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[unboundprompts]

Hi! Sorry to bother again but can I request prompts for characters playing an instrument such as piano or violin? Like they are really good at it sometimes conveying either sadness or just happiness in love

Prompts for Showing Emotion through Music

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

She had seen him like this only once before. The harsh notes of the piano pounded against her temples as she stared at him. His music was angry. He slammed his hands down on the keys, beating the notes out quick and loud. His brows were furrowed, the veins in his hands prominent due to the tension in his arms. The music screamed every livid thought that he could not bring himself to say.

They felt like the world was ending. Their hands shook as they slid the bow across the strings of the violin. The notes came out warbled. Tears fell down their cheeks, falling onto the body of the instrument that rested under their chin. They didn't know what else to do with themselves, and so they played their sorrowful tune and hoped that no one was around to hear their pitiful display.

Her hands danced across the keys of the piano, the notes light and playful. Her heart hammered in her chest, her cheeks were flushed pink. She couldn't help the smile that spread onto her lips. The music sang the song that overwhelmed her heart, an optimistic sound that flooded the room. She was in love.

[bandydear]

I think the sad thing about the Rue Royale family is that they really are operating the best that they can considering everyone’s circumstances.

Take Claudia for example: She’s a 14 year-old orphan who has never ever been loved. She was abused from the moment she could crawl by her aunt, exposed to creepy uncles at the boarding house, and has had 0 friends. A goose egg. Louis and Lestat were the first people. Ever. To love her. The only people who would care if she died. And they loved her. They poured all the devotion that bounced off each other’s defence mechanisms onto The Child.

So she’s a spoiled teenage apex predator who has had zero socialization her own age trapped in eternal homeschooling with BPD The Clown and the vampire embodiment of self-loathing. She was never going to be Normal. The fact that she grows up to be so socially capable is really a testament to her willpower.

And they’re fucking trying to raise her right too! Lestat’s parents did not give a shit about him. If he wasn’t being abused he was being neglected. Beatings, withholding food, withholding love*, he never learned how to read! So he feeds Claudia, he teaches her to drive, to play chess, to play piano—all the things he is proud of. All that nourishes his soul he gives to Claudia. He gives her a priceless amulet all while thinking she’s impermanent. That she won’t last.

And then there’s Louis. Louis who always had the expectations of “carrying the family line”. Louis who was told to marry a woman named Hazel by Paul the moment before he died. Louis, whose familial and social rejection for what he is (in layers) sent him spinning out in self-destruction and what he find on the brink of annihilation was Claudia. His beautiful daughter. She’s the embodiment of all his hopes and dreams. Only child to all the expectations of an eldest child. He brings her to the lake his dad took him and Paul to when he was a child and they catch fireflies. He does her hair and he dresses her like the little rich girl he’s always wanted to parade around at church.

But Claudia is a person, not a doll.

And Louis is still caught up in the living drama of his family. Louis spends Claudia’s entire life mourning the mortal man he never was. He wants to make his mother proud. He wants her forgiveness for Paul. He wants to be there for his sister and her family, and he wants to be a married man with a child of his own. His war with his own nature extends to his family. He cannot accept being a vampire the same way his mother never accepted his queerness. And, just like his mother, he withdraws love as punishment when his family does not follow his rules. He cannot accept a daughter with sadistic house cat tendencies, and he can’t accept the horny Shakespearean menace he married. He punishes Lestat when Claudia goes off to college (typical empty nester behaviour) and he punishes Claudia when she starts having a life outside of him in Paris.

And yet! They were happy! For years! Happy until what was always going to happen happened. Lestat has always had a wandering dick and Claudia was always going to want independence and companionship outside of her parents and Louis was always going to be jenga tower of emotional stability. On a tight rope of personality disorders and abusive upbringings they actually lasted longer than a lot of vampire covens.

[helphelpquesohelado]

INSDIE OUT AU HAPPYSHIFT AU

if you wounder why I've been staggering a little bit this is why.

Its an Au where riley suppresses the new emotions because she is afraid of growing and therefore the new emotions get bottled up instead of the old ones.

When Anxiety goofs up and yeets the sense of self out to the back of the mind and gets the idea to bottle the new emotions up. joy fights back and they end up in the jar. They one a journey to try to get the sense of self in a spin of the original story beats of the movie.

"envy is nice and small so she went up the pipe to headquarters instead of sadness where instead of Embarrassment, Disgust finds her instead and gives them a hiding spot. Envy manages to give riley a moment of clarity to notice their behavior before they got caught"

Joys design was heavily inspired by these post who were made by

@play-piano and @xx-sketchy-xx respectively as well as other "disorder" au art.

crusty concept art using clip studio brushes or a new "imagination land"

I would like some feedback on how i could make this better and most importantly, Ideas of you own! Thats the fun of Creation!

[missholloween]

The only characters that sing (and in a way, twist) the Great Astronomical Discoveries motif during TGMH apart from the Stratfords are Benjamin and John. And let me tell you, I love what they do with it.

Benjamin's take comes first, during Benjamin's Appartment/The Radiance. After days of listening to the Stratfords talk about their hoax, of seeing how they meticulously crafted their stories and the world clamor them, Benjamin has finally given up and is ready to betray the Stratfords. So, he invites Margaret to his appartment to reveal their hoax. Benjamin uses the same language he's learned from the Stratfords, and so, the great astronomical discoveries motif starts playing.

For the first time in the album, it's not a victorious melody: it doesn't sound grandious anymore, it doesn't have any build up, it's just Benjamin and a piano. Curt Mega's performance is really sober, as he's trying to cover up his own emotions. He only fails to do so in "to advance their own career", where he bitterly laughs, losing the beat for a second. Although a bass and another string section join for the climax they quickly go away, as Margaret also joins the sad melody. Even if Great Astronomical Discoveries brought the Stratfords fame and renown, it has also deceived and hurt many. It is satisfying to hear two of its victims sing it then.

That's also why, in John's Choice, it's Herschel's time to speak, we are expecting something similar to happen. The music stops, all the characters await, and Herschel starts to talk... And the melody is More Than This. It's subtle, and one may not notice it on their first listening or if they're not that familiar with the soundtrack. But then there's a crescendo, and John starts singing Great Astronomical Discoveries.

The passion, the energy, the love that comes from John's voice (in another amazing performance by Curt) blows away both the audience and the characters that were there. He has the same accompaniment as Rose and Samuel did, but there's a key difference: there's no harmonies. And it doesn't matter, because really, what a chilling performance. There's also something very poetic about John taking the Stratford's position and being in control of his story after all the hoax.

TL;DR I love the Great Astronomical Discoveries and everything Matt does with it in part 3 of TGMH. Curt totally kills it every time he sings it in any way <3

[sports-on-sundays]

boulevard of broken dreams / LN4 / Part 1

Summary: Lando x female!reader - Not many people know how true loneliness feels. Not many people know how true love feels.

Warnings: lots of description, angst, mention of self-harm, loneliness, pain, mention of death of a family member, dreams ruined, emotional pain, getting drunk to ease pain, change from 2nd person to 3rd when it felt right, panicking, jumping to worst case scenario, nausea, screaming, confusion, questioning will to live, blood, kind of violent dramatic descriptions. PLEASE do not read if you seriously struggle with some things like this! I would hate to cause anyone to feel more pain!!

Requested?: Mate nah.

Author's Note: I just wanted to write a thing. Listened to sad piano music and Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day writing it. I hope you enjoy. Personally, I'm really proud of this one. Let's hope I got all the warnings in hah! Link to part 2

Sunshine, moonlight, daylight, night light, night life. On, off, under, over, around, on, and off again.

In the middle of your heart, if someone could dig deep down and pick through you, examine you, dissect you, they would find the softest little bleeding bit. But they would only find that after knocking down wall after all of slimy, tough, terribly dark black walls. No one would be able to find the strength to knock all those walls down. And even if they could, you'd never let them.

One can only be vulnerable if there is someone there to have their back.

All the vulnerability is pushed to that one little section of your heart; the most delicate place on earth.

All the pain.

It's impossible.

This road.

This road is made of brick and it's slippery. It's constantly raining. And you're constantly shivering. No one gave you an umbrella, because there's no one on this road to do so. Night after night, this rain beats on you. Your skin degrades away as if you were dead. For daytime does not exist on this road. You forget how sunlight looks. You constantly walk. Never wanting to sleep because the only place is the road. And you hate this road.

Yet it is your home, and any different would terrify you.

The friends on this road are the shadows. Shadows in the night caress your arms and kiss your cheeks, whispering of false realities, forgotten memories, and broken dreams.

On this boulevard of broken dreams.

There's no conscience of the pain any longer. You're so used to it, you're numb. And that's the way it should be. All you need is to survive.

You always ask yourself why. But if you're asking the question, why would you also know the answer?

There is no one on this road who knows the answer, and there never will be. If anyone knew the answer, then they wouldn't be on this road.

Stairways to heaven and highways to hell.

You're on the fast track to absolutely no where.

No one knows this road exists. You're one of the unseen. Most people live on the other side. They don't know this exists. Many of them are good people. They would help. If they could possibly stand it.

If they only knew. There's no way for you to call for help. All you hear is your voice echoing back at you as the dark starless sky closes in on you.

Like a snow globe. Never get in or out. Constant precipitation.

You're always shivering but you never get sick. At least not anymore.

Immunity.

Yes, and no one should be this immune.

No one should be this immune to this road.

Yet here you are.

On the boulevard of broken dreams.

9-5. 5-9. 24 hours non-stop.

Sunday is no different than Monday or Friday or Saturday or any other day of the week.

Money, money, money. Lots of people love it. Lots of people hate it.

Work, work, work. Get in the money to survive another day. Can't feel a thing because otherwise- how do you get through?

You get up, get dressed, get out the door, go to work, come home, get drunk, go to bed, and repeat it all over again.

Forever.

It's amazing how fast hope can be shattered with the cruel bitterness of this unfair world.

"Mama! I'm going to be a superhero!"

"Mama, I'm gonna be a football player."

"Mama! Mama! I've got it! I'm going to be a race car driver!"

And that time, you meant it.

Well, maybe you didn't, because it never came to pass. And your parents knew it. There was no way. Your family couldn't survive without government money.

But how can you explain that to a little kid? A little kid who had been told all her life that if you follow your dreams, they'll come true?

When you hold on to those dreams so hard, it's even more difficult to let them go. When you realized reality, you were ruined.

You were resigned to the fact that because of your position in society, broken heart, especially after your father passed away at a young age, and no chance to do what you dreamed of forever, that 9-5 in pain for the rest of your life was the path you were on.

The fast track to no where.

There's a girl in the corner, in the shadow, that no one would ever notice. High life superstars, and she's missing her heroes. Drunk, drunk, drunk.

She's missing them.

But one of them doesn't miss her.

Despite the crowd, despite the fun, the throng, the laughter, the music, the everything perfect after a good race, Lando sees.

He sees the girl in the corner that no one else ever notices.

"Do you need help?" in the gentlest of tones. He bends down, looking the broken, shell of a person, right through everything and into her eyes. Like he doesn't see the eye bags, the messed up hair, the cuts on her arms, the vacancy. Like he sees beyond the walls. Like he just wants to see the true person who has to be in there. Somewhere.

"Yeah," she murmurs. Her words slur, making it terribly difficult for the buzzed Formula One driver to understand her words. "Can you... get me another drink?"

You wake up the next morning, and as soon as you realize you don't remember what happened last night and you're in an unfamiliar bed and room, you feel your stomach drop. Your head feels like it's about to explode with the extreme ache in it. Nausea wells up and you swallow, filling yourself overflow with utter panic. The rate of your breath picks up, and as your chest rises and falls quicker and quicker, even if you wanted to call for some sort of help (if anyone would even come), you can't. You can hardly breathe, your vision becoming swirling and confusing as you gasp, feeling as if you're going to suffocate. You heartbeat pounds in your head faster and faster, and you realize that if anything happened right now, you'd have no way to save yourself. This sinks more extreme anxiety, and even more when you think of what could have already happened when you were drunk last night. What if you're stuck here, confused and panicking, with some creep who did unspeakable things to you last night-

The door to the room slowly swings open, and you cover your face in your heads, unable to set your eyes on whoever is there, just trying to breathe- stay alive- yet you're not even sure you want to keep living at this point.

"Hey, hey, hey," a soft speaking male voice says. You feel him come closer, and slip on the bed next to you. "Hey, I'm not here to hurt you," he practically whispers. "I brought you to my home, but only because... you were a wreck last night. Listen to me..." He speaks soothingly, but you still don't look up. "Listen. I think you might be having a panic attack, or something adjacent. And I'm here to help you, not hurt you. Okay?"

You nod, staring down. Just one hot tear slowly rolls down your cheek.

"Can I take your hand?"

You hesitate, before nodding. You feel the thin, strong, smooth hand slip into yours. "Breathe with me, okay?" he says softly, then starts taking in slow, deep breaths. With every inhale, he gently squeezes your hand, and with every exhale, gently releases it.

You go on like this, and once you've sighed, confident enough of your safety, you let go of the man's hand and look up at him.

For a second, you stare.

And then it clicks.

And your jaw drops.

"Are you... you..." you stutter in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm Lando," he smiles.

You stare in shock at the man. "As in, like, the McLaren..."

"Yeah," he grins softly. "And I'll be right back, okay?"

"Lando-!" you squeal with a terrible, exhausted voice crack. Your emotions are so messed up right now.

He comes back and gives you a plate of food, sitting down next to you. You ignore the food for a moment and fix your eyes on him.

"Why am I here?" you ask softly.

"You needed help and I decided to give it."

Your heart pounds in your chest. You exhale slowly. "O- Okay.." These words from him are so strange to you. So unfamiliar. "I..." Suddenly, expected emotions well up within you. Uncommonly. You throw your arms around him and murmur, "Thank you... you're the... this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me in years... And it's you. I must be in a dream... You're one of the reasons I'm still here... I love Formula One... I love... I love you..."

He hugs you back, before gently prodding, "Why don't you try to eat a bit."

You nod and turn to the little breakfast he's made. It's a bit bland, but you're glad for that. You're not feeling nearly at your best.

But at the same time, you're sitting next to Lando Norris.

Bittersweet and confusing.

"Thank you..." you murmur again.

"Of course you can say no," Lando starts. "But can I know your name? What's your story?"

You sigh. What hurt can it do to tell him? "Y/n. And I don't have much of a story."

"Really? Seems to me you'd have a pretty interesting one."

You shrug. "Just another broken life. There are plenty of those out there, Lando Norris."

"Clearly every broken life is important. Consider yourself."

You sigh. "Your story is the opposite of mine. Grew up rich, followed your dreams, perfect life."

There's a certain softness in his eyes. "What were your dreams?"

"Same as yours..." you murmur, your voice cracking. You hesitate, before finishing, "All I wanted was to be a race car driver. Nothing else more than that. And I would've done anything for it. If I could have."

Lando stares. You eat. There's a strange silence, before he says, "Did you kart?"

"For some years. It lasted about one and a half. Then my father passed away, and everything changed. Even more."

He stares down. "I'm sorry..." But then he looks up, his intense eyes meeting yours. He looks even better in real life. "Y/n, your story makes me so sad. I'm so sorry... I... I'd do anything I could to help you fulfill your dream, at least somewhat."

You look surprised. "Why? You have the perfect life. Why do you care? Besides, we both know full well it's too late for me."

He blinks and seems to ignore your last comment, likely because it's true and he doesn't want to admit it. "Because I have the perfect life. You deserve to be in Formula One just as much as me. Yet, we're... Well, in opposite places."

"Right..." You can hardly believe these words.

"You seem like such a... Well, something stole your innocence too soon. There's so much longing and brokenness and love in your eyes but you're just... A shell of the beautiful woman that's inside of you."

You blink. "Why do you say that?"

He murmurs after more hesitation, "Last night when you were drunk, you know what you did? Well you cried and you told me your struggles, yes. But before I was about to leave the room and let you sleep, you looked at right me and you said something like, 'I'm so lonely. Where did my life go? I can't stand this much longer. Sometimes I wish I just had someone- a friend, a neighbor, a boyfriend, a sibling- sometimes I wish I just had someone there for me.'"

You stare, now unblinking, unsure what to feel. It is true, isn't it?

Lando looks you straight in the eyes. Past everything. Into your most delicate, secret spot.

You fight back from letting yourself choke up.

"Y/n, if no one else will do it, I'd ought to be that person there for you. And I'd love to."

Moist and foggy, so nothing is visible. There are echoes of life in the outside world, but not on this road.

For the first time in years, your tired feet have stopped. Perhaps done. Had it with this. They're bloody and twisted from the years of this pain.

Where has the numbness gone?

The rain pours down

on this road

and you can't tell

if those are teardrops

or raindrops

streaming down your cheeks.

Suddenly, you see a light. A light that has found the end of the road that you've been searching for for years.

Don't lose it. Don't lose it.

You could use some company.

As the light nears, it hurts. You double over and fall down in the puddles of the road, screaming in pain. You're so used to the darkness. For years it's all you've known. The light hurts. It's terrifying.

The light comes closer and closer, faster and faster, and panic fills you, realizing there's no escape. Your eyes burn and you sob for it to let you go.

You hate this road. So why do you cry, begging to stay?

You tremble as the light approaches, covering your skin.

But when it reaches you, the expected terror is not what you experience. Instead, it's a feeling unfamiliar to you. Something that only the shadows would taunt you with. But this is it. The real one.

Tranquility.

Suddenly the beating of the rain stops.

You look up.

An umbrella.

And shining eyes.

You heart breaks once again, but this time you mind a bit less.

It's scary, but just what you wanted.

This light, this man, this sunshine.

This sunshine takes your hand and pulls you up. This sunshine leads you off this road. This boulevard of broken dreams.

This sunshine has come in and knocked down the walls.

Seen what's hidden. Stepped away and stepped into your misery. To help you.

A smile so bright.

And for the first time in forever.

You step off this road and you see the stars.

[pmaxshay]

Love Conquers All

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader (Fem)

~ Part 1 ~ ~ Part 2 ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ Part 5 ~

~ Part 6 ~ ~ The End ~

~ Part 4 ~ (It’s a long one!)

Y/N mulled over what her Father had just said as she made her way over to the Bridgerton’s.

On the surface she couldn’t help but be mad at him, she was dealing with her emotions at her own pace, he wasn’t allowed to dictate when and where she could be sad. However, deep down she knew that he had a point. She had been holding this repressed sadness and anger for so long now, it needed to come out, one way or another.

Before long she had noticed she was at the gates of Bridgerton house, making her way up the steps to knock on the door.

Servants ushered her inside and Mrs Wilson quickly disappeared to announce Y/N’s arrival to the family.

Y/N was ushered once more into the drawing room, awkwardly stood in the doorway as she waited to be greeted.

“Oh Y/N my dear! You are just in time. For Colin and Penelope have arrived, back from their travels with baby Elliot.” Violet exclaimed, her face flush with excitement and cheer.

Everyone had gathered around the happy couple and were cooing at the little boy in Penelope’s arms. Benedict being one of said people, wrapping his brother into a hug and then beaming at the child. As soon as Violet spoke Y/N’s name his head shot up to where she stood. A small smile crossing his lips. Benedict attempted to move closer but Colin beat him to it.

“So you are the famous Y/N we have heard so much about.” Colin beamed, bowing before her. Penelope followed. The two ladies curtsied together.

“I do not know about famous. I should say the same for yourselves. Pleasure to meet you all. Especially this little one.” Y/N chimed, lifting her hand to playfully boop Elliot on the nose. The little boy giggled and hid his face into Pen’s shoulder.

“Oh he likes you already.” Pen smiled.

“He has been fussy of late but maybe you are the answer Miss Y/N.” Colin smiled, rubbing a hand over his son’s head to soothe him.

“You speak too highly of me Colin but I thank you.” The group erupted into laughter and small talk.

Benedict continued to talk with his younger siblings but kept sharing glances over towards Y/N.

“Oh before I forget myself, I must insist that you come for dinner tonight with myself and Pa. We would be delighted to have you. All of you.” Y/N chimed, sharing looks with everyone with a smile.

“How very generous. That sounds delightful.” Hyacinth exclaimed.

“That is very kind. We would be honoured Y/N. Thank you. We must thank your Father also.” Violet, held her hands out for Y/N. They held hands as they both stood smiling.

Benedict couldn’t help but feel his heart skip and a nervous, sickly feeling rise in his stomach. It wasn’t negative though. It was almost like an excitement, excitement at the thought of being with Y/N in her home.

May hours later, the Bridgerton’s gathered around the Pembrooke’s dining table. Everyone talking amongst themselves as they drank and ate.

Violet sat at one end, bouncing a fussy Elliot on her knee. Richard sat at the other. Eloise could be heard berating her younger siblings to which everyone laughed. Colin sat beside Penelope, the two very much in love as they beamed whenever the other chose to speak.

Benedict fought Eloise previously to take the seat next to Y/N. The two gave each other questioning looks when he did so but Eloise gave in eventually.

“So Y/N how is your pianoforte?” Colin enquired, making polite conversation.

Y/N had just had a forkful of food so was caught off guard. Choking slightly.

“Apologies.” She began.

“No my apologies. I only ask as I saw a beautiful piano sat in the drawing room. I assume it is you that plays no?” Colin continued. The whole table falling silent, waiting for her answer.

The question was innocent enough and he had the right to ask. Y/N couldn’t help but feel hurt though. Said piano, had not been played since her Mama.

“I… uhh…” Y/N stumbled on her words. Richard knew all to well what was happening and shot Y/N a concerned but loving look.

The siblings all looked around awkwardly, not knowing how to proceed.

Benedict could sense how tense and affected Y/N seemed to have become and decided to jump in.

“I would assume that you are amazing at pianoforte Y/N but nothing would compare to our very own Francesca Bridgerton.”

Everyone nodded and agreed.

“She would be glued to a piano if she could.” Gregory joked.

“Okay hush now. She is not here to defend herself.” Violet chuckled.

Across the table Y/N placed a soft hand onto Benedict’s arm. She felt his body tense slightly but thought nothing of it.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“You need not mention it.” Benedict smiled.

They shared what felt like a long moment of staring before catching themselves and returning to the conversation.

“What about Anthony? He is also not here so I would very much like to berate him.” Colin teased. Penelope playfully tapped his arm in annoyance.

“What? This is one rare occasion where we can say whatever we please and they would never know. Allow me this one simple pleasure, my dear wife?” Colin gave Pen puppy dog eyes to which she conceded.

“You two are so very sickly at times.” Benedict rolled his eyes in jest.

Colin picked up a carrot from his plate and launched it towards Benedict.

“Now now you two. You are gentlemen. Behave like so.” Violet warned.

“I think they are sweet.” Y/N leaned closer to Benedict. A small shudder enveloped his body at her closeness.

“And here I thought you were not a romantic Miss Y/N?” Benedict turned so he was facing her slightly.

Y/N retracted briefly, not excepting him to give her his full attention.

“I am not. I am merely happy to see others find what they are looking for.”

“And what is it you are looking for?” Benedict brought his glass to his lips and took a sip.

Y/N couldn’t help but watch as the liquid coated his lips and his Adam’s apple protruded out and back when he swallowed.

“I…” She began, swallowing harshly herself.

“I guess… I do not know.” She continued solemnly.

Benedict watched as her demeanour soured.

Festivities swiftly moved to the drawing room, everyone seated on the couches or standing around chatting.

Richard quickly stood up and tapped his glass to make a toast.

The men all whooped and hollered as he did so. Richard chuckling at their behaviour.

“I just wanted to say, I thank you all for coming this evening. It has been a fair time since we have had such… lively company.”

Everyone laughed at the comment.

“It has been just myself and my wonderful daughter for quite some time now…” He began pausing to gather himself. Clearing his throat he continued.

Benedict watched Richard but stole a glance at Y/N when he mentioned her. A smirk forming on his lips.

“It is a delight to have some life and happiness back in our home. To which I am eternally grateful to you all. And grateful for the kindness and friendship you have shared with us both.” Richard raised his glass, as did everyone else.

Y/N joined but used her free hand to wipe away a small tear that had fallen on her cheek. She quickly excused herself for a moment.

Benedict had not stopped watching her and saw the action clearly. Immediately moving to chase after her.

“I should go see if she’s okay.” Eloise placed her glass down and began to move.

“No!” Benedict replied somewhat harshly. Everyone gave him questioning looks.

“I shall go. You are all having such a wonderful evening. I’ll make sure she’s okay.”

Violet had now placed a hand on Eloise’s arm. Pulling her back. In the matriarch’s eyes you could see that she knew… something was beginning.

Benedict bowed and left the room. Searching for his newfound friend. Quickly he found her in the library, her body turned towards a large window.

Cautiously, he walked into the room. Clearing his throat to let her know he was there. She turned and sniffed. Wiping away even more tears that had escaped.

“Apologies Benedict. I did not mean to tear you away from the evening.”

“You need not apologise. I spend so much of my time with my family, I can afford to be away for a moment.” He joked, wanting to ease the tension.

Y/N laughed softly. A sound that Benedict was quickly learning to adore.

“I will not pry dear Y/N. However, I do hope you feel as though you are able to share anything with me. I do hold you in high esteem.” He stepped closer.

“Thank you. Benedict you are too kind. It is.. incredibly complicated.”

He sighed, feeling as though she was still holding out. He did not want to push her though.

“I… I just feel I need to be someone else. Or somewhere else. Does that make sense?” Y/N admitted.

Benedict knew this feeling well, so much of his life felt as though he could do so much more and maybe being away from Mayfair would help. Help with his inspiration and finding a muse.

“It makes perfect sense.” The cogs in his brain began turning and he quickly knew how to proceed.

“Y/N?” He cooed. Softly moving closer so that he stood almost flush against her.

“Hmm.” She turned now so that she faced him. She had not expected him to be as close as he was and jolted slightly.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered. The tension in the air became thick. She couldn’t help but watch his lips as they mouthed the words.

She could do nothing but nod. Her mouth becoming dry.

“Truly?” Benedict couldn’t help but smile slightly. Knowing she trusted him gave him that nervous feeling once more.

“Truly.”

Quickly, he held out his palm, without hesitating she placed her hand in his. Feeling a jolt of electricity travel up her arm and all through her body.

“I want to show you something.”

Still hand in hand, the new duo managed to sneak out of the house and hail the carriage.

Benedict held onto Y/N’s hand as she made her way in. He followed, sitting down opposite her.

“Benedict what if someone sees? Or the footmen?” Y/N asked worriedly.

“It is alright. They are used to my… activities. They will not tell.”

Y/N quirked her brow at his use of the word ‘activities.’

“The footmen or the Ton?” Y/N managed to tease. Smirking at the handsome, eligible man sat opposite her.

Benedict was somewhat shocked by her boldness but let a smirk slip.

“I knew I liked you.”

The carriage eventually came to a stop, the footmen opening the door. Benedict left first, leaping out of the doors to hold out his hand once more.

Y/N laughed at his playfulness before being pulled by his hand.

The two made their way down the cobbled street before Benedict stopped in front of a wooden, warmly lit door. He fished a key out of his waistcoat pocket and twisted it into the lock. It clicked and Benedict pushed the door open.

He gestured with his arm for Y/N to enter. His hand hovered over the small of her back as she moved. As much as they made no contact, the two of them could feel the heat radiating from the action.

Benedict glanced around the street before entering himself. The door closing behind them.

Y/N stood in the equally as warmly lit hallway, waiting for Benedict to explain. He said nothing and gestured for her to enter the doorway on her right. She gave him a confused look but did as she was told.

Her legs carrying her into a large space, that was filled with lots of parchment scattered around. On tables, on the floor and pinned around the walls. Multiple easels sat in the middle of the room, circled around a plinth that had a plush settee atop it. The settee was covered in creased sheets and blankets, clearly that had been used multiple times.

Y/N turned to face Benedict and gave him a concerned look.

“Do not worry. It is safe here. I merely thought… as you said you wanted to be elsewhere to not think about anything. I brought you here. To the studio. I pleaded with Anthony let me purchase it. Somewhere for me to get away. To draw.” He sauntered across the space, softly tracing the parchment that lay across the tables.

“It is… beautiful.” Y/N managed to speak.

“Thank you.” Benedict smiled. He stopped and turned to face her. His back now leaning against one of the tables, his palms flat by his side, on the countertop.

Watching him now, Y/N could feel the dryness in her mouth once more. The nervous, sickly feeling in her stomach and her heart beating feverishly.

It is no lie that she had always noticed how handsome he is. From that first glance at the ball she knew him to be beautiful. It wasn’t until now she realised how much his beauty was affecting her. The heat began to rise in her whole body.

Benedict was well versed in the human body and almost every variation of it. He knew that Y/N was being affected by him. He could see it in the way she awkwardly shuffled and tried to swallow dry, harsh breaths. The subtle but still noticeable dilation of her pupils and then slight raise of goosebumps on her bare arms.

He smirked to himself but wasn’t going to push her any further than she wanted.

“Forgive me Y/N but I am curious to know, you and your Pa? How long has it been just the two of you?” He had wondered such a question for a while now.

Y/N was caught off guard by his bluntness.

“I…” She stuttered.

“Please… I know we have not known each long but I can sense when someone is hiding. I am very good at it myself. You do not have to tell me but I have a strong sense that you maybe… want to tell someone.”

As much as it was painful and would hurt to actually talk about it, Y/N knew that Benedict would be the perfect person to tell. He himself has demons and has implied so multiple times. Maybe he can help or if not that, just listen.

Y/N took a deep breath in.

“My Mama.” She began.

Benedict sucked in a sharp breath himself. Preparing himself.

“It was five years ago. She… she…” She began to falter, finding it hard to talk about.

Benedict quickly walked over and grabbed her hands, holding them close to both their bodies. This small but soft gesture allowed Y/N to continue.

“She was pregnant. My baby brother or sister. Everything was well. Both were healthy.”

Benedict soothed her by swiping his thumbs over the soft skin of her hands.

“That was until… the baby was to arrive. There was so much happening. I feared for my Mama. They thought I was asleep but I heard it all. The cries and screams. And then…”

She took a long pause, gathering more strength to proceed.

“The silence.”

Benedict had tensed his whole body while he listened. It wasn’t until she spoke those words that he let out the softest sounds.

“Oh Y/N.” He whispered.

“I am… I cannot even begin to… I am deeply sorry for your loss.” He don’t know what to say but this was what escaped his mouth.

Y/N could do nothing but cry. Streams of tears flowed from her eyes as she stayed silent. Benedict acted quickly and pulled her into his warmth. His hands detaching from hers and wrapping around her shivering frame.

“I have got you. My dear Y/N. Thank you for sharing that with me. I am honoured that you trust me enough to enlighten me so.” He hummed, his chin sitting atop of her head. Her face buried in his chest. From this position she could hear his heartbeat. It was beating feverishly, the same rhythm as her own.

“I too, have lost. My father. Edmund.” Benedict wanted to be honest with her. This is something that they, unfortunately, have in common. The loss of a parent.

Y/N pulled away from his chest and lifted her head to look at him.

“Oh Benedict. I had guessed when I first visited your home. I did not want to presume however. I too am sorry for your loss.”

He nodded solemnly.

“It is a loss that shook us all. I was fairly young but still remember it well. Anthony took the brunt I fear. I can imagine, as you were alone it must have been so much worse. I very much detest that you had to go through such heartbreak alone.”

Hearing the sincerity in his voice and seeing the pure concern on his face sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. Surveying all of his handsome features this close made everything else disappear momentarily. Her thoughts became hazy except for him. Him and this moment.

“Y/N…” Benedict managed to whisper through his own haziness. Everything she was feeling was most definitely reciprocated by him. Neither of them however, could know how the other were truly feeling.

[persephone11110]

Hold Me Baby

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: low self esteem, self-deprecating thoughts, shy reader, anxiety, protective bradley bradshaw , fluffy ending

Summary: Just when she was having a great night, her insecurities sweep in and destroy her self confidence.

reader nickname is Angel

this is short compared to my other fics.

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It’s hard picking out a time when Bradley showed you he loved you. It could’ve been when he threw a punch across your ex-boyfriend face for being an asshole towards you. Maybe it been the time he nearly destroyed the vending machine in the break room in attempts to get you your honeybun that was stuck. Overall you can’t pinpoint the exact moment but all you knew is that your heart always beat a thousand times faster around him. You loved him, he loved you—end of story.

The only man to take the time to break the walls that were heavily secured around your heart. It was with a matter of seconds you knew you loved the man who sat behind Penny’s piano playing Great Balls Of Fire. At first you tried denying how much he made you blush, you even tried building your defenses higher around yourself —which didn’t help because he your weak spots. He knew how break through to you.

No matter how time you spent in your own head denying how much he loved you, Bradley would remind you—day and night.

You nervously sat at the circular table, examining how all the people that were in ball room looked like they actually belonged here. It’s another gala organized by the brass—were everyone shows up just to drink expensive alchol and eat expensive food. Talk shit about eachother.

But most importantly make great impressions on the brass or higher ups from around the world. Yet everyone blended in together like camouflage —talking and walking with confidence while you stood out like a sore thumb with your shyness, and lack of confidence.

Your sour thoughts were back.

“You don’t belong here Y/n. Never have and never will”.

Your weak spot was your eyes. Bradley told you once while laying in bed, about how much your eyes display every emotion you felt. Whether its fear, happiness or sadness and anger he always knew what you felt. As of right now insecurity reflected off them.

Its like a six sense for him–knowing when your weren’t okay even when you desperately tried hiding it. “I’ll catch you later Phoe, save me a beer”.

You were to busy being stuck in your own head.

You atleast needed to look perfect, for him and for everyone else. You nervously smooth your hands down your dress repeatedly—attempting to fix yourself. A mirror was in your hand as you looked at your makeup picking out a flaw in each and every part of your face. One word came to mind- “ugly”.

“Pretty”. his voice broke through her bad thoughts.

“Angel whats wrong?” You turned to see your night in shining armor standing there with a frown on his face. Anything that makes you upset whether it’s and object or person is easily a negative in Bradley Bradshaw eyes.

You tearfully chuckle“I’m fine Bradley—go back to your friends”. you told him.

“Y/N”, Bradley sounded so hurt. You hated how much pain you caused him.

Who were you kidding here?, it didn’t matter if you wore expensive dresses, did your makeup straight out of a vogue magazine. You still didn’t belong with him.

Two different streets that should have never connected.

“Angel” he you pulls to him, your face easily finds his chest. Bradley tried racking his brain attempting to figure what went wrong. Just half an hour ago there was a small smile placed on your face and now tears stain his suit jacket as it stains your face.

“‘You deserve someone on your level” your voice seemed to be muffled by his chest. His fist clench—he’s not angry at you but at the people who put those thoughts into your head. Bradley feels like his lips are going to bleed by the way he’s bitting them. Because he knew the words he wanted to say were not needed right now. His wife didn’t need to hear the threats that were on the tip of his tongue, but instead reassurance and love.

Bradley swears he heard you wrong. He thought maybe your true words were being muffled.

No there weren’t.

“What? Angel, what are you talking about?”

“I’m not good enough for you Bradley, me and you—and everyone else knows it”

You sniffle again.

It seemed like Bradley didn’t hear you—or maybe he realized its—

“Not true”, He simply shook his head as if everything you just said wasn’t true at all.

“Remember what I told you on our wedding day Y/N Bradshaw?”

You nod your head shakily. “I-I will always love you, now matter what happens there will never be a time I didn’t—”

“Love you, and cherish you” he recited with a smile on his face.

“Right?, so you do remember Angel”.

“Mhm” you mumble.

“Then you also know that vows are never to be broken, and you know how I don’t break promises—especially to the ones I love” He pulls aways to take his thumb across your face- wiping away the falling tears.“Don’t ever think you don’t deserve me Angel, sometimes I don’t even think I deserve you—" A small tear rolls down his face.

“I’m sorry Bradley”, your voice wobbles “I love you” you tell him without hesitation.

“Don’t be Angel, I love you too” he gently pulls you out his chest. “I think we should end our night with a dance— whaddya think Angel?”

“I think we should too” he pulls you by your hand to the dance floor.

“Hey Rooster you big stud”

[moonlightisdancing]

Something Old, Something New/j.t.k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 3495

Content Warning: [18+ Minors DNI] wedding/soft/girl-dad jake, soft twin moment, uncle/aunt talk, mention of alcohol, very light pirate play (if you squint), fingering (private and sorta public), accidental edging, bondage, hot wax, oral (f receiving), biting, sword play (no blood or cutting), praise, breeding

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“We ask that all guests please stand for the bride.”

Jake’s standing at the altar, waiting for the moment he’s anticipated since the day he met you. Josh is his best man, Sam and Danny standing behind Josh as groomsmen. Your sister is your maid of honor, Josie and Ronnie are your bridesmaids. Your daughter stands alongside Josie holding a basket filled with red and black petals. Everyone’s turned to the doors behind them, eagerly waiting for you to walk down the aisle. This will be the first time anyone but your mom has seen you in your elegant dress. Your dress is long, black and lacey, a more gothic approach to incorporate you and Jake’s aesthetic. You slowly stride down the aisle, looking at Jake as if he’s the only person in the room. He starts to tear up as he turns away facing Josh.

“Oh man, I can’t- she’s so gorgeous.” Jake mumbles to Josh as he drags his fingers across his eyes.

“Jake, you got this. She does look beautiful.” Josh pats his twin’s shoulder and spins him around.

“Daddy, are you sad?” Your daughter lets go of Josie’s hand and walks towards Jake.

“No, baby. Daddy’s not sad, both of my girls are just too pretty.” Jake picks her up and places her on his hip, he takes the basket out of her hand so it doesn’t hit anyone.

“Daddy! My basket!” She giggles as Jake hands it off to Josie.

“Aunt Josie’s gonna hold it so you don’t get Mommy with it, okay?” He says kissing her forehead as she nods in agreement.

All of the guests are giggling at the exchange between Jake and his daughter as you make your way to the altar. Jake turns and hands off the little one to her Uncle Sammy. It’s no secret her Uncle Sammy is her favorite, he lets her play with Rosebud and Sam had started teaching her piano on the weekends. Once Jake returns his attention to you, he grabs both of your hands and whispers, “You are so gorgeous.” Emotions have visibly taken over the room as you stand with Jake, the bride and groom before their entire family. Josh and Danny have little tears in their eyes, and Sam would if his niece wasn’t trying to make him giggle. You can’t see the girls behind you, but you can hear sniffles amongst your side. Jake’s instructed to give his vows, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded up piece of paper.

“I hope these words make sense, I had Josh help me write it since words are kinda his thing,” He chuckled and the room followed suit, “My beautiful girl, as I stand here, my heart overflows with an intensity of emotion that words can’t describe. I have loved you with every beat of my heart, and I will continue to pass the day I die. I promise to be your unwavering support, your protector and your greatest admirer. You are the fire that ignites my spirit, and the melody that sings in my heart, lighting an eternal flame marked forever by our love. I am deeply in love with you and cherish every day I get to call you mine.”

After the room coos and tears up, you’re instructed to give your vows. Josie hands you a folded paper.

“I didn’t ask Josh for help, but now I’m wishing I had…” Everyone laughs again, riding the ups and downs on the rollercoaster of emotions. “Jacob, from the depths of my soul, I love you. You are the anchor that keeps me grounded and the strength that lifts me up. The moon guiding me through darkness. I promise to continue giving you my unconditional support and love. In your arms, I have found my home, my sanctuary. You are my soulmate and I am eternally grateful to call you mine. I love you forever, my darling.”

Jake’s eyes were glazed over with tears, one blink would release the floodgates. The two of you exchange “I do’s” before you hear the magic words, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Kiszka, you may kiss your bride!” Jake wraps his arm around you placing his left hand at the small of your back, his right arm at the nape of your neck. He presses you into his body with all he has, holding onto you for dear life. The room fills with joyous crying, clapping and cheering as the two of you kiss for the first time as husband and wife. The kiss engulfs you, melting away the background noise and again it feels like you and Jake are the only ones in the room. He pulls away and whispers into your ear, “I can’t wait until later.”

After the ceremony everyone heads to a nearby beach for the reception. The beach is set up with tents and tables for guests to sit at. The center pieces for the tables are tiny glass skull bottles filled with sand from Tybee Island, where Jake proposed to you. The bottles are sealed with white wax, surrounded by chains and ship rope. There’s a barrel with a helm resting against it, topped with a big glass bottle that says “leave us a message.” Guests are encouraged to write you guys a note on some aged paper and pop it into the bottle for you to read later. The night is spent celebrating with one another, dancing, laughing, drinking, making memories.

“Alright, we ask the bride and groom to make their way to the dance floor for their first dance.” Jake takes your hand as you guys work your way to the front of the party. At Last by Etta James starts playing as Jake pulls you close to his chest. The sun has set, the autumn air is crisp and lit by fairy lights hanging around the edges of the canopies. You rest your face on Jake’s shoulder and your moves melt together. He leans his head closer to your ear and whispers, “A little longer and I can have you the way we both need.” He kisses your cheek and presses his face into you, shivers are sent down your spine.

As the night progresses, you reach the fun part, garter removing and bouquet tossing. You guys decided on tossing a plastic skull with a black rose in its eye instead of a full bouquet of flowers. Your sister catches the skull but opts to hand it off to Josie, “I will NOT be the next one married, you have fun with that Jo!” Josie giggles and takes the skull from your sister, placing it on her table as they return back to their seats. A chair is brought up for you to sit in, prepping for Jake to remove the garter from your thigh. Hot in Herre starts playing as Jake gets on his hands and knees, looking up at you with brown doe eyes. You mouth to him “We should do this later.” He giggles before sticking his head under your dress. You always felt that this was an awkward thing to watch at the few weddings you’d been to, but you never imagined how weird it would feel being the one in the chair. Jake decides to play dirty with you where everybody’s watching, but none of them can see. He drags his tongue all the way up your leg, teasing the inside of your thigh before you feel his teeth bite at your skin. He’s nowhere near the garter, purposefully trying to get a rise out of you in front of everybody. Catching on to his game you don’t give in, Jake gives up and drags the garter down your thigh, kissing your ankle before sliding it off your leg entirely and removing his head from under your dress. He stands up, tosses the garter and kisses you on your lips. For the remainder of the night you can’t help but think about your after party, just you and your husband. As the night wraps up, everyone says their goodbyes, Sam hangs behind with you, Jake and your daughter.

“Her overnight bag should be in your car, Mom said she put it in there before the ceremony.” Jake says to Sam.

“Yep! Right in the front seat! Mom set up her car seat too, I was afraid I’d put it in wrong.” Sam still hasn’t figured out the car seat yet even though it’s been 3 years.

“Okay, baby. You’re gonna spend the night at Uncle Sammy’s, Mommy and Daddy will see you tomorrow.” Jake picks up your daughter and squeezes her, swaying back and forth, rapid firing kisses on her cheek, giggles escaping from both of them.

Sam gives you a hug, “Congratulations, you look gorgeous.” Jake hands off the child to you so you can say goodbye. While you’re hugging her and kissing her cheeks, Sam hugs and congratulates his brother. He grabs his niece from you, “Say bye-bye to Mommy and Daddy.” He waves his arm so she follows suit. As they’re walking away you hear her ask, “Uncle Sammy, I can play with my Rosie tonight?” He’s too far away for you to hear now, but you see his shoulders bounce in a chuckle.

“You ready, baby?” He looks at you with heavy eyes, grabbing your waist.

“Always.” You wrap your arms around his torso.

There’s a black SUV waiting to bring you guys back home, Karen made sure a ride would be set up so you guys could enjoy your night and celebrate. You guys get into the SUV, and before the driver pulls off Jake is all over you. Luckily there was a divider between the two of you and the driver, granted it was just a sliding window, that doesn’t stop Jake from warming you up. He starts kissing any bit of your skin exposed, touching you in any way he can that won’t elicit too much attention from the driver. He runs his hands up your dress, dragging his rough fingers over your skin making his way to your hips. His lips are moving up your neck from your chest until he reaches your ear, tucking his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, he nibbles your ear.

“Can I take these off?” He whispers in your ear, tugging at your panties for approval.

“Anything you want, Captain.” You respond, waiting for any response regarding the pet name .

“Oh, naughty. You wanna walk this plank tonight?”

“Only if you help me control the waves.”

He slowly starts to pull your panties down your thighs, you lift up off the leather seat so he can slide them down your legs and off of your ankles. He raises them to his nose, taking in your scent , “If you make any noise, these go in your mouth, understand?” You shake your head ‘yes’ as he tucks your panties into his pocket. He puts his hands back under your dress, reaching for your exposed clit. Jake starts to work soft circles over you, just enough to make you writhe under his touch. He kisses up your neck again, making sure to leave marks, your breaths become sharp as you try to keep quiet. He drags his fingers down between your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers. Lingering his ring and middle finger at your entrance, he locks eye contact and pulls the top of your dress down with his free hand, exposing your left breast to the cool air. He keeps his eyes locked with yours watching for any sign of discomfort as he works his calloused fingers in, moving his warm tongue across your nipple. His thumb finds its way to your clit, you feel yourself getting closer but your orgasm is put on standby.

“We’re here, Mr. and Mrs. Kiszka.” The driver taps on the tinted window.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby. You know I don’t like doing that to you. Let me help you.” Jake mutters as he removes his fingers and helps you pull your dress over your breasts.

You guys stumble out of the van, Jake gets out the same side as you and picks you up bridal style. He carries you inside, flicking on the light with your heel. He sits you on the couch and gets on his knees to take your heels off, kissing the top of each foot after removing them.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” Jake’s rubbing his hands up and down your calves.

“I’m ready, Captain.” You giggle and reach down to run your fingers through his hair.

He stands up and grabs your hands, leading you off the couch, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder. As he’s carrying you into the room you see an array of items splayed out across the dresser’s surface. A lit candle, rope and a sword to be exact. He gently tosses you onto the bed, making quick work to remove your wedding dress. You’re sitting naked on the bed as Jake goes and grabs the rope from the display.

“If it’s too much, tell me.”

“I will, Jakey.”

He lays you back on the bed, situating your legs open, tying each ankle to a bed post with a single column tie knot.

“Is that too tight?”

“No.”

Jake nods as he reaches up for your hands, tying them together in a simple handcuff knot, pushing them up above your head, body on full display. He goes back to the dresser and picks up the candle. You guys have only tried wax play once before, but it turned out well enough for you to agree to trying it again. Making his way back over, he hovers over your body tipping the candle at an angle. The hot wax drips onto your sternum and down your belly, earning Jake an audible gasp. The look in your eyes is one of pleasure and excitement. He lets a few more drops of wax find their way onto your skin, pooling in your dips. Once he’s satisfied with the coverage, he blows the candle out and returns it to the dresser. Impatience settles in while Jake’s waiting for the wax to solidify, he starts kissing you from the tops of your feet, trailing up your leg until he reaches your thigh, gently biting the flesh.

“Do you wanna try something old, or something new?” His eyes find their way to your face between the valley of your breasts.

“Something new.”

He stands back up and reaches for the sword off of the dresser. “It’s not sharp.” He drags the blade across the back of his arm to ensure you, but you know Jake would never do anything to harm you. He’s waving the sword in tiny figure 8s in front of himself as he walks towards you. He drags the cold blade up your leg and presses it on your clit, pulling away and gently tapping you with it, you jerk your body up. The sword finds its way to the wax pooling on your stomach as Jake scrapes it off with the back of the blade, squirming under the cold metal.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” He bends down and bites your stomach, cooling the sting with the blade.

Jake undoes his belt with one hand, placing the sword beside you on the bed with the other. He begins getting undressed, standing before you entirely unclothed. His cock is hard, hanging between his thighs begging to be touched. Jake slowly leans over you, his cock pressed against your stomach, he places a hand to your cheek as he passionately kisses you. You move your hands down trying to feel him under your fingers, but he’s quick to push them back where they belong.

“No touching.” He whispers.

He resumes kissing down your body, working his way down your neck and sternum making his way to your center. He licks a stripe making sure to pay extra attention to your previously neglected clit, lapping at you like he hasn’t tasted you in months. Jake’s looking up at you, eye contact being held between your breasts as he slips his fingers in where they once worked. You gasp at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out, waiting for him to replace them with something bigger. He slowly thrusts in and each time going as far back as he can reach, curling his fingers straight into what feels like your soul. Your grip starts to tighten around his fingers slowing his pace down, he places his free hand on your lower stomach to hold you down. Jake removes his lips from your clit, replacing them with the palm of his hand.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me.”

He brings his body up more to let you taste yourself off his lips. Leaning in for a kiss, the taste of his whiskey kissed breath and your slick push you over the edge. You’re crying out his name, begging him to fuck you senseless. Jake slides his body back down lining up with you, working his cock in with his fingers still pumping inside. Your eyebrows scrunch together.

“Jake, too much, it’s too much.”

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He quickly slides his fingers out, leaving just his tip at your entrance. “Is this better?”

You nod, cheeks bright red from the heat. He pushes slowly until you take him entirely. Jake reaches for the sword and slides it in between the rope knotted around your wrists, he rips up with all his strength snapping the rope. “Do you want to touch me?” He asks as he tosses the sword on the floor and loosens the rope around your wrists. You reach up, locking your arms around his neck, moving your back off of the bed. Jake wraps his body under your arms around your torso, digging his nails into the space just shy of your armpits on either side. His grip is so tight, you’re positive you’ll have finger-shaped bruises on both sides before he’s done with you. You feel a shift in Jake’s demeanor, like something primal has woken up inside of him. Sweat starts beading up on his chest and forehead, his body temperature rising as he continues thrusting into you as fast as his body lets him move. He bends back and releases the rope from the bed posts, freeing your legs.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

You do as instructed, wrapping your legs around Jake’s back allowing him to hit your spot from a different angle. He moves one of his arms down to toy your clit, hoping to make you cum again. He messily flicks back and forth with his thumb, his pace growing faster and less coordinated. He starts to swivel his hips, his cock dancing inside of you. The movement’s feel like something you’ve seen before, it dawns on you he moves the same way on stage. The knowledge of Jake mimicking these movements becomes enough to bring you to the ledge, waiting to push you into the crashing waves. He feels you tightening around his width, pulling him under with you. He holds onto you like an anchor in a storm, taking him fully in you as your body thrashes like a ship, leaving you feeling like nothing more than a piece of driftwood yearning for land to rest on. Jake releases inside of you, the final set of waves to push you to shore, letting out a deep guttural moan. Jake’s weight is on top of you as he slowly comes back to his senses. He pulls out and lays beside you, pulling you into his side, peppering your temple with soft kisses. Silence washes over the dark room, moonlight barely poking through the curtains. He drags his fingers through your messy hair in attempts to comb it out.

“You felt so good. You’re always so good to me, my love.” He always makes it evident he worships the ground you walk on and the air you breathe.

He sits up out of bed, mindful of helping you get cleaned before he’s too tired. He grabs a towel and makeup wipes, he wipes his seed gently from your flower before wiping your running makeup off of your face. He tosses the towel on the floor on top of his dirty laundry and throws the wipes into the can below your bedside table. Jake grabs you back into his arms, barely pulling the covers over the both of you, snuggling his face into your neck as you fall asleep to the beat of his heart.

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Newsies Goil

“Dat goil over there s called Emma.” Jack says pointing her out to Racetrack.

The newsie goil was far better than that bitch Sarah, who fooled CowBoy and then cheated on him.

“I’s love you.” Emma said and Jack smiled at her.

“I love that you’se a Newsie Goil. Dat’s so much better than Sarah. I’s love you too.”

Too show his love, Jack begins to serenade her.

“Wow.” She says. “I never knew you could play the piano.

“I’m full of surprises.” Jack says back with a wink. “Did you know that I have enough money for a wedding. You can get a dress and be the prettiest goil there.”

“I don’t wanna wear a dress.” She says frowning. “Those are so girly.”

Jack laughs and keeps singing Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

“Yous is right bout dat.” He says. “That’s like you wearing make up.”

They both laugh at his joke as they both know she doesn’t wear make up like Sarah to try and impress the boys. Her face is naturally pale and flawless with her green eyes bright even with no mascara.

She watches intensely as Jack keeps playing the piano. He must still be sad about Sarah cheating on him with Blink and Skittery two separate times she thinks, because how much emotion he puts into the song as his eyes tear up.

Tears start to stream down his cheeks as he sings about ice in her soul and Emma wants to hug him.

Her raven black hair covers her face as she looks down. She likes to stand like this so no one can see how ugly she is although she always has boys chasing her. She doesn’t understand why.

Jack finishes his song and she doesn’t look up.

“I won’t cheat on you like dat bitch Sarah.”

“I trust you.” Jack says and they kiss.

Jack goes home to tell davey and the other boys that he’s in love.

Emma is about to leave to but then she spots a man in the corner. One she never thought she’d see again.

Morris Delancey. A bully of the newsies.

She quickly tucked her hair under her hat to disguise herself as a boy again like she did for a year, it always helped her sell the most papers when she pretended to be a boy, especially because there were no goil newsies.

she was surprised when Morris started to cry.

“What’s wrong.” She asked trying to keep her voice low to disguise she was a girl, it was difficult because her long eyelashes could give her away so she had to disguise everything good.

“I don’t need no help from a newsie.” Morris says but his eyes are sad.

She hates him for hurting her friends but she feels bad for him also.

She decides to help him because if she wanted to she could beat him in a fight. She would take the chance at talk to him.

She did it last week when he had made a comment at Jack, the love of her life. She had punched his r face and broke his nose and was too fast for him.

“Even delanceys can get sad.” She says as comfort and he nods. “What’s wrong.”

“Ise in love with the prettiest girl I ever seen with raven black hair and green eyes. She’s 4 ft 5 inches but she disappeared before I could tell her I love her.”

Emma gasps. There’s no way he can be talking about her can he??

But she is that short she thinks. She always needs Mush’s help to climb into her bunk and reach things cause she’s too tiny.

It’s hard being the only news goil.

——-

Pops head up from behind walls

Waves. Hi guys sorry it’s been a few months-

Spot: a few months! Dat ain’t good enough goil the people was waiting

Me: I knowwwww

Didn’t watch newsies for a bit

Jack, looking offended but ripped: I thought you loved me

(My eyes tear up) ignore him!!

Anyway I’m back in newsies now and the next chapter is comingsooooon

Spot: (rolls his eyes)

Me: hey! Don’t roll your eyes at me! I could kill you off.

(Takes deep breath and smooths out shirt)

*anyway* should be back with the next update soon!!

Rawr XD (rolls out on mini convertible)

[writing-fanics]

a duet turned solo

carlo x fem!reader

summary: carlo and y/n sing Feel together something she once loved doing

warning: spoilers for lies of p, angst, mentions of death, first time writing for lies of p

song

"Close your eyes.' She sang, as her fiancé Carlo played the piano. Her voice was music to his ears. Her singing matched no other person in Krat, in his words. 'Come to me. Feel all right. Just dance with me all through the night.' She sang, closing her eyes and nodding her head to the gentle music. A smile grew across her lips as she opened her eyes, and turned towards her lover.

She tilted her head playfully and smiled. Looking at him lovingly, 'Turn it out. Close to you.' She continued, her voice echoing throughout the room. Her voice so gentle and soft but powerful, as if putting all her emotions into the song. 'I feel good. 'Cause I just know feeling of you. Give it to me baby.' She continued, looking at her lover knowingly.

'Fe-'

'Feel all right.' Carlo sang, and she looked at him and shock. She smiled happily as the solo became a duet, 'I feel good.' She sang, leaning closer to her lover. 'Just want you to step with me,' She sang, following the beat.

'dance with me,' Carlo sang.

'here with me,' She sang.

'feel all right!' The two sang together. Enjoying every second, 'I feel good on you all right. To make a groove all night.' She sang and leaned her head against his shoulder smiling. She loved moments like this with him just the two of them together; he's playing the song on the piano and she sings and on occasion, he'd sing along with her.

She lifted her head from his shoulder, 'Close your eyes.' He sang sending her a glance, 'Come to me.' She sang leaning closer and smiling, as her heart skipped a beat. 'Feel all right.' He sang.

'Just dance with me all through the night.' She sang, and she looked at him, 'Turn it out. Close to you.' She sang, placing her hands on her lap. 'I feel good. 'Cause I just know feeling of you.' He sang, looking at her knowingly just as she did moments ago.

'Give it to me baby.' She sang, looking at him smiling her heart swelling. There was no end to it. Every time she keeps falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

'Feel all right. I feel good.' She sang, looking up at the ceiling getting lost in thought about their future together. One thing is for sure, they'd most likely end up moving out of Krat. Once they've got enough money. Buy a house, maybe have some kids. 'Just want you to step with me,' She sang, her attention falling back towards her lover.

'dance with me,' He Sang

' here with me,' She Sang

'feel all right!' The two sang, together staring into each other's eyes longingly. The love the two share for each other could be felt throughout the room, 'I feel good on you all right. To make a groove all night.' She sang, and quickly kissed her lover on the cheek.

'Feel all right! I feel good.' She sang slowly, scooting closer to her lover. He smiled softly, Just want you to step with me, dance with me, feel all right!' She sang,'I feel good on you all right. To make a groove all night.' She sang. 'Close your eyes.' She sang, closing her eyes.

'Come to me. Close your eyes.' She sang, watching as Carlo finished the song. She bit her lip nervously and placed her hand on her stomach. She turned towards her lover and opened her mouth, "Carlo, I'm p-" Her eyes widened and her heart sank. As Carlo started coughing up blue blood, into his hands. She looked at him worriedly and placed her hand on his back as his coughing got worse.

She opened her eyes and noticed the empty space beside her; she stared down at the piano tears in her eyes. As the song ended on the gramophone, she stared at the piano blankly.

Unable to play a single note, nor to sing the song. Her passion and love of singing had died the day she lost everything and everyone she loved. So those simple pleasures that once brought her much joy.

Now, it only brought pain and sadness. Carlo and her had their whole life ahead of them a future together. A happy one, just the two of them together with the possibility of a little one down the line. Singing songs and playing piano together as a family in their free time. But now all that's gone and here she is sitting alone without the love of her life.

[avidrawsthings]

Meet Talbot and Reina's children, 2024 edition:

While most of their core details remain the same, I gave them an overdue update to reflect the current changes to the au. As a whole:

The kids were born in the Three Broomsticks during the Battle of Hogwarts (long story lol)

Because of their vast Magic, they were approved to start Hogwarts one year early, so they're a year younger than most of their classmates during the events of Magic Awakened.

Like Reina, they're dual enrolled at Vytaria, so they only take core classes at Hogwarts.

They inherited their mother's ability to detect people's true emotions and intentions, so they're well aware of who to avoid.

Their individual info will be below.

Corvo Winger

He/Him

Slytherin

The music kid

Oldest of the four. Due to the Chimerism that runs in his mother's side of the family, he fused with what would've been their 5th sibling.

He's known to give of a very cool kid vibe, is usually calm and collected and easy to get along with.

Corvo is Narcoleptic and prone to sleeping a lot. He can still retain info while asleep, which proves to be a big help during classes.

From an early age he has always loved music, and manifests Symphony Magic when he's older. His spells are said to have a musical beat to them.

His signature green discs are created from Magic, allowing him to create beats that enhance the spells of his own as well as allies, and can disorient opponents.

Explored different musical instruments, and his favorites are the violin and piano.

Ava Winger

She/Her

Gryffindor

The athletic kid

Second oldest of the four

Loves food and is almost always snacking on something in between meals. Would manifest Food Magic as one of her types.

Was always the most energetic of her siblings, and was already fast as soon as she could crawl.

During early childhood, she played all kinds of sports. Her top favorite is skating, and she was taught by her mom how to transfigure her shoes into skates. Ava is usually seen skating around the castle.

Bonded with Robyn almost immediately. The two would then try out for Quidditch in their second year, and Ava herself becomes a Chaser.

Raven Winger

She/Her

Ravenclaw

The baking kid

Second youngest of the four.

Raven was born on the Autism Spectrum and her biggest focus at an early age was baking. She often helped her mom out in the kitchen as soon as she was old enough to, and would manifest Food Magic.

At Hogwarts, she often spends most of her downtime in the kitchens baking.

Thanks to her quiet and reserved nature, she found herself becoming good friends with Daniel. She'd often give him sweets during times he'd stay up late brewing potions.

She often sells her sweets to any classmate or staff member interested, much like Reina once did during her school days. Named her mini business The Witching Flour.

Altair Winger

He/Him

Hufflepuff

The art kid

The youngest of the four

The most sensitive of his siblings, and was always prone to crying whether he was sad or happy.

Always loved drawing for as long as he could remember, and his favorites were markers. As he gets older, he loves to work with all kinds of inks, manifesting Ink Magic.

He's often seen with his sketchbook and ink case. At school, he becomes fast friends with Lottie thanks to their shared love of art.

Combines Ink and Paper Magic to create colorful paper sculptures. He'll sometimes leave smaller creations around the castle and grounds for folks to find.

[nanomooselet]

Episode Nine: Millions Knives

Knives is firmly among my favourite characters. Adore him, fascinated by him, need to hit him over the head with a baseball bat.

The thing about Knives is that he lies constantly. I think he's so used to lying that he's come to believe himself truthful and sincere. To be fair to him, his emotions are very sincerely felt - I think they rattle his teeth, actually - but I don't think he understands them, even in hindsight. I don't think he understands the emotions or responses of others, either. They make no intuitive sense to him. So he rationalises reactions he doesn't expect as weakness, error or corruption to avoid admitting to himself where the problem might lie, and considers them only on those terms. Which must be terribly, terribly isolating, and it means he also lies to himself.

I suppose it's not a secret that I see a lot of myself in Vash - the guilt, the distance, the way he exaggerates his reactions around others - but there's a little bit of Knives there too. Enough that I feel sympathy. But I also recognise parts of him that aren't in me at all; they were a sickness I didn't realise I had, or the voices of people I wish had known better.

So my feelings about him are complicated, to put it mildly. I remember after watching the finale I had simultaneous urges to wrap him in a blanket and beat him to death with a tire iron, and that hasn't really changed. It's a difficult state of mind.

He's a great character.

Such a sweet, sad scene from a character we saw being so vicious. The notes begin slow, faltering - loneliness, hesitation. Perhaps even regret? And then Vash enters in his memory and adds his voice, and while it's still a little awkward, the notes themselves seem to smile along with him. Knives has learned over time to play the song himself, but it's still incomplete without Vash. The room is ridiculously huge, which makes Knives in the centre even tinier and lonelier than he'd otherwise be; the distance of the long-shot also conceals that he sits just a little further to the right than he needs to, so the realisation is slow. There's a lot of empty space. It looks like the room is unfurnished besides the piano and bench, with some random debris scattered around. How long has he been staying here? How long has he sat on that bench, trying to fill all that emptiness? Around him, beneath him, humans do human things and he is indifferent. He permits it only because soon none of it will matter.

I have to wonder what it is that Conrad got for Knives that made Knives look so pleased. Can't help but consider it ominous.

Also, Luida wasn't the only member of the SEEDs crew to pass on a haircut.

They have very similar clothes, too. That must have been an interesting shopping trip.

I spent literal hours combing through all my references trying to figure out if that was SEEDs Ship Five the city was built in, and I don't think so - Ship Five had human passengers and July was built in a Plant carrier. (So much for "I made sure the Plant ships would survive.") So at least we're spared the twist of the knife (sigh) it would have been to know somewhere in among all these withered Plants might be the twins' birth mother or the one who greeted them with Rem - but Jesus V. Saverem Christ, that doesn't make it better.

Knives, y'know - I do get why you killed those men. I really do. Humans are not innocent of this horror. Humans are not angels. Humans are survivors. We're also unfortunately greedy, short-sighted and brutally indifferent to those we don't perceive as part of the ingroup, especially when desperate. Even if you're willing to overlook this callous, casual abuse of living beings - and I wouldn't be - this is a recklessly unsustainable approach. Almost like a decision one might make in panic out of misfiring instinctive urge to seek safety? Not that I'm implying anything about your decisions.

And so when he sees Vash Knives immediately blames all of humanity when Knives bears at least a portion of the blame himself. There would always be casualties in such wide-scale destruction, even among those he intended to spare. Nor did he seem to do anything to protect the Plants aboard the crashed ship (likely because it would require relying on more humans), though it's obvious they would be vulnerable. But there's no way he can take responsibility for the deaths of his own kind on top of everything else he's done... though truly we're also our own worst advocates.

I'm sure they were happy to be useful.

Maybe Knives should have thanked the technician who said that to him before his death, because what he said made Knives so very angry. Anger, for Knives, is strength, and strength is certainty. A frightened little boy is sorry that he killed his mother and drove his brother away. A frightened little boy couldn't do this. Vash is frightened, of course. Clinging to Rem's skirts, a coward still, years later. Totally lacking conviction. But Knives thought of this. He knows how to work with that too.

Interesting that when Vash felt unworthy of the people of Home, he took off the coat they gave him to give it back. Knives, though, he snatches the gift he gave Vash straight out of his hands. If he's learned to play a duet alone he doesn't need Vash to do this either. He doesn't need Vash. It'd just be nice! You know. Not to have to rely on himself all the time!

His stupid little face and its utter bafflement. Where is this coming from? Vash isn't like this! I don’t remember it being like this! What could possibly have changed?

Knives intended to keep his calm throughout this confrontation. You can watch him visibly gather himself when he notices Vash enter; take a deep breath, push his hood back - it's why he went from kneeling to standing. It's like he can't be vulnerable, or even ask for comfort, but I swear if he'd just asked Vash for a hug instead of stabbing people the series would have ended there. Instead he tips further and further over the edge, refusing to reach out for help on terms other than the ones in his head, which he refuses to explain. And the moment a variable he can't control enters the situation, his first and only reaction is to violently remove it.

(Poor Luida must have no idea what the hell is going on. Although I bet this reunion explained a lot with hindsight.)

Why do you point that gun at me? Even though I saved you?

That's really the question Knives needs to consider the answer to himself, and he's not going to. Instead he imposes a time limit (and I'm starting to think when it ran out, that was when the Eye of Michael got into gear, so it's been around for approx. forty-five years) and runs off to cry in his piano room as though Vash is the one who needs a time-out.

Well.

He does, at that.

There's so much hope in what follows. Compared to Knives's vast hollow space, Vash's little room is so full of warmth and acceptance. He has people who love him and even a solution to the ongoing crisis, albeit an imperfect one - but he has something, he's not just flailing around until the day he catches one too many bullets. He has a goal in healing the Plants and helping people, and he has people who support him in it. And sure, he faces scepticism. Not to mention the parameters he's put on himself (I'll never kill, ever again... I'll figure out a way to save everyone. The humans, Plants... and Nai) which are Dark Souls times Atlus superboss impossible. But even Brad, who once called him a monster, thinks he's in with a chance.

I truly wish I found that more comforting than I did.

[small-sinclair]

But I Love Ya

Again, @bluecoolr’s gave me this idea based off this gut killing comic and this one too. I think it’s neat and is sad but it’s nice :3

This is a gift to @fluffy-little-demon and @ahmnom.

Tw: past trauma, mention of physical abuse, mentioned of self-harm, mention of emotional abuse

This story takes place two years into the killings.

Hope y'all enjoy!

It's been two years, 3 months, 12 days since Trudy died, but Bo still felt her looking at him front his bedroom doorway, her eyes unforgiving and solid. He felt her gazing at him as if he was the mistake she made, an unsolved wax structure that needed to be washed out and burned, destroyed to nothing but liquid heat to be used later for something better and different.

Deep down, Bo wanted her eyes to go away, to un-feel the nails over his skin like claws over a rock, sharpening and ready to kill. He wanted nothing more than to diver under his covers and hide from his mother's gaze, but even under the covers Bo wasn't safe. He excepted that he wouldn't be sleeping tonight, and he's okay with it? Is he really?

Bo turned to his side and turned on the lamp on his nightstand. He sits up and wiped the sweat from his face. The heatwave will never lift until he's down with his mother's work. She told him that she'll allow him to sleep peacefully once it's all completed. It's been two years of killing, fighting, destroying, and creating. The amount of blood on his hands could drown a single person if they didn't know how to swim. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his wrist. The scars itch so bad that he wants to run a knife over them just to stop the stings and aches of the past. Maybe that'll help him sleep?

It's not your fault, I supposed, that I can't love you, his mother's voice echoed through his head. It's just hard to love you, and I've tried everything that I could.

"I love you, Mama," BO whispers to himself as he ran his fingers over the fabric of the bed, feeling the sheets and its weight. "I truly do love ya."

You're wasting my time and your father's time, Beauregard! His mother laughed like she did the first time he told her he loved her and his father. Now, git! The more interesting twin is about to do his piano residal. Don't want you to fuss or nothin' when guest are here. Take Lester to your room and wait until it's over!

The memory ended with a slap across the face and Lester crying when it happened. his mother never cared for Lester, and it hurts Bo sometimes when he's reminded with the lack of baby pictures of Lester.

On the nightstand, he takes the picture of him and his brothers against the lamp and held it between his fingers. It was taken on his Polaroid by a friend. All of them were smiling as the twins stood either side of their little brother, who was grinning ear-to-ear with a college diploma in hand from the state college. He was the only one of the brothers to get some type of higher education. Even though his little brother never showed it, he was pretty fucking smart when it came to geology and environment. he works for the state picking up and recording roadkill--

Why didn't you or Vincent go? Why didn't Vincent try?

His mother hated that Lester proved her wrong with getting a degree, and she hated it more when he cut her out of his life. Bo didn't blame her, but he knew that he couldn't do that. He wasn't strong enough to do that until she died, until the day he killed her himself. Hands around her throat, chocking out the life he never wanted. He didn't want to hear her voice or see her eyes. He didn't want to feel her hand slapping across his face or tying him down as his father beats him with a leather belt or a twitch. He didn't want to hear her breath or say anything to him...

So does he still owe her everything? Why does he do this for her? Destroy people and lives just to make her dream come true? Maybe it was the catholic inside him to honor thy parents and wishes, but he didn't want to admit it. If he did, he would end up losing to her and she would win again. Come to think of it, his knees did hurt from begging his mother to love him, to hold him, to make him feel like he belong to a world where sin is the truth and blessings are a lie.

"But I love you," he murmurs to himself as lowered the photo on the bed. "I've always loved ya."

He rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes. he allowed his mothers nails rack over his skin and cut him open like a fish. He let the past pains of hits and tears go after him, over and over again until he was nothing. It's what he deserves, right? He was to take the pain or his twin would get the brunt of it. Poor Vincent. He'll never truly know what an iron hot pan felt against his back. Still to this day, he doesn't tell Vincent how his back go so burned and scared. How could he?

He takes a deep breath in, tasting the dust and honeydew of the south, and let out a long, hallowed breath filled with sadness and skill. When he looks up, all he could see was himself looking back at him, and the shadow of his mother standing in his other half. He'll always be the other half of someone, his brother, his mother, father-- he'll never be whole until he finishes what his mother started.

If he was more like Vincent, looked like and creative like him, would his mother love him the same?

I can only love one child, Bo. Sadly, you'll never know love.

The ciggarette burns on the back of his shoulders ached and screamed to let open. As much as he would love to take his knife and carved out his mother's blood, what would he be lift with? His father? Vincent and Lester? Everything he does is for his family. When will he be able to do something for himself for a change?

He just wanted to be free from her claw-like nails. He wanted to be gone from her gaze from above, but how could he when she's laying in a casket down the road? Why couldn't he bury her and take his brothers somewhere else where they could breath and be free? Why could he do that?

Becasue he's stuck here. He will never be forgiven until his brothers are, too. They've done nothing wrong--

It's becasue you are a Sinclair, boy, his father answered, his stomach aching from an unseen punch. We have the word 'sin' in the first part! You are born in to it and you will die to it! Now, get on those fucking knees and beg!

He placed the picture to the side and laid back down, hands folded over his chest. "But I love ya, Mama," he whispers again. "I love ya and Pa and my brothers."

That's nice and all, but who would love you back? It's not me, I'll tell you that for free!

He wanted to turn out the lights and sleep, but the heat of the marsh and the sins on his skin will never allow him to rest. He will never allow himself to rest until his mother's job is finish. If he can't be forgiven, then he'll work hard enough to make sure Vincent and Lester are! He will not have his brothers fall down with him, he can't allow that!

Do you think your brothers love you, Bo? Ha! they only love you because you are their brother! Shape up and help me Lester! He won't sit still, so help me get him in your old chair--

he shot out of bed as he heard the straps tying onto his skin like cold chains. Bo held his chest, controlling his breathing, as he looked at his empty bed. It's only him and the night, the darkness of the room filling his thoughts as the demons came out to play. The painful memory of his little brother being restrained and taped to his bed--

Lester. Have to make sure Lester isn't held down. He can't be held down! He never would allow it! Bo will set this world on fire if he ever saw Lester tied down again.

He takes his green plaid and puts it on as he heads out of his room. He wonders down the hall past his mother's bedroom and stops at the end, standing in front of Lester's closed door. Gently, he nudges the door open and tip-toes in. His baby brother was curled up in his blankets in his Scooby-Doo boxers and cuddling a pillow-shaped ladybug. He was breathing softly, his chest calm as it rises and falls without a care.

Silently, he crept over to his brother's bed and kneels next to him. Gingerly, his fingers wrap around Lester's wrist and pulled forward. Relief washed over him like a waterfall when he found that he wasn't restrained or tied. Only light scars of the past showed. Goodness, his thoughts were getting to the best of him tonight. He leaned down and kissed his brother's wrist before standing up. At least his baby brother is safe--

"...Bo?" A tired voice escaped as he stood next to the door. "Bo, 's 'at ya?" Lester asked, sitting up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Wha' are ya doin'?" He yawned as sleepiness started to take over.

Bo looked back at his brother and shook his head. "Nothin'. Go back ta' sleep, Lessy."

"Had a nightmare?" He asked, his eyes going into focus. "'S okay if ya did." He scoots over and patted the empty side. "Wanan sleep wit' me?"

Bo's brows lifted in sadness. He felt like he was a child again. Back when they were kids, Bo and Vincent always went to Lester if they had a bad dream. For some reason, he was good at keeping the demons and monsters at bay and gone until the sun came up.

Bo bit his bottom lip nervously. "If ya don't mind."

"Never had, Bo," Lester answered, laying back down, patting the bed next to him. "Com' an' sleep."

Bo came back to his brother's side and laid in the bed. Like he did before, he pulled his brother close to his chest and closed his eyes. He does love his brothers, and his brothers love him.

But his mama never will.

"Love ya," Lester murmurs, cuddling into his brother's side.

Bo doesn't say it back, but he wishes he could.

[hermiones-amortentia]

Do you have any headcanons for Ron and Hermione and their kids?

Ron gives Hermione a small present in 1st year after learning she spent her birthday alone and she had no friend.

Ron doodles R+H randomly in the back page of her parchment and once McGonagall finds it.

Hermione absolutely adores when he stands up for her against all the malicious bullies. In 2nd year when he tries to attack Malfoy, her small crush begins. In 3rd year when he stands up for her against Snape, her crush deepens, in 4th year when Ron again defends her against Malfoy and Snape she is almost in love.

Hermione goes to the burrow/no. 12 grimmauld place every year before Harry bcz she wants to spend more time with Ron. Her parents know about her crush and they are very supportive.

When Ron finds out Cormac tried to force himself on Hermione, he beats Cormac up. Hermione knows but she doesn't say anything.

Ron always hates how much discrimination Hermione faces from Malfoy, Pansy and all the slytherins and he always wants to beat Malfoy into pulp. He gets his wish in deathly Hallows.

When Ron leaves in DH, Hermione writes a 4 page essay about her feelings for Ron bcz she thinks she will never see him again. She shoves the letter inside her bag. Years Later Ron finds it and reads it.

Ron goes to a tree house near burrow whenever he is upset, sad, depressed. Hermione finds him there and they share their 2nd kiss.

Ron takes her out on a date near devon, in a small wizarding village. There Ron tells her he loves her and she reciprocates.

Ron alone goes with Hermione to Australia to find her parents and she restores their memories there. Hermione tells her parents that she is dating Ron.

After coming back they have their 1st time in the burrow. No one is there when they do it lol

Ron regularly visits Hermione at Hogwarts when she is finishing her final year.

After getting her NEWT Hermione spends a year with her parents. Ron stays with George in his flat and he continues his auror training.

When Hermione turns 21, Ron and Hermione move in together in a small house far away from the city. Near a village.

Ron proposes Hermione during a heated argument. They get married at 25.

They don't plan their 1st child. Its an accident. But Hermione refuses to abort the baby.

After Hermione finds out she is pregnant with their 1st child, they buy a big house much bigger than the previous one and it's close to city.

Rose has blue eyes, curly red hair, freckles and is as intelligent as Hermione.

At 1st they are scared but after seeing Rose, they start love her so much that they plan for another baby. Hugo is born 3 years after Rose.

Hugo has curly brown hair and blue eyes. He isn't as intelligent as Rose. He is more introvert and artistic.

Hermione insists her children to have primary muggle education. So they send their kids to a muggle kids school.

After both kids are born when Rose is 6 and Hugo is 3, Ron and Hermione's relationship faces some difficulties regarding emotional and physical attachments.

They take some time from their job and go on a holiday together. Just two of them and they connect with each other in a more passionate and intimate way both emotionally and physically.

Ron learns muggle music. Piano and guitar. He is pretty good at it.

After Rose and Hugo leave for Hogwarts in 2020, they finally have the home all for themselves and they discover they are still hopelessly, completely, passionately in love with each other. But that's nothing new is it? A love like theirs is hard to find.