#let Lucy have fun jesus

[draculasweedsmokinggirlfriend]

Tumblr when Lucy jokes about wanting to marry all her suitors:

Omg Lucy is so cute and so funny

Tumblr when Lucy in that very same letter makes jokes about how shes a woman and isnt good enough for any of the suitors:

Omg Lucy hates women wtf

[wosowrites]

One Time Won’t Hurt (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️smut smut smut. like… loads of it⚠️

prompt: in which you and alexia try to convince each other that one time won’t hurt, but it doesn’t end up being one time.

a/n: this is so bad but i wanted to get something out for u guys

Bodies tangled, lips a mess, hands feeling, touching, exploring, hips grinding, loud moaning. And that was all before clothes even came off. "One time," you exhaled into her lips, pressing your foreheads together and letting your breath get mixed. "One time won’t hurt," she added, putting her hands on your ass and pushing you impossibly closer into her.

You audibly whimpered and then gasped as she started kissing your neck. Alexia moved aside the strap of your shirt and then your bra, kissing your shoulder.

You breathed out, digging your nails into her back and moaning into her ear. "Yeah. One time," your cried out.

Five hours earlier

Alexia, Mapi, Ingrid, Sandra, Patri, Keira and Lucy were sitting in your apparement, having wine, cheeses, charcuterie and other snacks. You were all talking, laughing and having fun. Only issue was your spanish wasn’t great and although you tried to concentrate and really understand what they were saying, you were mostly just exchanging lost looks with Keira.

Eventually, you got up and went into the kitchen to open another bottle of rosé. Keira followed suite.

"Jesus. I don’t know what they’re saying. I heard my name and they all looked at me and laughed and I did too but I do not know what they said," you sighed. "I mean we take spanish classes like three times a week and then in real life they talk so speedy it just-" you started ranting. "They said you were clumsy during training today," Keira said, popping open a bottle of champagne. "I was gonna open wine, and how did you get that?" you asked her, leaning against the counter and crossing your arms. "Okay so maybe i’m becoming able to pick up sentences here and there…" she said. "No. No, no, I can not be the only non spanish speaker on the team Kei. I’m cutting you off from spanish lessons!" you groaned, walking into the living room.

You spent the rest of the gathering zoned out on Alexia. She was sitting with her legs slighting open and her arms crossed and all you could think about was how beautiful she would look in that position minute her clothing.

At 11:00, people started to leave which you were silently grateful as you were tired and honestly feeling left out even though that wasn’t the intention of the girls whatsoever.

You had moved to spain six months ago and had been playing for Barca since the January transfer window. You loved the style of play here and almost everything about it, but you did feel like an outsider.

You bid goodbye to the girls and then let yourself fall on the couch. You sighed heavily, your sigh turning into a tremble as you felt tears come to your eyes. Moving away from england had been harder than you anticipated. You heard movement behind you and shot up to your feet. Alexia stood in the doorway of the washroom. "Sorry, oh, everyone’s gone," she said, looking around. You swiped at your cheeks and nodded. "Uhm, yeah. Sorry I completely forgot you were in there," you said. "It’s okay, I ended up getting a call from Ona so I was in there for a while," she said. "Are you okay y/n/n? You look-"

"Spain is hard," you answered, not wanting to draw out the conversation longer than necessary. "What do you mean?" she asked, sitting down next to you. "I mean that I don’t know what you guys are saying. I pretend I do but I really don’t. And I feel like I’m not good enough to play here," you sighed, putting your head in your hands and resting your elbows on your knees.

"Don’t think that. You are one of the most brilliant players i’ve ever seen. And as for spanish, ditch your tutor. I’ll teach you for free," she said, brushing her fingers through your hair.

And then your feelings of sadness were gone and all you felt was an extreme need for Alexia to be under you.

You straightened up and looked into her eyes. And then you stood up and walked into the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of water and downed it. Alexia stood up and gently walked towards you. Her movements were careful, calm and composed. But the last thing you wanted was careful, calm, and composed. You wanted loud, harsh and possessive.

So that’s what you did. You spun around and almost charged towards her. She looked taken aback but also turned on. You placed your hands on her waist and backed her up into the wall with a loud thud. You moved your hands up and down her hips before squeezing her waist. "Is this okay? Because I don’t want soft and nice. And if that’s what you want tonight I don’t want to push you," you said, looking into her eyes.

"Do whatever you want with me," she moaned.

Bodies tangled, lips a mess, hands feeling, touching, exploring, hips grinding, loud moaning. And that was all before clothes even came off. "One time," you exhaled into her lips, pressing your foreheads together and letting your breath get mixed. "One time won’t hurt," she added, putting her hands on your ass and pushing you impossibly closer into her.

You audibly whimpered and then gasped as she started kissing your neck. Alexia moved aside the strap of your shirt and then your bra, kissing your shoulder.

You breathed out, digging your nails into her back and moaning into her ear. "Yeah. One time," your cried out.

"Oh i’ll make it hurt," she whispered to you. And although her words made you want to scream of pleasure, you wanted to be in charge.

You lifted Alexia’s legs to wrap around your waist and carried her into the bedroom, attacking her lips and making sure to leave them bruised and swollen. You pushed your stomach against her pussy, wanting her to feel the temptation at her core before you gave her any kind of relief.

You dropped her on the bed and then towered over her. You took a pause to pull off the shirt you were wearing, never looking away from her. You looked straight into her eyes but she was staring at your and, your tits peaking through your bra and the way your arms looked so strong. A crack of thunder echoed outside and the brief thought of how Mapi and Ingrid, who had walked to your appartement, we’re probably stuck in the rain while you were standing over the most beautiful woman in the world.

You snapped out of your trance and looked at her hungrily. You un buttoned her shirt, wanting to be rough but knowing very well her shirt was silk and she would kill you if you broke it. Or at least that’s what you thought. "Fuck just rip it off. Rip it off y/n," she groaned. You did as she wanted, grabbing the shirt above the buttons you had undone and ripping it apart. She shrugged it off and you unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off. You then quickly abandoned your own pants and panties. You pulled off her own panties and then unclipped her bra and your own.

The sight of her was intoxicating. The shape of her breast, the little birth mark just under the left one. "You’re fucking hot," you growled at her. You were much more the kind of person to call girls beautiful but today was a different case. You had one night with her and you would make the most of it. Slowly, you placed yourself on your knees so that your core was over hers. You flattened your body on top of hers while supporting your upper body with your hands at her sides.

You started your attack on her neck by kissing it roughly, sucking it and then nipping at all her sensitive spots.

Alexia was a mess within seconds. Groaning at your touch and screaming when you would randomly collide your knee with her clit. Dripping all over her, you positioned yourself so that her left leg was wrapped around your waist and your pussies rubbed together. You slipped the slow stage and went right into grinding onto her. "Fuck, you’re so perfect," you moaned into her ear, feeling her nails digging into your back. "I thought you were going to be mean," she huffed, dragging her nails down your back. "Rough, not mean," you said to her.

With one last push onto her she came first, moaning your name and crying of pleasure.

You came soon after, your brain fuzzy, your body ecstatic. You didn’t want to push your luck with Alexia, so you let yourself fall beside her. "You okay?" you asked her, your bare chest heaving. "More than. Are you?" she asked. "So okay," you smiled. "I knew you were soft. You’ve always been soft," she said, turning on her side. "Maybe only for you," you giggled.

Needless to say, it didn’t happen just once.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Garden of Secrets [21] - Dandelions

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Thanks so much to @theskytraveler​ for helping me with the chapter!

Summary: Misunderstandings can be easily fixed.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex, slow burn.

Word Count: 4300

Series Masterlist

Oh.

So this was what happened when you drank way too much.

You could barely open your eyes from the headache pounding in your temples and spreading over your eyes, making you let out a groan and bury your head deeper into the pillow. You snuggled into the covers, your eyes squeezed shut but your ears picked up a slight noise coming from the other side of the room and you opened an eye as difficult as it felt.

Benedict was half sprawled over the sofa that looked quite small for his sleeping figure, his arm thrown over his eyes to block the light. You repressed a small giggle at his attempt to actually fit in there and rubbed at your eyes, pulling yourself up to sit on the bed.

“Benedict?”

He groaned in his sleep and as soon as he tried to roll over, he almost fell off the sofa, slamming a foot on the floor at the last minute to regain his balance while your hands shot up to your mouth.

“Jesus…” he muttered, running his hand through his messy hair as he sat up and you lowered your hands.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing?”

“You were very drunk,” he said, hiding a yawn behind his palm. “I wanted to keep an eye on you.”

You could feel the warmth spreading inside your ribcage and you tried to control your face.

“No I mean, what are you doing there on the sofa?”

“I didn’t…” he motioned at you. “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. How do you feel?”

“Dead, kind of,” you admitted, massaging your temples. “My head hurts.”

“As expected.”

“Don’t look so smug,” you made a face at him and he held up his hands, gesturing surrender. “You’re totally fine I assume?”

“I’m more used to it,” he said. “And I didn’t drink as much as you.”

“Lucy may have been a bad influence.”

Benedict’s head shot up. “Hm?”

“Lucy Granville?” you said. “She’s impossible to beat at drinking, I’ll tell you that.”

“Uh huh.”

“Both gorgeous and fun,” you commented. “Henry is a lucky man.”

Benedict cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck and you tilted your head.

“Don’t you think so?”

He blinked a couple of times. “What?”

“That’s she’s gorgeous and fun?”

He swallowed thickly, “I didn’t—I—” he stammered, motioning between you. “Haven’t noticed. Did she say something to you?”

“Like what?” you asked and Benedict stared at you, then shook his head.

“Uh, nothing. Don’t mind me, I’m still trying to sober up.”

“I think I will like spending time with her at the parties,” you mused and Benedict pressed his lips together, nodding his head.

“Wonderful,” he muttered and you leaned back to the headboard.

“How did you two meet again?”

“We um—we met through Henry,” he said. “At a party.”

“Was it a fun one?”

“…You could say that,” he said, averting his gaze. “Not the aftermath for sure though.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

You slipped a little into the covers, rubbing at your forehead and Benedict stood up from the sofa, then walked to the door to open it to say something to the maid that was passing by. You stared at his handsome figure, raking your eyes over his body hungrily, and looked elsewhere as soon as he turned his gaze to you.

“I know the cure for the aftermath of a long night of drinking, but you’re not going to like it.”

You pulled your brows together.

“Oh God,” you said. “How bad?”

Benedict grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

“Very,” he said. “Very bad.”

                                                      *

Benedict’s cure for the headache after a party was quite possibly the worst thing you had ever drunk, a mixture of raw eggs and garlic. Even the thought of it made you grimace, but for what it was worth, it had worked very well. Towards the afternoon, around the time Charlotte was supposed come so that you two could go to the park, you were feeling much better already.

And your thoughts from the last couple of days were back in full force.

You would have been lying if you said the thought of Lady Margery smiling at him didn’t make you fill with so much fury. Though you knew very well that Benedict was attractive, it didn’t make things any easier, especially when—

Especially when you kept having those dreams about him.

You were more than aware just how much you desired him and luckily for you, you had an idea about how to solve this problem.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your ears as you bit inside your cheek, trying to hold onto the smallest sign of confidence within you. You lingered at the top of the stairs, pressing a hand over your chest before you swallowed thickly and threw your shoulders back then made your way to Benedict’s studio.

His head shot up from the painting he was working on as soon as you knocked on the doorframe.

“Hello there,” he said, giving you that lopsided grin that always made your heart skip a beat. “Feeling better?”

“Mm hm, your disgusting drink worked,” you said, leaning sideways to the doorframe as you crossed your arms. “Even though I have zero idea how.”

“I don’t know how it works either,” he said. “I thought you and Charlie were going on a picnic.”

“She should be here soon enough,” you said. “Before I leave though…”

“Dinner with your family tonight,” he said, nodding his head. “No worries, I didn’t forget.”

“Great,” you said. “I’ll probably go straight there from the picnic, just so you know.”

“Alright,” he said. “We said eight but I should be there at..?”

“Seven forty-five,” you said. “My uncle is incredibly punctual.”

“And flowers for your aunt, she likes lavenders.”

“Mm hm,” you said. “And for my uncle—”

“Already got a box of cigars,” Benedict finished your sentence for you. “I was going to ask you, should I get something for Josie as well?”

You made a face. “Not at all.”

“Teddy?” he asked. “Because I already got him some art supplies, so I don’t know if I should bring those or keep it as a surprise here for when he visits.”

You blinked a couple of times. “Art supplies?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sculpting stuff, you said he likes that.”

You could swear your heart melted but you frowned, trying to focus.

“Uh, let’s keep it here for when he visits,” you said. “Thank you though.”

“Of course,” he said with a small smile. “So, any tips on how to charm Josie?”

“You could charm a goddamn tree obviously, you’ll be fine,” you said. “But Bess likes Shakespeare, you could go from there.”

“Good idea.”

“And uh…” you hissed in a breath. “Andrew likes Byron.”

Benedict grimaced before grabbing his tea cup on the small coffee table. “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks for the warning.”

“Anytime,” you said and pursed your lips together. “And after dinner, do we—do you have plans?”

“I thought we were coming back home?” he said. “But I mean, if you want to go out—”

“No no,” you said. “I actually had something else in mind.”

“Like what?”

You took a deep breath, trying to appear nonchalant as he took another sip of his tea.

“I was thinking we could consummate.”

He choked on the tea he was drinking and started coughing while you pulled your brows together, tilting your head.

“Are you dying?” you asked, trying to ignore your own nervousness with sarcasm. “Because it would be pretty inconsiderate to do so right now—”

“I thought you changed your mind about being a widow,” he managed to croak out, and you frowned.

“I did!”

“Why are you trying to kill me then?”

“I’m not doing such a thing!”

“That’s not a funny joke.”

“I’m completely serious,” you said and he pulled back.

“…What?”

“Yeah I mean,” you said, your thoughts whirling in your head like a hurricane. “We could if you’re—if it’s fine with you. We’re—” you motioned between you two. “We’re married after all.”

Benedict stared at you and you shrugged your shoulders, trying to keep your expression calm.

“It’s no issue, we could just get it over with.”

A flash of sadness crossed over his handsome face and he kept his gaze on you for a moment.

“Get it over with,” he repeated and you nodded.

“Might as well, all the married couples are doing it,” you thought for a moment. “Or unmarried couples now that I think about it.”

“Y/N.”

“So tonight when we come back is fine for me in terms of time, does it work for you?”

Benedict scoffed a bitter laugh, looking down at the brush before raising his glances again. “Very romantic.”

You made a face.

“That’s not a funny joke,” you quoted him and he raised his brows, nodding slowly.

“Is this how you want it to happen then?” he asked, his voice distant all of a sudden. “No feelings involved?”

“Why would there be any feelings involved?” you asked back, ignoring the way your stomach did an excited flip and his jaw clenched.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Why indeed?”

“You said it yourself it’s usually just fun, nothing more,” you insisted as he shook his head slightly. “And you’ve done it multiple times so I figured—”

“I can’t,” his voice cut through yours. “Not with you.”

Oh.

It wasn’t as if you were unfamiliar with the idea of rejection, your whole life had been a string of rejections one after the other, so you had no idea why this one held so much power in it that it actually, physically hurt your heart, as if it was in fact breaking.

Which was ridiculous.

You didn’t have a heart.

The shock must have been apparent on your expression for once because a look of realization dawned on Benedict’s face and he took a step towards you.

“I didn’t mean—”

“Hello, is anyone home?” Charlotte’s sweet voice echoed through the hallway and you turned your head to see her enter the hallway, a smile lighting up her face immediately. She skipped her steps as she approached you.

“Good afternoon!”

There was a lump in your throat but you managed to smile back at her. “Hello Lottie.”

“And hello to you too,” she grinned at Benedict and motioned at the canvas. “Are you working on something new? May I see it?”

“Uh, Charlie could you give us a moment please?” Benedict said and Charlotte tilted her head and opened her mouth but you beat her to it.

“That’s not necessary,” you told her. “We can go.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ll uh…I’ll see you at dinner,” you said without so much as looking at Benedict and walked past Charlotte to get away from Benedict as fast as possible. Charlotte rushed to catch up with you, a small frown on her brows.

“Is everything alright?”

“Oh definitely,” you managed to say, blinking back the tears. “Let’s just go.”

                                                   *

Benedict did not want you.

In that way or another.

The thought wasn’t supposed to be as painful as it was let alone making your chest hurt. This wasn’t even a real marriage, and he was surrounded by ladies who were nicer or prettier or had more artistic talents, so you had to have been a complete idiot to entertain that idea.

Falling for your own trick, what a foolish thing to do.

It was alright though. You were just going to act as if nothing had happened, and never bring this up ever again.

“…So then they stopped watching the play altogether and were pushing at each other until Tony made them stop,” Charlotte said, making you snap out of your thoughts. “I’m telling you, Gregory and my youngest brother Jack cannot even decide whether they’re best friends or enemies at this point.”

You nodded slowly. “They’ll get along well in the future I’m sure.”

“I hope so,” she said and you stole a look at her.

“Lottie?”

“Yes?”

“Was it Anthony’s idea or your idea to take the kids to the play?”

“Oh, Tony’s idea!” she said. “He always has wonderful ideas.”

You tried not to make a face, pursing your lips. “Uh huh,” you said. “So it was just the two of you?”

“Well, surrounded by the rest of the ton and a bunch of siblings.”

“And do you two always…enjoy each other’s company?”

“I always enjoy his company,” she said with a bright smile and you tilted your head.

“Do you?”

“Well yes, of course.”

“Enough to want him to court you?”

Her eyes widened and she pulled back slightly. “Y/N!”

“What?” you asked. “It’s just a question.”

She paused for a moment and averted her gaze from you to fix the embroidery hoop in her lap.

“Tony would never consider me as a lady to court,” she muttered, and even you could tell the sadness laced in her tone, making you pull your brows together.

“Lottie.”

“No it’s true,” she said and lifted her head, trying to smile. “He only sees me as Benedict’s best friend.”

“I highly doubt that,” you said. “Benedict has many friends, I haven’t seem Anthony trying to take them to plays and such?”

“No I think—” she paused for a moment. “I think it’s also because he feels guilty.”

“About?”

“Well you see, everyone thought Benedict and I were in a courtship, which we were not,” she added quickly. “And we told everyone that, but they didn’t believe us.”

“Benedict mentioned that.”

“Yes and the ton still talks,” she said and a painful smile curled your lips.

“That I stole him from you,” you murmured. “Yeah. Hasn’t escaped my attention.”

“You have not,” Charlotte said. “Benedict is like a brother to me, we’ve never considered each other as a marriage prospect. And you two are in love!”

A bitter scoff escaped from you and you clicked your tongue.

“Yeah,” you managed to say. “Mm hm. Sure.”

“And you know, Tony is the head of the family and now with these rumors about Benny giving me hopes to abandon me out of nowhere, as silly as they are, surely reached him. So I think by spending more time with me than before, he makes sure to stop the ton from assuming anything.”

“I don’t think that’s the only reason Lottie.”

“It is,” she insisted. “Tony is…I will not even consider such a thought. His future Viscountess will be a perfect lady and I’m not perfect I’m afraid.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you said. “Lottie, Anthony would be the luckiest man in the world to marry you. I honestly don’t believe he deserves you but if you want him—”

“Let’s not talk of it,” Lottie cut you off. “Please. I don’t want to get my hopes up by your kindness.”

“I’m not kind,” you said. “I don’t know why both you and Benedict insist on believing that, but I never say things I do not mean.”

Lottie let out a laugh and squeezed at your hand.

“Perhaps we’re one of the very few you’re kind to?”

“Nonsense,” you brushed her off. “But alright, I won’t insist any longer as you wish, on one condition.”

“Name it.”

“You will tell me about your newest story.”

A smile lit up her beautiful face and she nodded fervently.

“Oh, gladly!”

                                                       *

It wasn’t as if you expected this dinner to be completely comfortable and easy, but your conversation back at your own home had made everything much more tense for you. By the time Benedict got to your aunt and uncle’s house, you had already made sure to look busy and stayed in the drawing room. Benedict was obviously looking forward to get you alone to talk to you and it was apparent all over his body language, his eyes stealing glances at you even while he was talking to your uncle in the drawing room but you ignored him, making conversation with Bess.

When it was time for the dinner, you and Benedict were of course seated together and even though the urge to look at him was very strong, you managed to control yourself.

“Benedict, thank you so much for the flowers!” your aunt said as the soup started being served and he smiled at her sweetly.

“I got some help, Lady Thorne.”

“I figured,” she said, winking at you and you smiled back, trailing your spoon in the soup. Teddy sat up straighter in his seat.

“Uncle, Benedict says I could become an artist!” he said and your uncle let out a small laugh.

“Does he now?”

“Absolutely,” Benedict said. “Teddy, Y/N and I have a surprise for you when you come to visit us next time.”

Teddy gasped. “A surprise!?”

“Mm hm.”

“Y/N, what is it?!”

“That’s the thing about surprises Teddy,” you smiled at his little excited face. “It’s for when you visit, but I promise you that you will like it.”

“Speaking of artists,” Bess said. “Benedict, you must tell us everything.”

“Y/N says you’re planning on applying for Academy in the future?” Andrew asked and Benedict nodded.

“Uh, next year yes.”

“He already has many admirers, or at least the ones who were fortunate enough to see his art,” your aunt said and Benedict chuckled.

“You’re too kind, Lady Thorne.”

Josie frowned slightly, looking between you two while you trailed your spoon in the soup, then shot her a quizzical look when you felt her glances on you. She raised her brows and turned to Benedict but Bess had already noticed the look on her face so she beat her to it.

“Where do you get your inspiration from, Benedict?” she asked with a smile. “I’ve read so many works of artists, they all say different things. What’s yours?”

Benedict covered your hand with his and held it up a little, making your aunt let out an “aww!”

“That’s so romantic!” Bess said, turning to Josie, “Jo, don’t you think so?”

“Artists are required to be romantic I think, Bess.”

“Debatable,” Andrew said. “I think they’re just required to be talented.”

“Talent and love go hand in hand, one would say,” Bess said while you subtly pulled your hand out of Benedict’s, making him turn to look at you while you reached out to grab your glass to take a sip.

It was insincere and fake, all of it.

But at least now you knew it was. Now you knew he was absolutely faking it, and that he had the ability to do so, just like you.

You two made the best pretend couple in the ton, and that was saying something.

“Artists have fleeting loves, everyone knows that,” Josie commented and tilted her head at Benedict. “With exceptions, I hope.”

“Jo!”

“Otherwise—”

“Josie,” you cut her off and she shrugged her shoulders.

“What?”

“Let’s not threaten people at dinner, Josie?” your uncle said. “I’m sure Benedict is one of those exceptions.”

“I am,” Benedict said. “I absolutely am, I assure you. Y/N is the love of my life, you have no reason to worry.”

Well you had to give it to him, for a person who did not desire you at all, he definitely sounded convincing.

You scoffed and took another sip of your drink, then placed your glass on the table.

“Have you two decided on where to go for your honeymoon after the season is over?”

“We decided yesterday actually,” Benedict said. “We will go to Rome.”

“Oh I love Rome!”

“So do I!” Bess said. “It’s gorgeous, you will love it Y/N.”

You nodded slowly, swirling the drink in your glass.

“Yeah,” you said, not even wanting to think about just how awkward that honeymoon was going to be. “I can’t wait.”

                                            *

After the dinner was over and it was time for you to go back home, you were so nervous that you could barely focus on anything other than how your heart was pounding in your ears. Thankfully your house was close to your uncle’s, so even though Benedict looked like he wanted to start a conversation in the carriage, he decided otherwise, probably because he was under the impression that you would throw yourself out of the carriage to avoid that conversation.

And it wasn’t exactly the wrong impression.

So when the carriage stopped, you immediately got out without waiting for the coachman to open the door or for Benedict to help you out, and made your way up the marble stairs leading up to the front door to the house.

“Y/N—”

“Good night,” you said as you stepped into the house and started climbing the stairs to get to the hallway, your heart still pacing in your chest quite fast. He heaved a sigh, following you.

“Can we just—”

“Benedict this is not necessary,” you said as you reached the hallway but he got in front of you before you could take another step, making you frown.

“What are you doing?”

“We need to talk.”

“We really don’t,” you said and he ran a hand over his face.

“We do,” he said. “I know how it sounded but…”

“You have no obligation to explain yourself,” you said as you walked past him. “In fact, I’d rather if you didn’t and we could pretend that conversation did not take place.”

“Not until you hear me out.”

“I’m not interested in that conversation I’m afraid,” you said when you reached your room but to your surprise, Benedict followed you inside. You took a deep breath and crossed your arms, turning to look at him.

“I assure you I have no bitter feelings,” you said. “If that’s your worry. It’s fine, you don’t want me and now that it’s clear, we can move on.”

He pulled his brows together. “What?”

“Yeah you can go and sleep with whoever it is you want,” you said, ignoring the bitter taste in your mouth. “Lady Margery I suppose?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Go be with a mistress of your choosing,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “That was the plan anyway—”

“That was never the plan for me,” he cut you off and you rolled your eyes, walking to your vanity to take off your bracelet.

“Sure,” you muttered. “Mm hm.”

“Jesus, you really can’t see it can you?” he asked, incredulousness apparent in his voice and you placed the bracelet on the vanity, stealing a look at him in the mirror. “It’s beyond me how someone so smart can be so damn clueless.”

You narrowed your eyes and turned around to glare at him.

“What?” you asked. “Do enlighten me, what do I not see?”

“You—”

“I’m honestly not offended or anything that you do not want me, what I don’t understand is why you keep trying to talk about this when I told you specifically—”

“Y/N.”

“That I don’t wish to have this conversation!” you continued as if he hadn’t interrupted you. “It’s fine, you’re an artist and your interest in me was going to fade away eventually, the only problem here is that we ended up getting married before it faded away so I don’t—”

“I’m in love with you.”

The impact of his words was immediate on you. That was more than enough to make you fall silent, your heartbeat echoing in your ears so loud that for a moment that was the only thing you could hear as you stared at him, at a loss for words.

“But you were saying something about my interest fading?” he said almost in a taunting manner, his eyes locked in yours, the light in them so intense that it made your face burn as he motioned at you to continue. “Go ahead, what was it?”

It took you a couple of seconds before the complete disbelief took over the control of your mouth.

“You’re lying,” the accusation left your lips quite easily and Benedict raised his brows.

“Am I?” he asked, his voice completely calm unlike yours and you swallowed thickly, pursing your lips to glare at him.

“I don’t know why but that’s a lie,” you shot back. “A cruel one at that.”

Benedict shook his head slightly as if he couldn’t believe you and crossed his arms.

“You don’t think it’s killing me to be close to you only when we’re with other people?” he asked. “You don’t think it’s the worst kind of torture to know that we only pretend for the other people yet I want to believe it’s real?”

You could feel the burning at the back of your eyes while you dug your fingernails into your palms, your head spinning.

“The difference between you and me is that I married the person I’m in love with and you didn’t,” he said, a pang of pain seeping through his voice. “That’s why I can’t. Because even if it will mean nothing to you—”

“I didn’t say it would mean nothing to me,” you managed to rasp out and a bitter smile curled his lips.

“No,” he admitted. “But you can’t say it will mean something to you either, can you?”

You clenched your teeth, trying to keep calm.

“You can’t ask me that,” you said, half pleading and half commanding. He pressed his lips together, his gaze turning soft for a moment before he nodded.

“Then let me clear out any misunderstandings you might possibly have,” he said gently. “I want you more than you could possibly imagine, but I’m not going to touch you until you are in love with me.”

You blinked a couple of times in confusion, staring at him and he shrugged his shoulders, offering you a small smile.

“Sweet dreams Y/N,” he said and walked through the door connecting your room to his before closing it behind him, leaving you there completely dumbfounded.

You let out a breath, your gaze still fixed on the door before you leaned back to the vanity, burying your face into your palms.

Chapter 22

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 29)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (27)

Masterlist (other parts here)

(**Trust the process...**)

Jordan was laughing so hard that YFN worried her protein shake would come up.

“Dory, it’s not funny!”

Jordan tried to talk, sitting up and wiping the tears away with the bottom of her shirt but at the sight of a worried YFN, she was right back at it, rolling around like a bug on her back on the couch. Her laugh had upgraded to a wheezing laugh as she struggled for breath which made YFN finally crack a smile and allow herself a little chuckle with her. She walked over and tilted the back of the couch up, making Jordan fall off and roll onto the carpet in the living room. Not even that stopped her. Not until Blu was getting excited at her laughing and started to lick her face and yap.

“I’m never doing anything nice again.” YFN groaned.

“Ah… Jesus… okay I’m back..” Jordan chuckled, wiping more tears away and managing to pull herself back onto the couch. “If you could see your face though.”

YFN whined. “Who the fuck writes that?! What if I wasn’t even gay? They don’t know anything about me.”

“Leah said she’s sorting it out, yeah?”

“Yeah.. she was really apologetic about it actually.”

“Of course she was. But she’s really good at sorting things like this out, no need to stress. I’m definitely not, but thanks for my daily laugh, I think I wet myself. I’m glad I didn’t take you up on that offer to go instead.”

YFN rolled her eyes. “She wanted it to be you. Besides, they actually know your name. They probably just wrote ‘partner’ because they have no clue who I am.”

Jordan pulled her down next to her and squeezed YFN’s cheek like a grandparent. “But that all changes today, chicken!”

“I’m so nervous!”

“I’m so excited for you! This is going to be great. Plus, your merch is sexy.”

“Free beanie if you pose for a photo for me.” YFN winked.

Jordan slapped her arm. “You’d give it to me for free anyways.”

“You have no idea how excited I am to see you play.”

“Don’t get your hope up chicken, Chelsea are brutal under Emma.”

“Regardless of any of that, you’re still going to be there in your little kit, and I’ll be on the sidelines waiting for a selfie and an autograph. I wish I could wear your jersey!”

Jordan grinned. “I don’t think anyone will blame you for a bit pf favouritism on your first day. I am very cute.”

“Yes.. yes you are. Very cute.” She looked at the time quickly. “Now we both have to go and I’ve had about five hours sleep since my late night drive from London. So… let’s talk about Leah.”

Jordan gave a funny face.

“She was great last night, Dory. She was helpful and chivalrous and so much fun to be around. She also gave really great advice for me about Lucy..”

This interested Jordan. “Oh? What did she say?”

YFN quoted what Leah had said to her about making a mistake by convincing herself it was what was best for everyone when it’s not.

Jordan’s lips moved from side to side while she thought. She could tell she was a little emotional.

“So… she admits it was a mistake?”

“This isn’t new, Jords.” YFN said softly, reaching out to squeeze her hand. Jordan smiled at her using ‘Jords’ instead of her nickname. “I told her that the Leah I see now is not the ‘weak’ woman who left you because she thought she wasn’t enough. She’s stronger now. More mature. She’s learnt her lesson. And… I told her about how we met.”

Jordan’s teary eyes shot up to meet YFN’s. “You told her about the beach?”

She nodded. “Multiple days, hours on end. And a little more… she cried.”

Jordan nodded, as if that would stop her tears forming. She leant back and sniffed also. That seemed to work better. “She really loves me still.”

“She does. Will you talk to her?”

Jordan went into her space and zoned out for a little bit before she nodded. “Yeah, I’ll talk to her.” Then she added in a soft voice, “But I’m scared.”

YFN wrapped her arms around her friend. There really wasn’t much to her at all. “It’s okay, she won’t hurt you. I… may have threatened her.”

Jordan looked up at her in surprise and then amusement. “Did you?”

“Of course I did. She took it well, to be honest.” They chuckled together at that. “Just take it slow, yeah? Take it at your own pace. If it doesn’t feel right, then don’t push it.”

She nodded and took out her phone. She took a deep breath in and wrote out a message, pressing send before she had a chance to backtrack. She looked at YFN and blushed with a smile at how proud she looked at her.

“Your turn, chicken.”

“My turn?”

“Oh come on. Lucy is your person. You need to talk to her eventually because there’s only so much avoiding the topic I can do with her. Besides, if I saw those photos on the internet, then Lucy definitely would have.”

“Oh… oh! You’re right. She’s going to be-”

“So fucking annoyed when she sees them and you haven’t spoken to her.” Jordan cut off with a mum look.

YFN pouted. She was right. It was time to talk to Lucy. If she was being completely honest with herself, it had been incredibly hard. It was like she needed her. Not just her body craving her, but her brain, her heart. Her Lucy. She deserved the chance to talk and explain.

YFN took her phone out under Jordan’s watchful eye and messaged Lucy.

YFN: I’m sorry for taking so long.. I’m really not used to this, Luce. I can’t stop thinking about you. Can we talk?

YFN knew she had no right to be anxious, but she was. It was now five hours later and Lucy still hadn’t replied. Fair enough, she had training. It was MD-1 for her. But still, she was usually better at replying. She looked through the FC Barca stories on Instagram again and saw Lucy looking less cheery than usual in the morning and throughout training. She bit her lip at the sight of the bandage on her left hand that she’d been wondering over all morning. All of the comments were speculative and Barca management hadn’t put out a statement about the injury so her thoughts ran a little too wild and worried.

Cheers erupted suddenly as the players started to enter the field. YFN pocketed her phone and wrapped her arms around her body to protect herself a bit better from the rain. YFN was on the sidelines, her crew spread out around the edges to get photos and videos. It was basically a practice game for them to get used to the best spots, best shots etc and they’d talked about it and planned it thoroughly all week. YFN put her fingers to her mouth and whistled loudly when she saw Jordan walking out in the starting line-up. She flashed her a grin, finding her immediately with her purple and yellow Lumos beanie on. Although the other members of her crew were also wearing the Lumos hoodie, YFN had felt the beanie would be enough and wore Lucy’s hoodie instead. It was comfy and smelled like her. Vanilla and bitter orange.

Although the game was in Birmingham, it was an unfortunate demolition of Aston Villa by Chelsea. Both sides started strong and 11 minutes in Jordan almost collected a nice assist to Rachel Daly who was on fire. She had several attempts, but all seemed to be missing to the left. YFN couldn’t help but groan. She didn’t have a favourite team, but she wanted Jordan to do well. Chelsea were up by 2 at the half-way break, YFN taking the opportunity to round up her team and have a chat. Some of their photos were incredible, and they all spoke excitedly to each other about what angles were working, what lighting and more. There was going to be a lot of footage to edit.

The second half began and within minutes Jordan had a shot on target that was saved. So close. Jordan was subbed off at the 71st minute mark, looking frustrated as she walked off. Chelsea were up 5-0.

It ended 6-0 to Chelsea. 6 goals with 6 different goal scorers, and if that wasn’t impressive enough, they were missing their best striker, Sam Kerr. It was undeniable how good they were. How clinical. There were unbelievable players on both sides, she thought, Rachel Daly unable to be used to potential during the game for Aston Villa. She also loved how Jordan played, which was much more aggressive than she’d imagined, and she wondered if Lucy had encouraged that at all. Jordan seemed to get annoyed easily on the field, but she also managed to pick the ball from players when they didn’t expect it.

When the game was done, a few players from both sides came over for a chat. As she’d said at the pub, they weren’t conducting interviews yet, and so they were just friendly chats with players interested in Lumos. Most players requested photos of themselves to be sent to them, and YFN agreed to this. If they’d post them on their Instagram with the Lumos watermark, that would be a great start.

Jordan wandered over after Millie Bright and Erin Cuthbert had finished their conversation with YFN. She greeted them briefly and almost fell into YFN’s arms. Tired little Dory after 71 minutes of running around.

“I’m your number one fan, Miss Nobbs, will you sign my hoodie?”

Jordan was disappointed at the game but grinned at that. “I’ll do you one better, chicken.”

Jordan removed her jersey and signed it before giving it to YFN who’s mouth had dropped open. “Really?”

Jordan seemed proud of herself. “Really.” She had her arms wrapped around her little body, shivering in the rain.

“Come here!” YFN took one of the Lumos merch hoodies she had and pulled it over her friend’s head. “I know it’s company merch, but you can just hide the logo with your arms if you want.”

“Ohhh it’s so warm.” She said as she pulled the hood up, still shivering. YFN pulled her to her chest and rubbed her back. “Y..Yeeeeees.”

“Comfy, huh? You played brilliantly out there, Dory. I didn’t realise how aggressive you get when you play?”

“Do I?” She asked sheepishly.

“Ohhh yes. Very entertaining. Also, do they not have a kit small enough for you?”

“I’m an extra extra extra small. And no, they apparently don’t. I’ll need a belt for my shorts soon!”

Matt and Ruby appeared then, wide-eyed at YFN holding Jordan to keep her warm. They were both from Birmingham and Matt was an Aston Villa fan. “J…Jordan Nobbs, I’m Matt… hey.” He introduced himself with an awkward hand out.

Jordan was amused by this and shook his hand. “Hello Matt. Did you get any good photos? You were almost chasing us up the boundary line!”

“Oh! I hope it wasn’t distracting. I’m a videographer and I have a few of you if you’d like to see?”

Matt and Ruby showed Jordan the footage they’d gotten for her, proud when Jordan was obviously impressed.

“Oh I think this is going to work out great, chicken.” She said to YFN with a grin.

“We’ll make sure to edit the footage and have it sent to you tomorrow for approvals to post, and for your own use.” She smiled.

“Yes! Please! And I was thinking pizza tonight?”

“I would die for some pizza and hot chocolate in this weather. The crew and I need to go through a lot of editing though before the games tomorrow though.”

“Just bring everyone over! We have room. There’s only eight people, right? I’ll get extra pizza.”

“Wait.. you LIVE together?” Ruby asked.

Jordan looked at YFN and gave a little chuckle. “You haven’t told them?”

She shrugged. “It didn’t seem relevant… but I think that’s a great idea. We’ll all have pizza and do some editing, as long as no one is allergic to Blu.”

“I get to meet Blu?!” Matt asked before he blushed at his admittance that he knew Jordan had a dog.

“As long as everyone is out by 8pm. We need to get some sleep.” Jordan slapped her friend’s shoulder.

“Five of our guys need to get back to London tonight so they’ll all be out early. As for pizza…Joe can shout that.” YFN said with a wink at Jordan.

They’d been through five pizzas and hours of footage and photos when YFN’s phone finally dinged. She’d never picked up her phone so quick in her life. Jordan gave her a look that she missed as the room drowned out and she focussed on her phone.

Lucy: Sorry, little one. Just got home from training. Lost my phone yesterday.

YFN: How are you texting me..?

Lucy: MacBook.

YFN: I was starting to worry.. can we talk?

Lucy: We need to talk, but not over text. I’m not a good texter. Security said a fan found my phone so I’ll get it tomorrow at the game and call you after it, okay?

YFN could tell Lucy had something to say and agreed that it would be best to talk over the phone rather than things being misinterpreted over text.

YFN: Okay Luce.

Lucy: I’ll call you about five-thirty your time. Will you be free?

YFN: Okay, I’ll be driving to Crawley then.

Lucy: You’ll be staying in the London apartment overnight, I hope?

A worried Lucy meant she still cared.

YFN: Is that still okay?

Lucy: I’d be upset if you didn’t. I meant it when I gave you that keychain.

YFN looked down at it. Three different coloured house keys, the car key, and three flags. She bit her lip and remembered the look in Lucy’s eyes when she’d given it to her. It was the best present anyone have ever given her. They had so much to talk about, but most were better off over the phone except one.

YFN: I love it, Luce. How’s your hand?

Lucy: It’s okay. Stupid accident. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, okay?

YFN: Yes, please. Have a good game tomorrow, Luce.

There had been no text from Lucy when she woke, but she’d expected that. Her start to the day was slow as she woke early to pack her bag for an overnight in London. She left before Jordan was even awake, putting her overnight bag in the boot before she got in the driver’s seat. She looked down at the little keyring that Lucy had given her. She’d only realised today that the key colours represented her clubs. The blue key for Manchester represented Man City, the red key for London represented England, and the yellow key for Barca represented Spain and the Barca away kit from 2022. It would be her first time using the keys, and the idea of using them felt a little wrong to her, especially after the previous few days. She felt bad. She played with the little flags before putting them in the cup holder and starting the car.

She arrived at Meadow Park early, glad that her reserved parking space was close so she wouldn’t be so held up trying to get to the end of the Spurs and Everton game. She met up with Bridget and Emily who were a couple, and both Arsenal supporters. It was very obvious, the way they were practically bouncing up and down. Bridget and Emily both did a bit of videography and photography, however it was clear that Emily was better with photographs and Bridget with videography as Bridget was a bit more excitable when it came to chasing players around the boundary lines for videos, whereas Emily was definitely the more shy and level-headed one. They were incredibly entertaining.

As YFN was also present, she would make the most of herself by taking some photos also. As she was setting up her camera, she felt two arms slide around her waist and pick her up in a hug.

“Ohhhh here she is!” Caitlin almost shouted.

“I could pick you up with one arm, chick, there’s nothin’ to ya!” Katie said as she put her back down.

YFN laughed and hugged the pair. They were in their warmup gear, ready to prep with the rest of their teammates who were entering the field. Kyra saw them and ran over excitedly.

“Finally here to watch the Aussies, huh?” She cheered as she leapt onto Caitlin’s back.

“You’re so annoyin’!” Caitlin laughed. Kyra was definitely the little sister of the group.

“I’m a bit worried we won’t be able to keep up with you, to be honest. You’re just too quick, mate.” YFN winked, knowing Kyra would love the compliment. She did. She grinned proudly.

Bridget and Emily noticed the interaction then and couldn’t resist walking. YFN introduced her excited and nervous colleagues to the trio.

“Oh, I’ve seen you around in the stands before.” Caitlin said.

“Yeah, don’t you two do Tik Toks?” Katie asked.

“We used to have a Tik Tok and Instagram channel for female football, but now we’ve had a lot more training and we’re with Lumos.” Bridget said, proud that they recognised them.

“Ohh upgradin’ to the big leagues are ya? Well it’s nice to have you in the team. We’re lookin’ forward to the photos you can get for us.”

“If you can keep up!” Kyra said, flexing her bicep. Katie grinned while Caitlin rolled her eyes in fake annoyance.

“Bridget and Emily are massive Gooners, they’ll keep up for sure.”

Jonas called out then and the trio said their goodbyes as they headed over to warmup.

“How is it that you know everyone already?” Bridget asked as she looked at the team in awe. “We’ve been around forever and we’ve never met them.”

YFN shrugged. “Luck, I guess?”

Both Katie and Caitlin were starting for Arsenal, with Caitlin’s Matildas teammate Steph Catley and Lucy’s England teammates, Lotte Wubben-Moy and Alessia Russo. For Man City, Lucy’s old team, there were two Matildas; Alanna Kennedy and Mary Fowler as well as a few of the England squad also; Chloe Kelly, Lauren Hemp, Esme Morgan and upcoming goalkeeper Khiara Keating. The game was a mess… but it was great. The referee had given out so many yellow cards that even YFN who knew the bare minimum about the sport knew it was overkill. In the first 20 minutes, there were 4 yellow cards, 2 to each team, and a goal for Arsenal. A beautiful assist from Caitlin to her Aussie teammate Steph who launched top bins at the 14 minute mark. By half time it was 1-0 Arsenal, and 6 yellow cards had been given out. The teams were very evenly matched, both with incredible players from all over the world.

After half time, the game restarted just as crazy as the first half and at the 53rd minute mark, Caitlin was shown a yellow for a bad foul. A few substitutions were made for both teams in the 60th minute, however it didn’t seem effective until Man City scored their equaliser with Chloe Kelly. Steph went down hard in the 85th minute, and finally Arsenal had their second goal 2 minutes later. Unfortunately, their goal had come at the cost of a bad mistake make by the Man City keeper, Khiara Keating who was left in tears. More shots were made, more substitutions and of course, Katie managed the game’s 8th yellow card in overtime for a bad foul.

The game ended 2-1 Arsenal, effectively ending Man City’s unbeaten start to the season. It was the best game of football she’d ever seen, though she couldn’t help but be upset for the young Man City goalkeeper who couldn’t seem to be consoled for her mistake. She had spoken to her at the pub, though knew she didn’t know her well enough to try and comfort her. Her teammates were already supporting her enough. She looked over at Bridget and Emily who were being respectful and not trying to get any footage of her as she walked off the field.

Kyra came back over to YFN before any of the others could, and they started chatting. She was the newest signing to the club and hadn’t had the opportunity to show how good she was, but she seemed confident that she would.

“Will you cover internationals?”

“That’s the plan! My boss wants to take over everything so this is really just the beginning.”

“Yeah the girls were showing me some of the photos and they look great!”

“We’ll send them to you so you can do what you want with them also. Promote yourself, mate.”

“They don't cost anything?”

“Nope.”

“You’re going to be so busy..”

“Oh don’t I know it. We’ve only covered two games so far but I can already see we need a lot more people for all areas, especially editing.” She groaned, looking over to where Katie, Steph and Caitlin were making their way over.

Kyra noticed and spoke nervously before they arrived. “Have you… been to a Leicester game yet?”

“Leicester? No, that one’s in Liverpool tonight so I’m missing it this round.”

“Okay.”

YFN wondered at her question. “Are you a secret Leicester fan?”

“No! No.. I just.. I know someone who plays for them.”

“Oh? Who?”

“Well there’s Remy Siemsen who’s Aussie too..” She looked at the trio getting closer. “..and then there’s Courtney Nevin…”

YFN understood now. Caitlin had told her about that. Courtney and Kyra grew up together and went to high school with each other. They dated for a while and then had a falling out, both unfollowing each other and never seen talking to each other. She looked at the young Australian who was blushing and looking at her feet. She leant closer to talk quietly so the others wouldn’t hear. “Would you like me to talk to her?”

“I’m not sure. I just.. think I want to make sure she’s okay.”

YFN caught her eye and gave her a supportive smile and a nod. “I’ll do that when I see her, okay? I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks.” She whispered.

“Ohhhh COONEY CROSS CROSS CROSS.” Caitlin wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her close. “Debut next week for you, Ky, I bet money on it.”

Kyra grinned.

“That’ll be fun against Leicester, you can run wild!” Katie said.

Kyra’s face dropped, and her eyes widened as she caught YFN’s eye. That’s right, it was Arsenal vs Leicester next week. “Will you be there?”

“I won’t… I’ll be covering the Bristol, Aston Villa game in Bristol. Matt and Ruby will be covering that one.”

Kyra gave her a ‘please help’ look that she couldn’t avoid. “But now that I think about it… it would make more sense for me to switch with Matt and do the United/West Ham game and then the Arsenal/Leicester game so I have more interaction with the players. Plus, Matt is a huge Aston Villa fan.”

Kyra looked a little relieved.

“Steph, great game!” YFN said, looking at the Matilda’s vice-captain. “Great goal.”

“Aw, thank you! I’m not really known for my goals so I’m happy to get one.”

The five of them bantered for a little with Bridget and Emily joining them, utterly star struck as they showed them their photos and videos. Then Katie insisted that they do an interview together.

“I don’t have my equipment... my microphones. I haven’t even prepped questions.”

“Oh bull, we’ll be fine. Besides, we’ll answer anythin’ you ask.”

“Microphones are right here,” Bridget said sheepishly as she opened her equipment box.

YFN thought for a second before deciding she couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Players were never interviewed more than two at a time usually, so it would be a brilliant first interview.

She set them up with their mics and Bridget set up the camera. YFN was nervous, but she went with it.

“Okay, rolling? Fantastic. We’re here at Meadow Park with four of our Gunners, and the famous Ausenal trio. Now, we didn’t originally plan for an interview today, but Katie insisted on it…”

“Heeey hey hey, don’t tell them that!” Katie laughed before looking at her teammates. “And now that you say it, I’m feelin’ a little excluded bein’ the only non-Aussie here.”

“Are you used to being around the Aussies yet?”

“They’re so unique that I’m not sure to be fair.”

“Aw come on, we’re not that bad, mate.” Caitlin chimed in. They shared a look. “Maybe Kyra.”

“She is the annoying little sister.” Steph laughed.

Kyra rolled her eyes and looked at YFN. “They’re always complaining, but they love me really.”

The interview went so naturally between the five that YFN had lost all sense of nervousness. Instead, it ended up being good banter and she could see from the reactions of Bridget and Emily that it must have been entertaining. They spoke a little about Kyra settling in, Steph’s goal, Man City’s players and then with Caitlin starting them all teasing Katie about her late yellow card. Katie never admitted to it, but it was obvious she enjoyed her reputation of yellow cards with that cheeky Irish smile of hers.

“Oh, here’s trouble.” Steph said as Alanna Kennedy crashed their interview. She was a defender for Man City, and the Matildas. She greeted them all, obviously knowing the Australians, knowing Katie because she was dating Caitlin, and knowing YFN from their long conversation at the pub.

“Hey babe, I’m a bit offended you never asked me for an interview.” She teased; arm slung around Caitlin’s shoulder.

“Oh, I was forced into this, mate.” YFN grinned.

“Well let me call Alex over and we’ll give you the Man City perspective…”

Alex Greenwood joined the now extending interview, the girls having to share the microphones between them, and Bridget needing to step back just to get them all in frame.

They spoke about Man City, and YFN made sure to compliment the way the Arsenal and Man City players were able to compliment each other’s teams, players and good plays. They had a brief conversation about that being one of the great, major differences between the men and women’s games, and Kyra made a cheeky comment also about not rolling around on the ground for as long.

YFN wasn’t going to bring up the incident with Khiara Keating, but Alex and Alanna did, both showing their support. The Arsenal girls were also incredibly supportive about the incident also, and Katie spoke about mistakes that she had made that were necessary to the player she was now.

They ended the interview as the girls were all called over to their teams, and Kyra stole the Lumos beanie from YFN’s head. She rolled her eyes and laughed at them as they ran away. Bridget and Emily were gushing about it all the way to the car park, excited to edit the video. They all said goodbyes and parted ways, the pair headed to Crawley for the Brighton/United game while YFN was stopping by the Spurs/Everton game to check on Matt and Ruby.

YFN arrived just in the last ten minutes of the game as Everton were able to equalise with a goal. She spoke to Matt about the change of schedule for the next week, and he seemed excited to be covered Aston Villa again, not minding about the extra drive, and Ruby offering to pick YFN up from the airport as she would be flying in from Barcelona.

Before she left Brisbane Road stadium, she checked the Barca game to see how Lucy was doing. It was well into the second half 7-0 to Barca, with 4 goals by Salma, 3 assists by Graham Hansen, and 1 beautiful assisted lob by Lucy. The next 3 goals were made after half time, 1 assist by Alexia before Lucy was subbed out at the 58th minute. Alexia was subbed out not long after, and she wondered at that, looking at the highlights of the parts of the game she’d missed. What interested her was the fact that the commentators were speaking about how aggressive Lucy and Alexia were being. Both had been yellow carded, which was a rarity for them, and from the highlights, she thought they were both lucky to have only gotten yellows. They were pushing and shoving and getting a lot of aggression out. It made sense that they’d both been subbed off, even though they were playing incredibly well.

She started driving, finding herself thirty minutes away from Crawley when the clock ticked over to five-thirty. She waited for the phone call a little nervously. As each minute ticked over, she grew more and more disheartened. Eventually she arrived at Crawley, pulling up into the stadium and giving up on waiting for the phone call that would never come.

[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 8

And we're back! Are you guys getting my tags, the engagement dropped again. I know that in America there was the holiday but it kinda dropped off before that and I saw other blogs that didn't have their tags work at all. So let me know if you aren't seeing all my posts.

Steve talks to Keith, learns some unsettling news and Robin is awesome.

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Billy Hargrove was a racist, chauvinistic asshole with a savior complex longer than his dick, but he was also one hundred times the better man than Dr. Martin Brenner. Granted Brenner was scraping the bottom of the ocean, but Steve was grateful for not having had to deal with him when he was around.

He also knew that he wasn’t going to speak to the Dominus today. He was going to speak to his second in command, Keith Prince.

He didn’t like Steve, and Steve didn’t know why. But considering that despite the last name, he looked more like a toad than a prince, Steve had a pretty good idea the dude was just jealous of Steve’s good looks.

He walked up to the coven, bare ass on display, having just shifted.

“The fuck do you want, Harrington?” Keith snarled. “And why can’t you come dressed like decent folk?”

“Because I’m a werewolf, Keith,” Steve sighed. “The fastest way for me to travel is to wolf out.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “You could always send Carol or Robin to do your dirty work. That is what keepers are for, aren’t they?”

“That’s isn’t happening in this or any life time,” Steve growled. “Not after you propositioned Robin the last time I sent her here on pack business.”

Keith just sneered. “What. Do. You. Want? I’m busy!”

Steve sighed. “Tell your Dominus that we may have the public school system to blame for the raise in hunters and to ask his thralls what they’ve heard.”

Keith scoffed. “He already knows about that shit and they don’t know nothin’.”

Steve’s spine stiffened at the tone and the fact that Billy already knew about the thing with Josh.

So either he had Lucy in his pocket, or there was a spy in his pack. Neither was an option he wanted to entertain.

Steve showed his teeth, forcing Keith to back down.

“You shouldn’t lie to an alpha, dumbass,” he snarled. “I can smell the stench of the lie coming off you like stale weed. You tell your Dominus that if he thinks he can push me around, remind him what happened to the last asshole who crossed me.”

Keith straightened up and bowed his head. “My apologies, alpha.”

Steve snapped his jaw at Keith before shifting back into a wolf. A wolf that could look Keith in the eye. He showed his teeth again and was gratified when he smelled the scent of urine wafting from the vampire.

He leapt through the door, leaving the scent of urine, lies, and fear far behind him.

*

Steve came back in time to see Josh off to his parents. He watched as Josh chatted happily with them over everything he did.

“…Did you know that a single werewolf could eat up to thirty pounds of meat a day? But not raw, that’s a myth...” Josh prattled on, his parents giving each other amused glances behind his back.

Steve turned to Tommy, the keeper that was hiding in the crow’s nest near the entrance.

“It sounded like he had fun,” he said, as Tommy leapt down in front him.

“Carol wanted to straight up adopt him,” Tommy said with a sneer.

“She always did have a soft spot for strays,” Steve murmured as Tommy fell instep next to him. “Especially strays that love shopping.”

Tommy nose twitched. “You went to that vampire mongrel’s again, didn’t you? I can smell him from here.”

Steve smacked Tommy’s head. “He’s not a mongrel just because he was made instead of born. Where are you kids getting these ideas? Jesus Christ.”

He snorted. “Whatever, I can still smell him.”

“I saw the mayor and visited the coven too,” Steve said dryly. “I was doing my duties as an alpha. There is something wrong in this town and I am going to figure out what.”

Tommy sniffed again. “Yeah, I get it. I don’t want Hopper back as the alpha anymore then most of this pack, so you better figure it out, before you get yourself killed.”

Steve pushed him playfully. “Shut it, Tommy!”

Tommy laughed. “I bet I can beat you to the center, no shifting.”

“You’re on!”

*

Steve was in his hut? Cottage? Living structure? He was never sure what to call all the little houses that was in the compound. Hell, he didn’t even like the word compound, really. It felt cult-ish. Which they weren’t.

Werewolves had tried living in towns for millennia and it never worked out well for the werewolves. They would get blamed for everything from failed crops, high infant mortality rates, and plagues.

So they started forming their own communities inside towns. Much like the Vatican and Italy.

Well whatever anyone called them, it was home.

Steve was at home, playing cards with Robin.

“So what did you think of Josh today?” he asked, drawing a card.

“I bet Tommy whined about it all the way back to the center of camp,” Robin said with a scoff.

“It’s actually fucking ridiculous how much the pack is so...so...” he threw his hands in the air frustration. “Fuck I don’t know the right word for it. But click-ee?”

“Clicky?” Robin asked. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You know, a click,” Steve said. “The jocks, the cowboys, the goths, the freaks. A click.”

“Ohhh...” she said. “A clique.”

Steve frowned. “Isn’t that what I just said?”

Robin half shrugged. “Sort of. But yeah, I’ll agree to the pack becoming more and more cliquey. It’s become very insular since...” she paused to think. “Actually I don’t when it started, but it’s recent. I just can’t tell you how recent.”

Steve hummed. “It’s becoming a problem and one I don’t know how to fix. I mean Josh and Chance here will help not only them realize that we aren’t monsters, but that regular humans aren’t monsters either.”

Robin nodded. “It’s certainly a step in the right direction. You need to get out more in the community. Do Q&As at the town hall and middle school.”

Steve scratched his cheek thoughtfully. He placed all his cards down. “Out.”

“Skunked again!” Robin shrieked. “How are you so good at this game?”

Steve just shrugged. “Why not elementary schools?” She stared at him blankly. “For the whole Q&A thing.”

“Oh, that,” she said, waving her hand. “Because despite there being an actual werewolf in the school no teacher or parent would agree to you speaking to kids that young.”

Steve sighed. She was probably right. “’K, so middle schools and town halls help with the community at large but what about the pack?”

She just shrugged. “That’s something you should really talk to your alpha female about, you know.” She scooped up the cards and began shuffling them.

Steve sighed. He did know. But he also knew that Nancy was still very much a conservative when it came to pack dynamics. She had actually turned him down twice because she felt that the alphas should be mated.

It wasn’t until Steve asked her and she couldn’t come up with a logical, non-sexist reason why that should be the case that she accepted the role.

“I love her dearly,” he said instead. “But I just kinda want to spit ball some ideas with you that I can take to her. So I don’t look stupid.”

Robin shoved his shoulder playfully. “She doesn’t think you’re stupid.”

Steve scoffed. She really, really did.

“Okay,” Robin conceded. “Maybe a little.”

“There is also the little matter of the spy,” Steve grumbled.

Robin grimaced and chewed her bottom lip. “You know it’s Tommy, right? Please tell me you know it’s Tommy.”

Steve frowned. “No. Why would it be Tommy?”

She sighed and scooted close to him. “Steve, he’s been hanging on Billy’s coattails at school. He’s always talking about how great Billy is on and off the court. Hell, if I thought Billy liked boys I wouldn’t be surprised to learn Tommy was sucking his dick.”

Steve ran his fingers through his hair. “But I need to make sure. I just can’t go accusing people without proof.”

“I don’t think you should accuse him at all.”

Steve reared back in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, dingus,” Robin said slyly. “You make sure to tell Tommy things you know you want Billy to know. Because a spy you know is better than one you don’t.”

Steve gave her a big hug. “I wish you were my alpha female.”

She hugged him back. “I know.”

“Have you thought about asking for the bite when you turn eighteen?”

She shuffled back a bit and put her hands on her knees and then nodded. “Yeah. I’ve talked to my parents about it. They’re uneasy about having a werewolf for a daughter.”

Steve sighed. “I’m sorry. Maybe the town hall meetings and the Q&As with kids will help.”

She nodded.

“Thanks, Steve.”

He kissed her cheek. “Between you and I we are going to change the world.”

She looked at him shyly. “You really think so?”

“I know so.”

Robin pushed his shoulder again. “You are such a sap.”

Steve laughed. “Yes, but you knew that.”

She looked at the scar on his neck and then reached out to touch it. “I’m sorry they did that to you.”

He shivered at her touch. “I don’t mind it.”

“I do, Steve,” she said fiercely. “They hurt you because they were afraid of you.”

He sighed. “When my parents died, the Franklins were the only ones in town willing to take me in. The only people who knew about the silver collar they made me wear was just the three of us until I turned eighteen.”

“How did no one else know?” Robin asked gently.

“I only wore it when they were home at home,” Steve murmured. “I wasn’t forced to wear it at school. Just at home where I ‘might’ hurt them.”

“It’s still cruel.”

Steve just shrugged.

“Whatever happened to them?” she asked after a moment or two of awkward silence.

“Officially or unofficially?” Steve asked with a smirk.

“There’s an official story?” Robin said eagerly.

He laughed. “Sure is. They are currently on a business trip to...” he looked at his watch, “Tokyo, Japan.”

“What the hell?” she gasped excitedly. “What’s the real story?”

“Only Wayne and I know where their bodies are buried.”

Robin giggled and kicked her feet. “That’s amazing!”

Steve smiled at her fondly. She really was his platonic soulmate.

****

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[felice-jaganshi]

My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 8

Your back is pressed to someone's chest. It takes them speaking to realize who.

“You can't have her, Oz.” It was Lucifer!

 

“Oh? And why not big brother? She doesn't belong to anyone else, so why can't I offer her a night of fun and pleasure?” Asmodeus smiles sweetly, and Lucifer actually growled.

 

“Ozzie. You know why.” He sounded hurt and angry.

 

“Hm, but you still got that old ring round your finger. You're still waiting for Lily, aren't you? So why don't I take away your distraction?”

You feel Lucifer's arms tremble, before he lets go, and you feel your heart plummet. He's choosing her over you, isn't he?

 

He walks towards the water and you look over, just in time to see him take off the wedding ring slowly and hurl it off into the ocean full force! You gasp in shock! Hands covering your mouth, and your eyes go watery as he turns around and gives you a sad smile.

 

“You're right. She is a distraction, a distraction from all the pain I've been in waiting for someone who DOESNT EVEN LOVE ME ANYMORE!” He yelled the last part as tears fell from his eyes like a river. The wall he had built up had finally collapsed. Bee ran to comfort him, only to be kept at bay when he held up a hand to stop her. He had more to say. “It's time I let go. Let go of the ghost of her love that's been haunting me, and move on into the future.” He walked towards you, and you held your breath. He stopped just a foot away from you, and took your hands, before kneeling before you, and kissing your palm before pressing it to his own cheek. He then looked up at you with a warm smile.

“Hey you… I think you're really cool, and I like you alot. Maybe we could go on a date sometime?” You mutely nod your head, before kneeling down to his level.

 

“Luci, I love you.” His face flushes from your sincere tone and he places a hand on your cheek.

“Jesus… I was trying to be cool so I wouldn't scare you off. Can… I kiss you? Please.” You lean forward and kiss him first. It starts soft and sweet, but next thing you know he's kissing you in a way that leaves you breathless and seeing stars!

You're broken apart by the Sins all cheering and catcalling you two, making you both flustered. You'd forgotten you weren't alone!

 

“Ahem..” Lucifer cleared his throat, looking away for a moment, before looking back with a sheepish smile and stars in his eyes, “I love you too, Becca.” 

 

“Alright, should we just leave you two alone to fuck on the beach?!” Mammon yelled obnoxiously. 

Ozzie groaned, “Nuh uh baby! I ain't letting that happen on my watch! Sure it sounds romantic but the sand gets fuckin’ everywhere you don't want it! You do Not want That for the memory of your first time!” 

Lucifer began laughing and you couldn't help but join in, it was contagious! He pulled you in for a hug, then laid back to stare at the sky.

 

“I'll give ya that one Ozzie! Besides, I'd rather whenever we do it, that she and I be the only ones who know when it happens.” Lucifer looked at your face and brushed your hair out of it. “Right, my little apple?”

 

“Little Apple?” You smile at the nickname. “I like that.”

 

“Good, because that's what you are now. My apple that fell just for me, right into my heart.” He then kissed your forehead. 

 

Fizz was back in Ozzie's arms, “Fuh-yew!” He dramatically wiped at his forehead, “I am sooo glad ours and Princess Charlie's plan worked! Hah! She really does know her father as well as you do, Ozzie!” Ozzie chuckled and laid down in the sand next to the two of you.

You and Lucifer both looked over in shock, Charlie helped with this?!

Bee and Tex laid down together too, and the others laid alone, everyone forming a circle with their heads all toward the center, all staring up at the stary hell sky together. 

 

“I love you guys…” Lucifer said next, “I mean it, you all… you're my family too, and I love all of you so much. I'm sorry I let myself get distant from you all, you didn't deserve that.”

 

Satan huffed, “Oh shut up, we know you love us. It was that dumb bitch you married that pushed us away from you, and you from us.” Lucifer frowned, readying a defense for Lilith, when Bee spoke next.

“Yeah, seriously! She was manipulating you, and the more we tried to get you away to see it, the more she separated us from you! It hurt so much being torn from our big brother…” She hugged Tex tighter, and he rubbed her back in soothing circles.

 

“Wait, really?!” He was shocked to hear this. “I… didn't notice. She made me think you all were annoyed with me.” He held you closer, seeking comfort. You nuzzle his chest and bring a hand up to play with his hair, soothing him. He sighed, “Well, she's gone. And Becca here actually likes me spending time with everyone.”

 

You all end up sleeping together under the stars.

 

In the morning, you all make breakfast together and just enjoy each other's company. Everything seems like it's going to be a good day.

Until you get cut by a shard of glass on the beach and cut your foot open. “Ow! Fucking bitch!” You fall on your ass and look at you foot, Lucifer and the others rush over to your side. “Ah, it's not that bad…” You pull the piece out of your foot and look over at Luci, “Hey, can you use some of that healing magic on me?” He smiles and gets right on it.

Then you notice the Sins are all looking at you in shock and horror. “Wh-whats wrong guys?” 

Lucifer freezes as you speak, “Oh… I… I forgot to tell them you're-”  

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

This one is a slightly altered version of one of the prompts, because I thought it was a bit more interesting that way:

35. “I trusted you with my heart.” “Well, I’m sorry but you’re clearly very gullible.”

could work well in combination with these ones:

33. "You think I wanted this to happen?!” 49. “I fell in love, so hard, and so fast, but a part of me knew it wasn’t going to last.”

My thoughts/ideas: Sinner!Adam makes a deal with Lucifer for protection, and falls for him incredibly hard after being reminded of how they were in Eden. Luci is mostly just fucking with him for the feeling of power over the former angel. Their perspectives on the relationship are different, and Adam shows his trust by confessing some of his feelings for Luci. Sadly it doesn't work out. Or maybe it does?? Maybe Luci changes his mind after? The ending is all open for whatever your mind can come up with.

As always, take every prompt however you want, include or leave out whatever you prefer, and have fun with it!!

Indigo (loved what you did with my first request!!!!)

*Cracks knuckles* Buckle up Buckaroos! This one's gonna hurt.

I'm glad you're enjoying them 😁

Content Warning: Mildly graphic smut

Adam sobbed into his pillow, his heart shattered a hollow feeling in his chest. How could he be so fucking stupid? He should have known better than to try and tell Lucifer his true feelings.

He didn't use the word love. Adam didn't want to go crazy in case Lucifer wasn't there yet and scare him away. The conversation was burned into his mind.

"I really like you, Luci." It was the truth even if it wasn't a full confession of feelings.

He didn't expect his answer to be a blank stare. "Well, I don't completely hate you if that's what you want to hear."

Completely? "The fuck do you mean completely?"

"Jesus Adam, what do you think it means? You didn't really think I have feelings for you, do you?" Lucifer smirked at the shocked and hurt look on the sinners face. This asshole has hurt so many people, it was only fitting that Lucifer be the one to hurt him back.

So why did those words hurt him too? Like he was lying?

"B-but, I trusted you with my heart." Adam said, he felt his chest was heavy. This was going so wrong so fast. He thought at least that Lucifer LIKED him, they were having sex for fuck sakes!?

"Well I'm sorry, you're clearly very gullible and desperate. That's on you, boo." Lucifer said, he wanted to hurt Adam, but the broken look on his face didn't make him feel as good as thought it would.

"B-but, w-w-we...."

"Have sex? Yeah sure, you're a good lay. Like you were made to take it. But that's all that's good here. Why do you think I only want to fuck you from behind?"

Adam hadn't thought about it, he just assumed it was an easier position. Bile rose in his throat, fuck he was so stupid! How could he think that things could be like they were in Eden? Had he really forgotten that this guy is the literal devil.

He had to get the fuck out of there. Adam felt his heart shatter as he ran away to his room in the hotel. Slamming and locking the door he threw himself onto his bed and just let it all out. He sobbed into his pillow, he hadn't cried like this in years.

So that brings him to the now. Sniffing sadly into his tear stained pillow, wishing he would just die. Why did no one love him? He deserved it, even sinners filthier than him had love!

Maybe he didn't deserve it......

Lucifer stood there, feeling like a sack of shit. Well fuck, that didn't feel the way it was supposed. Adam's heart broken face was tattooed on his eyelids every time he blinked, making his own heart ache.

Okay, maybe the devil did return Adam's feelings. But he wasn't supposed to! This has been about power and dominance over the fallen angel, making him powerless at the king's finger tips. The way he felt under him.....

But now, now he took notice of the little things Adam did like how his nose crinkled when he smiled, or how his eyes would shine when he'd speak about rock music or how his laugh was contagious and loud and warm.

As for why he only had sex with him from behind, Lucifer knew that if he looked into those golden eyes while in the act his fate would be sealed.

Fuck. Maybe it already was.

He had to make this right.

So now Lucifer stood in front of Adam's door. He thought about knocking but knew he may not be let in, so he used a portal.

The sight before him broke his own heart. This isn't what he wanted. "Adam?"

Adam jumped at his voice and glared, though he looked more sad than angry. His face being stained with tears didn't help. "The fuck do you want? Get out!"

"No. Look, I'm sorry I was wrong." Lucifer sat down at the edge of Adams bed, the sinner flinched and moved away slightly.

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"What's the matter? Afraid you won't get fucking laid again asshole?" Adam seethed as he glared daggers at the king.

"I wanted to hurt you. For everything you've done." Lucifer started he watched Adams face crease in concentration. "But in doing so, I ended up hurting myself too. I didn't expect to have any feelings for you Adam. Hell, I didn't expect you to have feelings for me."

"You think I wanted this to happen?" Adam sat up to properly look at Lucifer. "I fell in love so hard and so fucking fast." Adam felt his eyes water again, might as well spill the whole beans. "Part of me knew this wouldn't last."

"You love me?" Lucifer asked, well shit this changes things.

Adam looked away. Here we go again, he's going to get his heart ripped out twice in one day. Adam squeaked when he felt lips crashed against his own, he was pinned to the mattress with Lucifer on top of him. Adam should push him away, stay mad. But that kiss both made him ache and healed him in one.

Lucifer snuck his tongue into Adams mouth, he smiled when he pulled a weak moan from the sinner. He would fix this, he had to. He couldn't let Adam get away again, it has been too hard to get him back after last time. "Let me make it up to, baby."

Sure enough, looking Adam in the eye like this only sealed in his true feelings. Seeing the hope and love in those beautiful golden eyes had him in a vice grip.

Adam should tell him no, kick him out. But his heart yearned for any affection that the king would give, he didn't care how he got it as long as he did. "Better make it worth my fucking while, dick hole."

And he did. This was the first time that Lucifer had sex with Adam facing him, in missionary. His gaze never leaving Adams. It was soft, slow, and sweet Lucifer made it all about Adam making sure he felt every little sensation. He whispered praises and sweet nothings into his ear, kissing his neck and mouth gently.

Adam soaked it up like a sponge, his head swimming his heart beating so fast. "Ooooh Luci.~"

"Yeah, that's it darling." Lucifer kissed him firmly, stealing the air from Adams lungs.

How could he have almost let him get away? Adam was his, mind, body, heart, and soul. That last one literally. He would never let him go, so maybe it was fine to give him something in return. He whispered it in Adams ear, like a velvet caress. "I do love you."

Long legs wrapped around him pulling him deeper. "I love you, too." Adam weeped, a tear rolled down his cheek. He held on to Lucifer for dead life like he'd float away. "Ahhhhh!" Adam came, bliss taking him over.

Lucifer followed behind, they stayed there like that for a while, breath mingling together as they panted. Lucifer cupped Adams jaw and kissed him sweetly, he watched as Adam melted under his touch. The king swore he melted himself.

He held him close, they said nothing for a while. "Did you mean it?"

Lucifer looked down into those eyes and yes, he knew he meant it. They were filled with love, hope, apprehension, and fear. "Yes I meant it."

Adam smiled weakly and oh, how that soft look was one Lucifer wanted to protect and keep in place. He placed a kiss in his soft hair, resting his chin there as he held Adam close.

From this moment forth he vowed to never intentionally hurt Adam.

Making him happy felt so much better.

[teecupangel]

Just binge watched Lucifer on Netflix and now I present to you:

Desmond Miles survives 2012 (Desmond Miles Lives truthers, where ya at?), gets the hell outta dodge from the temple with new POE powers, and gets hired to work at Lux in LA. Meets his new boss and both of them are like, "!"

Lucifer instantly knows this boy is hella special because, damn does his soul reek of Isu Bullfuckery. (Headcanoned God and his Angels are sort of a rival interdimensional species to Isu, and God is the one who supposedly gave humans free will... idk I never paid attention to bible study anyway.)

Does the whole, "what do you desire?" schtick and Desmond, due to POE powers and Isu Bullshittery, wonders 'why the fuck is actual Satan here in LA?'

I imagine a platonic bromance relationship between these two. Y'know? 'Cause on the one hand we have the Reluctant Ruler of Hell and on the other hand the Reluctant Savior/Sacrificial Lamb of Humankind.

Lucifer could offer safety and protection from whoever Desmond is hiding from, while Des can be his bartender/bouncer/very much-needed BFF. And come on, I betcha good ole Lucy boy (and Maze) would absolutely enjoy dragging a couple a lot of Abstergo people Vidic down to Hell for multiple crimes against humanity(i.e. kidnapping and unethical human experimentation which results in mental instability.)

I’m all in for this idea. Desmond and Lucifer being bash brothers, yes please. Just imagine the chaos these two would get to because they're both morally dubious? XD

Also, just imagine how much faster Chloe would be finishing her cases with Desmond’s Eagle Vision? She would have two cheat codes with her this time.

Anyway, I’m going to focus on how we can integrate Lucifer into AC more in this one.

Before anything, just a sorta fun trivia: Lucifer has a little cameo in Crisis on Infinite Earths and he talks to John Constantine, implying they have some sort of history together. John Constantine is played by Matt Ryan who voiced and mocap’ed Edward Kenway XD

We will be keeping this contained to Lucifer though but you can totally add a John Constantine cameo and set it during the time Desmond is working in Lux (and you can totally add Desmond feeling some sort of longing and sorrow because John Constantine sounds and looks familiar to his Bleed of Haytham Kenway)

Alright, with that little trivia out of my system, let’s talk about how we can push Lucifer into AC canon.

(You might not have paid attention to bible study but my religion teacher was so boring he had to implement a rule that there should be no other notebook/books related to other subjects on our table during class because we kept doing other subjects when he’s lecturing us soooooo I was bored enough to read the bible he made us bring every class. I'm sure he'll be proud I'm using what I learned in his class for fic related things XD)

Let’s talk about God in Lucifer’s show. He’s obviously based on the Judeo-Christian God. Now, we have no confirmation if that said God does exist as an Isu in Assassin’s Creed BUT we do have a leeway we can use to make it easier to integrate the characters from Lucifer into Assassin’s Creed.

The Templar Order uses the phrase “May the Father of Understanding guide you”. Now, this is based on the Isu triad that pops up a bit.

The one we’re more familiar with is the Capitoline Triad where Tinia is known as the “Father of Understanding”.

However, there is an earlier iteration of this triad.

The Isus who created humans.

And the one to hold the title of ‘Father of Understanding’ during that time is Yaldabaoth.

From Wikipedia

Gnosticism presents a distinction between the highest, unknowable God, and the Demiurge, "creator" of the material universe.

Gnostic Christians considered the Hebrew God of the Old Testament as the evil, false god and creator of the material universe, and the Unknown God of the Gospel, the father of Jesus Christ and creator of the spiritual world, as the true, good God.

If we use the statements above and the fact that Yaldabaoth is considered one of the creators of mankind, we can set up God as another Isu scientist who had an alternate idea of a workforce but his idea was pushed aside and Yaldabaoth’s project with the other two Isu scientists moved forward.

God, in anger, created his ‘children’ together with the Goddess. And, to complete the triad, we’ll add Lilith as an Isu as well instead of Adam’s first wife. The three of them (although Lilith has a more advisory role to this entire thing and is actually working on her own workforce idea) created the ‘Angels’, trying to one-up all the data they could get from Yaldabaoth’s project to make them better than humans.

They are. Unfortunately, that meant they were also… shall we say… ‘freer’ than humans as well. God knew that the Isus would see them as defective and, not only that, many would find what they have done as some form of betrayal and being stripped of their rank and status would be the lightest sentence the Isu would give them. So God and Goddess kept the Angels a secret, and passed them off as human slaves while Lilith went her merry way and continued to work on her personal workforce.

And now we come to the whole ‘gave mankind freewill’.

So many like to point at Lucifer as being the serpent that gave Eve the forbidden fruit. Let’s use it. Lucifer, being one of God’s first children, takes an Apple of Eden and presented it to Eve who used it to start the Human-Isu war. Lucifer takes up arms to join the humans.

Things get super messy when they find out about the impending Solar Flare and God and Goddess decided to add their consciousness to a device called ‘Heaven’. (In this setup, Goddess!Charlotte would be like a more ‘questionable’ setup of an Isu consciousness overwriting a human’s consciousness). Their children (who did have the kind of body that would survive a solar flare and were more or less immortal) were tasked with guarding ‘Heaven’.

Except Lucifer who, as punishment for starting the whole Human-Isu war, was tasked to guard a device called ‘Hell’. He guarded it together with Lilith’s ‘children’, the demons.

What these two devices do will be a mystery but they are connected to the Gray in some way and to the Calculations. Perhaps it’s even the actual database of all the Calculations and, by that very definition, it housed all the knowledge, memories and emotions of every living thing in the world.

What defines them as a person.

What defines their soul.

And, from there, we can just integrate all Celestial things in the show as this entirely more advanced workforce’s ‘code words’. (And the devices are connected and that’s why God could boot the Goddess into hell)

By the time 2013 rolls around, Lucifer already owned Lux for a few years now and Desmond applies as a bartender as he’s had enough of all these Assassin-Templar BS to last him a lifetime. He saved the world, this is his damn retirement plan.

Lucifer sees him and goes ‘how interesting, an actual human-POE hybrid.’ while Desmond sees him and goes ‘why does he feel… familiar?’ because his Isu genes and POE-hybridness is giving him signals that Lucifer is definitely not human BUT he ain’t an Isu too.

He’s… Isu-adjacent.

Like Maze.

So Desmond continues to work there and Lucifer finds the perfect time to do the whole “what do you desire?” and Desmond’s POE-hybridness just kicked in.

We’ll make it in this fic that all the Apples are connected to one another and they have a ‘shared memory space’ so Desmond ‘remembers’ that this is the smug bastard who gave the Apple to Eve.

And, because of his limited knowledge of religion, he goes “Why the fuck is actual Satan here in LA?!”

(side note: some count Satan and Lucifer as two different beings but, in this case, we’ll just make Satan another name for Lucifer)

So now they both showed their hands. Lucifer just blatantly showed he wasn’t human and Desmond just showed he has Isu-related knowledge.

Cue an entire night of trying to get drunk while talking about what the fuck happened to them (with special mention to their daddy issues and the whole reluctant ruler of hell and the ‘more-or-less pushed into it’ savior/sacrifice)

At the end of their heart-to-heart, Desmond becomes Lucifer’s main confidant and slowly becomes his BFF. Lucifer uses his mojos to keep Desmond hidden from both Assassins and Templars.

Also… it’s not just Abstergo’s that in his shitlist. William Miles is there as well, that’s for damn sure.

Another subplot we can add is that Lucifer ‘asking’ Chloe to look into Abstergo just so he can, you know… ask them… what they desire?

Other unorganized notes:

What do we do with Juno? I set it to 2013 so Desmond dealt with Juno before peacing out to be a random bartender. Hey, if Ubisoft can do it in the comics, we can take out Juno with one paragraph… maybe even one sentence.

Desmond could see through Maze’s shapeshifting. Whenever he uses Eagle Vision, he sees Maze’s true form.

Actually, Desmond’s Eagle Vision has been powered up by his POE-hybridness that he sees EVERYONE’s true form. His only description of Lucifer’s form? “Bright as fuck.” (this also means Desmond knows Michael by 'sight')

Also, Amenadiel? He looovvveess Desmond’s Shirley Templars.

Lucifer’s deals? He has a connection to Hell and, because of that connection, he’s connected to the Calculations as well. In this case, any deal he makes impacts the Calculations slightly so the person making the deal would get what they want.

Also, this:

[greatwyrmgold]

Another "The Problem of Susan" post

As you may know:

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe was not a standalone book. There were seven books in the series, each with more Christian allegory than the last.

(Or maybe it's not allegory? Apparently C.S. Lewis has said that Aslan is literally Jesus, so maybe it's all literally just Christianity.)

The series stars the four Pevensie siblings who show up in most of the books—Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy. They're absent from The Silver Chair and The Magician's Nephew, but all appear together in the other five books, with one exception.

The last book, called The Last Battle, features Peter, Edmund, and Lucy, but not Susan. Not only does Susan not appear, she's mentioned exactly once:

"Sir," said Tirian, when he had greeted all these. "If I have read the chronicles aright, there should be another. Has not your Majesty two sisters? Where is Queen Susan?" "My sister Susan," answered Peter shortly and gravely, "is no longer a friend of Narnia." "Yes," said Eustace, "and whenever you've tried to get her to come and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia, she says 'What wonderful memories you have! Fancy your still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.'" "Oh Susan!" said Jill, "she's interested in nothing now-a-days except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grown-up." "Grown-up, indeed," said the Lady Polly. "I wish she would grow up. She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she'll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age. Her whole idea is to race on to the silliest time of one's life as quick as she can and then stop there as long as she can." "Well, don't let's talk about that now," said Peter. "Look! Here are lovely fruit trees. Let us taste them."

(Oh yeah, the kids were kinds and queens of Narnia for a few decades when they were kids. Don't think about it too much.)

The Problem of Susan gets even worse because right at the end of the book, Aslan reveals that the Pevensies, their parents, and other Earth-humans who went to Narnia (like the Eustace and Polly mentioned above) died right before coming to Narnia this last time. And now that the Book of Revelations is done, they will live forever in "the true Narnia," which is either an allegory for Revelation's New Jerusalem or literally heaven, I'm not sure which.

Susan is still not there.

So, the first part of the Problem of Susan is that a formerly major character—one that many young fans of the series felt attached to—who gets all but dropped from the finale. This is particularly egregious, since—this is a direct quote— "Everyone you had ever heard of (if you knew the history of those countries) seemed to be there" by the end. Every character from the entire series, from Mr. Tumnus the faun to that cab driver who became the first King of Narnia, it makes sense in context.

But not Susan.

And I guess that makes sense in context, too; she's not dead. But C.S. Lewis wrote the context. It was C.S. Lewis's decision to kill off the other Pevensies, and C.S. Lewis's decision to keep Susan out of this last adventure.

Christian Apologetics, for Kids!

I've seen three common responses to The Problem of Susan from overly-protective fans of the series.

The first is, perhaps unsurprisingly, just a remix of shit fundamentalist Christians say about Heaven and Hell. Just as agnostics will burn in the fires of hell for their ambiguous faith, so Susan will be barred from "the true Narnia" for being less allegorically(?) pious than her siblings.

Speaking as an ex-Christian, I could write a whole series of posts about why that's fucked-up and wrong. But I will instead remain on topic and recommend you read basically any atheist blog from the early '10s; that eternal damnation/salvation shit is low-hanging fruit for guys who want to make fun of fundies.

Second, you have people who see Susan as materialistic, caring so much about "nylons and lipstick and invitations." First off, nothing in the text suggests she was maliciously materialistic, or greedy, or anything else that would merit getting kicked out of Narnia. Second, the text just...does not support this reading. Susan's sin isn't greed, it's growing up too fast.

Third are the people who agree with the text; Susan "always was a jolly sight too keen on being grown-up." This has textual support, and not just from the one page in The Last Battle that mentions her. The problem is, of course, that this isn't a sin worthy of punishment either.

(Zeroth: Susan spent decades as a queen of Narnia, but since because the books want us to think that that wouldn't have any real impact on the kids, we will continue not thinking about it too much.)

With that out of the way: Wanting to be older than you are is fine, wanting to be younger than you are is fine, wanting to be the age you are is great. There is nothing inherently wrong with either wanting to be treated as a grown-up or seeking the joy of youth. It can lead to bad behavior, but none of that is described in the actual text of The Last Battle.

Susan is described as misremembering the fantastical adventures the Pevensies had as children, and wanting to be a young adult for as long as possible. Who. Cares.

It seems like C.S. Lewis puts an unreasonably high premium on the innocence of childhood. (This has what I consider to be unfortunate implications when combined with his advocacy of blind faith in The Silver Chair, but that's a topic for another ramble.) This is, I feel, ridiculous. It's fine to seek the joy of youth, but to treat losing that joy as some kind of mortal sin is absurd! Treating the loss of innocence as an inevitable tragedy is one thing; treating it as something worth punishing a kid for if they stumble into it too quickly is horrific.

(And it's really hard to not think about that time Susan was a literal monarch. Well, there were four of them, so I guess she was more of a tetrarch? Whatever.)

Anyways. The fourth response is to point to things C.S. Lewis said after publishing The Last Battle. And I'm going to discuss that.

Contrite-over-Susan Lewis

Unfortunately, I can't find the actual quotes by C.S. Lewis, not in the time I'm willing to spend researching a Tumblr post about a book that was old when my parents were young. But C.S. Lewis has acknowledged the problem of Susan.

The gist of what he said is that he's not happy that Susan's story is incomplete, but writing her redemption arc would put the story into a whole different genre, and that's no good.

My first problem is, of course, the idea that Susan needed to change to be worthy of Narnia. So what if she was always the most skeptical Pevensie? So what if she wanted to grow up? So what if she likes nylons and lipstick and invitations? If the Susan we see in the other books isn't worthy of the true Narnia, that's Lewis's problem, not Susan's.

The second is that C.S. Lewis never wrote that book. Lewis would say that it's out of step with the rest of the series, that the tone would be off, but so is The Last Battle to anyone not drowning in Armageddon-lust. And it's not like character arcs are foreign to the series, either. There are plenty of examples of kids from our Earth going to Narnia and having it change their worldview or attitude. They're mostly small subplots, but elevating a Susan character arc to a booklong undercurrent would not be that much of a divergence.

And even if Lewis committed himself to only writing seven books for numerological reasons—well, first off, he probably could have cut one of the other books. A Horse and his Boy is neat, but depicting the lives of ordinary Narnians during a dramatic time probably should have taken a back seat to a character arc you think is required for her to join the finale. Anyways, he could have written the Susan character arc as a subplot in Prince Caspian or Voyage of the Dawn Treader if he tried.

But he didn't try.

Conclusion

C.S. Lewis supposedly said that Susan was his favorite character, the one he saw the most of himself in. If true, that is not reflected in The Last Battle.

Lewis set some arbitrary conditions Susan would have to meet to join her siblings at the end—at the climax of the entire series, arguably the most important event in Narnian history since the world's creation. He then chose not to write anything that would let Susan meet those conditions, left her out of the last book, and left it ambiguous as to whether she'd ever see her siblings in paradise.

I don't think this would be quite so egregious if Susan was at least mentioned more. Again, Susan is never mentioned before Tirian asks where she is, nor after Peter decides to taste some fruit. She gets three and a half paragraphs where her brother and "friends" bitch about her, and that's that. They make fun of her for growing up and liking nylons and lipstick, then they decide to eat fruit, end of chapter, end of Susan.

It's like the characters don't give a shit about Susan. They're not angry, they're not disappointed, they're not confused. They state a few things about Susan when directly asked, then move on, like these are just facts about some fictional character and not the reasons they're estranged from a sibling or longtime friend. Heck, the younger Pevensies don't even bother to speak up! They don't care!

And if the characters don't care about the formerly important character—important both to the story and, more importantly, to them—why should I think the author did?

[ncisfranchise-source]

When CBS‘ NCIS: Hawai’i resumes its third season this Monday at 10/9c, the “honeymoon” is over for Special Agent Lucy Tara.

Having gone undercover as “newlyweds” with partner Kate Whistler ahead of the island drama’s three-week break, Lucy finds herself very much in the thick of things when her assignment to protect a visiting Russian VIP takes all kinds of turns.

TVLine spoke with Yasmine Al-Bustami about what this season’s fifth episode (of 10) will reveal about Lucy and what sort of punches the eventual season finale will pack. Plus, we get the actress’ thoughts on the Jesus drama The Chosen Season 4 lighting up silver screens.

TVLINE | What is Special Agent Lucy Tara up to this week? Oh, she always gets herself into some trouble, which I feel like she likes — though this time she wasn’t even trying to get into trouble, I will say! She’s detailing this Russian lady who is visiting the island, and she does not want to be on the mission because, on surface-level, it’s just boring. Like, she would rather be doing other things. This lady [Tatiana] would be considered Russian “royalty,” in a way, but she’s very controversial, so when she gets onto the island you see that she does not have fans. She’s met with resistance, and Lucy gets into some trouble with her.

TVLINE | Lucy gets to express some opinions about this lady she’s protecting along the way, which I thought was quite enjoyable. So many opinions. She does not hold back and says it to her face. She definitely lets her know that she is also not a fan.

TVLINE | As Lucy and Tatiana interact, we get a bit more information about Lucy’s family back home. Did you appreciate that aspect of the episode? I loved it. I don’t know if Lucy appreciated it [Laughs], but for me, personally, I love anytime we learn about Lucy’s background and family history because she tries really hard to keep it quiet. She doesn’t really share much or open up too much, even to the people closest to her, unless someone happens to find out something if they do some digging. It’s not like Lucy is willingly sharing this information, so she is taken aback when this lady that she is protecting, Tatiana, all of a sudden is throwing at Lucy every little, small detail about Lucy’s family.

TVLINE | Any “firsts” for you as an actress in this particular episode? Driving in a Humvee! That was a blast. I really tried to be in there when… there’s a stunt that happens… but they said no. But we took it out into the jungle and were driving up on cliffs and everything.

There’s also a fight in the jungle. We’ve done fights before, but I’ve never done it on this kind of a terrain, where it was rainy and muddy and messy. For me, that’s more fun when it’s not a clean fight. I like it to be a little dirty.

TVLINE | What can you tease about anything else going on in the episode, regarding Kai and/or NCIS Elite? Oh, yes! We find out a bit more about NCIS Elite. Obviously, Sam (played by LL Cool J) has been a part of the team and some of us are still trying to figure out what he’s doing on the island, why he’s here, what his whole role is.

TVLINE | Not that we don’t love having him and his $200 Henleys around. [Laughs] Some people have a bit more of a problem with it than Lucy does. Lucy couldn’t care less, she’s like whatever, it’s fine, he’s not bothering me. And then with Kai (Alex Tarrant)…

TVLINE | Were there any outtakes from the “newlyweds” episode, any hijinks that you and Tori [Anderson] got up to that didn’t make it on-camera? I feel like that’s always the case. It’s so funny you ask, because me and Alex, who plays Kai, were talking about that just the other day, saying how we would love to see bloopers because we just did something that was so silly and yet we had to look all cool and everything. We were like, “If people only saw!”

One thing [from the “newlyweds” episode] that I am thinking of specifically…. We had a bunch of outdoor scenes, me and Tors, and usually if we’re outdoors we have our hair up because we’re on a mission or something, but our hair was down and so the wind was all over the place, blowing everything. So having to deal with that became a funny thing.

TVLINE | This week there’s a reference to Lucy and Kate going home to cuddle and watch “reality-TV.” What shows do you think they cue up? Love Is Blind. I feel like I could throw that out there….

TVLINE | Switching topics to The Chosen: Did you feel like that show “blew up” a bit once it started airing on The CW? Were you feeling some extra love, some extra attention? I mean, I was already feeling it beforehand, because the fans of that show are so loving and so warm. It was already an outpouring of love. So, I feel like there was more of that support than anything. The CW allowed the show to get more eyes on it, which opened it up to a broader audience, which I thought was really cool because that creates more types of conversations. They are talking about it not as just a religious show but as a good show, and that was a different kind of conversation to have.

TVLINE | When it started on The CW, I gave the people at my church a heads-up and now about a half-dozen of them are hooked. Every week at coffee hour, it’s like the first topic. Oh man, that’s so cool!

TVLINE | What’s been your biggest takeaway from your experience on The Chosen? Oh my gosh, it’s such a huge experience for me, especially since it’s a different kind of production than NCIS — that alone is really cool. Like, it’s just so indie and on-the-ground and in-the-trenches. I feel like I’ve grown up with it and to see how its grown and what its made of itself, and along with the people, a lot of the people are still the same… It’s just so cool to be part of something like that from the very beginning and not even be thinking, “Oh, hey guys, [when filming] Season 3, beginning of 4, we’re going to start airing on The CW.” Had no idea. Or that we’re going to air Season 4 in theaters. That was just not on anyone’s radar at all. Instead in the very beginning it was like, “Oh, we have this app. You can watch it on the app.”

TVLINE | What are you hearing about the NCIS: Hawai’i finale? What’s the gossip? Ohhhhhh, there’s so much gossip. It’s going to be a two-parter — I love those for sure, just selfishly — and today [Thursday] is our first day filming the last episode. So, there’s a lot of action, there is death….

TVLINE | I just hope nobody gets shot in the forehead like Charlie 1. I know. It was so gruesome. Oh my gosh, we love Linc [Hand]. If there was a way to bring him back….

[darkcrowprincess]

Funny Narnia au:

Aslan gets amnesia some how(I know in canon he's an all powerful Jesus lion, let me have my fun), ends up in the Pevensie house after the first movie. So the Pevensie siblings have to hide this magic talking lion from their parents till they can figure out what to do and how to help Aslan get his memories back. Shenanigans abound. Aslan forgets, so he's just a big sweet talking lion. Who has Liam Nissans voice. The humor of the Pevensies having to hide Aslan in a closet, in the back garden, in the kitchen, under blackets and all of Lucy's stuffed animals. Aldi I can totally imagine where the parents do find out some how and Helen screaming " Why is there a (talking) lion in my kitchen!"

@thevictorianghost

[demhen]

Outgrowing Narnia?

In Narnia and Prince Caspian, Peter, and Susan are told by Aslan that they shall not return to Narnia, which hm, so why? Peter and Susan are 15 and 14 at this point, in the next book, Narnia and the Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Edmund and Lucy where also told by Jesus fursona that they shall not come back they where 12 and 10. So it isn’t an age line, then what is it?

Well, maybe that has to do, with how close they are to our messiah kitten. But that cannot be right because for Peter and Susan, yeah sure ok, I get that we have the entire thing where lucy sees Aslan, but the others don’t and then they vote on where to go, option 1 Lucys option, to go where Lucy saw Aslan, or option 2, to go to the path which they know will lead to where they must go. So, they vote and Lucy and Edmund vote option one, while Peter, Susan, and Peter Dinklage, what sorry Trumkin. Peter does say, something like “yeah lucy you did see Aslan, but I didn’t and there is the way lets go” and Susan outright said, “nope Lucy you didn’t stop playing around”. So, they make sense but what about Edmund and Lucy, Lucy someone I would like to call “The Lions fangirl number 1” because yes, she is a fangirl of the Furry Jesus.

Also, if this is really about your connection with the messiah Kitten, then why where the kids even in Narnia for 15 years.

Or it has to do with outgrowing the need of fairy tales, to grow up, but then we are back at the Susan problem which I already discussed in my first ever post. So it’s a little hypercritical from Lewis to kick the kids out, because they are too grown up and then say Susan cannot come back, because she is too grown up (my opinion on that is my first ever post).

So yeah, if you have a opinion do reblog comment and let’s talk and have fun.

Your book hording dragon,

Demhen

[kairithemang0]

WIP of what me and @orangeslikesbread were making, would like to know if there's interest before we continue (or idk i'd like to)

it's gonna lead into a ton of other shit and it's gonna probably get sad

June 14th, 1953

Curt threw this bag of supplies onto the couch, his body aching from their mission, his legs still sore from running. Owen entered behind him, locking the door so that no one could get into the A.S.S safehouse they had been sent to. The mission hadn’t gone too poorly, not as bad as some of their previous missions. For two of the so-called greatest spies to ever live, they certainly didn’t have the best track record with each other, no thanks to the lovestruck stares they couldn’t seem to keep to themselves for a few hours while they were at work.

Owen sighed and walked to the small kitchenette to make himself something to eat, while Curt went to their shared bedroom to change. “Are you hungry, love?” Owen shouted across the room, “No, but could you make me a cup of coffee?” He shouted back, Owen turned and opened the cabinet, deciding to make himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, one Curt would likely steal. He got the coffee grounds, bread, and peanut butter and started brewing Curt’s coffee. He walked to the refrigerator and scanned for jam, finding a half empty jar of strawberry and grabbing it from the self.

He finished brewing Curt’s coffee and grabbed a black and white mug from the cupboard, pouring the steaming drink into it as Curt walked out of the bedroom in his tank top and shorts, smiling at Owen as he approached, “Careful Mega, it’s hot,” he handed it to Curt, who downed it instantly, “Curt-”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Carvour! This is burning! Is coffee too American for your tea making British ass?” Curt spat the coffee out at Owen, who glared at him intently and wiped the scalding coffee off his face with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving the Americans face. Curt went to the liquor cabinet, pouring whiskey into his coffee mug before drinking it again, “Much better, everything tastes better with whiskey.”

Owen pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose in frustration “Love, I warned you, the only one to blame is yourself.” Owen looked him up and down with disgust, “And could you not constantly talk down on my country when the U.S. is clearly far worse?” He spit, Curt glared at and took a swig straight from the bottle of liquor. 

“Okay, colonizer,” Curt said under his breath and gave Owen a fake scoff, before setting down his mug and handing the bottle to Owen, expecting him to clean up the mess as he walked away, knowing Owen wasn’t going to let that slide.

“Just where do you think you’re going, Mega?” He questioned as he sat a hand on Curt’s shoulder, gripping it tightly and pulling him back a bit, Curt’s foot lodged between Owen’s heels to keep him from moving too far.

Curt turned around, his hands on his hips nonchalantly, a smug grin resting on his face as he was nearly pressed up against Owen’s chest, “To our bedroom, why?” He grinned, as Owen pulled him closer to him by the hips, Curt’s tank top thin enough to where Owen could feel his heart pounding through the fabric.

“You made the mess, you’re going to clean it,” he grinned, one hand resting atop Curt’s hip and another string its way through his hair.

“God, you sound like my mother,” Curt grumbled, “We can clean it in the morning, I Love Lucy is on right now and I don’t want to miss it,” he told him, pressing Owen’s hand harder into his cheek, savoring the feeling of his skin, “C’mon, you know cleaning up a mess this late at night is no fun, plus you know we’re both too exhausted to actually get any real cleaning done.”

Owen eventually gave in, he always did when it came to Curt. He smiled and motioned for Curt to lead the way to their room. Curt's face split into a large grin and as he gave Owen a kiss on the cheek, “I knew you’d cave in eventually,” he said, taking Owen’s hand as he walked into their bedroom. When they entered, Owen could hear the loud television–courtesy of Curt annoying A.S.S. until they gave him one– and sat down on the bed next to Curt.

Curt gripped Owen’s shoulder and thrust him down onto the mattress, climbing onto his chest and resting his body on Owen’s pounding heart, “Holy shit, Mega, you’re going to crush me,” Owen laughed, Curt grumbling incoherently into Owen’s neck, his breath warm on Owen’s skin as his hand drifted onto the back of Curt’s head.

Owen turned away to look at the TV, Curt using the extra access he had to Owen’s neck to gently kiss the exposed skin, Owen glancing at the black and white TV, “How long did it take you to convince Cynthia to give you this?” Owen questioned, Curt continuing to lay kisses on his skin.

“Longer than it should’ve, she’s such a prick when it comes to this stuff,” Curt talked gently, his hand resting on Owen’s sides as he curled his head further into the crook of Owen’s neck.

“You don’t need a TV, Curt.”

“How the hell am I supposed to keep up with my shows if I don’t have a TV, Owen?” Owen could almost sense Curt’s eyes rolling, as if a TV was so necessary. Curt poked him gently in the side, keeping his finger pushed into his skin.

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Transcript:

Oscar: We’re well aware that this is a waste of time, but you know how it is… Charlie: Seems like your boss might be losing his marbles. Oscar: Maybe.

Ivan: Why would y’risk stickin’ around? Charlie: We might’ve had a deal with Spencer, but we’ve yet to cash that cheque. As far as the law is concerned, there’s no connection between us; unlike you lot…

Ivan: [scoffs] You’re all the same, just give it time. Charlie: Yeah, I don’t think so. Tyler: Some people have a fuckin’ limit.

Oscar: You don’t know me or my limit, so get that shit outta my face. Tyler: Speakin’ of faces, I’m lovin’ the tat; though I kinda prefer being unique, y’know? Charlie: Ty…

[THUD]

Ivan: Oi! Tyler: [cackles] Oops. Charlie: Cut it out.

Tyler: [tuts] C’mon, let a guy have a little fun… Ivan: Y’better put that thing down unless y’want it blowin’ outta y’fuckin’ hand! Gene: I-…

Charlie: Don’t bother, Gene. Ivan: I’m warnin’ you, man! Charlie: Tyler.

[GUNSHOT]

Tyler: [hisses] Jesus-… Ivan: C’mon bud, up.. up! Tyler: Y’just gonna stand there?! He fuckin’ shot me!

Charlie: You asked for it. Gene: Aye, he did warn ya. Tyler: [scoffs indignantly] Goddammit.

Charlie: Gene, take dick for brains to the hospital; you oughta take the ginger fella while you’re at-… Ivan: We’re fine. Charlie: Suit yourself. See you around.. or not.

…

Ivan: Fuckin’ maniac! I warned him, y’know? I ain’t doin’ fuck all else for that prick, I don’t give a shit if he-… Oscar: [coughs] Would you quit yelling n’ help me out here? I can barely see straight. Ivan: Sorry, bud.. c’mon, Bruno’s not far.

…

Oscar: [spits] Ugh. Bruno: What happened? Ivan: Some guy went t’fuckin’ town on him, for no reason n’ all! I.. I fuckin’ shot him.

Oscar: In the arm. Ivan: That ain’t the point! I could’a killed him. Bruno: Doubt it, you’re too good a shot.

Oscar: Whatever, we oughta head to Lucie’s. Ivan: We oughta take you t’the hosp-… Oscar: Let’s just get this over n’ done with, I’ll be fine.

[ameliagiovanna0]

Chenford Week 2023 - Day 1: Inspired by Canon Day

Forever Looks Like This

AO3

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Tim and Lucy visit Angela in the hospital and they have a realization about their own future. Set after they get checked out after the big fight scene in 5x22

Lucy knocked on the door, Tim only a step behind her as she gingerly peaked around the corner.

“Hey,” softly squealed.

“Jesus, you look like hell,” Angela deadpanned when she saw them, pulling her focus from the newborn swaddled in her lap.

Tim frowned as they approached, “Nice to see you too.”

“Be nice, Tim. She just had a baby,” she chided as she smacked his shoulder, tossing her discarded vest onto the only chair that wasn’t occupied with baby items.

“You guys okay?” Wesley grimaced from Angela’s bedside.

Tim waved him off, “We’re good.”

Good may have been stretching it. Tim had bruised ribs while Lucy was left with a reddish purple hand print at the base of her throat and a pulled shoulder. But they were alive and together and safe, for the moment, so they were as good as they could be.

“How are you? How’s the baby?” Tim asked, turning his attention to Angela.

“I’m fucking exhausted. But she’s perfect; six pounds, eight ounces, 19 inches.

You want to hold her?”

Tim’s eyes momentarily grew wide before he schooled his expression and Lucy patted his shoulder, encouraging him.

“Yeah, of course-“

He tossed his vest on top of Lucy’s as Angela held out the wad of blankets and a pink hat toward him. He placed one hand at the back of the baby’s head and neck, his other hand spanning the entire rest of her body. He peered down at the tiny being in his hands and marveled at just how small she was.

Lucy loved the friendship Tim and Angela had. The fact that Tim has had her in his corner all these years made her smile, knowing he had someone looking out for him when he was too stubborn to do it for himself.

She nearly choked when Tim pulled the baby closer to his center and smiled at her. Tim had always been amazing with kids. His usual gruffness disappeared around children. He was reluctant to coach Tyler’s baseball team after Aaron volunteered him, but he enjoyed the hell out of it. He loved being able to mold these kids into better players and see the happiness they got just from playing a game together and having fun, even when they lost. It’s what a kids’ team should be. And occasionally having Lucy by his side on the field, sharing in wearing awful orange hats and t-shirts, was the kind of bonus that made him all warm and fuzzy inside.

“She’s beautiful, Ange,” he said as he peered down at her delicate features.

Angela reached for Wesley’s hand offering a watery chuckle as she watched her best friend hold her daughter for the first time, “I know. I made her.”

Lucy let out a breath. Angela clocked her expression and grinned, tugging on Wesley’s hand. She glanced at him, at Tim and Lucy, and back to Wesley as they shared a knowing look. She knew Tim wanted kids. He always had. She knew Lucy wanted kids. She also knew that Tim and Lucy were a forever kind of thing. Speaking from experience, she knew that seeing the man you loved holding a baby does something to a girl.

Lucy knew, logically, that it was too early in her relationship to be thinking about kids. It should scare the absolute hell out of her, make her want to run and hide. And for past Lucy, it would have. But with Tim, everything was different. She mentioned grandkids on their first date, and he hadn’t batted an eye. They knew from the get-go.

She watched Tim hold this tiny creature and look at her with wonder in his eyes, her heart thundering in her chest at the sight, and she couldn’t help but imagine him holding their baby. Her dark chestnut hair and his ocean blue eyes. Her eyes were wide and shining as she fell even more in love with him. He looked so comfortable, so at ease with a baby in his arms.

Angela watched Lucy watching Tim, her eyes sparkling with amusement before she broke the palpable silence, “So, you ready to be a godfather again?”

Lucy’s face broke out into a smile, momentarily forgetting her (not so new) revelations. “What?” Tim looked up at her like a deer in headlights.

“Godfather. You in?” she reiterated as Wesley stifled a laugh. Even exhausted and just having just given birth, Angela still had to mess with Tim and catch him off guard. Simply because she could. And it was highly amusing. God, he loved his wife.

Tim swallowed and grinned, “Yes, absolutely.”

Lucy wrapped her arm around Tim’s waist as he adjusted the tiny human, “Does she have a name?” she asked.

“Zoe Emilia Lopez-Evers,” Angela stated simply.

Lucy gripped Tim’s hip just a little bit tighter at the mention of their late captain’s name.

“You named her after Anderson?” Tim asked.

“Anderson was a trailblazer. It fits,” Angela shrugged as Wesley brushed her wild down at the back of her head with a warm smile, “Nobody expected Anderson to be the powerhouse she was, and we certainly weren’t expecting her,” she continued as she gestured to Zoe.

“She’d love that,” Tim said.

“And your mom?” Lucy questioned, recognizing Zoe’s middle name to be the same as Angela’s mother’s.

“Yeah, another strong, fierce woman she can look up to.”

Lucy smiled, “This little girl is always going to have an army of women behind her whenever she needs us.”

“Gimme the munchkin, Tim,” Lucy said, making grabby hands at the baby.

He chuckled and handed her over. He took a steadying breath as his heart began to race before stepping back and watching the scene before him unfold. Lucy had a nurturing personality. It’s who she was, and it was no exception with children. Especially with children. He watched as she cradled Zoe’s head in her hand and cooed at her, her face alight with love and fondness. She tucked Zoe against herself to free one of her hands and began running a finger over her features. Tim loved her so damn much, and he couldn’t wait to be a parent with her.

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Tim and Lucy walked hand-in hand down the hallway of the hospital, dead on their feet and ready to finally have some time alone and sleep. Tim’s mind was running circles around the image of Lucy holding Zoe like it was second nature when he grew anxious with the need to tell her. He tugged on her hand as he looked around to make sure they were alone before he looked back down at her and backed her against the nearest wall. He pressed his lips to her forehead before finding her lips. She placed her hand on his chest, surprised with his boldness and lack of a prelude.

“I want one of those,” he said without explanation.

But she understood, “Yeah?”

“Someday. I want one someday… with you,” he said, almost shyly.

“I want one with you someday too,” she said with a dopey smile, “But hey, maybe we’ll be married by then.”

“Are we just getting all of the big conversations out of the way tonight?”

Lucy’s head fell against his chest as he cupped the back of her head, pressing a kiss to her hair. She giggled and eventually looked up at him, “Oh please, we got the big conversations out of the way on our first date.”

“You’re not wrong about that,” he said, easing back and pulling her along with him, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe we’ll be married by then.” The man could be so cheeky when he wanted to be.

A startled but happy and in-love smile overtook Lucy’s face as she tucked herself into Tim’s side, exiting the hospital.

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Decided to have some fun with the simulator! Some of these are so accurate it’s scary lmaoo

@call-sign-shark @justrainandcoffee @evita-shelby @emotionalcadaver @moral-terpitude

THE BLOODBATH

As the tributes stand on their podiums, the horn sounds.

Ada Shelby finds a bow, some arrows, and a quiver.

Michael Gray runs away from the Cornucopia.

Arthur Shelby and Freddie Thorne fight for a bag. Freddie Thorne gives up and retreats.

Eva Smith, Quinn Meyer, and Polly Gray work together to get as many supplies as possible.

Johanna Mason runs away from the Cornucopia.

Rose Coldwell grabs a jar of fishing bait while Johnny Dogs gets fishing gear.

Isiah Jesus runs away from the Cornucopia.

Lucy Winters runs away from the Cornucopia.

Tommy Shelby runs away from the Cornucopia.

Gina Nelson runs away from the Cornucopia.

Alfie Solomons runs away from the Cornucopia.

Grace Burgess grabs a backpack, not realizing it is empty.

Jack Nelson runs away from the Cornucopia.

Aveline Young runs away from the Cornucopia.

Bonnie Gold runs away from the Cornucopia.

Finn Shelby snatches a bottle of alcohol and a rag.

Linda Shelby grabs a shovel.

Luca Changretta accidently steps on a landmine.

Nina Ferrante takes a spear from inside the cornucopia.

Heaven Lavey cannot handle the circumstances and commits suicide.

Nooo Shark, sorry for your girl

DAY 1 

Alfie Solomons overhears Freddie Thorne and Jack Nelson talking in the distance.

Finn Shelby chases Johnny Dogs.

Linda Shelby overhears Isiah Jesus and Gina Nelson talking in the distance.

Aveline Young attacks Eva Smith, but she manages to escape.

Rose Coldwell practices her archery.

Lucy Winters diverts Tommy Shelby's attention and runs away.

Nina Ferrante constructs a shack.

Arthur Shelby diverts Ada Shelby's attention and runs away.

Polly Gray, Quinn Meyer, Grace Burgess, Michael Gray, and Johanna Mason track down and kill Bonnie Gold.

Noooo Bonnie

3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Fallen tributes:

Luca Changretta

Heaven Lavey

Bonnie Gold

NIGHT 1

Tommy Shelby climbs a tree to rest.

Quinn Meyer destroys Rose Coldwell's supplies while she is asleep.

Linda Shelby stays awake all night.

Finn Shelby receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Jack Nelson, Gina Nelson, Arthur Shelby, Freddie Thorne, and Nina Ferrante sleep in shifts.

Polly Gray tries to sing herself to sleep.

Isiah Jesus taints Ada Shelby's food, killing her.

Lucy Winters receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Eva Smith loses sight of where she is.

Johnny Dogs attempts to start a fire, but is unsuccessful.

Alfie Solomons quietly hums.

Aveline Young lets Johanna Mason into her shelter.

Grace Burgess starts a fire.

Michael Gray receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

DAY 2

Gina Nelson kills Isiah Jesus while he is resting.

Alfie Solomons diverts Rose Coldwell's attention and runs away.

Freddie Thorne stalks Tommy Shelby.

These two can’t help being at each other’s throat in every universe

Linda Shelby dies of dysentery.

Arthur Shelby questions his sanity.

Nina Ferrante runs away from Lucy Winters.

Johanna Mason and Johnny Dogs hunt for other tributes.

Polly Gray sees smoke rising in the distance, but decides not to investigate.

Finn Shelby questions his sanity.

Michael Gray practices his archery.

Grace Burgess camouflauges herself in the bushes.

Aveline Young hunts for other tributes.

Quinn Meyer sprains her ankle while running away from Jack Nelson.

Eva Smith makes a slingshot.

Fallen tributes:

Ada Shelby

Isiah Jesus

Linda Shelby

NIGHT 2

Aveline Young kills Johanna Mason while she is sleeping.

Grace Burgess, Gina Nelson, and Jack Nelson cheerfully sing songs together.

Michael Gray convinces Polly Gray to snuggle with him.

Nina Ferrante screams for help.

Rose Coldwell and Freddie Thorne hold hands.

Finn Shelby thinks about home.

Eva Smith lets Alfie Solomons into her shelter.

Tommy Shelby stabs Arthur Shelby in the back with a trident.

Tommy tf are you doing

Quinn Meyer thinks about home.

Lucy Winters and Johnny Dogs sleep in shifts.

DAY 3

Grace Burgess injures herself.

Freddie Thorne scares Jack Nelson off.

Gina Nelson attacks Lucy Winters, but she manages to escape.

Rose Coldwell searches for a water source.

Tommy Shelby constructs a shack.

Aveline Young receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

Polly Gray chases Johnny Dogs.

Quinn Meyer overhears Michael Gray and Nina Ferrante talking in the distance.

Alfie Solomons travels to higher ground.

Eva Smith stalks Finn Shelby.

Fallen tributes:

Johanna Mason

Arthur Shelby

NIGHT 3

Rose Coldwell thinks about winning.

Jack Nelson starts a fire.

Tommy Shelby is awoken by nightmares.

Quinn Meyer and Grace Burgess run into each other and decide to truce for the night.

Lucy Winters stays awake all night.

Finn Shelby is unable to start a fire and sleeps without warmth.

Gina Nelson begs for Nina Ferrante to kill her. She reluctantly obliges, killing Gina Nelson.

Michael Gray sets up camp for the night.

Johnny Dogs, Eva Smith, and Aveline Young start fighting, but Eva Smith runs away as Johnny Dogs kills Aveline Young.

Freddie Thorne and Alfie Solomons talk about the tributes still alive.

Polly Gray thinks about home.

DAY 4

Eva Smith attacks Grace Burgess, but she manages to escape.

Jack Nelson, Johnny Dogs, Polly Gray, and Finn Shelby hunt for other tributes.

Rose Coldwell, Quinn Meyer, and Lucy Winters hunt for other tributes.

Tommy Shelby chases Alfie Solomons.

Well this is accurate

Nina Ferrante fishes.

Michael Gray camouflauges himself in the bushes.

Freddie Thorne cannot handle the circumstances and commits suicide.

Fallen tributes:

Gina Nelson

Aveline Young

Freddie Thorne

NIGHT 4

Eva Smith receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Quinn Meyer, Rose Coldwell, and Nina Ferrante cheerfully sing songs together.

This made me laugh. Girls there’s nothing to be cheerful about.

Michael Gray receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

Lucy Winters, Johnny Dogs, Finn Shelby, and Polly Gray tell each other ghost stories to lighten the mood.

Jack Nelson receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Tommy Shelby tries to treat his infection.

Grace Burgess taints Alfie Solomons's food, killing him.

DAY 5

Finn Shelby and Lucy Winters work together for the day.

Jack Nelson and Eva Smith hunt for other tributes.

Tommy Shelby attacks Polly Gray, but Nina Ferrante protects her, killing Tommy Shelby.

👀

Grace Burgess scares Johnny Dogs off.

Quinn Meyer kills Rose Coldwell with a sickle.

Michael Gray makes a wooden spear.

Fallen tributes:

Alfie Solomons

Tommy Shelby

Rose Coldwell

NIGHT 5

Michael Gray cries himself to sleep.

Nina Ferrante and Quinn Meyer tell stories about themselves to each other.

Eva Smith begs for Polly Gray to kill her. She refuses, keeping Eva Smith alive.

Jack Nelson and Grace Burgess sleep in shifts.

Johnny Dogs quietly hums.

Lucy Winters and Finn Shelby talk about the tributes still alive.

DAY 6

Quinn Meyer, Johnny Dogs, Polly Gray, and Jack Nelson raid Michael Gray's camp while he is hunting.

Finn Shelby overhears Lucy Winters and Eva Smith talking in the distance.

Nina Ferrante shoots a poisonous blow dart into Grace Burgess's neck, slowly killing her.

ARENA EVENT

A fire spreads throughout the arena.

Quinn Meyer survives.

Jack Nelson falls to the ground, but kicks Polly Gray hard enough to then push her into the fire.

The fire catches up to Nina Ferrante, killing her.

Rip my girl, you always get to this point then get killed off

Michael Gray kills Eva Smith in order to utilize a body of water safely.

The fire catches up to Finn Shelby, killing him.

Lucy Winters survives.

The fire catches up to Johnny Dogs, killing him.

Fallen tributes:

Grace Burgess

Polly Gray

Nina Ferrante

Eva Smith

Finn Shelby

Johnny Dogs

NIGHT 6

Quinn Meyer starts a fire.

Jack Nelson destroys Lucy Winters's supplies while she is asleep.

Michael Gray dies from an infection.

THE FEAST

The cornucopia is replenished with food, supplies, weapons, and memoirs from the tributes' families.

Lucy Winters decides not to go to The Feast.

Jack Nelson decides not to go to The Feast.

Quinn Meyer decides not to go to The Feast.

DAY 7

Jack Nelson tends to Quinn Meyer's wounds.

Lucy Winters is pricked by thorns while picking berries.

ARENA EVENT

The arena's border begins to rapidly contract.

Lucy Winters restrains Jack Nelson to a tree and leaves him to die.

Quinn Meyer trips on a tree root and is unable to recover fast enough.

Fallen tributes:

Michael Gray

Jack Nelson

Quinn Meyer

The winner is Lucy Winters from District 12!

Congrats @emotionalcadaver your girl won again!