#realised while making this that his welcome sprite was just slightly off

[askthearcana]

How has life been as a mercenary again lucio

[littlefreya]

Henry's reaction to finding out GF's house is haunted.

Summary: Henry’s friend invites him over to watch a horror film on Halloween, problem is he is madly in love with her.

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Unamed OFC (3rd person, no description)

Warnings: RPF, fluff, romantic goo, friends to lovers or rather idiots to lovers, brief mentions of alcohol and Henry’s green hoodie p0rn.  

Words: 1.6K

A/N: So I had to take it to the “friends to lovers” lane, also I will need all the fluff after what I am about to post tomorrow :|! Divider by @firefly-graphics. Beta’d by my beautiful @agniavateira​ . Also FYI my house is totally haunted.

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed. 

Haunted Houses

All Hallow's Eve was Henry’s favourite time of the year. The spicy autumn air was thickly shrouded by magic. Spooky tales and plastic spiders inhabited drapes of thin cotton tendrils and fat pumpkins carved with scary faces would sit on his doorstep to welcome him home or bid him farewell on his way out. 

Per tradition, he would rally close friends at midnight for a horror flick and pineapple-anchovy pizza; often a bottle of rum would be added to the party. However, this Halloween fell on a bittersweet period, as his friends grew too old for said spooky gatherings. Starting new families of their own, they had no time to indulge him.

All save for her, who just like him was still somehow single. 

How bad would it be to spend the evening just the two of them... alone? Ignoring the fact that it was enough to see her name flicker on the screen of his phone for pure warmth to enkindle in his chest. He thought about her often before he fell asleep and when he woke up; and by often, he meant every single day since he met her.

Though she didn’t think much of him as anything other than a friend she loved to banter with - he presumed. And of course she loved Kal, possibly more than she cared for him. Yet, Henry did what he did best: bury his emotions into a little pit he dug in the graveyard of his mind. 

"Heh!” Henry croaked as the door opened. His sapphires ensnared the veils of black that cloaked her, preserving the sight of silk laces tied tightly at her torso in what seemed like a gothic medieval gown. 

“I see you took off your costume for the evening." 

She narrowed her eyes but only to observe his attire carefully: that same green hoodie and a pair of worn jeans that complimented his… asset. 

She wanted to etch her fingers around the thick fabric and have a whiff of this hoodie, or perhaps just steal it and wear it forever and a day.

"First of all, it is called The Witching Hour so I must dress properly. Secondly - where is your costume, Cavill?" she crossed her arms together, looking rather displeased. 

“I’m dressed as a homicidal maniac, we look like everybody else does.” 

Snorting, she tilted her head, unimpressed. “You totally just stole this joke from Wednesday Addams.” 

Henry shrugged and pressed his lips to a thin line. One of his foolish expressive gestures. It made her feel less nervous to which she was thankful. When she suggested they’d hang out despite them being the only two, she didn’t think much of the consequences of being all alone with the man who inhabited her mind and never paid rent. Everything about Henry made her feverish, but it was always easy when others accompanied them. The awkward anxiety of having to entertain him wasn’t her job, not up till now… 

Oh, god! What if they had nothing to talk about? What if their playful chemistry was always influenced by the presence of other people?

Beads of sweat began to form below her breasts when Henry shoved a bottle of rum into her hand and then leaned in to steal a casual kiss from her cheek. She smiled with a friendly huff in return, stifling the shiver that coursed through her muscles while he welcomed himself into her home. 

Striding forward, he peered at the Halloween decorations she hung across the walls and inhaled deeply - the scent of maple and buttery chestnuts filled the cosy little house, a scent that he could easily get intoxicated with. 

It was what she smelled like and here he was, drowning in its excess.

After a quick observation, he turned to look at her, holding his hands clasped behind his back. She smiled awkwardly in return and then averted her gaze, becoming fascinated by the bottle he brought.

‘There it is,’ Henry mused, ‘that embarrassing silence, there is so much to tell her, but she probably… no! She definitely finds me boring.’

This Halloween celebration would probably be the last and it was all sorts of disastrous. 

Trying to overcome the silence, he cleared his throat and reached a hand to scratch his curly mane. “So what movie are we watching?”

“Movie?” she asked confused and then quickly corrected, “Oh yes, umm... The Exorcist.” 

“Good, love me some green vomit.” his eyes followed carefully as she waltzed into the small open kitchen, placing the rum on the counter and then returning with a large bowl that made his nostrils flare.

“Green vomit goes extremely well with caramelised popcorn,” she suggested and popped a golden flake of popcorn into her mouth. 

“Sweet-salty popcorn? I love you!” Henry groaned and snatched the bowl right away. It was only when his mouth was stuffed that he realised what words he just used. 

But she didn’t seem to react, thankfully. Instead, she brushed a hand over her many skirts and pointed toward the living room.

Hugging the bowl, Henry strode behind her, entering the dimly lit living room. The traditional pizza was already laid on the wooden coffee table, along with a few bottles of Guinness. 

Her couch was small, only fit for a couple. And Henry, being a hulking man, took most of the space. Their thighs immediately ground into one another’s, yet they both pretended as if they hadn't noticed the hot tingle running beneath the layers of clothing. 

“I have to warn you about something,” she uttered, hoping that the tremor she suddenly felt in her body was not visible to him. 

Henry crooked his eyebrow, looking at the ominous glare she offered.

“My house is totally haunted.”  

Not waiting for his answer, she grabbed the remote and pressed play. Henry chuckled at her silly joke, waiting for her to break character but she only peered at the screen.

“Nice try, I am not scared of that stuff.” He shifted in his seat slightly, lifting his lengthy arm and spreading it on the headrest right behind her. Immediately, he regretted this semi-possessive masculine gesture, but it was too late to pull it away. 

Her instincts screamed to snuggle into him yet she held back. “Don’t believe me, but I am not making this up,” she insisted, “Every night around 3 am, I hear scratching from within the walls and these thuds from the ceiling, and then one night… I woke up the door creaking.”

Henry glanced at her quietly for a long moment, watching the reflection from the screen gyrating over her glossy irises and then snorted. He leaned toward the coffee table and grabbed two beers, uncorking them with the help of his pinky ring and then offering her one of the bottles. 

“I think you have rats.”

“Rats who make heavy thuds and open bedroom doors?”

“Yup, a big fat randy rat.” he teased. “We’ll take a look at your bedroom later, but I promise you, there are no such things as ghosts.”

‘We’ll take a look in your bedroom? Great…’ He berated himself. At this point, he just wanted to sigh and shake his head. 

She peered at him oddly, her throat clenching a tad before she turned her head back to the movie with a mumble, “It’s not a ghost, it’s a demon.” 

Within a few minutes they grew quiet, deciding to focus on the movie with the occasional dry jokes and bad puns from Henry as an attempt to overcome his anxiety. Outside the window, thunder rumbled in the distance and shy raindrops lightly kissed the glass, tinted with the many vague shades of lights coming from the street. 

Now and then, Henry shifted in his seat, his meaty thigh further grinding into her leg which stirred her blood to the point of electric spasms. She lightly pushed against him, pretending it’s by accident when truthfully, she wanted to exploit every second of being in his proximity. Had she any guts, she would turn to kiss him, but the thought alone made her heart clench in fear.

She threw him a glance, and their eyes met. Henry offered a kind grin, avoiding staring at her lips. She smiled back coyly, her heartbeat accelerating with anticipation when the possessed girl in the movie made a horrifying groan that ruined the moment. 

And then the room suddenly was swallowed in darkness, followed by a strong clap of thunder that tore open the sky.  

In the scant moment of chaos, he heard a scream and then the light came back as if nothing happened, aside from the fact that she was now in his arms, with her legs straddling his waist, and her fingers clutching the collar of his hoodie. 

Henry was unsure how and when his hand found itself latched to the small of her back, only that he didn’t want to let go. They exchanged bemused glances and swallowed the dryness parching their throats.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely, “I got scared…”

Embarrassed to the point of tears, she attempted to climb off, wanting nothing more than to run to the bathroom and cry in hiding, when Henry sent a hand to stroke her temple and gently brushed his fingers behind her ear.

“Stay,” he insisted, squeezing into her lower back as if to prevent her from escaping. 

Her lips parted slowly, the same golden hue that suffused the living room split into her eyes, beaming even brighter as he continued to caress her face before bringing her closer to graze her lips with his.

Halloween was, without a doubt, his favourite. 

Tagging: @the-soot-sprite​ @henrythickcavill​ because they asked to be tagged in these. <3 

[lovemychoices]

Before There Was You-5A

TRR x ROE

Three years ago while travelling in Europe, Eve Sommers was involved in a car accident. She woke up from her coma two weeks later with no memory of what happened to her in the past seven months. Three years later and still no recollection about what happened to her before the accident. But all of that is about to change. Will she finally know the truth? Will there be consequences?

*THIS SERIES PRACTICALLY THROWS CANON OUT THE WINDOW* YEET!YEET!

Characters belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them.

Word count : 1800

Chapter Summary: Eve is finally in Cordonia! What are the obstacles she’s going to face? Will she fail or come out victorious?

A/N: This is my first fiction series so it will definitely not be 100% perfect, in other words be kind 😬Grammatical errors are expected 🤣 Feedback and comments are welcomed. If you think this series could be your cup of tea then let me know if you want to be added to the series tag list, also hit that LIKE and REBLOG button if you like what you read.

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Warning : I’m rating this PG18 cause there will probably be PG18 stuff that’s going to happen in future chapters. So if you read this series you acknowledge that you are 18 and above.

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The ride from the airport to the palace was awfully quiet, Eve was still mad at Drake about what he said back in the jet so she didn’t feel like talking much. Maxwell, who sat between them, could feel the tension that came with the awkward silence. He wondered what happened while he was asleep on the plane, he tried to break the silence with a few of his jokes only to be ignored with more silence.

The SUV starts to pull over as it reaches the main entrance of the palace. Oh thank God Maxwell thought to himself, the silence was killing him. Eve steps out the SUV followed by Maxwell and then Drake. Drake quickly walks away leaving the two at the main entrance.

“Welcome to the Cordonian Royal Palace!” Maxwell beamed excitedly. “This is where we’re going to stay most of the time for the next five months. Come on I’m excited to show you your room!” He says pulling Eve by the hand and taking her into the palace before she could even take in all of her surroundings.

****

Eve enters her room and could not help but be amazed by how big it was, it was maybe four times the size of her room back in New York. The walls were painted a soft ecru colour and paired with gold trimmings. A beautiful giant antique chandelier hung in the middle of the room with a picture of a baby cherubs eating an apple on the ceiling.

“So I assume you have something to where for tonight.” Maxwell asks.

“Huh. Sorry. What?” She shakes her head and turns her attention back to Maxwell.

“You know for the masquerade ball it’s the start of the social season.”

“I’ve packs a few dresses for the occasion but I don't think I have a mask to go with the outfit.”

“That's alright, I’m sure they’ll have some you can borrow in the palace boutique.”

Maxwell's phone buzzes, he reaches for his pocket to see who it could be. “Oh look a text message from Bertrand, I gotta go he wants to see me. You’ll be fine without me till tonight right? He asks cocking an eyebrow.

“Sure…”

“Okay cool, the ball starts at 6 so don’t be late.” He informs her and leaves in a huff.

Eve opens her suitcase to get her dress ready when she realises she doesn’t know where the boutique was. She steps outside of her room to look for Maxwell but he’s already out of sight. She reaches in her pocket for her phone to call him but her battery is dead. Damn it! she thinks. “Oh well, guess I’ll have to find my own way to the boutique.” She murmurs.

A noble woman passes by and Eve tries to ask for some directions. “Excuse me miss, would you mind telling me where I can find the boutique?” She asks politely. The woman takes one look at her and grimaces before walking away, ignoring her question. Okay not much friendly people out here. She thought. lets see if I were a boutique in a big ass palace where would I be? Not paying attention to where she is going she accidentally bumps into someone.

“Oops! Sorry princess, didn’t see you there.” Leo apologises, she turns to face him and when she does he is take aback and eyes go wide open like he’s seeing a ghost from the past. “Eve?”

Eve cocks an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, have we met before?”

***

Three years ago - Paris, France

“Nice to meet you Eve, I’m Leo.” He smiled shaking her hand and she smiled back. “So what brings you this part of town?”

“Well I was actually going to take some photos by the Seine and check out the flea market when I got mobbed on the way.” She answers, her eyes go wide open when she realises she’s supposed to meet Ruby at the Louvre by now. She reaches for her purse but remembered her phone dropped in the river.

“Eve is something wrong?” Leo asked when he noticed she looked a bit worried.

“Um... So this is might sound a little awkward but would you mind if I borrowed your phone for a minute? I dropped mine in the river and I’m supposed to meet a friend at the Louvre right now, she’s probably worried that I haven’t shown up.”

Leo chuckles “I have a better idea, why don’t I take you there instead, it’s only a few minutes away if we take my motorcycle.”

Eve looks at him then at the motorcycle, she’s never ridden a motorcycle before. She bit her lower lip wondering if this was a good idea.

“I promise you it’s perfectly safe, do you trust me?” Leo grinned offering an extra helmet,

“Screw it.” She murmured under her breath and with a smile took the helmet. what could go wrong she thought.

***

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

Leo doesn’t answer at first his mouth slightly open a look of confusion written all over his face.

“Eve? Is that you?” A familiar voice calls from across the hall. “Liam?” Eve smiles when she sees that it’s him. Liam walks up to her and gives her a long welcoming hug.

“I’ve missed you” He says

Eve closes her eyes taking in the scent of his sandalwood cologne. “I’ve missed you too.” She replies. They pull back a few seconds later. “Sorry I would have called but my phone died.”

“That’s alright as long as you’ve safely arrive, I trust Maxwell had everything in order? Was the plane ride okay?” He asks placing his hand on her shoulders.

“It was fine Liam, more than fine, thank you.”

“That’s good to hear. Oh , where are my manners?” He grins letting go of her. “Eve I'd like to introduce my older brother, Leo.” Liam says motioning Leo at the back.

“Oh you’re Liam's older brother!” Eve beamed, giving him a quick hug taking Leo off guard. She pulls away a few seconds later smiling. “Liam has told me so much about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Eve” Leo replies with a rueful smile. Of all the people in the world his brother could have fallen for it had to be her. He looked between the two rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah so, I need to go I’m sure you two have a lot of catching up to do.” He says and quickly turned on his heels walking the opposite direction.

Eve cocks an eyebrow as she watches Leo walk away. That was quick? She turns her attention back to Liam. “So... what's next?”

Liam heaves a sigh. “I wish I could stay and take you on a tour of the palace but i have a meeting to attend.” He took his hand in hers. “I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise.”

“Then I shall be looking forward for tonight.” She grins. “By the way any idea where the boutique is? I kinda need to borrow a mask for the masquerade ball and I have no idea where I’m going.”

Liam chuckles. “It’s just around the corner.” He takes her right hand and kiss her knuckles giving a mischievous look. “Save me a dance tonight?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She replies with a playful wink. “Until tonight.”

****

Eve stood in front of the mirror making some final adjustments to her dress. She chose to wear a beautiful strapless scarlet red mermaid dress that clung to every curve of her body. She walked towards her dresser where her phone charging to check for any messages she might have missed. 10 miss call and 5 messages from Ruby. Oh crap I forgot to call and let her know I safely arrive Cordonia. Let’s see it’s should be almost noon there so here goes. A few dial tones later..

“Hey Red…”

“Omg! Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you all day! Do you know how worried I was?” Ruby bellowed.

“Yeah sorry, my phone died and I kinda lost track of time.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. At least you called. So how’s Cordonia treating you?”

“Hard to say I’ve only been here a couple hours, there was this really snobby woman I met and oh I did manage to run into Liam and his brother Leo—.”

Ruby spat out her drink when she heard the name. Could it be? Nah maybe it’s just a coincidence there are plenty of European guys out there with the name Leo last name Rys, could there? But just to be sure.

“Hello Red, you still there?”

“Oh yeah sure still here.. Hey Eve you wouldn’t mind sending a photo of Liam’s brother would you?”

“No, why would I have his photo and why do you want one?”

“Oh you know just.. to for some background check…” Ruby stutters

“Right…” Eve replies with a skeptical tone. “I don’t know, trying searching the Royal Archives online or something I’m sure he’s in it. Listen I love to continue this conversation but I’ve got an event I need to get you. Text you later on the details?”

“You’d better…”

They both hang up while Eve continued to get herself ready, Ruby quickly clicks on her googles app on her phone typing the Cordonian royal archives on the search engine. A few clicks later, her eyes go wide open when she finds out it Liam’s brother really is the Leo.

Ruby runs to her room opening her closet and taking out a box which was well hidden inside a secret hole in the wall. She opened the box and takes out a cellphone, which used to belong to Eve. She turns the phone on and looks through Eve’s phone book wondering if Leo still uses the same number. Couldn’t hurt to try.

Leo sat on the ottoman in his room staring up at the ceiling trying to wrap his head around what he just saw. He feels his phone buzzing in his pocket and takes it out, his eye go wide open when he sees the number that was calling. Could it be? Does she remember who I am?

“Hello?”

“You son of a bitch—”

Leo heaves a sigh. “Ruby it’s nice to hear from you again.”

“Listen you! I don’t know what shit you’ve got planned but if you—.”

“If this is about Eve, believe me I was as shocked as you are. And you know I would never do anything to hurt her intentionally ”

“Look I’m not mad at you for what happened in the past, that’s all in the past. But do you think it’s a good idea to be around her? What if she remembers what if she gets hurt again? Can’t you just leave?”

“Believe me I would if I could but I promised my brother I’d be here the entire social season to help him out, if I knew she was the one he was vying for I would have never made that promise and left before this whole thing began.” He shook his head. “Karma really is a little bitch.”

Ruby pinched the bridge of her nose trying to gather her thoughts and calm down. “Loook Leo, I’m sorry if I got all mad and shouted at you earlier on but you know how much I love Eve. I just don’t want her to relive all the pain she went through before a second time.”

“I understand and I promise, I’ll try my best to keep my distance.”

Ruby heaves a sigh. “I’m trusting you Leo.”

“I know…”

****

[jack-andthestalk]

Stuck on you, Jealous, Chapter.

I enjoy hearing what @balfeheughlywed thinks when I send her a draft just as much as I love writing it. Moodboard credit to @balfeheughlywed she is the cats pyjamas.

       There was a steady beat humming through the apartment, the place was filling up nicely and Rupert’s lovely belly laugh was bouncing from group to group welcoming guests.

 My body was still thrumming, I hated it but I couldn’t stop watching the door waiting for Jamie, a dangerous giddiness at seeing him seemed to be becoming a habit.

I had spotted Cathal slip in to the apartment a few minutes earlier; Rupert had intercepted him and guided Cathal to a group in the far corner of the room. A breathable distance between us, but he had glanced over a few times trying to catch my eye. The most prominent emotion when I looked at Cathal was guilt, and the selfish realization that if I could avoid him I wouldn’t feel as guilty, especially giving the building desire coursing my body from another mans touch.

The idea of Cathal and Jamie being in the same room filled me with dread but Rupert had insisted he couldn’t leave Cathal out, they had become friendly during the time we were together and obviously for Rupert there was never a question that Jamie wouldn’t be there.

Deciding to bite the bullet I approached Cathal uneasily, a quick embrace where our hands touched fleetingly, Cathal’s palms were clamy, his movements fidgety.Cathal’s demeanor wasn’t helped by my cursory thank you for coming, Cathal folded his arms defensively

 “I hear you have turned into quite the chef de patisserie?” he asked,  eyes narrowed, “Well I wouldn’t say that” I began, Cathal looked thoroughly disintrested and threw his drink back in one shot,  “Rupert said you had help?”

I realized where he was going with the questioning which unfortunately made me blush a furious shade of red, as the image of me pressed against the kitchen counter by Jamie and my hands slipping into the front of his trousers. Cathal blew out through his cheeks and said “I could do with another drink.”

 “Absolutely” I said a little too spritely,  “Let me get you one…” Rupert shot me a calm down look, giving Cathal no chance to respond, I scurried towards the kitchen, stuffing my whole head in the fridge in the hope it would calm the color in my face.

A warm big hand landed on the small of my back, I knew instinctively it was Jamie.

I turned to face him; he looked so handsome, smelling even better wearing a crisp white tee and blue jeans, hair still slightly damp from his shower. It was hard not to smile.  “Are ye sniffing me Sassenach?”

“I am not” I replied indignantly. He didn’t seem to take offence either that or wasn’t paying attention to a word I was saying instead he looked down at my body appraisingly “Ye have gorgeous legs…did I ever tell you that before?” his eyes ran up and down my body, a contented smile on his face. “I am sure you mentioned it…” I said trying to pull the hem of my dress down over my thighs, a useless task as my dress was mid-thigh and not budging.

“they are endless…” I rolled my eyes at him. “Will you stop.” Jamie gave me a huge grin, “Canna help it…”  I returned to the fridge rummaging for the forgotten drink for Cathal and Rupert.

Jamie braced his hand on the fridge door locking me into position, he leaned in close to my ear, steadying the full of his body against my back, “I wanted a quick word with ye?” “oh ya?” I remarked distractedly.

“I ken that ye are fretful about me and yer ex being in the one room.” “Ex” emphasized clearly.

 “And I just wanted ye to ken…that I…”

Before he had a chance to carry on I turned quickly to face him and quipped “Which ex?”

I underestimated his proximity and was now boxed in very cozily between Jamie and the fridge.

He gave me a distasteful look, “yer more recent one” his tone officious.

I nodded demurely and smiled. ”Anyway as I was saying” he continued “ye need not worry I willna do anything to stress ye or make this anyway more awkward than it has to be.” He blinked twice which I assumed was meant as a wink. “Why thank you Mr. Fraser, it is most gallant of you…and generous….can I ask what has caused this change of attitude?”

 He smiled broadly, eyes twinkling in mirth. “Well Sassenach I can still taste yer sweet mouth on mine and feel the shape of yer arse on my hands, I am hopeful ye have not treated Cathal to the same welcome, so aye ye can say I am feeling generous.” He flashed me a dazzling toothy smile, bitting his bottom lip thoughtfully before turning on his heel, leaving me feeling hotter than I was before with the added distraction of a delightful tightening in my tummy. Smug bastard.  

 After a cooling off period I meandered my way into my overcrowded living room, I busied myself between the various groups checking for top ups, Cathal’s laugh was getting consistently louder each time I did a circuit of the room, it was hard to ignore the glass of whiskey in his hand. He never drank spirits always a beer man, watching, I felt a pang of what he might be feeling being here, I knew him. The man laughing obnoxiously in my living room wasn’t him.

 It was hard not to notice the contrast between the two of them being in such close proximity, Jamie’s heritage was a huge part of him, he drew people in with his stories but also his ability to listen and show an interest in those around him.  Jamie’s ancestors were Lairds, when I looked at him I could see that direct lineage seeping from Jamie’s stance, he was a large proud beautiful scot and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed him work a room.

Thinking Cathal too far gone to notice whose company I kept, I slipped in beside Jamie, he was chatting to a gang of Rupert’s work mates, his broad arms moving animatedly to illustrate the story, his audience in raptures.

 Jamie noticed my presence at his side stopped his story momentarily, eyeing me tenderly “Did ye no get anything to drink for yerself Sassenach?” I looked at my empty hands and realised he was right, I was so tightly wound that I hadn’t bothered to get myself one, he nodded at his group of admirers apologetically, “Sorry lads, il be back in a minute” and disappeared into the kitchen. A sea of impatient faces stared at me while we waited awkwardly for Jamie. On his return he handed me a large glass of wine and recommenced his story. However this  time his hand fell on the small of my back, drawing me into him.

  I was guiltily conscious of his touch at first, worried that Cathal would notice but after a time it was like it was meant to be there and I slowly edged closer so that we stood hip to hip. It was easy to be hypnotized by his stories forgetting everyone else in the room. Jamie caught me gazing up at him, a contented smile brightening his face. We stood there for a minute grinning stupidly at each other before I heard one of Rupert’s friends clear his throat. “As I was asking ye Jamie…”. Jamie blushed a little and muttered “Sorry I was distracted what is it ye were saying?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Gellis moving towards us at a determined pace, she slided up on the other side of Jamie extraditing us from the rest of the group. “Claire" she breathed hurriedly….I need a favour...” I looked at her curiously, her tone was rather urgent and Jamie looked positively enthralled. "Off course what do you need?"

“Can ye lend me a pair of yer wee lacy knickers? Ya ken the ones ye keep for good occasions” Jamie’s eyes went wide as stalks. “Gellis” I said scandalized.

 She sighed heavily “Claire I dinna have time for ye to pretend ye dinna own any cause ye ken fine well I have seen them.” I was fairly sure my face was a purple colour Jamie’s eyes ran from me to Gellis and back, mouth slightly agape. “Why the hell do ye need panties?” he blurted out suddenly, and I realized his face might actually be redder than mine.

 She looked at him as if he was half mad and said “Cause I dinna have any on!”

Jamie’s mouth hung slightly agape and I could see his eyes work furiously trying to decipher where to take his questioning. I however knew my friend. “I presume not having any on was a deliberate decision?” I asked cautiously,

Gellis head bobbed up down rapidly. “And why the sudden urgency for a pair then?” Jamie asked eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

 Gellis sighed again exasperatingly “Because….do ye see that fella over there?”  Jamie’s head snapped around to look and she hissed “dinna make it so obvious

 for Christ’s sake… rolling her smokey eyes at us, “well he wants me to go home with him…and I dinna want him thinking I came out looking for it aye?”

 Jamie’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper before he croaked “Why did ye come out without them so?”

 Gellis pressed her lips together and narrowed her eyes, “because I did come out looking for it but I dinna want him to ken that…he is too timid…I dinna want to scare him, Jesus fox did Claire teach ye nothing in yer time together?” I was about to tell her not to drag me into her sordid affairs but Jamie interrupted “Claire” he said through gritted teeth “taught me everything and she dinna go around without her panties on to do it!”

 “well that is a shame with her sweet wee bum, I can only imagine ye would have preferred easier access to it aye?”, Gellis flashed him a wicked smile.

 “Christ woman ye have a mouth like an adder” Jamie hissed but I noticed the hand on my back was dropping lower and lower. Gellis fluttered her eyelashes as if he had just paid her a huge compliment, turned to me and said “will ye lend me those red ones ye ken the ones ye bought in Victoria secret a couple of months back?”

 Jamie raked his hand through his hair “I dinna want to hear anymore…well ye get her the panties for the love of god Claire!”

 I smiled sweetly and dragged Gellis by the hand in the direction of my room.

   Closing the door behind me, I quickly rummaged in my drawers and threw Gellis the little frilly number she had in mind. She pulled  them up and on her without any preamble or need for privacy, I was making for the door again when she whispered   “what is happening with yerself and the fox ye seem on the chummy side…have ye been clashing tongues again? I gave her a dirty look knowing she was referring to the night of the gala. Gellis I think would have guessed had I not confessed a few days later, her only complaint had been she had missed the two ‘Cocks sparring over ye”

“Something happened earlier but Rupert came home” I admitted. “fuck’n Rupert” she said shaking her head.

I was about to continue my tale when I head Cathal’s slurred voice on the corridor outside, “well well if it aint the fucking Scottish warrior…? I could imagine the swagger on Cathal without having to see him.

I was about to open the door when Gellis halted me. “wait” she whispered.

Jamie’s clear but slightly calmer voice replied “look I am glad I have the chance to speak to ye…I wanted to apologize ye had every right to be spit’n fire and I shouldna have reacted…”

Cathal’s voice cut across “I had every right did I?….you fucking prick…I’d fucking hit you again only it would make her even more sorry for you…and right now mate that is all you have got going on …her pity.”

“What it is between me and Claire isna pity, if it was ye wouldn’t be so rattled now would ye?”

There was shuffling and for a minute I thought they were fighting again but just as I was about to open the door Cathal continued.

 “she told me about you when we first met…that her ex fucked her up…even then she was making excuses for ya…said you were a mess…? I googled ya mate…lost your brother ya? That must have been tough…. Nasty accident and you were there right? ….that kind of thing fucks up your mind…no wonder she left”

My hand shot for the handle but Gellis halted me, “it will be harder for Jamie to know you are hearing this…just wait Claire…hear what he is saying for yourself..”

 My heart was beating so fast I was afraid they would hear it, I was fit to hit Cathal myself.

Jamie growled “dinna mention my brother ye ken nothing about him or what happened.”

“sympathy fucking that is all it is mate… …I’v told her il be here waiting when she gets bored of that shit and wants a proper man in bed…because me and her never had a problem in that department.”

Cathal’s laugh was cut short when I heard a body being thrown up against the wall; nothing held me back this time.

[charley-warlzz]

He hadn’t seen her since the day they left High School.

A/N: Here is number two! I remembered! Also this was meant to be  super casual one shot set in one of my worlds that had only slight relevance to the plot but wasn’t necessary except now I’ve suddenly got a much clearer picture on why one of my charecter’s dislikes the other one and also how that comes out. Which is always interesting. 

Word count: 1405 words

Time taken to write: 1 hour, 9 minutes, 37 seconds.

words per second: 0.34 (well, 0.336, so slightly lower than yesterday)

2) He hadn’t seen her since the day they left High School

He hadn’t seen her since the day they’d left high school. Watching her navigate the crowds with ease, he could clearly remember why. Still, people changed, and he could hardly hold anything against her given his own reputation back then.

He downed the rest of his drink and plastered a smile on his face as she reached him. “Hey. Long-time no see.”

“Too long.” She hummed appreciatively as she took the stool next to him. He glanced over her shoulder to his friends who were staring at her in surprise. Her likeness to walking pheromones had apparently not changed. She tossed her blonde hair easily over her shoulder and smiled at the women who’d appeared to refill his drink. “I’ll just have a Sprite, please.”

“No problem.” The women – who’s name tag read ‘Enya’ – reached under the bar to pull out a can which she placed in front of them. He passed over a note before she could even ask and turned back to the conversation at hand while she moved to serve other customers.

“You know, usually when people buy me a drink it’s with an ulterior motive in mind.” Teased the blonde next to him, snapping open her can.

“I have no doubt about that.” He picked up his own drink. “Why did you want to meet me here?”

“Oh, straight to business. You have changed.”

“Allison.” Her name burned on his tongue after all that time.

“Chris.” She mimicked his tone, adopting an expression of mock seriousness before rolling her eyes. “Lighten up. We’ve got all night to talk.”

Chris paused for a second, before leaning closer so his lips were next to her ear – an action that was unnecessary given the pulsating music that made it hard to hear anything that was more than a foot away. “You called me, remember?” He murmured softly. “That means you need me, not the other way around. I could still walk out of here.”

He leaned back and felt a spark of satisfaction at her momentarily nonplussed expression before she smoothed her features back into her usual half-smile.

“Somebodies impatient.” She hummed lightly, before shifting so her back was blocking the view of them from almost any angle. “Fine. I need your help.”

“You need help?”

“Shut up.” She huffed, sounding mildly irritated. “Yes, I need help. And I think it would be in your best interests to help me.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Because I know Myra.”

He knew she was expecting the look of recognition that flew across his face, and sure enough it was her turn to look smug when she saw it, but he couldn’t be bothered resisting it. “What are you talking about?” He asked, finally.

“I met her the other week. I was surprised to find out that you’re working with her now. I was even more surprised that you were in the city and didn’t bother to at least call.”

“It honestly never occurred to me.”

“Good to see what I’ve been reduced to in your mind.”

“Were you expecting me to be gushing over you?”

“Maybe not.” Allison leaned back, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “But I was at least expecting my memory to somewhat burn you.”

“Your memory hasn’t burned me in a long time.” He didn’t bother trying to keep the scoff out of his voice.

“I slept with your best friend while we were going out. I let you walk in on us. That doesn’t bother you in the slightest?”

“Not anymore.” A smile tugged at his lips. “You guys went out for, what, a week?”

“And a half.”

“A week and a half. What’s the point of getting worked up about a relationship that can’t even make it to the one month mark? Besides, I figured out why you did it.”

“Did you now?”

“It’s all one big game to you, isn’t it? You just enjoy messing with people’s lives.”

“It can be quite a welcomed distraction.”

Chris paused, staring at her for a few seconds before finding a response. “You’re still the same person, aren’t you?” He realised finally. She pretended to look offended.

“I’ll have you know I’ve grown up a lot, thank you. I’m much more focussed now.” Her voice took on a flirtatious tone, and he rolled his eyes.

“I bet you have.” He took a long gulp off his drink before spinning the conversation back to its main point. “What kind of help do you need?”

Her expression became as serious as it could get. “Your silence.” She responded, peaking his interest.

“About what?” He asked suspiciously.

“About me, for now. In case anyone asks.”

“You called me out here, showing me where you were, to tell me not to tell anyone about you?”

She frowned. “It’s not as simple as that. I got into trouble with some bad people. Your little friend, Myra, is helping me with it. I just need to know I can count on you to help me.”

“You’re talking like you’ve killed someone.” He paused waiting for her to contradict him, but found he wasn’t all that surprised when she didn’t. He wasn’t exactly expecting the news, but he wasn’t shocked by it. He let out a long breath. “Jesus, Allison.”

She shrugged. “That’s kind of my life now-“

“So you’re an assassin?”

“So to speak, yes.”

“You’re… not kidding me. Okay.” He paused. “Sorry. Why are you telling me this?” He waited for a response but ended up speaking again after a full minute of silence. “Does Myra know?”

“I’d assume so. She’s certainly researched everything else about me.” The blonde shrugged. “She knows why she’s helping me, in any case.”

“And that’s because…?”

“Because some bad people heard about me and decided they want to shut me up.” She leaned forward, her green eyes sparking in the light. “She offered to help me.”

“Why would she offer to help with something like that without knowing the full story?”

“I don’t know. I don’t question the people helping me – not upfront, anyway.”

Chris paused for a secnd, his head reeling. “I still don’t understand why you insisted on calling me here.” He blurted finally. She raised an eyebrow.

“Well, you will. At some point.” She pushed herself off the stool, tossing her hair over her shoulder and glancing behind her. “Now, I assume those guys shooting us not so subtle looks are your friends?”

He leaned to glance around to see, true to her word, his friends glancing over in what was clearly meant to be an understated way. “Yes, but-“ He was cut off by his own phone vibrating in his pocket, and he fished it out to read the name ‘Myra’ on the caller id. Allison grinned.

“Duty calls.” She hummed, ignoring his stare as he turned back to her.

“I’ll call her back in a minute.” He responded immediately. “Look, I have no idea what’s going on, but-“

“You’re going to have to trust me.” She cut him off, glancing back behind. “Who’s the guy in the suit?”

“Max. But, seriously, if these guys are so dangerous-“

“I think your friend will be able to handle them, don’t you?” Something in her voice made him stop dead, and he stared at her for a second as she gave him a smile that told him she knew exactly what he was thinking and turned away.

Unable to think of a response, he redialled the number on his phone and brought it to his ear.

“Hey, uh… sorry if I’m interrupting something, but I just found something I think you should see. I was checking the-”

“Have you offered to help anyone recently?”

“What?”

“Just, uh, possibly called Allison, possibly not.” There was a pause.

“Um… Someone called Allison, why? Do you know her?”

“Kind of. It’s not important.”

“…Okay. Is there a problem?”

“No, just… Why?” He couldn’t resist asking, and he could practically see her confused expression.

“Well, it’s kind of complicated really. But she’s having some trouble with these people… are you sure there isn’t a problem?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He turned to watch as the blonde leaned up to his friend, whispered something in his ear and then proceeded to lead him towards the back exit of the building.

Some people could change, but he doubted she ever would.