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farfromstrange · 1 year

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Hi lizzi!

How are you? I hope well.

I saw that your request box is open so I thought why not send one in

Hear me out, what reader goes to the office to see Matt and he's all alone in the office, so they fuck around but Matt isn't paying attention to sense and he doesn't hear foggy just down the hallway and Matt pull out of reader right when they were about to cum and he makes her go under his desk while he tries to look decent.

So when foggy goes to Matt's office, reader pulls out his cock and starts to suck him off while he's talking to foggy and he's trying not to make a face or sound of pleasure, so after foggy leaves Matt punishes reader

Please and thank you 💋

My dear, that request made me very... unwell. Thank you so much for sliding into my inbox and bringing the filth! I apologize for the wait but had to get in the Matt mood again. Well, needless to say, this really did get me in the mood again. I hope you like it!

Naughty Girl | Matt Murdock x F!Reader

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: You and Matt get interrupted while getting it on in his office. You can't stop yourself from taking what you want, and Matt is not happy about it.

Warnings: SMUT, PWP, MINORS DNI, unprotected p in v, mentions of oral (f!receiving), oral m!receiving, female masturbation, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism, choking, marking kink, BREEDING KINK (I went hard on that this time), rough sex, slight mean!dom!Matt, degrading, spanking, pure filth served on a silver platter

Word Count: 2.4k

A/n: Y'all I- I'm not even going to say anything. Smut right under the cut.

18+ From Here On Out...

With every harsh thrust of his cock into your tight walls, the desk underneath you creaks. You can see the legs shaking alongside yours through hazy eyes, but you’re too far gone to care whether or not the wood will give out.

The second you came into the office, Matt had you bent over the desk. First, he ate your sweet cunt as if it were the last lunch he would ever have, and then he forced you onto your stomach and started pounding into you. The position repeatedly allows him to brush against your G-spot and reach your cervix, fucking into you at a pace that has you seeing starts, your moans bouncing off the walls, and you lose yourself in the feeling of him, his hands, and his cock. You love lunch times like this. He never leaves you dissatisfied.

Heat wraps around him like a cocoon. Nothing exists in the Nelson & Murdock office but you and him. Your cunt wraps around his cock so impossibly tight, Matt drowns in the feeling. Your moans overtone the noise of the city and he can only smell your sweet arousal in the air, your sweat and your tears of pleasure, and your juices still glistening on his lips. He revels in it. Once he has his hands on you, you’re more than willing to let him do whatever he wants, whatever he needs, and he does so. But he knows well that you wouldn’t hesitate to do the same for him.

Today though, it’s his turn to ruin you, and the empty office made it impossible for him to keep his hands to himself when you came strolling in with that short skirt he fucked you in the day before; it smells like you, and him and sex, and you walk around shamelessly with it as if he can’t smell you five blocks down, or smell the wetness between your legs when you only think about him. You drive him wild with carnal desire, and he wants nothing more than to die between your legs, perhaps even with his cock buried in your velvety walls. He wants nothing more than to fill you up, fuck you until you can’t walk straight, mark you, make you his, tie you down, and ravish you until not a single thought crosses your mind – you’re his little cockdruck slut and he makes sure to tell you that over and over and over again.

You’re a whimpering mess, reaching back to dig your nails into his hips. You’re so wet, so tight; skin slaps against skin, your nipples brush the wood of the table and you cry out again, and his breathing echoes in his ears. His senses are completely attuned to you, focused on your body, for the signs you’re giving him, the sound of your approaching orgasm, your cunt, your tits, your heartbeat, your everything. He feels your pulse jump under his fingers when he hauls you up to choke you, and you moan again. God, he thinks, this would be such a heavenly way to go out.

He doesn’t focus for only a moment, but a moment is all it takes for the bubble to burst. Matt hears Foggy’s footsteps first, then his heartbeat, then his voice, and he has never pulled out of you faster.

The world crashes back into you when your orgasm vanishes, slipping out of your reach, and you gawk at him.

“Matt, what–” you begin, but he presses his hand against your mouth.

He’s still hard, your wetness leaking from his cock, but his unfocused eyes seem panicked. “Get under the desk, now!” he says.

It’s not a game, you can tell.

“What?”

“Foggy.”

“Oh.”

You should have figured that getting carried away during lunch break would be a bad idea.

Matt barely manages to sit down in his chair and fix his hair before his door busts open.

“Matt,” Foggy waltzes in without a care in the world, “you won’t believe what Marci just told me!"

Your knees already hurt, but you can’t switch positions or he might hear you. You come face to face with Matt’s straining erection in his pants, and an idea comes to your mind.

You’re a naughty little thing, his voice echoes in your head, but he promised he would make sure you could both get what you both wanted without getting caught and he failed. You’re desperate, your cunt aching for him, and you need to get off somehow.

Matt sighs at Foggy’s comment. His cheeks are still flushed and he can’t think straight, but he has to appear professional to keep his dignity and yours. “You know what I think about you using your ex as a mo-oh!” His fist hits the desk’s surface.

Your mouth wraps around his cock and you suck, hard. He comes almost right then and there. He didn’t hear you come closer, neither could he anticipate your behavior before it happened and now you’re sucking on his tip, knowing he is beyond sensitive, and Foggy is right there–

“I know,” Foggy says, and he seemingly doesn’t notice the new tension in his friend’s jaw or his hand gripping the edge of his desk. “But you said we needed more information, and you also hate when I bribe Brett– you know, you’re a hypocrite. You beat up bad guys for intel, but when I ask my ex to spy for me in exchange for sex that doesn't harm anyone, may I add, it’s suddenly World War Three. That's not fair! At least I care about... about the environment."

He says some more things, and they probably make sense, but Matt’s cock twitches in your mouth, so dangerously close to combusting, he listens with only half a quarter of an ear.

You take him down your throat fully, ignoring the urge to gag at his size. He tastes salty and slightly like you, his tip leaking pre-cum. He weighs heavy on your tongue, but the obscenity of it all makes you greedy to take him whole. Once you start, you can’t stop. You lick and suck and lick and suck, and he twitches again.

His knuckles turn white around the wood and he casts a glare downward. You’re too lost in the pleasure his reaction is giving you, your hand working on your clit as you shamelessly suck his dick; you’re getting off on it, and it’s worse now that he can taste the molecules in the air.

You’re going to regret this, but you don’t care because it feels too good to stop now. You just want to be naughty for once, get what you want and bring Matt Murdock to his knees.

“Matt?” Foggy snaps his fingers in front of his face.

He doesn’t notice he’s biting his fist until it starts hurting.

“What?” he asks, his voice strained. He twitches in his chair, but he has nowhere to go.

He’s about to come, the sound of your fingers working on your clit following the rushing of the blood in his veins, and that’s enough to cause his balls to tense up under your skilled fingers.

“I said I was gonna check in with Marci,” says Foggy. “Usually, you have something smart to say to me. I’m waiting.”

“Good idea,” Matt says.

“What?”

“Go.”

“Seriously?”

“Go!” It sounds almost like a warning. "Do the- the thing with Marci. Just do it, I don't care. Go do it!"

What his friend says next, he doesn’t register. He only hears the door fall shut, and then he’s coming hard into your hot mouth. You moan as your own orgasm washes over you, which only makes you suck harder, and his forehead falls to the desk as he muffles his howl. His toes curl. You lit the match, threw it on the gasoline, and now he’s burning.

You suckle on his tip until he’s overstimulated and only then do you pull off.

Part of you expects gratitude when you slowly crawl out from under the desk, but once Matt has found back to himself, his face darkens completely. This is not the man you started teasing before Foggy came around, not the gentle nature your boyfriend has reserved only for you – you’re looking into the eyes of a man equally as horny as he is pissed off with you, and you know what that look means.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he growls.

Oh-oh.

He gets up and towers over you. “Touching yourself like that, sucking my dick like the needy little whore that you are with Foggy in the same room while I was talking to him… How desperate for my cock do you have to be that you have to act like such a slut?”

You wipe your mouth. “Sorry,” you mutter.

He listens to your heartbeat. “No,” Matt chuckles darkly, “You’re a lot of things, sweetheart, but you’re not sorry.”

Next thing you know, your face is pressed against the wall and he cages you in like an animal on the prowl. The blinds are closed, Foggy is gone again, and your skirt lands on the floor. “Such a needy pussy,” he purrs into your ear. “You’re dripping.”

“Fuck, yes,” you moan.

He pulls at your hair. “Don’t even think you’re getting rewarded.”

The slight pain makes you hiss.

“I’m gonna fuck you as hard as I want now, and you’re gonna take it. You know why?”

“I–”

“Tell me.”

“I’ve been a bad girl.”

“That’s right. And what happens to bad girls, baby?”

“They get punished.”

“Exactly, so that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna fuck you until your pussy is full of my cum and then I’ll decide if you deserve to come or not. Are we clear?”

His words shoot straight to your core. You’re not scared, you know how he is, you have a safeword and yet, you’re enjoying this a lot more than you should. “Yes, sir,” you breathe.

When he hears the honorific from your mouth, uttered oh so sweetly close to his ears, he pushes you further into the walls and thrust his cock into you. He doesn’t wait, he sets a ruthless pace from the beginning, and it’s harder than he fucked you before.

Desire drives him to ruin you. Sweat drips off both of your bodies, mingling and turning into an almost toxic mixture. His white shirt is stained wet now, his tie loosened, and when you look over your shoulder to see his slack jaw and his bared teeth, you tighten around his cock. He looks so good, he renders you speechless, useless, everything.

His fingers are sure to leave their bruises, just how you like it. His teeth nip at your neck. His grip tightens around your throat, knocking the air out of your lungs – you can’t breathe. He knows exactly where to press to turn you light-headed, yet needy for more. Your moans get caught in your throat, your nails claw at the wallpaper, and he only picks up speed.

The line between pain and pleasure blurs. You find yourself on the edge in minutes, even without his fingers on your clit. You are so worked up, your body follows him where he wants you to go.

He lowers his mouth to your ear. “Don’t fucking come,” he warns.

You shiver. You’re right there, but you know you have to comply. It hurts, but it’s so good.

His cock twitches, he’s close too, and he wraps his arm around your waist entirely to keep you straight as he fucks up into you and pushed you flat against the wall. You’re his toy to use now, and you let him. The angle drives you to hell and back, his cock brushing where you need him most but you don’t want him there because you are almost there, tethering over the edge and you are sure if he keeps going like that you are going to–

With a loud shout of your name, he comes deep inside of you. You swear you can still taste him on your tongue as he fills you up. He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts until you’re full of his cum, your walls milking everything he has to give and more, but the man knows no mercy.

“Want me to fuck a baby into you?” he pants. “Is that what you want? So desperate for my cum, you need it everywhere, even your mouth? And now you want me to fuck a baby into your pussy?”

Holy shit. Whatever has gotten into him makes you sweat even more when you hear his words.

“Yes!” you cry. “God, yes, Matthew! Please! Please! Please–”

“You need my cum? You need me to fuck you until you’re full of it?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I need your cum, Matthew! Please, I need it. I want it. I want you– please!”

His palm collides with your ass cheeks and he hisses like a snake on the prowl. “Come for me,” he says.

You instantly lock up. Your muscles tense and you come with a scream; he doesn’t muffle it, he lets you let it out, and his grip is stern as he continues fucking his cum into your quivering pussy. You mewl, but he doesn’t let off. His fingers are everywhere. It burns.

Only when he’s spent and satisfied does he stop, and you almost lose control over your legs.

“Shh,” you hear him whisper into your ear. Gone is the dominant Matt who was about to ready to destroy you. He flicks the switch and he’s fully himself again.

Stroking your hair, he makes sure to be careful when he pulls out. You whimper. He takes you into his arms. “I’m sorry,” Matt says, “Are you okay?”

You’re both panting, sweaty messes, but God, did it feel good.

You can only muster a small nod and he holds you tighter in response. “Breathe,” he reminds you. “I’m here.”

With his fingers in your hair, you slowly find back to yourself. He carries you into his chair with him where he holds you some more, making sure you don’t lose yourself along the way. He offers you water, a tissue, everything, and you don’t feel used, you never could, not when he acts like this whenever he is rough with you.

There is a reason you love him, and it’s not just mind-blowing sex.

“Sorry for sucking your cock while Foggy was in the room,” you murmur, your voice sounded like a drunken slur.

Matt chuckles, which quickly turns into a laugh. “You are so naughty sometimes, you know that?” he says.

You shrug. “Guilty as charged, counselor.”

His lips find your forehead. “My naughty girl.”

“Yours.”

“Mine.”

You love Matt Murdock and you wouldn’t trade him for the world. You are gladly his because you know, no matter how dominant he is, he will always have a soft spot for you.

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lazyalani · 1 year

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| Ciel Phantomhive × [F!Reader]

| Well, it burned

| written from lizzy's point of view, well kind of, still from third person but focuses on lizzy, no twins au, angst, so much angst with happy ending, swearing, it gets worse before it gets better, ciel and reader end up together, lizzy watched their love die, she watches as ciel falls inlove with reader, tried to keep it as short as possible cuz making it long would make it a full blown lizzy fic, not accurate but this is the best i can do without ruining my own writing style and ideas >_< sorry for the long wait, this fucking broke me as a hard cielizzy shipper

A request from: @imhereiguess420

| Summary: In which Lady Elizabeth gets too close to the fire. And what happens when you get too close? You get burned.

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sometimes, i wake up by the door

It was supposed to be just a mission. She were supposed to be just a mission.

Perhaps she was too naive.

Or perhaps she was too ignorant.

Or maybe both. Lizzy thinks, no, she knows.

After the events of Campania she was sure Ciel and her had become closer. They were. Until she came along.

Stupid. Stupid. This is all your fault. She tells herself. You were the one who insisted to take care of her, you were the one who agreed to let Ciel help. She scolds herself again and again. So why are you complaining now?

She can feel her tears rimming on her eyes. She can feel her mind going in a haze. She can feel her emotions rampaging, uncontrollable. She can feel her brother's pity filled stare.

When the Queen had gathered the knights of the kingdom to protect a noble lady being targeted by a country they were in tension with, Elizabeth had volunteered herself to directly take care of them as she were near her age, and let the others take care of dealing with other forces of the mission. She figured she would also be more comfortable with someone her age.

She was a kind person. But as she lays out her suggestions towards the plan for the mission, she can't help but think about someone else. She reminded her of someone. Ciel. She smiled, oh, she just had a great idea.

Who would've thought it would take things for the worst?

She remembered how she barged in to the Phantomhive Estate to ask Ciel for help.

"I'm sure you'd get along with them! She's really really smart like you, and you both speak in riddles sometimes!"

He sighs, "Do I need to?"

"No, but pleaseeee? It would really make me happy to make her comfortable and safe!" She pouts and gives him the best puppy eyes she could muster.

The Earl shakes his head with slight red cheeks and sighs again. "Alright, I'll see what I can do." He looks away, but she could still see his red cheeks. And she smiles, feeling a lot more giddy.

Who knew those were one of their last moments?

that heart you caught must be waiting for you

She crumples another paper and throws it away, picking up another and began writing again. What was she writing about again? Fuck, the ink got smudged by water. Oh, it wasn't water.

Her face scrunches with the pain she feels on her chest as she hold her forehead, trying to control her breathing. She can still feel her brother's hesitant and concerned stare from the opened door of her room.

She shifted in her seat a little. She didn't want her brother to see her like this.

So pathetic.

"[Name]! This is Ciel, my lovely fiance!" She, jolly as ever, gestures to the Earl who sighs again and lifts up his hand.

"Earl Ciel Phantomhive, it's uhh, nice to meet you..." He awkwardly says as he glances at her expecting expression.

She smiles and giggles. He might sigh a lot around her, but she knows he feels just the same as she did. She's happy to see him try to be nicer for her.

She nodded and took his hand to shake, introducing herself as well, "... the pleasure is mine."

Ciel and her gazes were both calculating, observing each other, almost wary. But Lizzy didn't mind, it was their first meeting afterall, she was sure they would get along just fine. They were alike, afterall.

Oh my, fair lady, too alike.

She wanted to shout when another paper gets smudged by her tears, crumpling it and throwing it away again.

"My lady...." She hears Paula's worried voice from beside her brother.

She ignores it and picks up another paper, her grip on the pen almost breaking it from the force.

God, she was close to breaking. But she couldn't let her brother and Paula see more of her disgraceful side. She writes and writes. She didn't even know what she was writing anymore. Those words, those phrases, every sentence had different words all over. But they all have the same meaning.

Please don't do this.

Please don't leave me. She silently begs.

even now when we're already over,

Oh, fair lady, how low had you fallen?

I don't know, I don't care! She wanted to scream. Getoutgetoutgetoutofmyhead...

Ciel. Ciel. Ciel, please.

All those wandering gazes, stolen glances, secret conversations. Reading someone from their eyes was something she was also good at. But reading her fiance's was a different story. And so was hers.

Or is my fair lady just ignorant?

i can't help myself from lookin for you

Shutupshutupshutup! She screams into her head, her nails digging in to her desk.

"My lady! You'll hurt yourself, please!"

"Ciel! Do you want to go to the new park with me? Father said it was really pretty!" She holds his hands with a happy mood.

"Ah, uhhh," he glances at her with a subtle hesitant look, "we can't leave her alone, Elizabeth. Maybe another time?" He offers instead.

Lizzy can see through that unbothered facade in his glance.

But she ignored it.

i set fire to the rain

"Brother said he could look after them this time! Can we go to the park, pleaaaase?" She pleads at him with her usual puppy gaze that would always make him red.

He sighs and nods, seemingly giving up. "Alright, then."

He wasn't flustered like he always was. She ignores all the voices in her head and smiles, taking his hand in hers and lifting them together.

"Yay! Ciel is really the best!" No reaction again.

watched it pour as i touched your face

"Sebastian, have Snake stay here." He turns to her. "Let's go, Elizabeth." He offers his hand for her to take.

She ignores how her name is back to Elizabeth.

She smiles again and takes his hand. "I'm excited!" But the bad feeling in her stomach says otherwise.

And she ignores the alarms in her head when he looks back at her before entering the carriage.

well, it burned while i cry

How could have she missed those? She ruffles her hair agressively, messing her pigtails slightly.

"Lizzy...." She hears her brother.

Oh, fair lady, you didn't miss them...

Shutup! She screams in her head again.

... you chose to ignore them.

Get the fuck out of my head!

Why?

Getoutgetoutgetout!

Why is that?

You're not real!

Why the ignorance, my fair lady?

Stop putting things to my head! She writes more aggressively, the paper is starting to tear.

"My lady, the paper is already..."

"Lizzy, that's enough..."

Are you trying to turn that paper into you?

Shut the fuck up. She ignores everyone and continues writing.

To my Ciel,

Torn?

'cause i heard it screaming out your name

Everyone but that voice.

Ofcourse you do, fair lady, afterall....

Her Ciel is really a danger magnet. A moment, they were just walking, and then another, they're suddenly solving a case.

"Murdered for revenge, then." He concludes. "Let's wrap this up---" He was cut off by her.

"It's not over yet, Earl." She said, staring at the corpse with an observant look.

"Are you saying I'm wrong?" Ciel didn't look offended nor insulted, infact, he looked.... interested and amused.

She ignored it. She worried that he might get offended with whatever she would say.

Oh, fucking stupid could she be?

She smiled to the eye, "Oh, not at all, my lord, by not over yet, I meant," when she opened her eyes, there was something to it. There was something that changed with her smile, her eyes. "there's someone else behind the scenes."

She shivered.

She felt chills on her spine. This was the kind of face her Ciel made when he perfectly solves a puzzle or wins their games.

Ciel raised a brow. "Oh, a third party?"

The look on his face made her want to vomit.

Ciel, why are you looking at them like that? Stop making that face, stop looking at them like that. Stop looking like that if it isn't for me. Stop looking at them. Stop... Just stopstopstopstop

But she ignored it.

i set fire to the rain

"Elizabeth, let's go."

"Elizabeth, what are you doing here?"

"Are you alright, Elizabeth?"

"Ah, this is Elizabeth, my... betrothed."

"Elizabeth, where is she?"

"Elizabeth...."

NO STOP CALLING ME THAT! IT'S LIZZY! LIZZY! WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME LIKE THAT AGAIN?!

When did it start going back to how it used to be? When did it start to fade? When did it start to fall? When did he stop loving her? When did he stat loving her?

Oh god, save my sanity..... She begged anyone above.

...I'm the only reality you have left.

and i threw us into the flames

She had tried everything. She had tried to convince him not to break their engagement, disguising it as for the sake of their family's convenience. For the sake of their reputations. For the sake of his parents. For the sake of their titles. For the sake of her sanity.

He hadn't lied to her. But he hadn't told her everything either.

He had told her he doesn't reciprocate her feelings anymore. He had told her that his desire for his goal was stronger.

He had told her every shared feelings they had were back when they were kids.

Now that, was a fucking lie. She almost smiled bitterly, she did in her head.

She had seen his tolerance of her become fondess. She had seen his frowns turn to genuine smiles. She had seen his lifeless actions turn to sincere efforts.

But then again, it had all changed when she came, didn't it?

when it fell,

Elizabeth wanted to curse her. To swear her name to every possible creature there is. She wanted to scream at her. To shout. To yell. To accuse. To beg her.

To beg them not to take away her Ciel again.

But she can't do that to her friend, can she?

She doesn't want to lose him again.

Not again, please. Not again. I just got him back. She cries.

She feels her brother begin rubbing her back. "Lizzy...."

She had done everything.

Yet why had he still sent a letter breaking off everything they had?

"Elizabeth, this is for the best."

You're cruel, Ciel.

"Lizzy, I'm sorry."

You're so fucking cruel.

something died

Something inside her snapped as she screamed and stood up, throwing everything off her desk, crying.

"Elizabeth!" Her brother exclaimed, trying to stop her.

"Milady!"

"No! Stop calling me that! Stop calling me that!" She screams again, struggling in her brother's grip.

"Lizzy! Lizzy, alright, alright, I'm sorry... I'm sorry." Her brother's voice cracked. It hurt him to see his beloved sister like this.

She cried and cried, now sitting on the floor, a hand on her forehead. Her pigtails were ruined, her face was red.

"Why? Why?!"

Edward stayed silent, sitting beside her and pulling her into his embrace and letting her vent.

"Why, brother? I had done everything. I would do anything and everything. All he needs to do is to ask. I had done everything to make him— us happy. And I would do everything all over again to make us happy. BUT WHY?!"

Edward burried her head on his shoulder, letting her cry against it. Tears were rimming his eyes, how had his sweet, jolly sister come to this? He wished he had an answer for her, but even he did not know.

He had witnessed everything his sister planned just to make her fiance smile again. He had witnessed everything she had done just to make him reciprocate her actions, her feelings.

He had witnessed how broken she was when the Phantomhive Manor burned down. He had witnessed her go back to her jolly self when Ciel had come back. He had witnessed her force herself to be optimistic despite Ciel's subtle rejections. He had witnessed her telling herself not to give up. He had witnessed her cry everynight. He had witnessed her cry herself to sleep when she's tired. And he had witnessed her come back again when she finished resting.

And no one knows how heartbroken he was when he realized his sister's rest was crying.

Everything she worked so hard for, the things she poured her whole heart and soul for, vanished in just a blink of an eye.

And now it's back to square one again. Except,

The other steps are now ashes.

'cause i knew that that was the last time

The voice in her head had faded.

Was it because she's broken her delusions now?

But the price to pay was her broken self.

"Brother, I don't know what to anymore..." She cried and cried again. But what could she do? Everything is gone now.

Everything fell into ashes.

"Please..... help me..."

He didn't want to see her burn with the remains of his cousin's old self.

Please, save my sister...

So he begs with her.

the last time

And now, she stands with everyone as they witness the becoming of the new Countess of the Phantomhive Household.

Now, she stands with so many people as she witnesses the union of the people that broke her before.

But now, she stands with her healing self, witnessing the wedding of the two people she hold dear in heart.

Now, she looks at them without breaking.

oh, oh, no

She smiles as she remembers how she reacted when she received an invitation to their wedding in France.

After the events in her room years ago, her brother took her to France as an attempt to calm her nerves.

It was hard, so hard, to not think about everything that had happened. Whenever she sees herself, or anything that remind her of herself, she remembers everything. But he had grown to love France, and had decided to stay there. It wasn't easy, but it was easier than being in London.

For several years, she had studied and had let herself heal there. She trained and trained, venting out her sadness, anger, her frustration inti the force of her sword. She let herself become someone new.

Sometimes, she thought about what she would do if she ever comes face to face with them again. Would she scream? Would she cry? Would she curse? Would she just smile?

So when she received an invitation, she didn't know what to feel.

And so it brought her comfort when she came to a realization that she didn't feel anything.

It wasn't what she really wanted. She wanted to heal and be able to feel happy for them. But it was something.

It was better than nothing.

And so she stares at them with nothing a but smile. She stares at them with a smile that has nothing.

She felt a little guilty that she couldn't feel happy for them. But she felt happy for herself.

She felt happy that she doesn't hold any bad feelings against them anymore.

She couldn't be happy for them, but she isn't mad either. And it was enough for her. Baby steps, she thinks, and smiled again.

She feels nothing as she was introduced as her maid of honor. She feels nothing even when she tells her Elizabeth was her one true friend, as she didn't have a life of an extrovert. She feels nothing when Ciel greets her. She feels nothing when both of them come to hug her. She feels nothing as she walks through to church. She feels nothing as she greets everyone with a smile that held nothing but happiness for herself.

She feels nothing as she gives her speech as the maid of honor.

And she feels happy as she only thinks of herself now. She feels happy as she lets herself feel nothing to heal. She feels happy as she only cares for herself now.

She feels happy because she gets to do what she couldn't do for herself before.

She placed ointments and medicines to her burns herself, and she wasn't going to let herself go through that painful fire anymore.

And now, she stands before everyone as Lady Knight Cordelia.

So let her feelings burn along with her old self.

let it burn

#black butler x reader #black butler #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive x reader #cielizzy #elizabeth midford #ciel phantomhive #kuroshitsuji x you #kuroshitsuji angst #ciel angst #kuroshitsuji imagines #request: imhereiguess420 #lazyalani

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wedontdeservethestars · 8 months

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Johnny x reader with a huge family

Fem or gn pls

Thank you for the prompt, anon!! This is a short n sweet little thing, with a slight side of angst since I realized Johnny's home life was probably shit halfway through writing it lol. Hope you enjoy!

Content: gn!reader, fluff, slight angst about Johnny's distance with his parents (and dad)

“Wow. It’s so quiet,” Johnny joked. The two of you had found some solace on the porch outside, for once in the whole evening being mostly alone. You could still hear your little cousins playing in the front yard and some of your older relatives laughing as they smoked in the driveway, but here you felt like you had room to breathe.

“I know,” you laughed a little. “Sorry. I know it’s…a lot.”

“Oh, please,” Johnny rolled his eyes. “This is nothing. At least no one here is constantly asking for a picture or for me to join in on some kinda celebrity-marketing-business-thingy.”

A shrill giggle came from the yard, and it was unmistakable. “Except for–”

“Yes,” he nodded rather seriously. “Except for Lizzy. I would trust her business plans with a blindfold on and my hands tied behind my back.”

You had gotten mixed reactions from everyone in your family when they saw who your partner was. Your parents and siblings had known for a little while, though you tried to keep it on the down-low that you were dating one of the richest and most famous men in Hollywood. But the reunion was something you went to every year and truly enjoyed. Your family was enormous and stressful, but you loved them and enjoyed being with them. It had been over a year since you’d gotten with Johnny, and you felt that now was the time to introduce everyone to him. Your grandparents and older relatives, for the most part, were lost on who Johnny was. Your parents were both impressed and protective of you. Your siblings were either jealous or flat-out didn’t believe you until they saw his Agera pull up in the driveway.

Your cousins who were old enough to recognize Johnny were equally starstruck, but one in particular, the barely-teenaged Lizzy, had hardly left you two alone from the moment you arrived at your parents’ house. Between excited gasps and nervous giggles and lots of hair-twirling, she’d spent the evening desperately trying to rope Johnny into starring in her various movie ideas. Johnny played along stoically, even removing his sunglasses to listen and nod as she detailed plots about superhero dogs and haunted pillows and a hamster who was running for president. By the end of the night, you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d managed to snag his number so they could continue discussing his potential roles and payment later in the coming weeks.

“Can you blame her?” you asked with a chuckle. “Imagine if when you were little your cousin was dating, like, Harrison Ford, or something.”

“Hey, I’m not blaming anyone! That kid’s going places. She’s just trying to invest early.” Johnny turned and you his profile caught in the golden glow of a summer sunset. It struck you, not for the first time in the past few minutes, how pretty he was. You especially loved the sparkle in his eyes and the curve of his nose in this light.

“She’s a smart one,” you agreed, half-paying attention.

Johnny took a long sip of his drink as he leaned on the railing of your porch, humming softly to himself. You took a moment to scan the surrounding area of your childhood home. It felt strange to be back here with him. It was like two worlds colliding, and while it wasn’t unpleasant to share your family and homelife with him, it felt odd. Almost like a dream state.

“So, are you liking all this? I know it’s not exactly what you’re used to…”

“Like it?” He seemed surprised. “Oh, man. I love it.”

“Really?” You couldn’t help a childishly excited tone from entering your voice. He smiled at this, his dimples creasing as he did so.

“Sure! It’s, uh…rustic.” His brow furrowed for a second. “Well, no. That’s not the right word. It’s…”

Your face fell a little as he sighed. His own smile was fading.

“I didn’t really…have this growing up. Y’know? My dad, he was never big on his own family. So I never really saw my grandparents, or my aunts or uncles or anything. My mom didn’t have a big connection with hers either. I don’t think my dad helped that. So a lot of the time it was just us three. And…God. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bring the mood down. I’m just tryin’ to say that this is all really, really nice.”

“Oh,” you said softly. “Well, y’know, everyone here…they’re all your family too, now. You know that, right?”

“I guess that’s true.” He brightened. “Yeah. Family.”

“You’re one of us now.” You grinned and leaned against him. “And even if you are some big-shot A-list movie star, they’ll love you as long as I do.”

“Sooo, like, another three months?” he teased, calculating on his fingers. You giggled.

“Count your days, Cage.” You watched as a group of kids chased each other around the yard and neared the porch, clamoring about rules and squealing with laughs. Among them, Lizzy played, stopping only for a moment to gaze at both of you (Johnny more-so). “Although, if the way things have been going tonight are indicative of anything, you might have a rebound date in your future…”

“Oh, she can find a better Prince Charming, I’m sure,” Johnny chuckled. He waved to her, and Lizzy looked like she might just implode. Her big eyes grew bigger and bigger and she remained still as a statue until her little sister bumped into her, and then, after only one more glance over her shoulder, she was right back in the game.

“Ooh, Prince Charming.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I like that.”

“Well, it fits. I treat you like royalty for a reason.” He pulled your face into his hand and kissed you fully, trailing his thumb along your jaw. When you pulled away, you had a permanent smile painted on your lips.

“Pretty,” he murmured. He had a similar look on his face.

“Look in a mirror,” you shot back kindly.

“A magic mirror?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes.

“C’mon. I think dinner’s almost ready.” Tugging his hand, you started towards the door inside.

“Ooh, I can’t wait to try your mom’s food. That kitchen smelled so damn good earlier…”

“You’re gonna love it.” You gave him a backwards glance. “Seriously, if that doesn’t lure you into this family, then nothing will.”

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queenshelby · 1 year

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Forbidden Desire (Part Six)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest (at this stage accidental), Age Gap, PTSD, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm, Fluff, Smut

Words: 1,456

You heard a few more footsteps until the door was ripped wide open and you saw her. You looked her straight into the eyes which were filled with anger and you were barely quick enough to cover your naked body with the large white cotton that made up Tommy’s bed sheets.

“What is she doing here?” the brunette asked, causing Tommy to sit up and pull up his suit pants which, by this point, he had already gotten rid of simple for the sake of comfort.

“Lizzie, let’s talk downstairs, eh” he then said without bothering to put on any other clothing. He approached her as he spoke, but she pulled away from him and spat with anger.

“I cannot believe that you are fucking this whore” she cursed and Tommy immediately lifted his index finger, cautioning her.

“Lizzie, shut up and calm down” Tommy spat before pulling Lizzie into the hallway and shutting the door behind him.

“You don’t tell me to shut up Thomas! I am carrying your child and you need to show some fucking respect” Lizzie argued as, slowly, but surely, she followed him downstairs and into his office.

“I will show you some fucking respect when you learn how to respect my guests. Y/N is one of them and I expect you to behave accordingly, eh’ Tommy told her angrily while, on the way to his office, lightening himself a cigarette which he retrieved from the pocket in his pants.

“Now tell me Lizzie, what’s wrong? Why are you here?” he then asked as, finally, they both reached his office. He took a seat while Lizzie stood in front of him with her arms crossed in protest.

“This woman you brought into your bedroom is a thief. She stole from the safe at the gambling den last night” Lizzie said rather angrily, causing Tommy’s eyebrows to furrow.

“How much is missing?” he asked, although he did not really appear to be concerned.

“A lot. About 10,000 pounds. Linda did two counts and we are exactly 10,000 pounds short and I am telling you that it was her. It must have been her” Lizzie tried to allege but, of course, Tommy had your back and chuckled.

“It couldn’t have been her Lizzie. She was with the night before, at the library” Tommy explained with a sense of calm in his voice and this frustrated Lizzie even more.

“At the library? She can’t even fucking read Tommy” Lizzie spat and Tommy answered her calmly again.

“I am teaching her” he explained and this surprised Lizzie. He really seemed to be making an effort with you and she did not understand why.

“You disgust me” Lizzie said before asking him whether he was in love with you.

“Perhaps I am” Tommy told her calmly again and, when she queried what this meant for her and her baby, Tommy began to think about it. It was not really something he had put his mind to just yet but he knew that, sometime soon, he had to make a decision and Lizzie reminded him of exactly that.

“You are in the run to become a Labour MP and I am not going to keep quiet about the baby being yours. Just keep that in mind when you fuck her” Lizzie threatened him and, as if the threat didn’t mean anything to him, he changed the topic. He knew that, ideally, he should be marrying her. It would be the right thing to do and increase his chances during the election. But, even for Tommy, marriage was something reserved for people who were in love and he was certainly not in love with Lizzie. He was in love with you.

***

After twenty minutes of talking to Lizzie about you and the stolen money and a couple of phone calls to Michael and Arthur, Tommy returned to his bedroom and saw that you had gone.

“The lady has left sir. But she did leave a rather cryptic note” Frances said as she noticed from the hallway that Tommy was looking for you.

“A note?” Tommy asked surprised and, when Frances handed it to him, he smiled.

“Gone Home. See you. Love, Y/N” was all it said and, considering that, until most recently, you could not even write out your own name, he was rather impressed by your efforts.

At home, however, you were met by a surprise and when you noticed some light shining through your apartment’s window, you pulled out the gun from your handbag which Tommy had given last night simply as a precaution.

Of course, you lacked experience when it came to shooting a gun but carrying and pointing one was often intimidating enough for any intruder to disappear. Thus, you opened the door to your unit just like this, with the gun in your hand, pointing inwards and into the direction of your living room.

“Who is it and what are you doing in my apartment?” you called out and, when you heard a familiar voice greeting you, you quickly lowered your weapon.

“Mother? Jesus! What are you doing here?” you asked as you put your gun away but your mother was furious already.

“What are you doing with a gun?” she yelled at you and, when you explained to her that you were carrying it simply as a precaution, she began to lecture you until you finally interrupted her.

“Can you please tell me why you are here?” you asked her again and she sighed before sitting back down at the kitchen table to sip on her cup of tea.

“I am here to check on you because I received this from a local member of the police. His name is Constable Moss” she told you before handing you letter which informed her that her husband had been found dead. Since he had been missing for a while, his death alone did not really surprise her, but the fact that he was shot was something that came as concern for her.

“You did this, didn’t you?” she then immediately alleged, seeing that you were carrying a gun and when you did not answer her right away, she began to yell again. “Answer me!” she demanded, which is when you smiled and shook your head.

“I didn’t do jack shit mother” you then said but she didn’t believe you.

“You killed him” she thus alleged again and, again, you shook your head.

“No, I didn’t. But I am glad that he is dead now. He deserved it and I am thankful to whomever was kind enough to pull the trigger” you then said and, for some reason, she was even more concerned about him having been shot now than before, when she assumed that it was you who had killed him.

“What is wrong with you child? Who did you get yourself involved with?” she asked, panicking, while roaming through the papers and letters scattered across your kitchen table/

“I got myself involved with people who can actually stand up for themselves” was all that you said until, suddenly, your mother picked up your latest pay cheque.

“Shelby Company Limited” she read out loud before giving you yet another lecture.

“I told you to stay away from the factories around here” she told you harshly but you did not want to hear it. You had enough of her trying to protect you after she failed to protect you from the monster who was your stepfather.

“I am not working at the factories, mother. I am working for Thomas Shelby. He has offices in town” you explained to her nonetheless in order to relief her from her concerns but, unbeknownst to you, telling her that you were working for this man himself made her worry even more.

“You must resign immediately” she told you and, when she spoke, it almost sounded like she was giving you an order.

“No” was your response. “I enjoy working for him and won’t be resigning” you explained.

“I beg you Y/N, just listen to me this one time. Resign and come back to Camden Town with me” she then begged you almost desperately but, again, you shook your head.

“No. I am done with this life. I like it here. Now please leave” you told her sternly, but she would not relent. This was too important to her and you did not quite know why.

“I am staying here for a few days Y/N. This is my apartment too. I will be departing Sunday afternoon” she then told you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Fine. You should have the bed then as I have things to do” you told her before grabbing hold of your bag again with the intention to leave.

“Where are you going?” she asked but you did not answer her.

“I won’t be gone for long” was all you said before closing the door behind you.

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pollymorgan · 2 months

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Ex-Husband Negan Part 11

It was naturally impossible to keep the renewed relationship with my ex-husband a secret from our daughters. How could I? After all, we're talking about Negan, whom I had once again gotten involved with.

At some point, he showed up at our doorstep to surprise us. And it was with a trip to Mexico for the four of us. I had no idea where he got the money from again. But our girls were thrilled, and I knew we would never be able to hide our relationship for 10 days. So I was honest with them and hoped that this time it would really work, even though I was more than skeptical myself.

The hotel was stunning, a beautiful property with a huge spa area, and even the flight there was incredible fun. There's just nothing better than watching Negan make our daughters laugh. So I decided not to be a party pooper anymore and just enjoy this vacation with my family.

The first two days were spent soaking up the sun, enjoying the pool and the beach, and eating delicious food. Everything was perfect, and life felt so easy after everything that had happened in the past few weeks. The breakup with my ex-partner, the dispute over our shared house, the terrible atmosphere at work because Steve and I are colleagues on top of everything else, and finally the self-doubt I had for getting involved with Negan again. I often wondered, shouldn't I know better by now? But right now, those thoughts and worries were blown away, and it did wonders for my soul.

On the third day of our vacation, Negan wanted to go diving with Lizzie and Gracie. The mere thought of being dependent on a small oxygen device underwater terrified me. So I decided to stay at the hotel and treat myself to a day of wellness. My family tried to convince me to at least come along. After all, the trip was planned for the whole day, and they wanted me to overcome my fears. But all their coaxing didn't help. I was determined that nobody could get me to put my head underwater.

So I bid farewell to the three in the morning when they were picked up in front of the hotel, feeling a bit uneasy. But I knew Negan would take good care of our girls. He always had, without fail.

I made full use of all the spa offerings at the hotel throughout the day: massages, pedicures, manicures, facials... the whole shebang. It felt heavenly. When I got ready for dinner in the evening, I felt completely comfortable in my skin. I slipped into a short blue dress with white stripes, one shoulder bare. I styled my long dark hair slightly wavy, even though I knew it was probably futile due to the humidity and they would probably not look the same after five minutes.

After dinner, I decided to sit in the beach bar for a while and end my "me-day" there until my family returned.

I sat directly at the bar on a stool because I didn't want to occupy a whole table by myself. As I took a sip of my admittedly strong Caipirinha, I was glad I had eaten well beforehand. Otherwise, the drink would probably have gone to my head even faster than it already had. I took out my phone from my bag to sort through some vacation photos. I felt like I had already taken 1000 photos in the first two days. So I edited, deleted, and moved the pictures on my screen while enjoying my cocktail, lost in thought. When I came across a candid shot, I swiped as quickly as I could. Still, I glanced around quickly to see if anyone had just looked at my phone. Luckily, no one did, but my cheeks still heated up even more, from the alcohol and the heat.

Negan had taken a photo of me last night, giving him a blowjob. And I was so sure he had deleted it again. This guy! What was he thinking? After all, it was not unlikely that our daughters would also look at the pictures. Still, I couldn't help but smile.

Next to me at the bar sat a very elegantly dressed couple around my age. They caught my eye from the start, just like probably everyone else. Their light-colored clothes were perfectly coordinated and looked like they were from a fashion magazine. It wasn't over the top, just elegant and stylish. At some point, the lady left her place, and I looked up in surprise when I noticed the man moved a stool over after a few minutes and now sat next to me.

When I looked at him, his bright blue eyes met mine directly, surrounded by small laugh lines on his tanned skin. He raised his glass and toasted me. What a damn jerk! His wife had just left, and he was already flirting with the next person, and I thought, only one could be so bold...

So I tried to ignore him and focus back on my phone.

"So grumpy in such a beautiful place?" he suddenly asked, his voice sounding like that of an audiobook narrator. Was he actually one? An audiobook narrator? It somehow seemed fitting, but what do audiobook narrators typically look like? You don't see them often... Stop, why was I even thinking about this random stranger, about whom I knew nothing, except that his eyes resembled the ocean and he seemed like quite the jerk...

As a light breeze passed by, I caught a whiff of a woody, exotic scent of patchouli. The man not only had a great sense of style but also knew his perfumes.

"If the drinks weren't all-inclusive, I would have liked to invite you for one. Maybe..." I quickly interrupted him, "Sorry, I think you should find someone else or go back to your wife..."

He looked completely baffled. "My wife? I don't understand... Oh, you mean my sister Claire?! Who was just sitting here..."

I shook my head in annoyance. Sister? What a bold lie. Had Negan ever pulled something like that too? Passing me off as his sister...? The thought didn't seem too far-fetched.

The man beside me immediately sensed that I didn't believe him. "Claire and I are twins. We're here in Mexico because her daughter is getting married... My wife, well I mean... I've been a widower for almost a year. That's probably why my flirting skills are so rusty. Please excuse me!"

I saw his clear eyes slightly mist up in an instant. Oh man, how insensitive had I been? Had Negan's behavior already damaged me to the point where I saw the worst in every man? Feeling embarrassed, I turned to the stranger and apologized meekly. But luckily, the man didn't seem to hold it against me and grinned at me. I noticed how he subtly scanned me from head to toe in seconds. He did it skillfully, but I didn't miss it. However, it wasn't uncomfortable, on the contrary, it even boosted my ego a bit.

He introduced himself as Jacob, and after ordering another drink, we decided to take a seat at one of the tables to have a better conversation. What did I hope to gain from this? Nothing! Honestly, I hadn't thought about it. He just seemed like an interesting, open person, and I wanted to know more about him. After he had shared a bit about himself, without sounding arrogant, he asked me if I was here alone. I don't know why I hesitated for a moment before answering, but then I said, "No, here with my family..."

His face momentarily hardened, but then he smiled again, albeit not as naturally as before. "So, married...?" he inquired, leaning back in his chair to create more distance between us.

I looked at him thoughtfully and truthfully replied, "Well, it's complicated..."

He nodded as if he understood what I was trying to convey, even though I didn't quite get it myself. "Kids?" he asked instead.

"Two wonderful daughters and you?“ I grinned.

"A not always so wonderful son..." he laughed honestly and told me about some escapades of his offspring, which were all more or less harmless but damn funny.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder that grabbed me somewhat roughly. Startled, I looked up and met Negan's dark eyes, which were glaring at me.

I felt caught, but caught at what exactly? After all, I was just having a conversation. Still, I automatically held my breath.

"Wow, looks like you're having a lot of fun... What's so funny here, my love? I want to laugh too..." he said, and his voice sounded even deeper than usual, sending a slight shiver down my body.

Jacob tried to say something to defuse the situation, but Negan immediately cut him off. "I'm talking to my wife, not with a George Clooney Double for the visually impaired..."

"Negan!" I scolded him sternly, although I had little hope that it would do any good.

Unfazed, he took a seat at the empty chair at our table, and I knew this whole situation was not going to end well...

I have a question. In what situations or flashbacks would you still like to see the two of them? Please give me some inspirations. Thank you for your feedback!🥰🤗

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zablife · 1 year

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Tachipen (Part 6)

Part 5

Tommy x female reader

Summary: John reacts to the news of his betrothal and Y/n finally learns of his true feelings. Seeds of a rivalry are planted between the two brothers. In 1924, the jealous actions of their past come back to haunt them as the vendetta begins.

Author’s Note: Tommy meets y/n in 1919 and the story goes thru present time which is the year of the vendetta, 1925. I'm borrowing some events from canon S3 & S4 with a few changes and condensed storyline.

Warnings: language, violence, arranged marriage, mention of arson, kidnapping

1919

"You've done what?" John asked, blue eyes narrowing in the dim light of the parlor. Tommy only nodded in confirmation and John looked away in disbelief. "Christ, Tommy!" he exclaimed.

"It's the only way forward, John. You can end this war," Tommy stated, eyes darting to John's clenched fists. The anger beneath the surface was threatening to spill over as it always did when he was being told what to do. His younger brother abhorred his sense of authority.

"A war you fucking started when you brought Y/n here!" John shouted, the toothpick in his mouth wobbling precariously. Then he stopped short, staring ahead as he remembered your offer to talk to your aunt. "Is this why she took you to see Zilpha?" he asked, voice now eerily calm.

Tommy swallowed thickly, recognizing a look of hurt wash over his brother's face. It might have been a shift of smoke from the fireplace, but he swore he saw John's eyes turn glossy as he awaited an answer. "Tommy?" John insisted.

Tommy let out a frustrated sigh in response. "You didn’t ask for Y/n to come live with you. What's the difference if it’s another girl now?” he reasoned.

John clenched his jaw as he turned his gaze toward his brother. "You have no idea what I want because you never ask. Did you ever think I might care for Y/n?"

"So much you were fucking Lizzie last week?" Tommy retorted.

John lunged toward Tommy and Tommy grabbed him by the shirt front, slamming him against the wall.

On the other side, you jumped at the sound of the commotion, one hand coming to rest over your heart. The voices of the two warring brothers carried through the thin walls loud enough for you to hear in the kitchen and you stopped to listen despite your better judgment.

"What the fuck are you doing, eh? Do you love Y/n?" Tommy asked, searching his brother’s face for the truth as John pushed against him.

John gulped, fight leaving his body under Tommy's firm grasp. "I've loved her since she arrived, but Pol said to let her alone," he confessed, hanging his head when Tommy’s hand fell away from his throat.

Tommy stepped back, tugging his shirt sleeves back into place as John staggered along the wall to stay upright. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tommy sighed with exhaustion, knowing there could be no other outcome once a pact had been made.

He opened his eyes to find John leaning over the sofa, plucking one of your discarded hair ribbons from the cushion and clutching it in his hands so tightly his knuckles began turning white. He stared at Tommy with the desperation of a man who still held out hope, despite already knowing the verdict.

“Doesn’t matter now, it’s done. The Lees will hold us to it or there will be bloodshed,” Tommy warned as he approached his brother cautiously.

"It's what the Lees want or you, Tommy?" John asked, as he caught his brother gazing at your black, velvet ribbon.

"It's what Y/n wants. She made the deal with Zilpha, not me," he confessed in a low voice.

"She did?" John asked with a loud sniff, hand brushing his nose harshly as he tried to keep emotion at bay.

Tommy confirmed with a nod.

John pitched forward, allowing his head to hang low and breathed deeply, the thought of your rejection stinging far worse than Tommy's betrayal ever could. After a few moments, he stood to his full height and addressing his older brother in the same flat tone he used during the war, he repeated back the orders given to him like a good soldier. "I'll marry Esme Lee."

"Good," Tommy agreed.

You held your breath as you listened to John leave the house, the door crashing against the frame forcefully as he went. A single tear slid down your cheek as you whispered, "I'm sorry, John. I love you too."

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On the morning of John’s wedding, you helped the children dress and you took special care with Katie, braiding her hair and intertwining wildflowers you’d picked together as an added adornment.

“All finished,” you proclaimed, attempting an encouraging smile as you turned her to face you. There hadn’t been many words exchanged, a tinge of sadness around the edges of the day where happiness ought to have been.

As you held her small shoulders, you felt an almost imperceptible shake, then you noticed her lashes dampen with tears threatening to overspill her deep blue eyes.

“Why do you have to go?” she questioned, a few tears escaping as she furrowed her brow in a mixture of confusion and anger as if she might force you to stay by her will power alone.

“It’s time,” you answered simply, reaching up to dry her damp cheeks gently with your fingertips.

“Because you and dad have been fighting?” she asked, looking up at you with sorrowful eyes.

"Oh, Katie...," you exclaimed, inhaling sharply, knowing she had probably overheard more than she should have in recent days as you and John sniped at one another under the stress of making new arrangements and the dreadful ache of emotion left unspoken.

“Your father is remarrying so I have to go live with Aunt Polly and help your Uncle Tommy in the betting shop,” you began, but you knew she was a clever girl who would need a bit more than that. “But you’re right, we haven't been getting on as well as we should. Things will be better with your new mum. You'll be happy, you'll see,” you promised her, reaching out to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. As an afterthought you added quietly, “I hope your dad will too.”

She threw her arms around you, hugging you tightly as though she’d never let go and you patted her back comfortingly. “I’ll be mad at him if you want me to,” she offered between sniffles, voice muffled by the thick material of your dress.

You laughed silently at her act of solidarity before answering, “I’m not mad anymore, just a bit sad like you, but I’ll be alright. Come on, we have to go or we’ll miss the ceremony.”

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The deafening crack of fireworks exploding overhead woke Henry who had been peacefully sleeping in your arms since the dancing began. Blinking in confusion and rubbing his eyes with chubby fists, the toddler immediately burst into sobs. You tried to quiet him with gentle rocking and his favorite lullaby, but nothing seemed to help.

No one paid much attention as the party was well under way and most everyone was too drunk to care about a crying babe. You scanned the crowd for Polly, hoping she would be ready to leave, but you couldn’t find her as you dodged whirling skirts and men shooting celebratory gunfire up to the sky.

Pressing your hands to Henry's ears, you sought peace and quiet away from everyone just as a soft voice called out to you. “Would you like me to take him?” You turned to find John’s new bride with her arms outstretched toward you and you nodded hesitantly. Feeling as though you couldn’t deny her, you passed the child to his new stepmother and much to your astonishment, he stopped crying long enough to capture her veil between his fingers, rubbing it against his cheek as she giggled.

“Looks like John, don’t he?” she remarked, stroking Henry’s blonde curls. You nodded again, unsure what you should say to her. Did she know who you were? It seemed foolish to explain now if she didn’t.

Before you could say anything more, Tommy strode toward you from the dark shadows between vardos, eyes fixed on you determinedly as though he’d been searching you out for some time. “Y/n, may I have a word?” he asked.

Seeing Henry babbling away happily to Esme, you crossed to join Tommy by a large bonfire.

“Enjoying the festivities?” he asked, fishing his cigarettes from his pocket.

“I was thinking of leaving actually,” you said, pulling your arms into your body as you realized how chilly the night air had become.

Noticing your shivering form, Tommy removed his jacket and placed it around your shoulders. As he came close, you breathed in the scent of tobacco and whisky, so like John, but with a tinge of something earthier as though he’d just come from the pasture. It was oddly comforting and you focused on the scent to calm yourself, feeling a rush of emotion return to you as you watched John approach his new bride and place his arm around her with Henry squealing in delight between them.

“I know why you proposed that particular strategy with your aunt,” Tommy said, interrupting your thoughts. He looked down at his cigarette before daring to find your eyes in the glow of the firelight.

You swallowed harshly thinking about where your fit of temper had landed you, watching the man you loved speak his vows to someone else. “Maybe it wasn’t the right thing,” you mused, your whispered regret carried away on the wind to Tommy’s ears like the closely guarded secret it was.

He shook his head softly, “No, this was meant to be.”

Your turned to look at Tommy with trembling lower lip, but no words would come out.

He stepped closer to you, rubbing his large palms up and down your arms soothingly. “Hey, look at me,” he instructed and your heart skipped a beat as you found the courage to look into the hypnotizing blue of his eyes, like a tide drawing you inward. “You did what was best for the family. I know you were angry at the time, but what you did took courage and sacrifice. I won’t forget that.”

“And John? Will he forgive me?” you asked, blinking back tears.

“He’s gained a good wife in Esme. I’ve no doubt he’ll thank you for it in time,” Tommy said, reassuringly. It seemed as though he wanted to add something, but stopped himself and you stood together for a moment in awkward silence before he dropped his hands to his sides and shoved them back into his pockets.

You dried your eyes and shifted the coat around your shoulders as Tommy led you to his car, offering a ride home. He said he didn’t want his newest employee wandering the streets of Birmingham alone in the early morning hours, but you had to wonder. His protection over you seemed like more than a formality.

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1924, The Grace Shelby Institute

"You alright?" you asked as Tommy guided you toward the room where tea and cake were being served after his speech.

"I fucking hate speeches," he muttered as you passed a group of ladies associated with his charity. "Grace was better at this sort of thing," he mused.

You nodded in understanding as he fidgeted with his tie nervously. You pressed a hand to his shoulder, stopping him before he entered the room. "Let me," you offered, shifting Charlie to your opposite hip and reaching up to straighten the silk knot to your satisfaction.

Tommy grasped your hand in his, searching your eyes for a moment before admitting, "I'm sorry about the other night. It won't happen again."

Feeling a heat rise in your cheeks, you bit your lip unsure of how to respond. His advances hadn't been unwelcome, but you wondered if it was merely the grief causing him to act.

"Don't be sorry," you said with a small shake of your head. Just then the door swung open and your eyes locked onto Linda, standing in the corner and surveying everyone with a judgmental stare. "It's just...what would your family say?" you asked, hesitantly.

Grasping your chin and turning you to look at him, Tommy stressed, "We haven't done anything wrong, eh?"

You nodded, wishing you could agree with his sentiment, but you knew no one would ever believe that. "Maybe it's too soon though," you suggested with soft eyes, hoping he would trust you in this.

Tommy studied you for a moment, unsure if you were in need of more reassurance or distance. There had always been a fine line in your relationship, your agreement with one another shifting over the years until he could no longer think of the right word to describe exactly what you were to him.

Rushing toward you with a giant smile on her face, Ada triumphantly proclaimed, "Tommy, there's a woman who wants to discuss a two hundred pound donation with you."

"Go ahead, I'll entertain Charlie," you assured him.

However, the task grew more difficult as the afternoon wore on. The child was growing more restless by the minute as ladies gathered to coo at him and pinch his cheeks adoringly, taking turns to express their condolences or offer praise for Tommy's parenting.

When it was clear that Charlie needed a nap, you excused yourself and weaved through the dense crowd in search of Finn who was supposed to drive you home. Struggling to hold an ill-tempered Charlie, you suffered his kicks and jabs as he refused to be contained within your embrace. Finally, he pushed against you with the strength of ten children, suddenly sliding down your body and hurrying off on chubby little legs before you could grasp him. He toddled away precariously in between people’s legs as you rushed after him, calling his name.

“Charlie, come back!” you cried, but he only squealed excitedly at your game of chase and ran faster. With no other family members in sight, you hurried after him on your own, wishing you'd chosen more sensible shoes.

As you rounded the corner toward the empty offices, you heard his tiny shoes squeaking against the polished floor and heard his giggles as a door opened suddenly. Perhaps he was finding a place to hide to try and continue this little game, you thought, but that particular activity would have to wait. You were determined to get him home.

“Please, Charlie!” you called a bit more softly, hoping he would peek his head out and come running back to you upon hearing your distress.

“Sound so sweet when you beg,” a low voice rumbled behind you. The imposing figure removed his fedora and you gasped when you recognized one of Angel’s men, Enzo, looking down at you in amusement.

Your heel wobbled under you as you tried to back away from him and you stumbled in your hurried attempted to regain balance. “What do you want? Did Angel send you?“ you gulped, trying and failing to conceal your fear.

Your reply only infuriated the man. He captured your arms in a painfully tight grip, pulling you into his large frame, before leaning down to hiss in your ear, “Angel’s dead, you fucking puttana. You ought to know, you started all of this.”

You felt your mouth go dry and your hands began to shake as you thought back to the night John set Angel's restaurant ablaze. There had been no peace with the Italians since, only an escalation of violence. In the wake of Grace's death you should have known the Shelbys would retaliate and now, according to the tradition of the vendetta, they would pay dearly in return. It was in this moment that you remembered Charlie and prayed he was hiding himself well as Enzo slowly dragged you toward the exit.

To your horror the empty hallway soon filled with the sounds of a screaming child and the sight of a second man holding Charlie’s wriggling body in his arms.

You thrashed wildly against Enzo to reach the boy as you pleaded, “Take me and let him go. Please, he’s just a child. Don’t hurt him!”

Unwilling to hear any more, Enzo silenced you by placing his large hand over your mouth and nose. You continued to struggle until you could no longer breathe, the room spinning around you and black spots dancing across your vision before you gave into the darkness.

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bugstung · 2 years

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(Pretty much) All my headcanons and symbolisms for my EmpiresSMP designs!

With some further detailling about some stuff under read more

Season 1

Pixl: Watchers are not some big bad evil Gods, but astral spirits watching over the worlds. As they See everything, they are often linked to the Vigil (as well as people given the gift of prophecy)

The life symbol was added after his alliance with Joey

Joel: A terracotta statue given life from the Mother Tree, he's flesh and bones (because magic), but him (and all the Mezalea habitants) returned to their statue form when Joel died of grief.

He does have other clothes to work in, but you're practically never going to see him in those.

Some other Mezalea headcanons

Jimmy: Most witches come from the swamp, and he's one of them. They specialize in potions and talismans.

Hair are important to codfolks, the act of brushing or braiding them are used in certain spells, thus why most codfolks don't have short hair.

His appearance is also more wild looking than before because of his slow transformation into a God.

The Cod Alliance gifted each other jewelries to remind and protect each others.

(Pixl and Joel's jewelries are under their clothes as necklaces)

Wizards vs Witches

Coldfolk culture and more

Some more codfolk thoughts

After killing a certain amount of salmons, codfolks get a tattoo of dead salmons somewhere on their body.

Pearl: Similarly to Mythland, they see physical activities and fights as important (mostly for work but also protect themselves from ennemies).

I. don't have anything from Shrub I'm sorry I didn't watch her and I don't know her lore very well

Gem: Gem and fWhip grew up together to be wizards in the Crystal Cliffs, pressured to be perfect by their elders. Gem turned out to be naturally talented at magic, so everything rested on her shoulders.

She still keeps a lot of her strict education, but tries to make a change in the stressful wizard society.

She has a ring to represent the WRA (and another for magic channeling), and lots of scars from magic experiments.

Hair and the Geminitays

Wizards vs Witches (again, but it's important for Gem and fWhip lore)

fWhip: As said in the posted linked above, fWhip failed the wizard exams (he doesn't have any magical powers) and ran away in the newly founded Grimlands. His ingenuousness made him Count of the Grimlands. The Grimlands do not do magic. They mix science, engineering and alchemy instead. Symbols similar to sigils (or those of alchemy) are often seen engraved in their creations.

The deepslate corruption gave him wings, but they were not strong enough to fly so he has prosthetics to help him fly

He's actually quite clumsy, and ended up with lots of scars, and a missing hand:

Joey: (clearer design of his crown, made to ressemble the pharmacy snake thingie)

He bleaches his own hair.

He bleeds gold, and his scars are golden as well from his over use of Totems of Undying

Him being an avian allowed him a easy access to the Lost Empire. He wears the Ocelot print to look a bit more like its habitants.

Also his spit has healing properties.

Sausage: Mythland and Magic

Blood sheeps are sacred, but also feared, thus the fur to protect the citizens a bit from them.

Sausage lost his eyes when sparring with fWhip when younger. fWhip made him the eye prosthesis, and Gem enchanted it. May or may not have become corrupted in the whole Xornoth thing so they did another one for him.

Scott: I surprisingly do not have much for him. His cape can turn into wings. He stopped being able to do that when his ice powers showed up because they froze.

Very strict haircut, elves must be tidy and proper all the time.

Lizzie: She adapted rather well to her transformation, mostly changed her clothes for better swimming. Joel jokingly made her a bracelet to replace her now too small ring "in case she grows again", but she wears it seriously.

S2 Joel has very similar clothes to her because of faint memories.

Katherine: Yeah I fucked and forgot to color her inking, she was supposed to look like this (I noticed too late and never bothered to correct it)

Katherine has this whole "I want to be friends with everyone" that I associate with lambs, thus her ears and hooves. She's a fae with some weird morals.

SEASON 2

I have wayyy less for season 2, especially for the empires themselves.

fWhip: Goblins are direct descendants from the Grimlands (and a few from Crystall Cliffs), that hid underground after the explosion. They kept digging and exploring the caves until they found a place to settle. The green skin, cat like paws and eyes are from them adapting to living in caves.

Food is very important to them, they eat several times a day, and often have banquets. They also kept the Grimlands technique of blacksmithing, but adapted it for gold.

Jimmy: Yeehaw he's a cowboy. Not much to say ngl, I do headcanon him as a werewolf depending on the day.

Tumble Town heard cows, but also creepers (where do you think they get that gunpowder from!!) (headcanon from @doodleshrimpsad). Also, cats are sacred there

Pixl: He's got some magical and futuristic technology making him able to see builds and events from the past.

Got some knees problems, thus the cane. It has sigils on it that he wrote himself based of books from old times (I'm thinking they're sigils from the Cod Empire and the Grimlands)

I desperatly need to think about more about Pixandria, and how tf David (or at least a newer version of it) arrived at the Ancient City.

Joel: Yeah he got top surgery and got a cool tattoo of laurels, but he also bleeds gold and his scars are golden. God don't bow to human rules anyway.

The braid come from a habit he can't doesn't remember getting. it feels important.

Lower Stratos got a lot of rituals, prayers and offering but I haven't figured those out exactly. Just know that I associate s2 Joel with Dionysus a lot so expect similar stuff /sweats/

False: I have literally no idea what's going in her empire, and even less in her lore. The hp name put me off so. Idk. Cool clocks. She got a prosthetic leg.

Sausage: I haven't gotten to his lore part of his videos so idk his backstory. But he does have a cape that ressemble parrot wings because jungle, animals yadda yadda

Scott: He was actually due a redesign that I haven't gotten to yet so.

The outfit I've drawn him in that lineup is an everyday look, while the costume is for empires meeting or exploring.

Oli: Silly bard, his hat has faling strings that reminded me of floppy bunny ears and I thought it was cute. He bleaches his hair.

Got a lot of magic in his songs, people often stops by at his Kingdom just to hear sing and dance. They're a bit hypnotic and people seem to feel better afterwards.

Katherine: That's her monster hunter clothes. She still wants to keep it cute so pink skirt it is. That would be her normal clothes (it's like reverse magical girl, her poofy dress is her everyday dress)

Shelby: I do not have much for her (again), but I can link my Wizard vs Witches post again because it has my headcanons of why witches have academies now.

After all the complicated spells, she likes to do simple fashion magic. Tying a knot or a bow is to seal a spell, so she uses them a lot to do some simple protection spells on her clothes.

Pirate Joe: He's wearing lots of stolen jewelries, some may be enchanted, some may be cursed. Who knows? Not him.

The gold earring come from that belief among pirates that having a golden earrings gives you a better eyesight ( it's from a acupuncture point, and for some, wearing gold in the proper pierced place would help your eyesight).

Katherine did that braid in his hair, and Joe (like cod folks and crystal cliffs habitants), believes that braiding someone's hair means they will fall in love with you.

Gem: I'll have to link back that link about Hair and Geminitays as it got everything I got for her. She sometimes fight with Katherine about hair and its importance. My start of headcanons kinda got crushed because she's linked to hc Gem so idk what to do with her or her kingdom anymore.

Lizzie: She's got her mask to hide her cat face, but her bow is actually a charm hiding her other cat features. The mask is just to be sure.

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call-sign-shark · 9 months

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Bird of A Feather || Peaky Blinders x OCs

A short story for the wonderful @evita-shelby inspired by her moodboard gift Bird of A Feather.

Words: less than 1k

TW: Tommy and Heaven together (this is real warning for any HYE reader😂), allusions to drugs, overdose and sex. Ethical slur because of the show. Also this is not proof read, we die like men.

Notes: Reference to this chapter of HYE.

None of this was supposed to happen.

It was what Heaven thought when she watched her own reflection in the mirror of the ridiculously expensive suite's bathroom Mr. Shelby had booked for their stay in Boston. As she reflected on her new life, her slender fingers nervously tried to untangle the long gold and diamond earring chain Tommy had gifted her prior the trip. The vortex of her raging thoughts was so wild that she didn't hear the door opening, nor the husky and charming voice that called her name. Her body suddenly jerked when she felt one strong yet warm hand resting on her shoulder — She turned around in one vivid movement, the angelic complexions of her face only relaxing when they met with familiar turquoise eyes.

"Are you ready?" Tommy asked, one of his brow slightly arched as his piercing and ice-cold iris carefully observed the white-haired woman's features.

"Almost, but I can't seem to get rid out of this damn knot."

"Let me check." Three words again, said with the same collected tone whose deep and sultry voice sent shivers down her spine. Without wasting more saliva, Tommy brought his hands to the jewel and started to untangle it. "Don't you like it?" He broke the silence, "You always wear gold, but diamonds make a delightful echo to your crystal eyes." The thought of Tommy noticing such trivial details about her still felt odd considering how profound their mutual hatred had been for years. But Lizzie taking the kids had given them a little push.

"I do." She reassured, offering him a faint smile. They were so close that she could feel the heat radiating off him, as well as the elegant fragrances of his cologne tingling her nostrils.

"So why do you look so unhappy, ay?" He finally succeed in rearranging her earring, his calloused fingers gently grazing her reddened earlobe before finding rest on one of her cold cheeks. Tenderly. Lovingly.

"I'm just a bit anxious. I always hated big gatherings, let alone when the whole crowd is made of political figures, rich heirs and nobs." The way her lips pouted and her expression turned into a childish one as she pressed her face harder against his comforting palm snatched an amused snort from him, and yet… Tommy understood — her wild soul belonged to the forest and mountains no matter the expensive jewels and finest, seductive dresses. Heaven was not cut for this hypocritical world. The gangster leaned over her dainty frame and brought his face closer until their fiery breathe mixed and their nose touched.

“Think of them as your stupid little preys, just like you did in the forest. You might be on their territory but you are the predator here, and they should be the ones quivering with fear. Not you.” He pronounced this in intoxicating whispers that manage to lull her anxiety — or maybe it was because she was focusing on how his breath had quickened now that their mouths were so close. Batting her eyelashes, the white witch slowly nodded: they would be the real menace of the whole ballroom. Tommy drowned himself in the frost desert of her eyes for a bit, his thumb slightly pulling her fleshy lower lip down, “And if it is not enough, remember that I’ll stay by your side and keep you out of sorrow.” As he concluded, his placid face split in a wide and fierce grin that showcased his teeth. A genuine Tommy Shelby’s smile, scarcer than the rarest gem.

“And I’ll keep you out of it too.” She replied, mirroring his smile but with a more moderate one.

“That’s it, Devil.” He affectionately called the petite witch before his sweet liquored lips crashed against hers, the whisky taste blinding all her other senses and making the world outside fade to black. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, surges of electricity cursing through her body as the infamous gangster deepened the embrace. Amidst the chaos they had left behind in Birmingham they stood, his free hand pressing on her lower back to pull her closer until his strong chest flattened her small breast and every of their curves fit snugly altogether. After all that separated them, Tommy had finally won: his brother’s beloved angel belonged to him and only him… Conquered and with her wings pinned, Heaven forgot how wrong it felt and gave in, her tongue shyly waltzing with her old enemy’s. With that wicked brother-in-law she wished to see dead not that long ago. When their mouth parted and Heaven tried to break the embrace to go back dolling herself up, Tommy grabbed her wrist firmly, pupils dilated with pride and lust.

“No. Kiss me again.” His husky voice ordered.

The whole party was probably the most boring one she had ever attended and to make her evening worst, Americans proved that their awful tastes also encompassed alcohol. Not the smallest bottle of red wine had been put on tables, only dry and bitter champagne they were proud to show off as if it was the pinnacle of the French culture. Heaven winced after the first sip and immediately put the glass back where she had taken it, hoping no one had notice her bad manners — she definitely wasn’t one of them, and navigating among the upper-class crowd was not as easy as Tommy made it look. Her mind started to form the words “Arthur would never…” but soon her heart tightened in her chest and she forced herself to chase away the thought of her beloved former husband. “Arthur is not here anymore.” Tommy’s voice echoed in her head. In truth, the lanky gangster had stopped being there the moment he relapsed in drug again, trading cocaine for opium. It had been too much and, loyal to her principles, Heaven left. Never ever she would have imagined that Arthur would be found months later in the Chinese quarters with a syringe in his arm, devoid of life. And while she was spitefully musing over and over again on these cursed memories, two vicious pair of eyes stared at her.

“She looks like she’s about to murder everyone here.” A bewitching feminine voice resounded, catching the attention of the tall American man standing next to her, “I like that.” Eva added, bringing the fine crystal of her glass to her blood-red lips to sip the fancy cocktail she had ordered. At her words, Jack’s mouth curled in a shark-like smile, the scar on his upper lip stretching as he did.

“And she’s hot.” He said, the couple giving each other a conspiratorial glance, “That’s what you were about to say, weren’t you, Goddess?” His manly hand discreetly slipped from her lower back to her ass, grabbing one of her cheeks firmly. Eva snort in reply, side-eying her cheeky husband before focusing her attention on the delicate but wild angel that was impatiently waiting for Tommy to come back from his smoke outside. Lost in her contemplation for a short while, the Mexican witch wondered how such a seraph-looking creature could wear a stare that cold. How could she radiate off something that… Unsettling? Anxiety-inducing? Threatening? She couldn’t even find the right word.

“Feeling sinful, Daddy?” The Mexican beauty, sublimed by an overtly expensive red dress, cooed with a sultry tone that would have turned the meanest man to a brainless drooling dog.

“With you? Always, Goddess.” He winked at her before leaning for a kiss on her temple but a few seconds later the two future presidential couple saw their new associate coming back to the ballroom and heading straight to the lonely white-haired brat, “So you were right, she’s Thomas Shelby’s sweetheart. The Gypsie bastard got himself a fucking pretty pussy.”

“A witch.” Eva corrected, her tone stricter as she pronounced the word, “And he’s rather handsome too. Both are highly fuckable.” She mused, her dark eyes never leaving the newlyweds.

“Well, let me introduce you to them then! After all, we’re in business together now.” Jack suggested, burying his nose in his wife’s long dark hair to relish on her enchanting perfume. Fuck — if they weren’t that busy he would have ruined her cunt in another room right now.

“Excellent idea, Jack. Introduce me to them.” Eva emphasizes on the word, finally looking at the tall American with the flames of sin dancing in her evil eyes. It was all it took for Jack to understand his wife’s intentions… And they were in total harmony with his. “I hope we could officialize our partnership with them in a more intimate and fun way than just a handshake.” As possessive as they were together — as possessive as the English and French mirror facing them — Eva foresaw their agreement about her perverse suggestion, but the truth was there was no need to be a clairvoyant witch for guessing right.

The four of them were all sinners.

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i don't know | shen ricky

pairing: ricky x reader

genre: angst

word count: 675

warnings: just angsty stuff from situationship ricky, lowercase intended, not proofread

prompt: 20. "what are we?"

notes: not often i post the angst i write but here i am,, projecting LMAO (sorry anon who requested this if you weren't in the mood for angst aaaa) looped what are we by lizzy mcalpine while writing this so thats fitting

"that's a damn sorry excuse and we both know it." tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you tried to keep your composure. you never handled fighting well, especially not with ricky.

you knew the risk you were taking, falling for your best friend, but you didn't think you'd end up here; not even able to look at the boy you loved, begging for a straight answer instead of beating around the bush like usual.

these last few months had been amazing. ever since you confessed you had been even more attached at the hip than usual. you had never made anything official, both wanting to ease into the new dynamic. but the nights spent next to each other, fantasizing about your futures together, it was perfect. too perfect.

the signs were there, as of lately at least. ricky had been distancing himself; not answering calls, short responses, avoiding your gaze or any conversation pertaining to the two of you. that's how you ended up here. the tension was thick in the air, an uncomfortable silence seemingly strangling you, leaving you breathless without much left to say.

"what are we?" your voice was quiet, not quite trusting it to not break and further embarrass yourself.

silence. he couldn't even give you an answer.

"is an answer too much to ask of you?"

he let out a sigh as he ran his hand through his blond locks, "i just, i don't know." his voice trailed off as his eyes scanned the room in an attempt to find anything to look at other than your red and puffy eyes that seemed to be staring into his soul.

"you don't know?" you couldn't help the way your voice raised, your emotions getting the best of you. "did none of this mean anything to you?"

you needed to know. you needed to know if the last four months were nothing but a distraction for him. if you were the only one who felt that this could actually go somewhere. you had spent your whole life trying to find the one, and you were sure you had found them in the boy you had grown close to.

the tears had broken the surface; like opening the floodgates, or a dam breaking, the waterworks just kept coming and it wouldn't stop, much like the words threatening to spill out of your mouth.

"i'll tell you what i don't know," you took a deep breath trying to control yourself to the best of your abilites. "i don't know if you thought maybe this was a waste of your time. but i didn't." you weren't even sure of what you were saying anymore. every thought on your mind was pushing past your lips without a second thought or a chance to filter the words. "i wanted this. i wanted you. i still do."

by now you were full on sobbing, choosing to let your words die in your throat in the chance of wasting your breath babbling incoherent words. it also gave ricky the chance to collect his thoughts and finally say something.

"i'm sorry." he breathed out, taking a few steps closer to you. "i should've said something sooner, rather than dragging this out. i know that." he had somehow made his way to the space in front of you, too close for your brain to work properly. "i'm just not ready, yet."

you let out a shaky breath as you processed his words, "do you think you ever will be?" you didn't mean to come across as snarky as you did, but the throbbing pain in your head mixed with the stinging remaining in your eyes made your fuse a little smaller than usual.

"i don't know."

there it was again, another thing he didn't know. but you couldn't expect him to. you were both new to this, and maybe he just needed time. you were willing to wait though, even if it killed you, because these last four months were something you were convinced you needed to experience again.

#zerobaseone #zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #ricky imagines

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emmatgc · 9 months

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Tommy's Secret

Thomas Michael Shelby

A War hero.

He used to smile, a lot.

He likes to work with horses.

He fell in love with Greta.

He watched her die.

He got PTSD.

He never came back from the war.

Nobody did.

He became the lead gangster boss.

A cold blooded killer.

A charming racketeer.

A Manwhore.

He loves his family but decides for them, too.

Controlling, manipulative , egoistical and highly ambitious.

He is the "robinhood" mobster kind.

He is their bad guy.

He demands loyalty from everybody

but not himself.

He is too wounded. Too damaged.

But kept on going for the family

Just waiting till somebody finally ends him.

But nobody did. Fate has other plans.

Much crueler than death.

Fate decided, Tommy should live again.

Lived he did through a woman named, Grace.

A copper came to town with a mission.

An agent of the crown.

An undercover spy in silk

Full of revenge and duty

For herself and her country.

She got him at his "Hello".

Instantly smitten and besotted

So intrigued and bewildered.

Who the f*ck is she?

1st time since Greta, he fell in love again.

But this time, with a sworn enemy.

How could he?

Tommy tried to hide and denied it

He tried to play her as a jerk he was with Kimber

But he changed his mind

Confused and scared of what it all means to him

A blonde barmaid who sings.

Tommy says no a lot but he says yes to almost everything Grace.

The boy I love, she sings.

Secretly, hoping he is that boy up in the gallery.

Little by little, he researched on her

Slowly but surely, he cant help but think about her

Why is she here?

Ref flags not green flags

Is Tommy that stupid?

He answers for her even if he was the one who asks those questions

There were doubts but it remained as is

He was already blinded, falling hard

Like a choo choo train, it cant be stopped.

He was nearly killed but she saved him, twice.

One at the bar and the other, at her apartment.

They have seen each other.

Flawed, imperfect and the same.

She was a snitch alright, but she, too changed her mind.

She tried to cut and sew the loose ends

But Campbell was a bigger jerk.

Tommy as smart as he was was blinded by love.

Ask Polly, she knows.

Grace packed her bags

But he needed to see her.

He wasn't angry. He got betrayed but he still wants to see her alright.

She confessed again and he tossed a coin and chose to walk away.

He needed a reason to stay.

He chose his family.

He doesn't deserve her, he knows

She was his soldiers minute but

He continued being Tommy.

Two years past and he hasn't moved on from her.

Again, ask Polly, for she knows.

Too wounded. Too hurt.

Too proud to return any letters or write them back

Yet never once said he said to stop.

Slept with May, Lizzie and others

but in the instant she is back in their homeland

He called and got jealous of the man at the other line.

See, Tommy's secret is not his business nor his family.

It was and will always be Grace.

Grace's secret is Tommy's secret.

Like his favorite horse he caress and loves dearly, it is a homage to her.

He is keeping her secrets

Nobody dares should ask for he wont tell.

He doesn't tell people things, he tells her

In short, he is protecting her all this time.

Grace came back.

A second chance was given.

They had a reunion.

One that showed his vulnerability and unconditional love.

By all means, he should be angry at her.

She is now married.

But it was him who let her go.

He hated her ring but at the same time

brought her to Charlie Chaplin to impress her.

It did more than that.

He became the father to her child just as he thought he would from the 1st night they made love.

A future full of promises, change and redemption.

Finally, he admits defeat.

She wins, always.

Tommy who is always in control couldn't control Grace.

He loves her so much

But there's too much sins to pay even before she came

Tommy who was ready to die at the Derby races

Became so breathless upon hearing "i love you not him"

There is a woman, true.

A woman he deeply loves.

What he lacked was time.

She paid for his sins.

Tragic and painful

Shortlived for her

Eternal suffering for Tommy.

Fate crueler than death.

He got close.

Nearly got f*cking everything.

All he wanted was to dance with her

Now, every night he is dancing with her ghost.

He killed her

She killed him, too.

He is no longer living a life rather just barely living in the land of the living.

Happy or sad, Thomas?

He wants to join her.

Another secret.

#tommy x grace #tommy shelby #grace burgess #peaky blinders #grace shelby #cillian murphy #annabelle wallis #tommy x grace forever #true love always win #thomas shelby

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mary-fantg · 7 months

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Что вы думаете о Лиззи, Татьяне и Мэй?

Hello) this is the first question on tumblr to me and I'm a little worried, thank you for your interest in my opinion and for the opportunity to speak out, this is very important to me. I will try to answer succinctly, describe the main qualities of the character and his key aspects in his relationship with Tommy.

I'll make a reservation right away, all of the following is just my purely personal opinion.

Лиззи.

Character: prostitute, poorly educated ("I did not graduate from school, went to work early" s5), prudent; understands that the only way to break out of her vicious circle is to successfully marry a man with money, candidates for selection are mainly men from criminal circles (Shelby, Changretta); loves children; is only sweet with those with whom it is profitable; knows how to keep secrets and not go where they don't ask; emotional; arrogant; jealous; short-tempered, but at the same time responsible, executive. It is still a big mystery to me how she worked as a secretary and conducted business in the Company, despite the fact that she could not write correctly (s5, when Tommy talks about her letter).

Lizzie/Tommy: initially, the prostitute-client relationship, which eventually developed into a confidential and friendly communication, "your man", thanks to which in s2 the relationship moves into a new direction employer-subordinate, "I need a person who looks through his fingers at everything."

I don't know, I didn't get the feeling that Lizzie loved Tommy, I saw in her only a financial interest and a desire to become a respectable woman. After Grace's death, Lizzie made every effort to become Tommy's constant lover, slowly and faithfully she went to her goal, trying to be there when he was completely broken and needed a woman's warmth. Being the mistress of the coolest gangster in Birmingham was very flattering for her. An accidental pregnancy became her "lucky ticket" to a luxurious life that she would not have dreamed of under any other circumstances. Which is exactly what Linda noticed in s4. In PB, every word has weight and meaning, so not once did Lizzie talk about her feelings for Thomas, neither before marriage, nor in marriage, nor in moments of his mental anguish, when he was weak in front of her and vulnerable, not once did she say that she loved him. All her speeches are only about money and what she will have left when he is gone, "I value my head for shilling more" is the main reason why she tolerates Tommy's indifferent attitude towards herself and their marriage. Only greed and calculation. Of course, it can be noted that she tried to be a normal wife, most importantly a mother for Charlie (I think this is the main reason for their marriage, Tommy saw that Charlie was lonely, he needed a mother). But due to the fact that they are completely different in intelligence and ambitions, there is no mutual attraction (chemistry) between them, their relationship does not add up. If it hadn't been for Ruby's death and Thomas's aggravated PTSD, I think they could have continued to live together in a "guest marriage" mode. But we see that by the end of s6, Tommy's psyche was exhausted and destroyed so much that he completely withdrew into himself, and Lizzie did not have the potential to help him recover, we see that she is completely unaware of how broken he is.

Татьяна.

Character: a runaway aristocrat from the Russian Empire, a princess, smart, educated, beautiful, has a position in society, rich, prudent, cynical, depraved, cruel, desperate, for the sake of her goals she will go over her heads, a devil woman, a fire woman. She is unhappy in her own way, since from a young age she was treated as a commodity, part of the deal, her aunt "sold" her niece repeatedly, as we see from the stories about Georgia and in the situation with Shelby. This experience killed everything "bright" in her, it seemed to me that she does not know how to love, to be compassionate, she absolutely does not understand Tommy's love and sorrow for his dead wife, and why he took her to the guest bedroom causes her perplexity. She liked to hurt him by breaking into his bedroom with Grace, his memory room, standing with her feet on his marital bed, using his wife's perfume. His love for his wife caused her inner envy and jealousy, so she tried to behave as subtly as possible in Thomas's house and trample on what was dear to him. Although why did he let her in there at all?!!

Relationship: exclusively business, with elements of sex and alcohol. No future was planned there.

To be honest, these s3 series, immediately after Grace's death, caused such a storm of emotions in me, I still can't understand why it was necessary to introduce such a plot with an abundance of debauchery, orgies so quickly, and most importantly, why it was necessary to bring it all to the house where a few months ago we played a wedding with a woman that Tommy will love for the rest of his life. I understand that this is all a movie, but I physically felt pain, bitterness and resentment for such an attitude to Grace's memory, it all looked like nothing terrible had happened, guys, moving on. I think it was rude to the fans of the T/G couple, who were already shocked by her murder. I am very angry at SK for this. Apparently, the author wanted to show the depth of Tommy's despair, the hell he found himself in, complete disorientation, and went all out. That's the only way I can explain it to myself.

Мэй.

Character: an attractive, educated, bored widow with good connections in high society, the owner of a stud farm, an excellent business partner for Tommy, opening up new horizons for his business. Ambitious, adventurous, suspicious, prudent, the mind prevails over the heart.

Relationship: Thomas is a pleasant exotic adventure for her, a curiosity, a "racketeer". A partner for sex, with him she feels like a woman again, "alive". Of course, this is a misalliance. It is unlikely that their relationship would end in marriage, I think they could only be lovers for a certain time, later the relationship would come to naught. In their communication, May's superiority over Thomas was felt, her tone always seemed to me imperious, she obviously tried to "bribe" him with her connections in high offices, thereby taking control of him. In her environment, Thomas would always be an outsider, from the lower society, even the groom in her stables allowed himself to be arrogant to Tommy, mockingly hinting at "gypsy stuff" when he gave good advice.

The whole essence of May's relationship to Thomas is shown in May's dialogue with Grace. For her, Shelby is primarily a lover, and she is a profitable connection for him. In her eyes, he is a man only about business: business, business and only business. She rules out the possibility that Thomas might love someone.

In conclusion (a little bit about Grace).

All the female characters who appeared in Thomas's life throughout all 6 seasons perceived him as an attractive, extraordinary, intelligent, very interesting man. But none of them loved him completely, with all his flaws and injuries. Only Grace. She was the one who sacrificed everything for him. In the first season of her career, she "betrayed all the principles given to her by birthright." In the second season - a quiet rich life, position in society, respect for his family. In the third season, with her life itself, though not consciously, but I'm sure if it were necessary, she would give her life for him voluntarily.

Grace was like Thomas, with her skeletons in the closet, with her injury, and her hands were "covered in blood." They were burned by circumstances and this made them "the same", they understood the motives of each other's behavior.

Other women in Tommy's life (excluding Tatiana, on the contrary, she was more "sick in the head", not controlled), were emotionally healthy, they did not cross the line, they were not broken, so they would never have been able to understand and accept Tommy to the end.

Thomas understood all this, felt and knew that there was no such Grace and never would be, which is why he never forgave himself for her loss. He died inwardly with her.

#tommy x grace #grace shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #lizzy x tommy #tatiana petrovna #tommy x may #как я это вижу

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Hi hope you are fine can you make a fic where Charlie and ruby had a younger brother ,who is Lizzie's pet. so both Charlie and ruby along with their cousin Billy played a prank on him saying he is adopted. So after that whatever happened he thinks that is because he is adopted then the truth came humorously that he is not adopted infront of whole family.

Hey love,

This is a bit on the shorter side and I did change it a bit, but hopefully you like it! Today went well for me and I'm avoiding falling into the pit of despair by writing. Thank you again to everyone who offered support <3

Warnings: Sad kids

Things were always moving a little bit faster than you at Arrow House. No matter how hard you tried your little legs couldn't keep up. They were clumsy, and you often skinned your knees on the ground. Ruby used to help you all the time, but you felt that she would rather run ahead with Charlie these days.

While sitting in the patch of mud you had slipped in, you sighed remembering the real reason you didnt fit. You were adopted. You thought back to that night, angry at yourself for not having been tough. The cousins were telling spooky stories, you had gotten scared and tried to cling to Ruby. Such a baby’s mistake. Billy had said that you were scared because you were adopted. That your dad never got scared, which was true, so naturally you weren't his son.

You had tried to push his words out of your head since, but every time you landed on the ground, knocked something over, or couldn't play the game well, the words came back to haunt you. You weren't really a part of the family.

Lizzie came to help you and you looked up at her feeling embarrassed. She wasn't even your mum, she shouldn't have to help you all the time. You got yourself up and walked back to the house. You brushed off her attempts to help you no matter how much you wanted her help.

These feelings only weighed you down further as the family came around. The other kids were too loud to compete with. Tommy was busy, he didnt have time to waste on a little boy who got scared. This information didn't soothe the ache in your heart as he would twirl Ruby in the air, or ruffle Charlie’s hair.

You pulled away and tried to get used to doing things on your own. Charlie and Ruby seemed happy that you didnt bother them anymore.

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There was a big ball being held at the house and Ruby was convinced that it was because she was a princess. That Tommy was looking for her prince charming. You felt even more sick at the thought of being introduced and shown off as one of the Shelby family. They were supposed to walk out with Lizzie and Tommy, and then Esme was to take them downstairs to hang out with the cousins and Finn.

You looked down at the fancy suit they had put you in and tried to imagine yourself being tall like Tommy. Tall, and Feared. But no matter how tall you imagined yourself you knew that you wouldn't grow right. You would look however your real parents looked.

Were they tall or short?

“Come on, times almost up.” Tommy’s voice made you jump. He surprised you by picking you up into his arms. You tried to hide your face ashamed of the tears forming in your eyes.

For a small moment, you felt that your dad had tried to find you specifically like they wouldn't go out without you.

“Hey, now. What’s wrong?” He asked.

“You don’t have to take me out there.” You whispered feeling so small.

“Can’t be a Shelby entrance without all the Shelbys” He answered easily. “It’s alright if you're shy, I’ll carry you.”

“No, but I’m not a Shelby.” The tears fell and you looked up at Tommy watching his eyebrows come together.

“Not a Shelby Eh?” You nodded sniffling.

“Look at me.” You tried to maintain eye contact with him but it was a challenge. “You are a Shelby, I’ve worked very hard to build a life for you that you can be proud of - ”

You didnt understand what he meant.

“But everyone told me I’m adopted it doesn't matter what kind of life you're proud of.” You stumbled on the words and it took Tommy a long moment to answer.

“I watched over you in your mum’s belly for nine months, I watched you come into the world, and I was the first person to hold you. There is no way you're adopted.”

“Your lying. I get scared, you never get scared so cousin Billy told me that it’s because I'm adopted.”

“Cousin Billy is full of shit.” He laughed. “I’ll tell you a secret.” He lowered his voice to just a whisper. “I get scared all the time. I just learned not to show it.”

“Oh. I should hide it then? Just push it down?” You were so relieved that there was a way to get better. Your father stared ahead for a long moment till Mum yelled at him from the top of the stairs.

“No” His eyes flashed down to you finally. “If you're scared, tell me.”

“THOMAS” Your mother called from the stairs and you watched your dad roll his eyes.

“You ready then?” He asked you and you nodded happy that he held you tightly the whole time. He carried you down the stairs as everyone was announced. Some old people pinched his cheeks and cooed at him. Then your dad sent you off with Esme with a wink.

She held your hand and you thought about telling her about Billy. Anger filled your tummy and you decided you would have to handle this like a grown-up. How your dad or uncles would handle it.

“Alright, Finn?” Esme called and Finn rolled his eyes from where he had perched himself in the widow sill. Esme laughed then let go of your hand and left. You looked around the room still angry.

Finn was on the opposite end of the room as Billy, so it seemed like a good time to strike. You walked over grabbing a toy truck from the ground.

He paid no attention as you walked over.

“I am not adopted.” You announced with a new sense of power.

“Yes you a-” You didnt let him finish as you smacked him hard across the cheek with the toy truck. You felt guily as soon as you had done it. Finn almost fell trying to get off the window sill and scooped you up into the air before the bigger boy could retaliate.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR -” Billy let out a loud groan. Finn tried to compose himself, but you could tell that he wanted to laugh.

“I AM NOT ADOPTED.” You shouted at him.

“Alright, no one is adopted. No hitting.” Finn looked at each of the boys. Despite the age difference between you and Billy both of you knew that Finn was the coolest person on the planet. He had cigarettes and girlfriends, he could drive, and his hair was all swoopy.

Both boys apologized and the night continued on. You didnt try to chase after everyone, and eventually, Finn came and put you on the window sill with him. He read you a storybook that had no pictures, but it was just as good because he did the funny voices. You hoped that he had enjoyed it just as much as you did.

#Shelby family #Thomas shelby #Lizzie Shelby #Peaky blinders #peaky blinders oneshot #peaky blinders request #Kid Reader X Shelby family #Thomas shelby oneshot #Tommy shelby oneshot

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dietmountaindewbae · 2 years

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hi, gorgeous! could you please write a alex x reader car sex smut? maybe with a little of degradation and kinky twist. that'd be cool :)

vii. diet mountain dew

word count: 3147

summary: like every day, (late AM) Alex picked you up from school until a rush of jealousy took over him warnings: spit k!nk, daddy k!nk, pain k!nk, bruises.

song recommendation: diet mountain dew demo by lizzy grant

Parked in the front of your building waited for you a black shiny Cadillac with polarized windows, thru the shadows of his black aviators he watched you carefully, you were talking to your professor Dr. Murphy, and he gave you a small post-it note to write down your phone number, he smiled at you as he put it inside his coat, you shook hands and waved him goodbye when you spotted the car, Alex got out of it taking your bag for you and opening the passenger's door, before you could get in he grabbed your elbow, and pressed a deep possessive kiss, his breath tasted like black coffee and cigarettes. Alex and Murphy crossed eyes for a few moments until the teacher walked away, Alex had followed him with his eyes until he was out of sight, the moment your lips parted from his you smiled at him, kissing his cheek getting inside the car.

"How did college treat you today, baby girl?" He asked once inside the car, the tone of his voice sounding off, what was it now? You didn't do anything to bother him or so you thought.

"Wasn't too bad today" You said taking his hand, "I'm just happy you're here" Your cheek pressed against his knuckles, and he gave you a short smile and returned to his more serious face, you stayed there listening to music on the radio catching up to some reading while sipping on your diet mountain dew you stopped to get at 7/11, Alex had given you a book he had read before and thought you would like, it was called her name is Lola by Russel Hoban, then suddenly you heard him sigh loudly.

"Who was that bloke you were talking to?" You unglued your eyes from the book and looked at him confused, he tried to ask you in the most neutral unbothered way, but your suspicions had risen.

"It was just Dr. Murphy," You said, "I'm actually going to the cafe with him on Saturday"

"Date?" A muscle in his jaw twitched.

"Huh?"

"I asked if you were going out on a date with him since you must be his little class pet" What was he on about? The only guy you were seeing right now was Alex, and he was all that you could think of, what was he talking about? Alex was everything you could ever ask for.

"You're jokin', right?" He scoffed, and you saw the grip on the wheel tighten, "He's just my tutor, what are you saying?" He hummed, "What? Do you think I like him?" After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"I don't wanna see you around that fucker, got it?" He was getting upset by the second, it was new to see him like that, in such a critical state, he always seemed to hide everything so well, and act calm in stressful situations but this time you had really gotten into him, how much harm could you do? It was like suddenly you had some power over him, and it began to get to you.

"Yes daddy" He exhaled relieved and patted your thigh.

"That's a good girl," He congratulated you, the light went red and he turned to you, "Give daddy a kiss come on" He pinched your cheeks together but you just gave him a kiss on the nose, "What was that?" He forced a kiss on your lips but it was silly and sloppy, he tried to wave it off and kept driving, he changed the station turning the volume up, "So... wanna go shopping and grab dinner on Saturday?" He sounded calmer.

"No" You answered, "I have other plans" You flipped the page of your book unbothered by the way he had turned to look at you, he was baffled by what you said, he took your book away tossing it to the back seats, "Hey!"

"Keep that up little girl, see what happens to you" You decided to win him to it, play by your rules, you were in charge, you had the leash now, and you were going to use it to your advantage, you propped yourself on your knees, unbuckling his belt, "What the fuck are you doin'? I'm driving"

"Has that stopped you before?" You asked a little angered now, he glanced at you up and down, breathed harshly out his nose saying no with his head, you undid the button of his skinny jeans, taking out his cock from them, stroking it up and down slowly before spitting on it, you had noticed how his dick was already stiff, and he felt exposed when you noticed it, you barely did anything, "Do you like my skirt, daddy?" You asked, it was short but not that much it was still appropriate for school, and you pair it with knee socks like usual, you never realized how sexy it made you look in his eyes, "I know you do" You took your panties off, showing them to him, he eyed you from the side, scanning you up and down, "You want them, don't you?" Slowly picking up your pace again, his dick began to grow in size with each light stroke, you sat down properly and put your legs up on the windshield your legs opening slowly.

"Put 'em down" He ordered, but you didn't listen, you just giggled at him and that's when you got him furious, "Put 'em down!" He pushed your knees down, the tires scraped the pavement when he stopped in the middle of the road, "Listen to me you fuckin' cunt" His fingers cupped your face, and your cheeks squished together, "Don't ever test me like this, you hear me?" He said between greeted teeth and sweat.

"Or what?" You said right to his face, you had tested him to such limits, you couldn't even guess what was coming your way when he found an empty and dark parking lot, he took his glasses and leather jacket off, unbuckled your belt, and pushed your seat back, this happened so quickly you couldn't process the mess you got yourself into, and there was no other way but thru.

"Or what?!" He spat pulling you closer by the hair, "I'll tell you fuckin' what little girl, I'm gonna teach you a fuckin' lesson, and you better pay attention" You've never heard him yell at you like this, get so strict and grounded, you were trembling under your seat when his rough hands ripped your skirt apart, the buttons of your shirt being torn one by one, you were naked, exposed, at his mercy, uncovered, while he looked more composed, nothing of him was taken off by you, his white button up had no wrinkles, and his long hair that made him look older. He hovered you over, taking his dick and rubbing it against your clit, your head fell back as you began to moan, and he covered your mouth, "I don't want to hear a single moan comin' out of that mouth, and you're not gonna cum unless I allow you, understood?"

"Yes, daddy" You wept, and he continued rubbing your clit with his cock, you kept moaning against the palm of his hand, digging your nails into the leather seats, and your body begged for more as you bucked your hips forward and back rocking yourself into the chair, "Please..." You mumbled but it wasn't going to change his mind, no matter how many times you begged, you tried to get just a little more friction, something to fill you up, that emptiness inside you was aching to be filled, all your senses wanted to be filled by him.

"Do you think he could ever fuck you like this?" He made your body jolt forward when he pushed his dick inside you, "You would be out of your fuckin' mind, 'cause daddy is the only one that can make you feel like this, you're all mine, that fucker could never compare... say it to me"

"You're the only one, I'm all yours daddy, that fucker c-could never... fuck" You whimpered as he kept fucking you so torturing slow, it had you angsty for more, he fasten your wrists together with his hand, nipples hard, legs wide open, his velvet darkness embraces you, and consumes you completely, "Please" You weep, he took his dick away from you, and your impulses told you to attend to that ache but he was the only who could, you were completely helpless, you were his delicate pray hoping he would have a little mercy on you. He took his hand away but you were too stupid, too stupid to believe that soft feather-like kiss meant that everything was over, and he decided to finish this torture. Still, you were in for the long run, "Please, daddy" His fingers came down to your face, his fingertips tracing the apple of your little cheek, and you were a fool to nudge your head as he caressed it, too dumb not to think he would give you a slap across the face leaving a small bruise on your bottom lip.

You gasped, "Oh, you poor little thing, did you really think with just some please daddy you'll get away with everything, I thought you knew better" You never knew better when it came to his black magic soul, or his corrupted mind, you would never know better, you would never know why did you like the way he slapped you, even if a single tear rolled down your cheek, "You're mine" Your eyes glistened. He pushed himself inside you, not giving you a moment to adjust to his monstrous size, you didn't know what had woken up inside him, it was scary and so divine, he pulled back taking his belt in his left hand while the other gripped your neck, "Say you're sorry"

"I'm s-sorry" He smacked you with his cold leather belt.

"I'm sorry what?" He raised the belt again, he saw that fear in your eyes, the veins on his neck swollen, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, exhaling harshly.

"I'm sorry daddy" He whipped his belt against your thigh you quietly sobbed, and it sparkled up his eye.

"Again" He demanded.

"I'm sorry daddy," Your voice getting weaker and weaker, he threatened to hit you again when he raised his belt again, and you flinched in that instant, "I'm-" A low and evil chuckle escaped his lips, it made your blood boil to hear him laugh when you felt so weak, you didn't think about it when you did it but you regreded the slap you gave him across the face when he got distracted, he bit the insides of his cheek, his jaw twitched as he swallowed down his anger. Next thing he took you out of the car, turning you to face him.

He turned you around uncovering your ear to whisper between greeted teeth, "You did this to yourself" Back pressed against him, his in grow beard tickling your skin "Apologize" You heard the buckle of his belt swing, his breathing loud and harsh against your ear, you were completely silent until you heard the loud smack that echoed on the pitch black parking lot, little by little the pain started to fade away, and it turned to something more, and it stings when he hits you with his belt again, but his venom stings more.

"I'm so sorry, I'm-" Another hard and cold smack came down to your ass, "I'm-" He couldn't even let you finish the sentence.

"I'm not gonna stop until you mean it" You couldn't stand the pain any longer, runny mascara tears began to color your cheeks, you whispered your sorry as he kept spanking you feeling a small rush of wetness from between your legs, it was palpitating, in great need to be touched again, the pain began to feel sweet and enjoyable as you overcame it, looked thru it, he bent your mind to limits you never thought you would reach, and it felt delicious but what was more delicious was the feeling of the stretch when he fucked you, you became ravenous, it was too late for you.

"I'm very sorry daddy," You gasped when he hit you again, "No one could ever fuck my pussy like you, you know my body is yours to keep, and I know who I belong to, I'm your possession, I love you forever" Your back bent, and your hips swayed hoping the leather would hit you one last time, you did this with your eyes closed more like an instinct.

"That's much better" He arches your body to him, choking you, and whispering, "You masochistic little fuck, you want more now do you?" You breathed out a weak yes, feeling the corners of his mouth curl into a smudge smile when his fingers came down to touch you, "Mmm fuckin' hell, look how wet you get for me, do you think he'll ever get your pussy as wet, do you think he could make you feel like this?"

"Nobody but you" His fingers circled your clit, and he pulled his pulsing cock out of his jeans teasing your entrance just pushing his tip inside you, while his hands kept circling your clit in gentle circles, you needed more from him so much more, "Alex... I-I need it all inside me"

"Patient" He eased you down, but you bucked your hips back, "What did just I say?" You whined at him, "Stay still, can't you do that?"

"I- please, Alex" You couldn't find the right words in your head, it was all him, you just needed him, but you couldn't have that when you were this impatient, your big mouth strikes again as another smack comes down to your ass, you took a moment to compose yourself, you heard the doors of the car open, he grabbed you by the arm and bend you over the seats, cheek pressed against the cold leather seats, he pinned your hands together, "Still, and quiet, be a good girl" You nodded with your head, as he once more slipped inside you so easily, he hummed at how wet did you get over that smack, and you couldn't deny it, his hard and pulsing cock stretching your walls so deliciously at the same time he held your hands back, you made fists with your hands as you tried not to be heard.

He was unleashed, his mind was off in another place while his body was doing the job of fucking your brains off, he couldn't manage how tight you felt, a perfect fit, he admired your red and tender ass that was all doughy and shaky from all of the spankings, how it jolts back and forth as he pushes in and out of you like a beast, "I'm gonna fuck you up real good, pretty baby" He could only picture how your face looked like, scrunched up, he saw your knuckles turn white, and your body filling with goosebumps, you were close but you kept telling yourself to hold for a little bit longer, "Atta girl" He could feel you all as well, there was no way your body could ever hide something from his he knew it better than you, he had counted every lash on your brown eyes when you sleep, all the beauty spots, knew every sweet spot, every sick way to get to you. The insides of your thigh were dark red, and all of your body would be covered in bruises, or his sickening way to show you his love, his jaw clenched, strings of hair falling down to his forehead, he didn't know how much could he handle anymore, neither did you.

He put one leg up, each thrust going deeper, his hips driving his dick harder and rougher, the friction was too good, and it send you spiraling, it was coming up, it was exciting, you felt it coming.

"Come on, you know what you need" He had granted you his approval, which mean you could finally let yourself go, your walls clenched around him when he buried his dick inside you, you loudly exhaled and he groaned when he felt you coming all over his cock, but he wasn't over, breathe less he turned you around to face him, you were drenched in sweat and tears, your chest red and your hair made a mess, it was sight to see for him, he untied your hands only to cross your arms and tie them together, your tits squished together, blurry vision you could only see his outline, "Daddy hasn't comed yet princess"

"Oh-" You gasped when he pushed himself inside you, your pussy was red from all the pounding of his dick, you couldn't believe the tingles only made you want more from him even though you felt you were about to pass out. Both of his hands were placed on both sides of your head, your legs open for him.

The moment your lips parted he took the advantage to spit in them, "Swallow" He ordered. Alex admired you for a long minute, your chest rising up and down, your swollen red cheeks, your pink nose, the tears, the mess he has made of you, he never had seen you so trashed but willing to take more.

He fucked you until your legs gave out, but your body was still resistant, you didn't know where you were, what was your name, or that your arms were tied, you were far too gone to care about those things, it was only Alex you could think of, only Alex that filled up all of your senses, he was out of control, didn't care how messy he was fucking you, calling you his dirty whore spitting in your mouth, your ears were ringing, you gasped and rolled your eyes when both of you came at the same time.

His body fell forward, embracing yours until you came back down to earth, you couldn't feel your legs or anything from your hips downs, you could only see the bruises his hands had left on your hips but they didn't hurt, maybe it was the adrenaline that ran thru your body but it was pure bliss.

"Babe?" His voice sounds raspy in your ear, "You know I love you, right?"

"I do, daddy" You confirmed.

"Tell me that you love me"

"I never loved anybody but you"

A/N

Hope you enjoyed today’s chapter! Sorry for not updating yesterday, I felt a little sick, if you guys would like to read more you can find me on wattpad as thegirlinkneesocks my story is called sweet things (couldn’t find a cooler name)

https://www.wattpad.com/story/298894616

#alex turner smut #alex turner one shots #alex turner fan fic #arctic monkeys one shots #cillian murphy #late am alex #dracula alex #lizzy grant #kill kill #diet mountain dew

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through the hourglass 330. brb x oc

a/n: THIS BETTER POST OR I SWEAR TO GOD(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: OH BOY ROOSTER IS HIS OWN WARNING

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He licks his fingers clean of syrup with his eyes on her, and she has to bite the inside of her cheek as she helps Nikki cut her waffle. She felt her cheeks warm up as her husband just keeps his gaze on her, “Brad.” she tries to snap him out of it, “You are staring.”

“Mhm,” he pops a finger out, “Sure am.”

And she huffs, clearing her throat as she gives Nikki a small piece, the one year old was famished ever since she discovered waffles. “Anyway,”she continues,wiping the crumbs that stuck to Nikki’s face, “You going to meet Pete today?” he hums, propping his head up with a hand as he follows the curves on her body appreciatively.

“Hmmmm,maybe.” he is still reliving his welcome gift as he sees the very faint panty line under her shorts, was it the red one? He meets her eyes and Beatrice is even redder when he sees her face, “I mean, I’d like to see him…maybe I’ll take the kids with me.”

“Well,” and she automatically tugs her shorts a bit, “He hasn’t seen the twins in a while, or Nikki for that matter. I think he’ll like the visit.” and his eyes remained, hungrily traveling from her face to hips, while chewing his breakfast slowly.

“I like those shorts.”

She blinks,incredulously,at him, ‘Brad.”

He points at the white details on the legs with his fork, “Love how it goes,” and he moves the fork in a curve, clearly representing the curve of her ass, “Its nice.”

Rooster's gaze remained fixated on Beatrice, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he continued to appreciate the subtle details of her whole self. Beatrice, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, cleared her throat and shifted her attention to Nikki, who was thoroughly enjoying her waffle.

"Thanks for the fashion commentary, Roos. I'll be sure to take it into account for my next wardrobe choice," Beatrice teased albeit her cheeks remained red.

Rooster chuckled, reaching for his coffee. "Just stating the facts, Bea. Gotta appreciate the finer things in life."

More sputtering so he decided to finally reply as normal as he could, “Yeah, I think he has…a lot of questions because of the whole shitbag that happened.” he sips his coffee. “A whole bag of ass, really.”

Nicole went ‘aaa’ while moving forward in hopes to get the silicone spoon as her mother brought it closer, clamping her mouth around it and chewing her breakfast with a little grin, “I mean,” Beatrice begins, not taking her eyes off of Nikki, wiping her face again, “It was very messy Roos. Mark and….well…why did he do that anyway? Jealousy?”

Rooster leaned back in his chair, his expression growing serious as he considered Beatrice's question. "Jealousy, ego, a twisted sense of entitlement—I think it was a mix of all that. “

“But…he was really focused on you Roos. Just like Miranda was to me.”

"Yeah, it was like he couldn't stand the idea of me, I don’t know, not needing Pete’s influence to go up in my career?I mean,the jealousy consumed him, and he thought he could control everything and everyone around him."

Beatrice nodded solemnly, her focus shifting between Nikki and Rooster. "It's scary how people can get so fixated, obsessive? But you handled it well, Roos. And you are safe."

He offered a small smile, his eyes softening. "Course I am,gorgeous.”

A comfortable silence settled between them, the weight of the recent challenges mingling with the warmth of their shared understanding. Nikki, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the conversation, continued to enjoy her waffle, occasionally babbling.

Beatrice, breaking the silence, asked, "Do you think Pete will have a hard time understanding the situation?"

Rooster contemplated for a moment before responding, "He might. But Pete is Pete, he just wants to make sure we are okay.” he rubs the pad of his thumb on the mug’s lip, “He wasn’t notified of anything when I was deployed, Cyclone wanted it within the group and to some higher ups.”

She nodded in understanding, her fingers gently tapping against the edge of the table. "That makes sense. Considering Mark’s aunt is one of them…is she an admiral?”

Rooster nodded, confirming her question. "Yeah, she's an admiral. It complicated things, a lot.”

“Is she going to be kicked out?”

Oh,how he loved when Bea asked things like this, the little hesitation in her tone because, while she is married to him - a Navy pilot- and has friends in the Navy AND works at a predominantly Navy bar…she still has her questions. “...I’m going to go over there and kiss you.”

“Huh?”

“You are to fuckin’ precious and I love you so much.” he smirks, sipping his coffee as she gives him a look, a confused one. “You look surprised because I said that.”

“I’m not complaining,honey,” oh, the endearing names, fuck she was the death of him through and through, “You are just getting distracted a lot.” but that little smile showed that she clearly didn’t mind.

Nicole however, did care.

She looked between her parents, Rooster to Bea then Bea to Rooster, then tapped Beatice’s wrist, “Mama.” she coos, trying to tug the hand holding the spoon towards her, a piece of waffle still sticking to it.

“Oh,oh I’m sorry honey,mama got…” they met eyes, “Distracted.”

Rooster smirks, ring and pinky finger curled against his jaw, thumb helping it up while his index and middle finger were on his cheekbone and temple, head tilted just a bit. She mouths ‘stop it’ and he replies ‘make me.’ with his eyes dropping down her body again.

“Aaa! Woffe!” and if Nikki was an emoji she’d be the personification of ‘>:(‘ because the spoon was inches away from her face and her little light brows scrunched as she tried to take a bite.

“Sorry sweetie, oh,” finally,the waffle was eaten and Bea gave him a look, pointing her finger at him, “You are so terrible.”

“Mmmmmhm.” he smiles, elongating his words as if he was oh so very pleased by that statement, squinting his eyes a bit, “I am. You know I am.” he does,however, sip the final drops of his coffee and stands up, walking over the sink, “But I’ll leave the two of you alone and check on the twins and talk to Mav.”

He stands behind her chair and kisses the top of her head, inhaling the lavender in her hair, “I love you.”

She slowly looked up at him, and smiled back, “I love you too.” he leans down to peck her lips twice, tasting the cherry lip gloss and then kissing Nicole’s head before he walks away.

Rooster's departure left a lingering warmth in the room, it was like he was the fireplace warming up the entire room. "Mama," Nikki babbled, her tiny fingers reaching for the remaining pieces of waffle on the plate. Beatrice chuckled, realizing that she might have to employ some strategic maneuvers to prevent another distraction.

"Mama's here, sweetheart," Beatrice reassured, gently wiping Nikki's face with a napkin. "Let's get you cleaned up so you can enjoy the rest of your breakfast."

Rooster drove the three kids to Mav’s place, Nicole was older, so she knew the route already - she was one year old but still - and the twins were busy looking around. He also took notice of how different the three babies were.

Nicole was talkative and she was very smart. She liked looking around and liked to touch people’s hands if she knows them…she also couldn’t hide her stank face, if she disliked you,she’d show.

While the twins were just a few months old, it was easy to see how different they were: Gavin was quiet, he liked snuggling up to his parents’ necks, he also liked to play with Beatrice’s hair and Rooster’s mustache, never tugging, just gently grabbing the pieces of hair.

Aurora, on the other hand, was very active. She liked to look around and move her neck and while neither her or Gavin could crawl yet, she sure would like to. Aurora also was louder than her sibling, she babbled a lot more and she had these moments where she’d just want to grab any piece of clothing of jewelry you had close by.

Rooster navigated the familiar streets, each turn bringing them closer to Mav's place. Nicole, ever the precocious one, sat in the back seat, enthusiastically pointing out landmarks she recognized,”Gampa Mav!”

“That’s right honey, we are going to see Mav.” he smiles as he turns the Bronco as soon as he sees Maverick waiting for them by the sidewalk.

Rooster parked the Bronco, and before he could even unbuckle his seatbelt, Nicole had already noticed him, her excitement palpable. "Gampa Mav!" she exclaimed, trying to get rid of the booster seat to see him better.

“Hey kiddo,woah!” he smiles down at Gavin, who was closest to the door he just opened, “Look at those two! Hey little guy!

The baby, with wide curious eyes, blinked up at him as if assessing this man yet again. Maverick gently tickled Gavin's tiny fingers, eliciting a soft coo from the infant.

"Hey there, little buddy. Did you bring the chaos with you?" Mav teased, glancing over at Rooster, who was in the process of helping Aurora out of her car seat.

Rooster chuckled, "You bet, Mav. The whole Bradshaw Circus is in town today."

As Rooster carefully lifted Aurora from the car seat, she greeted Mav with a gleeful babble, tiny hands reaching out toward him. Mav shifted his attention, expertly juggling between the little ones vying for his attention.

Nicole, having successfully freed herself from the booster seat -which was NOT helped by Rooster at all -, practically leaped out of the car. "Gampa Mav!" she declared,then poked her tongue out and stood there.She was clearly showing him this amazing thing she could do.

Mav stood up, arching his brow "Well, look at that! You're getting so big, Nikki. Soon you'll be teaching me the tricks."

She giggled, thoroughly pleased with the compliment. Rooster, now holding both Aurora and Gavin so Mav could pick Nicole up,smiled. "You ready for this, Mav? They've got energy to spare today."

Mav ruffled Nicole's hair, exchanging a glance with Rooster. "Always ready for the circus, Brad. Let the games begin. Come on in."

They made their way into Mav's house, laughter and tiny footsteps echoing through the air and Nikki quickly sat on the couch. "Sit wherever you like, folks. Make yourselves at home," Mav announced, “Nikki got the couch.”

Rooster settled Aurora and Gavin in a playpen Mav had set up in the living room. The twins, wide-eyed and curious, took in their surroundings with infant wonder.

Maverick looked back at Rooster, “Want a drink? Nothing heavy of course.”

Rooster nodded appreciatively, "Sure, Mav,no beer though.”

Maverick headed towards the kitchen, leaving Rooster to keep an eye on the twins. Nicole, still perched proudly on the couch, gestured for Rooster to join her. "Dada, sit!"

Rooster chuckled, walking over to the couch and sitting beside Nicole. "I’m here birdie,’ her tiny,minuscule hand on his and tapped his palm repeatedly, “You happy seeing grandpa Mav?”

“Yeeeaaa!!”

Maverick returned with a tray bearing a jug of iced tea and a few glasses. He placed it on the coffee table, glancing at the twins who were now engrossed in the colorful toys scattered across the playpen.

"Here we go," Mav announced, pouring iced tea into the glasses. "Nothing heavy, just some good old sweet tea. Help yourselves."

“I didn’t know you knew how to make sweet tea?”

“It’s not that hard,Rooster.”

Rooster chuckled, accepting the glass from Mav. "Well, I'm just used to seeing you with a beer in hand. Sweet tea is a pleasant change."

Mav took a sip of his own drink, settling into a chair across from Rooster and Nicole. The room was filled with the light-hearted chatter of the kids, the tinkling laughter of Nicole being the most prominent.

As they enjoyed their drinks, Mav glanced over at the twins. "They're growing fast, aren't they?"

Rooster nodded, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Yeah, faster than I thought possible. Feels like just yesterday we found out Bea was pregnant.”

Maverick's gaze softened. "Time flies. Before you know it, they'll be running around causing mischief like Nikki here."

Nicole, overhearing her name, giggled…mischievously. "Mischief!"

Rooster ruffled her hair, a fond smile on his face. "That's right, birdie. You're the queen of mischief."

Mav joined in the laughter, raising his glass in a mock toast. "To mischief and mayhem, the Bradshaw way." he waits until Rooster drinks, “...how are you?”

Rooster leaned back on the couch, savoring the sweet tea, and studied Mav for a moment. The question hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken understanding. After a thoughtful sip, Rooster exhaled, a mixture of fatigue and relief evident in his expression.

"I’m better, Mav," he admitted, his gaze drifting to the playpen where Aurora and Gavin were discovering the joys of colorful blocks. "It's been a tough stretch out there. But being back home, it's like a breath of fresh air."

Mav nodded, chewing the inside of his cheek. "I heard about the investigation. About Mark.”

Rooster's gaze flickered and he took another sip of the sweet tea, the cool liquid offering a brief respite from the weight of recent memories. "Yeah, Mark's been a piece of work. Complicated situation, you know?"

"You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready, Rooster. But if you need an ear, I'm here."

The gratitude in Rooster's eyes was palpable. "I appreciate that, Mav. It's just... It's been a lot to process. Everything with the investigation, the uncertainty. It took a toll."

Mav placed a supportive hand on Rooster's shoulder. "You've been through the wringer, kid. I can only imagine. But you made it back.”

“What did you hear though? I thought Cyclone kept most under wraps.”

Maverick sipped his tea, then pursed his lips, “You think I wouldn’t know?” Maverick leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin. "Cyclone did keep things under wraps, but you know how these things go. Whispers find their way, especially in a close-knit community like ours. People talk, and it's hard to keep the lid on everything."

"I get it. So, what did you hear?"

Mav sighed, choosing his words carefully. "Internal Affairs, and the FBI sniffing around. It's a mess, Rooster. And I heard they've got some evidence that ties him to some pretty ugly stuff."

Rooster's jaw tightened, the reality of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. "Figures. Fuck-" he peeks at Nikki who was busy running her finger on the patterns of Mav’s vouch “--flipping wild.”

“And of course, his aunt is involved too,so,”Mav shrugs, “It’ll be flipping wild for a while.”

“...you know what.”

“What?”

Rooster huffs through his nose, “Wanna drink later at home? I feel like I need it, really.” he frowns, “Really,really.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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easily-distracted-by-fandom · 2 months

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Musical ask game

I have a couple for mcyt cause I couldn't decide

- brother by madds buckley

- dawning of spring by Anson seabra

- allies or enemies by the crane wives

- monster from adventure time

- everything stays from adventure time

Ok so, this is a lot of them so I'll just do short blurbs for each of them!

Brother - Esmp s1 but Lizzie, instead of loosing her memories when the apocalypse happened she instead turned into a deity of flames, and she blames Jimmy. So she goes to find and confront him, all the meanwhile her memories are slowly burnt away until all she can remember about Jimmy is that she hates him for starting the apocalypse.

When she finds him, he begs her to forgive him and calls her sister, which angers her further, and she begins using her fire to boil the water around him. Much angst and whump.

Dawning of Spring - Flower Husbands, where 3rd Life was a past life for both of them when they reincarnated into Empires. Scott finds this a lot harder because as an elf he is very sensitive to memories, so every time Jimmy says something or does something that reminds him of his past life, he'll basically pass out and when he wakes up be fully 3rd Life! Scott, which means he only trusts Jimmy.

This means that half the time they're basically very distant allies, closer to enemies than anything, and then the other half of the time Scott is holding onto Jimmy like he'll disappear if he lets go. Very cute, potential for angst.

Allies or Enemies - Same as previous Au but it's swapped. Instead of it being Esmp!Scott it's 3rd Life! Scott getting all the memories, this is worse. Esmp!Scott, while trusting Jimmy enough, also trusts most of the other players without a lot of questions. Also he doesn't know how to fight without magic.

This means that Jimmy is frantically chasing after his husband, while Scott gets almost-killed MULTIPLE times. This is bad, noone is happy with this situation. Much hurt-comfort. Jimmy being the responsible one.

Monster - WcSmp! Lauren and Scott duo! They used to know each other before Lauren was found to not have magic and kicked out of a coven and Scott found Milo and left with him. Scott and Milo were very in love so he needs to win. But Lauren doesn't recognize him, and she has her magic on loan from a shooting star, so she needs to win to keep it (she doesn't know this). It ends with Scott winning and needing to give up something to get Milo back, but he doesn't realize that what he needs to give up is his connection to Lauren, like when they were kids. Angst either choice he makes.

Everything stays - Afterlife SMP! au, Lauren is left behind on the server, with only Oli left. Lauren can sense him because he used to be and enderman and so did she, but he can't sense her because he's a bee and doesn't have magic. She knows that if he can leave he will and she can't be left alone again. She chases the magic signature and finds she's too late. He's gone, but she can follow (she's a vex). She gets to Esmp, but it's been ages, and she doesn't remember anyone but Smajor (the vampire version who looks nothing like Scott) and Oli. This causes even more chaos as she tries to figure out how ELSE she can leave a server because she can never leave them until she gets a new invite (she's never seen the Hub)

Includes a scene where Lauren looks at Lizzie and goes "weren't you that alien girl I killed" in a very casual way and refuses to elaborate.

#mcyt #scott smajor #laurenzside #alternate universe #oli theorionsound #jimmy solidarity #lizzie ldshadowlady #3rd life #empires smp #afterlife smp #witchcraft smp #memory loss #memory gain #musical ask game #music

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