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May I have Benedict Bridgerton with #14?

A/N - Ahh, what a great request! Thanks for the request, I hope you like it!

Break

Summary - One fight might change everything

Warnings - Angst with a soft fluffy ending

Benedict looked at the closed doors in front of him, the doors that were blocking him from you, his wife and the love of his life, and he felt like it was not just a set of doors.  It was more of a fortress blocking you two from one another’s yet it was merely wood. 

He felt like he was tipping over the edge of pure anger, all from a simple fight with you.

You two have fought before, that wasn’t news. Not that you two were constantly bickering or fighting with one another.  The love you had was strong, blossoming over time like a flower in one of Benedict’s family garden.  That was where he actually proposed to you, amongst the flowers his father planted some time ago before he passed.  Benedict remembered his father and the great advice he got from him when It came to love and having someone in his life.

“Never let your love fade or extinguish.  Love is the most powerful thing you could ever have, and it will replace anything else in life that you will ever need,”

Benedict took those words to heart when he married you months later in front of your friends and family.  He knew you were the love of his life from the moment you two met some time ago at a ball.  But of course, not all relationships were perfect.  Not even his own mother and father had the perfect love, there were hiccups with every couple he ever knew. 

Those fights always ended with you two mending those wounds you gave one another, either with words of encouragement or gentle touches.  He loved your spirit and assertiveness, yet at the same time it made him angry and agitated.  Perhaps he knew then ahoy Anthony would feel from time to time with his own wife Kathy.  They both were strong willed and they knew what they wanted, and now it was the same with you and Benedict.

But this fight, this fight was bad.  And now Bendecit felt like he went too far.

It started with an argument after dinner, the topic of discussion as of you being strong willed in how you were handling your family business, or technically, your mother’s need in being in the business of your marriage. You knew It was bad, you tried to have your mother not be in your own marriage far too much.  But your mother was judgmental, she hated how Benedict was too boyish and childish as times, how his art would not make the pair of you enough money, even thinking that his family brought nothing but scandal and would smear your name in the mud.  

But the tipping point was when your mother insulted Benedict with the notion that he would be a terrible father.  That made the argument turn into a bitter fight.  

“She went too far with that remark!  How dare she!” Benedict huffed as he was pacing back and forth and your were sitting at your personal desk at your drawing room.  You too were mad at the comment that your mother made, but you weren’t going to let Benedict talk about your mother in such a fashion.  She was still your mother, and you would denied her against Bendcit.

“She was not in the right state of mind when she said that,” you reasoned, though you could see the steam pouring out of his ears, “I will talk to her about it when I see her—“

“She had dragged my family name, our family name, through the mud and dirt and thinks nothing by it!” Benedict raised his voice, “She’s nothing but a viper and—“

“Bendict, she is no viper!” You said in a huff, seeing his throw his gaze at you now as you slammed your fist on the tale of your desk and your won anger starting to fester, ”She is my mother, and you still need to respect her!”

“If I would have known that I would have to deal with her and all of the pain she endured than I would have not married you!” He yelled, your mouth slamming shut and your eyes going wide from that statement as he clenched his fists so tight, “My love for you will truly be my downfall, I just know it,”

Within a mili-second, he knew he went too far.

He stopped his pacing, wishing to grasp the words that spewed out of his mouth and bury them forever.  The look on your face alone, the way you went quiet, it was enough for him to know that he crossed the line.  It was like a stab to the heart, not only did he insult his mother-in-law but he also casted his love for you aside.  Deep down he did love you, beyond loved you, would move the world for you. But the heat of the moment made him say something that was beyond false.

Tears in your eyes and your lip quivering, you walked out of the room so fast that it was a blur, slamming the door so hard hat the paintings of the wall shook.  He heard you cry as you ran down the hall, Benedict feeling as though he simply lost you in more ways than one.

How could he fix something that he said?  How could he turn back time in order to never make you cry that again?  Fights in the past were small, mendable and Abel to being forgotten.  Not this, this was a dent that even Benedict could not mend himself.

He was in that space for some time, looking at the door and wondering what he was going to do.  He had to make it right, he had to.  You were not going to be out of his life over something he said just out of pure anger and spite.  Benedict wanted to fight for your relationship, your marriage, because he knew it was the best thing he has ever had in his life.  But it was close to being thrown out of the window because of him and his stupidity.  

Finally, he made up his mind and walked over to the doors, opening them abruptly and was about to walk out until he saw you standing there in front of the doors.  Tears were in your eyes and along your cheeks, flushness was on your face, the warmth and glow you always had was long gone.  Benedict’s face crumbled, feeling ten times worse in making you cry.

But you rushed into his arms and held him close, Benedict holding you so tightly that he was afraid to let you go ever again.  He breathed in your perfume, the sweet flowers he cut for you earlier that morning, and something that was distinctly you.  He was surprised that you were there hugging him, no longer wanting to spew out anger that was inside of her.  

“I’m sorry,” You said against his chest, Benedict blinking in shock as you were mumbling into his shirt, “Benedict I’m so sorry or not—“

“No, no no no,” Benedict said as he had you pull away and looked down at you with his hands against your neck, “You did nothing wrong, my love.  I’m in the wrong!  I said that horrible, terrible thing about you that is not true.  None of it is true, it was all lies!  I love you far too much to  say such things,” 

You nodded, sniffling a bit as you were clenching his shirt tightly in your fingers as he kept talking, “The love we have will be all I’ll ever need in this life, darling.  I can go penniless and no care, as long as you are by my side.  I need you in my life, to keep me in my toes and to call me out when I am foolish or naive.”

You smiled, finally smile for the first time as Benedict grinned back.  He felt a bit better seeing that smile again, the very smile that would brighten a room during a stormy day outside.  

“I’m so sorry for what I said about your mother, it was not the right thing to say—“ Benedict was attempting to apologize, but you shook your head and sniffled a bit more.

“You were right about her, and I can no longer support her if she is driving a wedge in our marriage,” You commented, “I need to focus on us, just us,”

“We do,” Benedict corrected, “Just you and I, okay?  I promise I will no longer speak ill of anyone like that ever again,”

You two hugged one another again, letting that bitter fight that you just had float away in the wind.  Benedict was reminded on how fleeting love could be from simple words, a scare that he would never forget for the rest of his life.  It was a new leaf that turned for your relationship, your marriage, and you would both come out on the other side just as strong as ever

The End

April Prompt Session

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hello there!! 🌸

Can you do a Benedict Bridgerton from BRIDGERTON with number 12-13? if I have ti choose a number than I choose, I choose 12 :)

Thank you already and Have a good day!!

A/N - Hello there! Thanks for requesting this! I hope you like it!

Happy Now?

Summary - Benedict takes the plunge, but was it worth it?

Warnings - mixture of angst and fluff :)

“You can’t be serious,” 

“I wouldn’t lie about this,”

“I’m not sure about that,” 

“Well it’s not a secret that I love you.  Don’t act like it is!”

You were pacing the sitting room where you and Benedict were in, the door being locked since there was a need of privacy for this kind of conversation to happen.  In fact, you did not come to this dinner with your family thinking that you were going to be speaking to Benedict Bridgerton about his undying love for you.

That was a shocker: your best friend professing his love for you.

You two were thick as thieves for years since you were introduced by Penelope.  She asked you to meet her friends in the Bridgerton, whom later on was the family she married into when she was wed to Colin.  You attended their wedding, though you were not realizing that Benedict was watching you with love in his eyes and adoration in his gaze while you were helping your friend get ready for her upcoming wedding.  Plenty of walks together along the paths of his garden, discussing art and techniques to use in painting and sketching, Benedict found kindred spirit in you.  You admired him as much as he admired you, yet there was an underlying love the festered in Benedict.  

Perhaps it was the way he saw you carry yourself at balls and charity events, with your head held high and an air of confidence about you.  Or maybe it was when you were able to hold a conversation with others, especially men, whom seem to only see you as an object of their desire.   You were different from other women that tried to steal Benedict’s gaze: Headstrong, kindness, originality.  There was no other like you.  

Within months before Penelope and Colin’s wedding, he knew he was in love with you.

Of course, he confided in his brothers Colin and Anthony.  Anthony because he was already married and happy in his marriage, and Colin because he was marrying his best friend.  They must have had some kind of good advice for Benedict, and after chatting with the pair of them over drinks and cigars, they did have good advice.  

“Tell her you love her!” Anthony said in enthuiasm, Colin smirking at his eldest brother while Benedict sat across from him with a look of bewilderment on his face, “What is the worst that can happen?”

“She sees me as a fool!” Benedict answered.

“I assure you, brother, she already does,” Colin joked, though Anthony gave him a glare as Benedict hid his face in his hands.  He never felt this conflicted before with any other woman in his life, mostly because you were someone he was very close to and considered a confidant in his life.  You called him out when he needed it, reassured him when he had doubts, and adored him for who he was.  If it was anything else, Benedict would be cool and calm.  It was always just a flirtations, smirks and winks. 

Not with you, you shook him to his core.

“She is perfect for you,” Anthony reassured Benedict, whom lifted his head up to watch his brother and the head of his family.  Anthony smile softly, the smile that Benedict would see when Anthony would think of Kate, his own love of his life, “I think you two would be perfect together because you bring out the best in one another.  If she hears what you tell her, truly tell her, she will admire you and take it to heart,”

“You have more of heart than you give yourself credit for, Benedict,” Colin added, “You should tell her at the wedding!  There would be no other romantic setting than at the wedding of your brother,”

“Would Penelope mind?” Benedict asked, though Colin snorted.

“If I tell her, she would be mad at you if you didn’t,” Colin answered, Benedict cracking a smile from the notion of his future sister in law been mad at him for not expressing his love.  

So he corralled you alone, away from the rest of the guests and after the ceremony.  It wasn’t hard to get you alone, though you wanted to stay with Penelope in case she needed anything.  But as Benedict ushered you away from prying eyes and ears, Penelope watched with a big grin and hope in her heart as well as Colin, both of whom gave Benedict’s a thumbs up for reassurance.  

Yet the way you were reacting now was not what Benedict expected.

“You decided to wait until now, at your brother’s wedding, to tell me that you’re in love with me?!” You asked in a hissed, trying your best to keep your voice down since there was no clue as to who would be listening or passing by. 

“Give the romantic setting—“ Benedict tried to make it light with nervousness in his tone, but you shook your head and held up a finger to silence him.

“Benedict Bridgerton!” You said his name, his mouth shutting suddenly as you took in a lone breath.   He had to give you credit, you looked beyond beautiful even in a small fit of rage and a fire in your belly.  He found it attractive, you breathing down his neck and calling him out for his foolish and aloof nature.

“After all this time that we have known each other, you think by simply saying you love me would be positive?” You asked, your voice about to rise as you were glaring at him.  Benedict could feel his stomach turning in the worst way, he was already thinking that this was the worst idea.  Now you were going to hate him, shun him out of your life and forget about him.  He was regretting ever saying anything, praying that he could turn back time and have this conversation cease to exist.

Yet you walked across the room to stand in front of him, framing his face in your hands and you kissed you passionately.  

The pair of you kissed through all of your emotions for several long moments, the pent up feelings that you both had for one another and yet it was laced with gentleness and kindness that the pair of you had.  Nothing else was on Benedict’s mind: all he thought about was the softness of your lips, the scent you had from your perfume, and the sounds of your moan as he kissed your hard.

He was hooked to you, and there was nothing that could tear him away from you now.

Finally, after several moments, you pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes, “I love you!  Is that what you wanted to hear?  Are you happy now?”

Benedict’s grew a smile so wide that it was hurting his cheeks, his heart was beating so fast that he felt it against his chest violently, and his mind was erased from all doubts and worries.  You loved him, simply loved him, and Benedict could die happy knowing that he was loved.  Beyond loved.

 “I can die a happy man now knowing that you love me,” he said in a dreamy sigh, you giggling and the stern stance you had was so long now.  You shook your head as he framed your face with his palms.  

“No, you’re not allowed to, not when I finally kissed you,” You hummed, Benedict laughing and kissing you again. 

Neither one of you knew that the newlyweds, Penelope and Colin, were listening outside the locked doors with massive grins on their faces and happiness in their hearts.

The End

April Prompt Session

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so happy ur back! can i have shang chi with prompt #1?

A/N - Hooray for our boy Shang Chi! I hope you like it

Protection

Summary - Shaun wants to protected from his past

Warnings - Angst and fluff

You hated having fights with Shaun.  It was the worst.

He was never one to have a fight with you.  Shaun was one of the nicest boyfriends you’ve ever had, simply the best in general.  You could tell he would be different from the others that you’ve had in the past, mainly because of his kindness and sunny disposition.  Not to mention his wicked sense of humor and his quick wit.  You loved being around him when Katy introduced you two.  You were friends with Katy from a Summer School Class you took your senior year in High School.  Shaun was smitten with you, according to Katy, when she spoke about him during out of your outings with him.

“He’s a great catch!  You’d like him!”

“You think?”

“Duh! I would not lie about my oldest friend!”

Shaun asked you out on your first date to a local karaoke bar, which was surprising to you since you were no major singer.  But Shaun made it fun, he let those walls and worries come down as he sang loudly into the microphone, though he was a bit pitchy.  You didn’t care, you were simply thinking about the butterflies in your stomach from how he smiled at you and the warmth you felt when he would ask you about your likes and dislikes.  

Months later after dating and getting closer in your relationship, the only thing you barely knew about him was his family.  He would drift away from the subject as much as he could, which let you get the hint that maybe it was a touchy subject.  Not wanting to push it, you dropped the subject. It seemed too heavy for him, you could tell in his stance and in how his smile left his face briefly.  It was no the Shaun you knew, you’d rather have him be happy than have something dark in his part be brought up again.

But one of the biggest fights you two ever had was when he had to leave abruptly to go back to China to deal with family business.  The first thing that came to your mind was him going to China without a second thought, it was something beyond serious.  Secondly, he wasn’t telling you anything about his trip and why he had to leave.  

You then knew it was about his family, the family he avoided talking about or bringing up all this time.  

You remembered that night when he had a duffel bag in hand, a solemn look on his face and you were squaring off with him.  Shaun leaving in the dead of night to go on the other side of the planet with no real reason as to why, it made you both worry and get mad at the same time.  Shaun never made you worry about his safety, you never had to when you were with him.  Not that he was not one willing to fight, nor was he one who fought all the time.  But something about him and the mood this was setting was bringing up red flags in his mind.

“Why can’t you tell me what is going on?” You asked him as you pointed to the duffle bag he was clutching in his hand, “You make It sound like this is serious,”

“It is,” he answered calmly, his eyes on yours as you spoke again.

“And you’re making it seem like this is dangerous, whoever you are going,” You continued, “Shaun, I know you don’t want to talk about your family or what happened to you.  I get it, but I don’t get that you’re going back to the family that has apparently brought you nothing but pain and anger in the dead of night.  If this is dangerous, I need to know,”

“I don’t want you to know what it is,” he explained, his tone rising a bit since you knew he was truly trying to hide it, but you weren’t going to let it go away.

“Why not?” You challenged him, seeing him take a sharp inhale and look down, his fingers pressing into his eyes as you kept going, “You think I can’t handle it?  Shaun we’ve been dating for almost a year now, and I care so much about you to the point of wanting to make sure you’re okay.  You’re not okay, I can sense it and see it, from something you’re not telling me—“

“Because I love you!” He blurted out, looking at you square in the eyes and seeing your eyes go big and your hands drop to your sides, “I love you!  I have always loved you, and it’s not fair to deny my love for you now,”

His confession of love for you seemed like a dream, and yet he said it in the middle of a fight you two were having over his safety and a hidden past he was lot letting you see.  You wanted to stay angry and mad at him for keeping information from you, but you couldn’t.  Not after he said he loved you and was in love with you.

“I love you so much, that I don’t want you tangled in what I have to deal with,” Shaun explained as he dropped the duffle bag and walked over to take your hands in his, standing in front of you to watch your eyes with sadness there in his orbs.  You watched in stunned silence as he squeezed your hands, “Where I’m going Is dangerous, beyond dangerous.  And if something happened to you because of that?  I wouldn’t forgive myself,” 

He then leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips, making you remember you first kiss when you two were out at the park.  Then he had the taste of Coca Cola on his lips and his hands were gentle against your neck.  You loved that kiss, dreaming about it for days after. 

This kiss felt the same: gentle and yet strong.  The two words that described Shaun.

He pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, you clinging into his shirt as he found his voice again, “You’re important to me, and I can’t place you in any danger because of my past.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, no longer wanting to fight him since you knew fully he was attempting to keep you safe and protected, “Whatever you have to do, do it.  But please, Shaun, come back in one piece.”

“I promise,” Shaun replied in a hum, you two then hugging each other close. It felt like you were imprinting yourself against his kin, not knowing who long he was going to be gone or how dangerous it was going to be.  This was not how you were expecting your relationship to evolve, but it was also too good of a relationship to abandon.

Shaun was too good, and you weren’t wiling to let him go.

He would end up coming back a few days later in the dead of night while you were sleeping in your shared bed.  Back to your shared apartment that you both got together a month ago, back into the bed you brought with you from your old place.  He went under the covers to gather you in his arms, you sighing in relief though you were in deep sleep, knowing he was hope and safe with you again.

Shaun vowing he would never place you in that kind of situation ever again.  

The End

April Prompt Session

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Hi! Sorry to hear about your old job but glad to learn you're doing better now. Your writing here is appreciated (: For the prompt session, may I ask for #10 with Oliver Wood, please? Hope things keep going well for you

A/N - Awww this is cute! I hope you like and thank you for the kind words!

Remember

Summary - You and Oliver remember the first time you admitted your feelings

warnings - angst and fluff mixed in :)

“Oh, I don’t remember that part of the story,”

“Well, I do!”

“Truth be told, your memory is not up to parties days since you’re old,”

Oliver had to give George a glare as Fred chuckled and leaned back in his chair, his fingers laces and behind his head as you were next to Oliver, your husband of a few years and the father of your 9 month old son. You gently patted your husband on the shoulder as your son was fast asleep against your chest since he passed out no more than 5 minutes ago.  

Your small little cottage and you and Oliver called home was cozy and still lit with light, plates were clear and had filled glasses of wine and spirits were left on the table as the fire was still roaring in the fireplace and light rain was about to fall over the countryside.  You’ve spend a good year in that little home, both yourself and Oliver scrapping up enough money to buy the home and plant roots there.  It was much needed, given that you both were survivors from the Battle of Hogwarts and you wanted to place that nasty past behind you.  Everyone you knew wanted to move forward, though some of your friends were killed and lost that fateful night.  

Fred Weasley included, a dear friend to yourself and Oliver.  It was a horrible loss to endure, Oliver took it far too hard as well as the rest of the old Gryffindor Quidditch Team.  But Voldemort was gone, Death Eaters either went into hiding or were arrested, and a new chapter begun in the Wizarding World.  There was peace again amongst both the muggles and magical citizens, something that you knew yourself and Oliver needed.

When you son, Fred Remus Wood, was born a month after you moved into the cottage, Oliver wanted to have friends over at least once a month.  Almost like a safe haven for his friends and loved ones if they needed it. You were on board with the notion too, and that night was one of those nights when you had friends over to catch up and chat.  

George, his wife Angelina, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Luna Lovegood were around your dining room table, grins on their faces and plenty of stories to tell for one another. 

“Come on, we wanna hear how you two said ‘I love you’.” Hermione teased as she leaned her head on Ron’s shoulder, wine glass in hand as she looked between yourself and Oliver, “I was told it was the stuff of legend.”

“Oh, it was,” George commented, though Angelina slapped his arm as you blushed from your chair, “They Took long enough to confuse their feelings to one another.  We had a running bet on when they would finally say it,”

“Aye, I was pissed when Harry told me,” Oliver countered, George immediately giving Harry a glare as Harry threw up his hands next to his wife, Ginny.

“He was my captain and she as my friend!  I was not going to hide that information!” Harry reasoned with George, the others around the table giggling as Oliver gave you a look, almost like he was silently asking for your permission to tell the story. You shrugged, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

“It started when I saw a Ravenclaw boy flirtin’ with her after practice,” Oliver started….

“He was simply talking to me, Oliver,”

“He was flirtin’ with you!”

“And since when is that your problem?”

“Since it’s makin’ ya distracted in your play!”

“Piss off, that’s not it!”

You two were standing toe to toe just outside your Common Room, the rest of the team reluctantly went inside knowing that they were not going to want to stay around and watch the fireworks that were about to blast off between the pair of you.  One minute you guys were riding on a good high from a great practice session, high hopes of winning the game against Slytherin that was coming up over the weekend. But that was shot down within seconds after Oliver saw you talking to a Ravenclaw student, a friend of yours that was in Charms with you.

To anyone else, it would be no problem.  Oliver was not one to be mixed in with drama or any kind of gossip.  He would rather fly on his broom all day and take beatings from Bludgers than to be tangled with up in a relationship of sorts.  He thought it was time consuming, not even worth his space and time really, and non productive. 

But that didn’t stop him from having feelings for you, another Quidditch player on his team who was in the same year as he was.  You two have been thick as thieves for years, even since your first time crossing the Black Lake towards Hogwarts a first years.  You called him out of his stubbornness and hardheadedness, you made him laugh when he needed some relief after being drained.  You both were great together as friends, nothing more than friends. Yet from your 4th year on, he was finding himself falling for you.

It scared him to be honest since he was no fan of drama or being swooped up in a personal life.  But he couldn’t help it: you were quick witted and kind, stubborn and yet open minded, driven with gentleness.  It didn’t help that you were amazing at quidditch and had a sweet tooth that Oliver could not compete with.  But he was going to bury it would all his might, not wanting it to interfere with his quidditch playing.  

He buried it, yet everyone else around it saw it as if it was a waving flag.  

“He was not disgracing me Oliver and you know it!” You said, attempting to keep your voice down since there were plenty of student walking around.  This was not the place for you and Oliver to talk about your feelings and what was bothering him, and the last thing you wanted was for a professor, let alone Peeves, to see this and you get punished.

“Oliver, David is a friend of mine and wanted to ask me a question about charms—“ You were attempting to explain to him, but Oliver scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I’m sure it was simply questions.  You had to have know that he was flirtin’, right?” He asked you with a tilt of his head, you glaring him as with a point of your own finger.

“I take it you know?  And if he was flirting with me, so what?  It was nothing to do with how I fly and play, so I don’t wanna hear that excuse.  Really tell me, as my friend since we were 11 years old, why does it bother you that someone like David would talk to me?”

Oliver could see that you were not backing down, yet he too wanted to unleash what he was really feeling on the inside.  He wanted to tell you that he liked you, how he loved seeing the sun beams make your hair lighter when you flew in the sky.  How your laugher was infectious when you would giggle from a Weasley twin prank.  How you would make him feel so lucky and happy for being friends, and how he wanted to kiss you to see if your lips tasted like the lemons drops you loved from Honeydukes.  

All of those things plastered in his mind finally made him realize it was now or never.  So he opened his mouth and …

“You said all of that?” Ron asked, a brow raised as Olvie simply nodded his head and smiled.  Luna sighed with a hand against her jaw, her elbow resting on the table as her long blond hair was framing her face.

“How romantic,” She said in her dream-like tone.  George mocking gagged to the side, though Angelina pinched his side as she winked at Oliver.

“Trust us, Oliver, none of us never thought we would hear that kind of talk from you,” Angelina hummed as she then gestured to you next to Oliver, “But given your feelings for her and how we could all see it about a mile away, it was about bloody time,”

“Hey!” Oliver said, about to argue, but you patted his arm to hush him since your son was still fast asleep.

“I was just as shocked, but then again, that is only part of what happened,” You reasoned with the group, “he had no idea I had a crush on him too, since at the time I had no intentions of telling him.”

“Was our boy too good for you?” George teased.

“To me he was,” You answered lightly, though Oliver gave you a knowing look.

“Na, you were the one too good for me,” He countered, having you blush as he squeezed your joined hands, “We both thought we were too good for one another,”

“So, what happened after that?” Ginny asked, leaning in a bit with a clear interest in the rest of the story.  The others were watching as well, leaving you and Oliver to think about it for a moment or two.  You chuckled, rubbing your son’s back with your knuckles as you spoke up.

“After he shared his feelings, I shared mine,” you explained, Oliver having his spare hand go behind you and rest on the back of your chair to massage your shoulders with ease as you kept talking, “And we simply talked about it for a few more minutes.  It felt nice, for me at least, to have it of my chest and not have to hide it anymore,”

Both yourself and Oliver sat side by side on the floor of the corridor, The Portrait of The Fat Lady was still not too far away as you two were done spewing out your feelings for one another.  The anger was long gone from the pair of you, it was replaced with something more peaceful and calm, like a balm over a wound that was exposed for far too long. Maybe It felt like that for you, but you did feel better telling him about your feelings about him.

You looked over at Oliver, seeing how he both looked stunned from your revelation with him and yet relieved at the same time.  You’ve never seen him like this, without words and yet warm at the same time.  He was always cool and calm and collected, whether he was playing in quidditch or studying for class. But this side of him, all because of you both sharing for feelings for each other, it was entrancing to see.

“I never knew you liked me like that, Oliver,” You admitted to him, seeing Oliver give you an endearing look.  He was no longer angry like he was moments before, that angry melted away with ease.

“You knew how I feel about you.  You have to have known,” He reasoned, though you laughed and shook your head.

“I didn’t!  I swear to you I didn’t!” You said, Oliver then grinned as you were stammering bit as you were gesturing to yourself, “I was thinking you knew that I like you!”

“I had no idea!” Oliver replied in a shrug.  

“Oh please, I thought it was obvious this past year!” You countered back, Oliver raising a brow at you while you were fiddling with your fingers and looking in your lap.  It was the realization that you both had no idea, simply avoiding the simple truth that was in front of you, that made this argument seem so silly and yet needed at the same time. How knew what would have happened if neither one of you said anything, if it was still buried deep inside. You didn’t want to know.  

But all you felt was Oliver’s hands slipping into yours and you felt your heart fluttering a bit faster in that moment as you were watching each other. No matter students were walking by thinking it was odd two Gryffindors were sitting on the ground, the rest of the world was melting away within moment as you felt something warm bursting in your chest.

All from a smile, and his hand in yours.

“Wanna go to Honeydukes this weekend, just you and me?” He asked sheepishly.  You’ve never smile so big before.

“I would love that,” you replied, seeing Oliver’s smile grow even bigger.

The rest of the dinner party went on after your story, though both yourself and Oliver still held hands in the same way you did that day in the corridor back at Hogwarts.  But this time, Oliver’s wedding band gleamed in the light of the cottage and you were counting your blessings that you two took that chance. 

The End

April Prompt Session

[redheadspark]

Hawuu could I suggest 7. “Don’t mock me by acting so surprised. You had to know about my feelings for you.” with Druig for your prompt session

Hope you're doing alright in your new job

A/N - HAWU! I love this for our boy! Thanks for the request, and hank you for the kind words :)

Both

Summary - It takes two to admit your feelings

Warnings - A mix of angst and fluff :)

“So, are we gonna talk about it or no?”

“Do we need to?”

“I think so, Druig,”

Druig looked up from his spot at the bench as you were pacing back and forth in front of him, biting your nails and having so many thoughts run in your mind so fast it reminded you of Makkari.  But you could no be calm about it, not at all since a new piece of information was placed in your lap, specifically, what you heard.  It wasn’t that you were attempting to eavesdrop in their conversation, you didn’t want to at all really. But the last thing you were expecting to hear when you walked into the Great Meeting Room on The Domo.  Druig was in a deep talk with Makkari and Sersi, but of whom were listening to him as he was spilling out something that was really hanging heavy on his chest.

“How can I tell her that I love her?!”

It was like your stomach dropped and your heart beat so fast it was rapid against your skin and ribcage.  

It lead to the pair of you moving into his room to get some privacy to talk about what you heard.  Druig looked like he was in the spotlight.  You’ve never seen him act like this before, not with you.  You both were friends, close friends really.  You liked chatting with him about anything and everything under the sun, humans and their evolution, the fascination with Earth and all that it held, you loved talking with him and getting to know the more vulnerable side of Druig. How he loved to snack anytime of the day, how he loved and cared for the humans.  He was funny and sarcastic, he was kind and gregarious, and yet he was aloof and complex under the layers that he held up and used as a shield.  

He was always one to hold people an arm’s length away from him, even those who knew him the best.  That was you and Makkari, the two who had more of an inklings to who he truly was and the side of him he always wanted to hide.  So to see him sitting at the edge of his bed, his eyes casted down and averted away from you, it was scary to see.  But you also wanted to get to the bottom of what he said to Sersi and Makkari moments before. 

“You have had feelings for me for some time,” You stated, hearing that sentence in Druig’s vice on repeat over and over, “Deep feelings that you could share with me earlier?”

“It’s not my place to share how I feel about you,” Druig simply replied, though you raised a brow at him from that statement.

“Why isn’t it?” You asked facing him a bit and seeing the downcast look he had on his face, within his lips, and even in his bright eye you were always entranced with.   You never told to anyone about your own feelings toward the Mind Controller, how his voice alone would bring you peace and his gaze would calm you in any worried moment.  You never said you loved him, adored him, wanted to be by his side, simply because of the fear of rejection.  

“We have a job to do here on Earth,” Druig admitted, “I…I didn’t want to have that get in the way what my job, our job, is here on this planet,”

“Well, from what I recall, Seri and Icarus are doing just fine being together as a couple since they’ve been married for some time now,” You reminded them, though you saw him scoff from the mentioned of Icarus.  You were fan of him either, but you and Druig admired and adored Sersi since she was kind and amazing with the humans.  

“Druig, I would have listened if you told me,” you reassured him as you see that he was thinking rather too hard and too intensely.  It was something he would do: a simple thought in his mind would ripple out into massive waves.

“I’m sure,” he mumbled as you shook your head and faced him on the edge of the bed.

“You know me, Druig.  We’re both close and I considered you someone who is near and dear to my heart,” You explained as you gestured between the pair of you, “I was just…shocked to hear that you had those kind of feelings for me.”

“Don’t mock me by acting so surprised.  You had to know about my feelings for you,” He insisted as he finally looked over at you and scanned your eyes.  You kept your own gaze at him, shaking your head as he realized you were in fact telling the truth. It was like he was splashed with cold water and he leaned back a bit, shock was on his face as he took a sharp inhale.

“You had no clue…” he voiced, sounding like a breath.

“How could I know? Honestly Druig, I’m not usually the brightest one out of everyone here on the ship..” You were starting to say, but Druig shot you a look.

“You are!” He said in defense, “Compared to the others, I think you are.  You’re amazing, your smart and kind and…and beautiful,”

You grinned from ear to ear hearing that from Druig.  The sadness was longer evident on his face or in his eyes.  In fact, it was more opposite since he told you that you were beautiful.  That glimmer in his eyes, the color in his cheeks.  To hear him say those things about you, wonderful and amazing things, it made your crush and affections for him deepen by the second.  

“Well I find you to be compassionate, ambitious, gentle, and just as beautiful too,” You shyly admitted, seeing his eyes go a bit wide.  You figured that since he confessed his own love for you, then you had to do the same as well.  There was no need to hide it or keep it a secret, not for how long you two have known each other and have been friends.  

“So, we both like each other then?” Druig asked in a tentative tone.

“More like love each other,” You added quickly.  He nodded, then he gave you a soft look that you’ve never sene him give you before. It both scared you and yet roped you in like a trance. His hand slowly reached over to take your hand in his own.  He watched your joined hands, as if he was expecting some kind of magic trick.  But in your mind, you both went over a line that could never be retracted or taken back.

“Can I kiss you?” Druig asked abruptly, you grinning from ear to ear as he asked that and you nodded your head before you could stop yourself.

“I think you should,” You breathed, Druig moving in before you could react.  He kissed you there on his bed, the first of many kisses that you two would have in your life on that planet.  First as a couple, then married for hundreds of years later.  

The End

April Prompt Session

[redheadspark]

Hi, can I request 9 for Jack Russell please?

A/N- I hope you like this, friend!

Safe

Summary - Jack only wanted to keep you safe.

Warnings - Angst with some fluff and a hint of steam mixed in!

“We’re going to have this argument again?”

“Yes, we are!”

“Amor..”

“Don’t pull that nickname on me when you know I am right!”

Jack saw you throw in a few more pieces of clothing, your spare clothes to be exact, into his duffle bag and then go into the bathroom and rummage through your toiletries.  He could only watch you with wide eyes and a look of defeat on his face since you won this argument, though he would rather win this one.  But you were coming back into the bedroom with a few things to stow away and then placing your hands on your hips to face him.  Jack said nothing else, simply rubbing his face and then was about to walk out of the room.  That’s when you knew you probably pushed it a bit too far, gliding over to him and taking his hand in your own.

“Jack,” You said his name, seeing him look at you tentatively as you laced your fingers together and held his hand in a fierce grip, “I didn’t mean to—“

“Do you know why I don’t want you to come sometimes?” He asked in a small tone, you cringing the tone in his voice and how he was already feeling uneasy about this plan. You said nothing, but he squeezed your hand a bit tighter, “I want you safe and away from all I deal with.  You’re the one safe thing in my life, and I can’t risk having you get hurt,”

“I know,” You reassured him, taking your spare hand to cradle his jaw and have him star at you.  You loved how bright his eyes were and how filed with affection and love they were.  These were the same eyes have witness horrors and pain beyond imagination and words, and it was a part of his life he wished to shield from you.  Yet that was hard to do when you knew about his world, his monster hunting and lycanthropy from the moment you two met.  You too were brought up in that world, a Master Healer for most of the monster hunters with a big reputation and years of experience.  You’ve mended wounds and tended to situations as small as poison withdrawals to vampire bites.  

That’s how you met Jack some time back, tending to one of his major wounds that he got in India.  He heard of your name and history in mending the most notorious Monster Hunters with such secrecy and privacy.  Yet you never thought you would fall for the gentle hearted man with a wicked smile and a need to do some good.  

When you two got together, Jack never wanted you to be entangled in his own line of work. You never entangled with any monster hunters in the first place since you were no hunter yourself.  You just knew how to heal the wounds and prevent death, though you were insanely protective of Jack.  Arguments and fights would break out between the pair of you when you wanted to come along with him on a job just in case it was going to be too hairy.  It wasn’t that you didn’t know how to defend yourself, you did and have defended yourself in the past.  But to Jack, you were far too precious to be placed in harm’s way.

“Jack, I’ve seen far more scarier things that you can think of!  I can handle myself!” You said to him one time as you two were facing off with one another.

“I know you can, I’m not saying you can’t!  I need to know that you’re safe, because I care about you!  I love you!” He said in a spat, you freezing for a moment when he said that.  He then took a step back and looked just as shocked as well, you two simply watching each other in a daze as you then pointed gently at him.

“You said you love me?” You asked, the heat no longer in your voice or in your veins.  Jack gulped, nodding his head and not loosing his eye contact on you.  For however long you two have been together and were a couple, neither one said those three words since it was both never the right time and your job titles.  Having someone you loved in your line of work was a dangerous game to play, but you both took that risk.  One of your could die at any moment, at any second, and you both knew it.

But you both loved each other, throwing caution to the wind.

So that’s what you did, you walked over to him in massive steps and kissed him hard. 

Jack kissed back, engulfing you in his arms and almost slamming the pair of you against the wall as you both were stepping each other’s clothes in a fast pace. The fears of your job, combined with the new profound love you had for one another, was now rolling the pair of you like a wave.  Yet neither of you cared as he stripped you down and laid you down on the bed, throwing yourself into pleasure as his head went between your legs and his hands spread your thighs apart in rapid speed. 

You both had been open in how you felt, and there were a few times when you came along on a job with him since he needed a second set of eyes with him at all times.  You knew Jack could handle himself, he was a pro at being a monster hunter after all and had a great reputation about him.  But then again, you loved him and wouldn’t want him to get hurt or be placed in a compromising position. 

“Promise me you’ll stay behind the next time I get a job?” Jack asked with a raised brow.  You nodded and smiling at him as you moved some of his gray hair out of his eyes.

“Of course, and I’m sorry for being so pushy,” You said again as he shook his head.  He wrapped you in a hug and kissed the top of your head.

“You wouldn’t be the woman I love if you weren’t pushy,” he reminded you as you hugged him back,”I need a push sometimes, and although it’s no unecesary at time, I do need it.  I’m glad it comes from you,”

“Good,” You hummed as you pecked his lips before moving away from him, “We should head out soon if we’re going to make our flight.”

“What tickets did you get us?” Jack as he zipped up at the duffle bag while you were grabbing your own traveling bag.

“Business, of course.  But for our way back, first class,” you explained, though now Jack was looking at you with a raised brow.  You shrugged, “You’re birthday is around the corner and Im going to treat you.  Deal with it,”

Jack had to smile.  He loved your pushy side through and through.

The End

April Prompt Session

[redheadspark]

May I have an Oliver Wood from HP with Nos. 3 and 15?

A/N - Awww this is great for Oliver! Thanks for the request, anon!

Out Than In

Summary - You two fought, but you also loved one another just as fiercely

Warnings - Angst with a touch of fluff

“Well, look who it is,”

You groaned from the person who said that sentence, knowing exactly who spoke and that in return was going to run your mood for the rest of the evening. 

But you still looked up, seeing none other than the Weasley Twins, both of whom were perched in front of the small booth you were in at The Three Broomsticks. Although the entire pub was pretty scarce since most of the students were outside enjoying the spring sunshine, you resorted to being tucked away inside since your own mood was not the best. It wasn’t because of school because your marks were actually gong well, it also wasn’t because of your social life since you were content in that department.  

This time it was because of your quidditch playing, more specifically, with Oliver Wood and your awkward relationship with him.

You two were a couple, but your relationship was more of a roller caster than smooth sailing.  It didn’t help you both were competitive when it came to playing quidditch and, you two would butt heads plenty of times when it came to plays and strategies.  Oliver played hard and was tough on his team, for good reason, but at times he would push a bit too hard.  Where you were more on the reliant side when it came to calling out plays during the game or changing up players to new spots when need be.  That would lead to you and Oliver having shouting matches at one another in how to run the team.  He was, in fact, the captain of the Gryffindor team, but he also considered you a Captain as well.

Being in a romantic relationship with the Quidditch Captain was no easy feat, and yet you wouldn’t change it.

Oliver was one of your closest friends and an amazing boyfriend to you.  Though you both would butt heads with one another in how to play the game, you two cared for one another still.  It seemed like such a surreal relationship from people on the outside, but not to you two.  You both still studies together for classes, went to Hogsmeade when you could for dates, even flying around the Quidditch Pitch after practice just to let off some steam. You loved his laughter and jokes, how he held your hand when you two would go to classes together, even in how he kissed you, you adored it.  Everything about him made you smile, how he treated you made you happy.  

Yet there were times that you wished your anger, both of your angers, never got the best of you.  And that happened that morning at practice. One argument was met with another and the next thing you knew, you stormed off the field with your broomstick clutched in your hand and tears in your eyes as Oliver threw down his broomstick in frustration from the sight of you leaving.

It was awkward to say the least, and bad.

You were sulking in The Three Broomsticks for the rest of the afternoon, not wanting to show your face back at the castle though you knew that you had homework to do.  Maybe it was the fact that you felt your pride was taking a hit, or perhaps you were simply embarrassed that you got into a major fight with Oliver in front of the teams and your friends.  Nevertheless, you were miserable, and yet the one person who could make you feel better was the one you were fought with in the first place.  

“I don’t need it right now, boys,” you mumbled as you looked at your half glass of Butterbeer.  Fred simply smiled and George tilted his head at you, the pair of them being good friends with you and were the ones who helped you get in the team and meet Oliver in the first place.

“I think you do,” George said calmly as you looked back at him, “We need our friend back, both of them.  And the only way to do it is simple: confrontation,”

Within a second, they both moved away from each other to reveal a third person who was behind them:

Oliver.  Great.

He looked just as bad as you did, bags were seen under his eyes as well as some puffiness that showed he was crying, his shoulders were sagging and nearly drooping to the floor.  Oliver looked worn down, and yet when he made eye contact with you, he inhaled deeply and cleared his throat awkwardly.  Fred clasped him on the shoulder as he motioned his head to you.

“You two need to chat and let it out.  Better out than in,” he hummed, “We’ll be at the bar case it gets sour, which it won’t.  C’mon, George,”

George winked as you as the twins walked away, hands in their pockets while they made they way to the bar.  Oliver slumped into the seat next to you in the booth, you being shoudelc to shoulder with him and saying nothing for a long moment. Oliver was the first one to speak, and he looked over at you briefly when he did.

“I’m sorry I made ya cry,” he explained softly, his voice even sounding broken as he rested his arms on the table, “I didn’t mean to—“

“I’m sorry for making you mad,” You said abruptly, Oliver going quiet as you took in a sharp breath and tapped your glass with your fingers, “I hate that I have a temper and let it get in the way,”

Oliver carefully and with hesitance reached over to place his hand on your wrist, making your stop your tapping as you felt the warmth of his fingers along your skin. He would do this with you when he could tell you were not yourself or in a good headspace.  He sensed it in that moment, and you needed to be grounded.

“We both are a bit of a mess, aren’t we?” He asked sheepishly, you looking over at him and seeing him give you a knowing gaze.  You couldn’t help but smile from that question, since it was mostly true.  

“If you need me to, I won’t put in my two cents anymore,” You explained, Oliver’s eyes going wide for a moment while you kept talking, “You were made Captain for a reason, and I can’t overstep you anymore—“

“No no, hang on,” he interrupted you carefully as he turned to face you a bit more and laced one of your hands in his, “You didn’t do anything wrong, honest,”

“I went against your wishes and your opinion,” You reasoned, though Oliver had to chuckle then.

“Well, we tend to do that with one another,” Oliver stated, “But I honestly don’t mind it at all,”

“You make it sound like we don’t like each other,” You commented, though Oliver rolled his eyes and gave you stare.

“Well I can’t change my feelings for you, believe me I fucking tried,” He hummed, though there was a hint of blush on his cheeks as he said that.  You had to chuckle as he shoved his shoulder with yours, “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I need to learn how to let things roll off my shoulders and to let go of some control,”

“And I need to stop butting in when there’s no need of it,” You added on, making Oliver humming and lean over to kiss you softly on the lips.  It felt like any other time you two would fight and make up, even though this time it felt ten times worse.  It was probably the worst fight you two have ever had, but there you making up and putting it behind you.  This was why you loved Oliver: he was fierce both in his fighting and in his love for you.

Oliver hummed and pulled away from you, wrapping an arm around you to snuggle you and trace his nose with your own as he spoke, “I fucking love you, okay?!  I don’t want to, but I do,”

“Piss off,” You groaned as you attempted to shove him off, but he tucked you in close as you laughed, “And I love you too, even when you’re a git,”

“Well I’m your git, aren’t I?” He teased back, then reaching over to take a drink from your own Butterbeer.  Fred and George looked over to see the pair of you grinning and smiling again, Oliver taking a long drink as you were laughing.  

They both grinned, knowing deep down that you two were made for each other and would tell this story at your wedding within a year’s time.

The End

April Prompt Session

[redheadspark]

For the April Prompt Session - Do you think you could do Benedict Bridgerton with #7 and #10, (if possible with Kate's Tamil Friend)??

A/N - I love this! Thanks for the request, anon!

Known

Summary - Benedict picked the right time to tell you how he felt

Warnings - Angst and fluff in the end :)

“You cannot be serious,”

“I’m as serious as ever,”

“That’s saying something coming from you, Benedict,”

Benedict’s face was sporting a scowl as he was standing across from you in the small corridor where he corralled you, the grand party was at the other side of the grand estate with the music floating softly in throughout the air and into the cool spring night.  You could hear the chattering of the guests, your family was amongst them as well as Bendict’s family.  You’re supposed to be dancing with a suitor that your father picked out for you, a family friend that seemed to be a good match for you since you came out that recent season. He was a nice young man, courteous and kind and with a great reputation that would bring your family’s name up to par amongst the elite.  It was all working out according to plan.

But leave it to Benedict to screw up the plan.  It was in his nature after all. 

Your family knew the Bridgertons for several years, all thanks to your parents being close to Violet and helping her when Edmund Bridgerton passed years ago.  You were the same age as Anthony when he lost his father, you two were close from the moment you two met.  Anthony even considered you as an added member of his siblings, and you loved all of his brothers and sisters as if they were your own since you were the eldest daughter with immense pressure on your shoulders. You hated the pressure, it was a lot at times and especially for the season when your father thought it would be the best time for you to find a match and a husband.

The one person who was not happy about the arrangement your father made was Benedict Bridgerton, whom was hopelessly in love with you.

You had no idea that he was, nor did he know that you had feelings for him as well.  Benedict was drawn to you from the moment you two met long ago, Anthony being protective of you and wanting you that Benedict was prone to being too aloof and playful with others.  Yet you never had that cloud your judgement: You love this infectious laugh and unique personality.  You thought of him as brilliant with his artwork and drawings, even playing games with him was enough to brighten your day.  Benedict snuck into your heart before you could stop it or slow it down, he was becoming someone you could dream about or daydream about.  

There were pros and cons about it: the pros of him being a close friend and someone who knew you inside and out. He was kind, gregarious, ambitious  and driven.  Whereas the cons consisted of his stubbornness, aloofness that was extremes at times, being brash.  But mostly you both never had an idea that you both loved one another.  The lingering looks he would give as you would pass by the garden, the longing gaze you would have on him as he would chat with a young lady who found him smitten.  

The only ones who knew and wanted to have you two get it together were Anthony and Kate, Anthony’s wife and your good friend. 

That very spring evening was the tipping point for the pair of you, thanks to Benedict seeing you and your potential suitor out on the dance floor in each other’s arms.  You were being courteous to your date, smiling at his jokes and being attentive to him.  But then again your eyes would liger from time to time to where he was.  Maybe you knew deep down it was too late for you to tell him your feelings and underlying affection for him since your future was already on the right path. 

One minute you were chatting with Stephen and feeling the mood was light, the next you were being steered away from the dance floor by Benedict and whisked out of the ball room.  You were enraged with Benedict in how he handled it and made such a play, though he was remaining calm about it and not making a scene.

“You drag me out here in the middle of the night, alone mind you, to what?  Drill me about Mr. Rorick?!” You asked in hiss, trying to eep your voice down since there were couples and groups of people out and about in the grand hall not too far away.  Benedict’s face under the glowing lanterns looked rather determined and with a hint of anger in his bright eyes You’ve never seen him like this, nor have you seen him act in such a way at a ball or big gatherings during the season.

“He’s not right for you!” He hissed back at you with his arms crossed in front of him.  This was not like him, he would usually be leaning against the wall or having a playful smile on his lips. But this, this was almost a new side of him that you have never seen once in your life. 

“And you would know who is?!” You asked back, seeing him go silent for a moment as you spoke again, “Since when are you going to be my voice, mouthpiece even, to whom I can or cannot court?!”

“I know you far better than any of those men that room!” Benedict explained as he pointed back in the same direction of the ballroom, “Or any man in the county.  You are ten time better than them, they don’t deserve to be in the same room as you and breathe the same air,”

“So you’re telling me what?  That you’re going to help find my husband and be my matchmaker?” You scoffed as he huffed and ruffled his hair in agitation.  It was in the next sentence that he spoke that made you loose your breath and every other thought you had drift away in the wind.

“I’m telling you that I love you!” He said in both. Hurt and angry tone. You were frozen in your spot, across from him in that small corridor with the rest of the world melting away.  It was like a slap across your face, the sensation of your stomach dropping, the feeling of lightning on your skin.  Were you imaging those words coming out of his mouth?  Was it a trick of your ears?

“You….you love me?” You asked, the heat in your words.  He sighed, almost in annoyance, as he glared at you.

“Don’t mock me by acting so surprised.  You had to know about my feelings for you,” he said in a low tone, you shaking your head slowly as he gestured to you, “I had feelings for you for quite some time, ever since Anthony introduced me to you when we were younger,”

“I’m not…I had no idea, Benedict!” You insisted as you felt flushed in front of him then.  Hearing his confession and then staring him down with a new sense of affection festering inside of you, “Please believe me I had no clue!”

Benedict’s gaze softened a bit after hearing your being truthful to him.  His shoulders were lowered a bit and his stance was a bit loose. The anger that was one festering inside of him seemed to mist away.  

“You…you never knew?” He asked sheepishly, seeming like his old self again as you nodded your head.

“Not once,” You admitted, “Either you were a master as hiding it or I was a fool and never seeing anything that would hint that you had affections for me,”

“Affections,” he repeated in a breath, “First of all, you are no fool. In fact, you’re far from it.  You knew how I feel about you.  You had to have known,”

“I never did, Benedict,” you said calmly as you walked over to stand right in front of him, reaching out to take his hands within your own, “If I had known earlier, things would have been different,”

“Different how?” He asked, sounding a bit oblivious.  You had to smile, thinking that there was no real reason to hold back what you felt for him.  Hearing that he loved you, truly loved you, it changed things for you and how you felt about love.  He was always on your mind, he was the light you had in the times of darkness and the warmth in needed in the nights that were cold.  So there was no need to hold back, no need to be hesitant.

You leaned in a kissed Benedict.  

Within two seconds, he pulled you into his arms and never once let you go. His arms around your lower waist, his lips against yours that tasted sweet like the wine he drank, even the scent he had on his clothes enticed you as you leaned into him to be closer than ever.  You both were under a lantern kissing each other like long lost lovers, pent up affection that you both needed to unleash and yet wanted to take the time with.  There was no more need to fantasize about this moment, it was unfolding and happening in such a way that surprised you.

You pulled away from him slightly, attempting to catch your breath as Benedict was chasing after your lips with a smirk on his plumped lips, “I need to breathe, Benedict,”

“Well, pardon me for finally having my affections met with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had in my life, I simply cannot let you go from this point on,” He breathed out as he leaned in to kiss your cheeks and plan another kiss on your lips, making you giggle as you hummed and stared at him affectionately,

“What will we tell my father or Mr. Rorick for that matter?” You questioned, though Benedict rolled his eyes.  

“I will definitely tell them both myself about the news of our engagement and upcoming wedding,” He stated, you laughing as he cocked his head at you, “What?  You don’t wish to marry me?”

“First of all, you haven’t properly asked me yet!” You explained as you slapped his arm, Benedict laughed as you went on, “Two, what will the rest of the season say from the news?”

“I’ve waited this long for tell you about my feelings and affections for you, and I don’t wish to wait for another moment,” He admitted to you as he scanned your eyes with his own, “Or would you rather wait it out and go through the protocols that our families—“

You silenced him with another kiss, and your families were informed about your engagement the following day in both shock and happiness.  

The End

April Prompt Session

[redheadspark]

Can I have Eddie Munson with #12 for the April prompt session? Please? 👉🏼👈🏼

A/N - This is great! Thanks for the request, anon!

Deserve

Summary - Eddie never thought he deserved you, even after escaping death

Warnings - Angst and fluff mixed in!

“Munson we need to talk about it,”

“Talk about what?”

“The fact that you’re pushing me away when you’re trying to heal and get back on your feet!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!  You’re not as dumb as the rest of Hawkins High thinks you are!”

Eddie looked at you dumbfounded as you were glaring at him. He was still in his hospital bed, the wounds that the got from the Upside Down were now changing into lines and scars along his body and skin, and yet he looked haunted himself. Something changed within him from the moment he woke up in the same bed a few days ago, the glimmer in his eyes that he used to have.  It was no longer there, almost like a switch that turned off so abruptly that it frightened you.  

You all went through hell and back in the Upside Down, but you made it out alive.  Although you were scrapped up yourself with a bad case of whiplash and a nasty wound on your leg, it was nothing to what Eddie went through himself with those demonic bats as he was defending them from you.  He nearly lost his life in that hell hole of a place, just to save you.

Yet now he was so withdrawn, so misplaced within himself.  

“You are not acting like yourself,” You stated, Eddie giving you a look as if you slapped him across the face.  He shuffled a bit in his bed, uncomfortably so since he was getting all the of the undivided attention from you.  

“Maybe it’s the fact that we almost got killed by those weird demonic bat things back there,” Eddie grumbled as he was picking at his fingernails, now avoiding your gaze since you were drilling your own eyes at him.  He hated conflict, he always had, but something like this was off as well.  When you two fought, he would stand toe to toe with you and not be afraid to voice his opinion.  But those fights were minimal and meaningless so to speak, maybe over where he was taking you to dinner of a date or how you would stand toe to toe with Jason when he would pick on Eddie.  

You two have been together for several months, staring his Senior year and your Junior year.  He loved your quirkiness and stubbornness, as well as you not caring he was a metal head and into Dungeons and Dragons.  You never saw him as a “Freak”, and he never saw you are “Weird”. You both saw each other as loved and in need of love.

Nether one of you said “I love you” to the other, there was no need to.  You both cared for one another and considered your relationship rather serious and deep.  But to say those three words, you wanted to save it for the right moment.  The right time, and things were good for the pair of you.  Eddie already thought about getting a job after high school to get an apartment, wanting you to move in with him after you graduated and went off to college.  You saw a future together, outside of Hawkins, outside of Indiana even, but that came to a Halt when you had to save the town and even the world.  

“You still not you,” you explained again, Eddie’s eyes were still in his lap and within his hands, “I know you better than anyone.  We’ve been together for far too long for me not to notice this new you. I don’t like this, Eddie.  I want my old Eddie back, the one who would talk to me for hours and make me feel so happy,”

He clenched his fists in his hands as you took another step over to him and his bed, “What did I do to you?” You asked in a whisper.  You saw his head snap up at you so fast his hair floated in the air for a split second.  His eyes were on you and big, like you were breaking his head in front of him.  You’ve sent hat look a few times since you two were together, you hated that look.  But you had to ask since it felt like there was some thick wall that was keeping you two from one another.  

“W-what?” He asked, his voice sounded raw and almost defeated as you kept your stance.  You had to know what you did that was having him keep a distance from you.  Ever since you made it to the hospital, the way you helped Eddie through your doors when he was battered and covered in blood and bites, you were only thinking that Eddie needed to live.  But he avoided his glance at you, his barely held your hand, even the way he spoke to you was not like himself.  

“What did I do?” You asked again, needing to the know the answer as to what was going on in his head.  Eddie too was a stubborn person, not wanting to wear his own heart on his sleeve to most people.  He would with you since he considered you a safe person for him, a peaceful person who would be the calm to his storm or the anchor to his waves.

Eddie took in a short breath, almost like he was frustrated with himself as he then averted his eyes away from you. You scoffed, “Oh no, don’t you dare, Eddie.  Answer the question, please,” 

“You didn’t do anything,” he replied, your watching in confusion as you threw up your hands.

“Not the way you’re acting with me,” You countered, not wishing to show any tears that were threatening to come out from the corners of your eyes.  But you had to know, and seeing that he was still avoiding your eyes.  

“You did nothing wrong,” He replied calmly, “I just….I woke up and I felt like I wanted to tell you something, but I couldn’t,”

You paused, raising a brow at him,”What is that?”

All you could think about what how he was making sure you stayed in the mobile home when the bats came to attack the group.  You were thinking about how you were banging on the windows as the bats were tearing at his clothes and flesh.  Lastly, you were thinking about how he was looking at you as he was on the ground, tears in his eyes and screaming in pain as blood was spilling to the ground.  

You were thinking that he was trying to save you, to keep you alive.  

“I love you!  Is that what you wanted to hear?  Are you happy now?” He asked abruptly with a loud voice and a shake of his hands. You slamming your mouth shut and your eyes going wide, not expecting to hear that from him as he rubbed his eyes in frustration.  You could see he was still shaken from what happened, it made you walk over to him carefully and place a hand on his leg carefully as he took out a long breath.

“I love you, so damn much,” he sighed, his voice softer now and on the brink of tears as he sniffled and looked at you.  You could see how he was both broken and relived in saying those words to you as his fingers were fidgeting in his lap, “All I was thinking about was how much I love you, and you don’t deserve someone like me,”

That nearly broke your heart when he said that, making you reach over to lace your fingers together on his lap.  He held you instantly, not being hesitant anymore as you kept your gaze at him calmly. He spoke a few times with you in the past at how you were too good for him, too pure for him.   You would always shoot down your negative thoughts about him, whether it would be with a kiss or a hug, or simply a smile and a shake of your head. You thought of him are more than perfection your eyes: kindness in his heart, a great sense of humor, he took good care of you when you were down and having rough moments.  Eddie was amazing to you, more than, and now to hear he thought he didn’t deserve you.

“I know we almost died back there, but I didn’t want you there with us in the first place,” He kept going as he was now stammering and keeping his stare at you, “I told you to come help us when I shouldn’t, and I d-d-didn’t want you down t-there—“

You engulfed him in a hug as he was clinging onto you so tightly.  You could feel the stains of his tears on your shirt as you held him close.  Hugging Eddie was almost therapeutic for you, from the first time you hugged as he heard the news of your step father was arrested for hitting your mom.  When he hugged you after you got accepted onto the soccer team after training for hours on end, even the way he hugged you after your first date when he took you to a local diner.  That hug turned into a sweet kiss that you would never forget.  

When Christy was murdered and Eddie was blamed for it, you knew he wouldn’t have done it.  There was no real and bone in his body and you were willing to help clear his name.  That choice led you down. Rabbit hole of supernatural beings, unsolved mysteries, and the stuff of nightmares you could never imagine going through ever in your life. 

But you did it, all because you knew Eddie so well and you loved him dearly.  

“I would came if you pushed me away,” You mumbled against his head as he clung onto you tightly.  You saw the scars on his arms as they were around your waist, you felt the coolness of his skin against your skin, you heard the sniffling of his tears while you spoke again, “Because I love you too,”

Eddie’s head perked up and watched you, his bloodshot eyes were drilling your yours as your hummed and pushed his hair out of his eyes, “Y-you do?”

You grinned for the first time you came into the room that day, “I think I have for awhile.”

He smiled, finally smile, and you could have sworn there was a small amount of color on his face again.  

“And for the record, I go where you go.  I don’t give up on us easily, especially not now, okay?” You asked, seeing him nod his head as you hugged him again.  You could understand that he never wanted you in danger since he wanted to help his friends, but you also understood that you couldn’t stand to the side and watch him be in danger himself.  You both watched out for one another and took care of each other, mostly because you had to when others walked out on your lives.  

“I love you,” He mumbled against your shirt, you kissing the top of his head.

“I love you too, and you don’t scare me like that again,” you warned him lightly, hearing him chuckle as he snuck a kiss on you neck.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied.

The End

April Prompt Session

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April Prompt Session

Hello my dears!

I'M BACK! Im so sorry for being MIA in our prompt sessions all of March and most of April. I lost my job at my school early March and had to go job hunting, and I think doing prompts was not health for me at the time because of my mental health not in the best space. BUT I found a job about a month ago and I was attempting to get back into a working rhythm again. Now that I am, I'm back to writing again!

This session is a PINCH different from what I am used to writing, but I still think it will be fun for me! Given the recent voting results that I did a few days ago, The Theme this month is:

Angry Love Confessions

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) This session has only one list. As you ask, please be as ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE: include BOTH the character and request number you’d like me to write for you

Example: May I have Azriel from ACOTAR with #3?

*I write out the requests on a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number)I will only write it once! Please don’t be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don’t mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Friday, May 2nd, at 12:00 PM PST

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

This Prompt List was created by @creativepromptsforwriting

“I love you! I have always loved you. It’s not fair to deny my love for you now.”

“You make me so angry I want to scream, and I love you so much it almost tears me apart.”

“I cannot change my feelings for you, believe me I fucking tried.”

“How can you not understand how much I love you?”

“I am so angry right now, I could almost forget my love for you.”

“I can’t do this anymore. I love you. But it’s not enough.”

“Don’t mock me by acting so surprised. You had to know about my feelings for you.”

“You make me so angry sometimes. And you make me love you all the time.”

“I need to know that you’re safe. Because I care about you. I love you.”

“You knew how I feel about you. You have to have known.”

“Can you not see that I love you? That I’ve always loved you?”

“I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you happy now?”

“It’s not a secret that I love you. Don’t act like it is.”

“My love for you will truly become my downfall, I just know it.”

“I fucking love you, okay?! I don’t want to, but I do.”

Once again, I will stop taking requests on Friday, May 2nd, at 12:00 PM PST

Thank you and happy requesting!

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Prompt Voting!

Hello, my dears! I haven't done a Prompt session since February. I apologize. I was let go from a job all of March, and now settling into my new job, which took over most of April. I miss writing, but my headspace was not the best. But I'm back! We're going to put in a vote on what kind of Prompt Session I'll do this weekend! It'll be all about love (DUH), so I hope you vote for what kind of love you want to see!

Put in your vote, and whichever one wins will be next on my Prompt Session Radar! I'll make the list by Wednesday, and it'll go live on Friday!

Thanks ya'll and Happy Voting!

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