#or he could just kick me off a balcony and break my back

[haven-of-dusk]

Also, I haven't posted about this beautiful man on here before iirc, so...let's rectify that.

And never forget that the Internet once tried to convince me he was not only NOT gorgeous, but in fact that he was unattractive.

Clearly the Internet was just jealous because...I mean look at him. You're seriously trying to say that magnificent example of manhood is unattractive? Wild. Can't relate.

[natalievoncatte]

The palm-print panel was cool under Lena’s touch. She pressed her hand to the rectangular plate next to her front door and waited for the brief moment it needed to scan her skin. The door unlocked with a meaty thump and she pushed it open with her other hand, absently checking her phone as she stepped inside. As the system scanned her biometrics, it detected stress and dimmed the lights, automatically turned on the television to an abstract screen saver with cool tones, and began to play an arrangement for a violins to soothe her nerves.

She kicked off her heels and walked barefoot into the kitchen, where she skipped the countertop wine cellar and pulled out the half-empty box of Trader Joe’s vintage that she’d taken a liking to thanks to Kara. She pours herself half a tumbler full as a silent fuck you to her mother and took a swig, then walked out into her living room to sit down in the gloom for a few minutes and think.

Supergirl was sitting on her couch, head flopped back over the back so that her hair fanned out across the white leather. She sat splayed with her knees apart and legs out, arms resting on her thighs. Lena wasn’t sure if she was awake.

As she drew closer, she caught a small gasp. Supergirl had a black eye, and there were scrapes on her cheeks and the backs of her hands, the blood barely crusted. Both her hands and her face were bruised and she had a tiny split in her lip.

Lena placed the wine on the table, nerves jangling when the bottom rattled against the pale marble from the shaking of her hand. Her heart raced as she drew closer. Supergirl had taken off her cape and draped it over the couch. It was none the worse for wear but was covered in scorch marks.

Suoergirl’s broad chest heaved once and she let out a long, pained sigh.

“Hi.”

“Hello, Supergirl.”

She let out a little laugh, wincing. “Do we need be so formal?”

“I don’t have anything else to call you,” Lena said, coolly. “Mind if I ask why you’re in my apartment?”

“You don’t lock the balcony doors. You should.”

Lena sighed and folded her arms. “I said why, not how.”

Supergirl didn’t look at her.

“I just got the snot beaten out of me. Everything hurts.”

“I didn’t think that was possible.”

How was it possible? Curiosity tugged at her, but concern shot through it, making her fidget with her hands. Lena hated fidgeting. It made her look weak, and she could still remember the pain when Lillian cracked the ruler across her knuckles to break the habit.

“Can I have some wine?”

Lena swallowed hard.

“Sure,” she said.

She went to the kitchen and poured. When she returned to the living room, Supergirl was sitting up, hunched forward and leaning on he knees. Lena started a little at the sight. Sitting that way displayed the wide, muscular set of her shoulders and arms, especially her meaty biceps. Her back was a rare sight -she wore a cape, after all- and just as exquisitely muscled.

She was looking at her hands, at the damage to her muscles. Lena offered the glass and she took it. Her fingers were warm when they brushed against Lena’s, strangely soft.

Supergirl took a long pull of wine and smacked her lips, then winced.

“It’s times like this I wish I could get drunk.”

“You can’t?”

“Not on wine and not for very long.”

“Interesting.”

“So I have a problem,” Supergirl said. She was still looking at her hands.

“And that is?”

“I have to call off work tomorrow. These will heal, and I’ll look exactly the same. I don’t get scars anymore. But they’ll be visible for a day or so.”

“I see.”

“But I have to get brunch with someone, and they’ll be able to tell. Concealer won’t do much for this.” She touched her eye, wincing.

“Wait here,” said Lena.

She came back a moment later with some wash clothes soaked in cold water on a tray. Hands still shaking a little as she placed it on the table. Tenderly, she took one of the washcloths and dabbed the back of Supergirl’s hands, cleaning away the grime and dried blood from the abrasions.

Supergirl sighed. “That feels good. Thank you.”

“May I?” said Lena.

Supergirl hesitated, doubt flashing deep within the endless depths of her blue eyes, but she turned to Lena and tilted up her chin. With shaking fingers, Lena cupped Supergirl’s face gently and used a fresh cloth to clean and cool the cut on her lip. Supergirl closed her eyes and sighed.

Lena’s eyes wandered up, to the small mark above her eye.

“You don’t scar. Did you get that on Krypton?”

“Yes. I slipped and fell when I was a little girl. You should have seen me. I bled all over.”

“Must be nice, not getting hurt anymore. Not feeling pain.”

“I still feel it.”

Lena paused.

“I feel every bullet and blow and bomb blast just like anyone would,” said Supergirl. Just because it doesn’t harm me doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt me.”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“It’s okay,” said Supergirl.

She opened her eyes -eye- and looked at Lena reverently, one pretty blue eye glittering while the other remained bruised shut. She smiled a lopsided, honest smile, looked at Lena in a dreamy, almost adoring way that-

Wait.

“Oh my God,” Lena breathed.

“Hi,” said Kara.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” Lena whispered. “Oh my God, what happened, how did this happen to you? You’re hurt!”

“I had a tough time with a very determined alien and had to worry about civilians,” said Kara. “It happens.”

Lena’s pulse raced and her breath quickened. Her gaze darted, searching and noticing every detail. She was so beautiful, and she was so Kara.

“Why now?” said Lena. “Why this time?”

“I don’t know.”

Lena bit her lip, and the tiny gesture had a noticeable impact on Kara. Her eyes widened and her gaze fell to Lena’s bottom lip, then flicked back up.

“So your brunch,” said Lena. “That was with me.”

“Yeah. I thought about cancelling but I can’t. I needed to see you now.”

Lena shifted closer on the couch, until they were hip to hip.

“Why?”

“Because I just got punched in the head by an alien with big stupid bone spurs coming out of his fist and I need to see you. I won, by the way. It was really cool. I ripped a fire hydrant out of the ground and hit him with it.”

Lena looked her up and down. Her jaw began to quiver.

“Oh God. Is it worse than it looks? Are you hurt worse than you look, Kara? Are you…”

Kara shook her head, then winced. “No. Not that bad, promise. I just…” she sighed. “I’m tired of going to lay on a sunbed and going back to my empty apartment and spend a sick day napping on the couch.”

Lena let out a slow breath. “So you came to see me.”

“Yuuup,” Kara said, slowly.

Lena shifted awkwardly in her seat. Kara slowly reached over with her now clean hand and curled her fingers around Lena’s chin.

“Lena?” she whispered. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

Kara turned and leaned into her, pressing the slightest, lightest kiss to Lena’s lips, not a quick peck but something slow and soft, warm and inviting.

“Ow,” Kara muttered.

“Kara,” Lena whispered.

“I have any idea. Since I can’t make brunch… how about breakfast?”

Lena leaned against her, gently draping her arms around her as they fell back into the soft cushions together.

“Okay.”

[getonite]

i've been busy the whole day, so i just now got around to watching s4 ep2 of black butler, and i—

hit me with it.

why do you look like a kicked puppy? my pussy's right here to make u feel better!!!

fuck me.

just go ahead and take the thing off for me hm?

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

IDC HOW BASIC THIS TROPE IS, RAIL ME IN THE CONFESSIONAL RN. RIGHT. NOW. MY PUSSY IS WET AND READY FOR DEMON DICK.

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony,vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling.teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, ip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.

I NEED HIM!!

+ bonus, a pretty boy

[smooth-perceval]

A holiday promise.

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: it was Christmas time- unfortunately for the reader she wasn’t feeling the spirit when her boyfriend was being distant, little did she know he had a promise for her.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing? Some self doubt. Implied smut at the end but no smut included!

Key: Y/N (Your name) Y/L/N (Your Last name)

Word count: 1094

A/N: The longest I have written (for 12 day count down) andddd we’re posting 40 mins earlier so technically I posted a day early but we won’t discuss that 🥲

Lando had been different lately, I don’t know what I done- but it’s like he didn’t want to be around me… or he had a secret he was keeping from me.

And like any girl I doubted myself- and maybe him a little… there was days that he was my lando and there was days where I didn’t even know he existed.

—

The days were rounding closer, and closer to Christmas Day, and I clasped onto the fine strings of my heart that this guy would stay around at least for Christmas…

I mean we share the same apartment but yet felt like two strangers… and I miss him- today I declared I was sitting my lando down and getting our shit together- today was the make or break.

Taking a deep breath I braced myself for the conversation ahead of me. Stepping into our apartment I kicked my shoes off and tugged my coat along with it. “Lan you home?”

Silence… until I heard a little thud from down the hall. Signalling he was but just ignoring me.

“Lan… if you scare me… I swear to the heavens I will leave your ass quicker than a McLaren pit stop!” Shoulders tensed I round the corner, pausing in my step.

“Lan?” Eyes trailing over the fake snow along our hallway floor. “Did you decorate without me?!” A gasp falling off my lips, I practically stomped down the hallway.

“You promised you wouldn’t!!”

“I hate talking to myself right now.”

“Lando Norris we need to-”

There he stood infront of the tall glass balcony doors, candles surrounding the entire lounge, the fake snow scattered around on the floor… clearly he ran out of snow half way through but it still looked magical, a mixture of the moon and the candles bouncing off his face. He looked pretty.

“Need to what?” A teasing smile was on his face, and I finally took in his appearance.

A plain black top and some joggers, pure white socks (with a lot of fake snow stuck to him but we won’t talk about that) and a small velvet box in hand.

“Needed to talk… what is going on- is this what I think this is?” My eyes welled with tears as I stood in the doorway slightly.

4 meters away from him and out of touch.

“What do you think this is?” My hand clasped over my mouth as I violently shook my head. “Words, use your words bubs.”

Silent tears fell on my cheeks as my hands slid down soothing my churning stomach. “You want to get married?” Whispering over to him, I embraced my arms around myself trying to stop the excitement and butterflies.

“Once I ask you then yes.” Laughing a little he nudged his head signalling for me to come over.

But I couldn’t move I was stuck in place. The only thing I could do was ball like a baby, Lando rushed over having a little giggle to himself wiping away my tears with his thumbs as best as possible, “hey, hey… it’s okay-” tilting my head back slightly, his eyes board into mine before dropping to one knee.

“Oh my-” sniffling I looked up at the ceiling before finding the courage to looked down at him, body still shaking like a leaf.

“You always said you didn’t want some huge proposal… said you preferred it being more intimate, nothing out the crazy- just two people declaring their love for one and another.” Nodding my head to everything he was saying I felt myself laugh a little. “You’re not the guy to do some huge proposal anyways.”

“Do you want me to ask you orrr?” A teasing smile crept back to his face, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Please ask me.”

After a brief pause, us both stopping the little giggles, he then took another deep breath before continuing. “Well here I am, down on one knee declaring to love and care for you for as long as you want me, hopefully till death do us part.” Laughing again a little he then shuffled slightly on his knee.

A choked laugh left my lips- but I couldn’t control myself from being a blubbering mess, sinking down to my knees infront of him, gripping his kneeled knee for security and support. “Y/N Y/L/N will you marry me?” And I froze once again.

Just staring at the man I love… this was all the reasons why for the last few months- it was all leading to this… I thought he’d leave me before Christmas… but yet here he was asking to love me.

“You really want to marry me?” Smiling at him, I squeezed his knee holding back another weep.

“It would be my honour.”

“Then yes Lando Norris, I will marry you.”

His eyes widen slightly, it took him a moment to realise what answer I had given. Before he sprung into action. I say sprung, we both watched his shaky hands take the beautiful ring out, before taking my hand in his and placing it on my finger. And only then did it feel real- it was a weird sensation, once that ring was on my finger it was like a wave of relief, love, security- everything washed over me.

In a split second his lips were on mine, eager yet tender- urgent yet full of love… business men share handshakes to secure a deal- lovers share sweet kisses to secure theirs, it was a sealed deal between me and Lando- for better for worse, till death do us part.

“I thought you were going to leave me…” mumbling against his lips, a little smile playing on mine.

“How could I ever.”

“I’ve been asking myself that continuously the past month, I didn’t believe you would.” Whispering feverishly lips now barely brushing as we pulled away. Leaning back we both basked in each others presence.

“Oh my camera!” Jumping up he quickly ran across the room, kicking snow everywhere.

“You recorded this?” A wide smile was on my face as I started to get up off the floor.

“Max didn’t believe I’d do it. I now have proof.”

Rolling my eyes I moved over to him as he toyed with the camera in hand. “Remind me why I said yes.”

“I can show you instead…” wiggling his brows at me I shook my head giggling.

“Please leave the camera in this room-” laughing also he set the camera down wrapping me up in his arms before whisking me away- sealing our holiday promise another way.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I'm taking a break from my regularly scheduled fic to bring you this awkward and silly ficlet.

Robin loves Eddie, much like an annoying younger sister would, and she wanted to get him this really awesome ring for his birthday. She supposed she could have asked him for his ring size, but then that would have been too easy. So, she's here with Steve, in Eddie's new bedroom, to steal one of his rings.

"I feel like there are other ways to do this," Steve said.

"This is my plan," Robin said. "Shh!"

"There's no one here, Robin," Steve hissed. "This is so stupid. Hurry."

"I'm trying. He doesn't keep his rings in a jewelry box like a normal person," Robin said.

"Would you really want Eddie to be normal?" Steve asked.

"Nah," she said, smiling fondly. "I love that weirdo."

Suddenly, there was the sound of van tires squealing out side.

"Oh, fuck!" Robin cursed.

"Hurry it up!" Steve said, snapping his fingers.

The sound of Eddie making his way up the stairs heightened their panic.

"Fuck!" Eddie cursed and they jumped. "I forgot my pretzels."

The sound of him leaving caused them to sigh in relief. Steve motioned for her to hurry up. Robin let out a quiet screech when they heard the sounds of his footsteps. She raised her hands when she found the ring, and she rushed to Eddie's little balcony that was just outside his window. Steve followed her.

"No!" She whispered. "There's no room! Hide in the closet!"

"Why don't you hide in the closet?" Steve hissed at her.

"Oh, yeah, a lesbian in a closet? Very funny, Steve," Robin hissed.

"Actually, there's something that I wanted to tell you about me - ," Steve started to say.

"No time," she said and closed the window, catching Steve’s shirt in the process.

He tugged and tugged, but it wouldn't budge. Robin couldn't get the window back open. Meanwhile, Eddie's footsteps were getting closer.

"Robin!"

"Just slip out of your shirt, close the curtains, and hide in the closet!" Robin

Steve cursed at her, slipped out of his shirt, and closed the curtains. Meanwhile, Robin was balanced on this very small balcony. Did they really have to give the Munsons a two story house? She could hear the sound of Eddie coming into the bedroom, struggling to carry what sounds like several bags of pretzels. She rolled her eyes when she heard him toss them on his bed.

"Now, to work on my campaign," Eddie said and cackled until a loud sneeze came from his closet. "Okay. . .but wait, now I have to kick the shit out of whoever is hiding in the closet. Bet it's Dustin, always trying to sneak a peak at my notes - Oh helloooo, big boy. You know, my birthday isn't for another couple of weeks."

"I know, I got excited. I wanted to give you your gift early," Steve said.

"Well, happy birthday to me. Correct me if I'm wrong, but is my birthday gift you?" Eddie asked.

Robin's eyes widened. No fucking way.

". . .yes."

Oh, holy shit. That's what Steve had been trying to tell her, and she. . . She practically shoved him into a fucking closet. Jesus. Suddenly, she heard the sound of loud moaning. Oh, they were kissing. Oh, she hoped they were kissing. Shit, she was going to have to listen to this, wasn't she? She was going to have to listen as her best friend lost his guy virginity. The sound of the pretzels being pushed off the bed made her wince. She was screwed, just like Steve was about to be.

"Wait, Eddie," Steve said. "You should know that you're the first guy that I've been with ever. Until I met you, I didn't even know I could like guys. I thought it was one or the other. I never thought it could be both."

Oh, Steve. Robin held a hand to her mouth, struggling not to say anything.

"Baby, I promise to be as gentle with you as you want me to be," Eddie said.

"The thing is that I think I got so excited about being with you that I think I forgot to be nervous. Now, I'm nervous and worried that I'm going to screw things up. In the past, I kind of rushed it in this department, and I just . . . ," Steve said.

"Want to take things slow?" Eddie asked in amusement. "Of course, I'll take anything that you can give me. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I love you, silly," Eddie said.

"I love you too, Eddie," Steve said, and she could tell her friend's voice was thick with emotion.

Tears filled her eyes. Fuck. She loved Eddie even more now.

"You just have to have to answer me one thing," Eddie said. "Why is your shirt hanging in the window? You didn't close the curtains all the way."

"Uh, I got nervous and panicked, then my shirt got stuck," Steve replied.

"Oh, yeah, that window is tricky. I have been meaning to fix it," Eddie said. "Let me get that."

"Wait!"

Robin froze, eyes wide as she heard Eddie come close to the window. A moment later, the window was opened, and Steve’s shirt was free.

'Tada!" Eddie exclaimed and then popped his head out the window. "Oh, hey, Robin."

He pulled his head back in again. There was a pause, and then Eddie's head was out the window once more. He stared at her, blinking.

"Coo! Coo!" Robin panicked.

[mixelation]

oh here's some toxicity (reborn au au). it's torito u_u

In another world, the assurance that Itachi would never leave her behind would be enough for Tori. She would find it comforting. She would move on. 

In this world, she really didn’t see why violent revenge couldn’t be her solution. 

“If you’re so mad about it,” Obito drawled at her, “just kill him yourself.”

Obito had thrown himself lazily over the armchair in the corner of her room, right on top of a pair of pants and a sweater she’d worn once and wanted to wear again before she washed them. The chair didn’t match anything else in the room, but it was comfortable. Obito had put it there himself, rescued from an Uchiha elder’s house after they’d died. 

(Of natural causes, he’d assured her.)

He was the primary person who ever sat in it, besides Tori’s laundry. He did it with the lazy decadence of a king in his throne. 

Tori, cross-legged on her bed, pouted back at him. The point wasn’t really that someone killed that guy. It was the intense loyalty the act would mean for her. Had Obito and Minato not both slaughtered absurd numbers of people in an act of love? She wanted that. She wanted someone who liked her like that. 

Would it be bad to break up with her fake-boyfriend if he wouldn’t real-murder for her…?

She had no idea how to explain all this to Obito without sounding completely unhinged. Instead she said, “I’d kill someone for Itachi.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Obito countered immediately. 

“I killed Danzo for him,” Tori said. 

“No,” Obito said, rolling his ankle in the air. He twirled a finger at her. “You convinced Danzo to do something stupid that got him killed because you get off on leading people to their doom.”

Tori pouted some more. 

“I’m glad sensei backed you up,” Obito said eventually, carefully not looking directly at her. His legs were over one arm of the chair, and he rolled an ankle in a loose circle. “You’re okay, right? Besides your unquenchable thirst for vengeance?” 

A sly smile cracked over Tori’s lips. He had shown up the second she was finally in her own home. 

“Aaaw,” she cooed. “Were you worried about me?”

Obito rolled his eyes and finally looked at her. “I just think if you get any more traumatized, you might actually figure out how to destroy the world. It’s the natural escalation of things.”

“You would know,” Tori replied. She unfolded her legs and scooted forward to sit on the edge of the bed closest to him. “Hey, Itachi spent the night the first night.”

Obito frowned at her. “What, you need a babysitter?”

“You could sit outside on the balcony like a gargoyle,” Tori replied. “Bark at passers by. You know.”

“Oooh,” Obito replied, dipping his head back as he leaned into the joke. “Oh, yeah, I could guard the whole apartment. My poor partner was traumatized, after all. I’ll keep anyone from coming in and bothering you. I’ll set up traps and chase your neighbors off. Maybe put up a blockade in the road.”

“Deidara will love this,” Tori said. 

“Deidara is one of the people I’m chasing away,” Obito replied smartly. 

They joked. They talked about silly, unimportant things. Tori watched Obito intently as they chatted. She liked seeing him like this, she thought. Obito was fun when he was relaxed and just fucking around. 

He looked good too, she decided. She missed the mask, but Obito definitely had a nice face. He had the pretty Uchiha cheekbones and a strong jaw, and the messy dark hair worked on him. Plus, he was tall and broad-shouldered and well-muscled and… hmm. 

Hmm. 

Obito started absentmindedly doing little kicks with his feet like a school girl while he groused about how much of the block he could get Deidara to blow up, just by being annoying. 

Tori decided to change her strategy. 

xXx

“I decided I want to break up,” Tori told Itachi. 

“Oh,” Itachi said, frowning down at her. “Why? I’m amenable to making changes.”

Tori shook her head. 

“I don’t mind helping you, or hanging out with you on dates,” she said. “But I realized this arrangement means I can’t pursue my own romantic interests.”

“Ah,” Itachi said. “I didn’t realize you had those.”

Neither did I, Tori thought. 

She nodded and waited to see if Itachi would say more. Maybe he would offer to murder or beat up the person she was interested in. That might make her stay. 

“I suppose that’s reasonable,” Itachi said after a beat. “Thank you for helping me. Would you mind if I said I was too heartbroken to date for a while?”

“Um,” Tori replied. “Maybe we should say we decided we’d be better as friends so we don’t mess that up, and you can say you want time to think about what you want out of a dating partner.” 

Itachi nodded thoughtfully and continued to not offer to kill for her. 

Oh well. She tried. 

xXx

When Obito jimmied open her window, Tori looked up from her desk like she’d been expecting him. Which, she probably was. Obito loved gossip. 

He flopped directly from the window sill into his chair and steepled his fingers. 

“So,” he said. He leered at her, lips pulling back from his teeth. “Did you break Itachi’s heart? Did he break yours? Tell me everything.”

Tori rolled her eyes and pushed her chair back from her desk. Instead of the usual sweatpants she preferred when just sitting around her room, she was wearing one of her little sundresses. She brushed her hair over her shoulder as she eyed him. 

“I decided I might want to pursue my own interests,” she said bluntly. 

Obito raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” he said. “Found some other sucker to sic on your enemies? Teenaged romances are so dramatic nowadays.”

Tori stood.

“I think that’s part of the problem,” she said. “I’m not really a teenager, am I?”

She ran her hands through the signs for a henge, and then a twenty year old Tori was standing in front of him. It was a better aging up than most teens could manage– Tori, after all, had once been physically an adult. She knew the subtleties of her own face and how her body would change with age. 

“Interesting strategy,” Obito said, unsure where this was going. Was she planning to use a henge to seduce someone older? Was Itachi about to lose to some two-bit chump who liked women in short skirts just because they’d agree to murder some other two-bit chump for Tori? That would be hilarious. 

Tori took a step towards him, and then another. She got close enough that the hem of her skirt brushed against his knee, and Obito suddenly realized that Tori’s skirt was quite short, wasn’t it?

“I decided I wanted to pursue more… adult interests,” Tori said, and then suddenly she was in his lap. 

“Wait,” Obito said, voice cracking. “Tori, what are you doing?”

Her hand went over his chin, her thumb and fingers squeezing his cheeks. Obito found this did alarming things to his insides. 

“Have I told you how much prettier your face is than it should be?” Tori said. Her thumb moved up and down his right cheek. “How about you let me mess it up again, and I’ll help you put your eye in Kakashi’s head?”

“What?” Obito full-on squeaked. 

He could overpower her and push her off. He didn’t. He felt frozen, transfixed by her eyes, dark and heavy as she looked at him. 

His heart pounded away in his chest. This was ridiculous, though. This was just Tori. She was probably angling to trick him into letting her store lab supplies in kamui or something. 

Then why the henge? He thought. Tori wasn’t above flirting to get what she wanted, but it was rarely her first choice strategy. He had no idea why it would be her strategy with him. 

The henge is the problem, he decided, hands sweaty. Sixteen year old Tori wasn’t hot. She just wasn’t; she was a teenager. He didn’t… he didn’t remember ever thinking adult Tori was all that hot either, but she’d never crawled into his lap. Maybe it was just the nostalgia this was calling up for him. Or maybe any pretty woman could get this reaction out of him. 

Pretty? No, fuck– well. Either way. He could just get rid of the henge. 

“No, stop that,” Tori said when he activated his sharingan. Her hand immediately went over his eyes. This did even more alarming things to his insides. 

“Oh, because the sharingan is so easily stopped,” Obito heard himself drawl back at her. 

His hands were gripping the arms of his chair instead of stopping her. This was bad. Many abilities of the sharingan could not be stopped simply by covering it, but covering it sure did stop him from seeing unsexy, henge-free Tori. 

He felt her shift, leaning forward. Her hair tickled his cheek and he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. When she spoke, he felt her breath on his lips. 

“Then stop me, if you want to,” she said. 

Obito gripped the chair harder. Tori shifted again, her hand staying over his eyes. She pressed her lips against his. 

I am going to stop this, Obito thought, and then instead kissed her back. 

Obito had only ever kissed Rin before, which had been weird and also terrible. This was also weird and terrible, but in a way where he didn’t want it to stop. Tori was familiar. She knew about the absolute darkest parts of him, and he wasn’t entirely convinced she wouldn’t murder him if given the chance. But she did know him, from his favorite bad jokes to his stint as a super villain. 

She broke the kiss first. 

“Are you going to be a good boy now?” she asked. 

It was embarrassing that he found her wording hot. 

“For you? Always,” he replied. 

She removed her hand from his eyes. He deactivated the sharingan, studying her face. He set his hands and her hips and then trailed them up her waist, and he watched as she bit her bottom lip in response. He liked that. 

There was no way she was doing this if she didn’t want something. Unfortunately, her method had worked in that he did now very much want to give it to her. But what would Tori want…?

“So you want that guy killed?” Obito asked. 

Tori’s eyes lit up. It was… extremely cute. Fuck.

[beesays]

I thought I had left writing fanfic back in my early tumblr days but here we go again (It’s been like, 12 years so let me down gently…)

Patiently waiting for my ao3 invite because these stupid fae won’t leave my brain alone. Anyway, enjoy a short bit of Modern AU Elucien in the meantime I guess.

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“Oh, for God’s sake, Luc-“ A surprised squeal escaped Elain’s mouth as Lucien’s found purchase against hers, cutting off whatever it was she was about to chastise him for, hands gripping at his shirt. Lucien could hardly keep the smile from his mouth as he kissed her into their hotel room, kicking the door shut behind them. 

They had only arrived in Paris a few hours ago and yet the scent of freshly baked bread had soaked itself into Elain’s golden curls, and Lucien could still taste the sweet wine on her tongue as she parted her lips, allowing him to sweep his tongue against hers. A soft groan escaped him as she tangled her hands into his hair, allowing it to tumble onto his shoulders as the hair tie that had held it came free. 

Pulling her closer, Lucien let his hands slip up under her shirt to roam against the warmth of her sun-kissed skin and a peel of laughter broke their kiss at his feather light touch against her sides sent her squirming out of his reach. 

“You’re absolutely impossible, Mr. Vanserra” Elain teased, her smirk sending shivers down his spine as she sauntered her way out onto the small balcony. Or maybe it was the way his name sounded from her lips. 

“I beg to differ” He replied with a smirk of his own. 

As if pulled by some invisible leash, Lucien followed Elain onto the balcony pressing himself against her back as he wrapped her into his arms. The soft breeze was a welcome relief from the hot summer day and it played at her hair, the soft strands tickling his jaw as he placed a kiss behind her ear. Closing his eyes, he let the sounds of the street below take over.

Lucien  wasn’t sure when it had happened, falling in love with her. 

Maybe it had been hearing her voice over the phone, keeping him company while hundreds of miles away at university. Maybe it had been the way she grasped at him as he’d pinned her against the kitchen counter while she attempted to bake. Maybe it was the quiet moments in between… Maybe it was when he’d first laid eyes on her. 

“Where’d you go?” Elain’s whisper brought him back to reality, her fingers lacing with his to drag their hands down the cotton of her loose top only to slide them underneath, her skin warm against his palms. Lucien sighed, pushing his hips against her backside, his arousal evident against her. Pulling her fingers from his, Elain turned her head, her mouth hot against his own in a needy kiss, gripping his wrist to push his fingertips just under the top of her denim shorts. 

Lucien couldn’t help the groan that escaped him, his hand sliding further into her shorts, breaking the kiss with an amused smile.

”Someone might see…” He whispered against her lips, his words almost meaningless as his fingers dipped to run against her warmth above the silk of her panties,

”So let them.”

[onthat611beat]

꒰ 🍰 ꒱꒱  ꣑୧ 7 𝒱AMP 𝓑ROTHERS X 𝒴OU ? !

𝓐KA .. 𝓓ARK 𝓜OON 𝓑OYS 𝓐S 𝒴OUR 𝓑FS !!

𝓗ELI

♥︎ The sweetest boyfriend ever.. have you seen the way he treats Sooha?

♥︎ Always exhausted after nightball practice but still makes a beeline for your dorm to hang out, help you with your homework.. and if you’re tired too, he’ll just give you the answers :P

♥︎ As calm and mature as Heli seems, he’s honestly a little puppy-like, always following you around, even if you don’t have classes together.

↳ Heli’s hands gently stroked your hair, running the soft strands through his fingers. He particularly loved when you wore your hair down, because it was easier for him to play with it. Truth be told, he felt at ease when he was with you. Heli forgot his schedule when he was with you as well, which is why he was shocked when you suddenly stopped and turned to stare at him.

“Ah.. what is it, princess?”

“Isn’t your class that way?”

♥︎ oh.. he loves calling you princess. if you know the lore, it’s not because you were a princess in your past life or something like my opp Sooha. he just finds it a cute nickname !!

♥︎ don’t be surprised when he suddenly starts showing up in all of your classes, by the way. it’s not like he threatened the teachers to switch him to your classes.

(the other 6 are under the cut!)

𝓙AAN

♥︎ since jaan is a lot like jay, i think he’d act a lot like him

♥︎ he always gives you his jacket, even when it’s hot out. he claims it’s so that no weirdos try and ask you out, but really in all honesty, his heart swells with pride seeing you in his clothes.

♥︎ holds your hand at every given opportunity. he just loves you sm!!

♥︎ possessive, not in the stereotypical “touch her and i’ll kill you 🐺🐺🐺⛓️⛓️🥀” type of way (well maybe in his head) but more of a “yeah she has a boyfriend. 😐” type of way.

↳ “Do you ever get dress coded for not having your jacket?” You suddenly blurted out. Jaan, who had been sitting next to you, seemed caught off guard by the question.

“Well, no, not really. But I’m sure you know that my brothers and I are favored around Decelis, even by the teachers.” He responded, although looking to the side as he talked, as if attempting to recall any memories he could relay to you. Afterwards, though, he cracked a grin, taking one hand and gently ruffling your hair. “But even if I did, I wouldn’t mind. You’re worth more to me than a good school record.”

♥︎ pats your head a looot. even if you’re taller than him. plus….. he coddles you so much. you can do no wrong in his eyes.

𝓙INO

♥︎ very reckless. loves you so much.

♥︎ loves when you come to watch him practice, will do stupid and risky moves just to impress you, even if he ends up falling flat on his face.

♥︎ breaks rules all the time just to be with you!!

♥︎ comes to class with you and will sit in your partner’s seat even if that person has to move

♥︎ hops onto your dorm’s balcony late at night to hang out with you, pounds on your door and makes you groan loudly and shove your head into your pillow bc YOU WANNA SLEEP !!!!

↳ “Um.. Jino?” Your boyfriend turned to look at you, green eyes glistening as he gave you his full attention. “Don’t you have history right now?” You addressed the elephant in the room: the fact that Jino had kicked out the boy that usually sat next to you without any remorse.

“Yeah, I do.” He sat back and nodded, giving you a serious and non-apologetic stare, as if he was waiting for you to try him.

“.. Nevermind..” You felt a slight chill go down your spine, and just looked away. Maybe it was better to just not say anything at all.

𝓢OLON

♥︎ oh boy

♥︎ tsundere … usually i don’t use that word but we’ve all read the webtoon.

♥︎ was shellshocked when you confessed bc he’s always so aloof and mean!! but he didn’t complain .. and he’s the same way as your bf

♥︎ “i didn’t try and walk with you! i just have a class over here.” meanwhile his class is in another building

♥︎ is actually so sweet and doting, but all of that is hidden behind his shy and standoffish demeanor. he’s such a sweetie though..

↳ “Ki—wait—kiss you? I— I.. “ Solon stuttered, blood rushing to his pale face, flushing it red. You stood there in front of him, tapping your lips expectantly. Was a goodbye kiss before classes started such a tall order? You pouted, and Solon tried to reason: “You.. you can’t just ..”

Getting impatient, you stood on your toes and grabbed Solon’s face without warning, pressing your lips onto his. He froze up for a moment, but let his hands fall down and find your waist. Solon was sweet, you just had to give him a little push to make him act like it.

𝓢HION

♥︎ oh boy x2

♥︎ if you thought heli was clingy, wait until you meet shion

♥︎ pouts and will even cry if you don’t hang out with him in between classes

♥︎ i talked about confessing for solon: for shion, he didn’t even confess, just kissed you one day in front of everyone while you were walking to math

♥︎ is so delusional, holds hands with you as he skips down the hallway with you walking behind him, a little embarrassed at how he just cuts through people

♥︎ wants to get married and have kids 💔

↳ “.. Shion, what is this?” You deadpanned as your boyfriend dragged you into a seemingly expensive store. Okay.. you had to admit that you felt a bit bad for saying that: his eyes shined so prettily that you couldn’t say no. With a sigh, you just let him drag you through the doors. Shion immediately tapped his finger on one of the displays.

“Give me your hand..” He gave you puppy eyes, but you replied with an almost warning tone. “Shion..” But he was just too convincing.

With a sigh, you let his hand wrap around your wrist, pressing it against the display case so he could imagine it.

“What are you doing?”

“Just wondering if this ring would fit you.”

♥︎ you thought the marriage thing was just a small headcanon? nope. you two will get married, shion won’t settle for anything else.

𝓙AKAH

♥︎ jakah, like jungwon, would definitely be very chivalrous.

♥︎ suuuch a gentleman!!

♥︎ buys you huge bouquets, pays for your lunch—he’ll even give you his nightball uniform. smiles and brags to his brothers when you walk around in his shirt.

↳ “Hey, hey Jino. You see her?” Jakah nudged his brother with his elbow, pointing at you, who was talking to Heli. The red-haired boy narrowed his eyes, scanning the long-sleeved shirt that was likely a gift that Jakah was about to brag about to him. It read: JAKAH 4 — DECELIS ACADEMY.

“Yeah, yeah, I see it.” Jino grumbled. He looked away, but Jakah pointed again, obviously excited.

“I gave it to her—are you looking?”

Jino let out a groan. Jakah was so affectionate towards you that it was annoying.

♥︎ jakah is also huge on physical touch. he always has an arm wrapped around your shoulder at the least — and he’ll carry you around bridal style at the most. even if you get embarrassed, he’ll only laugh and comment how cute you are when you hide your face in his chest.

♥︎ just like in the webtoon, takes your safety super seriously. you can’t go anywhere alone, especially since (non-sentient) vampires are so rampant .. jakah just can’t take the risk.

^ think of that time when heli said, “[…] i can’t leave sooha’s safety up to chance.”

𝓝OA

♥︎ really aloof, but unlike solon, he isn’t a tsundere type. actually—noa is that type that’s cold to everyone except for you.

♥︎ like jakah, he’s big on physical touch but it’s more natural.. and more subtle. holds hands with you wherever you two go, has an arm wrapped around your waist in public..

♥︎ you thought i’d make a fanfic without someone’s hair being played with ?? nope. noa always invites you over for sleepovers.. loves playing with your hair as you sleep on his chest <3 sings you to sleep until you’re softly snoring on top of him.

↳ “… It’s like a po-oh-oh-laroid love, s—ah..” Noa’s voice faltered and came to a stop. After only a few minutes of singing to you, your eyes had shut, and you’d fallen asleep on top of his chest .. once again. Your cheek was squished against him, head slightly rising and falling as his chest did. Noa found you adorable.

Small grin forming on his face, Noa reached out—carefully, so carefully—to gently stroke your hair, fingers weaving through the strands, cautious to not wake you. He loves nights like this — it made his heart swell with affection just from being able to hold you like this. These were moments that made him realize how genuinely in love he was with you.

𝓣AGS ノ @strxwberriiwithchocolate @superjellyfishhat ask 2 join !

a/n : i revised some small details 9/22/24 !!

[heliads]

So happy that you added top gun maverick to your fandom list. If you’re up for it could you do a Rooster x reader enemies to lovers where he’s in love with her but doesn’t want to get attached to anyone cause what happened to his dad and his repressed feelings manifest as him teasing and picking on her. She takes it like a champ and throws it right back at him (which only makes him fall for her more). One day she gets hurt (she can be another pilot or something else if you’d prefer) and she’s expecting him to make fun of her for fucking up but instead he’s very serious about taking care of her. Then they both confess their feelings for each other.

i am always up for top gun

masterlist

y/c means your callsign btw

In a world as crazy as that of the US Navy pilots, you’ve learned to treasure the brief moments of peace. They come few and far between, usually overshadowed by missions of great calamity. Those you can find, though, are certainly wonderful indeed. 

You’re in the midst of one of such instances of tranquility now, staring over the railing of a balcony high up in one of the administrative buildings. It offers you a beautiful view of the ocean, which is not too far off in the distance. It’s just you and your best friend Phoenix. Also the pilot you hate most of all briskly walking your way. 

Rooster. 

No. 

Thus another blissful moment is ruined. You turn to Natasha with a look of utter horror, and she has to clap a hand over her mouth to stop from breaking out in laughter. You glance around for a chance to flee, but Bradshaw’s too close, there’s nothing you can do but face him.

His footsteps stop behind you, and your knuckles tighten on the balcony railing. “Rooster. How wonderful of you to ruin my morning.”

You don’t have to look behind you to know that Rooster’s fixing you with the same smug grin he always seems to wear whenever you’re around. “Y/C. Still searching for ways to be faster than me? I admit, the ocean is pretty big and beautiful and all that, but it still might not be deep enough to hold all the secrets you’d need to beat my records.”

You snort. “A puddle would hold all the secrets I’d need to beat you. I already do that.”

You turn around at last, and Bradley folds his arms across his chest, the perfect picture of military indignation. “Is that so?” He asks slowly, “because I seem to remember Maverick struggling way more to take me out yesterday morning than he did for you.”

“I recall it being the opposite that afternoon,” you reply. “I wouldn’t blame you for having a bad memory, though. You’re bad at everything.”

By your side, Phoenix makes a choking sound that’s most likely her trying to disguise another laugh. “Keep it down, you guys. We only get one morning off from practice, and I’m trying to enjoy it without the constant sound of you two sniping at each other.”

“You don’t have to worry about Rooster sniping at me,” you say pleasantly, “he’d never hit. Just like in a plane.”

You think you see Rooster’s jaw drop, just a little. “So not true. I’d kick your ass in a dogfight any day if Maverick would let us fight each other instead of him.”

You arch a brow. “Then how about you ask him to let us fight? You’re close to him, aren’t you? Go use your advantage for an actual result instead of just trying to get a better showing than me. At least that’s a reasonable goal.”

Bradley scoffs. “That so? I think you’d go down in about half a second.”

“Not a chance,” you declare, “I’d have you in my sights in less time than it takes you to do a roll.”

“Prove it,” Rooster says, “I’d hate to think you’re just talk.”

During the course of the conversation/expressions of deep hatred, you and Bradley have slowly gravitated towards each other, unconsciously taking a step forward in an attempt to get the upper hand. Right now, the two of you are practically breathing down each other’s shirts, neither willing to back down first.

It takes Natasha sighing exasperatedly and shoving the two of you apart for the situation to ease. “Back off, you two. Is it possible for you to stop fighting for two seconds? You’re worse than Hangman.”

You chuckle. “That’s a pretty terrible comparison. Alright, Nat, let’s go somewhere with a better view. I’m getting tired of this one at the moment.”

You widen your eyes in mock horror as you say it, and Rooster rolls his eyes. Ignoring him, you link your arm around Phoenix’s and lead her away. 

Natasha starts grinning once Bradley is out of earshot. “You guys are insane, you know that? At some point, you’re going to have to stop flirting with each other and actually go get drinks or something.”

You nearly choke on your own indignation. “Flirting? Natasha Trace, you must be out of your mind. I’m not flirting in the slightest.”

“You must be serious, you’re using my full name,” Phoenix muses, “but you’re wrong. You guys have more tension than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “tension because we hate each other. Bad tension.”

“Good tension,” she argues, “because you love each other dearly.”

You shove her on the shoulder, but the action only serves to make Natasha’s smile broaden. “You can’t say anything to convince me otherwise,” she reminds you, “I know what I see.”

You roll your eyes. “You might have to get your vision checked if you’re that blind.”

Despite your comebacks, you can’t be annoyed with Phoenix forever, even if she’s way off in her predictions of what is to come between you and Rooster. She’s your best friend, both among the pilots and outside of work.

That’s why she must know better than to think that you and Bradley would ever be interested in each other that way. First of all, Rooster would never allow that to happen, your own feelings be damned. He’s been a lone wolf since day one. Sure, he’ll talk to his friends, and get drinks with a big crowd just like anyone else, but he’s not looking for anyone closer than a buddy from work. That much is certain.

There are rumors, of course, about why that would be. Some whisper that Bradley lost his father in an airplane crash and so he refuses to let himself get attached to any one pilot out of fear of history repeating itself. Others say that he’s so competitive about getting the top result that he wouldn’t want to weaken himself by tying himself to another pilot.

Regardless, you know one thing for sure:  Rooster is not the kind of person to fall for you. Ever. From the moment he met you, Bradley’s been teasing you nonstop. The two of you engage in verbal warfare every time you’re stuck in a room together for longer than a minute. During aerial practice, the two of you risk your necks to outdo each other, and back on solid ground, you’re firing comebacks at each other like missiles.

Thus, the force of Bradley’s obstinance alone could thwart any idea of yours. There are no ideas of yours, though, none in the slightest. Rooster is a thorn in your side, a too-clever piece trying to stop you from crossing the chess board and beating him once and for all. If you have ever looked at him with different eyes, ones that shine instead of glare, that must be blamed on too many drinks or too many late nights. Anything else would be traitorous.

So, you turn your focus towards doing better, always doing better. Maverick’s demands for his selected group of pilots are a hair short of perfection; seeing as you’re one of them, you have to cross that line, be flawless as no other fighter pilot can be. You are the best of the best, but you must prove it every single time you crawl into your cockpit.

Maybe that’s why you end up pushing harder than you should during daily practice. Maybe that’s why you ignore every warning thrown your way that you’re going to get in trouble. In the end, you do, but not over a disciplinary violation. Instead, the danger headed your way is physical.

You didn’t crash. You feel like that should be stated another dozen times. Your plane was never impacted, nor was anyone harmed. The whole thing happened so quickly that you’d swear it was just a figment of your imagination were it not for the radio logs played over and over again, showing just what you did.

More specifically, the comms show what you didn’t do, and that was stay conscious during the flight. You’ve been burning the candle at both ends just trying to keep your place ahead of the other pilots, and it’s finally slowing you down instead of speeding you up. You were coming out of a sharp dive when the exhaustion took its toll.

You passed out then and there. Maverick’s shouting over your comms didn’t do anything to wake you up. Your eyes opened when you were far below the hard deck, plummeting towards the ground. It took every bit of skill in you to pull the nose of your plane up and save yourself from fiery impact.

Even after you landed, your trouble wasn’t over. You barely managed to climb out of the cockpit before you were passing out again, tumbling over the edge of the plane and falling towards the hard ground below. Your head would have struck the concrete if it weren’t for someone managing to catch you, and of all the people to be your savior, it was Rooster.

That still bewilders you. You ended up staying in the medical wing for a couple of hours with an IV to get your stats back to normal, but you’ve been cleared since then, let go with a warning to take it easy. From the moment you regained consciousness and learned what happened, you haven’t been able to stop wondering why Bradley would have been the one to catch your falling body and not any one of the other pilots.

For one thing, he would have had to act quickly to notice and grab you before your head hit the ground. For another, he would have had to be by your plane in the first place. That means Bradley was waiting for you, something he has obviously never done before. The whole situation makes no sense, and your mood isn’t exactly lifted to see Rooster waiting for you by the door of the med wing when you finally get out.

He’s been leaning up against the wall, but straightens up when he sees you. “Y/C. Good to see you upright.”

Your head is still a little fuzzy, and you really, really don’t want to hear him sniping at you, especially not after the results of the day. You don’t lose control, not when you’re in a plane. You can already picture him calling you out for that little lapse, so you decide to cut to the chase and cut him off before Bradley gets the chance.

You hold up a hand before he can say anything else. “I don’t want to hear it,” you warn him.

Rooster blinks in surprise. “Hear what?”

You laugh bitterly. “You’re here to make fun of me for passing out, obviously. If I hear a single joke about me falling for you, I’ll kick your knees in, how about that?”

“Well, I’d prefer if my knees stay intact,” Rooster says slowly, “besides, that’s not why I’m here.”

You stare at him, confused. “Why the hell else would you be here?”

Bradley spreads his hands. “To check in on you. You’ve got us all worried, Y/C. I just happen to prefer you alive rather than dead, and I wanted to make sure you were going to stay that way.”

This takes you by surprise. “Really?”

He laughs. “Is it really that much of a shocker that I might care about if you’re alright? I saw you fall when you were in that plane. I thought you wouldn’t be able to save yourself. I haven’t been shaken like that since–”

Bradley cuts himself off abruptly, but you sense what he was trying to say. No one has clear memories when they’re that young, but losing your father would do something to remind you of what it’s like to hurt.

You reach over and gently place a hand on Rooster’s back. “I’m okay,” you assure him, “due in part to someone making sure I stayed that way. Thanks for catching me.”

“Thanks for catching yourself when you were in the air,” he replies back, “that would have been harder for me to stop. Just don’t make it a habit. I’m not used to doubting you.”

You laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you be this nice to me. Keep doing it, will you?”

Rooster’s smile is soft when you look back at him. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

It occurs to you that Phoenix might have been right. You’ll have to check in with her later and ask what other revelations she’d been keeping from you. In the meantime, you’re perfectly content to walk back with Bradley, to talk and be happy with him. You don’t think you need anything else. Not even a top finish.

top gun tag list: empty for now!

[gtzel]

Help! My classmate is a size shifter!

not so strong tough guy

(Next)

The first thing that came to mind when i thought of Elijah Stoll was alone. He always seemed to be off on his own and I've never really seen him talking to anyone that wasn't a teacher. Of course that's probably because of the standoffishness and over all cold aura he gives off. Like the kind of person you've never talked to but definitely wouldn't be put against on any kind of tussle.

Anyway, he's wired, and up until a week ago i wouldn't have even considered talking to him. we had our separate lives, i had my place as class rep, popular guy and the one dude everyone could rely on, and Elijah, well he was just alone. Up until that day, last week, when everything changed.

---

i was walking home after school when i heard a commotion from a nearby alleyway. i went to check it out only to find two of my upperclassmen cornering someone. their backs were to me so i decided to watch and see what was going on before acting.

"heh, get a load of this freak" the one with black hair said.

"yeah, what you gunna do now that all your goodie too shoe teachers aren't around to protect you huh?" jeered the other.

"i'm warning you, b-back off" i couldn't see the person speaking, but i heard his voice behind the gritted teeth with which he spoke.

"aaw, what are you gunna do huh? shoot rainbows at us?" one said, the other laughed at the comment. they both closed in on the boy, fists clenched and raised in a perfect setup to pummel the guy.

i waited to hear if the guy would fight back, but i couldn't decipher anything of the sort. i turned the corner just in time to see the black haired man deliver a mean uppercut, then he proceeded to kick the boy back to the wall. the smell of old garbage mixed with the new fume of blood fumigated the alleyway.

"h-hey!" i yelled without thinking. the other of the group turned to face me.

"well well well, looks like we have a witness" he moved toward me and i caught a glimpse of the victim. it was Elijah, THE Elijah, the one who was supposed to be invincible. the one who no one messed with. i didn't have time to think before the other guy lunged at me.

I'm really glad that i joined the football team because otherwise i don't know how i would've reacted. thankfully, i shoved him off me causing him to land against the wall. then the other guy turned to look at me.

He growled at me. He actually growled and then clenched his fists while talking a few steps toward me.

"listen here punk, you'd better get out of here and forget you saw anything or your next"

"yeah right, like I'd just leave after seeing what your doing to him" i swung at him, my fist balled and made contact with his cheekbone.

he stumbled backward but quickly recovered. he spat liquid red on the cold alleyway floor.

"oh your going to regret that" he threw himself at me, i barely dodged. i know when I've lost, and when facing the both of these two gangsters i realized id have to make a break for it.

i grabbed Elijah's hand and pulled him with me. he quickly realized what my plan was and ran as well. together, the both of us ran out of the alleyway and down the street.

the potent smell of blood and sweat still clung to us as we ran along the hot summer pavement. perspiration trickled down my face as we ran, hand in hand away from the men.

finally we came to a safe space on a nearby balcony. i let go of his hand and gasped for air. my throat stung with dryness as slumped against the metal fence.

he sat down next to me. i could see his pulse thumping rapidly on his neck and he turned to look at me.

"w-why did you do that?" his voice was strained from panting.

"what, save you from those thugs? that was nothing. i could've taken them both but i just uhm..."

"sure...which is why were currently hiding from them on the rooftop of an abandoned building?" he said sarcastically. i laughed at that, he really didn't seem as cold as people said he was.

"yeah yeah, whatever. why were they attacking you in the first place?"

"oh uhm, they tried to inject me with some kind of serum, i got 'em to stop halfway through because i was feeling weird but they did get me pretty good" he showed me a recent stab wound on his arm.

"wait, what the heck, why would you even agree to something like that in the first place??" i exclaimed.

"well i mean, the pay seemed to be good, didn't know it would hurt so bad though" he shrugged, his raven black hair coming down in strands along his face.

"well you shouldn't take shots from random strangers offering money. that's like a massive red flag"

"yeah whatever, honestly i didn't think anything of it. its not like they were trying to kill me or something, i think they just wanted to try out a new vaccine of some kind"

i reached over and tucked his hair behind an ear, we locked eyes and i pulled away blushing "s-sorry, i just-"

"n-no, its...its fine" he blushed cutely and looked away.

we sat there for a few minuets in comfortable silence before Elijah stood up.

"looks like its getting pretty late, i should probably head home." he brushed the dust off his cloths and reached out an arm to help me up.

"yeah, i guess. will i see you tomorrow at school?" i asked, grabbing his hand and getting up.

"yep, oh, what was your name again?" he said, pushing a strand of black hair back.

"Brian"

"see you tomorrow Brian"

"tomorrow." and then we parted ways...

[thefrontofmymind]

Over The Balcony Wall (matty healy x reader)

a/n: hey yall i apologise i kinda half arsed this, but in return i promise more shit coming probably friday okay any feedback is greatly appreciated kisses xxxx

PROMPT: Flirting from hotel balconies

WARNINGS: tiny mention of alcohol consumption, also reader is very often on the brink of a panic attack lol (aren't we all?)

You’d been at your wits end with work. With being pulled left and right by everyone around you, the seemingly endless hours, and the pressure of single handedly organising successful project after successful project, you were due for a break and your supervisor thought the same thing. You managed to scrounge for a ten-day holiday in Barcelona, with not a single thought of logging in to your email or opening your laptop.

At first you were concerned you’d be lonely–you hadn’t spent so long alone, in a city where you didn’t know a soul, but as you settled, you realised it was better to relish in the quiet, there was no one around so you didn’t feel the need to keep up any expectation of you, and you could simply be.

Your days were spent lounging at the hotel pool, going between reading the small collection of novels you’d brought with you, and cooling off by floating in the water–eyes closed and breathing even.

You spent most nights in your room. After dinner at whatever restaurant the hotel reception would recommend to you that night, you’d make your way back and take in the city skyline on your balcony; you could spend hours just people-watching from your fifth-floor haven.

It was on your seventh night that your silent sanctuary was corrupted. As the sun was setting–quite late since it was Spain in the middle of summer–you could hear music–a guitar playing–from the balcony next to you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on the song–you’re pretty sure you’d heard it before, and it all-but entranced you. Note after note, it was methodical, and a little repetitive, but you couldn’t help but listen to it. There was a few minutes of fiddling, and you could hear the player ‘um’ing and ‘ah’ing from over the privacy wall that separated your two balconies, and you could smell cigarette smoke as well. 

There was a lull of no music, no sounds of someone deep in thought, and before your brain could catch up to what your mouth was doing, you spoke. “You’re very good at that.”

There was a moment of silence before you got an answer. A moment of kicking yourself, because who just speaks to a stranger over a balcony wall and compliments their guitar playing?

“Me?” The voice asked. An English accent, northern, you’d say.

You cringed at the interaction before you, certainly out of the ordinary. “Yes, you. You’re a very good guitar player.”

Maybe it was the couple cocktails you’d had with dinner that gave you the confidence, but it seemed to work in your favour. You heard a chuckle before receiving a reply. “Thanks, I’d like to hope I’m good at it, ‘ts kinda part of my job to be good at music-y things.”

There was a hesitation in the man’s comment, like he was unsure if he should be telling you anything about him. Though you couldn’t blame him, you were the weirdo who began speaking to him from the next balcony over at a random hotel in Barcelona. But there was a certain magnetism to the whole situation, you didn’t want to stop talking, maybe it was boredom, or loneliness, you weren’t sure.

You felt unease, like you’d struck a nerve there, and you weren’t quite sure what to say.

“I’m a singer in a band,” he continued. “And I play guitar.”

“Anything I would’ve heard?” You tried to place the voice, trying to think if you’d heard him before, though you were coming up blank.

“We’ve had a bit of radio play,” he said, and you could hear the smirk as he spoke–you theorised he was downgrading just a touch. “And…we’ve won a couple BRITs too…”

You were in shock. “No kidding! Who are you?” you asked with a genuine mixture of humour, awe and inquisitiveness. You didn’t mean to pry, and there wasn’t that sinking feeling that you’d overstepped a line with what you said, but the faceless voice didn’t reply–at least not after letting out a small chuckle under his breath. “Hellooo? You still with me?”

“Yeah, yeah, um-” He took a breath, while you held yours in anticipation, with an added twinge of fear that you’d committed a social faux pas. “Why don’t you come over? So we can get to know each other?”

There was an air about the way he said it–there was certain entitlement, like he knew you would say yes. And you just couldn’t let this complete stranger win this game. This unspoken game.

“I don’t know…” you began. “I’ve had a bit to drink, don’t think I can’t smell the weed, it wouldn’t be right.”

Again, silence. It seemed to be his specialty. You heard him shuffle in the chair you assumed he was sitting in–most definitely a carbon copy of the one you’d gotten comfortable in.

“No, yeah–you’re right. I wouldn’t want to go about something if you weren’t comfortable…” he trailed off.

There was a sense of awkwardness–and right after you thought you’d settled into a semblance of a groove with the mysterious man next door.

“Can I play you something?” He said, tapping on his guitar, making the strings vibrate slightly. “Anything except country, okay?”

You let out a giggle–since when did you giggle? “Okay…” You thought for a jiffy. “Gimme some Wonderwall.”

“Oh, god-um-okay,” you could hear the smile in his voice. He fiddled for a second, finding the right chords, before he started. And he didn’t stop filling each and every one your requests–intermediately interrupted by questions back and forth between the two of you, that could very easily turn into a sleep-deprived tangent about anything from the current socio-political climate, to what breakfast cereal was the ultimate superior choice–until the sun began to creep up over the horizon, a perfect view from your balconies. You bid each other goodnight as the sky began to wake up to a tinge of light blue.

You woke up well past midday, and hungry. You dreaded the thought of properly waking up, getting ready, and going out to find somewhere with something that resembled breakfast food at this hour. So you decided on the next best thing, and within half an hour you’d at least showered, put on clothes that you could argue were “daytime clothes”, and sat yourself at a table in the restaurant attached to the hotel lobby–an intensely British establishment, made purely for tourists who missed the majorly under seasoned tastes of home.

It was only as you basked in the warmth of your English Breakfast tea and took in the smells of your traditional fry-up, that you put your finger on the uneasy feeling you were experiencing–from the moment you stepped out of your room and walked past the door next to yours–you felt exposed. You didn’t realise how much you enjoyed the anonymity of the night before, you didn’t know your conversation partner, and he didn’t know you, hell, you didn’t even know each other’s names, for Pete’s sake.

You could feel your breathing begin to get more and more shallow the longer you sat at that table alone. You were alone in the restaurant–bar the waitstaff and a group of five men at a table across the room who kept very much to themselves, all adorning either sunglasses, baseball caps, or drawn up hoodies. You couldn’t help but wonder as you took quick glances at them, were they famous or something?

You didn’t want to dwell on it, as you felt your heartbeat rise now, and you knew the situation wouldn’t end up pretty if you didn’t get out of there now. 

You were glad there was an option to charge your bill to your room, so you were able to book it out of there without having to wait around for a waiter to give you the bill, then charge it, before returning your card back to you.

Your vision didn’t falter from right ahead of you all the way to your room; out of the restaurant, through the lobby, in the elevator–you thanked whoever was in charge of the universe that you were alone during that portion of your trip–and down the hall until you were finally in your room.

You flopped facedown on your messy, unmade bed, when a sudden thought came to you–and you felt foolish that it didn’t dawn on you sooner.

If those guys were famous, would it be plausible that they were perhaps in a BRIT-winning band? Could one of them have been the man you spent the previous night talking to? You couldn’t recognise a voice, they were speaking to each other in hushed voices.

The air around you felt so, so thick, and hot; it was slowly suffocating you. You quickly rushed to your balcony–the scene of last night’s crime–and finally took a deep breath of the fresh air, draped in sunrays. It was as you began to calm yourself, that you could hear shuffling on the other side of that thin concrete wall.

“You alright over there?” You didn’t know what was to unfold. How would you explain your sudden fear of meeting your mystery man in person?

“Yeah, just a bit hungover, I think,” you joked, and you sighed in relief when you hear a laugh from next to you.

“Well I was thinking.” He paused for a second, seemingly trying to find the right words–you often did the same. “I’m feeling pretty ordinary, and I was going to just order some room service and chuck a film on-” You could see where this was going. “And I was wondering if you’d care to join me-I’ll even let you pick the film.”

You could hear the smile in his voice, and you weren’t sure if that’s what did it, or a sudden–but more and more familiar–wave of courage that washed over you, and the feeling that you just had to get to know the strange you’d yet to lay your eyes on, but in no time at all you’d found yourself agreeing, and you were knocking on the hotel door next to yours.

You felt your heartbeat hitch in your throat as the door handle began turning–everything felt like it was in slow motion. When your eyes met the chocolate ones on the other side of the door, you practically melted. You couldn’t have imagined what he looked like–if you tried, you wouldn’t have gotten close. He had a warm smile across his face, and he was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a graphic t-shirt of some band you hadn’t heard of.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Matty.”

[pervprincealwayswins]

hii could you please do a short story about a male reader recently dating mello and smoking a blunt together? :) possibly also spicy? if nit ts okay!!

Mello x Male!Reader - Deathnote

--- Word count: ≈1222

Alright i got a bit carried away with this one so trigger warnings are (harsh/s&m/daddy/smut/fluff?)

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You and Mello recently started dating. Today he agreed to smoke ("le' grass") with you in the evening. Although he seemed to be in the same domineering mood as usual, he was bound to break this attitude later on right?

Mello lights the blunt in your mouth, gazing into your eyes with his piercing blue orbs. As you proceed to take a puff of the joint the feelings of his eyes on you made you weak to your spine, he really is the most attractive being you've ever laid your eyes on. Suddenly, your train of thoughts got interrupted.

"Are you gonna pass that joint anytime soon, or what?" Mello grunted. Clearly being impatient. You realize you've been staring at him in silence, you turn red and look away, handing the joint over.

"I zoned out, sorry." you say.

"Damn just how low is that tolerance of yours?" Mello replied, rolling his eyes at you.

"Yeah, uhm definitely not very low at all." You replied playfully.

"Well you're definitely not getting anymore then, i still need you to be.. aware, later." said mello.

"Oh?? How so?" you asked.

"If this is your way of making me say it out loud you're out of luck, you're not sly." He said, quickly turning his head away from you.

"What?? No say it! I really don't know!" you begged.

You let out a squeal as Mello pretended to press the joint out on your arm.

"The way you continue to try to fool me is ridiculous." Mello rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah, and what are you going to do about it? you know i like pain." You replied, trying to suppress a smirk.

Mello grabbed your throat pushing you backwards against the balcony you lot were standing on.

"Don't test me, bitch." Mello said, feigning upset, as he eyed you down with a glare.

Ah there it is, that beloved death stare of his; you thought to yourself.

Mello squeezed harder into your throat, causing you to moan pathetically. "F-fuck, just kiss me already" you managed to make out while still being choked.

To which Mello roughly pushed you further back until your lower back was resting on the railing.

"You have no fucking business in telling me what to do sweetheart." Said mello.

You began to feel really anxious, the weed was making you feel like you were floating off the balcony. You quickly apologize. "Sorry daddy."

To which mello pulled your weak body a bit closer to him, moving his hand from your throat up to your jaw, firmly grabbing it. "Good boy. Now tell me, are you gonna beg for it this time, like a good little bitch? Or do you prefer to be thrown off this fucking balcony huh?"

"Nghh, i'm NOT gonna beg." You retort.

"Very well" he said, pushing you back again.

"Okay okay, fine!! please, PLEASE kiss me and get me away from that railing!" You yelled.

Mello smirked content and turned the two of you around, him being the one against the balcony now. Holding you close with one hand grabbing your waist, he leans in and as do you. Unlike his mannerisms, his kisses were very sweet and soft. He suddenly broke the kiss saying, "Shit i think it's kicking in now." "About time now." You chuckled. "Also it's cold lets go inside" You continued.

you both went inside and sat on his bed. "So what now?" you asked. "Let's just sleep, '' Mello said. "If you were to.. let's say convince me i might change my mind." You knew exactly what that meant. You bashfully look away before proceeding to lift your shirt up.

Mello's face turned slightly red. "Show me your nipples too" You blush as well and cover your face while you fully pull your shirt up. showing him your entire chest. Mello ran his hands up over from ur stomach to caress your chest. you let out a gasp as he squeezed your nipples between his index and middle fingers. "You know, I wasn't actually serious about going to sleep right?" said Mello.

"No, I know," you reply.

"You're into this playful kind of thing, huh?" He said. grabbing your neck before kissing your chest.

You replied to him moaning with a "Mhmm".

He squeezed harder around your neck. "Yeah? Do you would be comfortable if we. take. things. a. bit. further?" He whispered in your ear while pinning you down.

"Please do, daddy" You replied, half jokingly.

"Well then. Close your eyes" He said as he kissed you, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth.

Mello moved his hand down to your crotch, greedily squeezing the area down there. He kissed your neck. you moan each time he sucks and bites harshly into your skin.

He removed your pants and shoved his hand into your underwear, eventually shoving his two fingers inside you pushing them in and out. you were heaving heavily as he continued this for a bit until he shoved your underwear off and inserted his dick in you.

He moved his hands from over your body to your wrists. Planting them above your head while he held them very tight. You both moaned in between kisses while he kept thrusting inside you. He gradually went rougher and rougher until you were both satisfied and out of breath. He took himself out of you, and sat straight on top of you.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Go on!" you reply.

"I think you're really hot," he said.

you smile, turning your face away flustered. "Says you" you reply.

"Hmm, come here," said mello.

You did as he said and sat up straight against his body while he wrapped his arms around your waist. He kissed you again while moving his hand over to your ass. He squeezed into your ass while proceeding to kiss and bite you all over your neck, leaving hickeys all over you.

"You're making me feel really ahhhh. I just get butterflies, mad butterflies, when you kiss me. It feels like the world just stops for a moment. I'm just.. captivated by you. you're incredible"

"Hhmh stoppp, you're too sweet. But i feel the same way." You grab him by his hair and kiss him.

Mello moaned in between kisses as he spoke: "No.. but i just feel that way getting closer to each other.. I really.. like that. although i'm really embarrassed right now,, about how.. 'mellow' i get.. when I'm high."

You stopped kissing him to reply. "It's not embarrassing, it's cute." you tell him.

Mello turned red. "You think I'm cute? really? I never had anyone say that I'm cute before. But.. Thanks. You're also really cute. And, I love you."

"I love you too" you replied, as you kissed his face. He kissed you back on your forehead and you both ended up falling asleep together into each other's arms after a good while of cuddling.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall…

A/N: Well. HERE IT IS. By VERY popular demand. The fwb mirror smut piece. Hope you like it! As always, feedback etc is very welcome so plz let me know what you think!

warnings: smut, dom Matty. Very light degradation.

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“C’mon, Matty. If you talk to me about it, I might be able to help!” she placed a hand over his arm, scooting closer to him on the couch.

“It’s- hard to explain. It’s not something you’d understand…” He stumbled over his words.

“Try me.” she looked him in the eyes, her insistence suffocating him.

Matty got off the couch to create some distance between them. He ran a hand through his hair. “Listen, I don’t wanna talk, alright? either take your clothes off, or leave!” The expression on her face made him regret his words instantly. “Sorry, I- didn’t mean it like that. You’re not an object- It’s not what I was trying to say-“

“Yes, it is.” She interrupted him bluntly. She knew him well enough to know what he was thinking and what he wanted in that moment. And she didn’t mind. 

“Okay, fair, yes, I- I did. I want sex, not feelings. But- it’s not healthy, I know what you’re gonna say, so…”

She ambled over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking him directly in the eyes. “No, you don’t.” She leaned in slowly, kissing his lips. “Nothing wrong with a little stress relief.” 

“But, we agreed, remember? If I’m gonna be rough with you- I - can’t do it in anger. It’s not right.” His rational side kicked in, remembering the promises he’d made to her when their arrangement had first started. He took those promises very seriously. As fantastic as the sex was, they were, first and foremost, friends. And he never wanted to hurt her. 

“Well, let me ask you this: are you angry with me?”

“What? ‘Course not. I’ve just had a clusterfuck of a day. And- I- I’m over it.”

“Alright, then. As long as your anger isn’t directed at me, then I don’t see a problem with it.” She sunk down to her knees, looking up at him through her long lashes. “Please, let me make you feel good. Use me. Let me help.” That was music to Matty’s ears, her hand found her cheek, lightly caressing it as she ran her hands down his clothed crotch. Any reservations that he might have had about doing anything in his current headspace had promptly evaporated into thin air. He saw the submission in her eyes and it filled his with lust.

And use her he did. As the afternoon turned to evening, they passed the hours exploring each others bodies, hungrily giving into their appetites. Matty took her in every room. Bent over the couch, on the kitchen counters, by the foot of the bed, never quite making it all the way to the bed despite every intention to do so.

When Matty stepped onto the balcony for a smoke break, she found herself standing in front of his full-length mirror that hung on the wall. Studying the marks that he had left all over her, and grinning proudly. He’d left bruises and marks all over her arms, hips, thighs, and hikies on her neck.

She didn’t mind it at all. She liked slipping into that submissive headspace and letting him take over control, knowing that she was being of service to him. That she’d been useful in helping him to de-stress. 

Matty walked back into the room, stood behind her, slipping his arm around her waist, his lips near her ear. She could smell the smoke on his breath as he whispered, “you look so good with my hand prints all over you, Angel.” Locking eyes with her reflection in the mirror. 

She knew she was in for another round. Goosebumps pricked her skin.

He ran his hands down her body, brushing his fingers against her already sore nipples as he did so. Her skin felt like it was on fire, knees already shaking. 

His hands squeezed her hips for leverage, grabbing her where his nails had already left scratch marks that looked innocent enough now, but would surely burn in the shower. Yet another subtle reminder that she was his. He held her in place, reveling in the way her breath hitched in her throat as he lined their bodies up, and, in one swift motion, thrusted into her already sopping wet core. The thing is, while he’d spent all evening, taking her wherever he pleased, he hadn’t let her come once. She had happily indulged. She wanted tonight to be all about him, his pleasure, crying out and promising that she was his to play with, his to use however he’d like. But, the unfortunate downside to her enthusiastic devotion is that she was more than READY. He’d brought her to the edge more times than she could count on one hand. She needed the release badly by now. Not that she would ever be so bold as to assume he was just going to give it to her.

“Please” she whined, her word morphing into a moan as she felt him fill her up and stretched her out. Her knees buckling, Matty held one arm to her waist, to keep her from falling, the other hand pulling at the base of her hair. She winced and her eyes fluttered shut. “No, no. Keep those beautiful teary eyes of your open for me.” His breath hot against her ear. “Want you to see everything. Look at yourself as I make you feel good.” She attempted to nod, but his tight grip on her hair made it impossible. 

“How’s that feel, baby? Hmm?” 

“In-tense” she mumbled, her words getting stuck in her throat, the harder he pounded his body against hers, the more she got the urge to surrender to her climax. But her head was positively melting. Her brain swimming in pleasure, the sound of his voice filling her body and intoxicating her. She wanted to do as he says, to please him. 

“Please-“ she squeaked, sweat dripping down her face and naked body. “I- it’s been-ah! So long. Need to cum, please? May I?”

“How long?” She swore her hooded eyes caught a glimpse of him smiling in the mirror. He was in the mood for a conversation? Her brain was hardly functioning at this point. 

“W-what?” She panicked, trying to be good and keep up with him, but the hand he had on her waist dipped lower to rub circles into her clit, causing her to jolt and almost scream out. 

“How long has it been since you’ve cum? Hmm? Do you touch yourself when you’re alone? Like I touch you?”

“Ah- I- I- umm-“ her senses went into overdrive. She could no longer keep it together. 

“Tell me, does anyone ever make you feel good? Hold you like I do? Kiss you like I do? Hmm?”

She felt his teeth lightly graze the skin of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. But just as soon as the sensation had started, it stopped. Everything came to a screeching halt. Her eyes shot open, eyebrows furrowed. “What the fuck?!!!” She yelled out. “Why did you stop!!! What is the-“ she felt his hand come up from behind her neck and slap her. 

“You fucking brat. You closed your eyes. What’d I say? Hmm? What was my one rule?” He’d knocked the air right out of her lungs. She couldn’t speak. “I asked you a fucking question.”

“You- you- said to keep my eyes open. Look in the mirror.”

“That’s right. So do as you’re fucking told.” His fingers wrapped around her neck, stealing her breath away, or forcefully taking it. His hips gradually resumed their motions, overwhelming her once more. 

“When I cum, you cum. Until then, you’re not allowed to breathe.”

Her body reflexively tried to wriggle out of his grip, but Matty only smiled at her. “Hey, hey, hey…relax. Relax- the harder you make it, the longer it’s gonna take us both.”

He was right. She gave into his power over her, giving up control completely. 

“I’m close” Matty whispered in her ear, not that he had to. His previously deliberate moves were now faster, more frantic, sloppy. “Cum for me, Angel girl. Do it.”

Pleasure brought their bodies together as one. Their moans filling the hot air.

They both fell to their knees, taking each other down. 

Matty’s hand cupped her face, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. “My good girl.” He leaned in from behind her to kiss her cheek. 

[random-of-random]

The Pirate Queen

Chapter 4 - You May Regret It

The music was still playing a lively tune as Alice returned to the ballroom. She would have been lying if she said her eyes didn’t scan to find the about-to-be crowned Commodore James Norrington. Her breath caught in her chest as she found his eyes gazing directly at her. James had been waiting for her to come back to the ballroom with anxious anticipation. Walking over her heart was racing, though she appeared ever so calm. Years of training in battle had gifted her.

“Commodore.” She said with a bow. “I believe you asked for a dance?”

“I wouldn’t want to dance with anyone else.” He spoke softly, only for her ears. James was not one to give his feelings so readily. However, this night, in her red dress while his heart beat so fast, he couldn’t help himself.

Still, she couldn’t deny how her own heart seemed to skip a beat at his words.

Leading her out onto the dance floor, he didn’t let go of her hand. His eyes never leaving hers as the music changed and they began a prepared dance. When his arms encircled her they both could not deny - it felt blissfully right. As if the two had been made to dance together.

They found themselves laughing at the turns, never breaking eye contact if they could help it.

“My Lady Frances…” His voice was quiet, meant only for her. However, the moment seemed dimmed by his use of a name that was not hers. “I wish to speak with you.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Do you think that wise, Commodore?”

“Damn what is wise.” As he said it his eyes burned.

Alice laughed. “Then we shall damn what is wise, Norrington.” It wasn’t smart, there was no denying it was down-right foolish when it came to her position. However, she would be gone within forty-eight hours - back on the high seas and one of his sworn enemies. For now? Damn the rules. Tonight she was going to let herself indulge in the fantasy.

“Head out to the balcony.” She said quickly. “Wait for me there.” With a nod and a bow he headed toward the French doors. Alice, on the other hand, stayed for a few moments. She chatted pleasantly with Governor Swann, remarked on the exceptional musicians with the gathered upper echelons of Port Royal. Slowly making her way toward the kitchen, she slipped into the darkness. No one saw her leave. The musicians played on and the drinks flowed. Through the kitchens and out the far side of the balcony she made her way through the mansion she had come to know the past several weeks. The deck was barely lit, the servants thinking no one would venture to look at the gardens now that sun had set. Norrington stood staring at the ocean.

“A magnificent view, is it not?” She asked and he turned to her in surprise.

“A kitchen entrance? Very clever, Lady Frances.” He said with a nod.

“Well, I couldn’t very well follow you.” She leaned against the balcony. “What would everyone think?”

“Probably that we were about to run away together.” His deep voice betrayed his sarcasm. Alice got the distinct sense that James Norrington was not one to normally joke. Yet, here he was.

“Can you imagine the scandal?”

“I would, very well, be kicked out of the Navy.”

“And just before receiving the honor of Commodore. How shameful!”

“You, a high woman running off with an officer?”

“You’re right.” She said with a small laugh. “How could I ever be sooo foolish?” They both began to laugh, it tapering off naturally. They stood in comfortable silence for a few moments.

“Lady Frances…” Norrington started. “I must apologize for the last time we were together..”

“I would rather you not.”

“Please…” He let out a sigh. “It was not my intention, in a manner of speaking-“

“In a manner of speaking?” She asked with a smile.

“I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t.” She said quickly.

He coughed slightly. “You’re husband-“

She sighed, cutting him off. “All it is, James…” she turned to look at him, “..is bad timing.” The silence was heavy as their eyes couldn’t move away from one another. The air was thick with humidity and possibilities. She saw him move toward her, the smallest amount. This time she didn’t move away. Daring him to move further.

“James…” his name a breathless plea. In an instant he had pulled her close. His lips a hair breath from hers, their hearts beating wildly. “If you kiss me… you may regret it.”

“That’s not possible.” His whispered assurance causing her to smile. When their lips touched it was as if the world stood still. The sound around them didn’t matter, nothing around them mattered. His lips were soft and wanting, hers eager to give him anything he asked. His hand cupped her cheek before he pulled away. They both were breathing heavy.

“I didn’t want to never have done that.”

“I am glad you did.” She replied honestly. His arms around her made her feel as if the world made sense. Alice was never one to be fond of others. She always found she needed space, people bothered her. James? She couldn’t imagine a time where she wouldn’t want to be around him. Thrilling and terrifying all at once.

The sounds of laughter filtered out onto the balcony and Alice let out a sigh.

“I believe we should return to the party. They will be missing the guest of honor.”

“The host too, I would imagine.” He replied, though neither of them had moved. They both felt something coming to an end. Alice knew it was because she was leaving, James thought it was because her husband would soon make his way to Port Royal. Not to mention, the talk he had been preparing to have with Miss Swann was to be the next day.

“Well… Captain Norrington…”

James smiled. “It’s Captain again, is it?”

“Only for a few more hours.” A smirk appeared on his handsome face before he took a step backward and bowed.

“Lady Frances.” He headed toward the doors, pausing for only a moment to glance back at her. The moonlight illuminated his face and for the first time in years, Alice wished that, maybe, she didn’t have to go back to the sea.

Once he was safely inside she turned back to look over the balcony, all the way to the ocean. She would miss James. The way he talked, his sarcasm, the way his eyes seemed to stare through her. At the same time no small amount of gilt settled over her. James didn’t know who he had kissed. And though she had shown her true self to him, the lies about herself? Those she knew he would find unforgivable.

“In another life…” she whispered into the darkness. Maybe things could have been different in another life.

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Alice was not one for English ceremonies. Everyone arrived too early, they stayed too late, the speeches were long-winded. The ceremony for James Norrington was no different. Except this one was while the sun beat down on them in Port Royal. It was hot and humid. Every women was using her fan to desperately give herself some relief. The layers on the dresses just added insult to injury.

Alice was no exception. Her light green dress felt heavier than it should have. The matching fan was working overtime.

“Captain..” Edward whispered to her as they walked in. “Why do these people insist on torturing themselves?”

“Don’t you know, Edward?” She asked before smirking. “For God and the British Empire.” Edward let out a soft laugh. Alice’s eyes fell on Elizabeth. Miss Swann’s fan was working even harder than everyone else’s as the young woman was slightly bent forward, clearing struggling for breath.

“Wait here, Edward.” Alice said before walking over. “Miss Swann, are you alright?”

Elizabeth looked up at her in surprise. “Oh, Lady Frances. Forgive me, I am not used to these things yet.” She said as she motioned to her, clearly new, corset. “I do not know how you have been wearing them so comfortably.”

“Oh, I am entirely uncomfortable.” Alice replied. “Here…” She guided the younger woman to the shade. “You need to not slouch. You’ll have more room that way. Also, expand your chest when you breathe, not your stomach. And every few minutes take as deep of a breath as you can. Like this-“ Alice took a big breath in and let it out slowly. “These take some getting used to, but it’s all a matter of practice.”

“Thank you, Frances.” Elizabeth said softly.

“No need for thanks. We ladies have to look out for one another.” Elizabeth nodded. “And please sit down if you need to?”

“I will.” Elizabeth assured her.

“It looks as if the ceremony is to start. I will see you after?”

Elizabeth grabbed Alice’s hand softly. “Thank you.” Alice just gave a polite nod and made her was back toward Edward.

Just as she had anticipated, the speeches were long and mostly dull. James, however, seemed to only speak briefly. Being in full Navy dress was warm on mild days, that day it was downright monstrous. There was a large round of applause as he was announced as Commodore and Alice took advantage of the clapping to move back into the shade. She and Edward conversed briefly for a few minutes before Norrington made his way over to her. Edward gave her a quick nod before he made himself scarce.

“Congratulations, Commodore.” She said with a kind smile.

“Thank you, Lady Frances.” He bowed. His tone was lackluster, and for a brief moment she could see how sad he was.

“Are you alright, James?”

“Quite.” He answered. “I am grateful for the position and everyone’s support.”

“How many times did you rehearse saying that?” She asked playfully and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“A few…” He took a steadying breath. “I am about to have a conversation with Miss. Swann.” Alice knew immediately what he meant. He was going to propose. What better time to do it? His promotion was well earned and already a joyous occasion. Adding his bride to be’s acceptance on top of that would make for wonderful stories for their grandchildren one day.

Alice put on the best smile she could, though she knew sadness crept into it. “I am happy for you. I believe you will make a fine husband, and Elizabeth a wonderful wife.”

“Yes, I am certain she will.” He replied. “I should-“

“Go.” Alice encouraged. As he walked past her, she felt his hand brush hers ever-so-slightly but she did not turn her gaze to follow him. She couldn’t. She knew it was for the best. They were a good match and would make each other happy. The jealousy she felt had to be stopped.

“I can’t believe you, Captain.” Edward was back, though she knew he was never far away. “Falling for a Commodore in the Royal Navy. Our sworn enemies.”

“I did not fall for a Commodore.” She replied quickly with a whisper. “I fell for a man who just happened to be a Captain and the Commodore of the Royal Navy.”

“I knew it.” He said with a laugh. “Can we leave now.”

“A few more minutes.” Alice instructed. “We can’t leave too early from something like this.” They stood quietly. A few people passing by said hello. Alice was mentally preparing for the amount of packing they would still have to do by the time she and Edward joined the crew at the house. Not to mention getting all of it secretly to the harbor when the sun set.

Norrington’s voice calling out, “Elizabeth!” had startled the crowd and a large commotion and movement drew Alice and Edward to the edge of the fort.

“She has fallen!” Someone sad. Sure enough there was the remnants of a splash in the water.

“She must have forgotten to breathe.” Alice said quickly. To the gathered crowd’s surprise, someone had brought her up from the water.

“Tell me you’re seeing this as well.” Edward said looking toward the water.

“Captain Jack Sparrow.” Alice confirmed. They had come across Jack in the past. Usually at Tortuga. She remembered he had a fondness for rum and women. “We have to go.” Both of them knew Jack had quite a problem with talking, and if he saw them he wouldn’t hesitate to out who they were if it served his purpose.

With the crowd distracted by the sudden rescue and the soldiers running to the aid of Miss Swann, Alice and Edward were able to get back to their carriage unnoticed.

By the time they got back to the mansion, her crew had a good chunk ready to go.

“Thank you all.” She said quickly. “We only have a few more hours. Stay inside though. Someone knew just came into town.

“Who?” Elias asked.

“Jack Sparrow.” Edward answered.

“Oh, he would tell everyone about us in a heartbeat.” Charles said while shaking his head.

“Exactly.” Alice answered. “But, by daylight tomorrow we should be gone. Let’s finish this up and get some rest.”

The hours seemed to crawl by at a snails pace. All of them were eager to be back on the sea and, more importantly, back with their ships and the rest of their crew. The sun had begun to set when there was a knock at the door. They all stood still for a moment. They knocked again.

“We have to answer it, we’re supposed to still be here.” Alice said quickly and Edward did.

“Can we help you?” He asked.

“I am here with an urgent message for Viscountess Somers from Miss Elizabeth Swann.” The woman said quickly.

“We can’t-“

“Please!” The woman asked. “It’s an emergency.”

Alice walked around to the door and the servant seemed startled to see her in britches and a comfortable top. “What is the emergency?”

“Miss Swann had a threat on her life today and she is quite shaken.”

“A threat?” Alice asked. Falling from that height was no joke, but a threat?

“The Pirate. The one they call Sparrow? He kidnapped her and used her as bait to get free, threatened her life. She is quite shaken. Will you come see her, my Lady?”

Alice clenched her jaw for a moment. “I will.” The woman looked instantly relieved. “Please return to Miss Swan and tell her I will call on her in a few minutes.”

“Oh, thank you, My Lady!” The woman took off, heading for the Swann residence. God damn it, Jack Sparrow. Of course he did.

Edward shut the door. “Captain?”

“Elizabeth Swann has been good to me. If me going there will give her some comfort, then I should. I won’t take long, and we should only be delayed by minutes. Is everyone okay with this?” The men around her nodded. “I will be back.” She pulled on one of the men’s jackets and left to walk over. Propriety be damned, in this case. She didn’t have much time and she certainly was not squeezing back into another corset.

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Mistake 12

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•••••

“Nesta!” Gwyn called her after she was dropped off at the house of wind

Nesta walked out followed by Emerie

“What’s going on?” Nesta asks a bit concerned as Gwyn looked a bit anxious

“I need to leave” Gwyn voices

“What do you mean? You just got here” Emerie asks Nesta echoing that same question, both girls now in front of Gwyn

Gwyn sat in the couch while the girls remained standing “my bond, it re-snapped and if you suspect that his side snapped then I can’t stay any longer” she says a bit out of sorts “it’s only a matter of time before he finds out and Elain..”

Nesta runs her hands through her hair and sat down in front of her, Emerie began pacing.

“Gwyn” nesta began reaching for her hand

“I can’t possibly stay, I- I don’t want to leave but staying is not the answer either” Gwyn reasoned

“Where would you go?” Emerie asks

“I’ll think about it, maybe day?” Gwyn answers

“It’s too obvious, he would look there first” Nesta says

“I need to talk to Rhys” Gwyn admits, her thoughts going to Rhys.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight, think about it and in the morning you can sort everything” Nesta says

Gwyn shakes her head “he’s one of the first ones here for training, I need to do this now”

As if on cue Rhys walked in to the house of wind “I believe I was summoned?”

Gwyn quickly goes to hug him “it happened”

Rhys looked down at her, her eyes were glassy and red. She wanted to cry “whatever you decide Gwyn” he whispers knowing that her decision would break his brother but he needs to stand by her.

“I want to leave” Gwyn whispers

“Are you sure?” He whispers

Gwyn sighs “I don’t honestly want to, I have feelings for him but I can’t do that to Elain” she gulps “he needs to settle things on his end, I don’t want him to hurt her and I know she may end up hurt but I don’t want to be tempted and hurt her further” she admits

“I know I’m not making any sense right now but I- I’m not myself and the bond won’t help either, I need space- distance“ she adds

“I understand, where do you want me to take you?” Rhys asks her after hugging her

“The cabin?” Nesta suggests

Rhys shakes his head “he would look there, he would know”

“With Lucien, Azriel would never think of me being there” she reasons, she met Lucien a couple of times and they got along greatly

“The mortal lands?” Emerie says in disbelief

“He would never think I’m there” Gwyn says while looking at Rhys “it would muffle the bond too”

Rhys could see all the hidden unspoken pain in her eyes, he only frowned and nods

Nesta began getting mad “I’m gonna kick his ass”

Gwyn turns to her with a pout “you can always visit, as long as you don’t tick him off that I’m there” she says with a smile trying to make light of the situation

“I don’t like this” Emerie says “it’s too far”

“I’ll be back in time for winter solstice, I can’t be away from you guys too long” she reasoned “I just need to take a breather, he needs a lot to sort out” Gwyn adds

“Just ignore him, don’t leave” Emerie says

“I understand” Nesta finally says “I love him but he does need a lot to work through”

Gwyn nods “he hasn’t noticed that it snapped for me but once he does I don’t know what he may do, he needs to sort everything on his end”

Gwyn hugs Nesta and Emerie, the three shedding tears as they will be separated for the first time, she knows she will see them again and nothing will change but it hurts her heart to know she’ll be far away.

Gwyn wiped her tears then turned to Rhys “thanks for everything, I know this is hard for you too” she hugged him “please”

Rhys kissed her head and nods “anything you need Gwyn”

Gwyn turned to look back at the girls before she walked to the balcony with Rhysand, she ran to hug them again before Rhys took her to the skies then to the mortal lands.

•

Gwyn hugged Lucien, they had met a couple times but the fox had truly won a place in her heart, she sobbed in to his arms as soon as she spotted him.

No one would understand her better than him, he was the only one whom could understand and Rhys. They had been through the same, it worked out for Rhys but Lucien and her were in the same boat now.

“What happened Gwyn?”

Rhys kissed Gwyn’s head and told her to summon him and he would came back for her at any time, she nodded and Rhys winnowed out.

Gwyn finally looked to Lucien “my mate- the bond snapped for him and mine snapped again”

“Again?” Lucien asked

“It’s a long story” she sighs

“I got nothing but time Red” Lucien says

Gwyn smiles through her tears “well it started..”

Gwyn told him everything and somehow she felt better, she felt like it lifted some weight off her shoulders. Yes her eyes were red rimmed and swollen when she finished but she felt good, Lucien only hugged her and told her it gets better with time.

Then he took her hand and introduced her to Vassa and Jurian, she was a bit hesitant at first but got along with the firebird too well too quickly. They gave her a room and she made herself at home rather quicker than she expected.

It has been a week since she arrived and she was adjusting quick, she was thankful for the distance as she could barely feel her bond. The first day had been the worst, she felt it tugging but not too harshly.

She didn’t know if Azriel knew that it has snapped her for, she just kept a blockage on the bond. The one thing she did miss were the shadows, as soon as Rhys winnow them they disappeared. She didn’t know if it was due to the distance or maybe Rhys had given a warning or they chose to give her the distance she needed.

She walked down to the kitchen where Vassa was sitting by the kitchen island

“How are you liking the other side of the pond Gwyn?” Vassa asks

“Not bad, I do miss Velarys tho” she admits sitting next to her “where is Lucien?”

Vassa shrugs “I’m assuming he’s almost back from spring”

“He went to spring?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

Gwyn shakes her head

“A meeting point, he went to give your high lord a report” Vassa says eating a few chips “I’m assuming he didn’t tell you to give you space” she adds

“Does Lucien give him reports often?”

“I would say monthly reports ” Vassa admits

“Do you think something happened?”

“Doubt it, it’s just routine” Vassa assures her

“Aren’t you bored yet? Want to go have some fun?” Vassa asks changing the subject

Gwyn bites “where exactly?”

“Well I’m not very acquainted here but in the continent we have pleasure halls that are great for dancing”

“Maybe we can ask Jurian?” Gwyn suggests

In the week that she’s been here she’s been getting along great with the humans, Vassa was enjoying having a girl around and Gwyn noticed Jurian flirting with her slightly. Mind you Gwyn didn’t know how she felt about that particular fact.

She stuck to Lucien and weirdly they had a lot in common beyond the obvious, Lucien had trained with her to keep her active. They would go out in to the town under a charm of course but she was having fun surprisingly.

They girls ate and after a bit Lucien walked in to the mansion, he was smiling and chirpy when he greeted the girls.

“What’s got you so happy?” Vassa asked

“Nothing” he said with a smile “Gwyn, want to make a trip to the continent? I have some business there”

Gwyn’s eyes lit up “of course”

“We leave tomorrow morning”

Gwyn smiled widely “you coming with?” She asks towards Vassa

“If properly invited yes”

•

Gwyn spent the better part of summer traveling with Lucien, with every trip it was like something repaired little by little. She wrote letters to Nesta and Emerie, with each letter she told them all about her trips.

She was currently writing a letter for Nesta when she heard a knock to her bedroom.

“Yeah?” She looks up from her paper as her door opened

“Ready?” Lucien asks poking his head inside

“I’m a bit nervous” she admits

“We don’t have to go” he answers now waking inside her room

“It’s Rhys, I can see him- I- I-“

“You just don’t want to know anything about him” Lucien says understanding

“Exactly, this few months have been great” she admits “I haven’t felt any pain, I feel like myself and I don’t exactly miss him” she whispers the last part

“Don’t feel bad, he married my mate” Lucien shrugs “you need to start living your life Gwyn”

Gwyn nods “you’re right” she stood up “let’s go meet him then we can head to that pleasure hall from the other day”

Lucien was taken aback by that but didn’t say anything, he knows she needs to heal at her own pace and rules.

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The guest PT 20

Masterlist

Your body was slowly sucked through the floor until you were once more opening your eyes into Government house, covered in dust. This was the third time running down the same corridor.

Again and again you would run through the house, through the meadow and the apartment. Your feet felt raw from your movements, your chest heaved with heavy breaths.

"Jack please, help me. Jack I'm fading." You called out to him one last time.

*_*_*_*

Jack jumped through your balcony window, after hours of fighting against his emotions to find a way to save you he had finally found some hope.

"Y/n, I've had an idea." He says moving across the room. His eyes fall on your body lying on the floor. His heart drops into his stomach and he kneels beside you.

"y/n? No, no, no. Y/n please." You lifted you up into his arms turning you to face him. Your heavy eyes look up to him.

"Jack I'm fading." You cough out.

"No, I have you I'm here, please come on, stay with me." He begged you. His heart breaking.

"I keep shifting between worlds. Jack I'm frightened." You clutch at his burgundy frock coat.

"Okay, okay come on, let's get you to the hospital. I think I can do it!" He stands, pulling you up with him so you're cradled against his body. He rushes through the house and out to a delivery cart. Jack places your body onto the flatbed and climbs in behind you.

"Drive. Fast. Please." He begs the driver, "She's dying." The driver nods and kicks the pony into movement. Jack held onto you, keeping you as still as he could and the cart bounced along the road.

"Jack" you hold onto him as your mind drifts between the dreams. Though now with him beside you he was always there holding you to his chest. His warmth echoed. around you and you felt peace for your mind, even though your body was hurting. Every inch of your body felt.like it was on fire, the muscles cramping, fighting against the swelling in your heart.

"It's okay, I'm going to save you. Please just stay with me." He sobbed against you.

When at last the cart pulled up to the hospital Jack pulled you off and rushed inside.

"Hetty! Prepare the surgery! Where are Sneed and Belle?" He called out as he rushed to the operating room.

Upon seeing you wrapped in his arms Hetty panicked, "Catgut, ether! Carbolic acid, now!" She shouted at the other nurses. "You, to the morgue get Doctor Sneed!"

Jack places you on the table, and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"I'm sorry, y/n,I love you." He says between kisses, "I'm going to.fix you and then we'll get married, okay? We'll be together forever." His words are broken by his tears.

Sneed and Belle come running into the room with Hetty and other nurses. It's a rush of people that you hardly notice, your eyes fixed on Jack's. You can no longer take in your own breaths, each one catching in your throat. You whimper against his lips.

*_*_*_*

Fagin saw Oliver sitting below a gazebo, a plate piled high with glorious foods.

"Ah, Nolly, my lad." He said with false glee.

"Fagin. Well, butter my parsnips. How royally good to see you." The round man laughed, gesturing for the once mentor to sit beside him. Fagin took the seat. Slowly filling his pockets with the food.

"I'm almost proud of you, my dear. You connived this right from the start, didn't you?" He said. Fagin had managed to work out that Oliver was working with the recently released Darius.

" Isn't it scrumptious?" The younger man grinned taking a bite of cake.

"You know, I always thought you was a whiny, mealy, flowerpot of a kid with nothing in your head but snot, but I have underestimated you." Fagin spat out. Oliver's smile faltered for just a moment. Before he plastered his mask back into place.

"I think back on my time with you and the Dodge with such fondness, that I do really see this as a tribute. You awakened something dark and glorious in me, Fagin. My passion, my genius for crime." He chuckled. Fagin nodded slowly.

"A good master will do that for his apprentice. You see, the only dung beetle in the butter is that Captain Gaines is itching to scrag someone for all this purloinary, and I just as soon it not be me. So, I might be pushed and I never want to, I assure you, but I might just be pushed to drop a little word about all your perfidious escapades." Fagin leant forward as he spoke.

Oliver smiled mischievously taking a sip of the tea in front of him.

"We're not playing by Clerkenwell rules anymore. Before I left London, I found these lovely memories." He clears his throat and takes a stack of papers from his vest, "The Crown v. Jack Dawkins. Fifteen years for theft. Prisoner escape report for Jack Dawkins. Death warrant for Jack Dawkins." He ticks them away and narrows his sight on the older man, "So, if you'd like to whisper about me to Gaines, then, well, I'd have to pass these memories on. As you say, 'Always look out for number one.'" he chuckles.

"It's a goodly motto. One I hold to." Fagin stands, "though, I suspect it'll see you in Beelzebub's clutches come the end of things. God rot you, Oliver Twist. I hope the Devil chews your bones." His scowled.

" Oh, no, Fagin. God wouldn't do that to an Eton man." Oliver laughed heartedly as the older man walked away.

"What do we do, Fagin?" Flashbang asks.

"Any sign of Monks?"

"None, he's vanished. I figured he got on that boat." Flashbang explained and Fagin groaned.

"We have to do something or old Jacky boy is going to swing."

"could always just shoot them." Red repeats the words she had said the day before with a smile on her face. Fagin met her eyes and ideas formed in his mind.

"get the gang together, I have a plan."

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