#imagine having two beautiful women show up at your door and whisk you away into the night

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

lilycissadora // first date // 610 words

Narcissa nudged her bangs into place, scowling at the strand that insisted on crossing over its neighbor on the end to stick out to the side. Draco tugged on her skirt. “Mama?”

“Yes, Draco?” She sighed, stepping away from the mirror. This would have to do, she supposed. Her hair was straightened, pinned back, and her bangs were as neat as they were going to get. Lucius had always been upset when her hair was out of sorts when they went out – hurt that she ‘couldn’t be bothered to make the effort’. She flicked the stubborn bit at the edge of her bangs again.

“Why is Uncle Reg watching me tonight?”

“Because I’m going out for a while; I told you yesterday, remember?”

Draco’s brows drew together as his face scrunched up in thought. He looked a bit more like Lucius like that, and her stomach twisted. Then his face cleared, a smile lit up his face, and any trace of his father dissipated. “Oh, yeah! You have new friends!”

Narcissa hummed, smoothing a hand over his hair. “Yes. You don’t mind, right? Do you still like spending time with Uncle Reg?”

Regulus was certainly the most responsible option in terms of babysitting, but it still made her nervous. Were her instructions clear enough? Would they get along? What would happen if Draco got upset, or hurt? 

“Yeah,” Draco said confidently. She kept him in her peripheral as she moved to the coat closet to sort through her options. “He said we could do a puzzle together and make hot chocolate.”

Narcissa turned to return his smile, grasping at the feeling that voiced itself as something similar to fondness, maybe even love. It was almost loud enough to drown out the anxiety of the night to come, but not quite. She turned back to the three coats draped over her arm. 

“Take the green one,” Regulus said from the doorway to the living room. He always stood properly, back straight, hands clasped behind him, chin up; irrevocable habits that had been baked in since childhood. 

“You don’t think it’s too much?” She looked down at the rest of her outfit. It was all muted colors – blacks and greys. The forest green of the peacoat felt audacious in contrast. ‘You might as well walk outside with a spotlight turned on you,’ she remembered Lucius grumbling the first time she'd worn it. 

When the doorbell rang out, Regulus was quick to step closer, toss the other two coats back in the closet, and press the green one to her chest. Narcissa clutched the coat, and Regulus’ hands with it. She took a deep, steadying breath before releasing him. 

“Enjoy your date,” he whispered before disappearing around the corner. She heard the murmur of his and Draco’s voices in the other room as she slipped on the coat, pulled her hair free from the collar, and smoothed it down a final time before pulling the door open. 

She found Pandora’s finger hovering over the doorbell, clearly poised to ring it again, and Lily’s hand wrapped around her wrist. Both of them straightened up at the sight of her, arms falling back by their sides. The weight of both their gazes on her felt heady. 

“Your coat matches her eyes,” Pandora commented, tilting her head in Lily’s direction. She seemed pleased. 

“You look lovely,” Lily breathed. 

Narcissa flushed, but said nothing, waiting for the inevitable follow up, the ‘but’ statement that she’d learned to anticipate. But it never came. Pandora simply extended a hand to pull her out onto the front porch, and waited for her to close the door and double check that it was locked before tangling their fingers together. They stepped off the porch to meet Lily, who pressed a hand to Narcissa’s lower back and said softly, “Ready?” 

[silverdelirium]

hii!

idk if ur request are still open but if they are, could you write something with the marauders?? maybe dilf!sirius or stripper!reader?? (only if you’re confortable with it!)

btw i loved your theo smut😭<3

STRIP CLUB | S.B

ty baby<3

summary: your best friend’s dad finds you working at a strip club.

warnings: small sir kink, squirting, oral ( female receiving ), fingering, bit of drinking at the start, small degrading, praising.

———

sirius needed a drink and he needed it now.

he didn’t even acknowledge what club he stumbled on, but from the view it gave, they had alcohol. and that’s all that mattered to sirius. he needed to wash away all stress, rage, and irritation from today; and what better way to do it than getting drunk?

“one firewhiskey” he demanded once he settled on the barstool at the bar. the young bartender giving a quick nod and getting to work.

it was then that sirius had a chance to look around, the place was cluttered with people. loud chatter almost drowning out the music. he realized everyone’s sight was settled onto the centre of the room.

sirius craned his neck to get a good look at what seemed to be catching everyone’s interest.

ah, he thought.

this is a strip club.

he hummed in acknowledgement when the bartender placed his drink in front of him, whisking it away and walking closer to the scene as the alcohol burned his throat, a low vibration bubbled from his chest at the taste, already getting rid of all that pent up tension in his muscles.

the atmosphere in the club had suddenly changed when sirius finished his drink. everyone went quiet before cheering loudly when two beautiful women stepped on the stage. the one at the right had red lingerie on, hugging her body in all the right places. her bronze skin seemed to compliment the colour of her attire and her long dark hair moved in rhythm with her movements. the one at the left had a pink with a black corset on, a small thong leaving little to the imagination. sirius eyes travelled from her smooth legs to her defined waist, to her pushed up cleavage and to her- face.

the realization came crashing down on sirius like a bucket of cold water.

there you were. his daughter’s best friend all dolled up dancing to the beat of the music around the pole. and he silently cursed himself for getting hard at the same little girl that visits his house every weekend. did you always go to his house after giving this people a good show? giving them something for their little wank-bank?

as much as he hated to admit it, the mere image of you dancing sensually could’ve had him cumming on the spot. he also hated to admit that the fact that he wasn’t the only person in this place was bringing back that wrath that he had earlier.

was he supposed to be able to compose himself around you from now on? was he supposed to not have you over his knee the next time he had you alone. giving you an orgasm for every set of eyes that were watching you waltz around the stage?

his fingers twitched along with his cock when he saw you bend down to let a batty old man hand you a 100 dollar tip.

and that’s when your eyes met his piercing ones.

you seemed to freeze at his presence for a few moments before you were back to dancing, your vision still glued to his.

and the subtle smirk he sent your way was enough to confirm that— you were getting your brains fucked out by sirius black after this.

after a few more dances and tips, you and your friend got off the stage, your head snapping back to meet sirius’s direction; who was still staring at you with hooded eyes.

you threw him a lazy smile before making your way to the loo, knowing damn well that sirius was just a few steps behind you. the door barely touched the doorframe before he was wringing it open with such force that had you giving a small gasp when he abruptly grabbed ahold of your jaw, turning your head up at him.

“i didn’t know you could dance like that” were the first words he spoke to you in the whole evening.

“you barely know me at all, sir” you teased. the nickname you addressed him as seemed to spark something in him. and a short chuckle came from sirius before he was smashing his lips to yours, letting go of your face to knead the softness of your bum, he hooked a finger on the waistband of your thong before letting it snap back on your flesh, coaxing a whimper from your mouth.

“you filthy little thing, getting me all hard in front of everyone. you’re gonna have me thinking of this pretty pussy for the rest of the week, and i’m gonna have you looking all ruined once i’m done with you” he growled in between kisses, hoisting you up on the counter and advancing his kisses downwards on your neck.

you threw your head back with a blissful sigh as sirius grazed his teeth against your sweet spot, your body ignoring the alarms going off on your brain that screamed: this is your best friend’s dad! what are you doing? but with the way sirius crouched down so he was at level with your sopping cunt, his beard giving you that delicious burn that you were gonna feel for the rest of the night, you really couldn’t give less of a fuck that this was wrong.

“oh fuck” you whispered as sirius dragged your panties down, groaning slightly at the sight of your dripping pussy. “fuck baby, can’t wait to have this tight pussy milking me dry” he mumbled before diving in, lapping up at your juices in an instant.

you released a strangled moan as sirius flicked his tongue over your buzzing clit, the pads of his fingers teasing your slit. your hands flew down to grip his hair as he entered two fingers at one, sucking around your bundle of nerves in a way that had you curling your toes.

“oh my god, sir-” you moaned out, thighs shaking with anticipation at the same time sirius curled his fingers upwards, caressing your g-spot in the most dazzling way ever.

he continued his assault on your clit whilst his fingers pumped in and out of you, the stimulation provoking that coil in your belly to snap without a warning. “i’m gonna fucking cum” you managed to whine out, bucking your hips up before cumming around sirius’ fingers, not even giving him time to respond.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you cried out in pure euphoria— your mind barely registered when was it that sirius had stood up, fingers working rapidly against his belt before letting his engorged cock spring out, he stroked a few times before nudging your stimulated clit with the tip, watching with hungry eyes as you jolted your hips upwards as a silent plea.

“beg” he demanded.

“wha-”

“beg for it. show me how much of a desperate slut you are.” his eyes were darkened with lust as he spoke each word.

“please— please. i need it, i want you to fuck me hard and fast, sir. please” you pouted, giving him your best puppy eyes that you knew would always get you what you wanted.

“atta girl” he purred before pushing himself inside your gushing pussy, quivering cries leaving your lips like a chant.

sirius settled for a bruising pace since the start, rocking his hips into yours until you had your back arched, giving him a clear view of your breasts that were still trapped in the corset from earlier.

“so tight baby— can’t wait to see my cum painting this pretty thighs” he moaned, gripping hour hips harshly before fastening his speed, dirty sounds of clapping skin echoing throughout the bathroom.

you went cross-eyed as his tip destroyed your g-spot, tiny stars decorating your vision with every harsh thrust. you screamed his name over and over again until your throat became tired, reaching your fingers down to soothe your aching bundle of nerves.

your hand was swatted away by none other than the male who gave you a look before massaging your clit tightly. “who is making you feel this good, pretty girl?” he taunted, a prideful smirk making its way to his lips as he watched you babble his name, cunt squeezing his cock that was still drilling into your hole.

“look at that sweet cunt squeezing me. i’m gonna have the whole club knowing who’s making you feel this fucking good” he grunted.

you went to answer him but the only thing that came out was a shattering moan as you squirted all over the bathroom’s counter, soaking yours and sirius’ thighs.

“fuck!” he moaned as he pumped you full with his load. rope after rope spraying your walls.

ragged breaths filled the room as he carefully slid out of you, both slowly coming down from cloud nine. sirius grunted at the view of your overused pussy blowing out his cum. counter completely drowned in your arousal.

“round two at the house?” you suggested.

———

🏷: @selenesheart @malfoy-girl

[thebigbadbatswife]

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Summary -  Y/N has always felt out of place at these big events, and the comments from Gotham’s high society certainly don’t help. Overhearing these comments himself, Bruce decides to silence them for good.

Warnings - None. 

[A/N] - This was inspired by the song “Dancing With Our Hands Tied” by Taylor Swift

Word Count - 1.4k

After you had finished doing your hair and makeup, you stepped out of the en-suite and took a moment to look at yourself in the full length mirror in the bedroom. You wore a midnight blue evening gown, a diamond necklace hung from your neck and your hair was styled in an updo . The necklace matched the earrings and the bracelet you wore. The jewellery and the dress had all been gifts from Bruce.

You had told him near the start of your relationship that he didn’t need to spend ridiculous amounts of money on you. That wasn’t why you were going out with him. According to him that hadn’t even entered his head. He had known you for too many years before you two had started dating for it to ever be a thought. That the money he spent on you would be because he wanted to spend it on you. He wanted to spoil you with gifts and, honestly, you loved that he spoiled you.

But, of course, the gifts he bought you always seemed to somehow reach the ears of the rest of Gotham’s High Society. And you already knew exactly how they thought about you. They weren’t quiet about it after all. Every time your back was turned and they thought you couldn’t hear them, they voiced their opinions on you and you heard it all. Before you could dwell on it any longer, there was a knock at the bedroom door.

“Come in.”

“Just wanted to…” Bruce trailed off as you turned around and faced him. “Wow. You look absolutely beautiful,” he said with a smile as he walked over to you.

You blushed at his compliment and returned his smile. “Thank you. My boyfriend has great taste.”

Bruce chuckled. As his hands found their way to your waist, your arms wrapped around his neck. “Indeed I do.” He leaned down and kissed you. He kept the kiss light so he didn’t ruin your lipstick. “Thank you for coming with me tonight. I know you don’t want to,” he said after ending the kiss.

“As long as I get to spend the night with my man, I’m perfectly happy,” you replied before bringing him down for another kiss.

“We’re going to be late,” he mumbled against your lips.  

“When have we ever been on time?” you asked, earning another chuckle from him. If there was one thing you two were good at, it was showing up fashionably late.

The second you and Bruce entered the venue, the entire party started to revolve around the both of you. As always everyone wanted to be buddies with Bruce Wayne and they always wanted to know more about the woman who had managed to “tame” the wild playboy. Every time you heard that description of him you were tempted to roll your eyes. The people in these beautiful rooms had no idea just how far off the mark they were, and they never would.

Bruce did his best to stay by your side the entire time, but it wasn’t long before he was whisked away by a group of men who wished to discuss business, and you were left with the snakes they called their wives and girlfriends.

They started off by “complimenting” your dress and jewellery. Sure the words they said were nice, but you could hear the venom dripping in each one and see the poorly hidden disdain in their eyes. It was the usual “Oh my God, I love your dress!” and “Another gift from Bruce? He sure does spoil you!”. Then they quickly changed subject and began picking apart the outfits of the other women in the room. It took every ounce of willpower you had not to cause a scene and call them out on their bullshit.

Bruce would certainly understand if you did, but the press and the public would have a field day with it. He would be left to deal with the fallout and you simply couldn’t do that to him. He already had so much to deal with, especially with his nighttime “job”. So instead you quickly excused yourself and made a beeline for the bar. You had a feeling you were going to need a strong drink, or two, to get through the rest of the evening.

As you walked away, you knew they were already talking about you. Picking apart your outfit and your relationship with Bruce. Talking about how you were just another one of his “flings” and it wouldn’t be long before he got rid of you too.

The bartender had just served you your drink and you had barely taken a sip before you felt a familiar and comforting hand come to rest on your waist. You looked over your shoulder to see your boyfriend, there was concern in his blue eyes.

“Are you okay?” You didn’t need to be the World’s Greatest Detective to know why he was asking. Knowing Bruce the way you did, you were sure he’d either read your body language or the lips of the women you’d practically run from. Before you could answer though, he continued. “And please don’t lie to me. I overheard what they said.”

You sighed and took a sip from your glass before replying. “I’m just… I’m sick and tired of it, you know?”

“Which means this has been going on for a while. So either I should’ve noticed far sooner or you should’ve told me. Why didn’t you tell me?” Bruce asked, his voice gentle.

“You’ve already got so much on your plate, Bruce,” you replied, setting the glass down and turned around to face him properly. “I didn’t want to burden you further.”

“Y/N, baby, you could never burden me. Ever,” he said, his voice and expression serious. He then took your hand in his and began to lead you away from the bar. “Come with me.”

“Please tell me this is the part of the night where you whisk me away back to the manor.”

Bruce chuckled. “Not quite yet, but soon. I promise.”

Before you could think of a response, you quickly realised he was leading you toward the dance floor, where a few couples were already dancing to the slow song being played. What the fuck was he thinking? There you’d been concerned about causing a scene and ending up on the front page and here Bruce was, getting ready to do exactly that. Even with that in mind, you continued to let him lead you. You trusted him and, honestly, you were curious as to what exactly he had in mind.

Bruce swept you onto the dance floor, he readjusted your hands slightly and his other hand settled on your waist, and he pulled you close. As you two began to move you could feel the eyes of practically everyone on you, but you ignored them. You let them fade into the background as you kept your eyes focused on him. As the two of you moved across the dance floor, the way he held you and the look in his eyes took you back to the first time you’d danced.

As you danced, Bruce smiled that small genuine smile he always saved for you. A smile that you returned. Briefly your eyes moved away from him and to where the women were before quickly returning your attention to Bruce. ‘They don’t matter,’ you reminded yourself. ‘They’re not important.’

In that same moment Bruce captured your lips with his in a kiss. It wasn’t the usual light and quick kiss that you always shared while in public, but instead it was deep and passionate. Well if you weren’t going to end up on the front page before, you certainly were going to now. You kissed him back just as passionately. There was no tongue though. Yes, the two of you were bold, but you weren’t that bold.

As you kissed, you heard the smalls gasps that rippled through the people watching you and Bruce. You could easily imagine the looks of shock on their faces. Not once in the years since he had finally returned to Gotham had he been seen kissing any of his dates like this. His statement by doing it now, doing it here, in front of all of these people, especially after what he had just overheard what they thought of your relationship, was pretty fucking clear.

When you broke apart neither of you were able to keep the satisfied grins from your faces. You continued dancing for a little while after that and shared a couple more kisses as you did. Bruce then leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Now, how about we ditch this place?”

“Yes, please.”

[burntmcnuggies]

Maybe

Hawks x Ex-Hero! Reader

Warnings: strong language and that’s it! Just fluff! :D please enjoy <3

“Marry me, (Y/N). Be the sauce to my chicken nuggets.”

“No thank you, Mr. Hawks. Are you here for an appointment with Enji or another attempt to get me to go out with you?”

“Heh, didn’t expect the flame-hero’s secretary to be so cold. Haha! Marry me (Y/N)?”

“No thank you.”

This was practically a daily routine for you. You worked at Endeavors agency as a secretary for the new number one hero. You scheduled his appointments, did some paperwork here and there while he was off on patrol, the usual stuff. It’s what your job application consisted of. However, being pestered everyday by the same man was not in the job description. Pro-hero Hawks has been courting you for months now, asking you at least once everyday to go out with him, go on a date, or marry him. There was even a pool within the office with people predicting how many times a day he asked you out. You maintained a very professional relationship with Hawks. Him and Endeavor worked very close together, so you needed to be as composed as you could be around the two top heroes.

“Are you pestering my secretary again, Hawks?” You turned to see the one and only Endeavor standing there with his arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face. The flames around his face flickered in irritation seeing the winged-hero leant up against your little desk with his wings spread and a cocky smirk over his lips. “Ah, Endeavor, nice to see you too.” He grinned and folded his crimson wings against his back. You smiled and stood up, respectfully bowing to your boss. Endeavor smiles to you and nodded, letting you sit back down at your desk to get back to work. Hawks closely watched the exchange and narrowed his eyes a bit with a pout, his bushy brows furrowing. “You just want to keep her all to yourself don’t you Endeavor?” Hawks face turned serious all of a sudden, and many other employees came and began to listen.

You looked up having a bad feeling about this. “You get to stare at her beautiful face all day, and her sexy ass, and hear her angelic voice, I’ll report you for being a pervert and hitting on your secretary.” His face lit up happily. The glow of orange that reflected from Endeavor’s flames became brighter hearing Hawks say such dirty things about his secretary. “Then... once you’re reported, I can steal her away to work at my agency! I can imagine it now!” He said and raised his hands up, slowly sliding them apart in amazement. You sweat dropped and watched the dork of a man in front of you. “She’ll be dressed in a cute maids outfit... and in her hands-“ His mouth began to drool. You obviously knew where this was going. “She would be serving me some delicious chicken nuggets. And then we’d go home and snuggle in our nest!” He hugged himself happily with a small blush on his cheeks.

“GET. OUT!!” Endeavor raged a bit, his flames spiraling above his head and covering his face in a red and orange glow. You smiled at the exchange between the two and finally got yourself back to work, hoping to not be interrupted again. “Oh! (Y/N) wait!” Hawks slipped away from Endeavors grasp and smiled at you while leaning up against the desk with his wings coming to spread again. You were familiar with birds and how the males spread their wings to show dominance and to possibly attract female birds. You weren’t at all surprised. A small crimson feather flew from a place in his wings, and he nestled the tiny feather behind your ear making it match your red and black suited outfit you wore to match the company. “(Y/N).” He began. You blinked. “Yes, Mr. Hawks?”

“...marry me, please?”

“HAWKS!!”

——

“Mornin’ sweet cheeks!” Hawks greeted with a sly smile. You’re looked up and nodded towards him, typing away at the computer and looking at Endeavors appointments for the day. You failed to notice the number two hero pouting and taking notice of the feather he gave you yesterday nestled in the breast pocket of your professional suit. He smiled cheekily and leaned up against your desk, propping his head on his hand. “You won’t find me in that computer, babe. I’m all right here for you to poke and touch all you want~” He flirted suggestively and spread his wings out wide. You glanced at his beautiful wings and silently admired them before looking into his golden eyes behind a small shade of yellow. They really were beautiful. “You do have an appointment today, Mr. Hawks. I’ve let Enji know you’re ready.” Hawks pouted again.

“Why do you always call him by his name? Seems very unprofessional to me, and you know how much I hate formalities my lil nugget!” He gave you a wide close eyed smile, passively showing off his jealousy for you calling Endeavor by his name. You thought for a moment, and finally came to the conclusion it wouldn’t be too bad to tell Hawks about you and Endeavor. “We went to U.A. together. I helped him start his agency. I wasn’t a popular hero so I came and worked as his receptionist. We have a great sense of trust and friendship. So I call him by his name because of our familiarity with each other.” Hawks eyes sparkled and he grabbed onto the edges on the desk, his crimson wings flapping happily. You cocked your head a bit confused as to why he looked so happy. “You were a hero? That mean you still have your license?”

You nodded. He laughed and stared at you dreamily. You were really his kinda woman. “Mmm, well now I know what to talk about with Endeavor. I really just scheduled this appointment so I could have more time to stare at you!” You sighed and shook your head. He really was a strange hero indeed. You stood up and gathered some papers before turning on your heel and making your way towards the elevators. “I’ll walk ya up there, chickadee!” You sweat dropped at all his goofy nicknames for you, all having to do with birds. Dove, chicken nugget, chickadee, etc. It was honestly very cute. “I have to give these to Enji before his meeting with you. They’re very important.”

“Let me help ya.” He deployed a few of his feathers and plucked those papers right out of your hands and they whisked away up to the number one hero’s office. You watched those important files slip from your grasp so easily and leave up to the top floor. A frown graced your lips. “Mr. Hawks, please. As much as you-“ You stopped right in your tracks when you noticed a blush creeping to his face accompanied by a small smirk. Something you failed to notice was a small tickle on your belly. You looked down and flushed red seeing one of Hawks crimson feathers holding your skirt up a bit to see what color panties you had on. Good day to wear your favorite pair. “‘Keep dreaming’? Oh baby I will.”

“HAWKS!!!” The sound of your out of character voice caught him off guard as you jerked your skirt back down. He only saw the hem where the words were, but it was still embarrassing. He’d never heard your voice like that besides the professional tone you always held. Everyone turned their heads towards you at your sudden outburst, and your face was bright red. Your hands immediately went to our face and you quickly walked away, hoping to catch the elevator and get away from Hawks. “Wow... I need ta remember how amazing your voice is! I’ll think about it now when I go to bed!” He grinned and followed right behind you like a lost puppy. You turned and glared at him, displaying your anger. This only made him up his game. “Ya know... I made reservations for two at Yoritomi. I need a special date! I rented out the whole restaurant just to spend time with this one woman... if only she’ll say yes...?”

This was peer pressure.

You gave a heavy sigh. “Take one of your fan-girls. They���d love to go with you. They’ll always say yes.” You kept your head low entering the elevator with the winged hero following behind you. He tapped and rubbed his chin in thought, but it was obviously a facade since you knew he was going to say something about wanting you to come with him. “That is true... but I like when girls are hard to catch~ I usually go to easy women for sex.” You didn’t know whether to feel offended, jealous, or flattered. On one hand he admitted he liked you, on the other, he also admitted he had indulged a few female fans and women who wanted him. You were sick of his perverted comments, so you fired one back before stepping out of the elevator at the last second. “Well, I like my men tall and strong. It also wouldn’t hurt if he were a famous hero... preferably the number one~”

You winked and turned on your heel, leaving the hero stunned. You were joking obviously, and you were sure he knew that, but it would still leave a sting of jealousy in him. The hero huffed with a pout and aggressively began to press the open button on the door, but to no avail. He hated that you were teasing him, but at least you were teasing him. Before you had nothing to do with him, just blandly saying no and continuing to work. Now, you were teasing him and taunting him. “You’ll be mine my little bird, someday just you wait!” He gave a confident grin and put his hands behind his back while he rode the elevator up. A familiar ding echoed in his ears and he stepped out only to be met with a thick chest covered by navy and small flames. “Ah! Endeavor!”

“I hope you aren’t here to waste my time again, Hawks. I have better things to do than listen to your mindless talking.” The blonde hero laughed and shoved his hands into his pockets, kicking his feet out and walking stiff-legged. Endeavor groaned in annoyance at his carefree childish attitude and sent him a glare. The lower ranked hero held his hands up in defeat and sighed blissfully. “Nope, I’m here to make a negotiation.” The flame hero cocked an eyebrow at the younger man and crossed his arms over his toned and heavily muscular chest. He was not too keen on listening to Hawks’s careless banter. “I promise I’ll leave ya alone! Just negotiate with me, and I’ll make sure it’s worth your time!” Endeavor sighed and opened his office door for the winged hero.

“It better not be what I think it is.”

—

“Isn’t this great? Our first patrol together. This’ll definitely be one for the books don’t cha think, (Y/N)?”

“Yes Mr. Hawks...”

“Nah Ah! Just Hawks sweetheart. No need for formalities. In honesty I just hate them!” He gave a carefree smile and strolled along the streets with his favorite little secretary. He only heard a sigh in return. You were dressed in your old hero costume that squeezed all your curves in the right way. He smirked and whistled lowly. “Ya know, I can feel all the people staring at you, and it’s honestly making me realllyyy jealous.” His wings slowly spread in a possessive manner, shielding your curvy body from the watchful eyes of perverted men. You looked over at him questionably. You could feel the warmth radiating off his wings, and the soft feathers that barely grazed your smooth skin. It sent shivers down your spine. “Well I’m sure I can say the same about all your fan girls. They stare at you and fantasize right there with no shame.”

...wait...

Your eyes widened as soon as you heard his silence. Terrified eyes slowly cast over towards him, regretting your words instantly seeing his cocky smirk. “Ahh~ so girls staring at me makes you jealous? Well how bout we make everyone jealous.” He retreated his wings and replaced his large wing with his arm, tightly coming around your waist. If your cheeks weren’t red before they are now upon his sudden bold move. You had no idea what to do. “Be honest with me, okay? How long have you really had feelings for me, (Y/N)?” You had to compose yourself immediately. You were a professional woman. Needed to be professional with Hawks and not engage in anything romantic or sexual. “Please Mr. Hawks. The only reason I’m out here with you is because Enji-“

“Hawks. Just. Hawks.” Your mouth closed shut after that. His tone was all you needed to know how upset and irritated he was. In all honestly, you did have feelings for him, but you wanted to keep a professional relationship to keep him and yourself from being hurt, again. “I’m sorry, Hawks, but... I have my reasons to be professional. I have my reasons not to date you. Please drop it.” The winged-hero wasn’t expecting such an annoyed answer from you. Usually you would groan and just roll your eyes at his childish demand to drop formalities. You walked ahead of him on your patrol. “I used to date a pro hero. Before he cheated on me, and humiliated me and my career. That’s when I quit the hero business, and returned to help my best friend climb the ranks. As he deserves. For all of his hard work. Now please. Drop romance, Mr. Hawks.”

This stunned him into silence. Someone had cheated on you? Pro hero? Humiliated you? He was now desperate to know more. “Hey woah! You can’t just drop somethin’ like that on me. You gotta explain a bit more, I may know-“ You rudely cut him off by grabbing his collar and yanking him close to you. The look in your eyes killed him to the core. You were still beautiful, even heartbroken and angry. “You don’t know how I feel Hawks. Knowing you, you’ve probably cheated on multiple women. Look at you. You’re charming, handsome, charismatic, friendly, everyone adores you! But they don’t know the real you do they? They don’t know that you’re selfish! Greedy! And just a plain scumbag!”

“You’re a really bad liar ya know?” He stared at you blankly when you grabbed his collar. He seemed unfazed by you holding his fluffy collar. His eyes and ears had quickly picked up on people staring and muttering going around everywhere. He grabbed her waist quickly and flew to the air, holding her close to him, landing on a roof not too far away. You were screaming and begging him to put you down until you opened your fearful eyes and saw the city. You were captivated by the view, no longer worrying about Hawks or your past lover. Just the scenery. Soon, Hawks landed on a billboard post, staring out at the city. “...This is one of my favorite places to come to be alone.”

You looked over at him as he stood at the very edge and stared down at all of the people. All safe and sound. “Never dated anybody. Too busy with hero work to even consider having a girlfriend. But all that changed when I met you, (Y/N).” You flinched hearing his confession, his voice laced with all seriousness, void of any of his playful sarcastic tone. His genuine words of love. “Whatever hero dumbed you... and humiliated you was an idiot. You’re perfect. You always have been. And always will be to me. I try to impress you all the time. My wings-“ He spread his majestic crimson wings, showing off his presence loud and clear. Sharp and dangerous, his wings held such power, and so did Hawks. “-I always outstretch them for you to get you to notice me. I try to court you. It’s how I am. As a bird-man, I’ve adopted some of the traits. That includes... finding a mate.”

“M-Mate...? You mean... you want to make me your mate?” Hawks turned and gave you a firm nod with a reassuring smile. Your heartbeat began to pick up as you stared at the man in front of you. This hero, so genuine and pure, it was almost impossible to think he was even human. He must be an angel in disguise. “Hawks mate for life, chickadee. I want you beside me. Be my partner, stay with me so I can protect you. I promise to make you happy. I promise to keep you safe. I promise to always love you.” Your face glistened a million shades of red hearing his words. The sun was setting at this point. He looked so beautiful. The orange glow gently hitting his face and only illuminating his golden avian eyes, making his wings appear larger and more magical. “I... I don’t know Hawks... I’m still...unsure and scared... and Enji-“

“Call me Keigo, (Y/N). It’s... my real name.” Your eyes widened hearing Hawks’s real name. You were surprised he even revealed it to you. That was how much Hawks trusted you. You sighed and smiled. “Well... let’s make a negotiation. We can go on a couple dates... and If they go well, I’ll agree to be your mate, forever... Keigo. Just please don’t... break my heart.” Hawks wings folded back against his back and he smiled genuinely, not some smug smile or that stupid charming smile he’d show his fans, a smile full of love, only for you. He grabbed your hand shamelessly and pulled you to dangle your feet off the high building post. “Never, dove.” He did the same, still holding your hand.

“Marry me, (Y/N). Be the sauce to my chicken nuggets.”

“...Maybe. You stupid bird brain.”

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Your top 5 edser moments, please :)

Okay, ask me tomorrow and they might be different, in no particular order:

Paparazzi - Episode 5 - This is probably my most rewatched episode, and I LOVE everything from the moment he catches her hand as she’s headed for the paps to them cruising into the sunset. First, superficially, they are both HOT AF in this scene. Hande is always one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, but in this getup she outdid herself. No wonder Serkan got distracted earlier and told her how beautiful she was... twice. Also it’s nice that the show was able to use the fact that Kerem can bench press a car (probably) and show that off all Officer-and-a-Gentleman style. Nothing wrong with a man effortlessly whisking his lady off her feet. Now why does Serkan decide to carry her? Besides the fact that he’s extra af? Who knows? And who cares because it’s très romantique! (Actually I headcanon the path was going to end and he picked her up because she wouldn’t have been able to walk in the sand with those heels.) 

Besides the hilariously over-the-top aesthetics, what I love about this scene is the heartfelt emotions that led to the sacrifices they each made for the other. She was going to throw herself to the wolves and ruin her own reputation to save his and he left the podium while accepting an award and skipped out on the big contract signing to save her. Both put the other first and it was lovely. 

Pool - Episode 4 - I talked about this scene recently, but I just love it so much I have to include it. There is just something so balls-to-the-wall about the way she casually hops in the pool in her gorgeous dress the second he warns her to stay away from it; and the way he, without thinking, just takes a flying leap to save her. The fact that he doesn’t even hesitate, even though it means he’s going to miss the flight/meeting, gives me butterflies.  

Then once he’s “rescued” her, she just drops it that of course she can swim, why would she jump in the pool if she couldn’t swim!?!  And the way that neither of them notice that they have the full conversation with him still holding her in his arms. Yeah, they’re both right where they want to be. And the scene just gets funnier from there as they both try to cover when their guests arrive, delightful. The whole scene is funny, romantic, and satisfying.

Drunk Serkan - Episode 19 -  Every second of Drunk!Serkan on screen was gold. GOLD. From the unrelentingly firm but polite way he kicked Selin the eFF out of his house, to his little "you knock on my door” joke, to the cheesy grin he gave her when he said her name, to the way he confessed that she was the most precious thing in the world to him, this scene had it all. A barrel of laughs, a dash of angst, and more than enough romance and sexual tension. Plus how often do you get to see your broken-up favs get all touchy feely in a shower together? A treasure of a sequence! 

Date NIght - Episode 12 - This entire scene was the pinnacle of happy Edser, and I love every bit of it. The inefficient way they tried to chop the vegetables for the salad together was sweet and endearing. While the way they confessed their feelings for each other was uniquely them. Our feelings are mutual, indeed. Then... then... he has to go and name a star after her? Such a thoughtful and heartfelt gift based on her name and the time they’d spend together stargazing, because back then he didn’t even know that her father had made a promise about stars. Gah! 

They were just enthralled with each other the entire night. I’m not sure anyone knew what to expect of in-love Serkan, but he exceeded all my expectations and this scene was the height of the adooring, schmoopy, romantic robot. The entire scene is just sweetness overload, without ever becoming saccharine. Amazing.

Sunset Declaration - Episode 11 - After 20+ hours of buildup, this had to be big and the show didn’t disappoint. First they had him chase down her taxi on the road like a madman, it was frantic and emotionally-charged, and was just so right for this larger-than-life pair. And how fortunate that the taxi stopped at this lovely ocean overlook right at sunset! The setting was top notch and I can’t imagine how the actors and crew probably had to wait around for the sun to be in the exact right spot. I loved that they argued, because that’s what they were doing when they fell in love, arguing! Everything from the “Gitme” to the “I’ve fallen madly in love with you” was perfect. 

It’s also worth noting how satisfying it was that when he finally admitted his feelings he was all-in. The way he went from still being in denial earlier in the episode to “Wait two months and I’ll uproot my entire life and go to Italy with you” was head-spinning, but actually believable for the character. Serkan Bolat doesn’t do anything halfway, if he’s in, he’s all-in. I love that about him, and I love that Eda was ready and willing to take that ride with him. 

[loverabbitss]

Bury Me In Bliss (Prt 1)

Y/N P.O.V.

I grew more and more upset with hearing my husband rant about how the resort we were staying at didn't have shrimp cocktails. Mind you we were on our honeymoon so all I wanted to do was relax and enjoy ourselves. But all that I have experienced has been him doing work as if he isn't on vacation and him complaining. It had me wondering if I had made the wrong decision, but I loved him dearly.

"I'm going to the pool to relax babe." I announce to him as I gather my things into my bag.

"mmhm yeah baby enjoy" he responds without even looking up from his laptop.

I glance at him after I've finished making my bag. He didn't even flinch to try to come with me; I roll my eyes. Work seems more important to him then our relationship, whatever, I just needed to get away from this atmosphere.

Walking out of the hotel suite we shared I feel the breeze of the nearby ocean hit me as I decide to take the stairs today. It gave me time to really experience life and indulge myself in it. Once I make it downstairs passing by the front desk the clerk greets me telling me to have a nice day. I smile thanking her as I set out to the pool.

As I start walking I find that I can't find my way to the pool even though I was following signs. I make a turn going into a secluded walk way covered by walls of wild flowers on each side. I stop pulling out a pamphlet I packed in my bag before I left our room. From where my location was it seems I wasn't far from the resort's pool. Without realizing it I was unconsciously walking and reading. However, soon I bumped into something or someone.

"Omg I'm so sorry" I quickly try to apologize glancing up.

"Are you lost babygirl?" She says.

Oh I was lost alright. I was lost for words, sentences, even a simple smile to be polite couldn't be conjured up. She looked like someone out of a movie, someone you wouldn't normally see in real life. Her jet black shiny hair flown down her back as beautiful tattoos dawned her arms. She wore a white bottom skirt and a black bikini top that her big breasts toppled over in. I had to snap myself out of my thoughts before I looked more weird just mesmerizing her.

"N-no I'm good thank you" I respond looking to the ground to avoid those strong brown eyes that seems to swallow me whole.

I look back to see if anyone is behind me because this walk way was pretty small and seemed to be an area that people would come through or at least for my bikini bottom's I hope so. Turning back around I prepare to scurry off to my destination, but when I look she is no where to be found. It was as if she was never there, more of a figment of my imagination. I chuckle softly to myself before continuing on my way.

Once I make it to the pool I smile at seeing families playing having fun doing, couples enjoying one another, and then there's me. I was all alone on a honeymoon that was supposed to be spent with my workaholic husband. Laying down one of the lounge chairs I find the prefect shaded areas. After prepping my areas I lean back with my glasses on reading. Lover's Delight, was the perfect book, two lovers from totally different background find love between a rock and a hard place. Oh and it surely helped that the intimate scenes were very detailed.

I got lost in the book and didn't realize it was time for the pool to close. How didn't I hear the sound of splashing and laughter diminish. Looking around there was only about two crew members cleaning one of which had yell out to me about them closing soon. I get up packing up sighing, it had turned dark outside so the resort had tikis lite around almost every area.

The sound of the waves from the ocean front that wasn't too far was so soothing. I was in paradise and yet my mind still wondered to that beautiful women whose accent sent chills down my spine. I shouldn't have such a reaction towards her, when I've never met or seen her a day in my life. My daydream was broken by a shuffling sound that raised the hairs on my skin and gave me goosebumps. I was by myself, stupid Y/N.

I started to speed walk as the sound got louder. Once I turned a corner there stood two big buff dudes that looked like security guards and a shorter dude in the middle. He was covered in a nice designer silk shirt with black slacks on with a tooth pick leaning out mouth. He reeked of coach cologne, which I only knew because that's what I bought my husband for his present, My husband! My mind switched thinking what he must've been thinking where I was especially by this time.

"Your going to need to come with us ma'am" his rasp thick voice cut my ears.

I clear my throat fear seeping into my bones.

"No, I have to get back to my husband. So if you will excuse me" I say as I try to walk around them, but then am blocked.

"I wouldn't refuse if I were you. See we've talked to your husband already he doesn't mind one bit for you to come speak to my niece." He responds walking closer to me.

"Your niece? Why would I want to speak to her?" I ask backing away slowly.

"Well it's not so much you wanna speak to her as she really wants to speak to you. Which I can see why" He responds reaching his hand out to me.

I look down at it, it seemed to be my only ticket out of this seeing as my prick of a husband allowed for this to happen. A divorce was so going to be in the works for sure. It all happened so fast, accepting his offer they whisked me away someplace unknown. But oh boy was it beautiful, light shined bright on the outside making the golden beige walls show. Gorgeous bright flowers spread across the land, which could have been easily an acre or two. We pull up to the brick covered curved drive way, one of the buff guards helped me out.

"Welcome home" The persistent uncle laid his hand out to the house.

I raise my eyebrow shaking my head.

"I have a home already and this isn't it" I slightly bark at him.

The smug look on his face spoke volumes about how he didn't like my remark. I could tell my defiance against wanting to come was eating at him by the shift in his demeanor. Instead of responding he just walks away and the buff securities give me a light push to follow.

Soon a man with more guards comes rushing towards him. Geez are they all buff here. This man looked totally different from the uncle. His skin wasn't covered in tattoos and compared to the uncle's olive complexion he was much paler almost as if the sun completely forgot about him. Clear glasses sat upon his button nose and he looked flushed or anxious to speak to the uncle.

"Sir D'Angelo, your niece has been waiting your arrival. She's been getting very upset since you left." He says as he walks along side the uncle or Sir D'Angelo I should say.

He sighs heavily.

"I apologize, I had trouble getting whomever this is to her to come along." He scoffs.

"Nothing, I'm nothing to her." I call out rolling my eyes.

It was bad enough I had to be here despite my stupid husband agreeing to this whole ordeal, but then I had to here this guy's mouth? Yeah no.

The two men started to drift off into a conversation about what seemed to be family matters. From what I picked up by listening is that this niece of his was the next in charge since her father has passed and apparently she is quite the talk of a lot of people. Apparently not though because I've never heard of her.

We arrive at the front door and the securities make quick work of opening the doors for the three of us. If the outside wasn't impressive then the inside stole the show. Antiques, expensive cloths, and delicate furniture surrounded the parts of the house that I saw.

"Ahh my guest has arrived" I hear a thick familiar accent, it can't be.

There's no way it was her, she was just a figment of my imagination. The way she disappear earlier was too fast for even me. I turn towards the direction of her voice and there she was, she was real. Clad in a black and gold silk button up that had two buttons loose to showcase her chest with white pants that made the shirt the main event she stood tall. She easily hovered over me and as she walked up a smirk covered her face.

"Hey there babygirl" she spoke again.

There goes that word again, that word that sent chills down my spine. Her coming closer to me took me out of my gawking stare with her. She smelt of a Acqua di Gioia.

"Hello" I respond shyly focusing my eyes on something else anything really that wasn't her.

"Thank you for bringing her uncle. I begin to worry you had gotten lost old man" she smiles joking.

He lets out a big chuckle, and for the first time since I met him he smiled.

"You picked a tough one Gaia, good luck my love. I'll see you in the morning." He waves his good bye going to the other side of the house with a cigar now burning in his mouth.

"Picked? Picked me for what?" I asked now snapping my eyes to her.

"You need not worry about that, come let me show you to where you will be staying" she responds grabbing my waist walking me towards a dim lit hallway.

Wine colored drapes covered the walls as family pictures were posted on them. I was so taken back by this whole place that the fact that all these people were strangers and I was staying in a house with them hadn't crossed my mind yet. Being in her embrace as she walked me to what I assumed was going to be my room chilled me. Her grip on my waist enticed something in me, something that made me wet.

"Here's were you will be staying" she said as she opened a big brown door.

Inside was a bed covered in black cotton sheets, tile that had designs all on them, a big window that led to a balcony with a view of the ocean, and dressers & night stands. It was beautiful, but it seemed like someone already stayed in the room even as it was made up.

"I'm not sleeping anywhere until I'm told why I'm here" I persisted turning around towards her.

Her smile turned into a frown and right there I wanted to kiss her, no you don't your married remember? Oh yeah

"I don't want you to have to worry your pretty self about that. I'll tell you everything in the morning I promise." She walks over to me bringing me into her by my waist.

"Whatever, fine" it was the only short thing I could think of to avoid stuttering my life away.

"You can wash up in there. There's already clothes set aside in there for you." She resumes.

Yeah not creepy at all.

I place my things down in a nearby chair, then goes into the bathroom. The all white bathroom was a completely different look than what I had seen of the house so far. The shower completely covered the wall and the doors were glass meaning anyone could see through them, the tub was in another corner and was big enough for at least four people. The counter had two sinks and a full wall length mirror.

"This whole house is big" I say to myself.

I start the bathtub because there was no way in hell I was taking the chance of someone walking in on me while I was in the shower. I was confident in my body but not that confident. Once the tub was filled I stripped getting in the warm water enveloped me hugging every particle of my body.

As relaxing as the bath was I had to leave it. I got out drying off, draining the tub, and changing into the pajamas that were set for me. They were light blue panties with a button up top and shorts. Once I finished I walked out to find Gaia in the bed reading dressed in a similar pajama set like mine, but it was black and the bottoms were long. I noticed a slight bump towards the top but ignored it thinking it was an bubble from the pajamas being too big.

"Uh are you in here to tell me goodnight?" I asked slowly walking over to the bed.

"No, this is our bed, our room, our bathroom" she responds patting the spot next to her.

"Our? I'm married. The only ours I know is with my husband" I say standing by the ottoman at the end of the bed.

"Yes yes, the workaholic husband who is too busy all the time to attend to your needs. Tell me Y/N when was the last time that you busted?" A coy look crossed her face and her hazel eyes buried into my brown ones.

I could feel the tension in the room build and the wave in my stomach starting to flow. I twisted my head side ways slightly in a questioning matter.

"First off, how do you know my name? Secondly, why does it matter when's the last time I busted? It's none of your business" I responded.

Her lips curl into a smirk and she raises her eyebrows.

"Oh I know everything about you my darling. But what I don't know is how you seem satisfied with someone who barely pays you any mind. Someone who flew you cross countries just to stare at him laptop all day and he on work conferences." She says coming closer across the bed to me.

I unconsciously move backwards.

"He is a busy man, he is the boss he has to know everything. I get my needs the way I have to." My breathe hitches when she comes chest to chest with me with my back against the wall.

Her soft hand comes up to my chin lifting my head up towards her. Yeah she easily towered over me.

"How's that?" She husked out.

I was speechless. Her eyes were scanning every bit of my face searching for a response and when my mouth was agape she chuckled slightly.

"See babygirl I can treat you so much better I can learn how your body reacts to my touch" she leans into my ear and her breathe makes goosebumps cover my skin.

Her hands roam my body making me twitch some. She shouldn't have this effect on me especially because I'm married to my husband no matter how inconsiderate and stupid he can be sometimes. Breaking me out of my thought was the feeling of her hand caressing my thigh.

"No no, this is wrong. I'm married I love him dearly and I shouldn't be doing this." I push her back slightly, which didn't work because she was stronger than me.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself of that?" She looks down at me moving back some.

"I don't have to convince myself of something I know. Now if you excuse me I have to get back to my hotel." I refused to stay and get tempted by this oh so beautiful woman who at the moment I was ready to risk it all for.

Before I could reach to grab my bag she grabbed my arm spinning me back around into her. Her arms entrapped me in her embrace against her. Even after showering she smelled amazing like a rose garden.

"Your not going anywhere especially this dark and this far from your resort. Just stay and I'll show you what I have to offer." She said with a slight dominance sticking to her voice.

"Fine, but I'm leaving first thing in the morning" I respond wiggling out of her grip and over to I guess my side of the bed.

"Yeah we will se about that" she says going to her side.

We both get in, me scooted all the way to the edge of my side and her closer to the middle. She huffs seeing me turned away from her but besides to leave it be as it was so late.

*next morning*

The morning soon comes and when I wake up. I hear gurgles and moans, there's no way she is having sex in this room while I'm in it. I turn to see the bed empty and at the end of it the sight is shocking yet such a turn on. She was getting sucked off by some maid she must've had.

Her small grunts could be heard, but me shuffling in the bed made her look up towards me and put on a show. She started face fucking the girl who was enjoying being used as a example I guess.

"This could be you. I'd be much more gentle though and I have a feeling you'd enjoy this." She says picking up her pace fucking the girl's throat deeper.

I look at her raising my eyebrows to not give away the fact that she was right. I'd love for it to be me.

"You think using her as an example is going to turn me on or make me change my mind? I'm still going back to the resort, so you might as well save it." I reply getting out of the bed heading to the bathroom.

I freshen up brushing my teeth, which was really awkward considering she was face fucking some girl not to far from me and eventually came. I finished up washing my face, taking a towel I pat dried my face off. As I opened my eyes through the mirror she was looking at me with pure hunger in her eyes as she pulls up her pajama pants.

So that's what that bump was. A rod big enough to end someone up in the hospital, bigger than my husband I could tell you that. I blushed lightly covering it up with a clearance of my throat before walking out the bathroom going to grab my bag. She watches me this time and doesn't try to stop me. It was a bit disheartening because it was the opposite of what I wanted her to do.

I walk out trying to figure out where to go and stubble upon the dining area. A big wooden table was packed with breakfast; fruits, pancakes, biscuits, French toast, bacon, sausage, preservatives & jellies, coffee, juice, and tea. My mouth water and my stomach growled.

"I planned for us to eat something before we started our day. Though I expected it to begin much differently." Her addicting voice carried through the dining area.

I twitched a bit at the wetness building in my bottoms.

"No thank you. I just wanna get back to my hotel." I respond not sparing her glance.

"I would if I could darling" Gaia says.

"What do you mean? Just have the same security take me back, simple." I scrunch my face turning towards her.

"If you sit I'll explain, please Y/N. I'll feel much better when you eat." She nearly pleads.

I reluctantly sigh walking over and making a small quick plate with a cup of coffee.

"Now elaborate please." I say before popping a pineapple in my mouth.

She makes herself a hearty plate then of all the chairs at the table she sits next to me. Ironic. She leans back in the chair looking at me as if she was memorizing the way I looked.

"My family company has worked with your husband's company for years now. About a few months ago we flew in to have a meeting to introduce myself as the new head. I just so happen to see a lovely woman all hugged up on him before we all sat in the meeting room. Besides that we commenced the meeting and discovered how much work between the partnership needed to be done. So—" she stops mid story her eyes glued to my lips.

I look up at her waiting for her to finish her story.

"You've got something" Using a napkin she wipes my lip gently removing some dripping liquid from the fruits.

She clears her throat.

"Anyways, we started working on the partnership and the more we worked the more I found out about his beyond beautiful wife. I just knew I had to have you and when I found discrepancies in our partnership on his in I agreed to tarnish them if he made an agreement with me." She further explains.

"To spend time with me?" I question furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Of course and he hesitantly agreed saying he was grateful I didn't leave the partnership." She finished then dug into her food.

I however had lost my appetite and leant back in the chair. I couldn't believe that my husband agreed to have me damn near kidnapped just to spend time with someone who I have never met in my life. My mind was swimming, I couldn't process half of the information she had just given me.

"Umm excuse me for a second" I pushed myself away from the table, this time she didn't try to stop me.

I walked back to the same room I just came from walking over to the big window opening it a bit to get some fresh air. How was I supposed to take this? How was I supposed to approach my husband after this? I needed to talk with him.

I briskly walk back to the dining area. The table had been cleared off and she still sat drinking a cup of coffee. I went over to my bag searching for my phone. Once I find it, I see that I only have 5% battery, great. No missed calls from him, not even any messages. He already knew. I felt tears fill up in my eyes as I sit down defeated, what was the point of me trying to leave?

She sunk to her knees in front of me placing her hands on my thighs.

"Hey beautiful, your to pretty to be crying" she cooed wiping my tears.

I was to distorted to try to fight back or move away. There was no point anymore.

"How long?" I ask sniffling.

"How long for what?" She tilts her head like a confused puppy.

"A week give or take. Maybe forever if you let me in and let me be what he could never be" Her eyes shine bright in the sunlight that shone through the dining area window.

"You expect me let you in after a week? Especially after you just revealing all that to me." I scoff looking off in the view.

She shakes her head.

"No, I would want you to but I know it will be difficult to" Her thick Italian accent rasps through.

"Come on I want to show you something." She stands up holding out her hand.

I hesitantly take it. She walks me to an area of the house I had not seen. It was a very dull lit area, it had a very intricate library, a wooden desk and a nice rolling chair.

"It's not much but it's where I come when I can't think. When I need to get away from all this family business bullshit." She states as she runs her hands across her desk.

"You didn't choose it did you?" I ask inquisitively.

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

ok! so i was listening to does your mother know that your out, right? and at the same tine a video of angelina jolie came into my feed, you know her being iconic. and so i started thinking 👀 a smut where like a 22 year old rami is like being cheeky and flirty with a woman older than him, she at first is indifferent to him, which gets him super nervous. so now she started to take an interest in him, which gets him even more nervous and her more confident. and she has super bde and don vibes

I was in the middle of a Papi/Dega request when this came into my inbox and captured my muse ... and I mean threw a pillowcase over its head and threw it in the back of a van and MADE me write this. Thank you, Anon, for this brilliant request.

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Rami was captivated by her, and so were most of the men, and a few women, at the afterparty. Granted, he was new to this side of the acting scene having just finished a minor role in a fairly big stage production in New York City, so instead of walking up to the woman and jostling for a place in her queue, he stayed back and watched.

He felt out-of-place, not at all filled with the confidence he had in LA. Yeah, LA was LA, after all, but he knew people there, and he knew enough about how Hollywood worked to fit in.  

Here . . . for maybe the first time in his life, he was the odd man out.

As Rami turned away from the beautiful woman and shuffled over to the bar, a flash of a scene from his and Sami’s favorite novel, The Great Gatsby, popped to the forefront of his thoughts.

When Nick felt out of place, he got roaring drunk. Sounds like a plan to me, Rami thought, his 22-year-old self feeling more at ease knowing he was about to rely on good, old-fashioned liquid courage.

Rami ordered a beer and a double shot of tequila.

One tequila, two tequila, floooor, his mind sang to himself as he ordered another round of each, his initial wave of discomfort beginning to wane.

By the time he finished round three, he knew he had to talk to the beautiful stranger. Clearly, she was someone of importance, maybe even someone famous.

Rami stood up from his barstool, and wobbled, which wasn’t unusual. There was rarely a time in his life when he didn’t have a bruise or a cut from falling down or running into something. Sami had clearly gotten the balance gene.

Rami missed his brother terribly, never imagining they would be living in different cities. He looked to his left and sighed, wondering what Sami would say if he saw his twin, Rami Malek, high school flirt, afraid to talk to a woman.

Shoot your fucking shot, Ram. Why wouldn’t she want to get to know you? his brother’s logical voice sounded in his mind.

“Shoot my shot,” he said under his breath as he made his way to the more crowded part of the room and began looking for the woman.

He didn’t have to look long, and he also couldn’t believe his luck: there she was, standing alone and looking at a large fishtank that was in a darkened corner of the room, the only real light coming from the tank itself.

His balls in his throat, he walked quickly to where she was standing, reminding himself to put one foot in front of the other, lest he fall flat on his face.

His brother would be in stitches if that happened, and the entire family would know within the hour.

But Rami made it, right-side-up, and before he could lose all his nerve, he blurted out, “Nice fish, huh?”

The woman glanced over at him, a bit startled.

“Oh, yes. They are. I always lose myself in my thoughts when I watch them swim. I don’t know exactly why I find it so soothing.”

Rami just stared at her as she spoke, completely smitten. Her speech was so articulate, definitely that of a fine stage actress.

Or someone very, very wealthy, Rami thought, once again thinking back to his favorite novel.

The woman looked at him, clearly expecting him to reply, but he couldn’t find the words.

“Uh . . . huh,” he managed, still studying her face.

She was older than him, but by how much he wasn’t sure—at least a decade. Her face held a sort of vitality that was hypnotic. This was a woman who lived her life by her own accord, a woman who knew things, a woman who held the promise of things that were just . . . good.

“I do apologize, but have we met?” she asked, bringing Rami out of his stupor.

“Uh . . . uh, no. I don’t think we have. I’m an actor. I was in the production,” he finished lamely.  

She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then said, “Johnny. You were Johnny.”

Rami looked at her, taken aback that she made the connection.

“Yeah. Yeah, I was. I’m—” he faltered.

She raised her brow, encouraging him to continue.

“I’m surprised you knew that.”

“It’s my business to know, Mr. . . . Malek, I believe.”

Rami gave her the same quizzical look, and this time she laughed. In that moment, he thought that if he could only listen to one more sound for the rest of his life, it would be her laugh.

“Rami. My name’s Rami,” he said sticking out his hand.

She slid hers gracefully into his, but her grip was strong, professional.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m pleased to officially meet you, Rami Malek.”

No, no. If I could only listen to one more sound for the rest of my life, it would be her saying my name, he thought.

“Do you mind if I ask . . . what it is you do?”

“I do many things, Rami, but my connection to this particular evening is a financial one.”

“An investor,” he stated, nodding his head to indicate he was impressed.

“The investor,” she replied. “If I’m going to do something, I do it. When it comes to the theater, if I’m going to invest, I’m going to be the sole investor. That way, a production feels more like it’s . . . mine. I hope that doesn’t sound arrogant. I’m not an actor, but I love the process. This is as close as I can get to the stage without making a Bottom out of myself,” she said with a smirk as she referenced A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Rami chuckled, and teased, “With jokes like that, I can see why you stay out of the spotlight.”

She laughed, and it was clear she was surprised she laughed so freely with this very young, very handsome stranger.

“Y/N!” called the producer of the play. “I’ve got someone I’m dying for you to meet.”

Before the producer could whisk her away, she leaned into Rami and said, “I don’t normally do this, but I’d like to talk to you again. Here’s my card,” she said as she reached into her clutch.

“Call me. And maybe next time you won’t need six tequila shots before you pluck up the courage to talk to me,” with a wink and a ghost of a touch along his jaw, she was gone, swallowed again by people who just wanted the privilege of being near her.

Rami looked into the crowd, gobsmacked that she had been watching him, too.

* * * * *

With a throaty laugh, she kicked off her heels as Rami backed her into the wall as soon as they were secured in her large apartment. Rami had never been in a place so luxurious, and normally he would have liked to have a look around, but the feeling of this woman’s body under his hands damn near made his brain short-circuit.

Over the past few days, he had learned that she was not just a decade older than him, but two and a few odd years. He had also learned that she was intelligent, passionate, sophisticated, and could make him harder than he had ever been in his entire life with no more than a casual glance. His near-constant erections were proving to be a very difficult barrier to overcome, considering the amount of time they had been spending taking in shows, dining out, and going to a myriad of high-society events.

When she asked him to come up for a nightcap, he had to discreetly adjust himself as he followed her into the elevator. And as soon as the doors closed, she grabbed his lapels, pulled him to her, and kissed him, a soft, sweet kiss that somehow still made his toes curl.

“Do you want that nightcap?” she breathed against his lips, ever the proper hostess.

“No, thank you,” Rami murmured as he moved her hair to the side and attached his lips to her neck.

She laughed, that sweet, soft laugh that made him think of a gentle rain falling in the morning.

“Then perhaps we should take this to the bedroom,” she said, pulling away and taking his hand to lead him down a long hallway and up a set of stairs.

His trousers were uncomfortably tight as he watched the way her ass moved in her pretty dress as she climbed the spiral staircase, quickly and eloquently since she had left her shoes by the door.

Rami glanced around the room and once again couldn’t believe that his life was currently real, that this was happening, that he was about to have sex with the most beautifully intriguing woman he had ever met.

They made quick work of each other’s clothes and she hummed with appreciation at his body. He was lean, but not from effort. Life in the city that never sleeps was difficult, and between looking for roles, rehearsing for the ones he did manage to get, and working odd jobs to earn enough money to keep under a roof, eating wasn’t much of a priority.

She, on the other hand, was fit, classically attractive if you will, but not in an overdone way. She did look closer to her age than to Rami’s, except for her confidence and her passion. She knew who she was, loved herself, and because of that, her confidence and passion shone, and quite literally, made her beautiful.

She turned down the bed in a rush, sliding into the middle of her cloud-soft sheets. Rami settled between her legs and kissed her with all the passion he felt, which was so much that it left her breathless.

“Drawer,” she husked out, waving in the direction of the nightstand.

Rami reached over and pulled out the box of condoms, quickly rolling one on.

She took advantage of his lack of balance and rolled him onto his back, grinning down at him as she lowered herself onto his covered cock.

Rami groaned, a deep rumble that reverberated through his chest. He wanted to watch her, but his eyes rolled back at the incredible sensation of being inside of her for the first time. He wanted to savor it, but she began to move, rocking her hips and pulling his hands from her thighs to her breasts.

Rami opened his eyes and watched as she squeezed his hands around her breasts and when he looked up at the way her head was tossed back in bliss and the way her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, all because she was mounted on his cock, he lost control.

And in an embarrassingly quick culmination of passion, Rami came inside the condom with a whimper.

Immediately, his hands covered his face as he groaned, praying to GOD that the bed would swallow him whole.

“I am so sorry,” he mumbled from underneath his palms.

“Sorry for what?” she said with a laugh. “For finding me so attractive that you stayed in the moment and gave yourself over to passion instead of disconnecting by reciting . . . what do actors recite? Lines from a monologue? I’m guessing it’s not the usual sports statistics?”

Rami lifted his hands from his face and looked up at her; his cheeks were red, either from his intense orgasm or from his intense mortification.

Before he could apologize again, she put her finger to his lips.

“Stop agonizing over a beautiful moment. Do you know how good that made me feel knowing how excited I made you?”

Rami finally gave her a small smile, though it was evident he still felt ashamed.

With a roll of her eyes and a sigh, she grasped the base of his cock where she felt the condom and let his softened dick slide out of her. Carefully, she pulled it off of him and moved off the bed to toss it in the trash.

“Now that we’ve gotten that,” she said gesturing to his limp cock, “out of the way, we can concentrate on real pleasure.

“Is there anything you know you don’t like to do in the bedroom?” she asked, her head cocked to the side.

“Uh . . . I don’t think so?” Rami said with hesitation.

“If you want me to stop anything at any time, just say stop. Okay?”

Rami nodded, his lips parted as he intently watched her.

“Your eyes are going to make you a star,” she said, her head still cocked to the side as she returned his gaze.

He blinked as he blushed, a slight red flush creeping up his neck.

“Well,” she began as she rummaged in her drawer until she withdrew a small tube of lubricant, “when you’re young, you’re awfully resilient. Not to knock men my own age, but they tend to have a lack of stamina. Nature’s fault, of course, but women, well we really don’t reach our sexual prime until our 30s, even late 30s I dare say.”

Rami listened as she climbed back onto the bed, settling between his thighs. He wondered if he should feel awkward in this position, but as he watched her spread lubricant on her index finger, he felt his cock twitch.

“So, what that means, is that women end up with a significantly less amount of time to have great sex because they finally feel attractive enough to get a partner who meets their standards and because they finally know their bodies well enough to make demands of their lovers.”

She paused and shot him a seductive smile as she pressed her finger to his perineum and started to massage him.

“Jesus,” Rami moaned.

“Undisputedly a man. God, however . . . I like the sound of that,” she said in a low voice as she slipped her well-lubricated finger into Rami’s ass and brushed his prostate.

“Ohmy . . . GOD,” he cried out, his thighs jerking, but her body stopping them from slamming together.  

“That’s better,” she replied in that same low, sultry voice as she bent to take his dick in her mouth.

Rami’s cock hardened instantly, and he found himself filled with an intense need to fuck this woman senseless.

“St-sto-stop,” he managed, and she lifted her head and slowly extracted her finger.

Rami was animalistic in his movements; he sat up and flipped her onto her back, burying his face between her thighs. He wanted her soaking when he slid inside of her again, so when she began to give him directions, he responded to every single command.

He didn’t feel shy the second time they fucked.

Or the third.

Or the fourth.

By the time the morning light peeked through her windows and he positioned himself at her entrance for the fifth time, he felt like he really had found god.

And she was a woman.

[bigscaryyanderewriter]

Since you're doing for steven universe, may i ask for some good yandere diamond trio? Or if you dont do more than one, then just spinel.

I am gay af for big women and like... Don't get much bigger than the diamonds, enjoyed writing this. Hope you like it.

1.7k words

TW: Yandere Themes, Dehumanization

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Earth was all you knew, it was your home. Nothing had ever happened to make you think there would ever be anything other place for you. That was until you met a large blue woman. A diamond.

You sat, legs swinging as you sat on a rock near the large crystal platform that had been sitting there since before you ever were thought of probably. It was a peaceful place, birds quietly chirping before you. Tears streaming silently. The meadow had the crystal platform and the large remnants of some odd structure.

Your place of solace and the soft stream were the only things here to comfort you. This place was more home to you than the house where your sisters would lock you out, mock you, make you out at naive and small due to your youth. It hurt so much. You were going to runaway you thought.

A bag was packed, you would escape. Leave and go away from this torment. Though now, you sat there and knew you had nowhere to go. Until a beam of light filled the clearing, coming from the sky and making you nearly fall. 

The thing you saw as your heart thudded within your chest. A large blue woman. Her features tired and stressed as she took a few steps to the ruin and stared down. Her arms crossed in front of her as she seemed to be in thought, mourning over something. She was rounded, seeming like a blue hill in a way...

You heard her quietly sighing, face in her hands as you knew that face. It was the face your older sister had made when looking at the old pictures of your parents and when the bills were too much, when she needed help.

When she needed help and comforted, told it was all going to work out. You slowly crept over, your voice near silent as you reached out, putting a hand on her skirt bottom as you spoke.

"I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am… I know it must hurt. Are you okay?" You looked up as she looked down, seeming shocked and disturbed by you as she looked back to the ruin. 

A shaky sigh leaving her as she scoffed. "I'm more than fine. I don't need your comfort, you're nothing but a little organic lifeform… You can't even begin to understand what I feel." 

"Perhaps I do, being organic… We don't live forever, so we experience things like aging and death often. I know what it is like to lose someone you care for and to have those you love become… Not how you remember. Foreign to you. We change much faster and more turbulently than you would think." You said in away loud enough for her to hear, but not yelling. 

She looked down, reaching for you even as you were startled. Her hand lifting you to her face as she looked at you. "Young human, you are odd. I didn't know that you creatures had any idea of grief or loss." 

"We… We do. Some more than others will ever know. We all have to experience it and there is not always someone to help." You explain as you tentatively put a hand to her cheek in a way to comfortingly pet her. 

It seemed to take her back a bit as she looked to the side. A small pearl girl at her side looked up as she looked over at you, seeming a bit shocked too. "You do then. Little human… This world is changing for the better. A boy, Steven, is changing it and the universe for the better. You have not been touched by the changes, I know that it is still… Hard here for you. It may not change soon. Please, come with me, we need someone like you. Someone to share love with, to care for. Someone to care for us, as hard as it is to admit." She sighed and looked at you, her tears rolling down as you joined her, a smile breaking on your face. 

"I understand that so well. You remind me of my sister… She cared, but I don't think she does anymore. Maybe I should come with you. I don't even know what your name is though." You murmur and as you sit in her palm, smiling.

She smiled back as she said, "I am Blue Diamond… We would never stop caring for you. Ever. I promise you this. The others are sure to love you, I am sure of it." 

Her thumb pressed into your cheek as you laughed a bit, hugging onto her. She seemed to be for than pleased by the cuddly interactions as she gave you a beautiful laugh in return, turning as she carried you with her to the crystal platform and whisked you away.

The whooshing of the portal and the light made you squeal a bit as you were taken to a hub of portals, a ship waiting. A blue arm. It was wrist upwards as she carried you as you messed with her sleeves.  She warned you, "Be careful now, little one. You're very small and quite high up."

You weren't paying attention to the crinkle of her eyes in joy as you walked along her arm, climbing to her shoulder and sitting there as when you both entered the ship. You were so small… So fragile, but sweet and silly. It was fun for the big diamond to watch you play about and expectantly look back at her with those eyes as you smiled when she waved for you to continue. 

She started a call in the middle though, motioning you to hide as she talked with a large yellow woman and an even larger white woman. "I have a pleasant surprise for both of you when I come back to homeworld, please be present for the reveal. I believe you both will be quite excited because I very much am." 

You blushed as she said this, knowing she had to be speaking of you. The smile in her voice, she seemed near giddy. 

The trip seemed over before you knew it as Blue pulled you up into her arms, cradling you like a baby. It made you squirm with a bit of discomfort, but she hushed you as she hid you in her long sleeves. "Stop moving about, I want you to be a surprise for the other two. They'll be so happy to meet you. I know it." 

Blue walked with you in her sleeves, your head popping out just enough for you to get air. She learned humans do need air from Steven! How well she was doing in remembering things about humans. Though, she wasn't sure how she would introduce you. She was uncertain of how Yellow and White would react. Everything had calmed so much since the loosening of their grip on their planets. 

The doors opened before her as she was announced by her pearl… Her movements as she walked into the room were slow. 

You shoved your head back beneath the sleeve as you heard a slightly harsher voice speak. It made you get a bit scared at first. "Blue, what did you have that you needed to show us? I mean, if it isn't something amazing, I will be quite disappointed." The voice chuckled.

"Yes, Blue, dear. It was rather sudden, even if things have slowed quite a bit for all of us." A second voice said, a bit higher and it maybe your heart beat faster. Like you were in the presence of power. It was intimidating.

"With that in mind, I have made a decision and would like to introduce you to our newest acquisition… She is silly and so sweet, small…" She slowly pulled her sleeve back as you turned your head to look at the two other, sitting up with your hands flat on Blue as you moved to sit on your knees… Well, you took an educated guess and figured that they were also diamonds. 

"Hello, Diamonds!" You wave with both hands, a shy smile on your face before you are being held out in the cupped hands of Blue. 

"A human? Is this because of Steven, because this one is not anything like Steven." Yellow diamond said rather factually.

"Oh no, she isn't like Steven exactly.. She is in some ways, but she needs to have us. We need someone. To care for, for us, to make things happier and more whole. You know what I am talking about." She said as Yellow blushed and looked aside. White leaned forward to examine you. Your hand reached out to touch her nose as she was so close.

"Hello?" You tilted your head, but she seemed to find it quite silly as she laughed out.

"I suppose I was quite close, yeah? Haha." She pulled away and looked to Yellow.

"You know, perhaps we could try this out. I mean, we can always send her to Earth with Steven and his little Crystal Gems if it is not working well. She'll be cared for there, but I say we keep her." She scoops you from Blue and holds you out to Yellow with a grin, you were getting a bit worried from all this being forced about. Especially if they grip you too hard on accident at some point. 

Yellow looked at you and you piped up, "How big of a commitment am I? I mean, given how small you all think I am." 

This made her freeze before laughing, "Yes, I suppose you are quite small. How hard could it possibly be!" She smiled as she put her hand under her chin. "Oh, this human is a funny one. We should definitely keep them."

"Is it decided then?" Blue asked the two and they glanced between each other, sharing nods. 

"Yes, I believe it is." White said with finality, "We'll keep the human, but we'll have to ask Steven for tips on human care." 

You had a twist in your gut… This foreign place, aliens… They didn't seem to view you as equal even, just a sweet pet. Maybe it was your imagination, but something was off. You were almost certain that going home was not an option though and you wanted to feel safe. They seemed to be very safe and they wanted you desperately enough to agree so quickly. 

The thing is that you were going to be staying if they had any say in it, already attached to the perfect idea of their new human companion. A sweet pet. A sweet, little pet to entertain them.

[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Hi I’d love to make a Tommy x reader request! The reader is a beautiful well-known singer in a club from London, which is run by her boyfriend (Italian mobster or a powerful man?) Tommy, John and Arthur visit the club and are mesmerised by the reader like all other men. Tommy knows that he must have her and goes backstage after the show to find her. What he finds in the dressing room is the reader and her boyfriend maybe hurting her in some way? Tommy then comes to the rescue x Hope this is ok

//I changed the POV just to make it a bit easier for myself. Hope that’s okay! 

            “You’re gonna love this place, Tom, there’s a bird here who sings every night.”

            Tommy bristled when Arthur clapped him on the back. The mention of a singer wasn’t welcome news. He hadn’t appreciated anyone’s singing since Grace passed away. But they had already made the trip out to London so he couldn’t just turn around and leave. After all, they weren’t just there to listen to a woman sing. They were there to scope out the joint. See if it was ready to be taken over by the Peaky Blinders.

            The club was packed and people were all in good spirits around them. Wealthy patrons laughed and chatted by the bar and tables while women in flashy dresses and men in well-fitted suits danced. Behind the dancefloor was a grand stage that held a full band. Standing in front of that band was a woman in a floor-length, emerald gown that shimmered in the stage lights. She sang in a pure and clear voice that could ring across an empty space for miles. In the club, it got a bit lost behind the big band and the noise from the patrons. But Tommy was already spellbound. In his hesitation of giving anyone else the time of day, other than his late wife, he got a bit caught up in the sound of her voice. Much like he had with Grace.

            The woman’s voice lured him in and her looks held his attention.

            It had to take a swift punch in the arm from John to get Tommy to look away. “Whiskey?” His younger brother asked over the crowd.

            “Irish.” He responded as usual.

            Arthur got in close as John went to the bar. “Got the two owners there, brothers. They’re affiliated with the Sicilians.” He pointed out two dark-haired men in expensive suits. They certainly stood around like they owned the place. Champagne in hand and chins lifted like kings looking over their realms.

            “They look green,” Tommy replied. Indeed, the men looked young. No older than John. They must have had a great deal of help from Sabini because there was no way two young brothers would have such a prominent club in London.

            “Easy to take down then?” Arthur mused.

            “I should think so. ‘Long as we keep Sabini at an arm’s length we should be able to hold this location.”

            Arthur grinned and elbowed him. “Atta boy, there’s the Tommy I know.” It had taken such an effort to get Tommy to visit London. The man wasn’t as interested in smaller business-like clubs or betting as he once had. After Grace died, he was out for revenge and larger stakes.  

            Tommy watched as one of the owners moved toward the stage. He waited in the wings until the woman stopped singing. She thanked the crowd who gave her hearty applause. But her smile faltered in the bright lights as she detached herself from the microphone, almost like it was painful to step away. She walked down the steps and met with the owner. He looked belligerent and she looked absolutely terrified.

            In a flash, the man grabbed her by the hair and quickly whisked her away, behind the stage. Tommy’s blood boiled. He pushed past his brother who gave a sound of questioning protest. Pushing his way through the crowd, Tommy followed them to the back door. It was a cramped hallway that led to a couple of rooms. The walls were thin but they managed to muffle out a good deal of the racket from the club. That way, Tommy could hear shouting coming from one of the rooms.

            “You continue to disappoint me. What happens when people stop coming to see you? Huh? When you’re old news? Can’t sing on key, missing her cues, disgusting attitude.”

            “I tried my best I-”

            When Tommy heard a loud slap, he burst through the door, removing his pistol. “That’s enough of that.”

            The woman looked up fearfully, afraid she was caught in between a scuffle between her boyfriend and another gang member.

            But he simply chuckled and shoved her away. “Look at that, Isabel, some gypsy scum is coming to save you. What? You’re gonna shoot me in my own fucking club? How well do you think that’s gonna go over for you?”

            “You’ve got one brother, I’ve got two. You’re outnumbered.” Tommy held his aim steady on the man’s head. “Frankly, you don’t mean anything to me. I’m going to take your club. I’ll forget about your death in a couple of months. Men who put their hands on women are worthless.”

            He barked out a laugh. “So, Tommy Shelby’s a knight in shining armor now. Imagine that. Go on, shoot me.” He challenged. “I guarantee you; she’ll stop you.”

            The singer’s eyes were wide with fear but she didn’t move a muscle. Something flashed across her eyes, hope, a rescue, perhaps. “No, I won’t.” She whispered with her voice growing stronger with every syllable.

            The smug look on the man’s face dimmed. “After everything I’ve done for you. You ungrateful, bitch! I should’ve offed you the second I-”

            He was interrupted by a bullet piercing his heart.

            The singer put her hands over her mouth in shock but still didn’t move to aid him as he bled out on the floor.

            Tommy pocketed his gun and offered a hand to her. “Come on. I’ll get you out of here.” He led her out of the room and down the hall where the exit was labeled. He wanted to avoid the club because it sounded like it had erupted into chaos. No doubt Arthur and John had already kicked off.

            The woman moved in a daze, shocked at what happened but in disbelief of the relief she felt. She wasn’t trapped anymore, she was free.

            “Where do I go?” She asked. The last she wanted was to be punished for the shooting.

            “Want a place to sing?” Tommy offered. “I’ve got pubs.”

            She stared at him for a moment, afraid of what she might be signing up for if she got involved with another dangerous man.

            “And I don’t tolerate that sort of violence against women who work for me.” He added.

            Her lips parted slightly and she nodded. “Okay.”

            And just like that, Tommy Shelby had another singer to break his heart.

[stark-web-warriors]

Ditching the Welcome Wagon t.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1,907

So… I had a weird dream last night about being a student escort for Tom Holland on my University campus, and he was bored out of his mind and wasn’t having any of it, so we decided to ditch the welcome wagon and get into a bunch of mischief, so I decided to turn it into a little imagine for y’all.

When you heard that Tom Holland would be visiting your university, out of all the colleges in the US, you were more than surprised. You chose your college because you liked it, but it was strange to think Marvel thought it was Peter Parker’s style enough to send the actor there for research. Then you got the email that asked you to be his student escort, and you flipped. The school had decided with the volunteer work and academic standing you’d upheld you’d be a good fit to show him the school. Sure, you did it for incoming freshmen all the time, but Tom Holland was a whole different story.

You were barely able to introduce yourself as his escort in the midst of the welcome wagon the University put on. Even the University president was there, and you’d never seen him attend anything. He was just this nebulous, Big-Brother type figure. You followed along the President and several other high standing figures from the University as they gave Tom and his security detail the official tour of the University. You even noticed the President flipping through index cards he’d hidden up his sleeve as he explained the history of the old buildings and boasted statistics.

You had thought it would be exciting to escort Tom Holland on campus, but a week of this seemed like it might just be not worth it. It was boring when they forced you to do it as a freshman and it was boring now. Tom didn’t even speak, just kind of stood there looking like he had a frog in his mouth, nodding along. No one even asked the guy a question, just kept shoving information at him. You would have liked to mention this suggestion, but you knew from the school paper that the President wasn’t all that responsive to feedback.

The next day it was the same story. They introduced him to the football coach, which was an awkward encounter to see. Tom shook the man’s hand but didn’t really have much interest in what he had to say. It was American football, and no one seemed to care that the actor didn’t show much interest in the sport. The empty stadium made you uncomfortable. you didn’t like it that much when it was full, but seeing thousands of empty plastic seats in the obtrusive stadium lighting was just depressing.

What was more depressing was the football game they forced you to go to. The team had never been good, and they, of course, lost horribly. No entertaining question of whether or not they’d pull through, just a bunch of sad sacks getting pummeled on the field. It was embarrassing that this cookie-cutter crap was what they were showing Tom, and even more, it had been the most boring two days of your life.

The third day you’d been picking up some groceries for a reception-type meeting with some of the high-level professors. You showed up at the event venue on campus with a plastic bag full of fruit trays and cheese in your right hand. As you were setting the pieces on the long table, the President showed up in a frenzy. He was ranting to one of the bodyguards that had been with Tom the whole week. You thought it was strange but finished setting the table as you were told to do.

As the room started to fill in with professors, you began to feel rather claustrophobic. It was very full and very loud. Seeing as the guest of the hour was not there, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to slip away for a moment. You took the plastic bag from the groceries and popped a small snack from the brunch table into it. Sneaking down the hall, you decided to mindlessly explore parts of the building you’d never been to before. You’d always wondered what the upper levels looked like anyway. 

As you wandered the vacant halls you peered at door labels. It was mostly offices of high ranking individuals, but some conference rooms here or there. You turned a corner and saw a dead end at the farthest reach of the hallway. Curious you made your way to the final door, a door to a conference room, and decided to peek your way in. Upon opening the door, you observed the far wall, made up of mostly windows. The room was completely lit by the mid-morning sunlight and through the high-level windows you could see the beautiful city-scape. You walked into the room, and so close to the window that your nose almost touched it to be fully consumed by the gorgeous skyline. You were only brought back to reality by a sudden touch on your shoulder. Startled, you jumped back and swung the grocery bag at the source, only to be met with a hysterical Tom Holland.

The boy was laughing so hard he had to hold his knees to stay upright. “What were you planning to with a grocery bag?” The actor cried in a high pitched voice through his intense laughing fit.

“I don’t know!” you defended. “You snuck up on me, I just swung what I had!” The boy continued to laugh, and you began to find it rather peculiar how humored he was at such a small thing. If he was so easily entertained, then the University staff were screwing up more than you’d even thought. Even as his student escort, this was the first time you got to actually talk to the guy.

As his giggling died down, Tom sighed, “Oh, that is the most interesting thing that has happened since I got here, let me tell you…” You knew he wasn’t exaggerating. He’d not shown more than one expression the whole time he’d been on campus. Just constant boredom. “Tell me, what do you do around here for fun?” Tom asked before clarifying, “Honestly. None of this establishment shit.”

You smiled a bit as your instinctive answer came to mind, mostly because it was so dumb and random. “I like to stand on the bridge and throw things into the river,” you offered.

“What?” the actor asked as he scrunched up his nose is surprised confusion. You found this very adorable.

“Not like trash or anything!” you explained hurriedly. “Snow. Like snowballs and such. I just like seeing how far I can throw them, and watching the water splash up and make a big rainbow.”

“It’s Spring. There’s no snow,” the actor pointed out disappointedly.

“There’s also no way we’re doing that. You’re supposed to be downstairs right now,” you mentioned, trying to stay in good standing with the heads of the University.

  “Yeah, there’s no way I’m going to that,” Tom mentioned casually as he began to wander aimlessly around the room. “Think of it this way, if I’m meant to play a college-aged Peter Parker, I need to see what the students actually do, not what the university wants you to think is the typical college lifestyle.” He had a point. None of this was helping him with character research the way he’d intended it. After hearing no response from you he pushed in an almost child-like way, “Come on, please ditch with me?”

“There’s a security detail waiting for you downstairs that I think might care about you being MIA,” you tried one last time.

“I got away from them this morning, didn’t I?” Tom incentivized.

“You do realize they’re not your babysitters, right? You’re a celebrity and I’m pretty sure they’re just making sure you don’t get stampeded by adoring women,” you argued half-heartedly. You knew, in addition to keeping him safe, they were still a part of the system keeping him from having any fun. You felt like such a pushover as you sighed and admitted, “We can probably sneak past them if we use the tunnels.”

“And if they do find us, you can always hit them with your grocery bag,” Tom teased before sprinting toward the door.

“You’re still not over that, huh?” You sighed before chasing after him.

-

There may not have been snow, but after the two of you came up from the tunnels, halfway across campus from where you were, you stopped at a vending machine and picked up a bottle of Dasani. So far, if Tom had been noticed, no one had approached him. After all, he did look like just another college student. The two of you excitedly sprinted to the middle of the bridge and looked over the railing at the ferocious river hundreds of feet below.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” you asked seriously, looking straight into the eyes of the guy you’d only just met.

“Only if you do it with me,” he acted back as though he were diffusing a bomb in an action movie. Dramatically, Tom de-capped the bottle of Dasani and held it out to you. You playfully placed your hand below his on the bottle like it were life or death. “On the count of three,” he commanded before taking a deep breath. “One… Two… THREE!” The two of you quickly tipped up the bottle and watched the snake of water taking forever to fall apart in the air before limply falling into the flow of the river. “We did it!” Tom shouted, holding up a hand for a high five.

The two of you whooped and cheered while jumping around, attracting the attention of students passing by, who were probably just trying to get to class. It was so dumb, but it was fun to make a big deal out of it. For the first time in days, you were really enjoying yourself. Suddenly Tom stopped in his tracks and yelled, “Shit!” You looked over your shoulder to see one of his security escorts at the end of the bridge, but before you could say anything more, tom had grabbed your hand and pulled you along. The two of you sprinted across the bridge to the opposite bank like kids running away from their parents. It was ridiculous and yet exhilarating.

You saw a familiar building nearby that you knew to be confusing, and thankfully, you and Tom had a head-start. “In here!” You shouted, hurrying in the door. You let go of his hand and hit the elevator button to open the doors, then pressed the button for the highest floor before running out and whisking away Tom’s hand to drag him down the stairs. The sound of you two stomping was deafeningly loud, but you hoped you could reach the bottom before the guy would even enter the building. You got to the basement and ran through the tunnels you knew would be there, only stopping when you’d reached an empty study room off a couple tangental, underground halls. The two of you fell with hands to your knees as you panted.

“What was that,” the boy asked between heaving breaths, “with the elevator?”

“Oh, that building. It’s one building, but the classrooms are all separated, so you can only get from one place to another through the basement,” you explained. “So I figured if he thought we went up, then he’d hit a dead end up there.”

“Brilliant,” Tom breathed. “What next?” You smiled at the endless possibilities of what adventurous mischief the two of you would get up to this week.

[petersquips]

Ditching the Welcome Wagon t.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1,907

So… I had a weird dream last night about being a student escort for Tom Holland on my University campus, and he was bored out of his mind and wasn’t having any of it, so we decided to ditch the welcome wagon and get into a bunch of mischief, so I decided to turn it into a little imagine for y’all.

When you heard that Tom Holland would be visiting your university, out of all the colleges in the US, you were more than surprised. You chose your college because you liked it, but it was strange to think Marvel thought it was Peter Parker’s style enough to send the actor there for research. Then you got the email that asked you to be his student escort, and you flipped. The school had decided with the volunteer work and academic standing you’d upheld you’d be a good fit to show him the school. Sure, you did it for incoming freshmen all the time, but Tom Holland was a whole different story.

You were barely able to introduce yourself as his escort in the midst of the welcome wagon the University put on. Even the University president was there, and you’d never seen him attend anything. He was just this nebulous, Big-Brother type figure. You followed along the President and several other high standing figures from the University as they gave Tom and his security detail the official tour of the University. You even noticed the President flipping through index cards he’d hidden up his sleeve as he explained the history of the old buildings and boasted statistics.

You had thought it would be exciting to escort Tom Holland on campus, but a week of this seemed like it might just be not worth it. It was boring when they forced you to do it as a freshman and it was boring now. Tom didn’t even speak, just kind of stood there looking like he had a frog in his mouth, nodding along. No one even asked the guy a question, just kept shoving information at him. You would have liked to mention this suggestion, but you knew from the school paper that the President wasn’t all that responsive to feedback.

The next day it was the same story. They introduced him to the football coach, which was an awkward encounter to see. Tom shook the man’s hand but didn’t really have much interest in what he had to say. It was American football, and no one seemed to care that the actor didn’t show much interest in the sport. The empty stadium made you uncomfortable. you didn’t like it that much when it was full, but seeing thousands of empty plastic seats in the obtrusive stadium lighting was just depressing.

What was more depressing was the football game they forced you to go to. The team had never been good, and they, of course, lost horribly. No entertaining question of whether or not they’d pull through, just a bunch of sad sacks getting pummeled on the field. It was embarrassing that this cookie-cutter crap was what they were showing Tom, and even more, it had been the most boring two days of your life.

The third day you’d been picking up some groceries for a reception-type meeting with some of the high-level professors. You showed up at the event venue on campus with a plastic bag full of fruit trays and cheese in your right hand. As you were setting the pieces on the long table, the President showed up in a frenzy. He was ranting to one of the bodyguards that had been with Tom the whole week. You thought it was strange but finished setting the table as you were told to do.

As the room started to fill in with professors, you began to feel rather claustrophobic. It was very full and very loud. Seeing as the guest of the hour was not there, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to slip away for a moment. You took the plastic bag from the groceries and popped a small snack from the brunch table into it. Sneaking down the hall, you decided to mindlessly explore parts of the building you’d never been to before. You’d always wondered what the upper levels looked like anyway. 

As you wandered the vacant halls you peered at door labels. It was mostly offices of high ranking individuals, but some conference rooms here or there. You turned a corner and saw a dead end at the farthest reach of the hallway. Curious you made your way to the final door, a door to a conference room, and decided to peek your way in. Upon opening the door, you observed the far wall, made up of mostly windows. The room was completely lit by the mid-morning sunlight and through the high-level windows you could see the beautiful city-scape. You walked into the room, and so close to the window that your nose almost touched it to be fully consumed by the gorgeous skyline. You were only brought back to reality by a sudden touch on your shoulder. Startled, you jumped back and swung the grocery bag at the source, only to be met with a hysterical Tom Holland.

The boy was laughing so hard he had to hold his knees to stay upright. “What were you planning to with a grocery bag?” The actor cried in a high pitched voice through his intense laughing fit.

“I don’t know!” you defended. “You snuck up on me, I just swung what I had!” The boy continued to laugh, and you began to find it rather peculiar how humored he was at such a small thing. If he was so easily entertained, then the University staff were screwing up more than you’d even thought. Even as his student escort, this was the first time you got to actually talk to the guy.

As his giggling died down, Tom sighed, “Oh, that is the most interesting thing that has happened since I got here, let me tell you…” You knew he wasn’t exaggerating. He’d not shown more than one expression the whole time he’d been on campus. Just constant boredom. “Tell me, what do you do around here for fun?” Tom asked before clarifying, “Honestly. None of this establishment shit.”

You smiled a bit as your instinctive answer came to mind, mostly because it was so dumb and random. “I like to stand on the bridge and throw things into the river,” you offered.

“What?” the actor asked as he scrunched up his nose is surprised confusion. You found this very adorable.

“Not like trash or anything!” you explained hurriedly. “Snow. Like snowballs and such. I just like seeing how far I can throw them, and watching the water splash up and make a big rainbow.”

“It’s Spring. There’s no snow,” the actor pointed out disappointedly.

“There’s also no way we’re doing that. You’re supposed to be downstairs right now,” you mentioned, trying to stay in good standing with the heads of the University.

  “Yeah, there’s no way I’m going to that,” Tom mentioned casually as he began to wander aimlessly around the room. “Think of it this way, if I’m meant to play a college-aged Peter Parker, I need to see what the students actually do, not what the university wants you to think is the typical college lifestyle.” He had a point. None of this was helping him with character research the way he’d intended it. After hearing no response from you he pushed in an almost child-like way, “Come on, please ditch with me?”

“There’s a security detail waiting for you downstairs that I think might care about you being MIA,” you tried one last time.

“I got away from them this morning, didn’t I?” Tom incentivized.

“You do realize they’re not your babysitters, right? You’re a celebrity and I’m pretty sure they’re just making sure you don’t get stampeded by adoring women,” you argued half-heartedly. You knew, in addition to keeping him safe, they were still a part of the system keeping him from having any fun. You felt like such a pushover as you sighed and admitted, “We can probably sneak past them if we use the tunnels.”

“And if they do find us, you can always hit them with your grocery bag,” Tom teased before sprinting toward the door.

“You’re still not over that, huh?” You sighed before chasing after him.

-

There may not have been snow, but after the two of you came up from the tunnels, halfway across campus from where you were, you stopped at a vending machine and picked up a bottle of Dasani. So far, if Tom had been noticed, no one had approached him. After all, he did look like just another college student. The two of you excitedly sprinted to the middle of the bridge and looked over the railing at the ferocious river hundreds of feet below.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” you asked seriously, looking straight into the eyes of the guy you’d only just met.

“Only if you do it with me,” he acted back as though he were diffusing a bomb in an action movie. Dramatically, Tom de-capped the bottle of Dasani and held it out to you. You playfully placed your hand below his on the bottle like it were life or death. “On the count of three,” he commanded before taking a deep breath. “One… Two… THREE!” The two of you quickly tipped up the bottle and watched the snake of water taking forever to fall apart in the air before limply falling into the flow of the river. “We did it!” Tom shouted, holding up a hand for a high five.

The two of you whooped and cheered while jumping around, attracting the attention of students passing by, who were probably just trying to get to class. It was so dumb, but it was fun to make a big deal out of it. For the first time in days, you were really enjoying yourself. Suddenly Tom stopped in his tracks and yelled, “Shit!” You looked over your shoulder to see one of his security escorts at the end of the bridge, but before you could say anything more, tom had grabbed your hand and pulled you along. The two of you sprinted across the bridge to the opposite bank like kids running away from their parents. It was ridiculous and yet exhilarating.

You saw a familiar building nearby that you knew to be confusing, and thankfully, you and Tom had a head-start. “In here!” You shouted, hurrying in the door. You let go of his hand and hit the elevator button to open the doors, then pressed the button for the highest floor before running out and whisking away Tom’s hand to drag him down the stairs. The sound of you two stomping was deafeningly loud, but you hoped you could reach the bottom before the guy would even enter the building. You got to the basement and ran through the tunnels you knew would be there, only stopping when you’d reached an empty study room off a couple tangental, underground halls. The two of you fell with hands to your knees as you panted.

“What was that,” the boy asked between heaving breaths, “with the elevator?”

“Oh, that building. It’s one building, but the classrooms are all separated, so you can only get from one place to another through the basement,” you explained. “So I figured if he thought we went up, then he’d hit a dead end up there.”

“Brilliant,” Tom breathed. “What next?” You smiled at the endless possibilities of what adventurous mischief the two of you would get up to this week.

[jimlingss]

The Bachelorette

Words: 6.4k of absolute garbage.

Genre: Crack - but it’s more like trash.

Summary: A shit version of BTS members in the reality television show The Bachelorette. I tried.

Notes: Happy Two Years, folks! To commemorate the anniversary of this writing blog, I wanted to draw back to the first thing I’ve ever posted here, which was a garbage drabble. Hence, here is an equally garbage short fic! Enjoy!

The screen flashes to white and scarlet rose petals begin to fall from the blue sky. There’s a tickering laughter and a chiffon dress that drags against the sand, high heels stopping.

“She’s the entire package. Brains, beauty, strength, personality.”

“Beautiful.” “Stunning.” “Gorgeous.” “Incredible.” “The real deal.”

You radiantly smile, blinding those around you as another laugh spills from your lips. The lovely flowers fall upon your hair and skin, decorating your body and causing you to blink away the ones that tickle your visage. “I’ve waited my entire life for this. And I’ve never been more ready to find love.”

“Y/N is the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“She could really be the one.”

“But there’s never love without war.” Instantaneously, the monitor switches to several screens, flashing back and forth between them. “And the most shocking moment in Bachelorette history-”

You’re sobbing and crying, throwing a lamp across the room that silences every man. “Do you even care about me?”

A person is seen shaking their head directly at the camera in a private room. “Tensions are rising and it’s becoming unbearable. I just think he’s not here for the right reasons. And if it were me, I would never hurt Y/N like that. I only need a chance to prove it.”

“I’m really going to fight you!”

“None of them care as much as I do.”

“I’m not here to play games. I’m here to find love.”

There’s a massive ‘boom’ sound effect and the camera pans down to a polished man in a suit, hands behind his back as he strides out of a garden at night. “Hi, I’m Chris Harrison. Welcome to an exciting new season of the Bachelorette. Over the years we’ve had a lot of Bachelors and Bachelorettes come and go. But never have we seen anything like this before.”

“Y/N, our new bachelorette, has it all. She has a stable career, friends and a loving family. But from one bad romantic relationship to the next, she’s given up on love. Almost. That’s where we come in. Y/N can not only find love right here but find hope again. Let’s take a closer look at our new Bachelorette.”

The scene changes again, this time directly on you doing various activities, from going to the gym to cooking in the kitchen to entering your workplace. “I’m L/N Y/N, I’m twenty five and this is my last chance to find love!”

“All my life, I’ve been searching for my Mr. Right to sweep me off my feet and I think now’s the time. I’m ready to embark on this journey to finding love and opening my heart up. Who knows, maybe I’ll fall head over heels for one of these men.” A tinkering giggle streams from your mouth, a charming grin to match. It fades to black.

The nervousness begins to ebb at your bones. The cool night breeze laces through the strands of your hair and the light fabric of your red dress, flowing between your legs. Despite claiming so many times that you’re prepared, you’re not so sure anymore. This might be the defining moment. One of these people might actually be it. This would be the story that you tell to your future children.

A nervous laugh breaks through your pink lips, bated breath held between teeth and from your spot by the front mansion doors, you can see a black limousine begin to drive up. Eventually, it pulls over by the curb and the door opens.

A man with a half-eye moon smile appears in a crisp suit, his round cheeks nearly bursting and he tips his black fedora as he walks up the steps towards you. “Evening, milady. You are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen in my entire life. Not even the stars shine as brightly as you do. You are my lady of the night.”

You laugh, already melting from his sweet words. “Oh, you’re too kind.”

The screen switches, flashing over to the man knotting his tie correctly in the mirror. His voice layovers his actions. “I’m Park Jimin, twenty six years old and I’m a dental hygienist. I’m also a part-time model but a full-time women respector. I don’t understand why women are so mistreated in our society and in our world. It’s such a shame but I’m not like that. All I want is to share my life with someone special and I think Y/N can be the one. I know out of all the guys, I’m the only one who can treat Y/N right.”

The stranger reaches out, taking the back of your hand and laying a gentle kiss with his plump lips. “My name is Jimin and I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.”

He comes across as sweet and his aura is warm. Immediately, you feel at ease and you match his wide smile. “Well then Jimin, I’m looking forward to getting to know you too. I’ll see you inside the house.”

With a smile still plastered across your face, you patiently await for the next car. Once it parks and the door opens, you're instantly blown away.

“Hey, babe.” He winks. “The name’s Kim Namjoon. I'm twenty eight, personal trainer and I'm tired of working out my biceps, I want to work out my heart next.” The monitor alters to the dirty blonde doing push-ups on the gym floor, flexing in the mirror as well, wearing a thin tank top and black snapback. “My ex was crazy and it really messed me up. I'll admit, in the past few years, I've been a serial romantic but I really think Y/N can change me. I really hope she gives me a chance and we can see where this goes.”

Dimples crease on each side of his cheek, locks swept away from his forehead, right above his brow and he digs his hands deep into his pants pocket, casually strolling up to you. “Damn baby girl, why do you look so sexy tonight?”

You blush. “You’re too sweet.”

Namjoon reaches behind into his pocket and pulls out a single red rose. “I know you’re the one who’s supposed to give me one, but I decided to be the one to give it to you this time. You’re not like the others, Y/N. You’re beautiful and I hope you can open your heart to me.”

Without waiting for a response, he opens his arms, giving you a light squeeze before putting the flower in your hand and whisking away inside the mansion. You’re left a little awestruck before you clear your throat, turning back to the open road and waiting for the next person. But as a few seconds draws out to a few minutes, you grow increasingly confused. There are no cars approaching, or the sound or wheels rolling on the asphalt road.

It’s only after the longest eternity that you catch a silhouette making its way up the path.

The man-...boy...well you couldn’t be sure what since he wasn’t wearing a suit but a black sweater with the hood draped on his head, practically covering his eyes, strides forward. He was gliding as he walked too, ghostly steps that made you blink twice, wondering if it was really a phantom that was about to be caught on television. “Umm...hello?”

You attempt to dip down to catch his eyes but he flinches away and you notice his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Hello.” His voice is smooth, melodic but quiet. “Nice to meet you.”

“My name is Jeon Jungkook.” There’s a dramatic sound effect and he’s found seated in a chair, in a dark corner with the curtains drawn. “I’m twenty four. Unemployed.” There’s more unsettling music that follows and he stares straight into the lense of the camera as if transfixed by his own reflection within it.

There’s a mysterious aura to him that you can’t quite put your finger on. But there’s no denying a slight magnetic attraction you feel towards the individual. Even from the corner of his hood, as you catch a slight smile of his lips, you feel your chest soaring. Though, it doesn’t last long.

He dips his head in a slight bow again and scurries away into the house, leaving you winded and speechless. You giggle at the strange behaviour but no sooner is the next person arriving, in a complete opposite fashion.

There’s loud drums that follow, people with instruments strapped onto their body. The tall man saunters up to you, dancing in a toilet costume. It’s ridiculous and makes you squeeze your stomach in laughter. “My name is Taehyung and I’ll take all the shit you throw at me!”

“Taehyung! Twenty seven and I’m a dental hygienist. In my spare time, I like to take long walks by the beach and write poetry. I like to play games and run around as well. All my life, I was never that great in school and even though my parents said it was okay, I still felt a missing piece in my life. It was only recently that I figured it out it wasn't about school at all but love. As long as Y/N sees me for who I am, I know she’ll like me!”

The strands of his brown hair poke out from his costume and you smile. “Looks like you’ll flush away my problems too, huh?” His boxy smile appears in return and he nods. You admit he’s a real cutie and you have to give him extra points on creativity, his hard efforts and how hard he made you laugh. He’s a funny one and it makes it all that more enticing. “I’ll see you inside.”

You’d never admit it, especially not when cameras are rolling a few meters away but you’re beginning to feel exhausted and overwhelmed, having been bombarded with handsome men for the past hour. Apparently there’s only three more left and you feel relieved but any exhaustion is quickly washed away when the familiar black limousine pulls up by the curb.

The door opens. You legitimately gasp aloud.

Tall. Dark. Handsome.

Anything you could’ve possibly wished for or imagined is put in a one package, one human. Your lashes flutter a few times, trying to make sure you’re not dreaming and the person smiles, buttoning up their suit and approaching the cobblestone steps in steady strides. He approaches you with a hesitant smile, the tips of his ears in a flaming hue of red and you bet your own cheeks are in the same exact shade.

“Hi.”

You nearly swoon right then and there. “Hi.”

“I’m Kim Seokjin.” He smiles and decides to shake your hand. His grasp is gentle, his smile a bit shy and perhaps even coy. Once he’s let go of you, you secretly yearn for his touch. “And I’m sorry but I don’t have any cheesy line or any special performance to show you. It’s just me.”

He shows himself in his most truest form, without any of the sparkles or pizzazz, any special one liners or winks. And somehow, it’s overpowering.

“Hello.” He smiles towards the audience, sitting straight in a chair. “My name is Kim Seokjin, I’m twenty five years old and I’m a dental hygienist. I’m not sure how I can describe myself. Um, I live a pretty mundane life. I go to work, come home and wind down but I really want to find someone special where I can share my life with. While I might not be one of the most exciting contestants this season, I really hope Y/N will be able to feel my sincerity. I’m looking for love and if she happens to be the right one, then I won’t hesitate.”

A childish, school girl giggle spills from your lips and you downcast your head, feeling too flustered to face him. “It’s alright. I don’t need anything, you’re already really sweet. Thank you.”

“I..umm…” He lingers for a second. “I guess I’ll see you inside.”

You hum, watching his backside disappear. “Yeah…”

There might be something there, you just can’t quite pinpoint it yet.

A man emerges from the bushes with a lopsided grin. “My name is Min Yoongi. I’m a twenty-five, a dental hygienist and I know Y/N is the one. I know it. I feel it. I even went a medium and our energy, it matches. Even our MBTI and our horoscopes. I didn’t say it, it’s written in the stars. It’s fate. We’re meant to be soulmates.”

Like his interview, Yoongi emerges from the bushes again by the side of the house and scares you shitless. You scream, jumping back, nearly twisting your ankle from the high heels and you put your hands over your chest, hyperventilating. He’s a bit short-statured but manages to climb over the railings and to the front door. You’re taken back, laughing nervously. “How long were you there for?”

“A while but it’s fine.” He’s without a suit jacket, his white shirt a bit marred from the dirt but he brushes it off, taking a leaf off his mop of black hair. Maybe you should feel a bit scared or be on guard but he has a rather cute aura, rounded cheeks and sleepy eyes. At the very least, he took the word ‘surprise’ with quite a literal meaning.

“Hello, L/N Y/N. My name is Min Yoongi and I’m convinced we’re meant to be.”

“Really now?” You chuckle, put a bit more at ease. “And why is that?”

“Because you’re the most beautiful soul I have ever met and astrology says so. Our ascendants and our venus signs match. The entire constellation graph works. Our MBTI are compatible, even our chinese horoscope claims so.”

You quirk your head to the side, brows furrowing a bit. “How do you know my birthday?”

Yoongi smirks lowly, his voice dropping to a vibrating timbre. “I know a lot of things about you.” He continues before you can further question him, “I already prepared our marriage certificate so the last barrier we need to overcome is this show. Are you ready to conquer this with me?”

“I-…” You nod. “I guess so.”

“Great.” He smiles, giving a gummy grin. “I’ll catch you later then, Y/N.”

The producer a little ways off appears appalled, expression twisted up in distaste but you give a small giggle. You liked all kinds of people, even if they were a bit bizarre and at this point, you were open up to anyone. There was one more person as well, so you try not to let your thought stray too off much and you stay within the present moment, waiting as the black car pulls up.

Unusually, however, it takes a few minutes for the door to open and when it does, the man is seen finishing up some kind of business phone call. As he walks up the steps, he bids the other person on the line farewell, pockets his mobile device and pulls off his sunglasses to meet you. “Hello. I’m Jung Hoseok, entrepreneur and business owner of my own startup company. It’s called Pink Panties, an underwear company. We make it out of the softest fabric-” he turns directly to the camera. “-and the official online shopping website will be launched in 2019.”

“That’s highly impressive.” Being career-oriented yourself, it’s nice to find someone who‘s ambitious as well. When he replies with ‘I’m fully aware’, you laugh.

The man throws his jacket over his shoulder, striding out the door at a quick pace and a million calls blowing up his phone. “I’m Jung Hoseok, entrepreneur and business owner at my own startup company for an underwear company. It’s called Pink Panties, similar to Pink Panther, the movie. Don’t worry, we’re in the process of being patented but we’re a legitimate company and we have many satisfied customer reviews-”

The interview gets cut short.

With no more men to meet, you brace yourself before entering the mansion where all seven contestants will most likely be in the living room, already scouting each other up and sizing the competition. All of them are so vastly different, captivating you in different ways, you’re not so sure what to think. Your brain is jumbled but there’s one thing that you are sure of-

Someone in this room is going to be your future husband.

For the next few days that pass, you spend as much time as you can with the boys, going on dates from each of them. All of the dates are at different venues, from luxurious restaurants to a special locations up the mountains. As you suspect, each of them have their own set of charms and at this point, you don’t know who you like more. All of them have their own qualities.

“I really enjoyed the helicopter ride with Y/N,” Hoseok muses and nods during his interview. “Being up there with her, it felt like we were on top of the world together and we really had a connection. For the first time, I really felt something. I can feel my walls coming down with her. More importantly, my underwear from Pink Panties never once shifted-”

Taehyung gulps, holding your hand while the sun sets and he nearly bumps into the metal pole. You laugh and he sheepishly smiles, scratching the back of his neck.

“The date was awesome but I didn’t get a chance to open up.” Taehyung grimaces, a somber expression written across his face. “It’s just so hard to talk about yourself. I get a bit overwhelmed because Y/N is just so pretty. She should put a bag over her head so I can concentrate better.”

On another outing, Jungkook sits a few meters away from you, his hat doing a good job of covering his face and you can’t even see his eyes from his long brunette bangs. There’s a bit of silence as you watch him and he stares back at you.

During the interview, he says only one thing towards the camera. “I’m really falling for her.”

Of all the men, however, you feel the most disconnected with Namjoon. He’s one of the most brazen and bold when it comes to approaching you, always dropping sweet lines out of nowhere, but you feel he hides his core personality. He’s distant and you’re not sure how to approach it.

“Can I tell you something personal? It’s because my ex was crazy.” He explains as the two of you sit at a bench outside, having your alone time with each other. “It really did some damage to me and I don’t know. I guess I just have a fear of falling in love.”

Your lips are pouty, eyes concentrated on his profile and you hum, acknowledging his tough past.

“Oh please.” Jimin rolls his eyes, tipping his black fedora. “Namjoon is an asshole and he doesn’t know how to treat ladies the way they deserve. He obviously doesn’t know how to treat Y/N they way she deserves. He plays around with women’s feelings and I would never do that. He’s not here for the right reasons.”

“Namjoon.” You reach out to graze his hand and his pupils connect with yours. “Do you trust me?”

There’s a pause and the corner of his mouth draws up into a blazing smile. “Of course I do, baby girl. You're not like the others, Y/N, and I’ve changed. You’ve changed me.”

You stand up, tugging him along and the two of you laugh together. “Then follow me.”

The two of you end up going to a place to skydive. You’ll be falling from the sky to overcome his fear of falling in love. “I feel like this will help us become closer.”

As ridiculous as it may seem, it turns out to be quite fun. It takes a lot of courage to take a step, off the plane but you both cling to your instructors and the adrenaline pulses through your veins. The wind whips through your hair and you scream in excitement. You can also hear his shouts from a ways off but soon, he joins your height and the both of you smile towards each other.

“It was one of the best experiences.” Namjoon breathes out in the interview, “I can really see my walls coming down with her. I thought we really had a connection.”

But it’s not always about you and the dates.

“That kid Jungkook is fucking weird.” Yoongi gives a disgusted expression, lowering his voice into a whisper. “He gives me the creeps.”

Jeon Jungkook is mumbling to himself in the kitchen corner, fiddling with something on a napkin. The moment Seokjin steps into the area, he slams into a moldy scent that singes off his nose hairs. He immediately pinches his nostrils, approaching in slow steps. “Umm...what are you doing?”

The boy in the black hood doesn't respond, simply muttering something incoherent. Jin frowns, swallowing hard. “P-pardon?”

“It's mung beans.” He says and scowls, drifting away from the are and holding the napkin straight to his chest. He enters the dark bedroom and stares at his competition for a minute straight through the crack before shutting the door.

“I’m not here to make friends,” he says during the interview. “I’m here for Y/N.”

As if the tension wasn’t high enough, one day, as you’re chatting with Jin on the sofa, there’s sudden banging on the front door that jolts you up. There’s shouting and screaming that follows, security guards sworming in front of the mansion. And you exchange one look with your current partner before heading upwards, skedaddling behind the other contestants. “What’s going on?”

There’s a slight tug of the corner from Namjoon’s mouth but you don’t notice the discrete movement, not when the rest of his features are appalled. “Taehyung has a girlfriend.”

“What?!”

The cameramen and women are all rushing to capture the scene while the lense practically pokes you in the cheek to take in your surprise and disgust. The other men are obviously completely enjoying the chaos and you all leave the house to watch the commotion by the entrance.

There’s an unfamiliar girl in a pink dress, somehow having climbed over the gate and she’s shrieking at a disorientated Taehyung. “You bitch bastard!”

“Mindy, what are you doing here?” He’s confused, a bit ditzy in the way he quirks his head to one shoulder, blinking innocently like he hasn’t done anything wrong at all.

“Why the fuck do you think I’m here?!” She marches up to him, taking her fist and whipping her arms uselessly at him. Taehyung lets out a few cries of pain and jumps up, just in time for security to grab her. “You lied to me, Taehyung! This isn’t your grandmother’s house!”

“I-uh…” He gulps. “I broke up with you, Mindy. It doesn’t matter.”

“What the hell?!” She fights against the men holding her back but they obviously don’t drag her away, allowing more screen time for this drama to unfold. “You didn't say shit to me! You just texted me that you were leaving and that was it!”

“Umm…” He sheepishly grins. “Oops?”

“What the-” She fights against the security but they finally restrain her from damaging his poor handsome face. “You know what? Go fuck yourself, Taehyung!”

With that, the so-called Mindy is taken and all the cameras point towards the man called and your own stunned expression. The guys try to comfort you, some of them obviously satisfied, but to no avail does it help you.

Namjoon throws his head back, giggling and laughing during the interview. “My god, Taehyung’s an absolute idiot.”

Jimin shakes his head, the fedora on his head shifting with the movement. “That’s not how you treat a lady. That right there is the complete opposite. I don’t think Taehyung or any of these people are here for the right reasons because I would never treat Y/N that way. A real man wouldn’t treat a lady like that.”

As the pandemonium settles down and you find yourself on the sofa in the living room, head in your hands, the others take their chances to swarm and insult the man in question. It’s a serious meeting and you’re nearly in tears, a sense of betrayal overwhelming you. You’ve been on dates with Taehyung, a man that may potentially be your husband, and here he is, having lied to not only you but someone else. That could’ve been you.

“Y/N...” The one that’s caused you so much pain approaches into the spacious, modern living room and the other contestants immediately stand up. “Can I steal you for a second?”

“Hey!” Jimin shoves Taehyung and blocks his way before he can get to you. “Don't talk about her like that! That's not how you treat a lady.”

“It’s fine, Jimin.” You lift your head out of your hands, standing and the sea of men reluctantly parts for you.

Taehyung eyes gaze into yours and he clears his throat. “I have something important to tell you.”

“Okay.” You allow him to take you away privately to the gazebo outside of the garden. There’s space between your bodies, one that he maintains out of respect and you prepare for what he’ll say. “What is it?”

“I wanted to say sorry.” Taehyung manages a soft smile. “Things are really complicated and she’s an ex. I broke up with her before I came here. Things weren’t good for a long time so you don’t need to worry about her. I’m here for you, Y/N, and only you.”

There’s a minute as the evening sun dips over the horizon where you soak in his words. While Taehyung is far from being the brightest crayon in the box, you can feel his sincerity and eventually, you nod. “Thank you for telling me this, Taehyung. I know it must’ve been difficult to bring up the past. I appreciate it and I want us to move on from this to get to know each other better.”

“Yes.” He grins. “That’s what I want too.”

At the end of the night, you both end up walking by the poolside together, hand-in-hand, admiring the beautiful city’s view.

But the peace doesn’t last long. Why would it in a house full of testosterone and when this is a reality television show meant to sate drama-thirty folks at home? You should’ve known.

“No one is as dedicated to this relationship as I am.” Min Yoongi puffs out his chest, snickers leaving his lips. “I’m gonna prove it.”

The guy ends up taking a train of cameramen and one of the producers to a tattoo shop. They exchange looks but none of them persuade him otherwise, for the sake of the show’s entertainment. And the guy simply lies down on the table, revealing his slim bicep to the artist.

“Oh. my. god.” You stumble backwards as he peels off the white bandage, having just entered the door and was asked by you where he’s been. The man reveals his still reddened skin but the black ink now entrenched into his flesh. “Yoongi!”

Taehyung appears from behind the pillar, jaw dropped to the ground. “Is that real?”

Yoongi grins a gummy smile, obviously proud of what he’s done. “Of course it is.”

Because right on his arm, is a giant ink picture of your face smiling and your name written in cursive underneath. A tattoo. Real. Permanent. Tattoo. Of your face. And your name.

Namjoon holds his palms up in defeat like he’s surrendering. “Dude got balls, all I’m gonna say.”

Seokjin sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “Why does it feel like I’m the only normal one around here?”

Before you can even address the issue of the tattoo and his horrible logic, there’s yet another issue.

“I’m really going to fight you!” Namjoon bumps his chest against Yoongi’s and the latter releases an icy chuckle.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle this.” His eyebrow cocks. “Not when your only exercise is fucking around.”

“Stop talking shit about and fight me.” And the two of them do just that.

Punches are thrown left and right, kicks and takedowns, bodyslams and chokeholds. They hurl each other left and right, fists aimed at cheekbones and groins. The others gather, Jungkook and Hoseok watching from afar, Jimin trying to intervene with Taehyung and Seokjin completely horrified over the display.

You find yourself by the banister and you wonder if anyone’s even here for you.

You’re sobbing and crying, throwing a lamp across the room that silences every man. “Do you even care about me?”

They stop, in the midst of grabbing the other’s shirt. The guys all turn and you run away with a hand cupping your mouth before embarrassment about the situation can devour you whole.

Park Jimin steals the limelight during the interview, holding his fedora to his chest. “Tensions are rising and it’s becoming unbearable. I just think he’s not here for the right reasons. And if it were me, I would never hurt Y/N like that. I only need a chance to prove it.”

Eventually, Jimin is the one to find you outside weeping and without saying much, he sits beside you and pulls you close, cradling your head and patting your back. You find comfort in his arms, able to calm down and you express your gratitude to his compassion.

Namjoon and Yoongi temporarily make amends for your sake and they both individually apologize. You forgive them, trying to put it behind you and focus on what’s actually important.

But the drama has yet to begin.

“So I had a business call early in the morning. Of course, business at Pink Panties is doing well. We’re able to keep cheap prices while paying our labourers well. Anyways, I really tried to keep my job seperate from the show since I’m here for Y/N but it was a really important emergency.” Hoseok is seated in his chair, one leg thrown over the other and he’s telling the story leisurely like he has all the time in the world. “So, I was trying to find an empty space as to not disturb the others and when I go down the hall and open up the bedroom...you wouldn’t believe what I find.”

“Is it true?” You whip your head away, drying your eyes with a tissue and Namjoon is at a loss of words. You sniffle, shoulders and frame quivering with your sobs. It doesn’t stop no matter how hard you try. And the camera focuses directly on you in a close up shot.

“Baby girl, baby girl. Don’t cry. I...baby girl, there’s only you, I promise.” He holds your hand within his. “We were just hanging out, that’s all. There’s only you in my life. I care about you, Y/N, and only you.”

You get yourself back together, holding up the pieces of your heart with makeshift glue and you gaze right into his eyes. “Namjoon, I want you to be honest with me. We can’t have a relationship, I can’t fall in love with you, if you aren’t honest. I want to trust you. So please, tell me what happened.”

The individual you’re facing is hesitant and you’re sure he’ll find some way to evade. It’s not like you want to hear it aloud anyways. You already know exactly what went on and the anarchy that was happening behind the scenes.

Namjoon slept with the producer.

As if life couldn’t get worse, the next day you wake up, there’s an atrocious cold sore right next to your lip, your throat is sore, you have a throbbing headache and a high fever.

It lasts for four days and on the fifth, the show’s remaining producers decides collectively to bring you to the doctor. What they tell you is equally petrifying to your symptoms- “It’s mono.”

Taehyung tips his head to the side, his lips pouty and eyes far-away in thought. “What’s mono?”

In another interview, Hoseok sighs. “Well, clearly, we know who got it first. Isn’t it obvious?”

“Hoseok said that? Fuck.” Namjoon laughs without mirth reaching his other features. “At least it wasn’t herpes.”

Seokjin exhales the longest breath, his temples already thumping with the added stress of his competitors. “Does this mean we all need to get checked?”

One thing’s for sure, you won’t be locking lips with anyone any time soon.

Yet, out of all the awful things that happen one after another, there are silver linings that occur in between. It’s just...they don’t involve you in any way, shape or form.

“You’re honestly a great guy.” Seokjin muses whilst the two of them are on the terrace together, enjoying some nice drinks, winding down from the eventful day.

“Thanks, bro.” Jimin smiles shyly, his eyes crinkling into half-moons. “To be fair, you’re pretty great yourself.”

There’s a moment taken and Jin sits back in his chair. His face is in a dreamy state, a sigh leaving his smiling lips. “I never thought I would meet such a great friend here. Jimin was an interesting character at first but I’ve gotten to know him and underneath it all, he’s actually a really sweet person.”

Hoseok shakes his head in another interview. “Those two are always going off on their own together and I don’t think they’re here for the right reasons. I’m here for Y/N and I’m not here to make friends. No one in the house knows what they’re doing.”

Jimin sheepishly grins and he shrugs, fussing with his fedora out of nervousness. “Jin and I have a lot in common and I like him a lot. I never thought I’d come on here to find someone so compatible.”

It’s a shit storm. At this rate, you’ll never be able to find love.

But the show must go on. It’s literally in your contract.

The moon is set high in the sky, the mansion quiet like it’s never been before. The lights are dim, candles flickering and lining the walls. All the men come in one by one in single file, gathering inside the room. The tension is high. You didn’t want it to be like this.

“Men.” The show’s host begins, breaking the solemn air. “There’s only six roses this evening. After all of this, one of you will be heading home. I wish you all the best.”

You appear and each of them smile at you, Jungkook chewing on some raw onions and Yoongi smirking at you, his tattoo showing in the flame’s luminescence. Every person has their own set of charms and personalities - you never thought making one decision could be so difficult. “This week has been very difficult for all of us. But for me, this experience is about finding a future and even the hard parts need to happen.”

A rose is held between your fingers and you take a gander around the room, soaking in all their features and all the nervousness found in their eyes. “Namjoon, will you accept this rose?”

He approaches in light strides, a grin plastered across his face. “‘Course I will, babygirl.”

Another one is brought to your hand. “Jimin, will you accept this rose?”

“It would be my absolute honour, milady.” He does an excessive bow in front of you, tipping his black fedora as if you were a princess.

As all the roses are given out and Hoseok’s hands are empty, you walk up to him, throwing your arms over his neck. The man embraces you and you hold back a sob. “I always thought you cared more about your career than me. I’m sorry, Hoseok.”

One ceremony after another. Hundreds of roses given out, red scarlet petals fluttering to the tiled floors. “Yoongi, I hope you can find a good tattoo removal place.”

“I thought we had a connection Y/N.”

“If this is the kind of person you’re looking for, then maybe you shouldn’t be here.”

“My future husband is in this room and it isn’t you.”

“I’m sorry.”

Days and weeks, date after date, kiss after kiss, and rose after rose. At the end, there can only be one.

“So-” The host settles down on the couch, ready to see what juicy details are rushing around in your brain. “-what are you thinking at this very moment, Y/N?”

You’re at a loss for words. “I honestly don’t know. I’m put in a very difficult position, Chris. On one hand, Jin is all I’ve ever dreamed about. He’s sweet and kind. He puts me at ease and I can imagine living a life with him. But then there’s Jimin and he’s sincerely the biggest gentleman I have ever encountered. He stands up for what he believes in, he and I share a lot of beliefs and I love that. There’s a connection there that I can’t refuse.”

The host adores every single word that spills from your lips, especially since it would put the audience in suspense for your choice. “So?”

You’re ready to rip out your hair. “I’m in love with two people!”

It’s the most shocking moment in Bachelorette history.

The entire nation is divided in half, hashtags trending on twitter and people screaming on instagram. But as they watch the scene unravel, you’re put even more crazed.

The breeze twirls into the strands of your hair. The sand is beneath your feet and the waves crash against against the shore, spraying a mist into the air. The candles are lit, glowing with the evening sun that dips on the horizon, reflected in the blue waters. It’s the perfect proposal.

“Y/N, from the first day I met you, I have been stunned. From the very beginning, I could be comfortable with you. I could be myself. You challenge me to be the best version of myself. You made me believe in love again and you are the one who gave me hope again. You are everything that I have dreamed for and more. There’s no one better that I would want to share my future and the rest of my life with. I love you so much. I love you, YN.” He gets down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

You throw your arms around him. “Of course I will, Ji-”

The screen cuts to black and rose petals sprinkle from the sky.

The Bachelorette - even if it started all over again, you would always choose him.

[your-highnessmarvel]

California ~ part six

Summary: She had always wanted a future of power and fulfillment. She’d always imagined she would be a woman of conviction, a woman to choose how her life would lay ahead of her. Yet sometimes, things are arranged for you, and there is nothing to be done but to go gentle into the night.

A/N: So after months of hiatus, I AM BACK BITCHES. Feel free to comment, as always. I am so happy with this chapter. A little more mild than what we are used to, but at the end, I think ya’ll won’t be able to wait for part seven. PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK. It helps me to write future chapters when people comment their thoughts. 

Parings: Loki x OC, mentions of Thor x Sif

Word count: 3253

Warnings: mentions of smut

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CALIFORNIA MASTERLIST

It was like opening the gates to Hell. The fire was delicious and warm, consuming and inviting, yet the burns were torrid and atrocious. From afar, the orange licks of the fire were like the magnet to her metal, enticing and welcoming. As soon as she got closer, really delved into the heat, her skin would bubble with searing sufferance. He was temptation and she, the adulteress.

              She knew it was wrong to keep going back; to insist on relishing in the wonders of him. Yet it was like he’d opened a door within her that, no matter how hard she tried, refused to shut. She was enticed by him, comforted even by the way his slender, frigid fingers made contact with her skin. She was enamored by the contrasting pain and pleasure coursing through her body when she was with him. The pain of knowing full well he was using her, bending her to his own will. The pain of knowing he did not consider her, only being with her to prove she was easily tricked and manipulated. To prove his point; the one he had made when they first kissed.

              I will do what I want, how I want, with who I want.

              But no matter how wrong, how unjust and horrifying she felt after satisfying herself with him, she kept going back.

              The girl had values, however, which she was very careful to let Loki know. She refused to have complete intercourse with him. It was just one thing that she utterly and irrevocably refused to do; to give herself up to him entirely. She let him touch her, though, to feel and lick and kiss every inch of her burning flesh. He let her touch him also, letting her delve in places she’d never thought she’d ever go and love. She wanted to make him unravel as much as he could make her jump over that precipice. He brought her to the edge of a mountain she’d never mounted before, shoving her over into the darkness; the pure and utterly satisfying darkness. Even though she claimed to hate how bitterly tainted Loki’s soul was, she desired and lusted for the darkness of his release.

              After the first time she’d been given a taste of how radically delicious he was, there was no stopping her from going back. People at court talked about them; about the soon-to-be newly weds spending quality time together. Cali wouldn’t call it quality time. Whenever she was with the prince, he’d aggressively tear her clothes off and shove her onto his bed, careful to avoid any contact or word that led to evidence of passion. He didn’t love her. He didn’t even care about her that much. All he wanted was to prove to her that no matter how much she fought to keep herself intact, his fingers would always be prying at her sanity.

              The last remainders of the carefully poised girl she used to be vanished on the night of their wedding.

***

                The lace of her gown dug uncomfortably into her soft flesh, the intricate designs seeming like smoke curling along her skin. She trembled as her handmaidens tightened the corset, pulling atrociously hard until the breath was knocked out of the brunette.

              “Does it have to be on so tight?” she questioned under her breath. Her hair was curled loosely and pulled into a lazy bun that sat at the nape of her neck. Two stray strands of hair framed her face, and every time she moved, they scratched her cheeks.

              “Mistress said that you must look as if you can’t even breathe,” answered the one who was gripping the ends of the ropes and tugging. “It will also make you stand up straighter.”

              Cali rolled her eyes.

              The wedding morning had started with coffee in bed while a charade of women came to pamper the young woman. Toes, nails, hair, and skin were oiled and combed to perfection. After the handful of helpers had successfully turned her into a glossy statue, Cali’s mother came to present the dress.

              If Cali had been marrying any other man than Loki, she’d have gushed over the gorgeous gown. Pastel blues with gold and shimmering white. The dress was a lovely summer piece, showing off skin at her shoulders and waist line, with a corset cut in the exact shape of the gown.

              “Isn’t it wonderful, Cali?” she’d asked, beaming as if showing off pure gold to the girl.

              “It’ll do,” Cali had mumbled.

              Hours later, after hair and makeup, she was bent over, gripping the railing of the bed while her handmaiden was squeezing her into the corset of her wedding gown.

              “Will you be reading the vows that the queen has given you?” the handmaiden asked. Cali shrugged nonchalantly.

              “I’ve tweaked them,” she muttered, wincing when the servant tugged especially hard. “I don’t want to sound like I’m totally in love with him.”

              “You aren’t?” the girl asked innocently. The bride to be rolled her eyes. Ever since she and Loki had been seen whisking away at dinners or secretly closing doors, everyone had assumed that she’d come around, that she’d finally fallen for his charms. The people at court whispered with smirks on their lips as they passed or even the royal family sarcastically joked about Cali and the prince’s secret getaways. But none of them knew the exact nature, the savage and emotionless nature, of their contact.

              But Cali needed to keep up appearances. “Yes, I do,” she answered, staring blindly in front of her.

              Hours later, when she was dressed in that wonderful gown that made her skin glow and her curves look delicious, she sat beside her father in the royal convoy. Four chariots, each carrying an important member of Cali’s entourage. First, her Godparents, who were a couple that were extremely good friends of her father. In the second golden chariot rode her handmaidens, the ones who were royally invited to make sure there were no hiccups in her appearance. In third place came the family’s guard, four brave women dressed in metallic blue. Finally, came the chariot in which rode Cali and her parents.

              “Don’t forget to constantly smile,” her mother reminded the soon-to-be princess. “As soon as this door opens, you must smile.”

              “Yes mother,” answered the girl.

              “And wave,” inserted Ragnar with a side glance at his daughter. “These are going to be your people soon. They must see you at your most beautiful and powerful today.”

              The more they traveled through the city, prancing and showing off the four chariots and their garrison, the more the girl’s stomach felt like it would burst out of her abdomen. She could hear, in the distance, the faint chanting of a crowd, probably amassed before the castle’s main gate. They were waiting for her.

              When they wheeled into the main entrance of the castle, Cali could see thousands of people swarming before the main gates. Her heart tasseled in her chest, thinking about the man waiting for her at the altar. Her mind was fading out the roar of the crowd, concentrating on the darkness that was awaiting her. Soon, she would be forever bonded to it. In a matter of minutes, she’d be walking down the aisle, facing the one thing she refused to let into her life.

              The four chariots stopped before the golden gates as they opened slowly. Ahead, the girl saw the entrance to the castle was guarded by the king’s guard. Mouth dry, the girl gathered her skirts and held onto the door with a mighty force. Her knuckles were turning white by the time her chariot pulled in front of the golden steps.

              “Wait for the garrison to exit their chariots, Miss,” the guard said, the one who came to stand beside her little window. This would be the last time someone would address her as Miss. Next time, they would give her the royal title she was entitled to. Next time, she would be a princess.

              Her garrison exited to the cheers and roaring of the crowd amassed behind the gate. Her godparents waved and smiled fondly, her handmaidens crowded around her chariot, and finally, her guards stood at the edge of the steps.

              It was her turn to exit.

              Into the bright sun, with her breath heaving out of her mouth, the girl stepped gingerly out of her chariot. The crowd went ballistic. Her heart beat ferociously. The steps seemed to glow even brighter than in her memory. Someone grabbed her arm, urging her forward, but her mind was in a haze.

              Her name was being chanted by the time she had taken her first few steps onto the granite. She forced a smile onto her lips, but only she knew that she’d rather be crying. It was like swallowing a bath of acid. Her heart was burning, bile at the back of her throat, tears threatening to make her eyes red.

              “What’s the matter, milady?” one of her handmaidens whispered in her ear. Cali grabbed her skirts, straightened up, and nodded.

              “Just the thrill of the moment,” she answered, then lifted up her chin and followed her mother.

              There was no going back. She had decided to save her family, to unite Vanir and Asgardian. She would go forth as bravely as she could.

              Before the doors opened, Ragnar took his daughter’s arm. Rona stood behind them with their flock of handmaidens. Around them stood the strange assortment of metallic blue guards of house Ragnar and the golden king’s guard.

              Then the doors opened, letting the heat of a thousand candles wash over her and the light of the golden room illuminate her flesh. Her mouth hung on its hinges as she saw the interior of the hall. Crystalline and golden, smiles and waves, the everlasting echo in the immensity of the room. Her breath caught in her throat. The place was magnificent.

              Even the man looming at the altar, his back to her, seemed to fit into the beauty of the place like a missing puzzle piece.

              As Ragnar delicately urged his daughter forward, Cali saw him turn. He wore a green and black outfit, his green robes reaching his ankles. Gold displayed on his chest in the forms of plates and armor. Smoke black swirled on his outfit like smoke. On his shoulders, a thick coat of dark fur. On his head of unruly black curls, a thin crown of gold.

              In the golden and crystalline lighting, he looked like a king.

              Behind him stood Odin, clad in golden armor with a thick, gold and blue crown made to represent the union of the two houses. On Loki’s right, Thor and the Warrior’s Three. Sif was waiting on Loki’s left as Cali’s maid of honor.

              On shaking limbs, Cali made it safely to the altar. She had a hard time setting her eyes on her future husband as his cold digits made contact with the flesh of her upper arm.

              “Who gives this lady in marriage to this man?” Odin asked, his voice resounding over the silence in the room. She could feel all the eyes of the royals of Asgard on her.

              She couldn’t look at Loki. He didn’t seem like the man who was drowning in darkness. He didn’t seem like the man who used her body just to show her how much control he had over her. In that moment, under the gold lighting, he looked soft and patient. He looked caring and quiet. He didn’t look like the tormented storm that he actually was.

              “My King, it is Ragnar who gives this lady to be married,” he father said loudly. Her hand that was squeezing her father’s arm was pried from his flesh and given to Loki. The latter softly caressed it, bringing it to his lips.

              The king started the opening speech, presenting the house of Ragnar and Odin, and the two who were lucky to be brought together in this union.

              “Today we celebrate love and unity, strength and passion,” he boomed, his voice echoing in the hall full of nobility.

              Cali tried not to wince at the falseness of it all. Her eyes were forcefully glued to the swirling green of Loki’s, but she couldn’t see the madness that she usually found within him.

              “Cali and Loki have decided to recite their own vows,” Odin finished, turning to Loki. “My son, you may recite your vows.”

              Loki’s eyes never left hers. His mouth stretched into a warm smile that the brunette found very surprising. She’d never seen such warmth inside this monster.

              “Cali Ragnardottir.” She flinched ever the slightest, her name feeling like venom on his tongue. “You are a woman of bravery and strength, reflecting the qualities every woman should be proud of owning. I have proven to be a man not easily swooned by emotion, but you have changed me. You have shown be the strength within feeling, the bravery within baring oneself to emotion. I pledge to love you the way you are, as a woman of confidence and independence. I pledge to hold you, as your husband and your friend, through every moment of your life. I pledge loyalty, love, and endurance. I will be by your side until the end and beyond.”

              Even though she knew he was the master of lies and manipulation, she couldn’t help but admit that what he said sounded like the truth. His eyes were soft, lips pulled in a nostalgic smile as he delivered his vows delicately to her. His fingers caressed her knuckles. It all seemed to be true and right, but to her, it looked like a game well played. Whatever he had said was to appease the crowd.

              “Lady Cali, you may recite your vows.”

              She cleared her throat awkwardly, feeling like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. She had practiced these vows, yet they still felt foreign in her mouth.

              “Life has given me the chance of meeting and marrying you.” She breathed in, feeling his eyes on her, like he was relishing in her nervousness and he might as well be. “I cannot thank you enough for showing me the true meaning of love and understanding. You have opened my eyes to a world much misunderstood, yet you’ve proven to me how you can make me belong. By being by your side. You are a man of wisdom and of powerful will. I am more than happy to become your wife; to spend every waking moment, every breath, by your side. I pledge to love you, to hold you, to prosper with you. I pledge to encourage you and to better yourself. Nothing makes me happier than the thought of spending the rest of eternity with you.”

              The room was silent, yet she could hear her own heart as if it was in a megaphone.

              “You may now exchange rings,” Odin boomed.

              Loki’s ring was her grandfather’s. As she slipped it onto his cold digit, the crowd softly clapped. Her own ring was Frigga’s mother’s. It was thin gold with four diamonds carved into the ring. It was simple and beautiful; two things that represented both the queen of Asgard and the now new princess.

              “With this ring, I marry thee,” Loki whispered, intertwining his fingers with hers.

              “With this ring, I marry thee,” she whispered back, forcing a smile on her own lips, feeling his frozen fingers pressing into her flesh.

              Odin, with a glinting smile, put a hand on each of their shoulders and turned them to the crowd. “I present to you my son, His Royal Majesty Prince Loki Odinson, and his wife, Her Royal Majesty Princess Cali Ragnardottir.”

              The crowd exploded in a series of cheers and applause as Loki and Cali descended from the altar. Cali plastered a smile on her face as she held onto Loki’s hand, guiding her to the festivities that would carry them well into the night.

              Asguardian weddings meant heavy drinking and long night partying. The newly weds were sat that the royal table, flanked by their respecting families. A feast was prepared, one of great meat and ale, while the music had started well before appetizers. Thor was guffawing with his friends, dancing with his brown-haired belle, and insisting that Cali come join him on the dancefloor. He looked so happy and content, to see his brother finally happy with a woman. The sentiment made Cali feel regret for falsifying her feelings. She didn’t love Loki. She wasn’t happy with him and vice versa. But she had acted and played the role so well, that only Odin was still skeptic.

              She danced with Loki. His hands felt like snakes on her exposed skin. “You look marvelous tonight, my love,” he whispered to her, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”

              The monster that he’d so dutifully hidden had now made an appearance after a couple of glasses of ale. His lips were stretched into a devilish smirk as he guided her on the dancefloor. “And here I thought you were the perfect gentleman,” she answered. She might have been acting as if the whole ordeal didn’t affect her, but she was more than nervous about their wedding night. If she thought about it for more than a second, she might go mad.

              “You think me a monster,” he whispered back, “but you will have to live with me forever now. You think me a monster, but you still love to come to me whenever your skin needs affection.” She should have pushed him off, but they were married now. They were under the scrutiny of the Vanir and Odin. Instead, she gripped his hands more firmly.

              The night went on and more and more people vanished from the feasting hall. Some were drunkards. Some were lovers who sought the solemnity of the night.

              At that point, Thor took Loki away and Sif brought Cali out of the hall. A handful of blue-dressed handmaidens helped Cali into her new living quarters that she would share with Loki. The girl barely had the time to register the new are before the girls were ushering her into the bedroom. Sif was spraying pheromones on Cali’s pulse points, while the other handmaidens were untying her hair and applying blush to her cheeks, although unnecessary.

              The bedroom was a king-sized bed with gold and green linens, silken sheets, and an array of pillows. Two closets and chest of drawers. A love seat by the opened window, which sported pure white curtains. To represent both house, a cluster of gold and metallic blue decorations were askew in the room. Cali’s heart was in her throat by the time Sif snapped her fingers. “She looks gorgeous girls,” she said. “We must leave now, princess. Good luck and enjoy yourself.” Lady Sid gave Cali a wink before leaving the girl standing there, all alone, smelling like Valhalla and looking like a goddess.

              It was just mere seconds later when the door to her-their- bedroom opened and the prince stepped in. She looked at her husband, standing there without his crown, with just his green shirt and black trousers. The extra fur and coat he had on before had been rightly discarded, leaving him looking like the Loki she had been accustomed to.

              “Wife,” he grumbled.

              “Husband.”

              He smirked, closing the door behind him and locking it.

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Wedding Planner [Alexander Hamilton x Reader // Imagine]

(No. 169 out of 390 writing prompts) [MODERN]

MY FIRST DRABBLE POST WHEEE

Prompt: Reader is the wedding planner for Eliza and Alex’s wedding. Both the reader and Hamilton fall in love with each other during the countdown towards the wedding day.

Warnings: Subtle Cheating

Contents: Fluff [NO SMUT]

A/N: NOT ANTI-ELIZA ANGST!!! WE ALL LOVE THE CUTE CINNAMON ROLL!!!

Parts: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 (coming soon)

You were a simple women. You woke up, showered, checked your emails, did your work, and went to bed late. You were 28 at the time, and all your friends were already married happily. They tried to interfere, trying to pull you into blind dates, but you were more focused on your work. You bit your lip as you grabbed your bag. You were to meet two fiancée’s at a Starbucks a few streets away, and discuss themes and such at the wedding. Then you would suggest a few personal favored tailors for Eliza’s dress.

It was normal, and you knew it. You’ve been planning weddings for about 5 years now. It’s not that you hated it, it’s just unnerving watching happy couples getting married. You sauntered out the door, your sweater clinging onto you as the cool October atmosphere sunk into your senses. You took a deep breath, letting the feeling wrap around you.

You lived alone for most of your life. The last time you lived with someone was back in college when you were happily rooming with a girl you easily become good friends with. You thought about getting a pet, but you knew that you weren’t exactly the best with taking care of things.

Walking along the sunrise colored streets, you walked past many couples who happily held hands or linked arms to stay away from the autumn breeze. You let the lonely feeling linger in your chest as you turned the corner.

The cloudy days were the best days, because you had the chance to get a relaxing atmosphere. Most weddings were planned in the spring in New York.

-

You gently pushed the glass door open, the smell of coffee and other spices quickly warming you up. It was like picking up a soft and warm dog, the animal enveloping you in love and affection. You spotted the couple sitting in the far corner, enjoying their window seat and the blissful feeling of the harvest season. Your heart warmed up at the sight. They looked like they were in their own world. You quietly walked over to them, getting their attention.

“Hello, you must be Mr. Hamilton and Ms. Schuyler. I’m (Y/N), your wedding planner.” You reached your slightly cold hands out, the lady quickly grabbing it and happily shaking it. You went to go shake the man’s hand, when instead he slyly planted a gentle kiss on your knuckles. A shiver quickly went down your spine, as you stiffened at the sudden affection.

You weren’t used to that kind of stuff.

You quickly but politely pulled your hand away, smiling at the two of them. Couples like them you envied. Pure, happy, content. You sat down, taking a binder out of your bag. “These are just some samples of possible themes for your wedding. The pages are filled with brochures, cloth samples, pictures, food catering options and more. Please, take your time examining it. No need to rush into things, especially with such a huge decision.” You slid a thick burgundy binder their way, watching as Eliza hesitantly opened up the binder. You saw her eyes sparkle as she took her time flipping through the pages, letting the colors and patterns sink into her warm flushed face. Alex, on the other hand, was switching his glances from the pages to your face.

You smiled at him.

As both you and Eliza chatted away about wedding arrangements, Alex was rather quiet. This was to be expected, of course. Throughout the years you did this job, the woman would always know exactly what she wants. The man would usually not even understand the words that would come out of his soon-to-be wife’s mouth.

Yet Alex seemed to be listening, nodding when he knew when he should show he was listening. He would look down at his coffee, stir it a bit (even though it was black coffee with nothing in it to mix around), and glance at you and Eliza ever so often.

Eliza quickly noticed when Alex started to seep into a thought process, watching the people pass the window. Mostly couples. “Oh, it’s been a while, huh? Alex, you can head home if you want. (Y/N) is taking me to go try out a few wedding dress places. I couldn’t imagine how boring it’d be for you.” Eliza smiled sympathetically, realized they’ve both been here for about 2 hours now.

Alex quickly nodded tiredly and kissed his fiancée’s forehead. He mumbled a quick “be safe”, patting her shoulder. He strides towards the door, but before you could watch him leave, your attention was turned back to Eliza as she began asking questions about flower arrangements.

-

Both you and Eliza were strolling among the stone pathed side walk, both enjoying a cup of warm coffee. You listened to Eliza as she rambled about how she envisioned her dress to be like. You both stopped and waited for the white “walk” sign to light up.

Eliza stopped rambling, taking a sip of her coffee. You took this silence as a chance to speak up, your breath whisking away and disappearing into the slight fog. “So, how did you and Alex meet?”

Eliza smiled softly, a look in her eyes that you couldn’t understand. Her gaze traveled down, and you watched as she slowly took a breath. “Alex and I met a few months ago.”

Your breath seized through your nose. They both were jumping into this?

“And it’s not like we’re jumping into things. He works with my father, and my father quickly wanted to set us up. We both were reluctant, but we dated anyways. Then 3 months later my father asked Alex if he would court me.” Eliza stepped forward as the “walk” sign lit up.

You quickly fell in step with her, completely silent. You couldn’t find any words that would come up from your throat. But as you swallowed in the thin air, you felt yourself relax as Eliza went back into a comfortable posture. “And Alex agreed?”

Eliza fell quiet, then spoke softly, “I don’t know.”

-

You and Eliza went inside the 4th shop you two visited that day. It was the last one. Eliza was flustered, as the last 3 stores were too elegant and beautiful for her to take in with one breath. Yet the 4th store was much more down to earth, and the dresses did not disappoint. In fact, they quickly set the standards in their own glorious way.

“(Y/N), Alex and I definitely chose the right wedding planner.” Eliza breathed in, noticing the pumpkin spice aroma the shop gently pushed in. They definitely knew what they were doing.

“Let’s go meet the tailor.” You spoke, making your way down the aisles of extravagant gowns and other skirts. Eliza quickly followed, still gawking at whatever the two of you passed.

You both met the tailor, who was a strong dark colored man with a lot of passion. Eliza seemed frightened of him at first, but when he tripped over the carpet and fell face first into the wall, Eliza felt no need to be frightened anymore.

You watched as Eliza and the boy, Hercules, exchange emails and other contact info. Eliza found her tailor.

-

About a week has gone past in a blink of an eye. You were working hard on the wedding plans, and you were going to meet Alex in half an hour to discuss seating. You pulled on your jacket and grabbed your binders. Placing them in your bag, you looked over at the window. Cloudy days were normal in October. So you shouldn’t worry about any odd weather. You grabbed your bag and was out the door into the familiar abyss of warm colors. People walked past you, nodding their head politely as you quickly walked past them towards the coffee shop.

You quickly walked in, not a moments passing when you saw Alex sitting at the same table, lost in thought staring at his coffee. He looked up from his cup and quickly sat up at the sight of you. Your boots clicked on the wooden floor as you walked over to take a seat across from him.

Alex smiled in warm greeting, “Hello, (Y/N.)”

You smiled and quickly nodded back. “Alex.” You acknowledged. He seemed soft spoken, as bags were under his warm chestnut eyes. “Is something up? You seem tired.” You breathed in the scent of his black coffee, the amount of caffeine it was containing burning your nose.

Alex quickly shook his head, shutting his eyes in a heavy sigh. “No, I just happened to work a little later than usual.”

You fell silent, then quickly remembered what you both were here for. “Ah- sorry, I forgot what we were here for. I don’t want to waste your time-” You stammered, fumbling with your words as you felt your cold cheeks warm up. You quickly reached down and grabbed a binder that was much thinner than the one you had last week.

Alex watched you carefully, his unreadable expression never faltering. You hastily sat down the binder. “So,” You began, but was quickly cut off.

“(Y/N), wouldn’t you like to relax a little before we go into business?” Alex stepped in smoothly, taking out his wallet. “Let me pay for your expresso.”

You felt small at the way he looked at you. He held a curious gaze, waiting for a response. You slowly nodded, looking down.

As you both were finally comfortable enough for Alex to accept the mood, he leaned forward and looked at you patiently.

You saw this as your way to speak up. “So, Eliza put down everyone that’s going to be at the wedding, and the number of seats needed. She told me that she entrusted you with who sat where and with who?” You asked, opening up the white binder.

“Yes.” Alex responded, watching as you flipped through your pages.

“So, do you have any family you’d like to sit with? There’s supposed to be a table mainly for close family, then tables for friends and such.” You asked, not looking up from the paragraphs of info the binders displayed.

When Alex didn’t answer, you looked up from the binder, only to see him pouring a bunch of sugar in his coffee. You raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it. Then Alex began to speak, “I do not have family going to the wedding.” He answered bluntly, avoiding your gaze.

You silently watched as he looked up. He looked rather surprised that you didn’t look flustered, or pitiful. Instead, you felt very compassionate towards the man. And your gaze showed it.

“I’m very sorry, Alex.” You looked down, your expression softening as you looked at the wooden table. “But you should know that Eliza’s family probably see you as family. And probably just enough for you to feel like you are family.” You bit your lip, noticing Hamilton’s shaky hands from the corner of your eye.

You looked and saw that he looked very flustered, mumbling incoherent words as he dumped more sugar in his coffee.

[lopithecusfanfiction]

The End of the Star: Chapter One

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3061 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Summary: Bruce Wayne, is attacked and kidnapped on his way home from a charity event. Mysterious men whisk the billionaire away to a remote planet, light years away from Earth. A star system in peril needs his help. He must act to save the people of this strange new world. Things are not always as they seem, and what awaits on this alien odyssey will challenge even the Batman's resolve. Warnings: 

Homophobia

Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent

Kidnapping

Alien Abduction

Non-consensual drug use

Prison

Lex trolling

World Destruction

General Death

Minor Character Death

Genocide

It’s Brainiac’s fault

Ruffles

Boys in dresses

Cross Dressing

Plot

Porn with plot

Porn with feelings

Heartbreak

Resolved sexual tension

Author's Note: So, since the SB BB is now over, I figured I should finally start posting the chapters to this here. Some announcements first: See the wonderful art to this fic by VaticanSaint here! I would like to thank my beta bscao3 for beta reading this story. I wouldn't have been able to do this without her help and her encouragement. She worked so hard and I appreciate it so much! I would also like to thank VaticanSaint for making the wonderful art. His pieces are absolutely beautiful and I love them so much! Please enjoy!!

Chapter One:

“I would like to thank all of you for coming today and for your generous donations to the Worldwide Orphans Foundation. Your money will be used to give these children better lives and to help them have a brighter future. Thank you.” Bruce continues to stand up on the stage for a few seconds longer as applause erupts throughout the room, before he makes his way back to his seat. He is throwing a party in order to raise not only awareness for children that have been orphaned, but to also raise money for the Worldwide Orphans Foundation. The turnout has been immense, to Bruce’s pleasure, and he wouldn’t be all that surprised if it was because he was throwing it in Metropolis. Metropolis is a bit safer than Gotham after all.

He walks back to his table where Dick and Jason are currently sitting. Bruce had goaded Dick into coming. He might not be Robin anymore but he is still part of this family, and it is important that he show up to these things every once in awhile. Plus, he’s there when Jason gets bored and starts to act up. Dick can entertain him a lot better than Bruce can.

As he sits back down in his seat, Dick holds up his champagne glass. Bruce picks up his own, and Jason picks up the flute that currently has sparkling water in it. He had put up a fight about not having alcohol, claiming that he has had it before, but Bruce refused to allow a minor any sort of alcohol. “Congrats on being successful in this endeavor. A lot of people showed up,” Dick says, clinking their glasses together.

“Thank you Dick.” Bruce brings his glass to his mouth and takes a small sip. Dick does the same while Jason chugs his water.

“So does this mean we can go home now?” Jason asks, leaning back in his chair. His tux is all rumpled from when he carelessly slouched in his seat earlier. Alfred will be displeased.

Before Bruce can answer, a hand is placed on Jason’s shoulder. “I do hope you won’t be leaving us so soon Brucie.”

Bruce stands and offers his hand. “Lexie.”

He relishes the small grimace that Lex Luthor gives him. “Please, just Lex.”

“Whatever you say, Lexie.” Lex’s eyebrow twitches. “Have you donated yet?”

“Of course I have. I’ve donated half a million dollars.” Lex wipes the hand that he had shaken Bruce’s hand with on a napkin.

“Wow, Lexie! That almost rivals my million-dollar donation.” This time Lex’s whole face seems to twitch uncontrollably. He can see Jason laughing from the corner of his eyes and Dick isn’t doing much better.

Lex frowns. “Yes, well, we all can’t just throw our money at things Brucie.” He clears his throat, looking from Dick to Jason and then back to Bruce. He looks displeased. “Have a good evening.” He walks away and the three of them watch him leave in amusement.

“You know,” Dick starts. “You getting under Lex Luthor’s skin will never get old. It’s just so priceless.”

“Did you see his face?” Jason all but chokes out, he’s laughing so hard. “I thought he was having an aneurism or something.”

“Now, now boys, settle down. We really shouldn’t tease the competition.” Bruce smirks and the two boys erupt in more laughter. When they finally calm down, Bruce answers Jason’s initial question. “We’ll leave in another hour. It’s important to show our faces at these things, and it would be rude of me to leave so soon after the speech.” Jason groans. “Don’t worry Jason, the hour will go by before you know it. Then we’ll go back to Gotham and do our regular patrol.”

“Yeah. I’ll head back to Bludhaven. It was nice seeing you and the squirt, but my city needs me” Dick shrugs. Bruce nods in understanding. It had hurt when Dick decided to leave, but they didn’t part on bad terms. Dick just grew up, something Bruce had a hard time accepting at first. Then he met Jason, and it made it a little bit easier to accept that Dick was no longer the little boy from the circus.

The hour passed quickly. Bruce mingled with other socialites and Dick kept Jason out of trouble. He’s thankful for that. Soon he’s ushering his boys away from a throng of young women, who were flirting with Dick and gushing over Jason. He leads them to the exit, and to the limousine.

Barely ten minutes down the road, Alfred stops the car unexpectedly. Bruce knows there isn’t a streetlight or stop sign here. There’s no reason for Alfred to stop the vehicle. Bruce leans forward and presses the button for the speaker. “Alfred, what’s going on?”

“There is someone standing in the middle of the road Sir, blocking our way,” Alfred answers. “He won’t move no matter how much I honk.”

Bruce looks towards the boys, exchanging confused glances. “Don’t worry about it Alfred. I’ll take care of it.” He then says to Dick and Jason, “Stay here. Dick, make sure Jason stays here.”

Jason crosses his arms. “Hey, I don’t need a babysitter!”

Bruce just gives him a stern look, and exits the limo. The first thing he sees when he looks over at the person who is blocking their way, is how the person is dressed. They’re male, and wearing a black, one piece bodysuit. Frilly sequins adorn the seams, with a long black cape, and some kind of symbol on his chest.

Bruce approaches cautiously, glancing back at the limousine. This person looks like they belong in Arkham. “Can I help you?”

“Bruce Wayne?”

“Yes?”

The man holds up a gun and Bruce stops walking immediately, holding up his hands with his palms facing out. The man says something in a language Bruce has never heard, and two more similarly clad men walk out of the shadows. One wears a green version of the black ensemble, the other man is in all red. The stranger in black barks orders at the two colorfully dressed men

Bruce can only watch in worry as the one in red approaches the driver’s side of the limousine and smashes the window. A small sphere is shoved in past the broken glass of the window, and the man presses a button. Smoke comes out of the device, and Bruce can see through the windshield that Alfred falls unconscious. “What did you do?” he demands of the guy in black but there is no response. The man in green walks to the back of the limo, and opens the door with strength Bruce has only seen from Bane. He repeats the action of the man in red, and smoke fills the back, knocking Dick and Jason unconscious as they fight to get out. Bruce turns back to the one in black. “If you hurt them-”

“We did not Bruce Wayne” Before Bruce can comprehend what’s going on, the man in green approaches him from behind and shoots some of the smoke onto his face. Bruce flinches backwards and tries to hold his breath, too late. He was caught off guard and Bruce can feel his eyelids getting heavy. “Don’t fight it Bruce Wayne. It’ll be easier if you just go along with it.”

“F-fuck you.” He doesn’t even remember hitting the ground.

*~~~*

Bruce opens his eyes groggily and blinks his heavy eyelids. He’s restrained to the wall by his wrists and ankles. He also has some kind of breathing mask on his face, it appears to be pumping, what he can only guess, is oxygen, into him. Bruce doesn’t know where he is or what is happening. A low humming sound, accompanied by a jostling that seems to indicate movement, can be heard. He can’t quite imagine what he’s in because nothing looks familiar.

Bruce looks around the room, trying to blink the fogginess from his vision. Beside him, another person is restrained, and it takes a few seconds for his mind to catch up. His fellow prisoner is none other than a knocked out Lex Luthor himself. This only makes Bruce more confused. Maybe they are being held for ransom. This conclusion didn’t fit with the indicators from the man who had stopped the limousine. No, there was something more going on here.

He pulls on the restraints. There is not even a rattle due to the lack of give. Under normal circumstances, he has the skills to escape, but he has no tools. The belt he wears with his BatSuit is not with him. He can’t just sit there and do nothing, so Bruce uses his clever brain and begins to think. How is he going to get out of this?

Bruce deliberates for a good minute until the door opens with a swish. Bruce looks in the direction of the sound and watches as two people enter the room. It’s two of the three people who had stopped the limousine earlier; the one in black and the one in red.

“Who are you?” He asks, his voice thick and muffled from the mask. They ignore him, and begin to speak in that strange language Bruce heard earlier. They are gesturing to him and Lex along with the restraints. One of them appears angry.

They turn to him and the one in black starts to talk in English. “Hello, we mean you no harm.”

“Who are you?” Bruce tries again.

“That is of no concern of yours. What matters is, we need your help.”

“I’m not helping you until you tell me if my family is okay, and what the hell is going on,” Bruce grits out.

The one who was talking to Bruce turns to his partner, says something in that strange language, and turns back to Bruce. “You will know everything once we return.”

“Return?” Bruce says in alarm. “Return where?” But neither answer, they simply ignore him and leave the room. Bruce sags in his restraints, not knowing what to really do. He can’t get out of his restraints, or the situation as a whole, he doesn’t know what’s happening. He hates it.

Alarm shoots through Bruce when he hears a hissing sound. His mask begins to fill with a green gas. He holds his breath, being able to hold it for up to four minutes, but the gas keeps coming and he can’t help but breathe it in. His vision starts to go blurry once more and the room starts spinning. Bruce tries to fight it, but the drug that they are giving him is too strong, and he ends up passing out.

*~~~*

When Bruce wakes again, he’s in a room that looks a lot like a bedroom. Bruce is lying on a bed, dressed in some kind of white gown and with purple frill. Bruce runs a hand down the gown, feeling the texture. He’s not sure what material it’s made from, it’s silky, soft and very comfortable.

Bruce sits up and looks around the room carefully. It’s spacious, with white walls and dark grey carpet. The walls are bare, with the exception of a window that seems to be letting in an unusual red glow. It gives everything in the room a crimson hue. The only other furnishing appears to be a wooden desk. At least Bruce is no longer restrained.

He gets up off the bed and walks cautiously towards the window. It’s open and letting in a cool breeze. The air smells different. As if it is somehow cleaner, but without the sense of home. Bruce doesn’t appear to be on Earth anymore. There are tall buildings looking nothing like the cities he’s seen before. Bruce knows he is at the top of one of those buildings because his view drops down steeply. He can see patches of purple on the ground, and grey rocky paths. The most striking thing is the sky. Instead of blue refracting from a yellow sun, there is a red horizon accompanied by a glowing, fiery, crimson star.

Bruce backs away from the window and takes a deep calming breath. Admittedly, he’s starting to get extremely worried. All he knows for sure is that he’s not on Earth anymore, which means whoever his kidnappers are, they are extraterrestrial. Human looking aliens, but aliens nonetheless. Bruce didn’t know such things existed, let alone ones that looked just like him. He’s also concerned to know if Alfred, Dick and Jason are all right.

When he hears a click from behind him, he twists around, getting into a defensive stance. Bruce calms, however, when instead of seeing an aggressor, he sees a wide-eyed man poking his head into the room. The man looks curious but wary, looking Bruce up and down.

Bruce takes a hesitant step towards him and the man flinches back. Bruce holds up his hands, palms out. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” The man looks Bruce up and down again and then hesitantly moves a little further past the door, until his shoulders can be seen. “Do you know English?” The man looks at Bruce in confusion. “Okay, do you know any language that is on Earth? French? Spanish maybe? Hell, even Russian or Japanese? Mandarin?”

Half a minute passes without a response and Bruce sighs in defeat. Then the man asks, “Earth?”

Bruce perks up. “Yes, Earth. Any language from there?”

The man warily enters the room completely. He’s tall, about an inch or two taller than Bruce, black hair and bright blue eyes. He, too, is wearing a black one piece with white frills. He also has a red cape that drapes in the back and the front of the outfit. Bruce becomes hyper aware of the gown he wears. Why is he the only one clothed in such an outfit? “Know little English.”

“Good!” Bruce takes another step and the man backs up again. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Bruce. What’s yours?”

“Kal-El.”

“Kal-El, it’s nice to meet you. Can I call you Kal?”

“That not right, name sounds different from you, ok?”

Bruce raises an eyebrow at the broken English. He did say he only knew a little. Bruce clears his throat and gets to the point. “Do you know what I’m doing here?”

Kal shakes his head. “No, father not tell me.”

Bruce is starting to feel frustrated. He can’t seem to get answers from anyone and his worry is eating away at him. In frustration, Bruce glances to the window. Maybe he can get a few other answers to some different questions then. “Okay, how about this? Where am I?”

Kal’s head tilts. “Do not know?”

“No one has told me anything.”

“Father not tell you?” He looks confused now, as if he doesn’t believe Bruce. “Not father.”

“Well he didn’t,” Bruce says, hoping that one of those men that he interacted with on what he assumes was a spaceship really was Kal’s father. “Can you tell me?”

Kal moves around the door to close it quietly behind him. Bruce starts getting more apprehensive now. He doesn’t like that Kal just shut the door and not knowing what he is going to do to him. Except Kal just stands there, still looking a bit scared of Bruce but curious at the same time. Bruce stays where he is standing, not wanting to scare him. “You on planet called Krypton.”

“Krypton?” Bruce has never heard of it. “And how far away from Earth is it?”

“Your measures?” Bruce nods and Kal looks up in thought, calculating in his head. “Twenty-seven point one light years.”

Bruce balks. “What?”

“Twenty-seven point-”

Bruce waves his hand to stop Kal from talking. “No no, I didn’t actually want you to repeat what you said I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”

“Surprised?”

“As in, not expecting that answer. That’s… that’s a long way away from Earth, Kal.”

“Is it?”

Bruce nods. “Yes, it is.” He then pinches the bridge of his nose. He and Lex are in deep trouble. “And you are?”

Kal looks confused again. “I tell you. I Kal-El.”

Bruce, with his teeth clenched and eyes shut in frustration, says as calmly as possible. “I meant species. What species are you?” He looks up at Kal. “For example, I’m a human.”

Kal perks. “You human? Me wanting to meet human.” He then smiles warily, looking down as if he’s shy. “Me, no not right, I Kryptahnium or as English, Kryptonian”

“From Krypton… right. And the language?”

“Kryptahniuo or Kryptonian,” Kal says with another shy smile.

The way Kal says the words catches Bruce’s attention and he comments on it. “Why is it two different ways of saying it in Kryptonian but not English?” Kal just shrugs, still smiling. “Okay, and the red sun?”

“What about?”

“I come from a planet that has a yellow sun. Why isn’t your red sun affecting me?”

Kal shrugs again. “Put you process, aba… arda.. adapt to sun, and.. atmosphere?”

Bruce nods, realizing that must have happened when he was still knocked out. He doesn’t exactly like that fact, but at least he doesn’t have to wear some type of protected suit. He then notices Kal is still smiling. “Why are you smiling?”

“Question you arks, mm ask, amusing.” Kal chuckles. “me is, I is, I find amusing”

Bruce nods again, not really finding any of this amusing whatsoever. Annoyance quickly rises in him. “I’m glad you find this so funny and entertaining. Me, on the other hand, doesn’t find it particularly amusing considering I was the one kidnapped and brought twenty-seven point one light years away from my home planet.”

By now Kal’s smile has disappeared. “Kidnapped?”

“Taken against my will.”

Kal straightens, shaking his head. “No, father would take with, with permission. Never against will.”

“Well he did, Kal.”

“No,” Kal says sharply, looking hurt. “You lie.”

Before Bruce can tell him otherwise, Kal is through the door and gone. Bruce, taking the opportunity, walks up to the door and tries to open it. It’s not locked but as he steps out, a big man steps in front of him. Speaking in that alien language, Bruce is shoved back into the room. The door shuts with a slam and he can hear the click of a lock.

Bruce sighs.

A/N: Thanks for reading!

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I Have to Do This | Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Requested (anon): Draco x reader. The reader is a muggle Born. When is auntie finds out she tortures the reader right in front of Draco and it’s killing Draco

A/N: Kind of took some artistic license with this request oops

Word Count: 5,015 (aka long af)

Warning(s): torture, mild violence, mentions of death

Disclaimer(s): Not my gif credit to owner

You walk nervously up the steps leading to Malfoy Manor, twiddling your shaking hands. Your stomach begins to feel like a bottomless pit and home to loads of butterflies. You stare at the large front doors and debate whether or not you should even go in. Draco, your long-term boyfriend, had invited you to his mother’s birthday ball so you could finally meet his parents.

However, you aren’t particularly keen on meeting his parents. They must be lovely people based on the fact they raised Draco to be such a gentleman (to you at least), but their kindness is likely to be thrown out the window when dealing with you. After all, you are a muggle-born who somehow weaseled her way into becoming a Slytherin, something that had never happened until you arrived at Hogwarts. Besides, you already are aware of the fact that Draco’s parents didn’t like you, unless their opinion has miraculously changed. You remember in first year when Draco befriended you, for some odd reason, and he tried to hide a letter he received from his parents regarding you being sorted into Slytherin. However, you were too quick and grabbed it before he could get rid of it.

Draco,

What a pity, a mudblood being sorted into Slytherin. I’ve never heard of such dreadful events. I’m sure dear Salazar is rolling around in his grave for this one. I am disappointed you didn’t write about this as soon as the ceremony was over, it is nearly halfway through your first term. Do not go near whoever this mudblood is, I will write to the school immediately. This must be a mistake, that blasted hat doesn’t know anything. I will have this girl resorted, I cannot believe this has happened. If they are not resorted, though I will make sure they are, do not worry because as I’ve always told you these mudbloods will get what they deserve. Soon enough, soon enough.

Lucius

You swallow hard at the memory of the stone cold words from the most unfatherly letter you’ve ever read. You were never resorted, though for a long while you wish you had been. Bullied for days on end, crying yourself to sleep, it was not much fun to be attending Hogwarts. Though much of the bullying stopped once Draco befriended you, you still don’t know why he did it. All you know is one day after running out of class crying Draco followed you and comforted you. After that day you became inseparable, and once you had Draco by your side no one bothered to mess with you.

However, you had the spine-tingling thought that all of that would change tonight. You don’t have to be told to know that you will be the only one in the manor tonight who is not a pureblood. You also don’t need to be told that everyone here tonight despises muggle-borns, with the exception of Draco.

You continue to stare at the large doors. Once thoughts start to pour in of what the people inside will do to you after realizing you’re indeed of muggle descent you feel yourself starting to back away. There is no way you can step foot in there if you want to go through the night unscathed. You'll just have to send an owl to Draco tomorrow saying you fell ill at the last minute or something like that.

Just then the large doors open and outsteps non other than Draco Malfoy.

“Y/N!” He smiles, which immediately falls as he takes a closer look at you. “Love, you look paler than me," he raises an eyebrow. "What’s the matter?”

“I-I don’t think I can go in,” the corners of your mouth droop and you give him a pleading look.

“Babe,” he starts, pulling you into a tight hug. “I know your a little nervous-”

“Terrified,” you interject, voice muffled by his chest.

“But you truly have nothing to worry about,” he goes on. He backs only his head away so he can look at you. “Nobody’s going to hurt you or say anything bad,” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’ll make sure of it and I’ll be here the whole night, right by your side.”

“For sure?”

“For sure,” he smiles down at you, before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. His lips linger on yours after and his pale eyes continue to stare down you. “You look absolutely beautiful,” he grins, his lips still nearly touching yours. The feeling of his hot breath sends shivers up your spine.

He takes a step back holding both your hands in his and looks you up and down. A smirk tugs on his lips as he takes time to relish in your absolute beauty; both love and lust prominent in his eyes. You’re wearing a simple, floor-length emerald gown made of silk, topped with a Queen Anne neckline. It’s simple, elegant, classy, and enough to make Draco go mad.

You blush as a few moments go by of him looking you up and down, knowing he definitely likes what he sees. His eyes meet yours again and he smiles at you before taking your hand and twirling you around, a giggle escapes from your lips.

“Belle of the ball,” he smiles while pulling you back into his chest.

“You know you don’t look to shabby yourself,” you smile while straightening his bowtie.

All of your fears and nerves begin to slip away; being with Draco just makes everything go away. Nothing in the world around you even seems to exist when you’re with him. And when he smiles, a true smile derived from pure happiness, one that can only be seen when you’re around, it’s like nothing else matters in the world. All you could ever want is for him to keep that smile.

He wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a tight squeeze, “You ready.”

You nod and he leads you inside the manor. You feel your mouth slightly part as you take foot in the enormous house; it’s absolutely stunning. Draco leads you down a long corridor before coming to a halt in front of another set of two grand doors.

He mentions something of the event taking place in the drawing room, “We- uh -we have lots of,” he gulps midsentence, “Meetings and gatherings in here,” he mumbles. “Only seemed fitting.”

“Do you parents know I’m-”

“Yes,” he cuts you off, already knowing what you’re going to ask. “I told them a few months ago. They weren’t happy at first but after many, many discussions they’ve learned to tolerate our relationship. My mom seems more for it than my father however." 

Stepping inside you see it is a grand room with a beautiful mantelpiece and sparkling chandelier. The room is crowded with witches and wizards in only the most elegant fashion gold can buy. They all seem to speak in an auspicious manner while drinking what must be the wizard equivalent of champagne.

The two of you barely step foot into the crowd before you see, you assume, Draco’s parents weaving through the crowd to get to you. You take in a sharp breath at the realization the moment you’ve been dreading since first year is seconds from taking place; coming face-to-face with Draco’s family. Draco gives you another tight squeeze, looks to you, and smiles. Your nerves slightly diminish but are still quite prevalent.

"Draco!” The women, presumably his mother, calls out with her arms outstretched towards Draco. He drops his arm from your waist in order to hug her, “So nice of you to finally join us.”

“Of course, happy birthday mom,” he says, kissing her on the cheek before moving back to your side. “Father,” Draco slightly and quickly bows his head in his father’s direction.

“Draco,” he nods, speaking with the same cold, unfatherly voice you always imagined when reading his letters.

“You must be Y/N,” Draco’s mother turns to you, she has a warm, welcoming smile on her face. “I’m Narcissa Malfoy, Draco’s mother, as you’ve probably concluded,” she smiles. “And this is my husband, of course Draco’s father, Lucius Malfoy,” she says gesturing beside her.

“Pleasure to meet the two of you,” you smile.

“The pleasure is ours,” Lucius speaks up, shocking you. Approaching tonight you were most certain that he would not speak a word to you, yet alone a kind word. You even manage to catch the corners of his mouth turn upwards ever so slightly. “Draco speaks of you constantly.”

You look over and smile at the now blushing boy before you. “Is that so?” A smirk plays on your lips and Draco sheepishly nods.

You look back to his parents and see the resemblance in uncanny. From the pale eyes and silver-blond hair to their actual bone structure. You can also see both of Draco’s major facial expressions on either of his parents. His warm smile he always shows towards you matches his mother’s; while his cold, brooding look that he shows towards most people can be seen on his father. However, his signature Malfoy smirk is much like the ones of both his mother and father.

“Draco, do you mind if I whisk Y/N away for a little talk, women to women,” his mother speaks up.

You look over to him and see he’s already looking at you. “Of course,” he says to his mother while keeping eye contact with you. The look in your eyes shows panic which he knows is from the fact that he promised to stay by your side. He moves to kiss your cheek so he can whisper something only audible to you, “Don’t be nervous, I’ll be close by.”

You nod before moving to go off with his mother. She moves through the crowd with you close on her heel, she says quick hellos to the guests she passes. She grabs two glasses of the wizard equivalent of champagne and hands one to you.

“Don’t tell your parents I let you drink,” she smirks.

“This is really a lovely party,” you say before taking a sip of the drink, which only slightly burns in your throat. “And your home is absolutely spectacular,” you say. Holding you breath, you hope all the things you know to say to Muggle hostesses align with what should be said to witch hostesses.

“Why thank you,” she smiles and you let out a subtle breath of relief. “I would also like to thank you for how happy you make my son,” she adds and you feel your cheeks go pink, unsure of what to say. “I can’t believe it took Lucius and I so long to realize what was going on. I mean the skip in his step along with the permanent smile on his face and the constant sending of letters,” she chuckles at her past ignorance. “We should’ve known he’d found himself the right girl.”

You don’t know what to say but from the looks of it there seems to be a bigger point to Narcissa’s speech. You know she didn’t just bring you over here to speak of her son’s new found happiness, you can see the gears turning and that she has a whole other topic to be discussed. You figure it is better not to interrupt her train of thought with the mentioning your new found happiness from Draco.

“The right girl indeed,” she says after taking another sip of her drink. “I assume he’s treating you like the right girl as well.”

“Of course,” you reply. You suddenly see why she’s pulled you aside, to check up on her son’s behavior. “Draco treats me better than anyone else in my life,” you say, speaking nothing but the truth. Draco treats you as if you were royalty, he willingly drops everything in order to complete a task to make you happy. He speaks nothing but positivity of you both to you and to others. He constantly checks with you to make sure you’re living the best life you can have, knowing you deserve it. You can only try to treat him as well as he treats you.

“That’s good, that’s good,” she nods. “I know he has a tendency to lean towards more bullying behaviors, and I’ve told him I don’t mind that as long as he is a gentleman to ladies such as yourself. Is he doing so?”

“Yes, I find that, to me at least, he is the best gentleman girls can only dream of,” you explain. “And I’ve never seen him use his bullying tendencies towards a girl," you leave out the fact that he bullies that Granger girl, but she’s friends with Potter so it may be more backlash.

"That’s what I like to hear,” she nods. 

Just then, a women appears behind her. She has a mass of black, curly hair and many similar facial features. You assume the two must be sisters.

“This must be the girl Draco’s been speaking of nonstop,” the women speaks.

Narcissa tenses up as she notices the arrival of her sister, “This is my sister-”

“Lestrange. Bellatrix Lestrange.” She finishes the thought. "And you are?“ She inquires with a raised eyebrow.

You swallow hard, something about her makes you uneasy. "Y/N Y/L/N.”

A silence fills the space of you three and a menacing smile appears on Bellatrix’s face.

“Y/L/N, hmph? I don’t seem to recall that family,” she speaks, an evil smirk taking over his lips. You automatically feel your stomach reforming into a pit, you know you’ve sold yourself out. Just as you expected their are people in this room who will not tolerate a non-pureblood relationship and she is one of them. "Your family must not have gone to Hogwarts… Or any wizarding school… They’re muggles aren’t they?“ The look on her face is enough to chill you to the core and send shivers up your spine. You don’t respond, the wide-eyed look of terror is enough to tell her the answer.

"Why don’t I take you back to Draco,” Narcissa quickly says to you and before even giving you time to respond she is dragging you by the arm through the maze of people. “Stay away from Bellatrix,” she says to you in a low voice. “Lucius and I both care deeply for our son’s happiness and we see it clearly that you are the source of it. My sister on the other hand will not see that, stay clear of her.”

When you make it back to Draco he meets you with a warm smile and quick kiss. You’re still a little shaken up from your encounter with Bellatrix but do your best to suppress the straight terror she inflicted upon you. Draco will notice and ask what’s wrong if you keep your scared demeanor and the last thing you want is to explain to him the encounter with his aunt. You don’t want to burden him with the thought of her possibly wanting to harm you in any way as Narcissa alluded too.

Hours slowly tick away, you never leave Draco’s side. A few people have tried to pull him away to discuss business matters with him but he refuses to leave your side and the others refuse to speak of such matters in front of you for some odd reason. What business matters could many aging wizards need to discuss with a sixteen year-old boy in complete private?

It’s not until guest start trickling out the doors that someone manages to tear Draco away from you. He looks back to you as he’s being dragged away by an old wizard who begins talking at a rapid speed. He gives you a worried look and you simply shrug, showing you are no longer as paranoid. You’ve made it almost the whole night and only one person had something bad to say to you. What could go wrong in the next minute or so.

Everything. Everything could go wrong in the next minute or so.

When Draco disappears from sight a cold hand firmly grips your upper arm. Before you can even look at the mysterious person you feel the world around you beginning to twist and turn, you feel your body contracting; suddenly you’re in a whole new location. You’ve apparated for the first time, you quickly become nauseous from the quick, unexpected movement. You grip a hand over mouth and clutch another to your stomach, praying you aren’t about to vomit.

“Can the poor, unfit mudblood not handle apparition,” you hear the same venomous tone from before speak up. It’s Bellatrix. “I always knew your kind made awful witches and wizards.”

You look around at you surroundings, concluding you’re still the manor just a different room. Though, how far you maybe in relation to where everyone else is frightens you. The evil smirk plastered on Bellatrix’s face as she circles you like a shark makes you even more nauseous than you already are. What is she going to do? Is there anyone close enough to come save you if needed?

You swallow hard, both in fear and to suppress anything that might be making its return, “What do you want from me?”

She stops in front of you and stares for a second. Seeming dumbstruck at the fact that you couldn’t possibly understand what she has in store for you. “Is it not obvious?” She smirks before taking out her wand and pointing it straight at you. “Crucio!” She bellows and a flash of red strikes you in the chest, knocking you to your knees.

A surge of pain emits throughout you’re entire body, pain like you’ve never felt before. You feel as though your internal organs are on fire, white-hot knives are penetrating every inch of your body, someone is ripping you limb from limb, you wish for it to stop. Bellatrix spends the next few seconds just staring at you with that menacing look of hers. The seconds feel like eternity to you.

You’re screaming in pain, wailing on your knees, begging her to lift the curse off from you. You wish anything to cause it to stop, you even wish for death to swarm over and take all the pain away. Bellatrix slowly steps closer to you, laughing maniacally.

“You want the pain to stop?” She questions as tears begin streaming down your face. You nod, gasping in pain, knowing she won’t lift it. “That’s too bad, I don’t like to end things that give me pleasure,” she lifts your chin with her cold index finger. “And I love seeing your kind suffer.” You let out another scream and she slams a hand over your mouth before slowly raising a finger to her lips. “Shhhh we wouldn’t want anyone to come in and steal my fun,” she smirks. “Not that anyone would save you,” she pretend pouts, by now your gasping for air to fill what feels like, but isn’t, a collapsed lung. “No one in their right mind would save you,” she speaks. “Though, as it seems my dear nephew isn’t in his right mind; for if he was he wouldn’t even look at you, yet alone bring you into this house.” She drops her hand from your mouth, hoping to hear you plead for mercy.

“Please, stop!” You cry out, body shaking. “I can’t take it!”

“You want me to lift the curse?” She inquiries and you nod vigorously, only causing you more pain. “Will you do anything for me to lift the curse?”

“Yes,” you croak out.

“Fine… All you must do for me to lift the curse,” she grabs your shaking face and holds it to look you straight in the eye. “Is to keep your mudblood disgrace of a witch away from my nephew.”

“I don’t think so,” someone says from the doorway, not just anyone, but Draco. He has his wand raised and aimed at Bellatrix. Even with all the pain inflicted upon you manage to sigh in relief at the sight of him. "Let her go,“ he sneers.

Bellatrix snaps her head at him, grinning as though this is going just as she planned. "As you wish,” and with a wave of her wand all the pain vanishes and you let out a gasp.

Draco lowers his wand and sprints to you, quickly kneeling beside you. You fall into his arms just as he go to wrap them around you. You’re still shaking, loud sobs escape your lips. For a moment you’re so glad it’s over… But why is it? Bellatrix doesn’t seem like the kind of witch to back down when a sixteen year-old is pointing a wand at her. What else does she have in store? It must be much worse; the thought sickens you.

“I wouldn’t get too comfy,” she chuckles, proving your thoughts true. This time she points her wand at Draco, “Imperio!”

“No!” You shout but it’s no use, you can already see Draco’s eyes glossing over and any sign in his eyes of himself and his thoughts are gone. "Why are you doing this?“ You shout.

"Because,” she moves over to you. “If my doing isn’t enough to send you away maybe his will be,” her evil smirk never fades.

“It won’t be his doing it will be yours,” you spit.

She presses her wand against your neck, “Watch your tone, mudblood.” You look back over to Draco, sitting there lifeless. “The image of his actions embedded in your mind will be enough for you to leave. And don’t even think of running off.” She continues to press her wand against your neck and you watch her pull out a knife from her pocket.

“What are you going to do?” You gulp nervously.

“It’s not what I’m going to do,” she grins, then places the knife in Draco’s hand. “It’s what he’s going to do.”

A moment of silence which you know is filled with Bellatrix sending orders into Draco’s mind. Looking blankly at you with his still lifeless eyes he grabs your arm.

“Draco don’t,” you grab his wrist of the hand which holds the knife, now pointing towards your arm. He looks at you, still no life in his eyes. “Draco fight it, don’t do what she’s saying,” you desperately plead. “Draco you’re strong enough,” at those words you see a flash of life in his eyes, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared. Then, he begins to press the knife into your arm.

You scream out in pain, though physically it doesn’t seem so bad due to fact you were just under the Cruciatus Curse. Emotionally and mentally, however, is a pain like never before. Even though you know it’s not his doing seeing the boy you love go to cause you any pain hurts worse than any curse to be thrown your way. When you scream out you see Draco flinch, pause, shake his head and continue to drag the knife across your skin. You feel a sense of hope, this shows he is still in there he just needs to be brought up to the surface. You look at your arm and see an M and a U carved into it, dripping with blood. You know what Bellatrix is making him write.

“Draco stop,” you cry. “You can fight the curse, I know it,” you scream out to him, more life filling his eyes with each word. Bellatrix notices this and presses her wand harder into your neck.

“Speak one more word and it will be your last,” she threatens, her cold voice is enough to make you fall to silent sobs.

Draco drops the knife to the floor, hands shaking and a bit of life in his eyes. You look down at the now completed wound and wince. The word mudblood will now be forever scarred on your arm.

“I’m so sorry,” you hear the faintest whisper come from Draco. You look up to him, tears filling your eyes at the sound of his broken voice. His face is pinched, as though trying not to cry, as he stares at the mark he’s left on your arm. Blood is starting to drip onto the white, marble floor.

“Draco,” he looks at you and you see more of the life restored in his eyes drain away, only a small bit is left.

Bellatrix angrily stands up and marches to the other side of the room, straight across from you. Draco follows her and a pit forms in your stomach, you know something bad is about to happen. You can tell Bellatrix sends him another order, for he raises his wand and points it at you. His arm is shaking and he pinches his eyes nearly closed to hold back tears, even so you can she the small amount of himself in his eyes.

“Say the words Draco,” Bellatrix spits. “End her already.”

“Draco don’t do this,” you wail at the realization of what she’s trying to make him do. “You can fight it,” you scream.

“I can’t,” he quietly says, you can barely hear him from where you are. “Don’t you understand?" His voice breaks. "I have to do this.”

Your heart breaks at that. “No, you don’t!” You cry out.

“Yes, I do,” he shakes his head. “I love you but I’m not strong enough.”

“You are strong enough, I know you are, I believe in you,” you shout, voice ringing through the room.

There’s a silence. It’s followed by Draco unpinching his eyes and slowly lowering his wand. “You believe in me,” he whispers, all life restored in his eyes. The two of you let out relieved sighs and he runs over to you. Falling before you he quickly engulfs you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry,” he cries on your shoulder. You both sit there, in each others arms, shaking and sobbing violently, the blood from your arm soaking into his clothes.

“This is ridicules,” Bellatrix snaps while gripping Draco’s shoulder and flinging him to the side. She raises her wand at you, “Avada- ”

“Expelliarmus!” You hear someone yell from the doorway. Bellatrix’s wand is flung from her hands before she can complete the curse. You turn to see, to your surprise, Lucius standing in the doorway being the one to come to your rescue. “There will be no murder on my wife’s birthday,” he speaks in his stone cold voice. He looks to you, bleeding on the floor, and gives an apologetic look. “Draco why don’t you take Y/N to your room to get washed up, while I have a word with your aunt,” his ever emotionless voice managing to show signs of anger.

Draco scrambles over to you, he helps you to your feet and wraps an arm around your waist before helping you walk out of the room. You two stay silent on the long walk to his room. Once inside he takes you into the bathroom, picks you up and has you sit on the counter. He silently pulls out a towel, dampens it, and begins dabbing your still bleeding wound.

“I’m so sorry,” he croaks out, looking up at you.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. When looking at him you can only see tonight’s events, him dragging a knife across your skin, him preparing to kill you, and him insisting he has to do so. It makes you sick to your stomach and you just want to run away and never look at him again. You swallow hard, this is what she wanted.

He wraps your arm up in bandages and goes back into his room to find some clothes of his to lend to you for the night. He hands you a pair of silk, green pajama pants and button shirt and tells you he’ll send an owl to your parents as to why you won’t be returning tonight. You nod in thanks, still unable to speak to him. When he leaves the room you change and sit quietly on the edge of his bed, looking thoughtfully at your hands.

You don’t look up at him when he renters the room, or when he goes to sit beside you after changing. However, you do flinch when he grasps your hand in his. He lets out a pained sigh.

“Y/N I’m so sorry,” he says. “I didn’t want to do any of that, I was under her control,” he explains. “You understand that, don’t you? You understand that I would never want to hurt you, right? I love you too much to ever hurt you, don’t you know that?”

You look up at his, slightly frowning, pain evident in your eyes. “You were going to kill me,” you quietly say. “I’ll never be able to forgive nor forget that,” you look back at your hands, avoiding looking at him. He looks almost as pained as you. “I guess Bellatrix got what she wanted,” you sigh. “I can’t even look at you without seeing you getting ready to-” you trail off, not wanting to end your obvious thought.

“What happens now then?” his voice breaks.

You look up at him tears filling in your eyes, his doing the same. “Tomorrow morning I go home,” you start, “and we’re over.”

“No,” he shakes his head, grabbing one of your hands in both of his. “You can’t leave me, not now, not now,” tears fall from his eyes. “You said you believe in me,” he chokes out. “You’re the only person that does, and I need you more than ever right now.”

“Draco, I may not know what’s been going on recently but I’ve noticed your different,” you explain. “And none of that made me put our relationship in question but this does.”

“Please,” he whispers.

“I can’t be with you after tonight,” you shake your head. “Every time I look at you I’ll see you preparing to kill me.”

“You can’t leave me,” he cries.

“Don’t you understand,” you spit his own words back at him. “I have to do this.”