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francesminos-tt · 2 years ago

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Blind!Joff curiouscat prompt fill

1. Joffrey was born blind. King Viserys I decided to betroth him to Daeron.

“You know why the king betrothed you to me?” Joffrey asked Daeron on their wedding night. He was sitting on the bed, clouded pupils looking into the void. The wedding ceremony was small and private, only the couple’s family and a few royal lords presented to witness them exchanging vows. A small banquet was held to celebrate their union. Joffrey let himself be led by his new husband and uncle, to the altar, to the feasting table and finally to their shared bedroom.

“I don’t.” Daeron replied, his voice coming from somewhere in front of Joffrey, “and I have no intention of knowing. But you seem to be determined to enlighten me.”

“Because you are dispensable.” Joffrey said with a laugh. Daeron was right. Joffrey was going to tell him no matter what. At least his husband was not stupid, Joffrey mused.

“Is there a reason why you want to make me hate you?”

Daeron’s words caught Joffrey in surprise. No one told him that his husband had a sharp tongue. Again, Daeron was right. To an extent. Joffrey assumed Daeron didn’t want to marry a useless blind man who couldn’t even ride his own dragon. Joffrey was just making sure. If Daeron did hate him, at least Joffrey proved himself to be as useless as he thought.

“You want people to hate you, don’t you?”

Joffrey felt the mattress sink in next to him, indicating that Daeron had sat on the bed and was dangerously close to him.

“You want people to hate you so you can dwell in your own misery.” Daeron continued, his words sharper than daggers, “you want me to say that I don’t want to marry a blind bastard, that you are a burden, an anomaly in the family, don’t you?”

Why? Why Daeron could speak Joffrey’s mind for him?

“Shut up.” Joffrey said with gritted teeth.

“Sorry to disappoint you, husband.” Daeron’s voice came closer, Joffrey could almost feel his husband’s warm breath on his skin, “but I don’t hate you. You have no idea how long I have waited for this.”

Joffrey felt a hand gently cradled his face, rough fingertips dancing on his cheek, sending chills down his spine.

“I know you will be mine the moment I laid eyes on you.” Daeron leaned in, planting a small kiss on Joffrey’s nose, “you know why the king betrothed us? Because I fought for it. I fought for the right to marry you. I cried so hard and threw the biggest tantrum of my life to fight for you.”

Joffrey blinked as he felt a warmth on his lips. He was blind, so to him, keeping his eyes open when being kissed was perfectly normal. He only saw darkness anyway.

“If only you could see. How beautiful you are.” Daeron wrapped his arms around his little husband, contented that he finally had Joffrey to himself.

All his life, Joffrey had never felt the urge to see, not even once. He had accepted the darkness long ago. But now, now he wanted to be able to see so badly, not to see himself, but to see his husband.

“Let me feel you.” Joffrey whispered, lifting his hands up to cup Daeron’s face.

“Take your time. We have all the time in the world, husband.”

2. Daeron pov when he first meets Joffrey

“I want you to be on your best behavior.” Alicent warned her children. Aegon was clearly not impressed, Helaena’s mind was absent as usual, Aemond grunted, only Daeron gave his mother a small nod.

“Seven help me.” Alicent muttered to herself before standing up, fixing her headpiece and collar, making sure not one single wrinkle could be seen.

“Why are we up this early?” Aegon asked in a small voice.

“Our sister is coming to visit our father.” Aemond replied, “Mother thinks Rhaenyra is plotting something.”

“Mother thinks everyone is plotting something. She even thinks I am plotting against her by skipping my class.” Aegon mused.

“Funny that she thinks you have the brain for it.”

Aemond and Aegon began to bicker with each other. Daeron sighed and rubbed his temple like an old man. He had just turned 8 and joined his brothers in training, but sometimes he thought he was the maturest one among his siblings.

“There’s a butterfly on your shoulder.” Helaena whispered, not looking at Daeron but somehow Daeron knew she was talking to him. But the strange thing was, there was no butterfly or any other kind of bug on Daeron’s heavily embroidered coat.

They met Rhaenyra’s family at the throne room. The crown princess was beautiful as always, belly swollen and a small silver haired child in her arms, her loyal husband, the Rogue Prince, at her side. Jacaerys and Lucerys stood slightly behind her. There was another boy, a few years younger than Daeron, clung to Jacaerys’s side. He kept his head down, small hands grabbing a handful of his brother’s pants. To Daeron’s surprise, there was a small black whelp perched on the boy’s shoulder, spiked tails around his neck. How strange. No one was allowed to bring their dragon to the throne room. That was probably why Queen Alicent looked so pissed.

He must be Rhaenyra’s third son, Joffrey. For some reason, the crown princess had never brought the boy to court, so this was the first time Daeron laid eyes on him. Daeron was immediately enchanted. Joffrey must be such a spoiled menace to bring his dragon to court, but why did he act so innocent?

A knight announced the arrival of the king and everyone turned to the entrance of the room, except for Joffrey. The boy clearly heard the announcement but he looked like he didn’t know where the king was. Jacaerys whispered something in Joffrey’s ear as he guided the boy to turn around. Joffrey finally lifted his head up, and Daeron was struck.

Joffrey’s eyes were a perfect combination of soft brown and light violet, like chocolate cake with lavender icing. There was no light in those beautiful pupils.

Daeron learned later that day that Rhaenyra was seeking a possible betrothal for her blind son Joffrey, ideally a son of the king himself. Queen Alicent was not impressed but Daeron was thrilled. He knew this was his chance.

He started to cry in front of the king and said between hiccups that he didn’t want nephew Joffrey to be married to anyone other than him.

3. Can you write a little porn with Daeron's POV 🥺 I'm a sucker for tender sex

“I am going to touch you now.” Daeron said, his soft voice drowned out by the crackling of the hearth.

Joffrey nodded. He was lying on the bed in just a simple gown, his pale neck and ankles visible in the candle light. Joffrey’s eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling, unfocused pupils like a pair of obsidian orbs.

Daeron gently placed his hand on Joffrey’s wrist, moving slowly up to the brunette’s forearm, elbow, arm, shoulder, all the way to his collar bone. Joffrey shivered under his touch, goosebumps forming on his skin.

“Don’t be scared. I am not going to hurt you.” Daeron assured, sliding his hand into the collar of the gown. His fingers danced on Joffrey’s bare chest, feeling the muscles contract under his fingertips.

“I am not scared.” Joffrey replied with shaky voice. His eyes were still wide open, but his breaths quickened, nostrils flaring like he had just come back from a run.

Joffrey didn’t lie. He was not scared, but the sensation of being touched by a stranger was new to him. He was now completely at mercy of someone he didn’t really know. For a blind man like him, lack of vision only enhanced his other senses. Joffrey was extremely sensitive, and Daeron’s gentle touch kept sending chills down his spine. He had to bite his lips to stop himself from moaning.

Daeron was excited to explore Joffrey’s body. Joffrey was just as beautiful as he had imagined, skin pale from all the time he spent inside the castle. So beautiful that the gods decided to take his vision away.

“I am going to kiss you.” Daeron leaned down and stopped inches from Joffrey’s inviting lips.

“On the lips?” Joffrey asked, clearly sensed Daeron’s breath on his lips.

“Yes. That’s how couples kiss.”

“I’ve never been kissed on the lips before.”

“I’m honored to be your first, then.” Daeron smiled and sealed their lips into a tender kiss. He slowly licked Joffrey’s lips, before pushing his tongue into the brunette’s slightly parted lips, invading Joffrey’s mouth and chasing his shy tongue.

Joffrey let out a surprised moan. He had no idea a kiss could make him go numb and melt like a pool of mud. He knew he had to spread his legs and let his alpha have their way, but he didn’t know they had to kiss.

Daeron’s fingertips now moved to Joffrey’s nipple. He circled around the pink bud using his nails before pinching it, making Joffrey jump in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Joffrey hissed, trying to move away.

“Relax. I am just trying to pleasure you.” Daeron grabbed Joffrey’s hip to keep the boy in place, “Do you not like me fiddling with your nipples?”

“I don’t know.” Joffrey replied, embarrassed, “No one touched there before. I am just, surprised.”

“Let me know if you start to feel uncomfortable.” Daeron kissed the boy’s eyelids, feeling the slight tremble of the thick lashes. He began to pinch Joffrey’s nipple again and his other hand slid between the boy’s legs, into the warm wetness that had never knew another one before.

Joffrey whimpered and finally closed his eyes.

4. What if Joffrey somehow got his eye sight back (magic or something like that)

It happened in one ordinary morning. Joffrey woke up in Daeron’s arms, warm and content, evidence of last night’s sex still on his skin. Joffrey had never expected he would enjoy sex, or even get one in his life, but Daeron proved him wrong. Joffrey was very sensitive due to his lack of vision, all his other senses sharper than most people, making him easily overwhelmed. Daeron liked to explore his body, kissing Joffrey’s skin inch by inch as if worshipping a holy relic.

Joffrey stayed absolutely still while waiting for his brain to fully awake. He had woken up earlier than Daeron before, and every time Joffrey would stay in his husband’s arms, his head resting on Daeron’s chest, listening to Daeron’s steady heartbeat. Joffrey didn’t dare moving, for fear of waking his husband unnecessarily. Joffrey had no way of telling whether it was morning or night, since his world was always dark, so he always waited for Daeron to wake up on his own.

Today was different. Joffrey felt something bright on his eyelid, so bright that it hurt his eyes. He blinked, and blinked again, but the brightness was still there.

What was this? Could it be?

Sunlight?

Joffrey sat up abruptly, the familiar darkness had now turned to grey, he could make out some blurry lines in his vision.

Joffrey knew this was not a dream. He had dreamed about him regaining his vision before, but in those dreams, he never actually saw anything. He had no idea what everything looked like. Bed, chairs, curtains, all new and strange for him.

“Joff? What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” Daeron’s familiar voice came from his left side.

Joffrey slowly turned his head to the left. In the blurriness, he saw a young man’s face. Defined eyebrows and a straight nose. Slightly pursed lips. Worried eyes. Features that he had felt numerous times under his fingers.

Joffrey had no idea how a handsome man should look like, but he knew his husband must be one of them.

“Joff?”

“Daeron, I think I can see your face.”

5. 👀 i need to know Joff's family + his husband's family reaction.

His family were thrilled to learn that their poor Joff had miraculously regained his vision. Rhaenyra burst into tears; she always blamed herself for Joff’s blindness. There must have been something wrong in her womb. But now, all those years, her boy could see again. Thank all the gods, old and new, for this miracle. Joff’s brothers were happy too. Jace and Luke were the ones helping Joffrey the most growing up. The brothers were glued at the hip; Jace and Luke always made sure Joffrey didn’t bump into anything. Even Daemon shed a tear or two after learning the news. He had insisted that Joff take dragon rider lessons even though the boy could never actually fly on dragon back. Now all those lessons might just pay off.

In short, everyone was happy except for Daeron. Don’t get him wrong, of course Daeron wanted Joffrey to have his sight back, but he didn’t like the idea of sharing Joff with anyone, including Joffrey’s own family. That was why Daeron stood alone, outside of the exciting crowd around their bed. The curtains were only drawn a creak, letting a small ray of sunlight through. Joff’s eyes were still sensitive so it was better to keep the room dim.

“Mother.” Joffrey tugged Rhaenyra’s sleeve, a habit he had grown to get her attention.

“What is it, Joff?” Rhaenyra kissed her boy’s forehead, her arms still tightly wrapped around him.

“Can I go see the king tomorrow? I am tired.” Joffrey said apologetically.

“Of course. I am so sorry, Joff, we should give some time to process.” Rhaenyra threw some glances at her husband and sons, all of them nodding and getting up to leave.

“I will see you tomorrow, Joff.” Jace waved at his little brother.

“With a lot of lemon cakes.” Luke said cheerfully, drawing a small smile from Joffrey.

“Get some rest, son.” Daemon patted Joffrey’s shoulder before leaving.

Several minutes later, the room finally regained its quietness. The silence stretched for a moment before it was broken by Joffrey.

“Daeron? Will you come to the bed, please?”

Daeron only remained in the room because he had forgotten that Joff could see him now. He had done this before, observing Joff without the boy noticing. It seemed that his fun was now ruined.

“Aren’t you tired?” Daeron walked to the bed, stopping at the edge, looking down at Joffrey.

“I am.” Joffrey lifted his head, soft brown eyes focusing on Daeron. He smiled at his husband and held his arms out. “Will you join me, husband? I can’t sleep without you.”

Now that was something Daeron hadn’t expected. He was so afraid of losing Joff. Joff was a charming young man, well loved by his family, and Daeron was only able to have him because of his blindness. He had to depend on Daeron, but now Joff had gained his vision back, why would he still stay at Daeron’s side?

“I thought I would lose you.” Daeron whispered after taking Joff into his arms.

“To what?” Joff smiled and nuzzled Daeron’s neck. “You are stuck with me now. Too late to get rid of me.”

“Never.”

#hotd #house of the dragon #joffron #daeron x joffrey #joffrey velaryon #daeron the daring #curiouscat archive

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jugheadthelesbian · 4 months ago

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Hi, it's me, I'm back. I'm here to make another request!! This is 2 out of 2 (or 3, I'm still undecided) and this one is for some good old fashioned angst 😻😻

Uh so for this one I was wondering if you could take that silly hospital stay from my hogwarts dr and use it to your advantage.. I can text you actual details abt what happened at the end of the ootp plot line that this falls into ofc bc idk how much of me yapping abt it you remember but it's basically about the whole department if mysteries fiasco.

Uh yeah if you need any extra details that aren't remembered from the aftermath of all that just lmk <3

-Alice 💥💥

hi lovely, it is finally done 💗 this is for alice specifically, but all my fred girlies can enjoy it

summary: alice sacrificed herself to save sirius in the end of the order of the phoenix and is put in a medically induced coma. here is fred’s reaction and inner thoughts during that time she’s in a coma. word count: 1760 words

warnings: this is angsty so mentions of violence, death, medically induced coma, hospitalization, and yeah read w caution i suppose

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“Where is she?”

Fred’s voice is frantic as he shouts for the closest nurse at St. Mungo’s Hospital. As soon as he heard the news of Alice’s injury and her current condition from Ron, he apparated right away, not wasting any time with Floo powder or anything. He didn’t know exactly what had happened to Alice; he just knew that she had been injured in the battle and that he had to hurry. So, he apparated to the hospital in a rush, leaving Lee and George, who were with him at the time, without another word.

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t know who you’re trying to find?” A nurse tells him, with knitted eyebrows of concern. Fred shakes his head, unable to form the correct words, unable to say Alice’s name like it might be what causes her to die.

A hand rests on Fred’s shoulder. “Alice. Alice Newt. She was brought in here less than an hour ago, she’s injured. Badly.” George’s calm tone as he explains grounds Fred a little bit. It doesn’t save Alice, but it makes Fred feel a little less like he will die. “We’re family.” A little white lie on George’s part, but close enough. They’re her found family after all.

Fred’s eyes wander as the nurse talks to George. His eyes land on a bleary-eyed Capella pacing in the waiting room. “Oh good,” she says, running to Fred once she sees him. “I was trying to figure out how to get in touch with you. She kept asking for you, kept begging me to get you. She was so scared,” Her eyes mist over, biting the inside of her cheek. “Our stupid, stubborn, brave girl.”

“What… what happened?” Fred asks her, afraid to know. Afraid to know what he feels deep down. That something terrible has happened to Alice. It’s like he could feel this tear in his chest like a piece of him is missing. He knows whatever it is, it is bad. But he also knows she’s alive, he can feel that too. Capella purses her lips together, at a loss for words to explain what is happening. She grips his hand, squeezing it.

“She was hit with the killing curse,” Capella explains, the breath catching in Fred’s throat as he listens to her. Hot tears well in his eyes, his anxiety rising. “In the arm. They had to remove it, but she will be okay.” She continues, and a little bit of the tightening grip on Fred’s heart loosens.

He smiles, sighing in relief. “Oh thank Merlin,” He finally lets himself breathe properly. “So can I see her?” He asks, wanting to wrap his arms around her beautiful frame and kiss her all over. He wants to hold her forever, the concept of losing her out of his mind forever. He looks back at Capella and realizes she’s still distraught. He realizes that she wouldn’t have been upset when he first saw her if Alice was okay. Fuck. “She isn’t okay, is she?”

She shakes her head, face grim. “The doctors had to put her in a medically induced coma so her arm can heal. She won’t wake up for a while,” There’s a slight hesitation in her voice, a sob wracking her body. “There’s a chance she won’t wake up ever.” She tells him and suddenly it’s like the world has ended. He can see it, him holding Alice’s hand as she dies, never telling her all the things he hasn’t told her and delivering her euology and watching her body go into the ground. Suddenly it’s like she’s already dead, even though he knows she’s still alive.

“Please take me to her, I need to see her. Hold her hand.” The words feel foreign on his tongue, like he isn’t the one saying them. He doesn��t remember opening his mouth to talk. Capella doesn’t say anything to him, just leads him, and Lee and George trail behind them. George puts his hand on Fred’s shoulder from behind.

The room they’re keeping Alice in is stifling, feels like the air has been sucked out of it. Capella led him to the door but stopped outside of it. “I can’t go in and look at her, I’ll let you three be alone with her. I have some work to do, but I’ll see you out when you’re done.” Done, like he’ll be able to just leave her. Leave her to wake up at any moment without anyone. Yeah, that won’t be happening. It’s clear to him that he can’t leave her once he sees the state of the room she’s in.

It’s completely empty, save for her cot and a tiny night stand. No record player for all the muggle records he buys her, none of her posters or pictures, no dresser for her to put the sweaters she steals from him, no bookshelves for her books, no armchairs for George and Lee to sit on to talk her ear off, nothing. It is so quiet. That’s when his eyes fall on her in the bed, looking so small in the big bed. He approaches her, tears spilling from his eyes.

“Alice…” His voice comes out pleading, like if he says her name, she will wake up and smile her beautiful smile again and she’ll say his name the way she always does, like her pretty lips were made to say his name. Will he ever hear her voice again? He sits at her feet, her hair splayed around her head on the pillow like a halo. Her entire are is gone. She looks so sick. She has always been beautiful, but now she looks wrong. She looks so fragile. He’s never seen his strong, beautiful girl looking so weak.

She doesn’t move at all at his voice. It was foolish of him to think she might. He’s sobbing now, any fear of looking weak gone at the realization that she really and truly might not make it. He sits there, he’s not sure for how long, thinking of the life they lived together. He remembers how she was before, when he had last seen her. He’d kissed her, told her he’d see her later, knowing she might not make it.

He should’ve said more.

He should’ve told her to stay, that they would be fine without her. But that wasn’t true, they needed her and she never would’ve just sat by and done nothing. He should’ve gone with her. He could’ve protected her. “It isn’t your fault that this happened.” George tells him, as if he read his thoughts.

Fred doesn’t look at George, can’t pull his eyes away from Alice’s body. He holds her hand in his. “It is. I could’ve prevented this,” He whispers, voice hoarse from sobbing. “She doesn’t look like herself.”

George chuckles, half-heartedly. “Right? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her without her little grumpy pout. I don’t think she’s ever been this quiet, even when she’s sleepy, she’s still talking.” He says, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Fred hates it. Fred wants him to shut up. Alice should be awake, telling George off. Kissing Fred. Telling him all about the battle. But she’s not.

And there’s a chance she won’t ever be again.

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Fred spends the whole summer there. They move a chair into Alice’s room and he brings other stuff too. Her record player, for one, and about a dozen records. He brings her a change of clothes every day he comes in, usually one of his sweaters. He reads to her, books he thinks she would like and books he knows are her favorites. He talks to her.

The nurses know him by name, giving him updates or talking to him about the latest Quidditch matches. They don’t talk about the war. Fred tries not to think about the war and it isn’t hard as the only thing he can think about is if Alice will be okay. Some days, Lee and George come with him. Other days, her friends are there too or Ron and Harry and Hermione. But, there isn’t a day that Fred isn’t there. He wants to be there when she wakes up.

Today feels different as soon as he walks into the hospital. The front desk nurses smile and address him by name. He walks the familiar route to Alice’s hospital room, a book tucked to his chest. When he walks in, his heart plummets. There’s a cluster of doctors around Alice’s hospital bed. “…what’s going on?” He asks cautiously.

“Oh, good!! Fred!” Capella smiles when she sees him, the closest one to Alice and the door. “I was wondering when you would be here.” She hands him a coffee, kissing his cheek as a greeting. “It is good to see you, angel.”

“What’s going on right now?” He repeats, squeezing her in a hug gently.

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s good!! Alice, she’s ready for them to start taking her off the medicine that’s keeping her in the coma. They’re doing it right now!” She is hopeful. Fred knew today was going to be different. He sighs in relief.

So, over the next few days, Alice is under heavy monitoring, people watching to make sure she isn’t going to slip into a nonmedical coma. Fred sits in the corner as they watch over her. Eventually, she starts to blink away, still not fully there but able to open her eyes and blink.

It’s two weeks later when she wakes up fully. “Where… am I?” She asks Fred, who’s the only one in the room. He gasps, throwing his arms around her gently, a muttered “baby, you’re alive” whispered into her hair. He kisses her head. She shoves him away. “What the fuck are you doing?” She pulls out her IV drip in a hurry, shoving him to the floor and standing over him, wearing nothing but his huge sweater and her hospital gown.

“Alice…” Fred whispers, cautiously. She stands over him, ready to throw punches. He stands up. “I’m sorry baby, it’s me. It’s Fred, baby. You’re safe. Please, lay back down.” He tells her, taking a step forward. Her fight is gone and he helps her back into bed.

She sighs into his side. “I’m sorry.” She mumbles, kissing him.

“You scared the shit out of me, love.” He kisses her back. “Never do that again. But you’re okay and I’m okay. I love you more than anything. Now, tell me why you thought that being a fucking hero was a good idea.”

#harry potter #hp ootp #harry potter oc #fred weasley #fred wealsey fic #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasely x oc #salem's collection of fanfiction #basically me being scared of alice dying for 1700 words

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blitheringmcgonagall · 2 years ago

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P.S. I Still Wait for You

Chapter 3/4

Read Part 1 here

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Uncanny Valley, that was what muggles called it. Like being in France except everything felt different, and he couldn’t quite catch what everyone was saying – different phrasing, idioms, completely different accent. Québécois felt so similar and yet so foreign. He loved it. Of course, one couldn’t just apparate to Canada, so coming here had been far too time-consuming for his liking. But once in Montreal, finding her hadn’t taken him long at all. She had always said if she continued living as a muggle, she would never have had the money to go to university, but she would have liked to study nursing. Student nurses got paid, badly. Evans was impressive. What was the best hospital in Montreal, he asked? Jewish General Hospital, he was told. A taxi ride, sweet-talking the right people, and Bob’s your uncle*.

“Afternoon, Evans,” he says, walking up the steps.

She’s fiddling with the key in the lock, auburn waves blowing into her face, shopping bag clutched under her other arm. She nearly drops it when she hears him, whirls round to face him – leaning on the porch, black leather jacket, tight jeans, all cool, calm and collected. Distinctly cool, perhaps cold, it is worth noting.

“Sirius,” she says.

It annoys him that she still remembers not to call him Black.

“I need a word.”

She stares at him, as though weighing up whether she could get rid of him some way. But she knows she can’t, not with his wand pointed at her and the stubborn look on his face. She’s not stupid.

She steps aside and motions for him to enter, emerald eyes guarded and wary. He stands in the kitchen as she busies herself putting the food in the fridge, the cupboards, avoids looking at him or talking to him. Patience was never his forte.

“Evans,” he says.

She looks up, frazzled.

“I just started working on the general medical ward. I’ve been nursing someone in the isolation room with meningitis. If you want to speak to me, you’ll have to wait. I need to have a shower first.”

He can’t figure out if she’s telling the truth or avoiding him for a bit longer. He wants to ask her why she went shopping or put everything away, if she’s so concerned about contamination, but she’s already gone.

“Merlin, fuck,” he says to himself.

He finds a bottle of Irish whiskey, pours himself a generous tumbler, and sits himself down on the couch, takes in his surroundings. He’s surprised to see a photo of her friends – Lily with Dorcas, Marlene, Mary, Alice. He gets up and wanders around the tiny sitting room, picks up another photo from Hogwarts, this time Lily with the marauders. James has his arm around her in this one, has eyes only for her. He pulls her in closer, plants a sweet kiss on her temple. She looks up at him, enthralled.

Funny. Weird as fuck.

To hell with it. He opens the cabinets in the sitting room, pulls out a few old records, her Gryffindor scarf, her old potions books. A blanket he recalls her mother made her. Her graduation scrolls. An old cardboard box. Letters.

Interesting.

He’s not usually like this, but all’s fair in love and war (and this situation might tick both those boxes from his pov). He skims over them, speed reads them. The letters are sweet – loving nostalgic ones from Mr. & Mrs. Evans; snooty, irritating ones from Petunia (she cared about Lily though, you can read it in the way she rudely checks to see is the war still ongoing, pretending not to be bothered), a couple of adorable ones from Remus that make him feel all mushy, like the embarrassingly lovestruck fool that he is. Hilarious ones from Mary. He finds a pile from James, tied up in string. He has the decency not to read them. Why she keeps them is a mystery. At the bottom he finds a torn, crumpled letter. He removes the ridiculously basic disillusionment charm on it (it would work on muggles and clearly that’s all she’s worried about here).

Dearest James, Mo stoirín,

Nothing compares to the misery of leaving you this way, of knowing how devastated you were, of knowing I broke your heart, and not being able to explain myself. Sometimes when I can’t bear it any longer, I cast a muffliato here inside these four walls, and scream the reason out loud, until my voice is hoarse. I have never felt more lonely, more angry, more defeated, more powerless.

Sometimes I swear to myself I will leave this place and get back home, tell you everything. I see your reaction in my mind. Sometimes you forgive me, you understand why I did it. Sometimes you’re angry, can’t understand how you didn’t find a way to work around that magic. Sometimes I dream I tell you and you stop breathing, turn purple and fall breathless at my feet. You die, and I am powerless to help you. I wake up distraught. I promise you, I tried. I spent hours, days, years consumed with trying to think of ways to break it. I am not allowed to tell you, to tell your friends, anyone at all. I have come up with nothing. I hate myself for being so useless.

Some day, I want you to know. I want to die before you. People say that muggleborns and half-bloods don’t live as long as purebloods. I hope that’s true. I have syphoned off a memory. I could not show you now, but when I’m gone, I want you to take it to the old pensieve in Laurelmere, Monty’s family heirloom. I will leave it for you in my will. That, and your letters and our photographs. Then I’ll be able to rest in peace.

I have found some meaning in my life. I love my job. But this is not what I wanted, what I hoped for.

Yours till the very end,

Lily

He stares at this clue, vital. He has no idea what language no stoirin is in, but he could bet his fortune it means my love. Then he folds the letter carefully and places it in his pocket. He finds a fine crystal vial, enwrought with silver vine, filled with a cloudy suspension. He slips it inside his leather jacket. A flick of his wrist and the room is tidy as before.

The door opens.

She stands there, watching him, biting her lip. He notices the tension in her jaw, her shoulders, the gauntness of her cheeks. He walks over to her slowly, takes her hand in his.

“Come to our wedding,” he asks, quietly, squeezing her hand carefully between his own.

“You proposed?” she gasps, the first signs of gladness he has seen.

“He did,” he admits, sheepishly, feeling a warmth across his own cheeks.

She squeezes his hand back.

“Remus says if you aren’t there he will never be able to enjoy it,” he adds.

“How did you find me?”

“Detective work, Evans,” he smiles enigmatically.

She frowns.

“How?”

“Come and I’ll explain,” he says. “You don’t need to speak to Prongs, we’ll understand. Just one evening, for old time’s sake. You owe me this much.”

“You owe me too,” she replies, raised eyebrow.

“You saved me thrice. I saved you four times. Then the war ended and you didn’t get to pay me back. You owe me.”

She sighs. He hugs her then, a firm, warm hug, full of promise.

“Please,” he whispers into her hair. “You were one of my best friends too. And Moony’s. Don’t think we ever stopped thinking of you.”

He can feel her shoulders heave, a quiet, swallowed sob. When she lifts her head up, her eyes are red.

“I’ll be there,” she says.

TBC…

Bob’s your uncle * expression used immediately after a set of simple instructions and roughly means the same as 'and it's as simple as that!' In 1887, British Prime Minister Robert Gascoyne-Cecil appointed his nephew Arthur James Balfour as Minister for Ireland. The phrase 'Bob's your uncle' was coined when Arthur referred to the Prime Minister as 'Uncle Bob'. Apparently, it's very simple to become a minister when Bob's your uncle! Conservative PMs still at it today, except have moved on to handing more than £1 billion of contracts to companies run by Conservative “friends and donors” since the start of the coronavirus pandemic; and shorting the economy and whatnot… Bob is still very much your sugar daddy…

#Jily #jily fanfiction #Lily Evans #James Potter #jple #lejp but anyway #p.s. I still wait for you #angst #with a happy ending #??#jilychallenge #jilychallenge 2023 #better late than never!#I will post to ao3 #soon

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mesillusionssousecstasy · 6 months ago

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House of the Dragon 2x06: Review

I liked the lion reference regarding the Lannister.

Who are the one with the Sun greeting the Lannister?

Come on of course Daemon dare to face Aemond. How much of your self are you? Aemond is dangerous, but beyond that he is crazy.

Alicent (the actrice) is incredible in her role.

A pleasure to see Corlys as hand of the Queen.

Interesting that Darklyns and the Targaryen have some common blood. Aeriana was born a Targaryen princess (important fact) ?

Honestly at this point I'm fade up with Daemon and his dreams, and honestly his lack of action.

I like the come back of Viserys.

Alys is for Rhaenyra's side : "It's not a prize to be worn, but a burden to bear."

The owl is a foreshadowing! Can she wog inside it?

Alys is so cryptic.

So interesting to learn that they are singing to the dragons. Incredible Valyrian story. A way to wake them up. I want to learn more about it. Old Valyrian custom.

OMG Ser Steffon Darklyn! What a stupid waste and destiny. He was supposed to die in combat.

I love the whispering in the tavern.

At the beginning of the episode, I liked Mysaria a lot. And the end not so much.

Have you noticed that only three people remain on Aemond's council.

Larys talking to Aemond back fired on him haha.

Aegon is looking so much like his father.

Aemond is a sadistic.

Terrible, Aemond wants to ressemble so much to Daemon it made me sick. Now that he has black fire.

We have an introduction to Sheepstealer. May Rhaena be Needles? Foreshadowing with the dragons toys in her hands? I forgot that Rhaena is sister to the princes.

I love the cute little dragon living with the princes.

Both of them of Addam and Alyn are Coryls' bastards sons.

Visenya's braid is back.

Rhaenyra you need to wake up, you clearly need Daemon at your side, in your bed and as your husband.

Have you notice that the "wind blowing" like Alys predicted.

Well done Rhaenyra with the smallfolks and the help of Mysaria.

Grand Maester hasn't replied to Alicent.

She doesn't even know how Daeron is (or maybe he was made for the audience, non book reader of course).

At least Daeron is kind.

I liked the conversation between Alicent and Gwayne (the unspoken things).

The accessories made for the horse are incredible.

The power of the smallfolks is incredible.

Did you notice Helaena's foreshadowing death? Against the spike.

Is Rickard Thorne the last original white cloak?

In the end, it's such a sad story.

Did Larys confirme that someone killed Viserys slowly?

It's so well played of Larys.

Again Daemon and his dream. Enough. He is so useless.

OMG the scene we wanted to see in season one between Daemon and Viserys.

Again Daemon was sleeping on a weirdwood tree. (Aka Jamie in ASOIAF)

After Ser Simon's smile, I knew that Alys has killed Lord Grove's.

Also, he doesn't make sense that Seasmoke wants Addam so badly.

The details of the fourniture at Dragonstone is sick.

Some backstory about Mysaria and the scar, which means she is not the Red Lady.

Come on, the kiss between Rhaenyra and Mysaria was completely useless. Please do not bring your personal life in the show you are playing.

At least we got to see a bit more of Dragonstone.

ps: Daemon's book is so so much better!

#hotd #hotd 2x06 #hotd review #hotd reaction #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaena targaryen #daemon targeryan

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anonymouslylovesyou · 4 months ago

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Season 3 episode 3 @whoblewboobear

Ok last ep ended with Colin and Penelope kiss, this ep starts with Penelope and Colin in a garden? I think possibly a dream sequence

I almost think this is too fast paced but also Daphne and Simon where married 4 and a half episodes in

Oh they are fully making out now. OH COLINS DREAM I was right!

Gregory's arm broken causally

Colin is not being normal about his dream at all

Ah Eloise guiltand Colin is so fuciing bad at being chill, where is all that charm you allegedly learned

Queen: do you want me to execute that guy for you Lady Danbury

ELOISE VISITING LETS GO

Possibly as good at that visit could've gone actually

Colin forgot about lessons he wants to kiss here again so bad it makes him look stupid again

Cressida's mom is pushing Lord Debling

Alice's dress fucks severely

Oo Debling is getting along well with Penelope, he seems nice enough

Babes you have to drink this concoction like a shot, don't sip it

Why does Penelope have only one glove on

Colin you whore why are you staring at her mouth hmm

Cressida almost quit on this man I could see it in her eyes

Oo love Colin's fit here

If anything bad happens to Will and Alice I'm killing everyone here and then myself

Cressida lying off her ass about liking nature and Penelope trying her best to also participate in the conversation but that's going badly

Yikes this is actually embarrassing

Colin is jealous tho

One of Penelope's sisters the one more recently married accidentally causes a disaster

Colin running to save the balloon

ITS WAS ABOUT TO HIT PENELOPE

Debling covered her with his body and Colin and the other guys stopped the balloon

Cressida pretended to be injured to get Debling to pay attention to her

I love the music in this show it's so fun

I'm glad Eloise and Colin aren't fighting anymore

Will becomes a noble and yet where is Simon to visit him hmm? <- guy who misses Simon

This season was made for me bc Penelope, Eloise and Colin are both some of my favorite characters

Queens pick: I want like 8 kids

Francesca: I need to leave right now

Guy is hitting on Violet??

LADY DANBURYS BROTHER

Benedict was trying to hit an a widow

Oh no Will has been told no working for rich people

Oh "honest about your feelings" huh Colin?

PENELOPE SALVAGING THE LORD DEBLING THING WONDERFUL

Eloise babe Cressida doesn't get to wait and marry for love anymore she's not you

Colin trying so be chill and normal asking his mom about love

Oh he's just fucking going for it????

Ooo blocked by Debling, rip Colin

WHEEZE BABE ARE YOU FR USIJG YOUR GOSSIP PAPER TO TALK ABOUT THE GUY COURTING YOU??

I am very surprised to say it but rip Cressida

#boobear

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atomicstrawbrys · 4 years ago

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We Need to Talk

Summary: Alfred’s girlfriend isn’t usually one for cryptic messages. So, when he gets a text that they need to have a ‘talk,’ he can’t help but worry. USUK. //

Alfred, we need to talk.

That was the only text message that Alfred’s girlfriend, Alice, sent him. He gulped as he read it, running a hand through his hair as he wondered what it could mean. He didn’t think he’d done anything wrong recently, and besides, when he messed up Alice was usually a lot more open about it, and they talked it through. Cryptic messages definitely weren’t her style, but, hell, that just made Alfred more nervous.

Though they were in their college years now, Alfred had met Alice when they were thirteen. A new student from another country, well, Alice got all the attention, with her fancy accent and her prim and proper clothes and demeanor. Not all of it was good attention- she was teased mercilessly by some, but she gave as good as she got. And honestly, that was what had drawn Alfred to her. She was composed, sure, but there was a fire burning in those eyes that was more than ready to flare up against anyone that would do her harm. She was smart, sharp, and witty, but also gentle and kind, and on her birthday, she brought in cupcakes she’d made herself. And god, they were delicious.

Alfred’s quiet admiration had turned into a soft infatuation once they got into high school. Everything Alice did was amazing, and he didn’t care what anyone else thought. People whispered when she switched out tartan dresses and white blouses for baggy jeans and hoodies, and they stared when she came into school with her hair cut to the base of her neck rather than in a long, flowing ponytail or braid. But to be honest, Alfred didn’t give an ounce of care to what she looked like- she was always gorgeous, as long as her eyes remained a sharp, refreshing lime green, as long as she snorted when she laughed, and as long as her blush brought out her face full of freckles.

Alfred went to prom with her in junior year. He’d planned out a big love confession, with roses and sparklers and confetti and anything his Hollywood-saturated brain could think of. But, one day Alice simply turned to him, looked him over, and said “Hey, do you want to go to prom with me?” and Alfred had melted.

Now, years later, they were still going steady. They’d dated leading up to and after junior prom, and they stayed together throughout high school and their freshman year of college. Every day spent with Alice was like being in Eden- everything she said and did commanded his attention, and as far as Alfred was concerned, she had hung the sun and the moon and all the stars in the sky.

And, evidently, she wanted to have a talk. Nervously, he tacked his message out on his phone’s keyboard. He sent it, adding a little smiley face to try and diffuse the tension he felt through the screen.

Sure thing, baby! :) Is everything okay?

He got a response right away.

That will depend on you. I’ll be at your apartment tonight.

Mysteries, mysteries...whatever this was, Alice wasn’t ready to divulge it just yet. Alfred’s stomach was doing flips, and it was hard not to think of the worst possible outcome. Alice wasn’t going to break up with him...right? Of course, he wouldn’t stop her, he’d never do anything to hurt her, but...he thought they were happy. She told him she loved him every day, they laughed and joked around and could sit comfortably in perfect silence for hours- not that that happened often, since Alfred was by his own admission a chatterbox. Still, she loved listening to him, and would actually pay attention and ask questions when he launched into his long and aimless tangents about everything that happened in his day. Had he been annoying her? This whole time? She’d have said something, wouldn’t she?

Alfred spent the afternoon as a bundle of nerves, the only thing on his mind being the ominous message sitting in his pocket. He felt as if he were falling, whilst simultaneously being crushed by stones. He was distracted in his classes, and though he was usually a dutiful note-taker, (Alice wasn’t the only one with good grades), he found himself staring blankly at his professors and not absorbing a word they said. This would give him a hell of a time doing the chapter quizzes later in the week, but today, the only thing that mattered was figuring things out with his girlfriend.

When he got to his apartment, Alice was waiting outside. She was so beautiful, just like always- short, cropped hair, flattened chest covered by a green sweater, brown slacks and matching penny loafers...she looked up at him, and Alfred could tell she’d been crying, the telltale red rings around her eyes being the only indication he needed. “Oh, baby…” He murmured, face crumpling as he approached her. “Whatever happened, I am so sorry, okay? Did something happen? Is it my fault?” Alice cleared her throat and gestured towards the door. “Alfred- I’d rather speak about this inside.” “Oh! Oh, right, of course, sorry,” Alfred fished his house key out of his jacket pocket, fumbling with it and unlocking his door after a couple tries. He placed a hand on Alice’s back, gently guiding her in. “Do you want tea?” He looked to her, eyes big and pleading for some kind of reassurance that things were okay. He didn’t get it, though. Alice’s face didn’t betray anything about why she’d come, and other than shaking her head to refuse the tea, it didn’t change. “Alfred,” She began, slowly. “I love you so, so much.” She took his hand, gaze cast down as she blinked quickly. “I hope I’ve made that quite clear over the years we’ve seen each other.” Alfred just nodded and squeezed her hand. He could be unobservant, but even he could tell that the air was heavy, and it was Alice’s time to speak. “What I need to tell you- it’s scary, because I’m afraid I may lose you if I say it, and I don’t ever want to lose you. But I need to make myself happy too, you know?” She looked up at him, sniffing and shaking her head, her bangs falling over her eyes. “You’re a wonderful man. And...I should have told you sooner, probably, but I just kept thinking you’d just get it eventually- I realize that was naive of me, ha, you’re not stupid in the slightest but you are dense, my Love.” She let out a hoarse chuckle, one that made Alfred nervous. It was the sad sort of laugh- one someone might do when they were getting ready to say goodbye. “Alice..” He started, but she cut him off. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and although she was nervous when she spoke, her voice didn’t tremble. “No, Alfred. My name is Arthur.”

Oh. Oh.

And suddenly, it clicked. Little things that really should have tipped him off, but didn’t because Arthur was right, he was dense, denser than lead- he should have noticed the day he’d seen Arthur in his binder, but god, he’d thought it was a compression tank for sports. He should have noticed when their teachers referred to Arthur as ‘he,’ and he never corrected them. He should have noticed it when Arthur absolutely beamed the day a stranger referred to him as ‘young man.’ And then, as Alfred floated back to the present, he realized Arthur was still talking.

“-And I know, Al, that you’ll always respect who I am, but I also realize that you’re attracted to women and I’m, well, not one. While I love you to death and I want to stay together more than anything, I realize that you might not be able to reciprocate that and I want you to know that I’m not going to be upset at you if you choose to break up with me-” He was talking a mile a minute, nervous and wringing his hands in the absolutely adorable way he always did when he was unsure of something but wanted it badly.

Laughing, Alfred scooped up his boyfriend, swinging him around like a doll. “Break up with you? Baby, I thought you were gonna break up with me!” He pressed a wet kiss to Arthur’s cheek, and hugged him close, nosing against his hair.

“So...we are staying together?” Arthur replied, arching his brow with a small, hopeful smile gracing his lips. Alfred kissed him, chuckling. “‘Course we are. Artie, you should know by now that I’m gonna love you no matter who you are.” Then, Alfred’s grin turned bashful, and he set Arthur down so he could rub the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, though, for not pickin’ up on it before.”

Arthur laughed as well, and gave a cute little snort, shaking his head. “I’ve been dating you long enough to know that subtlety isn’t always your strong suit. I’m not that surprised, to be honest.” He held out his arms, a silent request for Alfred to pick him up again. Alfred obliged.

Arthur nuzzled against his neck, and gently kissed the skin under his jaw. “I am pleased, though, that you’ve handled it well. You seem happy, at least.” “Of course I’m happy,” Alfred replied, turning his head to kiss Arthur’s brow. “I just found out that I’m dating the cutest guy in the whole world.”

#usuk #ukus #hetalia #aph #hws #APH England #APH America #hws england #hws america #arthur kirkland #alfred f. jones #alfred f jones #alfred's got a good heart he's just a lil dumb #please reblog!!#so more people can see

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readinginthereadyroom · 4 years ago

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it’s the two live crew job (lev 2x07) and sophie devereaux is dead.

or, well, katherine clive is dead. kat, if you will.

interesting, that it’s the same name sophie used with her professor boyfriend. or close enough. katherine with a k vs catherine with a c. interesting, because it’s not sophie. and that’s the name nate, her crew, and even starke use for her.

personally, I suspect that they are different personas. she says as much later. “no, they're not just names, not to me. all my aliases, every one of them, I — I know when their parents died. I know when they had their first kiss.” katherine and catherine are different people. sophie is a different person. but they are all her. or she’s them.

except for the fact they are also not. because sophie’s s2 arc has been a journey of self-discovery. it’s starts with the second david (lev 1x13) and the breakup of the team. the two are not directly correlated. she didn’t tell nate that she had the second david from a previous job. yes, it would’ve made the current job easier, but it wasn’t essential. and it’s not like anyone else had previously offered up past trophies.

but the job goes south. their headquarters blow up. and they go their separate ways. nate feels betrayed, but nate also feels like sophie owes him something. that she should be the woman he wants and not the woman she is. he thinks that, now that she works for him—now that she’s a good guy (gender neutral)—that she shouldn’t behave like a thief.

even though they still are thieves.

and while they are all apart she meets professor boyfriend. nate let her down with his drinking and his jealousy and his need for control. so even though she’s moving on, she’s realizing that she wants more out of her life. she wants to be seen. mortifying ordeal that it is.

mentoring winmark in the fairy godparents job (lev 2x04) helps. reminds her that beneath the mask of each of her personas is a kernel of truth. that she can be a grifter and a thief and still be herself. whatever name that self has.

so she decides to bury sophie devereaux in katherine clive’s grave. she changes the names on the gravestone. carves her resolution to excavate herself from the weight of her many aliases in literal stone. but not just any alias. sophie devereaux. her favorite.

and nate doesn’t quite get it. he thinks it’s just a name. thinks if she just offers up her real name then he’ll know the real capital T truth of her. that’s why he steps so far into her space. leans in to kiss her.

just when I think nate’s making progress, he does something stupid and I dislike him all over again. what a dick move. he told her he would give her latitude. give her time and space to find what she’s looking for—and then misses the point completely. deciding to let sophie deveraux go. let her alias rest with all the others. is not the end of her search. it’s just the beginning.

because now she needs to figure out who she is without sophie. or how sophie and katherine and catherine and alice and karen and elizabeth all fit in to who she is now. who she is with the real name we still don’t know. just her.

and nate has the gall to ask how long that will take. I think a part of him still believes she’ll change—is changing—for him. he should know by now that she isn’t. I thought he did know but apparently I was wrong. nate is all platitudes and no substance.

he’s still on his own journey. still has his own issues with control to work on. he needs to let sophie go. the sophie she has been, the sophie he thinks she should be, and the “sophie” she’ll be when he knows her real name.

because she doesn’t kiss him. she’s tempted—she wants so badly to be seen and loved. but she also knows that nate isn’t the right choice for that. not now, maybe not ever.

and I won’t lie, I really hope it’s never. because I think they work better as friends. even best friends. or partners in good crime.

but not as romantic lovers. that’s not a healthy place for their journeys to lead.

#I was yelling at my tv when it looked like they were gonna kiss #not in a good way #in a don’t do it sophie way #and then I audibly sighed in relief when she didn’t #I hate them as a ship #they have zero chemistry #and I am having a very hard time liking nate even the littlest bit #leverage #sophie devereaux #nate ford #lev 1x13 #lev 2x04 #lev 2x07

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mrsyrobot · 4 years ago

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Suicidal!reader x D: BH

Please don't read if you're going to be uncomfortable <3

this is my first post so i'm a little excited sorry !

Captain Allen

He constantly tried to understand you in your marriage

He would always write messages even if he did not see you due to his hard work.

"Y/N did you sleep honey ?"

"I'm busy now, but I promise I'll come home tomorrow"

"Do not forget to eat and cold air don't go outside okay?"

Y/n: " You said you would come tonight?"

"I'm sorry you don't need to be afraid I'll come"

(Offline)

When he came you would probably be asleep, the room would kiss you on the forehead and lay next to

Always made you tell that everything's fine and there's nothing to worry about

The first time you attempted suicide came and took the shard of glass in your hand and started yelling at you

Are you stupid What are you doing ?!

then he had hours of talk with you

Sorry y / n I didn't want to shout. I just got scared when I saw you like that. Look, listen...

Cannor

Your cute boyfriend would always understand the change in your mood

"Are you okey my love ?"

He would ask you what was wrong

"Nothing Cannor why I'm so good? "you are really a very bad liar so he will look at you hard and ask roughly (you don't want to see this side of him)

Hold your arm immediately "tell me what's wrong"

"Y / N: Cannor is just that everything in my life feels like a burden to me ... sorry to say that"

Then his gaze will be like a puppy look and he will hug you

He would always call when you were far from each other

"Y / N I love you, you know right? "

"I love you too, Cannor, but you said that about five minutes ago,"the laughter he made him smile

It will make you happy with funny jokes that it browses on the internet so your anxiety will be gone in a short time

Markus

Lucky to be able to talk to you comfortably

When he realizes that you look uncomfortable he will grab your shoulder and ask what's wrong

He left you alone until I explained what your problem was because he didn't want to force you

"Y/N You know you can always tell me"

But you got worse every day and you stopped leaving your room. Buddha caught the attention of Markus and made his breakfast and brought it to your room.

"Markus, I feel so useless and worthless" you started crying on the bed as the LED turns red

"Don't say things like that" pulled you and caress your hair

North , Simon and he kept trying to make you feel cheerful

Kara

Alice screamed when she saw you with a knife in her hand

Kara ran and took the knife from his hand and hugged you with worry

"How can you think about it dear"

"I'm so sorry Kara"

"I know after your mother died ... you feel bad but don't forget that we love you too"

Stayed with you after that incident

having a slumber party all the time

While you are making Alice's birthday cake, she always makes you laugh by smearing flour on your face.

"You are so sweet"

You took forest walks together and treated injured animals to make you feel worth living.

"Trust me your mother is happy where she is right now"

RK900

You can't escape your cold boyfriend's rough and hard look he immediately understood and he coolly looked at you

"Tell me right now "

Employees at work were bullying you because you were new

You tried to pass the nines

"N-nothing I-I'm fine"

"My scan results don't show that way your stress level is too high and you're upset"

as you kept silent he approached you and threw his hair back behind his ear

"is it really like that who bothered you?"

He got so mad when you finally told the truth and you were surprised because the RK900 would never be angry he was always calm..

RK900 really had a good time with those who bothered you :)

He made an appointment directly to the therapist in the face of suicidal thoughts

Gavin Reed

Even if he's angry he asks you and listens earnestly

Even though he looks very careless from the outside, he is constantly watching you and haunting those who treat you badly.

when he sees you cry, he puts his hand on his back

"Hey,hey are you mad at me?"

Seeing your crying attacks, he doesn't know what to do, he gets very nervous

"Please talk to me..."

He can't stand the fact that you stare at him blankly and always in a terrible mood let him see him cry once in secret.

When you see him like that, you know you're upsetting him and you come to yourself

Omg I guess that's enough please follow me <33

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intothewickedwood · 3 years ago

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 6x12 Murder Most Foul

Oh! This is a Charming centric, I think? Awesome!

Aww! Baby David and James!!

So James was named before he was adopted. Interesting that George and his wife chose to keep that name.

I wonder which twin is older. I think I’ve said this before. I hc that David is younger by a few minutes.

Omg Ruth pointed a knife at Rumple for trying to take one of her sons. 

That really must be an impossible decision. 

Rumple gave him the coin! 

I forgot they went by heads or tails. I thought David was just Ruth’s favourite.

Uggggh! That’s so horrible! It hurts!

Creepy ghost is creepy!

Archie! I miss seeing Archie more. I wonder if he has any trauma from when Killian kidnapped him. And now he’s his therapist!

Snowing miss each other so much!

David is going through the motions today! 

Neighbouring king? I always thought Ruth and David lived in King George’s kingdom. Do you think that if King George knew about David as well, he would have adopted him too, by force if he had to, in order to keep the secret? I think he would have. If someone saw another boy looking exactly like the prince, then they may have said something. Though, would it have to be a secret? Were they allowed to have adopted heirs in their realm? I mean, Regina would have made Henry heir to her throne and then she is not Queen due to line of succession even though she was born a princess. Couldn’t King George change the law if he wanted? It may have been an issue if the secret was the reason he wanted to kill David’s father. Oh, in England it’s been illegal for centuries apparently. That is beyond stupid! What are you gonna do if the next in line to the throne is asexual or gay and wants to adopt or just wants to only adopt? Not that I’m a fan of the concept of royalty in the real world but that’s straight up discrimination! Laws may be different in the EF though. I just can’t remember why George wanted to kill David’s dad. 

Awww look at little David!!

Omg he’s adorable!!

David, honey, you need to get some sleep. I know you miss Snow, but you probably haven’t slept in ages! 

Maybe David is seeing things that aren’t there. I always start seeing things that aren’t there when I haven’t slept, especially spiders. I f***ing hate spiders. 

Talking to a dead significant other’s alternative self must be so weird. Are they trying to court over stories of the original Robin? *whispers* That’s kinda weird.

Zelena, what the hell? That’s not even his child. Calm down, girl. 

I mean, I guess she is biologically his child. When an identical twin is an uncle, do they have dna matches as if they were the biological father also? I’ve probably asked this before. And then when it comes to alternate versions of the same person, don’t they share 100 per cent the same DNA? So biologically Robin Jr. may be Wish Robin’s child. The same goes for Original Hook and Alice and Wish Hook and Hope, I suppose. I wonder if the Hooks would act like uncles to the kids that aren’t technically theirs. 

Zelena, that was so random.

That’s not even the Nottingham you know, Robin! 

Was this what original Robin meant about having a dark past, or something. Was he like this before?

I wanna see Emma and Henry’s canoeing trip!! If there are any edits of this, please point me to them! 

Wait, there’s another curse Emma wants to break? I can’t remember there being one. What happened this time? Oh! Her parents’ sleeping curse! I thought there was another dark curse I’d missed. That could have very well been the case.

“I’d do anything to see my boy and tell him I’m sorry.” You can see Rumple felt that because it’s exactly what he wants to do. He doesn’t even need a hair from his head, he’s just trying to keep his image up. Really he’s helping him for free because he knows what that pain is like. Yep, he threw it away!

Rumple: “Someday, may we all be reunited with our sons.”

You go canoeing Emma! You guys have fun!

Why didn’t Regina give those hearts back once she decided to turn over a new leaf? I know she said she took so many she lost track but if everyone who’s heart was taken came forward, they might be able to figure it out through trial and error.

She really was hoping to get with this Robin so that they could be part of each other's fresh starts. But wouldn’t that feel like a betrayal to the other Robin? It’s kinda like replacing him with a copy. 

Oh snap! They kissed! Regina, don’t do this, girl. It’s too weird.

He’s stolen something, hasn’t he.

Pleasure island makes me feel so uneasy. I used to be terrified of Disney’s Pinocchio. Pleasure island is just creepy in that movie.

I hate the fact that they put Pinocchio in the flashback of this episode so much. If we’re to assume this puppet is physically 6 or 7 then he’s probably older than David! He must have remained physically a 6 or 7 year old puppet for at least 20 years. I liked him being closer to Emma’s age. Why did they retcon this? And this Pinocchio has so much more attitude than the young Pinocchio we’ve seen in previous episodes.

I love James’ Prince outfit! It’s so cool! Omg! I’ve just realised it’s the same outfit the prince wears in the Snow White Disney movie!! How have I not realised this before?!

James doesn’t want to kill things! George completely manipulated him. He had a good heart and why would George do this to his frightened son?? And he’s only 6! So cruel!

Nope. That doesn’t make sense. No way August took the pages about Pinocchio out of the book. Henry had already read the whole book by then. The whole idea was that August added the story of Pinocchio to help Emma figure things out or something. Henry said the Pinocchio story wasn’t there before when he got his book back. 

David, no!

I feel so sad for James. He’s just a kid. Leave him alone! Let him run through the forest and sing to birds, as Disney princes should. George basically got James killed. Just be a decent father, George and don’t be so cruel to your own freaking son. Jeez! I bet he was a horrible, controlling husband too. He is so controlling! 

Random thought but I kinda ship James with Zelena. They both had terrible fathers. Zelena had two! I wonder if she ever met her other dad. Would she have pulled a Tom Riddle and killed him? 

David’s dad stood his ground. He was told of James’ father’s abuse and tried to protect James, even knowing he would pay dearly. And then afterwards no one was left to protect James. Maybe his mother did before she died and maybe that’s when George began trying to force him to become a knight. I like to think his mother was loving to him until she died when he was young like Zelena’s was. They got a taste of unconditional love in their early years and then it was torn away from them and replaced with control and/or contempt.

This guy has just told James he is his biological father, George acknowledges this and then tells them to kill him in front of Janes?! How freaking heartless!

Look how angry David was when he thought he’d found the man who killed his father. Then when he realises it was Killian he’s like “it’s all cool bruh. We chilling at Granny’s tonight?” Let. The. Charmings. Express. Their. Anger. And. Pain. It’s like Regina and Killian are Gods to them who can do know wrong, require instant forgiveness and nothing must be spoken against them. As for other villains, good freaking luck! And if your one of the Charmings or considered a hero from the start, if you so much as look at someone the wrong way you are the worst most evil villain in existence. Like Eva. Due to her deeds, which I agree weren’t nice, Regina considered her the villain as compared to freaking Cora. What??! She was the bully in that situation, yes, but how can you compare her misdeeds to Cora’s?!

David, bby!! I’m sorry! I love you! 

Oh Lord, I’m crying!

I want to hug David so badly!

David says he doesn’t know if he has a way to repay Killian, Killian says he may have an idea and then asks for David’s blessing. Like, “Yeah you can repay me! Repay me with your daughter’s hand in marriage, suckkker!!”

Hey! I’ve kissed many photographs of my dog! And if you believe hard enough, they will walk through the photo into your living room and frighten the sh*t out of you!

Called it! He did steal something.

Interesting choice for August to give Killian the pages with him killing David’s dad. He should have given them straight to David. Maybe that’s what Wish Pinocchio meant when he said that Emma put her faith in him and that he hopes she never does that again. I love August but maybe Blue imbued him with some of her shadiness when she turned him into a real boy.

And Killian was naughty to look at those pages. Or maybe that moment wasn’t part of those pages. Maybe Killian just recognise the face of the man he ruthlessly killed!

The thing is, why would Killian care if he saw him kill the King’s men? He’s spent years rebelling against royalty. I’m sure he’s known by now. 

Killian must be taking one of his trips from Neverland ordered by Pan at this point.

The heartlessness! He hears the man has a family and a child, he believed him and then kills him horribly afterwards. This has got to be one of the evilest things Killian ever did. And it’s Emma’s grandfather!!

Even one of his crewmates is look looking at him like “Wtf.” It makes me so angry. Don’t get me wrong, I actually think it was a great twist, but I hate how it was handled. I hate that David, who was so hurt by this didn’t get to express his anger at Killian towards him or at all. That’s just not realistic. I guess he was following how Snow forgave Regina for killing her father. But even that took many years, not freaking minutes!

At least tell Emma.

Is that ring getting smaller the more I look at it or am I high on my meds? 

#ouat #once upon a time #ouat 6x12 #6x12 murder most foul #david nolan #prince charming #august booth #august w. booth #pinocchio #prince james #ouat s6 #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

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universe-n-3276 · 4 years ago

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Carrying the Moon

Chapter 19

Robbe was pissed. Rationally, he knew, Sander couldn't take him aside to explain what he and Charlotte had talked about. It would have been rude, although it was also rude to break into someone else's house, without giving all the tenants an explanation. Robbe had disappeared earlier with Hero, leaving no room or time for Charlotte to explain herself, but that situation was making him feel uncomfortable, and he needed to get out. When he put Hero to bed, he went back to the living room, and the twins seemed to have cleared things up. They were both in a good mood, laughing and joking as if nothing had happened.

Sander would always forgive Charlotte right away, and Robbe couldn't stand it. He thought that the girl would always give for granted their relationship, because, sooner or later, despite everything, he would come back to her. Robbe had seen Sander struggle for two years. He had seen his thoughts keep him awake at night and make him sick to his stomach. He stayed awake with him and cuddled him, made him some herbal teas, kept him warm in his arms, but nothing had been as effective as those twenty minutes spent with Charlotte. Sander wasn't rational when it came to her, and Robbe knew it too well.

Robbe stared at the slice of pizza on his plate, he had barely eaten. His hunger had vanished as soon as he crossed the threshold and saw Charlotte, but he tried to eat something, while the twins chatted about this and that, without paying any attention to him.

“Lucas and Jens got engaged today!” “Really?” “Yes, we were helping them to move out and suddenly Jens got on his knee.” “Move out?”

Despite everything, Charlotte was much less dramatic than she was two years ago. Her reactions were more composed. It had been odd not to see her slam her hands on the table, as soon as she discovered that her best friend was engaged. She hadn't screamed or raised her voice. The girl simply smiled and resumed drinking her diet coke.

“They live in this building now.” “I'm gonna congratulate them.” “You should go with her, Sander.”

It was one of the few things Robbe had said during that evening, and it sounded more like an order than an invitation. Sander paid attention to the tone in his fiancee’s voice, and he frowned, trying to understand what was happening, but Robbe's flat expression prevented him from reading him as easily as usual. He could imagine it was about Charlotte, so he didn't investigate any further. Sander looked at his sister, while a thousand questions began to crowd his head.

“Yeah, alright. Let's go.”

Charlotte had called Alice to warn her that she was in town, and she had insisted that her daughter join her in her new home to spend the night there. The girl had gladly accepted, first of all, because despite breaking into their house, she didn't want to disturb Sander and Robbe, and then she wanted to give them some privacy. She knew they needed to talk and that they were both probably waiting to be left alone to do so. So, when the girl took her things and said goodbye to her brother, Sander closed the door and went immediately to his room. Ever since Robbe had told him to go with his sister to Jens and Lucas' house, he had felt anxious. He hated arguing with Robbe, but most of all, he hated not being able to fix things right away. He needed to know what was going through his fiancee’s mind. What was hurting him. Sander found the other already in bed, and when he sat down, Robbe didn’t even look up from the laptop he had on his legs. Sander sighed, placing his head on Robbe’s shoulder.

“Talk to me, please.”

The boy closed his laptop a little too hard, but he settled down to let Sander snuggle up, and he did it immediately, of course. He took the other's hand in his own, starting to draw small circles on the back of it with his thumb.

“You can't think straight because you missed her too much.” “Meaning?” “I'm not comfortable when she's around our baby. We don't know what she wants, and you just let her in once again, as nothing happened.”

Sander wrapped his arms around Robbe's waist and gave him a feather-light kiss on his neck in an attempt to relax him. All the feelings his fiancee was having were valid and justified. It was true, that he had let Charlotte come back into their lives too easily, but she was his sister and he couldn't help but trust her. Still, he was happy to have Robbe watching his back. He felt protected.

“I understand you’re still scared, but my sister promised, she won’t do anything to hurt us.” “We can't trust her. Charlotte had always been impulsive, and she had been away for two years. You don't know her anymore.” “What do you want me to do?”

Robbe closed his eyes, sighing in frustration, and brought his hands to his temples, starting to massage them. Within a week away from their marriage, they should both have been stupidly happy. They should be focusing on their relationship. Instead, they always found themselves thinking about the same thing.

“I just wanna sign that stupid adoption papers.” “I know, but we still need to wait for you to turn 25.” “Then you should do it first. You’ll be 25 in a month.” “Robbe...” “I can't risk it. I won’t lose my son because of this.” “It won’t happen, okay? But I'll do whatever makes you happy.”

Sander sat up and hugged Robbe, pulling him close. He knew the other was feeling vulnerable at that moment, and he needed to be comforted. He put his fingers in his hair and kissed his forehead, while Robbe slipped his hands under Sander’s sweatshirt to touch his bare skin. When Robbe was feeling fragile, he always sought physical contact and Sander was glad to please him.

“I’ve never thought about us as his uncles until I saw her tonight. The truth hit me so hard I wanted to cry.”

Hearing Robbe's pain come to life in the form of those words, hurt him, because he realized that there was something deeper, than the fear that Hero would be taken away from them. Robbe's pain was linked something real, that unfortunately, couldn’t be changed, even if they wanted to, and probably one day, they would have faced it with their child, but, he was sure, they would find a way to make it as painless as possible for everyone, loving Hero as if it had been genetically their son.

“We’re his papa and his dad. Jens and Lucas are his uncles. He’s our son, we’ll legally adopt him soon. He’ll grow up so happy with us, and at some point, he’s gonna get a brother or a sister, with your doe eyes, your dimples, and your curls.”

Finally, a small smile appeared on Robbe's lips, after hearing those words. He lifted his face and looked at Sander dreamily, imagining their future together. There was still time, and it would be years before all those dreams would come true, but they both couldn't wait to live them.

“Hero is always gonna be my favorite, and I’m gonna die if he’ll look like you at 16. I won’t ever be able to say him no.”

Sander shook his head, laughing, and pressed his lips to his fiancee’s. In his heart, he hoped that Hero would take Robbe's calm and responsible personality because otherwise, they would have had a hard time dealing with the most spoiled teenager in the world.

“We're naming the next one Bowie.” “Sander, no.”

Robbe loved Sander more than anything, and overall, he couldn’t resist his puppy eyes. So when his fiancee asked him to let Charlotte and Hero get to know each other, he had no choice but agree. In general, things hadn't gone badly. Robbe hadn't taken his eyes off the two for a second, expecting to see who knows what atavistic bond, but nothing strange had happened. Hero had behaved as usual. He was shy at first but then he offered the girl his toys. He wasn't as obsessed with her as he was with Jens and Lucas. Whenever the two had joined him and Charlotte, Hero had devoted most of his attention to them. Thus, Robbe should have been calmer. Instead, he was sitting there, pretending to read a book, while keeping an eye on the girl and the baby. He felt stupid to feel all that jealousy, but he just couldn't help it. When he saw the girl, take Hero in her arms and make him sit on her lap, he could no longer contain himself.

“Can you stop treating him like a doll? He doesn't know you. And you don't know if he's uncomfortable being held by you like that.” “I guess he would be crying if he was uncomfortable.” “You can't just assume things.”

Charlotte let go of Hero and looked Robbe straight in the eye. She had a surprised expression on her face, that became regretful after a while. The girl sighed, biting her lip, remaining silent for a few seconds, probably looking for the right words to use in that delicate moment.

“Robbe, look, I'm not trying to do anything here. I know he's your son. I'm just trying to get to know him. He's my twin brother's son too.” “Your twin brother is about to become my husband in three days.” “What does it mean now?”

The girl raised her eyebrows, completely blown away by Robbe's response, who by now, due to the anger and frustration accumulated in the previous days, had lost all restraints. At that moment, for him, it was about Hero as well as Sander.

“You always did that, Charlotte. You claim people as your proprieties. Sander and Lucas are not 17 anymore. They are men, and they can’t run to the rescue every time you want.”

Robbe immediately regretted his words. He had probably been too harsh, even though that was exactly what he had wanted to say for years. It was the truth. Things had always been that way. Whenever Charlotte behaved irresponsibly, there was always someone ready to get her out of trouble. The last time was when she left Hero and disappeared for two years.

“I don't need to be rescued.” She said it in a barely audible voice, lowering her gaze. She stayed still for a few moments, but when she suddenly regained control of herself, that flame of pride, that was typical of Charlotte, shone in her eyes again. "Why are you attacking me like this? Tell me what’s wrong, so we can talk like adults.”

Robbe had never been so happy that Hero didn't fully understand what they were talking about, but even though neither of them raised their voices, the child sensed that something was wrong, because he kept shifting his gaze from his dad to Charlotte.

“You came back with no explanation after two years! How am I supposed to trust you, if I don’t know your plan?” “I don't have a plan. I don't even know how am I adjusting to this situation. It's weird to me as much as it is to you.” “It is very weird to me. It's making me question my role in his life.”

That sentence had come out of his mouth almost like a confession, and realizing it, the boy sighed, burying his face in his hands. He didn't like feeling that way, insecure, nervous, and fragile. He had stopped feeling like that for some time now. Robbe had left that part of himself to his adolescence, to a dark period that he would have liked to forget, but instead, it always resurfaced somehow. Charlotte rose to her feet and went to sit on the sofa next to Robbe, placing her hand on his knee and squeezing it as encouragement.

“You are his dad. That’s not in question, Robbe. It will never change. I made a choice two years ago, and I'm not regretting it. I'm happy you and Sander are his fathers. I know he has a loving family, and he's going to be safe for the rest of his life.”

Charlotte smiled softly. She had watery eyes, like Robbe, who nodded, taking the girl's hand in his own. Maybe he shouldn't have been so childish with her because, after all, he would have been eternally grateful to Charlotte and her impulsiveness. Thanks to her he had the best gift that life had given him. Hero suddenly walked over to them and pointed to Robbe with his index finger, looking the girl in the eye.

“Dad.” “Yes, baby! He's your dad! Next time you're in doubt, Robbe, remember to ask this little bean here first. After all, his opinion is the only one that matters.”

Robbe had been waiting for that day for years, yet at that moment, alone, in his bed, he couldn’t help but be nervous. It was the night before the wedding, and he and Sander had decided by mutual agreement to spend apart the few hours that separated them from the big day. When they had said goodbye, and Sander had left the house to go to sleep upstairs, at Lucas and Jens’, Robbe had instantly regretted that decision. The house was strangely quiet. Hero was already sleeping in his room, and Robbe didn't know what to do. Everything was ready for the small ceremony: his black suit was ironed and hung in the closet, together with his tie and shirt. He had already showered, but he felt too restless to watch a movie or read anything. He decided to make himself a relaxing herbal tea and crawl into bed, hoping to get some sleep, but the truth was that sleeping without Sander's body pressed against his was not easy at all. He changed his position for the hundredth time and snorted, pondering whether he should move to the sofa to watch some boring television program, when the bedroom door opened, revealing Sander’s figure, smiling mischievously.

“What are you doing here? You were supposed to sleep upstairs!” “I'm not superstitious, and besides, I miss you.” “We saw each other two hours ago.”

Sander closed the door behind him, turned on the little lamp on the bedside table, and slipped under the covers, pulling Robbe closer, to hold him against his body. He kissed him softly and then, just before answering, he pouted adorably.

“I know, but I'm too happy about tomorrow and I needed to share my excitement with you.” “You're cute.”

Robbe cupped Sander’s face with both of his hands, to look him in the eye. In just a few hours, he would become a husband for that man in front of him, and he couldn’t believe his luck. That smart, caring, talented, sweet, loud, soft, handsome man. His best friend. The love of his life. The father of his son. His soulmate. They had grown up together, hand in hand, and in a few hours, they would have sworn eternal love in front of everyone.

“You okay, angel?”

Sander smiled slightly, pushing away the hair from the other’s forehead, holding his gaze, until Robbe nodded, pressing theirs together. He reached out to turn off the light on the nightstand and straddled Sander, pulling off his shirt. He left a trail of wet kisses on his chest, going up towards the neck, while the other sighed heavily, bending his head to leave Robbe room. Sander slipped both hands under the elastic of his fiancee's boxers and squeezed his butt, pushing his hips upwards at the same time, in search of some friction. Robbe let out a moan and pressed the last kiss on the soft spot behind Sander's ear.

“I want you.”

Robbe woke up shivering, feeling the cold air hit his bare skin. Still, with her eyes closed, he reached out for Sander's warm body, whimpering when he felt the other side bed empty. He slowly opened his eyes to find Sander sitting on the edge of the bed, putting on the sweatpants that had been hurriedly thrown on the floor the night before, along with the rest of their clothes.

“Where are you going?”

Sander turned his face and looked over his shoulder, giving Robbe a bright smile.

“Sorry I didn’t mention earlier, but I have to get married in a few hours.” “Too bad. I hope he's handsome.” “Yeah, he is. He has the prettiest doe eyes and the cutest dimples.”

Robbe smiled, slipping almost completely under the covers, too cold to try to be the least bit sexy. He let out from his warm shelter only his head, and his fiancee reached out to caress her hair.

“Tell me again why we decided to go there separately.” “I promise it's gonna be worth it, Robbe.” “Yeah, you told the same thing about sleeping apart the night before the wedding.”

Sander laughed and leaned towards his fiancee to kiss his lips one last time. He was thrilled at the thought that the next time he saw Robbe, he would become his husband. But leaving that bed was being a torture. He kissed Robbe’s lips again, then the tip of his nose, cheek, and forehead. He stood up and felt butterflies in his belly, looking at the beautiful man in front of him.

“Can't wait to see you there. I love you.” “I love you too.”

Jens watched his best friend get up from the couch for the tenth time in less than five minutes, fixing the knot of his tie, which was already perfect. He stood up too and walked over to Robbe, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down a bit. The dressing room was quiet and the tension could be cut with a knife.

“How are you?”

He asked looking at Robbe through the mirror. They had never been so stylish, both wearing tight black suits. Their hair was strangely in order, especially Robbe’s, who had been resisting for hours the urge to stick his fingers inside it, as he did whenever he was nervous. As soon as Sander was gone, he felt his anxiety building up. Luckily he'd had to take care of Hero, otherwise, he would surely have a panic attack. When Alice had come to take the child, Jens had immediately joined him.

“I’m on the verge of crying since I showered this morning. I’ve never been this emotional in my entire life.”

Jens smiled, trying to imagine how he would feel on his wedding day. Since he had proposed to Lucas a week ago, they had started talking about it all the time and he was tempted to drag his fiancee somewhere to get married in secret, but that morning, that thought had become terribly irresistible.

“I'm happy to be here by your side right now. I'm thinking about the first time we met, and now you're about to get married.” “Jens, you're not helping. At all.”

Robbe looked away from the mirror, looking for something to distract himself, but nothing seemed tempting enough. He wished he had a drink to calm himself down, but at the same time, he wanted to be completely sober and remember every second of that day. When there was a knock on the door, Robbe immediately turned himself to see his mother's face peeking out. He smiled warmly and walked over to hold her in a tight hug. He was happy to have her there. She had told him, she would never miss his wedding but they both knew her health conditions could change within hours.

“You look handsome, honey.” “Thanks, mama.” “I met Sander while I was coming here, he was over the moon.” “I can't wait to see him.”

The two released the embrace and then the woman greeted Jens in the same way. She seemed really calm and serene, and Robbe couldn’t help but feel a warm wave of joy in his chest. During the darkest times of his adolescence, he would never have imagined finding his soul mate, let alone getting married and being surrounded by people who would accept him and shower him with love, including his mother.

“I'm gonna see if Sander is ready to go.”

Jens left his best friend and his mother alone to talk in Robbe's quiet and peaceful room, to enter Sander's, where the situation was completely different. Sander, who was sitting dramatically in a chair, held his head in his hands as utter chaos surrounded around him. Charlotte and Lucas played with Hero, making him scream in amusement, while Alice and Theo, Sander's father, were discussing something, sipping champagne. Jens approached Lucas to kiss his cheek, and Sander, who had only noticed Jens' presence at that moment, raised his head.

“Lucas, can you stop checking your fiancee's butt?” “Sorry, can't help.” “Butt.”

Hearing Hero say that word, the room fell into dead silence and everyone began to look into each other's eyes, only to burst out laughing immediately afterward. Sander rolled his eyes, exasperated.

“Awesome. A nice new word! Perfect to scream today during the ceremony, right?” “Sander, calm down. Why are you freaking out all of a sudden?”

Charlotte frowned, alarmed by her brother's strange behavior. Everyone expected to see the boy full of energy and happiness, but at that moment he had a black cloud over his head.

“I just wanna see him. I need him to stay grounded, but I can't right now because I'm supposed to go out first and wait for him.” “Just stop with this. You guys should walk there together with your baby. That’s how you and Robbe always did everything. Together.”

Sander looked his sister in the eye and nodded. Suddenly it all made more sense. Being apart had always been a mistake for the two of them, and it had never led to anything good. It wasn’t the right time to start changing things. The boy took Hero in his arms and walked out the door, quickly crossing the hallway, entering Robbe's room without knocking. When he saw him, Sander gasped feeling his knees give in and his head spin, because everything clicked. In a few minutes, he was going to marry the love of his life. He put Hero on the floor, who immediately ran to hug his dad, and closed the door behind him, leaning against it, trying to save in his memory, the image of Robbe at that moment. He was just perfect.

“Sander? What are you doing here?” “Robbe, you look-” “Don't you dare. I'm holding my tears since this morning.”

Robbe pointed his index finger at the other for a few seconds, looking him in the eyes, until Sander made the gesture of closing his lips with an invisible zipper, then Robbe smiled at him, shaking his head. He took Hero up and went to his fiancee, cupping his cheek with his hand, smiling softly at him. Both of them were emotional and had watery eyes. They lost a few minutes, savoring each other with their gaze. It was one of the best moments of their life and they both wanted to enjoy it and acknowledge their own emotions. Sander tilted his head towards Robbe's hand and closed his eyes, feeling more relaxed. He was still amazed by how his body reacted to the other’s presence. As soon as Robbe entered his orbit, it was as if something inside him knew that everything would be fine.

“I was freaking out without you, and Charlotte suggested we should walk out together with Hero because that’s the only way we work.” “I'm happy your sister is smarter than us.” “Me too.” “You're stunning, by the way. Although, I can't wait to take your black suit off tonight.”

They smiled and Sander wrapped his arms around Robbe's waist, resting his head on his shoulder and looking Hero in the eye. The baby had calmed down too, as soon as his dad had picked him up. Perhaps there was really something in the Driesen's DNA that made them react that way in Robbe’s presence. Sander wished he had a button to fast-forward the whole ceremony and party. He wanted to be alone with the love of his life. A little drunk on wine, happiness, and tiredness, with loose ties, half-unbuttoned shirts, tight in each other's hug, dancing to an imaginary song, in their bedroom. What he wanted most from that day wasn't the celebration, but the way he knew he and Robbe would feel closer, like they belonged to each other a little more, for the rest of their lives.

That idyll in Sander's mind was interrupted by a knock on the door behind him, and Lucas's voice brought him back to reality.

“It's time!”

Robbe offered him the most breathtaking smile ever. He took his shaky hand and squeezed it in his own. Sander didn't know how he could get through the whole ceremony, given the way he was already feeling. He wanted to tell Robbe everything he had in his mind and heart. He wanted to tell him that he loved him, that he was happy, that he was the luckiest man on earth. That growing up with him had been the best thing that happened to him. He wanted to thank him for teaching him love. For becoming his family. For every gesture, and every word that had saved him from his darkest moments. For always keeping his heart safe, for forgiving him, and for always making him feel at home. For making him feel truly himself. He wanted to tell him all of that and a billion other things more, but he knew his voice would fail him as soon as he tried to say more than two words, so he said the one thing, that could sum up every day of their past, present and future life.

“Together?” “Together.”

[previous] / [epilogue]

#wtfock fic #sander driesen #robbe ijzermans #robbe x sander #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #chapter 19 #carrying the moon

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cwanddcunitedsuperheroes · 5 years ago

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Savior (Kate Kane × F! reader SMUT)

Request: Yes or No

Based On: A post by @allurajarren wanting some Kate Kane × F! Reader Smut. I got you guys who wanted it covered. And I warn you it is my first time writing Lesbian Smut so it’s a learning experience here since I’m straight. Enjoy!

Pairing: Kate Kane × f! Queen reader

Note: (Y/S/H/N) - Your superhero name, (Y/N) - Your name, (A/B) - Alcoholic Beverage,

Word Count:

Description: As batwoman gets captured by Alice on a mission it's up to her girlfriend the reader aka (Y/S/H/N) to save her from Alice. After you save Batwoman the reader get injured and as her girlfriend she learns your identity. Which leads her to being angry at you, but also angry at Alice for harming you. But it escalates where the reader isn't too badly injured and leads to Angry yet passionate sex between Kate Kane and the Reader. (And yes, this is Oliver’s sister). And no I do not own Batwoman.

Your heels were clicking against the hardwood floor as you were entering The Hold Up as you saw doing more work as she was currently thinking of what else to do with the whole club since everything with the club across the street hating homosexual people. When you kept studying the surroundings and saw Luke talking to Kate, as Mary noticed you walk in.

“Hello (Y/N).” Mary said waving at you as your heels clicked more on the hardwood flooring, and you watched as Kate glanced at you from where she was standing behind the bar while focusing on her conversation with Luke. As you went to sit down beside Mary at one of the tables across from her.

“So how is it being a lawyer in Gotham (Y/N)?” Mary asked me as I laughed. “Nothing too hard, because last time I checked Star City wasn’t too calm back then being a lawyer and all.” I said as she looked at me, “One time we almost had the court blown up.” I said as I remembered helping my client on trial as one of the court wall’s.” I said as Mary gasped, “Did anyone get hurt?” She asked as I nodded. “Well, nothing more than one broken leg, and a few people having scrapes and scratches. But nobody was injured to bad since Arrow came before anything could happen.” I said as she nodded.

“Heroes always come at the craziest moments. Like they know how to make an entrance.” She said as I nodded. Before I saw a ding on my phone about the latest news in Gotham. I was scrolling through some of the batwoman articles as Mary continued to talk about Batwoman and (Y/S/H/N).

Before I could glance back at Mary, I turned my head to see Kate coming up with drinks for everyone. I smile at her as I grab (A/B) and clink my glass with everyone before I take a sip of it. As everyone just looks at another as we are having a moment to just... enjoy.

I heard Luke’s phone go off, as he whispers something in Kate’s ear as she apologies to Mary and I and then she runs off out the back way. For quite awhile I have suspensions that Kate is Batwoman since our encounter back when I lived in Star City as (Y/S/H/N) with my older brother Oliver when the Monitor came to test the heroes for this “crisis”. Before I knew it I finished my (A/B) and grabbed my jacket from the chair and walked out the front door after saying goodbye to Mary and Luke.

I ran to my motorcycle and drove to my apartment as I threw my jacket on my couch as I took my hair down from the bun it was in, and sat my keys in my door bowl as I turned on the news watching as the sun was setting in Gotham knowing some sort of crime would happen tonight or any night now. Like Star City once did back then as my Brother, and I along with Team Arrow had to fight the crime there so why is this any different?

As I snapped out of my own head, and I saw the news headline “Alice captured Batwoman during a fight near Gotham Bridge” It said as I stared at the screen. I continued to watch the helicopter fly over Gotham Bridge and River.

I quickly grabbed my phone as I opened it and texted an Old friend as I opened my burner computer and started hacking through some of the controls of Batwoman’s gear and not getting to far. As I got a quick response back from my text, “I got you covered (Y/N). Next time just ask Barry to bring me to Gotham so I could have it easier to hack gear from Batwoman. Friggin Batwoman. What’s next Batman?” The text said as I laughed from the response that I received from Felicity one of my go to girls from Star City, other than Dinah, Laurel, and Sara.

I grabbed my gear putting the location of the warehouse one of my weapons as I walked to my wall where my painting was as I moved it to grab my suit. Then running to my room to suit up as I continued to listen to the news. Then I ran to the storage place across the street unlocking it to grab my motorcycle as I started driving down the streets of Gotham.

Smelling the water, listening to the cars, and the helicopter above me as I saw the flashing light from the lighting under the helicopter as I knew it would be the news. Then before I could continue to look up I see some of the crow cars behind me as I smiled turning down a street earlier and losing them heading to location of the warehouse Batwoman’s tracker was at.

I stopped my bike near a dark patch of the street looking at some of the goons outside of the warehouse, as they definitely were Alice’s goons since they wear those silly and stupid masks that they do. I use my bow to go above the building before I jump on a goon and then fight the others, before taking them all down. Only getting minor bruised and scratched in the process. Nothing that Oliver would kill me for if he found out, or Kate.

When I walked in the warehouse I walked through some creepy areas of broken dolls, white and red roses, and checker board on the floor pattern. I saw batwoman tied up as Alice was talking to her about her life story and not giving in to Batwoman. Before I could listen anymore I saw a goon coming over to where I was standing and I had to sneak up to them and take them down just like the old days as (Y/S/H/N).

I continued to listen to Alice speak to Batwoman as she was bleeding badly already, and I continued to sneak around the hallway. When I was sneaking I heard Batwoman call Alice “Beth” which was Kate’s twin sister who was claimed “dead”. Just as I was going to enter some goons saw me.

“It’s (Y/S/H/N).” One goon said as they started shooting at me and I dodged the bullets, as I saw Alice turn her head along with Batwoman as I kicked the men, and then threw a smoke bomb. When I got to the main room to help Batwoman, Alice had disappeared. But she can always be captured later.

As I saw some of the goons start to run down the hall towards here I quickly cut batwoman down with one of my daggers in my side pockets. Watching as she was trying to fight my grip as I turned to see the goons coming our way and I used my grappling hook to get us up hearing what sounded like Luke’s voice as we flew out of the building.

I grabbed the com putting it in my ear as I headed to my motorcycle letting batwoman be in the front as I drove down the streets of Gotham, “Whoever you are if you have a medical kit she is going to need it.” I said through the com. “Who is this?” Luke said as I laughed. “(Y/S/H/N) and Batwoman needs help Luke stop with your games. I know it’s you, and trust me your teammate will die. I just need to know where this cave, or hideout is.” I said with my voice box as Luke sighed then told me to head towards Wayne Tower and go under the parking garage.

As I arrived at Wayne Tower and headed up the elevator Batwoman woke up and was groaning at the pain from her side. When I got to the floor I saw Luke standing there coming over as he used Martha’s necklace and turned it to the Cave as we sat Batwoman down on the table as we had to get some of the gear off of her to help to stitch the knife wounds up. And I took off her mask, as Luke left the room to return later. I was in shock.

Kate Kane is Batwoman.

A few minutes passed as Batwoman was finally better, and I was still in shock even through all the years of fighting with Team Arrow. My girlfriend was Batwoman.

“Luke you let her in.” Kate said as she saw her mask beside her as she groaned and sat up looking at me like daggers coming in my side. As Luke entered seeing her mask off and looking at me. “She saved your life Kate.” She said as I looked at her worried. She studied my face for a moment looking at my (E/C) then every other detail she could see that the hood doesn’t cover.

“(Y/N)?” She questioned as I was still hurt from being stabbed in the arm that I just stitched. Looking over and saw Luke look at me as I took down my hood to show my (H/C), and then I took off my mask. “Your (Y/S/H/N)?” Kate said as she furrowed her eyebrows and I nodded.

“I’ll leave you two alone, I’ll see your both I presume tomorrow.” He said walking out to head home. I stared at Kate for a moment. “How long?” She asked me as I looked at her. “Before I moved to Gotham I helped my brother, which I know you know is Arrow.” I said to her as she looked at me as I saw the anger in her eyes. “I didn’t tell you because like you I was wanting to protect you. Even though I know you can protect yourself Kate.” I said as she looked at me.

“Let’s go.” She said as I heard a light growl in her voice knowing what was going to happen as we headed to her apartment after changing from our costumes. I just knew she wasn’t going to care what I said tonight on how things go.

As we arrived to her apartment and unlocked the door I turned around to feel her soft lips against mine as she roughly kissed me when we were walking slowly taking off our coats. But before I could do anything else she pushed me against the door, and locked it with a smirk on her face, when she saw I was flustered.

She continued to kiss down my neck as I was feeling the moans in my throat trying to escape but couldn’t...yet. As she continued she took off my top, and threw it somewhere I couldn’t see. And then she continued to kiss down my neck and sucked on my sweet spot in between my neck and collarbone and I finally let in and moaned as I looked down to see her smirk. Trying to touch her with my hands she moved them up as she shook her head at me leading me to her bed pushing me on it. And before I knew it my skirt was off, along with her clothing as she got on top of me.

She then pushed my hands above my head as she kissed down my collarbone down to my stomach. As in between kisses she roughly bites and sucks my skin as my moans become more frequently. As I know I’ll have a few hickies in the morning. Until she goes back to my lips and starts teasing my lips with her tongue as I allowed her access as she started to venture into my mouth then sucking my tongue. Once we both ran out of air she finally stopped kissing me and pulled her head up a bit to catch her breath, as I was laying breathless.

Before I knew it Kate’s hand lowered to my waist, as she lowered her head to my breasted, and placed her mouth on my right nipple making my back arch at the feeling when she held my waist down. But before I could continue moving at the sensational feeling she wrapped her hand around my other nipple bud and started to twist it and the massaged it while she was sucking and biting my right nipple. Until she moved to my other nipple leaving a trail of kissing in-between each breast until she started sucking and biting on my left nipple, and then massaged my right nipple. I let out a deep moan as I felt my wetness growing worse in my panties. As I could hear my deep breathing continue as she came back up and kissed me taking one of her hands putting it on one of my thighs.

Before I knew it she started to move my panties down my thighs then my calves to my heels as she finally pulled them all the way off looking at my the whole time with lust in her eyes. As she started to kiss my foot, then my ankle, then my calves, knee caps, and then she started to hold my hips as my back tried to arch as I moaned loud and hard. “Kate.” I moaned as she smiled with a smirk on her face going back to kissing up my thigh as I felt my pussy grow more wet knowing that her smirk grew bigger at the sight of me getting more wet.

“Are you that eager?” She asked with a smug face and a raspy tone to her voice as I moaned out. As she continued to kiss my thighs slowly coming to my core. She then kissed my core as I started to moan louder as she laughed as I felt the pleasure of her laugh in my core.

As she put her tounge near my wetness teasing me as I moaned as she was so close to the entrance. And I put my hands in her hair and she moaned.

After I hit my climax, I took a few breaths watching her lick some of my juices off my fingers. As she fell right beside me on her bed, as I turned over and got on top of her. “What Kate you thought that you I was going to be the only one?” I said kissing her pushing her back on her bed, watching as she fell down on her pillow and I kissed her again.

I started trailing wet kisses down her neck to her shoulder sucking and biting leaving bruises for her tomorrow. After I continued to kiss down her chest kissing her breast then going down to her stomach as she moaned, “Fuck.” She said as I went back up and kissed her making her quiet again.

Instead of teasing her I went to pleasure her by kissing her core

I could feel from her body that she was almost at her climax. I continued to keep my tounge in her pussy, as I used on of my fingers that was on my other hand to start playing with her

“That was something Kate.” I said looking back at her as she laughed but with a raspear voice. “Yeah, but (Y/N) next time don’t hide anything from me. I don’t want you to get hurt because of Alice.” She said as I smiled turning my body as I reached up and kissed her before falling asleep in her arms.

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imnotwolverine · 4 years ago

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The marriage pact - Hitch

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 17 | Part 18 Hitch | Part 19 >

Disclaimer: sad fluff, some body insecurities

Author’s note: Can you tell it’s Monday? It’s Monday. Gosh I feel like I need a hug after writing this. 😭

Word count: 1.764

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Dear readers,

Do you ever look in the mirror, just to study the way you are slowly changing? I don’t want to say older. Just, changing. My eyes are practically always the same shade of brown, like milk chocolate, and my hair is often an equally chocolaty mess, pulled up in a bun. And I like it like that, too.

And then there is my skin. Sometimes pale like porcelain, sometimes sun kissed with a hundred small freckles, dusted over my cheeks and nose. I don’t understand why people wouldn’t like their freckles by the way. I absolutely love mine. Unfortunately now that winter has come, I mostly look tired. Thank heavens for concealer!

I wonder by the way if men also look at themselves in the mirror like that. Especially since it’s generally far less accepted and normalised for them to wear make-up, even if it is just a simple concealer.

Anyways. It’s winter and I look like a walking, talking zombie, my once fresh looking skin now showing some mean little creases and fine lines. Admittedly, I do sometimes rub my skin with a little bit of extra cream when I see those lines. Not that I am willing to invest in those luxury treatments or get my panties in a twist, but still. It does, in some way or form, influence the way you feel about yourself.

I embrace change, but today? I am most definitely wearing make-up. Thank you very much.

Done-with-winter-already,

Ali

With the loudest of sighs I flung the refrigerator door closed, my shoulders slumping visibly as I plopped down on my chair at the dinner table, dinner long cleared away from the table but my parents still sitting there.

My mom was the first to pick up on my sulking mood, her careful eyebrow raising up over her reading glasses as she put down her Swedish crossword, pen still in hand.

‘Looking for something?’ She asked casually.

‘No.’ I grumbled, looking over at dad who was still hiding himself behind a folded open newspaper. Mom sniffled and shook her head. ‘Then what is it, Ali dear?’

‘It’s just…’ My lip trembled - not even make-up could make me feel any better today. ‘..things are not working out like I want them to and..’ Sniff. ‘..it’s so frustrating.’

Slowly my dad lowered his newspaper. Usually it was my mom who dealt with any off-days on my end, which truly were sparingly. I didn’t really wish to share my troubles and thoughts with my parents too much, fearing they’d continue to see me as “their little girl”. I wasn’t a little girl for crying out loud. I was a grown woman of 37-years. I shouldn’t need my parents anymore, right?

‘Is this about eh..’ My dad started, squinting his eyes as if looking for any signs that I would go for his jugular right here and now. I didn’t. ‘..eh..Henry?’ He swallowed as I started to cry, shaking my head no.

Mom quickly moved aside her crossword and pen, reaching out her arms to smooth her warm palms over my shoulders. Even through the tight knit of my dark grey sweater I could feel the soothing calm of her touch. ‘What’s the matter baby? Tell us.’

‘UGH..it’s just.’ I sniffled and angrily wiped a few rogue tears away. ‘I..ugh..this feels so stupid. I just thought I had found a place of my own. I’ve been looking at some apartments..and..I thought I had found one. Ten minutes from here. Perfect. Finally. But..’ I furrowed my brows. ‘..I couldn’t get it. The owners chose someone else, despite me being first choice. I just got the news.’

Mom was quiet for a moment and dad swallowed harshly, the two of them deciding on how to go about it. I sniffled again and looked up. First at mom, then at dad, the both at them suddenly looking even older then I remembered them to be.

‘Oh..’ Mom finally exclaimed, seemingly relieved. ‘I thought it had to do with Henry. Woof! Thank god for that.’ She quickly pushed her chair closer to mine, wrapping a bony arm around my shoulder and pulling me in for a mom hug. ‘Come here.’ She hummed, squeezing me even tighter to her chest. ‘Hmmm! Well, you know you can stay here for as long as you want. We love having you here with us. Close to us. It gives our life a bit of…’ She leaned back and smiled, shrugging slightly. ‘..joie-de-vivre!’

I snickered, shaking my head in disbelief. ‘You could get a dog too, you know.’

‘Hahah oh we might, we might. We actually discussed it the other day. Would you like that, a dog?’ She asked at me, dad snuffing in amusement - either because he absolutely didn’t want a dog or because this whole shift of moods was amusing him.

Women.

‘That is yours to decide mom…dad.’ I gave him an exasperated look and he chuckled, quickly grabbing his newspaper again, hiding the cheeky grin that lingered on his lips.

‘But really, I am just glad that it’s not Henry. You and him are just such a fine couple together.’

‘Thanks mom.’ I smiled, wiping the last remains of my tears. I laughed. ‘I eh..actually confessed I love him the other day.’

‘OOOHHH.’ Mom near jumped with excitement and my dad quickly duck even further away behind his newspaper - he really felt uncomfortable with all this girl chat. Me and mom both grinned and before long we were deep in conversation about what had transpired between me and Henry the past few weeks. A talk that was long overdue honestly, because of course mom had HEARD a gazillion things, but in her motherly role she had decided to wait for me to spill the beans.

Well. The beans were spilled. And I couldn’t be happier to hear how enthused and adoring my mom was about everything Henry concerned.

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Henry carefully read the words on the screen of my phone, the both of us sitting on my parents couch, the rest of the house quiet as my parents were out.

It was an e-mail I had received that afternoon. Bad news. Again. As if losing that house wasn’t enough, of course more shit had to happen. He slowly furrowed his brows as he licked his lips, scrolling back up - as if checking he didn’t miss anything in his careful read.

‘O..kay..’ He finally said slowly, sighing visibly. ‘Yea..’ I bit my lower lip and reached out for my phone, retrieving it from his hesitant fingers. ‘Are they even allowed to..’ He raised his eyebrows. ‘..make such a suggestion?’

‘I don’t know Hen. Ugh. What is it with this week?! I hate it. Two weeks ago it was all fine and now this? Please let it be over..’ I sulked, reopening the e-mail of the fertility clinic and giving it a once-over. Yep, there it was really in black and white; due to a rapidly growing waiting list they suggested that me and Henry would perhaps first check out “other means of fertilisation”, before enlisting for a sperm donor. Meaning, most probably and quite rudely; just forgo the condom and see where that takes you.

There went my plan B. My back-up plan. At least for another extra 6 months of extended waiting as they had simply pushed me back on the list now I had a “partner”. Could they do that? I don’t know, but it sure was a blow in the gut.

‘What would you do in this situation, Hen?’ I asked quietly, seeing him shift his weight to turn towards me. ‘Well, believe it or not. I think this is my situation too now.’ He swallowed and reached out for my hand, tentative fingertips stroking my palm.

‘True.’ I smiled with watery eyes.

We were after all a team now. Together. Boyfriend and girlfriend.

‘I eh..’ He shook his head. ‘Okay this is going to sound so stupid now, but I want to get it off my chest. Before I did the Durrell challenge, just really a few weeks before, I had a chat with a..’ He sighed. ‘..a woman who would wish to surrogate a ..-’

‘WHAT?!’ I sat up a bit and swatted his hand away.

‘No no..Ali. It..nothing happened. I just..’ He swallowed awkwardly. ‘I guess I just started my very own path in trying to become a father. It’s a thing that’s been on my mind for a long time now. I want it. Though it immediately became clear after that conversation with that woman that I could not do it like that.’ His eyes searched mine, hoping I would not hate him for it, understand him.

I sighed. ’Gosh..I thought you were going to say you had like a kid on the way and..-’

‘Ali.’ He grabbed my wrist and looked me even deeper in the eyes. ‘There is nobody else. There is no kid on the way. It’s just you and I.’ - ‘Okay.’ I quietly nodded and swam through the depths of his stormy blue eyes. I near drowned in them.

‘So, you want to be a dad, hmm?’ A tear rolled down my cheek before I could stop it and Henry’s eyes instantly tracked it as it moved over my cold skin. With a tender finger he brushed it off, his lips curling in a sad smile. ‘Badly.’ He swallowed harshly.

He suddenly looked so fragile, like I could see right through those big bulking muscles and handsome features and see within, see the most deep and hidden away piece of Henry that I had ever gotten to see.

With pensive blue eyes he was looking down, his hand re-interlocking with mine, his other hand now aimlessly hanging by his waist. He looked a bit forlorn, lost at the sea that I had found in his cerulean gaze.

The sea that was Henry. Sometimes calm and soothing, something strong and unbending.

A sea that wanted what I wanted. Badly.

Without words I crawled over to him, using whatever strength I had to pull him into my chest, his head resting in the crook of my neck and his breath slightly shallow. He was such a large man that it was hard to actually make him surrender and lean into me. Usually he was the one who was to protect and be strong. Now it was the other way around. Sighing harshly he finally gave in, his nose sniffing as his arms slowly folded around my waist.

‘All I learned is that I don’t want to do it alone.’ He finally gulped, softly.

I closed my eyes and let a hand roam over the soft material of his sand coloured cable knit sweater. Poor bear. My poor bear. I nodded.

‘Neither do I, Hen. Neither do I.’ I pushed my nose in his neck and whispered into his skin: ‘And I think you are going to be an absolutely great dad.’

He swallowed back a cry.

‘In fact I KNOW it is so.’ I smiled, pressing up a number of kisses on his skin until I reached his lips. ‘And all other things are just a hitch, a hiccup. What I really, really need.. is.. you. Let’s..let’s make this work.’ I sniffled.

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 4 years ago

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Roguish Women Part 34

Summary: Kate is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 34: With the news about Ada going to Boston, Kate confronts Tommy before their weekend away.

On her way out of the office, Kate stopped Niall. “Where’s Tommy?”

“Talking to the foreman, I suspect.” The man replied. “Said he was going to clear up some business before he left for Doncaster.”

Kate left in a huff, storming down the stairs to the factory floor. “Tommy?” The heat of the machinery and coal was almost unbearable but she carried on.

The men working the line knew better than to give her a second glance. Some of them more familiar with her had even given her the respect they gave the other Shelbys who worked there. A curt nod and a “’Morning Miss.”

But she ignored them as she searched. “Tommy!”

On her way out of the office, Kate stopped Niall. “Where’s Tommy?”

“Talking to the foreman, I suspect.” The man replied. “Said he was going to clear up some business before he left for Doncaster.”

Kate left in a huff, storming down the stairs to the factory floor. “Tommy?” The heat of the machinery and coal was almost unbearable but she carried on.

The men working the line knew better than to give her a second glance. Some of them who were more familiar with her had even given her the respect they gave the other Shelbys who worked there. A curt nod and a “’ Morning Miss.”

But she ignored them as she searched. “Tommy!”

Finally, her call got to him and he realized immediately by her tone that she wasn't happy or something was wrong. "Kate?" He walked down the line to find her. "I was just about to come up, we can leave soon."

"You're sending Ada to Boston, are you fucking crazy?" She demanded, not about to let him derail her from her anger. "After what happened there?"

Tommy knew it was his cousin who had let the news slip. Of course, he hadn't explicitly said not to tell Kate, but he hoped it would be implied. He was hoping over the trip to Doncaster they could talk about it. But apparently plans would be changed. "It's just on legitimate business, nothing to do with anything other than that." He tried to quell her exasperation quickly, but it appeared she wouldn't be satisfied with business talk.

"Tommy, Santo's men are smart. I may have gotten away for now but eventually, they will figure everything out. Especially now that you're working with Frank. You can't do anything in secret. It'll get out and they'll know your name."

"Trust me..."

"No, trust me. I know these men better than you do. I know that city better than you do. If you think sending your sister there alone, without protection is a good idea then you've really lost your mind."

"She won't be alone. We're setting up business in Boston. Ada is in charge of acquiring property while she's over there."

"And you realize the boundaries already set up by gangs? If she buys something that's in the wrong area..."

"That's partly why we've continued contact with Frank Wallace. He'll be helping notify Ada of good locations as well as safe locations. I've contracted the Gustin Gang to protect Ada as well as any other Shelby Company employees who are a part of the American division."

Kate narrowed her eyes at him. She couldn't argue that it was a bad idea. That would be putting doubt on Frank and his brother who she trusted with her own life. But the set up still rubbed her the wrong way and she wasn't about to let him go about the day without knowing that. "Don't talk to me like I'm stupid."

"Kate-"

"You can use your professional speak or whatever, but you know I have a right to be concerned. And a right to be angry that the first time I'm hearing of this is from Michael."

Tommy sighed and removed his glasses so he could pinch the bridge of his nose. It was too early to argue. He was looking forward to a nice trip though, and he couldn't have that if they didn't resolve things.

"How long have you been planning this?" Kate asked. But before he could answer, she continued. "And don't lie to me because I have no problems asking Ada the same question because I know she'll tell me the truth."

"Few weeks." He admitted. "Nothing was official until Michael returned though. I needed his input."

"Few weeks." She scoffed in disbelief. "And you never thought once that, oh, Kate would know a thing or two about the place she was born. About the people there who ruined her life. The people who are still looking for her!" She snapped.

"I didn't want to worry you about it. You were already dealing with so much, Kate." Tommy softened his voice, not blaming her for being upset, but not knowing what else to do.

"So, this is how you think you're going to help me?" Her voice raised, not at all matching his tone. "Keeping things from me? Getting involved with Boston again? Risking my life after all I went through?" She shouted so loudly that she was heard over the factory machinery.

Tommy noticed some of the men were throwing glances their way. No one needed to hear about this. "Everyone out!" He yelled.

There was a hesitation. Everyone looking at each other, not sure what to do in the middle of working.

"Did I fucking stutter? Everyone get the fuck out, now!" He raised his voice even louder to the point he was going hoarse.

The foreman picked up on his boss's anger. "Shut it down, fuck off!" He snapped at all the workers.

Tommy and Kate continued to stand off silently as the entire factory line emptied around them. The sound of the machines quieted until the only sound was coming from the office upstairs and some pigeons in the eaves above.

"I'm doing everything I can." He spoke gently again.

There was a ringing in Kate's ears after going from the loud factory sounds to almost complete silence. She could hear her own heartbeat again, her own breathing. It was only an indication that she needed to hold her ground. "You said it was all behind us. Now you're unearthing something. This is what you do, Tommy, you just keep digging. Bringing up the dead over and over and over again. Why can't you just let things rest?"

"We need capital in America if we're going to try to trade on Wall Street. That's what Michael advised me and I trust his financial judgment."

She let a small sarcastic laugh. "So, it's money. That's what this is all about?"

"This didn't have anything to do with you. It wasn't about your past. It's a city, Kate. That's all it is."

The words stung. Maybe he didn't even know they would hurt her so badly, but they did. "You don't understand at all, then.” She wanted to turn away.

“Maybe I don’t understand!” Tommy snapped. “Okay, I wasn’t there for you. Don’t you think that kills me every single day? That I wasn’t there for you and I have no clue what you suffered through? So, I don’t understand.”

It was rare for him to ever admit his wrongs. When he built a hill, he planned on dying on top of it. But he couldn’t, not this time.

Kate took a deep breath and looked at him. “I know you’re only thinking of business. I know it never crossed your mind because that’s the way you think. Now that I’m telling you, what are you going to do?”

There was a flutter of wings overhead as some birds flew to their nests. “I won’t let a city get in the way of your happiness. I’m not going to let it be this hanging over your head every second of the day. I know we’re different about how we operate. But you want to know how I work things out?”

She felt her anger simmering away as he looked at her with genuine eyes. “Yeah.”

“Someone hurts me? I take everything from them. That’s worse than death. You killed Santo but I know that’s not the end for you. You’re worried about Frank getting hurt, you’re worried about Santo’s men figuring everything out, and you’re worried about the Changrettas. So, give me the leeway and I’ll make sure none of that happens.”

“Tom…” She sighed and stepped closer to him. “This cycle can’t sustain itself. You saw that with the Changrettas. You continued to go on the offensive and now…now I don’t know what’s going to happen but I know it’s not going to be good. I don’t want you to stir up anything in Boston.” It felt like kicking a dead horse. She would be haunted by it forever but that didn’t mean she needed to dig up old shit. “But I know that I can’t change your mind about sending Ada there.”

“I wouldn’t send my sister or my nephew somewhere unsafe.” He reminded her.

“I know.” She sighed. “I know you wouldn’t. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything.” He brought her close to kiss her forehead. “Now, we can have a nice weekend away from all of this. No work talk.”

“Really?” She eyed him suspiciously. “Is that even possible for you?”

He chuckled. “I’ll certainly try.”

~~~~~~~~~

“So, how much are you planning on spending on a horse?” Kate asked as she walked arm in arm into the auction hall with Tommy. It was nice to have an excuse to dress up a bit and she liked being on Tommy’s arm. It was something she’d dreamed about for so long, finally being his and having him as hers.

It was also fun to wonder why people were staring at them. Did they know Tommy? Did they know Kate? Were women jealous? Were men jealous? It was a bit of an esteem boost for Kate who for so long had been keeping her head down. She liked to think time healed wounds but she also knew that a lot of her confidence came from spending time with Alice and the others. They flaunted what they had and didn’t apologize for it. Alice often chided Kate for looking at the ground when she walked.

“Keep your head up. You’re beautiful and don’t let other people’s opinions of you put you down.”

Tommy looked down at the guide in his hand. “Depends. There’s a colt that’s a thoroughbred cross that looks promising.”

“Who will train him?”

“May Carleton. You two met, didn’t you?” He asked as they walked up the stairs to the main viewing balcony.

Kate recalled meeting the woman a long time ago. “Yeah, I remember her coming around to the betting shop. I didn’t know you two still spoke.”

“She’s been training my horses for a few years. She’s good at her job.”

"Mhm. And you two have a history."

Tommy glanced over at her, trying to judge her expression. "Because she trained my horses?"

"Is that what you call it?"

He noticed a mischievous glint in her eye when she flashed him an innocent smile. "You're messing with me."

"Am not!"

"Oh, you can bring her to a fancy event, dress her up, but she'll still always be my Kate." He slipped an arm around her waist.

"And is there anything wrong with that?" She teased though her heart skipped a beat when he called her his.

"Of course not." He kissed her temple and led her up to the railing to view the auction ring below.

"What's the horse's name that you're looking at?" She asked, leaning into his side.

"Buchanan."

"Hm, presidential name." Kate watched as a black-coated horse was led out into the ring. "Is that him?"

Tommy listened to the auctioneer and shook his head. "No."

"Oh, that one's beautiful though."

The colt walked with a spring in his step, nostrils flared as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. His mane was tightly wound into button braids and his tail was clipped. His coat gleamed in the light as he walked the small ring.

Tommy noticed the look in Kate's eyes. And when the auctioneer asked for six hundred guineas, he raised his hand.

"What are you doing?" She hissed.

"Buying you a horse." He replied as if he was merely giving her a bouquet of flowers.

"We're here to buy you a horse, not me."

He met the bid again at six hundred and fifty. "I can buy two horses, it's fine, Kate."

"I'm not a good rider, Tom. I'll look like an idiot up on that horse." She batted at his hand to try and get him to stop bidding.

"We'll have him trained and you can take lessons in the meantime. By the time he's broken in, you'll be a great rider." He raised the bid again to seven hundred.

"Tommy!"

"Seven hundred, sold!" The auctioneer banged the gavel and began to move onto the next horse.

Tommy looked a little smug. "Too late."

Kate rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile on her face. "You're the worst."

~~~~~~~~~~

After winning the bid on Buchanan as well, Tommy retrieved the papers for both horses. "There you are." He handed Kate the ownership paper. "Proud owner of Midnight Blue."

She smiled. "I like that name. I'll probably just call him Blue though." She figured. "Are they all set in the trailer?"

"Yep, they just left for Warwickshire. They'll call when they've arrived. We'll probably be in Scarborough by then."

Kate kissed his cheek. "Thank you." She said softly. "You didn't have to do this but...it was very sweet of you." No matter what she went through and the horrors she experienced, the passion for romance could never be stomped out. She was still the young girl inside who desperately wanted some Prince Charming to come and sweep her off her feet. Though she didn't need Tommy to spend money on her, the gesture meant something.

“C’mon, love, let’s get onto our holiday.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The resort in Scarborough was right on the water. The second the salt air hit her lungs, Kate felt her muscles relax. For the longest time, the ocean had been some symbol of heartache. The ocean had taken her father. The ocean had separated her from Tommy. But now, here, she was in a rejuvenating place where she could mend.

“Beautiful, aye?” Tommy asked as he lit up a cigarette.

“Gorgeous.” Kate agreed. “I’ve never seen a place like this.”

"I've checked in with the front desk and they said the room's ready. Do you want to head up? Get ready for dinner?"

Kate nodded and took his waiting hand. "I've got a dress that's gonna knock your socks off, Mr. Shelby."

~~~~~~~~~~~

A boy did she. A lilac gown covered in black beading with a drop waist and a skirt that fell straight to the floor.

The two had never complimented each other so well. When they walked together down to dinner, Kate on Tommy's arm, people couldn't help but look. And what they saw was a couple that looked made for each other. They didn't know what an uphill battle it had been for the two to get to that spot. But they were there, finally.

True to his word, Tommy didn't bring up anything to do with business. They talked about Buchanan and Blue, talked about Epsom, about Kate's disdain for mint juleps, Tommy's first drink when he was just twelve, the time Kate nearly broke her leg after a night of drinking, Tommy's rap sheet of broken bones, what they were like as kids, and the night just wore on. Neither tired of each other.

But finally, Kate got Tommy to dance with her. He kept her close, his hand on the small of her back as they swayed together to the band playing. They talked softly to each other, just barely hearing one another over the music and chatter of other dancers.

Then, Tommy whispered in her ear, "Want to get some air?"

A bit flushed, Kate nodded. "Sure." She followed him out onto the patio deck that overlooked the ocean.

A few small groups of people were outside as well, smoking and talking where it was quieter.

"I wanted to ask you something. And I don't want to make a big fuss about it because I know that's not really what you would want."

"Um, okay." She looked over at him. "What is it?"

He cleared his throat and reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. He took her left hand and with his right, pulled out a ring box. "Will you marry me?" His thumb popped open the box, revealing a diamond ring that looked like something in the royal family would wear.

Kate was shocked. Of course, the thought had crossed her mind before. She only ever wanted to be with Tommy, even when she assumed she would never see him again, or even worse, would never have the chance to be with him. But here was the opportunity right in front of her. Something she never thought would happen. She let out a small laugh of disbelief. "Is this a dream?"

Tommy smiled and tucked a stray curl away from her eyes. "I promise it's real."

For so long, Kate thought she could never truly be herself around anyone. Vulnerability would only lead to her demise so she kept her barriers high. But she realized that if there was only one person she would share everything with, it would be Tommy. That was more than enough for her. So she nodded.

"Yes, I'll marry you." She said with such excitement in her voice that it made Tommy's smile grow. "I love you." She whispered and kissed him softly.

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Firecracker Soul | Dean Winchester

Chapter 5 - Movies and Masks

pairing - mob!Dean x teacher!ofc

word count - 5,236

warnings - language, thigh riding, Dean is so sweet your teeth will hurt

additional notes at the end

(previous)

On Saturday, Alice was excited to get breakfast with Christine. Even though she knew Christine would tease her endlessly about her date, she also knew she'd give her so much support. Christine was very vocal about how much she hated Greg, so she had been ready for Alice to jump back on the dating horse ever since she pulled back into Lawrence. She knew Christine would be over the moon that Dean was as amazing as he was.

Alice beat Christine to the cafe, but as soon as Christine walked in, she all but ran to the booth. She slid in and waved the waitress over. "Hey AJ," she said. "We'll have our usual." AJ laughed at Christine's assertiveness before nodding and leaving the pair. Christine put her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands. "Tell me all about him."

And she did.

Alice raved about the flowers, the dinner, and the drinks they had after. She decided not to spare any details, sharing how respectful Dean was when she didn't want to go any farther but also how badly she wanted to keep kissing him forever. "Wow," Christine breathed out, smiling dreamily. "He sounds perfect. What does he look like?"

"Mm," she hummed. "Tall, but not too tall. Muscular, but not too muscular. Sharp jaw. Gorgeous eyes. The perfect amount of stubble on his face."

"How old is he?" Christine asked.

Ah yes. The question she was dreading the most.

"He's a little older," she said, sipping her coffee.

"How much older is a little?" Christine asked. She was on the verge of smirking, able to see right through her friend. Alice didn't say anything, just kept her mouth on her coffee mug. "Alice," Christine pressed. "How old is this guy?"

Alice sighed. "41. I think."

"41!" Christine repeated. "Alice, you're 22."

"I know how old I am," she said. "It's not like he's a grandpa or anything." Christine laughed. "What?" Alice said. "I like him. He's nice, and he's hot! And he's mature, and he has a real, adult job, and, and he respects me." She shrugged. "Plus -I don't know- he takes care of me. We're not even together-together, but it's like I already know he'd protect me if I needed it. Not that I would, but-"

"Dude," Christine said before sipping her own coffee. She put her mug down, leaned back in her chair, and folded her arms across her chest. "You have a daddy kink."

"What?" Alice almost hissed, getting closer to Christine as if to tell her to quiet her voice. "I do not!"

"You so do," Christine laughed, sitting up in her chair again and putting her elbows on the table. "You love this age difference. You want him to take care of you, and-" She laughed again. "God! You're his little sub already. I'm so ready for this guy to pop your cherry."

"Why are we friends?" Alice asked, rolling her eyes and drinking her coffee again to hide her blush.

"You'll tell me all about it, right?" Christine asked. "Like how big he is? And how much of a dom he is? And-"

"I'm not gonna tell you about it because today is the last time I'm ever going to hang out with you."

"Shut up," Christine said with a grin. "You love me." Alice rolled her eyes and took a bite of her eggs. "And he was nice when you told him you were a virgin?"

She nodded. "Yeah. He felt bad for asking. Said it wasn't his business." The corners of Christine's mouth turned slightly as she nodded with a quick shrug.

"He's not wrong," she said.

"I don't even know why I said anything," Alice said. "It just came out. I was so flustered."

"Well, you've had a weird week," Christine said. "I'm surprised you're handling it all as well as you are."

Alice shrugged. "You know me. I've been through worse."

Dean walked into Sam's house with a smile on his face. Hannah had an event through work that evening, so they pushed family dinner to Sunday. Still, Dean thought he'd stop by and visit his brother. "Anybody home?" he asked.

"Living room!" Sam called. Dean walked through the house and plopped on the couch beside his brother.

"Where're Jess and Lex?" he asked.

"Shopping I think," Sam said. "Told me it's a girls' day. I'm not allowed to know." Dean laughed, and Sam looked away from the TV and at Dean with furrowed eyebrows. "What's got you so happy?" Before Dean could even answer, Sam's eyes grew wide in realization. "Your date with Alice," he said. "You're telling me that's got you like this?"

"It might be," Dean said with a shrug, trying to appear casual. Sam shoved Dean and turned his body to face him.

"I never thought you'd actually tap my daughter's teacher," he said with a laugh.

Dean shook his head. "I didn't hook up with her." Sam looked confused. "No, we went out for dinner and had some drinks back at her house."

"And you didn't sleep with her?" Sam asked.

Dean scoffed. "Is that all you think I do?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Sam said. "I thought you weren't one for the dating game."

"I went on the date for Lexi," Dean said sarcastically.

Sam rolled his eyes. "So you didn't even try to sleep with her?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that," Dean said, folding his arms across his chest. "I started to, you know-" Sam nodded and waved his hand so that Dean wouldn't explain any further. "She freaked out. Told me she's a virgin."

"A virgin?" Sam repeated. Dean nodded. "I thought you only liked experienced girls."

"God, shut up," Dean said with a roll of his eyes.

"You think you'll see her again?" Sam asked. Dean licked his lips with a small nod.

"I'd like to," he said. Sam was quiet for a moment. Dean could tell he was thinking something but holding back. "Spit it out," Dean said. Sam looked at his brother, then sighed.

"What's your endgame here?" Sam asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked.

"This can't just be one of your games," Sam said. "She's so young, man. She's got a whole life ahead of her. And whatever happens is gonna affect all of us. So what're you gonna do? Take her on a few dates? Show her what a good time is? Break her heart in the end?"

"Jesus Christ, Sam," Dean said. "You really think that little of me?" Sam shrugged. "Frankly, what I choose to do with her is none of your business," Dean said.

"Whatever man," Sam said, holding his hands up defensively. "Just thought I'd put the thought in your head."

It wasn't that Dean hadn't already been thinking all of that. He didn't know what his endgame was, but what people did? Did everyone go into meeting a person planning out their whole future? So he took her on a date. So he wanted to see her again. Maybe they wouldn't be forever, but what was wrong with living now? He didn't want to play a game of chase that just ended in him fucking her. Not anymore. Like he'd always said, if he wanted his dick sucked or a girl to fuck, he had numbers on speed dial. Hell, Amara, Jo, Bela, and Anna were practically on standby. He liked Alice. This was more than just adding a girl to his black book.

What that more was, he just wasn't sure yet.

The day wore on uneventfully. When the sun set, Dean was alone in his penthouse, sitting in bed and watching TV. He had this weird desire to text Alice, like his phone was burning a hole in his pocket. Was it too early to text her? He had only seen her yesterday. Should he step back?

He felt like a teenage boy. This was stupid.

Alice jumped when her phone buzzed on the bed beside her. She picked it up and held back a wide smile.

Dean: What are you up to?

She bit her lip and swiped to respond: Just in bed watching a movie

He texted back just as fast: What movie?

Her thumbs hovered over the screen. She could lie and say something cool, like an action flick or even a horror. Instead, she said, You're gonna laugh at me

Dean: Swear I won't

She smiled and decided to tell the truth: Tangled

Again, Dean was quick to respond: The Disney movie?

She pouted and wrote, You swore you wouldn't laugh

Dean: I'm not laughing!

Alice: It's a good movie

Dean: I'm glad you're enjoying yourself

This made her smile. I am, she wrote back. The only thing that could make it better is ice cream

Dean: Yeah? What's your favorite?

She laughed. Hmmm. That's a heavy question, Dean

Dean: Is it?

Alice: Yes. Yes it is. It varies from day to day. Right now I think it's Ben and Jerry's Cinnamon Buns. Sometimes it's Milk and Cookies

Dean: Hm. I've never had that

She furrowed her eyebrows. Those flavors or Ben and Jerry's? She grinned, then added, Or ice cream in general?

She could imagine Dean rolling his eyes. Ha ha, he sent back, sarcasm evident in the text. Ben and Jerry's

Her jaw almost dropped. What? That's crazy! It's the superior ice cream brand

Dean: Okay okay! I'll have to give it a try

She held down the text so she could react with a heart, then locked her phone and put it back down, resuming play on Tangled. After a few minutes went by, she got bored. She decided to grab a facemask from her bathroom and put it on and maybe do her nails. It had been a while since she had a nice, relaxing night. She picked one of her favorite clay masks and applied it, then picked a baby pink shade for her nails. When she pressed play on the movie again, Rapunzel was leaving her tower for the first time with Flynn. By the time they got to the Snuggly Duckling, her apartment's buzzer went off. She furrowed her eyebrows, paused her movie, and walked over to the intercom, trying not to touch anything with her wet nails. "Hello?" she said, pressing the speaker button.

"Hey, sweetheart. It's Dean. I come bearing gifts. Can I come up?"

Crap, she thought to herself as she remembered she still had her mask on. It hadn't dried yet, but there was no way she'd let Dean see her that way. She'd have to rinse the mask off before he got upstairs. "Yeah!" she said through the intercom. "Come on up!"

She buzzed him in and ran as quickly as she could to the bathroom. The mask was mint green, and she was bummed that she didn't get to have it long enough to do its job refreshing her skin. But there was no time to dwell. She washed the mask off -messing up her nails in the process- and patted her skin dry just as she heard the knock at her door. She ran over and whipped the door open. "Hi!" she said with a smile.

"Hey," Dean said. "I brought you something." She cocked her head to the side, and he lifted the grocery bag he was carrying. She was able to see through the plastic, and she smiled widely.

"Ice cream?" she said. He nodded, and she let him inside and closed the door behind him. He went into the kitchen and pulled out one pint of Cinnamon Buns and one pint of Milk and Cookies. "You didn't have to do that," she said, though she was so glad he did.

"I know," Dean said, placing a kiss on her forehead. When he pulled away, she noticed his eyebrows had furrowed.

"What?" she said. A smirk grew on Dean's face as he reached up and wiped his thumb on her forehead. He showed her his thumb which had a little smudge of green on it. "Crap," she muttered, putting her hand on her forehead.

Served her right for acting too hastily.

Dean laughed and put the ice cream in the fridge, then followed her into the bathroom where she went to wipe her face off again.

"What is it?" Dean asked her, leaning up against the doorframe as he watched her.

"I was doing a facemask," she said with a slight pout.

"Well why didn't you leave it on?" he asked.

"I looked weird!" she said. "My face was green like a martian."

"Your facemasks are green?" he asked.

"One of my facemasks is green," she said. "I have black ones and orange ones and clear ones and purple ones." Dean raised his eyebrows, and she just laughed and opened one of the drawers so she could lay out all of her facemasks. Dean whistled lowly before chuckling.

"What's the point of all these?" he asked.

"They do different things," she said. "Some of them are supposed to help your blackheads, and some are supposed to refresh you or make you feel cleaner. I think they're just fun." She looked up at him and bit her lower lip.

"What's that look for?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"You could do a facemask with me," she said, putting her hands behind her back.

Dean laughed. "Yeah. No way."

"Please?" she whined. "I think you'll like it. It'll make you feel so relaxed."

No. He would stand his ground. He wasn't going to let her-

"Please?" she said again. And then she had the audacity to flutter her eyelashes, and Dean jutted his jaw out and sighed.

"You're lucky you're cute," he said. Her smile broke across her face and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

And no. He did not blush.

"Alright," he said, clearing his throat. "Which one are you giving me?"

She picked out a clear sheet mask for him and decided to grab one for herself too since she wasn't able to let the clay one do its job. She opened the package and pursed her lips at Dean. "You're too tall," she said. "I can't put it on you when you're, like, half a foot taller than me." Dean grinned then licked his lips and moved to his knees in front of her. He was eye level with her stomach, and she couldn't help the way she shivered.

"Is this alright, sweetheart?" Dean asked, lightly squeezing her hips. She giggled nervously and jumped out of his touch.

"Mhm," she hummed. "That's better."

She forced herself to focus as she unfolded the mask and laid it on his face, making sure the eye holes and mouth hole were where they needed to be. She tried not to burst out laughing. She was sure the last thing this tough, rugged, 40-year-old man ever expected he would be doing on his knees in front of a girl was applying a face mask. "Are you laughing at me?" he asked, attempting a serious expression under the mask. She bit her lip and shook her head no. Dean stood up from the ground and took a step towards her. Her back immediately hit the wall. "Nowhere to run," he said. She licked her lips and put her hand on his chest.

"Well," she said, "you can't kiss me with the mask on. And that stays on for twenty minutes." Dean scoffed, and she gently pushed him away so she could sneak past him and put her own facemask on. Dean stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. They were standing in front of the mirror, and she couldn't help but grab her phone from the waistband of her sleep shorts. She opened up Snapchat and put one hand under her chin, snapping a picture of her and Dean. He laughed as she put a filter over it that said my face at 9:56 PM. She saved the picture and posted it to her story before she and Dean moved away from the mirror and went to sit on her bed in front of the TV.

"I'll grab the ice cream," Dean said.

"Spoons are in the drawer to the left of the sink," she told him. Dean came back with the two ice cream pints and spoons, handing her one of each. She looked and saw that he handed her Cinnamon Buns. She opened it at the same time that Dean opened his. She put the ice cream on the side table and got her phone out again.

"What're you doing?" Dean asked as he started to dig his spoon into the ice cream.

"I have to film this," she said. "This is a historic moment."

"It's ice cream."

"It's Ben and Jerry's!" she said back. "It's scientifically better than any other ice cream."

"Oh really?" Dean said patronizingly, cocking his head to the side.

"Yes," she said with a firm nod. "Ben-" Dean raised his eyebrows. "-co-creator of Ben and Jerry's," she clarified, "can't smell. And smell affects taste, so they put bigger chunks in it so he can at least feel their texture since he can't taste them."

Dean laughed. "Why do you know that?"

"Jeff Goldblum has a show on Disney+ and he talked about it on an episode," she said. Dean raised his eyebrows again and she rolled her eyes. "I like Jeff Goldblum and I like ice cream. Sue me. Now let me record your first bite."

"You know," Dean said, "as good as this might be, it's got nothing on, like, authentic gelato. You know that right?"

"Shut up and eat your ice cream."

Dean took his first bite of Milk and Cookies while she pointed her camera at him. He struggled to make sure his mask didn't slide off as he shoveled his spoon in his mouth. She looked at him expectantly, and Dean shrugged. "I've had better." Alice gasped and gave Dean a shove, still holding record on her phone. Dean laughed and pulled her onto his lap, and her finger slipped off the screen, promptly stopping the video. Her phone fell to the side as she straddled Dean's waist and played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. She wanted to kiss him, but she was not going to allow him to take the mask off. It would go against everything she had told him earlier. So, she adjusted herself on his lap and turned so she was facing the TV.

Dean held back a groan as she wiggled on his lap. He held her hips and watched as she picked up her phone, saved the video, and posted it to her story. She grabbed the ice cream she abandoned and took some of it with her spoon. They switched between ice cream flavors, sometimes feeding a spoonful to each other. After a while, they weren't hungry anymore, so Dean moved her off his lap and went to the kitchen to put the ice cream away before it started to melt.

It was time to take their masks off, so they went to the bathroom and took them off, throwing them in the trash. She rinsed her face off, patted it dry with a towel, and looked in the mirror to see Dean staring at her. "Why're you looking at me like that?" she asked, adjusting her shirt a bit.

"Sorry," Dean said, forcing his eyes to focus on hers again. "Just looking at your pajamas. They're different than the ones you wore when I was last here."

She chuckled. "Well yeah," she said. "I have lots of pajamas. Don't you?" Dean smirked and ruffled his hand through his hair.

"Well, I usually sleep in my boxers," he said. "So I guess I have a lot of pajamas, too." He could tell his words made her flustered by the way she blushed and looked away.

"Pajama sets are like a weakness for me," she admitted, quickly shifting the subject. "I buy them way too much."

Dean hummed in understanding, pulled his own mask off and rinsed his face, then dried it off before looking at her with a smile. "How do I look?" he asked.

"Refreshed," she teased. "You're glowing."

Dean's smile widened, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. "So," he asked, his lips so close they were tickling hers, "do I get that kiss now?" She giggled and put her hands on his cheeks.

"Mm, that is what I said, isn't it?" she said. Dean scoffed and leaned down to press his lips to hers. She kissed him back, letting her thumbs brush across his smooth skin. Dean surprised her by lifting her up and sitting her on the bathroom counter. She hooked her ankles around his waist and slid her hands to the back of his head, holding him closer to her. His hands moved under the back of her shirt, resting his palms on the small of her back. His hands were rough, covered in calluses he must've accumulated over the years. She wondered how. Office work didn't usually result in beaten hands.

And why was she thinking about this right now?

When they parted, she let her forehead rest against his. He chuckled and pecked her lips once more before stepping back so she could jump off the counter. "Alright," he said, "I gotta know how that movie ends."

They ended up back in bed, Dean's arm wrapped around her, holding her close to him. She had her head rested on his collarbone, and he kept trailing his fingers up and down her arm. She absolutely hated how badly she wanted to kiss him. She could hardly control the urge she had to hop on his lap and suck his face like her life depended on it. She hadn't even realized she had been wiggling so much until Dean squeezed her hip. "Why're you so squirmy?" he teased. She looked up at him as he ran his tongue across his lower lip.

She took a deep breath and sat up, straddling his waist. His hands immediately landed on her hips, and the playful glint in his eyes had vanished. She kept her hands braced on his shoulders as she leaned forward and kissed him. She slid her tongue past his lips, and he moaned and moved one hand to the back of her head. She didn't notice the way her hips had begun grinding against his, but she did notice the moan that escaped Dean's lips. He pulled away from her and started kissing down her neck.

His hand that was resting on her waist slid up slowly, palming her breast over her shirt. She let out a shaky breath and rolled her hips against his again. "Sweetheart," Dean said, fighting back another moan. "Ah fuck, you're killing me."

"Sorry," she whispered, stilling her hips and resting her forehead on his shoulder. "I just, I wasn't thinking." She let out a surprised gasp that quickly turned into a moan when Dean pinched her nipple through her shirt. He knew what was going on. Exactly what was going on, and he was sure she knew it too. She was just too embarrassed to say it.

Dean started kissing her neck again. "It's okay," he muttered. He grabbed one of her thighs and moved it to rest in between his legs so she was straddling his thigh instead of his hips. She wasn't meeting his eyes, so he lifted her chin to make her look at him. Instead of saying anything, he pressed his lips to hers. He bit her lower lip, drawing out a soft whimper. He started kissing her neck and tugged at the hem of her shirt. "Can I take this off?" he whispered. Dean noticed her grip on his shoulders tightened. He moved his face from her neck so he could look at her again. "You remember what I said yesterday?" he asked. "I don't want you to be nervous around me, and I never want to make you uncomfortable. You can say no. You can always say no to me."

Alice swallowed nervously, and Dean stroked her cheek. His lips curved up in a small smile. "I can just see you're a little-" He hesitated with a chuckle. "-frustrated." The apples of her cheeks turned pink, and she hung her head again. He lifted her chin. "You can say no," he said. She took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her lips.

"Can you take yours off first?" she asked. She didn't want to be the only one without some clothes on, and even though she knew showing him her breasts was a lot different than him showing off his pecs, she didn't want to be alone. Luckily, Dean was sweet. He smiled and placed a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Course," he said. She pulled back from him so that he could grab the collar of his shirt and pull it over his head. He tossed it to the side and ruffled a hand through his hair. She put her hands on his chest and ran her fingers over a tattoo that was on his left pec. It was a star in a circle with some sort of black waves around the circumference.

"I like this," she whispered.

Dean chuckled. "Thanks. It's kind of a, uh, family crest." She nodded and still didn't meet his eyes.

Okay, she thought to herself. It's not a big deal.

She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, immediately looking down rather than meeting his eyes. "Hey," Dean whispered, "look at me." She did. He pinched her chin and smiled. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart."

She never did this sort of thing. She was with Greg for almost two years, and it took her almost a year to feel comfortable without her shirt on in front of him, and that was as far as they ever got. She had known Dean for a week, and she was already submitting to what he said, melting under his words and soft touch.

She was already in deep.

Dean kissed her, cradling her head in his hand, before trailing his lips down her neck. She felt him suck and leave a mark on her skin before kissing it and moving down to her breasts. He noticed a scar on her upper left side. "What's this?" he muttered, letting his thumb brush across the mark. She flinched, and he stopped kissing her chest to look up at her.

"'S nothing," she said, shaking her head. "I'll tell you another time."

He nodded, respecting her boundaries, and moved his left hand to knead her breast, pinching her nipple as she let out a shaky breath. He kept doing that while bringing his lips down to her right nipple. The feeling made a shiver run up her back, and she instinctively put her hand on the back of his head. She could feel him smile as he flicked her nipple with his tongue, sucking it between his lips until it was hard. He switched actions then, putting his mouth on her left nipple and keeping his hand on her right.

Soon enough, she was grinding down on his thigh. Her movements were nervous and hesitant. Dean pulled his lips away from her chest and put his hands on her hips to start guiding her movements. He made sure she moved slowly but firmly, dragging her clit up and down his thigh. She could feel whimpers in her throat, and she was embarrassed by how much she liked what was happening. She rested her forehead on Dean's shoulder and continued moving her hips with his hands. "You look so pretty like this," Dean muttered, kissing her shoulder softly. "Does it feel good, sweetheart?"

"Mhm," she hummed. "Feels, feels so good." Her fingers that were gripping his shoulders started digging their nails into his skin as she let out a soft cry. She could feel something building inside her. She may never have orgasmed before, but she wasn't so naive that she didn't know what was happening.

"Dean," she breathed out. She buried her face in his neck, and her eyes were squeezed shut.

"That's it, baby," he said. "Cum on my thigh." Her breath caught in her throat as the coil inside her snapped. She whimpered his name, and her nails dug stripes across his shoulder. Dean praised her softly in her ear, and he helped her slow the movement of her hips to a stop.

She was breathing heavily, her body collapsed against him. Dean wrapped his arms around her and ran his fingers up and down her spine. "Good girl," he cooed. He kissed her cheek, and she let out a breathy laugh.

"Wow," she whispered. "I can honestly say I didn't expect this when you brought ice cream to my door."

He laughed. "Neither did I." He kept tracing her spine. "Was that okay?"

"Yeah," she said, her voice coming out barely more than a mere breath. She laughed lightly. "I think I'm gonna put on some other pajamas." He chuckled and kissed her cheek again.

"Not a bad idea," he said.

Alice got out of bed and walked over to her drawers to get out a new pair of pajamas. She excused herself to the bathroom, and as soon as the door was closed, Dean let out a heavy breath. His cock was throbbing in his shorts, and all he wanted was to take care of it. Instead, he forced himself to think of anything to get his mind off of it.

By the time she came back out of the bathroom, he had gotten his erection under control. He smiled at Alice. The look on her face was a mixture of post-orgasmic bliss and pure innocence. He had never seen a look like that on anyone's face before, and it was so cute on her. She walked over to the bed, seeming somewhat nervous. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to," she said, playing with the hem of her shirt. "But, you can if you do want to."

Part of her felt pathetic for saying it. How needy was that? Sure, a small part of her wanted him to stay. Okay, maybe a big part of her, but that was so clingy. She quickly shook her head. "Nevermind," she said. "You don't, I mean, like, you can stay, but I totally get that you probably don't-"

"Alice," Dean said with a chuckle. "Do you want me to stay?" She shrugged, her teeth worrying into her upper lip like they so often did. Dean shook his head with a grin and patted the bed next to him as he got under the covers. "You're on breakfast duty tomorrow," he said.

She tried not to show how eager she was as she skipped over to bed and got in beside him. She immediately cuddled up to his chest as he put his arm around her. He kissed the top of her head, and she hummed contently. "Goodnight, Dean," she whispered.

He smiled. "Goodnight."

He may not've known what his endgame was, but one thing was for sure.

He was already in deep.

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A/N - I never thought I’d find a video of Jensen doing a face mask but here we are

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