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[hearts-hunger]

Absolutely Divine || Lucy Boynton x Reader

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Summary: Unbeknownst to either of you, you and Lucy have both been thinking of each other long before this party you find yourselves stuck at. Finding a good place to hide away proves helpful in getting both of you to admit your feelings, as well as letting you act on them for the first time.

Pairings: Lucy Boynton x Reader

Genre: Smut! Porn without plot! Lots of wlw tenderness!!!!

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: f/f smut, oral, fingering (18+ only please!) also, no beta, we die like men

A/N: I haven’t written anything in literally months but uh Miss Lucy Boynton owns my ass and thinking about her got me so hot and bothered I wrote a whole fic about it. Her power.......... anyways, enjoy! It’s kind of sweet and tender as well as being 90% sex, so I hope it’s a good read :) Shoutout also to Brent Faiyaz, whose music makes a great smut-writing soundtrack.

“Well, this party is an absolute bore.”

You made room on the loveseat as Lucy sat down next to you, the blush-colored tulle of her dress flouncing out in front of her. She took a sip from her glass of champagne, leaving a kiss mark on the rim that held your attention for longer than it should have.

“Nobody catch your eye?” you asked, studying her profile in the dim golden light. You’d found a cosy study in the house the huge, glamorous party was hosted in, and the full decanters of whiskey and the fire in the grate made it the perfect spot to hide out for the night.

She laughed. “No, not quite. Rami and the boys are all drunk and dancing, you know, tearing up the dance floor, and I would have joined them for a little bit of entertainment if these shoes weren’t so damn painful.”

She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal her sparkly high-heels. “And then I couldn’t find you anywhere, darling,” she said, moving her hand to clasp yours. She gave you a sweet smile. “I missed you. So I thought I’d try and find you and see what you were up to.”

You smiled back. “Just taking a breather,” you said. “My shoes are killing me too.”

“God, but they’re adorable,” she said, glancing down at your stilettos with ribbon crossing around your ankles. They suited your dress, a strapless red number, but they were a nightmare to wear for very long.

“They must be awful to wear, though,” she said. She tilted her head back to get the dregs of the drink, her gorgeous neck just begging to be kissed; you blushed and shook your head to clear it. She set the glass down on the floor and got off the couch; you felt a fleeting sense of disappointment until you realized she was getting to her knees in front of you instead of leaving, like you’d thought.

You bit your lip; just the sight of her in front of you, being able to move so easily between your legs, made you bite back a moan.

“Come on, then,” she said. “Let me take them off for you.”

You hesitated, a dreadful part of you wishing she meant something other than your shoes. When she gave you a stern look that quickly changed into a smile, you blushed and did as she said.

“There’s nobody to catch my eye anyway,” she said, continuing the conversation you’d left off earlier as she reached under the hem of your dress and started to untie the ribbon. Her fingers glanced over your skin and you had the foolish thought that maybe this is what Victorian maidens felt like, scandalously showing their ankles. “My attention is fully accounted for, thank you very much.”

You felt a spark of jealousy and instantly chided yourself. “Oh yeah?” you ventured. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

She met your eyes and gave you a mischievous grin. “Who said it was a guy?”

Oh. Well, you’d always wondered; you tried to tamp down the flutter of excitement in your chest.

She finished with the first shoe, gently slipping it off and setting it aside. She started on the second one and had to bend closer to see the knot in the bow, giving you a lovely view of her decolletage; you blushed furiously and tried to look anywhere else.

“There we go,” she said, straightening as she finished untying the ribbon and took your other shoe off to join the other one on the floor. You chanced looking back at her, having been studying the ceiling and trying not to think of how much you’d like to take her dress off of her, and found her giving you a cheeky smile.

“You’re a little flushed, lovely,” she said. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “Um, it’s - I’m just a little warm.”

To your surprise she started to trail her fingers further up under the hem of your dress, slowly, giving you time to move away. You couldn’t do anything but draw in a strained breath, feeling her touch like fire against your skin.

“You certainly are,” she said smoothly, her nails scratching lightly at your inner thigh. “Any particular reason?”

You genuinely couldn’t think of anything to say; you felt like your brain was short-circuiting as her touch sent sparks of pleasure through you.

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” she said easily, still tracing her fingers up and down your legs. “You’re the girl who’s got my attention.”

You felt heat rush everywhere at that, reddening your face and making you squeeze your legs together a little before you remembered her hands were between them. Fuck.

“And I’d like to show you just what I’ve been thinking about you, if you like,” she said smoothly. She looked up at you from beneath her long lashes, giving you a teasing smile. “What do you think?”

You nodded, unsure if this was real or just a very, very nice dream.

She gave a soft laugh. “Need to hear it, lovey.”

You drew in a sharp breath. “Yes,” you said eagerly. “God, if you want to, yeah. Of course.”

“Good girl,” she praised, her voice sweet and genuine but laced with something deeper, more possessive. “What do you want, lovely? You want me to make you all hot and bothered as quick as I can, before somebody comes in and finds us?” 

She eased your dress up, pressing kisses to your thighs, leaving marks of her plum-colored lipstick on your skin. 

“You worried someone will see?” she purred. “Or maybe you’d like it if I took it slow, and someone walked in just in time to see you cum?”

“Oh, god,” you breathed, both the thought of someone being witness to Lucy fucking you and the feel of her pulling your panties off enough to make your head spin. She gave a soft laugh and tossed the little bit of black fabric by your stilettos.

“I haven’t even done anything yet, sweetheart,” she said. “Does that mean you want it quick?”

“Um, I…” 

You honestly couldn’t decide. She was right; she hadn’t even really touched you, and you felt arousal pool between your legs at the thought of her doing anything more. Whether she took it fast or slow, you were sure you wouldn’t last very long.

She nipped at your inner thigh. “That’s ok, lovey,” she said. “We’ll just see how it goes, how about that?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

She smiled. “Good girl,” she praised in a soft voice. “You’re being so patient with me, sweetheart. Such a good girl. You want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” you managed. “Please.”

She eased you closer to the edge of the loveseat, settling herself between your legs with a satisfied smirk.

“You can pull my hair a bit, if you like,” she said. “Up to you.”

That was all the warning she gave before pressed her mouth between your legs, spreading you, her tongue slowly tasting every inch of you. You threw back your head against the back of the couch as an almost overwhelming pleasure washed over you.

“Fuck,” you managed, twisting the fabric of your dress as you searched for something to ground you. You could have sworn you felt her smile as she finally turned her attention to your clit, her tongue circling slowly, torturously. You whined and carded your fingers through her hair with shaking hands, wanted her closer, deeper, fuck - 

“God, you taste so good,” she said, the slightest edge of desperation to her voice. Your hips jerked as she started to suck on your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you, and she put a hand on your thigh to steady you.

“Lucy,” you whined.

She pulled back just enough to look up at you from under her lashes, licking her lips with a pleased smile. You couldn’t focus, really, head still swimming as she rubbed slow circles against your clit, not enough to get you off but just enough to tease. 

“Love to hear you beg, sweetheart,” she said. “Beg for me, baby.”

You gasped as she pressed deeper. “Please, Lucy,” you said, your voice high and needy.

“Please what?”

“God - make me cum, please.”

You were surprised to see how that affected her, a breathy moan escaping her as she bit her lip. “Well, now. How can I say no when you ask so nicely?”

She replaced her fingers with her tongue, wasting no time in bringing you to the edge. You tugged on her hair, making her moan against you, feeling your orgasm build like a cresting wave.

“Yes, yes, oh, fuck, Lucy,” you babbled. “Gonna cum, please, oh god - ”

You came with a keening groan, legs shaking as she continued to eat you out until you were completely spent. She gave your thigh one last kiss before she pushed herself off her heels and kissed you deeply, hands on either side of you, her mouth tasting sweet and salty, like champagne and your own taste.

“Thank you,” you said between kisses, breath catching in your chest as she sucked love marks under your jaw. Your hands went to her sides, drawing her closer, skating over the soft fabric until you reached her breasts. The tulle of your dresses rustled together as she dipped her head to kiss your chest, her tongue ghosting between the deep v of your neckline.

“I’m not finished with you yet, lover,” she said gently, though the glint in her eyes was unmistakable. She put her mouth to yours again, kissing you slowly, as her hand snaked up under your skirt between you.

“But, Lucy, you - ” you started to protest.

“Hush, darling,” she said, nipping at your bottom lip. “Let me make you cum again, please.”

You sucked in a breath as she slowly eased two fingers into you, taking her time. Your hips rocked closer to her as she started a steady rhythm, her thumb circling your sensitive clit.

“Is this ok?” she asked. “Not too much?”

“No,” you breathed, running your hands over her, tangling your fingers in her hair. “It might - fuck - might take a second for me to - ”

“Don’t worry,” she said, easing your slight embarrassment. A second orgasm right after your first always took you longer as the oversensitivity wore off, but the feel of her fingers in you was agonizingly wonderful. 

“Take your time,” she said. “I’ll go easy.”

True to her word, she worked you slowly as your body warmed to your arousal again, and sooner than you would have been able to manage on your own, you were rocking against her hand as she pushed into you and deepened her touch.

“That’s it,” she said, feeling you respond to her touch. “Good girl.”

You gave a breathy moan as you lifted your hips to take her fingers deeper. “‘M close,” you whined. “Lucy, gonna cum, gonna - oh, Christ - ”

She kissed you as you came and you moaned against her mouth, riding her fingers through your orgasm. She pulled her hand from between your legs when you were spent and popped them in her mouth.

“Absolutely divine,” she said with a sigh. “God, you’re so good. You’re perfect. Can’t believe I’ve made it this long without getting to taste you.”

You felt yourself blush with more than warmth and arousal. “Lucy,” you said bashfully.

She gave you a sweet smile and kissed you gently, differently than before. “Oh, you’re so beautiful,” she cooed. She kissed all over your face, making you giggle. “Such a darling little thing, aren’t you?”

You put your hand to her face and drew her to kiss your mouth again, carding your other hand through her hair. “Can I do you, now?”

She laughed. “If you want, lovely.” She guided your hand from her face down to her waist, gathering up her dress and letting you slip your hand under.

You raised a brow, hesitating before touching her like you so desperately wanted to. “Are you sure? You don’t want to switch places?”

She grinned. “I like it standing up very much, but I’m afraid I don’t quite trust my legs. If that’s alright with you.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” you said, giving her a deep, long kiss before putting your hand between her legs.

You swore breathlessly at the same time she bit her lip and moaned; you traced your fingers over her panties and felt how wet she was through the fabric. She started to rock against your fingers almost involuntarily, seeking friction; you gave her what she wanted rubbed her clit through her panties.

“Shit, Jesus, fuck,” she bit out, both of her hands on your shoulders to steady herself, her fingers gripping tight enough to leave bruises.

You couldn’t help a soft laugh. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“No,” she gasped, “but I’ll kiss you with it if you keep that up, please.”

You obliged her and pushed her panties aside, rubbing deep circles over her clit, kissing her shoulder as she whined with your every movement.

“You sound so pretty,” you said, kissing her neck. “Gorgeous thing.”

She muffled her moan against you. “Want your fingers,” she said, panting. “Please, baby, need them in me.”

You could tell she didn’t want to be teased, and you pushed two fingers into her and set to a quick pace. She whined as she threw her head back, practically bouncing on your fingers, chasing her high. 

“Jesus,” you breathed, feeling yourself get wet again just looking at her. Her expression was beautifully desperate, moans tumbling from between her kiss-swollen lips. 

“Gonna come, baby,” she gasped. “Oh, please, yes, yes - oh, fuck.”

You saw her expression change to complete blissed-out pleasure the same time you felt her tighten around your fingers, and you couldn’t help a moan of your own as she rode out her orgasm.

“God damn,” she breathed when she was spent, releasing her punishing grip on your shoulders. Like she had before, you put your fingers in your mouth and tasted her. She thanked you with deep, feverish kisses, both of you steadying your breathing and leaning on each other.

“Thank you,” she said. “You were perfect.”

“Couldn’t have been better than you were,” you said. You helped her up to sit next to you on the couch, and she moved until she was practically on your lap, wanting to be close to you as you kept kissing her.

“Maybe we should make this a more regular thing,” she said with a soft laugh.

You brushed her hair back from her face, gazing up at her blissed-out expression, drinking in how beautiful she was in the firelight.

“I’d love that,” you said gently.

She smiled. “I’d love that too,” she said. She twined her fingers with yours and kissed you in a way that told you she was happy to sit here all night and keep kissing you, and you couldn’t think of anything else you’d rather do more.

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[angrylizardjacket]

i’ll be in the front row {Joe Mazzello}

Anon asked: lil prompt I thought of while doing my laundry: imagine meeting Joe while you’re both doing your laundry at a laundromat. it’s nyc, so apartments with full wash & dryer are hard to come by. joe is always running lines with himself, and you both sometimes loan each other quarters when one of you runs out.

Anon asked: tbh I don’t have anything specific to request, but I am begging you to please write more for Joe. srsly you write him so well & he deserves more content!!! 🐚 

A/N: 3269 words. my little garbage brain had to yell at me not to write this like the laundry scene from Dr Horrible. BIG FLUFF. set around undrafted. hope you enjoy. PLEASE leave feedback!! i love this so so very much omfg.

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You always see him on Sundays, eleven in the morning, like clockwork. Dark sunglasses, fancy backpack, but nondescript clothes; sweater and jeans, baseball jersey and jeans, laundry day clothes if you’ve ever seen them. He’s a little familiar, but you’re not sure why. Sometimes he’s wearing a cap, but not with any sort of consistency, at least not in the six months since you’d been coming there. 

For the record, you’re not staring, he’s the only person who comes in at the exact same time as you, give or take fifteen minutes, and he, like you, always waits for his laundry. It’s only been in the past few months that you’d even started recognizing each other, smiling and giving the other a wave across the machines. It’s harmless, it’s people watching, it’s routine.

One morning, he’s sitting on his washing machine, with a pen in his mouth and a stack of papers in one hand. His usual sunglasses are propped up on his head, which isn’t an unusual occurrence when he reads - is it weird that you know that? Kind of. He’s highlighting something, mouthing whatever he’s reading too fast for you to catch, and anyways, you’re trying not to stare. You’re half paying attention to a kitschy game on your phone since your washing is almost done, and you heave your damp clothes into the dryer.

“Damnit,” patting your pockets again, and searching through your change, you can’t help but scowl and come to an annoying conclusion. All you have is a fifty, and the change machine in the laundromat only spits out quarters.

“You okay?” It’s the guy with the script, your quiet laundry buddy, looking at you with slight concern, pen still in his mouth.

“Yeah,” you huff a sigh, putting on a strained smile, “two quarters short for the dryer.” Usually you had smaller bills, or just remembered to bring the right change, “can you watch my stuff while I go to the gas station to get change?”

“I can cover two quarters,” he offers easily with a slight smile, pulling the pen from his mouth and putting it, the highlighter, and the stack of papers, onto the dryer after he jumps from it. You stumble through trying to brush him off and refuse graciously, but he’s already elbow-deep in his backpack, telling you it’s no trouble.

“I owe you,” you say with half a laugh, and he shares in your amusement.

“Yeah, I’ll hold you to that,” he replies with an amiable sarcasm, which has you laughing. After you start the dryer, however, you turn back and he’s regarding you with a frown, leaning on the washing machine with his stuff in it.

“Do I have something on my face?” You ask with surprising uncertainty, and he’s quick to clear the frown from his face as he shakes his head.

“No, it’s just kind of weird that we’ve been coming here for so long but never... like, spoken.” He muses, and you feel yourself growing surprised. He offers his hand. “Joe.”

“Y/N,” you say, shaking his hand firmly, and he quietly repeats your name back to himself, like he’s committing it to memory. Something warms in your chest, and you can’t help but look at the stack of papers he’d been focusing intently on, “may I ask what you’re working on?” And he looks confused for the barest moment, quickly followed by excitement, and then what you recognize as him very deliberately restraining that excitement into something more polite.

“It’s a script,” and he kind of sounds... apologetic?

“And...?” You prompt, before backpeddling, “I mean, if you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine, I mean we technically just met -” and he’s waiving you off goodnaturedly.

“No, I know, I know,” he assures, “I just... another white guy writing a script in New York?” He makes a face, “get a real personality, am I right?” He laughs self-deprecatingly, but it seems to hit a little too close to home for him, and his expression falls. It’s a sentiment he’s been on the receiving end of far too many times.

“What’s it about?” You ask, gentle and genuinely curious, and his eyebrows raise in surprise as he meets your gaze. Tentatively hopeful, he explains that he’s on the fourth draft of it, that it’s loosely based on his brother’s experiences trying to make it into the Major Leagues in baseball. Most of it goes over your head, but you can’t help but be intrigued. 

“I’m not super big into baseball,” you admit as he’s winding down, “but it sounds awesome, dude; let me know when it’s in theaters and I’ll be in the front row.” He grins at that.

You exchange phone numbers a month later, the pair of you getting take out at the fast food joint across the road from the laundromat, so you could still at least keep somewhat of an eye on your clothes. He’s in between drafts of the script, and they’re actually in preproduction, and you realise oh, he’s actually serious about this.

“See, that’s the difference,” you tell him, leaning your elbows on the table and pointing a finger at him, “the difference is that you follow through.”

“What?” He laughs, not yet following your train of thought.

“Every other white guy in New York could write a script, but none of them would follow through and get it made; you’re ambitious, Joe.”

“I’m not ambitious, I’m just lucky,” he shrugs, a blush creeping up his cheeks, but you won’t let it slide.

“Luck will only get you so far,” you tut, and he gives you a strange look.

“Have you... never seen Jurassic Park?”

“When I was younger,” you shrugged.

“Or The Social Network?”

“I’ve really been meaning to, why?” 

“No reason,” Joe shakes his head with a disbelieving grin, and doesn’t bring it up again.

A few weeks later, he’s late by almost a full half an hour, which you’re not particularly bothered by, you get the impression that he’s a busy guy, but he runs in, laundry basket in hand, apologizing breathlessly. 

“No need to apologise,” you tell him with a bright smile, putting your phone away, “everything okay?”

“Budget meeting ran late,” he explains, gracelessly lumping his clothes into the washing machine and throwing a few tide pods in along with them, “filming’s so close, I just lost track of time.”

“Oh, shit really? Wait have you already cast it?” You asked with a surprisingly genuine excitement; over the weeks, you’ve become rather invested in this project.

“Yeah, didn’t I tell you?” He asked with a grin, “casting was finalized two weeks ago; we start rehearsals next Saturday.”

“That’s so exciting!” You enthused, before laughing, “anyone I’d recognize?” And it’s mostly a joke, but Joe gives pause, evaluating you before he pushes start on his washing machine.

“I don’t know,” he answers genuinely, before conceding, “I mean, apart from me -”

“Acting, writing, and directing; does that make you a triple threat?” You asked coyly, and he breaks out into grin.

“And producing,” he reminds, and you make an impressed noise, nodding.

“Quadruple threat, excuse me.”

“But honestly, I don’t know if you’d recognize them; do you know,” and he goes back to the topic at hand, frowning a little, “Aaron Tveit?” You’re a little speechless, before answering.

“Not personally,” you find yourself answering, which gets Joe to laugh, “shit, dude, from Broadway?” And Joe’s wearing a proud little smile when he nods in confirmation, “and the Les Mis movie?”

“The very same,” Joe agrees, and your mouth hangs agape, “I told you, this is a real movie, I’m not filming this in my backyard,” after a beat, he licks his lips and jumps to sit on the washing machine, “have you seriously never googled me?”

“Why would I?” You asked, and he huffs a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head again in that way that you don’t quite understand. “Should I?” You finally ask, and Joe shrugs, smiling bright and carefree. He’s even swinging his legs, ankles crossed.

“I’m not a murderer, if that’s what’s got you worried,” he muses with a surprisingly carefree grin, “I mean, I’m kind of glad that you haven’t, it means you actually like me for me, you know?”

“Of course I do,” you answer automatically, and Joe’s expression turns fond, “I really like you, dude,” you explain, “I’m kind of in awe of what you’re accomplishing.” And you mean it with your whole heart, “if you’d prefer I didn’t google you, I won’t; I don’t make a habit of googling my friends, I won’t start with you.” When you say this, something about him relaxes, and he hops off the washing machine.

“Wanna grab lunch?” He asks with a smile, which you mirror without hesitation, and agree.

They’re filming out of state, which Joe tells you the week before he leaves, and you hadn’t realised how much you would miss him until the first Sunday rolls around, and you’re sitting in the laundromat alone.

Your phone goes off with a notification at exactly eleven.

It’s a photo of Joe and Aaron Tveit in baseball jerseys, covered in dirt, grinning.

[HOLY SHIT] you send back, following it up with [IS THAT] and then you wait a moment before adding [QUADRUPLE THREAT JOE MAZZELLO??] 

[christ 😳😅🥰] he sends back, and something about his restrained but still obviously flustered response has your heart skip a beat. [is it weird that i miss the laundromat?]

[yes 😂]

[and you of course i miss you too] he’s quick to follow it up with, and your own smile grows wider. You take a photo of the empty laundromat and draw in a terrible stick figure impression of him and send it back.

[miss u too haha] and you give pause before sending [hey if u ever wanna send other prod photos.......] [u don’t just have to send them on sunday]

[you haven’t signed an NDA 😂]

[joseph who am i gonna tell??]

[your other friends idk]

[my lips are ZIPPED 🤐] [photos for personal use only]

[personal use????? 😘😘]

[dont be GROSS]

[but i wanna be gross!!]

So now you’re flustered in the middle of the laundromat, completely at a loss as to how to respond to that. 

[are u flirting with me joseph?] you send back, and you watch the three little typing dots as they hover for a very long time.

[only if you’re into it]

Oh. 

[the FIRST WEEK YOU’RE AWAY FROM THE LAUNDROMAT AND YOU’RE PULLING THIS SHIT] [i AM into it but fuck 😳😅]

[I’VE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU FOR WEEKS]

Oh!

[OH]

[THE FIRST WEEK I’M AWAY FROM THE LAUNDROMAT AND YOU FINALLY PICK UP ON IT???]

[go direct ur baseball movie 🥰😅] you send, and tuck your phone away, feeling rather like a fool, but a pleased fool nonetheless, and you’re grinning for the rest of the day.

Photos are exchanged often after that, usually selfies, or photos of where either of you were, what you were doing, the flirting turning absolutely less subtle with each day that passes until you’re just complimenting each other, and mentioning occasionally how you miss the other.

When he sends a photo of himself posing against the fence of the dugout in a way that showed off his ass, you can’t help but make it your lock screen, though it’s quickly followed by a video and a text that reads [i was told i have to send you this too,,, for context].

“This feels undignified,” says a strangely familiar voice from off-screen, presumably filming, while Joe was trying to ask for opinions on how he should pose.

“This is undignified,” comes someone else’s response, and the camera swings around to reveal an amused Tyler Hoechlin, opening a water bottle, “this Y/N must be real cute.” In the background, a few others, vaguely recognizable, all in baseball uniforms, snicker.

“They are!” Joe answered defiantly, grinning, one leg up against the wire, looking over his shoulder, “are you filming me?” The camera flips around and you get a pretty glorious angle directly up Aaron Tveit’s nose.

“No -”

The video stops abruptly, and you’re all but wheezing with laughter, though all you send back is;

[so worth it] [ur ass *chef’s kiss*]

[THANK YOU] [you get it] [knew there was a reason i liked you so much]

The moment he gets back to New York, he asks you out to dinner. Of course you say yes.

For your third date, he offers to cook you dinner, and watch a movie, prefaced with a question that you’re surprised he still asks; have you really not googled me? And the honest answer you always give: no.

His apartment has a lot of movie posters, of movies you’ve heard of but never seen, or seen when you were very little.

“Big movie buff, obviously,” you note with a little smile, and he raises his eyebrows in amusement at your observation. Even moreso when you excitedly coo about how you haven’t seen Jurassic Park in so long when he suggests it.

“Your self restraint is godlike, babe,” he snickers, and you’re not quite sure what he means, you’re kind of just happy to be here. 

He cooks dinner, and you both sit down in front of his alarmingly big TV, and you feel a warm rush of nostalgia at the opening. You’re eating quietly, watching with rapt attention, but you can feel Joe watching you expectantly. 

“What’s up?” You ask, turning to him, confused, and his smile grows a little wider, and his gaze flicks to the screen for a moment, and then back to you.

“Just waiting for it to click.”

“For what to click?” 

“Babe,” and he says it like he can’t quiet believe it, his gaze now focused on the screen where the kids, Tim and Lex, were being introduced, “that’s me.” And follow his gaze and holy shit. A lot of things start making a lot more sense.

He’s not sure what he’s expecting your reaction to be, but the way your face lights up, and the unbridled enthusiasm and compliments that pour out of you, was not it, but he’s definitely not complaining. 

“Wait!” Your eyes sparkle as you look around his apartment, the movie posters he had everywhere now having a completely different meaning, “all these...?”

“Every single one,” he agrees, a little abashed, suddenly humble, and you grin when you finally look back at him.

“I didn’t think I could be more awed by you, but dude,” you enthused, “that’s cool as hell! You’re cool as hell!” But you take a deep breath, putting your plates onto the coffee table, sitting as close to him as you could, “but I would have thought the world on you even if you hadn’t done any of this,” and he tries to brush it off, but you’re adamant, “no, I mean it, I like you for you, Joe, not for what you’ve done, but... for who you are.”

“You’re gonna make me blush,” he shoots for serious, but misses entirely thanks to his pleased little smile.

“Good,” you tell him seriously, and kiss both of his pink cheeks before kissing him. Your dinner might get a little cold after that, but you can always reheat it. 

You comfort him over the weeks it takes to edit him film, Undrafted, though he’ll never let you see too much of the final product; he wants you to see it in cinemas first.

It’s still kind of surreal to you that Joe Mazzello is both a movie star, and your boyfriend. He’s still friends with Laura Dern, and he also spends eight dollars a week at a laundromat to wash his clothes. Bizarre. But you kind of like how down-to-earth he is. 

What’s more bizarre is when he invites you to the red carpet premiere of his movie.

“Me?” You squeaked, and he seemed a little confused at your hesitation, his hands on your shoulders.

“You,” he nodded slowly, not understanding why you’re suddenly nervous.

“For real?”

“Yeah, of course I want you there; you said so yourself, you’d be in the front row, right?” He smiled a little and you could feel your heart melt.

“You remember that?”

“Of course I do,” he tells you gently, “it’s one of the reasons I liked you in the first place.” He’s so earnest; you agree easily.

The red carpet is a whole other world, you find, dressed to the nines, styled by someone you don’t know, cameras flashing in your face -

“Is this Y/N?” Tyler Hoechlin is saying your name. What universe is this? Joe was blushing furiously with his arm around you as the cast made their way over.

“Finally, a face for a name,” and that’s Aaron Tveit; you have to remind yourself not to get star struck. Instead, you smile and offer your hand to them both, which they shake, smiling and greeting you warmly. 

“Don’t embarrass me, you assholes,” Joe warned, though his tone was amused, and the others chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Mister Director,” Aaron assured.

“You’re good at doing that on your own,” Tyler added, and Joe gave him the finger, but held you a little tighter. 

“Did he send you the video of when he asked me to take that photo? You know the one,” Aaron asked, and you straightened your posture, grinning brightly.

“With an ass like his, I don’t know why you’d think it’s undignified,” you said loftily, and there was a beat as everyone took in what you said.

“I fucking love you,” Joe half laughed, pulling you in for a kiss.

“You’re good,” Tyler snorted, shaking his head with a grin, and Aaron was just straight-up laughing. The rest of the cast took to you easily, though most of the in-jokes among them went over your head, by Joe’s side, you never really felt left out. 

The theater itself was cool and dark, but you could feel the whole cast and crew thrumming with excitement and nervous energy, and Joe gave your hand a squeeze where your fingers were interlaced. 

It’s clear he’d poured his heart and soul into the movie, his fingerprints were all over every aspect of it, and you couldn’t quite believe you were watching it all finally completed; it had been almost a year since you’d first asked him about it, and now, here you were, hand in hand with him at the premiere. 

As the credits rolled, as the crowd clapped, and you along with them, you found yourself speechless. Joe, quiet and surprisingly nervous, turns to you.

“What’d you think?” His voice is quiet, uncertain, and you all but tackle him across the armrest, kissing him until you’re both breathless.

“I’m so proud of you,” you gasp against his lips, “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” his voice is gentle as he takes your face in his hands, but you shake your head.

“You could have, babe, you absolutely could have, you’ve got so much ambition and talent -”

“I didn’t want to do it without you,” he admits in a rush, and you freeze, eyes on his, “I mean it.” And you’re kissing him again, hoping he can feel the pride and love that’s flowing through you. There’s an afterparty to get to, drinks with the cast and crew, and a comfortable bed waiting after that, you know, but you can’t help but bask in this one moment together, just a little longer.

[thosequeenboys]

Ben: He’s wearing that outfit just to drive me insane. We had so much fun hanging out last night. Sigh. Ok just focus on Brian...

Joe: What’s with the baggy pants on that body? He was so damn cute when I dragged him out dancing last night. I’m...thinking of Brian...

Brian: When will these two dorks get their heads out of their arses and admit they are perfect together?? Must I do everything??!! 🙄

[21st-centuryliability]

What Would You Do If I Told You I Love You? (Ben Hardy x Reader) - Part Six (1/2)

A/N: Sorry this took so long 😬

Warnings: None really, a little teasing and making out but that’s all ...oh there’s a lot of needy Ben 😏

Summary: Basically Ben dating a fan :P

It didn’t take long after your trip away for you to be moved into Ben’s place. In fact Ben was eager to start moving your stuff in on the way home from the cabin but you managed to talk him down.

“That’s it!” Ben grinned “You’re officially moved in!”

“Woo!” You cheered as Ben’s arms snuck around you from behind, pulling your body in against his. 

“Now you can never leave me again” Ben chuckled as he kissed the top of your head gently swaying you in his arms. 

“I mean you did put a ring on it” You smiled as you played with the ring on your finger. 

“That’s because I liked it” Ben held you tighter as you both laughed at the poor Beyoncé joke you had both made. 

While you might have seemed happy and laughing on the outside you were almost opposite inside. Ben only thought to tell you that Joe had flown over to visit the night before you were then going out for a meal, not just Ben and Joe but Gwilym too. It’s not like they were complete strangers to you, you had often joined Ben when they had their weekly Skype catch up but actually meeting them in person seemed daunting.

“Are you sure they’re alright with me coming along?” You asked Ben for the 100th time. 

“How many more times are you gonna ask me that?” Ben smiled as he fathed around to make sure everything was tidy “They can’t wait to meet you” 

“As long as you’re sure, I don’t have to go if you don’t want me too, if you just want it to be you and the boys” You rambled earning a quiet chuckle from Ben before being enveloped in a hard to escape bear hug. 

“I want you beside me” Ben looked down at you with a sweet smile “you’re my fiancée remember” 

“Hmm still not used to hearing that” You replied with a giggle, standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle kiss to Ben’s lips. 

“Well it won’t be long before I’ll be calling you my wife” Ben smiled as you buried your face in his shoulder.

“I suppose I better let you go pick up Joe” You looked up a Ben with a pout, not wanting to let go of him. 

“Me aaaand ......Mrs Jones!” Ben started to sing as he swayed you in his arms “We got a thing going on”

“Hey we’re not married yet!” You looked up at him “and you do know what that song is about right?”

“Ah we will be and yes I do know” Ben gave you one last kiss as he pulled away “I better go get Joe ...I won’t be long”

As Ben darted out the door you took yourself to the bedroom to get ready ...or as ready as you could be. Trying to piece together an outfit and almost wanting to give up. Just as you finally came to a decision Ben arrived home with Joe. You were hesitant to leave the bedroom, worried that you’d see Joe and freak out or that Ben would suddenly start acting differently around him. 

“We’re back my love” Ben called out as you plucked up the courage to find him. 

“Honey we’re home” You heard Joe tease. 

“Oi shut it” Ben bit back as you made yourself known “There you are!”

“I was getting ready” You spoke quietly “Hey Joe”

“Hey it’s nice to finally meet you in person” Joe stepped forward to bring you into a hug completely catching you off guard. 

“You too” You replied awkwardly as you pulled away almost itching to be beside Ben. 

“Right now you two have introduced yourselves I’m gonna quickly change before we go again” Ben smiled before darting off the bedroom. 

After a minute or two of awkward silence as both you and Joe sat on the sofa waiting you decided to check on Ben. 

“Hey I’ll be out in a minute, what’s up?” Ben smiled as he straightened out his t-shirt. 

“Nothing I’m fine” You tried to hide with a smile but at this point you couldn’t hide anything from him.

“I know you’re not, what’s going on?” Ben asked again reaching for his jacket on the bed. 

“I don’t know, I guess I’m a little nervous” You shrugged as Ben took your hands in his to pull you closer. 

“Really? You know the boys?” Ben was trying his best to soothe you and calm you down, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. 

“Meeting them in real life is a little different to talking to them over Skype Ben” You reminded.

“I get that, it’ll be alright though” Ben hands travelled to your hips, tugging at them to meet his. 

“Yeah I guess” You sighed with a smile “I just feel a little out of place that’s all”

“What do you mean?” Ben replied brushing the loose strands of hair from your eyes. 

“Well you three are well known celebrities and I’m ...well I’m just me” You looked down to avoid eye contact with Ben. 

“That doesn’t mean you’re not as important ...in fact you’re more important” Ben smiled sweetly, his finger gently lifting your chin to allow your eyes to meet his “I love you no matter what alright?”

“I love you too” You replied as you leant in for one last hug “Do I look ok?”

“Babe you could be wearing a bin bag and I’d still think you’re beautiful, please stop worrying” Ben chuckled as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

After the pep talk from Ben you finally went back out to Joe who had been sat on the sofa waiting silently for the two of you to return. 

“I was starting to think you’d never come out of there” Joe teased as you walked out with Ben closely behind. 

“Shall we get going then?” Ben smiled as you all made your way out, letting Joe walk ahead so he could check in with you, holding your hand tightly in his “If you need to take a minute just let me know”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine but thank you” You smiled up at him leaning against his arm.

As you walked up to the restaurant you came face to face with the final member of the party and god he was taller than you thought. After the boys had their little reunion you were finally introduced to Gwil. 

“Y/N, Gwil ...Gwil, Y/N!” Ben quickly introduced you. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you ...and know that Ben’s fiancée actually exists” Gwil wound up Ben making you laugh. 

“Oi careful!” Ben chuckled, his hand glued to the bottom of your back. 

“Surprised he got that far” You decided to join in much to Ben’s surprise.

“Hey you’re supposed to be on my side” You felt Ben’s fingertips squeeze your side. 

“Y/N is a keeper Ben!” Gwil grinned.

“Why do you think I asked her to marry me?” Ben chuckled as you smiled, maybe this won’t be as awkward as you thought after all. 

“Are we going in then or not?” Joe asked clearly more focused on the rumbling in his stomach than the conversation that was going on. 

Upon entering the restaurant the four of you were guided to a booth, slightly away from the rest of the restaurant. 

“You first my love!” Ben let you sit down first before sitting down next to you, his arm resting gently at the bottom of your back like before as he glanced over the menu. 

After ordering more drinks, starters were finished and main courses were arriving the boys jumped straight into asking questions. 

“So how did you two meet? If you don’t mind me asking?” Gwil asked curiously as he cut up the food on his plate.

“Well we...” You started explaining as Ben cut in. 

“She saw me naked!” Ben smirked as your hands instantly came up to cover your face.

“Ben!” You nudged him.

“Erm...” Joe replied with a mouthful of food.

“I’m sorry what?” Gwil smiled as Ben chuckled. 

“We met at a coffee shop” You tried to hide your embarrassment but Ben was making it difficult “but the naked thing is true”

“We’re gonna need a little more than that” Gwil laughed.

“Seen as Ben brought it up I think Ben should explain” You turned to look at Ben  trying to eat his food and starting to regret his decision to bring up the incident.

“Ah fine, she saw me in The Judas Kiss ...where I was naked” Ben refused to make eye contact with the boys.

“See that makes more sense” Gwil chuckled.

“Yeah for a second I thought you were gonna tell us you were naked in the coffee shop” Joe replied almost making you choke on your drink with his response. 

“Trust you to come up with something like that Joe” Ben shook his head as you tried to clear your throat “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, Joe caught me off guard that’s all” You replied with one last cough. 

“Well I’m glad you wasn’t” Joe laughed as you finished up the last of your food.

“So when’s the wedding?” Gwil teased earning a grumble from Ben. 

“We’ve only just got engaged” You smiled, your hand on Ben’s thigh under the table, drawing patterns with your fingertips. 

“Yeah give them time” Joe gave Ben a smirk “I’m gonna be your best man though right?” 

“Jesus Christ” Ben chuckled his arm behind you on the back of the seat  “Can we talk about something else?”

“Yeah we haven’t really started thinking about that yet” You smiled at Ben as you spoke “We just want to enjoy being engaged for a little while first”

“Sure do my love” Ben smiled sweetly, his arm dropping down from the back of the seat to your waist, his fingertips moving softly. 

“We have decided one thing actually” 

“Really? What is it?” Gwil asked curiously finishing up the last mouthful of his meal. 

“Am I best man?” Joe grinned. 

“Joe!” Ben laughed 

“I’m going to take Ben’s real name rather than his stage name” You looked up at Ben who was looking over you with nothing but adoration. 

“Awh that’s really sweet” Gwil smiled “You two are so precious”

“Thanks mate” Ben’s voice was low and husky as he pulled you into his side. In that moment Ben was completely and utterly distracted and absorbed by you, wanting nothing more than to hold you against him and smother you with kisses but he knew he’d have to wait.

Before long you had all finished your main courses and it was safe to say you were all stuffed ...although that didn’t stop the waitress asking if you wanted dessert. 

“Would you like to the see the dessert menu?” The waitress asked as you all let out a small grumble.

“I don’t know about you guys but I think I’ll pass on dessert” Ben leant back in his seat.

“Me too” You replied leaning back and into Ben’s side.

“Yeah I think we’ll just have the bill if that’s alright?” Gwil smiled at the waitress before she darted off to the till. 

After figuring out how much everyone owed on the bill with Ben refusing to let you pay for your food it was time to say goodbye. 

“Are you ok getting back Gwil?” Ben asked.

“Yeah the hotel Im staying at isn’t far from here” Gwil replied “What about you Joe?”

“You’re welcome to crash at ours and Ben can take you back to your hotel in the morning?” You offered, Ben showing signs he wasn’t too pleased by the idea. 

“If that’s alright? It would be easier” Joe smiled “Thank you”

“It’s not a problem” It felt weird inviting someone to stay at yours AND Ben’s flat although it had always felt more like home than your old place. 

After saying goodbye to Gwil and making the journey back home, Ben was eager to spend time alone with you. 

“We can set up the spare room for you if you like?” You offered as Joe threw himself on the sofa. 

“Ah the couch is fine” Joe smiled as Ben darted off.

“Heres a pillow and blanket” Ben smiled as he came back, pretty much throwing the bedding at Joe. 

“Thanks” Joe chuckled as you rolled your eyes at Ben. 

“You know where the kitchen is if you need anything and the bathroom is just down there” You smiled as Ben’s hands found your hips.

“See you guys in the morning, sleep well” Joe replied as he made up his bed on the sofa. 

“Goodnight Joe” You smiled as Ben slowly started to walk you towards your bedroom. 

“Night mate” Ben called out as you reached the bedroom door, opening it with one hand as he held you with other gently pushing you into the room. 

“What’s going on with you tonight?” You laughed quietly as Ben kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket to the side. 

“I just want some alone time with you” Ben tugged at your hips, bringing your body flush against his peppering kisses down your neck and along your shoulder. 

“Don’t you think we should get ready for bed first?” You spoke softly as Ben looked up at you before stepping back and stripping down to his underwear making you laugh a little “Give me five minutes”

“Don’t keep me waiting” Ben’s voice was low and husky as he walked round to his side of the bed to sit down, pulling the duvet back as he leant back against the headboard watching you as you undressed from your clothes from the evening and into one of Ben’s old tshirts that you had adopted as your own. Just as you finished removing your make up and tying your hair you turned to face Ben. 

“You were watching me the entire time weren’t you?” You raised your eyebrow at your fiancé smiling sweetly and giving you the lethal puppy eyes.

“Baby please come to bed now” Ben didn’t deny that he had been watching you. 

“Are you ok?” You looked at him a little concerned as you laid down next to him. 

“I’m fine” Ben smiled as he laid to face you, propped up on his elbow with his head resting in his hand as he looked over you. 

“Someone’s a little needy tonight huh?” You reached up to cup his face in your hand.

“A little” Ben mumbled as he leant over you, your lips meeting in the middle as his hand trailed up and down your side, lowering his body on top of yours under the duvet, as you became engulfed in his warmth. 

“What are you thinking about?” You spoke quietly as you brushed Ben’s hair from his face before wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Almost everything” Ben smiled as he caressed your cheek, tucking your hair behind you ear. 

“Uh oh?” You looked at Ben a little concerned.

“All good things” He chuckled.

“Please tell me?” You asked although Ben not being one to talk about feelings tried to distract you, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck placing kisses as his fingers played with the waistband of your underwear “Ben?”

“It’s nothing” He mumbled as he continued his attack, the kisses on your neck growing more passionate and more forceful. 

“May I remind you that Joe is asleep on the sofa just down the hall?” You giggled a little as Ben just shrugged it off.

“That makes it more fun” Ben chuckled in your ear, his kisses were bound to leave a mark and you knew it “Trying to keep quiet will make it more of a challenge” 

“We’re not doing anything while Joe is here” You smiled at your fiancé who clearly had the devil in his eyes “Anyway I want to hear about these good things you were thinking about?”

[bennyboyjones]

Sunday Morning (Ben Hardy)

a/n: i feel like i’ve been working on this for ages bc i couldn’t decide if i wanted it to be fluff or smut--so it’s both lol

what it is: boyfriend!ben fluff and smut

word count: 1k

MASTERLIST

It was a hazy Sunday morning; you opened your eyes to see the early morning light filter in through the cream colored curtains you had forced him to buy and you could hear the birds chirping as they fluttered upon the tree just outside the slightly cracked window. 

You felt Ben’s arms tighten around you as he buried his face further into the crook of your neck, pulling you closer to his chest. His breath tickled the nape of your neck as he sighed in content. 

You could feel him growing hard against you and you moved your bum against him, pulling a small groan from him. His thumb brushed over your breast which was covered by the thin material of the t-shirt you stole from one of his drawers the night before. 

“Mornin’, baby,” he left a small peck on your shoulder. 

You turned around in his arms so that your noses were touching, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist. You pressed your lips softly to his, “Good morning.” 

He slipped his hand under your t-shirt and brushed his fingertips along your lower back, right above the band of your panties. You lifted a hand up and caressed his cheek, his stubble scratching softly at the pads of your fingers. He kissed you again, longer, and sighed when your thigh rubbed against his bulge. The hand that was under your t-shirt slipped underneath your panties and he gave your bum a small squeeze. 

“So, this is the kind of morning we’re having.” It was more of a statement than a question and he smirked in response. 

He kissed you deeply as you moved your thigh against him. He moved his other hand up your back and tanged with the hair at the back of your neck as he pushed you into him gently, slipping his tongue past your lips. Both of your hands were against the smooth skin of his chest and you sighed, feeling warmth spread between your thighs. He slipped his hand from your bum to the front of you, sliding it down until his forefinger brushed against the hood of your clit. His fingers moved on your mound lazily and you moaned, letting your forehead fall against his. 

After a few moments, he used one hand to pull down your panties and you wriggled out of them, losing them underneath the covers. You tugged his down and he kicked them off before you climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, your folds wet against his length. 

He groaned softly as you rocked your hips lightly, rubbing yourself against him. You leaned forward, resting your weight on both hands on either side of his head as he lined himself up with your center and then guided you down with his hands on your hips under the t-shirt you hadn’t bothered to take off. You rocked your hips back and forth slowly, still rather tired, and closed your eyes as you tried to adjust to him. 

One of his hands stayed on your hips as the other reached up under your shirt and pulled at your nipple. He then used both hands to roam your body; they were cold against your warm skin and you shivered slightly as they brushed over your ribcage and your already erect nipples. 

“Fuck, baby,” he sighed when you started to lazily circle your hips. He reached around to your back and pulled you down into him, so that your bare chest was pressed against his, your t-shirt bunched up under your chin. One of your hands rested on the side of his neck while the other was on his side and you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as the friction built between your clit and his skin. 

“Ben,” you breathed out, feeling your orgasm build. 

“C’mon, love,” he encouraged you, slightly bucking his hips every time you rocked yours forward. He kissed the side of your head as your hand delicately tightened around the side of his neck and your fingernails dug into where your other hand rested on his side. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” you groaned as your vision went white and Ben gripped your body tightly, holding you to him as your body shook softly, your moans muffled by his shoulder. 

You continued moving your hips as you came down and Ben’s moans built, his chest rising and falling rather quickly. You could tell he was close since seeing you and feeling you come undone around him always seemed to push him over the edge, so you sped up your hips and he buried his face in your hair.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he mumbled as he came undone inside of you. You didn’t stop moving until his hands moved to your hips, letting you know that he had fully come down. You tried to move but he held you down and wrapped his arms around you. 

“No, don’t move.” He murmured. “Let’s go back to sleep.”

You laughed lightly, “Don’t you think we should clean up first?” You felt him shake his head ‘no’. “C’mon, babe. I’ll do it for you?” 

He sighed and let his arms drop from around you reluctantly. You crawled off of him slowly before heading into the bathroom and cleaning yourself up. You took the towel and walked back to where Ben was laying, eyes closed, hands still down at his sides where they had landed after releasing you. You smiled at how sweet he looked and started to clean him up. He mumbled a soft “thank you” when you were done. 

You threw the towel on the floor and climbed back in bed. You went to go and lay at his side but he stopped you. “No,” he tugged at your arm, his eyes still closed. “Like before.”

You climbed back on top of him, your legs on either side of his waist, your hips pressed against his and laid your head in the crook of his neck. One of his hands rested on your thigh and the other held you to him. He moved to place a soft kiss on your head, “‘Night, love.”

“‘Night, Ben.” You smiled before closing your eyes, knowing that sunday mornings would always be your favorite.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

My #1 fan; Ben Hardy x child sister reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well here I am with yet another BoRhap boy story, this time it's of Ben Hardy (god it's been FOREVER since I wrote a story of Benny boi) but here it is. Now this is a Big Brother!Ben fic so unlike the last time there is NO ROMANCE, JUST FLUFFY PLATONIC GOODNESS THAT I CAN DISH UP!!!! Also in this fic I would like to point out that I do NOT OWN WORLD OF DANCE!! IT BELONGS TO J-LO AND NBC and all the people involved with the making of this amazing dance competition (if you haven't heard of it, go check it out the recent season is out NOW!!) Also watch the video links (from actual previous competitors on the show) to get a feel of what I'm seeing for the dances cause I am NOT  dancer so I do not know all the moves that you dancers do out there, but I hope you all still enjoy this fic :)

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God it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve seen each other.  From the time I got my first real American movie role in X-men Apocalypse, everything just seemed to fold right before me.  From my biggest success of Bohemian Rhapsody (where I became best friends with probably the three greatest guys in the world), followed by the Netflix movie 6 Underground with Ryan Reynolds (and yes he’s just as hilarious and humble as he presents himself).

My life has just exploded from there, I try to be home whenever I can but when I do, she’s just as busy as I am.  

Now that things have calmed down on my end and she’s preparing for an upcoming audition on a dance show, I can finally take the time to go see her (especially now since I’m in LA where she’s to audition). God I haven’t seen her in years, I wonder how she’s been?

“BENJAMIN!!!” Joe’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to him.

“Hmm what?”

“Geez mate you were really out of it back there. We’ve been trying to get your attention for like 10 minutes.” Gwil said as he sipped his beer.

“Oh sorry guys, I was just—thinking.”

“And just who was it that had your attention so badly that you tuned out from the rest of the world?” teased Rami.

“Benjamin Hardy are you cheating on me!? Oh my god you’re cheating! Who is it! What’s their name!?” Joe accused me.  I rolled my eyes as I shoved him.

“Is it a girl?” Rami asked.

“Oh great. Now I gotta get breast implants just to get you to notice me.” Joked Joe.  We all looked at him strangely and I said.

“Not in that way, but yes I am thinking about a girl. My sister actually.”

“Your sister? You—never mentioned a sister before.” Gwil said.

“I kinda like to keep her separate from my name.”

“What you guys don’t get along?” asked Joe.

“No, no we get along amazingly. We’re each other’s #1 fans. But ever since Bohemian Rhapsody everyone now knows my name. I don’t want people comparing the two of us and making her feel like I’m outshining her. That’s one of the other reasons why I changed my last name from Jones to Hardy.”

“Is she an actress too?” Rami asked with a head tilt.

“No, no. She’s a dancer actually.”

“A dancer? Fancy.” Joe said in a posh accent.

“What kind of dancing does she do?” Gwil said.

“Mostly contemporary. But she also does ballet and a bit of Hip-hop. This one competition she was on, she actually combined ballet and hip-hop together. Got 1st place for it, and was the youngest winner to ever win the Glasgow dance competition.” They all whistled.

“She must be good then, how old is she?”

“She was 7 years old.” They all gaped at me.

“You’re joking right?” Joe said with wide eyes and a gaped mouth.

“No, not at all. In fact in her ballet school where she trains, she’s actually the youngest student to have been chosen to get a full run scholarship to the London Academy for Dance. Once she’s 12 years old, they’ll give her the full ride.”

“Wait, wait, wait. How old is she now?” Gwil asked.

“She’s nine.”

“So they’re gonna hold onto her scholarship for another three years?” Rami said.  I nodded.

“Damn she must be good for them to do that.” Joe said with a sigh.

“She is. Fell in love with dancing at 2 years old and did her first pirouette within the first three months of joining her ballet school.”

“Geez, and my sister couldn’t do one till she was about 9.”

“Guess my sister’s got yours beat.” I teased to Joe.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah don’t rub it in.”

“So Ben, when was the last time you saw her?”

“Five years.” I said as I sipped my beer solemnly.

“Wait what? You haven’t seen your sister in five years!?” Joe gawked.

“I told you guys, ever since X-men it’s been one project after another. And even when I did have a break, she was out of state doing a competition either with her school or as a soloist. But—hopefully that’ll change in the next few weeks. She’s actually here in LA.”

“She is?” Rami said.  I nodded.

“Yeah. She’s auditioning for some sort of dance show they film here.”

“So you think you can dance is doing a junior competition now?” asked Joe.

“No not that one. It’s a recent one. They’ve only done like 3 or 4 seasons of it. I think it’s called Dancing world…..no World of Dance. That’s it.”

“Oh that show is awesome! I’ve auditioned for that show.” Joe bragged.

“No you haven’t.” Rami exclaimed at Joe’s lie.

“I’m serious I auditioned during their first 2 seasons. Couldn’t commit cause of obvious reasons.”

“I’m calling BS on that.” Gwil said as he leaned back.

“Uhh excuse me; who got the part of the Disco Deacy? Me. Who perfected the BAB dance? Me. I’m perfectly qualified to be a dancer. In fact why don’t we go see your little sis and she can be the judge!”

“What?”

“You heard me, right now! Let’s go see her!” Joe said as he downed his drink and stood up.

“Hang on guys……”

“Well besides of Joe’s reason, I think it’d be fair for us to meet your little sis. I mean we’ve practically seen each other’s siblings. You all met my twin Sami and my sis Jasmine.”

“I agree with Rami, and you all met my older brother at my engagement party.”

“And of course you all met John and Mary at the BoRhap premiere.” At this rate I knew I wasn’t going to win this argument.

“Fine. I—guess I’ll call up my mum and ask her where she’s rehearsing at.” I just hope (y/n) doesn’t mind having my friends come and see her rehearse.

Cause when she’s in rehearsal mode, she can be quite the little jumpy bug.

*My POV*

Two days.  I had two days till the Qualifier rounds for World of Dance.  I had my routine down to the T and my mum says it’s perfect (but she has to say that she’s my mum), however I’m still doubting myself on some of the moves, or if I’m not showing enough emotion (cause J-Lo loves herself some dancers who can convey emotion).

I was sitting in the rehearsal room having myself a break after rehearsing my dance for the past half hour.  I had this studio slotted for a 45min. rehearsal so I had about 15 minutes left to practice.

“I swear each time you dance your routine, you get more graceful every time.” Mum said as she came in with some lunch.

“Thanks mum, but is it good enough for the judges?”

“I know it is.” I chose not to respond to her. Like I said she has to say these things, but I know there are some flaws to my dance.  I didn’t stick the landing hard enough, I tripped up on the landing from the 540, my leg wasn’t straight enough with I lifted it outward, so many flaws. “Oh I forgot, there’s a little surprise waiting for you downstairs.”

“Mum I—I don’t know. I mean I haven’t even found out if I’ll make it into the next round.”

“Trust me love, you’ll like this surprise.” She raced over to the door and opened it and soon coming in my brother and his three friends from his film Bohemian Rhapsody.

“Benny!” I cheered as I hopped off my seat and raced right over to him.  A huge smile spread across his face as he extended his arms out and caught me as he picked me up and spun me around.

“Hey kiddo oh it’s been forever! Oh you’ve gotten so big since I last saw you.”

“I missed you Benny.”

“I missed you too kiddo. God you have no idea how much I missed you.” he said as he repeatedly kissed the top of my head.

“Your brother happened to be in LA so we planned a little surprise visit for you.” mum said as she closed the door.

“And I hope you don’t mind that I brought a few friends over.” Ben said as he gestured towards the three actors who starred with him on Bohemian Rhapsody.

“I don’t mind. I’ve heard so much about these guys that I figured it’s about time I met them in person.” He set me down and I walked up to the actor who played the legendary Freddie Mercury. “Rami Malek, right?”

“That is correct, and you must be his famous little dancing sister.”

“Well I wouldn’t call myself famous yet, but I hope to be one day.” We shook hands with each other.  I then moved onto the next one, the tallest out of all of them who even looked like Brian May even without the wig. “Now forgive me if I pronounce your name wrong, my Welsh isn’t that great. Is it—Gwilym.” I pronounced the “I” like I was saying “ice cream”.

“Close, it’s pronounced Gwilym. Think of the “wi” like will.”

“Right, sorry.”

“No worries—(Y/n) right?”

“Yeah.” We both shook hands with each other and I told him, “Can I just say, I thought you were phenomenal as Brian May.”

“Well thank you love, I take it you’re a Queen fan as well?”

“Yeah. You can thank Benny for that. He introduced me to the band when I was a little girl. I even did a dance routine to White Queen when I was around 4-5 years old.”

“Wow, if you remember it, we’d sure like to see it.” Rami said.

“I think I might remember it. Again it was a while ago so I might improvise something if I don’t remember the whole routine.”

“No problem there.” Rami said with a warm smile. I then moved on to the last actor who played (my personal favorite member of Queen, John Deacon).

“So you’re the famous Joe Mazzello that my brother won’t shut up about.”

“Sure am kid. And you’re the world time dance champion and scholarship holder for the best London dance academy ehh?”

“You could say that.”

“Well little missy I happen to be a dance champion too, and I challenge you to a dance off!” Already I could see Ben, Gwilym and Rami either shaking their heads or rolling their eyes as Joe’s proclamation.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with my brother would it?”

“And if it is?” questioned Joe in a challenging manner.

“No reason.” I shrugged. “Just hope you’re prepared to lose.” The guys all oooh in a challenging manner and that’s when Joe nodded along.

“Okay, okay little one. But I’m giving it all I got so you better watch out.” I gestured that the dancefloor was all his.  Gwil went over to the stereo and went through my Spotify app till he found the song that Joe wanted to dance to.

He chose Wham’s ‘Wake me up before you go-go’. I’ll admit he has some pretty good moves—for an amateur.  After doing a minute and a half of his little on the spot dance moves, he posed as he panted heavily.

“It was okay.” I shrugged.

“Okay?”

“Yeah I mean—it was…..cute. It was cute. For like an Instagram or TikTok video.”

“Okay then little miss Prima donna. Show me your little ballet moves.” Challenged Joe.  Oh he don’t know me very well, do he? I first took off my ballet shoes and put on my sneakers.

I told Gwilym which song to play and he nodded to me that he would wait till I was ready before he played the song.  I now stood in the middle of the room and took a deep breath before turning to Gwilym.  He nodded and pressed his finger on my phone to play the song and soon YG’s “One time coming” began playing.

Play video

With this song I unleashed my Hip-hop background. Poppin and locking my body when needed, going in time with the beat, even doing things with my limbs to which no one had ever seen (like this one move where I had my right arm out and only by moving my left index finger, either the upper or lower portion of my arm would move up).

The guys and my mum were amazed and just in awe at my dancing.  And when I did a little patterned tip-toe strut with my arms tucked in like duck wings, did I hear the guys exclaim and just flip out.  When my minute and a half dance break was over, I flipped my hair towards Joe telling him that he got owned.

In pure defeat, Joe collapsed to the ground and lay there dead while my brother came up and hoisted me onto his shoulder.

“The winner and undefeated champion of the dance. (Y/n) Jones!” I bowed and thanked the guys and my mum as they cheered. Benny set me back down on the ground just as Joe finally came up and revived himself.  I stood before him and he said.

“You surprise me kiddo. I accept defeat. Benjamin is yours.”

“Well he is my brother. But—we can share him.” At hearing that, Joe took me in his arms and spun me around thanking me repeatedly.

“Do you think whenever we get some free time, could you show me some stuff. I really liked that little tip-toe strut.”

“I learned it from a friend of mine whose into Hip-hop back at my school. In fact he competed on the first season of World of Dance he and his group. They didn’t win but they got to the Semi-finals.”

“That’s awesome. You really are the dance master. And I can’t wait to see what you bring to the World of Dance stage.”

“In fact (Y/n), can we see your routine?” asked Ben.

“Yeah I was just about to ask that. Ben’s told us that while you can combine certain genres of dance, your main focus was on contemporary. I’ve always been intrigued anytime someone says they’re a contemporary dancer.” Gwilym said.  I turned to my mum and asked her how long did I have for rehearsal.

When she told me five minutes, I knew I could show them my audition routine that I had planned.  But after that we had to leave cause the next group to come in had to set up their things and warmup.  

The guys all took a seat along the mirrored wall while my mum handled the music.

Once my song began playing, I did my entire routine before the guys.  Showing Ben’s friends that while I can unleash the beast in Hip-hop, I can be as graceful and elegant as a swan.

After the routine was done, I got a standing ovation from all four of the guys as they applauded and whistled.  I gathered up my stuff and as I did, the guys all swarmed around me telling me what an amazing job I did, and that for some of the *cough*Joe*cough* I had them crying by the end of my routine.

We then left the dance studio and Ben’s friends allowed us to have our own personal family time (since Ben and I hadn’t seen each other in literally five years).  We said our goodbyes and soon our mum took us out to eat as sorta a family reunion/congratulations on all of our combined successes.

It was time.  The World of Dance qualifier rounds.  Today was my filming date and I knew in several weeks they would soon air it on TV worldwide.  Now I have performed in front of crowd before, but this—this was something else.

And not to even make me twice as nervous, I have seen what people comment on the show or the specific dancers.  Most of them are nice comments but then again it’s the Internet so there’s bound to be haters out there.

This one girl from last season just a few years older than me got so much hate in fact, that she ended up shutting down her Twitter page and I’m told she gave up on dancing all together.  I don’t know what I’m gonna do if that ends up being me.

I was running my routine through my head and stretching myself out.  With me to support me was my mum, Ben and Ben’s friends of Bohemian Rhapsody, Rami, Gwil and Joe.  With each dancing group or person that went up, I got more and more nervous.  Soon a producer came up to me and said.

“(Y/n), you’ll be on up after The Jumperz.”

“Okay, thank you.” I told him.  He nodded and walked away from me, at that moment I felt like I wanted to puke.

“Hey kiddo, how’s it going?” I looked up to see Ben standing over me.

“Good, very good.” He sat down beside me, his brow furrowed with concern.  Crap he knows, he always knows.

“You sure?” at this point I knew I couldn’t hide it anymore.  I tucked my legs into my chest and curled myself into a ball.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore Ben.”

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. Can we go home? Yeah, yeah let’s go home.” I said as I stood up.

“Now hold on, hold on love.” He took my hand into his stopping me from even walking away. “Let’s just sit down and talk about it real quick.” He stood up and we went outside of the room and stood along the hallway.

I leaned up against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest protectively and my leg bouncing with anxiety.

“Talk to me sis, what’s going on?”

“I just……I’m scared Ben. I don’t know why I am, I’ve performed in front of an audience before, I don’t know why I’m this nervous. It’s stupid I know.”

“Hey, hey, hey. No it’s not.” He said to me gently as he cupped my face, trying his best to not ruin my makeup. “You’re human, you have every right to be nervous. I’ll bet not a single one of these dancers you’re competing against isn’t feeling what you’re feeling now. And some of these guys might’ve been with well-known performers and are still feeling the nerves.”

“Is it always this nerve wracking for you every time you film something?” he nodded.

“Of course it is. I’m always worried about people’s reactions to me on screen. Even with all the positive feedback I get, I always keep my eye focused on that one negative outlook, no matter how many people say I’m good in a role.”

“I just don’t want the haters to pull me away from my dream like they did to that one dancer that came on the show last season.”

“Come here, have a seat in my lap.” He sat down on the floor and guided me till I was now sitting on his lap, holding me like a teddy bear. “There will always be haters and trolls out there in the world. That’s just what they get off of, is by bringing other people down, especially kids who go on shows like this. It’s wrong and vile but I won’t say you won’t encounter some hate. But the one thing you must keep in mind; is to never, ever let them dictate on who you are as a person.”

“Do you think I can do that?”

“Absolutely. You’re incredibly talented, you’re smart, kind, the most talented person I’ve ever met. I mean yeah I can dance but nowhere near to the level that you can. Hell you even beat out Joe in that little dance competition when you first met him a couple days ago.”

“I did do that, didn’t I?” he chuckled.

“You schooled him.”

“Ben no one says that anymore.”

“Whatever I’m a 90’s kid that was the lingo back then.”

“Back in the ancient times.” He scoffed.

“Alright miss smart-aleck I guess since you’re feeling well enough to sass me off you don’t need me anymore.” He plopped me off his lap and went to stand up but I gripped his shirt and begged.

“No Benny please!” all I could hear was his soft laughter.  I hit his arm and pouted. “You are so mean!”

“Aww sissy, you know I can’t help but be a little cheeky with you.” he teased as he playfully nudged my shoulder with his arm. I smiled and nodded.

“Yeah I know cause that’s your job.”

“It is my job. Well one of the many qualifications of being your Big Brother. The most important one though, is to be there for you when you need it.” He stroked the top of my head and I hugged him.

“Thanks Ben. I’m glad that you could be here.”

“Me too. And hey, accepted or not. I’m proud of all that you’ve done in your dancing career.” He whispered in my ear as he gave me a snug embrace.  

After our little bro-sis cuddle, we separated from each other and he asked me, “Do you still feel nervous?”

“A little but not as much.”

“Okay so there are two options we can do here; we can shake out the nerves, or my favorite—I can tickle them out of you.”

“No Ben you’ll ruin my costume!” I whined out as he chuckled.

“Okay, so we’ll shake them out then.” We both stood up and did our nerve shakeout.

Which was basically what he learned in theatre which was just shaking out your hands and feet counting backwards from 10, but each time we’d count, we’d go a bit faster.  Once we got one, Ben picked me up and spun me around before setting me down.

“Better?”

“Better.”

“Good, oh wait one last thing before you go out, gotta shake out those negative thoughts in that brain of yours.” He cupped my face in his hands and playfully shook my head around as he growled out in an angry tone, “Get out of my sister’s head you dirty rotter’s!”

“Ben!” I laughed.  He stopped as he grinned down at me.

“Had to make sure. You look beautiful, and I know you’re gonna wow everyone out there, especially the judges.”

“Thanks Benny. I love you.”

“Love you too kiddo.” He gave my nose a peck before escorting me back into the dance room.  A producer was calling out my name, I looked up at Ben and he nodded to me before I went racing off towards the producer to tell him I was here.

When he saw me, he guided me towards the corridor where I would walk down, go up the stairs and racing across towards the stage. I could hear the chanting claps of the audience and their cheers and soon I heard the announcer say through the speaker.

“Give it up, for (Y/n) Jones.” I raced across the corridor, took the steps two at a time before racing across the catwalk towards the stage.  As soon as I came on stage, everyone cheered and soon I was standing before Ne-Yo, Derek Hough, and Jennifer Lopez.  They greeted me with waves or nods and I waved to them.

“Hello sweetie.” Jennifer greeted me.

“Hi.” I waved back to her.

“Why don’t you tell us your name?”

“My name is (Y/n) Jones and I’m from London, England.”

“Oh a British Dancer. Finally someone from the UK.” Derek proclaimed.

“So how old are you?” Ne-Yo asked me.

“I just turned nine last month.” At that the crowd cheered for me and that’s when Ne-Yo said.

“Well happy belated birthday.”

“Thank you Ne-Yo.” He winked at me and said to me.

“Let’s see what you got (Y/n).” I nodded and handed my microphone to one of the assistants before racing off towards the back of the stage as the lights went down.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in before exhaling slowly.  This was it, make it or break it.

*Ben’s POV*

From backstage, my mum, the guys and I along with the other dancers could watch and see what was going on stage.  I pressed my hands together in a prayer motion as I had them against my lips, c’mon little sis I know you can do it.

*Play video*

Her song routine, Ashes by Celine Dion soon came on through the speakers and she began her routine.  The lights softly lit up in a sunrise color of yellow, orange, and purple.  She truly shined as her dance went on, going slow when she needed before finally sticking the landing or going with the beat of the song.

That entire stage was hers to command and she used the entirety of that stage for her routine.  I could hear the judges voices sound impressed with my sister’s routine, especially once the chorus struck and the hard drumbeats of the song kicked in.

The crowd was just in awe and applauded my sister, dazzled by her grace yet strength she was giving them in her performance.  Doing her 540’s, leg lifts, front flips, she was like the Freddie Mercury of dancing on that stage as she showed her true colors on that stage, especially as it lit up with her as the song got more powerful.

By the end of it when she stood up and just gave that pleading face of help as she reached out towards J-Lo, the lights went dark and the entire audience went nuts.  

“That was even amazing with the lights.” Said Joe.

“Agreed, she really lit that stage up.” Rami agreed.

“That’s our girl.” Mum said as I wrapped my arm around her.

“Alright, alright, alright, alright (Y/n). Now remind me how old you are?” Derek said.

“I just turned nine.” At that point Derek stood up from his chair flipping his pen which made everyone laugh. “Girl you look like you’ve been doing this for 20 years.” Everyone laughed.

“How old were you when you got into dancing?” asked J-Lo.

“I was 2.” (y/n) responded.

“Well it shows that you definitely have a passion for this. And you literally have been doing this your whole life. Just seeing you being able to do moves that—I couldn’t even do at your age till I was much older, that to me…..shows you have true love for dancing. And you already gave me goosies little missy and we just met you.”

“Uh-oh Jennifer with her goosies.” Ne-Yo said.

“She gave them to me, the goosies do not lie!”

“No they do not.” Derek said before he continued, “But just like Jennifer said. I mean my sister and I we did some contemporary a bit as kids but nowhere could we master it down just like you’ve done (Y/n). And that final move where you just landed right on your knees. I literally jumped from my seat.”

“Yeah it was like you had no bones little miss.” Ne-Yo said as my sister smiled and laughed. “Besides from what both Derek and Jennifer has said. Your timing is what really stuck out to me. Like it was like you were a part of the song itself. Like first you’d be like all smooth and fluid when the beat was gentle. But when the drumbeat kicked in hard with boom- boom boom-boom. That right there is what really stuck out to me.”

“I completely agree.” Derek said.

“Alright we’re gonna lock in our scores and we’ll see if you make it to the duels (Y/n).” J-Lo said with a smile. (Y/n) nodded and that’s when the lights dimmed down on her and we watched as the three judges locked in their scores, while making their silent commentaries to each other.

“Okay (Y/n), you need an 88 or above to qualify for the duels, let’s see what you scored.” The host said as he came out and stood beside my sister.  The lights shown down (like those game show lights whenever something gets suspenseful).

First up was Derek’s score; he gave her an 90.

At that my sister made a face of shock as her smile widened and she covered her mouth in shock.  The crowd cheered and up next was Ne-Yo’s score.

He gave her an 89.  Finally J-Lo’s score was a 92.  When the scores rounded up together was 90.3.  Her score shined up on the ceiling scoreboard and (Y/n) couldn’t believe it, poor sissy was even crying.

“Congratulations (Y/n) you made it to the Duels. How’s it feel?” the host asked as he held his microphone to her.

“It feel just—absolutely amazing. All three of you have been an inspiration to be in wanting to become a dancer and this just means so much to me. Thank you for letting me get this opportunity.”

“We can’t wait to see what you bring us, cause already little Miss, you’ve got the competitive edge. It better only get better from here on out.” Ne-Yo told her.  She nodded and thanked the judges one last time before running off the stage.

As she came running towards us, I had to be the first one she saw.  I cheered for her as I opened my arms out for her and she raced towards me before leaping right into my arms.  I spun her around as the two of us laughing joyously.

“You did it kiddo! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks to you Ben. I kept thinking about what you said, I dedicated my performance to you.” I felt myself tear up as I buried my face into her ponytailed hair.

“I would’ve been proud of you either way.” At this point the rest of the guys as well as our mum came up and congratulated her.

That night we celebrated her victory on making it to the next round of World of Dance.  Drinks for me and the guys, we danced, sung some karaoke, and just partied all night long.

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Deleted fic masterlist (as of 6/29/22)

Queen

Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Gwilym Lee

(18+) What Happens Next by frcmthefires: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 (PARTIALLY MISSING)

Bad Day by frcmthefires

Loving In The Dark by frcmthefires

(18+) Lust Is A Sin / Lust Is Still A Sin by bowiequeen (priest!gwil)

(18+) Game On by bowiequeen

MISSING

Brianmayplease AO3 (some fics are missing)

Joe Mazzello

Harvest Moon chapter 1 (Eugene Sledge)

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Eager to Please || Lucy Boynton x Reader

Summary: Your first time with Lucy, you’re nervous and eager to please her any way you can. Lucky for you, Lucy knows just how to set you at ease. 

Pairings: Lucy Boynton x Reader

Genre: Smut, oh my god, just porn without plot

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: f/f smut, oral, fingering (18+ only please!)

A/N: Okay ladies and ladies, this is my first time writing smut for Lucy (or any chick for that matter) and I have no idea if it’s actually good. Basically this is the product of my bi ass wanting Lucy to top me so it’s completely self-indulgent. Let me know what you think, and I hope you like it!! ♡

“You’re shaking, love.”

You balled your hand into a fist and tried to make it stop trembling. “Sorry.”

She tucked your hair behind your ear as she studied your face, her expression gentle and concerned. “You don’t have to apologize. We also don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to,” you said quickly. You blushed and returned her smile with a shy one of your own.

“So this is just a little first-time jitters?” she asked. “Because we don’t have to if you don’t want to. We can go as slow as you want.”

“I want this,” you assured her truthfully. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never…”

“Never been with a girl?” she asked. You shook your head.

She gave you a smile. “That’s ok, lovely. We’ll take our time getting to know one another like this, there’s no rush for it to be perfect.” She brushed her fingers over your cheek. “We have all night to play, angel. No interruptions. I’ve told the boys not to expect us.”

The six of you were traveling for a promotional tour, and though you were supposed to all go out for dinner tonight, you were glad you and Lucy had made other plans. You’d been hanging out in her room, drinking from the little bottles of liquor in the minibar; spurred by the liquid courage, you’d leaned in and kissed her like you’d wanted to for ages. To your surprise and delight, she’d responded in kind and deepened the kiss, which had led to the two of you sitting side by side on the edge of her bed, already feeling heat between your legs at the thought of all those naughty dreams you’d had about her finally coming true.

She leaned close and kissed you then, gentle as first, slowly deepening it. You sighed into her mouth as she pulled your shirt over your head, letting her ease you back onto the bed.

“Try something for me, hm?” she said, easily unhooking your bra and taking it off of you. The cool air felt wonderful on your flushed skin, though being naked in front of her only made you warmer.

“Anything,” you breathed.

She gave a soft laugh. “So eager to please, kitten.”

You looked up at her. “What do you want me to do? I can try to - ”

“Shh, it’s not me I’m thinking of,” she purred. “I want you to show me how you touch yourself.”

You blinked. “You - you what?”

She smiled. “You heard me right,” she said. “Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone. You think you can do that?”

You flushed at the thought, already feeling heat pool between your legs. You hadn’t known Lucy was this dominant, but you couldn’t deny you’d hoped for it. You wanted to obey, to please her, and you’d do as she asked.

“Okay,” you said.

She kissed you again. “Good girl.” Without breaking the kiss, she reached to slowly pull your shorts off, tossing them on the floor.

“So wet already, kitten,” she praised as she saw your panties. “Can I take these off?”

You gave a whimper in response; her black nails traced down your sides and over your thighs before settling on the waistband of your panties, gently tugging them off.

“What do you do next, lovely?” she asked. “What do you do when you’re undressed and wet like this, hm? Do you spread your knees?”

“Y-yes,” you managed.

“Show me.”

You gave a choked gasp as you spread your knees in front of her, exposing your drenched heat. She licked her wine-colored lips and you bit back a moan at the sight.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” she praised. “So wet, and you haven’t even touched yourself. Naughty little thing, aren’t you?”

She met your eyes, her own dark with desire. “Show me how you touch yourself, angel. Show me how you make yourself moan.”

Feeling heat rise to your cheeks again, you slowly moved your hand towards your heat. You were already wound tight as a spring; you weren’t sure this would last long, not with Lucy looking at you like that. You felt yourself respond instantly as your fingers met your clit; rubbing in slow circles at first, you quickly built up your pace.

“Look at you putting those pretty fingers to use,” she purred. “So good for me, lovely.”

You lost yourself in the sound of her velvet words, your fingers moving to your entrance as stars danced across your vision.

“Who do you think of when you’re like this, pet?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Visions of the dreams you’d had of her flashed across your vision. “Y-you, Lucy,” you told her. “I - ah - I think of you.”

“Mmh, I’m flattered, kitten,” she said, a mischievous smirk on her lips. “What do you do when you think of me? Do you fuck yourself with your fingers?”

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Good girl,” she said, her voice husky with pleasure. “Show me.”

You moaned as you did as she said, following the first finger with a second soon after.

“Fuck, Lucy,” you moaned.

“Does it feel good, lovely?” she asked.

“Fuck, yes, feels so good,” you gasped. You pressed against your clit, feeling your hips stutter as you rose to meet your own fingers. “Ah, Lucy, feels so good.”

“You’re so pretty undone like this, sweetheart,” she praised. “So beautiful.”

Moans tumbled from your lips without any way for you to stop them, desperate and needy as you neared your orgasm.

“Such pretty sounds coming from that mouth,” Lucy said. “Be as loud as you want, kitten. Let me hear how good you feel.”

“God, Lucy,” you gasped. “Ah, I’m close.”

“Don’t cum yet, kitten,” she said. “Are you very close?”

Your whine told her enough, and she leaned in to kiss you, capturing the sound against her lips.

“Can you keep touching yourself without cumming?” she asked.

Your moan was almost a sob. “Uh, I don’t know,” you said desperately. Her breasts grazed yours through the fabric of her shirt as she leaned over you, sending white-hot pleasure through you.

“Try for me,” she said. “Try to get yourself as close as you can, but don’t cum. Can you try that for me, pet?”

“Okay,” you breathed. You were afraid to move lest you cum under her right after she’d told you not to, but you’d said you would try. You slowly curled your fingers inside of you, your hips arching upwards, your body meeting Lucy’s.

“Fuck - I don’t know - ” you panted. “I don’t know if I can. I need to - ”

“You need to cum so badly, don’t you, baby?” she said. Her voice was smooth as silk and dripping with lust. “I know, kitten, I know you do. But you’re being such a good girl for me. Why don’t we try something, hm?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

She kissed you before moving her mouth to just below your jaw, sucking and kissing at your skin; a keening whine escaped you as her tongue swiped over the bruise she’d surely left there.

“Can I go down on you, sweetheart?” she asked.

“Lucy, I don’t know if - ” Your voice broke off. There was no way you’d last like she’d told you to if she started eating you out. No way in hell.

“That’s alright, lovely,” she purred. “Like I said, no rush to be perfect. But I’d like you to try.”

How could you say no to that? This goddess was asking you to let her go down on you, and even though you were close enough to your orgasm to make you cry, everything in you screamed to let her have her way with you all night long.

“O-okay,” you managed. “I’ll try.”

She gave you a pleased smile. “Good girl. Try not to cum if you can. Can you be patient, lovely? Wait until I say so?”

You tried to answer, but it was all you could do not to cum as she moved to hover over your core, looking up at you from under her long lashes. You gave an ardent moan as her tongue ghosted over your entrance, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Fuck, Lucy,” you said, practically begging. “Oh, I can’t - ah, Christ!”

You crumpled the sheets in your fists as she sucked on your clit, bringing tears to your eyes as you willed yourself not to cum. You wanted to be good for her, you wanted to obey, but her mouth was so warm and her tongue lapping over your heat was white-hot pleasure nearing the point of delicious pain.

“Lucy, baby, please,” you gasped.

“Please what, kitten?” she asked. “Want me to let you cum? Is that what you want, gorgeous?”

You nearly sobbed. “Yes, please,” you said. “God, I’m so close, Lucy, please.”

“Mmh, I can tell, lovely,” she said, a note of pride in her voice. “You’ve done so well for your first try, you’re so good for me. Cum on my tongue, angel, can you do that for me?”

Even if you’d wanted to say anything, you couldn’t have; as she put her mouth to you again, it took less than a second for you to give in to the wave of pleasure that washed over you. Her name mixed with incoherent moans in your voice as she made you cum, sucking you through it, drawing it out until you were completely spent.

“Holy fuck, Lucy,” you gasped when she lifted her head. You couldn’t do anything but lay there, chest heaving as you came down from the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. You were sensitive and tender as you moved to make room for her, slowly stretching your legs out as she lay on her side next to you.

“Here, taste,” she purred. She kissed you, sharing your own taste with you, swirling her tongue in your mouth like she had between your legs moments before.

“How was that, lovely?” she asked when you finally came up for air, feeling almost lightheaded with pleasure.

You gave a weak laugh. “That was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had in my life, Lucy. Thank you.”

She gave you a pleased smirk, pride evident in her expression. “No need to thank me, pet. You were wonderful. So good, so obedient. Did you like me being in charge? Would you like to try it the other way?”

“No way,” you said. You blushed, a bit embarrassed at how quickly you’d answered, but she just bit her lip and gave you that smile again.

“I mean, maybe sometime,” you said. “But I… I really liked that, Lucy.”

“Me too, kitten,” she said.

You looked up at her, suddenly bashful. “Could we… I mean, can we go again? Could I do you? If you want? I don’t know much about - I mean, I’ve only gone down on guys, I haven’t - ” You cut yourself off before you embarrassed yourself further.

She brushed your hair back from your face. “No need to be embarrassed, lovely,” she said. “You’ll learn quick enough, and I think it’ll be rather fun to teach you.”

“You don’t mind I’m - I mean, that I can’t - ” God, how could you be so nervous around the woman you’d just come completely undone for?

You took a deep breath. “I wish I could give you the kind of orgasm you just gave me,” you said hastily, trying to get your words out.

She gave a soft laugh. “You will, pet, I have no doubt. But I don’t mind the practice. In fact, if you want to, I’d love to practice again when you’ve had a moment to catch your breath.”

“Really?”

She kissed you deeply, making the smoldering desire in your core flare into a raging fire for the second time that night. You pressed closer to her, wanting to feel all of her.

“You want to go again, kitten?” she asked.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you as she sat up to pull her shirt off, revealing her lovely breasts in her lacy black bra. “God, yes.”

Her laugh was smooth as caramel as she laid back down next to you, her skin warm against yours.

“Good girl,” she said, her hands roaming over your body. “Such a good girl for me, kitten. Always so eager to please.”

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[goldenmazzello]

Never gonna love again.

Everything started when you met Joe on set of Bohemian Rhapsody in London, working as a makeup artist.

You were friends from day one.

Joe would always be joking around with you. You both were a crazy duo that made everyone chortle.

You had so much in common. You loved the same music, movies and food.

You were used to having long conversations in the morning while you were doing his makeup and drinking coffee.

Or when you had lunch during a break.

Two months into shooting the movie, you started to develope a crush on him.

At first, you tried to forget about it, since you wanted to keep everything very professional, but it was unlikely to happen.

You cannot choose when or when not to fall in love.

You remembered details about him that others didn't. And you were embarrassed because you couldn't hide it.

You would listen intently to him, even if it wasn't important.

You smiled at him a lot, often with a big goofy grin.

You fell deeply in love with Joe and the very first person to find out about your feelings was Rami.

You didn't tell him but he noticed it. It was obvious. The way you looked at him not only while you were getting him ready for his day at work but also when you were having lunch, the way you always seemed to be around him.

You begged Rami not to tell Joe about this and he agreed, saying he woud try to find out if he felt something for you.

You started to have high hopes when you heard Joe in between takes telling Gwilym he would ask "her" to go out next friday. You were sure he was talking about you and you were desperate for his question.

" I'm going to ask her to go on a date next friday after work, what do you think?"

You were kind of surprised because Joe could have waited for you to be out of earshot before saying anything.

"It's amazing Joe, I hope she says yes!"

Of course you were going to say yes.

Days went by and you were still waiting for Joe's question. You daydreamed about taking the friendship to the next level.

You started to give him signs so he could see you paid attention to every little detail.

You knew how he took his coffee, what he usually ate for lunch and his favorite songs by heart. The signs you were giving out were like a blinking neon light, but nothing seem to happen.

You thought he might forgot about it.

But he didn't.

It was thursday when the four boys were getting ready with you and your assistants when Ben spoke.

"So you have plans for tomorrow." He turned his face to see Joe, who was adjusting on his broccoli wig.

"Yeah."

"Did Grace say yes?!"

Grace.

So Joe shared your feelings, but for someone else.

She was the costume assistant of the movie and of course she would spend a lot of time with the cast too, with such luxurious outfits.

You were doing Rami's makeup when you heard her name leaving Joe's lips. You felt your heart dropped and Rami noticed. He could see it in your eyes.

He looked at you with compassion and as soon as you finished with him, you left the trailer.

Since that day, your mood changed. You were always with a big bright smile that could light the whole town, but it hasn't been seen in a while.

As much as you wanted to forget about everything and feel better, you couldn't.

Joe and Grace went on more dates.

You felt broken and the worst thing was you had to face him everyday. It was your work.

He could notice you weren't doing ok, but you avoided his questions.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, I'm jus stressed." You said, emotionless.

Everytime you saw them together, you wish you were her.

You really wish you could be her.

You felt like a sixteen-year-old girl, with these crazy thoughts, but you wanted to be her.

You wanted her long blond hair, her precious smile and her perfume.

Maybe then, you thought, he'd like you more.

And you would be good enough for him.

You tried so hard to be everything that he liked.

But nothing seemed to work.

You felt he had found someonе more exciting than you.

You didn't get peace when you thought about her, you even imagined being in her place.

You were so blinded that you thought you really had to change for him.

You were like the song said, Losing my religion.

One day you were found crying in the bathroom by Lucy.

She was worried so she called Rami and they both tried to calm you.

"I've never felt this way before."

It was like your first teenage love, but in your late 20s.

"I'm so sorry sweetie, I really mean it." Lucy held your hand while talking. "I'm sure you'll find someone who would feel the same."

"I thought he was into you...but I guess I was wrong. I'm sorry too." Rami said with a sad expression on his face. He was one of the sweetest actors you've ever worked with and now, he was a friend.

They were all your friends.

But you didn't want Joe to be your friend.

You never wanted to trade places so bad in your life and be his partner.

He broke more than your heart. But it really wasn't his fault.

You took a deep breath and said. "I'm never gonna love again."

[angrylizardjacket]

heard your name in every love song {Ben Hardy} 1

1. when he was looking out for me (i would pretend he was my summer fling)

Summary: When you’re twelve and you have a crush on your babysitter, your parents think it’s puppy love, think it’s cute, and you’ll forget about it soon enough.

A/N: 2266 words. Female!Reader. okay so the sprained ankle in Space Jump is a direct reference to something that happened in my theater class, that being a dude snapped his fucking femur playing Fruit Salad. RIP adam’s femur for the following few months. he’s fine now, that was like 8 years ago. whatever. are all these theater games i mention real? i’ll never tell. here’s part 1. DISCLAIMER: NO CREEPY SHIT I SWEAR TO GOD I WOULDN’T DO THAT; THERE’S A LITTLE BIT OF PINING FROM Y/N BUT THAT’S IT. there’s a few assumptions made abt Y/N’s life; only child, parents (plural, idk how many, doesn’t matter), plays Crash Bandicoot and Mario Kart, takes theater classes outside of school.

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When you’re twelve, and almost at the end of your first year of high school, you get into a fight with your parents as to whether or not you still need a babysitter. Much to your chagrin, however, they don’t see twelve as ‘practically sixteen, which is practically an adult’ and you sulk for the full three days leading up to the night they were going out. The night of, you’re fully intending on staying in your room, until there’s a knock at the door, and you hear a voice that is absolutely not your usual babysitter.

“Be good,” your parents call to you as they’re leaving, having noticed where you’d cracked the door to your room to see who it was. You make a face at them, but you’re surprised to see a kid from Sixth Form on crutches, who is absolutely not Madeline, standing in the hallway awkwardly. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen him around school, maybe he’s on the soccer team? You’re not sure. 

“You’re not Maddy,” you tell him, opening the door a little wider, and he seems surprised for a moment to see you there. A kind, awkward smile appears on his face as he regards you with gentle amusement.

“Well spotted, I’m Ben, Maddy’s got the flu,” he explained easily, and offered his hand, “you’re Y/N, right?” And he’s trying so hard, but you’re still kind of mad at your parents for insisting on a babysitter in the first place.

“Who else would I be?” You asked flatly, which surprised a laugh from Ben, but you shook his hand anyways; you had to give him props for trying, “why are you using crutches?” You asked outright, since you’re pretty sure he wasn’t using crutches last time you saw him at school. You turned, heading for the living room, deciding to at least give him a chance.

“Sprained my ankle in class the other week,” he explained, hobbling along behind you.

“Sport or just P.E?” You asked, throwing yourself onto the sofa and picking up the TV remote. Ben was quiet for a long moment, and when you look at where he’s sitting gingerly on the edge of the sofa, he’s making a face like he doesn’t quite want to admit the truth.

“Theater sports,” he explained, which piqued your interest, which, of course, you try not to let show on your face, because if your babysitter knows you already think he’s cool, you might die of embarrassment. But also, you suddenly feel incredibly validated for taking those theater classes every Thursday afternoon.

“They’re -” he tries to explain, but you give another eye roll.

“I know what theater sports are,” you tell him, and his smile turns amused. 

“You do?” He asks, and you think he might be a little bit impressed, or perhaps it was just wishful thinking, either way, you nod firmly, “well I was in the middle of Space Jump - you know Space Jump, right? Where you start an activity and then someone else calls ‘Space Jump’ and you have to freeze and they have to make a new scene from your freeze, and then someone else comes in -” he explained, mostly to save you the embarrassment of admitting you didn’t know the game, “well I was up on one leg on a chair, climbing the rigging of a ship, you know how pirates do, and I froze, and -” he gestured how he’d fallen off the chair, with accompanying sound effects.

“Couldn’t you have just put your other foot down and balanced yourself?” You offered, and he shook his head, expression adamant.

“It’s all about the commitment to the bit; I was trying to entertain them, and the best way I can do that is to put myself out there one-hundred percent,” he told you sincerely, “you’ve always gotta follow through.”

“You sprained your ankle,” you pointed out, “isn’t that dangerous advice?” He deflates a little, looking down at his leg.

“Follow through but use your common sense, you’ve got common sense, don’t you?” He asked, giving a wry smile, two which you nodded diligently, “don’t get yourself hurt, then,” he suggests, before changing the subject quickly, “you hungry yet? Your parents said we could order pizza.” You’re easily excited by the thought of pizza, a rare treat your parents allowed you whenever you were babysat. 

It’s a pretty uneventful night, all things considered, you order pizza, and he lets you win at Crash Team Racing, and you’re falling asleep to a comedy movie until Ben gently suggests that you go to bed. You’re too tired to argue and try and weasel your way into staying up later, so you yawn loudly and wish him a good night before shuffling off to bed. The house is quiet, apart from where he’s watching a Top Gear rerun and waiting for your parents to get home.

You don’t think about it much beyond telling your parents ‘yeah, he’s pretty cool’ when they ask. You don’t think about him much beyond that, at least not for almost a full week, until you’re sitting in your geography class just before lunch, having managed to snag a seat by the window looking out onto the back field, and there’s a PE class doing laps on the field. All are running, except the teacher, and a boy with blonde hair, standing with all his weight on one foot, and a pair of crutches tossed to the side, looking like he’s arguing the teacher.

“I heard when you’re in sixth form you get to push in the front of the line at the canteen,” you hear your friend, Merissa, next to you muse, and when you turn, she’s followed your gaze outside to the field. After a moment, you turn again, and watch the blonde attempt to put weight on his obviously injured foot; it looks like he regrets it, and he sits on the grass, sulking. 

“That’s probably Ben,” Merissa tells you matter-of-factly, “he’s on the football team with my brother.” And something about the kind of unwarranted pride in her voice at being in the know makes your face scrunch up. Part of you wants to tell her that you know who Ben is, obviously, but another part of you doesn’t want to admit to still needing a babysitter; it feels childish. So you keep your mouth shut and turn to back to the board.

And the following week, in your weekly theater class, you’re about to take your turn at Bus Stop, wherein your goal is to make the other person on the ‘bus stop’ as uncomfortable as possible until they finally leave, which is when you’ll assume the roll of the innocent bystander, and someone else from the class will come up and try and make you uncomfortable. It’s a lesson on improvisation disguised as a game. 

The voice you’ve been practicing slightly pinches your vocal cords, and you’ve barely got a moment to assume a matching physicality, and you worry for a second that it’s not funny, that you’ll just look like an idiot -

Put yourself out there one hundred percent.

You steel yourself, making strange shapes with your hands as you twist yourself into as much of a creature as possible, within reason, using the strange voice you’d concocted, feeling a thrill as your entrance gets the biggest laugh of the class. Oh.

A few months later, in the Summer after your first year of high school, you’re finally thirteen, and are allowed to have the house to yourself for the day, but if you’re parents are anticipating staying out later than midnight, you need -

“Please,” you begged, “just don’t say babysitter, I’m not a baby.”

“Fine,” they acquiesce, “you need supervision, just if we’re out very late.” 

Despite your indignation at the situation, Maddy’s got a cello concert, and you’re hoping that that means -

Ben greets you like a friend, wearing a denim jacket with no crutches, and he might be the coolest person you know.

“You still on Crash Team Racing?” He asks with raised eyebrows as he heads into the living room, and you roll your eyes.

“That’s so old school,” you scoff, and he raises his hands in surrender, trying not to look as amused as he feels, watching as you pull out two Wii remotes, “Mario Kart’s much better.” And you hand him one. 

He’s not above letting you win, but it turns out, he doesn’t have to; you’re scarily good at the game, which you credit to playing pretty much nothing else for a solid month, and by the time the pizza arrives, the win ratio is about fifty-fifty, and you’ve bonded considerably over your mutual and unreasonable hatred for Waluigi, the only NPC who seems to consistently beat you both.

“Do you get to push in the front of the line at the canteen?” You asked, holding your pizza in one hand and letting it cool for a moment.

“Huh?” Ben’s burnt the roof of his mouth, and is reaching for his drink when you ask, “whaddya mean?”

“My friend Merissa says Sixth Form gets to push in the front of the line.” 

“I don’t think we’re technically allowed to,” he says after a moment of consideration, and you hear his nonverbal ‘but we still do’ anyways, “it’s not a rule rule, you know?”

“Are the A-levels hard?”

“Haven’t done ‘em yet,” he answers honestly, burping quietly after taking a drink, and you hum, and take a bite of pizza.

“I’m already scared of my GCSEs,” you admit after a moment of chewing, and Ben laughs gently.

“You’ve got nothing to be afraid of,” and he sounds like he means it, so you can’t help but believe it, soothed a little in your premature worrying. To be fair, Ben could say anything about school or life and you’d probably believe it; he was cool and older than you, but he treated you like a friend. 

You mention in passing that you’d gotten the lead for your class’s skit in the end of year showcase your theater company puts on, and mentions that it’s because you’d been committing to the bit in class, and the pride in his voice when he congratulates you is something you end up thinking about for days.

He ends up babysitting you twice more that Summer, not that you were complaining. It meant you got pizza, and to hang out with the coolest person you knew, a fact which you reiterated to your parents, much to their fond amusement, though you made them swear to never tell Ben that. He brought over Super Smash Bros and you guys would play for hours.

The only problem was that Ben was never allowed to know about the crush you had on him, because everyone in the world knew it was weird to have a crush on your babysitter, and you’re pretty sure he has a girlfriend and -

Doesn’t matter. You’re just started to discover the delightful world of crushes and relationships, and Merissa has a boyfriend on Tumblr, and you know that when you get back to school you can have a normal crush on a normal boy in your year, even if all the boys in your year look like thumbs. And Ben...

Is your babysitter. And a decent guy. And your friend, sort of. So you just hope he hasn’t noticed.

After Summer, he’s studying his A-levels, and Maddy’s got a day job so she can babysit at nights again, and it feels like everything’s gone back to normal, like you can breathe again. 

You’ve never really seen him at school; you don’t tend to hang around the back fields, but a few weeks into the first term, you’re having lunch with Merissa and Charlie, one of your other friends, in the library, when you spot him laden down with textbooks, making his way to one of the study rooms at the back. You’re not sure if he’ll even acknowledge you, even though your table is directly along the best route to the back rooms, so you just give him and smile and a nod in greeting.

“Hey, Y/N,” he grins quickly, doesn’t stop, but nods in return, and your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest. Charlie sinks her nails into your arm the moment he’s gone into the study room, and Merissa quietly screeches your name.

“Chill out,” you’re trying to keep a low profile, but both other thirteen year old girls are demanding to know what just happened, “we’re friends.” You say with a shrug that’s far too casual.

“Friends?!” Merissa demands, and you can feel yourself growing more flustered.

“We hung out a few times during summer,” you open your notebook in front of you, trying to distract yourself.

“You hung out with Ben? Y/N he’s a football guy, he’s so old, he’s like eighteen!”

“We’re friends,” you insist, “don’t be, like, creepy about it,” you snorted, and Charlie let out a pterodactyl-like noise. They drop it at your insistence, and you’re just glad they don’t ask you to elaborate. 

You don’t see Ben much after that anymore, he’s too busy with his A-levels to babysit, and when you’re fourteen, your parents agree that you don’t need a babysitter anymore. You’re more than happy to let your Summer crush fall to the wayside, and let your memories of Ben, like all good Summer memories, fade into blurry obscurity. 

You wouldn’t need to worry about seeing him again anyways, right?

Oh how wrong you were.

[thosequeenboys]

Boys, boys, boys make us go crazy indeed! Created this Queen-BoRhap vid for my dear friend Kate @warriorteam1924 Happy Birthday, Darling! I’m so grateful these boys led me to you!

Note: If you see one of your edits, please message me and I’ll gladly credit to you!

Thanks to @mazzell-ro for support & @johndeaconshands for stellar tech assistance and patience. X O

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Current Obession: Ben Hardy.

6 Underground fucked me up, so if you know of any good Ben Hardy fics.. please link me!

Just please no kid fics.

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the veins bro

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Robin and Gale Hood; Ben Hardy x reader Chap. 5

*Author’s note*

Okay now that all over our initial characters have been introduced, it’s time for some REAL action. This one is a bit long so sorry not sorry but everything is important here in this chapter. So expect some blood, violence and some medieval claims against women.

Chapter 5,

The Archery tournament

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The next day just as promised, everyone in Nottingham was gathered out in the fields to see the archery tournament.  Every eligible archer had signed up for the chance to win either the golden arrow or get the kiss from the lovely Maid Marian.

As a parade marched around the field while the villagers gathered around to find a good seat, up on the throne stand, Prince John and Sir Heston stood looking over the crowd.  Prince John was lightly bouncing with excitement as he told his serpent advisor.

“Heston, the time has come for me to finally enact my revenge. My trap is baited and set and then revenge! Revenge!”

“Shhh. Not so loud sire. I know how much this has meant to you but you don’t want to give your plan away to capture Robin Hood so quickly.”

“That insolent blackguard! Ohh! I’ll show him who wears the crown!” Prince John proclaimed as he plopped down on his throne and slammed his hand on the armrest.

“I share your loathing sire. That scullery scoundrel who fooled you with that ridiculous disguise. Who dare insult your intelligence and superiority…..”

“ENOUGH!!” Prince John exclaimed as he tried to hit Heston over the head but the python dodged his attack. “Heston, you deliberately dodged.”

“But-but-but sire…..please.”

“Stop sniveling and hold. Still.” The prince sneered lowly. Heston straightened his head up and he was then hit on top of the head by Prince John.

“Thank you sire.” Heston lowly groaned.

Soon arriving to the field grounds were Maid Marian, Prince James and Arthur Kirkland.  Marian hugged her cousin and best friend saying.

“Oh you guys I’m so excited. But how will I recognize him?”

“Ohh he’ll let you know somehow. That young rouge of yours is just full of surprises.” Arthur said as he took Marian’s hand and patted it.

“Yes cousin. If I remember that rascal, he’ll do whatever it takes to get to you.”

“Well don’t leave yourself out James. I’m sure that wherever Robin goes, Gale is not far behind.” Marian told her young cousin and the three of them walked on.

But oh little did they know was that just behind them hiding in the bushes and trees were the gang of rebels.  Robin and Gilbert wearing similar peasant clothing and they each had their own handmade bows and arrows (that differed from the ones they normally used as to better hide their true identities).

While Little John and Gale wore royal clothing that befitted Hungarian royalty, and David wore a count’s robes and Kit wore a captain of the Guard’s armor.

“There she is lads. Golly—has she gotten even more beautiful.” Robin said in awe.

“He grew his hair out. I did once tell him he’d look good with long hair. Never did I think it—he’s like a God.” Gale also whispered in awe.

“Cool it you two lovebirds. Your hearts are running away with your heads.” Little John said as he handed Robin a large grey hat.

“Oh stop worrying. This disguise would fool our own mum, right Gale?” Robin said as he placed the hat on him and tied the blue bandana around his neck.

“Yeah. But our mum is dead. You and Gilbert need to fool ol stick up his arse over there.” Soon walking towards them was the Sheriff of Nottingham himself.  Gilbert and Robin winked at their friends and walked out.

“Sheriff your ‘onor!” Gilbert spoke with an exaggerated Irish accent.

“Yes…..” the sheriff muttered before both his hands were suddenly taken and being shaken with such strength and force as Robin now spoke in a Irish tone.

“Meetin yah face to face is a real treat for me brother and I. A real, real treat.”

“Well thank you.” the Sheriff said as he managed to get his hands free. “Now if you both will excuse me I’ve got a tournament to win.” As the Sheriff walked away, Robin and Gilbert signaled to the others of the success playfully laughing behind the Sheriff’s back.

“Well that’s phase one done.” Gale said.

“Yeah they’re not bad actors. But wait till they see the scene we lay on Prince John. My Queen.” Little John spoke as he bowed and held out his hand for Gale.

She giggled poshly and took his hand and the two of them walked on with Kit and David walking behind, holding the train of Gale’s dress. As the two of them finally stood before Prince John, Gale spoke up doing her best Hungarian accent.

“Ahh mi lord!” the four of them walked up to the Prince as she continued, “Our esteemed high King of England. The all mighty God himself. You’re magnificent.” She praised as she and the boys bowed.

Prince John who soaked in this praise from this strange woman chuckled softly and said.

“Well, she sure does have style ehh Heston?” Gale let out a posh laugh before saying.

“Oh you are a flatterer PJ.”

“PJ? I like that you know I do. Heston put it on my luggage. PJ. Ha-ha! Hahahaha! Ha-ha! PJ yeah…..” the Prince proclaimed before laughing and muttering to himself as he stroked his tache.  Heston however wasn’t buying it.  He lifted himself up to Gale and Little John and hmphed.

“And just who might you be miss?” he hissed out.

“How dare you insult our lady Queen and Duke!” Kit proclaimed angrily using a thicker Hungarian accent.

“Easy now my dear Captain. This creepy thing obviously has no class whatsoever.” Gale said.

“Excuse me?” Heston gawked.

“This is our beloved Queen of Hungary, Queen Elizaveta I. And I am her royal Duke Sir Reginald. And it’s rude to stick your tongue out at a lady.” He took Heston’s hat off his head and put it over his nose and mouth.

“If I may my liege, allow me to lay some protocol upon you.” Gale said as she curtsied and took Prince John’s hand to kiss it.  He quickly removed his hand away from her and said.

“Oh no forgive me but I lose more jewels that way. Please, both of you sit.”

“Thank you PJ.” Gale giggled as she sat down to his left while Little John took the seat to his right.  “I always enjoyed the tournament of the peasant folk. Oh! OH!! HEY WHAT!!! CAPTAIN! COUNT!” Gale spoke before feeling something squirming underneath her butt.

Quickly David and Kit came into action and pulled out Heston from underneath her.

“Oh my. Excuse me serpent.”

“Serpent? You vile harpy have taken my seat!”

“How dare you insult the Queen of Hungary!” David sneered angrily.

“Your majesty, if you would permit me, allow me to silence this snake once and for all.” Kit threatened with a dark smirk as he withdrew his sword.  Heston shuddered in fear as Prince John said.

“Oh never mind him. Besides he should now be out there keeping his snake eyes open for you know who.”

“Wait—sire you—you mean I…..I’m being dismissed?”

“You heard his mightiness move it creepy get lost. Be gone long one.” Little John said as he slapped Heston with his cane and Heston slithered off backstage.

“What vulgar beasts. Creepy? No class serpent? Long one? Oh whose that dopey Duke and Queen of Hungary think they are anyway?!” he then slithered off to do his job assigned to him.

As the good Friar and I stood side by side each other and we watched that vile snake slither off muttering to himself, I turned to Friar Tuck and said.

“Now you know he’s up to something darling.”

“Indeed. Come on Alan.” He told me and we raced off to find that serpent before he could ruin anything.  For now my darlings until Friar Tuck and I find that snake, you’re just gonna have to watch for yourselves on what happens next.

The fanfare sounded off and soon all the archers came walking in single file across the field with their bows in hand and their quiver of arrows on their backs.

Finally arriving on the stage were our three young royal characters.  Marian was the first to step up on the stage and she curtsied to Prince John who gave her a slight acknowledgment.  Arthur was next and he bowed before the Prince who just gave him a sideways glance.

When James finally came up and bowed before him, Prince John flat out turned his head aside and refused to even look upon his half-nephew. Which to be honest didn’t upset James at all, for he loathed his half-uncle for sending his father away and ruining the people of Nottingham.

But soon his eye caught sight of Gale.  At first he didn’t see it at first, all he saw before him was the radiant woman who felt familiar in a way.  He walked over to her and when the two of them locked eyes she gasped and quickly took out her fan and opened it up and hid from him.

“Oh I—beg your pardon my lady. I—you just look like someone I once knew.”

“And just who would that be young man?” asked Kit slightly interrogating him.

“A……a girl I once knew long ago.”

“Well may we introduce our majesty, Queen Elizaveta I of Hungary.” David said.

“Your majesty.” Prince James said as he knelt down on one knee and took her right hand in his.  It wasn’t until he looked down and saw the ring on her thumb.  He quickly looked up in shock, that’s when ‘Elizaveta’ lowered her fan just until her eyes were visible and his heart stopped.

He knew those eyes anywhere.  Only one women had entrancing eyes like that.  And even through the disguise, he knew she had gotten even more beautiful than ever before.

“I have seen many wonders of the world, but none can compare to the beauty that lies within your eyes.” James praised in awe as he gave a sweet, loving kiss to Gale’s hand.

As his thumb gently brushed the back of her hand and down her fingers, Gale felt that bolt of electricity that only James had given her in the past.

“Why thank you my fine young English man. And you have a face that would make the archangel Michael boil with envy.” James softly smiled and kissed her hand once more, making Gale’s heart go BOOM.  She softly gasped, the two of them not breaking eye contact once.

Marian who had been watching her cousin with intrigued eyes, knew right away that the so called ‘Queen’ was actually his Gale Hood.

As she smiled happily for her cousin, a throat cleared before her and when she turned she saw a man dressed in an oversized robe, wearing a very large grey hat and a blue bandana that almost kept his face hidden.

“Ahhh your ladyship. Begging your pardon but it’s a great honor to be shooting for the favor of a lovely lady like yourself.” He spoke in an Irish accent and held in his hand a white daisy.

She reluctantly took it from the strange man who then whispered to her.

“I hopes I win the kiss.” Before giving her a wink.  She let out a soft gasp and when she looked into his eyes, and he looked back into hers she knew just who this man was.

“Well thank you my fine, bow-legged archer.” She said as she stroked the flower under her chin before softly giggling. “I wish you luck,” she then leaned closer to her love and whispered so that only he could hear, “With all my heart.”

The two of them stared lovingly at each other before Robin snapped out of his daze and took his place with the other contestants.

Soon coming up towards the royal stands was the captain of the guard who held on a fluffy pillow the prize of the golden arrow.  He presented it to Prince John and said.

“Your highness, with your royal permission we are ready to begin.”

“Proceed captain.” Prince John said.  He then gave the arrow to Maid Marian who bowed her head to the Captain.

“The tournament of the golden arrow will now begin!” the Captain proclaimed to one and all.  As a final fanfare of the trumpets played out, the contestants readied their bows and soon arrows went flying out.

The crowd cheered and whistled as arrow after arrow flew from one side of the field to the range of targets spread out on the other side. Many people were hitting various places on their targets but not quite worthy enough to gain a spot for the golden arrow and the kiss.

That was until the Sheriff of Nottingham took his shot and got close to the center of the bullseye.  Of course when that happened, the crowd all hissed and booed at the arrogant, vile sheriff.  Next up Gilbert and Robin readied their arrows and fired two straight bullseyes into their targets, to which the crowd applauded.

Marian clapped for Robin’s success knowing that he was one step closer to winning their kiss.

“A perfect bullseye. Well, well.” Prince John said intrigued as he stroked his mustache.

“Yeah, that’s what we in Hungary call pulling back and lettin it go PJ.” Little John said to him.

“He’s gotten better.” Prince James said. “I’m sure you must be honored to see such skill from him.”

“Indeed I am, my prince.” Gale said as the two of them secretly hooked pinkies with each other.

“I’m gonna win that golden arrow! And then I’m gonna present meself to the lovely Maid Marian……” Robin boasted as the Sheriff readied his next arrow.

“Listen you Irish hound dog. If you shoot half as good as you blabber you’re better than Robin Hood.”

“Robin Hood he says! Wow-wee you hear that brother!?” Robin exclaimed as he playfully slapped the Sheriff in the back.

“My brother is tip-top but we’re nowhere as good as he is. In fact I’d say I’m better than that rouge.” Gilbert teased as he fired his arrow behind his back without even looking at the target.  It landed right on the bullseye and as the crowd continued to cheer, the Sheriff couldn’t believe his eyes.

Back on the stands, Gale fanned herself and she said.

“My, my. Those two have class. Don’t you think so PJ?”

“Indeed they do, Eliza. Bravo! Uh, bravo. Yes.” Prince John said before doing a light applause and grinning to himself.

Robin took out an arrow and observed it as he began to make conversation with the sheriff about a topic that he knew would make the sheriff explode.

“Oh umm….by the way. We hear you’ve been having a bit of a fascination with Robin’s clever little sister Gale Hood these days.” The sheriff lowered his bow and he said.

“She’s a witch that’s why. Just like her wench of a mother, she’s inherited the black magic of her people. I wouldn’t even be surprised if she’s put a spell on that brother of hers in order to hide from me.” Robin would’ve slugged him right then and there but he held back his anger to hide his cover.

Gilbert also had to hold in his anger cause even worse than Robin, he wanted to kill the sheriff for saying such a thing about Gale.

Unbeknownst to the three men, Heston (who had been observing the two young archers since the beginning with utter suspicion) slithered up towards Robin and peeking through his robes, he could see the green attire underneath.

He softly hissed and slithered through the thick bush muttering to himself.

“I knew it. It’s Robin Hood. Oh he thought he could hide but no one can hide from a snake.” As Heston continued to slither, he was soon stopped by a lute guitar in his path.  When he looked up there before him stood Friar Tuck and you guessed it, me!

“Going somewhere Heston?” I asked snidely.  Before the snake could speak again, Friar Tuck and I grabbed him and muzzled his mouth shut.

We then found an ale barrel and I uncorked the top of it while Friar Tuck straightened Heston out and carefully lowered his body into the barrel. The snake’s muzzled demands fell on deaf ears as Tuck punched him in the head and I closed the barrel with the cork once more.

“That’ll take care of him for a while.” I told him.

“Thank you my friend.”

“Anytime my darling. We better get back to see if Robin and Gilbert made it to the finals yet.”

“C’mon then.” We raced back towards the crowd and heard the Captain proclaim.

“Attention everyone! The three final contestants are……the honorable sheriff of Nottingham!” The sheriff stood up and took his bows but he was only met with hisses and boos from the crowd. “And the Walsh brothers of Bristol.” The crowd cheered as Robin and Gilbert high-fived each other and waved to the crowd.

When Robin turned to the royal stands, he gave a friendly wave and kiss to Maid Marian who waved back to him with a loving smile.  Prince John turned to her noticing her favoritism and said to her.

“My dear I suspect you favor the bowlegged Irish archer, hmm?” Marian smiled shyly and said.

“Uh. Why yes, sire. Well—at least he amuses me.” Prince John laughed before saying as he turned back towards the field.

“Coincidentally my dear girl. He amuses me too.” He chuckled darkly.

“For the final shoot out! Move the target back 30 paces!” the drums rolled and that’s when the Sheriff ordered one of his guards.

“You heard him Wormtail! Get going you rat on two legs!” the stoutly man soon got behind the target and the Sheriff whispered to him. “And remember what you’re supposed to do.”

“Yes sir, sheriff sir.” Wormtail said as he moved the target back 30 paces before setting the target back down.  The Sheriff readied his bow for one last shot.  He took careful aim and released his arrow which went flying. But to everyone’s surprise and no one’s foul calling, Wormtail jumped up into the air and the Sheriff’s arrow went straight into the bullseye.

The Sheriff grinned proudly and said.

“Well, guess that shot wins the golden arrow, the kiss, the whole nine yards.”

“Now just a second Sheriff. Don’t go counting my brother and I out just yet!” Gilbert snapped.

“Your right, my apologizes. Good luck you two.” Gilbert brushed past the Sheriff and readied his arrow.  He aimed right for the Sheriff’s arrow, ready to split it down the middle, but before he could take the shot something happened.

Gilbert suddenly let out a pained scream and he collapsed to his knees, holding his lower back in agony.

“BROTHER!” Robin cried out.

“Get a medic over here now!” The Sheriff called out.  Soon medics arrived and they soon found that his lower hip was bleeding rapidly.  They patched him up as best as they could before taking him away.

“Wait, wait!” Gilbert groaned as he gripped Robin’s sleeve and whispered to him. “Split his arrow Rob!” Robin nodded and soon the medics took Gilbert away to patch him up.

Robin then saw the Sheriff tuck in a small bloodied up dagger back into his sleeve and felt utter rage within him.  He hoped that after this was over, he’d get the chance to really beat the hell out of the Sheriff. ��

For not only did he have the gawk to insult his sister, but he also attempted to kill one of his best men right in front of him.

As he took his stand and readied his arrow, he inhaled deeply before exhaling out softly.

‘This is for you Gilbert.’ He thought to himself.  Suddenly his bow was tipped upwards and his arrow went flying sky high.  The crowd gasped and using his last arrow, Robin fired his arrow at his old one.

The second arrow struck the tail of his first arrow which dipped it downward, soaring through the air like a falcon diving.  And miraculously it not only hit the bullseye, but it obliterated the Sheriff’s arrow right off the target.

The crowd soon cheered loudly at Robin’s victory. Marian above all else was most excited as she embraced Arthur excitedly.  James and Gale both whistled and cheered for Robin.

Prince John clapped slowly but turned to the Captain of the guard and gave him the signal.  The captain nodded and winked before looking around and whispering to one of the royal guards.

Robin tossed his bow into the air and caught it doing a victory twirl and headed on over to the royal stands and escorting behind him was the royal guard.  Maid Marian staring at him lovingly and smiling as she now sported the daisy behind her ear and resting against her long blonde locks.

As Robin now stood before Maid Marian who held the golden arrow, Prince John stood up from his throne and said to him.

“Archer I commend you. And because of your superior skill you shall get what is coming to you. Our royal congratulations.”

“Oh thank you kindly your highness. Meetin you face to face your high and mighty is a real treat……”

“Yes, yes, yes I know!” Prince John interrupted him before clearing his throat.  He then took out his sword and began to knight Robin as he said, “And now I name you the winner. Or more appropriately,” he chuckled darkly before tucking the blade into Robin’s robes destroying his costume and revealing himself. “The loser!”

The crowd all gasped in horror, and even Gale, David and Kit stood there horrified.

“Seize him.” Prince John nonchalantly decreed.  The guards soon wrestled with Robin Hood as he tried to escape and fight off each of the guards, but they easily overpowered him and had him bound and chained up. “I sentence you to instant, sudden and even immediate death!” Prince John hissed.

“Oh no!” Maid Marian gasped fearfully.  Tears formed in her eyes and gently seeped down her cheeks. She turned and pleaded to Prince John. “Please, please sire! I beg of you to spare his life, please have mercy!”

“My dear emotional lady why should I?” Prince John asked not caring at all for Marian’s tears.

“Because I love him.”

“Love him?” Prince John asked in surprise. “And does this prisoner return your love?” Robin turned to see his beloved’s tears run down her face. He longed for nothing more than to break out of his binds, hold her in his arms, and kiss those tears away.

“Marian my darling, without you it’s like there’s no air for me to breathe.” Marian placed her hand over her heart at Robin’s declaration of love, while Arthur wrapped a comforting arm around her.

“Ahh young love.” Prince John mocked.  Marian and Arthur turned to Prince John.  Arthur glaring while Marian continued to allow some tears to fall down her face. “Your pleas have not fallen upon a heart—of stone.” He continued to mock sympathetically before proclaiming out “But traitors to the crown must die!”

“Traitors to the crown? That crown belongs to King Richard! LONG LIVE KING RICHARD!!” Robin exclaimed.

“LONG LIVE KING RICHARD!!!” the people of Nottingham echoed back.

“ENOUGH!! I AM KING! KING! KING! That’s it! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!!!”

The drums soon started playing that dreading death beat. The executioner soon came up with his axe as the guards forced Robin on his knees.  The crowd went dead silent with horror as they were about to witness the beheaded of their beloved hero.

Marian sniffled and sobbed into Arthur’s chest.  He embraced his friend trying his best to comfort her.  Suddenly screaming through the air was a female voice.

“NOO!!!” everyone gasped out and covering his body like a shield was Gale.  She glared with pure hatred at the executioner and she sneered.

“If you kill him, you’ll have to kill me too!”

“Queen Elizaveta get away from that blackguard at once!” Prince John proclaimed.

“Never you filthy dog! I’ll never let you touch another hand to my brother again!”

“You’re what?” she stood up and removed her disguise and the crowd all cheered as they now saw Gale Hood in her traditional clothing. The with one swift stroke of her dagger, she freed her brother. “Robin Hood has a sister?!” Prince John exclaimed in surprise.

“He does indeed sire. And this one’s a witch just like their filth of a mother was.” The Sheriff told him.

“Takes a demon to know one Sheriff! You both abuse the people of Nottingham, the same way you both abuse your power of authority! You both speak of loyalty and keeping the law yet you are cruel to those most in need of help! Manipulating and mistreating them for your own selfish gains!”

“SILENCE!!” Prince John whined out.

“But there is one man who knows well the difference between power and respect. And you Prince John took that right away from him when it rightfully belongs to him! LONG LIVE PRINCE JAMES!!”

“LONG LIVE PRINCE JAMES!!!” The people of Nottingham echoed back Gale’s proclamation, just like they did for Robin.  James turned to Gale who looked back at him with soft eyes.

“Sheriff of Nottingham, arrest them both!” Prince John proclaimed.

“It will be my pleasure.” The sheriff growled lowly.  He snapped his fingers and soon his guards surrounded the two siblings.

“Hmm let’s see now there’s……” Gale then began counting out the number of guards to herself then said. “So there’s ten of you and two of us. What’s a poor defenseless woman to do?” Gale pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket.

She then began to fake sob into the handkerchief before blowing on it which erupted red smoke out of it and soon both siblings disappeared.

“I knew she was a witch.” The Sheriff muttered.

“Oh boys~ we’re over here!~” a voice soon cooed out.  The guards all turned and hidden within the toys and trinkets were both Robin and Gale.

“Kill them! Don’t just stand there! Kill them!” but then leaping from the royal stand, Little John, David and Kit sprang into action and helped out their fearless leaders.

Little John took on two of the biggest guards while David and Kit tag-teamed a few other guards from reaching the two siblings.  Together Robin and Gale sword fought against a few guards while sneaking up behind them was Prince John with his sword raised.

Turning around, Robin easily knocked away the prince’s sword and he quickly turned from sneaky failed assassin to trembling child in a matter of seconds.

“Please, please don’t hurt me! No don’t hurt me! Help! Help!” Prince John fled to the safety of some drinking barrels before exclaiming out once more “KILL THEM ALL!!!”

From the royal stands James withdrew his sword and told Arthur.

“Get Marian out of here Arthur.”

“But what about you?” he asked.

“Don’t worry I’ll be fine. They didn’t call me the lion’s fang for nothing. Now go quickly!” James charged forward and joined in the fight.

When Robin was distracted from fighting off a guard, another one was aiming his arrow right for his back.  Just before the guard took the killing shot, James stopped the guard and with one swift swipe across his back, the guard fell to the ground.

After knocking the guard he was fighting, Robin turned to see Prince James standing a few feet away from him.

“Thank you.” he told the Prince.

“Figured you could use an extra sword.” James said.

“Where’s Marian?” Robin asked.

“She’s fine. Arthur’s taking her away from here. And don’t worry, he’s just a friend of ours.”

“I wasn’t worried about that.” Robin said.

“I know, but just in case you were. Arthur only has viewed her as a sister from when we first met him in London. Now where’s Gale?”

“I don’t know. But she’s alright, she can handle herself.”

“I hope so.” The two then raced off to continue the fight.

Meanwhile deep within the woods Laura, Michael and Robert had gotten lost in the woods in the midst of the chaos of the crowd fleeing since the battle began.  The three siblings were frantically trying to find their parents when they got lost in the woods.

“Mama! Pa!” Robert cried out.  Suddenly they heard a branch snap and coming out of the trees was the Sheriff of Nottingham, his sword withdrawn and when he spotted the three Sharpe children, his eyes narrowed.

“Just my luck.” He sniped coldly.  Michael trembled with his arrow and fired at the Sheriff but his aim was terrible and it only embedded itself into a tree. “That was your first mistake child.”

“You dare touch a hair on those kids and you’ll regret it!” a female voice snarled protectively.  The Sheriff then felt a blade right at his neck and he slowly smirked.

“The demon!” he hissed.

“The only demon I see is you. Now step away from those children and draw your sword on me you coward.” As the Sheriff spun around and tried to slash at Gale, she quickly side-stepped and stood guard in front of the Sharpe children.

Protecting them like a mother bear would her own cubs.

“Kids get up into the trees, now!” The kids quickly climbed up as high as they could go to keep away from the Sheriff and watched with awe and terror at the fight that was about to go down. “You claim me to be a witch, well I can certainly say I can take you down without black magic.”

“You’re a vile succubus of the Earth Gale Hood. Hypnotizing anyone with your charm before you taint their souls to the darkness. Using men to do your dirty work for your own selfish gain.”

“You know sheriff you would’ve made a great judge. What happened? King Richard saw your perverted side and put you in the lowest rank possible away from the palace?” The Sheriff then lunged for her but she spun around him and gave him a good cut along his cheek with her hidden knife.

As she stood behind him she told him as he wiped his cheek and saw the blood on his hand.

“That was for Gilbert. Now you both have a matching set.”

“Enough tricks siren!” the two then began to go full on at each other, spinning around each other and nearly making close calls with each other.

Of course the Sheriff had one more dirty trick up his sleeve. After Gale had gotten him on his knees after slashing his leg with her sword, he secretly took some dirt in his fist.

“Ms. Gale watch out!” Michael cried out but it was too late, he tossed the dirt right into Gale’s face.  She cried out as the soil stung her eyes and she continued to scream as the Sheriff now had her pinned against him, her arm bent far behind her back and his other hand gripping her hair pulling her head backwards.

“As magnificent as you are, you are still a woman. And women are feeble creatures.” He tossed her down to the ground up.  Her head hitting against the trunk of the tree.

He raised his sword high in the air ready to strike down at Gale and finally end her.  Robert tucked his brother’s and sister’s heads into his chest and he too closed his eyes not wanting to see the inevitable.  His sword then swung down and through the forest a loud CLANK was heard.

The kids slowly opened their eyes and that’s when Laura gasped happily.  The sheriff stood there in fear for standing right before him blocking his attack on Gale was Prince James.

“I knew he’d save her. Just like the princes do in the storybooks.” Laura said to her brothers.

He pushed the Sheriff’s sword aside and with a fast strike, he managed to cut a small chunk of the Sheriff’s long black hair.  As it fell to the ground the Sheriff looked up at the Prince with horrified eyes.

“Touch her again, and I’ll cut off more than just your hair.”

“My-my Prince…….I-I meant no harm. Please have mercy on me.” The Sheriff pleaded as fell to his knees.

“If you have the pride to attack a woman and attempt to kill children, you should have the balls to fight against me. Now on your feet!” The Sheriff’s fear soon melted away as his cold exterior came back up and he stood back up.

“So she’s corrupted you too? The future king. Never fear your highness, I shall remedy of your tainted soul.”

“Oh you’d be surprised just what she’s taught me.” Challenged James.  The Sheriff cried out as he lunged towards the Prince.

But ohh James was indeed a clever fighter.  Just like Gale did to him earlier, he spun around the Sheriff but instead of using his sword he thrusted it to the ground and quickly mounted onto the Sheriff’s shoulders.

Using his momentum and the Sheriff’s own body weight against him, the Prince spun the Sheriff of Nottingham right off his feet.  When the Sheriff, dazed and confused of what had just happened to him, he heard a snap of his bone.  It was then he realized that the Prince had pulled his right arm behind his back and actually broke it.

Before the Sheriff could even turn onto his back, he soon found not only the Prince’s sword, but his own sword crossed over each other over his neck, ready to behead him.

“Please……my Prince….mercy.”

“Every breath you take is mercy from me. I should kill you where you stand for your crimes against Nottingham.” The sheriff closed his eyes fearfully awaiting his punishment.  “But unlike my bastard of an uncle, I know self-control. And I won’t kill before children.” He released the sheriff and gave him a final threat, “But harm those children or Gale’s family again, and next time my sword won’t stop.”

He tossed the sheriff’s sword to the ground and like a frightened dog, the Sheriff ran with his tail tucked between his legs.  James put his sword away and looked up at the tree.

“You children alright?”

“Yeah we’re okay.” Robert said.

“Thank goodness. C’mon down now, he won’t be back anytime soon.” Robert was the first to scale down the tree, with barely any help from James (Robert was a pretty skilled climber and said he didn’t need any help getting down).  Michael then followed behind and James helped him down to the ground, which left Laura clinging onto the trunk fearfully once she saw just how high they really were.

“C’mon Laura jump!” Robert called out to her.

“No!” she cried out fearfully.

“Laura it’s not that far, come on we gotta find ma and pa!” Michael urged her on.

“I can’t! I’m too scared!” James took his sword off his belt and went up the tree to go get Laura.  Once he was half way up the tree, he gave Laura a comforting smile and he told her.

“It’s okay Laura. Can you give me your hand?” he extended his hand out.  Laura looked down and clung onto the tree tighter, her small body trembling with fear.

“What—what if I fall?” she asked.

“I’ll give you a Prince’s vow that I will not let that happen. I’ll be right here to catch you.” her eyes went to look back down but James told her to not look down, only to look at him.

Soon Laura took James’ hand and slowly he brought her closer to him until she clung onto him like a bear to a tree.

“Now, just keep your arms wrapped around me okay, and you can close your eyes if you wish.” He told her as he wrapped an arm protectively around her.  Laura buried her face into James’ neck, his long blonde hair gently tickling her face with each movement he did as he carefully scaled down the tree.

Once they were safely on the ground, James comfortingly rubbed her back and told her that they were safely on the ground.  Laura opened her eyes when two familiar voices began calling out to them.

“Ma!”

“Pa!” soon coming through the trees were Adam and Veronica Sharpe.  James set Laura down and the three children raced up to their parents.  The Sharpe family reunited with each other through hugs and kisses as the kids all spoke at once about what had happened.

Adam looked up at the young Prince and said to him.

“Thank you my Prince.” He went to kneel but James stopped him and he said.

“There’s no need Adam Sharpe. Your children’s safety was my only concern. And I’m happy to see that they’ll be in their parent’s care once again.” Adam stared in awe at this young Prince but smiled and nodded.

“We—we wouldn’t know what we’d done had anything happened to any of our children.”

“Misses Gale!” Laura exclaimed.  James soon turned around and saw Gale starting to regain consciousness softly groaning in pain.  He quickly raced over to her and saw her eyes still covered with dirt and dust.

“Keep your eyes shut my love.” He adjusted her so that her head was on his lap.  He quickly took his water pincher and dumped some water onto his hand before spreading it over her eyes then using his sleeve to gently wipe the water and dust again. He repeated the process a few times before finally allowing Gale to open her eyes.

And once again he was caught off guard by the ethereal beauty of her brown eyes.  The two young lovers stared at each other, almost feeling like the world was slipping away and the only thing that mattered was just the two of them.

“James.” She whispered.

“Hey Gale.” He softly greeted with a smile.

“You—you managed to find me in time?”

“Like I told you when we first met. No matter where you are, I will always find you.” he brushed some of her hair away from her face.

“How romantic.” Praised little Laura softly.

“Sissy stuff!” Michael gagged.  It was then Adam and Veronica decided to take their leave and take the children back home (but really it was to give the young prince and their female heroine some privacy).

Once the Sharpe’s had left, James continued to gently stroke through Gale’s raven hair and stare into her eyes.  Gale soon reached up and took a strand of his long blonde hair in between her fingers and twirl it around.

“You took my dare?”

“Yeah I—I remember you saying long hair wasn’t easy to manage. And you were right.”

“But it—it looks good. Finally gives you the real Charming look.” He faintly chuckled and said.

“God did I miss hearing you call me that.”

“I thought you hated when I called you that the first time we met?”

“Being away from you all these years, made me come to appreciate all the things that we used to do. Every small thing you did or even called me. And—you calling me Charming has been the one thing I missed the most. Cause it makes me think back to the day we met.” Gale smiled solemnly.

James helped her stand up and he said.

“C’mon. Let’s find your brother and the rest of the gang.”

“Onto Sherwood forest then, Charming.”

“Lead the way then, Gale Hood.” She grinned and walked on ahead with James following right behind her.

Back at the tournament, with the battle that had broken out, the field was in disarray.  Tents had been knocked over, the royal stand completely destroyed, and the field completely emptied.  Prince John who was the only one still there exclaimed.

“HESTON! You’re never around when I need you!” that’s when he began to hear a drunken hum coming from the barrel of ale that he was hiding behind.  He pressed his ear to the barrel before uncorking it.

Soon drunkenly raising up was Heston.  He removed the muzzle from his python’s nose and that’s when Heston slurred.

“Oh! Oh hey th-there you are old man! PJ you won’t believe this…..but the archer boy is really Robin Hood.”

“Robin Hood…..” Prince John sneered softly.  Heston nodded proudly.  Prince John then exclaimed in anger as he took Heston out of the barrel and began to throttle him furiously.