#I know it supposed to be short silver hair but... hey length it
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Hey! Pteranodon - share a peaceful scene and Apatosaurus - share some of your favorite dialogue?
Hello!!! Tysm for the ask!
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These ended up both being from The Marking Blood... who knew?
Pteranodon - share a peaceful scene
the way this threw me into a crisis because i searched everything and could not find one. so this is the closest approximation. i... there is no excuse....
Maja allowed herself to be pressed back against the railing. The wind tugged her chemise about every which way until Sonea pulled it upwards and pinned the flailing hem still with her body. She braced a hand against the railing on either side of the woman’s waist.
As she leaned in to kiss gently around her cheeks and nose, Maja snorted. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were being romantic.”
“You wish.”
They shared a low chuckle. Sonea relished in the warmth of Maja’s body, supple and inviting against her own.
A dreamlike quiet swaddled them both for a precious moment.
“Yer freezing,” Maja said at last. Those eyes danced with plausible deniability over Sonea’s lips. Sonea leaned closer, flashing a wolfish smile.
“I’ve been standing out here naked, dummy.”
“You—”
Sonea closed what little distance remained, silencing Maja with her lips. For a heartbeat, Maja was still, as if surprised. As the wind swelled once more, Sonea felt those soft hands capture her face. Maja’s lips met Sonea’s as a parched woman meets water, as a drunkard meets the flagon.
Apatosaurus - share some of your favorite dialogue
I WAS EXCITED FOR THIS ONE but then realized I had too many good choices...... it kills me, but i did pick just one..... 😭
The woman made no move for her drink. Instead, her lips parted. Zova caught a sliver of white teeth before words came out from between them.
“Beg pardon, miss, I could not help but admire your perfume.”
Despite the noise of the tavern, Zova heard the woman’s voice as clearly as if they were the only two people alive.
She blinked, briefly forgetting how to produce words. “My thanks, miss. It was a gift.”
Claret lips curled at the corners. “You seem the sort to receive a lot of gifts.”
This tore a short laugh from Zova. A line so straight-spoken, she might have expected from a man seeking to impress her with his boldness. Not as much from a strange beauty. “I suppose I am. Well…” She paused to think for a second, and no longer. “The perfume is nothing—see this.”
After Sonea had left, Zova had only raised her veil that evening in order to sip her various drinks. Now, she found herself flipping the length of the thing back over her head for a total stranger. She leaned forward, laced hand indicating the elaborate chain of pearls and silver clasped at her neck. A gift from—well, who remembered?
The woman mirrored her lean. Zova felt a particular pride as the woman raised her fingertips to the necklace, holding a pearl segment closer for inspection. “You’ve a boyfriend of some means, then?”
“I’ve had more boyfriends of some means than there are pearls on this necklace.”
They looked at each other. When Zova burst into a fit of chuckles, she was delighted to see that the woman was not far behind her.
Even in laughter, the woman radiated elegance. And something more that Zova could not name. Her laugh evoked in Zova a sense of woodlands in the nighttime. Looking up into the sky while the wind rattled the treetops overhead. She felt small by comparison.
“You’re not from these parts,” she blurted. At the minute widening of the woman’s eyes, she knew that the polite thing would be to excuse her blunt observation. But she did not. “And you must not have come up the mountain for the funeral. I would have remembered hair such as yours.” It was a strange turn for the night to take, she thought, to wade through hours of entertaining idle conversation to be met with an investment in speaking with this one perfect stranger above all others.
The woman leaned a satin-clad elbow on the bar. She turned her boundless eyes elsewhere. “You would be partly correct, miss,” she said, thoughtful. Her fingertip traced the lip of her cup. “I was delayed in my arrival. I thought I might pay my respects at the gravesite. After a drink or so.”
“Oh!” Zova gasped. “I’d been meaning to go see him properly after the service. You are free to accompany me, if you like.” Her heart leapt at the prospect. She was drunk, and the woman was beautiful.
“You would venture to the cemetery so late into the night?” The woman arched a sleek brow.
“Well, it’s like to be empty, and I prefer it that way.” Zova raised her cup and let the final drops roll between her lips. “Oh, I hope you don’t believe all that buzz about vampires returning.”
The woman’s lips quirked, as if she had just remembered something funny. “There’s talk of Vampires returning to Mont Estival?”
“Aye, it’s as ridiculous as it sounds. But, honestly…who knows?”
Zova slid from her stool, re-balancing on her heels. “Well, I haven’t got my gear on me, but a hunter’s a hunter, even unarmed.” She flashed a charming smile. “I’ll keep you safe, miss—?”
“Cas will do.” When the woman rose from her stool, her pale cloak swept behind her. Her drink remained undisturbed. “You must forgive me, coming to pay my respects and not even knowing the name of the man’s daughter, standing right before me.”
She felt a giddy blush rise in her cheeks. “Zova.”
“That’s a lovely name.”
“Thank you. I chose it myself.”
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Blood On The Dance Floor: Chapter 4
Hoseok x Reader
Genre/Rate: 18+, established relationship, thriller, fatal attraction!AU (kind of, but with major changes), smut, angst, and fluff.
Summary: Hobi goes to the annual HYBE Christmas party, and gets the shock of his life.
Warnings: A forced kiss (two, for that matter)
WC: 2.3K
“Are you sure that you’re ok with this?” Hobi wondered and you smiled fondly as you stepped up to him, reaching out to fix the collar of the black dress shirt that he was wearing. It was a week before Christmas and HYBE was holding their annual Christmas party, and all of the employees as well as their guests were invited to come.
“There’s no sense in you staying home too just because I’m sick,” you told him. “It’s a Christmas party where you’re supposed to be merry and I’d just be a drag.”
“I don’t want to just leave you here alone though,” he sighed.
“Please, I’ll be glad for the break because you smother me when I’m sick,” you teased.
“Well excuse me for being worried about you,” Hobi huffed, making you laugh at him.
“I want you to stop worrying for one night and go have fun,” you told him before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m serious. We’ll go out together for New Years, since I’ll hopefully be feeling better by then.”
“Alright,” Hobi relented. “But you call me if you need me and I mean it. Whatever it is, don’t hesitate.”
“Ok, I will,” you promised. “Now go before you’re late.” After a few more reassurances from you and some last kisses, Hobi managed to pull himself away from you, grab his jacket and keys, and leave the house.
After a short drive, he made it to the HYBE building and walked inside to one of the large conference rooms that had been cleared of the meeting tables and replaced with a large makeshift dance floor, smaller tables and a bar, where he was instantly pulled aside by Jimin and Namjoon.
“Look who finally made it to the party!” Jimin cheered as he threw his arm around Hobi’s shoulder.
“How many drinks have you had, Jimin?” Hobi chuckled.
“He’s about six drinks in at this point,” Namjoon reported. “You want to play catch up? The bar is free.”
“Sign me up,” Hobi smiled and soon enough, Jimin was pressing a drink into his hand as they went to sit together at one of the smaller tables.
“It’s so nice to finally unwind,” Jimin said, his words slightly slurred. “Working with Girls On Fire has melted my damn brain.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard Goyoung is a little firecracker,” Namjoon said.
“She’s a damn demon, that’s what she is,” Jimin huffed. “It’s a wonder I’m not an alcoholic yet.”
“Is she really?” Hobi wondered.
“Yoongi hyung said that she’s a know it all, even though she’s still technically a rookie,” Namjoon replied.
“But she trained for 5 years so I guess it’s understandable why she’s like that,” Jimin muttered. “Still doesn’t mean she’s not a pain in my ass though.”
“You’re a mess, Jiminie,” Hobi cooed as he reached over and affectionately ruffled Jimin’s hair, making Jimin splutter and push his hands away.
“Holy shit,” Namjoon gasped, making Hobi turn to look at him and he saw that Namjoon’s jaw was literally dropped. Following Namjoon’s gaze towards the door, Hobi’s own eyes widened when he saw Lee Bora standing there. She had on a skin tight, black cocktail dress that only reached her mid thigh. She also had on sparkly black heels, silver jewelry, and her shoulder length hair was curled into loose waves.
“God damn,” Jimin whistled, the three of them watching as Bora waltzed into the room and began to speak to different people. “I had no idea Bora had a body like that.”
“You never see it under her sweats,” Hobi chuckled.
“She’s coming over here, cut it out,” Namjoon said and all three of them looked up just in time to see Bora approaching their table.
“Hi guys,” Bora smiled, bowing lightly to them.
“Hi Bora,” Namjoon greeted her.
“Hi,” Hobi said.
“Hey Bora,” Jimin grinned goofily. “You look fantastic.”
“Thank you,” Bora blushed as she looked down at her dress. “Since it’s a Christmas party, I thought I’d get a little fancy.”
“Fancily fucked,” Jimin muttered, yelping when Namjoon kicked him underneath the table.
“I see the party has gotten into full wing already, though,” Bora noted.
“Yeah, no one wastes time when there’s free alcohol involved,” Hobi joked. “Would you like me to get you a drink?”
“Yes please,” she nodded with a smile. Hobi got up to get her a drink while Bora took his seat at the table with Jimin and Namjoon. It took Hobi a while to get the drink because of the sheer amount of people standing at the bar at the same time but once he finally got it, he made it back to the table to find that Bora was the only one still there.
“Where did those two knuckleheads run off to?” Hobi wondered as he handed Bora’s glass to her before sitting down next to her.
“Jimin ran off with Sunyoung and Yoongi-ssi came over and started talking to Namjoon-ssi about some songs,” Bora responded as she rolled her eyes. “Who talks about work at a Christmas party?”
“I can see why they would,” Hobi shrugged. “I mean, I’m holding myself back from asking you if we should change the spin move in Star Turn’s second chorus.”
“That move doesn’t look as good on camera as we thought it would, huh?” She said and Hobi nodded his head. “But no work talk!”
“Agreed,” Hobi laughed.
“So, where’s Y/N?”
“At home sick,” he replied. “I almost didn’t come tonight but she convinced me to.”
“Aw, well I hope she feels better,” Bora murmured.
“What about you? No date?”
“Eh, I have my eye on someone but it might be too soon to do anything about it,” she told him.
“Hey, in my experience, the best thing is just to go for it,” Hobi advised her.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he said. “There’s no use in spending your life wondering, what if, you know? Just do it.”
“Ok, thanks Hobi,” Bora beamed. The DJ put on a new song then, and Jimin rushed back over to the table excitedly.
“Come and dance with us, you two!” He chirped. “Don’t just sit here all night!”
“Let’s go before he literally drags us over,” Hobi laughed, making Bora do the same as they stood up and followed Jimin over to the dance floor. The song playing was one of the newest songs from HYBE’s top girl group, Girls on Fire. Nearly everyone knew the choreography which was slightly suggestive, and the men on the dance floor cheered when the women began to emulate the moves.
Though Bora didn’t choregraph the song, she was executing the dance effortlessly, winding her hips with so much force that the hem of her already short dress began to rise up her thighs. Hobi just rolled his eyes when he noticed how the men standing around him were literally foaming at the mouth over the sight of Bora’s skin, and it didn’t make him miss the days of being single one bit.
After a few minutes, the song ended and a new one came on, this one from a male soloist and definitely more sensual with a slow, pulsing beat.
“Dance with me Hobi,” Bora called out and Hobi nodded, allowing her to grab his hands and pull him closer to her. They danced facing each other for a little while, doing a sort of simple two step and it was fine. Nothing special, even.
Until Bora turned around and began to slowly back up towards Hobi.
Hobi was so immersed in the song and dancing to it, he didn’t even realize what was happening until Bora’s ass was pressed up against his crotch. Bora reached behind herself and grabbed Hobi’s hands again, this time setting them on her hips. Hobi’s eyes widened and he lifted his head, looking around to see if anyone had noticed them. Luckily, about 98% of the people in attendance were drunk off their asses and in their own little worlds.
Namjoon suddenly motioned to Hobi, catching his attention and making him look over at him. Namjoon’s eyebrows were raised and he mouthed “what are you doing?”, and that’s when Hobi realized how he and Bora must’ve looked together. He abruptly tore his hands away from Bora’s hips and took several large steps back, putting as much space in between them as possible.
“Hobi?” Bora called out in confusion as she turned around to look at him but he just shook his head.
“I have to...go to the bathroom,” he muttered before turning around and rushing through the room to the bathroom. He walked over to the counter where the sink was, placing his hands on top and looking at his reflection in the mirror.
“What the fuck was that?” Hobi huffed, shaking his head in disbelief before he headed over to the urinal to relieve himself. As he did so, he heard the door open and a few seconds later, felt a pair of hands on his shoulders.
“Hobi,” a familiar voice purred and Hobi glanced over his shoulder, a gasp escaping him when he saw Bora.
“Bora, what the fuck?!” He exclaimed, shrugging her hands off of him as he worked on tucking himself back into his pants. “What are you doing in here?”
“I’m taking your advice, and going for it,” she explained with a smile as he turned around to face her.
“What do you mean?”
“Hobi, you had to have noticed how I look at you,” she cooed, placing her hands flat on his chest. “How much I admire you, look up to you. You’re so kind, and nice, and never have anything bad to say about anyone. Plus, you’re so handsome.”
“Bora, I’m a married man and we also work together!” Hobi hissed.
“That didn’t stop you from throwing me signals,” she smirked. “You were so interested in getting to know me and asking about my dating life.”
“That wasn’t me throwing you signals, that was me being a decent human being and making conversation,” he scoffed.
“Yeah ok, that’s what they’re calling it these days,” she laughed before leaning up and forcefully pressing her lips against his. Hobi pushed her away instantly though, grabbing onto her shoulders and pressing them away from his body.
“Why the fuck would you kiss me?!”
“I told you, I’m taking my chance,” she repeated, moving closer to him again and letting one of her hands reach out to ghost over his cock through his pants. “I like you, Hobi and I know you like me too so I’m doing something about it.”
“Would you stop fucking touching me and listen to me?!” Hobi snapped, making her freeze and look up at him. “Now, I’m sorry if I ever gave you mixed signals or the impression that I’m interested but I’m not. I am happily married and that’s not going to change.”
“That’s just what you think sweetheart,” Bora cooed. “I know you want to do the right thing because you’re a good person but don’t worry. I’m going to help you.” She leaned forward and snuck another quick kiss before turning around and strolling out of the bathroom, as if nothing had even happened.
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Hobi left the party immediately after that weird encounter with Bora and on the entire drive home, he debated over whether or not to tell you about what happened. On one hand, the two of you made a promise to always tell each other the truth, no matter how terrible or uncomfortable it might make either of you. He also knew that trust was something that you cared a lot about and he didn’t want to betray the trust that you had in him, especially since he didn’t do anything wrong.
On the other hand, that same thought is what had him not wanting to tell you. Since trust was extremely important to you, he knew how you might take it if you heard that Bora had pushed up on him and kissed him twice. Also, he knew there’d be a very good chance that you wouldn’t believe that he didn’t show any interest in Bora and that she didn’t just make it all up.
He still hadn’t completely made up his mind when he walked into the house and up the stairs into your bedroom, where he found you waiting up for him.
“Hey,” you smiled as you set your magazine aside. “How was it?”
“It was...good,” he muttered, beginnging to strip out of his clothes and put on his pajamas.
“That’s it?” You chuckled. “Come on, it was a Christmas party and there was an open bar. Something interesting had to have happened.”
“Jimin was pretty much drunk off of his ass and so was mostly everyone else for that matter, but nothing especially noteworthy,” Hobi shrugged. Once he had put on his pajamas, he climbed into bed next to you and you instantly cuddled up to him.
“Mmm, I missed you,” you whispered as you looked up at him. “I almost thought about calling you to come home.”
“You should’ve,” Hobi replied. “There wasn’t anything keeping me there.”
“We’ll change that next year,” you giggled. “We’ll go and show them how to really party. Remember our college days?”
“Do I?” He laughed at the memories. “We used to be drunk off of our asses every Friday night and then we’d spend the rest of the weekend recovering.”
“Good times.”
“I doubt I’d be able to party like that now,” he told you. “We’re getting older and this party was probably more our speed.”
“I hate that I missed it then,” you laughed. Hobi looked down at you then, his heart aching at how he could see the love that you had for him in your eyes. Typically, seeing that made him happy but now, it only made him feel guilty.
“I love you so much,” he stated firmly.
“I love you too Hobi,” you responded, leaning up and kissing him softly.
#bts#bangtanarmynet#bangtanbathhouse#bts reactions#bts jhope#bts hobi#jhope x reader#hobi x reader#jhope smut#jhope angst#jhope fluff#bts smut#bts fluff#bts angst#bts x reader#bts scenarios
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I posted 61 times in 2022
That's 44 more posts than 2021!
45 posts created (74%)
16 posts reblogged (26%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@waitingonavision
@silver-words-and-inky-secrets
@reversia
@palestxrlight
@luxiferxx
I tagged 36 of my posts in 2022
Only 41% of my posts had no tags
#encanto - 28 posts
#bruno madrigal - 18 posts
#encanto fanart - 14 posts
#bruno encanto - 11 posts
#bruno madrigal fanart - 11 posts
#encanto bruno - 9 posts
#madrigal family - 5 posts
#encanto theory - 5 posts
#julieta madrigal - 5 posts
#alma madrigal - 5 posts
Longest Tag: 31 characters
#inkworld appreciation week 2022
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Sooo - I was wondering the other day: how is Bruno‘s hair still so comparatively short after 10 years behind the walls? Either he cut it himself or...he got “help” - this was probably the first (and last time) ever Bruno let the rats cut his hair LOL-
This is how it probably went:
Bruno: “Hey, little guys - do you think you could possibly help me with my hair?”
Rat 1: “Squeak?”
Bruno: “My hair - you know” *takes a pair of scissors and a strand of hair and cuts it*
Rat 1: “Squeak!” (to Bruno) *turns around to the other rats*: “Squeak-squeak!” [Translation: “Bruno needs help with preening his fur!”]
The other rats: “Squeak!” [Translation: “Alright, let’s do this!”]
Timeskip - about half an hour later...
Bruno: “Uh, guys? You know, the hair is supposed to be the same length on both sides?”
Rats 1, 2 & 3, who have been trying to cut Bruno’s hair for the last 30 minutes: “Squeak?”
Bruno [out loud]: “You know what? I think next time, I’ll just cut it myself - don’t want to trouble you again...”
Bruno [under his breath]: “Miércoles!”
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Mirabel adding something to her dress/skirt (as requested anonymously - I hope this is how you imagined the drawing :)
I personally think that sewing is not only a nice hobby for Mirabel: Each family member’s gift is symbolized by their clothes - so it only seems natural that Mirabel would like to add some “meaning” to her clothes, too - in order to feel more like a part of the family...
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My contribution to the Encanto DTIYS-challenge by the amazing @glitternightingale! Here’s the awesome original drawing: https://glitternightingale.tumblr.com/post/691303126623485952/glitters-dtiys-2022
I drew all of the characters separately bc I wasn’t sure how each one would turn out (I’ve never drawn any of them before, except for Bruno). Afterwards, I cut the drawings out and put them together like a collage and then I played around a bit with Photoshop and added a filter to make it look like an old photograph (I totally imagine them like this at the photographer’s ;) Hope you like it! :)
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My #1 post of 2022
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“Bruno grabbed a cup of coffee, pulled a rat out of it, and drank from it” (from the Encanto Deluxe Junior Novel). Ever since I read this, I’ve wanted to draw it - and since today’s Encantober prompt is “rats”, have this little video :)
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Chapter 14- Aray!
AMILYN
Not having much to do while we wait, I get the opportunity to observe the datu’s entourage.
Looking closely at them, I realize that the group is comprised of men and women from all ages. I see some who look about fifty, while others are about twenty five. They’re all wearing some sort of similar clothing.
The majority of their clothes is red. The men are wearing some sort of long-sleeved blazer with nothing beneath it, red in color, with patterns of blue and yellow. They have some heavy-looking beaded necklaces on, varying in thickness for each person. Their shorts are knee-length, made of the same cloth as their shirts. The pattern is not so clear from here, but I have a feeling that it’s similar to the cloth hanging from our hut.
The women are also wearing clothes and skirts of red with patterns of blue and yellow. The sleeves are blue. Their hairs are tied up in a neat bun, and from here, I can see that they all cut their bangs. In addition to the bangs, their hairs are decorated with tuffs of cloths and beads falling from their head. Hanging from their necks are necklaces, one of which is a large circular pendant made of silver. On each of their arms are numerous bracelets alternating black and white.
“Woah look. That one has so many batok. I think it’s Bagani Amara. And that one beside her must be Bagani Dos. Cool. Heard all about them but never saw them this close,” Mary excitedly exclaims, staring at the datu’s entourage.
“Bagani who? And what is a batok?” I ask, trying to get a glimpse of what she’s looking at.
“Bagani Amara and Bagani Dos, two of the most famous bagani in Pinag-adlawan. Heroes of the Battle of Semarang,” she explains, still in awe.
“Battle of what?”
“Semarang. A colony of kapre in Indonesia decided to take over a city. The two of them fought on their own against a legion of a hundred. Turned out victorious of course. So cool. Look at their batok. So many. I bet I could never achieve even a quarter of that. Ah, ayusa uy!” she continues, giving googly eyes to whoever she is talking about.
“Again, what is a batok?” I ask again, trying to peer at whatever she is referring to.
“Batok. Tattoos. You get them whenever you make a contribution or an achievement. Some are won in battle, some through discoveries, others through good deeds or in service to the gods. Symbol of bravery, courage, ingenuity, prowess, stuff like that. The more you have, the more notable you are.”
“We’re supposed to get tattoos?” I shriek in disbelief.
“Yeah. It’s the highest honor.”
“But…won’t that…like…hurt?”
Mary looks at me, blinking in disbelief.
“Haven’t you heard what I said about it being the highest honor?”
“Yeah but… will it hurt?”
She crunches her face.
“Well now that you mention it. I think it actually might. I mean, it’s done using a needle of course, so maybe? Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’m fairly certain any amount of pain will be worth it to get one of those.”
Don’t know about that, I silently say to myself as I continue observing the group.
Anyway, it sure is refreshing sitting here, just staring at the nothingness. Mary decided to lay down, so I followed suit. The early morning sky is bluish gray, with dots of white clouds here and there. Some stars speckle the view here and there, slowly fading into the background. There is no sign of sunlight above us yet, but in the far horizon I can clearly see the sun looming just peeking through the clouds. The air is fresh, cool, and soothing. I can hear the rice stalks sway to the hymns of the wind.
And of course, there’s the…
“Aray!” I hear Mary exclaim, cutting my line of thought.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Something hit me. Right in the…ouch!”
“Ow! Hey! Watch it!” someone else says to our right.
“What’s going on? Mary?”
“Sumilong ang lahat! Silong! Ngayon na!” someone commands.
I can see the datu’s entourage scatter in all directions, waving their hands and shouting.
Then it hit me…literally. I mean, something me right in the middle of my eyebrows.
“Ow!” I exclaims.
Beside me, Mary abruptly gets up. She grabs me and yanks me up.
“They’re telling us to take cover. Come on!” she says, already running.
I get dragged behind her, not quite sure what’s happening. Still, I fugure it’s better to follow her than get hit by some unknown object while sitting idly in the middle of the field. And so we run.
#bagani#mythology#story#novelseries#adventure#comedy#gods#hero#teenhero#journey#warrior#philippines#fiction#mystery#superpowers#fantasy
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fascinating to look at...
#indrid cold#taz amnesty#the adventure zone#the adventure zome amnesty#mothman#I know it supposed to be short silver hair but... hey length it#is#relevant lol
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Hi! Can I ask for a long sugardaddy mob Tom fic? You’re first like blurb kinda did it for me ☺️☺️
mobsugardaddy!tom holland x reader
warning: daddy kink(he's a sugardaddy here lmao), curse words, oral (male recieving)
summary: basically request just short😔
"Don't you fucking come near her again" Tom spat on the man's bloody face colliding his fist to his swollen eye one last time, he gripped the man's jaw making him let out a groan at the mob boss firm hold. "Don't go touching things that don't belong to you" Tom gritted through clenched teeth as the image of the man in front of him attempting to grope your ass played in his mind once more. Tom roughly drew his hand back, pushing the man's face to the mucky floor, he instructed his right hand man Harrison to finish up for him, knowing you would be fretting why he was taking so long.
Tom exited the back door of the pub, pulling out a handkerchief from his suite wiping the blood from his fists and knuckle, mumbling profanity words when he noticed his knuckles were bruised red. Tom made his way to his car, where he was met with the sight of you laid back in the car seat scrolling through your phone, your dress hiked up displaying your red thong that was surely doing a poor job covering your cunt.
Tom opened his door, sliding in his seat as he pulled his seatbelt over his chest, pressing the start button. "Hey babydoll, sorry for taking so long daddy had.. some business to deal with" Tom knew better than to tell you what he was doing, he knew you didn't mind his choice of work but he was smart enough not to get you involved.
You nodded your head acknowledging Tom, you kept your eyes on your phone screen skimming through dresses and jewelry you wanted Tom to purchase for you. "Ohh look at this Daddy" you gasped at the ivory satin dress with corseted details that exposed a fair amount of cleavage to Tom, he only smiled at you resting his hand on your thigh pecking your plump lips, "Looks lovely doll, you should add it to your cart" You beamed saying a soft thank you as he clicked the plus icon.
"So where are we going now" You inquired setting your phone on your lap, pulling Tom's hand from your thigh interlocking your fingers together, twisting the silver rings that adorned his fingers. "I was thinking that Italian restaurant you wanted to try" Tom answered pulling your hand to the steering wheel as he circled around the road.
"Yes let's go there, the menu is a bit pricey though" You stated earning a hearty laugh from Tom, "M'sure I can manage the bill darling" you rolled your eyes at his cheeky response but broke out grinning knowing he wouldn't give a damn about the cost.
After your extravagant dinner you went home your stomach full with the delicious full course dinner and your favorite dessert. "Tommy I think you're trying to get me fat" you whined poking your belly, pouting at Tom, he looked at you shaking his head placing his hand on your stomach giving it a gentle pat. "Course not doll", he pecked your lips focusing his eyes on the road as the light turned green.
When you arrived at Tom's mansion you got out of the car, handing your coat to the maid as Tom did the same telling her to expect Harrison to stop in later to collect some important documents, you made your way to Tom's room which was practically yours since he insisted that you had your own personal closet, the reason being you spent most of your nights here instead at the luxurious apartment he bought you.
"Doll I have to finish up some work so don't wait for me" Tom spoke walking up to his bed undressing himself leaving him in his button up shirt and his boxers. "No Tom it's a Friday night" you whined out like a child, wrapping your arms around his torso resting your head on his clothed back, your fingers fiddling with his pendant.
Tom turned around latching his lips to your pouty ones, "As much as I want to spend my night with you doll, I have some stuff to get finish up" You huffed pulling your lips from his as he tried to deepen the kiss as if he was going to finish what he started. "Well go ahead, m'not stopping you" You went to the bathroom taking your dress off leaving you with your thong and bra on, you thought Tom already left to go to his office so you began wiping your makeup off.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror making sure you got all your makeup off, exiting the bathroom ready to dress yourself for a lonely night with Netflix. Before you could bend to pick up Tom's trousers from the ground you were hoisted up in the air, your legs instantly wrapping around the middle of person as you let out a loud scream. "Sh doll" Tom quieted you, his hand holding the back of your thigh while his other stretched the fabric of your thong letting it go to slap against your skin making you yelp at slight sting.
"What the fuck Tom" you jeered pretty sure he should be in his office doing his work or killing a man for all you knew. "What doll did you not want to spend the night with daddy" he smirked seeing you attempting to clench your thighs together, he knew how much you loved the daddy title.
"Put me down Tom" You uttered trying to come down from Tom's sturdy hold. "What did I tell you about calling me doll" Tom quipped through gritted teeth not liking your tone and name you just used, giving you the chance to correct yourself, his free hand unclasping the hooks of your bra revealing your perky breasts.
You gulped answering him like the good girl you are for him, knowing tomorrow he was suppose to take you out for your daily shopping spree because of your good behavior. "Sorry Daddy" you mumbled eyes trained on Tom's shirt not daring to meet his gaze.
"Much better" Tom rest you down on the floor patting your ass as a little approval, you smiled up at him happy that he wasn't using his mean tone and you probably still had the chance to buy latest Chanel handbag you saw earlier. "Since you behaved bratty today why don't you show daddy how sorry you are" Tom spoke his hands tweaking your hardened nipple.
"Yes daddy, I really am sorry" you sunk to your knees, internally cheering that your grumpy self got him to give you his cock, you pulled his boxers down his legs, your finger tracing over the cross tattoo on his ankle. Tom's cock stood high and proud slapping his stomach breaking free from it's prison, you grasped his length your hand pumping his brick hard cock, vaguely dipping your tongue on his tip tasting his moreish precum.
"C'mon doll better start sucking or else I'll not buy that cute little handbag you so badly wanted" Tom lifted your hair pushing his cock in your mouth making you gag, but wasted no time suckling his length, your hands playing with his balls as Tom kept his hand in your hair pushing you deeper so you were now deepthroating him. "Just like that babydoll" he groaned thrusting forward inches away from his end.
You looked up at Tom through your lashes, your eyes glossy blurring your vision of his beautiful face as he came in your mouth, his hold of your head tightening eager to come all over the tip of your tongue, that was more than gladly to collect his come. "Yes doll swallow Daddy's come" He ordered, you didn't need to be told twice immediately swallowing the warm liquid.
"Open up babydoll" You opened your mouth showing him you swallowed just like he asked you to. "Good girl" he praised softly patting your cheek prompting you to close your mouth, Tom pulled his boxers up his legs tucking his now wormy looking cock in.
You were about to speak but was cut off by the ringing of Tom's phone which made you roll your eyes but you stayed quiet knowing better than to upset him. Tom answered his phone giving you his winsome smile before entering the bathroom to continue his call.
You changed slipping in to your satin ruffled two piece pajama set waiting for Tom to come cuddle, you clicked on Netflix playing Gilmore Girls once again even though you finished the series. You laughed at one of Lorelai jokes twisting the rose gold tiffany and co bracelet Tom bought for you a while back at the first three months in your 'arrangement'.
Tom exited the bathroom his smile long gone and replaced with a miffed expression throwing his phone carelessly on his dresser running his hand through his curls. "What happened To- Daddy" you asked softly not sure if he would want to reply to you or not. "Nothing doll just someone fucked up again" He groaned slamming his fists against the wall letting out an annoyed huffed.
You jerked up at the sound, standing from your spot on the bed making your way to him, gently pulling him in a hug kissing his forehead, his whole mood changing embracing you in his muscular arms pecking your nose snuggling closer. "What happened" you asked a few minutes after.
"Just this new guy fucked up, lost me thousands of dollars too, big dumbass" Tom scowled pulling away grabbing his coat from the leather chair, clasping his Rolex on his wrists, combing his locks. "I have to go see about this babydoll" Tom kissed your lips, "But tomorrow I'm yours for the entire day, me and my credit card" He laughed seeing the way your eyes widened at his last words.
"Yes okay daddy don't be long" You pecked him waving him out the bed room door, jumping on the king sized bed pulling out your phone scrolling through yet another site.
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I Bet You Think About Me
Part four
Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader (she/her)
Word Count: 1,210
Warnings: spoilers for season 7
Summary: A new person messes with Sam's head. For once, it's the fun kind though
A/N: anddd the final part already! I hoped you liked it, I for my part had fun (and wouldn't mind a fifth part maybe sometime with the date... If I get inspired that is)<3
part one / part two / part three
In the end, it turned out to be a Nosos, a Greek ghost of illness that haunted the local supermarket. It was exorcised pretty smoothly, at least by their standards.
Dean got hit by it on the way out which left him behind a nice parting gift - a nasty cold that he was bitching about for the next six weeks. Other than that, everything went back to normal for the two brothers.
Okay, maybe not normal. Dean was giving him side glances every time, Sam was on his phone or left the room to take a call and they swung by Bobby's at least once a week now.
This got so annoying, that, by the third time Dean had grinned at the incoming text signal, Sam was ready to throw the phone at his brother. After taking the call and explaining the situation of course. "What?"
"Dude," Dean's grin broadened even more. Seriously, it was almost a 360, "I knew that you were a chicken with the girls but this?"
"What are you talking about?" Sam feigned ignorance. Not that it ever worked with Dean but it was worth a shot. Who knew maybe today was the day he finally found the part of himself that held up a neon sign Not Your Business.
A shot into the dark. Dean rolled his eyes, crossed his arms and leaned back on the motel bed as if he was about to watch one of his beloved soap operas that he swore on his soul he hated. "Y/N, you dense fucker. I swear to God, it's so obvious that you like her and if you don't grow a pair until the next time, I'll ask her out."
"Don't you dare." A pillow flew Dean's way before Sam had finished his sentence. The words had flown out of his mouth before his brain had caught up on what was happening.
Annoyingly, he simply dodged it and kept looking at him with the Older Brother Look. "Oh, I will Sammy, trust me."
"Fine, you jerk, I'll talk to her," Sam grumbled and threw the bathroom door shut behind him.
"Cool, because she texted me that she'll be here in fifteen, wanted to pick up a shiny weapon as well," Dean shouted through the closed door, "and don't make us have this conversation again, 'kay?"
Sam just groaned loudly and mourned the long shower he had planned on. Now, he opted for short but clean.
His timing was perfect, as Y/N was already leaning on the opposite wall when he left the bathroom, hair damp and dropping onto his shoulders.
Dean was nowhere in sight and the door was closed. Sam wasn't sure if he was grateful or wanted to shoot him. Well, that was certainly the situation Dean had wanted. Most likely had orchestrated it too, the controlling jerk.
"Hey there," Y/N waved and smiled, "feeling clean again?"
Sam shrugged. A lovesick grin came annoyingly easy at her open expression. "Can't complain."
Ignoring the elephant in the room, he walked over to the table under the window where they had put their bag with weapons. His mind scrambled for every piece of information that wasn't centered around the reason Y/N was here. "Dean said you needed a silver knife, do you have any preferences for length?"
"Dean said that you wanted to tell me something," Y/N cut to the core. She pushed herself up from the wall and stood up straight. As if she was bracing herself.
Yeah no, Sam would shoot him. He laughed nervously, stalling to think of what the fuck he was supposed to say now. The truth? Wonderful idea. Again, yeah no. "Uhm"
Sam had the strong urge to run but knew that it was useless. Knowing Dean, he was standing across the floor and would push him right back into the room. Or have Cas seal it magically. He wouldn't put it past him to be honest. So Sam gathered up the courage that was usually reserved for invading a demon nest and turned towards Y/N.
Only to see her playing with the sleeves of her jacket and staring down at her feet.
She was nervous too, Sam realised. With probably more joy than was appropriate. But hey, that could only be a - well - okayish sign?
"Dean's an asshole." That was a start, right? Maybe not the best, but at least he was talking. God, Sam wanted to shoot himself now. Preferably his hands so that he knew where the fuck to put them.
Luckily, Y/N laughed rather than providing the weaponry to go through with his plans. "Oh, I don't know, he's pretty cool."
"Yeah, as long as he doesn't go all big brother on you and tries to give you life advice," Sam grumbled.
"Any life advice in particular?" Y/N stepped away from the wall and towards him.
Ah, fuck it. If this went wrong, Bobby would kill him anyway. There was a lot of killing involved in his thought process, a sadistic part of his brain felt the need to point out. "Actually yes. That I should get my shit together and ask you out or he would."
There it was. Standing between them. Y/N was not moving at all and Sam was slowly wishing that he never opened his mouth in the first place. This was going terribly out of the window and straight down the gutter now that it was in motion.
Until- "Well, are you going to or do I have to find Dean?"
"Oh fuck you," Sam laughed.
And then he wasn't laughing at all as Y/N had found a very resounding way to shut him up.
Her hands were all tangled up in his hair as they pulled Sam down with one quick tuck and then she was kissing him. It took Sam just the smallest of moments to realise what the fuck just happened and then didn't care at all. Y/N's lips were far too soft and demanding against his, tasting like cheap soda and french fries for him to think of anything else. Without much say so, Sam's own hands went up from where they were dangling uselessly on his sides to hold onto her waist and pull her closer.
It was over after a handful of breaths, Sam's heart beating somewhere up in his throat. He grinned down stupidly at the girl in his arms, her eyes shut, lips swollen just the slightest bit. And then she opened them and pulled these lips up into a smile. "Still didn't hear a question, Sammy."
"You're insufferable," Sam decided, his hands firmly planted on her waist, "Will you do me the pleasure and go on a date with me when we're not busy getting killed?"
"That's a wonderful idea," Y/N agreed and crossed her wrists behind his neck.
A knock on the door broke the tension.
"Are you done in there? I want my bed back and I will use the holy water if I need to," Dean threatened from the other side.
Sam let out a long suffering sigh and let go of Y/N. "Come in!"
The ugly green motel door revealed a smugly grinning Dean. Sam was too happy to even say anything about it though.
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(Secret Star AU)
Title: "Ravenous Rave Romp!"
Cinder had been desperate for money, her normal "allowance" delayed for some reason (Watts!) Which means she needed a job. Emerald, who she had just recruited, said this place would be perfect, but Cinder had second thoughts the minute she walked into the porn studio. But before she could protest, Emerald had already signed her up for a Rave scene, wearing a multi coloured wig, hiding her identity. Cinder reluctantly went along with it, it wasn't like this smiling blonde could be rough with her, which she would have known, had she read the script...
She hated this whole situation with all of her heart. Cinder Fall was not a prostitute! She dangled the dream of sex with her in front of others to do her bidding, not give away her body!
She was done with that ever since she left the Silver Unicorn...once had been well enough.
Alas, that brazen arrogant fool Watts told her that there was some form of difficulty to move her required funds, so she would have to get a job.
Who the hell did he think she was?!
Calm...Calm...deep breaths... Emerald tried her best to get something that would get money easy while being somewhat dignified and matching Cinder's CV.
Somehow, her help had come up with an adult film company looking for new talent. Cinder had almost fried the chocolate-skinned street rat for it, but she had to concede that the terms of the contract she brought back were acceptable. It was a small consolation, alongside Emerald also being given a form.
Of course the greenette would have to fill her copy out as well.
The script was easy enough. Dance in a rave party alongside carefully chosen actors, all of whom actually seemed to relish being able to party on company clock. Then she was to carefully seduce her co-star into dancing with her, before getting dirty right on the dance floor.
Cinder had to admit, public sex had a thrill to it, which was possibly why she accepted these tacky-looking extensions in her hair. Sure, no one outside could tell that those weren't actually part of her hair, but still! Green and blue?!
Right, she was supposed to be a raver...
Miniskirt ready for easy access, skimpy top, makeup done and she was ready to rock the world of whatever guy was going to be sent her way.
...wait, how would one dance rave?
Too late, the crowd was ready and music was getting blasted through the speakers. It was a rather unsophisticated tune, but it certainly was easy enough to dance to. All one had to do was follow the beat.
Easy enough. The bodies around her were dancing fairly close to her, but not close enough to disrupt either Cinder or the cameras. The ravenette put on a bit of a show for them. A shimmy turned into a luscious roll of her hips, before excitedly jump around and letting her ass jiggle beneath her skirt.
And, of course, she only wore a thin thong.
As she danced, she noticed a figure approaching her spot on the dance floor. Judging him to be her co-star, Cinder threw a sneaky glance his way. Blonde hair adorned a head sitting on a tall body as blue eyes sparkled with mischief and adoration in equal parts.
'Oh no, he's hot.' That was most definitely not Cinder Fall's immediate thought upon seeing the guy, who himself was dressed in a shirt and shorts which both featured splatters of neon paint.
She used all her skill as a receiver to pretend to notice him just as he started appearing close to her own space on the dance floor. A howl of excitement ran through the crowd as the song changed. Fittingly enough, it was called "Satisfaction".
A coy smile his way and an extended hand, this silly boy took one huge step towards the Fall Maiden turned raver and danced to the beat. His hands met her hips immediately as he got close, a smile on his own lips as the two actually had fun.
Cinder could scarcely believe it herself. She was having fun to gaudy music and dancing with this ridiculously handsome- this adequately attractive stranger. Her smile became a little more genuine, certainly more so since she became what she was today.
But alas, this lighthearted atmosphere had to be shattered and replaced with a more sexual one. Taking his arm and lifting it slightly, the seductress used the opening to dance right into his arms, rubbing her shapely ass against his crotch. To finish this, she lifted her head to smile at the blonde boy.
He looked surprised at her forwardness, but soon relented and let his hands roam her perfect body. One caressed her thigh, inching close to her crotch while lifting her skirt as another roamed her flat stomach while searching a way towards her boobs.
Another jiggle of her ass, some pressing of her hips against his, and Cinder knew that her co-star was packing. Certainly something to look forward to as one of his hands finally made it up to her clothed boob to cup it gently. His thumb started to circle her nipple through the fabric, making Cinder bite her lip and shimmy around in his arms some more. Her flat stomach undulating was perfectly caught on camera.
Through the droning beat, Cinder wished he could hear her breathing heavily under his touch as he whispered all the dirty things he would do to her in her ear. Alas, there was no sound beyond the music.
Not that words were really necessary. The blonde's hand finally crept beneath her skirt, teasing and caressing her clad mound. She moaned, not that anyone could hear, as she realized that she had gotten wet under him. As his hand kept caressing her, she looked back up to him, craning her neck as she did, and smiled at him using her best fuck-me eyes.
He would have to oblige her, since they still starred in a porn video. He needed to fuck her, he just had to! Oum knows she wanted it.
Nice, well-shaped fingers pulled her thong away, baring what little it concealed to a curious camera lens as the music changed again to a different sound, this one like something was approaching. Cinder smiled at the timing of it as her handsome co-star probed her pussy, exploring it carefully instead of jamming it in like a possessive brute.
So many steps up from what she had to endure...He was focused on her pleasure, his finger scraping against her in the nicest way, pistoning in and out of her tight and ready pussy.
Cinder patience left as her libido rose, and she had to pull his wrist away from her pussy and towards her ass as she turned around, facing him now.
A female voice could be heard in this track, seemingly addressing the listener with an endearing and horny "Hey Baby", asking them increasingly lustful questions. Cinder herself fumbled at her blonde stud's- her friendly blonde's pants to fish out his painfully hard cock. Amber eyes not leaving blue, nimble hands wandered all over his length as her smile grew. Finally, she pulled close, slinging a leg around his hip and directing his cock close to her waiting muff. She could feel his tip close to her lips, so close that her hips moved against it in her own.
Finally, her blonde grabbed the ravenette by the hips and the leg slung around him, balancing her, and guided himself inside her. He didn't even use his hands, making her eyes widen as he entered her just like that.
To anyone looking on, the two were dancing very provocatively. To Cinder Fall, this was an experience unlike any other. He fit her excellently, dare she say perfectly; his cock filled her pussy completely! All the sexy minx wanted was for him to move immediately, perhaps giving her her first orgasm!
Dammit, she was so turned on!
His one hand cupping her ass cheek, he pressed deep and rhythmically inside her, then pulling out, then repeat three times before he followed with several shallow thrusts.
Cinder was certain that her juices were glistening in the lights as the speaking part of the song turned overtly sexual and her man fucked her good. Waves of pleasure ran through her, coursing through her veins as he held her close, amber eyes gazing at him with something so close to adoration that she herself wondered...
"Oh my God!" The girl in the song moaned in pretend lust as Cinder gasped it in actual lust as he simply picked her up, arms beneath her kneepits, and fucked her hard and good while standing.
She was getting close as he made his lust for her relentlessly known. Blue eyes and a mouth slightly opened to moan softly mirrored her own expression as she approached her own high; the very first anyone ever gave her!
A head snapped forward in the decisive moment and hungry lips met, tongues battling against one another as their climax rocked their bodies, a deluge if fun filling Cinder as her partner shivered, moaning into her mouth as her own sounds vibrated, letting them both feel it.
Finally, they separated, and Cinder was gently set down on wobbly legs. Not wasting a second, right after his still-hard dick was back in his pants, she pointed off the dance floor, in the vague direction of "private", and took his hand to lead him away...
"Cut!" The director yelled through the sound. "Excellent shoot, you two! Magnificent performance! You led her well, Jamie!"
As the ravenette blinked owlishly, torn out of her horny mode, her partner basically scratched the back of his head. "Thank you, but I'm pretty sure my partner here is the real star," he screamed back over the din of the ongoing party and pointing to the ravenette.
"Ah, certainly!" The director nodded to her. "We'll wire you your payment for this gig ASAP! You can go to the showers now; just-"
As soon as Cinder heard the word "showers" and saw the hand pointing in the direction, her trek continued, pulling this "Jamie" along undeterredly.
As soon as they arrived, her clothes practically flew off of her while she hungrily glared at the blonde. "I want a second round, Jamie," she clarified.
"Jaune, actually; Jamie is my stage-"
"Jaune, then." He was almost adorably nervous. "Get those extensions out if my hair and I'll make it worth it," Cinder commanded in her best seductress voice, beckoning him to follow as she headed to the shower.
She would definitely sign up to exclusively work with him...
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Ｍｅ/Ｙｏｕ
📎Word Count: 1.9k
📎Warning/s: smut! MINORS DNI. toxic relationship dynamics <3 facefucking, sloppy blowjob, facial (not the skincare one), spitting in mouth, biting?, name calling, cheating/affair (bucky cheats), mean!bucky ig, toxic & manipulative!reader (she coerces bucky into cheating... so), alcohol mention, very very very brief sam x reader was mentioned
📎A/N: this was supposed to be a quick drabble but the fic practically wrote itself sooooooo @babyboibucky @sarge-barnes-sir @borikenlove this one’s for my hoes 💛✨
📎reblogs & comments are always welcomed!
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The stage lit up as the band finished with a flourish. A roar of cheers and applause vibrates through the entire room, breaking the sweaty and the smoky atmosphere of the bar.
Patrons milled around with their drinks in hand. Drunk people leaning over walls and stools, waiting for their friends to come find them.
Your black-rimmed eyes scanned the room for a viable option. You slowly gaze upon the sea of bar-goers, picking out the best of the bunch.
The girl in a pleated skirt? Still giggling with her friends.
What about the man who’s been eye-fucking you since you got here? Too desperate.
There’s someone leaning over at the edge of the room, but they’re too tall for your liking.
You finished your drink with a sharp gulp, already walking towards the bar for a refill when someone caught your eye.
He looked like a sore thumb sticking out of the crowd. His hair was cropped short, a bit frazzled. A fair shade of stubble showered his sharp jaw, lining over his pink lips.
A smirk played on your painted lips, signaling the bartender for two drinks.
“Hey Sam,” you practically purred. A handsome man tending the bar leans closer to you, bringing forth a couple of shot glasses.
“It’s on the house,” Sam said, sliding a neat square of napkins over your side before placing the drink.
You tilt your head that way and smiled in lieu of thanking. A clink—half a second later, you put the empty glass facing downwards.
“Who’s the new guy?” A genuine question. The subject of the conversation sits patiently behind you, checking his phone periodically.
“A friend,” Sam carefully approaches your question, “he’s dating another friend of mine.” Sam already knows what your game is and how... unstoppable you are, for the lack of a better word.
“Well, that didn’t stop us before, did it?”
Looking over your shoulder, you meet his gaze, beckoning him to join you and Sam by the bar.
“Hey man, what can I get ‘ya?” Sam asked his friend, laying another napkin on his end.
“Just a beer, thanks.” He’s short with words. His steely eyes darting everywhere but you.
“What’s your name?” Now you’re scooting closer, even playing up a stumble when the man behind you roared a boisterous laughter.
He then looks at you, finally, albeit hesitant, “I’m Bucky—are you okay?”
You let a small giggle out, playing coy, “Yes, Bucky, I’m okay.” You stick your hand out, a couple of silver and tungsten rings adorning your fingers.
“Nice to meet you...” Bucky prompted, his large hand engulfing yours.
“Sam’s...friend.”
“Right,” he said, letting go of your hand after a firm shake, “‘m just waiting for my girlfriend.”
Sam already moved away from your area, serving a group of girls by the far end of the bar.
“He always does that,” you pointed out. A shared tidbit of mutual interest. Bucky was close enough to get a whiff of his musky cologne. A sliver of necklace hiding beneath his black shirt.
“Yeah, that’s how I actually met him.” It was unprovoked, what he said, but you kept the conversation going.
“You were with a group of drunk girls?” Your quip made him look at you with a playfully defeated smirk, his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. An act that made your thighs clench from under you.
“No, no. Well—he thought that I was some girl’s boyfriend and he gave me a free drink to ‘apologize.’”
You bring up your best laugh, flicking your hair off your shoulder. Exposing your jewelry-adorned neck to him. He gazed down to your chest before clearing his throat.
He was nervous, you—hell, anyone—could tell. His hands were stuffed in his pants, he fidgets by shifting his weight back and forth on his left foot.
“Are you okay?” You looked up at him through your lashes, you were already a mere half a-foot away from him.
Bucky ran his hand through his hair impatiently, checking his phone again. Still no texts. “Yeah—yeah, I’m fine. My girlfriend’s just taking too long.”
You shot Sam a look before putting your hand on Bucky’s chest, “I know a place where you could wait. It’s quieter in there, you could call her.” Your tone was hopeful—a mutual acquaintance helping out a friend.
Before he knows it, Bucky’s hand was in yours as you guide him through the crowd and into a dimly lit hallway.
The wall was decorated with posters and stickers; pictures of patrons and banned people too.
“In here.” You opened a door, flicking a light switch before fully opening the way to let Bucky through. “This is a rehearsal room, the walls are lined with foam so any noise is filtered—can’t really go in and out.”
The old couch on the back was surprisingly clean and comfy, Bucky settled there as you rummaged around the mini-fridge for another drink.
“Beer?” That wasn’t really a question as you pass him a cold can, sitting down beside him.
He huffed, deft fingers dancing over the screen as he composed a longer text, “she always does this. It’s fucking annoying.”
Like the good friend you are, you scooted over to him, laying a soft hand over his shoulder for comfort.
“Hey, it’s fine. She’s just probably held up right now,” you cooed, a sweet little thing. You take a sip of a drink as he does so.
You give his broad shoulder a brief squeeze and made a face, “you’re really tense, man.”
Comically, he relaxes, letting out a breathless chuckle that sent your core fluttering. “‘m sorry. It’s just—this is our first night out in a long while.”
You hum inquisitively, propping up an arm on the backrest, “have you guys been together long?”
A beat passes before you backtracked.
“Sorry, I haven’t been in a long relationship...” You trailed off, tucking a piece of stray hair behind your pierced ear. You tentatively took another gulp of your drink, your cheeks heating up.
“No, it’s okay. We’ve been together for like, maybe three years, or so?” Bucky looks at you. God, it’s like he’s trying to read you before curating his answers. “Been a long time too.”
“Anything adventurous happening?” You teased him, Bucky’s visibly more relaxed now.
“No, nothing adventurous.” He confessed - an unknown reaction washes over his face as he says it.
“I may or may not know a thing or two on how to make your relationship more exciting.”
“Really? Is that so?” Bucky’s voice dropped a couple of octaves, sending shivers down your spine. He leans over then, getting closer to your face until his face is merely inches away from you.
“Bucky,” you breathe out. Your hands flat against his chest.
He blinks—once, twice.
“Oh, fuck. Sorry—shit, I’m sorry. I- I shouldn’t be here. I’m gonna go—“ His whole demeanor changed. Bucky stands up, straightening his pants and shirt before looking down at you, still seated on the couch.
He was just three steps away from the door when you slot yourself between him and his way, “where do you think you’re going?”
“Outside. Outside, I’m gonna wait for my girlfriend outside.” He’s rambling, his ears are going red. A thin sheet of sweat glistening over his forehead.
Closing the gap between you and him, you lay a hand against his chest, over his heart. “Do I make you nervous?”
Bucky stammers out a broken ‘no.’
“No? Why’s your heart beating so fast, then?”
You reached up to his nape, pushing him down to your height to kiss him hard. He didn’t push you away yet, his hands are gripping your arms for purchase. His fingers digging in the flesh of your shoulders. It’s sure to be bruised come morning.
“Fuck,” Bucky breathed out as you pull away. His lips shining and swollen, “what did you do?”
“Something thrilling, really.”
Bucky didn’t know how you got on your knees, tugging his black jeans down along with his boxer briefs in a desperate manner.
“God, I knew you were packing.”
His cheeks heat up even more as you palm him, his length hot and heavy against your hand. You lean in and nipped his thigh, your sharp teeth digging into his skin.
Bucky couldn’t help himself but to hiss and slap you across the face, “don’t fucking bite me.”
He expected you to look up at him with tears in your eyes, what he wasn’t expecting is you looking up with mischief and joy glinting in your eyes as you bite him again—harder this time, “God, fuck—you slut!”
Bucky saw red and grabbed you roughly by your jaw, squeezing your mouth open, “you want me so fuckin’ bad, you’re marking me, aren’t you, huh? Such a fucking slut, look at you.”
He squeezes harder, prying your mouth open as he missed your mouth with his spit, “open your mouth—fucking open!”
You obliged, your knees scraping raw as you kneel before Bucky. You feel his spit drip down your chin, the first time he missed. The second one slid down your tongue, prompting him to forcefully tap your cheek close as you swallow.
His angry cock stood dripping with precum; prominent veins making themselves known. You scoot closer, licking his balls up to the crown of his head which earns you a grunt.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Bucky orders. He wastes no time in bunching your hair up in his fist, slapping your swollen lips and cheek with his cock. “This better than your gloss, yeah? Hmm, yeah, ‘course it is.”
Bucky squeezes your mouth again, pushing his thick cock past your lips, your warmth engulfing all of him at once. “No reflex? My god, you’ve been here before, haven’t ‘ya?”
His presumptions were proven wrong when he started to pump in and out of your mouth. You gagged and choked, your throat constricting around his head every time he hits the back. “In and out through the nose, hmm? Yeah, c’mon. You can do it, bitch.”
Once you got past your reflex and relaxing your throat, Bucky took advantage and sped up. His balls slapping your chin when he thrusts in. The neckline of your shirt wet with spit and drool as he continues to fuck your mouth like he owns it.
You hum as you feel Bucky’s cock throb in your mouth.
“Yeah, yeah—fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
Another set of rough thrusts, Bucky pulls out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. He strokes his girth with his hand, with you licking the angry crown of his length. Ropes of cum spurt out, painting a good portion of your face milky white. You managed to swallow it, catching some in your abused mouth.
He stands tall above you, catching his breath as he tucks himself into his pants once more. “The fuck did I just do?”
“Something adventurous.” You smirk, standing up on your own, wiping your face with the inside of your shirt.
Bucky pats down his pocket for his phone, landing his gaze on the couch to look for it. He saunters over, looking for any texts from his girlfriend.
“You know, I’m doubting you even have a girlfriend,” You let out a sharp quip as you smooth your hair down, drinking the rest of your beer.
“Shut the fuck up.” Bucky retorts, stuffing his phone down his back pocket. Before strutting over a desk and scribbling something.
“What? You came on my face and I can’t say shit?”
He tosses you a piece of paper, catching it on your hand. Bucky gives you a reluctant look before turning the doorknob, leaving you alone in the room.
You unfold the paper then, ‘call me when you’re feeling adventurous’ it says, along with his phone number.
#bitchassbucky writes#works: one shots#bucky x reader#bucky x reader smut#bucky x reader angst#bucky x reader fluff#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes x reader angst#bucky barnes x reader fluff
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Winner, Winner
pairing: fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader
requested: yes
-fred being a simp for his ravenclaw chaser girlfriend & giving her a surprise when she wins
word count: 3.7k
warnings: 18+ smut, light degradation, shower sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetration
A/N: hey look at me finally posting another fic! I am so very sorry that I’ve been slacking on getting fics written and posted. I don’t even know what to say about it, it’s not that I’ve really been busy, I just have zero motivation for pretty much everything & i’ve been beyond exhausted the majority of the time again for literally no reason. I am trying my best to work on stuff though, it’s just taking a bit longer than any of us would like.
Anyways, I have some holiday requests I’m working on finishing up, as well as some fic and headcanon requests from the end of the year party I hosted (A HUGE thank you to everyone that participated in it!! I had a lot of fun & I really hope all of you did too!). Hopefully I can get these requests done and posted within the next two weeks as I’m coming up on that week and will probably hide myself away in my room, not wanting to socialize with anyone, so what better time to write! Lol, anyways, more fics coming soon so either join my taglist and get a notif when they’re posted or just keep an eye out for them. I love you beautiful people & I hope the new year is treating all of you well so far! Xx
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key: y/h/l - your hair length (short/mid-length/long/etc) y/h/c - your hair colour
You take in a deep breath as you get ready for your match. You know you have the skill and that you’ve practiced as much as you could, but you still got nervous anytime a proper game came around. Playing for fun and playing to win were two completely different situations.
Winning this could help bring your house closer to the house cup, and all of you wanted to be able to go home over summer break and tell your families that you had won.
Today’s match wasn’t bad; you were playing hufflepuff, who usually weren’t all that difficult to defeat, but you still wanted to be at the top of your game.
“Psst....Y/n.”
You frown, eyebrows furrowing as you look around the tent. You’re sure you heard someone whisper for you but you don’t see anyone.
“Y/n!”
You frown, turning towards the back of the tent where the voice definitely sounded like it came from. You smile when you find your boyfriend waiting, watching you. You couldn’t help but giggle when he sent you a big smile, motioning you over to him.
“Freddie, love. What are you doing here?”
You take in his appearance as he sends you another smile. He had painted his face in your house colours for the day; two stripes of colour - blue on top and silver beneath - on each of his cheeks.
“Came to give you a pep talk, princess. I know how in your head you get before a match.”
You smile, pulling him in for a hug, standing up on your tiptoes given his height.
“Thank you, love.”
“Of course, princess. I love seeing my girl win. That’s why you’re going to give me a kiss, take one last deep breath, and then go out and play with a clear head. I know you’ve got this. You’re only the best chaser I’ve seen.”
You chuckle, pulling him into another hug. He smiles, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lifting you up off the ground a little, your legs wrapping around him to secure yourself in place.
Pulling back you smile as Fred brings his lips to yours, reminding you of how much he loves you and silently telling you that he’s rooting for you.
“If you happen to win, I might have a surprise for you later.” He whispers to you after you pull apart, winking and sending you a smirk.
“Yeah? What happens if we lose?”
“Do you really want to find out?” He retorts, both of you chuckling as you shake your head.
“No. I suppose I would much rather win and figure out my surprise from there.”
“That’s what I thought, princess. Now go out there and win this. I know you’ve got it.”
You take a deep breath and nod, kissing him once more as he sets you back down on your own two feet, patting your bum once you’re steady.
“I’ll find you after the game.” He promises, linking his pinky with yours, before heading off to get his seat.
~.~
“Y/l/n makes a goal, earning ravenclaw ten more points! And look there! Both seekers seem to have spotted the snitch as they’re racing towards the ground.”
You perk up as Lee’s words register in your head, but you quickly focus back on the task at hand. Even if the seekers spotted the snitch, that doesn’t mean either one has caught it. Until then you need to work on earning points yourself....and avoiding bludgers considering you nearly just got hit with one.
“Hufflepuff’s seeker seems to have lost sight of it as they slow down, but Chang is still racing forward. Whether she still has it in sight is unsure.”
You try to focus on Lee commentating to see how everything is going, but at the same time you’re trying to pay attention to your role. You guys are up 220 to 130 right now and if you lost you’d be just a little upset.
“Y/n!” You hear one of your teammates call. Looking over you find your team captain and fellow chaser, Roger Davies, ready to pass you the quaffle.
You nod, signaling him to pass it while one of hufflepuff’s chasers come flying towards the two of you.
“Looks like Davies is getting ready to pass the quaffle to y/l/n.....Aaaaand he’s passed it just in time for hufflepuff’s chaser to miss interception. Y/l/n passes it back to Davies landing another goal and earning 10 points to Ravenclaw!”
“That’s my girl!” You can hear Fred bellow in excitement as you fly by one of the stands. You can’t help but smile as you try to keep your focus. You love hearing him cheer for you.
~.~
It seems that you guys play for another hour before the snitch is finally caught, by Cho fortunately. Ahead by 200 points, your team wins and you can hear the rest of the house cheering from the stands.
“That was such a magnificent game! I can’t wait to see the next Ravenclaw match. Until then, the next match will be...”
Most of Lee’s ending commentary is drowned out by the cheers of your teammates as you all land and pile into a group hug, high-fiving and patting each other on the back for a good game.
Even though you’re beyond excited for winning and are looking forward to the party you know will be raging in the common room when you get back, you can’t help but admit to yourself just how exhausted you are after the game.
Not only is the adrenaline starting to wear off, but you’re already starting to feel the pain from the physical exertion. You may have also gotten hit a few times by a well-aimed bludger, which Fred was not happy about considering you could clearly hear him yelling out in your defense.
You figure that a nice shower and maybe a quick lie-down will help. You’d hate to miss out on the party thrown in celebration of the team’s win, and more so Fred's surprise, so even if you have to push through a little bit, you’ll do so.
“Let’s get cleaned up and changed, then we can all head back to the common room to celebrate, yeah? I think we all deserve it.” Davies announces as a few of your teammates cheer in agreement.
“You all did really great today. I’m proud of all of us.” He smiles before breaking up the huddle.
“Are you ready to party, y/n?” Cho asks as you both head off to the locker room so you can shower.
“Yeah. Just a bit tired, but nothing a nice shower won’t be able to solve. You?”
She starts to answer before you’re interrupted by another one of your friends calling out to you.
“uh, sorry, Cho. I’ll catch up with you, yeah?”
She nods, smiling, as she continues on to the locker room while you’re dragged over to one of your friends.
~.~
When you finally get into the shower you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Most everyone has already left the pitch and stands, all your teammates already gone to the party presumably as the locker room is empty.
You can’t find it in you to care, though. You in desperate need of a shower before going anywhere and the hot water against your skin feels heavenly. In all honesty, having the lockerroom empty means that you can take however long you want, and you were certainly not going to complain about that.
You let the water wet your hair and warm up your body, gently relieving the pain from your achy muscles. You try to rub at your shoulders as they seem to be in the most pain aside from your lower back, but it's not doing much good. Even if your shoulders feel better with you rubbing them, it only makes the rest of your arm muscles sore.
“Y/n? You in here, love?” You hear Fred call out gently. You can't help but smile as he's truly the only other thing that you could want right now.
“In the shower, Freddie. I’ll be out soon.”
You can hear some movement outside of your stall as Fred makes his way over, but you assume he’s just going to stay there and talk with you.
Therefore you’re a little surprised when you see him join you under the water, his hair becoming darker as the water wets it.
"Hello, princess." he smiles, pulling your lips into a gentle kiss.
“What are you doing?” You chuckle, watching him as he grabs your shampoo bottle, squeezing some out into his palm.
“I’d like to shower with my amazing girlfriend if that’s okay? I figured you might like some attention after playing so hard.”
You can't help but smile as he lathers up the shampoo in his hands before massaging it into your hair, focusing his attention on scrubbing your scalp. Not too rough, but not faintly either.
“Mmm, Freddie.”
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” He chuckles, making sure to thoroughly cleanse your y/h/l strands of y/h/c hair.
He knows how much you love when he plays with your hair, given that you’ve fallen asleep a few times while he’s done so cuddling.
“Mhm. Feels amazing, Freddie.”
After throughly massaging your scalp, Fred motions for you to rinse the soap out before he grabs your conditioner to run through your hair.
He loved taking showers and baths with you, so he had learned your routine fairly quick. You always washed your face first, if you were going to in the shower that is - sometimes you decided against it, before going on to shampoo your hair and following it up with your conditioner which you applied to the ends of your hair. The only time you massaged some into your scalp was when it was a bit dry. After putting conditioner in your hair, you let it sit while you shaved and washed your body. After all that you finally rinsed out your conditioner while rinsing off your body.
He admired how strict your shower routine was, especially since you had so many more steps than he did. All he did was shampoo, rinse, wash his body, and then rinse again. To him, your added steps seemed like the greatest interest in the world. He knew you found the amount of steps you had to be tiring, though, and that’s why he loved to do them for you. He loved shampooing your hair and watching you relax into it. It made him feel good knowing he could make you feel good.
He especially loved washing your body, not only because he got to feel every inch of your skin, but because he liked to take his time and massage your back and shoulders and the content sighs you’d let out were his absolute favourite sound.
“You played a really great game today, princess.”
“Yeah? Thank you, love.” You hum, your eyes shut as he runs his hands through your hair, making sure that each strand has its share of conditioner.
You loved when he would play with your hair, whether it was in the shower or while you two were cuddling. It was just so relaxing and you feel like a little kid. He never failed to make you feel beyond safe in his arms as he ran his fingers through your tresses.
“You still looking forward to your surprise?”
“Always, Freddie.” You chuckle, a smile on your lips as you turn around in his arms so you were chest to chest.
You just wanted to be close to him right now. You were tired and so sore. All you needed was to be held.
“You’re perfect. You know that, angel?”
You hum, smiling into his chest as he holds you close, your breasts pushed right up against him but he didn’t seem to mind. At least if he did, he hid it well.
“You sore, baby?” He asks after a minute, noticing how you try to stretch out your muscles softly and groan whenever he rubs over your middle and lower back.
“Just a little.” You sigh, pulling away from him so you can grab your body wash and your loofa.
He watches you as you squeeze some body wash into the loofa, agitating it until you have a poof full of bubbles.
He smiles softly as you start washing your body, getting your arms and shoulders no problem but having trouble reaching your back.
“Give it here.” He chuckles, taking the loofa from you and pushing your mess of hair over your shoulder so your back is bare in front of him.
He gently starts running the loofa over your back, moving in careful, circular motions until your back is all clean. You can’t help but smile, loving that your boyfriend is so caring.
Before you realize it he’s slowly bent down to wash your legs for you, starting with the loofa at your ankles and working his way up.
“Freddie,” you sigh as he places some soft kisses to your inner thighs.
“Yes, angel?”
“Don’t you think this would be easier in bed?”
“I think I want to make to girlfriend feel amazing and that I don’t really care where that happens.” He responds, chuckling lightly before kissing at your thighs again.
You moan, relaxing into his touch as he trails his hands back up your sides, standing up. He finishes running the loofa over the rest of your body before rinsing and hanging it up on one of the hooks. He may be done washing you, but you know he’s nowhere near done with you. Not yet.
“You know how hot you are while playing, baby?”
You hum, his hands trailing all over your body, almost as if they can’t decide where exactly they want to rest. They’re up and down your sides, before running over your arms, and then cupping your breasts before they’ve travelled down over your stomach and down to your thighs, slowly prying them apart.
“I can imagine.” You chuckle, leaning your head back to provide him your neck to kiss.
“Do you know how hot you are when you play? Godric, Freddie.” You groan, remembering the way his muscles tense when he plays, especially when he swings at a bludger.
And then the way his face is set in pure concentration? You don’t think there’s anything more attractive than that, when his jaw is set tight and his brows are furrowed, his focus attached solely on the game.
He hums, chuckling a little as he kisses at your neck, his hands resting on your breast and stomach.
“If it’s alright with you, princess, I think I’d like to give you your surprise now.”
“I wouldn’t want anything else, Freddie.” You smile, moaning out as he pinches your nipples and sucks at your neck.
He moves around in front of you, placing a kiss to your lips as he’s now facing you, before he slowly walks you back to the wall. Once there, he gives you a sweet kiss on the lips before trailing his kisses down to your neck and then your chest, where he spends some time sucking at the flesh, paying special attention to your soft nipples.
“Freddie, my love. Godric that feels good.”
You can feel him smirk against your skin which only succeeds to drive you even crazier. This boy was going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it.
Slowly he trails his kisses all the way down to your stomach and eventually your thighs once again.
You can’t help but moan out as he kisses your inner thighs, so close to where you need him.
“I’ve been missing the taste of your pretty pussy, angel. Is it okay if I indulge myself a little?”
“Please, Freddie.” You whine, grabbing at his red locks.
He smirks, bringing his lips close to your folds, his tongue eagerly licking at you as soon as he’s close enough. It only takes him a few seconds before he’s got your clit in his mouth, sucking at it and making you whine for him.
“Freddie, love. Please. I want more.”
He chuckles as he pulls away, bringing his middle and pointer fingers up to your folds, coating them in your wetness before slowly sliding them into you.
“So needy, princess. What next? You want to cum on my fingers?” He teases, but you and him both know that’s exactly what you want.
“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you princess? You love making a mess for me, huh?”
You moan out, your legs twitching at the wave of pleasure that runs through you.
Fred smirks, loving your reactions to him. Normally he’d demand you to answer him, but today he’s just enjoying pleasing you. Besides, it is supposed to be all about you given that you played well and won.
He can’t help but smirk out at the groan you let out as he curls his fingers up into you. One of the beautiful perks of being your boyfriend is knowing your body inside and out. He’s more than proud that he can get you so close to release in no time.
“Fred,”
��What, angel? You gonna cum? You going to make a mess of my fingers?”
You whine, giving him all the answer he needs, as if the bucking of your hips and clenching of your walls isn’t enough.
“Well come on, princess. Show me how good I make you feel.” he chuckles, a proud smirk on his face as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of your wetness.
It only takes a few more pumps and one last curl of his fingers before your reaching your high and cumming all over his fingers.
“Freddie,” you gasp, your hands tugging at his dampened locks a bit harshly.
“Feel good, angel? You think you could cum again on my cock?”
You groan as you watch him pull his fingers from you and suck on them, tasting your sweetness. You try to hold back a moan as a groan rumbles from his throat at you taste, but you fail quite miserably.
“So delicious, angel. Like a snack sent straight from heaven.”
You can hear him chuckle as you squirm around in need. You want more. You need more. You need so much more of him including his cock in you and his lips on yours, his fingers running through your hair before grabbing the back of your neck and holding you against him. You need him so much and you know he knows that.
“Freddie”
You can’t help but whine at this point. Even when he’s supposed to be pleasing you he ends up teasing you more than anything. You swear it's just his nature. He's just a fucking tease no matter what he's doing - sexually related or not.
“You want my cock, princess?”
He smiles as you nod at him, grabbing for him as he stands up, pulling your hips to his.
“Can you beg for it, angel? I know this is your surprise, but I just love hearing you beg for me.”
“Please Freddie. Please give me your cock. Please make me cum again all over your pretty pretty cock. I need it. Please.”
Without so much as a warning he’s pushing himself inside of you, your walls clenching around him as your eyes shut tight.
You whine at his slow pace, wanting you to be able to adjust to him. He wants to make you feel good, not give you any sort of pain.
“I love you, princess. I’m so proud of you for winning today. I knew you could do it.”
“I love you too, Freddie. C-can you please move? Please.”
“Anything for you, love.” He smiles, catching your lips with his as he starts thrusting faster and harder into you, your moans spilling over into the kiss.
Fred slowly trails his one hand from you waist down to your thigh where he pulls it up onto his hip, creating a different angle that felt just like heaven.
“Ohh-ohhhh”
“That feel good, princess? Are you going to come?”
You nod, not able to form words as your head is lolled back against the shower wall.
You can feel yourself clench around him wildly, knowing that you’re close. You just need that extra push to be sent over the edge.
“Freddie!” You gasp as his fingers roughly - and unexpectedly - rub against your clit, successfully sending you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you.
“So good, princess. Did so well. Fuck, I’m gonna-fuck”
Before you can even realize it, he’s pulled himself from you, painting your stomach with his hot cum as you feel your orgasm drip down your inner thighs, warmer than your already warm skin.
For a few moments all either of you can do is try to catch your breath as the showerhead still soaks both of you, slowly washing his cum from your body whenever the water trickles over your body just right.
You can’t help but chuckle as soon as you come back to your senses. If you were tired before, you're beyond exhausted now. And yet your stomach is already filling with butterflies at the thought of round two in your dorm room.
“I think that was the best surprise I’ve ever gotten, Freddie. Thank you, my love.”
He smiles, as he pushes some hair out of your face, staring into your eyes for a second as he tries to read your expression. His stomach fills with warmth when all he can find is pure love, adoration, and happiness in your features.
“Of course, princess. I’m really happy, and proud, that you won. Not what do you say we get going to the party? I’m sure everyone is missing you.”
You chuckle, nodding as you pull him into a kiss. You know that neither of you will be spending much time at the party, and you're sure he knows that as well given the way he's biting at your lip already.
You're positive that the first chance either of you get, you’ll be dragged up to your room and fucked over and over until the both of you pass out. That's one of the many joys of dating Fred Weasley - not only does he constantly express his love for you verbally, but he's always ready to show you just how much he adores you as well. All you have to say is that you must be one of the luckiest people ever in order to have Fred as your boyfriend.
#harry potter#harry potter imagine#harry potter smut#hp imagine#hp smut#fred weasley#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley smut#requested
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monster, m | myg, jjk
pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook
summary: Mafia boss Min Yoongi and his bodyguard Jeon Jungkook punish you for being a smartass. Oh, I guess there’s some plot too. Maybe.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, threesome, unprotected sex [get tested please], creampie); abuse; non-idol!AU - mafiaaboss!AgustD!Yoongi (black-haired Daechwita AU), longhaired!tattooed!Jungkook; mercenary!reader; Jungkook has a praise kink; you have a pain kink (maybe psycho tbh)
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You raised an eyebrow at him.
“And?”
He tapped the air with his black card.
“Order anything you like.”
A beat passed in silence. You shut the leather menu you were holding and placed it on the table. You closed your eyes slowly and blinked at him.
“I don’t think this date is going to work out.”
You turned and were about to get up from your chair, only to have a gun pointed right between your eyes. The smile the guard gave you was almost angelic with his full lips.
“Jimin, get that gun out of her face.”
You gave Park Jimin a venomous glare. The sunglasses meant you couldn’t see his eyes even if you wanted to. The private room at the restaurant meant there were no one was watching.
“Shoot it. I honestly don’t care.”
“We both know that’s what you’re really aiming for.”
After a long moment, you turned back around to face him. Him and his scar over his right eye. A fresh reminder every time that you were the one who did that. His brown eyes seemed dead.
“How long do you plan on acting like a bitch?”
He spun the black card against the table. You hated it when he flexed how much money he had and he knew it. He didn’t do it because he was arrogant. He did it because he knew it pissed you off.
“I don’t know, how long do you plan on keeping me?”
He shrugged casually. The card spun and spun like a tiny black tornado. Then it made a sharp snap as he slammed it to the table. His eyes flickered up to you.
“Forever.”
Min Yoongi.
You were supposed to kill him and you got caught. The only time you had ever been caught. In your defense, it wasn’t because you were bad at your job. You almost had him. The scar proved it. At this point, it didn’t matter if you killed him or not. Your original contact was now dead. Min Yoongi owned everyone who as anyone in the city. Blackmail, money, whatever it took. Maybe mafia boss was too cliché of a title for him. You, on the other hand, didn’t care what he did. It wasn’t as if you were some kind of angel either. Min Yoongi was just supposed to be another number to add to the list of people you killed for money.
And, well, there was no meaning to that money now, considering he basically owned the banks.
You were pretty sure there was something wrong with you. Something was a little off. People didn’t become mercenaries out of the goodness of their hearts, after all. Maybe you caught on to killing a little too easily and felt a little too little. Maybe causing chaos was a little too fun. A little bit of an anarchist, perhaps.
Yoongi cocked his head at you, his black hair covering his eyes a little. He had been trying to convince you to work for him all this time, but you didn’t see a point in it. He had nothing to give you. Money? There was nothing to buy and nowhere to go. Fame? Not quite the title you wanted as a mercenary. Power? Fleeting as far as you were concerned. Freedom?
Oh, no, Yoongi wasn’t going to let you have that.
“You can play along or I can have Jungkook play with you. Take your pick.”
You flinched. The only reason Yoongi wasn’t six feet under was because of that little shit who interrupted you. Knocked your aim off, caused you to slash instead of stab. A single second later and you were trapped in his muscular thighs, passing out from a triangle choke and armbar combination. It wasn’t just that you were bested. It was that you were bested so easily and without even being able to fight back.
Fucking little bastard.
Yoongi smirked.
“I could go for a game of Go Fish right now,” you sneered.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Ah, you really want it to be like this, don’t you?” He tipped his head and Jimin stepped out. Panic shot through you like lightning. Aw, shit. Yoongi watched your emotions change in an instant. He hadn’t meant play in the innocent sense, after all.
“It pains me more than it pains you.”
You made a face at him. “Shut the fuck up.”
The door slid open.
“Hey, hyung, what’s up?”
And in Jeon Jungkook sauntered. Black oxfords snapping against the hardwood floor. Black hair long and messy, wearing black slacks, matching black vest, and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He didn’t even bother to hide all the tattoos on his right arm. He gave you a cocky smile and looked over to Yoongi for instruction. Suddenly the short black dress Yoongi told you to wear was much too small and much too tight.
Yoongi tapped his fingers against the table.
Out of the two, you definitely preferred Yoongi. Mostly because Yoongi could be satiated.
You inhaled deeply. “I’ll behave.”
Yoongi’s lips curved into a sly smirk. “Begging, are you?”
“I was stating a fact. I don’t beg.”
Wrong answer. But, of course, you said it because you had too much pride to not to be a smartass. Yoongi smiled. His hand stopped moving.
“Are you hungry, Jungkook?”
“What about you, hyung? You haven’t eaten yet,” Jungkook asked inquisitively, hands in his pockets. “I couldn’t eat before you.”
Ugh. They all loved Yoongi like he was some sort of soft animal that needed to be protected. Even Jungkook, who Yoongi let do what he wanted because he was the youngest. You were sure Yoongi had to clean up some messes Jungkook made, which was why he wanted to use you. You were clean in conduct, diverse in methods, and apathetic to the cause. The perfect tool.
The problem was, he couldn’t convince you to do jack shit.
Yoongi took his card and calmly filed it into his wallet. Even though all of his guards were elegantly dressed, Yoongi was in an olive-green jacket, dark green shirt, and grey jeans. Silver accessories. No one could even guess how important he was.
And you? Tight, short, black dress with thin straps. Black heels. No jewelry. Smokey eye makeup and dark red lip. Not quite gaudy hooker, not quite rich wife either. A strange in-between.
Yoongi placed his hand flat on the table. Slowly, he turned It around and curled his fingers toward himself in a beckoning motion.
“Come here.”
You knew he was talking to you. He knew it, you knew it, Jungkook knew it. Jungkook’s dark brown eyes followed Yoongi’s hand, up the length of the table, and then to you. His lips curved into an amused smile. Like a predator to prey. You glared at the two of them. You never listened. You weren’t going to start now.
“You should listen to hyung, you know,” Jungkook purred, taking a step towards you.
“I hear every word he says,” you retort, standing up.
Yoongi tilted his head. Just a few steps and Jungkook kicked your chair aside, pressing his body against you. Hard, unrelenting, hot breath down your neck. You didn’t even look at him.
“Don’t even think about it.”
You narrowed your eyes at Yoongi, facing him as you responded to Jungkook’s words.
“I told you I’m no longer interested in murdering him.”
Yoongi gave you an open-mouthed smirk.
“You regret it now, don’t you?” Yoongi drawled slowly.
One second you were simply standing there. The next you were twisting out of the way as Jungkook tried to pin you against the wall, knee up to defend against Jungkook’s inevitable kick. Jungkook growled, grinning as he dove again. You went low, elbowing him in the thigh to throw off his balance and slam him into the floor. Or would have, if Jungkook wasn’t sturdy enough to simply take it and he drove his shoulder into your chest. You hissed at the contact of shoulder to sternum, already bracing your body as you slid across the floor due to your heels.
You felt a hand grab you by the hair and yank hard, making you hiss in pain as you went down hard on your knees. Fighting Jungkook always took all your concentration. It wouldn’t be that way if he wasn’t such a skilled fighter. Yoongi, however, was an impatient and dishonorable man.
Yoongi held on to your hair and pulled up, dragging you to your feet and slamming you against the table. You let him do it because, well, it was going to become a beating if you continued. Also, Yoongi was more lenient when he thought he was the stronger one. But you didn’t give him the satisfaction of you yelping in pain, even if your ribs felt like they were rattling.
“I think I would be worried if you didn’t try to fight for once,” Yoongi grunted, grabbing your upper arms and dragging you up the table. You tried to twist out of his grasp but Jungkook suddenly appeared between your legs and pinned your arms down.
“Ah, hyung, couldn’t you pick someone more… docile?” Jungkook complained with a pout as you panted with exertion.
Yoongi chuckled. “Are you trying to tell me you want her?” There was a dangerous edge in his voice.
“I’m only saying it would be easier for you,” Jungkook muttered, forcing your legs in their spread position as you were perched at the edge of the table. Hs eyes flitted to yours and it was obvious – the second Yoongi released you from his grasp, Jungkook would be ready to pounce.
“Take what you can get,” Yoongi growled. Coldness touched your skin as Yoongi flipped his switchblade out, slicing through the thin straps of the dress. You gritted your teeth as Yoongi’s face appeared in your vision. “I was going to let him eat you out but I’ve decided against it thanks to your antics.”
“Fuck you,” you snarled.
Yoongi shrugged. He pointed to your upper arm, tapping the implant under your skin with his blade.
“You can go in raw, Jungkook. Finally had Hoseok install it.”
Jungkook took his hands off your arms and began to unbutton his pants. “Seokjin-hyung is going to be really mad if we fuck in his restaurant,” he warned.
Yoongi scoffed. “Then I’ll let him have a taste too if he’s feeling upset.”
“This will not make me tame,” you hissed, looking up to him.
Yoongi gave you an almost-bored look. “That’s not what I’m looking for.”
You gasped as Jungkook yanked your dress up, ass hitting the table. Yoongi laid your arms one over the other above your head so he could hold them with one hand. The other laced around your neck, pushing your head up and forcing you to arch your back uncomfortably. Each silver ring cut into your skin painfully and you growled at him, even as Jungkook pulled out his switchblade and tore your panties to ribbons.
Yoongi leaned down, lips against your ear. His tongue slid out, curling around your earlobe. You stiffened, breathing swallow. He knew how to get you wet. He paid attention to detail, gently nibbling at your ear, listening to the change in your breathing as you gave in to him. You were human after all. You had your erogenous zones. You barely registered Jungkook cutting up the length of your dress, exposing your breasts to the cold. Your nipples hardened as Yoongi blew softly against your ear, whispering your name, almost pleadingly. It didn’t matter if he didn’t mean it.
“Don’t you wish it was me between your legs?” he breathed.
You sank your teeth into your lower lip, trying to control yourself. Your hand found his shirt and clutched a fistful of it in response. Yoongi chuckled and straightened, only to see Jungkook watching your pussy in fascination.
“Ah, so disappointing I can’t eat her out,” Jungkook pouted. “Looks so tasty.”
Yoongi chuckled. “Maybe next time, Jungkook.”
You could hear Jungkook’s pants falling to the floor, but you were still staring at Yoongi, holding onto his shirt. Yoongi seemed to notice your gaze and looked down at you with a smirk.
“What’s the matter? Ready to tell me you love me?”
You let go, scowling. “As–fuck!”
Jungkook entered you with one swift thrust, no stretching out, no warning, just hard dick shoved straight in. You gritted your teeth, breaking out of Yoongi’s grip and grabbing Yoongi’s shirt with both hands, struggling to adjust as Jungkook grabbed your hips and began to fuck you without remorse. You had never taken in someone raw before, and certainly not Jungkook’s rough, wild thrusts. Yoongi held you in place calmly by your neck as you struggled to not make a sound, feeling every vein and every thick inch of muscle pumped into you with vigor.
Jungkook, on the other hand, groaned lustfully as he fucked you, eyes closing as he felt your pussy clamp around him, tight and pulsing.
“Oh, fuck, hyung, it feels so good,” Jungkook moaned, throwing his head back, muscles bulging in his dress shirt and vest. His right hand dug into your hip, tattoos flexing with his tanned skin.
“Are you a spoiled boy, Jungkookie?” Yoongi drawled, voice low. He always watched. It didn’t matter who it was. He liked to watch.
“Yes, hyung.” Jungkook liked to be watched. He had a little bit of a praise kink when it came to his hyungs. He loved Yoongi, as they all did. Maybe a little too much. “Thank you, hyung.”
And well, Yoongi was clever. Even through you never told him directly, it was obvious you loved pain in all senses of the word. Delivering it, receiving it, all of it. Giving you the birth control implant was your gift as much as it was his. He could hear it, the strained moans you stubbornly kept in your throat, the wetter and wetter slapping of Jungkook’s hips against your own, watching with interest as Jungkook’s angry red cock thrust into you over and over.
He held your neck, slowly tightening. Your mind was fogging up, forced to feel the painful pleasure of Jungkook repeatedly pounding you into the table, his cock swelling inside you. Black spots danced on the edges of your peripheral vision, clouding your thoughts.
Jungkook bit his lip, digging his nails into your hips as he came with a groan. You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling hot strings of cum shooting into you, filling you up as he pulled out with a hiss, cum dripping out of you.
He was still hard.
Yoongi let go of your neck and pulled out of your grasp. Before you had time to collect yourself, Jungkook was pushing you on top of the table, flipping you over so you were on your hands and knees. Your shredded clothes fluttered to the floor, heels still on as Jungkook climbed onto the table, pants at his ankles. You could hear his cum plop onto the table from your dripping pussy. A loud scrape and you looked up to see Yoongi repositioning the chair so he could witness your face.
He caught your eye but before you could lash out, Jungkook grabbed one arm and pinned it behind your back, shoving his cock into you once more. You gasped sharply, biting your tongue as Jungkook began to fuck you again, slowly rolling his hips into your cum-filled pussy. He moaned, feeling the extra slickness of your walls painted in his orgasm. Yoongi observed with interest, not looking away. Jungkook leaned down, hand snaking between your thighs.
“Don’t you dare,” you growled, more to Yoongi than Jungkook, but both ignored you. You felt Jungkook’s nail scrape against your clit and you stiffened despite not wanting to reveal that he found the right spot. Jungkook chuckled, voice dropping several octaves.
“Scream for me.”
He pinched your clit and you clamped down hard on your tongue, squeezing your eyes shut as you slammed your fist onto the table. He thrust into you, hard, making you see stars. Every muscle tensed as you struggled to keep in your noises, furrowing your brow as Jungkook pinched and flicked your clit, abusing it. You could feel your pussy clenching and throbbing around his cock, unable to control yourself as you came with a muffled scream. Liquid gushed down both of your thighs, the squelching sounds becoming louder. It was obscene.
Yoongi’s trademark open mouthed smirk appeared as Jungkook came once again, driven by your orgasm. You were filled up once again by his cum, gasping at the sensation of so much inside you. And Jungkook still didn’t stop, slowly beginning again, moaning at the sensitivity of his cock from the back-to-back orgasms. He let go of your abused clit and grabbed your hips. The first slap made you hiss, nails digging into your palm. He kept going, smacking your ass in between thrusts to feel your walls tighten.
“Such a spoiled boy doing such a good job,” Yoongi purred. Jungkook whimpered at the compliment, looking up to see Yoongi nodding in satisfaction.
“Are you hard, hyung?” Jungkook whined, voice softening when addressing the older man.
“Mm-hmm,” Yoongi hummed, spreading his legs a little to readjust. Jungkook watched him closely, trying to see his erection through Yoongi’s jeans. The thought made him even harder inside you. You squeezed his cock and he groaned, shoving himself all the way inside you.
“Let me see,” Jungkook pleaded, raking his nails down your back. You grunted in pain and glared at Yoongi.
Yoongi chuckled. “You want to see it that bad, Jungkookie?” He dragged out the younger man’s name, low and teasing.
“Please,” Jungkook moaned, gripping your side so tight you gasped. “Oh, please, hyung.”
Yoongi glanced at you, amused at your silent scowl telling him to give the man what he wanted. He unbuttoned his jeans lazily. Slowly pulling down the zipper, lifting his hips a bit to slide it down enough to reveal his black boxer briefs. They could see it now, the growing erection straining against his underwear.
Jungkook groaned, rolling his hips into you and hitting your deepest spot. You almost moaned, eyes fixated on Yoongi’s crotch. Jungkook did it again, mumbling to Yoongi.
“Please…”
Yoongi palmed himself through his underwear, taking his time. He leaned back, exhaling deeply as he ran his large hand over his clothed erection. Jungkook was whimpering, desperate for more.
“Hyung…”
Yoongi cocked an eyebrow and sighed, giving in. He always gave in to the youngest. He pulled down his underwear, letting his hard cock spring free. You felt breathless at the sight. Maybe it was Jungkook’s multiple orgasms getting to your head. But it was always like this. Yoongi always made you wait to see his cock. He knew how to make you blind to your own desperation, growing the hungry desire to see Yoongi’s ringed hand encircle his throbbing, beautiful cock, eyes half-lidded in arousal.
Jungkook moaned again lustfully, his pace increasing again now that he knew that he was the catalyst to making Yoongi hard.
“Harder, Jungkook. Fuck her rougher.”
Jungkook obeyed, slamming his hips into you so hard that the whole table shook despite being solid wood. You choked on air, feeling the cum dripping out of you as Jungkook began to fuck you wildly and with reckless abandon, hitting your most sensitive spots. And Yoongi, in all his audacity, continued to watch, still holding his cock. He noticed your gaze and he stoked himself slowly, making you bite down on your lip to avoid moaning. You shoved your cheek against the cool wood of the table, shuddering as you came, overwhelmed by pain and pleasure.
Jungkook hissed, shooting you full of cum once again. The sensation of being so full intoxicated you and you let out and soft whimper, hoping neither of them heard you. But, of course, Yoongi heard you.
Yoongi purred your name softly. You looked up at him, breathing hard, legs shaking. At this point your makeup was messy and your lips a little smeared, hair messy from fucking. He grinned as you winced, feeling Jungkook pull out of you. Jungkook was still semi-hard, the animal.
“Come here,” Yoongi said once again.
You had snarky comments prepared. You had you retorts all filed away. But the sight of Yoongi holding his hard cock, eyes smokey with lust made you forget all of them. Every muscle hurt from your constant strain of staying silent, refusing to let them hear you cries of pleasure. But your resolve was cracking now, seeing Yoongi’s want. You crawled off the table, ignoring Jungkook who was readjusting himself behind you. There was only Yoongi.
“Hold it in,” Yoongi commanded.
You walked towards him, trying not to hobble in your heels. Even now, you were prideful of how you presented yourself. You clenched your pussy tight, not letting Jungkook’s cum fall as you approached the black-haired man.
Yoongi removed his hand and patted his thigh. Wordlessly, you slid onto his lap, your hand lightly guiding him to your entrance. You placed one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, spying his smug expression out of the corner of your eye.
“Need me that bad, huh?”
“Shut up,” you said hoarsely. Your throat was dry from breathing so hard.
Yoongi chuckled. “I need you too,” he breathed, lips against your cheek.
You sank down on him, eyes rolling back into your head as he filled you up. He was still mostly clothed, the rough denim rubbing against your thighs as you went down. Yoongi moaned in satisfaction, hands trailing up your sides and pressing his thumbs against your nipples. Against your better judgement, a cry left your lips as his cock shoved Jungkook’s cum deeper inside you. You could feel every contour of his cock, every vein pulsating against your walls.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” Yoongi drawled, pressing your nipples down and moving them in small circles. It wasn’t enough. You wanted his mouth on them and he knew it. He smirked. Yep, he wasn’t going to do it either.
You rolled your hips onto his cock. He grinned, pinching your nipples tightly and twisting them. A soft mewl reached your ears – you. Oh, fuck. Yoongi smirked triumphantly.
“Use my cock and get yourself off,” he purred. “You deserve it.”
It was all a trick. A ruse to feed your ego and yet you still did as you were told because he knew how to manipulate you, especially after wearing you out with Jungkook. It wasn’t fair, but Yoongi never played by the rules.
You lifted yourself up and sank back down, breathing hard. All your muscles were sore and yet you still found the energy to thrust your hips into Yoongi, squeezing him tight as you rode him. Yoongi pinched and pulled your nipples, fueling your arousal. He smelled so good, some kind of sharp pine, and it was driving you crazy. With a start, you realized the moans you were hearing were you, saying his name breathlessly over and over.
“That’s it,” Yoongi murmured, eyes half-lidded and smirk on his lips. “Cum for me.”
Shit. If you were in your right mind, you could refuse him, but you were so full of Jungkook’s cum with Yoongi’s dick so deep inside you that you could barely see straight. He kept pinching your nipples, flicking them hard as you went down, shocking your system every time. You came with a cry, gripping his shoulders hard as waves of pleasure raked though you, your entire body shuddering.
“Jungkook, hold her up.”
Yoongi removed his hands from your breasts, only to be replaced by strong, calloused ones. One tattooed, one bare. Jungkook held you firmly. You were panting, unable to look away from Yoongi’s eyes. His scar was an angry red. Those dark brown eyes looked at you like you were his queen, and yet it could all be a lie because Yoongi was a master manipulator. His black hair was pushed back, damp with sweat. He smirked at you, baring his teeth. You had a strange urge to kiss him, but you held back.
“Time to fill you up with me,” he whispered, hands settling on your hips.
The first thrust was slow, languid. Not enough. You bit your lip, feeling Jungkook roll your nipples slowly in between his fingers. Yoongi didn’t just want to fuck you. He wanted to drive you crazy. He wanted you to lose your mind. He sank in again, hissing with satisfaction. He made his cock throb inside you, your muscles clenching automatically in response. Jungkook ran his nail over your nipple and you could feel yourself becoming wetter with every passing second. Yoongi’s lips parted, a low, guttural growl clawing its way out of his throat. It was gravelly and deep.
“The implant was a good idea, wasn’t it?”
You gasped as he thrust in particularly deep.
“First time my cum will be mixing with Jungkook’s, deep inside you.”
Against your better judgement, you whimpered at his words. Fuck. Yoongi grinned, cocking an eyebrow.
“You like that, hm? Being pumped to the brim with cum?”
Before you could respond, Jungkook moaned behind you, pinching your nipples hard. You winced as Yoongi increased the pace, rolling his hips into you easily.
“Wonder how much you can take,” Yoongi drawled, eyes boring into yours. “Should I tie you up and let them all fuck you one by one? See how much cum you can keep in that pussy of yours before I fuck it all out of you?”
You hissed, feeling Jungkook grip your breasts and flick your nipples hard.
“Hyung, don’t get my hopes up…”
There was no way that the wet squelching noises between your hips were only your juices. You could smell Jungkook’s cum dripping down Yoongi’s cock.
“Or would you rather only have Jungkook?” Yoongi purred. He didn’t miss your eyes flashing at his suggestion. He chuckled deeply. “I’m always curious how far Jungkookie’s stamina goes.”
Jungkook was losing it behind you, groaning, pinching your nipples and ramming his clothed crotch into your back. He was rock hard, desperate for friction. Yoongi continued to fuck you, pace increasing ever so slowly.
“I want to see you on your knees,” Yoongi sneered, “Face into the ground, ass in the air, cum overflowing out of you and falling to the floor.”
You gasped, jerking forward from the force of Jungkook’s movements, your lips against Yoongi’s ear and his against yours. Harder, rougher. His lips touched your ear, tongue tracing your earlobe.
“And then I’m gonna fuck you,” he murmured, voice low and deep. “Fuck you until you can’t walk or see straight, and then wait for you to recover, only to do it again.”
You moaned into his ear, softly, falling apart to his words and his tongue.
“Yoongi, please…”
That wasn’t Jungkook. That was you, breathlessly begging into Yoongi’s ear, so quietly that Yoongi was sure Jungkook couldn’t hear you.
He waited, pumping his cock in and out of you roughly, smacking your hips together.
“Please fill me up with you.”
Yoongi made sure to chuckle right into your ear before he slammed you down hard onto his hips, shooting hot strings of cum inside, cock twitching mercilessly against your walls. You moaned his name, hands tangled in his black hair, whining as he pumped you full. He always had so much. You suspected he let it build up on purpose.
He pressed his lips against your ear. You could feel his infuriating smirk.
“Mine.”
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heart of gold (chapter four)
pairing: robert plant x florence bennett (oc)
warnings: allen being a weirdo as usual, fluff, angst and friendship :’)
words: 4.3k
summary: trapped in a loveless marriage to a powerful man, florence bennett lives every day in despair. after a chance encounter with a golden-haired actor, florence finds that her life will never be the same again.
author’s note: folks!! this took a lot longer to write for a number of different reasons but hey!! it’s here now :) not much to say in this one cause i don’t wanna spoil, but if anyone has any theories, feedback or suggestions please let me know! hope you enjoy <333
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“Dear angel, I hope you are faring well. This note, unlike the rest, is rather short. I felt I should be quick, and frank, too. If you happen to find yourself at the Bennett manor for the upcoming ball, I will be present as well. Perhaps, if fate allows it, we may meet, finally. I will be wearing a silver gown, with chiffon detailing. Look for me, and I will do the same. Forever yours, stranger.”
Stunned silence fills the elegant dressing room as Robert reads the short letter over once more, his fingers tracing the letters as though the action would reveal a devastating brand of trickery. For all intents and purposes, however, the letter seemed to be perfectly earnest; a fact that Bonzo, sitting next to him with a cigarette dangling from his lips, enjoyed reminding him of.
“Robert, she wants to meet with you. You want to meet with her. We must go to the ball. I’ll even help you pick out a suit,” he drawls, lazily throwing his head back against the plush cushioned chair as he gazes over at Robert. “I am convinced this is the longest you’ve gone without talking, to be quite honest.”
The blond sat unmoving, eyes never straying from the slip of paper clenched in his hands. He hasn’t spoken a word since reading it, and his eyes roam over each line as though he was unable to fully take in the words that flow across the page. Slowly, the man's eyes raise from the letter, meeting Bonzo’s as shock swims in the cerulean pools.
“Bonzo.”
“Ah, he speaks!”
“She wants to…”
“Meet you? Yes, she does,” Bonzo finishes the man’s sentence with a hearty chuckle, and his arm raises to pat Robert on the arm. The chestnut-haired man continues, shaking his head at the blond’s nervous antics. “We need to find you a suit; an expensive one, at that. The Bennett’s are just short of nobility after all. We might have to cut your hair, too.”
“What? Why would we do that?” The blond’s hands fly towards the tips of his golden ringlets almost unconsciously, and he cards long fingers through them. Uncertainty is painted upon his handsome face, and Bonzo smirks, a chuckle leaving his mouth.
“Just because you’re an actor, Robert, does not mean you need to look like one. Long hair signifies that you’re loose. Easy, if you will. Even if it does have a kernel of truth to it…”
“And you’re definitely sought after, are you not, Bonzo? Quite suave, if memory serves.”
Bonzo huffs out a laugh, and gazes over at Robert, as he blows a gauzy cloud of smoke into the air. A smirk graces his features as his lips twitch in an attempt to hide it, and he shoves Robert’s arm amicably. “All in due time, my friend. All in due time.”
“I’m sure.”
“Regardless of how I am faring in that particular department, we were talking about you, were we not?” Bonzo replies, locking eyes with Robert, earnest now, as he searches the man’s face. Seemingly not finding what he was looking for, his dark brows furrow. “Why are you so nervous in the first place? Women almost flock to you, yet you’re quivering at the possibility of meeting this one.”
Robert sighs, shifting uncomfortably under Bonzo’s penetrating gaze. He was as nervous as he is, because this woman… it’s as if she had known him all his life. She was charming, and intelligent, talking of wonderful novels and intricate poems. To Robert, whenever he read a letter she had written, he could almost hear her twinkling laughter, and see her smile that sparkled in his mind. Her soul was utterly beautiful, and it seemed to have entwined with his. Robert can only hope, however, that she feels the same.
“I… I do not know what she looks like, or how she is in person. That’s all,” Unable to let those thoughts linger in the tense air of the dressing room, Robert comes up with the best excuse he could muster under the circumstances. “I do think it is a cause for concern, is it not?”
“Well, Plant,” Stilling the shaking of one hand with the other, Robert returns Bonzo’s stare, until the moustachioed man smirks once more. He had obviously seen through the ruse, and it was only a matter of time before Robert became the laughing stock of the entire theatre. The two are locked still in a staring match, without a single movement from either. Oddly enough, though, Bonzo looks away first. The smirk still dangling from his lips proves that the conversation will be continued eventually. “I wish you luck, then. Truly, I do hope it goes well tonight.”
“Thank you, Bonzo. I appreciate your support. Truly I do.”
“I’m sure. Now,” Bonzo stands with a huff, stretching an arm out towards Robert. The blond takes it and raises from the comfortable chaise, and the two friends saunter out of the room, laughter following them. “How about we get ready for the ball? You must look put-together, and oftentimes, you’re not exactly the picture of elegance…” Bonzo’s voice trickles out past the crack left in the door, and Robert’s squawk of offense rings across the empty room.
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Florence steps in front of the floor-length mirror that decorates her room, and she feels beautiful, for what may very well be the first time in years. In the beginning, Allen had showered her with compliments, and made her feel truly loved. His words soured, eventually, and she bore the brunt of his treatment ever since. Finally, though, she was doing something for herself. To make herself happy. If you ask anyone that truly knows her, they would point out that Florence was altruistic, almost to the point of self-effacement. She had lived much of her adult life playing an impossible role. Tonight, she meets her beloved actor.
Appearing suddenly behind her in the mirror, almost like a mirage, Emma takes in the way her friend is fiddling with the dress they had picked out together. It was a beautiful silver that gleamed in the dusky moonlight, with accents of soft chiffon that could only add to the ethereal quality. Dressed in her own gown, a canary yellow that made her eyes gleam like gemstones, Emma dares a smile of her own.
“Florence, you look lovely. Are you excited?”
“Oh!” Florence turns, dress swaying with the motion, as she finally notices Emma standing behind her. A fair blush rises on her freckled cheeks, and a carefree giggle leaves her cherry-red lips. “You look wonderful, Emma! James will not be able to tear his eyes away, I reckon. As for your question, I’m… incredibly nervous. I will be honest with you.”
“Nervous? Florence, this could be an incredible night. It will work out.” says Emma, purposefully not touching on the first half of Florence’s sentence. She didn’t want to think about James at the moment, or she would get distracted.
“I can’t help my nerves, because… what if this is all for nothing? What if he isn’t nearly as kind as he seems, and I am trapped once more? Emma, I do not know if I could bear it.”
“Ever the pessimist,” Emma sighs, a smile growing on her tanned cheeks. She grasps the other woman’s arm, thumb rubbing circles into covered skin, bringing Florence much-needed comfort. As soon as she lets the arm fall, Florence begins to pace around the room. Emma sighs and moves closer in an attempt to still the woman’s frayed nerves. “Luckily for us, I am quite the optimist. Florence, he cares for you, and that is plain to see. You proposed that he wouldn't be quite what you imagined, but what if he’s more? In addition, if he is treating you unkindly at any point, you have the right to leave.”
“I… suppose you are right, Emma.”
“As always,” Emma scoffs jokingly, as she saunters closer. Her hand brushes a tendril of hair, which had fallen in Florence’s face in the midst of her panic, back into the sleek bun of golden brown. “Now, as much as I hate to subject you to this, Allen is waiting in the main hall. He needs you for the grand entrance, after all.”
“Oh, goody.”
“Ah, some sarcasm to start off the night.”
The women chuckle softly as they make last-minute adjustments in the clear surface of the mirror. Satisfied, they lock eyes, and arm in arm, they walk out the door and down the winding staircase to the main floor. Allen is leaning against a carved column, and, detecting the disruption, he scoffs and pushes to stand straight.
“Finally. I thought you would never be finished. Come, Florence,” Allen, seemingly for the first time, notices his wife’s companion, and the sneer that was almost permanently etched onto his face appears yet again. “Always a pleasure, Ms. Weston.”
“Likewise, Mr, Bennett.”
A tense silence permeates the room, until Allen clears his throat rather impolitely, and whisks Florence away with a final smrk drowning derision, and they’re gone. In the stillness of the room, Emma whispers, “Good luck, Florence.”
The woman reckons that she’ll need it.
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As Florence steps into the ballroom, her mouth falls open, a gasp tumbling past her lips. Flowers of every shape and tint decorate the gold-gilded walls, and lanterns pour faint yellow light across the room. The magnificent chandelier, crystals twinkling like stars, casts faint shadows across the faces of the guests, who promenade across the dance floor, mingling and laughing. Sets of double doors lead out onto a beautiful, moonlit balcony, the glow of bright starlight filtering in through the windows.
Stopping at the entrance, arm in arm with Allen and Emma at her side, she marvels as she takes in the sights. The ballroom, of course, was always as elegant and luxurious without the celebrations taking place, yet it seemed that Allen had wanted to go the extra mile. For what he lacked in kindness, Florence thinks, he makes up for in his apparent prowess regarding interior design. A quiet laugh flutters involuntarily past her lips, and Allen looks down at her, confusion drawing his dark eyebrows together.
“Florence, dear, what is it now?”
Caught, she shakes her head, a pliant smile gracing her features. Apparently satisfied, Allen looks back to the crowd that had gathered to celebrate him, propelling her forward with a hand that sits dangerously low on her lower back. Disgust souring her expression for a split second, she recovers, and plasters on that ever-present smile that feels like a lie.
“Welcome all. I am truly grateful that we could all gather, to celebrate…” Allen’s words seem to simply evaporate before they could reach Florence’s ear, as the woman’s gaze roams around the ballroom, searching for a head of perfect golden curls. Unable to spot the man she’s been writing to for the better part of a month, she sighs quietly, holding onto the sliver of hope that he had really come. Wrenched out of her thoughts by the hand at her back slipping perilously lower, she registers how Allen coaxes her to move, and she steps forward, staring at the scowl full of irritation on his lips. Locking eyes with Emma, who had moved further into the crowd, she is greeted by a comforting smile, and Florence nods her head in gratitude.
Allen, his hold firm, almost bruising on her arm, leads her around the room. She greets guests, many immersed in the same secret lifestyle as Allen, and Florence knows that she will forget their names completely come morning. Their smiles always seem to be too wide, and their eyes hold an intense look that Florence has spent years trying to decipher. She’s used to her role by now, pasting on a beaming grin that almost hurts the longer she holds it, and curtsying at every man they greet. Oftentimes they are ‘dear’ friends of Allen’s, no doubt just as sycophantic as her husband.
An hour or so passes, though it feels like an eternity to Florence, as Allen pulls her off to an unoccupied corner of the room. His hand slithers to land at her shoulder in what was possibly meant to be a loving gesture, though it sends chills down her back. Tilting her head up with a thick finger, Allen leans closer to her, his hot breath fanning across her face.
“I must go speak to a very important friend of mine. Roam around the ball, if you wish, but Florence, dear?”
“Y-yes, dear?”
“One wrong move, and this night could be ruined. Do try and be careful. I do hope you haven’t forgotten our previous conversation.”
With the thinly veiled threat hanging heavy in the air, he is gone, navy waistcoat fluttering behind him. Florence, shoulders falling from their tensed position around her ears, gazes out at the sea of faces, amusement and glee etched onto their features as they twirl around the room. The atmosphere is suffocating, and the woman glances back at the festivities, shaking her head solemnly as she slips out of the ornate French doors. Safe under the soft, starry cover of moonlight, Florence allows herself a deep, almost world-weary sigh, as her eyes sweep across the immaculately-tended gardens that decorate the back of the manor.
She’d lost Emma around the time Allen had paraded her around like a prize, and, come to think of it, she hadn’t seen James for quite some time, as well. He and John had busied themselves with serving beverages and appetizers on shining silver trays, but it seemed as though James had slipped away. She hopes Emma and James are together, finally working out the feelings they so clearly have for each other.
The clipped sound of footsteps against the cobbled floor of the balcony brings Florence out of her thoughts, and with another heavy sigh, she addresses the intruder, face still turned upwards to gaze at the glowing crescent moon.
“I’m terribly sorry, but I’m afraid that I am simply not in the mood to—” The sentence trails off, words dying in her throat as she finally turns around. Familiar golden curls sway in the light evening breeze, and cerulean eyes send ice water pooling in her veins. The slight smirk that sits elegantly on thin lips seems to waver slightly, as though the man was nervous, though he seems to recover quickly. He takes a step closer, and Florence can smell the soft, irresistible scent of sandalwood.
“I’m… It’s… It’s you.”
“Astute observation, love. You did tell me to look for a certain silver gown, did you not?” The smirk that her actor is sporting only serves to set every nerve on fire, and Florence sputters, all semblance of confidence leaving her, already lacking as it was. Her indignant expression only serves to make the man chuckle and shake his head fondly, silken ringlets swaying with the movement. His hair is much, much longer than what was thought to be socially appropriate, yet the man does not seem to care. He looks comfortable, rather easy-going, and his relaxed smile sends her stomach aflutter.
“It seems you take instruction well. That is certainly good to know.” Florence recovers enough to reply, her smile growing as she takes in the amused look on the tanned, handsome face of the man in front of her. Somehow, he was even more attractive, almost magnetic, to her the closer she looked.
“One of my many talents, I assure you,” Robert chuckles, eyes gleaming like jewels in the dim evening light. The stars were reflected in those deep blue depths, and if Florence stepped any closer, she swore that she would drown. “That is a lovely gown you’re wearing. The colour, especially, is remarkable. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from you, inside.”
“You… noticed me?”
“You act as if that is difficult to do. If I’m honest, I was waiting for the right moment to steal you away. When you stepped out, I knew it was my only chance.”
“I-I must say,” Florence starts, chancing a look up at him through her eyelashes. She, hesitance clear on her face, steps closer to him, finally, and the beaming grin that lights up his face is the reward. “I’m glad you took that chance, then.”
The music that filtered, muffled as it was, through the doors seemed to swell and grow louder. Robert’s hand raises, ghosting his knuckles across her cheek as though he were afraid of breaking her, and he smiles, charming as ever.
“May I have this dance, love?”
Florence can only nod, as her hands slip into his, the friction caused by the warm, calloused feel of his palm somehow exhilarating to the young woman. He pulls her closer, placing his free hand on her hip. He was tall, much taller than Florence, and he gazes down at her as they sway together. Being here, in the arms of this stranger that she swears she had known her entire life, she feels content.
Hopeful.
Robert, subtle control in the way he leads Florence through the dance, is graceful in his movements, and perfectly respectful. His hand never strays from its place on her hip, and with a light squeeze to the hand in his, he spins her around, perfect synchronicity in their movements.
Florence’s eyes lock on something behind the man, then, and her lips turn up in a subtle smile. From her place on the balcony, Florence could see the staircase in the grand hall, just out of view of the ballroom. Through the window, hidden behind a carefully-carved pillar, she spots Emma and James, locked in a dance of their own. Emma’s hand, resting on James’ shoulder, rises to trail across the man’s cheek. Traces of the bruising that had marred the man’s face still remain, and Emma’s face contorts in a look of sadness at the sight. James shakes his head, lips moving with no sound to follow, and Emma gazes earnestly back at him. Slowly lowering her head onto James’ shoulder, they continue to rock back and forth. A beautiful private moment, for sure.
“What is it, love?”
“It was nothing. You’re quite good at this, aren’t you?”
“This is but a perk of being an actor, I’m afraid,” says Robert, twirling her around once more. Moonbeams dance around them as the light fall wind whistles in harmony with the music. “You know, I must say that I was quite surprised, that a single performance of mine endeared you enough to send me a note. Was it truly that enjoyable?”
“You are a wonderful actor, but that smart mouth of yours might get you into trouble.” Florence replies, a giggle marking the end of her sentence. Her eyes light up in bliss as blue meets muddy hazel, and they are alone, everyone inside fading into the background; simply an array of colours in a painting.
“My smart mouth? You are not exactly innocent in that respect. Speaking of… your letters. They were incredibly poetic. I enjoyed each one, I will admit.”
“A childhood dream of mine, if you can believe it, was to be a poet, or perhaps an author.”
“I would read every volume.”
The blush that blooms on Florence’s freckled cheeks makes Robert smile, and the laugh that tumbles from his lips makes Florence wish she could simply stop time, and live in that moment forever.
“You know what they say, love.” The confusion clear on the woman’s face brings a satisfied smile to Robert’s face, which Florence frowns at. She had never enjoyed not knowing, and the man had taken full advantage of that.
“And what, pray tell, do they say?”
“The shortest poem is a name. May I have yours?”
“I-I don’t simply give my name out to strangers. Perhaps if I knew your name, however…” The smirk that plays across Florence’s rosy lips makes Robert laugh, and unconsciously, he pulls the woman even closer. The music continues, ebbing and flowing, and the couple continue their dance, both physically and verbally.
“Hm, you are very cunning.”
“One of my many talents, I assure you.”
“And witty, too. It’s quite refreshing,” Robert squeezes the woman’s hip lightly, playfully, and she smiles up at him innocently. As beautiful as she was, which, in Robert’s opinion, could not be overstated, the actor detected a hint of sadness that hung around the woman like a shroud. He could see the way her smile never lasted for as long as he’d like, and how her eyes seemed to dim, a faraway look replacing the gleeful expression he had put there. Despite this, she seemed to have an inner strength that often remained under lock and key. She had shown a glimpse tonight, and he longed for another. Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts clouding his mind, Robert continues, smiling easily. “My name, love, is Robert. Robert Plant.”
“Robert…” Florence repeats, almost testing the name out on her tongue. “It suits you.”
“Now that we are no longer strangers, may I put a name to that beautiful face?”
“O-okay, I suppose it’s only fair. My name is Florence… Bennett.” The moment of hesitation was long enough that confusion paints Robert’s features, until recognition, and not long after, shock, wipes it away.
“Bennett, as in…”
“Yes.”
The couple had stilled, now, though Robert’s hand still warmed the skin of her hip through the gown. Florence, gaze firmly on the ground, refuses to look at Robert, whose mouth opens and closes, stunned.
“Robert, I-I’m sure this has changed everything, and… maybe it is better if we leave this here. I—”
“Florence, it’s—”
“I should go.” As soon as the words leave Florence’s mouth, she disentangles herself from Robert, and moves to re-enter the ballroom. Almost to the door, she feels a warm hand settle on her wrist. It’s soft; the hold. She could easily slip out of it, if she had wanted to. But she hadn’t.
“What—Where are you going?” Florence is still facing away from him, but she didn’t pull away, and Robert counts this as a good sign. He takes a step closer, the hold on Florence’s hand never wavering, and she winces when she hears the tap of his pointed shoes drawing closer.
“This is not fair to you… I hurt everything I touch, it seems, and… I don’t want you to be caught in the crossfire, Robert. Please understand.”
“I don’t care.”
“Robert, I’m serious.”
“And you believe I’m not?”
“I will break your heart. Don’t do this to yourself… I’m not worth it. Please.”
Robert scoffs, then, and Florence doesn't have to look at him to see the determined line of his lips. She doesn't have to look at him to see how he is shaking his head almost bitterly. His thumb traces over the fine bones of her wrist like a feather, and as much as she wished with all her heart that it hadn’t, it brought her comfort.
“Break my heart, then. It would be worth the pain, being close to you. You, Florence, are worth everything. Anyone that says otherwise is delusional.”
At this, Florence turns around abruptly, and the storm swirling in her dark eyes is clear to see. A droplet of salty water trickles down her red cheeks, flushed with conviction, and she struts closer to Robert.
“You don’t know what Allen Bennett is like, and you do not deserve to. I will beg, if I must. Please, don’t do this.”
“Love, you will not sway me on this. I feel a genuine, special connection to you, and this month of writing to you has been… truly perfect. I am not giving up on you… on us, because I could get hurt.”
Florence knows that if he insists once more, she could not stop him. She wants Robert, and everything that comes with him; of course she does. She would be irrational not to. But she knows how Allen is. How possessive he is, even as he revels in the arms of another. Robert is an amalgamation of everything that is good in the world, it seems to her then, with a heart of gold to drive the point further. She could not forgive herself if anything changed that.
“Robert…”
The man in question slips into her space, a long finger lifting her chin to face him. A traitorous tear trickles down her cheeks, and Robert wipes it away with a thumb, looking into Florence’s eyes all the while. Enraptured with each other, they press closer, and Florence can feel Robert’s breath fan over her face. His hand caresses her cheek lightly, and her eyes flit down to his lips. Their noses touch, and then, as if divine intervention, the door opens. John steps onto the balcony, smirking into his hand as he watches the couple spring apart.
“Terribly sorry to interrupt. Florence, your… husband is looking for you.”
“T-thank you, John. I will be right in.”
John nods, and disappears back into the ballroom, with a private smile directed at the woman. Looking back at Robert, Florence takes in the hint of a flush on his own face, and knows that she must look the same. Tentatively taking his hand in hers, she interlocks their fingers in a loose hold, in case they are forced apart once again. That is as close as she’s willing to get in such a public area, now that she knows Allen is on the prowl, but Robert smiles at her all the same.
“When can I see you again, Florence?”
“Allen is… I believe he is out often, this coming week. I will write to you.”
Robert nods, and squeezes the hand resting in his, a smile playing about his lips. He pulls away, then, and moves to the door, when a hand curls around his once more.
“Robert?”
“Yes, love?”
“Be careful.”
With that, she slips around him, opening the door and stepping through. The scent of her perfume, something light and floral, dances around him as she passes.
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Children of the Future:
Chapter 15: Herz
Hi guys! Here’s chapter 15 I hope you all enjoy I’m sorry its taken so long to post, but hopefully chapter 16 will arrive much sooner! Also a long awaited character shows up along with a surprise one hehe!
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Word Count: 3,355
Warnings: None
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Asta and Noelle followed behind Brielle as she led them through the Northern Woods. Noelle glanced over at Asta, he seemed to be taking the news they had children together in the future pretty well. She had figured he would have screamed and freaked out like normal, but instead he was confused for a moment and then accepted it. She accidentally let out a soft laugh which caused Asta to turn and look at her.
“ What’s so funny?” He asked with a frown, Noelle’s face turned a slight shade of pink before she made a ‘hmph’ noise and turned away.
“ N-Nothing, don’t worry about it!” She told him, she may’ve finally admitted her feelings for him to herself but that didn’t mean she was about to admit them to him. She had been trying to get better about telling him things and being nicer to him, but some habits were hard to break.
“ Ok…” Asta replied in slight confusion, Noelle could be so weird sometimes. Asta turned his attention back to Brielle who stopped and began to look around.
“ What’s wrong Brielle?” He asked as he and Noelle came to stand next to her, the young girl looked around the area with a frown.
“ Ah man I can’t remember where I woke up!” Brielle suddenly shouted loudly, causing a few birds to fly out of their nests at the noise. Noelle groaned a bit, ‘Great. She’s just as loud as Asta.’ Asta walked up to Brielle and patted her on the head.
“ It’s ok! I’m sure it’ll come back to you, I’m not very good with directions either!” He told her with a sheepish laugh, the young girl looked up at him and smiled cheerfully.
“ That actually makes me feel a lot better,” she laughed. “ thanks for cheering me up da-, I mean Asta.” The girl mumbled sadly, she had to get used to calling him by his name.
Asta and Noelle shared a look for a moment, it had to be hard on her, she was only 12 at the oldest and was already going through so much. She had been sent back to the past, she had lost her sisters, and now she was with the people who would be her parents someday. It was quite amazing that the girl hadn’t been overwhelmed by it all yet.
“ Oh! I think it was this way!” Brielle suddenly shouted before running in the direction she pointed to. Noelle and Asta quickly followed behind her.
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“ Y’know, this would have been a lot easier if Captain Yami had come with us.” Noelle grumbled as they continued following Brielle.
Captain Yami had decided that he was going home after he took them to get Brielle, he told them that he trusted them to get her sisters and come back in one piece. He gave them a communication device just in case they needed him, but he doubted they would.
“ Yeah, but I think the Captain’s tired because of all the kids showing up and he kind of deserves a bit of a break from it all don’t you think?” Asta asked with a nervous laugh, Noelle made another ‘hmph’ noise before tossing one of her pigtails over shoulder.
“ I suppose he does deserve some kind of break.” Noelle agreed when suddenly, Brielle let out an excited shout and took off running, Noelle and Asta quickly followed behind her.
“ This is it! This is where I woke up!” Brielle said excitedly as she turned to face her ‘parents’. Asta and Noelle looked around the area with wide eyes and their mouths slightly in surprise.
It was an empty space with small tree’s standing in a circle, just like what Gauche and the Captain had described. Were these portals of some kind? Asta and Noelle looked at each other. This was very odd, especially considering Aloys, Gauche and Grey’s ‘son’, had woken up in the Eastern Woods while Brielle had woken up in the Northern Woods. Did that mean there was a circle of tree’s like this in the Southern and Western woods as well?
“ I’m going to call the Captain and tell him about this.” Noelle said as she pulled out the communication device to call their Captain when suddenly, two loud high pitched screams could be heard from deeper in the woods.
“ What was that?” Asta asked with a frown before Brielle gasped.
“ Mizuki! Kaiyo!” She then took off running in the direction of the shouts, Asta quickly following behind her as did Noelle. She would have to call the Captain later.
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Noelle, Brielle, and Asta stood in shock at what was before them.
There in the center of a clearing, stood a sphere being held up by 6 legs, 2 of those said legs were swinging wildly about, trying to defend what was inside the sphere. Noelle frowned, not only did the ‘monster’ look familiar, the magic it was made of felt familiar.
She watched as tree’s were being knocked down left and right, the ground was being ripped up as the ‘monster’ walked around. Asta looked and saw a young girl trying to get the ‘monster's’ attention and he quickly ran towards her. He pulled out one of his Anti-Magic swords and quickly blocked the attacks the ‘monster’ had aimed at the girl.
Asta grabbed the girl around the waist and carried her behind a tree as Noelle used her water magic to try and distract it. As Noelle’s spells hit their target she noticed they seemed to bounce straight off and a ‘tinging’ sound was made, she frowned a bit, but the more she actually looked at the magic, the more she began to recognize it.
This was Mercury Magic, just like her mother and eldest brother’s magic.
“ Hey, are you alright?” Asta asked and he looked at the girl in front of him; she had short silver hair, green eyes, and was wearing a calf length light purple/pink dress and gold sandals. The girl looked around the tree and watched as the ‘monster’ continued to throw spells at Noelle and Brielle.
“ I’m fine, I didn’t need you to rescue me, I could have saved myself!” The girl snapped before turning to face him, when she did her eyes widened in recognition and she tilted her head.
“ Dad?” She asked tentatively, Asta smiled brightly but it was a bit sheepish as he couldn’t really get used to them calling him ‘dad’.
“ Not quite, I’m Asta. Your dad’s past self.” He told her with a sheepish laugh, suddenly the girl's eyes narrowed at him.
“ That explains why you look so young.” She muttered as she looked Asta up and down, he looked at her in surprise.
“ Hey what’s that supposed to mean?” He shouted indignantly, his voice laced with irritation and slight disbelief.
“ That you’re old.” The girl stated matter of factly, there was no denying she was Noelle’s daughter, she acted a lot like her.
“ Hey that’s just mean-!” Asta started shouting before he was suddenly cut off as the young girl wrapped her arms around him in a hug, he sat there in surprise for a bit before his arms instinctively wrapped around her.
“ Please,” the girl begged softly. “ Please help Kaiyo, she isn’t doing this on purpose, she just can’t control her magic. Please da-I mean Asta, please help my sister!” The girl cried as she gripped Asta’s Black Bulls robes tightly in her fists, she looked up at him with pleading eyes. Asta nodded and he smiled softly at her before patting her gently on the head, as he opened his mouth to respond he noticed something move out of the corner of his eye.
“ Kaiyo stop!” Brielle shouted as she came to stand in front of her what they now realized was her sister’s out of control magic.
It seemed like everything, including time itself, froze in place. Noelle and Asta stood there watching as Brielle stood her ground, her arms stretched out as though she were trying to block her sister’s path. The two Magic Knights looked at each other, neither one really wanted to attack the spell, especially since they couldn’t see where Kaiyo was inside the sphere.
Suddenly, one of the spell’s ‘legs’ reached out and grabbed Brielle around the waist, lifted her off the ground, and threw her into a nearby tree. All within five seconds. Asta, Noelle, and Mizuki all stared in shock at what just happened. Brielle sat against the tree, her head laying on her chest. Whether she was conscious or not they didn’t know. Asta gripped the handle of his sword tightly in his hand before running towards the spell.
“ Why did you attack her?! She’s your sister!” Asta shouted in anger as he slashed and cut off one of the legs.
“ she isn’t doing this on purpose, she just can’t control her magic.” The young girl, who Asta assumed to be Mizuki, words suddenly popped into his head and it made him hesitate. So Kaiyo, the girl trapped inside the sphere, was like Noelle and couldn’t control her magic? If so, then why didn’t she have a magic item that helped her like Noelle did?
As Asta got lost in thought the spell decided to take full advantage and attempted to swing at him before it stopped just short, Asta quickly moved out of the way and frowned. Why did it stop? Was Kaiyo taking control back?
That's when he felt it.
He turned to look where Brielle had been sitting and his eyes widened. This presence felt dark and ominous but also familiar in a way. He watched as a faint red and black glow began to ooze off the young ash-blonde girl. He looked over at Noelle and he could see the fear and confusion on her face, she began to back away from Brielle. The young girl suddenly lifted her head, her eyes looked cold and distant.
“ Herz.” As soon as the words left her mouth a figure began to appear at her side. It started out as almost a smokey figure before it began to take shape.
“ About damn time kid, I’ve been waiting.” The figure spoke before it finally came into full view.
It was a young woman. Her skin was pale grey, her hair dark black and pulled into a loose ponytail, her eyes were a bright red as the pupils were cut into slits making them appear catlike. She had small horns on either side of her head and had a long thin tail. The smile on her face appeared cold and very menacing. Asta and Noelle stared at her.
It was a Devil.
The spell suddenly launched numerous attacks towards the Devil, who only stood there and watched as they approached her. She suddenly held out her hand and all the spells collided against it, but she didn’t look hurt or phased at all.
“ Counter Magic: 15%.” The woman said and instantly the spells she had ‘absorbed’ were sent back towards Kaiyo’s spell and instead of hitting the sphere, it took out all 6 legs in an instant. Asta and Noelle just stared in shock, what the hell was going on? The sphere Kaiyo was in suddenly landed on the ground with a loud thud.
“ You might want to hurry and slice it open before it grows new legs.” The devil told Asta as she looked over at him, Asta nodded and quickly rushed towards the sphere. He had no idea where she was, but he figured cutting the top off would be the safest bet.
As Asta sliced the top part of the sphere, the rest of it seemed to melt. Noelle walked towards Asta and in the center of what used to be a sphere made of Mercury, sat an ashen-blonde haired girl who had her hair tied up in a small ponytail and was wearing a pair of dark blue pants and a white shirt. The girl opened her eyes and looked at both Asta and Noelle.
“ Mom? Dad?” She asked softly, the two Magic Knights looked at each other for a moment. They would have to explain for the third time that they weren’t exactly their parents.
“ Kaiyo! Are you ok?” Mizuki shouted as she ran towards the young girl, Kaiyo turned towards the sound as tears welled up in her eyes.
“ I’m fine Mizuki. How’s Brielle? Is she ok? Did I hurt her?” Kaiyo asked quickly as she looked around for her sister. Asta and Noelle turned to look as well, and saw the Devil holding Brielle by her shirt collar a few inches off the ground.
“ Brielle!” They all shouted in unison before the Devil dropped her onto the ground next to her sisters.
“ Can’t you be just a little more careful?” Brielle whined as she sat up on her knees and began to rub the back of her head, a small bump had begun to form from where she hit it against the tree. The Devil rolled her eyes.
“ Nope. Now, tell me, what the hell happened here?” The devil glared down at the young girls, who quickly moved to sit on their knees just like the Black Bulls did when Captain Yami was scolding them.
“ W-Well,” Kaiyo started sheepishly, the tears that had formed in her eyes earlier now beginning to fall. “ I was going to try and make a bird or some other type of creature to fly us to the Capitol so we could find Brielle, but I lost control of it. I’m so sorry!” The young girl cried as she buried her face in her hands. The devil sighed before turning her attention to Brielle and Mizuki.
“ And you two, what were you two idiots thinking?! You both could have gotten seriously injured or worse killed!” The devil scolded them, Brielle suddenly raised her hand.
“ Um I was injured?” She pointed out.
“ Exactly, and you should be thankful I was able to slow down your speed otherwise you would have been knocked into quite a few trees and you would have injuries far worse than just a bump on the head!” She shouted at the girl, Brielle and Mizuki looked down at the ground in shame.
“ We’re sorry.”
“ Yeah you should be, not only because you three idiots woke me up from my nap, but now I get to explain to your parents and Uncle just what happened here today and I can assure you, they won’t be very happy!”
“ Um, actually our parents are over there.” Brielle said, suddenly pointing towards Noelle and Asta, the Devil turned to look at them and frowned. She leaned in a bit closer as though she were wanting a better look.
“ No way. There’s no way you’re-.” The devil suddenly looked down at the sword in Asta’s hand and began to study it. For some reason she was acting as though she didn’t believe that it was the girls ‘parents’.
“ You’re both way too young to be Asta and Noelle Silva, they’re both super old!” The devil exclaimed in shock. Asta began to shout about how this was the second time today he had been called ‘old’ today and he didn’t like it one bit! Noelle sighed before hitting Asta on the head.
“ Well that’s who we are, except I’m the only Silva. Asta’s just…Asta. Anyway, who are you supposed to be? The girl’s nanny or something?” Noelle asked as she crossed her arms, the Devil glared slightly before that cold smirk appeared on her face again.
“ Hmph, I’m not the girls ‘nanny’ or whatever. You can call me Herz, and I’m Brielle’s devil, which you would both know if you were her parents.” Herz said as she crossed her arms as well, Brielle suddenly made another ‘umming’ noise. “ What is it now Brielle?”
“ Um, well, it’s a lot to explain.” The girl said sheepishly before she began to explain to Herz the entire situation.
“ While she’s doing that, I’m going to inform the Captain that we found the girls along with a guest and that we’re headed back to explain more.” Noelle whispered, Asta nodded and kept his eyes on the girls as Noelle walked away.
He wasn’t sure if he trusted Herz or not, sure she might be Brielle’s devil, but that didn’t mean she had good intentions. For all he knew she could be like the Devil’s that had possessed the Dark Triad, but for now he would wait and see what kind of Devil she turned out to be.
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Julius stared intently at the wall across from him. He was doing his reports like Marx had asked him too when his mind began to wander, there was this weird feeling he had been getting right before a child would show up and he was beginning to feel it again. He sighed softly, he thought Brielle Silva was going to be the last one. But it appeared he was wrong.
“ Lord Julius, you’ve spaced out again.” Marx said as he came back into the room with more papers. Julius blinked and turned his attention towards the blue haired man and he softly smiled.
“ Ah sorry about that, I was just thinking about the children.” Julius admitted with a nervous laugh, Marx frowned a bit.
“ Oh? What about them?”
“ I’m just, hm, I’m just trying to figure out why these kids are appearing. There have been one or two a day for the past week, and they all seem to be coming from the same time period. So, what on earth could be so terrifying in the future that it's driving their parents to send them back to the past?” He muttered the last part more to himself. Marx put a thoughtful hand under his chin.
“ Maybe war? Or famine? Or the kids could have been playing with some magic item and got transported here by mistake?” Marx asked thoughtfully. When Julius went to open his mouth Marx cut him off. “ Maybe they decided to blame it on their parents because they were scared of getting into trouble?”
Julius frowned thoughtfully for a moment, Marx made some compelling points. War made the most sense though out of all the options, but even if it was war, who would they be fighting that was so terrible that they had to send their children back to the past in order to protect them?
“ Sir,” a magic knight shouted as he ran into Julius’s office. Julius stood abruptly and looked at the man.
“ What is it?”
“ We have an intruder inside the castle! Apparently they’re a spatial mage which explains how he got in, luckily we were able to apprehend him without difficulty. He…He’s a bit of a coward.” The magic knight muttered as suddenly shouting could be heard behind him.
“ Please let me go! It was an accident I hadn’t meant to just pop in here! I can assure you this will never happen again! Please please let me go! I’m too pretty to be tortured and I’m too young to die!” The young man shouted as he was dragged into Julius’s office. Julius and Marx blinked.
The young man had shoulder length pink hair that was partially tied into a ponytail. His suit was a mixture of burgundy and black, his eyes were a light purple color as well, but what really stood out was the robe he was wearing. A Black Bulls robe to be exact.
“ Oh great, another child. I’ll go call Captain Yami again.” Marx said with a defeated sigh, he could already hear the Black Bulls Captain yelling at him already. But Julius held up a hand.
“ Actually, why don’t you just call his parents directly? Yami deserves a break don’t you think?” Julius suggested kindly, Marx frowned but nodded with slight relief washing over his face. He walked away to go call the Black Bulls hideout and Julius turned back to look at the pink haired man.
There was something different about this child, the weird feeling Julius had a moment ago had disappeared the minute he saw him. What was so different about this child?
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Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!
#children of the future#cotf#black clover fanfiction#black clover oc fanfiction#oc; ezio#oc; brielle#oc; herz#oc; mizuki#oc; kaiyo#black clover asta#noelle silva#julius novachrono
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Interdimensional Moms: intro
[The complete Interdimensional dads here!]
Team RWBY finds themselves sitting at a table. All of them are middle age but vary in appearances that aren’t strange to an average stranger by any means, but different from what they are used to seeing from one another. For starters was Weiss. Her three friends had never known her to have shoulder length hair, or a horizontal scar underneath the one they’ve always noticed. Something about her eyes seemed...different. Brighter. As if they were infinitely dancing. Weiss’s eyes, they hid no emotions. The only thing more surprising was the fact she was wearing faded jeans and a white shirt with her symbol in black on it. Nobody said anything, but Weiss in jeans was somehow equally as gorgeous. Yang was slightly salty about it.
Blake’s eyes weren’t like Weiss’s, but they weren’t the usual stern but hopeful ones they all loved dearly. Blake looked relaxed. Like, wake up Saturday morning to watch tv and get cereal, kind of relaxed. The top of her long hair pulled into a bun while the back flowed freely. Despite her eyes, her clothes was ready for action. In fact, it looked like her dad’s clothes, with the way the royal purple coat flowed to white, puffy ends. And obviously, a shirt. Weiss could notice the subtle grays in the raven black hair and the women’s hands and face were healthy, but noticeably slimmer. A clear sign that she either had gotten sick, or her job had gotten to her once or twice. Maybe that’s why she looked relaxed? A similar chain of events happened with Winter.
Yang didn’t look too different. Except for Blake, who was awe struck. Yang to her was different, but also very much how she used to look back when they all journeyed together. Slight lines were under the bruisers eyes that resembled Raven’s. Her favorite coat that went with her bike was a little worn and Yang had noticeably gotten even buffer. Her muscles and beauty radiating with such vitality. Yang always burned bright like an inferno, but this was different. She smiled awkwardly at her team as they looked at her. A sublet chuckle escaped her and confirmed Blake’s feeling. This Yang was different, and felt like the sun itself.
Yang looked towards Ruby and was left speechless. All of them were. Out of the four, it was Ruby that had changed the most. To Yang, it was like seeing Summer. There was just this overwhelming presence that cake from her sister. They all noticed the long hair that went down her right shoulder and stunning black and red corset. The skirt dropped right past her knees. Her legs dawned black pantyhose with roses along them and Weiss couldn’t look away from the ruby red heels. The signature cloak was still with her of course. Silver eyes shined bright and a raised brow arched as she too was confused by the familiar, yet different faces. Still, Yang and the others were still soaking in her appearance. No scars, ruffled her, tired eyes, or even an overly goofy expression. Ruby Rose, looked like a fairytale come to life. Not only that. Between her youthful yet clearly mature appearance, the others felt something greater. The dream they were told by heart countless times by their leader. The romanticized vision of being a huntress, a hero, this Ruby had grabbed that dream truly with both hands. They just knew it.
Ruby:Ummm hello?
WBY:Hey....
Ruby:So uh, umm, what? What is happening here? I’m not the only person thinking something is off, right?
Blake:You’re not. But the question is....
Yang:What the hell is “off” to begin with?
Weiss:I think that’s us? Also, where exactly are we?
The void.
Yang:Who said that!?
No one important me. Consider me a operator. I could say a god, but that’s way too much considering I’ll do anything.
Weiss:Sounds like a god to me. Okay, give us the long and short of it. We’ll figure it out.
RBY: (We will?)
What you’re wittinessing is a meeting of team RWBY, but flipped on its side. Different universes, different outcomes, similar people, different endgames. Including kids. Discuss and have fun. That’s all. Think of it as a reunion that was never meant to be. Catch up, learn.
Weiss:Well then, can’t say I’m not interested. It’s not the craziest thing in the world.
Blake:It isn’t!? Why is this happening?
.......
Yang:I think he left.
Ruby:Well that’s about as long and short as you can get I suppose. Still...what!? Different universes?
Weiss:Considering the way you’re dressed, I believe it.
Ruby:What does that mean!?
Yang:Yeah she’s right. Look at you, all womanly. Last time I checked, my sister beautiful, but not rivaling me in the hips department. Which brings me back to what I just heard. Kids?
Ruby:Yeah?
Yang:Weiss, Blake, you too?
BW:Yeah?
Yang:Definitely different universes. Last time I checked, the only mama bear on team RWBY is me.
Blake:Last time I checked, you were single and alone.
Yang:WHAT!? Why would I be single!?
RW:....You mean you don’t kids together?
BY:Why would we have kids together?
RWBY:......
Ruby:Wow, I didn’t even think a sentence like that could exist. Guess alternate worlds do exist.
Weiss:And apparently infinite if you two aren’t shacking up.
Yang:Since when does Weiss Schnee day “shacking up?” Since when do you wear pants!?
Weiss:They’re cheaper to maintain. Why wouldn’t- oh my goodness. How do you usually see me!? What am I doing?
RB:You run your company.
Yang:The best Atlas huntress to ever exist.
Weiss:...So I was never broke?
RBY:YOU WERE WHAT!?
Blake:Okay, let’s take a step back. Clearly the differences really do vary. That’s all well and good but before all of that I wanna know why us for specifically? That doesn’t seem at random, does it?
Yang:Four out of infinity? I mean I’d just close my eyes and pick.
Ruby:Now that, that’s on brand for you. Hehe, I guess some things never change?
Blake:Yeah but it has to be more than just personality, right.
Weiss:Hey, we’re all wearing wedding rings.
They looked at each other’s hands. Each girl had a jewel that matched their color over a beautiful golden band that had different, yet similar engravings on it. Too similar. There’s no way the same store just happen to do it in every universe. However, was it crazy to think the shopkeeper was given similar instructions on the rings if it was the same person who asked for jewelry? Like Ruby said, somethings never change, and an idea like ring designs as endearingly cheesy as this brought only one face to mind.
RWBY:....
Blake:On three. One....two....
RWBY:I married Jaune A-.......
Yang:Well, clearly we all have amazing taste in men. *smiles*
RB:That’s insane!
Yang:Why? That’s not too crazy.
RB:You liking men is
Weiss:Why? She’s bi.
Yang:Actually....yeah, I guess so. Given my history- how do you know that!?
Weiss:Because I know you, dunce! You’re an openly sexual person that never misses an opportunity to anybody’s head spin, before teasingly going over to Blake and kissing her. Just so people know you’re off the market.
Yang...
Yang:That’s pretty fucking great.
Ruby:And still on brand.
Blake:.....
Yang:Well then. I guess we have a lot to talk about. Sheesh, Jaune Arc. Gotta admit, it’s crazy knowing he’s gotten so much attention. How scandalous.
Weiss:You make it sound like cheating?
Blake:I do feel that a little.
Ruby:Yeah, not a fan. But...losing to you three is understandable. Bittersweet, but I get it.
Yang:You didn’t lose though! You, the one right here, is married to him!
Ruby:All I’m saying is if it was up to me, our love would transcend space and time.
WBY:(Dummy, in a way, it does.) Ruby, you’re really greedy, you know that right?
Ruby:Huh!? Hey, what’s that all about.
Her teammate all looked at each other. They didn’t have to say anything. A single glance was enough to know they were on a similar page. Oh yes. Ruby Rose was definitely greedy, and hilariously adorable whenever she got picked on. They all laughed as this familiar Rose grew red with embarrassment and pouted. The more things change, the more they stayed the same. A reunion that was never meant to be. Yeah, it was gonna be a blast.
#rwby#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#rwby lancaster#rwby whiteknight#rwby knightshade#rwby dragonslayer#rwby au#the void
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5 Nights Of Christmas
Summary- Drew doesn’t like Christmas, and he gives you 5 nights to convince him how great it is.
Prompt- What do you mean you don’t like Christmas?!
AN- For @writtingrose
"Guess who!" I heard as two hands covered my eyes. I simply rolled my eyes, shaking my head a bit.
"Really Alexa?"
"Wait! How did you know it was me?" She asked walking around to be in front of me, her arms crossed over her body.
"Your the only girl on the brand who actually likes me." I said shrugging. I had gotten the job as a makeup and hair artist for wwe, and didn't really talk to the wrestlers all that much. All though a few had been kind, Alexa had even tried to take me out to hang out with some of the other girls as well, but it never worked out.
"I can't be the only one Y/n."
"You know your are Lexie. Besides, I don't really need to get to know anyone anyways." I said once again shrugging. "All though while your here you want me to get started on your make up?" I asked motioning to the seat for superstars when I'm working.
"I suppose," she said jumping up into the seat with the smallest bit of trouble due to her height. As I got started we talked quietly.
"Hey lassies." I heard a deep voice say from behind me. I turned a smile coming to my face when I saw one of my best friends Drew McIntyre. I actually had met drew before I came to wwe, and had only gotten closer since then.
"Hey Drew." We both said as I turned back to keep working.
"What are you two doing?" He asked leaning on the vanity, reaching down to grab a bottle of concealer.
"Just chatting while I get her ready for tv tonight." I explained.
"Are you guys going to the Christmas party this year?" Alexa asked.
"No, Christmas has never been my thing." I stoped what I was doing and turned slowly towards Drew, my eyebrows frowned.
"Did you just say you don't like Christmas?" I asked surprised as he nodded.
"Who would like a holiday about materialistic things. Plus I don't really get to go home for Christmas, especially this year." That last part was true. We had Smackdown the day after Christmas, so most people ether were celebrating with there family on a different day, of flying out for one night.
"Ya but, Christmas is like the greatest holiday ever! There are so many amazing things to do around that time of year!" I said still surprised.
"Think what you want lassie, but I'm going to be spending Christmas in my hotel room with some beer."
"We have Smackdown tonight, and then nothing until next week right?" I said making drew nod. "Well, what if I show you how great Christmas can be? If you still don't like it, I'll never mention Christmas again." I offered. Drew chuckled but nodded.
"Fine, you have 5 days to convince me Christmas is the great thing it is. And hey, if you do I'll even go to the party." He said sticking his hand out for me to shake.
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Day 1
"Where are we going?" Drew asked, a blind fold on as he sat in the passenger lap seat of my rental car.
"I told you you would see." I said as I drove.
"I hope you know that if your waking me up everyday like this I will not be liking Christmas." He mumbled.
"If we get there early no one else will be there."
"Ya, because they are all still asleep!" He said throwing his arms up making me laugh.
"Ok! No more early mornings, however, I can't promise no late nights."
"How late is late?"
"We're here!"
"Y/f/n! Answer me!" I shut the car off and quickly got out running to drew side to help him out since he still had the blindfold on. "Tada!" I said pulling it off. In front of us was a large skating rink in the middle of the small town that was outside where the show was. There were little shops all around us, and Christmas music playing.
"You woke me up early and drive for an hour just to take me skating?" He asked an eyebrow raised.
"This is an essential part of Christmas!" I said grabbing his hand to drag him over to where we could rent skates. I quickly got mine on and was out on the ice before Drew.
I pushed myself forward slowly, but gaining speed as I went. I stoped to look over at drew who was on the side with a death grip on the wall.
"Need some help?!" I called out as I skated over. He looked at me his eyes wide, as he tried to pull himself into a standing position.
"How do yo do that!"
"It's all about balance. Give me your hand." I said putting mine out. He looked suspicious but reached out and took it, keeping the other tightly on the wall. "Ok, now push yourself forward a bit using your feet." I explained. He moved slowly, with my supporting some of his weight, but soon he got the hang of it.
"See, isn't this fun?" I asked as we skated hand in hand around the rink.
"It's ok, but I'm still not convinced.
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Day 2
"Really! Shopping?" Drew asked as we walked through the mall.
"Come on! Getting gifts for everyone is a main part of Christmas. Plus you never hear Christmas music played like this any other time of the year."
"I'm pretty sure that's why it's called Christmas music love." He said chuckling causing me to slap him lightly. "Besides the shopping thing goes back to the whole materialistic part of it."
I rolled my eyes at him before turning a corner. "Fine, I really just have some things to do and I hate shopping alone." I asked. "Now come on, I need to check on a gift I'm getting for my Lexie." I said.
We ended up in a jewelry store waiting for the person working the desk to get my order. I wandered over and saw Drew looking at pocket watches. "I didn't know you liked that kinda thing."
"Oh! Um, ya. When a nice one catches my eye I do." He said smiling a bit.
"Witch one were you looking at?"
"This one right here." He said pointing to a silver one.
"It's nice." I said nodding.
"Y/n?" I turned to see the lady back and ran back over. She showed me the bracelet o had made for Lexie and paid for it.
"Ready?" Drew asked as we walked away.
"I need to get a dress for the party this week." I said pointing to a small dress store. He nodded and followed me in looking at that outfits as I grabbed a few dresses I liked.
"I'm going to try these on." I said not waiting for an answer before walking away. I tried on a few before I found on I liked. It was a teal blue, and was floor length. It was sleeveless and had a white fuzz on the collar and on the bottom.
"Hey drew! Can I get your opinion on this dress?"
"Sure. Come on out."
I walked out, holding up a bit of the dress and stoped for him to see. His mouth was open a bit as he looked the dress up and down. "H-how do you feel about it?" He asked bitting his lip a bit.
"I really like it, but I don't always have the best taste. Plus I wanted to know how someone else thought it looked." I explained.
"If you like it go for it lassie, but it looks amazing." He confirmed making me smile.
"Thanks!"
"So.... did you have fun?" I asked as we walked out of the mall, my arms full of bags, and drew even carrying a few.
"Did I enjoy being dragged around a mall for hours? Let's just say that's a point lost."
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Day 3
I stood up from where I was sitting when I heard a knock at the hotel door. "Coming!" I called. I rushed over and opened it to see Drew standing there.
"So what are we doing tonight since it's almost 9 and you asked what kind of wine I like?" He asked smirking a bit.
"Come see for yourself." I said stepping out of his way so he could come in. I shut the door and before I could even turn around I heard him again.
"Really?"
"Really what?" I asked skipping into the room all the way. He was standing looking at the Christmas tree I had gotten, along with ornaments and and a bottle of wine.
"You bought a Christmas Tree?"
"An essential part of Christmas." I said nodding as seriously as I could. "Plus I figured you wouldn't leave if you had alcohol." Is said motioning to the bottle. He chuckled shaking his head, and for a moment I thought he was going to leave, but instead asked over and picked the bottle up.
"Let's get started." I smiled smiling over and handing him to glasses before I opened one of the packs of ornaments. "One question, what do you plan to do with this tree when we leave?" Drew asked handing me one of the glasses.
"I'll take it to goodwill or something." I said shrugging. "I thought it would be fun to do."
A few hours, a couple of boxes of ornaments, and almost a full bottle of wine later the tree was decorated. "Ok, and last we need to put the star on. You'll have to, I'm to short." I explained holding the star out to him. He looked at me, not taking the star, but he did pull me to him, causing me to cry out in surprise.
"Calm down." He whispered, his accent a bit stronger now that he was intoxicated. He spun me around and put his hands on my hips gripping lightly. He then raised me off the ground so I could reach the top of the tree. I smiled as I got the star firmly on the tree looking down at Drew.
"Done!" He brought me back down, and when I turned he was a lot closer then I thought he would be.
"You know what y/n? I'll give you this, this is a point to you."
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Day 4
"Really, all we're doing is eating Christmas cookies?" Drew asked as we walked into a small bakery.
"Yes really. First off, cookies are always necessary. Secondly, Christmas cookies are the single greatest kind of cookie you can get." I stated. We walked up to the corner where you could see all the different cookies. There were gingerbread cookies of all sizes, and lots of sugar cookies with different designs.
"How can I help you today?" The lady working at the counter asked us smiling.
"Well, we need two hot chocolates and I will take a Santa sugar cookie." I then looked at drew letting him know he could order his cookie.
"Um.... just, a gingerbread cookie." He said pointing to one of the gingerbread men. She nodded and began to start the hot chocolate and grave the cookies. While she did that I reached for my wallet but drew stoped me. "Let me pay lassie. You've paid for everything else this week." He said grabbing his own wallet.
"Oh, thanks." I said smiling a bit as the women walked back over, setting the two cups down as well as a bag that had the cookies in it.
"That will be $27.46." She said to drew who handed over his card to pay. Once he had his card back I took the cookies and my cup, while he grabbed his and we left.
"Lest go to the park." I suggest, looking over at him.
"Your the boss." He said a smile on his face making me smile too. We found a bench and sat down. I set my drink on the ground and pulled out the cookies handing him his. We sat eating a for a few before he turned to me.
"Ok fine, this is amazing." He said making me laugh.
"Told you."
"Shut up.
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Day 5 Final day.
"Ready?" I asked looking over at Drew as who was putting a hat on. We both were bundled up tightly, ready for a cold night.
"I guess. What are we doin love?" I smiled a bit at the nickname. He had only started calling me that this week.
"You'll see, but you will be glade you bundled up." I confirmed. We walked to the elevator, and when we got downstairs my eyes settled on a group of people waiting outside. "That is where we are going." I said pointing.
Drew eyed me, but said nothing as we walked over. Just as we got there a large trailer pulled up. It was set up so you could sit in the back, completely open so you could see all around you.
"It's a tour of the town's Christmas lights." I said looking at Drew. "Apparently there really into Christmas lights here, so I figured it would be fun."
"Well, I hope your right love." He said as we walked up to where we get on. I pulled out the two tickets I had gotten earlier in the day and handed them over.
"You too have a marry Christmas." The person said as we got on.
"Lest sit in the back" drew said pointing to the vary back right corner.
"Ok." I said both of us walking back.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we ask that you stay seated the entire time. Be considerate of other riders, and please no pictures." The person who took our tickets said into a microphone.
"Why can't we take pictures?" One women yelled out.
"Just for the privacy of the family's who live in the homes." They said.
As the drove, they person talked a bit more, but I was basically ignoring them the entire time. Me and Drew were pointing out different designs we liked. At some point I ended up on the window seat, leaning back against Drew who had his arms wrapped around me.
"Aww! Look at that one." I said pointing to one that had Santa on the roof. Drew shifted a bit, his hands moving, and they brushed against my coat pocket.
"What's that?" He asked feeling the box that was in there. I blushed slightly sitting up.
"Oh! I almost forgot about that! I got you a gift." I said pulling it out and holding it out for him.
"Y/n, you really didn't have to-"
"I know. But I wanted to." I said pushing it into his hands. He lifted the lid off and gasped a bit at what he saw.
"The pocket watch from the mall?" He asked sounding surprised.
"You were eyeing it the entire time, so I went and got it for you." I said smiling.
"Well, I guess I might as well say that I have a gift for you as well." He did a smirk on his face.
"Really? Wha-"
But I was cut off as he pulled me into a kiss. His lips were chapped from the cold, and his hand was freezing on my check, but he tasted like whiskey. He pulled away looking down at me, a slight blush on his face. "I've wanted to do that for a while."
"R-really?"
"Ya, why else would I spend a week doing activities for a Holliday I don't like?" He joked but my face fell.
"You still don't like Christmas?"
His smile dropped when he saw my disappointment. "I’ll like it if I can spend it with you.” “Deal”
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Sneaking Around | Chapter Thirteen
The morning of Lysandra’s stakeout
Aelin awoke to someone tracing circles on her thigh. She mumbled, annoyed to be awoken but aroused by Rowan’s methods.
“Four more days until our peace is over,” he whispered in Aelin’s ear.
“No,” she muttered back. “You can keep me here until work starts again, even after the damned party. They will not destroy my sex life. There will be peace, I assure you.”
Rowan chuckled. “I suppose that’s true. Aedion might not approve, though.”
Aelin sighed. “I can’t even talk about Aedion right now. Or anybody. Just touch me.”
Another laugh came out of Rowan. He leaned down and kissed her eyelids, which were still closed. Then he trailed his mouth downwards. When Rowan reached her breasts, Aelin arched into his mouth. By the time he reached the apex of her thighs, she was wide awake.
Of course, before Rowan could actually do anything, Aelin’s stomach growled. He chuckled against her skin. “I’ll make pancakes.”
“I’m not hungry.” A lie, but Aelin wanted him to go farther.
Just because the world hated her, Aelin’s stomach made another noise, louder this time. Rowan just smirked at her and got out of bed.
Aelin sighed in resignation. She climbed out of bed and grabbed one of Rowan’s shirts out of his dresser once again. This one had a big University of Wendlyn logo on it.
Upon entering the kitchen, Aelin found him with flour splattered all over the counter and Rowan himself attempting (and failing) to pour mix into a bowl without spilling it. How long had he been in here? Two minutes?
“Looks like I’m not the only one who struggles making breakfast,” Aelin commented as she took in the sight.
Needless to say, they decided to go out for breakfast. Aelin liked to visit cafes with good coffee. That was her only standard in a business, really.
Rowan was reluctant to try one, but he relented, and they walked down to the parking lot. As they exited the building, Rowan stopped her to press a quick kiss to Aelin’s lips.
She grinned. “What, can’t bear to go five minutes without a kiss?”
He grinned right back at her. “You know I struggle.”
Aelin chuckled softly. Then she leaned forwards and kissed him deeply. Her tongue slid into Rowan’s mouth and he groaned. His hands gripped her hips, then slid down to squeeze her ass.
Rowan pulled back. “And I’m not the only one who can’t keep to themself, apparently.”
“I did it for you, darling. Wouldn’t want you to go through withdraw.”
He snorted and took Aelin’s arm. They walked to Rowan’s car. He insisted on driving, declaring Aelin was the most likely person he knew to have deadly road rage. He wasn’t wrong.
“I’m excited for the Christmas party,” Aelin said as they drove. “I know it might be weird for the others comprehending our scandalous affair, but I always have so much fun at those things.”
Rowan chuckled. “We always get pretty wild at those things. Remember the roads were bad one year, and no one could drive so they all had to come?”
“Ah. That one.”
“What does that mean?” asked Rowan.
Aelin sighed. “I brought Chaol to that one and I had to spend the whole night listening to him complain about how irresponsible we are. That was the night I broke up with him and told him to go away halfway through the party just so I could enjoy the rest of it.”
A snort from Rowan. “How considerate of you, dear.” He looked over at her to see her glaring at him. “And how exactly were we being irresponsible?”
“Drinking, telling inappropriate jokes? Good lord, they’re like adults or something.”
“Ah, yes, Chaol was the stuck-up goody-two-shoes.”
“Yes,” Aelin said. “He swore off all alcohol, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but he lectured everyone else about drinking. And he actually followed the rules.”
“You don’t?”
Aelin grinned. “Hell no. What fun is life without a little rule-breaking?”
They pulled up at Aelin’s favorite cafe and got out. Rowan continued at they walked in, “I have to wonder how you got a respectable job sometimes.”
“Well I never got caught, obviously. Don’t tell me you’ve never misbehaved.” She sat at a table by the window.
Rowan sat as well. “Perhaps bent the rules. Oh, and there was the time I crashed my father’s car into a stop sign when I was sixteen.”
Aelin gasped. “What the hell did you do that for?”
“Well I obviously didn’t mean to.”
“Idiot. I stole my uncle’s car one time to go joyriding with Aedion and I didn’t crash it. He never even noticed it was gone.” Aelin smiled proudly.
Rowan laughed. “Well we can’t all be as perfect as you.” A grin from Aelin.
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The four days passed quickly enough. Before she knew it, Aelin was standing in front of the mirror at Lysandra’s apartment with Lys and Manon. The three of them had wanted to prepare together, as everybody not going to the party had already left for the holdiay and they were the only women.
Once they got ready, Aelin was going to drive over to Rowan’s and pick him up. Despite his reluctance to let her drive, Aelin told him he was being dumb and that was that. Lys and Manon were carpooling together.
Aelin was frankly quite annoyed with her cousin. She had told him to ask Lysandra to the party, but he told her Lys didn’t like him like that and he’d just ruin their freindship. After years of flirting and mooning over each other, Aelin could only sigh.
So there they were picking out dresses from Lysandra’s stash. Lys had always liked to shop, which resulted in a closet full of unworn clothing, perfect for special occasions.
“What do you think of this one?” Aelin asked, holding up a silver dress.
Lys squealed. “That would totally show off your legs, not to mention give Mystery Man a nice view of your assets.” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Manon snorted. “Just pick something for me. I couldn’t care less.”
Aelin ended up with the sparkly silver one, Lysandra with a bloodred dress with a slit in the side showing off a scandalous amount of leg, and Manon with a black dress. Manon may not like to pick out clothing, but she could certainly wear them well. Hers hugged all her curves, contradicting the modest length.
“I hate to be smug,” Lysandra said, her tone saying quite the opposite, “but we ladies look fine as hell.”
Manon just tilted her head in thought. “I need to borrow this again next time I go to a bar.”
Aelin smiled. “Time for makeup.”
-
An hour later, makeup was applied and hair was done. Aelin drove over to Rowan’s both excited and nervous to tell the other three.
Aelin found Rowan sitting at the counter wearing a suit - one that made him hot as shit. Not that he wasn’t already. She was annoyed to find how moony she had become. Rowan was a bad influence on her.
“Hello. Ready to get beat up?” Aelin greeted.
Rowan raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
“What, you don’t think Aedion’s going to be okay with his dear friend ravaging his dear cousin?”
Rowan snorted. “Gods help us. You look great, by the way.” Indeed, his eyes were roving over her body in approval and lust.
“Put the bedroom eyes away, darling. We have somewhere to be.” Aelin grabbed his arm and dragged him off the stool and towards the door to make her point.
“Gentle as ever, I see,” Rowan said dryly, holding his shoulder.
Aelin rolled her eyes and muttered, “Wimp.”
They went down to Aelin’s car and headed towards the three men’s, only one of which was actually in attendance.
They pulled up outside and started for the door. “Oh gods Ro, I shouldn’t be, but I’m terrified,” Aelin stated.
“Me too. I should have prayed.”
“Are you religious?” Aelin asked.
“Well, no, but you never can be too sure.”
Aelin scowled. “I am not a coward,” she muttered. Then she stormed up the sidewalk, leaving Rowan to try and catch up.
Aelin opened the door, not bothering to knock.
“Hey,” said Aedion as she walked in. Lys and Manon were sitting on the couch sipping beers.
Manon frowned. “Where’s the boy?”
Rowan walked in the door just then.
“Oh, hey Rowan,” Aedion said, then turned his attention back to his sister. “Um, Aelin, where is your boyfriend? He didn’t, er, dump you, did he?”
“Way to put it lightly,” Manon murmured.
Lysandra was staying oddly silent.
“Um.” Aelin couldn’t get any words out.
“Not a coward, huh?” whispered Rowan beside her.
Aelin scowled. “Shut your mouth, Whitethorn.” Then she forcefully grabbed his hand. “Surprise,” she said, deadpanned, looking at her friends.
“What.” Aedion was frowning.
Aelin frowned right back at him. “I said, ‘surprise.’ Whitethorn and I are fucking.”
Rowan cleared his throat. “Dating.”
“Right, that.”
Lysandra burst into laughter.
“Something funny, Ennar?” Aelin was definitely in a mood at this point.
Lysandra smiled sweetly, attempting to staunch her giggles. Then she pulled out her phone. And clicked something. And held it up for all to see.
“Damn it! You’re a fucking stalker! I knew you would!” Aelin exclaimed.
Lysandra grinned at her. “I told everybody else, too. Payback.”
Rowan sighed.
“Wait.” Aedion spoke. “Hold on a minute.” He looked to be short-circuiting. Then he turned his gaze to Rowan. “You’re the one who’s been defiling my little sister?”
Aelin, Manon, and Lys all burst into a fit of cackles at this.
Rowan looked nervous. “Um. I am... not defiling her. I’m...” He turned to Aelin. “Help me,” he whispered.
Aelin sighed. “Aedion, don’t kill him. Rowan, grow a pair, would you. Lysandra, stop being a stalker.” Then she yanked Rowan to the couch and pulled him down next to the ladies.
“No, we are not done with this conversation,” Aedion declared. “Give me that.” He took Lysandra’s phone out of her hands and studied the picture. “It sure looks like you’re defiling her to me.”
Aelin sighed in resignation. “Fine, I’ll admit it. He’s ravishing me. You need to make it up to me, Ro, by fighting for my honor.” Aelin liked to be dramatic.
Aedion looked inclined to agree. Rowan seemed rather alarmed. “How about no?”
“Scared, Whitethorn?” Aedion asked, cracking his knuckles.
“Fight, fight, fight,” Lysandra chanted.
Manon snorted. “Are we in kindergarten?” Then she joined in, as did Aelin.
“Alright, ladies, that’s enough,” Rowan said.
“Hey now,” Lys objected. “You can’t have a proper party without a fistfight.”
Rowan scowled. “I am not fighting anybody. Aedion, please don’t murder me.”
Aedion frowned. “I’ll have to think on that one. And why the hell is this happening, anyways? You two loathe each other.”
Aelin smiled. “You don’t need to like someone to want to date them.”
“Great to see how much you care for me,” Rowan grumbled.
“Aedion, dear, you should be happy about this,” Aelin said. “You trust Rowan not to, I don’t know, break my sensitive, little heart. Although, let’s be honest; I’m much more likely to break his.” Rowan elbowed her.
Aedion sighed heavily. “I suppose I can accept this... relationship.” He made sure to add, “Difficultly.”
Aelin smirked. “And if he hurts me, you’ll hunt him down and chop him into itty-bitty little pieces, yes?”
“Of course.”
Aelin could tell from Rowan’s frightened expression he could see that Aedion was dead-serious.
Manon spoke up for the first time since the revelation. “It’s about time, I say.”
Everyone looked at her. “What?” asked Aelin.
Manon grinned. “Oh, didn’t Whitethorn didn’t tell you?” Aelin was confused. She looked over at Rowan, who had paled.
“Um, Manon, no. Don’t do it,” Rowan pleaded.
“Yes, Manon, please do it,” Aelin demanded. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“This is what you get, pretty boy,” Manon said, “for not telling me about this. Guess what a drunken Rowan told me three years ago?”
“Who knew you could be so dramatic,” Lysandra grumbled. “Just say it.”
Manon gave a feline smile. “He said, if I recall correctly, ‘Manon, help, I’m in love with Galathynius.’”
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