#like hes three times as tall as pep but hes a little one. hes small. hes so small. and he went through tha horrors!!!

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can we all agree larry gets big

spaders barefoot because his boots didnt die with him

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war of clarity. / levi ackerman x f!reader

for @levievent #levimonth24. (day nine: soulmate au / day six: love at first sight)

pairing: captain levi ackerman x f!scout reader word count: 1.6k summary: They say finding your soulmate is like getting a migraine. When you've lived with chronic pain your whole life, the legends seem like a joke.

tags: soulmate au, love at first sight, mild language, reader has a chronic pain/illness condition, migraines/headaches credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

They say when you meet your soulmate, the pain is worse than a migraine.

A rush of blood to the head so twisting, blinding, that the colors of the world bleed together and bleach white; then suddenly, clarity.

Funny enough, you’ve suffered through your entire life with ear-splitting headaches.

(Call it a cruel twist of fate.)

If this were the case — if being in pain from your earliest known memories in childhood all the way into enlisting in the cadets meant that you were playing the long game to experience the myth of finding The One — then you’d be quick to joke that everyone you’ve ever met could be your soulmate.

The girls in your bunk that offer to press a cold, wet rag to your forehead when the worst of your chronic illness hits — unlikely.

The boys failing at their ODM aptitude tests, where you zip by with flying colors — absolutely not.

You push—

Through training.

Through graduation.

Through choosing the Scouts, because for some reason it feels like the most noble option.

(The one that will make a difference, pushing past what’s beyond the Walls.)

So when you finally make it to the ranks, the emerald cloak draped across your taut shoulders like a badge of honor, you expect that continued dull ache in the base of your skull to follow you until your final days.

A comfort, really, to remind you that you’re still alive.

(If it’s quiet, then you’re probably dead.)

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— —

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  They call him Humanity’s Strongest.

That much you’ve heard through the grapevine; a man of unbelievable strength and resolve, an unstoppable myth in the very flesh. If there is anyone to strive towards, to look towards, it’s him. 

He’s resilient. Bold.

Lethal.

And you don’t care that he’s visiting your small squadron on the Special Operations in the early morning hours of this mundane Sunday, not when you’ve woken up with the most vile headache you’ve had in quite some time.

It takes all of the effort in the world to drag yourself out of your cot, breaking out in a cold sweat as you beg the pain to ease up a little.

The importance of this moment isn’t lost on you.

Special Ops is where you’ve hoped you’d end up.

After fighting tooth and nail to place within the top ten of your graduating class, you refuse to let your body win this fight.

Most of your squad has already scrambled outside, tripping over their knee-high boots and fastening worn leather in order to get a glimpse of Captain Levi.

You just barely make it out of the barracks in time for your visitor’s arrival, shrugging your tan cropped jacket over your shoulders with immense effort.

The sun.

(Why the fuck did it have to be sunny again?)

Nostrils flaring, you slowly make your way to the line-up of your comrades as they stand shoulders back, chins tall, to greet the incoming troop of horses.

“Attention!”

Your squad leader’s voice rings out, and you manage to step your way in line with the rest of your colleagues.

With considerable effort, you lift your chin and keep your eyes closed against the rays of the morning light.

Horses whinny as they come to a halt in the dehydrated earth beneath your boot.

Two or three octaves of grunts can be heard as the representatives from the Special Ops squad make their descent from their saddles.

A few minutes.

Just a few more minutes and you can return to the barracks where it’s cool, it’s darker, it’s—

“At ease,” a deeper, baritone voice rings out against your mental pep talk.

Bored, as if already disinterested in being here.

It forces your eyes to open, despite yourself.

White.

The sun seems blinding, like you’ve somehow lost your vision in the process of squeezing your eyes so tight — until the world returns.

When your eyes catch black fringe cascading over a gray, narrowed gaze, you let out an exhale you weren’t aware you were holding.

Your mind, oftentimes its own hurricane, eases to the eye of the storm.

And there is…

Nothing.

No pain in the base of your skull.

No sensitivity to the sun that beats down on the halved squad that has come to visit to discuss an upcoming mission that your squadron can assist with.

No jolting pain from a bird chirping, or the huffs of exertion exiting like clouds out of the horses’ mouths, or the murmured excitement from your colleagues that feel intimidating to be even near the man who turns on the heel of his boot to stare the six of you down.

It’s him.

It’s really him, that’s Captain Levi.

His bluish-gray eyes blink down the line of bodies willing to lay down their lives for the cause, acknowledging each person —

Until they find you.

You see it: the way his fist bunches against the leather reigns in his hand, how the muscles of his neck tense when his jaw clenches, the whites of his eyes growing as he stares.

Right. At. You.

Suddenly your stomach bottoms out, but not out of nausea — terror.

A rush of blood to the head so twisting—

No.

—blinding, that the colors of the world bleed together and bleach white—

It can’t be real.

—then suddenly—

The noise ceases.

All you can do is stare back.

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— —

  Clarity.

— —

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.

  The silence knocks you off your axis for the rest of the day.

Everyone is so much quieter than you anticipated.

What used to be deafening now sounds at a normal octave. 

Your colleagues aren’t boisterous, or inconsiderate, or even loud. 

They’re just a baseline of noise, a soundtrack to the soup you stare at in the mess hall without an appetite.

You even enjoy the dimly lit warmth of the lanterns surrounding the building where you sit alone.

The other five of your squad are bombarding a woman and a man — you think they’re called Petra and Oluo — about their adventures outside of the Walls.

You only realize someone is moving into your space when the wooden chair screeches against the floor of the hall, waking you from a trance.

When your chin lifts, you know who it is already.

You may know nothing about him, but your heart thrums like it does.

Like you’ve known him your whole life.

His jaw is set, expression in an eternal scowl as he drops down unceremoniously in front of you. You idle your hold on your spoon, no longer interested in swirling the utensil like you plan to take a bite.

It’s too much.

It’s so—

“You should eat.”

That honey-smooth voice breaks your thoughts. 

When he had first arrived in the courtyard on horseback, it was gruff. Devoid of emotion.

Now? It’s just under his breath, tickling your ears. Soft.

Concerned.

“Not really hungry,” you confess to the stranger — this Captain Levi — unable to look away.

You see his jaw tense before he inhales, slow and measured through his nose.

“If soup isn’t your ideal, then I can give you my share. Your leader went overboard with spoiling us.”

“Did they?”

“Yeah, shit’s annoying.”

You aren’t sure why you huff through your nose in amusement, but you do. The blunt curse takes you by surprise.

“Why’s it annoying to be offered the good food?” you ask without thinking.

“Because there’s no reason to give my squad special treatment,” he reasons shortly. “We’re all running into the same shitstorm no matter the rank.”

Oh.

So he’s admirable on top of his resilience.

Your heart feels like it’s growing on overdrive with each syllable, but you hold back anything beyond a bland smile in return.

Setting the spoon down, you let your palm rest against the wooden table’s surface.

Silence.

He’s still studying you like you’re a war plan, a strategy he has to conquer.

“I don’t understand,” he finally states out of the blue, baritone voice softer this time.

“What… don’t you understand, sir?”

“Don’t.”

The command causes your stomach to flip. Captain Levi’s shoulders deflate as he shakes his head.

“Don’t… use that, for me. Not when we—”

He cuts himself off, dropping his attention to your chin.

No.

Your lips.

“Not when we, what?” you ask after a pregnant pause, though you’re afraid to ask.

Visibly swallowing, the Captain shakes his head. “Thought maybe it was a myth.”

So he did feel it.

(An overwhelming flare that consumed the sun.)

“I thought it was, too,” you confess after some time, keeping the conversation quiet between the two of you. “I just — it never happened, for me. And I’m prone to migraines—”

“Migraines?” he repeats, eyes narrowing to temporary slits.

“Yeah,” you breathe humorlessly. “By legend, it meant that everyone was my soulmate.”

There.

Laid bare on the table between you, the word makes the confessional.

Two strangers with an invisible string, warring with the reality of clarity before them. You may not know this man, and he may not know you, but suddenly the only thing in your world that brings you peace is the sight of his face and the sound of his voice.

“But it was never them,” you add after a beat. “All my life, it was never them. The only person who ever broke through that haze was you.”

Yet Levi doesn’t flinch. 

All he does is nod, as if resigned to the idea, before reaching over for your hand. 

Wordlessly he picks it up from the table, uncurls your fingers, and places the spoon back in its center. For a minute he pauses, his thumb running along your knuckles as if to commit them to memory.

“Eat,” he urges like it’ll break him. “Eat, and tell me about yourself.”

.

authors note:

Thank you so much for reading! This one shot was unbeta'd and written in an hour as an exercise for Levi Month '24, so I hope you enjoyed my take on the soulmate au.

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Just A Date (m.b)

Enjoy!

“Do I really have to go?” Matt grumbled looking at his friend. This had to be the third time that one of the guys had tried to set him up with a girl. He was done with it, he didn’t want to go on anymore.

“Yes. She’s not from around here. Plus you haven’t been on a date in like two months. It’s time to get back in the saddle.” Jack tried pepping his friend up. He was the one who suggested to guys they should do this. After all, he was the one who found out first.

“Bolds it’s just one date in public and if you don’t like her then we don’t have to speak of this ever again.” Trevor piped up looking over at Jack with a knowing look. “But if I’m being honest I think you’re gonna like this one.”

It wasn’t exactly true. Matt had been on a date recently. The day before they had left Minnesota, he had taken Y/N on a little outing to the Stone Arch Bridge. They had agreed to the terms of hiding their relationship from their friends and taking it slowly. They just wanted time before they got bombarded with questions and stuff from the guys.

As of right now Matt thought the two of you were doing a decent job of hiding the relationship. You wanted separate rooms, no kiss, and most of all no sneaking around. But boy was he wrong.

“Fine. One more.” Matt conceded. He guessed these were the repercussions of not telling them that you and him were in love with each other. It did make him a little happier and willing to “try” one more time knowing they would stop pestering him about it.

“Quinny do I have to?” You whined as Quinn was helping you prepare for the date you didn’t want to go on, but had agreed to go on anyway to appease your friend. You’d much prefer to go on a date with your lover instead of potentially breaking this poor man’s heart.

“No backing out. You already promised. Here it is!” Quinn finally found the dress he was looking for, a simple baby blue short summer dress. It was Matt’s favorite dress on you. You wanted to protest wearing it, but you were already being pushed towards the bathroom to change. “I have a strong feeling you're going to like this guy. I can already see wedding bells.” He joked.

“Ha. Wedding bells eh?” Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. You would have to tell Matt that one later, he’d get a kick out of it. You also made a mental note to message him explaining the set up Quinn made for you.

~

Getting out of the car Quinn mentioned that you would know who your date was when you saw him. That gave you a feeling of butterflies mixed with a strange feeling you already knew who your date was. Your smile grew when you spotted the handsome tall blonde hockey player sitting at a table by himself looking like he was waiting for someone. This date was about to get a lot better.

Matt started laughing when he saw you approaching his table. He should have known that the guys would do something like this.

“Hey lover.” You giggled sitting opposite of Matt. All your previous butterflies gone as you took comfort in holding his hand once again.

“Cutie.” He chimed in taking in your beauty. He didn’t know how long he would last with you wearing that dress, it was his favorite after all. “We should have guessed they would try something like this.”

“Maybe it’s time we just tell them that we’ve been dating for a couple of months now. Since the cat is kind of out of the bag now.” You leaned over the small round table to kiss your boyfriend. “Do you think it was Shawzy or Dewey who blabbed?”

~

“You’re late.” Jack poked at his brother as he got in the back of the car. The three boys had made a plan to meet up and spy on Matt and Y/N’s date.

“I know but it’s not my fault. Y/N wouldn’t get out of the car.” Quinn adjusted himself in the back trying to get comfortable. “I couldn’t find a parking spot. Did I miss anything good?”

“Not really it’s been mainly them just smiling at each other like two kids in love. It’s kind of sickening actually.” Trevor made a gagging noise.

“Oh look! There’s something good.” Jack pointed to the couple as they kissed.

“Do you think they know we know?” Trevor raised his phone to snap a picture of their friend kissing.

Please let me know what ya’ll think! I’d love to hear your thoughts, comments and complaints!

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chapter thirty-six — a secret place

➝ there is no place in the world where elisabeth felt more at peace. and she was looking forward to sharing it with the man she loved.

➝ word count: 4,2k

➝ warnings: smut

AUGUST, 2017

It was still early when Elisabeth dismounted her horse at the family’s stables after her usual early-morning hack. The bay gelding breathed heavily and snorted a little as Elisabeth led him into his stall to cool down for a while before he’d be turned out into the pasture for the day. They’d taken a long ride, and it was already quite warm outside.

— We're getting better at this, aren't we, boy? I know it’s been a while — Elisabeth said, smiling as she stroked his forelock and patted his muzzle. 

She had learned to ride as a young girl, taught by her uncle Tillman, but she hadn’t managed to do it on a regular basis, considering she didn't have access to horses in Vienna. However, every time Elisabeth was in Ibiza, she made a point of taking one of the family’s horses for daily rides around the island, usually in the early hours of the morning, just as the sun was coming up. 

Her favorite was Simó, the Arabian she’d taken out that morning. He was calm and easy to ride, with a smooth gait, but didn’t hesitate to go into a gallop when asked. Those moments of peace and quiet, with only the sounds of birdsong and hoofbeats, gave her the kind of peace that she couldn't remember feeling in a long time.

It was a peace she only found in Ibiza.

After closing Simó into his stall and asking Pep, the stableman, to feed and water him after he’d had a chance to cool down, Elisabeth left the barn and walked back up to her parents' house, thinking about the tall glass of ice water she was going to drink as soon as she got inside. Then, she would go upstairs to take a shower to get rid of the layer of sweat that was causing her shirt to cling to her back. She didn’t have any plans beyond that, which was the beauty of being in Ibiza.

Climbing the stairs to the porch, Elisabeth used the boot jack by the front door to pull off her tall riding boots so she didn’t have to hear complaints about tracking dust and straw from the stables inside. She stepped inside in just her socks and padded silently towards the kitchen, smiling when she realized that she could hear the sounds of laughter echoing through the house. “Someone must have woken up by now”, she thought.

— Speaking of Elisabeth — Marlene said, smiling when she saw her daughter rounding the corner into the kitchen — Good morning, Elschen.

Marlene was sitting at the kitchen table with Niki and Lukas. At their feet, Felix and Shivas were accompanied by Lella, Lukas’ new Weimaraner puppy. All three dogs ran over to her as she stood in the doorway, their tails wagging excitedly.

— Good morning — Elisabeth replied, smiling, bending down to pet the dogs as they jockeyed for prime position for pats and scratches.

— Did you go on a ride? — Niki asked.

— Yes, I left early — she said, looking up at her father with a small smile. After giving attention to all the dogs, Elisabeth got up from where she was kneeling, and went to the fridge to get some water. Lukas was saying something about their uncle and the horses.

— Do you want something to eat, dear? — Marlene asked — I made sure Ximena bought that jam you like. 

The prospect of enjoying a slice of fresh sourdough bread spread with a thick smear of apricot jam was tempting, but she wasn’t hungry. She never seemed to be very hungry in the mornings, usually only having a cup of coffee before work, but even that was unthinkable at that moment, given how hot she was.

— No, thank you, mom. I'm going upstairs now to take a shower.

Leaving the kitchen behind, Elisabeth went upstairs to the hallway bathroom, where she took a long shower, scrubbing the smell of the stables off of her with the fresh-smelling body wash she’d brought. After drying off and wrapping herself in a yellow towel, she went to her bedroom, carefully pushing the door open and stepping inside. 

The room wasn't big, but it was cozy. It had a big dark wood dresser next to a window that overlooked the garden in the house’s backyard. There were several shelves along the walls, with framed photos of her with her family when she was younger, vases filled with seashells she’d collected on the island’s beaches as a child, and a few books she’d read as a teenager. Elisabeth hadn't bothered changing the decor much since she was in high school, preferring to leave it looking like a room in a beachside home. There was one significant difference between now and her teenage years, though, in that there was a shirtless, sleeping man in her bed. 

Toto.

The crushing pressure of the F1 season had been wearing on both of them, and they were both desperate for peace and quiet, at least for a few days. Niki's invitation couldn't have come at a better time. Without hesitation, they packed their bags, picked up Benedict and Rosa, and flew to the island a few days later.

The moment they arrived in Ibiza had been special for Elisabeth. None of the Wolffs — neither Toto nor his children — had ever been to the island, so she could show it to them through her eyes, telling stories of her childhood as she pointed out the places on the island that were so familiar and special to her.  Hearing their giggles as she told them a story about the time she decided to try and walk across the rocky beach in her smooth-soled riding boots and fell made Elisabeth’s heart warm.

The days so far had gone at an unhurried pace, like all days in Ibiza did. Talking about work was forbidden, so they occupied themselves with other things. Elisabeth had already taken the three of them to visit her uncle and see the paintings that her grandfather had made of the island. She taught Ben and Rosi the basics of riding horses and had Simó trot them around the paddock. They spent an amazing afternoon on a boat on the Balearic Sea, where Elisabeth was brave enough to try out wakeboarding for the first time. She had a blast, even though she took some tumbles in the process. 

She sat down on the edge of the bed and gently ran her fingers down Toto’s arm, tracing one of his veins all the way to his chest. Before long, his eyelids fluttered open, and he smiled sleepily at her.

— Good morning, sleepyhead — she said softly as his hand took hers.

— Good morning, Liesl — Toto answered, placing a delicate kiss on her fingers — You got up early today.

— Yes, I took Simó and went for a ride, to see the sunrise. I got back about forty-five minutes ago.

He smiled.

— That's your worst flaw, you know?

— What is? — Elisabeth asked.

— Being such an early bird.

She laughed.

— That's a flaw?

— Yes. Because instead of getting up early and playing with your horse, you could have stayed here in bed with me.

— And what would we do here?

— This — he said, as he pulled her by the waist so she fell on top of him. She laughed as he rolled both of them over so he was on top of her, pressing kisses all over her face and neck as he tickled her sides, making her scream with more laughter.

— Toto!

— What? I'm just showing you what we could do if you’d stayed here — he said, before taking her lips in a delicate kiss, affectionately cupping her face with one of his hands, running his finger along her jawline. After a few seconds, Toto sat up, smiling down at Elisabeth — Isn't that better than riding around on a horse?

— Much better — Elisabeth replied, as Toto bent down to kiss her again.

The two of them cuddled in bed for a bit, and Elisabeth argued that she didn’t want to have sex with her parents and brother downstairs. Finally, Toto agreed to get up and get dressed so they could go downstairs to spend time with Elisabeth’s family and the kids.

The rest of the morning was the kind of slow, leisurely morning that Elisabeth adored but did not get to indulge in very often. After breakfast, she and Toto sat on the porch in the sunshine, sipping coffee and watching Benedict and Rosi play with the dogs. Around lunchtime, Mathias arrived with Claire and his children, who had joined in with Benedict, Rosi, and the dogs. 

— Good morning, Elschen — her brother said, as he climbed the porch with his family’s suitcases. He smiled pleasantly at her, and she did not return a greeting.

— Good morning — she murmured, as she stood up from where she had been sitting on the stairs. It seemed like a good time to see if Marlene and Ximena, who had worked for the family in Ibiza for years, needed help in the kitchen.

They prepared a shrimp paella for lunch, and had a traditional post-lunch siesta. Elisabeth woke up in Toto's arms, and smiled. An idea sprang to mind shortly after she woke up, leading to her climbing out of bed to change her clothes.

She roused him from his nap.

— Dear? — she whispered.

Toto let out a sleepy grunt as he rubbed his eyes.

— Get up, I want to take you somewhere.

— Now?

— Yes, now.

He sat up in bed, running a hand through his hair.

— Why?

— You’ll see. Just put on something comfortable and some shoes that are good for walking and meet me downstairs. 

After a few minutes of grumbling, Toto got up and dressed, and followed Elisabeth to the car she had rented at the airport, which was parked in front of her parents' house. Then, they took off driving toward the western part of the island. Twenty minutes later, Elisabeth stopped the car in an open area that looked like it was a parking lot for tourists.

— Are we there?  — Toto asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

— Not yet — she smiled, taking the key out of the ignition — Come with me.

She took him along a path that ran along the coast of the island, laughing every time Toto complained about how far they had already walked, remarking that he would probably need to see a doctor after their trip, as his knees were hurting so much. However, all that time listening to him complain was worth it when Elisabeth turned and saw the expression on his face when she told him that they had arrived.

She’d brought him to Cala es Portitxol, a beach that was practically a secret kept by the locals, as tourists rarely frequented it. The water was an incredible shade of turquoise that practically begged to be dived into, especially after the almost hour-long walk 

— This is…

— Pretty, isn't it? — she completed, looking at Toto, eager for an answer.

— More than pretty. It's beautiful — he replied, smiling at her — How did you know about this place?

— When you spend as much time here as I have, you get to know a few things — Elisabeth said, taking his hand — Come on.

They followed the rest of the trail right to the rocky shore. Just as Elisabeth was hoping, it was completely deserted. It didn’t look like the fishermen's houses that were near the shore were presently occupied. “Perfect”, she thought, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

They stood right on the shoreline, contemplating the landscape and the sound of the waves lapping against the rocks, neither of them saying anything. Toto decided to sit down on the rocks to “catch his breath”, he says. However, Elisabeth had another idea.

She began to undress. First, her sneakers and socks, then her t-shirt and shorts. She put all of her clothes in a pile next to Toto, and noticed that he was watching her intently. She had put a bikini on under her clothes, fully intending to go swimming, but since nobody else was around, another idea came to mind.

— What are you doing? — Toto asked, as soon as he saw her untie the knot at the back of her neck.

— I'm going for a swim — Elisabeth replied, tossing her bikini top toward the pile.

— Naked?

She bent down, sliding her bikini bottoms down her legs. The breeze that came from the sea, along with the butterflies she felt in her stomach when doing something forbidden, made her skin tingle and erupt into goosebumps.

— What’s wrong with that? — Elisabeth said, looking at Toto. His gaze was lost on her body, taking in every detail, his mouth slightly agape. Realizing that he was too shocked to respond, she decided to make one last provocation. Throwing the bikini bottoms she had in her hand in his face, Elisabeth shot towards the water, not noticing the temperature change with the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Diving into the sea, she managed to recapture the same feeling inside her chest that she had every time she was in Ibiza when she was younger. It was as if those waters were capable of washing away all the sadness, fear, and anxiety she was holding onto. It was as if, the moment she set foot in Ibiza, the awkward teenager inside of her that was afraid of being an “ugly duckling” never existed in the first place.

There, she was simply a happy-go-lucky girl like she had been as a child.

She stayed underwater for a few seconds, turning her head towards the shore when she resurfaced. Toto had been sitting on the rocky beach when she dove in, but now, the spot next to where her clothes were piled on the rocks was empty. Her eyes scanned around, fearing the worst for a moment when she saw no trace of Toto, but her dread was dashed when a pair of hands wrapped around her waist and made her squeal.

Emerging from the water, Toto had a wide smile of satisfaction.

— Did I scare you?

— Yes, you idiot — she replied, turning around and patting him on the shoulder — Don't do that again.

He laughed.

— I just wanted to surprise you, since you decided to surprise me.

— Your idea of a surprise is disappearing?

Toto brought his face close to hers.

— My idea of a surprise is joining the crazy adventures my pretty little girl comes up with.

Elisabeth glanced down, holding back a smile. The refractions of the light on the water prevented her from getting a clear view, but as far as she could tell, he had left his clothes behind.

— Are you naked?

Toto shrugged.

— I didn't want to get my clothes wet.

— Even your underwear?

— Even my underwear — he replied, pulling Elisabeth closer, brushing his nose against his. There was a certain sweetness in the way Toto pulled her so close, his dark eyes fixed on hers — I take it you didn't want to get your bikini wet either.

Elisabeth wrapped her arms around his neck.

— I just wanted to do something different, since we’re alone here.

— You mean crazy, right?

— You think this is crazy?

— Well, considering that the first time you slept with me, you woke up in the morning, wrapped yourself in the duvet, leaving me uncovered in the cold to go to the bathroom to get dressed so I wouldn’t see you naked, seeing you jumping naked into the sea is a huge improvement. It even makes me wonder where that shy woman I met at Edvard went.

Elisabeth smiled. The night they had spent together in Sochi had been a memorable one. They had spent so much time teasing each other that they were both desperate to finally get together. Their first kiss had the effect of unleashing their pent-up mutual desire such that it seemed impossible to quell. All of the satisfaction they could provide each other wasn’t enough for them that night.

They wanted more from each other. Always more.

However, the next morning was different. As soon as she woke up, Elisabeth realized what she had done. She'd had sex with Toto. She was completely naked on his bed. She was disheveled and her makeup from the night before was smeared. When she realized the state she was in, a strange feeling filled her chest, like all of her insecurities started nagging at her at once. She felt almost ashamed.

“I need to get dressed”, she thought.

Elisabeth slid silently across the bed wrapped herself in the blanket Toto had thrown over them before passing out the night before, tiptoeing to the bathroom and picking up her discarded clothes and panties on the way.

— Liesl — Toto grunted, tugging at the edge of the duvet — It's cold.

— But I need to get dressed.

— You need to take the blanket for that?

She stared at him. After a few seconds, Toto sat up in bed, running a hand through his hair. He realized why she was covering up.

— Elisabeth, there's nothing there that I haven't already seen. It’s a bit late for modesty. 

Something tightened in her throat.

— But, it's just... There are some things I don't like... And you might not like it either...

An incredulous chuckle escaped his mouth.

— Liesl, if you're talking about stretch marks, cellulite, those sorts of things, I don't care. They are what make you you. And I'm crazy about every inch of your body, every bit.

Elisabeth turned to the bed again with a half smile on her lips.

— You are? — she questioned in a low voice — Like, really?

— Of course, Liesl. I like the little blonde hairs on your lower belly, the scar on your thigh, the birthmark on your hip. I like your tattoo on your shoulder and the little hole you have at the top of your navel, even though I wasn’t expecting you to be a woman who has tattoos and piercings. 

— Why wouldn't I be?

— Because you don't look like a rebellious girl.

— Well, I had a phase…

— A phase, huh? — he asked, pulling the blanket and consequently Elisabeth towards the bed.

— Yes. As soon as I went to university. Of legal age, living alone — she replied. At that point, Elisabeth was already lying back on the bed, curled up in Toto's arms — Although I think you're  bringing out that rebellious side of me again.

— Me? — he asked, chuckling.

— Yes, you.

— Good to know, my rebel girl — Toto replied, and then kissed her.

He definitely brought out Elisabeth's more impulsive side.

Even worse than that was the fact that she loved it.

— You destroyed that shy woman — she whispered — You just destroyed her that night in Sochi.

He smiled.

— Good — Toto replied, inching forward to kiss her. The salty taste of his lips and the delicacy with which he touched her under the water, led Elisabeth to get closer. With her chest pressed against his, she surrendered herself to him, her fingers tightening on his wet skin as they bobbed with the waves.

Pulling his face away, panting, Toto brought a hand to her face.

— Come with me.

They returned to the shore, running to where the clothes were piled up. However, if Toto’s intention was to find a space to accommodate them, Elisabeth completely dismissed it. She threw herself at him, all it took was a whisper to have Toto sit up and she straddled him, her fingers buried in her dark hair and her knees pressed against the pebbles on the beach. As she kissed him, Elisabeth felt her skin grow almost feverish, her pulse roaring in her ears, her desire growing by the second.

As if he knew what she needed, Toto lifted her hips, his lips moving down Elisabeth's sternum, nibbling the skin between her breasts. Then, positioning his own cock at her entrance, he pulled her down on top of him, slowly penetrating her.

— Fuck — she said through clenched teeth, tipping her head back. No matter how many times the two of them had sex, those first few seconds were always maddening.

— Are you okay? — Toto asked softly, his fingers pressing into the curve of her ass.

— Yes — Elisabeth murmured, before kissing him again. She moved her hips slowly and experimentally, seeking out the most pleasurable rhythm. It didn't take long for her to find it, sighing each time she felt him move inside her, her eyes rolling back as Toto tucked his head into the crook of her neck, muffling the growls that escaped his throat.

As she started moving faster, Elisabeth began to feel the bubble of pleasure begin to grow inside her belly, her fingers gripping Toto's shoulders more firmly, seeking support. Suddenly, Toto tightened his grip on Elisabeth’s hips, preventing her from continuing to thrust. Then, he reversed their position, placing her lying on the rocks, supporting her head with one of his hands.

— Let me help you — Toto whispered, before lifting one of her legs and taking over the work.

With her eyes half closed and a fog of pleasure growing thicker in her mind, Elisabeth no longer knew where she ended and where Toto began. In that mess of legs, arms, kisses, and moans, they were one, in search of the same goal, the same mutual pleasure.

Feeling her legs start to shake, one of Elisabeth's hands slid down his back, towards his butt, the nails sinking into the skin as a silent request for him not to stop. And Toto obeyed, speeding up the thrusts even more and bringing his fingers to brush against her clit.

She didn't have to say anything to let him know that she was close. There was such harmony between the two that it only took a gasp for him to know that Elisabeth was almost there.

— Come for me, my love — Toto panted.

Then, the bubble of pleasure burst, the ecstasy spreading through her body like the waves that were crashing into the rocks next to them. Arching her spine, Elisabeth whimpered softly, her lips pressed together in an attempt to keep the moans from escaping. The feeling was always overwhelming, no matter how many times they had sex. And Elisabeth couldn't get enough of it, she just couldn't get enough of it.

As she returned to her senses, Toto finally reached his own orgasm, taking her lips in a way to stifle his own moans as he came inside her. His hips quickly slowed down, until he finally stopped, still inside Elisabeth. Pulling his face away from hers, Elisabeth saw that he was smiling. 

— Are you okay?

— Yeah — she said, smiling, bringing a hand to his face — And you?

— I’m good…

Silence hung between them for a few seconds.

— We are crazy — Toto muttered.

— Probably — Elisabeth replied, laughing.

— Very likely.

— Is that a bad thing?

— I think it's too good for our own good, Liesl — he murmured, kissing the tip of her nose before pulling out of her, groaning a bit as he got to his feet. Her gaze soon went to his palms and knees, which were red and scratched.

— You’re hurt — Elisabeth stated, as she sat up.

— You too, my love — Toto replied, pointing to her knees, which were also a bit banged up, the result of the moment she had straddled him. Those wounds, though minor, along with the scratches on her back, made it difficult for Elisabeth to clean herself with the salt water. Putting her clothes back on caused a hiss of pain to escape her lips with every movement.

Once they were both cleaned and dressed, they made their way back to the car hand in hand, being careful not to slip on the rocks. They also took the opportunity to take some photos along the way, taking care to avoid showing their battle wounds.

Night was approaching when Elisabeth and Toto arrived back at the house. On the front lawn, Benedict was playing with Shivas, while Rosi sat with Lenny on the porch, the two of them stroking Felix's soft fur. When they got out of the car, Lenny’s eyes lit up.

— Tante! — he shouted, running towards Elisabeth to hug her. She lifted the toddler into her lap and kissed him on the cheek.

— How are you, Mausi? — she asked — How was your afternoon?

— I’m fine. We walked the dogs on the beach.

— We? Who did you go with?

— With Ben, Rosi, mom and Oma.

Giving the teenagers a knowing look, she smiled at her nephew.

— I'm glad your afternoon was fun, darling — Elisabeth said, as Lenny hugged her.

— Your afternoon wasn't that great, huh? — Benedict asked, approaching them with the ball he was throwing to the dog in his hand.

— Why do you say that?

— Your knees are all scratched up. What happened?

Elisabeth blinked. She didn’t know how to answer. It fell to Toto to answer the question.

— Liesl went to show me a place she knew of, we hiked on this path, and she ended up tripping and falling.

— You mean you two fell, right? — Rosi said, pointing to his knees, also injured by the rocks on the beach.

— Yeah — he answered his daughter, placing his hand on Elisabeth's shoulder — We're both a real disaster on trails, and the rocks were wet.

Bene chuckled, and remarked that dinner was almost ready. After Elisabeth set Lenny back down, she watched the three of them walk into the house, not saying anything before she felt the warmth of a hand at the base of her spine.

— Should we go inside?

Elisabeth smiled.

— Yeah. Let’s go.

[captainstevenjohnstonme]

'Hands Of Vengeance.'

The following story is about a killer who was put to death in the electric chair and then buried in the prison grounds but his hands re-emerge and go on a rampage.

Hope you like it.

'For fucks sake can you motherfuckers strap me in already, I will gladly flick the switch myself to get away from everyone on this fucked up planet.'

Robert Jenkins a huge white prison guard who has worked at San Quentin for twenty years rolls his eyes as he approaches the cell of a condemned man named Elijah Pope.

'Settle down Pope and eat your last meal or I will come in and shove it down your throat.'

'Fuck you Jenkins' Pope screams out 'I asked for a large pepperoni pizza three chicken burgers a tub of chocolate ice cream and a pint of Dr Pepper but what do I get? nothing but a couple of roast potatoes a slice of pecan pie and a can of Pepsi.'

'Go and get the warden right now or I will hang myself with my own shoelaces.'

'You aren't wearing any shoelaces you dumb fuck and you should be thankful for the small portions because come frying time you will be shitting out bricks.'

'Now shut the fuck up and finish what you got before I shove my baton up your scrawny ass.'

Pope stares back at Jenkins in contempt 'Spare me the pep talk you slimy piece of crap just let the warden know that I will see him bright and early tomorrow and when I begin to broil and bubble I will send smoke signals down to hell where all of the fuckers who put me in this goddamned cell will also feel the pain and heat.'

'I have survived this world for 28 years and after I am electrocuted I will become the master of sparks and come back and destroy anyone for has mistreated me.'

'The only person who has mistreated you Pope is yourself , all of your wounds are self inflicted, you committed all of the crimes that put you where you are today so stop your whining and take your medicine like a man.'

As he walks away Jenkin's adams apple bobs up and down in worry because of all the prisoners he has come across during his time in this hell hole Elijah Pope is by far the craziest, meanest of them all so come morning when Pope leaves this earth he will thank the lord when the evil little man is gone for good.

Pope only stands a smidge over 5' tall and weighs about the same as a teenager and who some say looks like Kevin Bacon on crack may be small in stature but don't be fooled he is one of the meanest criminals in America.

He first came under the radar of the authorities when he was only ten years of age when he attacked another boy with a knife after the victim refused to hand over his wallet.

For that crime he spent five years in juvenile detention.

After his release Pope robbed a convenience store of a measly twenty bucks and as he made his getaway he turned and shot the owner and his female assistant killing them both.

After that Pope went underground eluding the authorities , for that crime Pope entered the F.B.I.'s most wanted list.

Between 2007 till 2011 a serial killer roamed the streets of Los Angeles, in that time he murdered 20 known victims but it is believed that the total could reach as high 60.

All victims were young girls with short brown hair between the ages of 14 to 18 years old but luckily with the use of the latest DNA technology Elijah Pope was identified as the perpetrator and he was arrested without incident on 6th July 2011.

A year later despite protesting his innocence 18 year old Elijah Pope is brought to trial before judge Walter B Carruthers a man with little time for the criminals who sit in the dock under his worship.

Popes lawyer Paul Drew is a young attorney with little time spent in an actual courtroom and now here he is defending an alleged serial killer.

The prosecutor a long time trial lawyer named Daniel Hopkins who can talk the talk with the best of them begins proceedings telling the court that Elijah Pope is a predator who took the lives of a innocent shopkeeper and a member of his staff but then he went on to become one of the nations worst serial killers.

Twelve weeks later with Popes lawyer proving to be next to useless when it comes to giving his client the best advice sits next to Elijah as the prosecutor sums up proceedings, 'Your honor the evidence is overwhelming, shoe prints found at many of the crime scenes match the tread on a pair shoes owned by the defendant plus the DNA evidence proves once and for all that Elijah Pope the man sitting next to his lawyer is a murderer who should be sentenced to death.'

'I rest my case your honor.'

'Does the defense have a rebuttal for the court?'

Drew begins to stand up but than changes his mind 'No your honor the defense rests.'

Pope can't stay silent any longer and stands 'What a load of absolute crap, I am no murderer, sure I am no angel but as my lawyer if he did a proper job would have found out that I was living in South Carolina at the time that these murders occurred'

Judge Carruthers bangs his gavel in fury ; Young man you are to remain silent in my courtroom or you will be gagged do you understand?'

Elijah knowing that he is fighting for his life sizes up the judge 'I am an innocent man you old fool, the so called evidence is rubbish, anyone could have worn my shoes but it is obvious that you don't want to listen so why don't you spit on your gavel and shove it where the sun don't shine.'

'TAKE HIM AWAY' Carruthers screams at a guard who grabs Pope by an arm and begins to lead him away but Pope can't resist a parting shot at his attorney 'Thanks for nothing I will see you in hell.'

At the back of the courtroom the young man who actually committed the crimes that Elijah Pope has been found guilty of silently leaves unnoticed.

Elijah is dragged downstairs to his cell where he is joined by his attorney. 'I thought that you were supposed to represent me to the best of your ability but all you did was sit there saying nothing.'

'I am sorry Elijah I know that you are upset but the evidence against you was overwhelming there was little that I could do.'

'I am innocent I tell you, why want anyone believe me?'

'Rest assured Elijah that I will appeal the decision so just bide your time and I will do all I can.'

Despite numerous appeals Popes execution is scheduled to take place tomorrow 21 September 2023.

At precisely 4.30 am Pope is lead from his cell by six prison guards.

Fully shackled in leg irons Elijah slowly shuffles down the corridor to his final destination.

Most of the prisoners on death row call out their farewells while the more subdued remain silent thankful that they get to live another day.

Entering the small room and is strapped to the electric chair securely with leather cords.

Twelve witnesses including his parents sit a mere five yards away.

The parents Brian and Maureen Pope struggle to make eye contact with their son as he awaits his fate.

They have a secret a secret that they have kept ever since the day that Elijah was born.

A secret that they plan to keep to their dying day.

At 4.58 warden Ian Baldacci a cruel bitter man who has overseen the executions of 28 men looks over to the phone hanging on the wall half expecting it to ring but as the seconds pass by it remains silent.

A minute later the warden asks Pope if he has any last words 'I surely do warden, everybody knows that i am no angel but I am innocent of murder.'

Taking a second to compose himself Pope turns his head and stares directly into the eyes of the warden' Let me tell you now warden if you flick the switch and send me to my death I will come back from hell and kill you at the first opportunity.'

'Mark my words when I return blood will flow from the bodies of all of those responsible for my demise.'

The twelve witnesses are visibly shaken by the outburst and cower back in fright.

Even warden Baldacci is disturbed by Popes words so when the clock ticks over to 5.00 he hits the switch sending the evil fucker to hell where he belongs.

Pope is slammed back by the charge of electricity with whiffs of smoke escaping from his mouth and nostrils while his skin begins to burn and blister.

Convulsing violently Pope takes one of his last breathes, deep inside his bones crack and his marrow boils.

The leather straps bite deep into Popes wrists and when the skin and tissue melt away the restraints cut all the way through to cauterize and fall to the floor of the death chamber.

Thankfully the curtains have already been drawn so none of the witnesses saw the dismembered hands fall away in a shower of blood and steam.

At 6.07 Pope is pronounced dead by the prison doctor Marcus Clarke who despite seeing many dead prisoners is shocked by the sight of the pair of hands that still twitch on the floor near his feet.

After the smell of death dissipates Popes smoldering body is removed from the electric chair and his remains are carefully into a body bag by two prison trustees, the younger of the two has the ghastly task of picking up the hands before he gingerly places them on the chest of the condemned.

The body bag is loaded into a van and driven 500 yards to the northern corner of the prison where it is parked near to a recently dug grave.

The body bag is lowered without ceremony into the hole while up in his office Warden Baldacci watches proceedings with interest. 'You are where you belong Pope may your body rot and your soul travel to hell.'

Three months later under the cover of darkness a single human hand pokes through the surface of an unmarked grave.

Another hand suddenly appears and they scurry over to the prison wall, then using all of their strength the hands grapple up the wall slip through the razor wire and drop down onto the grass on the other side.

The pair of hands hide in the foliage for awhile than they move forward in anticipation for the arrival of the garbage where they will hitchhike a ride on the first step of a journey along the road where they will seek an overdue quest for a bloody vengeance against those who committed a wrong against Elijah Kevin Pope.

THE END.

Part Two coming soon.

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Oscar: Try not to get distracted this time… Alea: Ha-ha. Oscar: Let’s split up, it’ll be quicker.

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?: You’re looking a little lost there, fella. Oscar: Hm, maybe I am. ?: I’m sure we could fix that.

Oscar: I’m actually looking for someone. ?: Oh yeah? What’s it worth to ya? Oscar: [snorts] Name your price.

?: Two hundred. Oscar: Sure. ?: Huh, that was easier than anticipated; I should’ve asked for more.

Oscar: The price doesn’t matter. ?: Ah, it’s too late now. Who’re you looking for? Lots ‘a women come through these parts. Oscar: It’s a man, actually…

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?: Unfortunately for you, I know three Randy’s. I’ll start with the one I assume you’re least likely to be searching for. Oscar: Hit me. ?: Small, balding, a regular here… Orders the same strawberry daiquiri n’ sits in the same corner for hours on end. Pretty boring guy, works in a pet store.

Oscar: I doubt that’s him. ?: Hm… There’s another Randy I know from the fancy part o’ town down by the beach, he comes through here now n’ then; mostly to poach girls for himself. He’s a bit of a hotshot, owns a bunch o’ bars on the coast. Oscar: Poaches ‘em?

?: Yeah? Like, he offers ‘em more money so they go n’ work for him instead. Oscar: What about the third? ?: The third is the total opposite of a hotshot, classic get rich quick but fail miserably kinda guy; owns a motel by the freeway. Oscar: What kind of motel?

?: Whaddya mean, what kind? Like any other motel; sorta manky, run down, nothing to do… Most people never leave. Oscar: What? Why not? ?: [laughs] Nothing sinister! Rent’s fucking expensive round these parts, sometimes it’s cheaper to rent a room indefinitely. ?: Genesis! Laura’s been looking for you.

Genesis: I’ll be there in a second… Oscar: Uh.. before you go, does anyone named Courtney work here? Genesis: Nope. There’s a Candy? Could be a nickname, but I’m pretty sure that’s her legal name. Tall, black hair? Oscar: [sighs] No… Thanks anyway.

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Alea: At least you got somewhere, I didn’t find jack shit. Oscar: Uh-huh. Alea: C’mon, we’re in a better position than we were a couple hours ago. The dodgy bar guy sounds promis-…

Oscar: I don’t want another pep talk, Leah. Can you just.. leave me alone for a minute. Alea: I’ll wait at the hotel. We’ll figure out a plan n’ head out soon if y’want. Oscar: [thickly] Yeah, okay.

[moxfirefly]

Going with the smut prompts because you already know I’m a thirsting bish. 10. It’s sir, understood? And I’m picking Donnie on this one. 😈👌🏻 💚 your creative filth ma’am 😘😘😘

Oh boyyyyyyy 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

Let’s see how this goes!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Deep breaths.

That’s all Donatello could do right now. Take deep breaths and get in the right mindset for this.

It wasn’t necessarily difficult, it wasn’t like he didn’t know about the subject material.

Hell, he was insanely into it.

But on paper everything’s easy, watching it is fun and entertaining. Putting it to practice is different.

The two of you had discussed experimenting with more Dominant and submissive themes when it came to your more intimate time. Interestingly enough you had brought up the subject and seeing Donnie more than enthusiastic to try some things out was even better.

This called for a more private setting, so you’d asked Donnie to drop by once he was free. Lord knows you don’t need any of his brothers overhearing or worse, walking in.

So once he had finished for the night he had done just that. Upon arriving you had asked him to give you a few minutes to set the mood and freshen up. This meant that Donnie had time to give himself a good pep talk. He knew your do’s and don’t’s by now, he had a basic open ended plan of how things could and should go, what to do if something was taken to far.

The bases were covered.

Still it was normal for the jitters and sweaty palms to set in.

You’d shot him a text to let him know you were ready. While you’d taken the time to dim the lights, turn on a few of those battery powered candles, you’d put most of the time onto your outfit.

He was gonna blow his load the moment he’d see you, that’s how confident you felt. The mesh pantyhose, the knee length stockings and the see through bralette. There was simply no way he wouldn’t lose the ability of thought.

Donnie shook out the nervous tension through his hands before opening the door. True to your hopes you saw him momentarily freeze, his jaw clenching before he closed the door behind him with the heel of his foot. You sat on the bed, legs innocently crossed and you smiled at him. Nothing about you screamed innocent, in fact you’d opted to play dirty by presenting yourself like this.

Patiently he stood in front of you. It’d proven hard to hold in a few chuckles. “You know something told me you’d be a mess if you saw me like this, I just had to-“ Whatever playful jab you were about to say was stopped by a finger to your lips. Donnie knelt down, his impressive height leaving you at eye level now. His hand slithered down your neck, fingertips feeling the materials of your chosen outfit. When both of those large hands rested on your thighs and his look remained somewhat stern, you knew this night wouldn’t be filled with teasing on your end.

“You thought this out, hm?” His voice was still that sweet Donnie voice you’ve come to love so much. You nodded at his question, a bratty arrogance in your body.

His finger poked at the hole of the mesh pantyhose, with a slight flick it tore about two or three inches. Subconsciously you spread your legs and that seemed to delight him but he didn’t say anything.

“Cat caught your tongue, Don?” You grinned.

Donnie smiled before removing his glasses, setting them on the night table next to the bed. He stood once more; god what did he have to be so tall?

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt his hand grab a fistful of your hair from the back and gently pull. There wasn’t malice behind the grip, he’d done this quite a few times in the heat of passion but right now it did feel a little different.

More authoritative.

“Are you going to keep running your mouth, darling?” In the darken room, with him looming above you like this, you couldn’t help but feel all warm already and it thrilled you. You gave him a defiant smile laced with sarcasm. “Yes I am, Donnie” it was simple, but so very bratty of you.

He bent towards your ear, kissing the spot just behind the shell of it. “You tell me if I’m... too rough, alright?” It was whispered, very much him just checking in to make sure everything was on track. You nodded, nosing his jaw for an affirmative. Just like that you felt teeth at the lobe.

You felt his grip on your hair tighten a fraction more, a small hiss leaving you.

“If you’re going to run your mouth all night, then I suppose I could put that hole to good use” His words weren’t shouted, he’d barely gone above a gentle decible when he spoke them. His eyes though, they spoke differently and when they came to rest on your own pretty ones, this was going to be a lot different.

You felt another shot of excitement nest beneath your stomach. When he let go you already missed the nice throb, but much to your delight he pushed aside his suspenders. He stood there, arching a brow ridge at you.

“Do I have to take it out for you as well? Forgotten what we’re good at, darling?” The sarcasm that oozed from him, goodness that shouldn’t feel so good to you but his words shot straight to your cunt. Pursing your lips you undid the button to his pants and unzipped him.

“Now what?” There was more defiance in your words, but your eyes spoke of how into this you were getting.

“Drop the attitude and it’s sir, understood?” The brown of his eyes look so blackened in this light, the firmness behind each word. You were a mess already, and how utterly thrilling that he could smell that.

“Sorry... sir” Your fingers dug into the hem of his pants and pushed down. The outline of his hard cock coming into view already spoke of how deeply he was enjoying this. You pushed his underwear enough to free him and bit down on your bottom lip. Ever so slowly you let your tongue lick the underside of his cock, root to tip. The way the muscle in his thigh jumped only fueled you more. You gripped him by the base, hand slithering up and down to spread more of his natural lubricant. You took him into your mouth, barely half of it being what could fit in your warm mouth. Donnie pushed aside a few stray strands of hair from your eyes. “Want you to see how good you look with my cock in your mouth” That fact that he smirked only made your toes curl.

Oh, you could get into this.

As you sucked him slowly, mapping out the shaft with your lips before rolling back up to the flared tip. Just in the name of revenge you licked the tip to make him buckle, he was extra sensitive there after all. He dropped his head with a muffled moan, teeth bitting down on his bottom lip. Mentally you high five yourself for breaking him just a little.

Then you felt that grip return to the back of your head and his blown out pupils land on you.

“Relax your throat” He said.

Your eyes went wide as saucers.

You’d only attempted this twice in your life and both partners weren’t even close to his size. Still, morbid curiosity and the wet mess you were now egged you on. You felt him push inside just a little more, dangerously close to the back of your throat. Breathing through your nose you took a few breaths and relaxed your throat as best as you could, even as you felt more of him push into your mouth. Spit pooled at your chin, a watery burn setting at your eyes. The debauched look Donnie saw when his eyes landed on you , it could be enough to push him past the edge but that would be too dangerous for you right now. “Fff-uck, you take me so well, you’re doing so good” His hips stuttered just lightly, a moan wrapped itself around his hard cock and that was nearly his undoing.

Slowly and satisfyingly he watched the length of his cock slip out of your pretty mouth. Precum mixed with saliva at your lips and chin. You coughed slightly, watery eyes closed when you felt his lips on yours. “My good girl” He kissed the words on your lips. Once you caught your breath and blinked out most of the tears, he stayed there caressing your face and hair. You knew he was giving you a break, making sure if anything had to stop for now. You nodded, letting him know you were okay and good to continue.

“May I have another kiss, sir?” You asked sincerely.

Donnie tried to hide his usual smile by kissing you, and kiss you he did. Every ounce of his regular loving self into it just to remind you this was all for play.

Especially when he pushed you back onto the bed and grabbed a chunk of the mess panty hose and ripped them right at the crotch. He kicked off the clothes hanging onto him and he climbed onto the bed with you. He sat against the headboard, pillows propped against it to make it more comfortable for him. You sat up on your knees and crawled towards him.

But he held up a finger and shook it. He made a circling motion, meaning that you had to turn around.

Oh.

You did just as he expressed, the flush of your cheeks speaking on how this wasn’t something that occurred between the two of you. Donnie loved having you ride him as much as the next guy but like this? Reversed?

The second his hands connected with your rear he gripped the checks and spread them. There was an embarrassing yelp from your behalf and a snickering snort from his. You felt the pad of his thumb circle the ring. “Um... sir?” That wasn’t discussed and truthfully it would need a very long discussion.

“Don’t worry, was just thinking about how pretty this would look with a plug that maybe has a tail attached to it” You were thankful he couldn’t see your face right now, aside from how flushed your face was, your eyes must’ve been comically large. Even at this stage of the relationship it never truly stopped tickling you that Donnie could be quite the pervert when his mind gets going.

A little retaliation never killed anybody.

So you shook your rear at him, turning your head just a bit to catch him grinning like a fool. “A tail, sir? Why have that when I could have you” Oh that knocked the wind off his sails, he groaned and closed his eyes. “Don’t get too cocky” He smacked one of your cheeks and you hid your smiling face.

Then he leaned forward and bit a cheek.

Hard.

You yelped again, it had caught you off guard as much as it had hurt. He soothed it with a kiss, hands slipping down your hips. “Be a good girl and ride me” Okay that also shouldn’t sound so good but fuck did it.

Entering him from this position had nearly left you cross eyed. The way you felt all of him, every inch of him nestled and throbbing inside. You placed your hands of his legs for support, moving slowly enough to tease him which earned a nice rumbling churr from him. His hands caressed and gripped your thighs and hips. “Come on, you can give me a better show” His words were mixed into a grunt, that demanding tone slipping from the pleasure he received. You rode him faster, each thrust down onto his lap making a wet slapping sound that would surely piss the neighbors off.

The sight Donnie had was surely one he would commit into memory in its entirety. The way your rear slapped down, he hoped the edge of his plastron wasn’t hurting you too bad. Even if a possessive part of him liked the redness forming on your flesh. He gripped your waist, steadying you as you slammed down him faster. That familiar sensation was creeping up, you could feel yourself so close. In the midst of it you leaned back, feeling yourself unable to control your body. You supported your hands on his midsection, the firmness of his plastron nice to the touch.

“Oh fuck!” You shut your eyes tightly, your thighs were burning from their movements. “You feel so fucking good!” Each thrust hit the right spot making your mouth hang open in lust.

Donnie wanted to drag this on more, torture you in delicious way that would continue to make you mewl like this for him. “Say-fuckfuck-say how much you love my big cock” He thrusted it up, loving the pleasured yell that he pulled from you. “Iloveitohmygod!” You words coming out in a jumbled mess of moans. That taut knot inside broke making you scream something that could’ve resembled his name. A rumbling deep churr left him when his hips stuttered out. He slammed you down onto him, each rope of cum making you shiver.

The two of you breathed hard, your thighs trembled as you got off with his help. He didn’t miss the way his cum trickled out of you, staining your thighs and his navel. You collapsed next to him, Donnie didn’t waste time pulling you close and pushing your sweaty locks away.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” You smiled against his chest and shook your head. “I’m more than good, Jesus we should do this more often” You sighed already feeling worn out. He chuckled, the sound muffled a top your head. He rubbed circles on your back, making sure to pay extra attention to anything that was a little more sore than usual.

Whatever needed to be discussed could wait, right now you were too preoccupied with passing out on him.

[glassheartjukebox]

love letters

feat. ushijima

word count: 1.3k

“listen listen to my heart

that i only wanted you to know” - love letter

a/n: no content warnings, just pure fluff ! also a reminder that reblogs really help ! thank you guys sm for reading :D

the letters started about three months ago. you hesitate to call them “love” letters. “love” letters would indicate some sort of romantic prose, frilly stationary, and sweet declarations of love. the letters you receive are decidedly more... blunt.

the notes ranged from dry compliments such as “the school uniform suits you.” to borderline offensive remarks such as “did you do something different with your face? you look less tired today.” nonetheless, they had become part of your everyday routine. a blue sticky note with messy, slightly smudged ink and a blunt message.

after a month of notes, you decided to show them to your friends. as strange as the letters were, you never discarded them. they held a special place in your heart, often making you smile from the sheer absurdity. your friends immediately hounded you for not telling them about your “secret admirer” earlier. “that’s it, we need to catch him in the act,” your best friend declared, slamming her milk carton down on the lunch table. you rolled your eyes. “i don’t see the point,” you sighed, “he’ll tell me who he is when he’s ready.” this triggered a barrage of complaints about how boring that plan was.

to be fair, you had two reasons for allowing your admirer to stay anonymous. first and foremost, the chance of him being a creep was high. you had no desire to get your hopes up, thinking that he may be your dream man. secondly, you enjoyed receiving the little notes everyday. they’d become a part of your routine, something to look forward to. so, the notes continued to come uninterrupted for three more months.

the end of the semester was approaching, and break was right on the horizon. it dawned on you that this meant the end of your daily notes, which made you a little bit sad. the one you received this morning read, “i have very important business to attend to. it might be a little bit before you hear from me again. please wait for me.” that was the most he had ever written on a single post-it note. you rolled your eyes, secretly yearning for a way to wish him well on his endeavors.

after receiving the last note, you spent two days mourning the loss. there was nothing to break up the monotony now. you found yourself thumbing through the old notes he had gifted you. the most conventionally complimentary one by far had been “i like the shape of your lips, they suit your face very well”. it was the bare minimum, but it still had you blushing.

when friday, the third day without notes, arrived you were provided with a reprieve from your routine by the school. everyone was escorted out of class to attend a pep rally for volleyball interhigh qualifiers tournament. after all, volleyball was a big deal at shiratorizawa. both the men’s and women’s team stood tall on the school auditorium stage. the captain of the women’s team gave her speech first, but you found yourself zoning out and examining the men around you. your secret admirer was likely one of the fidgeting boys near you, looking hungrily at the women’s team as if they were pieces of meat. gross.

a deep voice broke you out of your reverie. the boy’s team captain had begun his speech. ushijima “ushiwaka” wakatoshi. the entire school knew who he was. the volleyball ace that repeatedly led the team to nationals. he had even been ranked in the top three aces in japan. ushijima stood well over six foot, with broad shoulders and a permanently stoic face. truth be told, he intimidated everyone. you’d had a few interactions with him, most of which happened at the beginning of the semester. a teacher asked you to tutor him for one english test. you met for three tutoring sessions, and during each he was quiet, polite, and apologetic for taking up your time. you found him much less imposing after seeing him hunched down in a desk too small for him, focusing on past tense verb translation.

after the rally had concluded, you were forced to return to class. shiratorizawa would begin their games at the interhigh tournament roughly two hours after school let out. you decided that maybe you would attend one or two of their matches if you could convince your friends to tag along. you honestly needed to get your mind off of the notes and your secret admirer.

you and a few of your friends were walking out of the school gates, preparing to visit some shops to bide the time before the game began when it hit you. you left your history textbook sitting in your desk. your history textbook that was full of notes crucial to the test you had on monday. you froze in your tracks and your friends turned, a little confused. “i have to go back, forgot my textbook,” you squeaked before taking off back towards the school building. you were screwed if the teacher had already left for the day and locked up the classroom.

grabbing the door handle, you were relieved to find it unlocked. what you were not relieved to find was a large figure bent over your desk and rummaging through your things.

“what are you doing?” you asked quietly, still in shock. consequently, the large figured managed the bump your desk in surprise, knocking it over and spilling the contents everywhere. you rushed to help clean it up on impulse. you were only able to recognize the figure in the dark classroom once you were up close. “ushijima?” you said incredulously. this entire situation was giving you a headache. he just nodded at you. you continue to haphazardly shove the contents of your desk back in when your hand landed on a small, blue sticky note. ushijima’s hand flew out to catch it but it was too late.

“my dearest y/n, the apple of my eye, the holder of my heart, fire of my loins, the most wonderful person i have ever laid my eyes on. you looked positively beautiful today, scrumptious even. how could anyone resist your charms? i find myself falling madly, deeply in love with you everyday. sincerely, with much love, your secret admirer.” the blocky handwriting juxtaposed the flowery diction of the note. furthermore, someone had drawn little red hearts around the perimeter of the letter. this was… very different than usual.

ushijima was also very different than usual. he was quickly losing his usual composure. his face was bright red and sweat gleaned on his brow. you looked up at him awestruck and confused.

“i’m sorry for the inconvenience,” his voice cracked, “but tendou had me write this love letter after he found out i had been sending a girl notes. he drew the hearts as well. i did not realize he was joking until after i had slipped it in your desk. i came back to retrieve it before you could see it. i’m sorry again.”

you were at a loss for words. “it was you sending the notes the whole time?” you stated the obvious. ushijima simply nodded.

“but why?” you asked, still struggling to process all of this. “i found you very attractive when you tutored me. i wanted to express my affection without drawing extra attention to you or pressuring you to return my feelings. sorry again.” he stood, preparing the walk out the room. your body moved on its own as you stood as well, grabbing his wrist.

“i didn’t know it was you,” you whispered, “but i’m really glad it was.” you leaned up to kiss his cheek, causing him to flush an even deeper shade of red.

ushijima stared back at you, a rare smile adorning his features. “now go, you’re going to be late for your own tournament,” you teased, still quite bashful over the entire situation.

“before i do,” he paused and dug through his bag, “would you want to come to the match wearing this tonight?” he held out his spare volleyball jacket, adorned with his name and number.

needless to say, you accepted. in that moment, you knew you’d be attending volleyball games than you expected.

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Love Is Blind

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Summary: The time has come to reveal your and Henry's relationship to your brothers, simple right? Well it would be if your wasn't the baby sister to the infamous Shelby brothers.

Warnings: RPF, Swearing, Slight Angst, Fluff, Confrontation, Implied Violence

A/N: so here is the Peaky Blinders AU that i started a few days ago, Im really happy with this and had a lot of fun with it. But please excuse the typo's

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You looked around the road eyes wide ,watching the passers by. The peaky blinders were everywhere... this was always a risk, not to mention you wasn't entirely sure where each of your brothers were. Or aunt Polly you only knew that Ava was off with her lover Fred. And you were doing much of the same... Well not Fred but Henry, your own lover. You'd met him when welcoming Tommy home from the war... He was hard to miss tall- taller then Tommy even! and injured he was searching the crowded dock but... It was clear to see that noone was there to greet him off the boat. He looked distraught and shattered. You were a bleeding heart and had approached him as your family had a small get together, you'd given him a hug pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek and welcomed him home giving him one of the flowers in the bouquet you'd brought for tommy. He had appreciated it, more then you'd ever know.

What you hadn't known was that he was moving into a home a few streets away. A few weeks later you saw him and he thanked you politely, you couldn't help think how very handsome he was, perfect blue eyes but for a speck of brown in his right eye, sharp regal features and pale alabaster skin now free from the bruising of his injury. He hadn't been as broad or muscular back then, but had been tall and lean.

Over the next few months chance meetings became dates, dates became full days basking in one another's presence until finally after a few months you'd fallen for the amazing gentle giant. It had been hard falling so hopelessly in love with Henry and having to hide from brothers and gangsters alike. But somehow you'd both made it with minimal near misses. Three years. Three years you'd been having this secret romance with him. But now you wanted more, as selfish as it was you wanted to be free to love him in public. Without worrying who may have seen you or if Aunt Polly will tell Thomas.

Yes she knew alright. There are no secrets from Aunt Polly. She said you done well and had even spoke with Henry a few times, she liked him. He wasn't in the business but could protect you, his shear size would be enough of a deterrent to others. And honestly she thought Tommy would get along with him, henry was clever and had an imposing frame. If Tommy had the chance, you knew Henry would be pulled into the fold, you were just unsure if that's what you both wanted.

Henry hadn't had much luck with work at first when he was here, so he became a boxer for a time learning to fight and defend himself and bulked up. It was terrifying to watch him be so ferocious in the ring and you thanked god each day Henry had avoided gaining a crooked nose. A few times you'd run into Tommy at the fights, your brother had singled you out and had you brought to him to stand and watch. But you were pleased to find out that your brother always placed his money on your man... So that was a good sign wasn't it?

Henry knew you didn't like his fighting but continued, he wanted to offer you everything. A home with kids and garden a cute little dog and the best clothes and food money could buy. So he saved everything! Kept all his winnings and in just over a year he had a nice sum of money in bets from his winnings and managed to earn enough for a small house. Since then he had a job doing the heavy lifting in a local Steel works.

Everything was set! Henry had a home for you, which you had a hand in help decorate. He promised a long and happy future with you! There was just the small problem of your family. They were... Protective to say the least, not only were you a Shelby sister but younger then Ava.

You quickly left the street today you were meeting Henry by the docks where Tommy kept the horse he'd just got. It was close... but not too close, it was worth the risk to be able to see Henry. Today was the day. You both decided! Henry will talk to them, introduce himself to your brothers this afternoon at the pub before they could drink too much.

You rounded the barn casting one final glance over your shoulder out of habit and slipped into the stalls. You could see him already, his flat cap and dark blue suit. Oh god he had dressed up for it, shit tommy would laugh him out of the bar. You chewed your lip and quivered you were anxious, this could be make or break. If Tommy was against it there was no way you could sneak about and keep your relationship going. They would chase henry out of Birmingham. Or kill him.

You stepped around the horse and giggled watching as henry gave himself a little pep talk twisting his signet ring on his pinkie with shaky hands. He was terrified and so were you. He paused and spun around to face you when he heard the small clicks of your heels on the concrete floor.

"W-what do you think?" he said spinning around holding his hands out letting you get a look at him. You stepped closer to him trying to settle your rapid heart. He was immaculate, stunning and handsome, sculpted by the gods... But looked too pretty. And god knows a Shelby girl wont be allowed to date a pretty boy. You smiled at him stopping inches away from him and walked your fingers over his chest slowly unbuttoning his suit jacket.

"You are magnificent... But a little too refined." you hummed motioning for him to shrug out of the loose suit jacket. He hissed out a shaky breath as you took the jacket from him and tucked it over your arm. That was better, the vest and white shirt showed his frame perfectly, and it also showed the slight strain on the buttons of his shirt. Hinting at the powerful man hidden beneath. You wanted them to see he was a strong man and it wasn't all the cut of the suit. You needed them to see you'd chosen a strong man capable of protecting you.

"There perfect" you said stepping back straightening his tie a little and stood back eyeing him carefully. There really was nothing more you could do. He would have to prove himself in what ever test your brother would conjure on the spot. By god you hope he impressed them.

"Yes you are" he quipped quickly eyes locking on to you making you blush and look away tip toeing around the horse in the stall that hid the two of you. Henry drew in a deep breath watching you closely. This was it. Today was the day, and he hadn't a clue what he was going to say to the great Shelby men. He cursed under his breath turning from you for a second. You understood, this wasn't just your future you were risking today, it was his life. Not many impress Tommy and far less managed to get in his good books when they were trying it on with the baby sister.

"You know that you have to just... Go in there and say 'I'm dating your sister' Right? Be firm and tell them like it is! Stand up to them! They would respect that" You cooed grinning at him from across the barn watching as your love eyed you from the other side of the magnificent white horse Tommy had recently got.

"What and have John blind me with his blades?" He scoffed at you before rounding the horse ducking under the stallions huge head and leant forward trapping you with huge hands resting either side of the horse stall you were leaning on.

"Ugh Johnny boy couldn't even reach your eyes Henry... Its just Tommy and Arthur you need to watch..." you rolled your eyes at him trying to act normal and ignore the black cloud hanging over your head. If this was the last time you were to be alone with him you wanted him to remember you as you are, not the nervous terrified woman you were at this moment. You smirked rising on your tip toes and teased his lips with your breath making him groan silently, the deep contracting of his wide barrelled chest the only give away to the effect you had on him.

You pulled back just as he dipped down to meet your lips and giggled at him as he wound his large arms around you hoisting you up by your waist and sat you on the wooden fence on the box stall bringing you eye level with him. You giggled folding your arms in your lap with his jacket knowing he wouldn't let you fall, he never did.

"Ah just Tommy and Arthur... That is cruel, I'm shaking in my shoes love" he teased wetting his lips with the luxurious pink tongue you knew all too well.

"Aww my poor bear, so frightened of my brothers I know, perhaps this will help you find that courage of yours~" you cooed before pressing forward kissing him on the lips. His lips drew up into a beaming grin and he stepped closer forcing your legs to part and dress to rise up to your knees as he devoured you in a heated yet forbidden kiss.

"Well then lets go shall we?" He grumbled eyes alight with a new want, a deep desire he had never shown before. It was thrilling and awe inspiring. Like he had a new lust, a lust for life and not just what was hidden beneath your skirts.

"Oh love like you said Tommy and Arthur?! I'm going to need all my strength for this meeting" he laughed as your face held a look of shock and disbelief then a petulant pout when you realised  there will be no quick romp in the hay this afternoon. With one final wink he spun around heading for the door.

You stood outside the pub. Your brothers were inside, you could feel it. There was a buzz in the air, the destinct feeling that followed 'the boss' hanging around. You had drawn a little attention walking the streets With henry at your side. People watched as the young Shelby woman walked arm in arm with an undisclosed male carrying his jacket no less. It made you cringe hearing the murmurs of 'should we tell the boss' 'does tommy know?' 'should we help her?' but luckily none made any moves towards you as you moved deeper and deeper into the heath. Towards the pub. You slowed as you neared the final destination and henry pulled out his cigarette tin fishing out the small stick deciding to have a quick smoke before entering the proverbial lions den.

"It will be okay... He will... Test you, but remember family is everything and I'm his youngest sister so..." you trailed off, the truth was you didn't know what Tommy would do or say. He was unpredictable and cunning, he liked to test people. You just hoped Henry passed with flying colours... or the only thing flying will be... you closed your eyes trying not to think of what would happen if things went sour. Henry could die, literally die today for loving you. It curdled your stomach you cant loose him. You hoped Tommy would see that.

"I know that... Here twos?" he said offering you the small cigarette he had been dragging on quickly nervously trying to pull some more courage from the small stick. Because once he was inside he couldn't show any weakness. It was daunting unable to show weakness when the love of his life was on the line. Henry was under no illusions Tommy could and would kill him, and there would be little Henry could do.

"Just remember y/n no matter what I love you. I will always love you" henry said as you toom a few drags on the cigarette. You whined and nodded breathing out the smoke trying to exhale all the tension and anxiety with the fumes.

"I love you too Henry, so much more then I thought I could ever love anyone" without a thought Henry pulled you to him and pressed a kiss to your lips. He didn't give a damn he was kissing the forbidden princess right outside her king brothers castle, or that the others around them would see. Be needed this one final pick me up before faceing the firing squad.

You smiled pulling back handing Henry the remainder of the cigarette and nodded to him. You got this. Then entered the pub walking right into the private room where your family sat. Instantly Polly looked at you frowning seeing you were pale, worried. Then her eyes flicked to your hands still folded with Henry's jacket draped over them. She drew a deep breath and sat straighter looking at the three males wearily. Oh god.

"Tommy I need to talk to you" you said seriously. But the blue eyed man rolled his eyes flicking the ash off his cigarette into the crystal ashtray before speaking dismissively trying to wave you off.

"Your not having that cat its final" john and Arthur chuckled at the automatic response Tommy gave but you frowned. You wasn't to sure what to say next, you didn't want to agitate him but you needed him to listen.

"No its not that- I have something to tell you and its important" you said drawing the attention of John and Arthur, but tommy heaved a sigh and moved stubbing out the lit cigarette and flicked his eyes to you letting you know he was listening.

"Mr Shelby could we talk?" You looked up seeing Henry standing there, tall and wide. Firm and unafraid confidently eyeing your brothers in a way oud never seen before. People cowered. Henry wasn't there was no hint of the anxious man outside. Henry was on a mission.

"Not now can't you see I'm speaking with my sister?" He grunted his voice was even. But to others could be seen as irritated. You turned as Henry didn't so much as flinch, you thought he'd run off but Henry let himself into the room standing closely behind you, one hand moving to his head removing his flat cap revealing the neat styled hair. The usually fluffy curls pulled into a slick style that accentuated his angular features. You nodded to him with a smile pleading him to carry on. What you didn't expect was for henrys huge arm to wrap around your waist in front of your sibling's. Fuck. You felt the shift in the room, anger and shock radiating from the men but an overwhelming curiosity. They wanted to watch this, it was rare someone was so god damned stupid as to put hands on you.

"She is the reason I'm here Mr Shelby" Henrys voice carried over the small space in a low determined tone. You tucked yourself into him, pivoting and twisting a hand to his tummy resting there, fingers twisting the button on his vest. You just needed to feel him, you felt like you were shielding him, but it was also self soothing. You needed to reassure yourself he was here for you. No one else. You.

"Oh? And why is that then?" Tommy shifted leaning back eyeing the man who was being so familiar with his baby sister. Tommy was no fool, you hand flinched or pulled away, this male had been around you enough that you were used to him touching you. You gravitated towards him like... like a lover? Tommy's blue eyes bit into the man. As unsettling as it was seeing his sister so close to another man Tommy couldn't help feeling a little relief, a small spark of joy. If this was your beau you'd done well. Tall, muscular wide and imposing. Not many would pick a fight with him, even drunk people would steer clear of him.

"She invited me" Tommy smirked hearing the man speak, he was confident. Unafraid that boded well too. He wasn't a fucking coward... or atleast he was pretending not to be.

"This is what I wanted to talk to you all about...Tommy, Arthur, John... This is Henry... My?" You hesitated and looked between henry and our family. You just froze, clammed up at the calculating look on Tommy's face. It was frightening being scrutinised by him.

"Lover sweetheart we agreed no more secrets" Henry finally broke the silence tipping his face down to yours with a smile. Ignoring your family in favour of snapping you back to reality.

"Oh no you fuckin' aint sonny boy- y/n you get your ass over here now!" Arthur broke the silence with a rough voice shouting, ordering you to round the table and sit next to him. You grit your teeth and shoo, your head at Arthur watching as he turned red in anger. You wasn't like Ava, you never caused trouble or made trouble for your brothers, heel you were a 'goody two shoes' always doing as you were told. But this time you refused to do as you were asked and stayed put.

Tommy ever the eagle eye noticed. He had been ready to rip this man to shreds but, your simple act of defiance caught his attention. You wasn't a girl to play silly games, so to blatantly refuse and tell them no and side with this Henry meant you were serious. This was serious. And Tommy was wracking his brain he recognised this man... But from where? He was sure he wasn't a blinder so who was he?

"Now y/n don't make me come and get ya"

"I said no"  you snapped at your eldest brother, but your eyes were on Tommy. Henry squeezed your waist as you stared down your most threatening of brothers. Eyes locking with his blue gaze as you held your ground. The smallest of smirks tugged at his lip. You were unsure if it was good or bad but he wasn't scowling so you'd take that as a win.

"Your the one that was boxing...pulverised the others" Tommy said pointing slowly at Henry whilst pulling a crystal glass of whisky towards him, his thumb skimming the rim of the glass in thought. He was thinking, scheming... but then again when was Thomas Shelby not scheming?

"Yes, not that it was personal I needed to win" henry spoke clearly not letting the severe glares f your other brothers shake him. He was impenetrable a solid rock- a mass of a man all firm and sharp angles determined and poised.

"Oh? And why is that then?" Tommy purred still keeping his cards close to his chest, no one knew what he really thought of you and henry or the relationship at that moment. But he was speaking, not shooting. And that was all that mattered.

"I needed the money to buy a house for your sister" Henry said plainly placing his hat on the table in front of him. It was a strange gesture but one you understood. He was making himself comfortable but also using it as a metaphor throwing his hat in the ring so to speak, showing your family he had no intentions on hightailing it out of there and leaving you in the dust.

"You did, did you?" Here was something, a twinkle in the cool blues. You tried to dig deeper but as soon as it was there it had vanished. For a second you dare say your brother was impressed with your choice in man.

"I wasn't coming to you without being able to offer your sister something... I wanted to prove I'm capable of providing her a future" Henry shrugged feeling Tommy with a stare. You shivered hearing the iron will, the absolute control Henry had over himself. John scoffed and leant over the table glaring at Henry dragging on his cigarette then spoke up trying to mimic Tommy's own indifferent threatening demeanour, but failed. There was only one Terrifying Tommy.

" and some tiny house on a backstreet in Birmingham is a future?" john scoffed laughing outloud trying to dampen Henry's resolve. But your man was ready and grinned smugly showing off the perfect teeth and stunning looks.

"Medium actually... not huge but its bigger then what she is used to, with front and back garden bought and paid for... Last week I even got her a kitten... Russian blue expensive but y/n wanted one and I wont deny her" he replied without missing a beat. Henry was proud of what he had achieved, and so he should be. The house he had managed to buy was a  nicely sized three bedroom home, and it was indeed larger then where you lived with your family at the moment. Well decorated and furnished with tasteful furniture most of which you picked out together.

"And what you think I'll give my blessing because you got her a bloody cat?" tommy drew the attention back to him. You swallowed dryly. Tommy sounded mad now. You moved shuffling in front of Henry trying to cover him more, yet your hand wandered behind your back and you clasped your lovers hand tightly hoping things wont go from bad to worse.

"No, you don't need to bless anything, I'm not here to ask. I'm telling you that we are together and serious...We've been a couple for almost three years... And its about time I informed you" your breath hitched as Henry's voice resounded in the room. Oh god that was too far! You paled and snapped your head to him on the brink of tears and pressed back into Henry trying to make him pull back, but no. The man was a brick wall- immovable and stubborn... yet cool and unfazed. But what struck you most was the shock on your brothers faces. No one had spoken to any of them like that for a very long time. And for good reason.

"There is a fine line between courage and stupidity Henry" Tommy said recovering from the shock quicker then the others. He didn't even see you now standing on shaking knees trying to shield henry as much as you could with your frame. But it was no use, Henry was to big, you were but a tiny waif of a woman in front of him. But Tommy bore his curious gaze into the huge man. It would appear your love now had his undivided attention.

"I know, but I'm on the right side of it. I love your sister. And I have loved her for three years, since the day I got off the boat" tommy tilted his head to the side surprized once more by your lover. You drew a slow breath in. You knew tommy respected those who fought for their country.

"You served?" came the question as tommy poured himself another glass and then lit up another cigarette. You saw a quick smile light up his face, but again it was gone before anyone could really notice. Henry heaved a deep breath and nodded, he was no fool. He took a chance and it had paid off, or it seemed to have paid off he wasn't staring down the barrel of a gun or had a peaky cap flung at his face.

"Yes, along side you in fact... I was smaller then... Easy to miss. Your sister showed kindness to me when I had no one and nothing. She gave me hope, hope for the possibility of family and a normal life. She managed to ease my terrors and pull me from the memories of the war. And for that I will give her everything" henry spoke, you noticed your brothers each shrunk. They understood, the war left scars on the mind and it was true even henry had suffered, but you were able to sooth him and bring him back from the worst night terrors. Tommy grunted and flicked his gaze from you to your man then back again. There was a warmer hint to the blues, dare you say an acceptance. But even you knew he was still going to pull something out of the bag and throw a curveball at your love. Tommy still needed to test Henry, but atleast you could say so far so good.

"And taken something I assume?" Polly hissed looking away as your brother spoke. You rolled your eyes, did he seriously want to know if you'd fucked? Tommy held Henry captive in his gaze he knew the answer but for some reason he wanted the hear it out loud. You couldn't help this was Tommy's test, he was daring your lover to lie to him. You prayed Henry wasn't that stupid. To your reliefe he proved he wasn't as he replied sincerely.

"I shared something freely given I assure you there was no pressure" the statement wasn't smug, henry didn't make you sound like an achievement, something to conquer. And he made it clear that he hadn't pressed you into anything. It earned him a nod from all three men, you smiled they were coming around to Henry. Thank fuck!

"And you come here and say that to my face? Tell me you've broken in my sister? You certainly have balls" your smile dropped and you shifted on your feet. What just happened? Things were going great, and now they weren't? Luckily Henry was more prepared for this then you and he answered smoothly not fazed by the way things had turned so quickly.

"Yes I'm not going to stand here and lie about our relationship I love her. And I'll not hide it a second more. I will protect her and cherish her she has my upmost respect"

"So you say you respect her? Yet... She's carrying you jacket around like some maid?" tommy tried twisting things pokeing at Henry trying to get a rise out of him. Probably so he had a reason to chase him off. But you wanst having it.

"Tommy, I'm holding it so he cannot run! Stop being an ass" you growled releasing Henry's hand and moved forward seething at your brother who lounged back regarding you carefully.

"That's enough mouth from you y/n you've done enough becoming a fucking little whore when our back is turned?" you paused takeing half a step back as tommy's furious gaze landed on you. You quivered feeling hurt, flushing in anger and embarrassment. Not once had he spoke to you like that, you were always praised by your brother, protected and loved to hear him growl at you so cruely was heart breaking.

"I'd ask you don't speak to her like that-" Henry spoke up growing angry himself with the way Tommy had spoke to you. But henry was ignored as Tommy began to lay into you hissing venomously belittling you in front of your family and lover.

"Tell me sister is this some last mineut attempt to cover up a bastard? If so is it even his? For all we know you could be bed hopping all over the heath" you whined at the assault mouth hanging open trying to form words but it was hard. Your eyes welled with tears. Call you a cry baby but you loved your brothers and tried to do them proud to have one of them be so nasty cut you deep.

"No!- Tommy of course not-"

"So your just becoming the heaths bike then? To think after everything you'd sink so low to ruin yourself- Ava was one thing she's always ran around behind our backs but you? I really expected better then to become a two bit whore" his words were like razors ice picks hitting your chest, he always knew how to slice deep. It came with being a blinder- but you never thought you'd be on the receiving end. You moved back another step bumping into Henry, you wanted to run and hide. For the first time in your life you were scared, you didn't want to feel your brothers fury.

"Do not speak to her like that in my presence ever again" Henry snarled brushing past you hiding your quivering from behind him. He was livid and for a second you thought he was going to swing for your brother.

"She's my sister-" Tommy started looking back at henry who had taken the bait hook line and sinker. But was cut off by henry stepping forward leaning over crowding Tommy thumping the table with more force then necessary. Everything jumped, the glasses ashtray even the bottle leapt from the table. You jerked gasping as the bang echoed  in the room.

"I don't give a fuck. You wont ever talk to her that again. She is mine and brother or not you will treat her with respect or you will pay for it!" everything stopped. No one moved. No one breathed. It wasn't everyday someone threatened A Shelby, least of all Tommy. Henry growled at your blue eyed brother. Tommy tilted his head taking him in.

"H-henry?" you whispered moving forward pressing a hand to the small buckle as the back of his vest tugging him back, making him stand at his full Hight just in time as John shot up from his seat ready to lunge.

"Oi! Don't you talk to him like that I'll have your fucking eyes!" he roared jumping up turning on your lover but Tommy stopped him fisting a hand in his jacket and tugging him to sit back down... He was grinning?

"Tommy?" Arthur asked not following, but then again he always was a few steps behind everyone. You frowned blinking back tears and gasped. That bastard! It was a trick! You slumped  and wrapped yourself around henry before anyone could realise what happened. Henry curled himself around you frowning confused and you tucked yourself into him.

"Any man who a the balls to defend her against me...Will protect her from anyone..." Tommy spoke and tipped his head to the seat across from him offering Henry a seat at the table. You both sat quickly beside one another Polly moved pouring you both a drink, you looked like you needed it.

"So? So you mean we can be together?" Henry asked trying to keep up with how he'd just gone from having a target on his back to having a seat with the family. Tommy smiled nodding whilst bringing his own drink to his lips sipping the amber liquid then spoke.

"Mmm But you've broken her... You'll repay me for ruining her by making her an honest woman"

"The rings in my pocket" Henry said rubbing your back as you shook next to him, the adrenaline and worry now rushing through you. All these years of anxiety washing away with sweet tears of reliefe. Henry tucked you under his arm and held you close on the bench seat hushing you as you crumbled. You didn't really register what was said instead pressed your self into him hands tugging his clothes trying to calm down.

"Then do it- but you ever turn your fists on her I'll kill you" Tommy threatened holding out his cigarette tin offering one to henry, he took it thanking him then popped it between his lips and lit the white stick. His hand only quivered slightly, the rush of what just happened hitting him.

"It will never happen, I couldn't live with myself if I ever made her feel less then perfect let alone harm her" he said squeezing you tighter to his side.

"Then we have a deal?" tommy smiled, a genuine smile as he spied the two of you. He had no doubt, if henry was willing to go toe to toe with him in his pub, in front of his family- probably the most dangerous thing you could do in the heath. Then henry will take care of you and protect you with his life. Plus Henry made you happy and that was all Tommy could ask for, your safety and happiness. Contrary to what people thought he had no issues with anyone dating his sisters. He just didn't want his girls to have weak simpering husbands to protect them should the worst ever happen... And Henry knew how to shoot a gun from his time in the forces, so when handed a weapon Tommy wont have to worry about having a newbie protecting his baby sister. And Henry will be given a gun to protect you with.

"That we do" Henry grinned shaking Tommy's hand and quickly snagged your own placing a thin gold band on your left ring finger before you could even muster a single sound. You blinked wiping your eyes pawing at the salty droplets and gasped seeing the band on your finger, a small diamond in the centre or the dainty ring.

"W-what your not e-ven gonna ask me Henry?" You stuttered at him hiccupping and sniffling trying not to have a full blown breakdown and cry from both relief and happiness. Henry laughed pressing a cheeky kiss to your cheek making you flush and tuck your head back into his chest trying to hide from the onlookers.

"Now why would I give you the chance to say no? Hmm? I may be a tad slow sometimes but I'm not a complete idiot" he purred finishing with a small chuckle, that the others echoed everyone had calmed down accepting the news. You whined at him and slapped his chest lightly pouting as henry laughed.

"Besides your brother and I made a deal" he added as you pulled back eyeing your new ring with a weak smile managing to control yourself bar a few sniffling gasps and the odd rogue tear.

"Oh s-o I'm b-business?~" you tried to tease him but the words lost their bite as you were still tearful from your crying. You were weepy you couldn't help it, today had been stressful- hell this past week had been stressful!

"Business? No... Your my world love" he cooed not caring in the slightest at how soppy he sounded. He wasn't here to put on a show for your brothers. He was here for you.

"I love you" you said peeking up at him with a shy smile.

"Good to know~" he hummed winking at you taking another drag of the cigarette, but you pouted sticking out your bottom lip like you did each time he teased you.

"Yes, yes I love you too" he caved pressing a chaste kiss to your lips drawing a growl from your eldest brother, but nothing was thrown so you summarized you were safe.

"Congratulations Henry I told you they weren't that bad" Polly spoke up quickly ending your sweet kiss before anything could go south.

"Yes Ms Polly you were right, we should have listened to you" henry admitted rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly

"Wait pol you knew?" tommy growled snapping to his aunt but the older woman rolled her eyes. Honestly you think he'd learn by now. No one pulled the wool over Polly's eyes.

"Who to you think has helped keep her from having a kid for three years Tommy! At least that's one thing I don't have to worry about anymore thank god!" she huffed pretending to be annoyed but you knew she was happy for you. She had been routing for henry, and trying to get you to tell the boys for a long time. You were just scared.

"Polly! Stop it" you squeaked flushing, no one needed to know  just what Polly had been helping you with! Least of all your fucking siblings!

"What its true? Now your free to pop them out without any uncomfortable questions from this lot, and i have no doubt it will be soon" she teased with a smirk enjoying tormenting you, she had bit her tongue for too long it was about time she got to poke fun at you. You were such a shy innocent little thing.

"Oh my god stop" you moaned ducking down as everyone chuckled at your expense. Henry then made it worse by ducking down beside you and whispered in your ear.

"...She does have a point love" then nipped at it quickly before turning back to your brothers as your face flamed.

It hadn't been the easiest of days, but in the end all the worry and anxiety had paid off not only had you managed to reveal your relationship to your family with no casualties. But you also became engaged to the man of your dreams. Tommy seemed relived, he was happy for you in his own over protective brotherly way. The freedom that came with todays outcome was worth it and now you and henry were free to start your lives together. Truly start with a marriage kids the whole nine yards! And you'd never been happier.

[attemptinghaikyuu]

Tanaka and Noya helping you flirt

A/n: I just think this would have disastrous results but in a fun way, also completely unrelated but the lost boys is a very good summery vampire movie, the vibes are spectacular

G/n reader

Suna Rintarou

You’re at a volleyball tournament, there to support your friends and yet you’re somehow being pushed into flirting

“Y/n, come on! You need practice and you already said that guy over there was cute!”

Noya’s hanging off your arm and Tanaka’s on your other side nodding his head encouragingly

All you feel is despair and it must show because Noya’s now attempting to drag you towards him and pep talk you at the same time

“Your flirting is only half bad, the people you try anything with have been jerks most of the time! But this dude seems okay so you should go for it!”

You wanna be mad at Noya, except he’s completely right

The few times you had tried to flirt had all ended in disaster

One guy had given you his number, or what you thought was his number

It had actually been a pizza place and when you realized what was happening, in a state of awkward panic, had bought two large pizzas

That had been an upsetting night, and while Tanaka and Noya had helped you eat the pizzas while simultaneously talking about how they’d beat the guy up if they saw him again, it had still left you feeling disappointed and sad

Despite yourself and your protesting you look over to the tall guy who you had found yourself staring at earlier

He really was cute, but it’d be weird to just go up to someone on their phone out of nowhere right?? I mean maybe he was doing something important right now

Well, apparently you weren’t getting any choice in this, your friends were walking you over and when you were right next to him, pushed you into his side

Startled, Suna looks up from his video and spots someone cute, you~

“Sorry! I umm, really didn’t mean to run into you like that it kinda just..”

He watches you struggle for words and can’t help the small smile on his face, and it grows a little bigger when you stumble through a pickup line

“I uh, was actually looking for something I dropped, my number you see… I sorta lost it…” you’re so embarrassed you can’t even look him in the eyes at this point. “I was wondering if I could maybe borrow yours?”

You knew you were doing a bad job, but the guy did have a little smile on his face so you were either amusing or cute like he was to you

“Yeah, I can do that. I’m Suna by the way.”

Exchanging phones and numbers quickly, and with a quick introduction yourself, you can’t help the excited grin spreading across your cheeks… even with Tanaka and Noya’s whooping in the background

Handing you back your phone, he says one last thing with a teasing look in his eyes

“I hope you asked for my number because you wanted it and not cause your friends did.” Suna pauses. “Regardless I’m glad they pushed someone so cute into me.”

With that he’s off, leaving you a flustered mess as your friends jump on top of you, demanding every detail

Amanai Kanoka

The three of you are at the gym when you spot her

Tanaka’s the one to suggest you flirt with her, they’re close friends after all

“She’s really sweet I know you’ll love her, plus I already saw you staring at her, so you gotta!”

HE KINDA JUST WANTS SOMEONE TO GO ON DOUBLE DATES WITH

Tanaka has been trying to get either you or Noya into a relationship for awhile now for that exact purpose

Today it looks like he’s focusing his attention on you solely

Noya is also joining in on the encouragement

Even though he thinks she’s a total babe, he’s already talked with her before and he thinks that you two would be a good match

It doesn’t take a lotta convincing for you to walk over to try and flirt with her

The only problem is how Tanaka failed to mention how ripped she was

But you figured it out😌

….when you walked behind her only to accidentally get bumped in the face when she turned around

Your nose is bleeding a little and you’re both freaking out but also now she’s leaning in super close to your face and woah, okay she’s super pretty

Tanaka and Noya are both by your side within seconds, freaking out with Amanai

Going to the front desk she grabs tissues for your bloody nose apologizing profusely

Tanaka introduces the both of you while Noya brings up all your skills that involve quick reacting in situations

He’s trying to cover up your obvious bad timing and judgment when you walked behind her

She’s really nice about everything though and insists on staying with you till you’re feeling 100% better

Noya starts to agree with her statement but gets stopped by Tanaka who shakes his head behind Amanai and glares at your smaller friend, gesturing between the tall girl and you

It takes a second for the dots to connect, the moment they do he’s shouting about needing to work out his lower torso

And like that your friends have left you with a wink, anxious feelings over what you should do now, and a bloody nose

Taking a deep breath you reason with yourself that its now or never

“So Amanai, do you know cpr? Because you kinda took my breath away, haha.”

It was honestly true, that hit to your face had left you breathless for a moment

She looks at you in surprise, her face going completely red

“O- oh I, well,” she thinks you’re adorable of course, she’s just surprised someone would take interest in her

Regaining composure as much as she can, she smiles and tells you that she does actually know cpr

It gets the two of you laughing and you both just talk for awhile after

By the end you both have exchanged numbers and have a date setup for the next week

Tanaka’s so freaking excited when you tell him, it’s almost like he’s the one who scored the date

[robininthelabyrinth]

I’ve never seen a de aged NHS or NMJ fic, and I’d really like too see how you write one (especially if it’s one where young NHS is transported too the present, and old NHS is transported to the past, before his brother dies OR after!)

“Sometimes,” Wei Wuxian said, when it’s late at night and they’re really drunk and he’s been whining up a storm over nonsense to the point that even Nie Huaisang, master of whining, asked him why, “sometimes it’s just - when I’m feeling really spoiled, I go back to being, y’know, like a little kid. Five, or three.”

Jiang Cheng just huffed, clearly already used to the idea, clearly acting like Wei Wuxian’s just stating the obvious, but Nie Huaisang’s eyes went wide. 

“You do?” he asked, jaw dropping open into what he knew was an unseemly sort of gaping motion, like a fish, but in his defense – “I’ve never met anyone else who does that!”

Wei Wuxian squinted at him. “‘Else’? You mean you do it too?”

“Yeah! Though I don’t go back that far – just to age seven or so.”

He was rounding up a little, but mostly seven didn’t sound as good.

“Seven’s better than three,” Jiang Cheng opined. He was sprawled out on his stomach, looking like he was contemplating taking an extra helping from their snack pile. He probably didn’t go little at all, the bastard. “You can feed yourself when you’re seven. This asshole here –” He meant Wei Wuxian. “– needs spoon-feeding.”

Wei Wuxian reached over and hit up upside the head, but didn’t deny it.

Nie Huaisang giggled. “Yeah, eating is fine,” he said. “I mostly just need a lot of hugs and stuff, to help me calm down and feel better. My da-ge gives the best hugs.”

“I think I’d be too scared to try it,” Wei Wuxian said, though he looked wistful. Even a little jealous.

He should be. Da-ge’s hugs were the best hugs.

“I know I’d be too scared,” Jiang Cheng interjected. “Even at the age I currently am.”

“Well, he’s not your da-ge, is he?” Nie Huaisang said haughtily.

“I can’t even imagine him giving hugs,” Jiang Cheng said, rolling over onto his back.  “He’s just – you know?”

“Tall? Strong? Terrifying?” Wei Wuxian suggested, then sighed. Wistful again. “I can imagine it, no problem. He must give great hugs. He’s got arms for days; it must feel so safe and secure.”

“I’ll give you the arms, I guess,” Jiang Cheng agreed, though he sounded doubtful. “I mean, he could probably pick you up.”

“Oh, definitely,” Nie Huaisang said. “Being picked up is key to a truly fantastic hug.”

Nods all around, even from Jiang Cheng.

“This is really great,” he added enthusiastically. “I didn’t think that it happened to anyone else; I thought it was just me! Da-ge’s always really strict about me not letting anyone else know…and it’s not like it’s all the time, you know? Just sometimes. When it’s safe.”

When he was feeling sick-to-his-stomach stressed, followed by a moment of sheer intense relief – and when his brother was around, of course. He couldn’t feel safe if his brother wasn’t around.

“Just sometimes,” Wei Wuxian agreed. “Just like I mostly do it when my shijie is there, she’s really comforting to. I don’t know why you’d have to keep it a secret, though. It’s not really that embarrassing.”

Jiang Cheng huffed. “Says you.”

“Da-ge’s always worried someone will try to use it against me,” Nie Huaisang confessed.

“Well, we won’t,” Jiang Cheng promised him, and Wei Wuxian nodded along as well, and really, Nie Huaisang could just start crying with how nice it felt to have people who understood.

“Maybe I’ll come find you guys next time, if you’re ever in Qinghe when it happens,” he said, wiping his eyes. “I can talk to da-ge; he can give you guys hugs, too.”

“You know who I really want hugs from?” Wei Wuxian said, a mischievous light in his eyes. “Lan Zhan! I bet he –”

“Don’t say his name! He’ll appear!”

“No, he won’t, he – oh! Uh! Hi! Lan Zhan, we were – uh…”

Lan Wangji glared at them.

Nie Huaisang tried to hide behind something, misjudged, and fell over straight onto his face.

Ouch.

“– not allowed in the Cloud Recesses!”

Da-ge’s going to kill me, he thought miserably, and stopped thinking about any of it.

He didn’t think much more about that conversation at all, in fact, not through their entire adventure with Wen Qing and the scary goddess statute, not with Xue Yang and the massacre and the battle there, not up until he made it home and they had a big banquet and everything was really great and he was home and calm and everything was fine –

Yeah, he probably should’ve been able to call what happened next.

He crawled into his brother’s bed.

“Hmm? Oh, Huaisang,” his brother said, waking up with a start and calming at the sight of him, and then he sighed. “I thought you’d started getting over this.”

“Uh-uh,” he said, even though he’d started wondering himself. It’d been a while. “Gimme a hug.”

His brother pulled him close – and truly, no one in the world gave hugs like his da-ge did. “Don’t go running around too much in the morning,” he said, already falling back asleep. “We have guests.”

Naturally, the next morning, Nie Huaisang woke up first, full of energy and pep – he was seven, after all (nearly), and they were far more excitable than either seventeen-year-olds or twenty-five-year-olds – and that’s about when he remembered that for once he didn’t have to worry about hiding away from their guests because his guests were like him. They got little, too.

“What the fuck,” Wei Wuxian shouted when Nie Huaisang jumped on his bed. “Who the fuck?!”

Nie Huaisang laughed at him. “It’s me, Wei-xiong!” he said happily, waving his arms around. His sleeves were always too long when he went little – his brother insisted that he wear something loose enough that he wouldn’t hurt himself if suddenly went big again – and it was a little funny to see Wei Wuxian from this angle; it made him all big and gangly. “I know your shijie’s not here and all, but it’s very nice; do you want to go little? If you’re five, da-ge will definitely give you a hug!”

Wei Wuxian stared at him. “Nie…Huaisang?”

His voice was wrong – all weird and strangled – and Nie Huaisang started to have that awful itchy feeling that he’d done something wrong. 

He knew it was possible, he often did the wrong thing, and he was even more liable to make mistakes when he’d regressed back to being seven than he normally did. His brother said that it wasn’t his fault, since after all having the same memories as his grown-up self didn’t actually mean that he could process all of them the same way – his brain was seven again, after all, and sometimes he couldn’t quite parse the big feelings and complex thoughts that grown-up him had - but he still felt bad about it when it happened.

It felt like he’d made a mistake now.

But he’d been so sure that his older self had talked it over with Wei Wuxian, and that Wei Wuxian had said he was like him. So why was he acting so surprised all of a sudden?

Nie Huaisang started fidgeting with his sleeves the way he did when he was anxious, his breath starting to come fast. “Wei-xiong,” he said, biting his lip. “You’re little sometimes, like me, right? You said…didn’t you say?”

“I –” Wei Wuxian started to say, then stopped and wet his lips. “Nie-xiong…er...Nie-didi...”

The door open and Nie Huaisang’s brother strode in, his face black with rage. Nie Huaisang, distressed, immediately scrambled off the bed to throw himself at him, to clutch at him and press his face into his robes as if it would hide his shame and embarrassment.

He really hadn’t meant to make such an awful mistake. He really hadn’t, honest!

“Wei-gongzi,” his brother said, voice stiff.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Wei Wuxian blurted out. His eyes were still fixed on Nie Huaisang. “I won’t, I promise – it’s not his fault. Really. When we were at the Cloud Recesses, I told him that sometimes I like to be a kid, with my shijie, and he thought – he must have thought –”

“He assumed you were not referring to merely playacting,” Nie Mingjue said. His voice was heavy, but a little less imminently violent; it was a good thing that Wei Wuxian had started by saying he wouldn’t tell.

“He’s a child,” Wei Wuxian said. His voice was awed. “He’s – he’s actually a child again. He’s small and – and cute – his cheeks are so chubby –”

Nie Huaisang could feel his brother starting to soften a little – he’d always liked it when people complimented Nie Huaisang – and he decided to press his luck, tugging on his brother’s robes and standing up high on his tip-toes in a silent plea that his brother acceded to, reaching down and picking him up in his arms. The best place in the world to be.

“I told Wei-xiong that your hugs are the best, da-ge,” he whispered in his brother’s ear, his own arms looped around his brother’s neck. “’cause they are.”

His brother sighed a little.

“He’s seven, right?” Wei Wuxian said. “He said – age seven. Is there a reason it’s seven?”

Nie Huaisang buried his face into his brother’s neck.

“When our father died,” his brother said.

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian said, and his voice was suddenly awkward. “I’m – sorry. But…how?  He’s obviously been both physically and mentally transformed, although his memories still seem intact…”

“The details aren’t important,” Nie Huaisang’s brother said firmly. “What’s important is that you understand that no one can know.”

“Of course,” Wei Wuxian said at once. “I can’t even imagine – if the Wen sect found out –”

“They can never know.”

“Never. I promise.”

“Good,” Nie Huaisang’s brother said with satisfaction. Then, a moment later, “Is there something you want to say?”

Nie Huaisang looked up to see Wei Wuxian biting his lower lip. “No,” he said. “It’s – no, it’s nothing.”

“Just say it.” Nie Huaisang’s brother had never had much time for nonsense. “You’ve seen our secrets; you can trust me that whatever you say, I won’t judge.”

Wei Wuxian still hesitated for a moment longer, but another glare from his brother got him to finally blurt out, “Could I have a hug?”

A long moment of silence, that eventually Nie Huaisang broke with a giggle. “See, da-ge,” he said. “I told you your hugs are the best!”

“Never mind,” Wei Wuxian said, his face bright red. “It’s stupid, I don’t –”

Nie Huaisang’s brother sighed, a sharp exhale, and went over to the bed, still balancing Nie Huaisang on his hip. He sat down and wrapped his other arm around Wei Wuxian, pulling him in tight. “And what do you like to be called?”

“…A-Xian,” Wei Wuxian mumbled, pressing his cheek against Nie Mingjue’s shoulder. “Call me A-Xian.”

[hey-its-nonny]

Yay! I was thinking if you could write a Thranduil x Male Reader. The reader is Thranduil’s husband, he’s shy, caring, intelligent and small (I mean compared to Thranduil😂). I just want Thranduil being all sappy and protective of his lovely Angel! Thrandul’s husband is such a cute cinnamon roll🥰 and Thranduil just spoils him so much! His husband wants new clothes? Done. New Jewels? Done. Thranduil loves to pamper his husband, always the best things for his Angel!

Omg! Imagine Gandalf and the others meeting Thranduil’s husband (he’s a motherly figure to Legolas) and just being so in love with him omg. Just some Thranduil being a big softie and protecting his husband! Ahhh so cute

Thanks for your time!

Love it!!!

fluffy one shot coming right up!

this differs a bit from canon, but it’s hilarious so just bear with me.

warnings: Bullying, slightly underweight reader, protective (lowkey scary) Thranduil

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You strolled across the bridge, tugging at the hem of the soft, olive green tunic resting around your torso.

You knew they’d find you if you didn’t get to the library soon, so you put a bit of pep in your step. A group of elves claiming to be your friends usually paid you a weekly visit on your way to work.

Most of the time they just made fun of you, so it was easy to brush off; but there were times when they got a punch or two in to really make their point.

Unfortunately, this was one of those special occasions from the looks of it.

The tall, dark haired group of brutish elves steadily followed you, only speeding up when you spared them a glance.

At this point, you were running to the library.

That only fueled their ambitions, though. They chased after you, hellbent on ruining your day.

Then, you made it into the maze of books, finding shelter behind your desk. You looked up to make sure they didn’t hear your breathing, peeking above the surface to check if they were gone.

They weren’t.

Even better, they saw you. With grins more twisted than the labyrinth of books you sat in front of, they slowly approached you.

The closer they got, the further you backed away. Once your back hit the wall, heart racing, you realized there was no way out of this.

Mine of the elves, Belhír, if you remembered correctly, grabbed the collar of your shirt and offered a bone chilling smile, sending shivers down your spine.

Accepting your fate, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the blows sure to come.

Only thing was, there weren’t any.

You opened your eyes and lo and behold, Thranduil Opherion, your king and frequent visitor, stood in front of you, cooler than an autumn breeze.

You’d only interacted with him a few times, but from what you remembered, he was a decent man. You might have even gone so far as to develop a silly little crush on the king.

“Release him.” The elf demanded, voice smooth, yet somehow sharper than knives.

Belhir immediately let go of you, clearly baffled by the king’s mere presence.

Yet, the king was focused on you. He stared at you, sending blood straight to your cheeks.

Three simple words broke the silence, Thranduil’s gaze never leaving your face.

“Come with me.”

———

Now, you sat beside your husband in the garden, basking in the warm embrace he gave.

”Y/n? Can you hear me?” The elf inquired, pressing a kiss to your forehead to make sure you heard him.

With heated cheeks, you sheepishly smiled, pressing a kiss to your husband’s jaw.

”Sorry, meleth, I was just lost in thought.” You apologized, shivering at the deep chuckle against your neck. In reality, however, you were a bit disappointed.

Today was your anniversary and Thranduil still hadn’t remembered. You decided to drop one more hint, hoping he’d remember the event.

“What’s on your mind, my love?” Thranduil asked, eyes trained on your face just as they were the day everything changed.

“The day we became a family.” You answered, your voice laced with nothing but love for the two boys so deeply intertwined in your life.

Your husband hummed, running his fingers through your hair. “One of the best days of my life.” He replied, standing up and holding his hand out for you to follow, his grin warmer than the sun.

“Come with me.”

You followed him out of the garden you’d grown to love, curious as to where he was taking you. With a bit of patience and some walking, you found yourself standing in front of your shared quarters.

Now you were just confused.

“What are we doing?” You asked, tilting your head to convey your confusion.

Thranduil just smiled. “Get dressed. I have a something for you.”

Still confused, you obliged, slipping in between the doors of your closet.

You had to admit, knowing he didn’t remember hurt your feelings, but it was just a date in time. It was silly to be upset about.

You dressed into a f/c robe, one that Thranduil had given you, and tousled your hair in the mirror before striding out of the room, still clueless as to what was going on.

Thranduil looked stunned when you walked out, eyes wide. Shaking himself from his trance, Thranduil offered his hand.

“You look wonderful, meleth nîn.” Your cheeks flushed while you took the elvenking’s hand.

“Thank you, love.”

Thranduil lead you down the hall, dead silent with an expression more solid than the ground you walked upon.

You realized that you were heading towards the celebration hall. Why were you going there?

Was he throwing a party for some reason?

Oddly enough, you were right.

Thranduil opened the door for you, that wretched, gorgeous smile tainting his lips as your eyes lit up.

Everything was decorated so beautifully.

Flowers and green garlands were strung high everywhere, adding to the natural beauty this kingdom already held.

Upon looking closely, you saw that the flowers Thranduil had chosen to decorate with were the same flowers you’d put up on your wedding day. You couldn’t believe he remembered.

”Happy anniversary, my darling.” A low, beautifully familiar voice stated, accompanied by a hand slipping around your waist.

You grinned, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around Thranduil’s neck, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“You remembered.” You breathed, your goofy grin melting the elvenking’s heart.

Thranduil scoffed. “Of course I did.“ He hummed, smooth voice ringing into the almost completely silent room.

It was just the two of you in there, which made it so much sweeter. While you knew Thranduil loved being the center of attention, you were quite the opposite.

You liked leading a more private life, and Thranduil knew that. Somehow, you loved him even more.

With a nod towards a group of musicians, Thranduil led you out onto the large dance floor, gripping your hand with a smile.

While your cheeks darkened, your smile went in the other direction, brightening with each step Thranduil lead you in.

The music only elevated how you felt, sweet melodies touching your heart while you danced in the arms of the one you called your home.

You wanted to cry a bit, in all honesty, just because of how happy you were, but you refrained from it to keep from confusing Thranduil.

You watched Thranduil’s feet, attempting to remember the dance as best you could. While you were focused on getting the steps right, Thranduil was merely admiring how perfect you were to him.

You were sweet, caring, intelligent beyond comparison, handsome, strong in the sense of willpower (he was actually very concerned when he first saw you.), and to put it simply, everything Thranduil needed.

You were everything he wanted, too.

Thranduil watched you dance, madly in love with the way you tried so hard. While he would never speak to anyone else this way, Thranduil opened his mouth and spoke with a honeyed tone.

”My love, it’s just us. Do not worry about formalities.” He reminded, finding that this was one of the first times he’d spoken this gently since his first love left him.

Then, he realized how lucky he was to have you.

As if you knew what was running through his mind, you smiled up at him, slowing the dance to kiss him.

It was sweet, affectionate, and conveyed the love you both shared for each other.

Once you pulled away, you grinned, wrapping your arms around Thranduil’s neck, falling into a slow sway as the music followed.

”I love you.” You breathed, cheeks so red, you had to avert your gaze to the floor.

You couldn’t see it, but Thranduil was genuinely smiling at you, admiring how phenomenal you were.

“And I love you.” He replied, tone smooth and loving.

After plenty of dancing, you both grew tired and decided to call it a day.

You both changed out of your formal wear, settling in under the covers of your shared bed with content.

You laid on your side, Thranduil behind you as the day came to a close.

”Goodnight, Ithildin nîn.” Thranduil hummed, wrapping an arm around your waist with a kiss to the nape of your neck.

You shivered, placing your hand over Thranduil’s. “Goodnight, meleth. Thank you.”

Upon seeing the way your body reacted to it, Thranduil kissed the nape of your neck again just to tease.

“For what?”

You shivered again, playfully smacking his hand.

“A wonderful life.”

~~~~ Thranduil’s ooc bc in this one he’s not heartbroken and angsty all the time :)

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Prompt: Both Danny and Clockwork know (Danny from experience, Clockwork because he can see it) how much knowing someone believes in you can lift you up. And the blonde quirkless boy who will one day carry the world on his shoulders certainly needs that lift right now.(Toshi gets a little pep-talk from an old ghost. - Not that he knows that last part)

This world was strange, Danny decided.  Almost everyone was born with the seed of their ghost already in them and nurtured it throughout their lives, and yet they all passed beyond the veil without so much as a whisper of fuss.  

Although his world would probably seem equally strange to these people.  Or maybe it would just seem archaic.  According to the reading he’d done before Clockwork sent him here, ‘quirks’ hadn’t always been a thing.  

And part of the weirdness Danny was experiencing could be because he was in this world’s version of Japan.  

Danny stopped in front of the school building.  He was probably short enough to pass for a member of the youngest grade, but, thankfully for his pride, he was to be joining the second years.  The equivalent of eighth grade.  

Again, it was a bit of a blow, but becoming half-ghost had stopped his aging before he’d ever even stepped foot into a high school.  So.  At least it was sort of accurate.  

He brought his transfer paperwork to the office and had his uniform inspected.  When that was done, he was taken up to classroom 2B.  

New students worked a lot differently in Japan.  He couldn’t recall a single new student being made to introduce themselves like this when he was in middle or high school.  

“Ah, now,” said the teacher, making a quelling motion with their hand, “does anyone have any questions for Fenton-san?”

“What’s your quirk?” asked an excitable girl, waving her hand.  

“I can sense when people are near me,” said Danny, naming the power that would be most difficult for him to hide.  “When someone approaches, my body temperature drops.  It seems to drop more for strong people.”  He rubbed the back of his neck.  “It isn’t super impressive, I know.”  But it would explain the puff of mist from his ghost sense.  How he’d never been caught back home escaped him.

It was subtle, but everyone’s eyes flicked towards a blonde boy who was sitting in the corner.  The boy’s hands tightened on the edges of his desk, showcasing the scuffs on his knuckles.  Danny let his eyes find the boy’s face.  

Oh, that was the one.  The one who needed just a tiny push to set this world on a better path.  Danny smiled, and walked to his seat as directed.  

.

“Hi!  Yagi-san, right?” he asked, brightly.  “Is it okay if I sit here?”

“Uh,” said the boy, obviously surprised.  “Sure.  I guess.”

“Okay,” said Danny, setting down his tray.  “I just don’t want to displace your friends or anything.”

Yagi grimaced.  “Yeah.  Friends,” he muttered.  “Er, Fenton-san, you seem really nice and all, but...  If you hang out with me, people will pick on you.”

“Eh?  Why?” asked Danny.  Nothing about Yagi struck Danny as particularly bully-able.  He was tall, fit, and good looking.  Much skinnier than Dash had been, but in Danny’s book that was a plus.  Danny had no doubt that Clockwork’s prediction about his future would come to pass.

“Because I’m quirkless.”

“So?  Twenty percent of everyone is quirkless.”

“Not in Japan,” said Yagi.  If he’d been using a fork, Danny would have expected him to stab something.  As it was, they both had chopsticks. 

“My sister’s quirkless,” said Danny.  “She’s going to be a psychologist.”  He carefully picked up a clump of rice.  

“Oh,” said Yagi.  “That’s nice.”  He looked a little less defensive, now.  

“I don’t think I’d want to be friends with anyone who’d be mean to her.”

Yagi nodded, a small amount of doubt still on his face.  

“Anyway,” continued Danny.  “I really liked what you said in history class, about symbols!  I don’t know if I really subscribe to the great man theory of history, myself, but there’s something to be said for good examples.”

.

Alright.  That hadn’t been so bad for the first day.  Even if it was in a different language, Danny had learned most of this before, and it wasn’t like he was maintaining grades for anything but his cover.  

He’d leave in three months.  In four, Yagi Toshinori would meet Shimura Nana for the first time.  If Danny did his job right...

Well.  Only time would tell what kind of symbol Yagi would become.  

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Wavelength

Prompt: “I heard a rumour.” -- @challengingwords​ prompt #39

Pairing: Rowoon x female reader

Genre: office au / suggestive

Warnings: a bit of enemies to lovers except the relationship is not fully established.

Word count: 1492

“I heard a rumour,” Taeyang murmured to you as he sat down with haste. His eyes darted around to ensure it was safe enough to elaborate, soon scooting his chair closer to yours. “Apparently, we’re getting a new manager.”

“Nonsense,” you breathed, rolling your eyes in response. “I got told if there was ever a need for new management that I would be offered the role.”

“That’s what we all thought, but Penelope was just telling Jaeyoon that-”

“Rumours are just that,” you interjected firmly, your eyes travelling back to the computer screen in front of you. “Unless it’s based on factual evidence, there’s no point to buying into uncredited information.”

However, you were stunned when your boss Marion introduced a tall man to you all as your new manager the following Monday.

Your mind was reeling. As a senior member of staff, you had been priming for a promotion now for over two years. You had the skillset to become the manager of the department. You knew every person’s weaknesses and strengths to keep the working environment at its best.

You had been convinced it was just a stupid rumour.

So, when the introduction of Kim Rowoon was over, instead of watching the man head to his desk with Penelope and the other females fluttering about, you stormed into your boss’ office and placed your hands onto your hips.

“What’s this?”

“What’s what, Y/N?”

“You told me I would become manager. In fact, you told my entire team to consider me as that. Now they, and I, have to answer to someone else?”

Marion steepled her fingers together and let out a sigh. “I too answer to higher-ups, Y/N. My hands are tied. When the Chairman’s favourite nephew returned from-”

“Does he have the qualifications?”

“He seems adequate on paper.”

“This is ridiculous!” you whined, and Marion shrugged.

“What do you want me to do? Tell the Chairman that I have someone more capable for the job and that his favourite nephew shouldn’t be placed in charge of the department? I have three kids I need to feed, Y/N. Welcome to the corporate world. The good news is, Rowoon isn’t in charge entirely. On paper, yes, but I’d like you both to work together as a team. You’ll be getting a pay raise too. So essentially, it is the promotion you were aiming for.”

You snorted. “Except not one that allows me to rule on merits alone. I’m not angry at you, just the situation.”

“It might be something amazing. Give Rowoon a chance before you instantly pit him in the other corner of a boxing match, Y/N.”

It was hard to accept the dual leadership with Rowoon. For one, he had been overseas for the past five years, and the way he led the way was not how it worked here. It clashed with your approach to everything. Therefore, you were always tense in his company.

It only got worse when the new manager’s office was allocated, and you both had to share the space.

“Have you got the report on the Atticus account?” Rowoon asked from his desk, and you looked up at the man and frowned.

“You’re in charge of that account.”

“Yes, but your team cross-checked the numbers for me and were meant to run it past you.”

“My team? Aren’t we meant to be one whole unit? Stop assigning work to me that I’m not a part of from the beginning. If you got someone to run-”

“Okay! Thanks for the pep-talk, Y/N. It’s always a pleasure working with you,” he shot sarcastically as he walked out of the office, and you threw yourself back in your chair, seething at the interaction.

It wasn’t ever going to work between you with this tension.

You did try, the following week, to be less at his throat, but it was a hard pill to swallow answering to Rowoon’s commands. You had established too many well-oiled systems that were foreign to the man, and subsequently, he was relying on you to teach him everything from the ground up.

This meant a lot more overtime than you signed up for.

“Our Chinese is here,” Rowoon announced as he walked back into the office and placed the food delivery down on the small meeting table in the middle of the room.

Getting up from your desk and discarding your blazer, you smiled brightly. “Thank you!”

“Do you know you only seem to appreciate me when food is around?” he mentioned wryly, loosening off the tie around his neck before unbuttoning his shirt’s cuffs.

“Well, you do have good taste in food. I’ll give you that.”

“I’ll take whatever compliment you’ll give me, Y/N.”

You were midway in dishing out the food when you noticed the way Rowoon rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing his forearms. He seemed unaware of how stuck you were on his arms as he sat down across from you until you still hadn’t moved.

“Y/N?”

“Huh? Oh. Sorry, lost in thought.”

“About my arms?” he mused, and you snapped your gaze up to his eyes.

So, he was aware after all.

“What? No.”

“It’s okay. I found it difficult to speak on the phone earlier to Clare Neutronics with you twirling your hair around your finger absent-mindedly. We’re even.”

“You did? Even with what?”

Rowoon took his eyes off the food momentarily, his brows dipping before he smirked. “The tension between us is evident, Y/N.”

“I agree to a point. I don’t like the tension, but I think you’re construing it as a different type of friction than I view it as.”

“Really? I was certain there was mutual attraction between us.”

You laughed loudly and then paused, your eyes narrowing on the man before you.

Rowoon was undeniably attractive. He was a classic type of handsome, very gentlemanly in appearance. Had you not met as opponents, you probably would have spent more time admiring him than the little you had.

Staring back at you, Rowoon then smiled meekly. “I guess it’s just me then.”

“You’re attracted to me?”

“Do you want to really get into this with me, Y/N? Think about the position we’re in before you ask for further information. If you’re not already aware of it, this could complicate our working environment.”

“We’re fighting for the same role.”

“No, we’re not.”

You gaped at him. “We are! I was going to be promoted to manager, but you came along, the Chairman’s favourite nephew who stole the show!”

“So that’s why you’re bitter towards me. I’ll have you know I’ve worked my way up from the ground to get to here.”

“I know,” you agreed bitterly, sighing heavily. “I’m aware you have some skill.”

Rowoon pursed his lips together. “Some.”

“I admit, we’re slowly getting there together. This wasn’t how I imagined my promotion, though.”

��I guess we just don’t match the same wavelength in multiple areas.”

“You’re throwing out breadcrumbs for me to pick up intentionally now,” you accused, and the way Rowoon gazed at you confirmed it. You huffed with annoyance at your growing curiosity. “Fine, I’ll bite. Tell me the answer to my previous question.”

“It’s hard working with you.”

“I’m intolerable, I can agree.”

Rowoon shook his head. “Not like that, well… I’m not going to go there right now. You asked me to elaborate on attraction. There’s a whole lot of it for you coming from me.”

“Really?”

“I was convinced you felt the same way, which was why we were butting heads. Eventually, we would have had to address that so our working partnership could improve. I guess we avoided that.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“Quite. I’ll have to figure other outlets for the images of workplace misconduct that I’ve thought of.”

Laughing, you watched the man before you as he ate. He had a few mouthfuls before giving up and capturing your gaze with his own. “Are you trying to figure me out?”

“A little.”

“I shouldn’t be satisfied with that,” he replied, lowering his eyes back to his meal. He grew smug. “But I am.”

“I never said I liked you.”

“You’re considering it.”

“I’m trying to figure how you came to that being the answer to our tension.”

“Jaeyoon mentioned…”

“What? What did he say?!”

“Well, he thought that might be the reason for your intolerable ways.”

“So, you admit I’m intolerable.”

Rowoon groaned before chuckling. “There’s no way out of this deep hole, is there?”

“This is the longest conversation we’ve had, you know.”

“I’m aware. I’m enjoying it.”

“I have to admit I am too.”

Sharing a smile, you wondered what this new information would lend to your relationship with Rowoon. On a professional level, you hoped it would break down the barriers between your work ethics.

Though, the idea of figuring out what Rowoon had been imagining had ignited further interest within you.

Maybe you’d find yourselves on the same wavelength eventually.

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Clandestine Meetings - Prologue

Bucky x reader | Word Count: 1012 | Warnings: Charming Bucky?

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One year, six months, and fourteen days.

That’s exactly how long you’ve been graduated from college; exactly how long you’ve tried and consistently failed at launching your writing career.

It’s not that you’re bad at writing. According to every editor, blog-runner, and marketing director you’ve submitted work to, it was simply timing, not you. And as much as you try to not let it affect you, you’re one rejection letter away from throwing in the towel and accepting you’re going to work as an underpaid barista for the rest of your life.

That was, however, until you received a call from Stark Publishing, the leading publishing company in North America. It wasn’t a glamorous position, just something akin to an assistantship gig that you're sure you’ll still be underpaid for. At least you were getting your foot in the door, though, right?

Right. Or, that’s at least what you tell yourself as you settle into the high-tech elevator in the flashiest office building in New York City. You press the button for the 45th floor, stomach doing a few somersaults as you think of being up that high, and dare the doors to shut before anyone else can get in. You couldn’t get that lucky, of course, and right before the doors closed, a tan, perfectly kempt hand shoves its way in.

“Thank god,” the owner, a deliciously tall, wonderfully lean man pants as the doors part for him. “Already late for this meeting.” He vigorously pushes the button for the 43rd-floor repeatedly as if it will make the elevator move quicker.

You internally curse the universe. Not only were you losing your mind over this interview with Mr. Stark, the owner of the magazine, and his editor-in-chief Ms. Potts, but now you were also stuck in a small space with the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid eyes on. As if you weren’t sweating enough.

Your hands grow even clamier as you grip your faux leather portfolio just a little tighter. You cast your gaze down at a kitten-heeled foot, which is now anxiously tapping on the metallic floor.

“Nervous ‘bout somethin’?” the handsome stranger asks, voice deep like espresso and as smooth as whiskey.

You chance a peek at the man and find two light blue orbs looking down at you, dancing with amusement. A little stubble shadows the sharp angles of his jawline, and his pink, pillowy lips turn up into a shy grin. The smile looks familiar, like something you’ve seen in a dream long ago, but you can’t place a finger on it. You know for a fact you’ve never met this man before - you’d remember someone like him. Plus, you doubt he runs in the same circle as you, considering the sunglasses perched on top of his perfectly quiffed Chesnut locks look like they cost double your rent. It made sense, especially if he worked for Stark. Maybe you’ll be in that position one day, you hope.

The man shifts a little, making you realize you’ve been staring a little too long without actually saying anything. You quickly avert your eyes as your cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Uh, I’ve got an interview,” you say shakily. “With the big man himself.”

The stranger offers a chuckle that gently reverberates in his chest. “Nah, you don’t have anything to worry about. Stark��s all talk. Absolutely no bite.” You look back up at him and find that his grin has doubled in size. “You just gotta walk in there with your head held high and show him who’s in charge of this interview.”

“That’s easier said than done,” you mumble. You’ve been shy and a little unsure of yourself before you started interviewing, but after the endless stream of “we regret to inform you” emails and calls, your confidence is at an all-time low.

The man shrugs and crosses his bulky arms over his broad chest. He doesn’t know who you are. He may have a preconceived notion from reading your resume or stalking your social media, but he doesn’t know you. My ma always told me to fake it ‘till I made it and, well, it’s worked so far.” He flashes that smile at you again, a genuine smile with teeth gleaming even in the dim elevator lighting and crinkles creasing the corners of his eyes.

How is he so perfect?

“Even if you’ve got the confidence of a three-legged horse racin’ in the Kentucky Derby, you need to pretend that you don’t. You’re young, beautiful, and obviously smart if Stark is even considering you for a position. You just gotta believe it until you become it.”

The laughter that bubbles up from your tummy surprises you. “Do you do this often? Give pep talks to strangers in elevators?”

This makes his eyes crease again with joy, and you can’t help but preen a little at the fact you were, for the moment, the source of this man’s happiness. “Only when they’re real pretty.”

You feel your cheeks heat up again as the elevator dings, and an automated Irish-lilted voice chimes through the small space, informing you that you’ve reached the 43rd floor. You can’t help but feel a rush of disappointment now that your ride with this man is over. You wish you could channel some of that mock confidence he was just talking about and ask him for his name. But as luck would have it, you can’t make yourself speak.

“Well, this is where I say goodbye,” the man says as he fixes the sleeve of his jacket - not quite a suit but much nicer than your average sweater. “Good luck on your interview!” he cheerfully says as he steps out. “Remember, you’re great, and you go this.”

You can hear the echoes of his voice greeting staff members as he turns to make his way down the hall. You longingly watch as the doors close slowly. You suddenly found a motivation other than paying bills and eating for wanting this job. And it just so happens to be heading for a meeting.

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Wild Child | F.W

Wild Child x Harry Potter AU // 3k words // this is all thanks to @starlightweasley​ for making it happen and giving me the inspiration + plot to do it!!

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Two months ago the worst day of your life happened. Two months ago your father dragged you, kicking and screaming, to a portkey- ready to ship you off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. “Y/N, this is the last straw! I have had it up to here with your pranks.” you screamed back at him, pulling your hand from his grip, “You ship me off to England for what? To replace me like you replaced mom? Real jerk move dad.” The second you laid eyes on the overbearing castle you already knew you hated it. 

You were now laid back against your uncomfortable bed, rolling your eyes, “FYI this place sucks, I can’t even breathe properly with how stuffy these uniforms are and don’t even get me started on the lack of fun and opportunities for pranks. It’s H-E-double L here.” Hermione, pulls a chair up next to your poster bed, resting against one of the posts. “You could at least try and have fun, you know. It’s not all that bad when you forget about the lack of sun and abundant rain.” Ginny looks up from her book, swinging her legs so they’re dangled off the windowsill, “If you’re so desperate to leave, you’ll just have to get yourself expelled - simple pranks and mischief isn’t enough to do it, think bigger.” you sigh pushing yourself to sit up, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your head on your knees.” 

A debate ensued as the evening grew, Hermione taking herself away from the conversation and to the common room to avoid any chance of getting roped into expulsion with your antics. “If we’re going big with pranks, there’s nobody better to go to than Fred and George.” Parvati suggests, “Even better you could try snogging one of them, It would send Umbridge mad.” Padma adds, Ginny retches at the idea, turning up her nose with disgust but laughing a little “The thought of anyone snogging any one of my brothers is ghastly, but It’s not a bad Idea, from what I’ve heard they’re not looking to stick around with the pink devil here.” You smile softly, looking up at Ginny as she continues, “Let’s get you your ticket home for Christmas!”

Sure you had played quidditch back home but you were only ever a reserve, so when ginny flew down to you, yelling that you had to take her place, not only was your heart beating out of your chest, but you suddenly questioned any and all experience you had on a quidditch pitch. Maybe you didn’t know how to play, maybe your Ilvermorny friends were lying when they said you had talent. Before you knew it, you were whizzing around the pitch, quaffle in hand, ready to score. Gryffindor were ahead 40 points by the time Harry had caught the golden snitch, meaning that not only had you helped in scoring goals, but you were on the winning team! 

“Not bad, Y/L/N, I didn’t know they taught good sports across the pond,” you scoff with a laugh, walking next to the tall, red haired boy as he pushes his sweat soaked hair back and you couldn’t help but think of how attractive he was, he looked down at you, stopping you from waking, wiping a stray bit of mud from your cheek with the pad of his thumb, licking his other finger to move back in to wipe the rest away, causing you to push him away with a laugh, “I don’t want your spit anywhere near me, Weasley” he smiles, “hmm, are you sure about that?” he grabs your wrist, locking eyes for a moment - you swear you could feel the tension surrounding the both of you, so thick that it could be cut with a knife, only being broken away by the sound of a high pitched scream, causing you both to spin to look in the direction of the noise. “I take it Draco found my nice little gift, I always knew he was a proud slytherin.” Fred’s eyes widen, a smirk cracking across his lips. “You didn’t.” you nodded, starting to make your way to the Gryffindor changing rooms, “Oh, I did, just a little harmless charmed shampoo,” you shrug, he follows after you, shaking his head with a small laugh “You’re trouble, you are.”

Seeing Draco walk into the great Hall for dinner that evening was a sight to see, his bright green hair and eyebrows were unmissable, it was truly a look that turned heads, You, Ginny and the rest of the team were filling your boots on the feast before the victory party continued in Gryffindor Tower. “God, if Umbridge doesn’t punish you for that on her lap dog's plea, you’re crazy, Y/N” There were laughs between mouthfuls and cheers, “She’s only learning from the best, isn’t that right?” you shake your head, taking a sip of juice “Freddie, you of all people should know I was trouble before I’d even met you.”

If there was one thing you’d learned, the English love to party and when they party, they party hard. Bottles of firewhisky were cracked open, music blaring from god knows where, there was laughter, shouting, dancing, games and kissing or, as they call it, snogging everywhere you looked. You were high off the win alone, feeling happy for one of the first times in your few months here, you had supportive friends and most of all you had a piece of your home. Your mum was a brilliant Chaser in her time, or so your father had told you. You had lost your mum in the aftermath of the first wizarding war, a death eater seeking her out all the way across the pond and killing her in front of your father. You were only three and although you don’t remember much of her, you do remember the songs she used to sing and just how magical she made your young childhood, much to the dismay of your father. You felt your chest tighten and tears prick the back of your eyes, causing you to run from the wild party.

Fred caught you fleeing the party, even the small glimpse of your sad face breaking his heart a little, never had he seen a girl as beautiful as you cry. He felt compelled to follow you and over some consolation, he was drawn to you like you were tethered by a piece of string, following your every step till he found you crouched in a corner on the floor, staring out across the black lake. He joined you on the cold stone floor, sitting across from you. “It’s not like the wild child to not be out there as the life and soul of the party,” Fred jokes, punching your arm lightly, causing you to look up at him with a puffy eyed scowl, “okay, no jokes then.” he sighs, pulling you into his side, rubbing his hand up and down your arm comfortingly. You open up to him about losing your mother and how you feel absolutely alienated by your dad, listening intently, not daring to interrupt. “I’ll make you a deal,” he speaks up after a long sigh from you, “No more head-fry behaviour, though, I sense it may be your forte” you smile a little, the corner of your mouth turning up into a smile, “I won’t fry your head if you don’t poach my heart.” he smiles tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “an eggcellent deal.” 

As you’re walking through the halls on your way to divination, a pep in your step from a good night’s sleep and a new focus, finally you’re starting to actually feel as if Hogwarts was the place to be and you feel yourself growing happier and happier with every day you spend here. You’re distracted from your thoughts when you feel yourself being pulled hurriedly into a side corridor by your hand, Fred was staring down at you, his hand pressed against the wall by your head as he traps you between the stone and his own body, “How would you feel about a going to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” he asks quietly, “Why all the secrecy Freddie? Don’t want to be caught fraternising with the enemy?” he laughs pressing a kiss to your cheek, “No, I just don’t want Umbridge finding out I’ve broken her six inch rule, but if you’re happy to risk it we can  head to divination hand in hand now.” he grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together, you giggle shaking your head, “We had a deal, no head frying.” he looks behind his shoulder before giving you some space, allowing you to continue your walk, “You didn’t answer me about the weekend.” you spin on your heel to look at him, continuing to walk backwards, “I think it would be eggciting, Freddie.” you spin back around to follow on with your journey, leaving the tall boy blushing and laughing to himself. 

Freddie Weasley was a dime away from being a whole gentleman, he picked you up from the great hall and walked with you side by side to the small wizarding town, “I didn’t put you as a girl who enjoyed walking.” he joked, nudging you with his shoulder, you roll your eyes, “Well, I didn’t expect a flying car or anything,” he smiles, scratching the back of his neck, “well actually, my dad used to own one of those,” your jaw dropped, gasping a little, “As if!” He pushes open the door to the three broomsticks, sitting you down at a table as he shrugs off his jacket, hanging it over the chair, leaving to head over to the bar, he returns with a tray carrying two drinks and a plate. “Here you go, trouble.” he puts the drink in front of you, with you now being able to spot the contents of the plate, “Bread and fries, that's my treat?” he laughs, placing a few of the chips inside the slice of buttered bread, handing you the foreign looking sandwich “If I affect your life in no other way, then allow me this honour, the humble chip butty and a butterbeer ” You gingerly take the food into your hands, looking at it cautiously before directing your attention to the drink, scanning it for a few moments, “Here we go.” you take a small bite, the softness of the bread clashed with the hot chips which had melted the butter ever so slightly, it wasn’t unpleasant but it was definitely weird, “Kind of gross, but I like it.” you pop down the sandwich, taking a sip of the butterbeer. 

After a few moments of talking, you found yourself staring into Fred’s eyes deeper and for longer, as if it no longer mattered what the two of you were saying, as long as you were with each other. “There’s something about you, Y/N,” he says, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear “Every moment I’m with you I catch my breath.” your hand presses gently against his chest, balling up the material of his t-shirt in your hand to pull him in closer. Before you knew it, your lips had connected in a soft, gentle kiss and you felt yourself melting into his touch. You were slowly coming to realise that the thing that could aid your leaving may actually be enticing you to stay. The kiss didn’t last long but it left your head spinning. 

You had made your way towards the black lake, sitting on the verge just by the water, a blanket wrapped over both your shoulders, sat talking and watching the sunset as it changed and faded the colours in the sky. You were enamoured by him. Why did you have to fall so hard for him? “I need to tell you something.” he confessed, you lift your head from where it was resting on his shoulder, “What is it?” you shift a little so that you can look into his eyes but he averts your gaze. “George and I, we’re leaving here, to set up a shop down In London, I feel guilty for not telling you sooner but I didn’t think I’d fall for you as hard as I have.” He takes a deep breath, you’re stunned for words. “I’m sorry.” he breathes out finally. You grab his face, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “Don’t ever be sorry for following your dreams, Freddie.” 

In the week or so after your date with Fred, you noticed you hadn’t seen him as much and you wondered If there had been something you’d done wrong. Surely not, he must’ve just been busy planning the perfect exit, so you left him to it, until a whole two weeks had passed. You spotted him turning down a side hall, unmistakable tall, lanky, ginger - it must be him. You hurried down the corridor, yelling after the boy, “Freddie, wait!” hearing your voice made him walk a little faster, your shorter legs struggling to make a gain on him, you stop and shout once more, “Why do you keep avoiding me?” he stops bolt in his tracks, giving you an opportunity to catch up on him. “I’m surprised you want anything to do with such a plain English boy, collecting me like a trophy to brag to your Ilvermorny friends about how easy I was, or was that just another one of your cruel pranks to finally get yourself expelled?” you look up at him, brow furrowed In confusion. “Where did you get that from, Fred? I care about you, I really do.” he rolls his eyes, pushing past you, muttering under his breath, yet still audible enough for you to hear “bullshit.” You run back after him, “Freddie, you’re right, I was trying to get myself expelled, and I knew that being associated with you would do it with how much Umbridge despises you and Gorge, you have to believe that it was a horrible to do that to you at the start but- i've fallen for you.” he sighs, rubbing his temples, “It’s too late, Umbridge is already looking for you, Looks like you’ll get your wish after all.” A tear rolls down your cheek, “Freddie, I-” he cuts you off by pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m sorry, trouble.”

The full flood gates open, as you make your way back to Gryffindor tower, tears streaming down your cheeks but your sobs are silent. How had you managed to lose the best thing to happen to you and get yourself expelled? You admire every inch of the castle grounds as you walk, fearing it’s the last time you may see it, when a picture catches your eye, locked in a cabinet full of trophies, medals and awards, you see a reflection of yourself staring back, “mom?” you whisper, pulling out your wand to unlock it with an ‘alohomora’, you grab the picture off the shelf, locking the cabinet again. McGonagall finds you wandering aimlessly, guiding you to Dumbledore’s office, “I have a feeling you will want to speak to him before your Father arrives,” she explains “Don’t worry, he’s expecting you.”

“Ah, Miss Y/N, I see you have found your way into my office,” He speaks quickly, as you come into his view, “I remember when your mother stood not too far from where you are stood before me now; a bright young student, a star quidditch player and not to mention a true hero against all odds. I take you found the photo of her in the cabinet, as you are clutching it so tightly.” you were at a loss for words, “You knew my mom?” you questioned, “Very well indeed, She was one of the best in her year, when word arrived of her death I sent all the help I could give to your father, I told him you would always find a home here at Hogwarts.” you sighed, wiping the tears from your cheeks, “Then why am I being expelled?” you query, Dumbledore pauses for a moment, “You will learn a great many things here in your time, and already I see a change, you have gained knowledge, strength, integrity, good-will and determination. You have proven that you have the capacity to do well here and as I said Hogwarts will always be your home.” you smile, “Then I can stay, can I, Professor?” The old man chuckles “You have a quidditch game to get ready for, go out there and make your mother proud.” he smiles at you, you smile back at him gratefully. “Thank you, Professor.” 

You run out, standing next to Fred, breathless from changing so quickly, “I thought you were getting expelled,” he joked, “As did I, I thought you hated me.” he sighed, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze, “Never. It’s good to have you back, trouble, even though you backed out of our deal.” you laughed, “What deal, Freddie?” you lace your fingers together, “that you won’t fry my head.” you bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Yeah, but you poached my heart.” He smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Good luck out there, trouble.” your heart flutters, “Good luck to you too, Freddie.”