#in the process of answering this i came up with another idea for some moodboards too

[mentally-gone002]

is it too early to love you? - part 4

(moodboard made by moi)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

summary: readers ex boyfriend is an asshole… so much so that he makes readers night a little harder. but reader calls spencer, and he makes it alright.

warnings: blood

a/n: ehehehehehe this is my fav part!!!!! also this was all written in one go (part 1, pt 2, pt 3 and pt 4) so gimme like a few hours, a monster energy drink and some sour patch kids and i’ll pump another part out😜😜😜

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when the case ended i went back home. james was kind enough to return my key, which surprised me, but im glad he wasn’t petty enough to steal it. 

or at least i thought he wasn’t petty.

he might not have been petty enough to lock me out of my apartment but he was petty enough to trash the place.

when i got home my dishes were smashed on the floor, a few of my paperback books were torn up and my tv was gone. 

“jesus.” i murmured through an exhausted sigh. 

i decided to call him. 

“why are you calling me?” 

“i just got home and my place is a mess. disaster would be a better word actually.” i told him. 

he laughed lightly on the other end. “what the hell are you talking about?” 

i scoffed, crossing one arm over my chest. “you know damn right what i’m talking about, so don’t play dumb.” i stepped carefully over the glass pieces that used to be my dishes. i stared at one of my books on the floor, the cover of it was torn in half. “why’d you do this? i haven’t given you a reason to be this much of an asshole.” 

james said something to someone on his end of the phone. “i have my own reasons.”

“what reason is that?” 

“why do you want to know?” 

“so that i can determine weather or not to call the police on you for vandalism.” 

james sputtered out a laugh. “vandalism? please! you wouldn’t call the cops on me.” i swallowed thickly because he was right. “i got you.” he said in a sing-song tone i hated.

i hung up on him. he didn’t deserve a goodbye, or to be able to contact me again. i blocked his number and deleted it. 

i took some time to breathe and process my surroundings before my phone was once again pressed to my ear. 

“hello?” spencer sounded cheerful. and i hated to be calling about this, because i knew he wasn’t going to stay happy. “you there?”

“yeah, i’m here.” i nodded. i had no idea why i called him if i’m being honest. 

“you okay?” he already knew. his tone changed. 

i closed my eyes and sighed. “i’m great spencer.” i almost said it through my teeth, walking back to my kitchen to find a broom. “i’m just- ow, shit!” my food came down on a large piece of what used to be a drinking glass. 

“what happened?” spencer’s voice was faint as i tried to balance on one foot in the middle of a floor filled with glass.

i looked around for a safe path away from the mess. “i stepped in a piece of glass.” i answered him, carefully limping over to my couch and flipped over the back to lay against the cushions. i whimpered when i bumped my injured foot with my unharmed one. 

spencer shuffled around on his end of the phone. i heard keys jingling and his door opening. “i’ll be over in twenty minutes.” 

“spence, no, im fine, it’s just…” i looked at my foot from where its propped up on my knee and pulled a face. “it’s fine, i’ll be fine.” i assured him though it was meant more for myself. 

“i’m still coming over.” he replied. “don’t touch the glass.” 

the line went quiet and i knew he hung up. 

i groaned in pain, watching my blood soak through my sock and drip onto my light grey rug. “shit.” i leaned back into the cushions in pain and exhaustion. 

i can replace the rug. 

spencer got to my place is record time, coming in the already open door because i forgot to close it. 

“what happened?” his voice had me sitting up in shock, whipping my head around to look at him. i shot him a look, silently asking ‘why ask if you already know?’ spencer frowned as he carefully walked across the apartment to me. when he saw the glass in my food he pulled a face similar to the one i did when i first saw it. 

“before you ask if i was watching where i was going, i wasn’t.” i laughed with pain laced in my voice. he didn’t laugh. “it’s not that bad.” 

he sat beside me carefully and leaned toward my foot to look at it better. “do you have a medical kit?” his eyes studied how the glass stabbed into me as he asked. 

“surprisingly yes.” i gestured back to my bedroom. “i have one under the bathroom sink, it’s in the back on the left.” 

spencer stood up to retrieve the kit in less than thirty seconds. he set the contents of the kit on the coffee table before looking at me. “i’m gonna have to pull it out.” 

i nodded, already knowing that. i sat up a little. “okay. let’s get it over with.” i breathed heavily in and out while spencer put on latex gloves that were in the kit. he barely touched the glass and i winced. 

“sorry.” he muttered softly while grabbing the glass between his index and thumb. i screwed my eyes shut and squeezed the couch cushions in my hands. “i’m gonna count-“

“don’t fucking count, just do it.” i laughed due to anxiety, eyes still closed. 

spencer breathed deeply and then there was a sharp pain that made me lurch forward, humming in pain. 

i opened my eyes to watch as spencer quickly grabbed a piece of gauze to press it against my foot. he held it there with one hand as he met my eyes, sighing deeply. “thanks for taking care of me, doc.” i joked. 

he smiled at me, shaking his head. “don’t thank me yet, i’m not done.” 

“do you think i’ll need stitches?” i nodded at my foot. i leaned forward once the pain went down a little. 

spencer shrugged and reached for the shard that used to be in my foot. he held it up for me to see. half of it was covered in blood and the other half was a pretty shade of light green. 

i frowned. “i really liked that cup.” 

spencer laughed slightly, setting the glass back down. “you might need stitches.” he answered my initial question. “but i can do that for you. i know you don’t like hospitals.” 

i smiled at his words, surprised that he remembered that. but, he remembers everything. 

“thank you.” 

“i told you not to thank me.” he reminded. 

my eyes rolled. “too bad, i’m thanking you anyway. get over it.” 

he laughed again, just a short huff of air through his nose as he pulled the gauze away from my foot. 

he took some scissors and cut my sock off my foot, which i protested because i really like these socks, but he told me he’d replace them. when he saw the extent of the damage he determined stitches would be best prior to disinfecting the wound and getting some thread and a needle. 

“this is gonna hurt.”

“well no shit.” i sunk into my couch, just ready for this to be over. i looked at spencer while he held the needle in one hand while looking at me in confusion. “sorry… i’m ready to not be doing this anymore.” 

“i’ll be done really quick, i promise.” he nodded at me. “it’s only a half inch long and a quarter inch deep-“ 

“stop talking, i love you, but stop talking.” i dropped my head back with closed eyes. 

spencer cleared his throat, processing my words as best he could before starting with the stitches. it really didn’t take that long but it did hurt like hell. 

“okay, i’m done.” spencer wrapped gauze around my foot before taking off his latex gloves, gathering everything with my blood on it and threw it away in my garbage can. 

“thank god.” i sighed, standing up to limp into the kitchen behind him, careful to avoid every fragment of glass on the floor this time. 

spencer watched me pull a broom out of the space between my fridge and the wall. “let me sweep.” he held out a hand for me to give up the broom. i glared at him. “don’t fight me on this.” he had a warning tone. 

i gave it up and decided to clean all my destroyed books. i carefully picked up all the pages that were ripped out so harshly.

“this one was my favorite.” i was just talking to myself but spencer stopped what he was doing to look at me. i felt his eyes on me so i smiled up at him before flipping through the worn book. i looked for the page in the front with the author’s signature on it but that was missing. my eyes scanned the floor frantically for the missing page, looking for the signature in deep blue ink i’ve looked at so many times. 

“what’re you looking for?” spencer stopped sweeping again. 

i glanced at him briefly, crawling over the floor, flipping pages over and looking through the stack of them i’d made, just in case i skipped over it. “i’m looking for a page.” 

“what page?” spencer joined me on the floor. 

i shook my head. “the autographed page from this one.” i tapped the halved cover of the book. “it’s a front page, one of the blank ones.” i explained. 

“he ripped up an autographed copy?” 

i nodded, hearing the hurt in his voice. “yeah.” 

spencer helped me look. the room went quiet apart from the occasional rustling of paper. 

“found it.” spencer called to me from where he was kneeling between the couch and coffee table. he held up the page and i sighed in relief, walking on my knees across the floor to him and taking the page into my hands. “it has your blood on it.” he noted. 

i stared at the handwriting and then at a small red soaked part of a corner. i didn’t care that it had my blood on it, i cared that it wasn’t destroyed. “i don’t think he knew this was my favorite book, or he would’ve done way worse.” i muttered, again just thinking out loud. 

“can i say something?” spencer asked. i nodded at him, studying his facial expression before he said, “i never liked him.” i laughed slightly. “im serious. the way he acted with you in public, not really paying attention to you. you’d tell me about things he’d do or say and i’d just feel mad… or upset at him.” i pursed my lips. “he didn’t deserve you.”

that feeling of heartache swelled in my chest as i smoothed my thumbs over the book page in my hands. i couldn’t look at him. not after he said that. he was right, like always. “we should keep cleaning.” i stood up, being mindful of my foot as i did. i placed the book page on my coffee table and went back to picking up all of my ruined books, taking mental notes of which ones i had to replace. spencer stood up off the floor and finished sweeping up the glass on the floor. he’d look at me every few minutes, i could feel it. his eyes made my skin prickle sometimes. he was the only person who’s eyes made me react like that. 

“are all of your dishes broken?” 

i hummed in unknowing, gently placing my trashed books into the garbage and then went to my cabinets, opening them to stare at a few dishes that survived james’s wrath. “thankfully, no.” i looked back at him with a relieved smile. “i am gonna go get new sets anyway though. i need a refresh for the whole place.” 

spencer hummed in response while putting the broom back from where he watched me grab it from earlier. “want me to help?” 

i shrugged. “if you want to hang out with me in ikea for like four hours then sure.” 

he smiled. “you know me, i never have plans.” 

“i do know you.” i smiled back, now facing him with my back to the near empty cabinets.

[anamenooneowns]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖MEETING JJ

an: another moodboard/ficlet ig? is this allowed? um, youre from nyc in this one and moved to the obx, yeah. if you didnt get the memo either with the moodboard you're black and you say a few words in Spanish bc youre also hispanic (idk how to speak Spanish so if its wrong i'm apologizing beforehand😃) enjoy!

DNI IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO. THIS BLOCK BUTTON GOES BRAZY

"Ma, why'd we move here again?" you groaned, tugging at your shirt to generate some sort of cool air as you walked in the sun.

Your mother ignored your question after having answered it for the umpteenth time. Rent was rising crazily in NYC and it was getting more dangerous by the day. And your family down here that she had lost contact with due to her own mother practically begged your mother to come back down and just move in, so that's exactly what your parents did.

The culture down South was something you weren't acclimated to. In NYC, people kept their heads down and kept it pushing, but you were perceived here. 'Good morning/afternoon/evening' along with 'Sir' and 'Ma'am' were integrating themselves into your vocabulary. Still, it was obvious these folks didn't exactly... like you. They didn't like the way you dressed with multiple gold chains on your neck and rings galore, or the fact that your nails were so long, and too many old people commented that they could hang onto your hoops.

It was annoying.

"Oh, mama, go into the beauty supply right there and see if they have products for our hair. Here- take this to pay for it, and get us some drinks too from the deli, it's hot as hell out here," your mother ushered you away, pushing three twenties into your hand.

You sighed and turned on your heel, going into the beauty supply and greeting the cashier before scanning the shelves. Thankfully, they had all the products your family used and it came out much cheaper than it would have in your old store when you paid for it. Next was the store at the corner of the strip mall. Your mother drove you out here since you definitely wouldn't find what you guys needed in the rich part of the island so you had to come to what your extended family called 'The Cut'.

"Dude, I-I'm tellin' you this is the right idea, when have I ever led you astr- fuck," a voice hissed.

You gasped as something wet poured down your front, ruining your crop-top and getting you sticky in the process. Slowly, you looked up, mean mug getting even meaner as you glared at some blond who was looking down at you with his eyes wide and pink lips parted like a damn fish, some other boy behind him.

You were yelling at him, that much he could tell, but all he could see was some phantom light shining behind you and making you look even more ethereal in presence and all he could hear was 'Sha la la la la, la laaaa'.

"He-fucking-llo?" you hissed, snapping your fingers in his face. "Does he have a brain or something?" was directed at his tall, brown-haired friend who sputtered as he tried to apologize for JJ, elbowing him.

"I... huh? Oh, shit! I'm sorry, my bad," he grabbed tissues and started to dry your own shirt for you making you freeze up, eyes widening while John B watched in literal horror as his dumbass best friend dabbed the paper towels against your chest.

Smack!

"Eres un idiota," was the last thing you said before leaving.

And JJ was touching his cheek and looking at the door where you left like a lovesick puppy as your fragrance of vanilla and shea butter lingered. "Dude... I think I'm in love."

an: comments and reblogs are appreciated! thanks for reading💕

[peakyswritings]

Hi Reb <3 Hope you're having a lovely Sunday! 🌞

I'm always amazed at how quickly you create new scenarios for Nina, and your moodboards are stunning. I’m currently in the process of creating a new OC to introduce into the PB universe, but I'm feeling a bit hesitant. I’m curious—what’s your process like when you create a timeline or outline for your stories? Only if you’re comfortable sharing, of course—no pressure!

Thank you so much for your kind words Ari, and for reaching out to me🥹🤍 it makes me so happy. And of course I’m happy to share what works for me!

Everything kind of happens naturally.

Nina popped into my mind very casually over a year ago, and I immediately started to think about how her storyline could develop - just for fun. Then one of the first things I started doing was asking myself questions about her. All kinds of questions: what her character would be like, her positive traits, her negative traits, what moves her, how she reacts to her feelings (does she embrace them? Does she push them away?), what she believes in, what’s important to her, what she thinks of the world she lives in. Another thing that really helped me were those OC asks. You don’t need people to send them to you if the character’s not “real” yet, you can read them and answer them by yourself - it’s what I did at first. You’ll be amazed by how you never stop learning about your OC. And it also helps you see them from other perspectives.

Once I had her more or less figured out, I started to think about how she, as a person, would behave in the environment I chose to put her in. Like I tried to imagine her as a real person, and fantasise about how, considering what she’s like, she’d react to the world around her.

And this is something I still do when making up scenarios for AUs. I ask myself: what would Nina do? How would she react to this? What makes sense to her original storyline and how can I incorporate it in the AU?

In my experience having your OC figured out is the key. Like once you “know” them and are able to imagine what they would do in certain situations, everything comes naturally, one thing after the other. It’s easier to put them in different situations and imagine how they’d behave.

As I said a few times, I already had Nina’s whole story in my mind before posting the first chapter. Originally I had only planned to write one part, made of 10 chapters (the “Italian” part, so to say, the one I’m still posting), but while I was writing it I already tried to imagine how Nina would fit into the canon universe. One thing happened after the other, and not only now the first part has more chapters than I had originally planned, but I also decided that the series would have multiple parts. Because once I “knew” Nina, I soon came up with a whole story that I already know how will end.

So everything came from one question: what would she do? Imagining her in action allowed me to develop each situation into something more. I guess this is what creates a storyline for me.

Also some fun tip: lots of songs and scrolling on Pinterest! They always give me cute ideas!

I hope this isn’t too messy🙈🤍 and please tag me when you post about your new OC! I’m so curious🤍

[popgirljpg]

ok, cringy moodboard idea which might've been done before but also, do i care? no

grunge/bad boy lucas wong ft. random girl he's flirting/hooking up with + a tinge of sexual but only if you squint, night time/neon sign/backseat of a car type deal

now, if u are not interested in that, perhaps a cute 7pm grocery shopping with sunghoon where y'all are throwing stuff in the cart u shouldn't buy but you are both hungry for snacks and to go home and watch a movie

now if that doesn't grease your gears, then

idk what else. heeseung ✨ anything ✨

sincerely, your other braincell

the way you literally are my other braincell, you have such good ideas. and yeahhhh i’m going to do both suggestions because i really like them😙✌️

[mothandpidgeon]

Extra Credit (Professor!Dave York AU)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Professor!Dave York x F Reader

Words: 2865

Rating: VERY E 18+!

Warnings: student/teacher quid pro quo (safe to say this falls under DUB CON so please be careful!!!), spanking, humiliation/degradation, oral sex, orgasm denial, spitting, pussy slapping, biting/marking, p in v sex, Dave York

Summary: With graduation on the horizon, you just have to pass Professor Dave York’s class. But a bad choice on the final assignment leaves your grades in jeopardy. But he’s willing to give you extra credit if you can follow instructions.

a/n: First off, PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU MIND THE WARNINGS. I did not see myself sharing this kind of stuff but I guess I'm freaky like that.

Second, I’m sorry this has the plot of a bad p*rno but sometimes it be like that. Thanks @pascalslittlebrat, @starlightmornings and @mouthymandalorian for encouraging this. It is filth. And thank you P for the gorgeous moodboard!!!!

Also, here is my assignment for the class. What subject do you think Professor York teaches? I was thinking Political Science. Would love to hear your ideas.

It was hot in the lecture hall, one of those early spring days when the weather decided winter was officially over. You had only a few more weeks until graduation and you were white knuckling to the end.

It had been a tough semester. You had your classes to deal with and your motivation was dipping. It wasn’t entirely your fault. You’d had to take on a full time job on top of your studies. Your shitty little car always seemed to be in the shop and your roommate had turned into a psychopath so you slept with one eye open.

Professor York’s class was the hardest you’d ever taken. You liked his style, his dry sense of humor as he lectured. But he was difficult to please. Most professors let their TAs do their the grading but not him. No matter how hard you worked on your papers, you couldn’t wrestle anything higher than a B- from Professor York.

The TA was handing back your papers, the last assignment for the semester, and he placed yours face down in front of you. There was no grade on it just red pen that spelled out see me after class in tight, neat handwriting. Fuck.

You looked up to see Professor York glowering at you from his spot at the front of the hall. You approached him as the other students filed out. You wished you could share their relief that this class was finally done but you had a knot in your stomach.

“Have a seat,” he said, taking the paper from you and tapping it in his palm.

There was a chair next to the professor’s desk and you sat down putting your bag beside you.

“Thanks, Tyler,” he said, dismissing the TA.

When the lecture hall was empty, Professor York sat behind the desk, eyes skimming your paper.

“I wanted to talk to you about this,” he said.

You nodded, too nervous to try speaking.

“This is some great work. This is the kind of essay that really sticks with you after you read it,” he said. His brown eyes were warm and soft and he sat forward in his chair.

You were dumbfounded, your anxiety quickly washing away.

“That’s probably how I know I already read this,” he said, his features suddenly darkening.

Your stomach plummeted into your feet. You were such an ass, thinking you could get away with it.

“I don’t tolerate plagiarism,” he told you.

With everything that had been going on this semester, you didn’t have it in you to complete this final assignment. It wasn’t like you were going to get a good grade anyway. You’d been so exhausted, you hardly cared if you got caught when you’d handed it in. But now that you had to face Professor York, you were kicking yourself.

“I find it highly disrespectful that you would try and pass this off as your work. You know you can be expelled for this?” he asked.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out. “I’ve just had so much work to do-“

“I’m not interested in excuses,” he snapped.

You shut your mouth and felt tears bite at your eyes.

“Are you going to cry?” he asked in disgust. “That’s not going to work on me.”

“Professor, if I fail this class I’m not going to graduate. Please. I’ll do anything to just pass,” you said.

“Anything?”

“Anything,” you said. The word sounded so definitive when it left your lips.

Professor York leaned back in his chair, swiping his finger across his lower lip in thought.

“I can give you extra credit but you have to do exactly what I tell you,” he said.

You were so relieved, you nodded breathlessly.

His lips curled into a smile.

“What color panties are you wearing?” He asked.

Your cheeks set on fire but heat also pooled between your legs. “I- what?” You managed.

“Show them to me,” he commanded.

Your whole body flushed and you stared at him, wide eyed. You had to be dreaming. You’d always found Professor York sexy with that grin and his deep voice but he wouldn’t- this wasn’t happening.

“Do you want extra credit or do you want me to give this paper to your advisor?” He asked, his tone suddenly harsh.

You swallowed hard. Why did his words send a shiver down your spine? You picked up the hem of your skirt and lifted it so Professor York could see between your legs. You looked away, blushing deeply.

He made a guttural noise that made you drop your skirt and clench your thighs together.

“Give them to me,” he said.

Your mouth hung open. He looked completely serious, blinking at you slowly as if this was a casual request. You bit down hard on your lip but finally you relented.

You squirmed out of your panties, being careful that you didn’t give him a show in the process, and placed them in his large, outstretched hand.

He put them to his nose, inhaled, and then squirreled them away in his back pocket, all the while watching you with amusement.

“Stand up. Put your hands on the desk,” he said.

You couldn’t move, sitting there with a gaping mouth. Finally he narrowed his eyes and you did as he said. You put your palms against the table top, aware of the vulnerable way you were leaned over. His eyes moved over your form and he wore the same self-satisfied expression that came when a student asked a stupid question.

Once he was finished admiring your obedience, he stood up and walked behind you. Your heart was pumping wildly as he stepped closer and you could smell his cologne, leather and tobacco.

“I‘ll pass you but I don’t want you thinking you’re getting off easy,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said.

He chuckled and your breath caught. You felt him lift your skirt up, the fabric skimming over your bare ass, and you gasped. He didn’t touch you but he made a noise of approval that shot through you.

“I’m going to hit you five times,” he said into your ear. “You tell me if it’s too much.”

You nodded without even knowing you were doing it. What the fuck was happening? You were standing in the empty lecture hall, bent over, ass out, and desperate to graduate. You couldn’t believe Professor York’s audacity and yet you were going to let him spank you like you were a little girl. It wasn’t like you had a choice, you told yourself.

Before you could make sense of it, his hand connected with you and you let out a grunt. Were you getting wet? You definitely should not be enjoying this.

He hit you again and this time a moan escaped from you. You clamped your hand over your mouth.

“Hands on the desk,” he commanded.

You put it back down and another strike came against you. The sound of his punishment seemed to be echoing off the walls of the empty room.

He pulled your hips into him to steady you as he went on. You loved the feeling of his arm wrapped around your middle, holding you firm.

When he was finished, you were nearly shaking, your pulse quick and your lips parted. You were still reeling not least of all due to the fact that you wanted more.

“Good girl,” Professor York purred smoothing his hand over the spot he’d turned red. His fingers dipped between your legs to feel the slick on your lips. “You’re not going to learn your lesson if you’re enjoying this.”

He came up right behind you so he could wrap his hand around your front and stroke at you. You were thankful your palms were braced against the desk because your knees nearly gave out.

“Professor,” you tried.

“Did I say you could speak?” he asked, a hand gripping your hair.

“What if someone comes in?” Your voice shook.

“Then you’ll have to tell them why you’re failing my class,” he said and continued to play his fingers between your legs.

You whimpered. You could feel his hard length through his pants pressed into the tender flesh of your ass. Your head spun. You knew how fucked up this was but you didn’t want it to end. Professor York’s fingers circled you expertly and you felt like you were melting in his hands. You forgot everything— the circumstances that lead you to this moment, that this was your teacher, that you were exposed in public. Nothing existed except for your pleasure building and building.

As the sensation mounted in you, you began to buck against his hand.

“Are you close?” he asked.

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Good,” he replied and suddenly, his hand was gone.

You cried out in desperation. You clenched at nothing, left at the precipice with no relief. You were throbbing almost painfully. Professor York caught your chin in one of his hands, squeezing your face and wrenching your head around to look at him.

“Do you deserve to cum?” he asked.

You thought you might actually cry between your need for his touch and the fear his voice instilled in you.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

You shook your head.

“No,” he confirmed.

He loosened his grip on you and, for the briefest moment that softness returned to his eyes. You looked at him, eyes glassy and practically drooling, wishing he would touch you again.

“Needy girl,” he chided. “On your knees.”

He pulled you to your feet by the back of your skirt and you got down, bare knees and shins on the tile floor. You gazed up at him, still a little nervous, still pulsing between your thighs.

Professor York undid a few of the buttons of your shirt and skimmed his knuckle across your breast with a hum.

“Maybe I should take this too. Matching set,” he said. He snapped your bra strap which made you jump. “Off.”

He palmed the bulge in his pants as he watched you remove your shirt and unhook your bra. He squeezed one of your tits and pinched your pebbled nipple until you flinched.

“You want to pass?” he asked you, repeating the motion on the other side.

You nodded and he arched an eyebrow.

“Yes,” you said.

“You want to please me?” Now his hand ran gently along your jawline.

“Yes,” you breathed. You’d been trying all this time, studying hard, staying up all night to perfect your papers. Now you had a new goal in mind though you were afraid it was just as unattainable.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed and when you did he spit into it. “Don’t swallow that.”

You stayed like that, with your mouth open as he released himself from his pants. There was a dark patch on his boxer briefs stained by precum. You watched him wildly as he pulled at himself and a glistening bead appeared at his tip. Saliva, yours or his, was dribbling out of the corners of your mouth, dripping on your hard nipples.

“Don’t you look pretty. I hope you can suck cock better than you write papers,” he mocked.

For some reason this was what made your eyes pop. You asked yourself if you were really going to suck off your professor for a good grade. As if you hadn’t just handed him your panties. As if you hadn’t just let him smack your ass. As if your thighs weren’t drenched with your own slick.

He approached you, still stroking himself and you were jealous. You wanted that friction on yourself, were dying for more.

You didn’t have to be told what to do. You wrapped your wet lips around his thick length and your tongue swirled around him.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded.

You looked up at him, and grasped his shaft in your hand as you sunk your mouth around him as far as you could go. Your saliva dripped down his cock pooling in your fist.

“Fuck,” he said.

That word excited you. You kept going, watching him try to keep his eyes open as you surrounded him. The noise of your lips on him was almost disgusting, wet and squelching, and yet it was driving you insane. You clenched your core for some kind of relief that wouldn’t come.

He thrust deeper into your mouth and you tried to take him in but gagged. You pulled away, his cock bouncing out of your mouth and you coughed.

“Good girl,” he said. “Look at you trying to earn that extra credit.”

Tears stung in your eyes as you tried to recover.

“You still want to cum?” he asked, one hand pumping himself slowly.

You nodded timidly. More than anything in the fucking world. But you didn’t want to seem too eager, aware that he was ready at any moment to rescind the offer.

“Sit on the desk,” he said and you did. “Greedy little brat.”

Professor York slid your skirt up your thighs and that sensation alone felt erotic. He inserted two fingers into your mouth and you sucked them hungrily while he grinned.

He slid them across your folds and you were already so sensitive your back arched. He surprised you by getting down on his knees, opening your legs and throwing your thighs over his shoulders. You leaned back on your hands, laid out across the desk, fully on display.

You heard a noise in the hallway and gasped, your head snapping towards the door. But your attention was immediately drawn back to Professor York when you felt him smack you between the legs.

“Do you want to cum or not?”

“Please,” you begged.

He gave you a dark smile and then began nipping at the inside of your thighs. When he got closer to your center, he bit and sucked hard. You let out a breath, a mix of pleasure and pain.

“When you think about this later, I want you to touch yourself and look at this,” he said, swiping the pad of his thumb over the welt he’d just left there.

You let out a shuddering breath and he began to nibble at your clit between his lips. When your hand automatically shot into his hair, he grabbed you by the wrist and removed it, holding your palm against the desk. His tongue lavished you, churning you into a frenzy, and it didn’t take long before you were back where you’d been before. You were panting and grinding your hips into him.

This time he let you hit your high and you trembled and thrashed as he worked at you. It felt like you’d been wiped out by a wave, not being able to sense up from down. You were mewling and shaking when you finally begged him to stop, overwhelmed and cloyed.

He stood and wiped you from his chin and then said, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

You nodded frantically. He pushed into you and you were sure he could feel you still fluttering around him. You were wetter than you could ever remember but still he was difficult for you to take and you inhaled sharply. He didn’t seem to care, snapping his hips into you and grunting, one hand balling your skirt in his fist against you. Soon, though, you were lost in the sensation of his thrusts.

You didn’t even realize that you were whining loudly as he fucked you, your head thrown back in ecstasy. Professor York took your panties from his pocket and shoved them in your mouth to stifle your cries.

“You’re going to have to quiet down,” he rasped.

You whimpered against the fabric in your mouth and he smiled wickedly. He put his hand around the back of your neck to draw you in closer and he pressed into you faster and faster. He pulled out and you heard your own muffled moan at the loss of him. He worked at himself, spilling over your thigh and on your skirt with a groan.

Both of you took a moment to catch your breath and you watched as the professor leaned over you on his hands, swallowed, and then stood up, as composed as ever. He laughed quietly to himself as he took the panties out of your mouth and smoothed his hair.

“Put your clothes on. I have another class to get to,” he said, handing you a handkerchief and zipping himself up. He slid your panties back in his pocket.

You felt shaky on your feet after you’d mopped up his spend. You got dressed wondering how you were going to get through the rest of the day commando, with a ruined skirt, and the remnants of your professor’s cum drying onto your skin. He didn’t say anything else. You hooked your bag over your shoulder and Professor York looked you up and down one last time. He handed you back your essay. It was soaked through down the middle and you realized you’d been sitting on it on the desk. At the top was a new note in red pen: see me after graduation and his phone number.

You got an A.

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[15-dogs]

i need more |h.g.|

pairing: hermione granger x fem!reader

summary: hermione never seems to want you the way you want her, even if she claims that you’re dating (based on the song sports by beach bunny, angst angst angst, secret relationship, jealousy)

warnings: none

guide: (Y/N) = your name, lyrics in italics

word count: 1.4K

a/n: i’m sorry in advance i feel like this is really bad akdfljk i’ve never written hermione before and i’ve never made a moodboard sorry sorry i hope you like it

If you feel lonely,

I could be lonely with you.

You and Hermione were alone in the common room, your lips ghosting over hers. You nudged her nose with your own and she groaned at how close you were. It was so tempting but she didn’t want to give in.

“What’s wrong?” you teased, feigning innocence. “Are you okay?”

“(Y/N),” she groaned. 

Her head teetered forward towards your lips, waiting for you to make the first move. You chuckled, carding your hand through her bushy hair. She looked impossibly adorable with her lip pouted, waiting for you to kiss her. A part of you felt bad for holding out on her but you kept confirming to yourself that you needed to.

Hermione explained that she didn’t want to go public about your relationship, what your “relationship” was. That never bothered you. She could take all the time in the world if she needed to and you were always going to be sure that you wanted her. But as time went on, you weren’t even sure that she wanted you. You initiated every romantic encounter and some days it felt like she wasn’t even trying to make whatever you two were work. She was always confident in everything she did, so why wasn’t she confident in your relationship?

Hermione began to drift towards your lips, your eyes fluttering shut and a blissed out smile stretching across your lips. As soon as you met that peace, Hermione gasped and shoved you off with a hurried, “Sorry.”

That was not a strange occurrence, but it certainly wasn’t welcomed.

“Somebody’s coming,” she whispered as she flattened her clothing and smoothed out the spot in the couch you had just sat on.

“Right,” you grumbled as you fell into the chair across from her. You yanked a notebook from the bag that sat beside the chair, doodling aimlessly as you pretended to be working.

Tell me, baby,

why do you seem so blue?

Hermione shot you a pained look as the door to the common room swung open. Harry and Ron tumbled out, joking about something that you were too distracted to listen to.

Harry flashed a kind smile at you as he fell into the chair across from you while Ron sunk into the spot next to Hermione. You were trying so hard not to look up but you almost couldn’t help it. You could hear Hermione’s harmonic laugh-- the one that she always did when you told a joke-- and saw Ron joking with her as she did her homework.

Why are we so complicated?

Maybe love is overrated.

Your heart ached for her. It was selfish, you knew that, wanting to take her away from Ron and hold her in your arms but the thought consumed your body. You just wanted people to know how much you cared for Hermione. You wanted Hermione herself to know. Sometimes it felt like she didn’t.

But the more you thought about it, the less you could blame yourself. You put your everything into the relationship you had with her and she just...didn’t. And for the first time in your months of seeing Hermione you began to feel like things were too broken to fix.

A thought began to stir in your head. A thought that couldn’t be answered by anyone but Hermione. So you waited for everyone to go off to their common rooms, lying to Ron and Harry about why you and Hermione were staying up late.

“I just wanted to review for the N.E.W.T.s and whatnot,” you claimed. Hermione looked over at you, subtly quirking her brow before turning back to the boys with a smile. “We’ll see you tomorrow. Night, Harry, Ron.”

The two friends mumbled their goodnights to you two, stumbling up the stairs in tired stupor. As soon as they were gone, you slid onto the couch next to Hermione.

“What’s going on, (Y/N)?”

You took in a sobering breath, meeting her concerned gaze as you pushed through the constricting feeling on your throat. “What are we, ‘Mione?”

She blinked in surprise. “I don’t understand.”

“What are we?” you repeated. “Because it doesn’t feel like you’re my girlfriend. And if you don’t want to be, that’s fine! Just please, tell me.”

Her mouth shot open to protest but faltered. She sat in silence, pondering what you had said, her brow creasing with concern.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You picked up your bag and made your way up to the dorms, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes. You heard her feet padding up the stairs behind you until she grabbed you by the elbow.

“Just give me some time,” she whispered, “just a little time.”

You nodded, knowing that no amount of time was going to change her answer to your question.

I’m tired of waiting,

I was never good at sports.

It had been a few days and you had yet to hear from Hermione. She seemed to be perfectly content with ignoring you and you had to pretend that your heart didn’t break a little each time she did.

You had no idea what you were holding out for. Somewhere deep inside your heart you hoped that Hermione would tell you how she felt, tell you that she was mad for you and she would try harder to make things work but you knew it was impossible, not when she couldn’t look you in the eye.

Save the games for the girls on the tennis courts.

It came down to another night in the common room. Harry and Ron had gone to bed, leaving just you and Hermione there. You stared at her perfectly sculpted face, scolding yourself for the butterflies in your stomach when you knew nothing good was about to come.

The room was silent save for the wood crackling the fireplace. Hermione cleared her throat, finally looking up at you.

“Are we going to do this now?” she asked, timid.

You were shaking. Everything led up to this spectacular moment of ruin, a colosseum on its last pillars ready to collapse.

“Yes, I think we need to.”

Say you need me,

but lately, you feel unsure.

Hermione shook her head. You could barely look at her. There was too much pain swimming behind her eyes. She swallowed hard. 

“What do you want from me?”

Your breathing became jagged out your nose. That terrible choking feeling grew tighter around your throat, preventing you from saying what you needed to say. You ran a hand down your face, closing your eyes for a fraction of a second.

“I just want you to want me.”

Hermione scoffed. “But I do want-”

“Do you?” The words flew out of you before you had time to think about them. Hermione’s chocolate eyes glassed over and a sinking feeling appeared in your stomach. “Because if I thought that you did, then we wouldn’t be here-- we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Hermione tucked her legs underneath her, tugging her sweater tighter around her chest. She chewed her bottom lip, her long lashes fluttering as she processed your words. After a silence that lasted an eternity, she spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry.”

And it was then you knew your worst nightmare was confirmed.

You stood up from the couch, thumbing the hem of your cardigan as you approached Hermione, taking a seat next to her on the couch. She looked up at you, all sorrow and innocence, and reached out to link your hands. You took the invitation with a wry exhale, leaning in for the very last time to place a kiss against her chapped lips. 

Energy coursed through you, but not in the way it used to. Kissing Hermione, as cliche as it sounds, used to be like fireworks being set off or electricity in your veins, but that last kiss was like the final embers of a fire going out or the spine of an old book cracking as you closed it, never to be opened again.

You rested your forehead against hers, relishing in that last moment.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get over you Hermione.”

And with that, you ascended the staircase to the dorms, the taste of her on your lips.

Come on to me, come on to me,

I need more.

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Sapere Aude - Part 5

Book: The Royal Heir

Pairing: King Liam Rys x Queen Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Catch Up Here

Series Description: I developed a theory of what I think will happen in TRH Book 4, and I was encouraged by some very lovely people to turn my theory into a fic, so here it is. Basically, Riley is recruited to join the Via Imperii, this series will follow her as she joins them to try and bring them down from the inside, and all of the drama and bombshells she learns along the way. Sapere Aude is Latin for “dare to know” it seemed like an appropriate title.

Rating: PG-13 Adult language, allusions to smut (but nothing graphic), discussions of death, conspiracy, blackmail, and other adult themes.

Warning: The Royal Heir Book 3 Spoilers all over the place.

Word Count: 3,189

Notes: This is kind of a transitional chapter, no major plot movement (but there is some major Uncle Drake time, if that helps). If I had combined it with the next chapter, it would have been way too long. I promise I’m going to make up for it in the next chapter. 

As always, one love to my pre-readers @texaskitten30​ & @txemrn​, I’m surprising you both with some extra content that was not in the preread (chapter 6 got way too long, so I took the opening fluff and added it to the end of this chapter). And thank you @twinkleallnight​ for my moodboard!

Tags: Everyone is tagged below, whether or not you get notified of said tag, I guess that’s in the hands of the Tumblr gods 🤷🏻‍♀️

Riley’s eyes slowly fluttered open as she took in her surroundings, she was in an ornate bedroom that she didn’t recognize. “Oh good, you’re awake.” Mara walked toward the bed from the corner of the room where she had been sitting. 

“Mara, what happened?” Riley asked.

“You passed out, you had me worried for a moment there.” Mara poured her a glass of water from the pitcher on the nightstand. 

Memories started coming back to Riley, she remembered being at the event and taking mental note of the members in attendance. Then she remembered the speaker approaching the podium, it was Liam’s mother. Nope, that can’t be right. I had already passed out at that point. That was a dream, some weird Wizard of Oz shit. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Riley watched as Mara rushed over to the door, opening it slightly and saying something to the person on the other side. Riley tried, but she was unable to hear what was being said.

“Who was that?” Riley asked as Mara closed the door and headed back to her bedside. 

“Just someone checking on you. Tell me what you remember about what happened?” 

“Nothing really, I remember being in the room and looking around, then everything went black. I had the weirdest dream while I was out though. Liam’s mother, she was up at the podium, giving a speech.” She took in Mara’s serious expression, and started feeling uneasy again. “Mara, that was a dream...right? Liam’s mother died a long time ago.”

Mara took a deep breath, “Actually, that was not a dream, Eleanor is the leader of the Via Imperii’s Cordonian chapter.”

“But why? How? She’s been alive this whole time?” Just when I thought this couldn’t get weirder. Maybe I’m still dreaming, I haven’t woken up yet. Yeah, that’s it. She pinched her arm and quickly flinched in pain. Nope, definitely real life. Liam’s mother is alive, she has been this whole time. Liam has spent most of his life mourning a woman that not only betrayed his family, but that wasn’t even dead. How is it possible that things are still getting worse? 

“I believe that is something she is more qualified to answer herself. She is outside waiting to speak with you. Should I let her in?”

“I don’t know. What do I say? How am I supposed to act? What does one say to their dead mother-in-law that isn’t actually dead?” There was a slight tremble in her voice. “Mara, I’m freaking the fuck out here. What am I supposed to do?”

Mara sat on the side of the bed and put a comforting hand on Riley’s shoulder. “It is entirely your decision, but I promise you, things will become much more clear once you speak with her. I know this is a shock, but just listen to her.”

Riley closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, trying to center herself. “Ok, let her in.” 

Aside from a few creases along her mouth and eyes, you would have sworn that the woman entering the room had stepped right out of the many photographs Liam had shown Riley over the years. Damn, I guess faking your death is a pretty good anti-aging cure. As Eleanor approached, Riley sat up further on the bed and leaned her back against the headboard. 

“Riley, I can’t tell you how happy I am to finally be sitting down with you. We have so much to discuss.” Eleanor took the chair from the vanity and placed it next to the bed.

Understatement of the century. “I have so many questions, I don’t even know where to start.”

“I’m sure you do dear, and I will answer all of them, but you have already been through so much tonight. You need your rest.” She patted RIley’s hand soothingly. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I would like to come by Valtoria tomorrow for brunch, we can talk then.”

“Valtoria...my Valtoria? But you’re supposed to be dead, everyone will see you. Drake will see you, he’ll know who you are.” Riley started to panic. “Eleanor is there...I mean, my Eleanor...Eleanor the second?” 

“Shh, it’s alright Riley. As much as I would love to meet my granddaughter, you are absolutely right, she and Drake can’t know that I am there. Just tell them you have a meeting, and ask Drake to take her out for a bit. Knowing him, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take her on a little nature walk. As far as being seen, I’ve managed this long without my secret getting out. Don’t worry, I have my ways of running under the radar.”

Riley could only nod, her head still swimming with all of these thoughts and questions. Eleanor stood, giving Riley a kind goodbye and leaving the room. 

After a little more rest, and time to process the conversation she just had, Mara escorted Riley out of the estate and brought her back to Valtoria. Riley was looking forward to the comfort of being in her own home, and seeing her daughter. Eleanor was no doubt asleep already, but even just checking in on her and seeing that little face, was the most calm Riley could hope for at the moment. 

As she entered her daughter’s bedroom, she smiled to herself. Eleanor was asleep on her Uncle’s lap, while he also snored soundly, the book they were reading long forgotten on the floor in front of them. Riley gently lifted her daughter out of Drake’s arms, causing him to stir. 

“Hey Brooks. Sorry, she must have really worn me out.” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he stood out of the oversized armchair. 

Riley gently laid her still sleeping daughter in the bed, and kissed her forehead as she tucked her in. “Trust me, if anyone understands it’s me.” She turned to her friend and gave him a hug. “Thank you so much for staying with her, Drake. I always feel better leaving her with a friend when Liam and I can’t be there.” 

The exhaustion and stress were evident in Riley’s voice. A concerned Drake nodded toward the door, signaling that they should leave Eleanor to sleep. “Are you alright? You’ve been acting weird, different, all day.” He asked as he gently shut the door behind them.

“Yea, I’m good, I promise.” Riley lied. “This event tonight, it was just one of those things that would have been so much easier with Liam. I mean, they all are, but you know what I mean.” Drake nodded as he put his arm around her shoulder and they walked toward her room. “Hey, do you mind taking Eleanor out for a bit tomorrow, like late morning-ish? I had someone tonight request a meeting, and it’s kind of time sensitive.”

“Of course, that’s what I came for. Maybe I’ll take her fishing. Would that be ok? I’d love to teach her.” 

Riley smiled at his enthusiasm, but the smile didn’t quite meet her eyes. Drake noticed. “I think that would be a great idea. I believe the gear you got her for her birthday is in the sporting shed.” 

“You know I’m not going to let this go, right? Something’s going on with you and Liam. You’re my best friends, I’m not going to just sit here and pretend something isn’t bothering you guys.”

Riley checked either side of the hallway before leading Drake into her room. As she shut the door with one hand, she raised the other to her face, signaling for Drake to be quiet. She grabbed her phone and opened the notepad app, typing a message to Drake.

Do you know how to check for bugs?

Drake furrowed his brows and nodded his head. 

Do it. 

Drake did a full sweep of the room and the balcony, and returned to Riley, who was now sitting on the bench at the end of her bed. “Alright, we’re good. Now what the hell is going on?”

She explained about the Via Imperii to Drake. She didn’t tell him everything, and she definitely didn’t tell him that Liam’s mother is alive, or that that was the meeting she was taking tomorrow. Drake listened intently to everything, his only interruption was a ‘fucking Neville’ when she was telling him about the other members. She told him that one of the higher ups from the organization wanted to meet with her tomorrow, not a lie, and that’s why she wanted him to take Eleanor out of the estate for a while. 

Everything that had happened since she and Liam stepped out of the palace doors that morning suddenly made sense to Drake. And it now made sense why Liam had asked him to go with them instead of Maxwell. He wanted protection for his family, not just someone to keep them company. 

“Ok, so who else knows? What can I do?”

“Liam wanted to wait until we had some more information to tell anyone else. I know I probably should have waited to talk to him first, but tonight was awful Drake, just so damn awful. And I can’t call Liam and tell him, because I don’t know if they’re listening to our calls, and I can’t keep it all to myself for another 48 hours.” She sighed deeply and ran a hand through her hair. “He just didn’t want us accidentally telling someone that was part of it. I’m so sorry we didn’t tell you. It’s not that we didn’t think we could trust you. It’s just, finding out his mother was involved, it hit him hard, Drake. I think he just feels so betrayed by her, it’s making him extra cautious of our inner circle.”

Drake pulled her into a hug and held her close. “Hey, it’s alright, I totally get it. If I found out something like that, I mean, I can’t even imagine.”

As they separated, Riley let out a yawn. “I should probably at least try to get some sleep. Thanks Drake, for everything.”

“Yea, of course. You guys are my family, I’ll always be here. You sure you’ll be alright?”

Riley nodded and walked him to the door. They said their good nights, and Drake headed down the hall to his room, while Riley shut the door and changed into her pajamas. She laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. She spent most of the night wondering what Eleanor would say to her tomorrow, and listing out all of the questions she was going to ask. She was grateful that she was given a chance to gather her thoughts before having to go too deep with her. She would finally be able to walk into a Via Imperii interaction prepared. Or so she hoped. 

Riley never got a good night's sleep when she and Liam were apart. She had grown accustomed to falling asleep in his arms, and no weighted blanket on the planet could replicate that feeling. The emptiness of her bed, combined with the events of the night before, and Riley wasn’t sure anything that happened over the last couple of hours could even be considered sleep. She nodded off a couple of times, but every time the REM cycle started to kick in, she would see Liam’s mother and be jolted awake. Finally, she couldn’t take the tossing and turning any longer, so she got out of bed and decided to work with Gladys to make preparations for their meeting. 

Before she did that, she wanted to go get Eleanor and make sure she was up and ready for her fishing date with Uncle Drake. As she entered her daughter’s bedroom, she saw Eleanor sitting at her table, with her back to the door, having a tea party with her stuffed animals. “Good morning, Princess.”

Eleanor turned and smiled, immediately running up to her and wrapping her arms around Riley. “Hi Mommy, come have tea with us!” She grabbed her mother’s hand and walked her to the small table. She moved one of the stuffed animals out of it’s chair, kissing it on the nose and placing it on the bed. “Sorry Woogie. Mommy, sit.” She pointed at the now empty chair. 

“Eleanor, remember our manners?” Riley raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Mommy sit...please?” She looked up with a questioning expression. 

“That’s my girl.”

They sat and ‘drank tea’, Eleanor explaining every moment of her evening with her uncle the night before with so much enthusiasm. Riley watched Eleanor’s arms gesture wildly as she talked about the game of hide and seek that they played. 

Eleanor stopped her story at the sound of Riley’s phone ringing, and squealed with excitement at the sight of her father’s face on the screen. “It’s Daddy, it’s Daddy!”

“Here, you answer it, he’ll be happy to see your face.” Riley swiped accept on the video call request, and handed the phone to Eleanor. 

Riley sat back and watched the two most important people in her life talking and laughing like there wasn’t a care in the world, when Riley knew that that world was actually in the process of crumbling. She made sure that Eleanor got the phone first so that she could take that time to compose herself before she talked to Liam. They would talk, but she couldn’t tell him anything about last night. Even if she could, a FaceTime call was not the way to deliver that news. She snapped out of her thought when she heard Liam from the other side of the phone.

“I love you too, princess. Can you please give the phone to Mommy?”

As Riley took the phone, she stood from her seat, giving Eleanor a kiss on the head. “I’m going to go talk to Daddy, Finish up your tea party, Uncle Drake is going to be taking you fishing soon.”

“YAY! Fishies!”

Riley exited the room and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath before holding the phone up to her face. “Good morning, handsome.” She smiled softly at the sight of her husband on the other end.

“Hello, beautiful. How did you sleep?” 

“Do you really need to ask? You know you’ve spoiled me all these years, I can’t fall asleep without you.” She was determined to keep the conversation light. If it veered away from that at all, she wasn’t sure she would be able to hold back. Especially with the lack of sleep she was experiencing. 

“Trust me love, I understand. I’m already on my third cup of coffee, just one more night, and we will be together again.” His eyes said everything he wasn’t able to say in that call. They were having a silent conversation about how awful the previous night had been for Riley, and how sorry he was , how badly he wanted to be there to hold her and make it all go away. 

“It’s going to be the longest night of my life, just so you know.” She sighed, checking her watch briefly. “Liam, I have to go. I had a last minute meeting come up, and I have to go get everything ready.”

Liam nodded, knowing exactly what the meeting was in reference to, or so he thought. “Of course, I have to get ready for my day as well. I will call you later on to check in. I love you Riley, I will see you tomorrow.”

“I love you too, Liam.” She ended the call, and a single tear trailed down her cheek. She wiped it away and stood up straight. She didn’t have time to break down, she had a brunch to host. 

Riley worked with Gladys to prepare the solarium for her brunch meeting. Liam had told her how much his mother loved the gardens at the palace, so she thought that this would be an appropriate setting for their meeting. Sure, the circumstances were anything but pleasant, but this was still Eleanor Rys. This woman brought Liam, her Liam, into the world. No matter what happened in this meeting, or what became of this relationship, she would be eternally grateful to this woman for giving her the love of her life. 

She impressed on Gladys the importance of privacy for this meeting, all food and beverages were to be set out ahead of their guest’s arrival, chafing dishes and coffee carafes sat on one of the tables to ensure no servers needed to enter the room. Once the door was shut, nobody was to enter until the Queen said so. Eleanor had gone this long living under the radar, Riley certainly wasn’t going to be the one to ruin her life as a dead woman. 

Once the instructions had been laid out for the staff, Riley moved to the entryway of the estate to see Drake and Eleanor off on their fishing adventure. She walked in just as Drake was handing Eleanor her mini, hot pink, fishing rod. “Here you go, kiddo. Make sure you hold it up like this, so that you don’t poke anyone while you’re walking.”

She got a mischievous gleam in her eye. One that Drake instantly recognized from the countless times it flashed across Riley’s face, right before she’d do something that drove him crazy. Eleanor turned the rod, holding it horizontally, and jabbing it into Drake’s shins. “Poke poke poke!” 

Riley burst out laughing causing Drake to snap his head in her direction, and giving Eleanor the encouragement she needed to continue her assault on her Uncle. “To be fair, you kind of asked for it. You gave her step by step instructions.”

“Of what not to do! I guess I forgot who's kid I was talking to.” He gently took the rod out of Eleanor’s hand. “Here, I’ll carry it out to the car for you princess.”

“Thank you Uncle Drake!” She ran into her mother’s arms. “Bye Mommy!”

“Bye baby girl. Be a good princess, and make sure you do everything Uncle Drake says.” She gave Eleanor one more squeeze and let her go before approaching Drake. “Thanks for doing this, I know you didn’t expect to spend the whole weekend on babysitting duty.”

“Hey, it’s nothing. I wanted to get some fishing in while I was here anyway, always nice to have a little company.” He ruffled Eleanor’s hair as his face turned more serious. “You going to be ok?”

“The image of my daughter ramming a fishing rod into your shins should be enough to get me through it.” 

“She hangs out with you too much. She needs to spend more time with Liam so she can learn that stoicism shit.” They both laughed as he pulled her into a quick hug. “We’ll be back in a few hours.”

Riley waved as they exited the estate. Yup, that’s my daughter. Taught her everything she knows. She smiled to herself at the thought. She saw Mara approach out of the corner of her eye, and turned to face her. 

“Your appointment is here ma’am, she’s waiting for you in the solarium.”

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[sweetjekyll]

Writerly contemplation tag!

tagged by the lovely @j-pping; thank you for the tag!

this might end up being long so I’ll add a read more cut ☺️

2020

what was the most challenging part of writing this year?

I guess the most challenging part of writing this year was tuning out the real world. I’ve always used reading and writing as a form of coping and escapism from all the things that were troubling me. Unfortunately there were times when simply reading and writing weren’t helping me and I took so many breaks, postponed so many WIPs I was excited about... I ended up beating myself down for not being able to keep up with an expectation I had for myself and my writing. Considering 2020 was hell for everyone, I came to terms with myself that it cannot be always my fault, I can’t blame myself for not being able to do things I set my mind to do, sometimes there are obstacles that take time for you to cross.

I’m just going to quickly mention stressful anons and hopefully get a point across for all fan fictions writers. WE ARE NOT ROBOTS. WE ARE HUMAN. All of us write for many personal reasons, mine are that I just love writing things which I wish to read! Simple as that. What I wish for some rude people to understand is that the least you could do for us creators is be thankful and be kind to us, give feedback and constructive criticism, share our work. I don’t understand why you are scared of the reblog button. When I go through my notes and take a look at some blogs, they are empty. No one is paying us to contribute creatively to the fandom, you are enjoying our content for free while we put hard work and our free time into it, so why should we “hurry up”, “update faster” and “write more/this/that”? Please, remember that we are people too, and the toxicity some people spread on anonymous asks is just incredibly baffling and hurtful to me. If you, as a reader, believe that my request is nonsense and my words are too harsh, then perhaps you should reconsider how you’re viewing content creators before disagreeing without a valid reason.

what was the most enjoyable/rewarding part of writing this year?

The happiness that came from writing something which I enjoyed reading as well! I have been a writer for years on another platform until I had to take a long hiatus because of writer’s block and depression. For how cheesy this may sound, the most enjoyable and rewarding part of writing is in fact writing something that makes me happy even if I’m torturing my characters and traumatizing them. There is truly no point for me to write things that I don’t feel I am enjoying. As I have said other times before on the blog, I would much rather post something that makes me happy, than post something just to get notes from silent readers.

what piece has left the most impact on you and why?

Given the fact that I have not written a lot because of my constant mental health breaks (yes 2020 had me on rollercoaster mental breakdowns more often than usual), I have to say that Damaged is what really kept me entertained with myself and perhaps sane. It has been way too long since I’ve taken on something so creative as building an entire universe from just a dream, but it’s what reminded me why I love writing so much, it reignited my passion. With this story I really wanted to challenge myself to write something unique, something I’ve never done before with any other work... And I admit it’s quite difficult; the easiest part was taking inspiration from EXO’s lore, but the hardest was incorporating it in a universe and storyline completely different to the original concept. It’s something I’m set on finishing as a complete multi-chapter story no matter how long it takes.

what have you learned about yourself through the process of writing in the past year?

To be completely honest, I learned that I can push myself out of my comfort zone when writing, because every piece is a fictional world of its own, every character can be more than a copy and paste personality. What do I truly learn about myself if I don’t explore things I have not thought about before? I learned that I should not be afraid to write of things that I don’t know or fully understand, specifically about things that I didn’t post but tried for just for fun. It is a good way of finding out whether a certain subjects interests me or doesn’t. I love doing lots of research and gather information for the stories I’m writing, you get to learn about stuff you usually would never think about.

how has your writing changed in the past year? how have you grown?

Well, I don’t really have anything to compare my writing to except my older fan fictions for movies and tv shows. I guess I have changed quite a lot since 2018; my writing style has become more fluid, at least I think it has. I’m also able to write longer chapters without feeling as if I am dragging it out for the sake of the word count, yet now I have to literally stop myself from just writing too much! It pleases me, to be honest. I remember struggling to sometimes put ideas into words and balance narrative, dialogue and descriptions.

2021

ignoring your wips for a second, if you had all the time and energy in the world to write your magnum opus piece, what would it be about? why is that the dream story you’d write, all other things controlled for?

This can go back to Damaged, honestly! It’s something that I haven’t finished writing and it will be a long story. It’s the fan fiction which has gotten me out of a 2-year-long writer’s block with such strength, I feel truly attached to it. As I mentioned in one of my first answers for 2020, this is the WIP I want to focus on the most and be proud of it.

how do you want to grow in your writing this year?

I mentioned this is my first 2021 post after I took a short break, but one of my resolutions for this year is to work on self acceptance when it comes to my projects. (I’ll copy and paste what I wrote there so I don’t repeat myself with other words) One of my resolutions for 2021 is to write more, to not be afraid of beginning something and even if I end up setting the story aside, at least I will have gotten it out on (digital) paper. I punish myself way too much when I’m not able to finish something, and that is truly one of the worst things a content creators can go through, in my opinion. I have many drafted works that may or may never be published and I wish to appreciate them more instead of dwelling on the fact of what they could have been.

what’s one thing you’d wish to see in the fan-writing community this year?

I wish for more love and recognition of the amazing and talented writers that share their content with everyone on tumblr. We are a community, or at least we are supposed to be. I would absolutely love to see more readers actively interacting with writers, share ideas, share art inspired by what you read! As readers, you can contribute as well by sharing moodboards, song recommendations and/or playlists! You are more than welcome to join us in the community as writers too! 

As for myself, I have mentioned this towards last year but I still want to compile a list of all the writers I am currently following and read their works. I haven’t been in a good mindset to do that for a long time and I wish to get to know them. I’m a pretty shy person who struggles to start up a conversation, so I hope I get to make some friends on tumblr this year!

name one new thing you want to try doing in your writing this year.

I would like to make a list of aus and experiment with them for either one shots or some short series! I have so many creative ideas and thoughts but I always forget to take a note or maybe I’m doing something else and I end up getting caught up in a stream of consciousness, until I lose the initial spark. Also mentioned plenty of times, I would love to write for other groups, like nct, but for now I’ll focus on exo.

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anyway, that was it for my writerly contemplation tag!

I’m tagging a few fellow writers, but feel free to ignore for any reason! sorry if I forgot someone but feel free to do this even if I didn’t tag you!! @pororodks @velvetsehun @yeoldontknow @yeagerluvr @soos-goddess @shaalk @mooneylooney1 @dewbebe

[alphaofdarkness]

not me here for the oc ask ! can't wait to answer the ones you asked me, tomorrow i have my exam and then i shall live again haha ! but now i'll ask you 1, 2, 17, 18, 19, 20 and 31 — i know, it is a lot ( you don't have to do them all 💕) , but i really want to know something more about your wonderful babies and Dany ofc ! I missed her sm during this semi-hiatus 🤧💕💕💕 hope you're doing fine, sending you lots of love 💞💕💘

@carmenio Edgy!! 🥺 so happy to hear from you! ✨ I love these kinds of asks, especially on my many, many OC babies! I hope these answers are good and interesting to thee! I’ll present more info on Dany to some way, some how cause I love her 😭💖

I have gone and included the other questions you asked as well! 🤗 Let’s dive in! 😳

1. Gone and Answered Here ! UwU

2. Do you have a personal favorite among your OCs?

Personal favorite is often shown in the one I draw the most lol, which for a long time was Danielle LWW, but just because she was also my wolfsona at the time. After I made my own personal one I think I went onto Sam for a good while, also eventually going to Dany from Bsd!

So a tie between two beautiful girls, Sam is definitely my favorite LWW Oc, she is just precious and the one I hold the most and most always feel terrible and bad when I put her through it TM. 

Also Dany is my self insert, U//w//U, she has definitely allowed me to slowly self love and allow me to appreciate myself, especially the parts of me I didn’t think to much about or consider so appealing, I think? She has definitely been changing gradually into more of myself since I first came up with her almost 2 years ago! Watch me slowly knock her down to my height of 4′9″, let her have her 3 inches for another year maybe lol.

My dearest Atsushi agrees lol ✨🐯

17. Any OC OTPs? 

👀 lol yesss~ so many and so many crack ships too, which I'll answer next 😂

I’ll just go on and list them off, plenty more of them but~:

DanyJay

SoraYama

LidiaTom

AlikLucy

IsabelleKayla

AlexanderIsabelle

DarkwolfmonJatomon

JatamonRaiwolfmon

EarthamonHounmon

HumaamonWolverimon

And lastly TakaSam is the one I have definitely drawn and thought of the most! They are the top OTP and just best trope of Childhood Friends to Lovers trope, also filling in that trope of Oblivious to both of them but everyone else 🙄. While SoraYama may have been the OG Couple in my story, my love and warmth for TakaSam is unmatched TwT.

It is wild cause I always draw anguish between them as could-have-been-lovers-had-it-not-been-for-death, but recently been drawing them purely happy and content. Total sweethearts, the love everyone wants, excluding possibility of being old friends or not!

18. Any OC crackships?

L o l, I never seem to focus on the main couples because of this specific thing.

I’ll again just go off in list an maybe add a trope or something to get an idea of them:

DanyYama: Rivals, Constantly arguing, and can be petty as heck, but oh the potential and just possibility of opening up after the traumaTM 👀 also the couple that is always in your face about being in a relationship.

DanySora: Sparing partners, the sass and stubbornness, BiPan solidarity 👀

DanyLidia: Pure, wholesome, best friends and so much hugging and lifting from the tol to smol, the nature love vibes

SamJay: Wholesome, soft, healing together from traumaTM, protectiveness, also their Digimon were lovers and married in their previous life, what does that make us? 😳

SamDany: Mostly sibling-like relationship, but damn they have that Sun and Moon tropes?! How can you not possibly ship them!

SamLula: Shy and Confident, Bisexual/Lesbian solidarity 💕✨

JaySora: Opposite of the DanyYama tropes, why are our partners constantly arguing, can they please stop, pure and soft together.

DanyTaka: Digimon Au specifically, Oh you and I are the voice of the revolution? We are rallying up the troops together? Oh boi my Digimon feels love for yours, am I falling for you or are we falling together? Depression buddies but also each others hope and spirit boost ;;w;;

Any of the Warriors with the Sins: A whole lo t of mess, and just not healthy ... but I can already seen fandom people sayin g otherwise~

LustWrath: Spicy, no strings attached kind of deal.

WrathEnvy: ...Oof um, not healthy, kind of manipulative, we are devils there is nothing but toxic vibes.

PrideWrath: Rulers, King and Queen vibes, Yeah we are toxic for each other, f*** off.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

Definitely Darkwolfmon! I am sure I explained in the first question why, but again I consider her to be that other half of me, the part of me I never discovered or the parts that essentially fill in the gaps within me. She is my precious partner Digimon and has honestly come a long, long way since I first created her. I believe sometime in 2009-2010, so almost 11-12 years since. She was the first ever OC of mine and is one I hold closest too in my heart.

For the longest time, even too now, I have always wanted her to just manifest at my side. Go on this journey of life together. While she might not be physically here like my child-self would want, she is still in my stories, my imagination, my inspirational drive. I think that is definitely more than enough, I don't know where or who I would be without having created her. I probably wouldn’t have a whole tale of OC’s and stories to tell if it wasn't for her. 

I am more than grateful and thankful that I am who I am because of this lovely Oc of mine. I can only hope to have her at my side for the rest of my days!

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

Most, if not all, my OC’s can sing! Their voices and tones vary, to which I cannot give a straight answer on how I headcanon most of their voices right now ^^; I will say that Danielle has a British accent to her voice as well as Spanish speak, and Sora has a Russian accent to her voice, so may be just lightly deep, but not to much.

I will definitely go with my Bsd Oc/Self Insert Danielle Mika Mason, however! Because I have gone and done a thing on how she would speak in her Japanese and English Dub! Other than me also being her voice, her Japanese VA would be Yui Ishikawa, same VA of the queen herself, Mikasa 💕 English VA would be Barrett Wilbert Weed, with an English accent, good Veronica from the Heathers! You can have a listen to her here in this post! 

Dany is meek when it comes to her singing, she will often be caught humming and softly singing something, but quickly tends to stop around others. She is often back and forth with how she sounds and often shuts down when she hears someone she considers better than her. She just needs some encouragement and a gentle push from someone she really cares about. When she does feel the push and genuineness from someone she will sing her heart out. But of course prefers to sing for only that one special person~ can ya guess~ 🐯

31.  Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really).

Oh boi! I literally have moodboards to add to this! I pick Samantha, or Sam! 

She would totes have a Tumblr blog, and Instagram! You always look forward to see what she post and just feel an instant calmness and warmth when you see it! She is always tagging her things appropriately, a soft and warm spring like layout that is shades of yellows, golds, orange, white; an occasional blue and teal as well! She would reblog anything of her aesthetic, golds, yellows, dance and ballet related things (may even post videos or poses of herself in practice and dance related things), cafe shops, sweets and desserts, warm night lights, cats, lots and lots of cats and felines of all shapes and sizes! Her best friend/boyfriend, Takaru always cameos in her stories and posts 💖

She would also reblog or spread awareness of any issues happening in the world, marking them and making her own voice heard as well. In spur moments, you may see her not tag things, but will likely go back to name things accordingly. She would also reblog anything of Bi Pride too!

28. Your most dangerous OC? 

Hmmm,,, my most dangerous Oc, I am taking the notion that they are just plain dangerous and likely of evil intent in their actions. Because plenty of my Oc’s on their own are dangerous in their own right, such as the Legendary Wolf Warriors, who have a great power at their paws. They can be destructive in their actions if they lose control or use it for the wrong intentions, which they wouldn't do of their free will. 

I will say Danielle and Sam are the strongest of the seven, because of their powers of Darkness and Light, respectively. Their souls created the others, so the other Warrior’s power does not match theirs. They can definitely be lethal together if used for the wrong reasons or if they are under the control of a Human or Deadly Sin.

Which leads me to say that the most dangerous of my OC’s with the worst intentions and evil thought processes that makes them dangerous is likely the Deadly Soul Sin Pride, or Mikka Penelope King/Pride as her solid name goes. 

She is definitely the most sinister of the seven sins, even worse than Wrath, who you may figure would be the worst. She has a calculating mind and is very precise in her actions and ways of manipulation. She has a poison within her veins that is just as deadly, capable of blinding others or even killing without remorse or care. While she may be a ghost like entity in my stories, a person/digimon holder in my Digimon College Au, she has enough power to influence people to fall under pride and vanity in the most dangerous level possible, heck even possess them if she wishes. That makes her stronger, as well as the other sins. Does not matter if she is dead or fades away for a while, her influence remains and if it does, than she can exist for a long as she desires.

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

Lol I saw cinnamon roll and instantly had a list of ocs ready, honestly any child OC I have is instantly a cinnamon roll and to good and put for this world, please treat them all kindly!

Current top Oc’s that come to mind are Haruko Mason-Nakajima, along with their nameless sister/pup! They are the sweetest babies ever and love them so much. Too good and pure, especially nameless pup with her love for tigers; she wants to grow up and be like her sibling and papa 🥺🥰  You can see the post on them here!

Next up is my precious flamey boi named Alik Azure Mizuhara! A next gen. LWW, son of Sora and Yamato! A little sightless boi with the softest heart and warmest empathy for others. Very much like his mother in likeness and pure curiosity of the world’s secrets and tales. His father worries for him a lot, but gradually learns to trust in his ability to guide himself. Don’t worry too much about him, he is very smart and knows how to care and guide himself!

Thank you so much for the time and questions you asked me Edgy! I had so much fun with these and gave me a chance to gush about my dearest OC’s! I do hope you find them of interest! 🤗🥺🥰

May your day be beautiful and amazing!! 🥰✨💖

[worryinglyinnocent]

Fic: A Flash of Imp-spiration

Summary: Author Belle gets her ideas from a very unusual source...

Written for the @a-monthly-rumbelling moodboard prompt, available here

Rated: G

A Flash of Imp-spiration

As an author, I am often asked where I get my ideas from. When I tell people that I get them from a strange little imp who appeared in the cupboard under the stairs one day and refused to leave, they never believe me for some reason.

Belle sighed and leaned back in her chair, staring at her laptop screen and the words that she had just typed. It had been her publisher’s idea to start the writing blog as a way of staying engaged with her readers whilst the latest novel in her epic fantasy series was still forthcoming. Writer’s block had been plaguing her for weeks now, and with her deadline coming up, she was glad to be writing anything, even if it was a blog post that made her look completely bonkers. 

“You know, I don’t know why they don’t believe you. I’m perfectly real, after all.”

Belle glanced up to find Rumpelstiltskin reading the screen over her shoulder, leaning against the bookcase where he always did whenever she was writing. He was looking remarkably indignant against the people who denied his existence.

Belle sighed. “I know you’re real, and you know you’re real, but come on, you’re not exactly a common sight in this world and I’m the only one who can see you anyway. There are times when I think I’m mad myself. Regular people don’t just turn up in the cupboard under the stairs one day and announce that they’re now your muse.”

“Well, it wasn’t my fault that I arrived. You must have done something to summon me somehow.”

“I know, and as soon as I work out what that was, I’ll be reversing it and sending you back to where you came from.”

Rumpelstiltskin gasped with fake horror. “Belle! How could you? After all the happy times we’ve shared?”

“What, the happy times that involved you poking me in the ribs with your absurdly sharp fingernails saying ‘Belle, why don’t you write a story about meeeeee?’ No.”

He folded his arms with a huff, and Belle matched the expression right back. 

“You know, you always complain that you have no ideas and then when I give you them, you reject them out of hand.”

“I am not writing about you, Rumpel. We’ve been over this many, many times.”

Belle had actually lost count of the amount of times she’d had this argument with Rumpelstiltskin. It had been happening on an almost daily basis ever since she had first discovered him in the cupboard under the stairs four months ago. That had certainly been an interesting night, and she could definitely call it the turning point in her life. Waking up at three o’clock in the morning to the sound of someone downstairs making a terrible clatter and sending up all manner of curses and oaths, she and snuck down the stairs armed with a standard lamp, only to find this strange man with mottled, slightly sparkling skin, trapped in the cupboard under the stairs and tangled up in the hoover cables. 

Perhaps against her better judgement, she had rescued him and made him a cup of tea, and he had been in residence ever since. He was quite happy to remain in the cupboard - Belle was convinced that he had some kind of pocket dimension in there that he retreated to when he wasn’t out and about and annoying her - but having been ‘ferociously attacked by that vicious creature’, the hoover had had to find another home. 

Neither of them really knew why he had appeared, and he couldn’t really explain to her where he had come from, the implication always being that she had conjured him out of her own mind somehow. Of course, that meant that she didn’t know how to get rid of him, either. 

For the most part, though, Belle was content to keep him around. He provided good company when he wasn’t jabbing her in the ribs, after all. They’d had fun testing out the limits of his reality, finding that he could interact with the world inside her house just the same as any other human could, but there was something preventing him from leaving the front door. He didn’t seem too put out by this strange house arrest, and they’d certainly had some fun times together. Rumpelstiltskin was, however, banned from playing Scrabble after insisting that several completely made up words were in fact part of the language of his own dimension. He might have been telling the truth, but his inability to keep a straight face when giving her the supposed dictionary definitions had made Belle suspect otherwise. 

Rumpelstiltskin gave a theatrical sigh, bringing Belle back to the present, or more accurately his presence, hanging over her shoulder whilst she was writing. Well, attempting to write. 

“Yes, I know that we’ve been over it many times, but for all the times that you’ve said that you’re not going to write about me, you’ve never actually given me a satisfactory reason why.”

Belle opened her mouth to protest that she had given him more than enough reasons why she wouldn’t write about him, but then she closed it again on realising, upon reflection, that he did have a point and that none of them could really be classed as satisfactory. In fact, most of them, now that she thought about it, were as ludicrous as his own attempts to win Scrabble with nonsense words. 

She turned back to her laptop and set her fingers on the keys, determined to get a halfway decent blog post out before her agent gave up on her completely. The conversation with Rumpelstiltskin was closed, and it was going to stay that way. He was uncharacteristically quiet as she began to type again, focussing on the much more mundane aspects of her writing process, and Belle wondered if he’d retreated to the cupboard under the stairs in a huff. She glanced sideways without turning her head, but he was still there, and she turned fully. 

He was watching her intently with his head on one side, brow furrowed as if he was lost in thought. 

“There is a reason, but you don’t want to tell me.”

“That’s preposterous,” Belle muttered. She turned back to the screen, hoping that the glare from it would hide the fact that her cheeks were beginning to flush. 

He had got to the truth of the matter. Of course he had. Belle wasn’t entirely unconvinced that he was a creature out of her own mind and so naturally, he knew what she was thinking, well, sort of. He certainly knew all the things that made her tick and made her annoyed, and he used the knowledge well enough. There was a fundamental reason why Belle didn’t want to write about Rumpelstiltskin, and she definitely didn’t want to tell him. 

She stopped writing, fingers still hovering over the keys as she worked through her own thought process. 

Why didn’t she want to tell him? Was she fearful of his reaction? Maybe the time had come for the truth after all. They had been living in close quarters for a while now, and they had certainly got to know each other in that time. 

She took a deep breath and closed the laptop lid, turning around in her chair to face him fully. His face was serious for once; he could tell that this moment was an important one. 

“I don’t want to write about you because I don’t know what will happen to you if I do,” she said eventually. 

“Oh.” He evidently hadn’t been expecting that answer out of all the possible ones that she could have given. “Oh.”

“Whoever you are, and wherever you came from, you came into my life for a reason. You’ve given me so many ideas and so much scope for writing since you arrived, but I don’t want to write about you in case… In case you disappear again. What if, once I put you down on the page, you go back to wherever it was you came from. You’ve always said that I summoned you somehow for help. Maybe this is the way that you’re supposed to help. You’ll inspire me to get over my writer’s block, and in doing so, you become part of the page. You turn back into the fantastical being that you were always supposed to be.”

“Oh.” Belle had never known Rumpelstiltskin to be lost for words before, and whilst she would ordinarily welcome the break from his teasing and chatting, now she really wished that he would say something. 

He came over, sitting on her desk beside her. “I hadn’t thought about it like that,” he admitted. “I don’t know what would happen either. Are you saying that you don’t want me to go?”

“Well, you know, I’ve sort of got used to having you around.” Belle smiled. “It’s been nice having some company for these past few months, however strange you might be.”

Rumpelstiltskin nodded his agreement. “I’m not entirely sure where I came from or what came before now, but I’ve certainly enjoyed being here. Given a choice, I don’t think that I would want to give it up. At least not yet.”

There was a long pause until Rumpelstiltskin spoke again. 

“So… Now what?”

“Now will you stop prodding me to get me to write about you?”

Rumpelstiltskin nodded. “Yes, I think that would be a very good start. So, you want me to stay? You’re happy with me being around?”

Belle smiled. “Very happy. Even if I don’t write about you, you’re still a treasure trove of other plot ideas. Tell me more about that one with the sentient cactus.”

Rumpelstiltskin launched into the tale, and Belle felt the plot beginning to take shape in her brain and the characters begin to sketch themselves out. She had no idea what might happen in the future, or how long Rumpelstiltskin was going to be with her, but she knew that they were going to have a very fun time.

[roseyserpents]

Secrets

Captured Meetings

Summary: You and Sweet Pea went through a rough patch in your relationship that almost tore you apart. As you're fixing your relationship, your secrets start to get in the way. Can your relationship withstand another storm?

Warnings: swearing, touching?, Drugs

Word count: 3,089

A/N: Part 2! I hope you guys enjoy! I'm going to start making moodboards for each chapter that are their own little summary! and send an ask to be added to the taglist!

Part 1

That day after school you'd gotten let out of your last class early and waited in the parking lot for Sweet Pea, leaning against the bike with your arms wrapped around yourself as you get lost in your thoughts.

What's up?" Sweet Pea asks as he walks out of the school upon seeing the worried look on your face.

"Betty. And the others. They think I did something last night but I don't know what." You explain. "And whenever that group thinks someone's guilty they do a lot of research and dig up a lot of dirt."

"They shouldn't have any reason to go after you. We both said we were together and they watched us both leave."

"You and I both know they don't consider either of us reliable alibis." You say with a humorless laugh. "That means they're going to go digging and they're probably going to go into my past-"

"Y/n." Sweet Pea cuts you off, placing both of his hands on your arms, "they won't. And if they do, we can make cover stories."

"But-"

"No." He says sternly but gently, stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You let out a heavy sigh but it's cut off by Sweet Pea pressing a quick kiss to your lips. You can't stop the smile from spreading across your face, tilting your head up so you can face him.

"You are the best boyfriend." You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Could you not do your snake stuff in the parking lot?" Cheryl asks, both of you stepping away from each other to face the all too familiar girl with fiery red hair.

"You are literally dating a Serpent." You say referring to her relationship with Toni.

"When Titi and I do it it's cute. No one wants to see two nobodies make out." She says. "Go."

Sweet Pea gos to say something but you place a hand on his shoulder and shake your head before walking to where his motorcycle was propped up.

"What a bitch." He mumbles under his breath.

"Why don't we go to Pops." You say, pretending not to hear what he said. He says something else that you don't understand but drives you both to the chocolate shop with no other comments.

"Vanilla and peanut butter please." You say to the waitress after the two of you slide into a booth.

"I hate that people stare at us every time we come here." He sighs, looking around at a few uncomfortable North siders.

"Ignore them. I'm tired of them ruining our dates." You shrug, reaching across the table and taking his hand. He gives you a small smile and squeezes your hand.

"So do you have any idea what they are trying to pin on you?" He asks, changing the topic.

"No idea." You sigh truthfully. "It's stressing me out though. What if they figure out I --" you stop when you see Betty, Veronica, Archie, and Kevin walk into the restaurant, both you and Sweet Pea looking at the group of four. They look back, whispering a few things before sitting down across the room, shooting you suspicious glances as they whisper.

"That's great." You sigh, taking a sip of your milkshake that the waitress had set down moments before.

"Let's just pretend no one else is here, okay?" Sweet Pea says. You chew on your lip and nod, doing your best to only focus on him.

-

You had stepped into an alleyway in the heart of the Southside, looking over your shoulder to make sure no one followed you this time. Someone was waiting in the alley with a hood covering their face, you muttering a few nonsense code words before they lifted their hood. A boy around the age of seventeen with unruly brown curls and a soft face, looking more like a Northsider than not is revealed, showing off a smirk.

"Give me the letters." You say, wasting no time in small talk. You glance around, nervous that someone will find you here or someone could look out a window and see you or basically anything that could go wrong at that moment.

"Have the stuff?" He asks. You let out an annoyed breath and take out a bag filled with fizzle rocks, handing the drugs to him. He opens the plastic bag, eyes counting each vibrantly coloured packet. He clenches his jaw before grabbing your wrists and pinning you against the brick wall, his face twisted in anger.

"Are you trying to scam me?" He asks, his breath hot on your face. "You're missing ten."

"That's all they had." You reply, not letting him intimidate you. "I bought them out."

"Then I guess you don't get your letters." He says.

"Look, Matt, if you give me those letters I can get you the rest of your fizzle rocks and maybe a spot in Riverdale High." You try to bargain, watching the boys' expression of anger fall. He steps back from you and let's go, your hands rubbing your wrists where his hands had left red marks.

"You better have the candy by Friday. And I expect news about the school Sunday." He says and you nod. He thrusts seven sheets of paper against your chest, you letting out a quiet sigh of relief and grabbing them before they fell to the wet concrete below.

"See you in four days." He says with a smile before putting his hood back up and walking down the opposite end of the alley. After he's out of sight you groan, kicking the brick wall you'd been pinned against moments before. After gathering yourself you stuff the letters into your Serpents jacket and walk back the way you came, trying to make plans in your head for the stuff you promised Matt.

-

"So Y/n, let's have a chat," Betty says as you walked in the park on one of the sides of Sweetwater River.

"What about?" You ask, pulling out your earbuds. You see Veronica and Kevin with her, all of them staring you down.

"This." She says with a smile that she makes when she cracks something as she shows you a USB drive in her hand. Your stomach drops as you wonder what could be on the card. "Why don't we go somewhere else."

Reluctantly you went with the group to La Bonne Nuit that was empty excluding you four and Reggie Mantle who stood with his arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face.

"What's on the card?" You ask, sitting across from the others in one of the semicircle tables.

"What do you think is on it?" Kevin questions.

"Look, I don't know what you guys think you have against me, but I haven't done anything. Just because I'm a part of the Serpents doesn't mean I'm a criminal." You say, not letting your nerves show through your voice.

"What were you doing last night?" Betty asks, folding her hands on the table.

"I was with my boyfriend."

They don't say anything else, simply put the USB drive into a laptop and go through the pictures on it. It shows you walking into an alley, handing Matt the bag of Fizzle Rocks, Matt pinning you against the wall, and you talking to him.

"So you're following me now?" You ask, unamused by the pictures.

"That's beside the point," Veronica says. "What were you doing last night?"

"I was meeting up with an old friend." You answer. That was technically true.

"Old friend?" Kevin asks, pulling up the picture of you against the wall and Matt less than an inch away.

"What are you trying to say?" You ask, glaring at the three people in front of you.

"He seems like more than an old friend." Betty takes over, flipping through the pictures again. "Maybe a side boyfriend you sell drugs to?"

"Are you trying to say I'm a low life drug dealer who cheats on my boyfriend?" You ask in disbelief.

"If the shoe fits," V says.

"I can't believe it." You say with a shake of your head anger building up in your voice. "You have the audacity to follow me like creeps and then try to say I'm cheating on Sweet Pea when we're working on our relationship? And to add on the stuff about drugs?"

"Then what's in the bag?" Kevin counters. "And why was he against you?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you." You say, moving to gather your stuff and leave.

"Then I guess I'll give these pictures to Jughead or FP." Betty shrugs, forcing you to sit back down in a huff.

"It was some clothes he'd left at my house when he was staying with me. He got a little mad when there was a stain on his hoodie." You lie through your teeth.

"What's his name?" Veronica asks.

You pause for a moment before answering, "Sam. Sam Bennett."

-

That Friday you'd made sure that no one was following you that night as you met Matt in the alley that you hoped each time you wouldn't see again.

"Finally you do something right." He says after counting the packs of Fizzle Rocks.

"Yeah yeah." You sigh. "Last time we met someone followed me."

"What?" He says, anger rising in his voice.

"Don't worry I gave them a fake name." You assure him. "But they have pictures of both of us."

Matt is quiet for a minute before speaking again. "We're meeting under the bridge Sunday. And what name did you give them?"

"Sam Bennett." You answer.

"Then that's what everyone will know me as when I go back to school." He says, turning to walk away.

"Matt!" You call out, forcing him to turn around. "You can't tell anyone about this. Especially not at school." He nods before continuing his walk, you let out a breath before making your way back to Sunnyside.

-

The following Monday you were frozen in your tracks when you saw Matt strut into the school, his signature half-smile painting his faces. You saw people whispering as he passed, mostly girls, while you tried burying your face in your locker in hopes he wouldn't see you.

"Hey Y/n." He says in a not so friendly voice.

"Sam." You reply, closing the door to your locker. "I thought you weren't supposed to start until next month."

"Well lucky me they processed me in early." He smiles.

You go to reply but before you can Sweet Pea walks up and stands next to you, protectively throwing an arm over your shoulders.

"And who's this?" Matt asks, scanning Sweet Pea up and down.

"This is my boyfriend Sweet Pea." You answer, shooting him a warning look. "Sweet Pea, this is Sam." Pea nods at him, the two staring at each other trying to intimidate each other for a solid minute.

"Well as great as it was talking to you, we need to get to class." You say, pulling Sweet Pea along with you.

"Who the fuck was that?" He asks, looking over his shoulder at Matt.

"He's an old family friend. Moved here recently." You lie.

"Does he bother you?" He asks, protectiveness taking over his stature.

"It's fine." You smile, squeezing his hand that was still over your shoulder. "As long as I have my big tough boyfriend I'll be fine."

-

"Can I sit here?" You cringe as you look up and see Matt standing next to your table with a lunch tray in hand.

"Of course," Betty answers with her fake smile. He returns it and sits down next to you and across from Betty.

"I'm-" he starts before being cut off.

"Sam." She finishes for him. "I've heard about you." You shoot them both a warning glance as Sweet Pea and Fangs sit down. Pea sits down on your other side, obviously not happy Matt was next to you. His arm wraps around your waist and pulls you further from Matt and closer to himself so your legs and sides are pressed against each other. You don't protest as you pull your food overdoing your best to ignore Matt as he talks to the others at the table.

"Y/n and I go way back, don't we?" Matt says, turning to look at you. You purse your lips and raise your brow in response, not wanting to engage in conversation.

"Believe it or not, we actually dated for a year." He smiles.

You curse him in your head before turning to face him. "Yeah, you could say it was the worst year of my life." You say with a fake smile. "I'm going to get some water. Sweets?"

You both practically jump out of your seats and walk out of the cafeteria to the water fountain outside, you gripping the roots of your hair and letting out a frustrated groan.

"Family friend huh?" He asks, leaning against the wall.

"He is. He's also my ex. Most of the stories I have of bad exes are from him." You explain.

"Anything else about Sam you're not telling me?" He asks, not hiding his mild annoyance.

"Pea, you have nothing to worry about." You say. "Nobody is even in the same ballpark as you." As if to seal the promise you pull him down to you and stand on your toes and press your lips against his in a soft kiss.

"If he tries anything I'm gonna kick his ass." He says, his arms wrapped around your waist.

"I fully support that." You say. The bell rings cutting your moment short as both of you walk to your next classes, your thoughts for the rest of the day staying on how complicated everything was and is going to get even more complicated.

-

That night you both went to La Bonne Nuit, a nice date night that you hadn't had in a long while. Everything was going perfect until of course, Matt made his way down the stairs of the restaurant. He smiled when he saw you both, sliding into the booth you sat at.

"Hey, guys." He says, taking a sip of the drink he brought with him.

"We're kind of busy." Sweet Pea growls, hand on your thigh that showed through your dress.

"So sorry to interrupt your date, but I thought it would be great to get to know you two better." He says, stirring his drink. Much to both of your displeasure, he stayed, gradually making you angrier and angrier as if he enjoyed playing with fire for the next two hours.

Matt gets up to get another drink, making a quick stop to whisper something in your ear. "I'd suggest you join me for the next song unless you want your boy toy to know about our special meetings."

You glare at him, wishing you could slap him all the way to the parking lot as he winks and gets his drink. The next song comes along and he pulls you to your feet and you unwillingly follow him. Your hand is stiff on his shoulder while his arm holds you flush against him by your waist though his free hand travels around the area of your body.

"This isn't how this is going to happen." You hiss. "You're not going to get to blackmail me into doing all of this."

"Oh Y/n/n, this is only the beginning." He smirks, causing your stomach to drop. The song ends and you're quick to step out of his arms and into Sweet Peas who'd been watching in silent anger the entire time. He hated seeing someone else's hands on you, especially like that and especially Matt. His grip on you was tighter than usual but you'd gladly take it over the previous.

"I think we're going to go." He says through gritted teeth, guiding you to the stairs that led out of the bar.

"We should do this again, it was fun!" He calls after you. Sweet Peas hand squeezes your hip even as you both walk out of Pops. He's silent the entire ride back to the trailer park, still tense when you closed the door to his trailer.

"Sweets-" You start to say but are quickly cut off.

"What the hell was that?" Sweet Pea asks on the verge of yelling. You see anger and jealously flicking like a raging fire in his eyes, the flames burning his words.

"I thought if I danced with him he would leave us alone." You try to explain in an attempt to put out his anger.

"He fucking touched you. He held you like you were his!" He exclaims, now yelling loud enough for your neighbors to hear. He ran a hand quickly through his hair, making a mess of the raven locks. "He comes out of nowhere and thinks he can just take you from me!"

"He can't." You say in a calm voice. "Pea, I promise no matter what Sam cannot and will not take me from you. He will not come between us."

"He was, he-!"

"I know. You have to trust me, Sweets. We can't go back to screaming in each other's faces, if we do who knows what will happen, but if we have to talk about this we have to talk, okay?"

Sweet Pea stares at you for a few moments, his jaw clenched and body tight with anger still flickering in his eyes. You see him fighting back from yelling the words on the tip of his tongue, and instead, he sits down on the couch with a heavy breath. You walk towards him and stand between his legs, his arms wrapping around you and his forehead resting on your stomach. You comb your fingers through his hair in more of an attempt to calm him down as the anger slowly but surely fades away. The entire time you stand there you think about how much of a mess this situation was. Matt had left your life in shambles before and now that you'd rebuilt it and were in a good place he was coming in and ruining it. He was enjoying it too. He enjoyed having the power to do whatever he wanted to you and what scared you the most was this power. He had the power to do absolutely anything and you just had to hope everything wouldn't come crashing down around you.

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[hotforharrison]

Turning Tables: Part 1 (Repost)

So, the original post got flagged for adult content, which sucks, but I redid the moodboard, which probably was the problem. I honestly should have read the guidelines. I thought it was just about explicit things, which it’s not. Whatever.

Moving on...

Series Masterlist --> Part 2 (Tom/Harrison/Reader content)

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader (later Tom Holland/Harrison Osterfield/Reader)

Summary: After 3 years together, Tom wants to spice things up in the bedroom in unexpected ways.

Word Count: 2,031

Warnings: Smut and language. Also, this fic contains explicit depictions of pegging. What is pegging, you ask? I have an answer for you! “Pegging is a sexual practice in which a woman penetrates a man's anus with a strap-on dildo.”

If you aren’t interested in reading that sort of content, please don’t read it anyway and send me hate. I would very much appreciate that, please and thank you.

A/N: This is the kinkiest thing I’ve ever written, and I am honestly kind of hesitant to post it at all because I’ve been warned that people tend to get hate from posting kinky things.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” Tom started.

You looked up. “Should this be making me nervous?”

“No, not at all. It’s nothing bad, I promise. So, we’ve been together for three years now,”

“Wait, is it our anniversary?” you asked, panicking that you’d forgotten. Again.

He chuckled. “No, darling, that’s next month.”

You sighed in relief.

“Anyway, I was thinking we should spice things up in the bedroom,” he finished.

“Are you bored with our sex life?” you asked, concerned.

“No, of course not,” he reassured you. “I’m perfectly happy with our sex life as it is right now. I just thought it would be fun and exciting to try new things.”

“Like what?” You were very curious what he had in mind.

“Well, maybe we could check out a sex shop soon. We haven’t played with toys all that much,” he suggested. “At the very least, it could spark some ideas, I think.”

You nodded. “I’m game.”

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And that was how you found yourself feeling lost in the middle of a sex shop after midnight on a Wednesday night, technically Thursday morning. Your hand was sweating against the handle of the red shopping basket you carried.

Tom was significantly more comfortable, going through racks of lingerie at the front of the store while you stood next to him, feeling awkward.

He held up a pair of black stockings with garters. “You would look sexy in these, maybe with...this?” He held up a black lacy crotchless teddy.

“I’d be willing to wear it for you,” you told him. You’d be willing to do almost anything for him.

“We’ll get them, then,” he said, tossing them in the basket. “But come on, let’s go see what we came to look at.”

You followed him toward the back of the store and the walls of peg hooks and displays holding a large variety of sex toys, pretty much everything you could think of off the top of your head, and some things that wouldn’t have occurred to you at all.

He plucked a hooked pink vibrator off the hook. “You like g-spot stimulation with my fingers.”

“Yeah,” you quietly agreed, and watched as he tossed it into the basket.

Next, he picked up a vibrating cock ring. “This we could use together.”

You just nodded, and it also went into the basket.

“Hmmm, what else?” he said to himself, walking down the wall and perusing the toys.

He paused in front of a section, looking pensive, before he held up a small vibrating butt plug.

You huffed a laugh. “Guys, always willing to dish out the butt stuff, but I bet you wouldn’t be willing to take it.”

His expression was unreadable, which made you a little nervous. You watched him skim the wall, before grabbing a couple of things and return with them -- a strap-on and a slim dildo, which he held above the basket, not dropping them inside. “You were saying, darling?”

“Holy shit.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you knocked them down into the basket, a deep pink blush crossing your cheeks.

“Thought so,” he said, obviously smug.

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After you got home, the toys ended up in a storage basket in the closet. They stayed there unopened and untouched for a week while you thought about them entirely too much -- specifically, the strap-on.

Tom was at a meeting and wasn’t due home for a couple hours. You had plenty of time to yourself.

You stripped and put on the lingerie first slowly, like a form of foreplay. Then, you opened the box containing the strap-on. After attaching the small dildo, you put it on and looked at yourself in the full-length mirror, turning to admire yourself.

“Babe, the meeting was-” he started, before he saw you. His bag fell to the floor.

“I, uh, I’m…” you trailed off.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous is what you are,” he told you, sincerely. “Can I?”

You nodded.

He ran his fingers over your body through the lacy lingerie, cupping your breasts and rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, reaching around you to squeeze your ass.

Then, he dropped to his knees and lightly kissed your stocking clad legs, starting with your calves and traveling his way up until he was faced with the strap-on.

“What are you?” you asked.

Instead of answering, he licked the dildo from root to tip and took it in his mouth, eyes meeting yours while he fellated the toy.

You buried your hands in his curls as he worked ‘your’ cock, and tentatively said, “such a good boy for me, Tom.”

He moaned around the dildo.

That emboldened you. “Are you going to let me fuck you, sweetheart?”

Another moan and a nod.

“I’ll make you feel so good,” you promised, “just like you made me feel good my first time.”

He popped off of the toy and stood up, going over to the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, tossing it on the bed.

While he quickly discarded his clothes on the floor, you got on the bed, sitting down near the pillows. “I, well, I don’t know how to do this. I don’t want to hurt you. I mean, I haven’t even done this to myself.”

“I, well, I have,” he admitted, “so I can tell you what to do.”

“Like with toys?” you asked.

“Just my fingers so far,” he answered.

The thought was more of a turn on than you’d imagined it would be. You squirmed on the bed, arousal insistent. “And you like it?”

“No, I hated it,” he teased. “Really, though, it feels amazing, and I’ve wanted to try this with you for a long time. Just wasn’t sure how to bring it up, or if you’d be into the idea.”

You took his hand and moved it between your thighs, already slick with your wetness.

“Christ,” he groaned. “Makes me want to fuck you now.”

“Later.” The thought was appealing, but not as appealing as the prospect of turning the tables. “Tell me how to do this. I want to make you feel good. Should I go down on you at the same time?”

“If you do that, I’m going to cum in like 30 seconds. First thing’s first.” He handed you the bottle of lube. “Use this, and use it liberally.”

You nodded, feeling nervous. “Okay.”

While you popped the cap and coated your fingers, he got up and returned with a towel, placing it on the bed underneath him. Then, he lay back and spread his legs.

You situated yourself between them, rubbing your clean hand along his thigh. Now that the time had come to actually start, you were terrified. “I really don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s alright, love. Just start with one finger, and I’ll let you know if anything you’re doing is painful,” he reassured you. “I’ve done this plenty of times.”

You’d process and probably fantasize about that later, but for now you couldn’t focus on that, or anything else really.

You swallowed heavily as you left your hand on his thigh and slipped your index finger between his cheeks, finding his hole easily, but pausing there.

“Go on,” he encouraged you.

You gently and slowly pressed inside, much more careful than you would have been with yourself, and you hadn’t done this before at all.

He chuckled. “I’m not made of glass, love. Add another finger.”

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Your fingers are smaller than mine,” he reminded you.

“Oh,” you responded simply, pushing in another finger next to the first, less gingerly, but still gentle. His body was tight and hot around your digits, slick with lubricant, but not like your own natural wetness when you fingered yourself.

When you moved your fingers in deeper, he sharply inhaled. It scared you at first, but his face showed no signs of pain.

You’d heard about prostate stimulation before and tried curling your fingers.

He smirked. “You know more than you let on, don’t you, princess? In a little deeper.”

You followed his instructions. When you were rewarded with a loud moan, you focused on the area like you would your own g-spot.

“God,” he groaned, in obvious pleasure, forcing out, “another finger.”

You drizzled some more lube over your fingers as you added a third, trying to continue stimulating his prostate while you scissored your fingers to prepare him for the strap-on. Honestly, you knew you were probably doing more prep than he actually needed for such a slim toy, significantly smaller than an actual dick, but you’d rather do too much than too little.

“Stop, stop,” he breathed out.

You immediately stilled, stomach dropping. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, I was just about to cum. I wanted to do that on your cock,” he explained.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you withdrew your fingers, wiping them off on the towel below you. “How did you want to?”

“It’d probably be easier in doggy style, but I want to be on my back so I can see your face while you fuck me,” he replied.

“That’s sweet.” You smiled down at him as you applied what you knew was entirely too much lube to the dildo and paused.

“I want you inside me, darling,” he told you.

You took a deep breath as you moved your body to position the toy at his hole, pausing again. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready. I think you’re more nervous than I am, and I’m the one who’s getting fucked for the first time,” he said, amused.

“Yeah, I think I am.” You softly laughed as you pushed your hips forward until the head of the toy popped in. You remembered the way he let you adjust first when it had been your first time, so you did the same, even though he didn’t seem to be in any discomfort.

“More,” he urged you.

You pressed farther, moving in until your hips were flush with his. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready. Probably shouldn’t have picked such a sorry excuse for a dick,” he said, lightly.

“I didn’t know you were such a size queen.” You laughed again as you started moving at an unhurried pace, watching his expression turn from amusement to pleasure.

After a few minutes, you were reasonably sure that you weren’t going to hurt him with whatever you dished out. What he said was true. The dildo was no thicker than a few of your fingers, and he’d been doing this to himself for a while.

“Harder and faster,” he eventually requested.

“Want me to fuck you rough, sweetheart?” you asked, now comfortable with increasing the pace and force behind your thrusts. It was strange, but not unwelcome, switching into Tom’s role.

“God yes,” he hissed.

“Such a good boy for me, taking my cock like you were made for it,” you praised him. “Are you going to cum on it?”

“Just need a little more,” he told you.

Your thighs were starting to burn a little, but you fucked into him as roughly as you could, hoping you could outlast him.

His moans grew louder until he shouted your name, head tipped back as he came untouched on his stomach in several long spurts, his climax lasting longer than it normally did.

“You can stop,” he said, breathlessly.

You slowly pulled out, then stretched your legs out on the bed, rubbing your thighs, groaning.

“Are you alright, darling?” he asked.

“Just sore. I don’t give you enough credit for doing that for a long time. Jesus,” you commented. “I should be asking you that, though. It was your first time being fucked. Not mine.”

“Well, I’ve never cum untouched before, by myself or with a partner,” he responded. “Take from that what you will.”

You grinned. “I’m glad I made your first time good. So this is something that will go on the try again list?”

“Definitely,” he confirmed. “Now, I seem to remember something about you showing me how wet you are for me. Let’s get this strap-on off of you, and I’ll do something about it.”

[xserpentlife]

Everything Was Normal

Reqested: No 

A/N: I've been thinking of this concept for a year now and I think it is finally time to release it. I really want you guys to concept off of this. After the situation, What are there lives? Sex, Live, Horror, Etc, Everything no matter what it is, send the concepts and ill answer. Thank you to all my betas who have helped me throughout this process. @wayward-river with the concept, hearing my crazy ideas and leading her off in 20 directions and to @sweetpea-fvck who I bounced moodboard Ideas off of. 

Warnings: Blood, Guns, FBI, Swat, Hostage, Mentions of Death

Word Count: Almost 5600

Pea always got his shot, He was the hottest sniper that the FBI had, the Hostage Rescue Team to be exact, an elite group of specialized individuals who worked to save people from various hostage situations. He took out Edgar and Evelyn Evernever in regards to the safety to half the town of Riverdale, he took out Penny Peabody when she began doing works of bidding with one of the highest-ranked drug dealers in the entire country, even taking out the drug dealer as well. One-shot all around Pea never missed his target. It was more than that though, working with the FBI for years he was the best of the best only being called for the most important job duties that could leave no room for error until his whole world flipped upside down.

Pea Moved out of Riverdale at 17, with you by his side, his girl, his world. It had been years since Pea had left the Serpents, he still did odd jobs here and there, but he had gone to school, went to the police academy expecting to be a cop, but got so much more. He had a unique skill set that did not go unnoticed by the higher-ups at the academy. He had been put on drill upon drill, of shooting targets, both still and moving even sometimes the line of visibility removed right when he shot and without fail, he hit his target every single time.

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He woke up like any normal day, giving you a kiss on the lips before being lazy staying in bed for a few minutes longer than he should of.

“Don’t wanna get up”

You mumbled out  “You got too baby”

“But I wanna stay with you and baby Pea, plus mama you should stay home after last night” You had found out that you were pregnant 2 months ago. He had proposed right before you found out 4 months ago to be exact You began planning right away, when you found out about your little pea you both put your marriage aside, waiting on a side burner because you wanted to worry about your growing child first. You hadn't started showing but just knowing your little pea was growing inside of you made you the happiest person in the entire world. Pea was ecstatic. You were afraid he would be upset that you were having a child significantly younger than you imagined you would, but he was nothing but happy. He wanted a kid, wanted to be a better father than what he had. And you wanted to be a mother, more than anything in the world. And now that dream was a reality for you both. Since you were only two months no one knew, you wanted to keep it a secret, not wanting to deal with the stresses of everything until you had to. So no one but you and Pea knew, you were planning to tell everyone this upcoming weekend while at the monthly family dinner that included, Fangs, Jughead, Betty, Joaquin, and Toni.

“I don’t have the luxury of staying home Pea, we have a shipment of rings coming in from a  new seller that I need to verify and…”

“Okay, but promise if you feel sick you’ll come home, you were pretty bad last night, and just think about maybe taking off”

“Okay, I'll think about it. I know, I just don’t think baby pea liked the watermelon, even though that pisses me off cause you know it's my favorite” Throughout your whole pregnancy you have had morning sickness, hoping that soon it would stop, last night Pea found you face down in front of the toilet because you figured sleeping there would be better than having to get up every 5 seconds. But he sat with you through it all carefully carrying you to the bed after you fell asleep for the final time without throwing up again. “By the way, thank you for bringing me to bed”

“Of course baby, you still got a couple minutes till you gotta be up, so sleep some more okay”

“Mhm” you were slowly drifting back off

“Wish I could stay here and take care of you and cuddle”

“ We’ll be here later and can cuddle, promise, love you” With a kiss to your cheek he was up.

He brewed you a cup of tea knowing you would get up for work minutes after him, he even slipped toast in the toaster that you could put down for yourself because he knew if he didn’t you would have forgotten to eat. He hated he couldn’t be there with you in the mornings. When you first found out you were pregnant he was there every morning, requesting to work an hour later than usual because he wanted to help you through the morning sickness. He drove to work minutes from being late but luckily was there right on time. Everything was normal.

“You’re late dude”

“No not late Fogarty, close to being late there is a difference”

“Whatever, how’s Y/N”

“Good, but she’s been having this stomach thing recently”

“Oh yeah after the other day at the taco place?”

“Um sure, yeah, but anyway, its finally getting better I hope it ends soon. I just feel so bad you know, like I can only do so much. I hate seeing her like that”

“Yeah I get it, Hey why don’t you two come over for dinner later this week. I’ll make it for you both so you guys don’t have to worry about it, and if she doesn’t wanna go out ill come over to ours and cool it”

“That would be great thanks Fogarty” Pea lifted his legs placing them on his desk, as Fangs was sat as his own as the two began to cull over files.

“We have a domestic case that was cleared but we are passing it to SVU for a look over, we had a hostage call at the bank down the street but it was cleared as a false alarm, some dumbass new employee”

“Hope they got fired”

“We made sure they did”

“Good”

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The first few hours of your shift were normal. You went and inventoried all the new rings validating the authenticity of the gems, gold, and other precious metals that were sent to your shop. You were a head jeweler at one of the most prestige Jewelry stores in all of Riverdale and its surrounding towns. People came from all over for both the rings and for you since you became known for helping individuals picking the most perfect rings for their hopeful partners. You were about to go unpack another shipment that came in with new necklaces but you saw a man sitting in the waiting area that looked like he was growing impatient.

“Hello sir, were you waiting for help to get a ring?”

“I love her, but no one ever fucking listens!”

“Sir, I am here to listen, so sorry we were busy with other customers. I can surely help you find the most perfect ring for the occasion”

“I already told you, No one fucking listens!” He stood up, towering over you instantly so close you could feel his breath when he leaned down “No one listens!” It was not a response that you were expecting from him. He grabbed your hair from behind your head ripping you down to a leaning position as a gun was pulled from his back pocket. Oh no

“O-www stop, stop I can help I can make it better just, ow” You panicked your eyes welling with tears as he pushed you to the ground your arm connected with the corner of a metal display case causing pain to rip through you. You watched as people ran out as he shot 2 shots directly to the roof above and people dropped to the ground. Now a hostage situation as he had locked the front door.

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Pea was called down to the debriefing room a few minutes after finishing the reports on his case files. He figured it was similar to the cases he had heard all morning, not something that would require his skill. It was mandatory for everyone that could possibly be needed to join in on the briefing just in the case that they would be needed. Pea figured he would be back upstairs sitting at his desk but that thought was so wrong.

When he got downstairs Fangs was waiting there next to a few other agents he had worked alongside of for years. Everything was normal.

“Director” Everyone called to his presence when he walked into the room.

“Okay as some of you know we are preparing for a situation we were just called. We need to act fast so I need your attention. Exactly five minutes ago an alarm was sounded at Sycamore Jewelers located at the center of central avenue”  Pea’s heart stopped. No, not stopped, more like dropped froze completely stopping as Fangs put his hand on his shoulder. He hoped deep down that Y/n had actually decided to stay home, he needed to check his phone, she would have texted him if she did, but it was at his desk. “The individuals' name is undisclosed at this time, all we have is an alarm that was sounded off and reports through the front window of the store. It is confirmed to be a man in his mid-30s to 40s, he had a girl by the hair before he closed off the main entrance. We have 911 calls being reported by individuals that had fled the scene. Since this is a hostage situation I need Special Agent Fogarty on the ground and Chief Marsman Sweet Pea sniper at the ready at the parking garage across the street. Understood” Everyone nodded towards him. “Dismissed, trucks are at the ready”. Pea dropped sitting in the seat behind him as Fangs looked down his way.

“You good”

“Its… Y/N, I there… why is he holding the jewelers' hostage? Fangs, she works there”

“Oh fuck, she’ll be okay, promise, maybe she stayed home”

“It’s on my phone Fangs, my phone is upstairs I don’t know if she is at home or at work”  

Everyone was sent on their way to suit up. Everyone left, except Pea and Fangs. They stood Fangs trying to garner Pea’s attention.  

“Yo Pea, fucking pay attention, Director wants you, now”

“Okay, I got it”

“Sweet Pea, your fiance”

“Yes sir”

“Is she in the building”

“I am not sure sir, told her to stay home today but she is stubborn, you know, so I do believe she is inside the building.

“I wanted to confirm we do have reports of descriptions and she matched as a potential hostage”

“Fuck, why didn’t she just stay home, no, no no”

“Look at me Sweet Pea, you need to pay attention, be strong for her you understand me. Y/N needs you now more than ever, you are the top marksman in the field, you are her best chance right now, I swear to you we will get him”

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You sat curled in the corner shaking with the fear of what was occurring around you. People being shot, as the glass was being destroyed, even though he was stealing nothing.

“You know you are all lucky you are not dead yet, guess we will see if I chose to leave you alive or let you die while I watch” He shouted through the store as he walked around igniting fear in everyone that was sitting on the ground.

You were completely alone your co-workers and customers scattered around, but you were still on the ground the same spot he pushed you to in the first place, scared beyond shitless to move even for a mili-second.

“You know you all work in this perfect jewelry store, giving people the perfect rings, to start their perfect lives with their beloveds. Well, it is all bullshit! All of it! You will all be dead before I feel betrayal and sorrow like I did when I used this ring! Do you hear me.” You jumped a slight yelp escaping you from his voice that boomed. “Scared darling, I see that you have a happy ending, a ring on that finger must be sad your fiance may never see you again”

“What is your name”

“Danny Deluca, don’t wear it out darling” Deluca walked over, stomping his feet as he went, sending chills to everyone on the ground. He grabbed you standing you up and bringing you to the center of the room. “Gonna make an example out of you sweet girl, a nickname ruined a nickname that used to make you feel safe. Gonna make everyone here watch, make you scream and beg, you don’t deserve that happiness the ring on your finger grants! No one does, but I fucking do!”

“Sir you really do not have to do this”

“Oh but I do sweet girl, I most definitely do”

“No, really. I am sure everything will work out in all honesty, it will all be fine, ask her again I am so sure she would say yes, we can even try a different ring, on the house. I swear it will all be…” The gunshot rang through the air, the sound causing your ears to ring, next came the sweltering pain from the wound on your leg, the pain, the hot wet liquid trickling down. You were shot, he shot you when you were trying to help him. You sank to the floor your hand trying to cover the wound that he had caused.

“You do not give me ways to make my life better! Nothing will make it better because I am unlovable according to her! DO not tell me that she would say yes because she won’t!!, Who wants to give me some advice next huh!” He pointed the gun to one of your customers and then to a coworker you knew. “Someone just… just get him a phone” You knew the way it worked, you saw it on TV, heard some stories Sweet Pea would scream in his sleep when things got bad, you knew it all.

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Pea trembled as he made his way up to the top of the building. His girl, his fiance, his soon to be child, was in there with that psycho, and he could do nothing.

There were no reports of injuries thus far, according to their report there had only been shots fired but no evidence that anyone had been hurt, which meant he was not allowed to take a shot. Pea set himself up, his sniper at the ready in an instant. He began canvasing starting at the street to detect any involvement from outside individuals but he came up empty. This man was most likely alone. “Sweet Pea in position”

“Fogarty on the ground, Reports have surfaced that bombs have been placed on the interior of the building”

“It has to be a bluff”

“Does not matter Sweet Pea, we have no other evidence”

“Y/N is in there Fogarty I am going to take the shot if the opportunity arises, Director do you read”

“Director present, Sweet Pea do you have eyes on the suspect”

“I do not as of yet sir”

“You are not to shoot, do you read, we have no knowledge of whether those bombs are real or just ploy”

“I copy”  There was no way to argue with his director, he was the head, the lead of the entire unit. What he said went. He searched each window hoping somehow he would see her, or even the suspect for that matter. He moved to a lower corner vantage point hoping to gain sight. But it was to no luck yet.

“Director I need an update”

“He got a phone Sweet Pea, has made demands of his girlfriend to come and wed him, however, we can not meet them, we can not send her in”

“I understand sir, I have eyes on him” He wanted to understand, but he lied. He wanted his fiance’s life safe.

“You are to remain in observatory state, do you copy”

“I copy, sir” He slowly began to break down, his eyes watering knowing just how much danger his beautiful girl could be in. Was she safe? Was she going to die? Was their baby okay?

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You were leaned against a glass case blood pouring from the wound on your leg, A sweater from a  coworker wrapped around, pain radiating through your entire body.

“Willow” You poked her arm dragging your body closer to hers while Deluca was pacing the front of the store waiting for a response from the agents, you could see them outside, see their guns drawn, you could even see Fangs at one point until he disappeared. “You, you need to get out of here. I have to distract him I know how this works. They are not shooting due to the bomb threat they have to know, bring as many as you can”

“I can’t leave you”

“You have to, I can’t run right now” Deluca stood watching the agents every move. You untied the sweater hoping he would pay attention to the blood pouring from you. You stood making your way over to him, in front of the window. “I need something to stop myself, I’m gonna bleed out Deluca”

“What did I say about using my name” the gun pointed towards you as your leg popped you dropping to the ground an agonizing scream leaving you as a majority of people were fleeing from behind the case.

“You fucker!, Why would you do that! They were my lifeline” he watched as the door slammed behind you.

“They do not deserve this!” He pointed his gun firing a bullet directly into your shoulder. You fell back onto the concrete your hand clutching your shoulder, as he sauntered over, his finger landing directly onto the wound and pressing, your eyes clouded with black dots.

“Leave her alone!” Jonah your coworker screamed before two bullets were put into his stomach.

The only thing you were lucky for was for him not to have shot there yet. Leslie came over running to you as Deluca got onto the phone once again. “Why didn’t you run”

“Couldn’t leave you”

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5 hours and Sweet Pea hadn’t been told a word. No word of hostage conditions, no word on demands, no word to take a shot even though he had sight on the suspect once again which he relayed to the director multiple times. He was losing his mind at the what-ifs. What if she was hurt, what if she got shot? What if it was her stomach? What if she fell? It was typical you were his sweetheart his whole world. You knew each other since you were kids never thinking of dating till your heart got smashed and he finally had the balls to tell you that he likes you. It took years for that to happen. Years you would never regret though. And you would never regret the heartache the boy before him put you through cause without that you would never have been with him, and he was your world and you were his. Being in the unknown scares the daylights out of Sweet Pea. He spent his life as a serpent, nothing ever really scaring him. The only thing that ever did was when you were in danger, and now more than ever, you were.

Pea listened so intently to every sound coming through his earpiece, every movement of the wind, every drop of the pins waiting for those two words marksman fire but it never came.

“Director I was not aware you would be joining us here, why are you not at command?”

“After 5 hours of practically waiting around, and playing yes sir no sir with a very frustrated marksman. I need to find out for myself, something just doesn’t seem right” the Director huffed.

“Director we have been trying for hours to gain an entry point, but with no knowledge of the bombs we have no way of knowing or trying, Fogarty follow”

Fangs followed closely behind their director, walking to the side of the building where the back entry door was to see the police escorting hostages to ambulances and giving them water and warm blankets.

“What in God's name is going on here!”

“Hello Director Chief Adams here, we are holding and medically checking all the hostages”

“Has anyone said anything?” A young man spoke up.

“I did, sir, I told the officer over there that there were no bombs in the building, it was a fluke she would not listen to me told me I was imagining that there surely was bombs, she would not listen and there is a girl in there bleeding!, I tried to get her to listen. His, his name is Deluca and he, he doesn’t have bombs just a gun” Fangs went over consoling the young man. “Sir she was, she was bleeding… a lot of it was covering the entirety of her blue pants and, and we heard another gunshot and scream when we left, it was her again I know it” at that moment Pea knew, Y/N was always one to lay out her outfit the night before. Last night's choice a pair of blue checkered paints a black button-up. It couldn’t be. She was fine. He told himself. Pea screamed in frustration the sound making Fangs coil back. He didn’t know Pea was on his channel, he did not call for him. He had no idea he was listening, but he knew Pea was in a full-on panic at that point.

Fangs screamed alerting his director on the state of their marksman “Director he knows!” He didn’t need to ask Fangs new protocol, no bomb threat, meant that the suspect would be taken out. “Sweet Pea do you read, place your target marksman and make your shot”

“I… I can’t”

“What do you mean Sweet Pea”

“I mean he is gone Fangs, I don’t see him in my view. No! Fuck! Fangs I had him. I had the perfect shot. I should have shot hours ago when I had the fucking chance. I knew there wasn’t a bomb, I fucking told you”

“Protocol would not have allowed you to shoot and you know it, You gotta stop dude, she needs you. Refocus and find your target do you copy”

“I copy” He repositioned his sniper, that had gone awry in his rage, tears slipped out of his eyes as he was trying to locate the suspect now known to him as Deluca. He couldn’t wait any longer though he tried finding him for 20 minutes with no sight or word of anyone on the ground. He needed to save her. Needed to have her life in his hands to know she would be safe.

Fangs was startled by a hand on his shoulder. Pea placing his rifle into the truck next to him while grabbing a tatical vest. “What the fuck do you think your doing Pea”

“Marksman...”

“Director, I, I need…”

“I know what you need son, save her, that officer fucked up and she will pay but right now you need to save your girl fuck all protocol there is no other way to end this I understand that”

“Thank You, sir” Pea handed Fangs a vest as they both got geared to rush Deluca Pea, cocking the gun he was handed ready to save his girls life.

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“Deluca! This is Elite Marksman Pea with the hostage protection unit put down your weapon or we will shoot to kill!” He prepares himself full armor alongside of 20 agents and Fangs, ready to storm the man that had caused so much paint to his girl. He heard her hopeful scream

“Marksman!” He felt a relief knowing she was at least breathing. You were in bliss knowing your man was there and your life was protected by him. “He’s here” you whispered to Leslie as she smiled down at you.

Deluca needed a hostage, a hostage that could protect his life so he grabbed you knowing there was no fight left. “Leave her alone!”

“Too fucking late!” You cried out your leg snapped, and your arm was riddled with pain from where his fingers pressed close to your open wound. The pain radiating through your body everywhere throbbing and dripping with what felt like all of your blood. His arm snaked around the front of your throat the gun pressed to your temple. His hands around your neck a feeling you would never quite forget. The cold metal sending another shock through your warm body.  You couldn’t see Pea yet but you knew he was there with you.

“Shoot me! Fucking do it. You don’t have the balls! I hold her life in my hands! And I will take her down with me!” Enough was enough, he knew he had you knew he had to save you. Fangs busted the door open Sweet Pea behind firing around straight into the center of Deluca's eyes. He never missed. It was the one skill he had in every facet. Unparalleled skill to every other sniper. People had ranks, had times where they missed but Pea never did. He was a marksman a skilled one at that. You never heard of missing and in the situation that mattered most, he did his job flawlessly. You fell to the ground with a thud as he did the same. Pea rushing over to your body in an instant.

“Pea” He scooped you up into his lap as the stretcher was being brought in. Your voice smaller than he had ever heard it before. The pain sounding through the quiver that left your lips. You were in so much pain he could hear it, so, so hurt by a man and he didn’t save you soon enough. So, so injured, bleeding, shaking pain, and all he wanted to do was take it from you. To make you feel happy and safe again.

“I love you, mama, your gonna be okay, I promise” Pea moved the matted hair out of your face as he watched your eyes begin to roll further and further back. “I love you so much, do you hear me, you gotta stay with me, okay, you have to mama just stay with me. I’m gonna get you fixed up and you and baby pea are gonna be a-okay Fuck stay with me please, please don’t leave me Y/N” Pea sobbed a tear running down his cheek and landing on the smeared blood that adorned yours. Your eyes closed as you fell limp in his arms, no fight left to stay awake. “No, Y/N… no, no, no you can’t”

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“Pea rode with you in the ambulance Fangs following closely behind as everyone else stayed at the scene. Upon arrival he saw Pea sitting in a chair, blood covered his hands, his shirt his pants, your blood, the blood of his fiance, his baby's mother, his love, blood that was not in his control, blood that he could have prevented but didn’t.

“Pea she will be okay, promise”

“You can’t promise me that Fangs! She went limp! I felt her die in my arms! Fuck, Fangs. I… I can’t lose her don’t you get it she, without her, this life, I never would have done it, fuck you never would have done it. She pushes everyone she knows better, she finds the best in everyone I mean god, I can’t lose her”

Without another word, Fangs sat next to him holding him close as the marksman, the protector, the man who never showed feared cried and cried not knowing what was happening to his fiance.

Pea sat waiting covered in your blood. You were a fighter through and through. You were on the table clinging to life. You lost pints of blood throughout that day needing multiple transfusions to even get you up to a minimum amount needed in your system. Multiple bullets removed; one from your leg and two form your shoulder. Your entire leg was fractured and had to be reset, a good chance you may not be able to walk. 201 stitches to be exact. You were in between doctors multiple working on you during surgery. You were hooked to life support, oxygen, breathing tubes, heart monitors the whole nine. They thought they lost you for a bit your heart flatlining for 25 seconds before it began to pump on its own once again. You were stable, stitched, color returning to your face that had begun to grow pale by the minute. You were not out of the woods yet, still sleeping as the anesthesia wore off.

Pea and Fangs were still huddled together when the nurse came to get him. “Family for Y/N Y/L/N”. They stood up in an instant. “Relation to the patient”

“I am her fiance, and this is her brother” Yeah they may have lied, Fangs was not her brother, but Pea wouldn’t be able to do this alone. “How is she?”

“There were complications, she lost a lot of blood, but transfusions were given. She died on the table but began pumping her heart once again, and she has many stitches and a cast on her leg because it had to be reset, but everything seems to be going well, and they are both fighting strong”

Fangs was confused both? “She’s pregnant Fangs” Fangs wanted to congratulate him but instead he followed, the monotone voice pea had shown just how broken he was after having his girl die in his arms how much he didn’t need the congratulations at that moment. No matter if she was alive or not that would always haunt him.

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From the moment Pea was allowed to be by your bedside he didn’t leave for a second. You deserved the rest. So tired after fighting for two lives. Both yours and your unborn child. Pea held your hand slipping your cleaned engagement ring back on your finger so, so careful not to hit your shoulder or move it in any way that would cause discomfort.

He sat there watching you, so broken, so bruised. The guilt rushed through him. He needed to get it out needed to convey how afraid he was before he burst. “Damnit Y/n I thought I lost you, God I feel like I’ve been to hell and back today and to see you safe I’d do it again just please come back to me” Sweet Pea whispered. He was talking to himself more than anything. You twitched softly, eyes opening as a hi was whispered out from your lips.

Pea got up in a second standing above so she could see him, as he rubbed his fingers through her hair. “Shhh. Hey, I'm right here. I’m here with you, okay, but don’t move too much okay mama, your gonna be in a lot of pain.”

“I’m here... you, you saved me”

“Yes, baby you fought so strong for you and little Pea and I am so proud of you mama” he didn’t acknowledge the part about saving her, because to him saving her meant her not being injured at all, he failed at the duty he promised

“I love you Pea”

“I have to go get the doctors to come and check on you”

“NO, NO, NO!, DON’t” tears raked through your body the panic in your voice rising, your breathing heavied, your heart monitor skyrocketing.

“Ok, ok, shhh, I won’t leave, I’ll just push the call button okay. Look at me, I won’t leave, promise.” His fingers raked through your hair as the button rang, you not letting go of his hand for even a second needing to know he was there.

“Alright Mr, Sweet Pea can you please leave so we can conduct some tests on Y/N”

“I…”

“NO! Don’t make him leave me”

“It will only be for a second Y/N”

“No, no, no, no DON’T MAKE HIM! I Need him” your eyes clouded with tears both from the pain of your body shaking and the fear of Pea having to leave you. He was your savior, your knight in shining armour. “Don’t”

“Look at me Y/N, I promise I’m not gonna leave you okay,. You gotta calm down baby, your gonna hurt yourself, okay. Y/N look at me, not even the toughest of people could make me, I’m right here with you, okay. Hey, shh look at me” His hand came cradling around your cheek as he raised your eyes to look to his. “I’m not gonna leave, promise”. He kissed the top of your head before turning to the doctors.  “I can’t leave her, I won’t leave her, not for a second”

“Alright we will work around you, as I can see she won’t let you go”

“Thank you” They checked everything your vitals improved substantially from the last time, your pain level had risen a bit due to the trashing when they tried to take pea away from you, but other than that you were looking good, and so was the little pea inside of you. The doctors left to your own. Pa sat next to you carefully stroking your forehead with his thumb as the pain meds began to work.

“Pea..” You poked his cheek, a small chuckle coming fro his lips

“What do you need baby?”

“Lay with me”

“I can’t baby, I don’t wanna hurt you”

“Please, can’t sleep without you, I want you next to me” A tear slipping out of your eye.

“Hey, hey, shhh. Okay, I will,  but if I even cause the slightest pain then i'm getting up okay?”

“Okay” You sat quietly with him for a few minutes, before he spoke up after connecting his lips to your forehead.

“Baby I just, I’m so sorry for... for not getting you out of there earlier. I am so fucking sorry for causing you al this pain. For, putting your life and baby pea’s life on the line. Fuck if I could...” You placed your hand on his cheek making him lean down and connecting your lips with his.

“Shhh, babe, You saved us Pea, none of this was your fault. You did what you had to do, and, you, you saved us both” He knew he did, but it still haunted him. Your shoulder throbbed as you moved your hand atop sweet pea’s that rested on your stomach. But he saved you. Saved you and the little pea that was growing inside. He was your protector.  

[glambitions-a]

my greatest regret is the shattering of a heart not mine.

alternate universe fanfiction | descendants two | canon compliant | part one of ? | rating : teen | warnings : swearing, pirates making ben question his sexuality  | word count : 2002 | masterlist

prompt: none! i made this moodboard for the idea of this and i’m writing about it now, try and stop me.

|  “audrey,” harry tilts his head to the side, his expression unclear but he sees the motion. “my, uh, ex-girlfriend.  i kissed mal in front of everybody and i didn’t break up with her yet.”  he doesn’t give harry the chance to talk again before his mouth opens again with what seems like word-vomit. “she was my best friend, and i never said sorry.  i just miss her i guess.”  |

tags (open): @cherry-bxtch​​, @cosmosstarstudio​​, @go-sullivan​​

   ben feels everything.  his limbs are restrained against tough ropes and although none are touching his skin, it feels all too much.  the air seems so thick and his anxious heart is speeding in his chest.  what’s even worse is that he’s sure that the pirates keeping him captive are all too aware of his nervousness and can’t help but taunt him. and to make it worse, the boy with the hook (harry?) has nearly cut up his skin so many times ben has lost count. (six, it was six times that he could feel the cold metal of a hook on his flushed skin.)

   uma has said so many times that if he even breathes wrong he’s as good as dead.  so really, he’s stuck in place with praying that mal can get him out without giving uma the wand.  it hurts him how her body is filled to the brim with anger, no room for sympathy.  he watches her, and while he’s not very smooth about it, she likes being paid attention to, so it might just work in his favor.

  not that he even wanted to go back to auradon, he couldn’t, not after everything that he had seen.  everytime he closed his eyes he could see the innocent faces that watched him as he tried to be ‘bad’.  his heart had broken so many times today, and mal giving his ring back was the least of it.

  he wanted to help, but help seems to be eternities away.  what he wants to do is promise uma that he’ll make sure all of those kids are safe.  but he can’t, because he won’t break a promise, not another one.  

  uma had told him that the kids here don’t get anything, and the things that they do get is trash.  you can’t grow most of anything on the isle with the pollution, and even the better looking trash gets picked off by adults or their street rats.

  another thing that he’s super aware of is how cold it is. his heart is cold and they took his jacket and his hat and he’s shivering against the chilling air of the sea.  now all he’s left with is a ripped white tee-shirt and cold, tight leather pants that make his legs prickle up because of how sensitive he is, how sensitive he’s always been.

  it sends a pang to his heart thinking about hungry and shivering children huddled together by burning trash piles in allies, just waiting for bigger predator to come and hurt them.

  about two hours after the took him, after it had gotten dark, uma had asked harry to tie his arms over his head, because he was getting too comfortable.  harry had a blast doing that, and all ben could see was the glint of his hook and the blue of his eyes.  his hands had turned wandering and even as ben’s eyelids were hooded with tiredness, he knew what was happening. or at least, what harry thought was happening.  if it wasn’t so dark, they could see how flushed his face was.

   he was scared, ben was the first to admit it.  he just wanted to go home, he didn’t even care if mal came back.  he apologized, but she had made it clear he really didn’t mean anything to her.  he really had thought they were something, it felt like they were going to last, truly.  (he should’ve seen it coming after she had to spell him to swell his affections)

  he was barely a king, just shy of seventeen and the most unlike his father he could be.  ben was gentle and sympathetic whereas his father ruled with an iron fist, and there were no second chances.  none of the descendants of the villains deserved to be on the isle, ben knew that.  but he doubted he’d be able to convince any of the council that all of them could get off.   of course, uma doesn’t take that as an answer.

     “yeah, bullshit.” is what she says as he tries to explain the long and tiresome process, and then she leaves him with harry again.  uma doesn’t care what he has to say. she doesn’t care that she’s committing about twelve acts of treason right now, it’s refreshing almost, except for the fact that he’s probably going to die.

    “beasty boy, get out of your head.”  harry purrs, it’s almost calming, if you forget the shiny hook in his hand.  “uma says it’s bedtime, we gotta find someplace for you to rest you pretty little head.” he pretends he doesn't hear it, but it doesn’t work, obviously.

   he blushes, and his eyes find his way to the ground, “okay”.  it’s soft and small, which matches exactly how he feels.  he wishes he could melt into the wood that’s hard against his back, and his arms are beginning to ache with isn’t related but still on his mind.  he tugs at the rope, and harry’s eyes crinkle with the smirk that is probably on his smug face.

   “ah ah ah, i’m not untying you, princey.  you're gonna have to sleep like that.  but we can’t leave you out here. you’ve got a lotta’ people here that hate you, y’know.”  he hates that he is starting to like harry’s voice, and he writes it off because it’s dark and he can’t hear the boisterous chatter of the pirates on deck, as they have retired to bed.  uma wasn’t there, and it leaves ben to think that harry could literally kill him right now. he’s just lonely and scared.  so harry’s lilting accent is a comfort, because he’s scared. (yeah, ben doesn’t understand either)

    ben sighs, “i know.”  he does know, he just gets so hopeful.  it’s really quite stupid because he knows nothing is going to change except for the scenery.  his father says it’s his greatest flaw, that he always has hope.  only right now, he has lost hope, because he’d rather die than let uma hurt the people he loved in auradon.  (how heroic, right?)

   he thinks of audrey, and how she would be the first to tell him that she was right.  (she had planned the vks arrival in the first place, but she had still not quite agreed with it.  she had told him that villains can’t raise children, they needed extensive therapy before coming anywhere near auradon.)

   he misses audrey, she would’ve never let him do this.  he should have tried to keep in contact with his best friend, instead of keeping her out.  the princess used to calm him down when ben would get anxious, but now he’s all alone.  he can tell that once mal officially breaks up with him, her friends will follow.

   “when i said get out of your head, i fuckin’ meant it.”  he takes ben’s chin in his fingers, the notion is supposed to be sweet in an ideal world.  ben has come to learn that this is not an ideal world.  “you’re pretty, but not pretty enough that i won’t mark that skin of yours up.”  he flinches against the hold, but harry doesn’t budge.

    ben blushes at the pretty, especially the way he says it is more then mal ever has.  he undoes the ropes holding his waist, knees, and chest before harry roughly takes him by his tied hands.  “time to go below deck, hopefully this is the only time you’ll get to see it.” he pauses, and the hook is cold against his cheek.  “before uma throws you to the fishies.”

    ben nods sheepishly, “okay.” harry laughs before they start to move, and he tries to be so very careful not to fall.  he’s shivering as he moves, praying that it’ll be just a little warmer inside of the ship.  he knows better than to hope for that at least. 

    it’s a minute or so before they arrive at a dark door, with the moonlight streaming in from the circular window only highlighting the knob.  harry slides a key in the lock, holding onto ben’s hands with his hook.  the click is satisfying, but it sends a pang of nervousness to his chest.

    harry pushes him in, and he stumbles.  “stay here, i’m locking the door but i’ll be back with a blanket or something to keep you warm.”  he motions to the rickety cot looking bed strewn in the room. the mattress looked filthy, but it was something.  “not very comfortable, but only the best for his highness.”  he does his best not to correct him, because harry won’t care.

    ben nods and sits down on the bed, hands still tied.  harry’s right, it isn’t comfortable.  but it’s something at least, he could have had worse.  he’s grateful for being alive for this long, but he wishes he could apologize to everyone in auradon for failing as a king, and apologizing to some (one) for failing as a best friend.

   he curls against himself on the mattress, and he mentally praises himself for not worrying about the bugs that may be crawling beneath it.  ben is a king, but most of the time he still signs things as ‘prince benjamin’.  he says it’s just because he forgets, but he hates being king most of the time.  it’s his responsibility though, so he will push through it.

    ben is pulled rapidly out of his thoughts when he hears the floors creaking.  the clink of a key chain soon follows with the click of the door as it creaks open.  his eyes blink at the light streaming in from the window, as his room has none.  harry clears his throat, “were you sleepin’ already, princey? you sure you need the blanket after all?”  

   he knows harry expects an answer, so he says, “no, just thinking.”  harry makes little ‘hm’ sound that really doesn’t suit him at all.  if it wasn’t dark and he wasn’t being held hostage by these people, ben would probably think it was cute.  the footsteps return slowly, as harry comes closer to him with a bundle of what ben assumes is the blanket in his arms.

   what he doesn’t assume is that harry places the blanket in his arms carefully as he squats down in front of him.  his elbows were perched upon his knees, ben tries not to notice his pretty blue eyes and how they shine in the faint light.  “thinkin’ ‘bout what?”  he blinks, and suddenly his head clears of everything except for the name of a pink princess.

   “audrey,” harry tilts his head to the side, his expression unclear but he sees the motion. “my, uh, ex-girlfriend.  i kissed mal in front of everybody and i didn’t break up with her yet.”  he doesn’t give harry the chance to talk again before his mouth opens again with what seems like word-vomit. “she was my best friend, and i never said sorry.  i just miss her i guess.”

   “was she pretty?” ben’s jaw would’ve dropped on a normal day.   

    “uhm, y-yes. yeah she was- is. she is pretty, really pretty.”  harry makes an ‘ah’ sound before he stands up, it sounds like he’s brushing off his thighs.

    “if i’m not going to get to hook you tomorrow, i’d ask if i could meet her.  maybe if you ask nicely she won’t end up with the rest of your friends. i bet her and uma would get along.”  ben inhales sharply, it’s shaky but sudden.

   “please harry, please don’t hurt her.”  his voice is pathetic, but if he really does end up dying, and everything goes to shit.  all he needs to know is that the one person who did anything or everything for him, would be safe.  

   harry chuckles softly, “mm, okay pretty boy.  one pretty princess audrey off of the kill list.”  and then he’s at the door, the light shining on his face. he yawns, “goodnight, princey.”   anxiety stirs in his stomach as he swallows in time with the click of the lock.

ʚĭɞ | if you want to be on my taglist, all you have to do is like this post.  it was so difficult to write this  without accidentally multi shipping ben with literally everyone wtf... bal shippers that write during d2,,, i,,, respect u.  this isn’t a benry fic but i will not lie to u and say ben doesn’t find harry attractive. - rory

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His Treasure || Chap 11.5

Pirate!Baekhyun x Reader - Series

Summary: It’s either on your knees and beg for your life or your’e walking the plank.

Absolutely NO plagiarizing my work. Moodboard by @byunfirstlady

(this one’s pretty short I’m afraid)

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There was no signs of any chances of you being able to escape, and Baekhyun seemed to be pretty aware of that as he spoke up, scoffing while he did so.

“Sorry hun, but even a fuckass pretty boy like him won’t be able to save you now. You honestly think he can stand a chance against me? Am I supposed to laugh? Who the hell is he anyways?”

Growling, you glared at Baekhyun. “Yes actually,” you said, hoping you sounded brave enough. “I KNOW he can protect me from you. I’m not exactly sure you know who your messing with.”

Baekhyun frowned, his eyes glaring right back at you. “And it seems to me that you have forgotten who I am and what I am capable of.” he sighed, almost disappointingly. “Well, no worries, I’ll straighten you out when I take you back to the shi-”

“(Y/n)?”

The feeling of Baekhyun stiffening in front of you was something that came to you as a shock. The pirate pinning you down seemed to choke on his own breathing as he suddenly went still.

“Are you there my lady?”

When Jaebum’s voice called out again, Baekhyun moved again, seeming to listen to who was talking, and he suddenly had a furious look in his eyes.

“You…” he growled, scaring you. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”

“What?” you choked confused to what he was saying. “W-what are you talking about??” you were going to say more but the sound of footsteps drawing near held you back.

Baekhyun groaned, clearly uneasy. He drew his face in closer to yours. “We are far from done, you hear?” he snarled, pushing you to the side as he suddenly ran away, leaving you crumpled on the floor, bewildered at what had happened in the span of twenty minutes.

You jumped when you felt a hand being placed on your shoulders. Turning your head around, you let out a sigh once your eyes made contact with Jaebum’s.

“You scared me Your Highness.” You said frowning, bringing a hand up to calm your beating heart as you stared at him with wide eyes.

Jaebum looked down at you and gave a small pout. “I’m sorry my lady. But you got up and dashed so suddenly I thought something bad had happened. Everything all right? And… why are you out here in the back alone?” he said, looked around with a puzzled look.

You looked down at your hands.

No, you couldn’t tell him. You weren’t still completely sure if this man can be trusted. But, what if he was nice? Would he help you? Would he help protect you from the monster you’ve been trying to get away from?

You sighed, closing your eyes and trying to calm down your heart and clear your head. You didn’t notice Jaebum give you a worried look. He looked at you in surprise when you lifted your head, sending him a small smile.

“I’m fine your Highness.” You said, slowly trying you get up. “No need to worry. A lot has been on my mind, nothing you need to worry about.”

Jaebum silently nodded and reached his hands out to hold you and help you stand up. At the feeling of his hands around you, you felt your cheeks burn up and you jumped away on instinct. Jaebum only gave you a confused looked, and you coughed nervously.

“S-sorry.” Stop stuttering dammit. “Let’s go back and eat, shall we? I’m pretty much starving by now.”

The prince nodded, deciding to ignore how strange you were being at the moment. ‘She’s probably shy.’ He thought.

“Of course.” He said, lifting his arm for you to hold on to. “I believe you’re going to enjoy the selection of food I have decided on for tonight. It’s quite exquisite.”

You smiled, holding his arm with a grateful nod.

“I look forward to it, Your Highness.”

You gave a small smile as you watched Jaebum bend down to place a small kiss on your hand.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked hopefully, looking up at you with a smile.

You chuckle and nodded. “If we’re meant to, we will.” You joked.

The boy laughed, letting go of your hand.

“You’re different, Miss (y/n). But… I guess that’s what I like about you. Well, have a pleasant night!”

You barely had time to process his words and when you did, you had to cover your face with your hands because of how flustered you believed your face was.

“G-goodnight Your Highness.”

Once Jaebum was out sight, you slipped into your room. Your muscles felt tired and your eyes struggled to stay open any longer. Deciding on a nice bath, you walked into your bathroom and made your way towards the bath tub.

A few minutes later, you were neck deep into warm, bubbly water and you honestly felt like you were in heaven.

Now this is the life you wish you lived every day. Though you couldn’t help but think every now and then how too good to be true your current situation was, you decided that fate must have some sort of weird, twisted plans for you, so you weren’t going to complain about staying in a palace any time soon.

You sighed, leaning your head back against the tub and looked at the ceiling above your head. You wondered how things were back home. Was everything left as it was? Destroyed, left alone for the world to see the damage that’s been caused?

You frowned and ducked your head underneath the water.

‘Stop. Stop thinking about things that are only going to disappoint you.’

Once you were done with your bath, you grabbed a bathrobe that was folded neatly nearby in a wardrobe and put it on, marveling at the warmth it started to give out. It reached your ankles, and you lifted the second piece of long, thin fabric attached to it so you could tie the robe close in front of you.

Walking out of the bathroom, you made your way towards the huge walk in wardrobe placed in the corner of your room in hopes of finding a nightgown to wear.

But before you could move any further, you froze.

Were… the lights turned off when you went to take a bath? And… why was the balcony window open?

‘Hmm. My focus must really be off.’

You decided to turn on the lights later, opting to close the balcony doors first.

The white curtains flew around by the wind, looking like ghosts trying to dance. You grasped the glass doors and looked outside. By now, and what you had been through, the sight of the sea would’ve sicken you at this point. But the way how peaceful and serene the calm ocean looked ahead of the garden that was positioned in front of you might have changed your mind a little bit.

But really deep down, you were sick of it.

You looked at the trees that partially hid your figure, not having to worry about anyone seeing you in your bathrobe, practically naked.

The feeling of the wind flowing right at you and through your hair made you sigh in slight content.

Perhaps, if things did turn out alright in the end, maybe, staying here wouldn’t be such a bad idea, right? Seulgi was really nice, and you did genuinely feel like you could trust her. Jaebum too was something. 

But, were you wife material? That’s what bothered you. And are you capable of making someone happy for life? You never were in a relationship before. Yeah you’ve had your fair share of crushes and interests in some men, but that’s all they ever were, crushes. You weren’t sure if you had any capabilities of looking after someone else other than your father.

When another wind blew by you –though this one was a bit more stronger- you decided to head back in, noticing how cold it was starting to get.

But as soon as you turned around, you froze.

Baekhyun, whom was leaning against one of the glass doors, had an almost disappointed look on his face as he looked to his side.

“You know,” he said, and you could hear the frustration in his voice as he twirled a small gun in his hands. “You really do like making things difficult for me, don’t you?”

You stumbled backwards until you hit the ceramic railings behind you.

What… how… since when-?!

Baekhyun sighed, cutting off your panicked thoughts. He lifted his head and shot you a deadpanned look.

“So, you’re the soon-to-be-bride of Prince Shitface, huh?”

“How did you end up here?!” you yelled, once you regained your senses back. “We… we’re in a palace that’s crawling with guards!!”

Baekhyun scoffed. “The palace may be heavily guarded, but these idiots really don’t care about the back garden by the looks of it. I climbed up the trees to get here.”

You stilled, completely shocked by what you heard. Slowly though, you turned your head around to look at the garden below.

Even though you were like four floors high, you could see that what Baekhyun was saying was true, as the whole lush green place was barren of anyone, apart from a few maids who were walking around here and there, seeming to enjoy some free time, there was no one else there.

“The trees definitely were a bit annoying to climb up I must say, nonetheless, I still found you, so I guess I can’t complain much can I?”

“Why are you still after me?”

“Hmm?”

The pirate looked at the back of your head.

You growled, tearing your eyes away from the garden to look at him with utter rage.

“You come chasing after me again, and again, in an exhausting cycle, no matter how hard I try to get away from you. And every time I think the coast is clear, every time I think I'm finally safe and far away from you, I find out you’re one step behind me, literally breathing down my neck!”

The boy flashed you a smirk. “And that’s supposed to be a problem kitten?”

Your glare deepened at the nickname.

“What the hell do you actually want from me?!” you yelled, tired of everything. Life, this castle, him. “I ask you every single time and not once have you given me an answer! Out with it already! I was an ordinary girl, I had no relationship or bad blood with you in anyway, you just swooped in my life one day and decided to make it hell! Why?! I have no value!”

Baekhyun raised his hands mockingly.

“Woah there princess.” He said. “Better calm down, don’t want anyone knowing I'm here now, would you?”

You crossed your arms. “Actually, if anything, that’s exactly what I’d want to happen. Then they can take you away for good.”

Baekhyun sighed and shook his head. “No actually, it wouldn’t be a good thing.” He looked up and glared at you, slowly walking towards you.

“Think about it. You, someone who suddenly appeared in the castle, marrying the island’s prince? Imagine if they found out that you knew me, a pirate, leader of the most feared crew on the seas. Accusations and questions of trust will surely come to rise. They will think you’re partnered up with me and in plot to kill their prince or something. Nothing ever good comes out when you’re with a pirate.”

You were flabbergasted. “But... but, I’m not partnered with you, I hate you! I’m dying to just escape from you!”

You gasped when he was chest to chest with you.

Baekhyun looked like he couldn’t care less about how you felt. “Is that so? Try telling that to anyone here. They won’t listen to anyone or anything when it comes to pirates. We’re just bad news ya hear? The number one thing people fear here in this world is us, because we’re ruthless and dubbed as barbaric. We do whatever we want, whenever we want and take what we believe is ours. Just like I'm going to do with you.”

“But what do you want from me?” you sighed this time in silence, tired of repeating yourself over and over again. “Why am I suddenly so valuable?”

Baekhyun was silent as his eyes bore into yours. His eyes suddenly traveled down your figure, and you were surprised when he suddenly smirked.

“You should go change. Do you want someone walking in on you? Don’t tell me you’re actually falling for that shitface.”

You turned red. “N-no I’m not! Shut up!”

Baekhyun gave a low laugh and your breath hitched at the sound.

‘... Please tell me my heart did not just speed up because of that sound...’

“Are you seriously naked underneath?”

This time you pushed him away from you with sheer force. Baekhyun tumbled back, grinning as he did so.

“You really should go back inside. Who knows, maybe even I’ll be tempted to do something.”

“Try and I’ll push you off this balcony, then you can kiss your status as captain of EXO goodbye.”

Baekhyun shrugged. “You can try, but killing me is practically impossible. I’m a hundred times stronger than you, a fact I'm pretty sure you know as well.” Before you could retort, Baekhyun began to walk towards the ledge of the balcony and swung himself up to sit on it. “...Try figuring out yourself.”

“...Huh??”

“You want to know why I need you so badly?” he turned his head to look at you. “Then go find out why. No one wants to help you? Not my problem. I’m not telling you anything and I don’t care if you never end up knowing. If you find out on your own account, it doesn’t matter to me.”

You stared at him in silence, glaring.

Fine, you will. No matter what it takes, you will figure it out.

“You’re awfully calm this time.” you told him suspiciously. “Before near the restaurant when we met, you were more keen on taking me away as soon as you saw me. But now, you seem to be holding back…”

Baekhyun made a face. “That’s partially true.” He said, almost annoyed that he was admitting it. “Even though I badly want to take you back with me and teach you a lesson,” at this you shivered, “I’m also not stupid. I see the guards, I see what position your stuck in, I see how I can’t just swoop you up and take you to my ship, it’ll only cause me annoyances.”

His glare hardened.

“But I have eyes, and I have ears. Not only mine, but all of my crews’, scattered around this place near the castle. Anything they hear or see, they report to me. Anything they see or hear you do, they report to me. We don’t plan on leaving you alone, and we have a plan to take you back. Patience is all we need, no matter how much of a nuisance it’ll be, we will never hand you over to Jaebum.”

And with that, Baekhyun leapt forward and held onto the tree that was next to him, getting ready to go down, but paused once more. He spoke his next words without looking at you.

“Until then, don’t trust anyone. Not even that royal ass. You don’t know what he’s like, or what he’s done. If you want to value you life,” he looked up at you.

“You will stay away from him, far away.”

And then he was gone. Down he climbed and stealthily ran away from the castle.

Where? You didn’t know. But you knew you’d be seeing more of him, and this time, you knew you had no choice.

With a gloomy look, you made your way inside, locking the glass doors behind you and slowly changing into a nightgown that you found in the walk in wardrobe.

As you lay down in your queen sized bed, you could’ve fallen straight to sleep by how comfortable you were, but Baekhyun’s words continued to run through your head, and the worrying feeling did not leave your stomach.

You did not sleep well that night.

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~The Edge of Heaven~

Moodboard credit: Myself, @badwolf-in-the-impala. None of the pictures are mine obviously. Only the editing.

Chapter One || Chapter Two ||

A/N: Sorry I suck and took forever to get this posted. I have one too many fics and not enough brain cells to go around lol...anywho, one minor change that I made, after some more writing/character building for James, is I decided on a different Faceclaim for him, so that has been changed in the Moodboard. I decided that Luke Evans ended up being a better fit than Paul Wesley...cause you know, I’m the worlds most indecisive person. But yeah, I’ll stop rambling now. ENJOY! Let me know if you would like to be added to the TAGLIST ^-^. Sorry if this chapter is kinda shitty.

Word Count: 4,669

Pairings: Thomas Shelby x OC

Face-Claims: Emily Rudd as Aurora - ((Luke Evans as James))

Rating: Mature/18+

General Warnings: Spousal abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, violence general Peaky related things...none of which I romanticize, support, or condone by any means. 

Chapter Warnings: Controlling spouse. Abuse - physical and verbal. General angst. 

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Several hours after Aurora and James had returned home from the party, Aurora sat alone in their porcelain, claw-foot tub. Knees tucked into her chest as she rested her chin a top them, trying her best to ignore the throbbing of her freshly bruised left cheek, and the split lower her lip. James’ outburst upon their arrival home having been far greater than she anticipated...and while this hadn’t been a first time occurrence; it was the first one in awhile.

The short drive home had been quiet between the two of them. He was drunk and Aurora could tell by his body language that he was upset with her, even despite his calm demeanor on the outside. But his grip on the steering wheel of their car told a different story. His fingers gripping it so tight, that it caused his knuckles to turn a ghostly shade of white. 

Her first mistake upon exiting the car, had been daring to open her mouth in hopes of giving her husband an explanation; and more importantly, to apologize for leaving him while she went gallivanting off around the property with Ada.  “I’m sorry abou’ this evenin’, James...really, I didn’ mean to be away for so long while I was with Ada; it was jus’ so nice to see everyone again I lost track of--” 

The blow that came from his hand striking her across the face was hard enough to knock Aurora off balance, as it caught her off guard mid-apology. Sending her stumbling backwards as she tripped over the bottom of her dress and collided with the walkway beneath her. The gravel biting into the delicate skin of her forearms and knees, causing her to cry out.

“You shut your Goddamn mouth, you useless fucking Whore! Do you have any idea how much of an embarrassment your behavior was too me, tonight?!” James had roared as he stepped over her, raking an agitated hand through short brown locks of hair, sending it into disarray as he began pacing back and forth, like a lion in a cage, as his temper spiraled out of control. Aurora immediately falling silent as she stared at the ground; cradling her injured cheek carefully as the situation escalated. Not trusting herself enough just yet, to try and get back up on her feet.

“Leave it to my fucking wife, to be the one running around, just like old times, throwing herself at any man who’ll fucking pay attention to her like she’s a Goddamn Harlot! You just can’t fucking help yourself, can you?! CAN YOU?!” He scolded.

“I-It wasn’ like that!” Aurora stuttered, trying to defend herself. “If ye’d jus’ let me explain-”

“I know what I fucking saw, Aurora! Are you trying to say that I’m a liar?!” James fumed as he rounded on her, dark eyes clouded with rage;  his voice starting to go hoarse from all the shouting. Aurora shook her head in reply, falling silent as James continued to rebuke her for the behavior she had displayed earlier that evening, and more importantly, for her actions of spending time alone in the presence of another man without his permission.

Eventually, James yanked her up to her feet once he felt his point had been made, before dragging her alongside him by the arm into the house, where he abandoned her in the foyer of their home and locked himself in his study with a bottle of whiskey for the night. But not before delivering one final backhanded slap across her face, the one that left her lower lip swollen and split. Filling her mouth with taste of copper as she forced herself to keep her chin up in an attempt to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, as her husband glared down at her for one more brief moment. His dark eyes filled with such hatred and disgust towards her that it made Aurora wish she could physically disappear.

Thus, how she came to find herself sitting alone in the tub. Door locked and the water turning cold, as she patiently waited for the sounds of his incessant pacing to finally cease so that she could sneak off to bed. Knowing it would be better for her to avoid being caught in her husband's presence a second time that night.

So when the house had finally fallen silent, Aurora climbed out of the tub and toweled herself off; brushing out her dark hair and braiding it, before slipping into her silk nightgown and tiptoeing carefully down to the bedroom that she and her husband rarely shared. Pausing briefly outside the door of James’ study, just to be sure the pacing had actually stopped. Finding only silence coming from within the room as she pressed her ear carefully against the door. 

Aurora allowed herself a quiet sigh of relief as she turned and hurried the rest of the way down the hallway and into the bedroom...Locking the door behind herself and crossed the room, climbing into bed and burrowing deep beneath the blankets, into the feather tick mattress, as she closed her eyes.

Her quiet, brokenhearted sobs falling on deaf ears as she lay there, silently wondering to herself where she had gone so wrong with her life. The tears that fell from emerald eyes, soaking and staining her pillowcase, as she cried herself to sleep.

~

The next morning when she woke, James was nowhere to be found in their home, and the absence of his car meant that he would likely be gone until late evening; if he even came home at all. Leaving Aurora to enjoy a somewhat stress free day, filled mostly with unpacking the last of their belongings and organizing her new home a bit more, once she had completed all the chores that needed doing out in the Stables. All the work falling to her for now, as James had yet to hire any sort of help since the move.

Aurora had been in the midst of cleaning up her dishes from lunch when the phone started to ring, and thinking it could possibly be her husband, she was quick to stop what she was doing and answer it. “Turner residence?” She answered in a cheery tone, despite the solemn expression she wore on her battered face.

“May I speak to Aurora, please.” The woman asked politely.

“This is her?” Aurora replied.

“Aurora! It’s Ada!” The voice greeted excitedly, putting a small smile on Aurora’s face almost instantly.

“Hi, Ada.” She chuckled softly. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?”

“Well,” Ada started. “The boys an’ I are still over at Tommy’s, an’ we got to wonderin’, if maybe you and y’er husband would like to come over? Maybe visit over some tea?” The tone of her voice held an air of hopefulness about it, and by the sounds of the scuffle going on in the background, Aurora was guessing that Ada wasn’t the only one listening in on the conversation.

“I don’ see why not.” Aurora glanced up at the clock, noting it was still early enough that a few hours couldn’t hurt. It’s not like James would be back anytime soon and besides, it’s not like he needed to know anyways if he was going to be an absolute dick about it. “Lemme jus’ tidy up a lil’ first and I’ll be over in say, half an hour?” 

“Sounds lovely!” Ada exclaimed over the collection of hoops and hollers from Arthur and John that could now be heard in the background. “We’ll see you soon!” And on that note, they hung up.

Aurora was quick to dress; changing into black pair of riding breeches, long sleeved teal blouse and a pair of riding boots. She touched up what little makeup she already wore and tidied her hair up a bit. Tying it up into a half ponytail, leaving the underneath bit down and throwing on a light wool duster, before heading back downstairs where she left a note for James, just in case he should return before she did, explaining that she had gone out for a ride and would be back before supper. 

She made sure to leave the note where he would be sure to see it and headed out to the stable to saddle up one of her horses. Settling on a Dapple Grey mare that she hadn’t ridden in a while; the horse more than eager to get out and stretch her legs. Especially after all the weeks of traveling overseas they’d had to endure.

“Settle down, Lady.” Aurora told the animal firmly as she gave her a pat on the neck, calming the beast a bit before Aurora finished doing up the saddles cinch. The horse nickering softly and turning her head to nudge Aurora’s arm, demanding more attention and nearly knocking her over in the process. “Oi, don’ go gettin’ cheeky with me now! I’m movin’ as fast I can, you impatient nag.” The horse gave another snort, turning her head away as Aurora finished up and untied her before leading them both out of the stables. Mounting the animal with ease before steering them down the drive and off towards Thomas’ estate. 

 ~

The ride took a little longer than expected, after Lady had decided to take them on a little detour across the ditch bank and through some willows. The trip resulting in a broken set of reins, a missing stirrup, and one bruised ego on Aurora’s part. Mumbling under her breath at the horse about having to walk the last two miles of the way, as they reached their destination finally. 

“Car troubles?” Thomas’ voice caught her by surprise, making her jump slightly as she turned around to where he was standing near the front door, shoulder propped against a pillar, enjoying a cigarette. A small smirk fixed to his lips after clearly having witnessed her mumbling to herself.

“Nah.” Aurora chuckled softly with a shake of her head as she approached him. “But I can sell ye a horse real cheap, if y’er interested?” She joked; Lady giving an unamused snort as she jerked at the broken rein in her hand, catching Thomas’ attention. 

“Rough trip?” Thomas questioned as he pointed to the damaged tack, flicking away the last of his cigarette, one brow raised curiously, as he approached them.

“That would be puttin’ it mildly.” Aurora sighed as the horse bumped her nose against her lower back, pushing her forward a bit. 

“Sounds like ya could use a drink then, eh?” Thomas chuckled as he waved over a nearby footman. “Take Mrs. Turner’s horse ‘ere over to the stables.” He instructed the older man who took the reins from Aurora. “An’ have the stable lads fix up the busted tack for her, eh?”

“Of course. Right away, Mr. Shelby.” The man nodded as he turned, flashing Aurora a quick smile before leading the horse off to the stables.

“Thank you.” 

“Don’ mention it.” Thomas grinned as he looked down at her, though that grin quickly faulted as he took in the bruising on her cheek, as well as the split that adorned her lower lip. Neither of which had been there the night before. He was just about to ask what had happened when the door flew open to reveal Ada, hands on her hips as she glared at her older brother.

“She’s not jus’ ‘ere for you, ya know!” Ada scolded playfully as she started to usher the pair back inside. “I know ya missed her, but ye have’ta share, Thomas!” Aurora gave a soft laugh, watching as Thomas rolled his eyes at his Ada, who’d gone off rambling about the tea getting cold or some nonsense he could have cared less about, as they were dragged along into the drawing room where everyone else sat waiting.

“Jesus! Wha’ happened to y’er face?!” Ada gasped as she turned around to ask Aurora how she liked her tea, finally slowing down long enough to take notice of the injuries.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Aurora brushed it off with a soft laugh as she took a seat in one of the nearby armchairs. “I must’ve been drunker than I realized las’ night...Fell gettin’ out of the damn car when we got home.” 

“Ye really haven’ changed a fuckin’ bit!” Arthur gave a hearty laugh in response, making it Ada’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Aye, she always was a touch acciden’ prone wa’nt she?” John joked, kicking his feet up on the table as he settled back in his own chair. Wiggling his brows playfully at her, as he rolled around the toothpick between his lips as they curved upwards into that cocky grin of his that Aurora remembered so well.

“Yeah? Well, tha’ never stopped me from pullin’ yer dumb arse outta the fire, more times than I should ‘ave, now did it?” She shot back with a playful glare, John holding up his hands in mock surrender, knowing she wasn’t wrong.

“Still feisty as ever too.” Arthur commented as the group broke into a fit of laughter, seemingly convinced that what happened to her face had been nothing more than a mere accident...All save for Thomas. Who was more than a little skeptical. The worry in that icy blue gaze of his, more than evident as he approached to hand her a glass of whiskey. Aurora purposely avoiding his gaze as she fell into conversation with Ada.

Thomas remained silent for the most part during the conversations between Aurora and the rest of his siblings. Taking in every detail about her life, no matter how small and insignificant she wrote it off to be. These parts of her life were new and exciting to him and he very much wanted to hear more about them, and in great detail...All of them.

“Do you ‘ave horses?” Ada inquired as she poured herself another cup of tea, trying to keep the small talk alive, while also trying to find out as much about Aurora as possible, without getting too terribly personal; not wanting to pry to far. 

“Aye, several.” Aurora nodded as she finished the last of her whiskey. “Most of ‘em stayed behind at our property back in America, but my best few made the journey with us.” She added with a soft smile.

“Wha’ kinda horses?” Arthur asked, curiously.

“Mostly event horses.” Aurora replied. “Dressage, showjumping, tha’ sorta thing. We ‘ave several race horses as well though, tha’ I raised for James back home in Louisville. Some of the best.” 

“Well, we would expect no less from ye.” Arthur teased, patting her shoulder on his way by to grab the whiskey decanter from its place beside the hearth. “Aside from Tom, ye always did ‘ave alot’a sense when it came to the horses.”

“Oh please…” Aurora blushed, her voice growing softer as she glanced away at the compliment. Trying to dismiss it as she added, “I was never tha’ good...Tommy was always the better horseman.”

“I beg to differ.” Thomas chimed in, only furthering the blush that tinted her cheeks crimson; making him grin. “Matter o’fact, I bet ye could still out race me any day.” 

Aurora was about to argue how that had always boiled down to luck, more than anything else, when a young stable lad came rushing in, clutching his cap nervously as he stood awkwardly in the doorway. Turning several shades of white as everyone in the room turned to look at him at the same time.

“Lemme guess,” Aurora piped up before anyone else could. Keeping her tone reassuring as she addressed the young man, having already made an educated guess as to what this was about. “Lady let herself out of her stall, didn’ she?” The young man nodded quickly in reply. 

“We’ve been try’na catch her, Mrs. Turner, r-really...b-but she keeps gettin’ away.” 

“It’s quite alrigh’.” Aurora chuckled as she stood up from her chair, motioning for him to lead the way to wherever that crazy beast of hers was currently running amuck. “Tha’ bloody horse is too smart for her own good sometimes.” They were almost to the front door when she noted that Thomas had joined them, giving him a small smile as they made their way outside. Aurora sighing as they watched two more of the stable hands chasing the Grey mare about the yard as she nickered loudly, tossing her head in what appeared to be amusement as she romped and bucked about.

“Oi!” Aurora shouted, her voice catching the mares attention immediately as Aurora stepped down into the gravel of the driveway, one hand propped on her hip, as she gave the horse a rather disapproving look. “Did ye leave all y’er manners back in America? Bloody fuckin’ horse.” Thomas let out a chuckle as he watched Aurora give a sharp whistle, the mare turning and prancing over to her owner proudly; swishing her tail and catching one of the stable hands in the face as she totted by. 

“I swear, y’er gonna be the bloody death me if ye don’ knock off this nonsense.” Aurora muttered as she clipped the lead that had just been brought to her onto Lady’s halter, before passing her off to the stable lad from earlier. 

“Smart horse ye’ve got.” Thomas stated with a hint of amusement to his tone as he came to stand beside Aurora; watching as the stable hands lead Lady back down to the stables. Aurora shook her head with a soft smile as she glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye. 

“Oh, she’s smart alrigh’...” Aurora gave a snort as she crossed her arms. “Bloody horse has cost me more in damages than anythin’ else, an’ she’s barely Four!” 

“Does she race?” Thomas asked out of curiosity as they started walking towards the barn. Aurora shook her head in answer.

“No. At least not tha’ I’ve tried. She was meant to be a Show Horse; a jumper, specifically. But the damn Nag’s got the attention span of a nat.” Aurora replied.

“Aye, no wonder she’s bored…” Thomas teased. A slight smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth as Aurora gave him a playful shove; trying to stave off a smirk of her own as she rolled her eyes. “Really though.” Thomas chuckled. “Ye should bring her out to the track sometime. Let’er run. See how she does? Never know, she might surprise ya.” 

“Maybe…” Aurora sighed. “Need’ta do somethin’ with her, ‘fore James decides to get rid of her.” Thomas frowned at Aurora’s answer, noting the slight change in her demeanor at the comment. So subtle he almost missed it, as it was gone in an instant as she covered it up with a smile and added, “He’s not exactly fond of wastin’ money on my hobbies.” 

“Well, if it ever comes to it, I’d be more than ‘appy to take her off y’er hands for ye.” Thomas offered as they entered into the stables, pausing to give Lady -- who was now tethered in the stable lane -- a scratch behind the ears; the Mare letting out a soft nicker as she leaned into the touch. Aurora gave him a soft smile at the offer.

“Aye, well, she seems to like ye well enough, so I’ll have’ta keep that in mind.” She replied, leaning up against one of the empty stalls as she watched Thomas inspect Lady closely; mentally noting things about the horses build, height, and temperament as he circled her slowly. Giving Lady another pat once he had finished, before walking over to join Aurora.

“She’s still growin’, but no doubt tha’ she’d take right to the track. Especially if she loves to run.” Thomas admitted truthfully as he lit a cigarette, taking a drag before offering it to Aurora, who accepted with a smile before taking a drag of her own, wincing as she was reminded of the cut on her bottom lip. 

“Helluva fall ye must’ve taken, eh?” Thomas frowned, shifting so that he was standing in front of Aurora now. Watching as she averted her gaze, exhaling a trail of smoke from the drag she had taken; cheeks tinting crimson out of embarrassment as she fidgeted with the cigarette between her fingertips. 

“Aye, well, I never was very graceful...” Aurora tried to brush off the question with a laugh, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of crimson as Thomas’ fingers gripped her chin lightly, tilting it up as he inspected the bruise on her cheek. His thumb ghosting along the curve of her lower lip gently, the sensation causing a shiver to run down her spine. 

“Hardly how I remember it…” Thomas stated with a frown, though his expression remained soft as his blue eyes glanced up from studying the split on her lip. Aurora swallowing almost audibly as she glanced up finally, green eyes meeting his. The still burning cigarette she held between her fingers falling briefly forgotten; their gazes saying more in that small window of silence, than words could ever begin to cover; Thomas about to speak, when Aurora startled at the chiming of the stables clock, noting that it was well past Five in the evening as she glanced over her shoulder with a frown. 

“It’s late...I should be gettin’ back.” Aurora said softly, clearing her throat nervously as she took a step back, ashing the cigarette between her finger before taking a final drag and passing it back to Thomas as she stepped around him to re-saddle Lady. Thomas giving a nod as he finished off the smoke, grinding out the last of it with the heel of his shoe before lending her a hand. Bridling the mare while Aurora finished doing up the cinch, before giving her a leg up and leading the pair out of the stables and up to the driveway. Checking thoroughly over the bridle, as well as the stirrup, to insure they had been properly fixed before letting her be on her way. 

“Thank you for havin’ me.” Aurora thanked him, her smile seeming a little too forced as she glanced down. “And do give y’er family my apologies for havin’ to cut my visit short...But, perhaps we can get together again soon.” 

“Of course.” Thomas gave her a nod as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, taking a step back as Aurora urged the horse forward, stopping a few feet away to look over her shoulder as Thomas called after her.

“Rora?” Aurora’s expression softened hearing him use the nickname that she had grown so fond of, when they were children. 

“Don’ be a stranger, eh? Y’er always more than welcome ‘ere.” Aurora’s smile grew a little as she gave him a nod, urging Lady forward again as they exited the driveway. Giving Thomas one final wave before taking off down the road at a Canter...Silently praying that James would not be home yet.

~

Aurora was thankful that James’ car was still absent from the driveway upon her arrival home. Heading straight into the stables where she untacked Lady and returned her to proper stall after giving her a quick grooming, followed by feeding her, as well as the rest of the horses before returning to the house where she started on dinner -- a meal of Mutton, fresh baked bread, and potatoes.  As well as unpacking the last half a dozen or so boxes that she had been working on earlier that day before Ada called.

It was well past Ten in the evening before James returned to their home; Drunk, as Aurora had suspected he would be. He barely spoke a word to her upon his return. Simply ordering her to bring his dinner up to the Study, and in a timely manner, along with a bottle of Irish Whiskey from the cellars. 

Aurora did as instructed, without question, just as she always did. Making sure the meal she had prepared hours before -- a meal that she herself hadn’t even touched -- was re-heated and fixed up to his standards, fetching the bottle of whiskey and a glass, before ascending the stairs to James’ study. Aurora paused briefly in front of the solid oak door that lie closed in front of her, swallowing around the thick, dry lump that had formed  in her throat, before raising her hand and giving three sturdy, sharp knocks -- More sturdy than her trembling hands felt, at least.

“Enter.” Was the only response she received, prompting her to carefully balance the serving tray as she reached down and turned the doorknob carefully, stepping inside. She placed his dinner carefully on the cleared area of his desk, specifically designated for his meals, beside him. The silence that hung between them thick, and very unsettling. It put Aurora on edge, but she managed to maintain her composure as she clasped her hands neatly in front of her. Not daring to move from the spot where she stood, until he had dismissed her from his presence. 

And as if he could sense the nervousness that rolled silently off of Aurora, as she stood silently, just behind his chair; James made a point to draw out the dismissal she so desperately waited for. Praying that if he chose to speak, that he would ask her about anything other than what she had done all day.

“Mutton, again?” James questioned her, not even bothering to look up from ledger laid out before him as he studied it closely. Making notes here and there. Aurora shifted uncomfortably as she cleared her throat, nodding even though James wasn’t looking at her to see it.

“Yes…” She answered softly. “I haven’ been able to do the shoppin’ yet, an’ it’s all we had left--” Aurora stopped abruptly as James raised his hand to silence her rambling before she could continue on anymore.

“Take the car tomorrow morning and do whatever needs to be done.” James stated flatly. “The shopping, see about hiring some help…” He continued, retrieving a key from his pocket and unlocking the second drawer to his right, where he pulled out another set of keys and stood. Slowly, he made his way over to the safe that sat in the corner. The safe that he’d had made special, just before their departure to England. Two turns of the key counter clockwise, one turn clockwise, followed by one full rotation, also clockwise. That released the heavy cast iron cover that shielded the dial of the safe.

Clockwise, 32...Clockwise, 18...Counter Clockwise, 53...Clockwise, 15...Click, and the safe was open.

Pulling out a stack of money he counted out more than enough than would be needed for the shopping and hiring of some staff to help around the property. Tucking the rest of the money safely back in the safe before closing it, spinning the dial, and replacing the heavy cast iron covering. Turning, James crossed the room to tower over Aurora. Her first instinct to avert her gaze to the floor, her heart skipping a beat as his calloused fingers came up to grip her chin, forcing her gaze up to meet his dark brown eyes. A frown gracing his thin lips, as he carefully traced a thumb over the mark on her left cheek; trailing it down across the split that adorned her lip before allowing his hand to fall away entirely.

“Use whatever money is left over to buy something nice for yourself...I have an important meeting tomorrow, I’m not sure what time I’ll be finished. Perhaps you should visit that friend of yours, what was her name? Ada! … Maybe inquire about some work. Leave me her number and I’ll ring you when I’m finished. Understood?” 

Aurora nodded as she took the money he held out for her to take. Tucking it safely inside the pocket of her apron before looking back up at her husband, carefully studying the hard to read expression he wore. 

“You’re dismissed.” He added. Turning back to his desk where he took his seat and returned to looking over the ledger. Leaving Aurora to make her way to the door, trying not to appear too eager to escape the study, when his voice caught her attention again. Aurora turning to acknowledge him as he spoke her name.

“And Aurora? You would do wise to stay away from that Thomas fellow. Am I clear?” 

Aurora’s heart nearly stopped beating entirely as she gave a nod, clearing her throat nervously as James straightened in his chair, arching an eyebrow sternly as he awaited her answer. One that came with a forced smile of sincerity, before she closed the door behind herself.

 “Of course, Love.”

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