#i just happened to think of the Event and realized that the anniversary was coming up so here

[bansq]

i am the fish and the spoon is victory.

context for those who don't remember/weren't aware:

The Origin.

[cookinguptales]

The power is still out so I guess I’ll get started on that meta now.

One thing that I think is really fascinating about this season as a whole is that it’s really, really emphasizing the power Nandor and Guillermo have to accidentally hurt each other. It’s kind of fascinating, tbh, because this whole show it’s been Nandor purposefully but also accidentally hurting Guillermo — but this season, it’s been very much the other way around.

Let me start with Nandor’s history of this. It happens in almost every episode, being honest with you, but two of the clearest instances were in 1.01 and 4.09.

In the very first episode, we’re introduced to the relationship that Nandor and Guillermo have by how they behave on their 10th anniversary as a master-familiar partnership. Guillermo is practically giddy at the idea that his beloved master is finally going to make him a vampire, and he’s hurt deeply when he not only does not do so, he appears to have forgotten altogether how long Guillermo has been there.

We feel bad for Guillermo here, but… well, let’s look at it from Nandor’s perspective. Yes, he forgot how long Guillermo’s been there, but… being real with you, the vampires seem to have a very shaky grasp on time at the best of times. They don’t understand human lifespans at all, they have very fuzzy memories for when things happen, and almost every time they make time estimates they’re off by a hilarious amount. I don’t know that we can fully blame Nandor for not realizing that an entire decade has gone by — he, like the other vampires, tends to live simultaneously in the Long Time Ago and the Right Now and any time in between those periods is ?????

So to him, he’s remembered when their anniversary is (already a success) and has put hours into making a handmade art project for his very endearing familiar. He is sure that Guillermo is gonna love this. He thinks he is absolutely acing this being-a-vampiric-master thing.

But we know that his gift depicting the two of them as vampires together is really just rubbing salt in the wound, because we’re approaching this thing as humans — like Guillermo.

Then again in 4.09, Nandor straight-up steals Guillermo’s boyfriend and inadvertently puts the events in motion that will lead to Guillermo’s boyfriend leaving him for his own clone. Terrible behavior! This hurts Guillermo deeply! His very first boyfriend cheating on him (sort of) with the man he’s been in love with for over a decade and then leaving him altogether for another man he is cheating with (definitely) who also happens to be his own clone.

That’s traumatizing!

But… again, let’s look at it from Nandor’s (very stupid) POV. He knows that Guillermo losing his boyfriend will hurt him, but he also wants to have said boyfriend. So he comes up with a solution that, to his mind, will make everyone happy: let Guillermo keep his boyfriend but also make a clone of him so he can have him, too.

I think it’s very important to note here that, catty as it was to say, Nandor was right. He definitely could have stolen Guillermo’s Freddie without too much work. The guy’s a philanderer. But instead of doing that, he used up one of his last three wishes to make his own Freddie specifically to avoid hurting Guillermo. And then he seemed genuinely confused when Guillermo was hurt anyway. He then tried to do whatever he could to make Guillermo stop hurting, including offering him his own Freddie, until he ultimately gave up a toy that he truly loved so Guillermo would hurt less.

Again, from Nandor's POV he has made a significant sacrifice for Guillermo’s well-being. He has given up a man that he really, really liked so Guillermo would stop being so heartbroken. Moreover, this is a man that, to his mind, he got the hard way instead of the easy way that would have hurt Guillermo more.

So he still thinks he’s doing great at this relationship, even if we know he is ultimately breaking Guillermo’s heart.

(And as an aside here, I think it’s fascinating that Guillermo really did seem to understand exactly what was going on, too. He knew that Nandor’s decision to clone Freddie wasn’t about Nandor wanting Freddie, it was about Nandor wanting all of Guillermo’s attention on him at all times, and that’s why he was angry.)

Anyway… that’s all a really long way to get to my point, which is this. We’ve seen Nandor play this out a hundred times, doing something he thought was fine only for it to devastate Guillermo. We understand human lifetimes, relationships, and emotions, so we understand why Guillermo is upset. But, and this is key, Nandor doesn’t.

So season five finally shows this happening in reverse. I’m not going to say that Guillermo hasn’t hurt Nandor before, purposefully or otherwise, because he has. But boy did he really fuck things up this time.

Like Nandor, Guillermo didn’t do any of it on purpose. He was never trying to hurt Nandor or upset social norms when he paid Derek to bite him. But vampiric priorities are as foreign to Guillermo as human priorities are to Nandor. He did something he thought was totally fine and value-free only to find that he didn’t just transgress a social norm, he transgressed the big one. He didn’t just do something that would hurt Nandor, he did something that will destroy him.

He didn’t mean to. His misunderstanding was understandable to us, fellow humans. But that doesn’t make it okay. Just like it wasn’t okay when Nandor stole his fucking boyfriend.

It's almost like this was tailor-made to force the audience to think about how the vampires have been interacting with Guillermo for years. This time Guillermo didn't know something about their culture, and obviously we didn't either. So we felt that same dawning horror when we understood how big the accidental fuck-up was — and we had to come to terms with the fact that this is how Nandor feels about Guillermo all the time.

Anyway... Guillermo’s big angst trigger seems to be being undervalued by the people he loves. It’s when someone who he loves with everything he has does not love him back. We see that devastation hit him both of the times that Nandor accidentally hurt him in this post, along with a thousand other times. I think, in fact, it is his main drive as a character: doing everything he can to be valued. It’s why he wants to be a vampire. It’s why he serves the vampires. It’s why he lies to his family. It’s depressing and it’s codependent and it’s unhealthy, but that’s Guillermo.

Nandor’s big angst trigger, on the other hand, seems to be abandonment. He is so fucking terrified of the people that he loves leaving him, and that seems to be rooted pretty firmly in his experiences when he was still alive. (Jehan, his wives running away, etc.) He’s so scared of Gail leaving him that he just tries harder to win her back when he discovers she’s cheating on him. He’s so scared of Laszlo leaving him that he gets angry when Laszlo makes new friends. He’s so scared of Guillermo leaving him in 2.08 that he’s willing to humiliate himself to bring him home. His primary drive really seems to be hoarding the people he loves close — too close for comfort sometimes. He tries so hard to force a connection that he ironically tends to sever it. Just look at his poor descendent Madeleine. :’)

And just as Nandor constantly sets off Guillermo’s devaluation trigger, Guillermo constantly sets off Nandor’s abandonment trigger. Every time he leaves or even just threatens to do so, Nandor goes ballistic. But it seems like the only thing that sets him off more than Guillermo leaving is Guillermo staying where he is but being emotionally absent. He doesn’t know how to handle a Guillermo who has replaced him while they’re still living in the same home. Right now he thinks that Guillermo has replaced him with Laszlo as a hang-out buddy, and that’s bad enough — how will he respond when he finds out that Guillermo has replaced him with Derek in a much more intimate way?

Guillermo’s doing everything he can to spare Nandor’s feelings in this season, but it seems like every decision he makes just upsets Nandor more. Nandor feels replaced, abandoned, and neglected, and he’s going to feel that way a hell of a lot more when he sees the truth.

Guillermo has always been shown to be capable of hurting Nandor in intimate ways that no one else can. From the very first episode, we’re made abundantly aware that Guillermo chooses to take Nandor’s shit. He twitches that curtain to the side and we realize that no matter how strong Nandor is, Guillermo has the ultimate power in this relationship. Guillermo can hurt Nandor like no one else can because Nandor trusts him to protect him while he’s asleep.

Then Guillermo becomes this legendary slayer and he can actually physically hurt Nandor like no one else can just because he’s stronger than even the most powerful and respected vampires in the Tri-State Area.

But we’re seeing now that Guillermo can also hurt Nandor emotionally like no one else can. Nandor gave him that power, too, didn’t he? This whole series, Nandor has been the one hurting Guillermo over and over, but this season is making it so fucking clear that Guillermo has the power to do it right back. Even if he doesn’t mean to.

Especially if he doesn’t mean to, maybe.

The two of them are so terrible at communicating with one another. Just. So fucking terrible. And that’s a lot of how Nandor accidentally hurt Guillermo over and over throughout the years. And it’s how Guillermo has just straight-up gutted him now.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

About Miguel taking the place of Gabriella's father -

BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE MILD MIGUEL -

I know we say ooooohhhh Miguel is a psychopath, he's evil for taking her dads place. that's so creepy

and yeah, it is creepy. horror movie shit

But Question:

If you saw a child, a child belonging to another you, going through a deep pain, alone. Wouldn't you step in?

If you knew that a child was about to experience a traumatic event - and you were the only person in the universe with the ability to help.

Would you? Like you, personally. Or would you turn the other way and let fate take it's course?

Would you even have the strength to do that?

When Gwen lost her father in front of Jess, Jess felt like someone had to step in. WE felt like someone had to step in.

When Gabriella lost her father in front of Miguel - wouldn't he feel it too? Wouldn't you?

He did. He stepped in. And he tried to change it. And he killed her.

When Miguel and Jess are both faced with a young girl, on the verse of losing her father in an abrupt and traumatic way, they probably both thought the same -

'Someone has to do something. I have to do something.'

So with that in mind - can we imagine that Miguel felt that same way when looking at Gabriella? A girl who just lost her father abruptly? In a violent, permanent way?

Looking at her father and knowing that...eventually - Gabby is going to know something is wrong. Her father isn't coming home. And very soon - she's going to start getting scared.

Knowing that from this day forward her life will chance in a very big and very painful way.

Or it couldn't.

Or, he could step in. Or, he could head 'home'. He can tuck Gabby in like nothing happened. She could go on like she lived everyday - normal, happy, safe, and with a dad that loves her. Nothing has to change. No funeral. No death anniversaries. No empty space. All he has to do is step in. Or, he can look the other way and let fate take it's course. And let Gabriella end up wherever the universe decides.

What would you do? Can you even decide that?

Look, Do I think what Miguel did was right - taking her father's place? I don't know. Does it matter? Either way - Gabriella suffered.

But do I think Miguel is a psychopath? Do I think he was obsessed, and scheming? No. I don't at all. I think he, like Jess, saw a kid in need. I think he's normal. He's Just Miguel. I think he was monitoring the universe for other Miguels, the same way they monitor all universes for anomalies or recruits. And when Lyla told him about the death - about Gabby - he was faced with a very hard decision -

I don't believe Miguel - at his baseline - is an intentionally malicious person. In any capacity.

I think he's a dude, like Jess - who saw a little girl in need. And now he's in way too deep, and people are dying, and he doesn't know how to stop it no matter how hard he tries and everything he does seems to make it even worse

And when he's trying - when he pulling out all the stops, finding all the best, watching universes day & night - nothing helps. Anomalies keep happening.

Even after all that, after making a whole society - he can't stop it. People are still dying.

And the moment he realizes this - the moment Miles breaks free and escapes. He realized once again - the universe is in control. He was never going to fix it. He never could.

All the efforts he put into The Society can't stop Spot - and they can't stop Miles.

And now, because Miguel isn't good enough to catch him, people are going to die, on his watch AGAIN.

Or..at least that's how Miguel sees it.

Miguel didn't sign up for this. He didn't sign up to be a boss holding all of existence together with duct tape and silly string.

He signed up to be a dad. He just wanted to help a little girl.

And now people are dying, Gabriellas dead, People's universes are on the edge of collapse, and now Miles is coming into play, and he's gonna lose HIS dad and Hobie's finally gone AWOL knowing it was gonna come eventually -

And Yes, he snapped. (lol not in the cvnty way)

Between those moments he went from this -

To this. The emotional deterioration is sudden. Everyone around him is stunned he's capable of this.

Does Miguel even know he's capable of this?

I don't know.

I just know this is us seeing a Miguel with reasoning - and a Miguel without it. A Miguel who is being conscious about what he's doing and the words he's picking, to a Miguel running on pure rage and fury and desperation alone.

There's no planning here. There's no stopping to think. He can't and he won't. He wants everyone in the field now.

This is Miguel not being normal. And he got to this point -

All because he wanted to help a little girl. The same way we wanted to help Gwen.

I don't think Miguel's story is about an unhinged man using trauma as an excuse to rule with an iron fist.

I don't think that's what this is. Miguel's story is the same as Jess story is the same as Peter's story.

He wanted to help this kid who needed him. And it backfired.

I think Miguel's story is a reminder that sometimes our help can hurt.

And I think his story is a reminder that Yes, even normal people can reach Miguel's level of rage.

Even normal people can be pushed to the point total powerlessness, of feeling like everything you do makes everything worse. To total desperation - just to make anything better some way, some how. To just get any sense of control back when you're on a ride you didn't ask for and can't get off of.

No - I don't think anybody would go mauling children, but I do think there is a point where it does get to much. When literally nothing in the universe is going how you want it to, and you're angry. At it, and everyone in it, anyone that goes along with it-

Anybody can snap.

At this point..I'm not trying to justify what he did - I never was.

I guess I'm just saying I admire Miguel and his character depth for making a very difficult choice. And I hope Gabriella enjoyed the time she had left with Miguel.

Not because he deserved it.

Because she didn't deserve anything that happened to her. She deserved a loving and happy dad. And I hope that's what he gave her. I hope she didn't have to know about all this terrible shit, or why her dad had to wear that watch ALL THE TIME now.

I hope Miguel did what he came to do in the time he had to do it and everything else sucks.

But back to the question.

You see a scared child about to lose their parents. Do you help them?

If that child was technically your child, if they looked like you and laughed like you, - if you knew no one else in the universe could make this better BUT YOU - would you help them? Or no? No judgement, I'm just curious. Because honestly...I don't know what I'd do. At the very least, I don't think Miguel malicious. I don't think he was scheming. In fact, maybe he didn't even think twice.

Who knows.

But looking back, I think everything - everything we see happen in ATSV - was solidified the moment he stepped into Gabriella's world. I don't think there was ever really a point where Miguel would be allowed to say 'I'm in over my head and I need out.'

He was never going to fix it. He never could. We know it. Maybe he knows it too.

But that doesn't mean he can stop trying.

Miguel was never gonna fix it. He was always bound to snap.

I guess what I'm saying is I feel bad for Miguel. Shoot me. Call it a brick and a hard place. But also don't maul kids.

I think he's just Miguel. And he's in way too deep, because he wanted to help. Some Mild Miguel. But anyway -

If you were Miguel: Would you have helped Gabriella?

BONUS QUESTION: If you knew you were going to be leaving behind an orphan child- and you knew your other self would love your child like their own and take your place without the kid enduring the pain - would you want them to step in, or no? Would you rather your kid know you're dead, and then let the system and proceedures play out as fate makes it?

[togrowoldinv]

The Meeting

Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

When you meet a fellow mom at the PTO meeting, you soon realize just how much love she needs

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, fingering, oral (W receiving), mommy kink, general fluff at some parts

Note: I just woke up thinking about milf Wanda lol. Follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for updates! Enjoy!

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Your hands shake with nerves as you enter the school. You’re not one for group events, but your daughter’s teacher had asked you personally to help with this year’s spring events. You couldn’t say no.

You follow the other parents to the sign in table. Recognizing a couple of the parents, you smile at them and have some small talk as you sign your name.

And then you see her. A mom who’s new to the town, and everyone is curious about.

She sits next to you. You figure it would be impolite not to introduce yourself.

“Hey I’m y/n,” you say, holding out your hand for the woman to shake.

She turns to you. You could get lost in those eyes.

“Wanda,” she supplies simply. She shakes your hand gently.

Before you can ask her any questions, the meeting starts. Pepper Potts leads the conversation and explains that you’ll be divided into teams for the process.

You’re uneasy at the idea, but when she pairs you and Wanda as a team your curiosity is peaked.

The meeting comes to an end and it’s time to talk to your partners to make schedule arrangements.

“So, we can meet here on whatever night works best for you,” you start the conversation with Wanda.

“The boys keep me pretty busy,” Wanda explains.

“Boys?”

“Yes, I have twins,” she clarifies.

“Oh wow. I thought one was exhausting,” you say. Wanda laughs a little at that. “We can meet anywhere at anytime. I’m open as long as I have time to get a sitter.”

“Would you mind if we did it my house?” Wanda asks. “I have to wait for my husband to drive to me places and it’s just easier if-“

“Sounds perfect,” you cut her off. You didn’t need to know anymore than that about her husband. “Just text me your address.”

You hand her your phone to put her number in and shoot her a quick text that it’s you. With a quick goodbye, you and Wanda go separate ways. She texts you the next morning with her address and the time to be there.

The first time going there you were nervous. You didn’t know anything about Wanda other than her first name. Every week you learn more about her and start feeling yourself really drawn to her.

Today when you show up at Wanda’s, she answers the door wearing her best dress. But her eyes are sad.

“Hey Wanda. You look nice,” you tell her. “I was supposed to come here tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah, come in,” she replies.

You walk in and sit your stuff down on the couch like usual. Wanda sits next to you, but her focus is on her phone.

“Is everything okay?” You ask her.

Wanda drops her phone onto the couch and turns to you.

“He isn’t coming home tonight. It’s our anniversary and he isn’t coming home,” she says. She starts crying.

You move closer to her and wrap an arm around her shoulder. She leans into you and cries into your chest.

“I’ve got you, Wanda,” you say. “I know how hard this is.”

“You do?” She asks through her tears.

“I do. I went through the same thing. Hence why I’m a single parent now,” you explain.

“I didn’t know. You always seem to have it together,” Wanda says.

“Yeah well, truly I don’t. But that’s alright.”

You wipe Wanda’s tears from her face with one hand and rub your hand over her back with the other.

Wanda’s tears begin to subside. She shifts in your arms and is now inches from your face.

“Wanda,” you whisper just before she leans forward and kisses your lips.

You can’t help but kiss her back. She’s so beautiful and so deserving of soft love. After a few minutes of kissing, Wanda seems to realize what’s happening and she pulls away a little.

“I’m sorry,” she says, her breath hits your lips.

“Wanda, when is the last time someone kissed you like this?” You ask her.

“I don’t know.”

You run your hand through her hair and Wanda’s eyes close in comfort.

“Can I kiss you again?” You ask. She nods. “I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes, please, yes,” she breathes out.

At her words, you kiss her deeply. She melts against you. You pull her into your lap, and kiss her neck. Wanda moans and moves her hips as you pay attention to the soft skin of her neck.

“Bite me,” she mumbles. You grin against her neck and do as she asks.

You pull away and look at her. She’s so beautiful.

“Wanda, you’re so gorgeous,” you tell her.

The smile she has on her face makes your heart swell. You lift up her dress over her hips to reveal red lacy panties.

“Fuck, Wanda.”

You run a finger over her panties and feel her wetness. She grinds against your finger and you take that as a sign to slip her panties to the side.

“Oh god,” Wanda moans.

“Be good for me, baby,” you say. “Already so wet for me.” You run your fingers over her folds and slip them into her.

She rides your fingers as you continue to kiss anywhere you can reach on her body. It’s not long before Wanda’s hip movements become erratic.

“Come for me, Wanda,” you say.

“Fuck,” she moans as she coats your fingers.

You work her down from her high. And she falls against your shoulder. You kiss her temple and she smiles against you.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” You ask her.

“I haven’t felt this good in so long,” Wanda replies. She kisses your neck. You hold her tighter against you.

“You deserve to always feel this good.”

Wanda shifts in your arms to look at you again. You kiss her and reach behind her to unzip her dress. She stands up and the dress along with her panties fall to the floor.

You take in the sight of her standing there with nothing on.

“My god, you’re so beautiful,” you tell her.

She smirks and reaches her hand out for you to take. You smile and take it. Wanda pulls you off of the couch and into her bedroom.

You kiss her as she falls back onto the bed. This time you bring your lips to her nipples and suck them.

“You feel so good,” Wanda says. Her hands push you further into her chest.

“All for you, mommy,” the word slips from your lips. You stop sucking on her due to the feeling a little embarrassed. But Wanda doesn’t let you hesitate for long.

“Mommy needs you,” she says. The term makes you both so amped up and ready.

“I’ll take care of you, mommy,” you say. You move down her body and drop kisses along the way.

You lick her folds and she makes beautiful sounds. Taking her clit in your mouth, you bring her close almost immediately. She definitely hasn’t been touched like this in a long time, if ever.

“Fuck baby,” Wanda says.

“Come for me, mommy,” you say against her.

And she does. You wish you could remember the sounds she makes for the rest of your life. So beautiful, so pleasant.

You clean her up and move up to lay next to her. Wanda kisses you in a way that feels like she’s thanking you for helping her feel so good.

“I’m so glad I met you, Wands,” you say.

“I’m glad I met you too, y/n,” she says. She moves to straddle your waist and slips her hands under your shirt. “It’s your turn now, baby.”

You smile and let Wanda start to undress you.

You are so glad you went to that PTO meeting.

Wanda Maximoff is the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.

And here she is above you, making you feel so good.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Now it’s Harry’s turn to leak…

Sources tell the Daily Express that Prince Harry's team emphasized the need to keep the exact date of his appearance confidential due to fears over his security in the United Kingdom. The revelation of the service details on the St. Paul’s Cathedral official website has heightened fears, particularly in light of disclosures made in the Duke of Sussex’s memoir Spare, where he discussed his military service, including that he had killed 25 Taliban fighters in Afghanistan.

So two things, from my perspective.

1. There was Sussex PR some time ago about how Harry wanted “bygones to be bygones” and how he hopes to have a royal turnout (ie Charles, William, and Kate) for the Invictus Games anniversary service. That’s probably not going to happen so this could be Harry setting up an excuse to cancel and bow out so he doesn’t get embarrassed.

2. It’s his own damn fault that there’s a security risk for him to be in London. He didn’t have to include what he did in Spare. Everyone knows you don’t brag about your kills! That he doesn’t know that, or thinks he’s better than military code is just more confirmation he wasn’t as included in his unit or as readily accepted as “one of them”. It debunks many of his claims about how exalted his veteran status is. Yeah, he gets a lot of acclaim for serving but have you realized the acclaim comes from the public? The people he served with, or that knew him in the military, have kept their mouths firmly shut. That’s telling.

I wonder who tipped off the Express that St. Paul’s published the date and time of the service if it’s in a not-known-to-the-public section of the website. Gee, I really wonder who could’ve told.

And finally, personally, I think it’s really strange they’ve organized a service of thanksgiving for the tenth anniversary of a charity event. Does that sort of thing happen in the UK? It’s so obviously a ploy for money/donations and an attempt to reclaim the royal legitimacy Invictus Games lost when Harry quit the BRF.

Should be interesting to see if Harry really goes and/or if the service really does happen next month. I’ve got my bets on the thing getting cancelled because of this new security drama.

[betterthanapokeintheeye]

[Remembering Terry]

This is something I wrote four years ago, but its still resonates with me, now. Four years on and having recently returned from another successful Llamedos Holiday Camp where we all spoke Terry's name, with gusto, love and joy there is still sadness but not tears. Another anniversary, but still his name is spoken, and for that I am filled with joy. GNU Terry, mind how you go.

Five years ago today...

Great A'Tuin stopped swimming, the clacks were silenced, the rimfall froze as the inhabitants of the Disc became adjusted to the realization that something in the fabric of the universe had fundamentally changed.

I like to think that, after that briefest of moments, the people of the Disc shook themselves down and got on with their daily tasks with a strange but undefinable sense of loss.

For me I never got to grieve. The phone calls and the emails came in and TV and radio interviews happened, we dealt with a fandom in mourning and never stopped to process our own grief.

And then, five years on, just coming down from an amazing weekend at the first Llamedos Holiday Camp with 150+ friends both new and old the tears have come. I'm sure it's a combination of post event blues and complete exhaustion but I cant stop right now.

I miss you Terry and all the amazing characters you created. I hope that somewhere in a second hand set of dimensions all the denizens of the Disc are once again pausing to reflect on what you gave them.

You'll never know how much you gave me, at one point this last weekend, standing on that stage looking out over all the mad loonies that I call friends I realised how rich my life is. And I thought how many of my friends did I know before Discworld and I realised that for the last quarter of a century you allowed me find my tribe.

Bless you Terry, #mindhowyougo, #speakhisname

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Playing Pretend (Part 2)

Drinks before dinner get uncomfortable- and exciting- quickly.

Roy Kent x Reader

2.1k words

Warnings: Language, alcohol, a smidge of angst because that's what happens when your sister marries your ex

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“I thought the big fancy dinner was tomorrow,” Roy mumbled as he pulled a dress shirt out of his suitcase and held it up to check for wrinkles.

After settling into the room you’d be sharing for the weekend, the two of you had spent about an hour laying on the bed next to each other and reading the books you’d each brought before you informed him that it was time to get ready for dinner.

“Oh, it is,” you agreed, pulling out a dress from your own luggage. “Tonight’s just family. My parents and sisters, Jim’s parents.” You paused, looking up at Roy. “You, apparently.”

Roy rolled his eyes and tugged off the Richmond sweater he’d worn on the drive. You blushed, averting your eyes from his wooly chest to focus on the dress in your hands. “Fucking rich people,” he muttered.

A scoff escaped your lips. “Roy, you’re rich,” you reminded him. “You drive a car that costs more than I make in a year.”

“Hey, you told me you like that car.” He buttoned up his shirt and posed. “How do I look?”

You couldn’t help but melt a little as you looked at him in his black dress shirt and equally black jeans. “Perfect.” Realizing you’d been staring for a moment too long, you tightened your grip on your dress. “Be right back.” You stepped into the bathroom attached to the room you’d be sharing with Roy- something you tried not to think too hard about- and changed into the dress. Frustration crossed your mind when you realized you couldn’t quite reach the zipper. “Roy!” you called.

“What?” came his gruff voice.

You poked your head back into the bedroom. “Can you help me with the zipper?”

An expression you couldn’t quite read crossed his face. “Can’t you, I dunno, go ask your mum or your sister to help you?”

“Come on, Roy.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re supposed to be my boyfriend. This is a boyfriend job. How would it look if I go ask my mum to help me with my dress when you’re right there?”

“Fine, fine.” He crossed the room and spun you around, so your back was to him. You were sure you were imagining the shaky breath he let out and the trembling you felt as he slowly zipped up your dress. Roy had no reason to be nervous; you were just the silly kid who used to beg him to play Barbies with you and his sister.

But still, the domesticity of the moment made your heart sing a little.

“Thank you,” you hummed. You slipped on your shoes and gave a little spin. “Now, how do I look?”

His face went all soft, your favorite look in the world. “Perfect.” He held out his hand. “Ready?”

With a deep breath, you took his hand, not sure if you were more anxious about the first event of the weekend or the simple act of holding Roy Kent’s hand. Maybe a bit of both.

The walk to the drawing room felt weirdly familiar; you’d been here many times with Jim, for weddings and anniversaries and birthdays and holidays and just-for-fun. A sad part of you wondered how many times Lauren had been here. An even sadder part of you realized that she was probably sleeping in the same room you used to sleep in.

As if he could feel the sudden pang in your heart, Roy gave your hand a squeeze.

“I’m probably going to repeat myself all fucking weekend,” he whispered, “but I’m right here. I’ve got you. Don’t you fucking forget that.”

Some of the sharp pain in your chest evaporated as you squeezed back. “I know, Roy.”  

“Roy! Darling!”

As soon as you stepped into the drawing room, you mother made a beeline for the two of you, throwing her arms around Roy. Your dad followed behind, eyebrows slightly raised as he gave you a small hug and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Hello,” Roy said, genuine cheer in his voice as your mother released him. He shook your dad’s hand warmly. “Hope I’m not intruding on the weekend.”

Your mum shook her head “Absolutely not. You’re always welcome with us, you know that, dear. Especially-” She shot you a look. “-if what we hear about you and our little duckling is true?”

Roy wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to himself. “Guilty, I’m afraid.”

“Well, that’s grand,” you dad assured him. “Always had a good feeling about the two of you.” He gestured towards the room. “Come on in, we’re doing the whole cocktails before dinner thing.” Your dad wrinkled his nose at you; even when you dated Jim, he was always uncomfortable with how posh Jim’s family was. However, he never said no to the chance to drink good alcohol, as evidenced by the glass in his hand.

Roy guided you to one of the elegant couches, tenderly placing a hand on your knee once you were seated beside him. Despite your agony surrounding this weekend, part of you hoped it would never end, if only so you could always have all this attention and affection from Roy.

As if determined to ruin any bit of happiness you got this dreadful weekend, your sister and Jim appeared, drinks in hand. Lauren had that plastic smile you knew she’d be wearing for the next three days.

“You two get that alone time?” she teased, shooting you a mocking wink.

You just smiled and leaned closer to Roy, treating him like the lifesaver he was. He planted a soft kiss in your hair that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, Lauren,” he hummed, raising those thick eyebrows that you loved.

“Fathers prefer no kissing,” your dad chimed in with a dry chuckle. “But I can make an exception for Roy.”

Roy’s smile widened. “Appreciate it,” he laughed. He loved the way your dad treated him; even when you dated Jim, your dad treated Roy like a son. His sister had even confided in him that it was a point of contention in your relationship, what with your dad never being as warm with Jim.

Gripping his drink rather tightly, Jim gestured between the two of you. “Alright, so I got interrupted earlier. How’d this happen?”

Shit. You’d forgotten to get your story straight with Roy. The two of you had spent the whole drive up chatting about childhood memories, movies you wanted to show each other, stories from work, and even one enthusiastic duet of You Belong With Me when it came on the road trip playlist you’d had blasting from your phone. It hadn’t occurred to you to make sure the two of you knew what to say when everyone inevitably wanted to know about your “relationship”.

You prayed only Roy could see the panic in your eyes as you looked up at him. “D’you want to tell the story?” you offered.

He didn’t skip a beat. “Well, about what, two months ago, babe?” He looked down at you, and you quickly nodded in agreement. “We were hanging out, and my sister had canceled so it was just us. I took over kebabs, and we were watching His Girl Friday, this one’s favorite.”

Everything he’d said so far was true; the three of you were supposed to hang out, but Roy’s sister had backed out at the last second, so Roy came over anyway. And he’d claimed not to care what movie you watched, so you put on an old Cary Grant movie that you’d seen a million times (and Roy had been forced to watch about half a million times). It had been a perfect night, sitting next to Roy while Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell danced around their feelings before finally coming together.

Roy continued, “And I looked over and saw just how absolutely beautiful she looked, with the light from the television glowing on her face and that dreamy expression she gets when she watches old movies.” He looked down, all bashfulness, before turning his gaze to you. You were amazed by his acting. “And I just fucking asked if I could kiss her, and she said yes. So, I leaned over and…”

It was the kiss you’d waited your whole life for. His hand came up to tenderly lift your chin, tilting your face to his. His barely parted lips were soft, gentle, his beard just barely tickling your skin. Every daydream you’d ever had about Roy Kent was nothing compared to the tiny kiss that ended far too soon.

Bashfulness reappeared on Roy’s face as he cleared his throat, remembering all the eyes on the two of you. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled. “We’re still in that lovey-dovey phase where we can’t keep our hands off each other and make everyone around us want to get violently ill.” His eyes focused icily on Jim. “You remember that, don’t you Jim?

Jim nearly choked on his drink.

“With Lauren,” Roy clarified, nodding towards your sister, whose face was twisted in annoyance. “How’d you two kids meet anyway?”

“Why don’t I get you a drink, Roy?” Jim offered quickly, his face void of all color. “Beer?”

Roy’s hand was back on your knee, gripping it a bit tighter now. “Whiskey. Neat.” He turned to you, his face softening. “And you?”

Jim shook his head. “I remember,” he assured you, shoving his own drink into Lauren’s hand and heading to the small bar off to one side of the room, the bar you remembered experimenting behind with Jim and his cousins once the older folks had gone to bed. You could still taste the disgusting combinations Jim had concocted for you to try. You could still hear the laughter that had filled the room as everyone took shots. You could still feel the sloppy kisses that tasted of expensive alcohol.

Sensing the tension oozing off of you, your parents excused themselves to go talk to Jim’s parents; they didn’t exactly need introductions, considering how many times they’d met while you were dating Jim.

Always perfect in her timing, your older sister, Jen, strolled into the room, shaking you out of your wistful reminiscing. She lit up when she saw the two of you and made a beeline for you, her husband, Paul, in tow.

“Well, well, well, what have we here? And there? And every-fucking-where?” she teased.

Roy laughed and stood, wrapping his arms around your older sister. “Hello, Jenny.” He turned his attention to your brother-in-law. “Paul, how the hell are you man?”

Paul shook Roy’s hand enthusiastically, the way he always did. “Great. Clearly you’re doing quite well yourself.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “I owe your dad forty quid. I had figured the two of you’d be dancing around this thing for the rest of your lives.”

“Paul!” you gasped, smacking your brother-in-law’s arm playfully. Behind closed doors, he loved to tease you about your painfully obvious attraction to Roy.

“I knew you two’d get together eventually,” Jen bragged, giving you a squeeze before you resumed your seats. “I mean, come on, we all could see the way you look at each other. Someone was bound to crack eventually.”

You let out a weak chuckle and leaned close to Roy, whose arm rested casually around your shoulders. Lauren watched you, eyes narrowed, as Jim returned. His hand shook slightly as he handed you your usual drink, the one he’d heard you order a million times. He handed Roy his whiskey and returned obediently to Lauren’s side, taking his own glass from her hand and planting a kiss on her cheek.

“We better go make sure things are ready for dinner,” Lauren hummed, grabbing Jim’s hand and pulling him out of the drawing room. You couldn’t help but notice Jim’s gaze lingering on you; neither could Roy, whose arm tightened around you.

Paul let out a low whistle. “This is going to be a tense weekend,” he muttered, raising his eyebrows at the two of you. He turned to Jen. “We should start taking bets about when this one and Jim come to blows, eh?”

Roy let out a dry chuckle and sipped his drink, relaxing slightly. “We wouldn’t want me making Lauren a widow before she’s even married, would we?”

“Play nice,” you warned him playfully, poking his nose. Fake-dating Roy felt deliciously natural. At least, when Jim and Lauren weren’t around.

“Yes, dear.” Roy’s voice was light and teasing. He leaned forward and kissed your lips again, a smidge deeper this time. The taste of his whiskey sent your head spinning. “Whatever you say.”

[thesteriuswife]

Today marks three years of Dianthus existing! I made my first concept sketches for her on 11/20/23 💖 this also means it's been three years of Diathesterius! I sometimes use the date I uploaded Dia to toyhouse, the 21st, as the anniversary date just in case I'm late... but I managed to finish colouring this <3 I had actually wanted to do something for this earlier in the month, I even made some very elaborate plans for it... but it ended up not happening! Which is okay 💞 but I still wanted to draw a little wedding piece... so I did! I'll make something fancier when I have more time later on... 💝 I used my own handwriting here for authenticity, but at some point... I'd like to be able to rewrite in Greek for More authenticity <3 Uncropped version (and long rambling post) under the cut 💕 I get a little Vulnerable so don't read it if you're gonna be mean or else I'll like Get You or something

I've made posts in the past talking about why Theseus and Asterius mean so much to me, but I don't think I've made one on why Dianthus herself means so much to me.. so for her own third year anniversary, I'll do that here! before I begin...! the fruit in dia's hair here are from the strawberry tree, arbutus unedo. I associate the tree and its fruit with Theseus but... it's honestly been so long, I don't remember exactly why! Just that, for some reason, I imagine thathis childhood home had a tree of these fruit blossoming just outside his mother's room, and thus he has fond memories of it. Lady Dianthus... she who loves all things pink, actively hates celery, and still has a job at the library despite being so fogetful and clumsy... she who met Theseus and immediately became obsessed because it was the first interesting thing to happen to her- not a parent or someone she's close to, but herself! her first time feeling as if she had a true purpose. She who didn't understand Theseus' obsession with Asterius until meeting he Minotaur, and promptly decided "he's not scary? he's not scary at all! he's just a cow!" I've made sona and the likes before Dia of course, but she was the first in a long time who was truly meant to resemble me in all ways (except for the setting, of course...). I made her design simple so I would easily be able to redraw her, and gave her one of my favourite palettes pink and green and cream and gold. At first I really didn't expect to get that attached to her... I went months without drawing her after her initial creation. but the more I drew her the more I realized how much fun I was having with her...! It's funny looking back on it... originally I had a much more comedic idea for her story, and di not intend to ship her with Theseus in any serious way. It was going to be a completely one-sided love (with Dianthus taking the role of "crazed fangirl" - which she still is, in a way). I'm sure it isn't a surprise but it didn't take me long at all to start drawing ship art of them, creating artworks and writing of Theseus and Asterius was a self indulgent joy for me, so why not selfship art too? I ended up invested, of course. Using Dia I put a lot of my own feelings into a story; a sense of otherness, her loneliness, feeling lost and out of place. I had removed it later on because I felt uneasy with how vulnerable it was, but at one put I had placed one of the most traumatic events of my life into Dia's story- sometimes I think about adding it back, because I know giving her an oppurtunity to open up about it with her beloveds would be something beneficial to Me irl(!). But that's besides the point here... she's a stubborn girl, sweet but arrogant is my usual go-to descriptor for her; that's how I think of myself too, just based on what I've been told (I have a hard time thinking of myself as nice, though others always say so to me...). That may be part of why I tend to look for those features in (fictional!) lovers... something feels good to me about being able to butt heads due to this shared traits, but still coming together and making amends despite it. I do think it's a little funny that the sonas I've gotten the most attached to so far- Dianthus, and now Nerine- have some sort of theme of death with them. Dianthus is literally a ghost, and Nerine is metaphorically one (and maybe liteally, if I ever make up my mind...). Maybe that's just fitting for me, though... hmm... I'm not sure what else I want to say here... I think of Dianthus as "Me but in Hades Game / Ancient Greek context." Of course some events that happen in her life didn't happen to me, or, sometimes, I dramatize it (Dia's mother leaving her and her father to become the wife of a god was inspired by the fact that for the first few yers of my life, my parents were separated... but they always had a positive relationship with one another! Unlike Dia's parents), but she's become a big par

t of me all the same. Just as I am happy and hoping to spend many more years with Theseus and Asterius, I hope to spend many more years with her as well. i think that's all I'll write for now <3 if you read this thank you for being curious enough about me to be interested in all this 😭

btw, here's the first ever post of her... (yes thats my priv </3 i briefly unlocked it to search for this... don't try and follow me over there though it's crazy over there)

[disillusioneddanny]

Okay okay DPXDC idea!!!

Danny has been acting strange for weeks. Damian, being the attentive and loving boyfriend that he is has decided that it’s up to him to find out what’s wrong with the half ghost. For weeks he spends his time stalking his boyfriend, taking him as best as he can when he can. When he isn’t following Danny behind his back, Damian is doing everything to spoil his boyfriend and make sure that he’s happy.

It’s not working tho! He doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong. Usually he’s an amazing boyfriend but no matter what he does, it just seems as though the ghost king is restless. Danny isn’t sleeping, he’s floating through the halls of their house at all hours of the night. It’s as though the halfa is looking for something. But what? What the hell is Danny looking for? Why isn’t he happy?

One night on patrol, Damian mentions it to his brothers, not sure what else he could do to take care of his boyfriend. He’s usually so good at this. Why isn’t it working?

“His death day is coming up, right?” Todd questions.

“Yes. It will have been ten years since his accident. We have already made plans for what we are going to do to commemorate the event. Why?”

“When it’s my death day I always like to go to my gravestone. I know I’m not there anymore. But it soothes the pits and I dunno the weeks before my death day I get restless.”

“We’ve been together for five years now, Todd. He has never behaved like this in his death day before.”

“I don’t fucking know dude. Maybe since it’s the ten year anniversary it’s striking something in him. Does he have a grave he can visit?”

“No. He never fully died. And he was never buried.”

“Why don’t we hold him a funeral and give him a grave?”

So that’s what the BatFam does! They decide to hold a funeral on Danny’s death day. It’s really more like a memorial service and it’s pretty morbid. But the grin on Danny’s face as his friends and family all take the time to tell their favorite Danny stories makes Damian feel as though he’s the best boyfriend in the world. Manson and Foley both give tear jerking speeches about the day Danny died and how it had hurt them. But that they had also were so proud of the halfa and how far he had come since then.

After the eulogies Damian’s brothers all decide to throw Danny into a casket and bury him, just so the guy can get the full experience. Danny finds it absolutely hilarious and also cathartic as hell. Danny floats out of the casket to find a headstone with his birthday and death day on it. He immediately bursts into tears and pulled Damian into his arms.

“I didn’t realize how empty I felt for so long,” he whispered, face pressed against Damian’s chest. “As fucked up and morbid as this was, it was what I needed. No one ever grieved my death except me. My parents didn’t even grieve, they just wanted to experiment on me.”

“Danny, I grieve your death every single day,” Damian said, running fingers through his beloveds hair. “Every day I think about what you missed out on in life, I grieve the childhood that you lost. I grieve the parents who disowned you. I know for a fact that Manson and Foley grieved, you heard their speeches. Watching you die did a number on them and is something that still effects them. Just remember, though, you are still here and with us.”

Danny pulled back and kisses Damian, effectively embarrassing his boyfriend in front of his friends and family. The vigilante absolutely hated any kind of public displays of affection. “Thank you.”

Every death day after that, Danny and Damian find themselves in the cemetery in front of his gravestone. After a few years, Danny finally finds the courage to tell Damian the full story of how he died. Damian had a rough idea but no one had ever mentioned the full story as to how it happened. It may be fucked up and morbid, but the peace that Danny feels is more important to Damian than any kind of discomfort that he would ever feel.

[runnning-outof-time]

Helpless | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written for @cillmequick ‘s 6 month anniversary celebration

Pairing: wartime!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) falls for a charming soldier at one of her family's parties. From the second her eyes fall on him, she's helplessly in love.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, war

Word Count: 2895

A/N: this isn’t one of the songs you had on your list, Alex, but I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity for your celebration. I hope you don’t mind some showtunes being sprinkled into the music mix ;) Happy 6 months, Alex - this community is a better place because you’re in it.

A/N 2: this is based off of the song Helpless from the musical Hamilton. I’ve used some lines from it - they’re italicized. The end is left open on purpose…I didn’t want to follow the second half of the song so closely, so it’s been left up to you. Enjoy! :)

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(Y/N) took a deep breath before she entered the main room of the banquet hall that her family's revel was being hosted in. She was never a fan of these engagements, but it was something that she needed to get used to. She stepped into the room and subconsciously smoothed down the material of her powder blue dress before looking around to find a familiar face.

That face came in the form of her sister, Amelia. She was only a few years older than her, but she was certainly more conditioned to the events than (Y/N) was. It was because of that that (Y/N) always looked to her for help. Thankfully she always got it, or else she definitely would have looked like the black sheep of the room.

"Amelia!" (Y/N) called for her sister as she approached her.

Amelia turned around at the sound of her name and was immediately greeted with her younger sister's smile. "(Y/N)!" she repeated her sibling's name in a similar fashion, reaching out to hug her then. "You look lovely in that dress," she complimented once they pulled away.

"As do you," (Y/N) returned the compliment, looking over her sister's peach colored dress with a smile.

"Let's get a drink," Amelia suggested, taking hold of (Y/N)'s elbow and starting off to the refreshments table before she could get a word out.

The two ladies stood by the table, sipping on their champagne as they surveyed the room, watching the party happening around them. (Y/N) was the first to break the silence, "did dad invite any off duty commanders and their regiments tonight?" she asked, curiosity in her voice.

Amelia whipped around to look at her sister, a surprised look on her face, "are you looking for someone to spend your time with, (Y/N)?" she asked, a teasing grin forming on her face after she was finished speaking.

(Y/N) felt heat rising to her face, now realizing how her previous question could be taken. "No!" she answered quickly, her voice sounding a little too defensive for her liking, "you know I like seeing the soldiers at these events...it helps me to know that they're still alive despite the horrors happening around them," she then defended her original standpoint once she calmed herself down.

Amelia pursed her lips, looking at (Y/N) for a few moments. It was almost as if she was trying to see if the calm expression her sister was wearing was true or if it was just a facade. She bit back her smirk then, deciding to forego the teasing...for now. "I believe he's invited a few to come. I'm not sure how many will show though," she answered, her words making (Y/N) nod.

Their father was a prominent figure within the British Army. He was unable to fight due to an injury he sustained in a previous war, but the staff still kept him on for his intelligence. He liked to throw these revels, especially when it seemed as though good things were happening on the battlefield. (Y/N) didn't know the finer details of the war, but the fact that they were at this event must have meant things were going in the right direction.

"Soldiers incoming!" Amelia teased (Y/N), bringing her out of her thoughts with a giggle and a grin.

"Stop it, please, Amelia!" (Y/N) responded, only half-dismissively, as her eyes snapped to the main doors of the event hall.

The two women went silent as the group of soldiers walked through the doors. They watched them closely trying to get a read on each of them. (Y/N)'s eyes stayed stuck on one of the men who had harshly cut, dark hair and a sharp jawline. She couldn't ignore the fact that her heart started to race the second she spotted him. It was like nothing she'd felt before. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't pull her eyes from him.

"Didn't you hear me, (Y/N)?" Amelia's voice came back into the picture once the attractive man moved behind one of the other men in his company.

"What did you say?" (Y/N) asked, her eyes focused in the direction of the man for as long as she could, keeping her line of sight there even after she turned her head to look at her sister.

By the time she did look at Amelia, the other woman had a wide grin on her face. "You didn't hear a word I said, did you?"

"Of course I didn't...that's why I asked," (Y/N) hissed, not even trying to craft a lie.

"You spotted someone," Amelia figured it out, her grin growing wider, if that was even possible.

(Y/N) exhaled a huff and looked away from her sister, happy that the man she'd been entranced by was still in the same spot that he was before so that she could look at him again. There were two ways that she could go about this: lie about it or continue with the truth.

"Which one is he?" Amelia chimed in again as she followed (Y/N)'s line of sight over to the group of soldiers that were conversing on the other side of the room. She'd obviously picked up on (Y/N)'s cues...(Y/N) silently cursed her for knowing them so well.

(Y/N) bit on her lip and looked at the man for a few moments longer before she leaned in next to Amelia's ear. She kept her eyes on the man as she harshly whispered, "that one," while subtly pointing to the raven haired soldier who'd now stepped off to the side of the group. "He's mine," she then added, turning to look at her sister with a serious expression on her face.

Amelia raised her eyebrows as she looked at (Y/N), taking a moment to let her words sink in. She'd not seen her sister look, or speak, like this over a man in a while...not since Jeremy Matthews in school. There must've been something she saw immediately in him. "Him?" she asked then, pointing over at the group.

(Y/N) followed her sister's finger, checking to see if she was pointing at the same man that she'd been looking at. "Him," she confirmed, her smile breaking through the fight she'd put up to keep it off of her features.

Amelia fully turned to (Y/N) as she heard this confirmation. (Y/N)'s eyes widened as she took in the look her sister was wearing. "I'll be right back," the older of the two stated, leaving her spot before (Y/N) could open her mouth to protest.

(Y/N)'s heart rate picked up for the second time in this short span as she watched her sister saunter her way over to the group of soldiers. Unlike the first time, it was now beating out of worry. What's she gonna do? she thought to herself, holding her breath as Amelia came to a stop in front of the man they'd spoken about.

Amelia put her brightest smile on as she approached the man her sister had her eyes set on. He was talking to a man by his side, but that didn't stop her from tapping him on the forearm. "Excuse me, sir," she began, her words making him halt his conversation and look in her direction.

She was immediately encapsulated by his eyes. They were the deepest blue she'd ever seen and she was certain after only seconds of looking into them that she'd never met anyone with such striking irises before, and that she wouldn't for the rest of her life. A slight voice began speaking in the back of her mind as she stared into them. What if you would just... she didn't let the thought finish as (Y/N) popped back into the center of her thoughts. She saw him first. She's the reason you're over here. You're doing this for her.

"Can I help you?" the man asked, his voice deep and gravelly. Amelia had to repeat her new found mantra as it blessed her ears.

She put her polite smile back on, reminding herself of her sister as she answered his question, "may I speak to you for a moment?"

"Sure," he answered, the slightest grin that formed at the corner of her lips making her almost slip from her intentions again.

I'm through, (Y/N) thought to herself, her stomach sinking as she watched Amelia speak to the man. It felt as though all bets were off when she watched her take him by his arm and turn him towards where she'd come from. But then he looked at her, and (Y/N) was almost certain that she forgot how to breathe for a moment or two.

"Where are you taking me?" the man asked Amelia, his brows furrowed together as he still let her wrap her hand around his elbow to begin moving him from his group.

She turned him before saying anything, and that made him look straight ahead at a woman standing at the side of the ballroom. She was wearing a light blue dress and was by herself. He was immediately intrigued by her.

"I'm about to change your life," Amelia answered, a grin in her voice as she began leading him towards her sister. She was able to see the man grin from the corner of her eye. This is for (Y/N)!!, she screamed to herself.

"Then by all means, lead the way," he replied, his grin apparent in his words. He was certainly intrigued by where he was being taken. "I don't believe I got your name," he said to the mysterious woman who he'd been pulled away by.

"Amelia (Y/L/N)," Amelia answered, her eyes still set on (Y/N). They were about halfway over to her.

"As in Peter (Y/L/N)?" the man tried to make a connection to the host of the party.

"Yes. He's my father," Amelia's answer was short because they were only a few steps away from their destination.

(Y/N) waited until they stopped in front of her to begin speaking, "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," she introduced herself, a smile gracing her lips as she bit back her nerves. Goodness, he was even more handsome up close.

"(Y/L/N)?" the man asked, surprise present in his voice as he glanced over at Amelia.

"My sister," Amelia filled him in, smiling at him before looking back at (Y/N).

"Thank you for your service," (Y/N) brought his attention back onto her, and she just about melted as she watched his eyes glance over her before a grin tugged the corner of his lips upwards.

"If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it," he responded to her, his words setting butterflies off in her stomach.

"I'll leave you to it," Amelia chimed in, making (Y/N) remember that she was still standing there.

(Y/N) smiled at her sister as she walked away before she focused her attention on the handsome soldier in front of her. Oh what I'd give to go for a swim in those eyes...get yourself together, (Y/N)! She snapped herself out of her thoughts before she managed to get stuck there. "I don't believe I got your name," she restarted their conversation.

"Shelby. Thomas Shelby," he formally introduced himself.

"It's nice to meet you, Thomas," she smiled at him.

"You as well," he sent a smile back.

"You're not from around here, are you?" she asked him another question, a curious look forming on her face.

"No," he shook his head once, "was it evident?"

"Yes, it was," she answered him, a smile breaking them on her features. She felt like she should pinch herself...how was this man still talking to her??

"How so?" he asked her, now being the one wearing the curious look.

"People from around here don't look like you," she told him her reasoning behind the question, her answer making him raise his eyebrows. She immediately began to heat up as she saw his expression. Have I messed this entire thing up?

His answer served to calm her down though. "I'll take that as a compliment, Miss (Y/L/N)," he said to her, his grin returning.

"Call me (Y/N)," she corrected him after a rush of confidence flowed through her. He nodded his head at this information, making a mental note of it.

"Well, (Y/N)..." he started off, stepping ever so slightly closer to her, "can I interest you in a dance?" he asked, holding his hand out to her then.

She glanced down at it, the feeling of exhilaration bubbling up inside of her as her smile returned again, "I'd love a dance," she answered him, slipping her hand into his so that he could lead her to the dancefloor.

—

It'd been almost two weeks since (Y/N) met Tommy at the revel, and over that time, she'd been writing to him nonstop. He hadn't been sent back out yet; his company was on a short leave period, which was why he was able to attend her family's party. The feeling that she felt the second she set her eyes on him hadn't left her yet.

She could almost feel the weight of his lips on hers when she thought back to the kiss they shared in the back hallway of the banquet hall as the night was winding down, and she swore that she could hear him talking to her whenever she read the letters he sent.

He'd told her all about his life: of how his mother had died a few years back and his father officially left the family right after, that he and his two brothers left their remaining family to fight, and that he didn't have much to his name, but he swore that he'd make something of himself when he returned to Birmingham - where he was from.

She wasn't afraid to admit it: she was helplessly in love with him. She felt that she could do anything when she looked into his eyes...the sky was the limit when she was with him.

"Post came," Amelia announced as she entered the sitting room that (Y/N) was occupying. "There's something from Tommy," she said with a grin as she flipped through the envelopes she was holding. She then picked it out and held it up, "I wonder what he's written in this one?" she questioned, her grin growing.

"Can I have it please, Amelia?" (Y/N) asked, standing from the chair she was on to retrieve the letter.

"Will you read it to me?" Amelia asked a question of her own as she turned to look at her sister. "He's such an eloquent writer," she continued, holding the envelope just out of the younger woman's reach.

"Give me the letter, Amelia!" (Y/N) exclaimed, trying, and failing, to get the letter into her own possession. She struggled a few more times before she was able to grab Amelia's hand and take the letter from it.

"I'm just saying, if you really loved me, you would share him," Amelia stated once (Y/N) had won the struggle. Her statement sounded joking in nature, but there was a slight tone of jealousy hidden in the undertones. If you pried enough, you'd get her to admit to the fact that she regretted bringing Tommy over to meet (Y/N). She'd thought about him and his eyes every day since that night. As much as she wished the memory would fade, it was still there; stuck in the back of her mind.

(Y/N) didn't catch those undertones because she was too busy working on opening the envelope. She quickly unfolded the letter and excitedly read what he'd written to her. The words made her heart flutter. It was nice to hear that he was still doing well and that he was happy to read what she'd written to him. The sentiments she shared with him were abundantly returned, which made her overjoyed. Then she got to the end of the letter. "Oh my goodness..." she breathed, reading it over a few times to confirm that she wasn't making his last few sentences up.

"What?" Amelia asked, peering over her sister's shoulder as she tried to get a glimpse.

"He's going to be sent back out once the weekend's finished," (Y/N) began filling her sister in on what was written. The thought of him going back out to the front lines made her heart drop. She'd forgotten the war was even happening these past two weeks. But the sentence he ended with made her stomach twist even more.

"I'm sorry to hear that, sis," Amelia frowned at the news.

"That's not all he wrote," (Y/N) continued, not wanting to dwell on the sad news...not when the possibility of the future was hanging in the balance.

"What else did he say?" Amelia eagerly asked.

"He's asked if he could come and speak to dad..." she paused, looking right at her sister as she finished her sentence, "he wants to ask for his blessing."

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Listen to the song Helpless from Hamilton:

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Moondance

Tommy Shelby x reader (one shot)

🌻I wrote this for @zablife followers celebration 🎉 Congratulations Lee!!! Soon you will be announcing many more! I hope you continue sharing your incredible stories.I’m glad I came across your page 

🌷This idea has been running in my mind for a while, but I was able to complete it when @lyarr24 made the suggestion of this incredible song. Thank you so much Lee-Anne! Without your contribution, this story would be incomplete!

🤍 I have to thank my grandad for this inspiration, without his unusual (but adorable) way of being mad at my grandma, this story wouldn’t be happening 😋🥰

⚠️ Warning smut (light)

💠 Last but not least, this story also includes a flashback (in italics). The lyrics of the song is also in italics at the end.

“Tell your father I don’t want him smocking at the table.” Tommy dragged his gaze from the still unlighted cigarette between his fingers to his wife at the other end of the dining table. They were only a few steps apart and he could hear her perfectly.

Their son Collin approached him. “Mum says-”

“I heard what she said, thanks son.”

After years of marriage he had learned that whenever they weren’t speaking or they were mad at each other, they would start using one of their children -whoever was closest- to deliver a message to avoid another argument.

And he knew this so well because he was the one who started it. Over the first fight they had after they were married, Polly was in the middle of their argument, as he didn’t want to continue fighting Y/N, he simply came up with ‘Pol, would you kindly tell Y/N…’ -whatever that was- something stupid probably. In the beginning a very worried Pol was delivering the messages from Tommy to Y/N, then from Y/N until she was tired and realized they could go on the whole fucking day.

Then, as they moved to Arrow House and the business allowed them to level up their lifestyle and hire maids, first Mary, then Frances were the ones required to pass on the messages when they were mad at each other.

Now, their children were the chosen ones.

But even after all those years together, he hadn’t learnt to know the reason of what made her be so mad at him. Was it something he said? Something he did? Something he forgot to do?

It wasn’t her birthday, or their anniversary, so he was safe there. Ada would have reminded him if it was any of his children’s birthday.

“Tell your mum I will be in my office.” He said loud enough for his wife to hear, but if she wanted to play the ‘tell your father this or that…’ then so be it.

“Dad said he will be in his office.” Collin repeated. In his innocence he didn’t realize they could hear each other, they were just avoiding talking.

“Daddy you promised we would see our cousins.” Iris, reminded him. She had his nose, but her mother’s temper.

Over the years he had made many promises he hadn’t kept. But she was still so little to comprehend that.

Running the tip of the cigarette trough his lips he told her: “We can go another day sweetheart.”

Pacing the room, he was thinking of something that could have upset Y/N, but nothing came to his mind, they had been visiting Polly the weekend before, everything was going alright with the business, he gave her and their children everything they wanted, everything they needed, all four children were getting the greatest education in the country, he was running as a politician and were on the exclusive guest list of every important event.

What did he do this time to deserve her contempt?

And where the fuck was his newspaper?

A knock on the door distracted his busy mind.

“Come in.” He said after taking a long puff. Sophie, his eldest daughter poked her head.

“Daddy? Can you help me open the can please?” She had the same features as her mother, on the outside it was all Y/N, but on the inside… it was him. Reloaded.

“Of course, darling.” Offering his hand, he took the can. His strong fingers managed to open it in a matter of seconds. “Did your mother send you?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Is she mad at you?” A smirk gave away her amusement.

Tommy leaned against his desk. And after crossing his arms against his chest he answered Sophie with another question. “Could you… hmm… try and figure out what did I do this time?”

“That information is going to cost you.” Sophie smiled. Fucking hell that same bloody smile Y/N gave him and made his heart skip a beat.

“I can’t believe you are going to blackmail your old man.” He shook his head, a wide smiled spreading on her lips. “How many kisses this time?” He raised his eyebrows, expecting.

“The kisses rate has gone up.” The ten-year-old confessed. “And we go for a ride with Dangerous and Angel.”

Tommy tilted his head, his eyes studied his daughter for a few seconds, she didn’t even blink. Her requests seemed fair. They hadn’t gone for a ride in a while. From his children, Sophie was the one who loved the horses the most.

He could see so much of himself in her. But now he didn’t know if he should be proud of her or scared to death.

“Deal, my love.”

As Tommy saw her disappear from his office, he couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his lips.

But he still had to figure out the reason behind his wife’s annoyance. He downed his whiskey and poured himself another one. Frances announced she had the mail for him.

“Would you like some tea, Mr. Shelby?”

“No, thank you Frances.” He took the silver letter opener Y/N gifted him with his initials engraved. “Frances, do you know if Mrs. Shelby sent the condolences flowers to Mr. Churchill and his family?”

“She did, Mr. Shelby and she wrote the note on your behalf.”

“Did you get my newspaper today?” Frances nodded.

“Would you want me to ask Mrs. Shelby where she put it?”

“No, she’s probably planning to smack the shit out of me with that.”

Frances couldn’t hold the corner of her lips turning into a smirk, so she looked down, excusing herself.

After taking care of some business over the phone, he headed out of the office, the sweet smell of something in the oven took him back to simpler times, back in their first home in Watery Lane.

“Like this mama?” Oliver asked as he added the butter over the mix. He let the cubes fall so hard on the flour that it made a good portion of it land outside the bowl, to the table, the rest all over his clothes.

The laughs of Sophie, Collin and even baby Florence -conceived well, during their trip to Florence, Italy- barely a year old, squealed in delight, not even understanding what was happening, filled the kitchen.

“Stay away from the flour, sweetheart.” Tommy saw Y/N wrap her arms around their son and did a spin around herself, earning a happy sound coming off his little chest. He had her smile and eyes.

Stopping to put Oliver on his feet, Y/N smile disappeared immediately as she found her husband with his arms crossed against his chest, leaning on the door frame.

“Oh, please don’t stop your party for me.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat looking at him, but soon the love she felt for him was overshadowed by his lack of commitment to the most important thing; his family.

“Sophie, tell your father he can go back to attend whatever business he was doing.” It was a childish attitude, yes. But he started it years ago, she just learned from him and now it was the way she showed him that she was mad.

Those firsts times he wasn’t talking to her, just sending messages with Polly or the maids she would cry until she fell asleep, not understanding why he couldn’t just tell her what he wanted. No, instead he just stared at her with those piercing blue eyes, showing annoyance rather than his usual spark.

Now? She learned to play the same game, she was now able to hold his gaze. Pursing her lips, Y/N placed a hand on her hip.

“Why don’t you just tell him yourself? He’s right in front of you.”

Tommy was about to let out a loud laugh, but that would earn him not sleep in his own bed.

Y/N’s neck snapped so hard at Sophie. She was the living portrait of her father in every look, every word, even the way she walked.

Tommy winked at Sophie behind her mother, resuming his serious stare seconds later right after Y/N turned again to him.

“That smells good.” He cleared his throat.

“It’s for Polly.” Y/N cursed herself for falling in his game. She wasn’t supposed to talk to him.

“But Ma, you said we could eat it.” Collin complained.

“Mr. Shelby, Mrs. Ada is on the phone.” Frances announced. As he went to take that call, more things came up that held him inside his office for the rest of the day.

He didn’t have Saturdays or Sundays off like most of the people, he would work 24/7 if he could. Specially to give his family what he didn’t have when he was growing up.

Tommy stopped first by the room Oliver and Collin shared, Collin had his arm and right leg hanging from the edge of the bed, he turned his son gently to not wake him up. He turned off the lamp between the two beds. Then, he walked to his daughter’s bedroom, the window was open making the curtain move, carefully he tried to close it, but it made a noise.

“Daddy?” Sophie lifted her head from the pillow.

Tommy turned around to face her, approaching her bed.

“Yes, my love?” she made room for him, so he could sit. His little girl smiled when his hand brushed the hair out of her forehead.

“I know why Mum is upset with you… you owe me a ride.”

That would be his absolute pleasure. “I’m listening, shoot.”

“You promised her go dancing a month ago, but you never took her.” Tommy rubbed his eyes. He totally forgot about it.

Fuck.

“Will you forget you promised me going for a ride too?” The concern in her voice almost broke him.

Shaking his head, he kissed her cheek. “Absolutely not, sleep well darling, I will come pick you up early. Just you and me.” Kissing her one more time, he mentally kicked himself for forgetting that promise.

It was almost midnight when he made it to the master bedroom, the lights were off, the French doors to the small balcony open, the moonlight going through the bedroom, falling in a cascading form lighting her frame, she had her back at him, her rhythmic breathing could make anyone think she was sleeping, but she wasn’t. He knew her so well, her breathing, the way her body relaxed when she was finally drifted away, every curve, every smile, every look, every wave of pleasure he provoked in her.

Tommy got rid of his holster and gun, then unbuttoning his shirt he got rid of it, his shoes following. The bed sank down a little when he sat… lying down over the sheets, he looked to his left.

“Do you want to know why I always ask any of our children to tell you something when I’m upset with you?” In silence, Y/N turned in bed to face her husband. Curiosity winning her over.

“Because you can’t stand me to the point of even talk to me?”

Tommy shook his head. He was now lying on his side, facing Y/N completely.

“It’s because I love you to the point that I couldn’t forgive myself if I said something that could hurt you, while being upset.” He confessed.

“Tommy.” She was out of breath now. Her palm caressed his cheek, Tommy brought it to his lips where he left a tender kiss that tingled her whole body.

There were no words that could express the amount of love these two had towards each other. His words now made sense with his actions, he preferred to stay away from her while he was still angry in order to not hurt her feelings by his words.

With guilty running through her, Y/N leaned on her elbow to kiss her husband for the first time that day. Their lips finally meeting after being apart for what seemed like forever. Tommy felt intoxicated by her scent. She couldn’t believe what he just confessed.

“I’m sorry I forgot to take you dancing.” He whispered once they broke apart.

“It’s fine.” Y/N reassured him.

“Mrs. Shelby… Would you dance with me?” He covered the hand she had placed over his heart.

The smile he adored returned to decorate her lips.

“But it’s midnight.”

“And there’s moonlight…”

“So we are going to have a Moondance?” Her eyes lighted up at the memories.

(Flashback)

As they signed the papers, Tommy went to the betting shop, that day closed for the bets. Y/N turned up the radio, the song filling the shop, they still had to share the news with his family, they would go crazy.

“Mr. Shelby?”

“Yes Mrs. Shelby?” He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth. The day light was almost gone, but she saw the moon already.

“Dance with me?” A flirty smile took him by surprise.

“Always.”

(End of flashback)

“Come dance with me.” He got up from the bed and helped her as well. They walked to the gramophone in the corner of the room. The saxophone sound counteracting the silence of the night.

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance With the stars up above in your eyes

Tommy extended his hand to her, and pulled Y/N closer to his body, she was only wearing an ivory nightgown, her hair down. He guided her close to the large window.

A fantabulous night to make romance 'Neath the cover of October skies

“Thank you, for everything you do for us.” Y/N admitted. He worked so hard, made his best to protect them.

And all the leaves on the trees are falling To the sound of the breezes that blow

His hand holding her back. They moved to the rhythm of the music. Hers around his neck. Both leaning in for a kiss.

“I could say the same thing about you.”

You know I'm tryin' to please to the calling Of your heartstrings that play soft and low

“You keep us safe.”

You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Tommy kissed her lips before swirling her, to seconds later, his left hand found its way to her back again.

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love? Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?

Y/N looked from his blue eyes, down to his lips. Their dance slowing down, while their heartbeats were speeding up. Their lips met one more time, devouring each other’s. Their undergarments scattered around the floor as their hands showed the other how much they cared.

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight I can't wait 'til the mornin' has come

Leaning Y/N against the French door frame, Tommy wrapped her legs around his waist, his lips on her neck as their hips met. One deep thrust and he found his way back home. Swallowing her moan as she kissed his mouth as Y/N moved against him, her hands using his shoulders for support.

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight I can't wait 'til the mornin' has come

Hiding his face in the crook of her neck, Tommy felt her hand on top of head, pulling his hair a little.

You know, I know now the time is just right And straight into my arms you will run

Their bodies dancing in perfect sync.

And when you come, my heart will be waiting To make sure that you're never alone There and then all my dreams will come true, dear There and then I will make you my own

He knew she was reaching that point.

And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside And I know how much you want me, that you can't hide

Her body giving away how much she was enjoying it.

Reaching her release. His, a few seconds later.

Their eyes locked, as their bodies were still linked, dancing with the last musical notes.

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?

That night he was starting to keep his promises, that dance was the first thing on his list. That night, just like the first one they spent together they had the best dance of their lives.

Full of love, full of life, their dance lighted by the moon.

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Clavis 3rd Anniversary Event

A Beast's Dream Realized by Beauty

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--Flashback—

Clavis: “Look, take action now.”

Boy: “Right now?”

Clavis: “Mmhmm. From the moment you have a dream, think about what you need to do, and start doing it.”

Clavis: “I’ll do it tomorrow, I’ll do it when… The moment you think that, your dream will remain a dream.”

Clavis: “You don’t have to do anything spectacular. If you take action that leads to your dream, even if it’s trivial…”

Clavis: “It all adds up and naturally, your dreams will come true.”             

--End Flashback--

It was a casual remark that was made as an extension of our chat.

However, there is a scene that flashes through my mind.

--Flashback—

Clavis: “Hey, what’s your dream, mother?”

Leticia: “Oh, what happened all of a sudden?”

Clavis: “Mother, you always support my dreams.”

Clavis: “Even if I say I want to be a butler, a doctor, or a chef, it doesn’t matter.”

Clavis: “That’s why I want to support your dream.”

Leticia: “Fufu, thank you.”

Leticia: “My dream is to see Clavis as an adult.”

Clavis: “Me as an adult?”

Leticia: “Well Clavis, there are so many things you want to become, right?”

Clavis: “Yeah. Because I want to be a better man than Chevalier!”

Leticia: “…I see. Do all of your dreams come from Chevalier?”

Clavis: “Yes. Everything he can’t seem to do, I’m going to be able to do.”

Clavis: “He’s so brusque, he could never be a gentleman or a butler…”

Clavis: “And even if he has knowledge, he can’t be a doctor or a chef because he’s not good with people.”

Clavis: “Not to mention the trapmaster!”

Leticia: “I didn’t think they’d be chosen on such a common ground, but… Fufu, I see.”

Clavis: “What, are you laughing?”

Leticia: “No? But your mother is looking forward to seeing what kind of adult you’ll become.”

Leticia: “You’re a prince, but you don’t have to be tied down by your status.”

Leticia: “Will you become a butler, a doctor, a chef… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do that but—”

Clavis: “You don’t understand.”

Leticia: “Yes, I don’t understand. So, Clavis, do whatever you like as much as you like.”

Leticia: “I guess, that is my dream.”

Clavis: “…That’s a strange dream.”

Clavis: “But, I’m going to make it happen. Because it’s my dream to repay my mother one day!”

Leticia: “Oh my goodness, I’m delighted. I’m looking forward to it.”

--End Flashback—

I thought my mother’s dream would come true easily.

In any case, it’s just a matter of growing up normally.

--Flashback—

--But reality was not so easy.

Even the most simple of dreams—“to see my son as an adult”—never came true.

Someday it will come true, and then I’ll return the favor.

It was because I had such a naïve idea,

I had nothing to give back to my mother, who had given me so much.

--End Flashback—

(My mother was the kind of person who often came home with tears in her eyes)

(At the time I didn’t even understand that “that” was a mark of tears, but it must have been quite painful.)

She betrayed the queen she was serving, and she had the heavy responsibility of being the head maid,

Having to raise a prince under all that pressure…

There are many reasons why my mother shed tears, and I feel sorry for her.

(If I had grown up sooner, I might have been able to save my mother.)

(Maybe I was able to make my dreams come true.)

(I didn’t know anything about that, and spent my childhood acting like a child.)

It’s a regret that lingers even now.

When I reveal these smoldering emotions to Emma for the first time, her pretty face distorts.

(….Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything after all.)

Clavis: “Haha, You would make such a face, wouldn’t you? That’s why I hid it.”

Clavis: “The past is the past. I’m a man of the present—and I’m sorry to my mother, but I can never repay her.”

(…a terrible lie.)

(I wonder if you’ll notice… I hope you don’t.)

When I laughed brightly, Emma’s eyes fixed on me…

(….hm?)

Emma: “…Clavis.”

Emma placed the herbal tea in her hand on the bench railing.

Clavis: “What’s the matter? Your eyes are suddenly very focused.”

Emma: “No, just….I was just thinking.”

(What is it?)

Emma gently reached out to me and then,

Slender fingers were on my waist and she tickled with all her might.

(!?)

Although I managed to put down the herbal tea I had in my hand, the tickling attack was more effective on my body than I expected.

(…hm…I feel like Emma’s face is glowing!)

As I tried to move my body to escape, tears blur my vision as she attacks where I’ll feel it most.

Clavis: “… hgh… Haha! Why are… ngh… Stop, haha.”

I seriously felt like I was going to die laughing, and just as I was about to see heaven, her fingers let go.

(I thought I was going to die!)

Emma: “What do you mean ‘I can never repay her’.”

Emma: “I think you have repaid her enough now.”

(How is repayment… and what you’re doing now…connected?)

I casually wipe my tears and look at Emma,

Unlike me, in a terrible situation, she has a serious face.

Emma: “I have never met Lady Leticia, but I can tell you this much,”

Emma: “If she’s still watching over you from somewhere, she is definitely, absolutely, wishing you happiness.”

Emma: “She gave her undivided attention to you, at the cost of her own time because…”

Emma: “There is no other reason than that she just wanted you to be happy.”

Clavis: “…”

(Ah, I see…you wanted to comfort me.)

Emma: “If that’s the case, then the fact that you are the happiest man on the continent right now is the greatest way you can repay her.”

Emma: “So smile, smile and laugh a lot and I’m sure Lady Leticia will understand.”

(…The dead say nothing anymore)

(Therefore, there is no telling whether Emma’s ideas are right or wrong.)

(But, I think my mother would say the same thing if she were still alive.)

I have lived with my regrets for many years alone, without telling anyone.

Maybe the reason I wanted to talk about it was because I wanted to feel Emma’s kindness.

Emma: “Clavis, if you can’t make your dreams come true, I will make them come true!”

Emma, chest puffed and proud, declares cutely and holds up her hands to close the distance.

This is not the time to get sentimental.

Clavis: “Wait, wait, wait! There’s a difference between being happy and laughing a lot, calm down, my dear fiancée.”

Emma: “I’m glad you’re enjoying this so much.”

Clavis: “Oops, your face looks worse than before.”

(…Even with such an upset face, she’s still incredibly cute.)

I wanted to hold my head up in a different way.

Clavis: “But, my face is even worse isn’t it?”

Emma: “!?”

To prevent Emma from doing any more to me, I took the initiative and embraced her.

Emma’s ears grow bright red and becomes quiet, it’s so adorable I can’t stand it.

Clavis: “But… you’re certainly right.” 7210

--Flashback—

Leticia: “Thank you for being born…Please, live with a smile always on your face.”

--End Flashback—

(My mother’s last words, they’re in line with Emma’s sentiments.)

(…I’ve always regretted it.)

(But at this point, maybe it’s okay to break away from ‘regrets’)

No matter what path you take, there is no returning to the past.

Clavis: “Thanks to you, I am the happiest man on the continent. Perhaps I could return the favor?”

I tighten my arms, clinging to Emma’s kind thoughts.

In the truest sense of the word, I may have finally been able to break free.

(If it wasn’t for Emma, I would have regretted it till the day I died.)

(…Firstly, I would never have been as happy as I am now, and repaying my mother would have been a pipe dream.)

(I should thank you for that…)

(And for making me laugh so hard…?)

--It goes without saying that Jade is famous for its herbs, which are packed full of all kinds of benefits,

The baths, which combine herbs and hot springs, were the main purpose of this trip.

Benefits, benefits, benefits! Hot springs are said to be beneficial for beauty, health, and many other things.

I was secretly planning on introducing my hard-working fiancée to this country.

(But, that’s ostensibly why.)

If you just want to visit, you can rent out a hot spring to yourself,

There is no need to stay away from Emma, who has reached an extreme point of embarrassment.

--Flashback—

Clavis: “I’m a man who has made all my dreams come true—but there are still many dreams that haven’t come true.”

Clavis: “First, I want to take care of you in the bath. I want to wash your hair, wash your body, and polish it with my hands.”

--End Flashback—

(--I can’t do it.  I can’t stop smiling.)

Emma had initially fled to a corner of the room.

A few minutes ago, I chased her into the bath, caught her, and made him sit in a chair like this.

“I will make your dreams come true.” She proudly declared,

It seems that now she is finally ready to have her body washed.

(How is my fiancée so cute.)

I work my hands into a soapy, foamy lather and glide it over Emma’s skin.

I lift her slender arm and stroke it carefully, then I move my hand to her back, around her neck, and then to her breast.

Emma: “Nngh…”

Emma, holding her mouth shut and trying hard not to make a sexy sound, was bursting with cuteness.

(Makes me want to play a prank on you.)

When I poked the tip, Emma turned around with a bright red face.

Emma: “Clavis…”

Clavis: “Did that tickle?”

Emma: “…you know, don’t you?”

Clavis: “Haha, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Emma: “…”

Clavis: “Okay, okay, I won’t do it again.”

Emma: “That would be fine, but…”

(Hm…?)

It seemed she didn’t turn around just to make a complaint,

Emma’s direct gaze never wavered.

Clavis: “What is it?”

Emma: “…I was just wondering if you could help me out a bit.”

Emma: “Why did you dream of taking care of me in the bath?”

(Oops, I didn’t expect you to ask me that…)

What I told Emma about as a dream that day was all spur of the moment.

It didn’t have a deep meaning because it was just a bunch of deceptions that came out of my mouth to hide my past regrets.

However, it was definitely a desire I was thinking about subconsciously.

(I never thought about the reason, but I guess--)

Clavis: “It’s obvious isn’t it?”

Clavis: “My bashful, shy fiancée would never let anyone else do something like this.”

When I tickle her armpits, Emma’s body jumps.

Clavis: “But, if you only allow me…”

Clavis: “That’s love in the flesh, isn’t it?”

(…Oh, I see. What all my dreams about you have in common is that they can’t be done unless you’re loved.)

Emma: “…That reason is more cunning than I expected.”

Clavis: “Haha, really?”

Emma: “When I hear that, it makes me want to help with any dream you have.”

Emma: “But, please don’t do anything naughty!”

Clavis: “Nothing?”

(I’m already feeling naughty…)

Emma: “Nothing.”

Emma spoke firmly and turned away.

Emma: “…here, I can’t hide anything.”

Emma: “With how much I love you Clavis… everything comes out from my body, doesn’t it.”

Clavis: “…”

Clavis: “……”

(I want someone to praise me for not attacking you right now.)

Although I was able to hold out with the mental strength I had cultivated as a gentleman,

I place a kiss on Emma’s hair to calm myself down for a moment.

(But something... something, I have to distract myself….)

(…Right.)

Clavis: “Do you have any dreams?”

(Next, I’ll make your dreams come true.)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

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Demonology - Part 5

I Think I'm Going to Hell -- Jake x f!Reader x Josh

Series Summary: A new demon has come to Nashville. Josh and Jake's ways of life have been thrown off by her arrival. The angel and demon have lived with an understanding of one another, but with Y/N stirring up trouble and asking questions, they're forced to work out a new normal. And why is she so powerful for a human turned demon anyway, that's unusual, right?

A/N: Hi we're back. Last chapter after this! Hopefully it's been an enjoyable ride. All will be revealed and all will be settled by the end of part 6 btw. (Hopefully!)

Chapter Summary: A demon's earth-versary that coincides with her original birthday...a bar, an ancient demon and bad tempers. Nothing could go wrong.

Word Count: 4.9k | Warnings: explicit SMUT (18+), strong language, dubious understandings of demonology, BLOOD, alcohol consumption...eh idk what else just demon sex

Taglist | Masterpost

Part 5: I Think I'm Going To Hell

“Let’s go already!” Jake called gruffly down the hallway. 

Today, Y/N had let Jake into her place upon his arrival. It was announced, she was expecting him, so he was allowed to wait in the living room. He was getting impatient though. He hadn’t seen her at all since he’d been there, her door opening on its own when he had called out who it was. 

“Do we have to go?” She calls back, still formless for all Jake knows. 

“What happened to the demon I met 6 months ago? Who I had to beg to stop fucking with the bars?” Jake grins to himself, Rori on his lap. The demon had won the animal over and they were quite friendly whenever they saw each other. Sometimes Jake would run into just Rori out and about these days. 

“She was naive. She didn’t realize just how much it sucked here and that her identity was not all she thought and she didn’t know that there’d be an annoying but hot angel–” She wasn’t yelling, but Jake could hear her as if she were standing in front of him. He figured it was a trick she could do. 

“Alright, alright, so is now not a good time to mention that Josh still hasn’t turned up?” Jake wasn’t sure if he wanted to soften the blow or not, so he threw it out there, wondering how it would stick with his demon colleague. 

Josh had been MIA for two months. Ever since the dive bar and the ensuing events at his apartment. Jake had tried mildly to reassure Y/N that it was not because of her, but with no word from Josh either, Jake was starting to grow worried as well. He’d gone years without seeing Josh, but he usually checked in or gave a forwarding address when he was going to be gone for a long period of time. This was pretty unusual, Josh was a planner and this was clearly not planned. 

She finally appeared in the living room, eyes wide and skirt unzipped with one boot unlaced. Half-dressed and distressed at Jake’s words, but trying to mask it with disdain. 

“Well, it’s not surprising at this point. It really doesn’t matter to us, does it?” 

Jake shook his head in agreement and stood, “Then why don’t you finish getting ready so we can have a good time. You being sulky really doesn’t do it for me.” 

“I’m not supposed to do anything for you anymore if I remember correctly,” She parses, walking back to her room. “Never again.” She repeats in a low voice Jake wasn’t sure was supposed to mimic his own. 

He chuckles a little and looks at the dog sitting next to the spot he had just occupied. Rori stared blankly back at Jake, seeming to remember why he had found the demon traitorous before. 

“I’m trying to be her mentor, damn,” Jake mumbles under his breath so hopefully only Rori hears him. 

Jake promised the bar they were headed for wasn’t lame. The demon’s 6 month anniversary of being back Earth-side also happened to coincide with her ‘human’ birthday. They had made no progress on learning what she really was and she hadn’t had another panic attack yet so they were biding their time. 

She was filled with melancholy as of late. Sad she wasn’t as happy as when she’d first come. Sad she still didn’t know who she was. And sad that Josh had abandoned her. She was fine…besides all of that. 

With the search for her true identity on indefinite hold and Josh MIA, Jake was trying to be nice. And he really didn’t know how to do that. He had set up this birthday-anniversary soiree when she had mentioned it in passing one night when they were writing up their reports together. They had to, to ensure that both of them weren’t claiming they had created some new evil that they were stealing from the human’s creation. But she had mentioned it and with her so down in the mouth all the time, Jake thought that taking her out would help take her mind off of everything. He hadn’t planned on her being so fucking reluctant about it all, but he was trying in his own way to hide his disappointment. 

He grabbed drinks from the bar immediately when they arrived, knowing she would probably want a bottle of red wine and himself a bottle of whiskey. He came to the barstool seats she had found in the corner with the two full bottles and two appropriate glasses. She appreciated his foresight about the amount of alcohol and his demon abilities at procurring these items. 

For some reason, which definitely didn’t have to do with her sadness that she was fine about, she didn’t feel like dancing that night, content to watch Jake. Much to Jake’s chagrin. 

“C’mon,” Jake almost pleaded, he was trying so hard to get her into the evening but she was half way through her wine and nowhere close to being the life of the party he knew she could be. “It’s your fucking birthday and you don’t look a day over 27.” 

He winked with his stupid joke and she rolled her eyes at him, insisting he could go without her. “I’ll be happier over here. If I go out there, I might swallow someone whole.” 

Jake tipped his head closer and she could smell the whiskey on his breath, his chest warm practically touching her nose. “You know that nobody would mind that.” 

“You’ll get more action without me, Jake.” She presses on his chest, causing him to take a quick step back as he stares at her face intently. “I’d be way too distracting for anyone to even think of dancing with you.” 

The smirk on her face makes Jake feel like he’s triumphed a little. It was a flicker of her happier, more confident self. That’s what he wanted for her. It was depressing to see a pretty much all-powerful being being all sad all the time. He blows a kiss her way and then saunters through the crowd, easily taking the center how she normally would. 

He turns his body back to face her once he’s where he wishes to be and raises his chin, silently seeing if she’ll come join him one more time. She sips her wine in response and crosses her legs, relaxing her joints into the grooves of the wooden countertop. 

Without much time for himself, women began to flock to Jake. It was hilarious to watch from an outsider’s perspective. He was given free shots left and right and she laughed to herself. She wasn’t sure if it was Jake’s demonic presence that encouraged the women or if it was simply the way he looked. He flashed an evil grin that human women took as charming. His black unbuttoned button down, tucked into his baggy black pants on one side while the other hung loose, he looked rugged and expensive. He had pulled his glasses down onto his face when he had entered the dance floor and maybe those shrouded him in mystery. His clean black boots had white embroidered snakes curling around the sides as if they disappeared up into his pants. 

Sweat began to gather in the notch between his collarbones and at his temple the longer he stayed on the dance floor. He had a rotation of women dancing about him and he seemed to love the music that was playing. Y/N agreed, while she didn’t recognize the songs, she hadn’t immediately moved to change it upon their arrival. 

Her eyes watched the way Jake’s body moved and was reminded of the way it had felt. She didn’t like to think about her first night with Jake often because it had been something special and beautiful which was so unlike anything else about their relationship. It was like that one night had existed outside of the reality in which they lived. Jake, after that, had been gruff and professional with her. Little comments here and there would slip through the cracks, but she chalked them up to demon nature. 

That night was a microcosm. How he had writhed above her and done anything she asked. How she had laid in his arms afterward and felt safe and seen. It was unlike anything she had ever felt in this world and then it was ripped from her. It was painful to reminisce on it because she knew she could never have it that way again. Why? She wasn’t exactly sure, but she thought it was because Jake didn’t like that he had let someone in. She didn’t press, but sometimes late at night her mind would slip to memories of Jake on his knees and Jake inside her. Or right now. 

She was watching him dance, women grinding themselves back onto him as he let his hair shake out behind his shoulders and she remembered what it had felt like to be in his powerful embrace. Like Josh, yet so extremely different. So different she couldn’t begin to think which she preferred. Given that Jake had shut her down about ever fucking again and her night with Josh had quite literally driven him away, she wasn’t exactly sure she’d ever have to choose since both of them had chosen for her. 

As she wallowed in her dwindling wine, she allowed herself to wonder if this was all actually real and not just her own hell. A world where she was allegedly special, but in reality she was cursed. Cursed to have the two men she’d ever felt real connections with reject her after she’d had sex with them and then forced to live the rest of her time with them just out of her reach and have a mundane confusing existence as an ‘other’, an outsider, in the world she had once loved. 

She shot straight up in her seat, discarding her wine with a finality to it and began to march through the crowd towards Jake. The bodies part for her to slip through easily except for the one woman who was currently trying to dry hump Jake. Y/N grimaced for a moment before her lips curled into a sickly sweet smile, her own version of the charming evil grin. 

She wasn’t sure if Jake had noticed her yet, but if he had he had made no moves to remove the obstacle in between them. He either had his eyes closed behind the dark shades or was waiting to see what she would do. 

“Sweetheart, can you hop off my boyfriend for a sec? I need to talk to the bastard.” 

Her eyes began to glimmer a slight red as she watched the distress in the woman’s face grow. Y/N raised her eyebrows expectantly, still smiling, somewhat hoping the other woman would put up a fight. 

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry, he didn’t say,” The stranger sputters and the demon bites back a laugh. 

“Don’t worry about it, hon. Like I said, he’s a bastard.” She finishes her sentence with a wink and a light shove to the drunk woman so that she could get to Jake. 

She could barely make out his eyes behind his glasses, so she took the liberty of taking them off of his face and placing them in his breast pocket. Something about the action made the skin on her neck prickle with memory, but then it was gone, distracted by Jake’s deep chuckle. 

“Jealous, kid?” He tilts his head down and a little to the side so she can hear him. 

“No,” She growls, getting pushed closer to Jake by the crowd, her hands landing on his chest as she tries to keep her distance but to no avail. 

“It seems like my heavy bump and grind got your no-good-panties in a twist?” Further liquored up, Jake is slipping more than usual and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly close. 

He had liked having a body close on the dance floor, but now that it was hers he was even happier. She could feel it. 

“No, you absolute old man,” She groans, but can’t help the flutter of her eyelids towards Jake’s neck in all its sweat-glistening glory, now up close and personal. 

“Says the demon who said ‘neato’ when I showed her how to use her television properly.” 

“One time!” She shot back. “We’re getting off track. I stomped over here for a reason.” 

“Because you want a piece of this action,” Jake nodded his head and chewed on the inside of his cheek, smirking at her. 

Her nails dig into Jake’s chest and he quiets. 

“Is this hell?” She hisses, eyes crazed. 

“Pardon?”

“Is. This. Hell. Is this my secret punishment, men who have sex with me and then won’t touch me again. A mundane life, tormented by you two and some unknowable question of who I am.” She repeats her idea. “Am I being punished?” 

Jake chuckles and swings her body around, scooping her off of her feet and taking them in a half circle. “Absolutely not. I would never agree to being a punishment demon. I’m way too old for that, I’m an Earth demon I promise.” 

“But what if you’re just saying that so I won’t figure out that this is a fake earth? Or what if this is indeed Earth and I still was sent back as punishment and you’re lying?” She prods, poking her fingers into Jake’s skin. 

He frowns, realizing how serious she was about this. His hands slide down to her hips, stilling the half-hearted dancing they’d been doing. “For real?” 

She hums, mulling it over again. “Yeah. I need you to prove it somehow or else I’m ringing head office to say something about you and Josh’s alliance because, I swear, this is all fake.” 

“Fuck,” He breathes. He yanks at one of her hands and immediately whisks them out onto the street. 

Out on the dark pathway, the crowds of people seem to dissipate and gray, Jake’s doing. He was muting out the rest of the world so that he could focus on the problem that Y/N was becoming. 

“You’re serious.” It’s not so much a question as a confirmation.

“Yes.” 

“Well, how am I supposed to convince you it’s real?” He sounds annoyed but also a little desperate. 

She scans his face, his brows furrowed and jaw clenched. At least he seemed genuinely disturbed by this situation. Maybe she was overreacting, maybe this all was just her brain trying to cope with everything that had happened in her life and death. Her mind was trying to rationalize a world that clearly wasn’t rational and it all felt like it was imploding because she was hitting a milestone. She felt more human than she ever felt her first 27 years on Earth. 

Her intensity washed out of her, a doused fire simmering to a fizzle. Jake saw it in the droop of her arms and the way she dropped eye contact with him, instead scanning her feet that scuffed at the ground. 

“Maybe I’m just sad on my stupid fucking birthday,” She says and Jake huffs, with a roll of his eyes. 

“You can’t be serious,” Jake fires up. “You dragged me out of there because you’re sad on your birthday? You’re a fucking demon, just forget about it.” He had tried being nice, but the feeling of a heart attack that had come over him when she had said she’d call the head office had sent him into a desperate state. To have her so quickly blow it all off, summing it up to birthday blues. She was ridiculous. 

“I want to go home, Jake.” 

“You’re a fucking pest.” He spits. 

“Fuck you,” She practically screams and turns to walk away. Jake’s hand grips her wrist and she tries to yank it free. “Let me go.” 

“Stop. Okay, just stop. For one fucking second.”

She huffs and turns to Jake. His eyes are more of an orange than yellow right now and she’s not sure what that means. His hands move to her forearms and she can feel how tight his grip is on her, it scares her a little. 

“Don’t ever,” He pauses, either for emphasis or to collect himself. “Scare me like that for some no good, stupid reason. Do you understand me?” 

“Yeah, whatever…fuckin’ altar boy bitch.” She grumbled, moving to push past Jake. In an instant, she isn’t pushing past him down the street, instead into the dim hallway of his home. “What the…” 

His hand was around her throat in an instant. He’d taken their impending fight to somewhere more private. She would’ve been impressed if she wasn’t so angry with him. His hand was forcing her to meet his eyes as he spoke slowly. 

“I think you’re mad at me.” His eyes boring into hers. “Why are you mad, Sal? Because I was doing your job better than you? Can’t get it up anymore for evil after you got touched by an angel?” He keeps talking as she tries to yank away from his hold again. It felt like he was slipping into a demonic trance. “I think that’s your problem. Went and got fucked by an angel, he left and now you’re all mushy. Get over it. That’s not who you are” 

Voice strained with the pressure on her neck, she hisses. “Why are you being such an asshole?”

He shrugs as if the question rolled off his back like water. He never answered her questions and it made her want to scream. 

“I know how to deal with a brat when I see one, kid. And I know you, you’re a huge fucking brat when you don’t get what you want.”

She tried to shake off his grasp and Jake put more pressure on her skin. She fought back the moan in her throat. The pressure of his hands and his body, hard against her, paired with his harsh words – however she hated hearing them, sent spirals of electricity through her body. She wanted Jake and she missed Josh and she wished she’d never been sent here, but this was a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. 

“I think you were just pissed I didn’t have my attention all on you. That’s why we had to tear out of there. You wanted me to grab you by the hips and grind against you all night. Because you’re sad.” He pauses, inhaling her scent, eyes flickering to their usual sinister yellow. The fear and anger was intoxicating to him, just a little. “It’s not my fucking fault…”

She mumbles something out in a hoarse whisper. 

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” His grip loosens only slightly. 

“Slut,” she repeats louder. “You were being a slut and it was embarassing. I think you loved it though. All those girls fawning over you, wanting me to want it. You were trying to make me jealous. Even though you always say never again, you still want it.”  

Jake laughs cruelly, his nose trailing along the exposed skin of her jaw. “I can’t help it that they throw themselves at me. That last one was relentless, huh?”

The flicker of avoidance in her eyes catches Jake’s attention and like the demon he is, he zoned in on the hole in her armor. There was a sliver of truth in what Jake had been spouting for the last few minutes of this odd dance between fighting and foreplay. 

He pressed closer and she fought back another moan. Jake took note of the way her legs shifted though and he knew. 

He hummed, savoring the victory he knew he’d already gotten. “Did she get under your skin? How she was pressed up against me, writhing as if I already had my aching cock inside her rather than nestled between her pert ass cheeks? The tiniest jean shorts…” 

She felt him against her thigh, throb and her eyes shut. Jake yanked at her hair with his other hand and flipped her around, assuming the position he had just described. His one hand was still at her throat and the other trailed down her back to press at her hip, keeping him close. 

He put his lips to her ear. His breath was hot against her skin. Hot and insistent. Demonic. This was what he was at the end of the day. Who they both were. No matter how much he might want to change, old habits die hard. 

“You know we could go back?” His tone is teasing, sinful. “Could fingerfuck you right in front of her if that’d make you feel better. Just to show her I’ve already got a play thing.” 

She tried to keep her mouth shut. Saying everything she wanted to scream at him in her head.

She couldn’t help that she pressed back into him and Jake laughed again. “Fuck, you need it, yeah? My angel of a brother can’t give it to you like this, huh?” His grip tightens and she sputters out an expletive. “He ran off because of you, isn’t that right? He hated it so much.

“Shut up, Jake.” She gets out, her eyes frantically switching to black, pulling on any power that might help right now.

“I wouldn’t speak to me like that,” he warns, rocking his hips against hers. “Go to my room.”

She rolls her eyes, breath heaving when he releases his hold on her finally. She hates that he knows she’ll listen. She curses him as he watches her with a smugness in his jaw and complete arousal in his pants. 

“I hate you,” She spits one last time. 

“Yeah, right.” He smirks with a shake of his head. 

She tried not to think about Josh as she sauntered to Jake’s room. How similar and yet how different he was to his demon counterpart. The sick notion (even as a demon, she thought it might be too far) that passed through her head of what it might be like to have them at the same time. Two sets of hands, two mouths, two of the same…and she knew they were oh so similar. She fell back onto his bed and wished Josh would appear, to offer his grace to this turbulent chase. 

“What’re you thinking about in that evil head of yours, little one?” Jake appears in the doorway, his voice calmer now. She riled him up in ways he had never thought possible. 

“Nothing.”

“I can make you tell me, you know that.”

She rolled her eyes, watching Jake crawl across the bed to her. His face was in her neck the moment he was close enough and she felt the drag of his teeth down the fragile skin. 

“Don’t make me put you in your place.” He murmurs, his tongue flicking against her. 

“How’re you gonna do that, oh powerful one?” After a moment's respite, she was feeling like taking some of the power back. With his hand no longer around her neck, she didn’t feel so trapped. 

Jake chuckled darkly and then growled, “Watch.”

“I thought I was just your mentee and you were my mentor. Where'd that—Ow! Oh,” she paused at the feeling in her throat that had hurt but was quickly turning to ecstasy. “Fuckkk…Jake, what’re you–doing? Oh fuck!”

His teeth had sunk into her skin and she felt something hot and sticky rushing down her body. She gulped, gasping for air as she began to writhe and moan with no stimulation apart from whatever Jake was doing to her neck. He was moaning against her now too, with licks and slurps to the fresh open wound on her.

“Tell me what you were thinking,” he repeats when he pulls back, drops of dark inky blood racing down his chin as he stares at her with his yellow eyes tinged red. “Or I’ll drain you.”

“You wouldn’t,” she gasped, voice choppy. “You can’t! They’ll call you down for a trial before the dark council, for sure.”

“You’re right. Maybe I’d get some straight answers on who you are then,” Jake grins and some of his teeth are sharper than she’s ever seen. His fingers are at her thighs again, teasing. “But I’ll bring you so close to the edge that you’ll tell me what you’re thinking because you’re so weak from the terrible mix of pleasure and pain and maybe then some. Wouldn’t you rather just tell me now so we can save the recovery period and I can fuck you into next week instead?” 

There’s a moment of silence. Her mind racing and attempting some sort of coherency with the head rush Jake drinking her blood had just caused. A mix of desire and pain and surprise and fear and hot, heady ecstasy. 

“You and Josh. Both,” she manages to choke out.

Jake’s response is immediate, his eyes still staring into hers. “Absolute fucking slut,” Jake laughs. It’s almost painful in its sound. “It’s incredible they didn’t just make you a succubus…Now that wasn’t so hard was it.”

“Jake…”she whined, the slick of the blood on her throat was drifting down her chest. 

He leaned down at her voice and lapped at it, then he ran a hand gently over the wound, effectively closing it right back up. 

“Good as new,” He whispers, his voice soft and private. Completely different than moment’s ago. Knowing Jake was like experiencing constant whiplash. Exciting, but dangerous. 

Her legs shift as Jake’s knee presses against her heat. He smiles, teeth no longer as sharp as they were. More a man than a monster visually, but now she was certain she’d never forget the animal inside him. Enticing as it was. 

“Alright alright. You want me to fill this pussy, yeah?” His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of the panties that still covered her. He had magicked away all of their clothes except under garments when he’d first slid over her and she’d barely registered it. 

“Fuck it so good you forget all about my brother? How’s that?” His fingers play between her quivering slit, messy with her wetness. He hums, middle finger wandering to prod at her entrance that was throbbing to the sound of his voice. “Yeah you want that I can tell.” 

She whined, completely at the mercy of his hands, barely aware of the actual words he spoke and just riding the sweet current of his gruff voice. The most perfect timbre. It made her nipples peak and her legs spread wider. She just wanted him to consume her. 

Effectively, she has forgotten about Josh and she can barely compare this Jake to the first time she had him. It’s like they were two completely different people. Tonight, she was lost in Jake in unfamiliar ways. His scent encased her. Sweat and fire burning. Still a little bit of nickel in the air from her blood, she tasted it on his tongue. 

As his fingers opened her up, he thrusted into her thigh, wanting to sink into her. She moaned at the feeling of him hot and hard against her. Her hands grabbing at his shoulders as his lips laid brazen kisses across her healed neck and heaving chest. Jake brought her to the edge a few times, making her scream and shake before he gave in to what they both truly wanted. 

His cock was just as beautiful as she remembered. Thick and heavy as it gleamed between their bodies. Jake’s eyes caught hers as she stared and he smirked, leaning forward to drag it through her folds while she watched. The sound of her slickness fell over their ears, mixing with heavy breathing. She shook slightly at the sensation of the head dragging over her sensitive clit and she whimpered when Jake prodded it against her entrance. 

“Good fucking girl,” He groaned as he slid in. 

She moaned his name back and he gifted a sweet kiss to her lips. One of the first tonight. He began to thrust in and out steadily. The slick sound between them only growing. A red light flickered around them as he sped up. Her fingers gripped tighter against his clammy skin, nails digging in and leaving jagged lines. He groaned at the pain, pushing harder. 

Their breathing melded, their bodies working in tandem. He’d grow close and slip out of her, making her whine and then he’d move to another position he remembered her enjoying. She wished he’d speak more. He’d grown quiet, heaving, stuttering breaths, some of the only sounds leaving him since he’d entered her. 

She knew he was close when he brought her back to missionary. Thrusting faster, breathing more erratic than before. His voice seemed to have come back to him as he babbled. “Swear you’ve got a magic pussy. So wet and perfect,” he sighed. “My cock wants to live here, Sal.”

She moaned in response but something felt off. Jake was cumming in seconds causing her to tighten with his release, an orgasmic cloud fogging her mind. Forgetting what she was disturbed by for a few minutes as they basked in the afterglow. 

Jake rolled off of her and touched his fingers against the edge of his sheets, lightly singed. That was new. Their breathing evened and she felt herself curl into Jake’s side. His hand came to her shoulder protectively. 

Her voice comes out as a whisper, “Don’t call me that again.” 

“What?” Jake racks his brain for the names he had called her, wondering which one had been too far. 

“Sal.” She responds calmly, her body feeling light, except that one nagging feeling. “I don’t think that’s my name.”

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lmk what you think!

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[hhighkey]

Hi gorgeous ♥ May I have a request for BF headcanons kny hashiras (Rengoku, Giyuu, and our flamboyant boi Tengen) in modern AU? (basically what they'd be like nowadays in the time of internet no constant danger of demons etc? :3) p.s. your headcanons are super cute love reading them ♥♥♥

AN// ah thank u!!! and hope u like it and sorry for the wait,, since they’re around college ages imma do it as college modern au

KNY Headcanons

MODERN COLLEGE AU! BOYFRIENDS

With Rengoku, Tomioka, Tengen

f! reader

Tomioka Giyuu

you two meet in a class as you’ve been paired up for a project

omg imagine him as an RA bye

would be the one who doesn’t give two fucks if kids have alc

but he basically doesn’t say a word to you besides what’s needed

he seems smart so whatever right?

he’s very to the point about the project but you don’t mind it

you’re definitely sad near the end because he’s cute

totally stares at you while working

like you can feel his eyes boring into you

it’s a friday night and you and your friends are going out to a bar for mug night

packed in there and you’re drunk

drunk enough to not realize the guy who’s flirting with you is actually a creep

but someone does notice

tomioka is there because tanjiro dragged him he’d rather stay in

and he knows the guy you’re talking to is trouble so decides to step in

basically your knight in shining armor, makes sure you get home, stays with you as you puke getting you water and advil

seeing him the next time is awkward for you

but it set things in motion!

you start inviting him to events, for food, to go out with you

he’ll just sit there as you and your friends go on about random things trying to tease him

he looks annoyed but secretly he’s happy

and tanjiro is happy someone else is getting him to do things

i see him as someone who plays a shit ton of video games in modern au! but rpg’s where guys aren’t screaming

just sits there adventuring in games like skyrim

definitely cooks

gets you into new shows he likes

probably gets you better studying habits

lol he’d be an engineering major though idc

just silent and brooding all the time but is like a puppy following in your shadow

you two always at the bar together

he’s always at girls nights they love him

but i feel like he’d be guilty of being the guy who doesn’t attach labels to the relationship because he’s just dumb

doesn’t realize he probably should have asked you out properly

it just happened- you spending the night or him coming over to watch your outfit hauls

he just assumed you two were exclusive as you started sleeping together

we hate boys like this

however when you’ve suddenly gone silent around him or won’t return texts- he’s panicking

tanjiro is appalled when he realizes the issue

“so you’ve never asked her to be your girlfriend?”

“no, i didn’t think i needed to after all this,”

so he marches his ass over to see you and beg for forgiveness

you’ll find it funny as he rambles about his feelings and was dumb to assume

gotta forgive him- he’s just dense

he’d be the boyfriend on insta or snap that only posts you

all his pictures have you in them

posts cute things in national gf day, your bday, anniversary

he’s the one people never expected to be so lovesick on social media (his friends bully him… especially sanemi)

definitely planning graduation and classes to a T so you two will be together after

Rengoku Kyojuro

i have such a hard time pinning down what rengoku would be up to in college

like lowkey frat boy but maybe just in the business frat

definitely the student that sits at the front of the class and asks questions lol

mutual friends introduced you two and y’all just hit it off

how can you not love his endearing smile, bright eyes, unwavering confidence

very straight forward about his intentions with you

old school in the way that he courts you with proper dates before anything physical

you two have constant study dates just sitting in silence doing homework academic weapons

he encourages you in every way possible- when you don’t feel good enough because of school or friend drama

when you fail an exam he’ll do everything he can to help you for your next one and just calm you down, remind you it’ll be okay

cares for you when you’re sick

has actually gone to a class for you before just to take detailed notes

rubs your back every night before you go to bed

if you have a headache he massages your head to try to help

likes it when you play with his hair

watched youtube videos so he could learn how to braid hehe

lowkey goes to tengen for advice especially at the start

definitely is nervous around you no matter how long you two have been dating

is the first to say “i love you”

is always by your side

just cutely towers over you as he follows you around like a shadow

you two just getting blackout at bars laughing the whole way home as you stumble

he’d just be such a positive force in your life you’d never doubt how he felt about you

and he just has an unyielding oath to you and only you

Tengen Uzui

graduate student!

but like… he’s one of your TA’s so here’s where the issues begin

you’re on your last semester before you get your bachelor’s degree and then start your masters

you needed credits so you took a basic conditioning class to get you to full time student level

when you walk in you’re just flabbergasted seeing him

he’s 6’6” and HUGE. just the sight of his arms makes your mouth drop open

now you’re realizing you’re one of the only girls in the class fuck

you’re pretty fit, taking yoga and pilates with friends so you figured this would be fine for you anyways… get you more comfortable going to the gym

but now you’re not too sure

which tengen notices the ratio going on in class and makes a mental note because last thing he wants is any girl feeling worried or uncomfortable he’ll protect his girl students to the death

you and the two other girls immediately form a group (and friendship aw) and you have the most experience of them which you use to help them when the guys obsessively steal tengen’s attention they all wanna look like him lol

which tengen notices for sure and appreciates as he can’t get to everyone during class

can’t help himself but want to get to know you

you are beautiful

fit, kind, willing to learn and try

talks about pilates with you because he does it occasionally

fast learner when it comes to using weights and workout machines he’s proud

he’s just so loud about working out and getting to know his students, wants everyone to have fun for sure. everyone knows his favorite word is flamboyant

one time you recommend him a nail police color and next class he’s wearing it

always complimenting your gym fits - he’s obsessed with your matching tops and bottoms and sports bras

the other girls are always joking he has a crush on you

which no way

but he smiles up a storm near you and always gravitates to see if you need help

the girls are def obsessed with the way he towers over you

lots of teasing

lots of smart remarks

it was on accident you two met outside the class. it was the mid semester bar crawl and you two run into each other while out with friends

rengoku is def like “is that your student you’re always talking about?” whoops

and of course your friends are all over that too

everyone ditches y’all so there you two are crammed in a booth in the corner of a bar with music blasting

both of you have had quite a bit to drink being on half the bars in your college town

so liquid courage is on both y’all’s side (or against it)

maybe it wasn’t very flamboyant of him but he presses his lips to yours after talking and getting so absorbed in each other

y’all are those people making out in the bar that people def notice and just roll their eyes

like imagine his strong arms around you that you get to grab onto

makes sure you get home safely after y’all hit up a few more bars, holding hands the whole time

next class is awkward

and so is the next one

you’re avoiding him and he’s not sure how much trouble he could get in

then you skip a class and you never skip classes

so he’s worried

and knows where you live so does the obvious flamboyant thing of showing up

and you’re very sick and surprised

so que tengen taking care of your sick ass because your roommates are at class

ends up with both you admitting your feelings

but like he’s your TA .. but just another student so who cares?

starts taking you on dates

teases you extra in class now

wants you to go to the gym with him outside of class

wants to take you shopping for cute clothes

definitely get mani pedis together

cute dates with yummy foods

always finds the most unique and extravagant places to take you

you never gotta drive anywhere with him he picks you up and drops you off wherever

he’d be so fun to be at the bar with (like imagine him and rengoku having a drinking contest lmao)

anyways y’all would be adorable and he’d be that proud mom at your graduation and then supporting you through your masters degree too

begs you to take another class he’s TAing lmao

BYE i wanna write a fic about this now omg someone tell me if they’d want that

[deusexmachinawitch]

Satella's Manifestation Journey of 2023

It's been a long while since I posted, especially since I had to go into hiding due to work reasons. I even had to remove my Discord and everything but I continued my manifestation journey even with the silence.

Many things have changed, in fact, I am still processing how different my life is right now. It all changed in just a month and a half, right before December. But I think I should start from the beginning...

As you know, I started my manifestation journey to manifest my SP who happened to be my ex. During the journey, I revised my Mom into being the mother I never had and for other things to happen like my work career boosting and being spoiled randomly.

But my SP was resisting really badly for some reason.

One of the biggest dates related to my SP was coming, since I was about to coincide with him for 4 days and I felt awful. I really had started having everything I wanted but yeah, SP was really an issue and I began having doubts about what I really felt towards him. Then, I saw my friend group guilt tripping me into trying to get back with him by making the first steps and that's when I realized... This isn't what I want. By having these people not conforming and pushing me into doing something I didn't want (and I think it was because he wanted to come back to me but was too prideful to do so), I decided to explore my feelings more. After he misbehaved during a random encounter and mistreated one of my new friends, I suddenly realized that more than genuine feelings... There was something else.

That's when I talked to my therapist and I discovered what a "trauma bond" was. From there, the whole "him not conforming" made sense. It wasn't really love, it was just... Attached me to the memories and these feelings of pain where fruit of the trauma more than love. After realizing that, I refocused everything.

I did my usual subliminals routine and affirmed for my success and happiness. And when I was ready, I decided to do the list method for two things: For a new SP that came out of thin air and for a new friend group that wasn't like this one I currently had. I wanted to have what I truly deserved. Love and respect from a loved one and from a friend group who truly minded my feelings and didn't trample what I felt.

I also affirmed for bigger success in my career.

In just one week, no kidding you guys, just one week... I was at a party to celebrate the anniversary of something really important to me...

I met the exact guy I wrote in my list. Like, to a T.

Same ethnicity, same physical appearance, way of dressing, personality, even the smell... Like, literally the same cologne I wrote just for the laughs to test the law. Like, basically, I wrote a bunch of stupid stuff I liked to test the law and the guy had them.

Not only that, I networked with a bunch of people for work and we all clicked so well that we started talking together every day after the party.

Since then, we went to travel together and had a lot of adventures together. List!SP included.

We did a lot of work projects that were successful and when the date of the dreaded encounter with Ex!SP happened... All of them bought tickets to travel WITH ME so I wouldn't have to face him by myself and to defend me in case either him or my old friend group tried to guilt trip me.

And that's when List!SP confessed to me and said that it was weird but he really felt madly in love with me, that something was telling him that I was the right one for him and that he wanted to give a try dating.

So... I ended up going to this dreaded event with a bunch of new friends who happen to be quite successful and with a handsome man next to me who treated me like a lady. My friends took care of me and List!SP made sure I was always well, that people were not making me uncomfortable and even fixing my hair and clothes so I would look stunning.

Ex!SP was floored and so were my old friend group. I found out later that all of them thought I was just moping because I disappeared and were trying to hook me up again with Ex!SP "out of pity" until one of my new friends told them the truth which was that I was actually travelling across the country with people and working hard.

From there, I still work and travel with my new friend group and enjoy my new relationship with List!SP. He's really attached and devoted to me, makes sure I never lack everything and comes to see me when I really need him. I am also really spoiled by him and truly cared for him. I taught him a bit about manifestation and he believed me, so he tried it to make his relationship with his parents to be better and it's working.

Outside of that, I still get spoiled by everyone including my Mom and my life is becoming my dream life bit by bit. I want to make a manifestation list for 2024 but I wonder what to choose.

The only negative things I can say is that because I got so emotionally drained by my trauma bond from Ex!SP and my old friends, is that I feel sometimes really detached and dissociate a lot. Especially when I revise events and the people involved in them don't remember stuff because I jumped into another reality when what happened didn't happen. Sometimes I feel like I must be crazy and think weird stuff like List!SP not being real and such.

List!SP understands this since everything was too good to be true and too sudden and still cares for me and respects me. He gives me space and time to process things at my pace while making sure everything I know that everything is real and I'm safe, even offering to come to my therapy to know how to help me feel better.

All I know is that as soon as I just understood myself better and knew what I really wanted, everything instantly clicked and came to the 3D really fast. Especially because I wasn't attached to any results, feelings or anything. I just knew this was what I deserve and already have, so I was safe.

I don't know what more to say.

Thank you for being patient for my return and for reading all of this. You can send me stuff at my ask box to ask about this like methods and such. Anything to help anyone with their manifestation journey.

I'll try to find ways to talk to you guys as well on private messages but for now, happy manifesting.

Satella

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Can I request hcs on how Hobie would comfort his gf who’s from Earth-199999 and her canon event is going through the infinity war & endgame? She’s a spider and her younger adoptive brother is Peter Parker and she loses him during the blip, then when she gets him back in endgame, she loses her father figure Tony Stark?

When you’re lost in the darkness…

I didn’t realize you said hcs until I looked back so I hope a fic is okay ):

It’s been exactly a year. A year since the closest person you had to a father has died, a year since your brother had come back.

Hobie had met you when he went hunting for an anomaly in your world, getting some odd stares while doing so.

“So, yeah, that’s all that happened .” You said, grabbing a box from the truck.

“Wow. That’s uh.. crazy. But how’s your boyfriend? Hobie, right?” He asked, grabbing multiple boxes, they were almost towering over him.

“He’s uh.. he’s good.” You nodded. And he was spiderman, and there’s a whole spider society full of them, and he was considered a loser there.

“That’s good. When do I get to meet him? He sounds great.” He said, and put the boxes down when he entered the new apartment.

“You will.. eventually hopefully, he’s just in and out of town a lot cause of work.” You said, quickly making up that excuse.

“Got it…”

“So, how’s being spider man, spider man?” You asked him, grabbing more boxes.

“It’s uh..” he laughed “tiring. I’ve been thinking of taking a break or something. It’s been too much since..”

“Yeah.. I know.” You were an intern for stark enterprises, and you were close with Tony, and even pepper. You were also close with Happy.

He just smiled sympathetically. He knew the feeling.

It was the anniversary, and you both were quiet and clearly still upset.

Then, a voice called out your name. You snapped back at the familiar accent.

“Hobie!” You said, and smiled widely. You ran up to him and put your arms around his neck, he laughed and picked you up.

“How’ve you been?” He asked, and pecked you on the cheek as he put you down on the ground.

“Alright, I guess.” You shrugged.

“That’s good. Glad I’m back so-“

He was gonna say so I can help you unpack when he spotted a guy, already helping you.

He looked at you, and nodded to the guy. “Who’s he?”

“Oh! That’s Peter. Peter!” You shouted his name, he looked back and put the box down for a moment. He quickly went up to you both.

“So- this is- this is your boyfriend?” He pointed to Hobie

“Yeah. Peter meet Hobie, Hobie meet Peter.”

Hobie held his hand out for him to shake, which he did.

“Nice to meet the brother she talks bout’ so much.”

“And it’s nice to meet the boyfriend she talks about all the time.”

“Okay, I talk about you both a lot.” You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“So, how’s work..?” Peter asked, suspicious of the man in front of him. He folded his arms in front of his chest.

You’ve had past asshole boyfriends, and he really didn’t want him to be the same.

“It’s alright.. boring, but alright.” He said, looking at you. He wondered if you told him.

“That’s nice, nice.” He mumbled the last part. “So.. let’s get back to it.” He pointed to the truck and boxes, and turned around.

“Weird kid.” Hobie said, and looked at you walking next to him.

“He’s weird but.. he has a good heart.” You shrugged and smiled.

Hobie looked back to the truck and helped you unpack in minutes.

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“You think he likes me?” Hobie said when Peter headed out.

“He literally said ‘I like him, he’s just a lot cooler than me..’ he’s just nervous.” You smiled, and put your hand on Hobies shoulder. “And Y’Know… today isn’t the best day. But we need to move on.”

“Yeah. It’s fine, I get it. You wanna know something?” He said, his voice almost in a soft whisper as he spoke. You both were cuddled up comfortably in your new apartment bed.

“Yeah.”

“When my.. you know, died, i quit being spiderman for a while. I blamed myself. I thought that I could have prevented it.”

“Oh Hobie..”

“But then I realized that thats just what happens.” He shrugged and looked at you.

“You couldn’t save him, and that’s all right. You can’t save everyone. You couldn’t have prevented it. It’s not your fault he died.” He said, almost like he was reading your mind.

Your lip quivered, and you kissed him again. He smiled at you and you smiled back.

“I love you.” You mumbled, falling asleep on him.

“I love you too.” He said, and kissed your forehead as you both fell into a peaceful sleep.

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