking bits of him...but also, surviving/escaping being an experiment.)

Which could mean he has been fed the Sith code and the Jedi code by those masters, but he has already had traumatic experiences with Both sides...leading to this lack of care for rules/wanting freedom.

(Aka Power of Two, not Rule of Two "rules rules rules if you never follow them, you never have to break them.")

And Qimir has repeatedly been compared to a Vampire in interviews and has comments and imagery within the narrative that lean that way as well.

(The floating/disappearing, "it was a very long time ago", the implication that when Sol knew him Sol was probably a child...being carried away in a swarm of bats-I mean moths)

I know so many people think Plagueis is involved with Osha and Mae...but I don't think he is, yet.

At the moment, I still think he's there for Qimir.

(Also, I'm not really pro having this guy show up for 3 seconds and suddenly literally everything is about him and he did it all. If he already did everything, where is he meant to go within the narrative exactly? If he already knows how to create life and Has Created Life?...anyways)

I think he's checking in on his potentially immortal or at least inhumanly long-lived test subject... I mean Apprentice (who may or may not have actually been resurrected). And, somehow, said Apprentice has linked up with a woman who was created using the force.

These two are literally Plagueis's version of Christmas.

P.S. I think he wants an acolyte for exactly the reasons he said. We have been repeatedly shown and told that Qimir/The Stranger speaks the truth...or, at least, his truth.

But...this doesn't necessarily disprove my other idea that he wants to draw out Vernestra have her go against Plagueis so he does not have to do that.

Going back to the idea that both of these Masters are powerful and they have both screwed him up royally.

And despite this, he can still fight blind in the force.

He is extremely balanced for someone who realistically shouldn't be if he's fully dark.

[alltoolewis]

Mine, forever- Mason mount 💐

I'm back!!! So happy to finally be back writing, I am so sorry for the long hiatus... I just needed some time away from social media to clear my head but now I'm back with more ideas than ever 😊 This one is random but super cute and fluffy! I am a little rusty from writing so this isn't my best but I really hope you all enjoy... love you guys 🧡

(This GIF is random but I just love how cute and fluffy he looks...)

Summary- When Mason tells you he told his mum that you were his date to the wedding, you immediately say no... but after thought and a deep conversation with your best friend... would being Mason Mounts girl be that bad...

You knew there was something up with him from the second he entered your flat. His eyes barely looking at you as he mumbled a quite hello, eyebrows furrowed together to which you know from your 6 years of friendship meant he was nervous.

“What have you done now?” You sighed, watching as he threw himself dramatically on the sofa hands covering his face like he complementing all of his life choices. “Had an argument with Ben again?” You questioned, to which he shook his head “a dirty tackle in training..?” Again your suspicions were met with a shake of a head. “Got a girl pregnant?”

His head shot up with disgust as he glared at you “what the fuck (y/n)? No! Of course not!”

“Then why the sour face..?” You laugh, not understanding your best friend’s dramatics “you haven’t had an argument, your not in trouble with the team… not got a girl pregnant” you had to sniffle a laugh as he side eyed you once more “what possibly could be worst than that, mase?”

His head fell back once more as his hands squished his face, mumbling a response in his palms that you could barely make out. “What was that again, captain?” His lips pulled slightly as you spoke the nickname you had used since his first captaincy in youth games, but that was quickly changed to a frown as he realised he still had to tell you.

“I may have told my mum I was bringing you along to the wedding” he breathed out all in one, voice shaking as he looked over to you where you were stood even more confused than before.

“Okay…” you spoke, voiced laced with confusion “what’s so wrong with that?”

“She asked if I had a plus one…”

“And you said I was going with you as your plus one…” you said calmly, trying your best to piece together why he was shook up over something that you knew about. Your eyes pierced his as you watched him wince, realisation suddenly hitting you “you said we were going as friends right?”

His head dipped down as he stared at his feet, to scared to look up at the horror on your face. “Mason tony mount, please tell me you didn’t?” You sighed, already knowing what’s next.

“I told her you were my date..” he groaned, hating saying the words out loud to you, just as much as he hated seeing your face scrunch up in disgust. “Mason…” you groaned back, throwing yourself down on the couch next to him, your hands now covering your own face.

“I’m sorry!”

“let me get this straight” letting go of your face, you looked at his dark hazel eyes trying to piece together why he told the worst lie he could ever have done “you told your mom you had a date to bring to the wedding when she asked, even when you could’ve just said that you’re just bringing a friend—me!—along with you.”

Nodding, he looked at you sheepishly “...i didn’t want my aunties to bully me again because i was single. they were ruthless at the last wedding.”

“You could have told the truth tho mase!” You scr each, throwing your hands up “you could of just said you don’t have a date but was bringing me as your friend!”

“They would have still rinsed us tho!” He argued back, trying his best to convince you even when he hasn’t convinced himself that this was not as bad as it seemed “They would have seen you next to me and questioned us all night! Atleast this way we don’t get questioned… I’ve done us a favour really”

Sitting up, you clapped your hands together taking him slightly off guard “oh sounds like a great plan Mason!” You laugh “perfect even… there’s just one thing your forgetting!”

“What?”

“We are not fucking dating!!!” You scream, causing him to flinch “what the hell is wrong with you! Why would you make things even more complicated than they are?!”

Ever since you’ve been friends your families have been rooting- begging even- for you to get together, his being a little more intense than yours! They could see the chemistry a mile away, even before you and Mason could. It wasn’t that you wasn’t attracted to the Chelsea star, your were head over heels for him, almost as much as he was for you. You were each others weaknesses and as much as you wanted to fall even further for him, you refused to get involved in his crazy world of screaming fans and the media. So you did the one thing you wished you never did- put him in the friend zone… a strong, painful friendzone! & it was going well… until he just ruined it!!

“You are overreacting now, (y/nn)” he huffed, feeling a bit deflated by your reaction “it’s one day, one day where we have to act like we are in love… which shouldn’t be hard to do” although his voice faded out at the end of the sentence you heard him crystal clear, causing a dramatic sigh to leave your lips.

Mason watched as you covered your face, for a moment he was able to see the tears brim your eyes causing his heart to break. He knew how hard it was for you deny your feelings- although they were clear to everyone & he understood why you didn’t want to get involved romantically with him although he though that you would be unstoppable together and he would protect you from the hard side of his world! But that didn’t mean your reaction didn’t hurt…

Kneeling down in front of you, he placed his hand gently on your knee causing you to peer at him from in between your fingers “we don’t have to you know…” he whispered softly, not wanting to catch you off guard “I’m sorry- It’s my fault for dragging you into this mess, especially since you don’t want to get involved with me in the first place”

The tremble and purity in his voice made your heart melt as you gazed up to him “you know it’s not because of that mase..”

“Then what is it…?” He pushed gently, eager to her your thoughts.

“It’s just when… if… I go with you as your ‘date’ I’m going to feel what it’d be like to be your girlfriend“ you sniffled, glancing up at him once more with tears in your eyes “I don’t know if my heart can handle it knowing it’ll only be a day and I can’t be it forever…”

Not being able to handle the urge any more, he wraps his arm tight around you allowing you to let silent tears fall on his sweatshirt. Once he knew you were calming down he allowed your head to rest on his shoulder, only then allowing his voice to break the silence “would it be bad tho?…”

“What?” You whispered back

“Being my girl forever…” his voice was the most vulnerable you had ever heard it, even after a loss you had never heard him speak with so much brokenness “is it really that bad for me to love you so open??”

You wanted to scream no… that you’ve never wished for anything more than to be his and only his. To be able to watch his matches with much more than just your best friends name on your back. To be able to take him to family occasions without questions, to be able to kiss him so openly in front of your friends, family and the world… but you couldn’t…

“Yes…” you whispered so lightly so lightly you were afraid he wouldn’t hear, but as his arms tightened around you, you knew he had “it would be awful Mason… ”

————

Since that day the wedding hadn’t been brought up since. Mason decided to tell his mum that you weren’t able to make it after all, while you decided to avoid Mason at all costs. Whenever he planned to come round you would make an excuse as to why he shouldn’t, Everytime he rang youd just as quickly make sure that it didn’t take longer than 5 minutes. He knew you were avoiding him on purpose, of course he did! He knew you better than you knew yourself, but that almost meant he knew you were just as desperate see him as he was to see you & it would only be time until you’d crack… little did he know you’d crack sooner rather than later!

“I don’t know if I can do this Lauren…” you sighed, holding the dress you had carefully picked for the wedding which was taking place in just 3 hours time “what if he’s already got someone else to go with him now!”

“Oh behave (y/n)!” Lauren laughed as she rocked Jude gently “that boy wouldn’t have anybody else as his wedding date but you… fake or not!”

Even after her words of comfort your hand still trembled against the silk fabric, your mind running with what ifs and maybes “what are you so scared off?” She spoke in a soft motherly voice as if she was talking to her own “falling in love with him?”

“No..” you sighed, sitting down on the edge of your bed, the camera on face time now only being able to catch the small crown of your head “I’m well past that point Lauren, I’m already in love with him..”

“Then why are you afraid?”

“He’s… him” you mumbled, glancing over to your vanity to where a picture of you and mase was sat. It was from the champions league after party, his hand wrapped around your waist as his medal was displayed proudly against your neck each of you holding an ear of the famous trophy “I’m not good enough for him… I don’t fit into that world!”

“I you think I fit into dec’s” Lauren smiled back “god (y/n)! I’m not a made name or a famous model, but he loves me… just like Mason loves you!”

“But what if we don’t work?” Your voice cracked as you spoke the possibility “what if it fails and we end up running what we have…” that’s always been your main fear, losing him. Not only because you don’t fit into his crazy world but also because you not good enough for him… or that’s what you think.

“You won’t!” Lauren cooed “you are perfect for eachother, I know it, dec knows it! Your whole family knows it, even Mason knows it… and deep down you do too! Go to that wedding, pretend to be his date and then follow your heart… if that’s to go back to being friends or more! Let your heart choose..”

You knew if you went to this wedding as his date there was no going back, there was no way you’d only be able to hold him, cuddle up to him, even place your lips on his (if needed to) for only one day!

“I can do this!” You breathed out, holding the dress in front of you “ I can do it!”

———

The second you arrived at the venue you spotted him, even when there was a huge group of people outside all wearing similar tux’s… you knew which one was your Mason!

You could already see his aunties huddled around him, nosy looks on there faces only telling you that they were doing the one thing that Mason didn’t want to happen… quizzing him on his love life! Even from here you could see the discomfort on his face, his eyebrows furrowed together as his hands messed with the edge of his navy blue tie- the same colour as the dress lauren helped you pick out! Not being able to let him struggle for much more, you hopped out your car with shaky hands, making your way over to save your boyfriend for the day.

“So your single?” His aunt asked, causing Mason to wince at her bluntness not really knowing what to say. “Sort off- no… I’m..” he wanted to mention you, just like he did to his mum but he couldn’t do that to you again. His aunt was just about to speak again when a hand was placed on his shoulder and the scent of your strawberry tinkled his senses.

“Hi… I’m so sorry for being late!” You breathed out, from anybody else’s ears they would of thought you ran over but to Mason he knew it was nerves that was causing your voice to shake. His cheeks turned crimson as you leant up to him,before you could stop yourself your lips touch his cheek in a subtle PDA greeting “the traffic was crazy and I couldn’t find a parking space, it was a nightmare!”

“Your here now tho” Mason smiled down to you; placing his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you slightly “that’s all that matters!” His eyes gazed straight back into yours, nothing but love and gratitude in them.

Impatiently his aunts cleared there and throats, causing you to break from your moment & that’s when it came reality in what this really was. “Aunt Jane. Aunt sue. This is (y/n), my fr-“

“Girlfriend…” you cut in, causing his eyes to grow wide alongside his aunties “it’s really lovely to finally meet you both…” from the side of your eyes you could see the big grin on his face and for the moment it felt like you could say it forever!

“Oh my goodness, we know who you are sweetheart!” His aunt gasped, grabbing you into a hug “we have been rooting for the two of you for years… you’ve got to tell us everything!”

Mason was just about to open his mouth when you cut him of once more “I’m so sorry for the wait, it’s been my fault…” looking up to him, you give him a soft smile “I didn’t want to ruin what we had before, but then I realized we can have so much more… as-long as we stick together!”

“You’ve got nothing to apologise for darling… your both together and that’s the important thing!”

Grabbing your hand, he squeezed it tight looking down at you with adoration “The wait was worth it in the end”

Once his aunts got enough gossip out the two of you, it was finally time to head into the church. Leaving you and Mason to walk in alone- hand in hand!

“What’s this about..?” Mason whispered in your ear as he sat down next to you. Although he loved your little surprise entrance he couldn’t help but be confused into what has happened.

“You needed me..” you whispered back, looking into his hazel eyes “and what fake girlfriend would I be if I left you here alone…” His chest rumbled lightly as he tugged you closer to him. “Your amazing you know that?” He grinned, pecking your temple gently as if he forgot it was all fake “plus you look absolutely incredible today.. could barely breathe when I looked down at you- prettier than the bride I swear!”

“Mason!” You gasp, smacking his chest gently as you looked around to make sure no heard his words “you can’t say that!”

“Yes I can!” He laughed “especially when my girl looks like this!”

Looking at him with a twinkle in your eye you smirked “I’m only your girl for a day tho champ, don’t get lost in your thoughts!”

“Does it have to be tho??”

“Be what?” You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows together in slight confusion

“For a day… could you not be my girl forever?” The same vulnerability as last week flashed in his eyes “please (y/n) , let me love you in the open? Would it be that bad?” This time you couldn’t say it would

Just as the lights dimmed and the sound of the wedding march began, you moved his cheek to the side planting an awaiting kiss onto his lips. Even tho it was just a peck, the fireworks shot off between you too leaving you desperate for more…

“No Mase…” you whispered softly squeezing hand tight “it would perfect!”

[miss-tarja]

The Immorality of Love (Pt. 5)

Duke! Miguel O'Hara x Courtesan! Reader

Warnings: Implicit classism, character introduction, mild sexual tension, emotional distress, Victorian Era Customs, tension, a dash of suspense.

Summary: Royals keep testing your patience.

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A/N: To inaugurate this new account, here's part 5 :'). Thanks for staying, and reading! Reblogs and comments much appreciated!

As soon as you stepped out of the carriage, a soft gust of wind caressed your skin, tickling the now standing hairs of your nape in a playful motion. You didn't know if it was mere anxiety or your brain playing tricks on you for it to believe you were in danger.

Miguel's hefty steps echoed behind you, crunching the gravel under his leather soles, but you were too deep in thought, admiring the view to notice him standing next to you. There was little that managed to surprise you in life, growing through hardships had desensitized your conscience to an extent, merely to protect your own sake, but the sight before your eyes forced you to keep quiet and behold the exquisite architecture in the area.

Royal Villas were something you and Aveline once fantasized of visiting, either from afar or from a formal invitation by one of their elite members. And now here you were, watching the staff neatly dressed in black and white and ruffles, running around with luggage and other activities through every corner your eyes managed to reach.

Crisp and perfectly symmetrical cut bushes adorned the main path leading to the two floored manor. Ivory statues were strategically put along the path with horses, soldiers, busts and other things you'd later have the time to properly take a look at whatever thing that came into view. But the fountain before you snatched all your attention in a go, adding the final touch to your awe and stealing your breath. If Miguel's property was beautiful, this one screamed power from every corner. It was royalty in its most natural form.

We did it Aveline

"Guess the prince outdid himself this time." Miguel's voice snapped you out of your thoughts as he offered his arm. You took it, naturally. Letting the staff to carry your luggage inside. Their looks and hushes increased when you touched Miguel, as if trying to pry every little secret from you with their keen gazes.

"Don't pay mind to them." Miguel adjusted his hat and you chuckled.

"Hard to not when I know I'm being watched."

You were sure that if allowed, you'd be interrogated by them until their curiosity was satisfied. But even so, they weren't the ones that worried you. A couple of men approached, looking like they were about to get photographed for a fine portrait. Neatly dressed with fine silk, cotton and linens, and lovely pretending smiles.

A blond with his hair slicked to the side, tall, muscly built with a soft face, laughed at whatever the lanky black man next to him spoke. His wick locks were slicked back, elegant and nattily combed in a bun without losing their rebel-ish look, a silent gasp escaped your mouth when you noticed a couple of piercings in his ears and face. Your back straightened as soon as Miguel moved towards them. A bold hand of his rested briefly ontop of your gloved ones, keeping an eye to the upcoming men.

"Relax. They're just spending the staying as well." He mumbled while tightening his grip on you for a couple of seconds. His warmth leaving your hand as soon as he reached for his hat and tipped it towards the young men.

The blond one smiled genuinely at Miguel and stretched his hand firmly.

"I couldn't believe my ears when Prince Harry said he'd invite you over, sir." The blond smacked gently the black man's stomach and beamed. "I told you he'd come!"

"Meaning more unnecessary time at the table to know more about the lad's life, hurray."

Miguel couldn't help but chuckle ever softly at the pierced man's smeering words, cause he spoke nothing but truths.

"This is Count Ben Reilly." Said man bowed elegantly and you returned the gesture, "And Baron Hobart Brown."

Even though you noticed the baron's lip twitching at his full given name, he just nodded your way. "Rather Hobie, my'lady."

"Violet Cain. Pleasure to meet you both." You bowed briefly and Miguel offered you his arm again.

"Is the round table gathered yet or there's people's still missing?" Miguel asked as you all walked towards the manor. The soft scent of flowers tickled your nose, filling your lungs with a much needed gulp of fresh air. City's life had been everything but suffocating and full of death, it's smell still lingered in your system.

"Some are coming, albeit later, but don't worry, sir. The Prince has made sure to have everyone comfortable this time. The renovations are done and there's much more space in the gardens." Ben spoke calmly, his smile never leaving his features that oddly, resembled lot of Count Peter. The only difference would be his hair color and the younger yet melancholic appearance.

"Speak of the devil and he shall apear." Mumbled Miguel as none other than the prince himself, Harry Osborn, walked down the stairs with a surprised beam in his face. You were about to bow but Miguel prevented you from such thing with a discreet shake of his head.

"Duke O'Hara! The man in the flesh!" Miguel bowed his head slightly and gave Harry a firm handshake, despite he upper royal attempting a hug on his end. "Good heavens, to who I must thank for you to showing up and grace us all with your presence?" His eyes immediately landed on you, raking you with his demanding stare from head to toes. "Who is this lovely woman, your grace?"

Miguel's countenance relaxed for a moment and gestured your way with a leather covered hand, "Lady Violet Cain, my companion, your highness."

Au contraire of Ben and Hobie, The prince took your gloved hand and kissed the back of your palm softly. His grip wasn't strong, neither weak. But rather a punctual amount of force enough to let you know he was in charge of all of it. Yet his lips remained a second too long on the gloved surface.

"A pleasure to meet you, my lady. If you are the one I must thank for having this hermit of a man in my little getaway, I think I might invite you often as well."

A polite and demure laugh left your lips. "Thank you for letting us stay, my lord. I'm sure these days will be worthwhile."

"We'll see about that, My lady. You see, your companion here never stays past two days, would you be so kind to help me make him abide the whole week?."

Miguel's nose flared, it could be mistaken as a chuckle, but the Duke knew better than to underestimate the prince's wit. It was his subtle way to order him to stay until the trip was done. Which meant a few obvious things, business and bad news.

"Of course, my lord."

With a smile, Prince Harry left. Leaving you alone with Miguel once more, but the pleasantries weren't done yet. The Duke introduced you to other people that gathered in the entrance, with disbelieving eyes at his mere presence. Some of them looked genuinely relieved to be there, as if also needing a change of pace and milieu, others just seized your every move, stalking each of your movements and words.

One in particular stood out from the rest. Dressed in dark colors, with platinum hair or white, you couldn't tell properly, combed into a stylish hairdo, and blue eyes, stalked you as Miguel introduced you to most except her. And just as she was about to introduce herself, Miguel shot her a brief glare, a clear sign to stay away, which earned him a discreet smirk from the white haired woman.

His hand on your lower back urged you to move towards the stairs before the questions from the other royals and their companions began, which you were grateful for. Their constant stalking didn't go unnocitced by neither of both, but it was a calculated risk you had forseen.

"A bit more and they strip me naked before them." You mumbled, walking with mechanical grace through the stairs and Miguel chuckled, letting the stares to follow you both. "Are they always this nosy?"

"Much worse than you think. Quick heads up." He opened the door of your shared room and let you in. "Try to keep it curt with the lady in black."

"Oh? Is she a past lover?" 

"Sorta." He removed his hat and coat, "My ex is currently moving out of my villa as we speak."

You shook off the shawl and sat in the nearest chair available. The room had a wonderful sight through the window, leaving the state's territory at your gaze's disposal. Gardens and a rose maze dressed up the left and your best guess of what could be the social areas remained to your right, full of trees and tables.

"Ah. Mine was found in the river after a couple days of not coming home."

Miguel's whole body stopped, his face tuned and contorted into a mildly disturbed stare your way, "What?" But deapanned while you tittered at his reaction.

"Works every damn time." You smiled but quickly gathered your bearings,"Who cut loose who?"

"She dumped me in my birthday, so... go figure. And did he? What happened?" Silence fell on your lips, but your eyes glinted with a mild and almost-there lick of sadness, but as quick as it came, it vanished with a deep sigh as you sat on the plush and expensive vanilla smelling loveseat.

"What did you do to get her spite like that? And nothing gruesome, that's sure."

"Didn't give her time. Was too busy with work." His brows puckered ever softly as he rested against a table and kept himself quiet. Urging you to speak through his silence. The brief yet intense exchange of stares was enough for you to smirk almost ironically.

"He just woke up one day and out of the blue decided that he could strive for something better. Guess the streets were rubbing too much on me for his likings."

"Where did you meet him?"

"On a dress factory I used to work at. He started courting me. We worked out for a bit, he tried to get me out of the streets, but there were bills to pay and none of us earned enough to live as we wanted."

"How long is a bit?"

"My, you're quite the curious man, your grace. I don't recall bringing this sort of personal approach in our contract."

He huffed while putting the heaviest luggage in your room. Although you got paired together, the room you were staying had separate accommodations. You on the right and Miguel to the left. The little living room with the chimney and the thick stony walls were the only thing separating you.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. It's a boring story, really."

"So you just spice it up by saying he got murdered?"

"Well, people are skeptical whenever a prostitute falls in love, they... tend to forget that we're humans too, but we're often vilified if we dare to feel beyond pleasure." You mumbled while straightening your cleavage, but his eyes remained in your face as you kept speaking, "For some reason there's a misconception that we can't fall under Cupid's radar, and whatever gesture we do remotely close to affection is thought out as of mere interest into our client's wallet."

"Pardon my prejudice, but isn't that true?" His head tilted

"It varies from woman to woman. Can't generalize. It's is true that I'm just there for my client's money. But playing such a cold and hollow-hearted game with the clientele, such as making them fall for me to get benefits, is where I draw a line."

"Well, at least I'm glad to know our intentions are laid out, Violet."

"Likewise. I like being straightforward with my sponsors. Saves lots of trouble. That's why I don't engage in intimate acts like kissing anyone in the mouth. That's too personal for my likings."

"Sounds like you're cautious."

"I rather the term selective. Not everyone is worth a kiss or worse. A heart."

"For how long did you last with him?"

"A year and couple of months."

"Isn't that more than enough time to get married and the like?"

"I know. But it didn't work out. Again, It's not for everyone. If it worked like that, many of us wouldn't be here in the first place. If you think about it, if we gathered all the people in the world and made the right questions, we'd find out that the times love has actually worked out for someone, is scarce, hence they'd be a minority."

His eyes darted with barely contained curiosity at your factual observations. His brain tingled for a bit with a rush of dopamine the more you spoke.

"And the rest a big majority playing pretend. Love is truly not for everyone and not everyone deserves it. But enough on the past. What the plans are for today?"

"Dinner is at 6. Don't change clothes, rest if you wish to."

"Yes, your grace."

"Please, call me Miguel."

"Wouldn't that be impolite to call you by your given name before royalty?" Your brows furrowed as you stood

"It'll make it more convincing." He shrugged, "I'll be in the other room, knock if you need something."

"Thanks, Miguel."

His eyes lingered for more than a couple of seconds before retiring for his chambers. The getaway had just begun, and so the tab for keeping his patience afloat.

The sun had died behind the never ending  dashing taints of yellow, pink and purple, leaving the room full of golden. A golden that poured onto your skin wherever it could reach, adding the perfect amount of Midas touch into your overall beauty.

Miguel had slipped in your room after knocking several times but heard no response, just to find you sleeping, something he noticed slipped from you often, not that he could reprove you from such thing, considering all things happening in your life. Sure, beautiful was one of the first things coming to his mind upon describing you, but the appeal seemed to enhance when you were fully rested.

Despite grief taking a hold on you. Your mood and eloquence improved, he also noticed. And now this. The sun painted your cheeks, part of your neck and the top of your cleavage, a subtle but ethereal sight. For once he took the time to admire the woman he had hired, to scrutiny you further and properly. The previous conversation and your insight about such intense feeling as love, had made his brain tingle in ways he only got whenever finding a good crossword in the newspaper.

It showed him another layer of you hidden within the hardened by grief exterior. A great conversationalist by nature when pressing the right buttons and asking the right questions.

His eyes raked over your breathing pattern. Calm, peaceful, and deep, like it would be the last proper sleep you'd ever have and you seized every chance you had. He knew much on the lifestyle your kin led, and wouldn't blame you for actually wanting to rest instead of entertaining him. But you also needed to eat, cause although having a break was good, so was not starving youself. And he was sure your body would need it after spending most of the evening in doze off mode.

So here he was, too enraptured in the sight before him and his thoughts that forgot his reason to invade your privacy in the first place. A maid had been kind enough to announce him that dinner was ready. And it was the perfect excuse for you to learn a few quick things before anything else happened, but also have your perspective on things he'd ask later. A lingering tingle roamed his brain and his lips pulled in an invisible smile.

"Violet." He called and no response.

It was almost heartbreaking to interrupt your sleep, but if you kept it going, that would only make him more suspicious on your health. He made a mental note to recommend you to his personal doctor later. Sadly he couldn't cure the wounds the mourning left recently on you, but he could make the ache less heavy and wounding.

"Violet." He called again, shaking you gently by your shoulders, and his breath caught in his throat when your eyes fluttered open, slowly to finally widen, startled.

"My goodness..." Your hand curled on your chest, trying to soothe the sudden alert that jolted you awake. Miguel's hands rose in defense as he backed up a step. "You startled me."

What horrors plagued your mind despite the good rest? Which misfortune hunted your mind to the point of shutting your brain off to avoid the constant feeling of it? What exactly had happened way back before you went to his home? What had you seen?

His eyes blinked away and left space for you to sit down.

"My apologies, dinner is ready."

"I'm not hungry" You shook your head and fluffed out the pillow as if readying it for a round two of sleep.

"Violet." the implicit warning in his tone made you sigh.

"I swear, my lord. I'm not. I'm just tired."

Saddened actually.

But such thought wasn't leaving your mouth, ironically, you were tired of feeling grief and loss to obsess over you, making you their main target from quite the while now. And they often left you exhausted. Yet Miguel understood, or at least had the vague idea of what grieving looked and felt like. His mother's burial service was a good example of it.

All he wanted to do was sleep, drink or bury himself into work, despite the stormy and tumultuous relationship with Conchata. Despite the years of suffering and carrying the burden of being her son. Conchata was known for being a firm and selective woman that tended her hand only to those that deemed worthy of it, often neglecting the outer districts. A mess he was set into fix one way or another.

"You'll feel even worse if you don't eat something. I'll tell the maids to bring our food."

"Wouldn't that bring you trouble? Skipping meals with them, I mean."

"My presence here is more than enough for them, and since everyone is either holed up or also tired, the dining hall will be empty. And I've got to show you some other things for you to get familiar with."

With a groan, you lifted your upper torso to sit down and sighed, "Hasn't it been enough etiquette by now?"

"It's not etiquette. A tour. So you need energies for it as I expect you to attend." His fingers fiddled with his sleeves, rolling them up, offering you the sight of his well worked forearms.

"Or... let's eat here and we figure out what to do later."

"Dios mio, qué terca eres. But let's make it your way for this time, Violet." (God, you're so stubborn)

"If it was my way completely, we wouldn't be talking. Don't get me wrong, your... Miguel." You corrected and cleared your throat. "I'm not a fan of feeling I'm not properly winning my money."

"That can be arranged. You said others my age talked with you. So, humor me. Let's talk."

Your brow tilted, confused as he took a brief break to ask for the food to the nearby maid he found in the hall, then returned before you.

"You want... to talk." A fleeting shrug shrunk his shoulders in response, "What do you wanna talk about?"

"Yourself. For example, you seem to be quite smart." Your brow furrowed at his phrasing and he pinched his nosebridge at your sudden discomfort, "I-I'm not saying you're not smart, just-" That earned a giggle from you.

"Tell me something. How long have you been without company? Like, talked to a woman beyond formalities and thigs like that?" You stood and approached him, the hem of your skirt swayed back and forth as you walked. His lip pursed in a mild scowl and his eyes darted away, avoiding meeting your scrutinizing gaze, ashamed enough for his silence to be the answer." Yeah, I thought so."

You circled him, evaluating his tense form with critical eyes, grazing your fingers to wherever surface they could reach, sensing how he tensed and jerked under your touch, how his fingers twitched upon feeling the warmth you delivered in spirited strokes, "Ironically your...  attentions on that night we first met dictated the opposite."

The batting of your lashes and your palms resting on his middle torso had his throat bobbing ever softly, almost imperceptibly as he seized you from the corner of his eyes. His ears however turned the softest shades of pink upon your observation, not fond of being exposed easily. You on the other hand, didn't want to reminisce in your most recent life changing events and mourning, too exhausted and drained to dwell into them, so causing an inner havoc in him was your best interest at the moment. He amused you.

"A good job, I suppose?" His eyes twinkled with a subtle thrill despite his eyes remaining in faux boredom when you smirked.

"The best one so far."

And that was enough to crack his facade and have his magnetic eyes rake your form before giving you a little smile as he tipped your chin upwards, clashing your gaze against his persistent one. A rush of expectation soared through your body, making your lips part with a silent sigh of anticipation.

"You got a fascinating way to curl around the truth, Florecita." He chuckled when your eyes furrowed softly at the nickname, "But we're talking about you. Not me." (Little flower)

Your eyes rolled, disappointed he didn't followed your coquetry, "That's a shame, cause I've got nothing much to talk about."

"Didn't have you for a liar, Violet." It was his turn to smirk.

Your jaw clenched as you removed yourself from his touch, your eyes not leaving him for a second, a curious glint shadowed them. How dared he to pry even further into your already cracked walls? Moreover, how dared he to care? But a job was  job, and you were here for work. He was your ticket to a new life after all. 

"I think I might like that tour now."

A chuckle was everything that left his mouth, although he was set into pulling some information about you, he rather get the walk. Something was better than nothing. The room reminded him of his own back at Babylon Manor. A bit too claustrophobic for his likings.

"Let's eat first, and then we'll go."

"Yes, sir."

The long halls of the property stretched into neverending doors containing room after room. If you had counted ten, you had barely started. It gave you a wider picture as to why you had seen more staff members than royalty itself. Miguel had shown you a bit of important places.

The entertaining room, with a bunch of books and chairs scattered around, the pool room where men gathered to smoke and drink. The projection room where you probably watch a bunch of pictures taken all over the world. And of course, the rose maze. A place where most loved to get lost to purposely not be found.

The other royals remained on their rooms, others were in the dining hall, having their dinner after a couple of drinks to warm up their expensive bellies. A couple of heedless moans echoed from prince Harry's room as you passed underneath his balcony.

"Is he always like this?" Your nose scrunched in disbelief

"A day where he isn't fucking you'll know some thing's wrong with him." He huffed and turned to the left. A gust of wind hit you with the delicate smell of roses. "Don't indulge him too much with conversations. Actually? don't give him a chance to think you're here to sleep with him."

"Oh heavens, no." Your nose scrunched up again, but this time in disgust," I actually pass opportunities to sleep with royals whenever I can. Dumb for so many, but I like keeping myself alive, and clean." 

"Why didn't you skip the chance with me, then? And clean?" His brow rose with clear interest  as you walked next to him.

"We're both getting what we want. Simple as that. And, you're the most bearable royal I've ever met. Same for Count Peter." You shrugged, "And yes, clean. Most of you lot love to sleep with whatever crosses your way, often hiding diseases, plus not all prostitutes offer protection, so do the math."

He hummed in response as he took you to the fountain areas. The more you ventured with him, the more your admiration for the place and his bravery to mingle with such people increased. However before you could even express such a thing, his eyes were already settled in the main gates. Open, bustling with the staff and a familiar figure stepping out of the carriage.

"Come."

He pulled your hand and guided you through hasty steps, turning and swirling you through the maze. His sudden urge to leave had your mind swirling in a hurricane of racing thoughts and warnings.

"Wait! Miguel!" You mumbled, trying to match his speed, eventually lagging, unable to hold his pace. Until his steps got lost through the place. You didn't know what had came over him, or who had arrived to have him in such a rush, but it didn't matter, not when he had left you stranded in the middle of the maze.

You idiot! Wait for me!

In a final attempt to reach for him, you turned to where it was your best guess of his direction, only to end up in the beginning of the maze. It wasn't the direction you wanted, but the discomfit of being alone in a place you didn't know wasn't an option. Your heart hammered in your ribcage as your head swirled with thoughts, trying to organize them.

First thing first, you needed to find Miguel. The obstacle? Not a single soul passed in the maze yet. Meaning, you'd have to go back. It was one of the few things your mother taught you when little.

Always go back to where you came if you find yourself lost.

Either allegorical or literal, it was a good advice, so you traced back your steps and entered the east wing of the manor. The ivory statues would lead you to the main rooms, and hopefully you'd find a maid to get you back to Miguel's room.

A turn here, and many posh and romantic paintings later, you ended up in the south wing. The opposite of where you needed to go. You removed your gloves as they felt too hot and heavy on your sweaty hands and dried your forehead with them, then walked towards a hall, leading to yet another long hall.

I'm so charging him extra for dumping me there and not even taking a chance to wait for me.

Your steps echoed through the desolated space, advancing further into the depths of the unknown and guarded.

Idiot.

With a huff you increased your feet's tempo only to abruptly stop when a door closed behind you, loud enough for you to turn around and see none but the woman Miguel warned you about, holding the doorknob and watching you with feline narrowed eyes.

Your throat swallowed in discomfort, not because of her obvious scrutiny, but the nature of the situation. There was a reason why Miguel skipped introducing her, a reason, you didn't feel brave enough to find out but life had interesting ways to make you face either your fears or reinforce your mettle. But this surely would bring you a bad taste of mouth.

"Are you lost, my lady?" The soft spoken and borderline sultry voice of the white haired woman echoed through the halls, addressing you directly.

"I'm afraid so." You nodded, turning to face her completely.

"It's alright, dear. New companies always get lost. A shame for the Duke, to leave you like this on your own. Come."

Your brow rose in a lick of suspicion as she offered her black gloved hand.

"As much as I appreciate your help, lady... -"

"Hardy. Lady Felicia Hardy, Countess of Queens."

"My lady" You corrected yourself, but didn't bow, "I don't wish to interrupt any of your time. Could you tell me which direction I must go?"

"Well, it all depends, dear. Who are you looking for?" That dear in her mouth came out with the same mockery you used whenever treating with unwanted customers. "The Duke, or the prince perhaps?"

Excuse me?

"Why would I go with the prince if I came with the Duke?" Your brows furrowed, "And for what I managed to hear, the prince is busy."

"Oh. My apologies, I sometimes forget that not all new companies the men bring in, are meant to be shared."

Bitch.

"Seems it's something you've learned from experience, Lady Hardy."

Her jaw clenched, although you had bit her bait, evidently it had backfired, but even in her defeat, Lady Felicia could only smirk. Glad to have a taste of your temper.

"Experience shapes us. It molds us. And it also teaches, to keep our tongue in place."

"Seems we both need to keep learning that advice, My lady."

A haughty huff flew out of her tiny nose, "Believe me, it's not proper of me to come out of character like this before anyone in particular. Just find some... situations less tolerable than others."

"Either for good or bad, it's always an honor to witness the real deal underneath titles."

"Real deal? Ah..." Felicia smirked, as if instantly recognizing your pedigree. "I apologize, I find myself amused that this castle has seen a bit of everything. The standards have taken such a downgrade that, it feels as if the populace have invested themselves with the belief of being our equals."

"Oh, heavens forbid so, My lady. I couldn't sleep at night knowing that I'm not only not contributing to the people, but also leeching off them."

The smirk vanished from Felicia and her eyes turned sneering and demeaning, but the features were quickly washed away when familiar heavy steps filled in the empty hall behind you both. Each step carried a good load of anger, mixed with the evident wary in his brown eyes as he watched the two sides of society clashing together. He had heard the last bit, you having the upper hand effortlessly, and it was enough to know it would end up in a bloody disaster.

"Violet." He called and you turned, his hardened eyes did nothing but to get a scowl from your face. "Let's go to our chambers."

"How improper of you, Duke O'Hara. Not introducing us before. Miss Violet has proved to be... quite the company."

The way your name came out from her mouth gave you nothing but an uncomfortable crawl in your spine. But the anger slipped in her aristocratic bones the more the Duke ignored her, he didn't even glance her way, rather pulled you away from any further verbal spar between, and as If dreading you'd slip away again, he hooked your hand around his arm and squeezed it gentle but firmly. Trapping it against his body and securing your place next to his.

If his intentions were that the white haired and uncouth woman to watch the exchange between you, and make his point across of not wanting any sort of contact to be clear, he didn't have to worry about it. Felicia turned from where she came from and slammed the door loud enough to make Miguel sigh as you both scurried away from her.

Your eyes shot him brief glances, and found nothing but his jaw clenching and loosening with the myriad of thoughts that flashed before his brain. In a few turns and steps, you both entered in the exquisite privacy of your chambers. Your hand, instantly released while his landed a bit too tight on his narrow waist, anchoring and leveling his frustration.

"I told you to keep the interactions to the bare minimum, Violet." He waved a warning finger and his patronizing words had your brows frowning, irritated again.

"You say so like I purposely lagged behind! You left me on the maze! I don't know this place and naturally I'd get lost! And that bitch started!"

"I know! But you're not here to amuse her, Violet. If I'm telling you to keep yourself away from her is because she's not worth the trouble." His hands stressed the last syllables

"Like if I want to be around that woman! I. Got. Lost. Because someone ran too fucking fast in place that I barely know and now I probably have my head demanded on a plate by her."

"You're exaggerating-"

Your eyes flashed, "Say that one more time, I swear I pack my stuff and leave you here."

The clash between both amused and asphyxiated him equally, but a different kind of crawl ran down his spine when his eyes took in the anger and indignation oozing from every pore of you, the way your bravery soaked in every word it came out that pretty mouth of yours. And when you hand gestured to make emphasis in the place, he gulped, as if hypnotized, not because the firm threat you just gave him, but the actual nerve you had to do such thing. Thrilling and pleasing despite the twisted situation you both were in.

He had made the right choice after all, and every problem and obstacle to convince you, was beyond rewarding.

"My apologies, Florecita."

Your glare didn't waver, and he stepped in closer, his frame casting a faint shadow over yours. His eyes took in as much as he could, stopping for a second longer on your cleavage and neck, then your lips, that curled with the softest of smirks as you stepped closer, pawing at the wolf's whiskers to see how would it react.

"What did she say?" But he spun you around and didn't waste time to get a hold of the loose laces behind your corset. All the running and turning had loosened them up, and he, the gentleman he was, couldn't leave them like that. Plus it was the perfect chance to distract his racing mind, despite your obvious frustration at his mixed signals.

"Nothing I haven't heard before." You swayed with every pull of the corset and the laces he gave you. "Slow down, my lord. If you want me in your bed just say so."

A chuckle escaped his mouth as his hands worked through the tanglement of laces in a more mannered and slow motion. His mind commanded his brain to act properly.

"The only truth is that you do need to lay, but to rest. We're getting early tomorrow, and please." He pulled the corset in a go leaving the underlayers at his sight," Wear something sporty. It's activity day."

"I'm not curious enough to ask what kind of things you royals do. So thanks for the actual heads up, My lord."

"Miguel." He corrected and you smirked.

"As you wish, sir." You were about to bow to him with evident mockery, but the door shook softly with a knock.

"Miguel, are you there?"

Peter's voice echoed behind it and the duke sighed.

"Peter arrived earlier than expected, so my apologies for leaving you back in the maze."

"You should've hired him instead, my lord." The mockery in your voice earned him a playful scoff

"And give everyone a new reason to gossip? I don't think so. I have enough as it is."

With a giggle you walked to your side of the shared room. "The I bid you a good night, Miguel. Wake me up tomorrow if I don't answer right away."

His eyes remained in the closing door that clicked once you were inside, but another knock snapped him out of his brief trance

"Ya voy." (Coming)

Peter's brow quirked when his sight landed on Miguel's hand. Your corset, scrunched up and snug in his hand, absorbing whatever heat your body left behind, freshly pried away from you.

"I can return later when you're done." the Count offered and Miguel's eyes rolled and opened the door wider for him to enter.

"She's resting, come in."

"Miss Violet seems to be quite compliant." Peter removed his hat and let Miguel to lock the door behind them. 

"At all. She's actually more than what I bargained for initially." He made a gesture to Peter and his friend followed him to his room, taking a proper seat before him.

"And that's a good? Bad thing?"

"Still debating on it. Told her to not come close to Felicia, first thing she does when I'm not looking is getting on that wretched woman's nerves." Miguel silenced Peter as he was about to speak, concern too ugly in his face, "But it was my fault. Left her on the maze to fetch you."

"I'll apologize to her tomorrow. Felicia is...-"

"Yeah. A pain in the ass I can't get rid of, sadly." The duke poured a glass of whiskey for each and gave Peter his.

"Seems you breaking off the engagement back then didn't suit her well."

"Not my problem. She was everything but helpful, can't drag deadweight with me, much less in my duties." 

"Speaking of which... there is something you must see." Peter took a swig of the drink and pulled a small yellow envelope and handed it to him, it's weight a tad hefty than anticipated.

Miguel's eyes instantly devoured the information scribbled on the outside, with a frown as the police signatures and stamps were in every paper he managed to see inside.

"What is this?" The Duke pulled out and flipped the assortment of pages and read as much as he could, skimming through them.

"Police reports, Lyla sends them. Not good news." Peter's face sombered as he took the most recent report. The name Susan Lewis caught all Miguel's attention.

"The woman was a respected courtesan, she ran two of the main brothels in Brasswood Avenue. Had been around for more than a decade in the business."

"Violet knew her." the Duke frowned 

"Yeah. Which reminds me to also tell you, Lyla might need a word or two with Miss Violet to add to Lewis's case."

"She doesn't trust the police, Peter."

"You'll have to convince her one way or another. There's a... there's a killer on the loose." Peter swallowed the uncomfortable knot in his throat, "Susan was the third victim, apparently it's the same modus operandi, multiple stabs, throat sliced and bodies left in the open."

Miguel had to rub his face to wash a bit of the sudden stress and load put on his shoulders. Part of being a Duke was to see for the people's needs, part of the mess Conchata never cared enough to fix, and when he was named Duke, the first thing he swore was to get some sense of safety back to the least fortunate. Cause even him dreaded at times to come out his manor or work.

But this only confirmed his worst suspicions, a killer in the loose targeting women? Unacceptable. There were enough risks as they were to add a dangerous and unhinged man roaming free on streets to the list of things that troubled him and the people. But more importantly, how would you take such news?

"I'll see to it."

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[mountttmase]

Okay so what if the reader and Mason have known each other for a while and they have an ons and the reader expects him to be selfish and only trying to make himself cum, but actually he’s attentive and makes it obvious he wants her to cum first and somehow calls her baby too and is overall sweet and stuff and maybe cuddly at the end? :)

A Little Problem - Part One

Note - thank you anon for the request 😊 I hope you like it. Feedback is always appreciated and requests are still open so feel free to send anything my way 💕 Part two can be found here.

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.1k

Warnings - smut and fluff

‘I tell you what else I didn’t like’ Mason exclaimed as you opened the door to your villa. ‘The way he crossed his legs when he was sat down, always made me feel mad uncomfortable’ he laughed as he followed you into the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of water as you pulled yourself up onto the countertop not too far from him.

‘I feel like these are getting oddly specific now’ you laughed as he passed you the bottle, leaning on the cupboard just to the side of you and he laughed at your scrunched up face.

You’d known Mason for a few years having met him through your best friend Ben and in the last year or so you’d grown close. He was sweet and charming and was always looking out for you, so when you told him you’d broken up with your boyfriend of seven months, he was quick to comfort you and make you feel better.

It was the end of the season and you we’re currently in Greece with Mason, Ben and a few of the other boys. You’d been out for a fairly low-key dinner and a few drinks, but after two you weren’t really feeling it and let Mason know you were heading back. Not wanting to mention it to Ben as you know he wanted to let his hair down a bit, but Mason had offered to come back with you as he’d overdone it in the pool that day and was a bit sleepy.

You’d started talking about your ex on the walk back and he was quick to list off all the things he didn’t like about him from his hair, to the shoes he wore to the way he sat apparently and you knew he was only saying all these things to make you feel better and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it.

‘Sorry I ruined your night, Mase’ you pouted and he looked at you with a confused face.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Come on, you’re on holiday surrounded by gorgeous girls but you’re spending your evening here’

‘Nothing wrong with that’ he chuckled, stepping between your legs with his hands planted on the counter. You thought nothing of it as he was always very touchy but you noticed his eyes glance down to your lips for a split second. ‘Why don’t we get ready for bed? We can hang out in my room and watch a film if you want’ he asked and you agreed immediately.

You took a quick shower before popping on some cute pyjamas. The shorts were a little too short but you figured it was only Mason and he wouldn’t mind. Plus he’d seen you in a lot less the past few days so you thought nothing of it. You quietly knocked on his door before stepping inside and he smiled at you brightly before patting the empty side of the bed next to him.

‘I got us some snacks’ he told you, nodding to the table besides you and you smiled back as he pulled you to him. You lay on your side as the tv was facing that way and he positioned himself right behind you resting his head on his hand so his face was just above yours behind you and he’d settled his arm on your hips as he searched through the channels. ‘You wanna watch anything in particular?’

‘No you can choose’ you told him, but the truth was you couldn’t think straight enough to pick anything, not with all the physical contact he was giving you. Yes he was touchy and the two of you were close but you’d never been this close to him before. You could feel his breath on your neck and you knew he felt you shudder when he spoke in your ear but you willed yourself to relax into him.

It was just Mason. Your good friend Mason. Your extremely handsome, funny and attractive friend Mason who’s legs we’re currently tangled in yours.

You hadn’t had any physical contact with a boy like this in a couple of months so you blamed your sudden feelings on this and when he put some random film on you didn’t catch the name of you took a deep breath and tried to relax.

You weren’t paying attention too much, you spent most of your time focusing on the way Mason was breathing and the feeling of him absentmindedly tracing circles on your hip. That was until a bit of a sexy scene came on and you felt him shuffle behind you uncomfortably. He’d moved away from you but you were missing his warmth so you shuffled back a bit, soon figuring out why he’d moved as you felt him digging into your lower back. You stiffened immediately but felt the laughter bubbling up in your throat so you covered your face with hands as you began to giggle, your face pressing into the mattress as you rolled forward.

‘Shut up’ he groaned, his head falling in between your shoulder blades and you knew he was blushing as his skin felt hot against yours. ‘It’s perfectly natural and it’s been a while so hush up’ he complained but you could detect the humour is his voice. He reached out for you again to pull you back up and you rolled onto your back so he could lean forward over you as you spoke.

‘Sorry, Mase. I didn’t mean to laugh’ you told him and he brushed some hair from your face. ‘I mean I get it, she’s pretty sexy’ you winked and he rolled his eyes and his arm came across your waist to tickle up your side.

‘Yeah well she’s not totally to blame’ he huffed and you looked up at him with a confused expression but he just shook his head lightly before focusing back on the tv. You didn’t though, continuing to look at him as he carried on touching you lightly, his hard length still pressed up against your leg with no sign of disappearing soon. You were still curious about what he’d said though so you gently nudged your head into him so he’d look down at you.

‘What did you mean by its been a while?’ You asked him and he scrunched his face up whilst letting out a short breath.

‘How do I put this?’ He laughed before his eyes came back to yours. ‘I have got any in a ages. I’ve had other things on my mind and sex apparently hasnt been one of them’ he shrugged and looked away again, but you carried on talking.

‘Surely it’s not that difficult for you? You’ve got girls all over you all the time’

‘It’s not that simple though. I don’t like the thought of a one night stand. I like to have a little bit of a connection with someone before I stick my dick in them’ he told you and you laughed at his brashness.

‘But you have girls you talk to and stuff right?’

‘Yeah, just not really been in the mood for all that lately you know? Talking to someone for weeks, going on a few dates, maybe we fuck and then It fizzles out? Just a bit bored of it all you know?’

You nodded even though you hadn’t so much as looked at a boy in weeks. You weren’t quite ready to get back out there but you missed being close with someone like you were right now with mason.

‘Anyway, don’t put all this on me, when was the last time you got any action’ he winked and you giggled as you shook your head.

‘Longer than I’d care to admit’

‘You mean to tell me you didn’t go out and fuck another guy out of spite when it all ended?’

‘No Mason, is that what you think we do?’ You asked him with your brows raised and he just shrugged.

‘I don’t know, maybe you should though. I’m sure we can find you someone out here’

‘I don’t know about that, I’ve never had a one night stand and I don’t intend to start now’ you mumbled as you turned to carry on watching the film. Masons fingers were now stroking gently up and down your sides but you were enjoying his gentle touches and you couldn’t ignore the butterflies that were fluttering in your tummy.

‘That’s a shame’ he shrugged and you were confused about his statement until he carried on talking. ‘I’m still hard as fuck and I was hoping you’d help me out since it’s half your fault’ he whispered in your ear before kissing your temple.

You froze in shock as the words fell from his lips, your heart racing as they sunk in. ‘W-what?’ You breathed, looking up him and into his dark eyes that seemed to be eating you up. His hand moved from your side to cup your jaw so you couldn’t turn away from him but at this point you couldn’t if you wanted to as he had you captivated.

Sex with Mason wasn’t something you’d ever thought about not because you didn’t want it, but because he was your friend and friends don’t think about each other like that. Plus you knew Ben would be fuming if you both went behind his back.

‘It makes sense doesn’t it?’ He shrugged as he stroked your cheek. ‘We both have a itch that needs scratching. Don’t even deny it cause I know you do. We could help each other out without having to go and find someone else and wondering if we even like them cause we know we like each other. We don’t even have to speak about it ever again if you don’t want’ he explained like he was asking you to go and grab him a glass of water from the kitchen. He seemed so nonchalant and you couldn’t deny he’d peeked your interest. ‘We don’t have to, was just an idea. But if you want to, I’m all yours’ he whispered but you shook your head.

‘No, I think I want to’ you mumbled and the side of his mouth raised slightly.

‘Okay, perfect’ he smiled before his face got a little more serious. ‘Am I allowed to kiss you?’

‘Of course you can, you don’t have to ask’

‘Just wanted to make sure you’re comfortable with it’ he laughed as he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip making you gasp at the contact. His eyes flickered all over your face one last time before he dipped his head to attach his lips to yours.

He was so gentle, giving you one kiss before pulling back to make sure you were okay before diving in again. He slowly kissed you like he had all the time in the world as his hand traveled to the hem of your top before dipping underneath and traveling up to your chest.

Mason kissed better than you expected him to, not that you thought he’d be bad, but you were expecting this to be a little rushed and for him to just get straight down to business but the way he was touching you and kissing you made you melt. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into his mouth when his thumb brushed over your nipple and he smiled at the sound.

You felt him begun to shuffle, and he sat you both up before he gripped your shirt and began to tug it off of you. You sat up to help him pull it from you and you caught the look he was giving your body as you laid back down. Like he was in awe of you and he had to swallow down a nervous lump. His fingers came to your waistband and before he could ask you if it was okay, you lifted your hips for him so he could pull your shorts down and you head him whimper when he realised you didn’t have any underwear on underneath.

‘Are you trying to kill me’ he breathed as he lent down to pepper your chest with kisses but you couldn’t reply as he took your nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. You arched your back into him at the feeling and you felt his smirk on your skin and he trailed his lips down your body. Still fully dressed as you were laid bare underneath him. ‘I’ve had to look at you in a bikini all week, and then you come in here wearing those sexy little pyjamas. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to seduce me on purpose’ he whispered against your skin and his lightly traced his fingertips all over you.

He laid back down beside you and leant down so he could kiss you again. You fisted your fingers into his hair so he wouldn’t pull away as his fingers drifted down your body and you opened your legs for him to get better access. You were surprised at how quickly you fallen under his spell and were willing to do anything at this point just so he would touch you when it hasn’t even been a thought of yours to be intimate with someone until about ten minutes ago

As soon as he touched you, you were moaning into his mouth, not realising his touch starved you actually were. You almost felt embarrassed by the noises you were making but Mason seemed to have only one thing in his mind and that was making you feel good. Again you were surprised at the time he was taking with you and the fact he wanted to focus on you first even though he’d been hard for so long. You bucked your hips into his hand as he circled your clit before pushing his fingers into you. He pulled away from your lips but kept his face close to yours as you breathed into each others mouths.

‘How’s that feel, hmm?’

‘So good’ you managed to choke out as he trailed his kisses along your jaw when you nuzzled into his shoulder ’fuck, Mase’ you breathed as he began circling your clit with his thumb whilst his fingers still worked away inside you.

You were in desperate need to feel him, trailing your hands down his body until you did, trying to touch him over his shorts and he groaned as he bucked into your touch.

‘Is that what you want? Want me inside you?’ He whispered lowly in your ear and your whole body shivered at the sound of his voice.

‘Please, Mase’ you begged as he pressed barely there kisses all over your face.

‘You can soon yeah? I need you to cum for me first and then I’ll take care of you’ he told you as you lifted your head to look back into his eyes. You agreed with your eyes and he smiled down at you with his bottom lip between his teeth. ‘Good girl’ he breathed and you moaned at his praise.

‘Mase, I’m close’ you mumbled, focusing on the feeling that was fizzing in your core and it only took a matter of seconds before you were moaning his name repeatedly as you cum around his fingers.

‘Fuck’ he breathed, watching your face as he rode you through it and you wrapped your fingers around his wrist to still his movements. He pulled his fingers from you, popping them straight in his mouth so he could taste you, but you were too dazed to take in whatever what happening. He gave you a quick kiss, humming as you tasted yourself before he rose up to take his clothes off.

Your eyes widened as you caught sight of his length but you can’t say you were entirely surprised. Mason always looked like he was hiding something down there but seeing it in all its glory made your insides flutter. He positioned himself at your entrance, making eye contact with you and only when you nodded did he start to push in.

It took you a little bit to adjust to his size but once he could see you were enjoying it, he let himself go. Pounding into you at a relentless pace that hand your nails scratching his back and the most filthy noises pouring from your throat.

‘You keep making those noises and we’re gonna have a problem’ he laughed but carried on going, his eyes constantly on your face so he could watch how you reacted to him. ‘You feel so fucking good wrapped around me baby’ he breathed into your mouth as you let out a loud moan at the pet name. ‘Come on, i know you’ve got another one in there’

You continued moaning his name and he pounded you harder each time before he grabbed one of your hands and linked your fingers together before placing it next to your head. Your heart was hammering at how affectionate he was being with you. This was supposed to be a one time thing but the way he was was touching at you and looked at you sent you crazy and you were craving more of him with each passing second.

You moaned loudly when you finally came, the feel of you making him buck into you even faster before he spilled into you and he rested his forehead on yours as you both got your breath back. Soon you were both in a fit of giggles and he had to kiss you again to keep you quiet.

You quickly ran to his en-suite to sort yourself out but when you returned you were unsure of if he wanted you to stay. He was laying on his front with his face towards you but his eyes were shut and you didn’t want to outstay your welcome. You searched around for your shorts and the sound must of woken him as you heard him grumble before looking at you.

‘What you doing?’

‘Just trying to find my stuff’ you whispered but he pulled back the duvet before patting the space next to him.

‘You don’t need it. Come on get in, I’m starting to get cold’ he moaned and you quickly slid in besides him. Both turning to face each other as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

‘Sorry, I thought you might want me to head back to my room’ you explained, stroking his cheek as he bumped his nose against yours.

‘Nah, don’t be silly. I’ll always want you with me’ he laughed and you shook your head with a smile as you settled down next to him. He let out a massive yawn but you could tell he was trying to keep himself away for you.

‘Go to sleep, Mase. You said you were tired earlier I bet you’re exhausted now’

‘It was worth it’ he chucked with a wink before kissing your forehead. ‘Night gorgeous’

‘Night Mase’ you breathed, kissing his jaw lightly before you shut your eyes.

——————————

You were awoken the next morning by Mason poking you in the back again, but also by him kissing the back of your neck lightly. You smiled as you turned to face him and were met with his sleepy but happy face.

‘Morning’ you whispered shyly as he looked at you adoringly.

‘Morning, baby’ he whispered back and you felt your heart thud at his seemingly new name for you. ‘I think we may have a little problem’

‘What’s up?’ You questioned, but you knew as soon as he pressed his hips into you what he meant. ‘Well Mason, from my memory it’s not that little. I’d say we have a pretty big problem’ you teased

‘You fancy extending this one night thing into a one night and one morning thing’ he quizzed and you nodded shyly, eager to feel him again. ‘Then maybe when we’re home you’ll let me take you out properly and we can turn it into an everyday thing?’

‘What?’ You breathed, confused as that was the last thing you expected him to say but you immediately liked the idea.

‘If it’s not what you want then it’s fine, and if you’re not ready then that’s fine too. I’ve just been thinking about it for a little while and I think we’d be good together. Like I said last night we already know we like each other, we don’t have to worry too much about trying to impress each other cause I’ve seen you on your bad days and I still think you’re the best person I know. Now we know we like having sex with each other, well I did at least anyway’ he chuckled and you nodded at him shyly.

‘I did too’

‘Good’ he laughed. ‘And you know I think you’re gorgeous. I just think it makes sense you know? Like why are we trying so hard with other people when what we want is right under our nose?’

‘I guess I’ve always held back on thinking about it because of Ben, I get the feeling he wouldn’t approve’

‘All the more reason to go for it then’ he joked ‘we don’t have to tell anyone straight away, let’s just work it out for ourselves and then see what happens’

‘What if in like two months you realise you don’t want me anymore? I like having you in my life.’

‘Firstly that’s never gonna happen. And secondly even if it does, you’re like my best friend and if doesn’t work then fine but I still want you in my life too. I’d rather give us a go and it fail than we not try at all and always wonder if’

‘You’re speaking far too much sense’ you giggled and he kissed your cheek before slipping his body in between your legs whilst keeping the covers fully over you. ‘You best make this the best first date I’ve ever been on’ you told him and he smiled down at you lovingly, before dipping his head to kiss you gently.

‘Don’t worry, I’ve got a few ideas’ he laughed but his face got serious again pretty quickly. ‘You can trust me though. I’d never hurt you, you know that right? I’d never even think of suggesting this if I didn’t think it would work. I get if I wanna take your time and think about things cause I know this has sort of come out of nowhere but I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately’

‘Yeah?’ You whispered, overwhelmed by his words and how much respect he seemed to have for you. You were melting under his stare and when he flashed you his pretty smile your heart fluttered in your chest. ‘What have you been thinking?’

‘What don’t I show you’ he whispered before kissing you a bit deeper and rolling his hips into your core. ‘We can sort my massive problem out while we’re at it’ he winked before silencing your laugh with his lips as he slowly pushed himself into you. He’d just bottomed out when his bedroom door swung open to reveal a scruffy looking Ben.

‘Hey mate, have you seen- ah fuck my eyes’ he shouted, covering his face with his hands as he turned away. ‘What the fuck is going on’

‘Can you stop fucking shouting and get out’ Mason shouted back but you could tell he was holding in a laugh.

‘I’ve been looking for you all morning y/n’ he moaned, turning around to face you both again, his eyebrows scrunched together as Mason tried to cover the both of you up more. He looked like he wanted to say something else but the words were stuck in this throat so he stood there scowling at you both. ‘Y/n I swear to god, get out of there’

‘I can’t, Ben’

‘Yes you can’ he scowled as he started walking into the room but Mason flopped down on you gently to cover you up before he held out a hand to make Ben stop.

‘Ben, I’m naked and Mason is currently inside of me’ you told him, trying to be serious but you couldn’t help but laugh a bit and he looked at you in disgust before looking at Mason.

‘Look mate, can we talk about this later?’ Mason tried to reason but he just kept starting at him horrified. ‘Just fuck off, you’re giving me a softie’ Mason joked and you hit his arm as Ben walked out and slammed the door behind him leaving the pair of you alone again. Mason let out a loud laugh as he caught your horrified face but he kissed you gently. ‘He’s probably more upset that he thinks we’ve been doing this behind his back than us actually fucking. Just give him some time to cool off he’ll be fine’

‘God, I’m mortified’ you laughed as you tried to hide your face but he pressed his lips to yours to comfort you and soon enough he was gently rocking his hips into yours again.

‘Let me help you forget’ he whispered and your mind went blank as you focused on the boy and the growing feeling in between your thighs.