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[ladylynse]

For anyone interested in my Huntsclan!Jake AU fic Unbound, I've been doing some tallying between what I've written and what I've got planned, and I can confidently say this fic will crack 50 chapters so chances are very good it will also crack 125 K.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

can you do a part two to the imagine about conrad bringing his new gf to belly and jeremiah’s wedding??? i’m so curious to see what happens next lol

Request: Can we see more of conrad and his Stanford tutor girlfriend at cousins? Like him showing her around and they run into Nicole and everything. He's just so in love he doesn't notice anything or anyone but her. Maybe we see a family dinner

I had no intentions to, but after the crazy amount of demands for a part 2, I caved in…and here it is

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Conrad didn’t want to deal with everyone’s questions about you right when you got to Cousins, so you snuck out by the beach after dropping your bags in his room. He felt like he was fourteen again, sneaking out to catch the early waves. 

Neither of you had swim clothes on, so you just walked along the sandy shoreline while Conrad shared all sorts of little stories about Cousins.

‘’This is where you learned to surf?’’ you asked, gesturing toward the water.

Conrad hummed, his hand holding yours. ‘’And where I got stung by a jellyfish.’’ 

‘’A jellyfish?’’ you echoed, a touch of concern in your voice. That sounded pretty serious.

‘’Yeah. Steven kept telling Jeremiah that he had to pee on my leg so I wouldn’t need amputation and I did not want that,’’ he recounted with the same disgust as that day. ‘’Never do that, by the way. It can do more harm.’’ 

You nodded, though you doubted you would ever need that piece of information.

You walked and talked some more, until a playful glint of mischief flashed in Conrad’s eye and he turned to you, lifting you over his shoulder and taking you to the water. A squeak left your lips, caught off guard, and then you instinctively clung to his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he threatened to drop you in the water fully clothed. 

‘’If you drop me, I swear I'll—’’

Conrad cut you off with a mischievous grin, his laughter mixing with the soothing sounds of the ocean. ‘’You’ll what?’’ His voice was filled with playful challenge, and he took a few steps deeper into the water. 

*

When you came back to the summer house, Laurel whisked you away and Conrad went looking for Jeremiah. Unfortunately, someone found him first. 

‘’I don’t want her here.’’ Belly's voice hissed, her eyes glaring at the one she used to call her’s. ‘’This is my wedding, I get to decide who attends.’’ 

Conrad knew this wouldn't be easy for her — seeing him with another girl —, but he didn't expect Belly to behave like a child. She made a choice two years ago, she made a choice weeks ago when she decided to marry Jeremiah. 

‘’If you want her to leave, I’m leaving too,’’ he replied firmly but calmly. ‘’Good luck explaining to Jeremiah why his brother and best man is not at his wedding.’’

Belly sighed, accepting the lost battle. ‘’Fine. She can stay…’’ It didn’t enchant her, but there was no way she was risking Conrad leaving. Jeremiah was so happy when he got his RSVP response. ‘’Did you bring her here just to spite me?’’ she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt.

Conrad couldn't believe her accusation. He took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his composure. ‘’Are you being serious right now? You're getting married, and you still think I came here to get you back? It’s been two years. I moved on, Belly.’’

She met Conrad's gaze with a mixture of frustration and defiance. ‘’I did too. I’m getting married.’’ Belly smiled, the ring on her finger suddenly feeling heavy. 

‘’Then why are you so bothered that I’m dating someone else?’’  

Belly opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. 

‘’How can you do this to Jeremiah?!’’ 

Conrad was exasperated. Him and Jeremiah had tough moments, but he was his little brother and he promised their mom to take care of him. And that included making sure he’s not marrying someone who doesn’t love him the way he deserves. 

‘’He's inside, helping Taylor with the center-tables while his fiancé is having a jealousy fit over her ex boyfriend’s new girlfriend. You can’t have everything, Belly. You picked Jeremiah, you made that choice—’’

‘’And you left!’’ 

‘’Because you picked Jeremiah!’’ Conrad spit back, plunging back into old feelings. ‘’There was nothing left for me here.’’ 

‘’You didn’t show up on the 4th of July. Everyone was there, but you weren’t. How can you miss Susannah’s favorite holiday?’’

‘’How can you announce your engagement on her special day?’’ 

‘’It was Jeremiah’s idea—’’ 

‘’I don’t care! I don’t care whose idea it was,'' Conrad cut. ''Just like I don’t care that you’re jealous I came here with Y/N. You always said you don’t like the attention, but it’s bullshit. You crave attention, but you’re no longer my center of attention and that’s something you have to accept.’’

*

An undeniable tension hung in the air during dinner. Everyone was sitting outside, discussing around a light meal Laurel had prepared — with your offered help. The conversation was mainly around the soon-to-be-weds, but eventually circled back to you and Conrad.  

‘’So, Connie, how long have you been hiding her from us?’’ Laurel asked, a light teasing tone in her voice. 

The attention shifted to you and Conrad, who immediately felt uncomfortable. Unlike some people around the table, he didn’t like being the center of attention. ‘’I haven’t been hiding her,’’ he defended, shaking his head, trying to downplay the situation. 

‘’Then why did you miss the last Christmas?’’ Steven questioned, giving Conrad a knowing smile. 

Conrad glared at him, cursing his big mouth. ‘’Med school is hard, Steven. And Y/N is tutoring outside her classes, so she can’t just leave whenever she decides.’’

‘’What about the skiing pictures I saw? I doubt there’s skiing resorts in Palo Alto.’’ 

‘’It was a last minute thing,’’ you explained, helping Conrad against Steven. ‘’My parents rented a cabin and invited us for a few days. We would have loved to come to Boston for Christmas if we had time.’’

It wasn’t the full truth, but Conrad was grateful for your quick lie. You did go on a ski trip with your parents during winter break, but Conrad had no intention of coming to Boston for the holidays. He didn’t want to spend Christmas at home without his mom. 

‘’Well, I'm glad you both could make it for the wedding,’’ Jeremiah said, smiling warmly at you and Conrad, his gaze lingering on his older brother for a moment. ‘’It means a lot to me — to us. Right Bells?’’ He glanced at his fiancé, who was visibly unhappy about your presence.

She had made no effort to engage conversation with you — nor Conrad — during the whole dinner.  Even her friend Taylor had been whispering in your back with Belly. It was such an unclassy teenager behavior. You personally didn’t care.You weren’t there to make friends, you were Conrad’s guest. 

Belly forced a smile, stabbing at her food with her fork. ‘’Yeah.’’

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[tonyspank]

STARGAZING

Warnings: fluff, a bit of smut, reader has leg & back tattoos, and reader calls donuts overrated LOL

Reader also has a pp 😱

Summary: You finally hang out with Jenna off duty.

Every weekday morning was the same. You'd wake up, go to the station, talk to some of your fellow officers, maybe even your captain, then stop at the same café. You'd order the same coffee and pastry, and sit down at the same table, with the same company.

Jenna was wonderful company too. Her eyes would light up whenever you walked through the door, uniform on and everything. It was your own little ritual, one that you looked forward to every day. You'd talk about your days, your hopes, and your ambitions.

It was a sense of comfort, one that you could always count on. You could tell that Jenna was always genuinely happy to see you. That smile that you grew to love over the past year would never leave her face when you were near.

You shared a special bond with Jenna that was unlike any other, regardless if you only hung out at the café. It was like home. You'd come in the morning, or afternoon for lunch, maybe even stop by before clocking out.

"Here's your breakfast bagel and coffee, just how you like it." You look away from the window, Jenna grins, placing down your food. "Thank you." You both exchange a look, and you can't help but smile at the girl in front of you.

Jenna sits down across from you, resting her hand on her hands as you take a bite of the bagel, savoring the taste and everything that it represents. "Aren't cops supposed to eat donuts? Not bagels?" You smirk and take a sip of coffee. "Donuts are overrated," you reply, then take another bite of the bagel.

Jenna laughs. "I guess you have a point," she says. "So, how's Chris?" You snort at the question. You had told Jenna about how another officer had to go on a two-week break due to the fact that Chris had broken his butt bone. Jenna laughs at you, her smile widening even more.

"He was in a lot of pain but he's doing better now." Jenna shakes her head, still laughing. "Have you ever seen anyone break their butt bone before?" You ask, still chuckling. Jenna shakes her head. "Nope, can't say I have."

You both laugh, still, in disbelief at the situation Chris had gotten himself into.

Chris had a good sense of humor about it, though, and it was relieving to have a good laugh about it. You both shared a moment of understanding, knowing that accidents happen and it could have been any of you.

You take a sip of your coffee, nearly moaning at the taste. "Your coffee completely beats the Starbucks I had yesterday." Jenna smiles but lets out a dramatic gasp, "You went to Starbucks and not here? I'm honestly hurt!" You laugh and take another sip, "Your coffee's better, I promise. I'll never make that mistake again."

"Good, you know I take good care of you." You smile, feeling the warmth of the coffee and the warmth of her words. "I know you do," you reply. She smiles back and the two of you sit in comfortable silence. After a few minutes, you finish up your bagel, crumbling the trash up.

"What do you do when you're not saving the city?" Jenna asks randomly. You pause for a moment, taken aback by her question. You take a sip of your coffee before responding, "I uh, just walk around...maybe hang out at home, why?"

Jenna shrugs. "Just curious. It seems like you're always in your uniform. It's nice to hear you take some time to relax." You smile, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah...I guess I just like the feeling of doing something meaningful."

You then pause, thinking about how to word your next sentence. "It makes me feel like I'm doing something with my life."

Jenna nods in understanding. "I get it. Everyone needs a purpose to feel fulfilled." You take a deep breath. "I don't feel like I'm drifting anymore." Jenna smiles. "That's great. You've found something that makes you feel alive, and that's all that matters." You smile, subconsciously grabbing Jenna's hand that rests on the table.

"Maybe tomorrow we could hang out and relax together." Jenna nods, squeezing your hand. "I'd like that. Now I can finally see you outside of your uniform." You nod in agreement, the two of you still smiling.

You both laugh, and you feel your heart swell. Your shared laughter is infectious, and you can't help but feel a sense of joy and warmth spread through your chest.

You look into each other's eyes, your smiles still lingering on your faces. You feel an unspoken understanding between the two of you, a connection that you can't explain.

You clear your throat, letting go of the girl's hand and start gathering your stuff. "Well, I gotta go save the city now. I'll um...I'll pick you up tomorrow from work. What time do you get off?"

She smiles and says, "I get off at three. I'll be waiting for you." You nod at her words, sending a small smile. With one last glance, you turn and walk away, leaving her standing there, still smiling.

You were right on time, three o'clock on the dot, waiting for Jenna outside of the café. Jenna emerged from the café, a smile still lighting up her face. You got off your motorcycle, taking off your helmet. You waved to Jenna, who waved back. "No! I wanted to ride in the police cruiser!" Jenna teased you as she brought you into a hug.

You laughed and hugged her back. "Maybe next time," you said as you mounted your motorcycle. You pulled Jenna onto the back of your bike and handed her your helmet. She gave you a tight squeeze, then put the helmet on.

You felt her arms wrap around your waist as you started the engine and drove off the wind buffeted you as you travelled, and you felt Jenna's embrace tighten with each passing mile.

You pulled up to your destination, and Jenna hopped off the back of the bike. "Where are we?" She questioned, looking around at the greeny area.

You smiled at her and said, "This is my secret spot. I wanted to share it with you." Jenna's face lit up with joy as she looked around, taking in the beauty of the place. You held out your hand, and she took it before looking up at you with a smile. "C'mon, I set up a picnic."

You led Jenna down the path, and soon you arrived at the clearing with the picnic set up. Jenna was amazed, and you smiled as you watched her in admiration. "This is insane." Jenna turned to you with a look of awe. "How did you do this?" she asked.

You simply smiled and replied, "It's my pleasure. A return for your wonderful company and coffee this past year."

Jenna smiled and hugged you tightly. You enjoyed the moment, feeling content and grateful for the friendship you had built. When she pulled away you gestured her to sit, joining her shortly after and reaching inside the basket.

You pulled out a container of fruit, sandwiches, and a bottle of sparkling cider. She laughed, delighted by the surprise. "I am... astonished... honestly."

You laugh before raising your glass. "To Jenna's amazing coffee and bagels!" She smiled and raised her glass to yours, clinking them together. "To my coffee and bagels," she said, and you both took a sip.

You both shared a laugh and put your glasses down. Jenna looked at you and said, "I didn't know you had tattoos." You chuckled glancing at your legs, "Yeah, I usually have to cover them for work. I also have one on my back."

Jenna smiled and said, "Really? Can I see?" You nod in response. Jenna quickly gets up, kneeling behind you. She gently moved your shirt and her eyes widened. "That's a really awesome design."

You smile and reply, "Thanks." Her hands begin tracing the tattoo and you can't help but shiver from her touch. You turn your head slightly, meeting Jenna's face as she places her hands on your shoulder, her face only inches away from yours.

"It looks so good on you." You blush and thank her again. She gets up, moving back to her original spot. She smiles. "I'm really glad you decided to get it. It suits you."

You nod in agreement, feeling a warmth inside that you hadn't felt in a long time. "Could you pass me a grape?" Jenna reaches into the fruit container, a grab in her hand. "Catch it."

You open your mouth, trying to fight back a smile. "You think I won't catch it? I was pro at this in high school."

The grape flew in the air, and you caught it, your reflexes still sharp. You grinned in satisfaction, and Jenna clapped her hands in surprise. "That was impressive!" she exclaimed.

"Here you try." Jenna hands you the container before preparing herself to catch the grape. You took a grape from the container and threw it up in the air. Jenna's reflexes were still a bit rusty, but she managed to catch it with her hands.

"Cheater! You gotta catch it with your mouth." You quickly grabbed another grape, throwing it at Jenna, unfortunately, it fell short. Jenna tried her best to catch it, but it was too late. "Damnit!" She laughs, her hands resting on your thighs.

She pouted playfully. "I feel like a loser." You shake your head, keeping your eyes on her as you reach into the container for a strawberry.

"Here's a reward for trying." You hold out the strawberry to hand it to her, but instead, she bites it from your hand, her eyes on you the entire time.

She lets out a small moan at the sweet taste of the berry, dramatically rolling her eyes. "So good." Her own hands reach into the container, picking out a strawberry. "Try one."

You couldn't even protest before she holds the strawberry to your lips, her left hand still resting on your thigh. You take a bite, the juice of the strawberry running down the corner of your mouth.

She gently wipes it away with her thumb, her eyes never leaving yours. You can't help but blush at her closeness. "Mmm..." You hum, nodding your head, approving of the taste. She smiles at your reaction, her hand still lingering on your thigh.

Her eyes leave yours, moving to your thigh. "Did this one hurt?" She asks, her finger tracing over the tattoo on your upper thigh. You take a deep breath, feeling her gentle touch. "A bit," you reply, your voice barely audible. She nods, giving you a reassuring smile.

She pauses for a moment, her eyes locked on yours. "Jenna..." you whisper out, swallowing the lump in your throat. She nods, telling you to go on. "Can I kiss you?" Again, she nods, causing you to smile. You lift your hand to caress her cheek before closing the distance and pressing your lips to hers.

You feel her arms wrap around your neck, her breathing becoming more shallow. She parted her lips slightly, deepening the kiss. You felt like you could stay there forever, lost in the moment. You eventually pull away, both of you breathless. You smile at her, and she smiles back, her cheeks blushing.

You both laugh nervously, and she leans her forehead against yours. You stare into each other's eyes for a few moments, feeling a connection that was unexpected yet undeniable. You stay like that for a while, just enjoying the moment and savoring the feeling.

"Fuck the police?" She mumbles, biting down on her lip. You can't help but chuckle. "Fuck the police."

And fuck the police was she doing. "Shit, Jenna..." You whine out, grabbing her hips. She grins, pushing you back onto the bed. "You know you love it," She says, her lips curving into a smirk.

She moves her hips, and you gasp, lost in the moment. You grip her hips and pull her closer, letting out a moan as she continues her movements. "Fuck me."

"I am, baby." She laughs before letting out a loud moan. "You're so big, fuck." Her hand moves from your core to your thigh, and her movements become faster and more intense, pushing you closer to the edge.

She's clearly enjoying the experience, her movements are becoming more passionate as your pleasure intensifies. You can feel her desire to bring you to the peak of pleasure and you give in to it, letting her take you there.

"I'm cumming!" She yells out, her grip on your thigh tightening. Her back arches as she rides you, her muscles tense as her orgasm takes over her body. You can feel her body shudder against yours as she comes down from her high and collapses against your chest. You wrap your arms around her, before flipping her over on her back.

You start to move inside of her again, your movements slow and gentle. She moans softly, her eyes half open, her breathing heavy. You kiss her gently, your lips lingering at the moment as you both enjoy the sensations of being together. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you closer, her fingers tracing circles on your back, over your tattoo.

She looks up at you, her eyes full of love and desire, and you know she'll remember this moment forever. You kiss her again, this time more passionately and with more urgency. You both know there's no need to rush; the night is still young and you both have all the time in the world.

You begin trailing kissing down her neck as your hips move slowly against hers, her breathing becoming heavier as her hands grip your shoulders. You whisper in her ear softly, "You feel so good, Jen."

She moans in response, her fingers running through your hair as you press your lips against her collarbone. You feel her body quiver beneath you as your hands travel down her curves. Finally, you meet her gaze, and she smiles.

"Faster, Y/N..." she whines, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. You comply, increasing your movements, and soon she's clinging onto you, her breath coming out in short gasps. "Yes, fuck." You can feel her body quivering beneath you, her grip on your shoulders tightening with each thrust. She screams out your name, her head thrown back in pleasure as you hit the right spot.

"Right there, shit. I'm about to cum again." You continue to move inside her, your body responding to her every whim. You lean down, your lips seeking hers as you both reach the peak of pleasure together.

She cries out your name, her voice low and husky as she comes down again, her eyes closed and a satisfied smile playing on her lips. You collapse onto her, both of you panting and sweaty as you bask in the afterglow.

You stay like that for a few moments before you reluctantly pull away, looking into her eyes with love and admiration. You give her a gentle kiss on the forehead, a silent promise of more to come before you both drift off into a peaceful sleep.

It was now morning time and you leaned against Jenna's kitchen counter, sipping on a mug of coffee she made for you as she took in your features.

She smiled lovingly at you before speaking up. "I could get used to this. You just walk around my place in your underwear, showing off your body and tattoos."

You chuckled, feeling a warmth inside your chest that made you feel like you were home. You grabbed her hand and pulled her close, pressing your lips against hers. "Me too." You placed another kiss on her lips before pulling away.

"Hungry?" She smiled and nodded. You stood up and began walking to the fridge, but Jenna stopped you. "No, baby. I'm hungry for you." Your eyebrows raise in surprise, "Oh."

[vinziel]

Hug Time? Male Reader x John Dory

A/N: First time writing angst. Yay.

Throughout the saving Floyd mission, you've noticed John Dory always tried to hug his siblings and you, but neither you nor his brothers hugged him. It seems you and his brothers are still uncomfortable. After a few months have passed since that day and you've grown accustomed to being touchy with John Dory but his brothers still need a bit of time, which was understandable, yet John Dory felt...distanced from his brothers, no matter how hard or how much he tried they never seem to get around and be comfortable with him. He thinks that maybe he'll never convince them but you always assure him that he can and it'll take time. John Dory felt assured but the feeling still lingered inside of him. One day, you were going out to buy some groceries, Bruce also came to visit at this time, John Dory, Poppy, Branch, Viva and the rest of the Brozone brothers were all talking inside the bunker, talking about anything really. Then the hug time bracelets went off and everyone started to hug each other, except for John Dory, whenever he would try to hug one of his brothers someone hugged them first, and he didn't want to just hug them still since he knew that they may not be so comfortable still. Now everyone has hugged someone.

John Dory was on the verge of a mental breakdown, he felt like crying, he was slightly trembling, thinking to himself "No John Dory, don't do it. Don't ruin the mood" He stands up and leaves without anyone noticing, he then goes to his shared room with you, locks the door and just quietly cries in bed. He had you and he was grateful but he still wanted at least one of his brothers to hug him or show the same affection he was giving them. He knew that he brought this upon himself but, it still hurts, to know your brothers still don't feel comfortable enough with you. Time passes by and Poppy notices John Dory is gone, and she gets a little concerned "Wait, did anyone hug John Dory?" She says. The brothers and Viva look at each other and shrug. All of them then went to your bedroom with John Dory room knocking on his door to no response.

You finally got back home with groceries, putting them on the table, you see a small commotion outside your room. "What's going on?" You ask, concerned and curious. "Well we're not sure. I think no one hugged John Dory during hug time, and we're trying to let him let us inside his room to maybe help him feel better" Poppy says before continuing "But he's not opening the door" You sigh, a frown on your face, visibly worried about how John Dory's feeling "Let me handle this" You say knocking on the door saying "John? Can you let me in? It's me, Y/N" The door then opens and you enter it, and close it, while the rest of the group goes back to the living room.

It was now just you and John Dory. He guys you, still quietly sobbing, as you take him to bed, sitting beside him "How are you feeling?" You ask, your voice is soft, stroking his hair, as you take off his goggles that cover his tear filled eyes, John Dory then just let's it all out on you, as you comfort him "It's fine, just let it all out" after a while of crying John Dory stops, it's been a while since he's ever actually cried so this was new, John Dory felt good letting it all out, as you both continue to hug "I just feel that maybe they still don't love me like a big brother. Maybe they'll never love me like a big brother, maybe I'll never get them to be comfortable with me. I-I" You sush him "Nonesense" John Dory then removes your hand and says "No! It's not nonesense! They still can't bring themselves to hug me, and every time it's just me and one of my brothers alone it's always awkward!" He yells, the walls were thankfully thick enough to make it soundproof which you're glad "I don't know what I can do to make them like me anymore. It seems no matter how hard I try, they still have resentment over me, no matter how hard they try to hide it, and maybe I deserve it. I-I just wish I can get them to at least not be awkward with me anymore, to be comfortable with me" He continues, his voice is breaking, he isn't yelling anymore, tears rolling down his cheek, he stopped hugging you, as he just puts his hands on the bed.

You always saw John Dory as being a bit too confident but now, it seems like this whole new side of him is new to you, he was being vulnerable with you, and he was letting himself cry, he's letting himself be all sad around you. You have a frown on your face, concerned for John Dory's mental health, you sigh and say "Look....sure it's true, you may have deserved this kind of treatment from your brothers but I assure you they still love you. It just takes time to get used to being around the person who was the reason you ran away from home, the person trying to force them to be perfect, so please John, don't give up and don't think that just because they haven't gotten comfortable with you doesn't mean they won't ever will" You kiss John Dory, in hopes it'll make him feel a bit better, John Dory kisses you back, and after pulling away, he smiles and wipes his tears "You're right, maybe they'll come around some day." He says "That's the spirit! Now let's go back to the living room." You exclaim.

Once you two are back in the living room, the Brozone brothers, Poppy and Viva, all hug John Dory, he's quite shocked by this, then Bruce starts to talk "We're sorry for not hugging you John. We know we may have been a bit resentful towards you at times but we want to assure you that we do still love you" Branch continues by saying "Yeah, we've seen your efforts in trying to make us be comfortable around you and we have been too harsh on you" All the brothers, Poppy and Viva then nod in agreement of Bruce and Branch's statement, John Dory starts to cry tears of joy "I love you guys. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that." He says. You watch this unfold with a smile on your face, appreciating the heartfelt moment. The day continues on as Bruce decides to cook you all dinner, you all eat together and The brothers now seem to be more comfortable around John Dory. Sharing laughs, sharing embarrassing stories about each other during the Brozone days (Mostly from John Dory). Yes this is truly the start of a new beginning among the brothers.

[muddyorbsblr]

a tale of ice baths and hot sauce

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Placement: the day after 'a sizing mishap'

Summary: An effort is made to find out who your mystery boyfriend is during the Elementals challenge when some members of the staff see some marks on your neck that weren't there before…

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: language [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: mango mention (no really i did that here lol); bit of insecurity from Reader if you squint

"You think anyone would notice if I just pinched a chip from the bowl?" you joked while setting up the table for the Elementals-themed challenge that a handful of the Soccer Aid players were going to voluntarily subject themselves to with Joelah, the host for most if not all the promo videos for this event. You raised an eyebrow playfully at her when she approached the table with a giddy little skip in her step, practically twirling in her outfit of relaxed fit jeans and a diagonal cut asymmetrical crop top. "Please tell me where you go shopping I'm in desperate need of cuter clothes. I mean, 'raiding the boyfriend's closet chic' is cute and all but…I also drown in fabric whenever I do it."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Y/N, I think you're faring pretty damn fine if I do say so myself." She waved a hand at your current getup of a cropped loose olive green halter top and a black ruffle skort. "Players seem to enjoy it well enough," she mumbled with a lower tone, as if warning you that you were currently being ogled. "Oy! Eyes on the ball, you pervy lads!"

"Thanks," you told her with a smile, pulling your hair into a ribbon so that it wouldn't stick to your sweaty neck. "Now…do you wanna share with the class why you were skipping--"

"Bloody hell, Y/L/N, your neck!" she gasped, pointing at the right side of your neck and collarbone. "You didn't have that when I last saw you yesterday--Oh my lordy me, you hooked up with someone here! Is it one of the players? That social media star on the World team? One of the pros? Sam Claflin??"

"No on all fronts, Jo," you laughed off her questions. "My boyfriend's working the event, too. I was with him." Her jaw dropped to the ground with your revelation. "We're keeping things a bit…low key, you know?"

"Oh you and your secrets," she teased, still motioning toward your neck. "If that isn't a sign that screams 'Horny blokes step the fuck back', I haven't the faintest idea what is. Anyways, what were you asking earlier?"

"Ah, right. I was gonna ask why were you skipping on your way here like you were back in school and teacher just gave you a gold star?"

"Oh…Oh! Because I just got the players for the Elementals Fire and Ice challenge and Number 6 lit'rally up and volunteered to represent Team England." She made a motion fanning herself. "That godly bod dripping wet and clothes just clinging to him? Lordy me have mercy. And whoever put him in the teeniest jersey and shorts imaginable, I just wanna eurgh! Wanna grab 'em and thank 'em to the high heavens, y'know? Thank 'em for their service."

You are very welcome, you thought to yourself.

"Maybe if you leave an iced coffee on the table and go pspspsps they'll acknowledge your gratitude," you joked, once again pointing to the chips. "I'm taking a pinch. And trying out these sauces, I've been deadly curious since yesterday."

"You take the green one, I'll take one of the reds," she offered, already getting a large chip for herself and placing a few drops of the brighter red condiment. When you had placed a dollop of the green hot sauce onto your own chip, you clinked your pieces together before taking thing whole and bracing for the worst. "Fuck all that is hellish!" she mumbled around her piece, eyeing you incredulously while you just continued on chewing and letting the taste of the sauce linger for a moment or two. "How in the…"

You grabbed all the bottles and looked over the labels with a scrutinizing eye. "The green's deceptive. Makes you think you're getting the milder one but it's got the highest level of Scoville units. I feel sorry to whoever's gonna end up with that."

There was some motion from the corner of your eye, which you quickly realized were the camera crew and some other members of the staff carting around numerous 10 gallon bottles of water and 3 drums. And following just behind them were the six players slated to play this little trivia game. You gave them all a little wave and a courteous smile, making sure to hold eye contact with each of them, and saving Tom for last so you could allow yourself the indulgence of holding his gaze for a fraction of a moment longer, which he returned with a small wave and an obviously deliberate infinitesimal twitch of his two middle fingers.

"Goodness, Y/L/N," one of the staff members, Allen, bellowed. "What happened to--"

"My neck?" you finished for him. "Don't worry about it. My boyfriend thinks himself a vampire," you answered with a casual shrug, earning you a round of chuckles from the rest of the crew and the players. You motioned toward the water drums. "Should we get that all set up then?"

"Oh. Yeah, for sure." He waved his arm toward the drums as well. "Have at it."

"I could help you," Scarlette chimed in, already taking the end of the drum in front of you and jutting her chin in the direction of your neck. "I didn't see that on you yesterday when I picked up my uniform. I take it your boyfriend's somewhere in the building then?" She capped off her question with a cheeky wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Yes, and I'm not saying a single word on where and who he is. But I won't deny it if anyone guesses correctly. The only catch though…you only get two guesses each," you offered, looking at both her and Joelah.

"Claflin," Scarlette spoke immediately, causing the other one to make a motion as if to stop her but all too late.

"Aaaaand that's one wrong guess. Also makes you the second person in this place to for some reason think that I'm bumping uglies with Finnick Odair."

"I could've told you it's not Mister Clock App, or Claflin…or any of the pros," Joelah grumbled out. "We're down to three."

You two set up the last of the water drums, making sure that they were equidistant from one another, and after thanking Scarlette you moved toward the massive water bottles to start filling them up. "Let me help you," Tom spoke up, already placing his hands under the bottle, brushing his hands across yours before taking most of the weight of the bottle and leading you both toward the drum. "You reckon they'll guess me, darling?" he asked under his breath.

"Absolutely not," you answered, keeping your voice down. "I don't think they'll even consider it a possibility that I can pull you."

"Personally I think you pull me just fine," he shot back, smirking when you had to suppress a chortle from his words. "More than fine, actually."

"Menace," you hissed, trying to covertly take deep breaths while the two of you walked to the next bottle and repeated the process.

"Only for you, sweetheart."

"Okay you must be built all kinds of different, because I don't think I coulda kept my wits about me being that close him with the guns on full display, and in close proximity to…what was it the internet called it again?"

"The mango?" you prompted Joelah, causing you both to break out in stifled giggles while waiting for the camera crew to finish setting up.

"Yes! And I saw that little hand brushing, too I mean—how were you not absolutely swooning the second he walked up to the bottle? Hell, how did you even function?"

I have been under those guns on full display and touched more than just his hand, you thought to yourself, holding your words back and instead gave her a little shrug. "Worked with him before. You get used to it," you bluffed. "Besides, I've got someone, and I'm really happy and stupid in love. So there's that, too."

"We need a hand here!" Scarlette called out in your general direction, her and Bugzy already on their feet but pointing at Tom who for some unknown reason, currently had both feet sticking up and out of the drum and putting him in a position that made it exceedingly more difficult for him to get up and out of the drum.

"How in the actual fuck did he even get like that?" you started thinking aloud. A strangled noise slipped from your mouth the second his head dipped below the water and his hands lost their grip on the edge of the drum.

You knew that he would be able to find his way back up, but it didn't stop the way your heart caught in your throat. The way that your legs were involuntarily twitching as if taking on a mind of their own and urging you to make your way to him.

If he hadn't stuck his head back out from under the water just a few seconds later, you would have been more than ready to run to him and help him to his feet, check on him the way he often checked on you when he would see you short of breath on set. You wouldn't have given a damn about the cameras capturing your every move.

But instead you were frozen in place, watching as he ascended and took a big heaving breath, shaking the water from his hair and his eyes before finding your gaze. You were suddenly acutely aware of nearly every minute movement of your body trying to fight back every reaction you had to the excessively obvious bedroom eyes he was giving you, resorting to subtly digging what little fingernail you had into the palm of your hand to at least focus on something else until he looked away.

You moved the moment you clocked the excitement on the faces of Joelah as well as some female members of the staff, already undoubtedly about to speak up that they would gladly help him out. "Can we cut?" you hollered toward the cameraman, who responded to you with a simple thumbs up, pressing a button on his equipment that stopped recording. You quickly whipped out your phone and snapped a picture of Tom in the precarious position before you reached him.

"Really, Y/N?" he huffed, feigning exasperation but you knew that tone better than any other person around you at the moment. He was amused. And you would be in trouble later tonight. You even began to doubt if you could completely walk properly in the morning or if you would walk into the briefing area with a more than slight penguin waddle.

"Had to," you quipped, shrugging your shoulders and scrunching your nose at him reflexively before placing your phone back in your pocket and holding your arms out toward him so he could brace himself. "Tuck your feet back into the drum."

You heard the slightest grumble from him before he wrapped a hand around one of your arms, did exactly as you said, and then wrapped his other arm across your shoulders while he tried to find his footing in the undoubtedly slippery interior of the water drum. "Thank you, sweetheart," he whispered under his breath, pulling you closer as you gripped the towel that was handed over to you and making quick work to spread it out and use it as a cover from prying eyes and wild cameras once his feet were firmly planted on the ground again.

The heavily curious gazes of everyone around you gave you enough pause to not wrap the towel around his waist, realization quickly dawning on you that the gesture would definitely be seen as a show of intimacy. You avoided his gaze as he took the towel from you, opting instead to lead the way to behind the backdrop, picking up his cleats and bag on the way.

You felt the irrational bristling of your skin as the sound of women giggling and commending your boyfriend on his form throughout the drills hit your ears, your hands finding it difficult to grasp the small laundry pouch you'd packed in his bag and a fresh pair of socks from the near violent shaking. When a familiar ridiculously large hand appeared in front of your face, you looked up abruptly to find Tom standing above you, the smile on his face growing brighter when you placed your hand in his and stood up.

"You're shaking," he murmured, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Come here."

He caught you off guard when he tugged you into his arms, a small yelp escaping you before you could stop yourself that had you hoping that nobody on the other side of the backdrop heard it. "What're you doing?" you questioned him in hushed tones, holding back your giggles as he pressed the fluffy sleeves of the bathrobe that he wore to your face and neck. Your hands wrapped around his wrist when he started patting at the exposed skin of your chest. "Sweetie!" You couldn't hold back your giggles when he used his free arm to wrap around you and pull you closer to him.

"You're wet," he said simply, continuing to pat at your dampened skin.

"Well I'm your girlfriend, it kinda comes with the territory," you quipped, letting out another barely muted squeal when he pulled his hand from your grasp and grabbed the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss. Almost immediately you melted in his arms, both of you smiling against each other's lips as you wrapped your arms around him. "Private--"

"This is private, goddess," he cut you off, capturing your lips in another soft kiss. "Public would be bringing you to the center of the field and marking you again with everyone as witness so that there isn't a shadow of doubt in anyone's mind that you're mine."

The sound of the camera crew calling out for him snapped you two out of your moment. "Give me a minute," he hollered out, pressing a final kiss to your forehead before loosening his hold on you and letting you step back from him. You offered him your hand to hold himself steady while he changed out the soiled socks from the challenge. "Did you take a look at the hot sauces on the table?"

"Of course I did," you quipped, scrunching your nose at him when his eyes flickered to yours. "Don't take the green one, it's a trap."

"I'll keep that in mind," he murmured, eyeing you with a smirk when he stood upright and you took his shin guards from him. "And what exactly are you doing, darling?"

You answered him with a playful grin. "Oh I'm sorry. Would you like to try putting these on through two layers of fluff?" He answered you with a minute shake of his head. "No? Well alright then." You proceeded to crouch down and place the shin guards under the knee-high socks, only stopping when you heard a shutter from above your head and looking up at him from your position with a bemused smirk. "Really, Tom?"

"It needed to be done," he said with a chuckle, waving your phone tauntingly in his hand. "After all, you do look so tempting from this angle. Let me just send this to my phone really quick."

You made a point to audibly snap the garter of his sock against his skin, making him jump the slightest bit and squint his eyes at you as you rose to stand upright again. "Give it back," you cooed, holding your hand out. Instead of doing just that, he grabbed hold of your hand and closed the distance between you, placing your arm over his shoulder as his hands roamed down your back before settling in your back pockets.

Before you could say a single word, he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss and you could feel the weight of your phone back in your pocket. As well as his hand grabbing a handful of your ass before he pulled away. "I love you," he whispered, briefly brushing the tip of his nose across yours before stepping backwards, back to the set so that the World Team could have their turn at the ice baths.

"I love you, too." The sound of the crew calling out your name this time and telling you to come help in setting up the next batch was enough to wipe the smitten grin off your face and send you running in the other direction.

A/N: Starting off my 5-day weekend strong with a new Soccer Aid piece out! I have one more that I'm gonna focus on before I give Soccer Aid Hiddles a break from the page for a while to focus on…'relinquish the crown: plans & protestations'! 😳👀 It's been too long since I've written those two blorbos and I miss them so they're next 💖

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[niki-phoria]

idk if you write for reactions, but i would a reaction from enhypen's hyung line about their 8thmember!reader s/o being injured while practicing <33

(and yes i would like this very fluffy😍😍)

‧₊˚✩ enhypen hyung line reaction - their s/o gets hurt during practice

warnings: just gonna list the injuries so (heeseung: sprained ankle, jay: torn mcl, jake: pulled muscle, sunghoon: broken ankle), worried heeseung, descriptions of hospitals/medical treatment but nothing graphic, one cuss word in sunghoon's

a/n: thank you so much for requesting !! this is more comfort than fluff tbh but i tried to keep it all very cute and happy. i didn't include the maknae line bc i kinda struggled with this and i didn't want to wait any longer to post it but i am willing to make a part 02 with the maknaes if anyone is interested. i hope you like it :))

additional notes: i wanna write for enha more but i have no ideas :// and in case you're curious i write imagines and reactions (no headcannons since ppl keep asking for them) the list of who/what i write for is linked in my pinned post

gn 8th member reader (no pronouns used)

requests open !! read my rules first

‧₊˚✩ heeseung

word count 410

he(e)'s so hot slknesklns

you grunt when you hit the ground. pain blooms through your ankle immediately, spreading through your leg and down your foot. “oh my god, are you okay?” your dancer kneels down next to you, holding a hand out to help you up. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to trip you.” 

“it’s okay, i didn’t see you either.” 

you wince when you try to put weight on your right ankle. “are you okay?” 

“yeah, i just think i hurt my ankle.” 

“let me go find a medic.” you nod, limping over to lean against a wall while you wait for help. you can hear her bounding footsteps as she runs back to the studio with an emt following closely behind her. 

“can you stand on it?” he asks, helping you take your shoe and sock off. hues of red and purple have already begun spreading along the skin. the dancer you tripped over nervously hovers behind him, grimacing at the sight of your foot. 

“not really,” you wince when he presses down against the bone. “it hurts when i try to put weight on it.” 

he nods, standing up. “i’m gonna go get some ice and then i'll wrap it. tell me if you notice any intense swelling or if the pain gets worse. you'll be off of it for a few weeks.” 

“here, let me help you,” she says, supporting your weight with her own body. 

“thanks,” you whisper, letting her guide you to a nearby chair. she pushes another chair over to you, helping you lift your leg up onto it. 

“are you gonna be okay here?” 

“i’m alright, thank you so much.” she nods, lowering her head into another apologetic bow before she leaves. 

you’re left alone in the room for a few minutes before heeseung bursts through the door. “y/n,” he gasps, rushing to your side. he’s frantic, eyes wide and hair disheveled. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “i heard about what happened, i’m so sorry i wasn’t there.” 

“it’s okay.” you reach over to grab his hand, squeezing it. 

“does it hurt?” 

you shake your head. “it feels better with the ice.” 

“how long will you be off of it?” 

“they said it keep it elevated and put ice on it. they’re about to come back and wrap it for the next few weeks.”

heeseung leans down to press a kiss against your temple. “i’m glad you’re okay.”

‧₊˚✩ jay

word count 452

i love him sm :(( got a little carried away with this one whoops

you yelp as you fall, hitting the ground hard. your knee hits the ground first. pain immediately spreads through your leg. “y/n!” jay is quick to rush to your side, helping you sit up. you wince, failing to stand up. tears brim your eyes as you cling to jay. “are you okay?” he whispers. 

“i hurt my knee.” 

“can you stand?” jay helps you up as you slowly stand on your feet. you feel off-balance, pain still stinging through your leg. 

“it hurts.” you can see jay share a concerned glance with jungwon, calling a manager over. 

“we’ll get you to a hospital, okay?” her voice is quiet. she’s almost overwhelmingly sweet as she helps you into the backseat of a car before climbing into the front. 

the emergency room smells of hand sanitizer and rubbing alcohol as you wait to be seen. curtains surround your bed though they do little to provide you with any sort of privacy from the other patients. jay’s hand holds yours, fingers intertwined together. “you’ll be okay.” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your temple. “i promise.” you can tell he’s nervous by the way he squeezes your hand a little tighter than usual. 

finally, a doctor enters. she has thick black-rimmed glasses pushed high up on her nose. her shoulder-length black hair is tied back into a low ponytail. “l/n y/n?” she asks. you nod. “can you tell me what happened?” 

“i fell on my knee during a missed stunt.” 

her hands are cold as she pushes the fabric of your pants up, pressing against your now swollen knee. you wince when she presses around the area. “does it hurt when you straighten your leg?” 

“yeah. it hurts to stand on.” she hums, marking down a few notes on a clipboard. 

“i’m gonna do an x-ray just to make sure nothing is broken. it sounds like a torn medial collateral ligament.” 

“what’s the treatment for that?” jay asks. he squeezes your hand reassuringly when you nervously glance up at him. 

“we’ll put on a knee brace. you’ll be on crutches for a few weeks.” 

“thank you.” the doctor curtly nods before she leaves, closing the curtain behind her. 

jay wraps you into a hug, letting you bury your head into his chest. “it’s gonna be okay. it’s only a few weeks.” 

“i don’t want to let anyone down.” you whisper. 

he lifts your chin, making you look up into his eyes. “you could never do that. you’ll wear the brace and then you’ll get better and start performing sooner than you realize.” 

you nod, pulling him back into a hug. “thank you.” 

jay presses a kiss against your forehead. “anything for you.”

‧₊˚✩ jake

word count 358

i need mullet jake SKLNESLN not as severe as the others but i was running out of ideas okay

the pain in your leg is sharp. it burns - stinging each of your nerves with each movement you make. you wince, shifting your weight onto your left leg. jake’s hand ghosts against your lower back, coaxing your to lean against him instead. 

“let’s take a break. we’ll pick it up again in five?” your choreographer announces. murmurs of agreement ripple throughout the group as jake helps you to sit down next against the wall. 

“is everything okay?” he whispers. 

“yeah, just pulled a muscle.” 

“i’m sorry baby.” his hands feel warm against your skin as he moves the fabric of your pant leg out of the way, massaging the sore muscle. “take it easy for the rest of the day, okay? it’ll get even worse if you try to push yourself too hard.” 

“i will.” 

“babe,” jake opens his arms, gesturing for you to lay with him. you comply, making your way back over to him. you lean against his chest as he rubs your back. “how’s your leg? does it still hurt?” you hum, voice muffled by his hoodie. jake chuckles. “i’ll take that as a yes.” 

you pull away a little, moving to lean against his shoulder. “it still stings a little.” 

“come on,” jake shifts so you’re laying on your stomach. “let me take care of you.” you chuckle, letting him maneuver you onto the bed. 

jake leans over you so his knees are pressed against your side. his hands are gentle as he presses them against your back. they feel warm through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. “you’re so tense,” he whispers. you can almost see his furrowed eyebrows and slight frown as he slightly increases the pressure. 

you sigh, relaxing further into the bed. jake moves lower down your body, from your shoulders to your back and eventually down to your calf. slowly, the pain dissipates from your leg until the numb feeling is no longer there. 

he moves off of you, giving you room to roll onto your side. “better?” jake asks. 

you smile, pulling him into a quick kiss. “much better. thank you.” 

“i love you.” 

“i love you too.”

‧₊˚✩ sunghoon

word count 338

hoon is so pretty i am so jealous the gender envy i get from this man in unmatched

you gasp when you trip, tumbling off of the edge of the stage. pain shoots through your ankle when you clamber to your feet as you force yourself to stand back up. a staff member rushes to your side, quickly followed by sunghoon. 

“that was a hard fall, i want you to get checked out by a medic.” 

“but-” your manager’s concerned look is enough to make you stop resisting, instead letting sunghoon support your body weight as you wait for the emt. 

“are you okay?” sunghoon asks. you sigh, avoiding eye contact. 

“i can’t believe i fell off the fucking stage.” 

“hey,” sunghoon moves so he’s standing in front of you, lifting your chin so you’re looking at him. “don’t talk like that. you made a mistake. it’s okay.” he strokes his thumb against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. “we’ve never practiced here before. it’s not your fault.” 

you nod, letting his words console you. your ankle is already deep shades of red when you remove your sock and shoe. despite how gentle the emt is when he presses against the bones of your ankle, pain immediately shoots through your body. you flinch, tears building in your eyes. sunghoon rubs a hand against your back. you cling to his body as the medic looks up at you. 

“it looks like a hairline fracture,” he says. “it’ll take a few months to heal. we’ll get you some ice to put on it for now and then you’ll need to get an x-ray done.” 

“thank you.” he nods sympathetically at you before leaving, taking his bag with you. sunghoon presses a kiss against your temple, letting you lean further into his touch. 

“it’ll be okay. i promise.” 

“what about the concert?” 

“don’t worry about it.” he lifts your face so you’re looking up at him. “you just focus on getting better, okay? engene will support you either way.” 

“i love you.” 

sunghoon presses another kiss against your forehead. “i love you too.” 

[theamityelf]

I just saw the ask about the mini despair senpais and main focus is on the idea of Makoto brushing mini Izuru’s long hair like one would a doll while Kyoko is off investigating. Nagito is patiently (as he can) for his turn

(This is amazing. Yes!)

Kyoko had specifically cautioned him not to let anyone know she'd left her senpai with him. It was...uncomfortably similar to Sayaka asking him to secretly switch rooms, but this was different!

Makoto waited in the bathhouse for a few minutes after Kyoko left, since she'd also said to stagger their exits. He'd been holding Izuru on his hand, meaning to talk to him (and to get him and Nagito talking to each other), but Izuru had climbed down Makoto's body as nimbly as a spider and was currently in his hoodie pocket.

"Okay, I'm going to leave now. You okay in there?" After making sure that Izuru was comfortable in his pocket and Nagito was comfortable on his shoulder, Makoto left the bathhouse, grabbed some food from the kitchen, and returned to his dorm room.

He set up the senpais' food in Nagito's little living space and deposited them both there. "Are you guys good to have dinner while I change into my pajamas and stuff?"

"Komaeda can't kill me, and I don't care enough to kill him, so you're safe to leave the room," Izuru replied.

"Um, good? Nagito, are you-?"

"I'm great!"

"Okay. I'll be right back! Have fun."

When he returned from the bathroom, dressed for bed, Nagito was still eating and Izuru had finished his share and was working out a tangle in his hair with his fingers.

"Do you need a brush?" Makoto asked, crouching close to the table. "Oh, but you probably can't use one for yourself, can you? Do...you want me to brush your hair?"

Izuru was very resourceful, and if he were given a normal-sized hairbrush, he could still have found a way to use it. But he was curious. "Yes," he answered. "Don't break my neck."

"I won't! Of course not! I mean, I'll be really careful. One second..."

One hour later...

"I didn't know you were so good at brushing hair," Nagito said, from Makoto's shoulder.

"This is a little like brushing doll hair with my little sister," Makoto replied. "Am I really doing alright?"

"Well enough," Izuru replied. "Komaeda's jealous."

"It's hardly my place to be jealous. I'm just...hopeful. That I get a turn next."

"Sure, I don't mind," Makoto said. To Izuru, he added, "Are you ready for me to be done yet?"

"Don't stop," Izuru said. "Just keep talking amongst yourselves. I'll let you know when you're done." And then he shut his eyes for several minutes.

"He's pretty demanding," Nagito laughed. "Say, did he ever tell us what his talent is? I don't remember."

"I don't think so. I'm sure he'll tell us when he's ready, like Kyoko. Or, maybe he's like us! That's fine, too."

[kalimlover]

Should I finish this?

I needed a small challenge and I was bored so I wrote this in about 2 hours yesterday but idk if I should finish it pls give it a read

Sweet dreams.

A hot summer day in Lilias little cottage he and his new born son shared. it was a humble little house but it was theirs and theirs alone.

Lilia couldn't be happier than where he was right now with a sleeping baby in his arms.

"Lilia, I'm coming in" a deep but claiming voice had spoken out from behind the front door.

"Malleus!! It's been a while!" He smiled his gaze not leaving the small bundle in his arms.

Stepping into the cottage malleus had noticed a lot of his old baby toys and clothes scattered across the floor.  "Ah, that must be the newborn I've been hearing about." He said letting himself in, stepping closer to Lilia and the bundle in his arms.

After hearing the numerous rummers being passed around by the woodland fairy's about his old guardian adopting a child had left malleus curious so he decided to stop by himself for a visit.

"Try not to make a lot of noise malleus, I just managed to get him to sleep," he said looking up at malleus.

after taking a good look at the baby in Lilia's hands malleus  grimaced "Lilia, why didn't you tell me you've adopted a baby, and a human one no less." He said a saddened expression on his face.

"Oh malleus don't look at me like that, it isn't nothing personal I just haven't had enough time to tell you with the baby and all" the short man replied readjusting the baby in his arms to face malleus

"This is silver, cute isn't he?" Asked Lilia grinning ear to ear. Malleus couldn't believe it looking at the baby in disgust and disbelief that anyone could find that naked monkey looking creature 'cute'

"If this is thing is considered cute, then my parents are still alive." He joked earning him a small slap on the shoulder "Malleus! You shouldn't be saying such things about a baby!" Huffed Lilia "but ur right on time, I was just about to leave to the store to pick up some more baby supplies!!" Said Lilia practically shoving the baby onto malleus arms 

"huh!? Lilia you seriously can't expect me to care for this creature in ur absence, what if I break it?"  Although malleus wasn't all that happy about Lilia's newest addition to the family he didn't want to somehow hurt the infant in his arms because he knew it would make his guardian upset.

"Don't be dramatic" sighed Lilia " just gently pat him and sing him a lullaby, he'll immediately fall asleep even if he was crying. I'll be back soon enough now, so be careful while I'm gone" "WAIT LILIA! You can't just leave me alone here with this infant!" Protested malleus. Smiling the pink haired fae as he teleported away leaving the nocturnal fae and the human infant alone.

'Great' thought malleus staring down at the baby in his arms as it started to open its eyes, 'it's so ugly I almost feel sorry for it' he thought

"Well I guess I'm stuck with you beastie" he sighed staring right into the baby's weird colored eyes.

Malleus would be a liar if he said he wasn't jealous of the new addition. How could such an incompetent creature be able to catch Lilia's attention to easily while he couldn't? Looking at the way Lilia smiled and looked at the child of man made him feel bitter.

-

It's been about seventeen years since he first met the once young infant And it's been exactly a week since Lilia had announced his retirement.

Everyone had taken the news hard but the one who took the news the hardest was the silver haired boy crying in front of him.

Having obtained a soft spot for the boy over the few years they've spent together malleus didn't know what to say he was afraid of making things worse than they already were hearing the boy say such words of self hatred made him feel useless in such a situation of not being able to help.

"Lilia's raised a wonderful son,". Theirs no doubt Malleus meant what he said he truly did believe silver was an amazing son and person.

"Not one he can be proud of," the boy swallowed " I wanted to send him off with a smile and I couldn't even do that!" The silver haired boy cried shivering from the cold his eyes red from all the tears.

"Although Lilia had no obligation to raise you he still did," "what?" Questions silver " human lives are different from ours." He sighed "when I was younger, my grandmother used to tell me that the reason us dragon fae were blessed with such tremendous power was so that we would be able to keep our people happy" he grimaced "and yet I fail to ease the sorrows of two people I hold dearest to me."

He crossed his arms closing his eyes "you may see me as powerful but in reality, I am powerless." It was true, even tho malleus was considered one of the greatest mage's of his time there wasn't anything he could do. He couldn't just stop time and he can't change what was already happening.

"Please don't say that...!" He boy in front of him pleaded "you aren't power L-"

Beep beep beep beep

"I think your phones ringing malleus sama"

Silver Pointed out confused. "Do not worry it's just the toy I've obtained from Lilia" Malleus reached for The small toy he kept in his breast pocket.

"..."

Staring at the small toy in his hands malleus had noticed that his little Dragon character is gone, an egg left in its absence "hm.. drago has left an egg in his stead"

"I'm sorry..." "no, do not be"  he sighed reassuring the boy in front of him " I've been witness to his cycle of life and death, it's nothing to be saddened about."

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Ooooh I saw you answer that question about writing advice and became curious: do you write “original” fiction as well as fanfiction? (love that for you either way). Love your fics btw. Kill Your Darlings is my absolute jam 🥰

I do yeah!

i don't really do anything with it but it does exist!

i shared the first chapter of one of them on here a while ago i think? i can't find the post now but i'll throw it down below if you're interested! Also thank you im so glad you like kyd!!!!

Ram

I think my father made the trees without mouths on purpose. For if they could talk, all of creation would know his secrets. Of course, in the end, perhaps it is better not to know. Kinder for him to keep us in the dark. Knowing is an anchor, it will drown you. That is why, on quiet days, you will hear the distant sounds of forests weeping. 

There’s a disturbance behind me. Nothing loud or startling—a slight rustle, a breath, the scrape of a leather boot. It is subtle and that is why I do not trust it. Never trust anything that is trying to be quiet. Without thinking my hand goes to my bow, an arrow in place by the time I turn around. 

Montoya laughs, holding his arms up, mocking me. He is dark, my brother, all the way through. 

“Scared, Ram?”  

I know instantly that I did not catch him. He wanted to be found. 

“No,” I answer flatly, “just prepared.” 

Montoya laughs again, bleeding an ease that I have never been able to find myself. Perhaps it is the sort of thing that comes with age. Though when you’re thousands of years old how much difference can a few centuries make?

“Your arms must be getting tired brother,” he says casually, and it is only then that I realize my weapon is still drawn. With reluctance I lower it, returning the arrow to the quiver on my back. 

“Why are you here?” this time I cannot hide my irritation.

“I could ask you the same question.”

I give him a flat look. Of all my siblings, Montoya has always made me the most ill at ease. There’s something about his eyes that leaves me wary. They are gapping holes that you swear will swallow you up and never set you free. 

“You are a terribly dull conversationalist Ram, has anyone ever told you that?” 

I don’t take the bait.

“Tsk tsk, what would father say about these manners huh? You’ve been spending too much time amongst the trees brother, you’re starting to turn into one.”

Not all my siblings can fly. My younger sister, Cartha, has gills instead of wings, and my brother Sye hates having his feet off the ground. But most of us, in some form or another, find ourselves in the sky. Montoya’s wings are large and crow like, hardly subtle or practical, but then, neither is he. Even now they create enough wind that I can feel myself fighting not to be pushed backwards. My own wings are small and white and sprout from my ankles.  

“Well,” I say finally, “if that’s all.” I turn my back on him, a dangerous move I’ll admit, though to his credit, Montoya has never attacked the family. He did, however, kill our sister’s cat once. 

I can hear him following me, hear the beating of his great wings. The noise grates my nerves. He is insufferable and there is nothing I can do about it. Sure, I could fight him, I’m good with a bow, but in truth, my brother is stronger. Besides, a fight is what he wants. It tickles him to make me angry. That’s his whole game. 

“Why so gloomy brother?” he asks, flipping onto his back as he pulls up beside me. I have never heard him be anything but taunting and cruel. I wonder if there was a time when he was not like this, but Hario assures me that there wasn’t and she is the oldest. Still, I find it hard to believe. After all, why would father create a son so hateful?

“I’m always gloomy,” I retort, keeping my gaze forward. 

It is spring, the sun setting and lighting the sky on fire with oranges and pinks. They reach out like fingers from the horizon, as if desperate to hold onto the day. 

“Well that is certainly true. Our melancholy little Ram,” he says in a baby voice that makes me want to spear him through the throat.  

“If I am melancholy what does that make you?” 

“Jolly?” 

I cannot help myself, I laugh. The idea that anyone would describe Montoya as jolly is too much for me.

“No, you’re right,” he says, sounding not at all offended. “Jolly is perhaps too dull a word, I am witty.” 

I look at him, brow arched. “Witty,” I repeat flatly. 

He grins, or perhaps sneers is more accurate. “Certainly wittier than you.” 

“Certainly.” 

“And our dear brothers and sisters.” 

“Certainly,” I repeat, though my jaw is clenched and my nails have begun burrowing into my palms. 

“I expect that is why father holds my opinion in such high regard.” 

“Not as high as Hario's.” The small flash of anger in his eyes is satisfying, though he maintains his smile. 

Hario is undeniably our father’s favourite. In truth, she is my favourite too. I have never been very good at getting close to people, but I have always felt comfortable around her. I can speak to her, tell her things in a way I can’t tell anyone else. 

“Not as high as Hario's,” Montoya repeats, the mockery from earlier melting away, revealing something much sharper. Much more dangerous. He might play at pettiness but I know that, in reality, he is far more sinister. “For now, anyway.” 

I stop abruptly, as though an invisible wall has suddenly appeared in my way. When Montoya finally stops too, turning to face me, I see a glint in his dark eyes. He’s won. Gotten the reaction he wanted. Snuck himself under my skin.  

“What is that supposed to mean?” I demand. 

“Ooh,” he is clearly enjoying himself, “have I hit a nerve?”

When he smiles I swear he has the teeth of a wolf, and in the setting sun they sparkle. I do not know why my father made him, why he poured all his ill will into this one creation and then named it son. A common misconception is that because there are gods there must also be demons. If I am the creator of all, my father always says, why would I create evil? Yet staring at Montoya now, at his black eyes, and pointed teeth, the sky ablaze behind him, I do not struggle to understand why the humans believe in a devil. 

“Do not make idle threats brother,” I say, attempting to keep my tone level. 

I’m playing right into his hands, I know, but I’ll not have Hario threatened. Not by anyone. He smirks, eyes running me slowly up and down before he moves forward, pausing just close enough that I can smell his breath.  

“I promise you,” his voice is so quiet it’s nearly carried away by the wind, “my threats are not idle.” He pauses, before laughing. “Brother.” 

His great wings flap, disturbing the trees below us as he flies higher in the sky.

“Father wishes you to know that he was much displeased that you missed his last banquet,” Montoya shouts as he continues to rise. “If I were you, I would not miss the next one.” 

I watch as he grows fainter and fainter, becoming nothing more than a black blip in the distance. I don’t move. I’m afraid that if I do the anger in me will unleash a hurricane. Quite literally. We are, all of us, me and my brothers and sisters, in possession of an affinity for one of the four elements: air, earth, water, fire. My element is air, Montoya and Hario both master fire. 

I force myself to take in several deep breaths, stretching out my hands which have cramped from being clenched so hard. There is a rage in me that I fear, I don’t know where it comes from or why it’s there, but it sits always in the corner of my chest. I have worked my whole life to suppress it, to keep it locked up inside me so that it can never hurt anyone else. Most of the time I succeed. But Montoya brings out the worst in me. 

I take another breath, the sun is almost gone now and the sky is navy blue and made of velvet. Slowly I start moving again, without really knowing where. I dip lower to the ground so that the tops of the trees brush my skin. I run my hands through them, they are cool now that the sunlight has fled. There shouldn’t be anyone out here to catch me, I’m miles from the nearest human site, but I keep a watchful eye on the ground anyway.

I have always hated my father’s banquets, even in my first days of life. There are too many beings, too much noise, and the way they all look at me…I take no pleasure in the power my father has given me, in the authority that comes with it. The other creations stare at us, or bow, offering up gold and wine and sometimes blood. I cringe at the thought. I have never once felt worthy of the deference they show us. In fact, it makes my skin prick and itch. I am not a leader or a ruler, I never have been. I prefer to watch from a far. In truth, I have always gotten the distinct impression that I am somewhat of a disappointment to my father. 

I close my eyes and drift for a moment, letting the air hold me like a pair of arms, cradling me in the night sky. There is sweat covering my skin, it drips slowly down my arms and legs and the side of my face, sending shivers across my bones. I breathe in again, slowly, listening to my heartbeat, to the expansion of the lungs in my chest. Somewhere a dog howls and a bird cries out. Their voices are faded by distance but they linger long after they are let loose. Hanging in the air just like me. This is where I am happiest, alone in the dark.

This is where I belong.

Edward

I don’t know if my mother ever loved my father. I don’t know how she could have. But I suppose, ultimately, it’s of little consequence. She brought with her a dowry too good to refuse, one which provided the Kingdom of Presado with enough ships and gold that it could boast of having the largest naval force this side of the world. And in return, her people gained the loyalty of my grandfather, one of the greatest military commanders alive, an excellent ally. Love was hardly considered. It never is. You cannot win a war with love, you cannot build palaces or feed hungry mouths with love. So why do we persist in the belief that it is so very important to our happiness? Why do we speak of it in the context of marriage and family when we know that it is so rarely present in either of those establishments? 

I don’t know if my mother ever loved my father. But I know that I certainly didn’t. 

I usually don’t bother with such thoughts but, staring at my own wedding contract, I find them hard to avoid. They say she is beautiful, the princess who is soon to be my wife, but then, they always say that. What use have I for a beautiful wife anyway? Mistresses are chosen for their beauty, I would rather my wife be clever. 

“She’s not a fanatic is she?” I ask my advisor, Rufus, as I look up from the pages in front of me for the first time in ages. My mother laughs and I meet her eye, grinning. Rufus simply looks startled. He’s a small man, with tuffs of hair coming out of his mostly bald head, and eyes that protrude so far from his face you fear they will fall onto the floor. He is wildly clever though. He was significantly under valued by my father, probably because he is in possession of a conscience. Skittish and odd he might be, but his loyalty lies firmly with the realm. A rarity, I have found. 

“A fanatic, your Majesty?” he squeaks. “What-er-what do you mean?” 

“Oh you know,” I wave my hand impatiently. “The type who never drinks or dances or laughs. Who always has their knees bent before some alter or another. Who cannot breathe without fearing for our souls.” 

My mother is shaking her head. As a child I loved to make her laugh. It was not a difficult task, my mother, for all her heartache, is a woman with a happy disposition. 

Rufus blinks his great eyes at me. “As far as I’m aware, sire, she possesses a perfectly…adequate…level of piety.” He looks to my mother for help but finds none. 

“You are going to be the death of him, Edward,” she says instead. 

My grin widens. “Come now, it was a fair question was it not?” I turn to Rufus knowing full well that he will splutter, unsure of what to say. And he does just that. “I don’t want to be stuck with a bore now do I?” 

“There are slightly more important factors to consider here my son, as I’m sure you are aware.” 

I am. Painfully so. I must marry Princess Analeigh whether she is a humourless hag or not. As with my mother and father, the alliance is a good one, and we are too weak to survive without it right now. Still, knowing all this, I cannot help but hesitate, especially when I see my father’s handwriting on the pages before me. He orchestrated the match, wrote most of the contract himself. But however unconcerned I may appear on the outside, I have spent hours pouring over these words and, grudgingly, I can find no fault in them. 

I sigh, resigned, stretching out my hand and dipping my quill in ink. 

“You’ll sign?” Rufus sounds half-relieved and half-shocked. Clearly he expected me to be more trouble. I try to hide my amusement. I know that my reputation is that of a scoundrel. A spoiled youth who drinks and gambles and whores. They think me ignorant. They think me incapable—the great men who have gathered in this court over the years. I don’t mind. Let them underestimate me. It will make it all the easier to knock them down.

My hand hovers over the parchment, the quill threatening to drip. I look back up at my mother, she is all in black, in mourning. It doesn’t suit her. Even in death my father is controlling us. What we wear. Who we marry. 

“This is the last time,” I don’t know why I say it out loud. I suppose to make the promise feel more real. He will not pull our strings again.

“The last time, your majesty?” Rufus asks, looking between us in utter confusion. 

My attention is not on him though, my eyes locked with my mother’s. She does not even flinch. 

“Yes,” she says, knowingly. “The last time.” 

I nod, returning to the contract while Rufus’s distress continues to mount. He has missed something, he knows it, and he does not like it. Finally, I let the quill touch the parchment, my hand moving swiftly along the familiar path of my name. 

“There,” I say, feeling the opposite of relief as I lean back in my chair and push it away from me. “It’s done.” 

Not my best line, I’ll admit it, and not even true. This is only the beginning. For a moment I think I catch a glimpse of my father hovering in the corner of the room—just the tail of his robes as he storms out the door, followed by the grizzled noise of his laugh. In my memories he is always old—old and bitter. I swallow, blinking the ghost out of my eyes as I sit up straighter. I do not know if I will make a better king, but gods, I hope I make a better man. 

“Excellent,” Rufus mutters, gathering up the papers. “Excellent, excellent, I’ll deliver these to the envoy and then things can proceed.” He slides from the wooden chair, the table nearly as high as his chest and when he bows his upper half disappears completely. 

“Your majesty,” he says as he re-emerges, “with your leave…” he looks towards the door. 

“Yes, of course, go about your business Rufus.” He starts backing away before the words are even fully out of my mouth, moving so quickly that I am shocked he does not trip. After the door closes we sit in silence, my mother with her eyes on me and me with my eyes on the far wall. 

“You look worried.” 

I snort. “Do I? Oh dear, I hope I don’t start to wrinkle.” 

She smiles, but I can tell she will not be so easily placated. “Edward?” 

“Mother.” 

She arches her brow, she has the incredible ability to look at you so thoroughly you feel your skin has been taken off and your insides entirely exposed. 

I sigh, running a hand through my hair as I rise and move towards the window. It is beautiful today—spring has come and the gardens are in full bloom. How I wish I was out hunting instead of caged up in here signing away my life. 

“The church will not be happy,” I say finally. 

“The church?” my mother responds after a brief pause, “Or Addison?”

“Is there a difference?” 

Another pause. I bring my finger up to the glass and begin to trace along the lines. My family’s crest has been meticulously woven through every inch of the palace, the windows no exception. 

“He agreed to the match,” my mother says finally. 

“Yes, but he will not be pleased that I signed it without him.” 

“No,” and I think I hear the slightest hint of amusement in her voice, “he will not.” 

In the last few years of his life, my father had a change of heart in terms of religion. Since before memory the people of Presado have prayed to the Solistic Church. A religion which believes the world was created by four gods who were masters of the elements. Ignis was always my favourite, the god of fire, who watched over battles and was considered the most clever of the four. I still pray to him, though my father’s laws forbid it. The laws that are now my own. 

The trouble really began with his last campaign in the North where a large clan of nomads have claimed territory. My father dreamed of being a conquerer King, dreamed of reclaiming the deserted northern territories from the barbarians. But this turned out to be far more difficult than he expected. 

He returned from the first campaign with only a third of his men, most of whom were injured. Things did not improve from there. After five years of loses and increased violence on the border—for the nomads had begun burning the keeps of the northern lords in retaliation—the nobles pushed back. We’re done, they declared, we will send you no more support, no more troops, no more gold. They were not willing to be wiped out for the sake of one man’s glory. Even if that man was the king. 

My father responded in the only way he knew how—with violence. Executions. Most heavily levied in the North, for they were the loudest denouncers of the war, being the ones closest to the fighting. There was peace with the nomads before, the would argue, can we not return to that? So, of course, my father hung their commanders, their sons, and, sometimes, the lords themselves. In truth, we were on the brink of a civil war when Addison appeared. No one is quite sure where he came from, there had been whispers for a few years about a counter religion but no one put much store in it. Then one day he was here, at my father’s side. He promised men and money, all he wanted in return was a reformation. My father agreed. After all, what had the old gods done for him?

“Edward?” 

I jump at the sound of my name, but I don’t turn around. My fingers still pressed to the glass in front of me, through the coloured panes I can just make out the green grass and manicured trees. 

“Mother.” 

I know the face she’s making even without looking at her. Calm, refined, but with worry in her eyes. And sadness. I sometimes wonder if he put that there, my father, if before him she was all light. I hope that now that he’s gone she will be again. 

“You cannot solve all the worlds problems in a single afternoon my son.” 

I nod as I hear her rise, feel her hand squeeze my shoulder as she passes by on her way to the door. 

“I’m not trying to solve the world’s problems,” I say as I hear it close, “just ours.” 

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5 - The Wedding I Didn’t Choose

Part 6

The Last Velaryon

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Holding the claps of my fur cloak tightly, Chezney and I were making our way to the horse stables before dawn had even struck the castle. The stars could still almost be visible if you looked in the right spot in the sky. I pushed open one of the horse stables doors brushing my fingers over the black mane of the light brown horse. "Are you sure that you should be riding out this late?" Chezney asked me standing behind me.

"It'll be fine, Chez. If anyone asks, just say I am asleep in my chambers." I told her, reaching for the horse reins about to lead him outside until a male voice called behind us.

"It's a little late to be going riding don't you think, my ladies."

Whipping my head around I slumped my shoulders not expecting anyone else to be out here. "Robb...what are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't sleep and decided a walk would help me clear my head. Would you two care to share what you are doing out here so late?" He questioned me while I let my eyes scan over his face. The auburn curls were brightened by the burning torches flames.

I clasped my hands together with the wind catching the fur cloak that I wore. I was wearing a simple blue gown and some brown boots. "I wanted to ride some horses before we leave in a few hours and I have to become Lady Lannister."

"Well you shouldn't be out here on your own, my ladies. I'll accompany you if you'd accept the offer." Robb offers with a shrugging of his shoulders.

Chezney raised a hand stepping up to the two of us. "I am actually not interested in riding. So you two can go together. I'll keep your whereabouts unknown."

"I'll watch out for her." Robb nodded, moving forward and unlocking the two stall doors leading out two horses one for each of us.

Chezney tugged me back by the arm whispering in my ear. "If you get the chance you should kiss him."

"I doubt that is going to happen, Chez." I told her back before she stepped away watching me climb up on my horse with Robb's assistance. He climbed on his horse afterwards and we rode off away from the castle and its lights. The darkness consumed us where I lifted my gaze up to the sky finding the only light was the stars at least until the sunset rose over the land.

Robb tugged on the reins of his horse and I pulled mine to a stop alongside his. He dismounted his horse coming over to me, holding his hands to help me down. "I figured we could spend some time out here before we rode the grounds more."

"That sounds fine with me." Jumping off my horse my boots crunched in the snow while I stared up at the red Godwood tree that he had shown me a few weeks ago. "The more and more I see this tree the more I fall in love with it. It will be a good spot to be married underneath one day."

Robb clicked his tongue standing beside me. "It will be if I can fall in love with the woman who I wed underneath it."

"Maybe you'll get lucky enough to have that chance. The males in this world get more power than women do. So don't take advantage of it if you find someone you truly love." I smiled up at him.

The young Stark boy turned to face me. He gently raised a hand to my face and for some reason I leaned into his palm like it was second nature and a comfort to me. "I'd marry you if I could, Haelesa."

"Oh really and what would we do if we were wed under this tree?" I questioned him with a curious look in my eyes.

Robb moved his freehand downward looping it with one of mine. "I would treat you as my equal. You would be able to roam the castle and grounds as much as you wish. We would be a team you and I."

"You sound like quite the charmer. Any girl that gets to be with you will be pretty lucky." I smiled up at the young wolf.

Robb closely watched me with such awe in his blue eyes. He hadn't been interested in many women especially since he was only surrounded by high born women who seemed almost all the same. That was what he thought until he was introduced to the lady before him now. The wind blew my hair into my face and I could hear the sound of a horse trotting over to us. "Robb, what the seven hells are you and the fair lady doing out here?"

"Forgive me father, I found Lady Haelesa eyeing the horses and offered to take her on a ride." Robb answered, stepping closer to me seeing his father's concern on his face.

Lord Stark nodded at his eldest son. "Well you should be heading back. The king and his family will be leaving today and Lady Velaryon probably needs to begin packing her things."

"I suppose you are right, Lord Stark. Please don't be angry that Robb and I went off with the horses so early." I apologized slightly, concerned that he would be upset yet he didn't appear to be feeling that way. Robb and I climbed on our horses eyeing the Lord of the North.

The Lord of Winterfell sent me a smile gesturing his head toward the castle in the distance. "It is no hassle to worry about. I hope you enjoyed your time here, my lady. Now we must go and get some sleep and you must prepare to leave in a few hours." The three of us rode back to the building and I felt disappointment at not being betrothed to someone like Robb rather than Jaime.

Months later - Kings Landing

I was sure how long we had been in this city but I had already grown bored and wished to leave it. I didn't remember much of what happened by the time the ceremony came around. Chezney followed behind me holding up the train of my dress. The gown that I was wearing was short sleeved and was covered with fancy lace that was paired with some short wedge shoes. Jaime was dressed in a leather red jacket and some dark red pants with his long golden locks neatly combed which was odd to me since he normally left it slightly messy.

Shifting my eyes up to Jaime, he was glancing behind me so I slowly turned my head seeing a much older man with white hair. He sternly watched us with almost no expression on his face. "It's my father. He came here to watch this. The day I become his heir again...."

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." The sept spoke softly. Jaime squeezed my hand before unlinking our hands so he could take off the red cloak with a golden lion banner on the back of it. Closing my eyes briefly, his hands placing it over the sigal of my house where I didn't open my eyes until the septon spoke up. Wrapping a white ribbon around our intertwined hands. "In the sight of the seven. I hereby seal these two souls. Binding them as one for eternity. Look upon each other and say the words."

Turning to directly face Jaime I caught sight of his green eyes pouring into mine. Biting my lip there was something about the way he looked at me now. The other day he was teasing me and we were sword fighting one another being so serious and closed off. Yet now his eyes held a more soft and almost comforting presence about them, it was a relief to see it even for a moment. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crown, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days."

The septon untied the ribbon allowing Jaime to cup my face in his hands and I felt myself lean into him a little. He leans down gently pressing his lips onto mine. My whole body stiffened at first until I let my shoulders drop rather enjoying it. Moving my hands up onto his shoulders he broke the kiss before it got too deep whispering as he rested his forehead against mine. "How did that feel, Haelesa?"

"Good." Was the best reply I could give him, still consumed in the kiss. The desire to keep kissing him again but at the same time I could feel some glaring their eyes into the back of my head which most likely was the queen.

The ceremony was short given that all the focus was on Sansa Stark and Jofferey Baratheon that was being planned in the months to come. Stabbing some pieces of meat with my fork I attempted to eat some knowing that in a few minutes I most likely wouldn't have time. For I would be bedding my husband with multiple people watching me or so that is what my father had briefly explained to me. The castle handmaidens helped when I had bled for the first time since he was uncomfortable with the whole matter. "You need to not act so nervous, Lady Velaryon."

"Don't you mean Lannister?" I turned my head at Jaime who was seated beside me. He was leaning back in his chair acting like he had a care in the world. "And you've been able to sleep with a bunch of girls before me. You didn't have to keep your virginity for your whole life until this night."

The elder lion son glanced in my direction. "You are a Lannister now, yes. But don't you worry about the next ceremony. I already have Tyrion taking care of it."

"Taking care of it, how exactly?" I raised a brow at him.

"Don't say a word if you don't want the bedding to take place." Jaime didn't waste time and gently tugged me up by the forearm while everyone in the room was focused on other things. He whispered the sentence in my ear before we rounded the corner and made it to the end of the hallway seeing a dwarf standing outside our door.

Keeping my arm in Jaime's grasp I tilted my head to the side eyeing the shorter man in front of me. "And Tyrion is who to you exactly?"

"I'm his younger brother, my lady. May I ask how you have not heard of me. Surely your house made you learn the family history." Tyrion made a confused face at me with the torch light brightening his blonde curls.

Drawing my arm out from his brother's grasp I shake my head hoping to not offend the shorter man. "Tyrion, my father was always busy so I was forced to teach myself. But if you're worried about me judging you like the others around you I shall do nothing of the sort. I make my own decisions about someone I assure you."

"I feel I will like you as my sister, Lady Haelesa. Now you two need to get out of here before they notice you are gone and use this for the morning chatter." The dwarf smiled, drawing a small knife from inside his tunic shirt handing it to his older brother.

Wrapping my arms around myself I wished that I had my sword attached to my hip now instead of being in a ridiculous dress. Yet Tywin needed an heir so neither would be stupid enough to kill me. That much was certain. "Do you plan to stab someone with that knife if they come looking for us?"

"Seven hells no. I will prick you in the foot to bleed." Jaime answered my question immediately.

Tyrion clasped his hands together in front of his chest quickly walking away from us before our presence was noted as missing. "They will think that you have consummated the marriage for a time. It gives you time to learn about my brother before he puts a baby in your belly to keep our father happy. Goodnight Haelesa, I hope to get to know you more now that we are family." Jaime held open the door and I ducked underneath his arm before we quickly disappeared on the other side going through with the younger lion's plan to trick the maids in the morning to come.

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Scarlet Lady: The Mime

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“So, there's only a little I know for sure, like Chat's feather allergy,” Marinette said, listening to Pollen's humming as they took care of their plants (feeling happy she had managed to pick that toy watering can and make it so Pollen could use it). “I can't be certain he's blonde with green eyes. I know Scarlet Lady is obsessed with her hair though.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I can tick off anyone who's been Akumatized for both–”

BAM!

“Hey, who you talking to?!”

“WAH!”

She had been so concentrated on her conversation that she hadn't heard Alya coming up the stairs – and now she had to come up with an excuse. At least, she knew that Pollen had managed to hide away in time.

She looked around, and saw her salvation.

“Uh, to Jacques!” she replied, pointing at the pigeon that was standing near the trapdoor. “Say hi Jacques!”

“Huh?”

… was the pigeon preening?

Talk about luck.

Now, time to talk about this surprise.

“I thought you'd come with Mylène for your dresses–”

“Nevermind that, look at this!” Alya interrupted, pulling her cellphone out of the pocket and starting a video.

It was the family they helped a couple of days before, after the mother ended up getting Akumatized because of problems with at work.

“Thank you, Marigold, Chat Noir,” she heard the mother say as her past self shook both her and her husband's hands.

“It's what we do!” she heard herself reply. Then the video switched to... Scarlet Lady.

“Scarlet Lady, a word, please!” one of the journalists asked, and she took note of Scarlet's face.

“Ew, you work for that cheap magazine, get away from me!” Scarlet replied. Par for the course.

But Alya was expecting an answer... and she didn't know what to say.

“O-oh, cool video, Alya,” she awkwardly replied, and Alya rolled her eyes.

“Ughhh, you don't get it!”

“No, I sure don't.” What was she missing here?

“Girl, this is important evidence for my Scarlet Lady exposé!” Alya proclaimed. “The real heroes helping civilians while Scarlet Lady barks at people?!”

Yeah, par for the course. But something was wrong.

“I thought you were exposing Hawkmoth,” she pointed out with a smirk.

“Hey, I can multitask!” Alya replied. “Don't forget, I run the Ladyblog, the school blog, your fashion blog, the blog about Markov–!”

She snapped her fingers, as if she had just remembered something.

“Wait right there, I gotta make a post real quick!”

Marinette wondered if they should have an intervention with Alya. Pollen came out from behind her.

“Well, I guess this video's important to her,” she said, as Pollen looked with curiosity.

“May I see, My Queen?”

“Sure–” she said as she moved to restart the video – but then the wind blew too hard, throwing her hair over her eyes and a few leaves as well.

“UGH!”

“PLEH!”

She had touched the phone with her eyes closed, but maybe –

“Video deleted.”

She looked down at the cellphone in horror. This couldn't get–

“Marinette! Your guests are here!”

Correction, this could get worse.

As she put the cellphone on the table, and looked into the horizon, she drew a conclusion.

“WELP, I'M DEAD.”

She... she had to go down. Face her doom.

…

Or maybe she could fix it...

----

She picked up the hat she had been working on, and turned to M. Haprèle, who had come with his daughter.

“What's the show called, M. Haprèle?” she asked, curious.

“It's–” the teacher started, but Mylène interrupted, eager to share.

“The Extraordinary Adventures of the Mime! Headlining the most talented actor and mime, my Dad!”

“Wow!” she replied. It really sounded impressive! She remembered the object in her hands and handed it over. “Here's your hat, M. Haprèle! I fixed the tear and added the pocket you asked for.”

“Merci, Marinette! I owe you one,” the man said, picking a photo of Mylène from his pocket and sliding it into the hat. “Thanks to you, I'll always have my lucky charm on me.”

“Aw, papa~” Mylène cooed, but the moment was interrupted by M. Haprèle's cellphone.

“Hello–?”

“WHERE ARE YOU?”

Wow, those were some lungs.

“Picking up my hat, I'm leaving right –”

“I NEED YOU HERE!”

“Y-Yes, Ma'am!”

----

Sarah hung up, huffing.

“So, what's the excuse this time?” she heard Chris ask from behind.

“Apparently, picking up his hat. Fred's an amazing actor, but he always has excuses for–”

“Being late? Sleeping in rehearsal? Missing parts of his costume?” Chris fired.

She sighed.

“Look, just be ready to take his place if he's a no-show, okay?” she said, and Chris nodded.

“Heheheh!”

She rolled her eyes in irritation.

“I can hear you, Chris,” she growled.

----

She was finally putting the last touches on Mylène's dress when Alya came up to them.

“Ah, I gotta go. I promised my mom I'd do some chores before the show,” she explained.

“Ah, wait!” Marinette said, rushing forward. “You, uh, didn't close your bag properly, silly!”

“Ah, whoops!” Alya replied, picking the other back she'd brought and zipping it up. “Thanks, M!”

“See ya tonight!” she sent back, and as soon as Alya was out, she pulled the phone from behind her back.

“Phew,” she whistled, happy that she'd have the chance to fix things.

Wait, wasn't she forgetting something?

“Marineeeeette.”

Oh, right.

Mylène.

Why couldn't things go right for once?

“You can't steal people's phones–” Mylène said, but she broke down.

“I know, I know that! But if I can't recover that video, Alya's gonna kill me!”

“She's not–” Mylène attempted to interrupt, but Marinette was on her catastrophe spiral and there was no way to stop her now.

“And then she won't be my friend anymore, and then the rest of you won't be my friend because no one was my friend before Alya came and drove Chloé away–”

Mylène felt shocked. In all her time as Marinette's classmate, she'd never realized how badly the girl had taken everything. Chloé had always been there as a looming presence, because for some reason she hated Marinette... and now she feared that she would lose them.

There was so much they had to do to make it up to her!

“And then I'll have to move to China to live with my great uncle to make friends who don't know what a loser I am–”

“Marinette!” She had to interrupt this nonsense! So she grabbed her hands off her face and smiled at her. “Let's ask Alix if Max taught her how to recover videos, before we start leaving the country.”

----

The Eiffel Tower was finally in sight (not that that meant much) when his phone rang again. Figuring it would be Sarah trying to make him come faster, he picked up.

“Hey, Sarah, I'm almost–”

“Actually it's Chris. The meeting spot changed to in front of the Louvre Pyramid.”

That was strange. Why such a sudden change?

“I mean, I'm almost at the Eiffel Tower, to be honest, I could just meet you–”

“Nope, no, gotta be the Louvre, see you soon!” Chris rushed, and hung up.

That was certainly strange. But, well, Chris was there, so it was probably right.

----

“Hey babes, did I leave my phone at your place?” Alya asked. “I can't find it anywhere.”

“O-Oh, yeah, it's right here on the kitchen counter, look at that!” Marinette answered.

She sighed, thankful.

“Cool, can you bring it to the show tonight?” she requested... and then she heard something weird. “Kinda sounds like you're on a bus.”

“Sure, no problem, see you later, byeeee!”

And Marinette hung up.

That was strange.

If she was in bus, why was she saying the phone was on the counter?

----

Sarah groaned as she watched the clock and no sign of her star actor.

“We can't wait anymore. Chris, you're up and Fred is out,” she told the understudy, who jumped off the bus where he had been relaxing.

“You can count on me!” Chris replied as he prepared. Sarah would have preferred Fred, because he was very good at what he did, but–

RING!

As she checked her cellphone, she realized she had spoken of the devil, for he was calling.

“Sarah? Where are you?”

“We left because you were late again!”

“Huh? But I'm at the new meeting spot!” Fred asked, confused. But Sarah wasn't going to cut him any slack.

“What new meeting spot?! I'm sick of your flakiness! Just–!” Sarah took a deep breath before she'd say something she'd regret. “Look, Chris is playing tonight, okay?! At least he's reliable!”

And she hung up before Fred could reply.

----

“Hmm, today's going to be a good day, I can tell,” Hawkmoth said as he released his Akuma.

This one seemed to be powerful.

----

As they reached the Louvre, Marinette was finally starting to calm down from her previous spiral, and Mylène was suggesting alternatives in case they couldn't find Alix or she just didn't have the skills they needed.

“We can also try a computer store–”

“Wait, what is that?!” Marinette suddenly said, pointing at a mime nearby – one that resembled M. Haprèle too much...

… and who was looking at the screens hanging from the outside of the Louvre, now showing the show that M. Haprèle should be in right now. And who made a motion as if cutting the air with a knife, and even though he carried nothing, Marinette actually heard the SHINK!

And then, all the screens shut off as multiple deep cuts crisscrossed it, and the pieces dropped to the ground, causing a great racket.

“AH!” a man shouted, shocked by the disaster.

Mylène was of another mind, though, for she had recognized the Akuma.

“PAPA?!”

It made her feel bad for having to ditch her friend but... if she wanted to stop this Akuma fast, it was the only option.

----

As the car made its way home, Adrien looked out of the window, completely disinterested in the stuff Nathalie was saying.

“Your father won't be joining you, Adrien,” she said, and he rolled his eyes.

“To the surprise of no one,” he added, sarcastically, before the Gorilla jumped and stepped on the brake with a screech.

“Hurry! Run to safety! I'll cover you!”

Marigold? He quickly rolled down the window on his side, and saw her there, windmilling her spinning top to act as a shield against what seemed to be the latest Akuma. He grinned: she was a great hero, indeed!

But then they crossed their gaze, and as he looked into her blue eyes, he remembered that thing.

That there was a high chance that this was Marinette.

----

They crossed their gaze, and as she looked into his green eyes, she remembered that thing.

That there was a high chance that this was Chat Noir.

----

So, as Marigold leaned down, so close that they could have kissed if they were just a bit closer, top rope still winding around, they shared an electrifying greeting.

“Hey~♥”

----

Mylène quickly approached the Akuma, worried, as he kept 'shooting rocks' with a 'slingshot' at cars passing by. She had to do something! Make him... stop being an Akuma.

“Papa, stop!” she cried out, catching the Akuma's attention. “Talk to me! What happened?!”

The Akuma turned to her... and smiled. He reached out with a hand and gently patted her in the head, but said nothing. Either he was committed to being a mime, or he just couldn't (the same way she had been unable to speak).

“Ah–!”

While it was nice to know that her father was still in there, it wasn't enough – she needed Chat Noir and Marigold!

----

“Starting the party without me, Honey Bee?”

Marigold turned and smiled at her partner. He must have been nearby, it hadn't taken him much longer than her to reach the place.

Then again, Adrien had been just there a minute ago or so...

“Hardly!” she replied.

“Let's see what he's got!” Chat Noir declared, and charged at the Akuma... only to be WHACK!ed in the face by something invisible as the Akuma waved a hand. “OW–!”

Marigold grimaced.

“Yeah, you won't be 'seeing' much of anything.”

----

Since the Akuma wasn't causing too much damage (and little to none to people), the two retreated to plan something out, since now they had to find a way to counter his ability to 'use' any tool or weapon out of thin air. However, with only the two of them, it would probably not be enough.

“Marigold, Chat Noir! Please, save my dad!”

“Mylène!” Chat Noir said as their classmate found them. Mylène quickly began to explain what she thought.

“When he left, his producer was upset, so something must've happened with his acting troupe, 'cuz he was otherwise happy.”

“Of course we'll save your dad, Mylène!” Marigold said, having had an idea of what to do.

“That's kind of our whole deal,” Chat Noir followed, knowing that his partner had come up with a plan.

“Now,” Marigold said, pointing with her right hand, “go hide in that alley and don't move for at least 10 minutes.”

Mylène blinked.

“O... kay?”

----

As soon as Mylène did as bid (even if she was quite confused as to why), Chat Noir pulled Marigold close to him, while she put an arm over his shoulders.

“Let's talk strategy, ma belle,” he said, putting his baton in vertical position.

Marigold let out a snort.

“Sure,” she replied, and Chat Noir extended his baton, going so far up that they were over the nearby buildings, with a good sighting of enough of the city, including the Champ de Mars and its iconic tower at one end of it.

“Our silent friend isn't very noticeable city wide,” Chat Noir began, as he held onto the baton with a hand and his feet, while Marigold hugged him to avoid falling, “so I don't bet on Scar showing up without a show.”

“Luckily, we can get all the help we need,” Marigold continued. “And it's clear Mylène adores her dad, so I'll get her some 'jewelry' while you protect the troupe bus... there!”

At the Eiffel Tower. Of course.

And Chat Noir grinned.

“Sounds like a plan!” he exclaimed, and began to lean with his baton in that direction – forgetting he was carrying a passenger.

“Wait, Chat, DON'T–!”

One that wasn't happy about him forgetting that.

----

Getting to Master Fu's parlor and back was easy, particularly with all the parkour she had learned to do in the course of the past months, and within ten minutes she was in the alley she had sent Mylène into.

“Oh good, you're still here,” she said as she used her top to descend from the roof.

“Marigold!” Mylène exclaimed, shocked at the unexpected appearance of the heroine.

“Mylène, do you want to help us save your dad?”

Mylène looked down for a moment.

“... Akumas have always scared me, ever since the beginning, but...” she looked up, and now Marigold saw that there was a fire in her eyes that hadn't been there before. “My Dad is more important than being scared!”

Marigold smiled.

“I knew you were brave, Mylène Haprèle,” she replied, pulling out the reason for her visit to Master Fu. “Which is why I'm giving you the Dog Miraculous of Adoration, which you will use for the greater good!”

Mylène's jaw dropped in shock, and as she shook her head she gingerly picked the jewelry box up and opened it.

“Woohoo, new holder!” the Dog Kwami cheered as she came out and looked upon Mylène. “Hi, I'm Barkk! This'll be so much fun!”

“Wah!” Mylène shouted, shocked once more.

“Whoa, hey, no 'fraidy cats here!” Barkk encouraged her, flying closer. “We're strong guard dogs that protect the pack!”

Mylène clenched her fists. The Kwami was right, this wasn't the time to be afraid!

“R–Right.”

“It'll be okay 'cuz I'll be with you the whole time!” Barkk continued, as she put on the collar that came in the box. “Now let's play ball!”

“Barkk, ON THE HUNT!”

----

The Mime was quite the good fighter even though he didn't have a weapon – or, rather, maybe it was because he didn't have a weapon: since the Akuma didn't have to deal with the weight, he could move faster, which was always a factor in a fight.

“Hngh! HAH!” he growled as he deflected several attacks made with what appeared to be an invisible sword.

“Back up is here, Chat Noir!” he heard a voice, and as he risked a look behind, she saw a short, blond girl with two large ponytails, a mask and nose with a distinctive pattern, and colors that made him think of her like a cute pet.

“Ah~! And you are...?”

“Call me Ultimutt!” the girl declared, smiling.

“Where's Marigold?” he asked, as he deflected yet another attack.

“Trying to stop the bus.”

----

“Sooo, M. Haprèle is targeting you, but we got this,” the heroine explained, and Sarah looked shocked.

“THAT'S FRED?!”

Chris looked outside, feeling a spark of shame: he knew too well what had caused this – just as the Akuma attacking the bus got smacked precisely against the window he was looking out of, and he got to see the evidence first-hand.

“Fred...?”

----

Outside the bus, Ultimutt had grabbed her Akumatized father's hand to keep him from falling off the bus. But then, he tried to attack her with something that sounded pointy, given the sound it made when it hit the bus metallic structure.

“AH!”

And, in the shock, she let go of the Akuma's hand, and he slipped off, hitting the ground and rolling around like a ragdoll.

“Sorry Papa,” she whispered.

But the Akuma recovered quickly and used his 'slingshot' again, hitting the bus on the side and causing it to careen out of control.

“Ahh!” the people in the bus yelled. Fortunately, Detective Chat Noir was on the case, and he quickly solved it by jumping to the front of the bus and extending his baton until it was large enough to get caught between two lamp posts, helping the bus driver to stop the vehicle.

Ultimutt quickly joined Chat Noir, as the Akuma began to swing something that, going by the move he was making, was probably some kind of large hammer.

“Here he comes!” Chat Noir warned, hoping Marigold would get everyone out of the bus quickly.

“I have an idea!” Ultimutt supplied. “A pretty out there one.”

Even though he had still been Akumatized, this was still her Papa – he had petted her earlier, after all! – and she knew him very well. Enough, that she knew there was one thing he'd be unable to resist.

She stepped in front of him and mimed a whistle while stopping him with the other hand.

The Akuma was shocked.

“Mime Off!” she challenged. She stepped back, and acted as if she was leaning on a counter and yawning, waiting for the shopping assistant to ring her up.

The Akuma smiled and answered by dribbling with a 'basketball' as Ultimutt swung a 'bat'.

Then Ultimutt winded up a 'baseball' and 'tossed' it at the Akuma–

“Oops!” she 'apologized' – she had 'accidentally' picked her ball weapon and had hit the Akuma's hat in the process!

With the Akuma aware that he'd been tricked, he went back into fighting, and Marigold was now the one facing him, in order to get the time they needed to finish the job.

“That does it for the set dressing,” Chat Noir said, as Ultimutt held her ball.

“Now we just need our prima donna for the curtain call.”

Chat Noir gave a dark grin as he summoned energy into his hand.

“Oh, I know how to get her attention.”

----

Lying under the sun, with a nice cup of refreshing juice in hand, and not a care in the world, was one of the best things in the world, and of course, given the nice weather today, she was indulging into it.

She thought she heard that mangy cat yowl something stupid, but it was probably just her mind.

Then she heard metal shrieking, and she turned to see that the Eiffel Tower was starting to slide off and falling.

“Ugh, this again? TIKKIIIII!”

----

Just as Scar landed, he knew the pain in the ass was angry about something. Did they just interrupt her busy schedule of doing nothing at all?

“What are you losers doing?! You ruined my relaxation time!” she shrieked, confirming his suspicions.

“Nice to see you too Scar. That's your cue, Ultimutt!” he shouted, and the new partner extended her hand.

“Fetch!”

And the Akuma's hat appeared on her hand without a warning.

And just as the Akuma realized it, there was Marigold with her stinger ready to hit.

“Venom.”

----

Somehow, Alya had managed to reach the Tower by the time the fight ended, and as Fred Haprèle recovered from his foray into Akumatization, she already had her camera filming everything.

“W–Where am I?” M. Haprèle asked, confused, as the ladybugs restored the statu quo.

“WOW, a new hero!” Alya exclaimed as she filmed Ultimutt giving M. Haprèle his hat back.

“It's okay now,” she gently said, ignoring Alya... well... hounding her.

“Do you two mind being interviewed for the Ladyblog?” she asked.

“FRED!”

M. Haprèle stood up as Chris arrived, clearly distressed and apologetic as he scratched the back of his head.

“This was all my fault,” he said. “I wanted to perform so badly that I lied about the meeting change. I'm so sorry.”

M. Haprèle didn't say anything – he just grasped Chris's hand, telling him it was all alright.

“Wow... what a forgiving guy!” Alya exclaimed, while Ultimutt smiled.

This was her Papa, alright!

----

As he took her hand for a dance turn, Chat Noir winked at her.

“You know, we could go to the show tonight, together.”

“O–ho? Are you saying you have tickets already, Chaton?” Marigold flirtatiously said, as his face turned into a shocked one. “If you're trying to figure out what I think you're trying to figure out... then I'm going to try to figure it out too. If you think you can.”

Chat Noir drew her closer, and gave her his best challenging smile.

“Then the race is on.”

----

Ultimutt came back to them so they could share their usual “Bien Joué!” fistbump, and as they did, Scarlet chose to ruin the mood.

“Where'd you get the poodle?”

“The same place I get every hero to pick up your slack,” she fired back. “From the distant land of None-Ya Business.”

----

Mylène ended her transformation, and Barkk popped out from the collar, just as she put it back into the box.

“Yay, that was fun!” the Kwami cheered up, while Mylène gave the box to Marigold. “Mylène is such a good dog!”

The girl picked up the Kwami and pulled her closer, so they could smoosh their faces against each other.

“Aw, you're a good dog!”

“No, you!”

“No, you!”

Marigold giggled at the sight.

“I don't know about being a good dog, but being a good actress certainly gave her a good sense of timing.”

Mylène looked at her in confusion.

“How'd you know I'm an actress?”

…

“WHOOP, THAT'S MY TIMER, TIME TO GO BARKK!” she quickly said, before she ended up messing up even more.

----

Mylène was all done telling them everything that happened with the heroes, when she was struck by an idea.

“Hey, we should go to the water park with the girls!” she suggested, and Marinette nodded.

“Sure!”

“Hey, Adrien!” Alya exclaimed, and Marinette turned to look at him. He was wearing a sleeveless green shirt that fit him quite nicely, along with jeans and a pendant that looked like a plane.

“Hey! I didn't know you were coming!” he greeted back, looking at them... and resting his eyes on her a bit more? “You all look great!”

“... you too,” she answered. However, while it was true he did look good, she had something else in mind.

Was this yet another clue that her friend was her Chat Noir?

Sadly, as she looked over at him, she didn't notice someone else was looking over at her – and with some very different ideas in mind...

----

The show was as good as expected, and they all had great fun with it, as they acknowledged as they left the scenario. As the group began to split to return to their homes, Alya remembered one thing.

“Oh, right, did you bring my phone–”

“I'm so sorry!” Marinette exclaimed, bowing. “I accidentally deleted your video and swiped your phone to save it but then the Akuma happened!”

Alya blinked a bit as she tried to decipher Marinette's motor-mouthed explanation, but then she realized what had happened.

“... girl, all my videos are automatically uploaded to my cloud, you didn't delete anything.”

“Huh?!” Marinette mumbled, shocked, and Alya shook her head at her friend once more doing her catastrophe spiraling. “Sooo, you're not mad?”

“I'm only upset you didn't tell me sooner and let yourself get sick with worry over nothing,” she replied, fondly exasperated with her best friend.

“Phew,” Marinette sighed. “Guess that means you don't need your surprise.”

“SURPRISE?!”

----

Marinette told her to wait for a while at the entrance hall of the theater while she made a call, and Alya was shaking as she pondered what her friend was planning. What kind of surprise had she intended to use to compensate her?

“Hello, Alya.”

She looked up, and saw a familiar figure walking down the large stairs in front of her.

“I believe I promised you an interview,” Marigold continued, smiling.

“No freaking way, for real?!” Alya exclaimed. If her bestie were here, she would have hugged the daylights out of her. “Marinette is the actual best! This is the best day ever!”

Jumping in excitement, she moved to the couches nearby and sat in one, and waited for Marigold to sit in the other one before she began her interview, cellphone in hand already filming everything.

“Okay, so, let's start with the new look! It came with a new power?”

“That's right,” Marigold answered. “I can't cleanse Akumas, but what it can do–”

----

Gorizilla

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That's 209,906 words formed by 1132344 characters in 525 pages!

@zoe-oneesama Your story may be about to end, but this one's still got some time before it finishes as well! Hope you liked my writing as much as I liked your writing AND drawing AND designing!

We're a few chapters from the end of the story!

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: I didn't re-read once again out of fear I'd hate it, so hopefully this chapter doesn't suck. There is game plot and dialog that I changed here and there. Enjoy!

TW: Violence, mutant bug thing, zombies, language, sort of terrible flirting?, typical Resident Evil things, ect. I don't know, I suck at tags. Sorry if I traumatize anyone. NO MINORS!

Chapter 4:

-September 28th, 1998-

You and Jill were halfway to the surface when a sudden sound filled the air. 

"Jill, Y/n, it's me again. You two topside yet?" Carlos called through the radio.

"Working on it. So what's the plan?" Jill answered, holding the radio in front of her.

"The old tank's got me clearing the tracks. You two mind getting the subway infrastructure back online?" Carlos asked.

"And how do we do that?" Jill asked.

"Let's start by restoring power. I'll navigate you to the substation once you hit the main road."

"Copy that. Let's do this fast." Jill finished, shutting off the radio.

"So, you gonna join the other survivors when the train starts working again?" Jill questioned you, wanting to start a conversation.

You shrugged, "I don't know. I still need to get to the police station." 

"Why? What's at the police station?" 

"Hopefully, Ben. Alive. My guess is that Irons didn't let anyone leave their cells when all this started." 

"I wouldn't put it past him. Were you and Ben, you know, close?" She looked at you with a suggestive look, implying something in her last question.

You snorted, "Me and Ben? Yeah right. He's not my type. Plus, he was dating my friend, Katherine."

"Mmhmm, and what's your type then? Strong and broody? Someone with a goofy side? I know a guy." She joked.

"Are you trying to set me up?" You laughed.

"Well, I kinda owe you one. You have done me more than one favor in the last couple of hours I've known you." You laughed louder. "C'mon, what's your type? Now I'm curious." Jill pressed. You debated in your mind.

You've never really told anyone this before. Well, anyone besides Katherine and Ben. Questions about your sexuality never came up that often in your life.

"Not men." You bluntly responded. Jill nodded in understanding.

"Ah, only have eyes for the fairer sex. I respect that. Am I your type?" Jill asked, the teasing tone bringing a small grin to your face.

You honestly didn't know what your type was. You were never interested in dating in high school. You were too much of an introvert. And you haven't really met anyone that caught your eye or shared similar interests. You just knew that men didn't do it for you.

"Gorgeous. Badass, with a caring side from what I've seen… Yeah, you kinda are." You said, a teasing smile on your face.

"Sweet. So if you save my ass again we can go on a date." She joked.

"You gonna buy me dinner? I'd kill for an extra cheesy supreme pizza right now. And a shower. And a nap."

"We'll have a sleepover. Do you like movies?"

"Love them."

"We'll shower, sleep, then eat pizza and watch movies."

"Sounds like a dream. It's a date." You laughed, Jill joining you.

"Can't wait." 

You made it to the top of the station and gathered supplies. Herbs and ammo. According to Jill, these herbs have healing properties. You had no idea. If you had, you would have been grabbing them sooner.

You two make it to the entrance you used to duck under the half closed shudder to get to the outside. As you did, you noticed there were still people running away. One man, panting in fear, quickly ducked under the shudder you had come from where survivors were beckoned with yellow paint.

"More survivors. We gotta get that train moving." Jill said. As she did, I noticed how many more people have been infected and how much more the fire has spread. This whole city was a horror show. No corner you turned was left unaffected by the last week. By the last few hours specifically. You two carefully maneuvered through the streets, careful of zombies and being extra careful as to not shoot any survivors. 

Once you two reached another blocked off area, Jill took out the radio to contact Carlos.

"Carlos, we've reached the main avenue. Which way do we go?" Jill questioned him on the radio. You had your pistol out and kept your eyes peeled, ready to shoot anything that might try to snap its teeth at you or Jill.

"See a big transmission tower? That's the substation. You'll have to circle around through an alley to your right to get there."

"You mean the alley that's on fire?" Jill deadpanned when she saw the flames. You snorted at her tone.

"Maybe? Surely a tall drink of water like yourself can put out a few flames." Carlos' joking voice said through the speaker.

"Fuck you." Jill sighed as she shut the radio off. Clearly she wasn't in the mood for his flirty jokes. 

"Alright, let's see if we can get this fire out. Hopefully it won't be too much of a hassle." You said. And, as if the universe just loved to torment you, you had to get a tool to get the fire hydrant to work.

"This is gonna be a hassle." Jill sighed. 

"Yeah." You huffed. 

You both walked out of the alley, barely making it fully onto the street again when you saw zombies just full on knocking down and picking up the fences blocking them from getting to the two of you.

"You have got to be kidding me." Jill said as the horde walked closer.

"Those are some weak ass fences. No wonder this outbreak spreaded so fast." You said. You raised your gun, prepared to shoot at any moment.

"Wait, back up with me." Jill said.

You didn't bother questioning her, backing up, away from the zombies walking toward you.

Jill quickly took aim and waited until all the zombies were in one spot, before shooting a red barrel sat next to a crashed car. The barrel exploded, sending debris and zombies flying through the air. You block your face and squint from the heat of the blast. When it faded, you saw all the zombies were dead.

"Huh. How'd you know it would explode?" You asked.

"It's red. Red means flammable."

"Why would someone just leave flammable barrels around?"

"Why would someone create a virus to turn people into monsters? The world is full of questionable people." Jill shrugged.

"More like fucking idiots." You sighed. You were tired. You haven't been able to sleep more than a few minutes since a week ago. You were running on pure adrenaline at this point.

"Well, I guess the bright side is that we have access to a whole new street. We can look for a hose for the fire hydrant." Jill said, gesturing to the somewhat clear street corner, bright neon signs lighting up the area.

"Sure. I suppose. I'm getting tired of all these sidequests." You said. You both began your trek through the brightly lit street.

"Me too." Jill agreed. 

A while later, you both had successfully found a fire hose. Only having to avoid a few zombies in the process. You made it back to the flame filled alley, fire hose in your arms.

"Here, you can do the honors." You said, handing Jill the heavy fire hose.

She huffed from the sudden weight, "Thanks so much. You really shouldn't have." 

"What are friends for?" You joked.

Jill set up the hose and began spraying water onto the flames. It takes a few seconds for the flames to finally go out.

"There." Jill sighs, putting the hose down that was no longer needed.

"See. It would have taken me far longer if I had done it." You said, nudging her arm playfully.

"Mmhmm. Let's go lazy bones." Jill said. You both start forward once more.

"In my defense, I haven't slept in a while. It's honestly a miracle I've made it this far." 

"No, you have some natural survival skills in you. I've seen you shoot that gun. You only miss a couple of times." Jill teased.

"Hey, I do pretty good for someone who had absolutely no experience with guns, thank you very much. And why do you think I try to avoid shooting?"

"Is that why you haven't used your shotgun? You don't know how to?" She asked, pausing in her step in the alley, standing near a building.

"Honestly, yeah. I found it and figured I'd take it in case I lost my handgun or ammo for it. I probably would have figured it out through trial and error." 

"And get yourself killed in the process. Let's stop real quick and I'll show you how to use it."

Jill quickly went through the step by step process of shotgun 101. It's pretty much similar to the handgun. Just have to watch out for more recoil. But it was nice to understand how it worked and how to reload.

You both walked through the back entrance of a repair shop. You immediately saw bolt cutters, shining in a spotlight on a wall.

"Looks like those could be useful." You said.

"Yeah, can you carry them in your backpack?" Jill asked.

"Oh, now I gotta carry everything?" She smirked, nodding. "You need to get your own backpack." You said, grabbing the bolt cutters and slipping them into your backpack.

"Why should I when I have you and your never ending abyss of a backpack. How much stuff can you carry in there anyways? It's not that big of a bag."

"A lot if I put my mind to it. Speaking of where we are putting things. How are you carrying so much stuff?"

She shrugged. "Skills. Now, use the bolt cutters on that yellow chain on the door." She demanded, pointing to the door.

"Alright, bossy. Is this pay back for the fire hose incident?"

"Maybe."

You used the bolt cutters on the chain, causing them to break and unlock the door. You and Jill entered the room, noticing an injured man panting against a car. It's a car repair shop.

You and Jill quickly rushed forward to check on the man. "You're U.B.C.S?" Jill asked, kneeling down to check his wounds. You took your bag off your shoulders and knelt down with her, looking for your med kit.

"Y-yeah. Careful, careful." The young man gasped as Jill touched a painful wound. A bite.

You and Jill shared a glance after looking at the man. "C'mon. Don't look at me like that, alright? I'm not infected." The man said.

"Okay, we'll take care of-" Jill starts.

"No no no, wait! Please!" The man's cut off by a gunshot to the head, killing him instantly.

You and Jill gasped, turning to see the man with graying hair behind you who held the gun. Blood was splattered on your face.

"What the fuck!" Jill exclaimed, standing up in anger. You follow suit, attempting to wipe the blood from your cheeks. Luckily it didn't get in your eyes or mouth.

"He was infected." The Russian man said casually.

"He might have been infected!" Jill shouted.

The man scoffed. "Are all S.T.A.R.S this soft? No wonder so many of you are dead." He said, beginning to walk off.

"And what are you? U.B.C.S? Killing your own people?" 

He huffed and turned to face her from the stairs. "He would have turned. Where is your sense of self-preservation?"

She said nothing and glared. You walked up to stand by her, ready to help fight the man if she needed you to.

He tsked and began walking up the stairs again. "Go back to the subway station. We don't need a bleeding heart like you getting in the way." He shuts the door behind him.

You rubbed Jill's arm in comfort before turning to look at the man. You saw a book sticking out of his pocket and picked it up in case it had information, skimming through it.

It was a training log. The man's name was Murphy. He was apparently in prison for murdering twenty gang members and Umbrella had let him out to work for them. He seemed to have had a motev for the murders as his brother was killed by a gang member. Not that you really approve murder. You just understand why someone would do so when blinded by grief. 

"Find something?" Jill asked you.

"Uh, that guy that just left, his name may be Nicholai. That's just a guess though. But the way Murphy over here described Nicholai using him as a shield during training just screamed it's self-preservation dude." You said.

"Yeah, you may be right." She glanced at the dead man, saddened by another loss. "Let's get out of here. There isn't anything else here that we need." 

You nodded and you two made your way up the stairs and out of the shop. You tried not to look at the body of the man as you left. As sad as it sounded, you've been trying to stay disconnected with your empathetic side since this all started. It's hard to go through the city knowing that all the dead and undead were once people like you. People who had feelings and family. People who you and Ben tried and failed to help.

You made it to a dark alley and looked ahead, seeing dogs and a crashed police car with the lights still flashing. Oh yeah, animals get infected too.

You and Jill did your best to avoid getting bit by the dogs, stunning them and shooting them to put them out of their misery.

Finally, you make it to the entrance of the transmission tower. The door was locked. Figures.

"Great." You sighed.

"Maybe that guy has something that can help." Jill motioned to the man slumped to the ground with a box in his hands.

"Let's check." You walked over and carefully grabbed the box from the dead man's hands. You screeched and jumped away when a bunch of bugs came exploding and crawling out of the man's stomach, guts exposed.

"Oh my god." Jill gasped.

You shivered and gagged. You hate bugs. Hate hate hate!

"Here you open it." You shoved the box in Jill's hands, not wanting to chance it. There could be more bugs in there.

She carefully opened the box, finding a lock pick.

"Nice. You know how to use it?" You asked her.

"Yeah. You?" She asked, you shook your head.

"I'm more of a climb through the window type person." You said. 

She raised a brow at you. Oh yeah, she was a cop. Maybe you shouldn't talk about how you've broken the law during your time as Ben's assistant. "I've locked myself out of my apartment more times than I care to admit. Crowbars were my best friend in those scenarios. Had one left on the ledge."

Not entirely a lie there. You have had to lodge a crowbar through your apartment window after you've locked yourself out. And you hadn't wanted to call a locksmith, thinking you could "do it yourself" for free. You almost had the cops called on you by your neighbor before they realized it was you being an idiot.

"That's not safe. Someone else could have broken in." Jill scolded. You shrugged. "Nevermind. Let's just get this over with." She walked over to the gate lock and began picking it.

"Where did you learn to pick locks?" You asked as you watched her work.

"My father." She deadpanned, you could tell she didn't want to elaborate further.

"Huh. My dad never really taught me anything. Except how to sweet talk my way out of trouble. Very helpful since became Ben's assistant." You said.

"How'd you become his assistant anyways?" Jill asked as she worked on the lock. 

"I found an ad somewhere in the papers. I needed a job that wasn't the fast food place I was working at. So I figured, why not apply. He liked me, I liked his thought process and his goals, and the rest is history."

"Now you're here, stuck with me. In a city wide outbreak where everything is trying to kill you. How's that feel?" She joked weakly.

"Well, it could be worse. I could still be alone. I'm glad I found someone I can trust in all this." The lock clicked and she stood and turned, giving you a smile.

"Ditto. I'm glad I have someone watching my back through this."

"Even though I suck at shooting?" You joked.

"Even though you suck at shooting." She laughed. She walked through the gate, holding it open for you.

You went to walk through the gate when you heard something behind you. You turned to look and saw nothing. As you were about to shrug it off, you saw a slimy substance falling from above. You looked up and saw a giant, mutated bug. The bug shrieked and grabbed you by the neck, still hanging from above. You screamed.

"Y/ n!" Jill yelled, running to help you.

Something slimy and tongue like is shoved down your throat, causing you to choke and gag from disgust. Jill gets it off of you and shoots the bug-like creature, killing it instantly.

"Fucking gross." She grimaced.

You choke and gag trying to get the disgusting sensation out of your throat. Of something crawling within you. A parasite.

"Here, you need an herb. Quickly!" Jill urged, coaxing you to swallow the herb in her hand.

You gasped and shoved the herb in your mouth, swallowing quickly. You immediately felt the urge to throw up and turned away from Jill, puking the parasite on the ground near the dead bug creature. You closed your eyes, trying to regain your breath and calm your beating heart.

"You okay?" Jill asked, rubbing your shoulder in comfort.

"No." You rasped. That was disgusting. You felt disgusting. You hate bugs.

"You know, I won't blame you if you'd want to wait out here. I can get this done alone if I have to." She told you.

"I'm thinking about it." You joked weakly. You shook your head and sighed. "No, I'll come with you. Hang on a second." You reached into your backpack and grabbed a pack of gum from your bag. You stuck a piece in your mouth, the mint refreshing the nasty taste in your mouth. You offered one to Jill and she smirked, taking a piece and sticking it in her mouth.

"Of course you have gum." Jill laughed.

"Well, yeah. I wish I had a toothbrush. My teeth aren't too bad right?" You haven't brushed in two days, having unfortunately lost your toothbrush and your cleaned bottled water when you had to run away from a public bathroom that was suddenly overrun with infected people. Finding out the hard way that the water was infected. Best not to drink the city water. 

"No, you're fine. You surprisingly don't smell as bad as you look." You glared. "I mean, well, you know what I mean. You smell fine. And your teeth are fine. Now get up, we have things to do." She helped you to your feet from your kneeled position.

"Thanks." You deadpanned.

"Don't mention it. Let's get this over with."

You two quickly made your way through the building, shooting any bug that so much as twitched at you, working to get the power back on. There was some kind of disgusting growth covering the walls of the building. You weren't even sure what it was. You didn't want to know.

You finally pulled up the last lever, sighing in relief that you could finally leave.

"Done. Time to get the hell out of here." Jill said. You nodded in agreement, shooting and kicking away the angry giant bugs that ran at you.

"Agreed." You both ran, dodging any creature that lunged at you, until you finally made it outside.

"Okay. All that leaves is the main power switch." Jill panted, running up the stairs to the power station.

You both walked over to the control panel. Jill finds the switch and presses it, starting the power and destroying all the growth and bug-creatures. Mutated cockroaches? You weren't sure what type of bug it was. You just wanted them dead.

"Enjoy that." Jill said, watching the nest crumble.

"Good riddance. Hated those fucking things." You shivered.

"Me too. Come on. We gotta radio, Carlos." Jill said. You nodded.

You two began making your exit as Jill called Carlos.

"Carlos, it's Jill. We've restored power to the subway." Jill said.

"Nice going!" Carlos' voice sounded. "Next up is the traffic control system. It should be in the subway company's offices." 

"Right. I think I know the building." Jill said.

"Really? Way to go partner. One step ahead!" He said.

"Not your partner." Jill finished, shutting the radio off.

You snorted, "Awe, he seems sweet."

"You can have him." She joked.

"I'm good."

You two walked down some stairs, making your way to the offices. You stopped to gather supplies you found lying around and hiding in lockers. They're probably not going to need it anymore. You pushed through an orange door, making it outside once more, then went through a gate and onto a street, following Jill's lead.

As you were walking, you had a sudden feeling of dread in your chest. It was quiet. Too quiet.

"Hey, Jill-" You started.

"I feel it too. Stay close." She said, feeling that something was wrong. 

As you two walked by the police cars with the flashing lights, the wall to your right exploded, bricks flying everywhere. You gasped in shock and saw the tall and strong monster that had been chasing Jill earlier. Guess it recovered.

The monster growled, the sound similar to the word "stars". It started going after Jill once more and you grabbed her arm, pulling her way from getting hit.

"Are you shitting me?" Jill yelled, frustrated and frightened.

You both dodged and ran around it, continuing to your destination. Now with the added problem of that thing chasing you.

As you ran, it lunged forward and smacked at you both, knocking you back. You guess it's not doing the eerily slow walk anymore. You shot at a power generator, making it shock the monster and pulled Jill to a run, dodging zombies while you went.

You made your way back to the repair garage and Jill pulled out her radio. "Carlos, that thing is still alive! It's after me!" Jill yelled.

"What? Run! You both come back to the station!" He told her.

"Not until we get traffic control online." Jill put the radio away and glanced at you questionly.

"You okay to keep helping me? That thing is only after me. You'd be safer away from me."

"No, I'm not going to leave you to fix the train by yourself. And I'm not leaving until I know you're safe. It's the least I can do."

Jill nodded sincerely. "Thank you."

You both finally make it to the offices, careful as to avoid anything trying to kill you. Jill pulled her radio out again.

"Carlos, we're in the control room. Now what?"

"Nice! Now you gotta plot out a route." His voice said through the speaker.

"Okay, gimme a sec." Jill handed you the radio to hold and got to work. "Alright, where are we headed?" She asked through the radio in your hand.

"The train is stopped at Redstone Street. We need to reach Fox Park Station. Can you program that in?" Carlos asked.

"Hey, I'm supercop. Consider it done." She joked. You chuckled and watched as she input the directions. She did so successfully.

"Carlos, it's me. I've finished inputting the subway route." She said, gently taking back the radio from your hand.

"Jill, you are amazing! Tough as nails too. Hurry back to the station. We'll make sure the subway is ready to depart." Carlos said.

Jill put the radio away after that. "He's right. You are amazing. Just thought you should know." You smirked.

"Shut up." She snorted, smiling sheepishly. "We better get going to the station. Thanks for your help, by the way. And the company. It's nice having someone to talk to through all of this." She told you.

"Don't mention it. I couldn't just leave you to do this by yourself. Even supercops need help once in a while." You both laughed and made your way out of the office.

Now you need to make it back to the station in one piece.

[penelopecolinb]

Hi, nat! I became a big fan of POLIN after watching season 3 of BRIDGERTON, and for the past two months, I've been obsessed with everything about Polin and even reading your fanfiction! I don't read English very well, but with the help of a translator, I've been devouring all of your fics these past few weeks! The way you describe Polin’s relationship, Colin's character, and their intimacy is so sexy and mesmerizing, and I feel like this could only be done by you. I especially love the way you describe Colin's possessiveness and obsession, which is never unpleasant, but rather charming, because it shows his purity towards Penelope...

I have so many questions for you since you write such amazing fiction... I don't want to bother you, but if you have time, I'd love for you to answer them!

1. you wrote a fanfiction of Polin before season 3 was released, and I'm curious what it is about this couple that fascinated you! Are you a fan of the original show?

2. i was wondering how you viewed season 3, because despite the fact that your fic was written before season 3 was released, i felt that the Colin from the show and the Colin from your novel were very similar, especially in terms of Colin being insecure about Pen's love and being afraid that he wouldn't be a better man for her, and trying to hold on to her, even having sex with her right after they got engaged! I know that part 2 left fans disappointed in terms of length and other aspects, but do you think the show satisfied you?

3. last but not least...I was actually going to ask you if you'd be willing to release a new ONE SHOT fic during this Bonus Polin Week! Then I read your most recent one, SPARE HEART, and I found out that you're in a difficult situation to write fics. I'm so sad for you, but I hope your situation will turn out the way you want it to be soon. It's a great pain for me to know that my favorite fanfiction author is in a bad situation!

Your fics have given me so much comfort and strength!!! 🥺 I can't wait until you start posting fanfiction again! And I'm Korean, and I just wanted to let you know that in the Korean online community I'm in, there are a lot of compliments and mentions of your fics!! I love you!!! If I'm approved to join Ao3, I promise to leave comments and kudos on your fics in the future 😘😘

oh god my darling, thank you so so so much for this lovely message, my heart is so full 💖💖

i'll be happy to answer any questions you (or anyone else) might have!

yes, i was a casual viewer of the original series. i got into it even more when queen charlotte came out, and then i just started loving the angst of pen overhearing colin say that shit about never courting her. i went into a deep dive on polin ao3 and never came back!

im hesitant to answer any questions about the show because i dont want to be a hater. i didnt like a lot of the decisions the writers made - not just in part 2, but part 1 too. i think i'll leave it at that. i feel that thinking of the many many things that i wasn't satisfied by really overshadowed the few parts of the series i genuinely liked.

oh, bless your heart. thank you so much for your kind words. i'm trying to finish spare heart at the moment, and then i have a oneshot coming up (but not in polin week) for the polin x care for gaza raffle winner. and after that, i do have a few ideas i wanna start on! so hopefully i will be able to write, but probably not as frequently as i do now.

that is so insane to me, that the polin community in korea have an awareness of my fic and talk about it and really like it 😭😭😭😭😭 thank you for sharing that with me! im so so so glad that my fics have such a broad reach. please pass on my thanks to the lovely korean online community you're in!

i hope you, my lovely friend, have a wonderful, wonderful day!

[esssteee]

Find the words

Tagged by @jammerific who chose the words "sudden, large, cold"! Thanks a lot for the tag, definitively forced me to plunge back into works I hadn't touched in a while ( 2023's been a real bitch, uh)

Tried the words for my darklina fic and a few of my smallest wips but none showed up, but ho ho looks like we finally got a winner with portfolio m (darkolai, gv), found all three with that one so here goes:

Sudden

The sudden and cruel vanishing of Aleksander’s mouth rips a sobbing gasp from him, the pathetic cry reverberating in the bedroom, and Nikolai flashes his eyes open, realising he must have closed them to feel more of everything. He blinks at Aleksander, now back on his feet, only to find him closing in so fast, Nikolai barely has a moment to think before hungry lips crush his, his own mouth opening to welcome a tongue ripe with salt and musk and whatever Aleksander tasted while blowing him off. But before he can wrap arms around him, Aleksander whisks him away from the wall, not leaving his mouth alone for one instant, bringing them both down on the floor, crowding above and settling between legs Nikolai opens wide.

Large

He must stay at the door like an idiot for at least several seconds, maybe almost a minute, definitively long enough for the sounds coming out of the annexed bedroom to stop―but definitely not long enough for his hammering heart to calm down. Swallowing, muscles tightening, his body acts for him when his fist lands on the hard wood in a loud knock, the sudden noise scaring the shit out of him. The next instants lengthen into something unsustainable, his senses fusing out from the tiring control imposed on himself, and he’s left with quickened breath and heated cheeks and an absence of intelligent thoughts. Attuned to the smallest of changes, he zeroes in on the falling footsteps coming from the bedroom, and when the large door springs open, he’s almost ready for it―almost.

Cold

“What would you do if I asked for something forbidden?” he asks Aleksander, the camera back against his chest, the metal frame cold where it hits the naked skin of his open collar. He does not miss the interest blooming on Aleksander’s face, curious and unafraid, nor the intelligence as that quick mind rolls inward in search of something to offer him. “Something forbidden?” A light, laughing tone, and the champagne glass is back on the counter, one flat palm beside it. There is an invitation in the shape of Aleksander’s body, along the curves of muscles and the shadowed planes painting his pale skin. And between his long legs, without any shame, Nikolai glimpses the beginning of an erection. “Then come closer.”

For those I'll tag and anyone one who reads this and who wishes to share pieces of their WIPs (and tag me if you do! i wanna read snippets!!), I'm choosing the words "grin", "bones" and "heavy".

Tagging @viridessense, @zizygy, @itsnotunfinisheditsmystyle and @inahandful-of-dust (no pressure as always!)

[xxxevilfilms]

Bi-Curiosity Killed The Cat: Chapter 1

Info: Scott and Stacey's parents are spending a long weekend together in New York City which means Scott has to babysit until they get back. When Scott is invited to Wallace's apartment for bowling and a few drinks, Stacey is dragged along by Scott so he can keep an eye on her. Bowling plans are abandoned however when Scott drinks too many pre-outing drinks, which leaves Stacey alone with a very bi-curious homosexual man who might be a bit too old for her.

Kinks: Bi-Curiosity, Dry Humping, Making Out, Size Difference, Couch Sex, First Time Blow Jobs, Dirty Talk, Fondling, Large Cock, Come Shot, Come Sharing, Come Swallowing, Large Breasts, Crack Treated Seriously

Disclaimer: Crack? Yes. Do I feel bad? No. I've loved this ship since high school and I'll die on this hill for them.

Stacey didn’t want to go, but twenty bucks was twenty bucks. If Scott didn’t give her the money, she would’ve assuredly narked on him to their parents, but there was no point if an incentive was involved. Stacey pocketed the cash and tailed after her brother to his friend’s apartment, the suspicious-looking one who smelled nice. Scott reminded her that his name was Wallace and implored her to behave when Wallace invited them inside for some pre-bowling drinks. Stacey couldn’t drink and couldn’t be bothered to listen to the idle prattle of college students, so she sat on Wallace’s couch and played with her GameBoy while drinking some root beer. Scott was already on his second gin and tonic thanks to Wallace constantly funneling alcohol his way while Wallace seemed fine with nursing a glass of wine. Stacey had the idea of telling Scott to go easy on the booze so he could walk them back home later, but the prospect of taking more money from him by threatening him with their parents for sleeping at a “stranger's” home was too good to pass up, so she let him drink to his heart's content. Plans to go bowling were eventually abandoned due to Scott's weak constitution, so instead of stewing in her winter clothes all night, Stacey shrugged off her coat and kicked off her boots before laying down on the couch. She barely noticed anyone coming up to her until she felt the other end of the couch dip and heard a voice that wasn't her brother's directly address her.

"Stacey, right?"

Stacey paused her game to regard the man who tried talking to her. It was Wallace, and when Stacey saw those slick black eyes peer into her own, she resumed her game and acted like she usually did around people she didn't know.

"Yup," She said bluntly. "Don't wear it out."

He chuckled.

"Well I don't mean to intrude, but your brother's down for the count and I'm still up for a chat."

Stacey looked up at the kitchen's bar and saw Scott's head, surrounded by four empty glasses, laying flat on the countertop, his hand holding a half-full glass of alcohol as he mumbled some nonsense about his girlfriend in his sleep. Stacey could only roll her eyes at the sight.

"Idiot..." She frowned. "Hope you gotta bed for me cuz I'm not sleeping here."

"Of course, m'lady, I could never." Wallace took a sip from his glass then. "I'm giving up the couch to Scotty-boy tonight."

"Good." She did the same to her root beer and then cursed when something killed her in her game. "Shit..."

"Whatcha playing?" He asked.

"Drill Dozer."

"Oh, I got that game," He scooted closer to her to see the screen. "What part are you stuck at?"

"Just this boss here," Stacey moved in close to show him. "The Collosobot keeps kicking me out."

"Alrighty, let's see here... May I?"

"Sure," Stacey nodded and handed her GameBoy to Wallace who quickly got to work. In about 5 minutes, he was able to defeat the boss without losing a life which Stacey greatly appreciated.

"Wow, you're pretty good..."

"You flatter me," He gave the console back to her. "I wouldn't have pegged you as a gamer."

"Having geeky brothers means you get hand-me-downs." She shrugged but smiled nonetheless. "I wouldn't have guessed you were one either."

"It's a good escape when I've been beating my head into the books too long. There's a lot of math when you're studying business."

"Oh," Stacey recalled that Wallace mentioned he was studying business and finance when he stayed over at her and Scott's house last time. "Is a major like that hard?"

"If you dunno how to work a calculator, sure." He then smirked as he sipped his glass. "Or if you don't know which professor to fuck."

"Ew, seriously?" Stacey sputtered out a laugh. "Old crusty sixty-somethings are your type? And I thought Scott had shit standards."

"Not every old guy is gross and derelict. Some are pretty hot when you know where to look." He sat back and threw an arm over the top of the couch. "You're a real smart girl, Stace. You don't look like the type to be smitten by boys."

"Hmm..." Stacey hummed to herself in thought. She's never had an interest in dating since the boys in her grade were kind of stupid. She wanted to wait till at least senior year before getting with someone worth her time. Hell, even college seemed like a good time to start, but she doubted she'd be with a guy her own age. Dating a guy half her age plus seven was something Stacey wanted to obtain, not something she wanted to avoid.

"I don't like the boys in my class," She confessed. "They're stupid little lice that seem more like my brother's crowd than anything." She paused her game and placed it in her lap before continuing. "I don't like them too old like you, but I like older men."

"How old?"

"Well, let's see..." She raised her hands up and made calculations with her fingers. "I think six to eight years is good. Whenever I'm in college myself, I want a cool older boyfriend who'll take good care of me."

"Ain't that the dream," Wallace raised his glass in reverence. "If I can't get a big ol' daddy who'll sweep me off my feet, guess I'll become the daddy instead."

"I'm rooting for you. You got a good head on your shoul...shoul..." Stacey wrinkled her nose when she felt a sneeze coming on. When it came, Stacey wiped her nose and sniffed. "Excuse me,"

"Gesundheit." Wallace chuckled. "It's getting a little cold in here, lemme get you something."

"Uh, you don't gotta..." She watched Wallace stand up and head towards the kitchen. "I have a coat if I really need it."

"Nah, you're a guest!" He rummaged for something in a cabinet and pulled out a long white bottle. "What kind of host would I be if I didn't make sure you were comfy, huh? I'm not that cruel, Stace."

"You letting us stay the night is telling if anything."

"I love Scott, and by extension, I love you~" He left the kitchen and approached her with a rocks glass and a bottle labeled with Spanish words she couldn't read. He had her take the glass while he uncapped the bottle, seemingly ignoring the surprised look that was on her face.

"What is this...?" She asked.

"Just some rum," He said matter of factly. "Don't tell me Scott and Larry never snuck you a shot before."

"I had some beer once but it didn't taste good..." Against her better judgment, she let Wallace pour the rum into her glass and grimaced. "I don't think I should be drinking this."

"It'll warm ya up, trust me. It's white rum, so it'll taste sweeter than beer. C’mon, give it a sip."

"Alright, alright..." Stacey steeled her nerves and took a sip, but cringed a little at the burn on her tongue. It was less bitter than beer but still had that astringent alcohol flavor she never liked. She narrowed her eyes and was about to give the tumbler back to Wallace, but he gently pushed it back her way.

"You barely tasted it, hon." He teased. "Ya gotta drink more than that if you don't wanna freeze in here. My space heater's on the fritz."

Stacey grumbled under her breath but followed Wallace's advice anyway. She steeled her nerves again and threw her head back to down about half of the glass, the burn extending from her tongue to her throat and making her cough. This time she tasted sugar, but it did little to help with the alcohol's overall taste, and she beat her chest once she was done having her fill. Wallace praised her anyway and tussled her hair, much to the younger girl's chagrin.

"Thatta girl!" He grinned from ear to ear and rose from the couch again. "I forgot to fetch something else so that glass better be empty by the time I get back!"

"...Or else what?"

"Shit, guess that makes you a bit of a chicken, don't it?"

"...I'm not a chicken..."

"Then prove it."

Wallace walked down the only hallway leading to what she assumed was his room, leaving Stacey to simmer in place as she glared at the tumbler in her hand. She sucked it up again and drank down what was left, determined to prove to Wallace she wasn't some dumb little kid. It tasted like shit still, but she found herself getting used to the taste.

"Is it empty!?" He yelled out.

"Clean as a whistle," Stacey pouted. "Ya want proof or what?"

"Well let's have a look-see," Wallace came back with a big white fluffy blanket in his arms and a fox-like smirk stretched across his face. He examined the carpet as if making sure Stacey didn't pour the rest of it on the floor and seemed satisfied when he didn't see anything.

"Wow, you're a big girl now, huh?"

"Don't patronize me." Stacey huffed but then mentioned the blanket. "Is that for me?"

"One and only," Wallace draped it over her body.

"Thanks, but you really didn't have to..." Stacey lay motionless when Wallace put the blanket over her but eventually curled into it when she felt how warm it was. She bundled it around her waist for now however to keep her legs warm and relaxed against the cushion when she was comfortable.

"Told you I like to be a good host." He took his spot back on the couch before grabbing the bottle of rum he put on the carpet. "Want some more?"

Stacey considered it but then shrugged. 

"A little is fine."

"There we go," He poured her a shot's worth when she extended her arm to let him fill the glass back up.

"Thanks." She downed it again, this time in one go, and quickly placed the tumbler on the carpet. "Okay, that's enough. For real this time."

"At least for now," Wallace placed the bottle back down. "We don't want you like your bro after all."

"That's what I'm afraid of..." Stacey sighed and then peered to the side when she saw Wallace sitting there without any of the blanket covering him. "Aren't you gonna get under here, too?"

"Figured you'd want all of it."

"I'd be sweltering. Go ahead, I don't care."

"Don't mind if I do then."

Wallace lifted his end of the blanket and draped it over himself before scooting super close to Stacey. She could feel his body touching her own and saw his arm go around the top of the couch again from the corner of her eye. For whatever reason, Stacey grew a little warm at the sudden skin-to-skin contact but figured it was the alcohol finally getting to her.

"I'm not crowding you, am I?" He asked.

"N-No..." She replied. "You're good..."

"Good," He moved his arm off the cushion to bring it around her shoulders. His hand stroked her bicep which Stacey tried to ignore but was unable to; it felt really soothing. "You're really warm."

"Probably the booze that's doing it..." Or at least she thinks it is.

"Told ya it'd work."

Stacey only nodded, too focused on Wallace’s hand to say much else. She eventually got less stiff and relaxed into him when her body gradually got loose and lax from what she assumed was the rum, and rather than pull away from Wallace, she leaned into him without even noticing it. She didn't feel shy anymore, which should have bothered her, but she felt too nice to really question herself right now.

"Feeling good, hon?" Wallace asked suddenly. She felt him pull her closer, but she didn't care.

"Mmm..." Stacey moaned softly in response. "It feels like I took a horse tranq..."

"Those would be in the medicine cabinet."

Stacey giggled and hardly noticed Wallace's hand move further down her arm. She felt too good just sitting there, taking in his warmth until she felt that same hand touch the top of her right thigh. Big, thick fingers massaged her through the denim of her jeans which would've felt nice, too if her cheeks didn't burn like cinder again. She didn't protest though and figured Wallace was just one of those touchy-feely types, so she let him be in spite of her discomfort.

"Anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?"

"H-Huh...?" Stacey blinked and then looked up at Wallace who was staring straight at her. "I mean, thank you, but..."

"But nothing," He tucked a lock of ink-black hair away from her eyes with his free hand. "And no boyfriend either, huh?"

"I don't want one right now..." She mumbled. 

"I see..." The finger that fixed her hair moved to her lips and traced them. "That means you never kissed a boy, right?"

"W-What are you getting at?" Her face was now completely red. "And why do you even care anyway?"

"It's kind of a moral obligation on my part to make sure no ankle biter gets to you first." 

Stacey's eyes widened. "Wait a minute," She tried to make some space between them, but it was hard with her back pressed up against the arm of the couch. "Aren't you...gay?"

"Gay guys can be curious, too, you know," He quipped. "And I like you a lot."

"No offense, but aren't I a little too young for you?"

"How old are you?"

"16..."

"That's just making the cut, hon."

"Why me though? You can have any woman you want and you pick some high schooler?"

"Well, Stacey," Wallace got in real close to her face and smiled devilishly. "It would seem that you're the only woman who's ever interested me, and so..." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Might as well make my move now." He kissed her cheek again. "What do you say...?"

"W-Wait..." Stacey tried keeping Wallace back by pushing him off with her hands, but couldn't find the strength to shove him away. His lips left teasing, lingering pecks on her cheek and temple before finding their way to the lobe of her ear. He sucked on it gently, the feeling sending a chill up her spine she's never felt before, and she had to call on his name again to get him to calm down.

"Wallace...!"

"Yeah, baby, I'm here," He whispered in her ear. "You sound so good when you say my name." He bit down on her lobe then, making Stacey squeak and wriggle.

Stacey moaned aloud when Wallace kissed a trail from her ear and back to her face again, lips mere millimeters away from her own. She then locked eyes with Wallace whose complexion now matched her own. Red-faced and smirking, Wallace gave Stacey a very chaste and short kiss on the lips before giving her another one and then another that was deep and longing. Stacey knew she liked this, but wasn't sure if it was okay to return the kiss or stop this whole thing completely. She barely knew the guy as she only ever interacted with him today and whenever he came over to bother Scott which was frequent but she never stuck around long enough to have a conversation with him. The sudden revelation that this college-aged bicurious gay man was interested in her floored her, but to say she wasn't liking what he was doing would be a lie. Wallace was attractive and charming, qualities no boy her age has ever possessed. It would be so easy to give herself up to him, but she had to know a few more things before he takes it too far, dammit!

“Hold on!” Stacey slapped her mouth over Wallace’s lips and scowled. "What happens if I let you do this, huh?"

“Depends,” He paused for a moment before continuing. "Where would you like for this to go?”

"...I...I don’t know! You started it!"

"I wasn't gonna toss you like an old rag if that's what you thought," He pulled Stacey by the hips so he could hover over her body and gaze into her eyes. "I plan to keep you around for a while." His thumb traced her lips again. "If you'd let me..."

"What, like...boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"It can be." He replied. "We can be friends, fuck buddies, BF and GF, whatever you want, hon."

Maybe it was the alcohol thrumming in her veins that colored her decision or perhaps it was youthful naivety, but she liked the idea; being in a relationship with him that is. Sure, she hardly knew him but he was a nice guy. Sighing, she lowered her hands from Wallace’s face and pouted his way.

“You’re super weird...”

“You’re super hot.”

Stacey blushed and turned her head the other way, but was made to look at Wallace again when he guided her back by holding her chin.

"Something on your mind, sweetie?” He asked.

“Shut up, I’m just thinking...”

“Need some convincing?"

Wallace’s face got closer to hers again, lips a hair length away from touching her own. Stacey didn't move however and merely watched Wallace close the gap between them by pressing his lips to hers once more. He then breached her lips and filled her mouth with a hot wet tongue that slipped and swiped against her own, the feeling sending a tingle down her spine. 

She finally let out a faint little moan, one that Wallace eagerly drank in when he heard it, and worked his tongue deeper into her mouth as he let his hands wander. Stacey felt the tips of his fingers nudge and prod against her lower right breast but didn't do much to stop it given how focused she was on letting him kiss her. His tongue was so big and fat compared to her own, filling her mouth and the front of her throat easily. It made Stacey squirm in place and pleasure bloom between her legs. Wallace apparently noticed this and brought her legs around his waist to hold her there so she could feel this big, hard, and hot thing pulse against her core. Stacey moaned again when she felt it press up against the spot where she needed it the most and the teenager bucked her hips against it out of instinct. Wallace groaned then and pushed back into Stacey with a strong roll of his own hips, the sensations that fluttered in her privates making her hands cling to Wallace for dear life. This prompted Wallace to do it again and again, humping Stacey into the couch with slow, rhythmic pumps of his hips to stoke the flame that burned hot in her belly.

"Oh God..." Stacey mewled against Wallace’s lips. "T-That feels..."

"Yeah, you like that, huh?" Wallace kissed the corner of her mouth and chuckled. "So fuckin' cute, wanna eat you up so bad..." His thrusts against her covered sex grew impassioned then, Stacey's body jostling up and making her breasts bounce as Wallace went faster. Wallace liked what he saw, and reached for the hem of Stacey's sweater to pull it over her stomach and chest, revealing cute pink breasts clad in a lily-white bra. Stacey wanted to cover herself but couldn't find the will to as she was too out of her mind to really care about modesty at the moment. Wallace looked like he'd fight her on it anyway as his hands were already sliding up her stomach to fondle her breasts.

"Wait, that's..." She protested anyway but did nothing more. Wallace’s hands slipped under the cups of her breasts to push them off of her and reveal her tits to him. Stacey blushed furiously and covered her face with her arm to hide her embarrassment but Wallace wasn't having any of that. Keeping one hand on a bouncing tit, he moved Stacey's arm and made her look at him.

"Got something to say, honey?"

"I-It's just..." She stuttered and huffed when Wallace pinched her nipple. "How far are we going?"

"As far as you want, baby." He reassured her. "We can keep doing this if you want."

"Okay..." Stacey relaxed and sunk deeper into the couch. "Just this is fine then..."

"Thatta girl, baby, get into it..."

Wallace went faster, his expression faltering when Stacey saw him near his limit. His hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts tenderly before pushing them together to rub her nipples against each other. Stacey's mouth hung open at the feeling, her hips finally meeting Wallace’s as she chased that high that's been burning in her core for the last hour. Her clit thrummed and pulsed against the older man's buried cock until she suddenly came with a harsh cant of her weary hips. Stacey nearly screamed but had her mouth covered by Wallace who silenced her just in case it woke up Scott.

"We don't wanna wake up Scotty, do we?" He panted out.

Stacey, whose eyes were too busy rolling into her head, barely registered what Wallace said but understood by the gesture that she had to keep quiet. She rode out her orgasm as silently as possible, little whines and whimpers escaping her while Wallace gradually slowed down his pace. Stacey, now reduced to a quivering, nubile mess of emotions and sensations, watched Wallace stop moving altogether through half-lidded eyes and saw him sit up to palm his crotch. He then unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans before pulling down his boxers just enough to reveal his cock to her which made Stacey gasp and worry her lip at how big he was.

"Don't worry, doll," Wallace stroked himself from base to tip when he saw Stacey's upturned face. "Ain't gonna fuck you tonight."

She breathed out a sigh of relief but didn't shift her sights away from his dripping length.

"It's big..." She mused.

"Thank you," Wallace smirked. "A lot of guys say the same thing.”

“Uh-huh...” Stacey was mesmerized by the way Wallace stroked himself, almost tempted to touch and play with it herself when she saw how it twitched under Wallace’s fingers. She heard the older man groan when he gripped himself a little tighter, wringing out a few pearlescent drops of precome that leaked from his slit and rolled over the head. Stacey for some reason had the urge to lick the drops away.

A bright red flush of heat washed over her entire body when the teenager leaned in to swipe her tongue over the tip of Wallace’s cock experimentally. The taste reminded her of hot, slick skin, a taste that she noticed didn’t offend her palette, and she licked it again to catch any more precome that was threatening to leak from the slit. Wallace’s hand flew to the back of Stacey’s head to hold her steady as he took in a sharp inhale of air, the hand that still fisted his cock faltering when Stacey licked him again. He looked down at her to watch the way her fat tongue swirled up and over the engorged head and jolted upwards at the feeling.

“Fuckin’ hell, honey, I didn’t expect you to do all that...” Wallace panted out. “Fuck, that feels good...”

Stacey liked the praise which prompted her to go a little further. She closed her lips around the tip and sucked on it gently, tongue curling around the head when she took him deeper into her mouth. Wallace cursed and weaved his fingers in her pretty black hair, gently rocking his hips in time with her mouth. It didn't take long for Wallace to start voicing his pleasure to her verbally, and suffice to say, Stacey liked that a lot, too.

"This is better than I imagined... You're a natural with that tongue, baby." He hissed out as he licked his lips. "I knew you'd be a good cock sucker."

Stacey moaned at that and rubbed her legs together. Even though she just came, hearing Wallace still made her horny which surprised her. His silver tongue and honeyed voice did a number on her, she noticed, which didn't bode well for her self-control if they took this relationship beyond just dry humping and oral sex. She was literally putty in his hands and they barely even did anything yet. So when Wallace asked her to show off a little more for him, Stacey did so without question, especially if that meant getting off to his voice more. 

"Can you squeeze those tits for me, hon?" He asked breathlessly. "So big and pretty, can't wait to blow my load on them."

Stacey did as she was told and brought her hands to her breasts to press them together for him. She remained like that when she pulled off of Wallace to lick up and down the sides of his shaft, savoring the taste of his manhood as she reveled in the sounds she got out of him. She felt the hand in her hair twitch and his hips stutter which probably meant he was almost there. She went back to just sucking him off then, taking him as deep as she could go while she kneaded her pink breasts for him, even going so far as to pinch her dusty nipples and bounce her tits up and down for his pleasure. Wallace let out a long, drawn-out curse he struggled to keep down and desperately followed Stacey's mouth each time she pulled back.

"I should've done this shit sooner, right in front of Scott, fuck..." Wallace threw his head back and grunted. "Should've tossed your ass in my lap and railed you right there in that basement..."

Stacey felt his cock pulse and twitch until suddenly, the teenager tasted something hot and bitter wash over her tongue. She pulled off of Wallace’s cock out of reflex and was hit in the face and chest with hot come that shot out of Wallace’s cock in spurts. She groaned at the feeling but didn't protest too much and let his seed coat her cheeks, nose, mouth, and tits white while Wallace panted over her, his eyes blown out and shifting constantly as he stroked the rest of his jism out onto Stacey's body. Eventually, his cock wilted and he was left staring at the sullied face of a raven-haired teenage girl who was greedily drinking down the semen that coated her tongue. Wallace shivered at that and immediately sat back on his legs to kiss and lick the mess off of her face. 

"Holy hell, Stace, you were made for me," He said in between licks. "I don't think I've ever seen a guy eat my come the way you do."

His lips eventually found hers again and he shoved his tongue inside with little warning. It's big and fat and touches her throat again and Stacey brings her arms around Wallace’s back to embrace him and return his kiss eagerly. Her tongue rakes over perfect teeth, pink gums, and a tongue that's more than half her size as she moans desperately into Wallace’s mouth. Her pussy was wet before, but now it was soaked, her slickness seeping through her panties and staining the inside of her jeans. Wallace enjoys, nay, loves her excitement, and reaches around to grab her ass and hold her close to him. Stacey was always self-conscious of it given how big it was but she didn't care now; she was too horny (and probably too drunk) to care anymore. 

Wallace breaks the kiss to hold her pink cheeks in his big hands. Stacey is panting and shivering when he does which makes Wallace bite his lip and chuckle.

"Horny little thing now, aren't you?"

"You've..." She clears her throat when she feels how hoarse it is. "You've convinced me."

"Oh yeah?" He strokes her skin with the back of his finger. "We goin' steady now?"

"I guess so..." Stacey replied. "How long have you been wanting to do this with me?"

"Hmm... Maybe three weeks now? I was surprised at first, but after a while, I just couldn't stop thinking about how tight your body was." Wallace then smiled a little crookedly. "In fact, when I heard your parents were gone, I just had to invite you and Scott over for some "bowling" before the week was over."

"Wait, you planned this!?"

"How else was I supposed to get any alone time with you?" He pouted. "Getting Scott piss drunk so I could bang his hot little sister seemed like a good idea."

"That's why you let Scott drink himself into a coma!? We weren't gonna go bowling at all!"

"Nope~" He hugged her close. "Not gonna lie, I hoped slipping you a little rum would get me into that ass, but you handle your booze pretty well, honey." He squeezed her tighter then. "But a blow job is fine, too~"

Stacey didn't know whether to be mad or annoyed before deciding to just stay quiet. This man was so, so weird; how could he have the gall to say this out in the open so shamelessly!? Her initial shock however is soon betrayed by her hormones when the thought of a man of his age and stature wanting her this badly made her cunt clench. She scowled at that but let it happen anyway.

"W-Whatever, can I use your shower please?" She pushed him off and motioned toward her body. "I can't go to bed like this."

"Hmm, already spent?" He cupped her covered sex from behind and pushed into the wet spot on her jeans. "Honey, you made a mess down here. Sure you don't want me to take care of you?"

"I don't even know if I should let you..." That was a bluff. Stacey really wanted him to take care of her, and she had a feeling Wallace knew that she was bullshitting him. He saw through the puffed up cheeks and crossed arms and promptly kissed her before letting his hands roam over her thighs and rear end. Stacey resisted the urge to kiss him back but eventually relented.

"So bratty..." Wallace laughed between kisses. "But I love brats..." He smothered her with his mouth again. Stacey moaned and collapsed back to the couch and brought Wallace with her. Scott was still sleeping soundly on the bar, completely oblivious to what was going on less than twenty feet away from him. Stacey wondered how it would feel for Scott to find out that his new gay friend was about to eat out his little sister's pussy, but pushed the thought away for now to enjoy Wallace’s company. 

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Candle ligth Pt4

trigger warning: cussing, smoking, not proof read, erm idk. kinda rushed revolation erm yea i hope this is ok, lm if i should change anything, some inacurate use of drugs and names for them like more modern names for stuff. spelling

Your pov

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I woke up in the morning to the semblance of sunlight shining in my eyes. I groaned and turned over trying to fall back asleep but soon started to cough after I inhaled smoke in my lungs. I sat up and looked around the room only to see ash sitting on his bed smoking a cig.

“Ash what the fuck, its like 9:00am or some shit why the fuck are you smoking” i groaned in irritation, looked at me and rolled his eyes. I was surprised since he rarely ever did smoke anything that wasn't weed

“Yea well too bad, pol said it was ok too before you ask.” he said rather bluntly but i could swear i saw a slight smirk at the edge of his lips.

“Yea well good for you, also when did you even start smoking anything but weed .” I said confused, he inhaled the smoke from his cigarette and blew it out. Before he could respond i herd a nock on the door.

“Hello?” i said not knowing if it was pol or one of her maids who was knocking on the door.

“It's me” I heard pol's distinct voice say, she opened the door and saw me and ash looking at her with curious eyes. She breathed in before speaking “Tommy is having a ballet and he wants you two to come to supply stuff we don't have. You need to leave by the time the ballet starts. Please while there do not say anything you would usually say.” Me and ash shared a look before looking back at Pol

“What type of drugs do you need and what do you mean don't say what we usually say are there gonna be some high class shits there or something.” Ash said, I nodded as I continued to stare at pol. I was suspicious about why she seemed somewhat uneasy.

“That's what I mean, don't talk like that when you're there, there will be some important people there try not to talk to them. If they talk to you first, that's different.” she said with a serious tone. She took a puff of her own cigarette. The room slowly started to smell more and more of smoke making me cough slightly.

“What should we wear there and do you have a notepad so i can write down what we need to bring pol.” I said while getting up from my bed and going over to the desk.

“If they are in the 2nd there should be a pen in there as well, we need some cannabis and morphine. The money will be there when you arrive one of the maids will show you where it is” she said, i wrote down what and how much that was needed.

“Also it's formal so I expect you two to look nice and not like you just walked out of a pub. It's this friday” she said, i chuckled a little bit.

“We will make sure to look presentable for those rich fucks dont worry.”i said and looked over at Ash to make sure he heard me. I turned around as I stood up from the chair and folded the note.

“And if anyone asks why you're here say you make art and that's why you're here so (y/n) i need you to paint a picture of anything really just to cover you two. How far along are you with the painting of Tommy and lizzy” she said, I looked at her and nodded. The way we often covered up drug sails was by smuggling it in through art. 

“I'm almost done with just some touch ups I need to do to the background but it should be done. But if i want it to be done by this friday i need to get back home know” i said with urgency in my voice.

Pol looks at me and nods her head “ok well i'll get the car started don't take too long to pack up anything you brought.” she said as she left the room

“Thank you Mrs. Gray "I yelled out, I started to pack the few things I brought and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and make myself look presentable. I stuck my head out the bathroom and looked at ash

“Yo are you gonna come with me or stay here?” I asked him as I walked back into the room while grabbing my bag. Ash looked at me and shook his head.

“Nah i think ima stay here for a bit try to get in contact with fez.” he said looking at me and smiling slightly.

‘’Ok well stay safe ash and don't get yourself into anything stupid okay i got people that will tell me if you do.” i said while lightly punching him in his shoulder

“Aye what? (Y/n) the fuck do you mean you got people?” he said confused, as i walked out the door i turned and sent a playful grin towards him before leaving the room and closing the door behind me. As I walked down stares I could hear people talking. When I got down I saw it was Aberham Gold and Polly.

“Toms got a fucking trues with them Pol-” he stopped once he saw me. The thing was he didnt know who I was but I knew of him. I knew his son had been killed by the billy boys and that he was a good shooter.

“Sorry if i'm interrupting anything.” I said to them I shifted my eyes to the floor to put up a nervous front. “Pol, ash said he's gonna stay here for a bit. I thought I should let you know.” I heard footsteps come over to me. I looked up from the ground and saw Pol looking at me.

“That's fine but are you fine being by yourself at home?” she asked like a concerned mother or maybe she was just asking to be kind either way it confused me somehow.

“Well at home there are weapons so if anyone tries anything I'll shoot them.” i said a bit quieter compared to my normal tone. Pol looked at me and nodded her head. I noticed Aberham looking at me with an unreadable look on his face. I felt a smirk appeared on my face, i shifted my eyes between the two of them

“ This is your boyfriend Pol?” I asked with a giggle. I could see both of them roll their eyes and pol pushed me to the front door. 

“Get in the car (Y/n) I'll meet you there in a minute.” she said with a playfully annoyed voice. I laughed and waved to Abraham and walked out to the car. I opened the door and set my things down next to me in the other seat. I took  out a cigarette and lit it, but not before opening the door of the car and getting out. I observed the neighborhood, it was a higher class neighborhood compared to the others in Birmingham, the skys were clearer and it was more quiet. I noticed a car parked outside of a house with someone in it. It appeared to be a man but it was hard to tell. But what I could tell is that they were looking at Pol's house. I blew out some smoke from my cigarette and threw it on the ground and snuffed it out. I looked back up at the car and noticed they were looking at me now. I stared back squinting my eyes for some hope to see through the tinted glass of the car windows but before I could get a good look I heard the door open. 

“Well let's go (Y/n), Oh and this is Abraham gold, Abraham this is (Y/n).” she said as she got in the car Abraham followed and sat next to her. I got into the seat behind them. As the driver got in the car I took note of abraham. He was wearing working class clothes. He had gray hair that looked like it was just cut. 

It seemed that he sensed my eyes on him as he turned his head to look back at me, i smiled “Nice to meet you Mr. Gold sorry for intruding on your conversation with Ms.Gray”

“Nice to meet you (y/n), you have a last name don't you?” he asked, smiling back at me.

“If I did , you would know it. I was adopted and given my name by my grandmother.” i said looking at him, it wasn't a lie necessarily i was given a name by my grandma but i changed it to (Y/n) after a while i mean Ash might of kept his but no one calls him ashtray. I changed my name to (y/n) after we moved out of the states, there's no document of it though. There's no documents of my old name either, But I like it that way because it makes it easier for me to keep a low profile and harder for people to research me beyond what I do on a daily basis.

I turned and looked at the window and watched as the houses passed by, my eyes looking around anytime we made a stop. To try to find anything that would interest me, I could hear the voices of pol and abraham but i didn't listen to what they were saying. I didn't care, I just wanted to get home.

Time jump

The car stopped outside of my house, it was a small house but bigger than the ones in small heath, it was an old farmhouse but not like tommys it was more of a mansion. We didn't grow anything, though maybe some flowers or corn but that was all.

“Thank you for taking me here Ms. Gray, I do appreciate it a lot” I said before getting out of the car and grabbing my things. I closed the door behind me and waved before walking up to the house.

Silently, I turned the doorknob and entered the room. Gently, I slipped off my shoes and ascended the staircase. Crossing the hallway, I peered into my grandmother's room through the slightly ajar door. A serene sight met my eyes – she slumbered peacefully, the weight of her worries visibly lifted. A smile crept across my lips, reassured by her newfound tranquility.

I went down to living room and there I carefully unfolded the drape that veiled my work-in-progress, a depiction of Tommy and Lizzie. With deliberate steps, I placed the cloth on the floor, clearing a space for me to start painting.

Fetching my watercolor brushes and selecting the appropriate hues, and started to paint. The canvas came alive under the caress of my brushstrokes, I blended the colors, giving life to the background. The trees that graced my window became the cornerstone of this painting, their forms and shades guiding my vision.

While engrossed in my painting, a knock at the door jolted me from my concentration. Puzzled by the unexpected interruption, I put down my brushes and retrieved my gun from the side table. With the weapon discreetly concealed on my person, my senses heightened.

"Hello," I greeted, cracking the door open just enough to peer out. The persons identity remained hidden, and I wasn't gonna take any risks.

"Is this (y/n)'s house?" the voice inquired. Though familiar, I struggled to place it.

"Who's asking?" I responded skeptically, slightly widening the door's opening.

"Duke," came the reply. The moment that name escaped his lips, the door swung fully open, and a rush of emotions flooded me as I looked at the figure infront of me. He looked every bit of the Duke I remembered, and a genuine smile graced my lips. Although part of me wanted to hug him and share how much I'd missed him, I held back, mindful of our past boundaries.

"Hey. How did you…. find me?" I asked, a blend of happiness and confusion evident in my tone.

"I remembered where your house was from our 1st encounter, to be honest." he explained, his gaze steady and direct.

"Want to come in then, or is this just a brief visit?" I asked, maintaining our eye contact.

"Um... sure," he agreed. I widened the doorway, and he entered. Barely a few steps inside, I intervened by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"yo, hold on. take off your shoes. I dont want to have any mud or dirt tracked in," I said. Once he complied, I withdrew my hand and he turned to the wall and took off his shoes. The phone rang.

As Duke stepped inside and I discreetly answered the phone, a sense of unease settled over me. The voice on the other end sounded unfamiliar, and the mention of Fezco, me, and Ashtray raised an internal alarm.

"Hello?" I responded cautiously, trying to maintain a composed demeanor.

"Is this the residence of Fezco, (y/n), and Ashtray?" The calm mellow voice of an American female was heard on the other end held a calculated tone, sending a chill down my spine.

"Who's asking?" I repeated, my voice tinged with a mix of wariness and curosity.

The voice on the phone grew slightly colder, a hint of menace lacing its words. "we're concerned about the company they've been keeping. Working with the Peaky Blinders."

My heart raced, realizing that this was no ordinary call. The implications of this conversation began to sink in – our connections, our allegiances were being scrutinized, and our safety was hanging in the balance.

"Look, whoever you are, I don't know what your talking about." I retorted, my voice firm, a shield of defiance against the mounting threat.

The voice remained unfazed, its threat now more explicit. "Fezco, (y/n), and Ashtray might want to reconsider their loyalties if they value their well-being. The Peaky Blinders' enemies have a long reach, and are not afraid to take drastic measures."

My mind raced, assessing the situation. It was clear that the caller was well-informed, aware of our affiliations, and determined to exploit our vulnerability.

"I don't take kindly to threats, also why threaten them?" I responded, my voice now in a whisper and edged with a steely resolve. "If you think we'll be intimidated, you're mistaken."

The line went silent for a moment before the voice spoke again, its tone measured. "Remember, (y/n), everyone has weaknesses, even those who walk in the shadow of the Peaky Blinders. Make your choice wisely."

With that chilling finality, the call ended. I stood there, phone in hand, the weight of the threat sinking in. As I turned back to rejoin Duke, the gravity of our situation became all too clear – the world we were entangled in was more rife with danger than I knew, and the safety of Fezco, Ashtray, and myself. I huffed in frustration, before turning back to a confused duke.

"Make yourself comfortable," I offered while trying to make it seem like it was a normal phone call that had just happened. leading the way into the cozy space filled with the gentle glow of natural light filtering through the windows. The unfinished painting of Tommy and Lizzie stood prompt up.

Duke's eyes wandered around the room, his gaze eventually settling on the painting. "You paint?" he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice. It seemed like he has not paid to much mind to the call

"Yea i do, Thanks," I replied, i felt my face heat up. "It's a work in progress."

“"Who are those people in the painting?" Duke's voice carried a note of genuine curiosity as his gaze remained fixed on the canvas.

I turned to face the artwork, my own smile reflecting the fondness I held for the depicted characters. "That's Tommy Shelby and his wife, Lizzie Shelby, or formerly Lizzie Stark," I explained. My attention lingered on the painting as I recalled the intricate details I had carefully woven into the canvas.

"Shelby?" Duke's reaction was unmistakable – a mix of surprise and disbelief.

I met his astonished gaze with a subtle smile. "I've been creating art for the Shelbys for a while now. This isn't the first time I've 'painted' for them. I suppose they appreciate my work, do you know them?" I responded. Before Duke could ask further, I cut him off.

"Would you like something to drink?" I offered, listing the available options – whisky, rum, wine, and water. His prompt choice of water made it clear he wasn't in the mood for alcohol.

As I fetched the water and poured two glasses, “you don't drink?” the duke asked, "I drink whatever my guests prefer," I clarified, the corners of my lips curling into a knowing smile. Sipping from my own glass, I maintained a relaxed posture, ready to address his deeper concerns.

His next inquiry, laden with curiosity and a touch of worry, cut to the core of the matter. "is it true what people sayabout them (Y/n)?"

I sighed softly, the sound of my foot bouncing nervously on the ground filled the room "Duke, I dont know how much i can share but to answer your question, yes. In fact, they've reached out to me and my brothers before. When we first came to England, they extended an offer to… collaborate."

Duke's reaction was a dance of surprise and restraint, his attempts to speak yielding to a quiet contemplation. in a impulsive moment i decide to reveal a half truth. Retrieving my concealed gun and placing it on the table, I leaned in slightly, locking eyes with him.

"Duke, I'm sharing this with you because in some weird way I trust you. My brothers and I, well, our hands are dirty. We deal…. things. the shelbys have helped us out. I need you to understand the trust I'm putting in you. That call i had was a threat to me and my brothers and it's not the first either.``

Leaning back, I continued, a mischievous glint in my eye. "If you were to betray this trust, the consequences would be shitty. But I believe you won't. For some odd reason I trust you with this, and I don't know why."

Duke's expression was a blend of confusion and composed acceptance, his gaze steady as he processed my revelations. As the last drop of water quenched my thirst, I held his gaze, waiting for his response, aware that connection had just been tested and solidified in a single moment.

Duke's contemplative silence hung in the air, showing the weight of the information he had just been entrusted with. His eyes held a mixture of uncertainty and understanding of the complexities that lay beneath the surface of our interaction.

Duke finally spoke, he reached and put a hand on my sholder sligthly pulling me closer to him, leaving me to stare into his sligthly wide hazel eyes. his voice carrying a sense of respect. "I won't betray your trust (Y/n)”

I acknowledged his words with a nod, my demeanor calm and collected. Duke let go of my shoulder removing any warmth i had felt, he leaned back, his gaze shifting from the gun to my eyes. "why do you trust me? you dont know anything about me so why tell me this."

I leaned forward, a thoughtful smile playing on my lips. "im still tryna figure that out Duke. i just do thought, i dont trust easly but for you i will."

Duke's brow furrowed as he contemplated my words, in some odd way he liked that you trusted him so easily, he like how his name rolled off your tung . "So, you trust me, just like that?"

"yea, Duke," I replied rather bluntly. 

He took a moment to absorb my response before speaking again. "Um well i wont betray your trust (Y/n)”

I leaned back, mirroring his posture. "So know that you know that about me why don't you tell me about yourself."

Duke's gaze was thoughtful, and I could tell he was processing the layers of meaning behind my words. "Alright, (Y/n)."

As the evening unfolded, Duke and I got deeper into conversation, discussing our aspirations, dreams, and the intricacies of life that had shaped us. The unfinished painting of Tommy and Lizzie stood as a silent witness to our burgeoning connection, a symbol of the artistry and authenticity that had revealed so much in such a short amount of time. I only told duke the top of the iceberg when it came to me and my family but so far thats all he would need to know.

—------------------ 3hrs laters

"Man, some people just do weird ass shit," I remarked with a laugh.

Duke nodded, a grin forming on his face. " You wouldn't believe the things I've seen and heard working at those fairgrounds. Once, I was walking towards one of the tents, and I heard these two folks figthing" I chuckled, intrigued. "why?"

Duke's smile widened as he clarified, "dont know, 'parently they both after the same girl, she had been with both of em" He gestured with his hands, leaving the rest to imagination.

I took a bite of the food I had brought along and smirked. "good on her i guess, not many men would figth for a girl like that.”

Duke let out a laugh. "well i dont know (y/n) more men would figth for a woman's love thani think you realize.” 

I couldn't help but shake my head in amusement. "thats hard for me to beileve, from what ive seen with men in small heath. they'll fight over things like a glass of beer."

Duke leaned back, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I guess some people figth over shit as stupid as that, others though have more respect than to figth over beer."

“thats true,anyways speaking of small heith. one time i was there and i went into a betting shop to delivery some goods and well i shouldve knocked cause i walked in on some random guy and girl just on one of the tables fucking. I don't think they saw me so I just left.” I said while chuckling and cringing at the memory. 

As I was laughing I heard the phone ring, I had no idea who it could be. A pit of anxiety built up in my stomach as I looked at duke.

As I picked up the phone, a mixture of relief and curiosity filled me. It was Tommy Shelby on the other end.

"Hello Mr. Shelby, can I help you with anything?" I inquired, my tone respectful but tinged with curiosity.

"Good evening," his voice carried its usual air of authority. "I thought I should give you a heads-up about something. You're delivering the painting and the merchandise to my party tomorrow, correct?"

A sense of intrigue settled over me as I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Yea, that's correct."

"Good. Now, I'm aware that certain... elements will be present at the party. Oswald Mosley, for one," he continued, his voice measured.

My curiosity deepened as he mentioned Mosley's name. Oswald Mosley – a man with a reputation and connections that sent shivers down the spines of many. "Yes, I've heard of him." my tone grim 

Tommy's tone turned more serious. "I suggest you keep your distance from him, (Y/n). Mosley's got a way of getting into people's heads, and I wouldn't want you caught up in any of his schemes."

I nodded, even though he couldn't see it. "I appreciate the warning, Mr. Shelby. I'll be sure to be cautious."

"Good," he replied. "Remember, we've got business to attend to, and Mosley's not someone you want to involve yourself with."

His words held a weight that wasn't lost on me. "I understand, Mr. Shelby. I'll keep my focus on the task at hand."

"Very well. See you at there" he said, his tone returning to its usual directness.

"Thank you, Mr. Shelby. Looking forward to it," I replied before hanging up.

As I walked back to where Duke was sitting, he looked at me expectantly. "Everything alright?"

I nodded, a mixture of thoughts and emotions swirling within me. "Yeah, just a call related to the party tomorrow."

Duke raised an eyebrow. "Party? Anything exciting?"

I chuckled softly, aware of the secrecy that often surrounded the Shelby family's affairs. "You could say that. But it seems like it might be more eventful than I expected."

Duke's gaze was curious. "In a good way or a bad way?"

I met his eyes, a mixture of determination and curiosity in my expression. "Only one way to find out."

I looked at my watch to check the time, 12:00 am shit. 

“Damn its late you gotta be anywhere early tomorrow?” i asked duke

“Yea but they won't notice if I'm late, they'll probably be late because a lot of fair workers went to the pub, one of them invited me but I said no.” i smirked at what Duke just said

“Aw you decided to give up the pub to come visit me how sweet.” I said with a giggle, duke rolled his eyes, his cheeks brightening slightly with blush. I went and sat down this time next to him not to close though.

“Shut up” duke said, i just looked over at him, my eyes roaming over his face. They lingered on his lips a bit longer than they should have, I hit him on the shoulder slightly.

“Calm down man, was just joking.” i said, I giggled a bit looking ahead at the painting, my smile dimmed a bit, the eyes of Thomas Shelby were all I could see in that moment. His cold unmoving eyes that I depicted so perfectly in the painting. Lizzies eyes were light and while they had a closed off look they weren't as threatening as tommys.

“Hey duke.” i said finally turning away from the painting

“Thanks for coming to visit. I appreciate it a lot.” I said to him with a smile.

“Really? He asked if his face was hard to read but he seemed almost confused, so I smiled at him.

“Yea I missed you. I mean it duke, i know its corny as fuck but like i dont know i cant explain it.” i said my voice lowered a bit from shynes. Maybe it was because I was tired but I swear I could see him smile, not a smug smile or a mean one but a genuine smile.

“Are you always so… honest about how you feel about people (y/n)?” he asked me.

“Only with people I'm comfortable with. Anyways, do you want to stay the night or do you have somewhere to stay? "I asked him. I made sure my tone only had hospitality in it and nothing else. Duke thinks for a little, 

“I have a place to stay dont worry” he said, i nodded my head and got up and went to the kitchen to grab him some extra food, i came back and gave him it.

“Um well ill see you when i see you i guess?” i said awkwardly while he got up. We walked to the front door. I opened it and he walked outside.

“Oh also Duke, I got a place in small heath. Here's the address, i can't promise that ill always be there thought.'' I said as I handed him a note with the address. He took it and pretended to read it before placing it in his coat pocket, not wanting to revile he couldnt read.

“Thanks (Y/n), ill uh see you later and remember you can always stop by the fair its gonna be here in the area for a little.” he said, he looked away and coughed after he said that.

“Ill try it depend on how things pan out for me thought, thanks for stopping by again duke, bye.” i said before i closed the door. I slid down the door until I hit the floor, I listened till I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore.

“Shit” I said before getting up and walking upstairs. I went to bed knowing tomorrow will be something i don't think I'm prepared for.