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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Two
Summary: You decide to finally do something for yourself and ease your mind
Pairing: f!reader x Jeon Jungkook
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: Not too much for this chapter in particular besides mentions of domestic violence BUT yändere, manipulation, self harm, cheating, explicit language, smut, angst throughout the rest of the story
a/n: Since you guys seem to be really liking this story I worked hard to get chapter two out quickly! Let me know what you think!
p.s. Fuck me y'all I literally deleted chapter 2 but luckily I write on wattpad and I was able to restore it. I was literally about to cry
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We had another fight.
Honestly I don't even remember what it was about, something stupid like I left the door open after I came in with the groceries and forgot to lock it. Or maybe it was the fact that I actually left the house and got them instead of just ordering them to get dropped off on the doorstep.
He always tells me it's too dangerous out there or that I should just wait for him to go with me instead. If I did that though we would never have any food here and I'm not about to order takeout for every meal.
I don't understand why leaving the door open would be such an issue. We live in a relatively nice complex and our neighbors always make sure to look out for me so I don't understand why something as simple as that could set him off.
But then again it doesn't take much to set him off these days, I guess it was something I should've expected.
He hasn't been home for two days and at this point I've decided that maybe it's time I went out for the night. Nothing crazy or anything but just, out.
Putting on yet another turtleneck I make sure that the old and new marks are covered. I've taken it a step further and put some makeup on to make sure that no one will notice. Although I doubt anyone would notice me anyways since I usually fade into the background.
But tonight isn't about feeling insecure in myself. Tonight is the night where I finally do something on my own and get out of the house.
Taking out my phone I look up the address for the local pub I've decided to go to, making sure to wear comfortable boots since it's a little ways away. I'm luck that it's winter right now so bundling up is normal, making my outfit even less suspicious.
Taking a couple of deep breaths I reach for the handle, unlock the door and step outside.
'Should I really be doing this?' I question but before I'm able to second guess myself I hear our next door neighbor unlock her door as well and step outside her door.
"Oh, y/n. What a pleasant surprise! It's been a while since I've seen your pretty face" she says scanning my features, clearly having heard the fight we had had the other day and making sure that I look okay.
"Hi Mrs. Mitchell. How have you and Mr. Mitchell been?" I ask, returning her warm greeting but feeling awkward talking to someone that isn't Taehyung or my editor.
"As well as we could be I suppose. Harry just turned 73 last month so he's been complaining about how old he his and how his knees don't work the way they used to. What can you expect when you get to our age?" she says, chuckling at her husband who is a few years younger than her.
"Seems like no matter how old men get, they still whine and complain whenever they get sick or injured" she continues, clearly trying to lighten my spirits. "I guess so" I say, not daring to bad mouth Taehyung since he's probably already gotten a pretty bad reputation around here with everything we've been through over the past few years.
Sometimes I'm surprised by the fact that we haven't gotten evicted with all of the noise complaints we've gotten.
He always makes me answer each and every call from our building even though he's the one responsible for a majority of the noise but he always makes sure to stand close by to make sure I don't ask them to send help no matter how severe things have gotten.
"Where are you off to?" she asks taking note of the fact that it's getting late in the evening. "I figured I might just head over to the pub a few streets down and see if I can clear my head for a while" I say, not bothering to give more information than necessary. Not that there would be any more information to give.
"Good for you dear! It's always good to go out and get a new perspective on life. Let me know anytime if you need any help alright? Oh and I'm so excited to read your next book!" she says and with that last part catching me off guard. "You've read my books?" I question, taken aback and almost embarrassed at the fact that a woman of her age would be reading the type of genre I write, let alone my own.
"Of course dear! As soon as I found out that you were a writer I went straight to the bookstore and bought all of them! You really are very talented" she finishes, with a glimmer of admiration in her eye.
"Thank you so much, your support means the world to me, truly" I finish and she quickly shoo me off, apologizing for holding me hostage.
"Next time I see you I'll sign your copies if you'd like" I offer and the look on her face is absolutely priceless.
"I'll make sure to have them sitting by the front door with a pen in hand!" she beams and I wave one last goodbye before I make my way to my destination.
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Walking in the doors of The Blue Pearl I'm greeted by the sound of soft rock being played in the background and a low murmur of the small amount of people spread through out. This pub seems to be a little old fashioned so I guess it's not a big draw for the younger rowdier crowds. Which was exactly what I was looking for.
Just a slow night to clear my head and a strong drink to drown my sorrows. Knowing me though I'll probably stop after one or two drinks.
I decide to sit at the bar on the stool closest to the wall and wave the bartender over.
"Surprise me, something sweet but something strong" I say trying to sound as confident as I can. "You got it" she says and comes back soon with a pink drink of some sort a few moments later. "What is this?" I ask after taking a sip, already dying for another one at the fruity but subtly sweet drink.
"I like to call it The Slut Puppy" she says with a proud smile. I tilt my head when I look at her, confused as to how she came up with the name. "I'm still workshopping it to be honest but your reaction to the name definitely played true to the puppy part. I laugh realizing that I subconsciously played into her game and she laughs right along with me.
"Long night?" she asks after I've settled in, using her bartender powers to see right through my act while walking away a bit to clean up the shaker she had used to make my drink.
"Try long life" I say, rolling my eyes before taking a sip of my drink again, sighing in contentment. "That bad huh?" she laughs bitterly, knowing one way or another that what I'm dealing with is beyond fucked. "Let's just say the best part of my week so far has been this drink" I and steal a quick glance at her, embarrassed that my words are flowing so easily to a complete stranger.
"But it's Saturday night" she say with her brows pinched together. "Exactly" I say and before I can even ask she decides to grab another shaker and makes me another drink which I accept with a somber smile. "I put some extra ice in this one so don't worry it's not gonna go straight to your head" she says, looking out for me as if she were someone I had known for my whole life.
"I'm y/n by the way" I say, hoping to move from strangers to acquaintances at the very least. "Rae" she answers before tending to another patron.
"So y/n" she starts as she makes her way back over to me "what do you do?" she asks, maintaining conversation but not trying to pry when it comes to what I'm clearly upset about.
"I'm a writer" I answer and her interest is immediately peaked. "A writer? Really? What do you write about?" she asks, leaning up against the counter so she can hear me a bit better.
"To be honest my stories are pretty fucked up romance novels" I say scratching the top of my head feeling a bit awkward at the confession.
"Sounds like my type of book" she laughs. I let out a breath, thankful that I won't have to explain myself to her since this genre isn't everyone's cup of tea. "So what are some books that you've written? Maybe I've read one before" she says going back to cleaning up a few things, making sure to use her time wisely.
"Well 'Trials of the Broken' is one of them. It's my best seller at the moment. I'm actually working on writing the sequel right now" I respond, embarrassed but proud of my achievements all the same.
"I think I've heard of that one! My friends have been trying to get me to read it but I never got around to it" she says, surprised at her chances of meeting me.
"If you ever get around to it then let me know what you think" I say, now kicking myself for putting on the pressure for her to read it. "I definitely will" she says and makes her way over to the other side of the bar to serve some more patrons that just made their way inside.
Glancing over at them I notice one that is a few steps behind the crowd, making me question if he's come here alone but I go back to looking at my drink, trying my best not to stare.
My eyes somehow manage to drag themselves over toward him as he places his order and waits for Rae to make it.
He takes off his hood and I'm met with first, the sight of his sharp jaw, then his shaggy hair he ruffled as soon as the hood dropped and finally his lips, the bottom one pierced twice rested in a soft smile. I realize though that the only way I would be seeing his full on smile would be if he was looking back at me and I make somewhat panicked eye contact with him before quickly turning my head in the other direction.
'Great job y/n, drooling over the first hot guy you see. He's probably going to think I'm some sort of creep now' my thoughts thought are interrupted with the sound of what I believe to be is a drink set down on the counter a few seats away from me.
"Is it alright if I sit here?" a smooth baritone voice says, making butterflies fill my stomach.
"Um yeah sure" I say, taking a sip of my drink before glancing at him, quickly looking away again before I start to stare again.
"So how's your night going?" he asks, clearly in an effort to make small talk.
"It's going. How about yours?" I question back and see that he's no longer looking at me, instead watching as he swirls his mystery drink around in his cup. "About the same" he chuckles, clearly amused with both of our lack of effort to divulge any details.
We sit there for a second or two in silence before Rae walks over and gives me another drink. I watched her make it and I can tell she she went even easier on the alcohol this time and makes sure to question nonverbally if I'm alright to which I nod.
"What are you drinking?" he asks, smiling at the visual of the bright pink drink with two cherries placed on top. "You're gonna laugh" I say, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear, feeling a little apprehensive saying words like this to a complete stranger (a hot one at that).
"It's-" "It's called a Slut Puppy" Rae interrupts from the other side of the bar, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was clearly listening. "Um yeah, that" I chuckle, taking a big sip of it to hopefully calm my nerves.
"A slut puppy?" he asks, flashing an amused smile at me, sending my heart beat into overload. "Her name, not mine" I laugh awkwardly. Trying, but failing at sounding normal but from the looks of it he doesn't seem to mind. "Right" he says dragging out the first syllable before taking a sip of his drink.
"Do you guys know each other?" he asks, curious as to who our not so secret eavesdropper is. "Kinda. We just met. Although it almost seems like I've known her my whole life" I say smiling at her, thankful for the fact that she was able to lift my spirits so easily.
"It's nice when you meet people like that" he says and when I bring my attention back over to him I can tell that he's been looking at me for a while, making me shy all over again.
"Oh, I'm Jungkook by the way" he says holding out his hand, and I turn my stool towards him and shake it, fixing what would've been an awkward angle if I had stayed in place. He after seeing what I had done decides to turn as well, angling his body towards me and I notice now that there's only one seat between us. A respectful distance, making me feel a bit more comfortable talking to him.
"I'm y/n" I say and he gives me a soft smile, whispering my name under his breath, almost as if he were trying to keep it as a secret all for himself. "So y/n, what's your story?" he asks, withdrawing his hand at almost the same time I do and goes back to taking another sip of his drink, making sure to keep his sparkly eyes trained on me.
'Sparkly? Y/n you are a married woman. You shouldn't even be talking to this guy'.
"My story? Well to be honest there's not much to tell. I grew up and went to school in the city and now I'm a writer. There's not much else to my life if I'm being honest" I say, doing my best to maintain conversation but also not give away too much.
"That ring on your finger says otherwise" he says, nodding towards it and playing around with his straw. Not in an abrasive way but more as if to remind me of something else that I might've forgotten.
"Oh, um yeah" I say, showing him the ring up for a second to confirm his suspicions but pull my sweater down to cover it up a second later, hoping he won't ask anything else about that aspect but unfortunately luck is not on my side in that department tonight.
"Is that why you're here? Needed to get away for a while?" he asks, curious but not insinuating anything that I would expect a guy of his age would be asking me. "I guess you could say that" I say taking a deep breath deciding that if he's asking I might as well get the male perspective while I can.
"With being a writer and everything I'm pretty much cooped up in the house all day. Which for me is fine and it's been like that for a few years" I say, taking a second to try and figure out how to formulate my next words carefully, not wanting his to worry or judge the situation too much.
"I'm sensing there's a 'but' here" he chuckles and takes another sip of his drink and waves at Rae in an effort to get both of us both another drink without me noticing to avoid protest. "But" I start out, confirming his suspicions. "with my husband being used to me doing that all the time he tends to get a bit, how should I say this..." I trial off, still not sure how to phrase it.
"Controlling?" he offers, a bit more blunt than his other responses. "Worried" I counter, although his word is more accurate than mine. He nods a bit, clearly not believing my words but doesn't press in hopes that I will continue. "He's worried that something might happen to me if I go out alone. That someone might recognize me because of my books and try to do something like kidnap me" I say, fully confident in my words.
I hear Jungkook snort beside me a second later, leaving me looking over at him with my brows scrunched up. "What's so funny?" I ask, confused and almost annoyed by his reaction. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry continue" he says doing his best to calm down. "No, what about that is so funny?" I press as I can clearly see that he's still trying to hold his laughter in.
"I'm sorry y/n it's just, well isn't kidnapping a little bit of a stretch?" he says, clearing his throat and breathing through what he thought was a ridiculous excuse. "Woman and children get kidnapped everyday! Look up the statistics!" I retort, trying to convince him that there's truth to Taehyung's argument.
"Yes, I know that it happens a lot, but you can't let that keep you from going outside and living life. It's a horrible thing and I don't understand why anyone would do such a thing but you can't use it as a way to cripple yourself from ever leaving your house" he says, this time being completely serious and trying his best to convince me that I shouldn't be living like this.
"I'm out now aren't I?" I argue, and to that he nods his head but presses further. "How long has it been since you've been out like this though?" he asks and I just let my head droop a bit in response before taking a sip of my new drink.
"Well I'm proud of you for coming out tonight and doing this for yourself. And look, you're completely safe. Plus seems like you've already made two new friends tonight" he laughs motioning to himself and Rae and when I look over at her all I can see is her bright smile, happy to see me getting more comfortable.
"Who knows though, you might just be acting nice to me just so I'll let my guard down so you can kidnap me" I tease and at that he acts like he's offended, throwing his hand over his heart as if I had shot him.
"You hurt me with your words. It's a shame though, I was just in the market for a new best friend" he says, wiping away a fake tear. "Or in the market for some fresh meat" I continue laughing at his act. "Twist the knife why don't you" he says, now resorting to pouting.
"Aw, it's okay I didn't mean it" I say patting his shoulder in an effort to apologize. "You better not" he says looking at me, still pouting. "Come on, let's turn that frown upside down. Why don't I buy you a drink?" I ask as a way to make amends.
"No that's alright, I've actually gotta get going" he says, pulling out his wallet and placing some cash on the counter to more than cover his drinks. "Let me get you some change" Rae steps in, quick to help since she is otherwise unoccupied. "No it's okay, use it to cover us both and then keep the change" he says as he straightens out his jacket a bit.
"No you don't have to do that" I argue and go to take some cash out of my purse as well. "It's okay I got it. But if you want to make it up to me I'll always take your number as payment" he says with a cheeky smile.
"Just as friends of course! I would never want to seduce a married woman" he says, jumping over himself, making me sure I know his intensions are pure.
"Can we do email? I spend most of my time on my computer so it's easier for me" I say, making excuses as to not giving it to him. "As long as you promise not to mark my messages as spam" he jokes and hands me his phone so I can add it in. "I promise. It was really nice to meet you Jungkook" I say handing it back to him, our hands touching a few moments longer for it to be seen as something with the promise of being platonic.
"Take care" he says giving me a soft smile and then waves at Rae, clearly seeing her not even bothering to hide that she's staring at us.
"Bye" I say under my breath, not knowing how to feel about anything now that he's gone.
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Imagine Matt "saving" you from a guy at the bar.
[tw: pushy guy, mild verbal harassment(?)]
"I'll grab another round," you offer after drinking the last sip of your beer.
"Need a hand?" Foggy offers while aiming with the cue stick. He was always ready to help with anything and you didn't have to ponder how come his friendship with Matt lasted for so many years. Franklin Nelson was one of those people you can't not be friends with once you get to know them.
"I'm good," you answered and left for the bar.
Even though it was a Wednesday night, the venue was filled with people but only some of them looked like they had day jobs. Despite the bad reputation of Hell's Kitchen, nothing about the bar's patrons indicated they were holding a green card for the demimonde. The rougher those assumed criminals looked, the less they were interested in the white-collar guests. Maybe only in places with a monopoly on strong alcohol those two worlds can coexist.
You noticed some guy staring in your direction, leaning on the counter, but it was a bar, after all - it's hard to look anywhere without your gaze landing on someone. The bartender struggled to keep up with the orders, putting one bottle of beer in front of you after every other drink she made. Perhaps because the four of you were regulars, she figured that you can wait a little longer without leaving a bad review on Yelp.
"I'm gonna have to arrest you, miss," a stranger next to you said with seriousness in his voice.
What a bizarre way to make conversation, you thought. Turning around you were met with a quite average-looking man. He had longish blond hair, strong features and was wearing a leather jacket. There was a tear-shaped, red scar under his left eye. His eyes were drilling into your face as if he was trying to see through you. A shiver run down your spine but not one of the pleasant ones. Unocniously, you crossed arms on your chest, trying to put something between you and the man. He was standing sideway to the bar, on your left, blocking off your path toward the front door should you wish to leave.
"Excuse me?" you asked him. To some degree, you wished you had misheard.
"You're too beautiful," he answered with a self-assured grin. It seemed as if he wasn't comprehending the possibility of rejection. For a moment you wonder whether he was aware of just how off-putting his mannerism was.
You clenched your jaw and barely stopped an irritated sigh from leaving your mouth. Just don't escalate this, you thought to yourself.
"Thank you," you answered indifferently and turned away from him.
"You know, I never expected such an eye-candy to be spending her night in Hell's Kitchen's pub."
Looking at him again, you didn't answer right away. His statement, with a quite obvious offensive undertone, left you baffled. You thought to yourself that it was nearly impossible for someone to be that way on purpose. The man's haunting stare never left your gaze, sometimes failing at sneakily looking at your body. The stranger must have misinterpreted your silence as interest because he kept on talking:
"Would the lady mind if I bought her a drink?" he asked. "I'll tell you about the scar and you tell me why a beauty like you goes to run-down pubs."
"Thanks but no. I'm not interested." Although it's only a short moment, you notice him clench his jaw.
"Come on, I'm a nice guy. Scout's honour."
"Look, my friends are wai-..."
"Don't be a killjoy, sunshine," the man interrupted you. He tried to brush away your hair but you flinched away before his fingers could touch your face.
You were about to open your mouth to give him a last polite warning when you felt a hand sneak around your waist, shamelessly sliding down to your hip. The feeling of slightly coarse cheap cotton and musky cologne left you no doubts about your saviour.
"You've been gone for a while," Matt said without acknowledging the stranger. "You doing alright?" He softly kisses the corner of your mouth and you can't help but blush a little. It's hard to believe that so much time has passed and Matt was still capable of bringing that school girl crush out of you.
"Yeah, it's just a really busy night, see?" you answered and vaguely pointed to the mob of people along the counter.
"Yes, pretty busy," he said absentmindedly. "Sorry, did I interrupt you guys?"
"No, I was just about to come back to you."
The stranger didn't offer a handshake like most people do. You couldn't be sure whether he had realized that Matt was blind or simply wanted to be rude. For a moment, neither of them said anything. In your mind, you were already imagining a fistfight about to break out.
Assuming that the stranger had nothing else to say, Matt started pulling you away from the bar. The odd encounter, however, couldn't end without one more exchange of less than welcome comments:
"With a girl like her, you better get a double-barrel, man."
You felt his grip on your hip tighten, although you weren't sure if it was intentional. Matt wasted no time answering, his tone nothing short of challenging:
"I'm doing just fine bare-handed."
With one hand on your back and the other holding two bottles by their necks, Matt gently pushed you through the crew, listening to the angered heartbeat of the unknown blond man.
"What was the line of the day?"
Unmistakenly, you heard amusement in Matt's voice. Sometimes you thought that, maybe, he likes to be the envy of other men. Perhaps it filled him with some unknown to you sense of pride - that no matter how suave a stranger can be, it was still him taking you home.
"Apparently I have to be arrested because I'm too beautiful."
Matt chuckled at first but then slightly nodded his head in agreement.
"It's a lost case, the jury will surely find you guilty." You laughed at his words, admiring how natural it was for him to flirt with you.
Whenever Matt got all smooth and nonchalant, you quietly wondered whether he knew that he didn't have to do it; you had eyes only for him in the most embarrassing cliche way. It was, however, a lovely thought to entertain - that he wanted to still chase after your heart.
Because of the noise intrinsic to a bar's sole existence, Foggy and Karen couldn't hear your conversation until the two of you reached the pool table and so your friends were victims only to your very last, only half-joking, sentence:
"Would you like me handcuffed, mister attorney, sir?"
Karen coughed suddenly but Franklin seemed to be greatly unaffected at the less than unambiguous words. The blond man was focused on aiming the cue ball, although didn't take a shot before commenting on the question they had just heard.
"The day you two got together was the day I started to hate romance."
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Good omens 2 SPOILERS BELOW!
Let's start off by saying that I never, EVER expected that we would get canon Ineffable Bureaucracy, but here we are, and I'm so happy about it. 🥹
Most importantly, I'd never expected Gabriel and Beelzebub to be a mirror of Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship.
In season 1, Gabriel was the absolute fucking worst.
Self-centered, lacking emphaty, superb, following Heaven's rules to the letter, without a single question, and putting his job as an Archangel (or well, the Supreme Archangel, as we've learned this season) above all else, not really thinking much about Earth, humanity or the opposition's point of view/emotions.
Not only that, but he stubbornly refused to enjoy the life Earth- or anything/anyplace else but Heaven, really- could offer him, in the material (food, music, material objects, ecc...) and emotional sense of the term too, depriving himself of real friendship and love.
Then, he meets Beelzebub in the pub and, for the first time, he feels understood. After 6000 years of bearing the sense of loneliness authority and responsibility imply, and being stuck in his own, bigoted head, he finally finds someone who gets him.
On the other hand, Aziraphale has always been a... peculiar angel, to say the least. He has learned to perfectly blend in with the humans, enjoy their creations and Earth's delicacies, such as food, good music, books, magic tricks, etc... not only that, he "associated" with Crowley, a demon/sworn enemy, since the very beginning!
In season 1, Aziraphale defied God's plan, prevented the Armageddon and disobeyed the Archangels' orders just to keep living on Earth and keep seeing Crowley. Albeit he refuses to acknowledge it, he is a rebel, way more than Gabriel's ever been in 6000 years.
And yet, which one of the two decided not to take Heaven's crap anymore?
Who said "You're casting me down to Hell? Fine, I accept my fate" peacefully, almost happily, knowing they'd finally be with their loved one?
Who ran off to Alpha Centauri?
Who gave up everything they've worked for, everything they've ever known, everything they've believed in?
Gabriel.
And Beelzebub, of course.
To say I did NOT see this coming at all is an understatement.
Gabriel, the one filled with so much prejudice, ignorance and selfishness- his royal smugness, Crowley's words- chose Beelzebub and their happiness over everything, over God, only truly knowing them for like... what, 4-5 years (which is the timeskip between season 1 and 2)?
Aziraphale, as heartwrenching as it was to see, chose Heaven over Crowley (FOR NOW). After a 6000 years-old friendship/relationship!
Perhaps, having been so "distant" from Heaven itself, Aziraphale still sees it as something that can be "fixed" if led by the right person/angel (while Gabriel, being so involved in Heaven's management for millennia, probably knows better in that regard, and basically said "fuck it"- I mean, we've seen Metatron and God's behaviour, eesh), plus he's plagued by the guilt and fear of being a bad angel, and risk to Fall.
I believe Aziraphale still sees being a demon as a bad thing, he has this internalized idea he has yet to let go of. And I hope season 3 (hopefully, we'll get it!) will cover that.
Long story short, I loved this season, and I loved how they incorporated Gabriel and Beelzebub in the story.
Some might say their romance was "too quick", and while I would've loved to see more flashbacks, I think it fits.
The Ineffable Husbands are a slow, slow slowburn, and Aziraphale truly needs a wake-up call, to see Heaven for what it truly is: toxic and rotten, as Crowley said.
On the other hand, I liked that Ineffable Bureaucracy happened so "fast"- it's a nice parallel. Gabriel and Beelzebub- people who could be so fierce, cold, nasty and closed-minded in the past- immediately saw the love they had for each other, accepted it and let it change them completely.
Let them both become so affectionate with each other, too. Like, "my sweet", "wherever Beelzebub is, is my Heaven", "where Gabriel is, is forever my Hell", "I was coming to you", "silly angel", are NOT something I thought I'd hear 'em say 😂
Nor I thought "Everyday" would be their song.
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WIP Snip - Tipsy Edition
I have lost count of how many WIP tags I've missed. I'm not actively working on anything that isn't anon, so I've decided that you can have this bundle of insanity, written a couple of months ago after about half a bottle of rose.
Even though this was his fourth pub night, he hadn’t been able to shake the unease that fell on him each time he left the house. He had initially been shocked by the company that his school friends had been keeping since the war, however he had supposed that it had made a strange sort of sense. Without the war - and a bunch of Pureblood pricks - to keep them apart, even he could admit that they all had more alike than different.
That didn’t mean that he would instantly be happy about spending his Friday nights with two Weasleys, though. That would take more than four weeks - four decades, maybe. If they mellowed a little.
Draco ordered his drink and made his way to the booth in the corner where the group had an unspoken reservation each week. When he was younger he had expected that being a war hero would have more glitz and glamour, but at twenty he was just grateful for a decent chair in a busy pub on a Friday night. He supposed that Granger and Youngest Boy Weasley were useful for something.
Speaking of which, Draco found himself scanning the group and once again finding them lacking. For the fourth week in a row, their trio had been cut down to a duo, the most heroey of all heroes conspicuously missing. For the fourth week in a row, Draco had the sinking feeling that it was all his fault.
Something something, reflecting on how he was an evil terrorist prick. Remorse, self-recrimination etc. Harry will never want to see him again, he deserves to be shunned etc etc. She-Weasel has been weirdly nice to him but she probably hates him for keeping her boyfriend from her on Fridays. Although, if she really wanted to be with him she wouldn’t be here. Why aren’t they working on their rabbit-warren of messy-haired gingers?
Tagging @phoebe-delia and @coffeedrgn87, and of course my sprint crew @corvuscrowned, @makeitp1nk, @tackytigerfic, @sweet-s0rr0w, @thebooktopus and anyone else who wants to.
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Dear future self... February 12, 2024
It's been a seriously busy week & weekend. Let's recap..
Monday last week Danny put charlie down. That was a sad day, I wasn't sure how it was going to hit me, but when I saw Cody's stories, I crumbled and cried a lot of the day.
Tuesday went for lunch with Chrystal for our work department christmas party. Then went to Canadian brewhouse with a group to watch the oilers/knights game. Kamber, tyson, shane, amber & naythan, it was a lot of fun. Man i love amber, I shit talked her a lot & Knights won so that was fun, killed their 16 winning streak so she wasn't too pleased of course.
Wednesday I went to a little pub with Callum Domke, grade 4 friend because we had matched on bumble & thought it would be funny to catch up after 20+ years. He was the same & it wasn't awkward at all. It was funny, we just talked about life & everything & had a lot of good laughs, it was a nice wholesome night. Thursday I relaxed. Friday I went to Bottlescrew bills with Corey, or we started our night there. We were supposed to play cornhole but they didn't have any games so we had some food & then walked over to Craft. We chatted for hours, we didn't even end up playing a game we just talked constantly which was really nice. I got to know him a lot better & see a much more deeper side to him. He's really smart. His past is interesting, he's a bit more of a party boy than I wished, but he's also turning 35 next month. We went back to his place around midnight probably to play overcooked. I had opened up a lot about my past with him & he did too. I think it connected us a lot deeper & he had said he struggled with depression to. He said he's told me more things than most people know about him which was kind of nice. Overcooked was hilarious, we had so much fun. Honestly he makes me laugh so hard. I felt like I was flirting with him a lot & trying to hint at him. Finally at like 2 or 3am I think i jokingly said he hurt my feelings & he asked how he could make it up to me which is when I got super shy. He obviously knew & kissed me. It was pretty hot if I'm being honest. He's a really good kisser. He said earlier in the night that he loved my smile & my eyes so it was great to know he was attracted to me lol. i ended up staying over but nothing happened, we just cuddled & he was very respectful that I didn't want to do anything further. We cuddled a lot which was nice, & I think we passed out around 5am. I was up way too early & kind of laid & tossed for a bit till 10:30am. I felt like I was intruding a bit & didn't want to over stay my welcome, but he had said he didnt want to get up yet & pulled me in to cuddle him. Which we cuddled & talked till about 12:30. It was honestly just a really sweet wholesome night & morning. He still didn't try to take advantage of me which was great. He made me coffee & we had a relaxing hour before I thought i should go home at like 2pm. I went home & spent time with nova for a while. Then went to Waterhole to meet Drew for dinner. I didn't know what to expect really, I was nervous for sure. I'm not sure if he was nervous too, but our conversation isn't the best & that's why I didn't think it was going to be a long night. The first part was a bit bumpy & I wasn't sure. He's just not good at keeping a conversation going. He's super attractive though & has a good head on his shoulders. Actually to the point of being someone that I've been interested in & looking for. We talked a lot about red flags & what we were looking for in a relationship etc. We hung out till about 8pm ish though so 3 hours, it felt pretty good by the end of it & when we walked outside he said he wanted to see me again & I laughed asking if I checked off some boxes. He texted me later that he did want to go on another date so that was nice to hear.
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I'm in need of some Andrea smut every time I read something about him there is no sex because this was in the 30's and it would be inappropriate to do it before marriage. So...let's get inappropriate (?
no mommy kink please, i can't cope with that
Actually this was going to happen v/ soon in my fic of Andrea BUT I'll write a quick drabble/one shot for you bc same! we need that in our lives :) I'll be doing gender neutral reader for dis ;) Warnings!! 18+ , loss of virginity, perhaps slight edging? oral on reader (female presenting) and NO mommy kink per request :)
Rules were rules. Marry a nice man, then lose your virginity. You had been following those rules. Even now, you lived alone in a small cottage on a hill. And you still haven't lost it. You never felt inclined too really...and you were fine with that. It's just everyone in the village usually was a kid or a senior. No one was around your age, so you preferred a secluded kind of life.
Even if that meant following rules you didn't want to follow. You hated that you didn't have a choice. You hated how your parent's voice replayed in your head over and over. Telling you “wait! get married first!” You were sick of it, you were desperate sure, not desperate enough to lose it to whoever you met, but then...
a new boy showed up, you learned his story since you were a bit close with Janet and Ursula, the old sisters who were housing the young man. So you met him, and god... he was just your type.
Plus they invited you over so he could play for you? meaning the violin. At first, you felt a little out of place... until he started playing. Needless to say, he was more than talented than you expected. You’d never heard anything like it, afterward, he wanted to talk to you surprisingly.
“What is you name?” he tried his best to speak, you were told his English wasn't the best so you found it more endearing than anything and applauded his effort since he’d only been here for a few weeks. So you looked to him, sitting beside you with wide eyes and rosy cheeks. His hair was a bit shaggy as he shook the hair out of his eyes.
“Oh, my name is (y/n).” You gave a warm smile, shifting in your seat to face him more. “And you are Andrea, yes?” and he nodded before he repeated your name warmly, and honestly you loved the way it sounded in his mouth.
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Weeks passed, you visiting, Andrea playing for you, afterward, you would talk to Andrea, his English noticeably getting better. And sometimes he would even be a bit of a flirt. So one day you just asked the sisters if they would allow you to take him into town. You did your best to sound as friendly as possible and it seemingly worked.
You showed him a few of your favorite places, took him dancing to the pub. Though he wasn't a very good dancer, you had to kind of show him. Guiding his hands to land on your hips and pull you close, telling him to watch your feet as he got red because honestly he couldn't help but stare at your face.
Then finally he asked to see your home. And you couldn't help be nervous, he had been making eyes at you all day, smirking like a cat with cunning eyes. Like he had so much more in that head of his, thoughts that he wasn't sharing. Plus he was already holding hands with you, keeping you close to him as he kept calling you ‘Liebling.’ And of course you didn't refuse him, not at all. So by the time, you were halfway up the path on the mountain and he slowly stopped walking, staring at you with a sweet smile.
“Something the matter Andrea?” you questioned- confused as to why he had stopped. He moved slowly, stepping closer to you, leaning in, quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek. Then backing away, checking your eyes for permission. You nodded and Andrea knitted his brows together, exhaling through his nose as he slowly moved to press a kiss to your other cheek. Gently. Wonderfully. Then your forehead. The tip of your nose, then finally his mouth hovered over your own. Breath shaking with feverish anticipation.
You ached to lean in and finish what he started, but you wanted to see if Andrea would do it himself, and after about 5 nervous seconds you felt him roughly slot his lips against your own.
You were lost, blindly lost to pleasure and yearning. You barely realized the way you pulled him up the hill, mouths slotted together as you rushed backward, your back soon up against your door, your hands at his waistband, he moaned against your mouth.
And soon enough you were turned around and inside and he was walking backward as you led him to your bed. Pushing against his chest as he sat and you climbed his lap. Kissing him so harshly you felt your teeth clink against his own, embarrassed you pulled back, your hand coming to your lips.
“I apologize, Andrea-” You were breathless, with shy eyes and flushed cheeks.
He looked the same, though less embarrassed. More lustful than anything.
“No, no-” He started softly. “You are wonderful.” He spoke slowly, catching your eyes as he brushed your hair out of your face with his thumbs. Putting a strand of hair behind your ear lovingly.
“But...I need-” He started up again, and he groaned out, almost a whimper really, like he was in pain and that's when you felt something poke against your inner thigh, and then you understood. You ground forward and watched as his mouth fell open. Andreas eyebrows furrowing, his face growing red, a moan caught in his throat.
“Oh, you wonderful creature.” You mused. Almost amazed at the power you held over him. So you did it again and again until he was begging for you to let him cum.
“Please...Please (y/n)-” He buried his face into your neck, his large hands on your waist, fingers digging in deeply, his shoulders going tense at your dry humping.
A part of you was nervous honestly. You didn't know if Andrea was also a virgin, but judging by his closeness already ...you were gonna bet on the fact he was, but then again you didn't know what you were doing anyway.
So instead, you simply stopped. And he stopped breathing. He was frozen actually, and you wondered why, a part of you wanted to laugh, he was curled up into you, unmoving, holding you.
“Andrea?” you questioned and finally he moved, looking up at you,
“I do something wrong?” he slowly drawled out, voice tiny and nervous and you shook your head. “No, of course not I just...have you ever done this before?” It was your turn to be tiny and nervous now, especially self-conscious.
He gulped, Andrea understood. And he slowly shook his head ‘no’
“I'm sorry,” he whispered and it almost broke your heart.
“Oh my love, no! You have nothing to be sorry for. I have never...done this... either. So it's okay Andrea. And...and honestly, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to.” You cupped his face, giving him a warm smile and he returned one. Slowly pressing a kiss to your lips.
“I want you.” He whispered after breaking the kiss barely.
And that was all you needed to push him back on the bed so he was laying down. You climbed atop him, undoing his pants slowly. He raised himself on his elbows, watching you, breathing heavy, eyes flickering back and forth between you and your hands.
And suddenly he took your hand, putting it away from him. Softly and gently and lovingly. “first you. Let me...help.” He muttered, looking to you for permission and so you switched roles and he was helping you undress from your light dress.
And you were naked and self-conscious and nervous in front of him.
But he was smiling, eyes running over your perfect form. You were perfect to him, everything about you, even the things you considered a flaw, he would reach out, brushing his fingertips lightly over them. He muttered how you were beautiful before reaching with both hands to your thighs. Parting them slowly, gently as all his movements were.
He slowly moved off the bed, to his knees as he pulled you to the edge of the bed, your legs over his shoulder, his eyes on yours, looking up to you the entire time. Your hands gripped the blankets harshly and nervously. But you nodded at him and he leaned forward, delving his tongue over your entrance. And you moaned, the feeling making you throw your head back.
And he did it again, though opening his mouth even wider, taking you into his mouth, his tongue lapping up your wetness. Moving up to run over your clit. And you shivered, sensitive all over.
He realized that was the spot, so he did it once more and got the same reaction, actually an even bigger one. Your back was beginning to arch. Toes curling.
And he kept eating you out- tongue sometimes delving into you, into your warmth and he would moan against your wetness and heat. Eyelashes fluttering and closing as you would spread your legs further, pushing your cunt against his mouth- thighs shaking and quivering as you felt a knot of heat in your lower stomach slowly coming closer and growing bigger. And finally you were gripping his hair, pulling as he whimpered against you.
“Oh Andrea- Andrea Im so- Im going to-” You could barely get a full comprehensible sentence out before your thighs were convulsing around his head and your back arching and a loud moan was drawn out from deep within you moaning- screaming his name as a intense orgasm slapped you right across the face, and god- you were exhausted in all honesty. You even fell back on the bed, his tongue still on you though as if he couldn't get enough, nose sometimes even nudging up against your clit as he hungrily and greedily tasted everything in you.
And as much as it was amazing soon you were becoming over sensitive and with each lick and moan of his against your pussy you were being shocked, body twitching and you pulled back, breathless, a mess for a lack of a better term.
And you began to chuckle as well as he rose up now, smirking at you, his lips and chin, all slick with your wetness and his own spit. And you grinned right back at him, and pulled him down to meet your mouth as you kissed him, without a care in the world. It was almost satisfying to taste yourself on Andreas tongue.
But finally you broke the kiss, cupping his face as you knew what came next. “Your turn my love.” You muttered. Sitting up now as you went for his belt, undoing it slowly, hoping he wouldn't stop you again. Though it was worth it last time. But he allowed you to- Andrea even began unbuttoning his shirt. Throwing it to the floor along with your dress, as you followed up with taking off his belt and pulling the pants away- his cock finally free and hard. Fully upright, beads of pre-cum forming at his reddened tip. He was so desperate, it was clear in his expression. Mouth slightly agape as he watched you.
You thought for a moment, wondering on what you should do now. On what position and honestly how all of this was gonna go. A part of you was scared as you shuffled back on the bed, and patted the space beside you, signaling him to come be by you, but first he began shuffling out of his shoes, then along with his pants until he was fully naked. The look on his face signaling he didn't want you to feel self conscious with him being half clothed, so he decided he too would be fully undressed for this.
He moved beside you now, huffing out a short breath, nervous. It was clear so you pulled him close, kissing his jawline softly.
“Lets go slow, yes?” You mumbled to him softly. He looked up at you, shoulders tense as he nodded. “Yes mien Liebling.” he whispered back, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he furrowed his brows again for you were laying back now, resting your head on the pillow as you slightly spread your legs for him to fit in between. So he moved to lean over you, head of his cock teasing against your lower belly softly, it made him whimper as you couldn't help but giggle as you looked up to him, he looked beautiful this way.
“Should I- uhm..” he stuttered, cheeks burning red as he lowered himself slightly, trying to align himself with your entrance.
“Yes Andrea- go ahead.” You bit at your lower lip, eyes gazing as he closed his eyes, throbbing tip budding at your opening, he pushed his hips forward, his tip sliding in before it slipped upwards, you really were that tight- though you felt bad, for if you were more relaxed it would've gone in easier. “I apologize-” you mutter, exhaling shakily but he shakes his head.
“No- not your fault.” Andrea shares a calming smile, his eyes shining as he looks deeply into your eyes. “I try again.” he reassured and positioned his cock to your entrance once more, this time sliding it in your slickness and heat easily. You held your breath, feeling him stretch you wide, Andrea on the other hand groaned out, whimpered as his head fell into the crook of your neck. You couldn't imagine how sensitive he must be at the moment.
He kept sliding in until he couldn't anymore, and he filled you to the brim, you felt so full and couldn't help but moan softly, your hands going to the back of his nape, playing with his hair, twirling it around your fingers, admiring the feeling of his warm body atop of yours, holding you. he stayed still, immediately understanding you would need some time to adjust. So you two stayed still, breathing and trying to figure this all out, he lifted his head, and you just stared at him until the two of you broke into small laughter. Warm chuckles filling the air around you, and you caught his lips softly, he laughed into your mouth even- so shy and nervous, Andrea couldn't help it.
But after a minute of kissing and nervously giggling you finally felt ready. You broke the warm kiss. And caught his eyes. “Andrea I think I'm ready...move...please?” You muttered shyly- you didn't want to sound demanding but were soon relived when he just smiled at you. Giving you a look as to say “of course.”
And he pulled out halfway, inhaling deeply as he then slid back in setting up a pace, not to fast not to slow, just right honestly. And that's when you felt the pleasure slowly beginning to take over the slight discomfort. When he soon began pumping into you like a animal in heat. You moaned his name over and over, arching your back as you watched his face turn desperate. He would mutter in polish and German. whispering into your ear and you couldn't help but scratch at his back. He changed his angle slightly, cock hitting your g-spot.
“Oh! Oh Andrea you- oh fuck.” You cursed, closing your eyes. “Yes harder please.” you moaned out, feverishly. Everything felt so hot, you were even sweating across your forehead slightly.
And he did as you commanded, pushing harder, fucking into you, moaning brokenly each time he pushed in. The squeeze of your pussy around him making him lightheaded even. He dropped his head to your chest eventually. Tongue finding its way to your nipple. Opening wide and sucking on your breast. And you felt so sensitive, everything overwhelming you but in the best way possible.
“Oh yes, yes-” you chanted, breathless and suddenly wrapped your thighs around him, flipping the two of you over so you were on top, he gasped- eyes wide as he looked to you, his face becoming flushed once more- the sight of him was enough to push you to the edge as you began to bounce on his cock, suddenly reaching you climax, steadying yourself by putting your hands to Andreas chest- your back arching as you clenched around his cock, falling forward now- pushing your lips together.
He kept thrusting into you though- desperate to cum inside, “Please- please.” He begged for release, closing his eyes as you groaned softly, your insides sensitive as you sat back up, and it only took 2 bounces on his cock for Andrea to be moaning out your name- as he gripped your thighs and soon you felt his warm seed fill you up, he whimpered and fucked into you harshly now- sitting up and pulling you close, fitting his mouth over your tit to muffle the shameful sounds spilling out of him.
As he fucked through his climax he soon began to slow down, exhausted as you moaned- feeling him suck your nipples softly now, closing his eyes as his breathing calmed.
You ran your fingers through his hair softly. Kissing the top of his head- satisfied now and he now popped off your tit, lips a bright color that matched his cheeks. He smiled at you and you grinned back, pressing a kiss to his nose. You raised yourself off of him, and you felt his warm seed inside of you, you adored the feeling as you rolled off and laid down- he lowered himself to be by you.
“You were amazing Andrea- absolutely wonderful.” You sighed softly as his hand reached your stomach, drawing invisible lines with his fingers over the soft skin. Andrea shyly smiled now. “Danke.” he whispered in German, you knew what it meant and chuckled softly.
“Im sleepy.” you whispered, and it was true- your eyes were heavy and Andrea nodded. “Sleep.” he kissed your cheek warmly. And so you did, you fell asleep to him cuddled beside you, humming a tune that was familiar to you.
#Daniel Bruhl#daniel brühl#Ladies in Lavender#Andrea Marowski#andrea marowski x reader#loss of virginity#first time on tumblr#this is so soft pls#hope you enjoy this oneshot guys#sorry it took so fckin long
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the way home
A/N: This was just supposed to be a tiny blurb, but once I got started, I just couldn't shut up again. So here you go, my loves, here's 1.6k of pure friends-to-lovers fluff!
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You should have brought a jacket. You realize that the second you step out of the pub, Tom a few meters ahead of you and therefore unable to see the way you shudder when the cool air hits your skin.
It's just a short walk home from the pub, you'd told yourself, I don't need a jacket. God, you'd been wrong. Curse your past self for not trusting your instincts. It may be mid-July, and it may have been pretty warm when you left your flat earlier, but you should've known better than to not bring a jacket on a night out. You really should have learned not to trust the English weather by now. Tom doesn't seem to be struggling with the weather as he turns around to face you, but that makes sense. He's got a nice, pretty thick denim jacket on, and here you are, bare arms exposed to the elements.
"You ready to go?" Tom asks, nodding in the general direction of your flat. When you give him a nod back, he grins and offers you his arm. "Lead the way, miss." You can't help but giggle, your cheeks warming as you close the distance between the two of you and accept his offer.
"What a gentleman," you tease him, trying to ignore how mushy holding his arm like this makes you feel. As you start walking, you gently nudge him with your shoulder, making him look at you curiously. "Thanks for walking me home, Tom."
He merely shrugs, a small smile on his lips. "You don't need to thank me. I'm just making sure you get home alright,"
You squeeze his bicep. "Well, it still means a lot,"
It's not that this is the first time he's walked you back to your place from the pub after a night out together, but, usually, it's been somewhat of a group effort. Tom and the other boys, his housemates who you're lucky enough to call your friends too, would normally walk you home together, but, tonight, Tuwaine, Harry and Harrison seemed like they were only just getting started by the time you were ready to leave. So Tom had very kindly suggested that he could walk you home himself, and the lads had whistled and cheered at that - like the idiots they are. You told them off and called them dickheads, but there was no denying that your mind had gone to a similar place for a second too. It was just wishful thinking, though.
Tom is your friend. Just your friend. And yes, perhaps he's a friend you've been hopelessly in love with for months now, yet he's still just a friend. And yes, he calls you 'darling' and flirts with you, and he calls you when he's abroad, just so he can hear your voice, but that's just how he's always been with you. That's just how he is, really. It doesn't have to mean anything.
You haven't got very far when the cold begins to really affect you, every small gust of wind feeling like a thousand tiny icicles stabbing your skin. Granted, basically being snuggled up to Tom helps, his body quite warm, but it's not enough. So you can't help it when a violent shiver runs through you, making you hiss. Tom immediately stops dead in his tracks, unlinking your arms, and you're just about to ask him what he's doing when he gives you the answer without saying a word. He slips off his jacket and holds it out in front of you, and when you realize what he's implying, you have to protest.
"Oh, no, no," you say, shaking your head adamantly. "You'll get cold!"
"Well, you're already cold!" he argues and chuckles at the way you scoff at that. "And besides, I'd rather be cold than be an arsehole."
You know there's no point in trying to deny him. You know Tom, and you know he won't budge. So, with a sigh, you turn around and let him drape his jacket over your shoulders. A warmth spreads in your body, and you know it's not just from the extra layer. The jacket even smells like him - that sweet mixture of his cologne and the shower gel he uses.
He smirks as you face him again, giving you a once-over. "You always look great in my clothes," That's all he says before offering you his arm again, and, absolutely fucking dumbfounded, you just take it. God, you complain to yourself, why must he say shit like that? Can't he see what it does to me?
Tom doesn't seem to notice, however, happily chatting away about something that happened on one of his walks with Tessa. You do notice how he seems to pull you even closer to him, though. It's just because he's cold. That's what you tell yourself. But then he pulls you so close that you're completely pressed against his side, and it just feels… different.
You look around, acutely aware that anyone could see you like this, but the streets seem fairly empty, save for a few late-night joggers and dog walkers. So you let yourself relax into Tom, enjoying how it feels to be with him like this. You can't keep yourself from imagining how it would feel to be like this forever.
It's not something you get to fantasize about for a long time, though. Because then you turn the corner onto your street, and you know your time with him tonight is running out. You hate that you'll have to let him go, your two bodies having basically melted together at this point. And when you reach your house, you almost whine as Tom disentangles the two of you. But, even then, he doesn't really let go of you, taking your hand in his. You feel the heat creeping into your cheeks when he steps a little closer to you, and you gulp as he squeezes your hand.
"I've missed you, darling," Tom tells you, exhaling shakily. "More than I think you know."
"I've missed you too, Tom," you reply, trying not to think too much about what he just said, but his words are already haunting you. "Probably more than you've missed me."
You don't know why you say that. The words just fall out of your mouth, your filter seemingly gone. His brows draw together in confusion as he takes in your answer, and then he shakes his head gently. When he releases your hand, you feel like you've really fucked up.
He tilts his head slightly. "What makes you say that?"
You shrug, willing away the tears forming in your eyes. "I don't know,"
"It's okay,"
"I'm sorry,"
"Don't be," Tom assures you, smiling softly. "But you're wrong," His hand comes up to cup your cheek, and when his eyes flicker down to your lips, it's like it really dawns on you what he's trying to say. "Because I've missed you so... so…" He leans in a little until his breath is intermingling with your own, and you're trembling in anticipation, your eyes half-lidded. "Much." As soon as Tom finishes talking, he closes the distance, and then his mouth is on yours.
You're not surprised, but you are a bit stunned - everything you've dreamed about seemingly coming true. And for just a second, you find yourself worrying that this is just a dream; that none of this is real. But it is. His scent filling your nose is real. The touch of his hand on your face is real. His kiss is real.
And then you throw yourself into it, your hands settling on his chest and your fingers grabbing the fabric of his shirt quite desperately. Tom sighs, contented, his one arm wrapping around you as he presses his lips to yours again, far less hesitant this time. There's no stopping the soft gasp that leaves you then.
It feels like your bodies can't possibly get any closer, yet you still find new ways to melt into one another. Your tongues begin to explore each other, and your hands start to do the same to each other's bodies. You can scarcely breathe, but you can't bear the thought of parting with his kiss. And if worse comes to worst, death by kissing seems like a pretty good way to go.
You arch into Tom when his hands travel down your back, and the movement knocks off his jacket that had been draped over your shoulders. You barely sense it, but there's an audible thud as it lands on the pavement behind you. That, you can't help but notice.
He chases your lips as you pull away, but he doesn't protest against the separation. You're both breathing as though you've just run a fucking marathon, and you can't even get out a few simple words to tell him what happened. You just loosely gesture to the jacket on the ground, a sight that makes Tom giggle.
He's the one who picks it up, and you're kind of expecting him to put it on again. He probably has to get back to the lads at the pub, you lament to yourself. But Tom doesn't move. He just stands there and looks at you, eyes dark as he takes you in. He's kissed you into a complete mess, and you're sure you must look like one too.
"I should get back to the pub," he says, but Tom still doesn't move. The grin on his face is more than enough proof to you that he doesn't want to go anywhere. "Unless… unless you want me to stay?" You know what he's really asking. And you do want that, of course, but you still pretend like you actually have to think about it for a few minutes, biting your lip as in thought. You give him a nod.
"I do. But on one condition," you bargain, smirking mischievously, and his eyes light up. "You have to kiss me like that again." And that's an offer he can't refuse.
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Okay hear me out, what if childhood friends to lovers but it's TABOO 👀 like s/o is a commoner(?) that Barok maybe befriended accompanying Klint around in London once and Klint was honestly just happy that his little brother made a friend so he was supportive. S/o eventually makes a name for themself by excelling in their chosen career (maybe detective?) But otherwise don't have any status or such?
The feelings are mutual but s/o is nervous to say anything because they're aware that they lack the status to be a "worthy"/acceptable partner, so eventually Barok caves and confesses instead? Perhaps with some encouragement from Klint? (I'm feeling like.... 18-20 year old Barok here?) Maybe Klint is cool with it because-at least at this point- he's the head of the family and has a wife so he's not too worried about Barok marrying someone with status as long as they make him happy?
Idk I'm a big sucker for "forbidden romance but it works out anyway" lol thanks!
Headcanons (Forbidden Fruit)
Notes: You're very valid for enjoying forbidden romance, friend! There's something so compelling about it (and it's especially good when things work out!).
S/O is gender neutral (they/them pronouns). Barok refers to them using petnames.
Content Warnings: societal expectations; questioning self-value / worth; class politics
Barok met them, on Ludgate Hill, on his way home from watching Klint in court. He was fascinated by the chalk patterns they were drawing on the pavement and trotted ahead of Klint to ask them what they were doing.
"Going to play hopscotch!" they replied with a big smile, "Want to play too?" upon Barok nodding, they taught him how to play and the two set about hopping from square to square as the game proscribed. Klint hung back to watch as his brother immersed himself in a moment of play that was sweet to observe.
Eventually Barok realised he'd been keeping his brother waiting, "O-Oh! I'm sorry brother... I ... got a bit carried away."
"Nonsense, Barok! It's nice to see you with a friend, are you going to introduce me?"
"Oh!" It dawned on Barok that he hadn't even introduced himself to his new friend, but thanks to Klint introductions were made.
"Everyone calls me 'Trouble'," they said, almost proudly, "Nice to meet you, Barok, Mister Klint."
"M-Mister Klint?" suddenly he felt very old, despite only being in his twenties... Still, it was lovely to see Barok interacting with someone his own age: usually his little brother didn't have much opportunity for being a child, so this was a nice opportunity for him, "... Anyway... perhaps you'd like to come to our house for dinner one day, 'Trouble'?"
"Yea that sounds good! I'm usually here, playing hopscotch or marbles or somethin'! So just come find me, ok Barok?" the younger brother nodded, and promised he would come back to visit his new friend.
Gradually Barok and Trouble would become thick as thieves, playing games together and going on adventures. They were easily his best friend, and Klint was more than happy to let the friendship blossom.
As the two grow older, Barok started to notice just how fond he was of his friend while they became increasingly aware of the class divide between them –– Barok was of noble blood, even they'd heard of the van Zieks family. There were a few people telling them that their friendship with the younger son was unusual indeed, but why was that? Barok was just a kid, like anyone else...
The years leaf by and despite the odds their friendship remained strong, even when Barok left to attend university –– he would regularly write to his friend, Trouble, who had joined Scotland Yard as an apprentice.
When they meet again, as young adults, there's definitely an attraction between them but Trouble is unwilling to acknowledge it or act upon it. Their time in the Yard has taught them even more about the class divide, and they're pretty sure that eventually Barok is going to tell them that he cannot be seen associating with them because they're a lowly commoner.
It stings to think about that conversation, but surely one day it has to come? One day he'll have to put his status before his friendship, and they're dreading it...
From Barok's perspective, he's struggling with his ever-growing feelings toward his friend and the feeling that things are strained between them. Is that his fault? Is he making it awkward for them? Of course, Barok's also concerned about harbouring such fondness for them because he doubts he'd be allowed to pursue such a relationship –– though he would very much like to
Thus, for a while, the two quietly agonise over their respective feelings / positions, and it becomes clear to Klint that something is weighing heavily on his brother's mind and so, in true Klint fashion, he takes his brother out (probably to a pub) to ask him directly what's troubling him so.
After quite a bit of cajoling (and a few drinks), Barok fesses up about what's going on in his head and his heart: he's had fond feelings toward his childhood friend for a while now, and those feelings have only grown stronger, and not only does his friend seem to be growing distant (he fears because he makes them awkward) but he also feels despondent because it's not something he can act upon, being of 'noble' blood.
Klint pats Barok's shoulder and says, "Well, all you need is the blessing of the master of the family, don't you?" to which his younger brother nods, "Well, you have it, Barok. Your happiness means far much more to me than the standing of your beloved. I don't care if they're a commoner or a member of royalty, so long as they make you happy. I can handle the politics, alright?"
That gives Barok the confidence to, in his own awkward yet adorable way, confess to his beloved friend that he has feelings for them and he'd like to be with them –– if they'll have him.
Barok's confession startles them, because when he said 'I need to talk to you' they'd wholly expected the conversation they've long been dreading: the 'you're a commoner, so I cannot be seen to associate with you anymore' talk. To hear that he had feelings for them and wanted to be with them was unbelievable. "This... isn't a joke, right?" they ask, tentatively.
"It's not a joke," he assures them, "I... have been in love with you for quite some time but I had no idea how to broach the subject. I fear that made me more distant of late and I'd like to apologise for my lack of communication."
"....." all this time they'd thought Barok was plagued with concern for his noble standing, when in reality his feelings toward them had only seemed to grow deeper –– as had their own toward him, but they'd told themself that such thoughts only belonged in fairy stories and dreams, "... Barok I... I... but..." yet doubts still lingered in their mind, "What about your standing? You're a noble, I'm just a commoner..."
"Don't worry about that, my brother has given his blessing to me... we can make this work, if you'll have me... that is."
"Oh..." and now it really does feel like a fairy story, but it's not fiction: it's reality, Barok loves them and wants to be with them and Klint has given his blessing to him being with someone like them. They throw themself into his arms and cuddle him, "Of course I'll have you! I wouldn't want anyone else!"
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Disintegration
Chapter Two
Summary: He witnessed the worst night of her life, he just never expected for her to become the love of his life.
KlausxCami
Warnings: Mentions of Domestic Abuse.
Rating: Mature
Chapter Two
2009
Amber liquid sat almost tauntingly within its iced tumbler as Camille stared aimlessly at the wall. Low chattering echoed dimly in her ears, but she registered little of the subdued crowd. She felt angry... no, she felt numb. Like a spindly serpent lying in wait for its prey, her anger lurked beneath the surface – its coil hardly tolerable.
Her fingers clenched around her glass, silently reveling in the wet dew that had coalesced on its exterior. It anchored her to the present even as she drifted in her scattered thoughts. Small bursts of Saturday played in her head, stuck like a broken reel. It was both a blur and all too clear. She could still feel the slick feel of Scott's blood on her hands, even as quips of conversation broke her reverie. Hours spent in the county jail had been nothing compared to the cold words from her mother and the stony silence that had followed her back to her dorm.
It had all become too much. She needed to get out.
It had occurred to her there was a certain amount of irony that she had taken refuge inside a bar. Not the one that she had beaten Scott to a pulp in – she was firmly banned from that establishment, but one across town. Away from campus and anyone who knew her. Camille tried not to pay too much mind to the fact that she was employing less than stellar coping mechanisms over the mess she had made of her life, but really, she was already on a roll of bad decisions. Why stop now?
Still...it was amazing how quickly everything had spiraled out of control.
One minute she had been a junior, set to finish her bachelor's degree with honors in the next year – now, with a court date set for next week and a meeting with the Dean's office tomorrow, it looked as if expulsion was on the horizon. And somehow that was at the bottom of her priority list. Felony assault and battery charges hovered over her head like an impending noose, not to mention, two parents infuriated with their daughter and the shame she had brought her family. She hardly cared that Scott was breathing from a tube in a hospital, she did care that Marnie hadn't called her.
Had she lost a friend as well as her academic career? She hadn't foreseen that... though, in truth, she hadn't put much thought into her actions. She had simply reacted and that – that wasn't like her.
"Penny for your thoughts, love."
Camille nearly jolted at the honey grizzled voice that chimed next to her table. She glanced up into a pair of oddly familiar cerulean eyes that shined curiously at her. It took her a moment to place him, and it was only as his lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk that she remembered.
He had been there.
Entertained by the entire debacle.
Now, that's what I call a show.
Her hidden ire rumbled in the face of her spectator. How she had hated his delight. It annoyed her that he had found her now when she wanted nothing more than to be left alone.
Pursing her lips distastefully, she arched a brow, "They're not for sale."
Her irritation was not lost on Klaus, if anything her dismissal amused him, "Come now, that's not true. Anything is for sale; it all depends on the price."'
"Well unless you have a time machine, I don't think you'll be able to afford my thoughts." Camille muttered wearily as she sipped from her glass. She pointedly turned her gaze away, making it silently clear she was done with him.
Yet, Klaus had never been one to let a challenge go untested. He found himself slipping into the chair across from her, much to Camille's exasperation, "Now why would you want a time machine? Please tell me, it's not to go back and stop yourself from beating that pillock from the other night half to death. Such passion should never be undone or regretted."
Camille arched a brow, nonplused by his words, "Not everyone views such acts of violence with the same enjoyment as you did... I don't believe that I invited you to sit. I'm not particularly in the mood for company."
"Yes, you've been quite rude." Klaus intoned almost cheerfully as he signaled for a waiter – now he was making it silently clear that he had no intention to leave, "That's alright, I don't mind a bit of surliness. I've been known to be a rather temperamental creature myself... but let's be honest here, love, while I may have enjoyed your spirited attack, you enjoyed committing it more."
She hated the truth that rang in his words. Stifling a sigh, Cami tossed back the rest of her drink and dropped a few bills on the table. She came here to get away, not to be harassed.
She wasn't granted the chance to stand as his fingers entrapped her wrist, "Let me go."
"Stay." Klaus implored, loosening his grip, but not removing his touch, "I won't speak of your little... incident if you do not wish it. I have several hours to kill, and you are by the far the most interesting person I've run into today. Please, keep me company."
Despite her desire to depart, her curiosity glimmered faintly at his words, "Is that why you seemingly tracked me down? Boredom?"
"Hardly tracked you down, love." Klaus said after placing an order for two more drinks with the waiter. "You're in the pub of my hotel. Merely, came downstairs and saw you."
Camille blinked before she sat back and viewed the bar through new eyes. There was an entranceway toward the back that she now realized led into a lobby. Marble floors and polished banisters gleamed through the glass door. It fairly screamed expensive. It also explained the quietness of a bar... the stillness that had drawn her inside.
Klaus watched her perusal with muted amusement, "You have no idea where you are. Not that you're in a bad neighborhood, mind you, but it is foolish to not have your bearings about you."
Camille silently stifled her unease as again his words rang true. A sense of danger lurked with his presence that she was only beginning to acknowledge, but something kept her survival instincts from fully sounding off.
"I wasn't really..." She trailed off as she realized her words would only reinforce his point about being foolish.
He knew it too.
His head tilted to the side and his eyes softened with an understanding that she swore he shouldn't have. It was similar to the way he had looked at her as she had been carted off by the police... Cami didn't understand why it had seemed to soothe and irritate her then, and she still didn't understand it now.
"Running away, were you?" Klaus intoned sagely, "I know a fair bit about that, but you don't strike me as the type to run from a situation. What demons plague you, aside from the obvious?"
Cami snorted and wondered if this counted as talking about her incident, but found herself replying, "Demons is a bit harsh... and why would I tell you, Nosey Stranger, anything about my demons?"
Klaus grinned and was stalled from answering as their drinks arrived, "Well conversation is easier when at least one party opens up, no? And you can call me Klaus. Niklaus Mikaelson."
"Cami." She returned softly, "Why don't we focus on you, instead? What brings you to my little corner of the word, Klaus?"
"I am not nearly that interesting."
"I somehow doubt that."
"Doubt all you like, but I could say the same of you."
"Could you?" Cami said almost teasingly as a smirk tugged at her lips.
Klaus huffed a low laugh as he conceded, "Well, I could if you told me about yourself."
They were flirting, Cami noted distantly as they exchanged not-quite-shy smiles again. Her head spun – how had this happened? She had been thoroughly annoyed with this man not even ten seconds ago. And while some of that sentiment still lurked, she now could only think about how handsome he looked when he smiled... actually smiled, not smirked.
One thing was for certain, she wasn't feeling quite so numb anymore... and she wasn't sure that was necessarily a good thing. Despite how handsome the man before her was or how charming he was turning out to be, she had the distinct impression that she was a match strike away from playing with fire.
"How about a question for a question?" She proposed almost absently and nearly cursed as soon as the words left her tongue.
Klaus considered her offer with shrewd eyes, "Any question?"
A reluctant sigh left Cami, "Let me guess, you have a question about Saturday night?"
"A few." Klaus acknowledged with a sly quirk to his lips, "But mainly one pressing one."
She shook her head and dragged the untouched drink he had bought her to her side. If they were going to play this game she would need the alcohol, "Fine. Ask."
"What did he do?" Klaus asked quietly as she hesitated, her glance almost suspicious – he explained, "In two minutes of conversation, I've ascertained that you are not a rash person. A bit foolhardy perhaps, but you've been moderately cautious since I've engaged your interest. You also don't strike me as the type to attack someone without reason. So, what was your reason? What did he do?"
There was a long silence as Camille gauged what she wanted to impart. Several glib answers rested on her tongue, non-answers that would dismiss his question and move their conversation on, but the truth burned in her throat. It would be nice to tell someone who didn't know her, who didn't know Scott or Marnie, who wasn't there to judge her actions as just or fair what her motivation had been...
"I have a roommate. We've roomed together the last three years – and she's great. Sweet, shy. I couldn't have picked a better roommate... or friend." Camille started quietly. She ignored the lick of angry flames that sparked in her belly, "She met him a few months ago and they hit it off immediately. I liked him. He was funny and he brought her out of her shell."
A wave of nausea swarmed her simmering fury and she paused as she remembered the carefree way Scott would greet her. The little presents that he would bring for Marnie. Those gifts seemed so more insidious now that she realized those parcels showed up after every incident.
Klaus waited patiently, somehow knowing not to speak as she sought the proper words. Her jade eyes had deepened to a sparking emerald, imbued with dark emotion.
"Then one day she came back to our room. Her shirt was covered in blood, a plaster taped over her nose, and two black eyes. He had hit her. Only once she said. It was an accident she said, but he broke her nose." Camille swallowed and resisted the urge to ball her fist, "She refused to go to the RA or the Dean or any other official and just waved me off. It wouldn't happen again, and I knew that was bullshit. I knew..."
The shiver of rage in her tone struck a chord within Klaus as he watched her. Any hint of his earlier joviality and curiosity had vanished in the face of her anguish. His own anger growled in answer to hers – he had never been one to shy away from violence, but brutish nonsensical abuse had always been and always would be a sore point for him.
"How many times?" The question slipped out before he could stop it.
If Camille had been paying closer attention, she would have noticed the almost eerie calm that had leveled his voice. Instead, she shook her head, "Too many."
Another sip from her glass, "He sent her to the hospital Friday night. Two broken ribs and a concussion. I had been with her all night, and I just couldn't go back to our dorm, so I wandered. I wandered and before I knew it, I was inside the campus bar and there he was... Scamming on a freshman. Both of them laughing at some stupid funny joke he had said, as if it were just another Saturday. As if he hadn't just pulverized his girlfriend and left her to rot in a hospital as if he hadn't been getting away with much of the same for months. I was so incredibly angry and all I wanted was to make him stop."
Warm skin brushed across hers and she glanced down to see he had cradled her hand. She was trembling. It was so faint, but the box that she had been stowing all her wildly out of control emotion into had been pried open with his question.
His fingers curled into her palm like an anchor into the seabed and she smiled bitterly, "Still think you received a good show?"
It took Klaus a second to remember his words from that night, but he didn't scowl.
No.
His smile was tinged with undue pride and awe, "I think you just made it even better. I had initially thought you to be some hellcat. Sent into a jealous rage at capturing your boyfriend cheating. The truth is far more satisfying. You're a protector. If anything, I stand by my earlier sentiment. Do not regret your actions, Camille."
She blinked at hearing her full name cross his lips, most assumed her name was Cameron when she introduced herself as Cami, "My name, how...?"
Klaus smirked, "Camille O'Connell, you are under arrest."
His voice was flat with an American intonation, but what part of America she was unsure as his little gimmick threw her from her despair into a baffled disquiet.
Slowly she cringed, "Okay, one – don't ever do that accent again. Just... no. Two – no one calls me, Camille, unless I'm in trouble. It's a grandma's name."
Klaus bit back a laugh as he pressed with his fake accent again, "What? You mean this voice? I think it's uh, rather convincing."
Camille shivered; it was almost like nails on a chalkboard when he spoke like that, but the tension her little story had engendered dissipated, and she felt a coil within her loosen.
She couldn't stop her snicker as she begged, "Stop, please. It's just not right. It doesn't fit you at all. Smarmy Brit is much more your style."
"Smarmy Brit?" Klause threw back almost indignantly, "You wound me, Camille."
"Somehow I think that's hard to do." She countered sagely, but she couldn't keep a grin from her mien. She appreciated his levity.
Klaus arched a brow, "You'd be surprised. Sometimes it doesn't take much at all to wound me."
"Oh?"
"A beautiful woman maligning my character five minutes after meeting me. Stings a bit, love." He answered indulgently, but there was a mischievous glint in his gaze that belied his words.
Cami giggled quietly, "You don't think you're smarmy?"
"I prefer the word charming." The faux innocent look he flashed her had them both grinning, "And I believe it is your turn to ask a question."
There were several that had erupted in her thoughts as they had spoken, but it was hard to choose just one. Part of Cami was grateful that he had lobbed such a hardball as a first question because it gave her clearance to do the same.
"What are you running away from? You said you had some experience with it earlier." Cami finally asked, figuring it would also answer the question of what he was doing here. Two answers for the price of one.
Like with Cami, Klaus sat in a long silence as he thought over his answer. Now he was the one who wished he had placed restrictions on these questions, but unlike Camille, he had no compunctions about lying. After all, they were still strangers, and he was still debating whether to continue their acquaintanceship after they parted ways. He had half a mind to seduce her, drink her, and dump her... but the more time he spent with her the less he wanted to dump her – at least right away. Camille was proving to be very intriguing indeed.
"Family. I'm running from family." Klaus announced, surprising even himself with the truth, "More specifically my father... though my brother is currently a close second."
Camille frowned, not liking the shine of pain in his eyes before he shifted to something more blank, more superficial. Perhaps her question wasn't the gem she had originally thought it to be.
At her muted concern, Klaus smiled bitterly, "My father has no love for me. Even less after it was discovered I was a product of my mother's infidelity. He's been bent on making my life a misery for as long as I can remember. The more distance I can put between him and myself the better."
"And your brother?" Cami pressed almost reluctantly, at once curious and hesitant about requesting such personal information.
"Has a great love for me actually and I, him. But I've... upset him and he needs some time to calm down." It was the most tactful way that Klaus could think to say Elijah was furious with him for daggering their siblings and supposedly dumping their bodies into the ocean. While the first part was true, the second was not... and he was not prepared for his older brother to discover that fact just yet.
An odd mildly entertained expression crossed Camille's face as she puzzled over his words. More questions surged to the forefront, but with great control, she managed to restrain herself... at least for the moment.
Klaus seemed to sense her desire as he cocked his head to the side and grinned, or she was simply terrible at hiding her thoughts, "You want more details."
Almost embarrassingly, she sipped from her glass as she fought a sheepish smile, "I really do."
"And you called me nosey? Sorry, love, you're just going to have to wait." He taunted lightly as she scowled at him.
He was saved from her retort as her phone chose that moment to sound off. Her previous merriment dulled in the face of the device's alarm and fell further as she glanced at the screen. Klaus watched as she reluctantly clicked the phone silent after responding with a text and turned remorseful eyes to him. This would be their parting it seemed.
"Such a dour glance. My last question then, who's beckoning you?" Klaus asked gently, an unexpected jolt of jealousy scoured his veins at her answer.
"My boyfriend." She quirked her lips self-consciously. She had no obligation to inform him of her relationship status and their conversation while personal, had always meant to stay a conversation... at least on her end. Yet, she felt a strange sense of guilt – she felt like she had led him on, "I should be going. It was nice to meet you, Klaus... and thank you for the drink."
Klaus tightened his grip over her hand, both had forgotten he had still been holding it, but now it worked in his favor. He wasn't ready for their conversation to end, "Stay, Camille. By the look on your face, it's what you would rather be doing."
Timidly, she squeezed his hand back, but her rueful smile told him that he was fighting a losing battle. He was tempted to compel her... but somehow that felt like the wrong move for this particular moment.
"He's worried about me. Everyone's worried about me. Or angry. This was a nice reprieve. One I really needed, but I have to go before that worry goes to def-con four." She said almost deprecatingly and moved to stand.
Cami was surprised when he stood with her until she felt him slip her phone from her other hand. A word of protest played on her lips at the theft, but she stayed her tongue as she watched him deftly enter his phone number. It was slightly embarrassing that he had caught her passcode pattern so easily. He must have the eyes of a hawk. He hit the call button and his phone vibrated in his pocket for a moment before going silent again.
Klaus returned her phone with a genial smile, "There. Should you need another reprieve, simply call. I'll be in town for a while and more than happy to indulge you."
"That was bold." She murmured, "Giving your number to a girl who just told you, she has a boyfriend."
He shrugged indifferently, "Fortune favors the bold, does it not?"
Cami snorted and shook her head, "Goodbye, Klaus."
"Goodbye, Camille." Klaus murmured, brushing his lips to her cheek.
The act startled her and brought a lovely blush to her smooth skin. He had no intention of this being their last encounter. Camille O'Connell would see him again. His cerulean eyes danced deviously as he watched her turn to go.
She glanced at him over her shoulder, and he was surprised to see a puckish light in her sylvan gaze, "Definitely smarmy."
Klaus choked on an unexpected laugh before he found himself calling through the pub, "Charming, love."
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Hours later, Klaus remained at the little corner table in the pub. He had steadily nursed several drinks as he kept an eye out for a potential dinner – finding himself feeling pickier than usual about his fare. He was tempted to send Camille a text. She had been reluctant enough to leave that enticing her to return shouldn't have been much of a battle. He regretted not pressing his advantage earlier. They could have spent the afternoon in his bed, sated in every possible way.
Sighing in boredom, he ran an idle finger around the rim of his tumbler generating a low hum. His thoughtless gesture brought a few curious and annoyed looks from the nearby patrons, but no one had the gall to say anything. Something dark and angry lingered in Klaus's stiff presence that discouraged social interaction of any kind.
"Well, you look positively morose."
And yet not all were so cowardly.
Klaus smirked at the amused lilt that sounded behind him. He arched a brow as he awarded the young woman behind him a small smile, "Greta... you've arrived sooner than I expected. Fruitful day, love?"
"Yes and no." Greta answered loftily as she came to stand next to the table, "The witch we're looking for is proving rather difficult to scrounge up, though her boyfriend has been the source of a lot of gossip but..."
"But?" Klaus intoned softly, a dangerous edge tinging his voice. His mood for games had dissipated with the sun.
"He's in the hospital. Unconscious, someone caved his head in apparently. He would need some of your blood to be revived enough to get any information from him." She smirked, knowing how much Klaus loved to do such things, "That is if you're feeling generous."
Niklaus frowned; it would be too convenient... "What's the boyfriend's name?"
"Scott Nebroski." Greta answered simply with a raised brow.
The name had no meaning to Klaus. Camille hadn't mentioned any names when she had recounted her motives to him – and he didn't recall a name being spoken when the paramedics had arrived at the campus pub. Though to be fair, he had lost interest in the whole affair once Camille had been taken to the squad car.
Her fiery emeralds would forever be etched into his memory. There had been a moment where he had thought that she'd break from the officer's grasp and swing at him before something fragile... vulnerable had crossed her gaze and he had to fight the urge to go to her.
It had been an odd night.
"When was he attacked?"
Greta shrugged, "A couple of nights ago, I think. Some chick took a beer bottle to him. A lover's quarrel is the rumor. In which case, it should make him more willing to cooperate with us. He'd probably be looking for a little revenge."
A slow grin spread across Klaus's face – what were the odds?
"It wasn't our little witch who tore into him, love." Klaus murmured, "How long would we need to wait before you could conduct the ceremony?"
"The estival solstice isn't for almost eight weeks, that's when the spell will be at its strongest. We have some time." Greta replied softly as she watched the wheels spin in her master's head. She hadn't expected him to take the news of this current delay so well... but the calm, almost pleased smile playing at his lips spoke to plans with which she had no knowledge of, "The boyfriend?"
"He can enjoy his stay in the hospital for a while." Klaus said after a long moment. He refused to heal the cretin that had rightfully earned his beating at Camille's hands. He would not deny her victory, "Tomorrow I want you and Maddox to find out everything you can about Camille O'Connell. She's Marnie Taylor's roommate and friend... she'll lead us to our little witch."
Gently, Klaus reached out for Greta's hand, bringing her delicate fingers to his mouth as he pressed a kiss to her smooth flesh. He was feeling a tad grateful for the news she had delivered him, and she smelled sweet, like honeysuckle and ivy. His fangs edged at the inner muscle of his cheek, reinforcing his hunger... but he wouldn't bite her here.
Klaus stood and placed a few bills on the table, "Keep me company tonight."
It sounded like a request, but Greta heard the implied order to his tone. She could say no, and Klaus wouldn't bat an eye. She was under no illusion that she was more than a tool in his arsenal. Problem was, she had never been able to say no to him. Not to his power, not to his hunger, and not to his bed. She fully enjoyed being possessed by him. It was the shame that she could not possess him.
She peered slyly at him, "Merely company?"
An indulgent hum purred from Klaus's throat before he pressed his lips teasingly to the corner of her mouth, "You could never be merely anything, love... but I desire this luscious mouth of yours to be otherwise occupied."
Greta's smile turned sinful, "As you wish."
He breathed a kiss to her neck before turning to escort her upstairs. His soul ached for a taste of the hunt... something that Greta could not provide him – she was all too willing to fall into his clutches. She was decadence, chocolate, and champagne. Simply divine.
For tonight she would sate his baser urges, but tomorrow...
Tomorrow he would go after that which was not yet his. Fiery emeralds glinted in his mind's eye. Tomorrow, he would go after whiskey and smoke. Hidden passion.
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Tumbling Walls
Ron Weasley x Reader
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A/N: This Ron piece was requested by @siriusly-addicted-to-writing with the prompt: “Who hurt you?” My requests are opened! So send in any ideas you have that you would like to see me write! I love writing for Ron so much and hope you guys enjoy reading for him just as much! Feedback is always welcome! Happy Reading <3
Michael Corner. His words were burned in the back of your head. “I don’t love you. I never did.” He had used you. Used you as an emotional punching bag, used you as an object, used you for your body. It had been nearly 3 months, but they were still there burning. You had given him everything because you thought he was the one. The two of you had talked about marriage for god’s sake! You moved across the country, to London for him because he got his dream job. You took a job you detested. You even moved in with him, but now it was like you were starting all over again and London was brand new, tainted, but new. That little snot.
“What can I get for you today?” you asked your what felt like the millionth, table of the day. Everyone who seemed to come to this restaurant where you worked was gross. They were those types of old, privileged men who thought that they could have anything they wanted. At the end of every shift, you had to shower twice just to get the gross feeling off of your skin.
You thoughtlessly made it through your shift, not even upset to be walking into the pouring down rain if it meant you could get away from that place. The rain pounded on the pavement as you opened your bright yellow umbrella. Your mind wandered to your mum’s offer to return home. You could help her as a healer for the wizard population in your town, but that wasn’t what you wanted to do. In fact, you didn’t really know what you wanted to do.
You’d spent the last few years after Hogwarts, after the war, trying to figure out just that. But when you reconnected with Michael randomly in other parts of Europe while traveling, you were swept away. You were together for nearly 2 years… So figuring out what you wanted to do was put on hold when you decided to fall in love.
The rain wasn’t letting up. Your feet were soaked. You could apparate to your flat, but most of the tenants were muggle, so that wasn’t an option. Just like how you couldn’t use any magic at work. Stupid statute of secrecy. Okay, you did understand the reasoning for it, but you were just flustered about the rain. It was England though, so the dreary weather can only be expected. You were so preoccupied mentally that you didn’t even notice the blur of bushy brown hair coming at you.
“Oof!” you groaned as you bounced back from slamming bodies into another on the street. “Merlin, I’m sorry.” You let the wizarding slang slip.
“Oh, I didn’t see you there,” a familiar voice spoke at the same time.
“Hermione?” you asked, looking under the hood of her rain jacket.
“Y/N! Hi! When did you move back? I haven’t seen you since- since-” Hermione’s voice trailed off. Mostly everyone’s did when the last time they saw each other was shortly after the Battle of Hogwarts.
“I’ve been back for almost 9 months,” you thought, 3 of those miserable…oh well.
“How haven’t I seen you yet! What are you doing? I'm so happy I ran into you. Why don’t we get out of the rain and we can catch up?” You just nodded, knowing Hermione was not someone who would take a no from you. “Excellent! There’s a little pub over here. It’s clean, quiet, and quite nice overall.”
You were not planning on doing anything but going home and showering as you still smelled like the restaurant you worked in, but this would be better than spending your night wallowing in self-pity. So, you followed Hermione down the London street and into the dry pub, feet and socks completely soaked through.
“So,” Hermione started, settling into a seat and taking off her coat. “What have you been up to? What are you doing now?”
You sat there thinking about your sad existence. You didn’t want to talk about Michael and you didn’t want to particularly talk about your dead end job or the tiny flat that you had moved into. “Uhhh…I’m making ends meet. Looking at some different jobs.”
Hermione ordered you both a beer and when the waiter brought them, you held it tightly in your hand, enjoying the coolness of glass.
“What about you?” you asked, taking a sip and looking at Hermione, hoping to get the focus off of your life.
“I’m working in the ministry now. It’s a lot of work, but I like it a lot. I like being able to make a change in the ministry and rebuilding our community.”
“That’s fantastic. Everyone always knew you’d do important things.”
Hermione laughed at that. “I don’t know. People still ignore me when I talk about having rights for house elves, but that’s one cause I refuse to relinquish.”
“Hermione!” a voice said from behind you.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. I was meant to meet Harry and Ron here tonight. Running into you was just a happy accident! I’m sure they’d love to see you. Over here!” Hermione waved to them as you felt the two boys got closer.
Oh great, more people from school. And you still hadn’t showered, so you still felt the stares of all those gross old men.
“Look who I ran into today,” Hermione grinned, motioning to you.
“Y/N! Blimey! How long has it been?” Harry asked, hugging you. Yes, he was hugging you. You weren’t even that close with the trio in school. But, having familiar faces around was refreshing.
“Hello,” Ron nodded in your direction. You were surprised when you felt little flutters in your stomach. You hadn’t had a feeling like that in months. You had always had a crush on Ron, but just from a far. You were much too nervous to ever act on it. He had all of these wild adventures and you just went through school focusing on well, school.
“Hi,” you responded quietly. Harry sat next to Hermione, which left Ron to sit next to you. Conversation flowed easily, you laughed for the first time in months. You felt like you had a place where you belonged since moving to the city.
You fell in with Hermione, Ron, and Harry easily over the next few weeks. You still kept her flat and job to yourself, but you had people to spend time with after work and on the weekends! No to mention, Hermione was helping you look for other jobs. She didn’t know you were serving, but she did know that you were unhappy with what you were doing. It was nice. And none of them knew about Michael either, even though they all went to school together.
You grew closer with each of them in their own way. You felt comfortable with each one and you were happy to call them your friends. Hermione would always hold a special place in your heart because she was the one who invited you to the pub that day, but you and Ron’s relationship grew exponentially. He would joke and mess around with you like he had known you for years. There was this magnetism about him that just pulled you in. That crush reemerged, but you weren’t ready to let anyone in again.
You were definitely healing, but part of that healing meant that you built a stonewall firmly around your heart. There might as well be barbed wire and electricity reinforcing the wall that it was closed up so tightly. With all of that, your heart still fought against the wall, beating hard each time the red head made you laugh. You kept him at an arm’s length, but your elbow seemed to be bending a little more with each interaction.
Then, a night out happened. You had finally felt as though you could let loose. You wound up at a pub with the trio and Ginny after going to a pop-up wizarding club. The lights and the music and atmosphere were more than you could ever imagine. It was the best night that you had had in forever. You didn’t go overboard with drinking or anything but you had a good buzz going on. You felt great!
“Harry and I are going to go get us some drinks,” Ginny announced, getting up from your little table in the corner.
“Oh! I’ll come! I need to use the loo,” Hermione responded, following behind the other couple.
Ron slid further into the booth, resting his head on the red leather. “I reckon that was the best night I’ve had out in a long time.”
“Work does sound like it has been busy for you and Harry.”
“Most definitely. I don’t understand why people can’t just follow the rules. It would make my life easier.” You chuckled at the casualness in his voice. “How has your week been? We didn’t see you aren’t much in the evenings.”
“I had some long shifts.” You kept it all vague, but that didn’t stop Ron from noticing how you were holding back. He could tell from the tone of your voice. At this, he rolled his head to look at you. You sitting there, playing with your fingers.
“You look really nice tonight,” Ron admitted, taking in your side profile.
“Thanks.” You avoided his eyes, but his blue eyes were just asking for you to look deep into them. Those alarm bells were going off in your head. You were not going to let yourself be swept away again.
“I don’t know if you are actually getting how beautiful you look.” He smiled softly. “You’ve actually looked beautiful every day from the moment we reconnected.”
Your cheeks felt warm as you took the salt shaker in your hands to preoccupy yourself. “I was wearing a polo and khakis when we met again.” You snickered, remembering how much you had just wanted to go home and shower.
“Yeah, but you can really work khakis,” he flirted. He’d been flirty before, but something about this felt different. And where were Ginny, Harry, and Hermione. Getting drinks didn’t usually take THAT long. Those alarm bells were getting louder as Ron moved a little closer to you.
Your heart and your head were saying very conflicting things. One was thinking ‘there is a very cute boy sitting close to you AND flirting with you! Go for it!” and the other was saying ‘remember the last time that you let a boy get this close to you!?! That didn’t end so well!!’ It was very confusing and made your head hurt.
Before you could listen to either one, Ron was a mere centimeters from you, eyes flashing between your own and your lips. “I’ve really liked seeing you again.” He whispered. “I know we weren’t close in school, but I really wish we would have been.”
You breath hitched in your throat. This was literally like a childhood dream coming true. You closed your eyes and let his lips connect with your own. It was sweet, but quick, because you pulled away, eyes shooting open again.
“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, no, it’s not you,” You shook your head, gathering your bag. “I do have to go, though.”
“I thought we were all going back together! Bloody hell, it’s 1 in the morning. Just wait for all of us.”
“No, no! It’s fine, tell the others I said goodbye! I’ll see you all soon.” You rushed towards the door, not even noticing that you were running past Harry and Ginny with glasses in their hands for all of you. You didn’t stop at the door when Hermione asked where you were going. The moment you stepped outside, you darted in the alley and apparated just a block or so from your flat.
The cold nipped at your skin. Merlin, you left your coat back at the pub. Your lips still tingled, asking for the connection once again. Ignoring the feeling, you briskly walked to your apartment building and stuck the key in the door. You were almost to the safety of your small, but warm flat when you heard the familiar *pop* of an apparating wizard.
“You left something back at the pub,” his soft, deep voice called out to you. You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was, but you really weren’t sure how he knew where you went.
Slowly turning from the door to your apartment building, you faced the redhead that you had just left. “Thanks,” you whispered. “How did you know where to find me?”
“Hermione has known where you lived all along,” he chuckled. Your eyes widened at that comment. She always was the brightest witch in your year, figures she’d find the truth about this out. “But, if you wanted to keep it to yourself, we figured that we should let you.”
“Doesn’t make me feel much better now,” you mused.
“Why’d you run away?” he asked, jumping straight to the punch, your coat still in his hand. He had been a Gryffindor after all, bravery and looking for action.
“I had something to do. I need-needed to water my plants,” you lied. Gosh, you were awful at lying.
“At 1 AM?” Ron raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, they’re on a weird watering schedule. Keeps me up all night,” you joked.
“Why have you been keeping us at an arm’s length? I thought we were all becoming great friends,” he continued.
“I’m not doing that,” you lied again.
“Bollocks Y/N! You are. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you stop short before the end of a story. Or how you keep all of your answers about the last 2 years as vague as possible. Part of me felt like we were creating something, building up to something. We clicked, Y/N. You can’t deny that.”
You looked at your feet, keys still dangling on your fingers.
“Who hurt you?” Ron asked directly. “I remember you in school. You may have been quiet, but you were so full of life and so full of potential.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. How could this boy read you so well? You’d given him nothing to work with. But, him remembering how you were in school struck a chord. He’d noticed you…
“It had to be pretty bad if you refuse to open up to anyone.”
You closed your eyes, breathing out deeply as you laughed to yourself. Bad didn’t even begin to cover it.
-
London felt like a whole new world. It was so exciting to be back in the city and starting a new life with the boy that could potentially be your forever. You had never felt more optimistic or hopeful about the beginning. Everything was falling into place. Michael started his job with Gringotts and was making good money, so that gave you time to shop around for a job that you truly wanted.
Michael was to meet you for lunch at your favorite little café, so you figured you would get there early to put your name in. You felt giddy with excitement. Michael said that he had some news for you and you could only imagine it was something like talking to your dad to finally ask for your hand.
You ordered an iced tea for yourself and tea for Michael along with a few appetizers for the both of you. Your 2 year anniversary was the next week. This would be a romantic day no matter what. He’d been working so many hours, but that was part of being newer at the bank.
Glancing at your watch, you watched as the hands moved from 11:45 to 12:15. You may have been early, but now Michael was running late. He didn’t show up until 12:30.
“Hello, hun,” you greeted him, standing to kiss his cheek. “Work was busy I’m assuming.”
“Yes, it was.” Michael was being short with you, how odd.
“At least you managed to get away. I ordered some of your favorites. I hope you don’t mind. You said-”
“I need to tell you something, Y/N.” Michael cut you off.
You looked up with him at bright eyes. Maybe he was just nervous. And going to ask you something that would change your life forever!
“Go ahead,” you responded calmly, hiding your excitement.
“We are breaking up. I’m breaking up with you.”
The words stung as he spoke them. You didn’t understand. Where was this coming from? He had literally asked you to come and live with him here. Before you could even stutter or ask, he stood up again and left. You were left there alone.
Not wanting to break down in the middle of a London café, you made your way to the flat you shared through glossy eyes. Maybe you should pack? You couldn’t stay there. You didn’t have the money to afford that flat. Where would you go? Why did he do this?
Instead of putting your things in bags and flying around in a blind rage, you sat on the couch. Emotions were swirling around inside you, but you just sat there and stared at the wall, unsure of what to do.
Michael returned to the flat promptly at 6:30, when he usually did. “Oh, I didn’t think you would be here.” The shock was evident on his face.
“Where else would I go?” you got out in a hoarse crack. “Why are we breaking up? I think you owe me that.”
“I don’t love you.” He stated simply. “You were a good bandage for a while, there when I needed you, but I’m sorry. I don’t love you. I never did.” You’d been holding back your tears all evening, but it was no use anymore. They came flowing like a waterfall.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He wasn’t actually sorry. You could hear the lack of emotion in his words.
You just shook your head at him. You couldn’t look at him once more. You wanted to scream and cry, but he didn’t seem to care at all, so why should you. Why should you show him and give him the satisfaction to know that he had broken you?
You stood up straight, wiped the tears quickly. “Go out to dinner. I’ll be gone by the time you get home.”
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Ron stood at a small distance, watching you see a past memory flash across your eyes. You had built that wall for a reason, but maybe it was time for it to come down was all Ron could think about when he looked at you.
“I was hurt,” you whispered. You were still standing in the street, but you didn’t want him to see your sad flat. “Badly. I can afford to let someone else in, not when I gave my everything already.” You shook your head.
“You should talk to someone about it.” Ron offered. “It won’t hurt you so much then.”
“I don’t like to relive it.”
“Can you at least tell me who?” Ron asked, walking closer to you.
“You might know him.” You scrunched up your face. You didn’t really want to talk about your ex, but it was starting to boil over inside of you.
“Please tell me.” Ron asked again, eyes pleading with you.
“It was Michael Corner…” After the name, everything spilled out of you like word vomit. Meeting him again, the 2 years you spent together, the break-up, the fact that you didn’t even really know why he broke up with you, everything. You wouldn’t be surprised if Ron walked away right after that. It was a lot for anyone to handle.
When you finished, you searched Ron’s face for any sign of, well, anything. Any feeling, any inkling of what he might be thinking. “Say something?”
“That bloke deserves a swift punch in the gut.”
The bluntness surprised you so much that you just started to laugh maniacally. How could the simple words improve your mood so much?
“Would you like a cup of tea?” Ron then asked as he moved close enough to rub your arms with his hands. “You’re freezing.”
You nodded at him, agreeing that getting out of the cold was probably a good idea. You gave in. Ron already knew you lived in the building, so there’d be no use in trying to convince him to go somewhere else at nearly 2 AM. Once the kettle was on the stove and you settled onto the lumpy couch, you felt relaxed.
“I just have to say it,” Ron broke the silence. “What Corner did to you was terrible, but he is missing out. You are brilliant and funny and amazing at making the most out of a shitty situation.” He rambled.
You just chuckled in response, playing with a nonexistent thread on the couch. “Thanks,” was all you managed to say.
“I’d like to take you out sometime. If you would be okay with that, of course.” Ron followed.
You felt the walls around your heart begin to crumble. As if each word that Ron spoke, another stone was being pulled out of its place. It was loosening its hold. Your heart wanted to break free.
“Of course, after your story, I understand if you aren’t ready. I’ll wait until you are, but you should know that I will have flowers delivered here every day until that time. Just so you remember that I’m waiting around.” He chuckled at his own idea.
The smile that grew on your lips was real and genuine. Your heart was fluttering so wildly that it bashed against your walls from the inside. But when you looked Ron in the eyes, those blue eyes that looked so concerned for you, the wall just imploded. Each side surrounding your heart, well, the walls fell down.
“I’d like that,” you responded simply.
“Brilliant,” Ron got out as the kettle began to whistle, signaling the boiling water. “I’ll go prepare us some tea and then we can pick a date and time for our date and then you can leave the rest up to me.”
You watched, feeling content, skin burning with warmth as the boy who wiggled his way past your walls poured you a cup of tea.
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Ok, I think I've lost my mind for this plot! Though I didn't like how I wrote part 2, I want to give this last part a try! I'm sorry for spamming you with Thomas Shelby content, but I hope you like this✨
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pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader, Grace Burgess x reader (platonic)
warnings: a little bit of angst. There might be some grammatical errors since English is not my first language. This gif imagine is written on the reader's p.o.v
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A few days had passed since my encounter with Polly. I had managed to find a job as a barmaid (an ironic twist, that was) at a pub near my sister's house, and Leonard had started going to a nice school. I wished for him to be taught everything possible and have the opportunity to go live abroad when he got older. I had hoped for Thomas to come and see his son, but I didn't have high expectations after what he had done. Indeed, he never came.
At that time I was walking around Small Heath, since my sister had taken Leonard to visit her best friend's children, who were the same age as him. After some time, I ended up in front of the Garrison pub.
Somehow, I always found my way there.
I decided to go in, and see if Thomas was there. What could have kept him from visiting his son? I also had to see who was the bartender Polly told me about. Was she nice, at least?
The Garrison was packed with people, and the smell of root beer and whiskey filled the whole room. I went straight for the counters, to try to talk to that mysterious blond haired woman.
“Can I have some vodka?” I asked her, as politely as I could. “Sure” she answered me “Straight?”. I nodded, then, out of the blue, she started talking to me.
“It's so nice to see a woman here. There are too many men in this place, I sometimes want to kick them out. By the way, my name is Grace” she said. “Y/n” I answered “It's so nice seeing a woman for me too. Before the war, there were so many in here. They loved the music”. Grace seemed a bit shocked. Maybe Tommy had talked to her about me?
“Do you want to see Thomas? He would be happy to see you” she told me, smiling and finally giving me my vodka. I felt a strange vibe coming from her, like she was hiding something. Maybe Tommy had thought the same thing?
I nodded, then Grace walked away, into the Peaky Blinders' private room. After what seemed to be an hour, someone walked out of that smoke-filled room. It was Thomas.
We both stared at each other for a long time, before I walked up to him and slapped his face. Twice.
“You knew!” I told him “You knew that I had come back, and what did you do? Nothing! Leonard keeps asking for you, his father. What are you waiting for to visit him? The apocalypse, uh?”. I kept rambling about how he neglected his child, how he never looked for me after I moved to London, how he never really loved me.
“I love you, and I always will, Y/n” he said “I'm sorry for what I've done, but I'll try to mend the cracks in our relationship. I'm sorry. I'll do anything I can”. I just wanted to hug him and tell him that everything was ok, but I couldn't find the courage to. I felt betrayed.
“There is no relationship anymore, Thomas. We both know that you're not a faithful man, and I can't even imagine what you've done in the time I've been away. I will forever be grateful to you for having given me a child, and having assured our safety, but you cared for me as you'd do for Ada. You rarely sent me letters, you never looked for me. We both knew the dangers of us being together, what we could have gone through, but we didn't care. It's been twelve years, Tommy. It's time to let go”. I had begun crying from what I had said. It hurt me so much, but I couldn't live knowing that the man I've always loved didn't love me anymore. “You can come and visit Leo when you want” I added “He would be so happy to see you”.
Thomas didn't move, it seemed like he was about to cry. “I'm sorry, y/n.” he said “I hope you'll give me another chance someday”
“Tommy, I love you, and I always will, but It can't go on like this” I remarked, and walked out of the Garrison.
Little did I know, was that Grace had watched everything, smiling. She had finally broken the last bond that Thomas had with his "old self". She had fulfilled her mission. She was happy of having broken a family which had struggled to keep itself together, but nevertheless had always had love within its walls.
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Summary: Spencer is annoyed at you and your friend, and you’re a klutz
“Alright!" You cheer, "Let's get started!"
You're over at your friend (F/N)'s new apartment that they just rented for the year helping them get it ready. The furniture is being delivered in the next few days, which means you have to paint the walls tonight. You both roll up the sleeves to your old shirts and you tie your hair back. You turn up the volume to the radio on your left playing some upbeat alternative song. You walk into the hallway outside the apartment and grab a paint can, but not before seeing one of your friend's new neighbors shoot you a nasty look while unlocking his own apartment, the one directly across the hall. He's young, unlike all the senior citizens who live in the building and has long messy brown hair. Getting back to what you're doing, you grab the paint can and walk into the living room.
"Heads up (F/N), I think your neighbor across the hall already doesn't like you," you warn.
"Really? How come?" they ask while prying the lid off the can.
"He shot me this real nasty look while I was grabbing the paint, which is a shame because he's the only non-elderly person I've seen walk into this place."
"Hey, shut up!" (F/N) laughs, "I like it here, it's close to work and you."
"Yeah, yeah, just hope you like bingo night and smelling like soap," you tease.
You pour the paint into a paint tray, and (F/N) loads up their paint roller. After putting the paint can out of the way, you do the same, rolling your fresh green roller cover in the bright yellow paint. After a few hours of painting, listening to your favorite songs, and singing along (badly) with (F/N), you both had managed to paint three of of the four living room walls.
"Okay, I'm gonna go grab another can of paint, we completely emptied this one," you giggle.
"Sounds goo-OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!" (F/N) screams as they crank the volume up even louder than before, which was already pretty loud.
They began to screech along to the song while you just shake your head. Meanwhile however, a very angry neighbor from across the hall becomes completely fed up with the loud music while he's trying to read, so he storms out of his room and begins angrily knocking on the door. Unfortunately, (F/N) and the music are too loud for you to hear. Carrying the almost-empty paint can to put in the hall, you open the door completely surprised at the sight of a person there. The neighbor doesn't seem to realize that the door has been opened, so he continues knocking, which results in you receiving a knock to your face. Combine the unexpected visitor to the hit to the head, and you are quite startled, so much so that you throw the paint can into the air to cover your face with your hands to prevent another hit. The can spills whatever paint was left in it all over you and the neighbor, and the can hits your shoulder as it falls. When you open your eyes you see the neighbor, either so angry he's calm or so surprised he's forgotten his anger standing there staring at the yellow paint covering his body.
"Oh- oh my god I'm so sorry! My friend just moved in last week and I'm helping them paint and I didn't expect you to be standing here oh my god I'm sorry!" You shout as you pull off your shirt, you were wearing a tank top underneath it, and begin using it to wipe off and soak up as much paint as it can off of the boy.
He just stands there, watching you, as you blot and squeeze his shirt. While doing so you feel a bit of muscle beneath the shirt, which surprises you, because he looks very nerdy and bookish.
"The paint doesn't come out of clothes, I'm so sorry, I think your shirt is ruined. Here! Have mine! Wait, that's dumb, never mind. I'll buy you a new shirt! If you want, I mean. You might want to keep your shirt, because maybe it's your favorite or something. Oh my god is this your favorite shirt? If it is I'm so sorry! Oh my god I’m just the worst!"
"It's... okay," he says slowly.
"What?"
"It's alright," he says again, sounding as if he's not even sure if the words himself.
"Are- are you sure? I can totally afford to buy you one, not that I'm rich or anything. I actually have a minimum wage job, but I don't know why I told you that. But I can afford one, because I can't make (F/N)'s neighbors hate them before they even meet them," you say quickly.
"Yes, it's totally fine," he assures you, slightly smiling at you.
You can't help but think he looks ridiculous, wearing formal business clothes but covered in yellow paint. He has a nice smile, you think to yourself.
"If you say so, then. At least it was yellow paint, the color suits you quite well. For being covered in paint you don't look too bad."
It takes you a minute to process what you said before you palms start sweating from embarrassment.
"Well um, thank you, I guess? I've never had the paint that's been spilled on me complimented, so I'm not sure what to say," he replies, tension completely gone as he seems slightly amused.
In some spur of the moment bravery you respond, "How about you tell me when you're free? Maybe we could go to a pub or get some coffee or something like that. Whatever you want to do, I don't normally ask this sort of thing."
He seems to tense up a bit and become a bit flustered at your sudden request.
"Are you asking me out?" He asks, picking at a seam on his shirt.
"I think so?" You reply, anxiety growing every second he hasn't answered.
"But you don't even know my name," he says.
"Well, you seem like a pretty cool dude, you're nice, and it's the least I can do for someone who's night I probably just ruined," you smile.
"You didn't ruin my night," he replies, looking into your eyes.
"Well, then I mildly disrupted it," you chuckle.
He laughs slightly after you.
You take a deep breath, "So? How about it?"
"Y-yeah, yeah. I'm free this Thursday, but I can't guarantee it because my work schedule is kind of, flexible, I guess.”
"Great! Um, do you want my number in case you have to cancel?"
"Yes, that would probably be the smart thing to do," he says, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Alright," you say, returning the smile, "Do you have a pen on you?"
"Yeah, yeah," he says, pulling a pen out of his pocket after searching for it for a few seconds.
With slightly shaking hands you grab his left one, and hoping he can't feel how sweaty your hands are, you scribble out the ten numbers before asking, "Eight good? Or do you like to go to bed early, you'd still have work the next day so..."
"Eight's fine," he replies, staring at your face that's focused on your writing.
"Perfect," you smile, dramatically capping the pen before handing it to him, "See you Thursday."
You grab the paint-can which had been your goal all along and were about to head into (F/N)'s apartment when his voice stops you.
"It's Spencer, by the way, Spencer Reid."
Spencer, so now the face has a name. All your anxiety had made you completely forget about introductions, maybe the same for Spencer.
"(Y/N) (L/N), can't wait to know more, Spencer Reid."
Bonus:
"It's about dang time! I thought you got lost getting that paint!" (F/N) calls at the sound of the door shutting, but you're in a happy daze as you enter the room.
"Woah, what happened to you?" (F/N) asks at the sight of your paint-covered self.
"His name is Spencer Reid," you state.
"Who is?"
"Your neighbor."
"How do you know?"
"I'm going on a date with him on Thursday," you smile, barely aware of your conversation with (F/N).
"What?! Details (Y/N), details!!" (F/N) screeches.
"Shhh, what if he hears you?!" You giggle.
You dreamily spill the whole conversation to them, all while Spencer, just across the hall, has changed into clean clothes and is smiling to himself so much that he hasn't turned the page of his book in over a minute.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine#reid#reid x reader#reid imagine#cm#criminal minds#derek morgan#jennifer jareau#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner#penelope garcia#david rossi#jason gideon#x reader#reader insert
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If You Don't Love Me, Lie To My Face - Part I (Reylo Fanfic)
Part I | Part II | Part III | Epilogue
Summary: Grifter!Rey helps U.S. Senator Leia Organa's son, Ben Solo, out of a jam when a couple of muggers invade her turf. Afterward, she debates robbing the rich American herself, but can she protect her heart while stealing his?
Pairing: Rey + Ben Solo | Finn + Poe Dameron
Rating: E
Continuity: Modern AU
A/N: For the first time ever, I’ve actually written most of the story before I started posting! I think it will be way less stressful since I don’t have to “keep up” with updates. New chapters will be posted each Friday. Enjoy!
Master list –> AO3 | ff.net | Tumblr
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If You Don't Love Me, Lie To My Face - Part I
By: sushigirlali
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Kennington, London
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There are moments in life that make you question everything that came before. A look from a stranger, an incident at your job, a terrible movie... things Rey Niima was usually able to push past without pause, but tonight, she was finding it extremely difficult to ignore the feeling that her life was about to change forever.
"Hey, give us your wallet!" A pair of brawlers had cornered a man at the mouth of a nearby alley, drawing Rey's attention as soon as she stepped out the back door of her favorite pub, The Black Prince.
"Excuse me?" the would-be victim responded indignantly. His voice was deep with an American lilt, his stature intimidating.
Did these fools really think they could steal from a man like that? But then, not all criminals were as intelligent as her.
"You heard me! I want your wallet!"
Rey hung back from the potentially violent situation unfolding before her, sizing up the assailants. Their outfits were all black, including the ski masks covering their faces, but she couldn't see any identifying marks or gang affiliations. "Must be lone wolves," she thought.
There was something familiar about the tall one doing the talking, but she couldn't place them. It probably didn't matter, though, because the redwood with the nice accent looked like he could take the both of them with one hand tied behind his broad back.
Still, for some reason, she was finding it hard to walk the other way. Definitely not because the man was the most striking person she had ever seen. No, it had to be due to the fact that these bums were causing a ruckus on her turf. At least, that's what she kept telling herself, frozen to the spot as she was.
"Listen, I just got done volunteering at a shelter all day and just want to get home. Please allow me to leave unmolested."
"Volunteering at a shelter?" she muttered under her breath. "Well, fuck. But it's not your business, don't get involved." Rey was turning around to go back inside the pub when the sound of a gun cocking drew her up short.
"Don't make me repeat myself again, pretty boy."
"Whoa, hey, there's no need for that!"
"Then empty your pockets! Now!"
"No," he said crossly. "Put that thing away before somebody gets hurt."
"Dammit," Rey groaned, retrieving the silver baton clipped to her belt. Sometimes, she really hated having a conscience; in her line of work, it was a real liability.
"Hey, get your hands off me!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake," she growled, resolutely stalking toward the turbulent scene. "Oi! You lot!"
The big guy and his sidekick paused to look in her direction. "What?" the leader said in a surprisingly feminine voice.
"Not a guy," Rey mused. "Based on your absolutely abominable bullying technique, I don't think you're getting that guy's wallet any time this century, so why don't you just leave him alone and move along."
"Excuse me?" the woman said threateningly.
"I'm sorry, did I stutter?"
"You move along, little mouse, this doesn't concern you!" the shorter guy spat.
"You do know who's neighborhood this is, don't you?" Rey said tauntingly.
"Yeah?" the first one said dismissively. "So what."
"So, knock it off! We don't need the fuzz coming down here because some hooligans are roughing up a foreigner."
"Hooligans?! And who the fuck are you?"
"Me?" Rey sneered, flicking the baton out to the side so that it extended into a long poll. "I'm no one."
"Phas," the skinny guy said nervously, obviously recognizing her at last, "we should go."
Rey had never been so proud of her reputation as a grifter who was just as likely to steal an expensive piece of art from the peerage in an elaborate heist as kick a thug's ass in the street.
"But the boss—"
"He'll understand."
"But—"
"Phas!"
"Fine. But don't think this is over!" the woman yelled before running off with her companion.
"Well," the American said slowly, "that was an experience I never wish to repeat again." He smiled at her. "Thank you," he said sincerely.
"You're welcome," Rey replied gruffly, still riding high on adrenaline. "Do you always walk around by yourself at night in a city not your own?"
"Do you always save unsuspecting passersby from thieves?" he retorted.
Her phone went off, but she didn't answer it. Up close, the man was even more attractive than she had initially thought. "Suit looks expensive, too… and is that a Breitling?" Perhaps it was her lucky night after all. "Only if they're handsome," she said smoothly.
"Oh, uh…" he flushed at her compliment.
"Hmm… not the reaction I expected." It was kind of refreshing, though. "Sorry, I—ugh, one sec," she said as her cell went off again. "My brother," she explained, checking the caller ID. "I have to take this or he'll just keep phoning until I pick up."
The man shrugged, "No problem, I'll just wait over here." He stepped up onto the curb and walked a few paces away.
Rey nodded and lifted the phone to her ear. "What?" she said shortly.
"Who's the stiff?" Finn asked without preamble.
"Nobody."
"Right," he huffed. "Are you working him?"
"Undecided, stop pushing."
"Whatever you say, Rey. Just be careful."
"I will. Where are you anyway?" she said, humored by his tough older sibling act.
"Hanging outside the pub, just around the corner. Why? You need me?" Finn teased.
"No, I'll catch you later. Don't wait up." She ended the conversation before he could respond and stuffed the phone into her back pocket. "Sorry about that, uh…?"
"Ben," the stranger supplied, moving closer again. "Ben Solo."
"I'm Rey," she said, holding out a hand.
Ben's lips quirked and he gave her a firm handshake, his huge hand dwarfing hers. Rey felt a shiver run up her spine at the brief contact, but she shook it off.
"So, what's that for?" he indicated the weapon still in her hand. "Joining the circus?"
"No," she grinned, "it's a bo staff. I use it for self defense."
"And the defense of others," he said warmly.
"On occasion." She folded the bo staff back into a baton before reattaching it to her belt.
"Can I get you a drink?" he nodded toward the pub. "To say thank you?"
"I was actually on my way home before I… bumped into you."
"I could… walk you home? If you want." He didn't sound desperate, but it was a near thing.
"I'm not from around here," she said evasively. She couldn't really bring him back to her base of operations, which was only a few blocks down the street, but she didn't want to stop talking to him either. "What a dilemma."
"No? Where are you from then?"
"Nowhere."
"Okay… Well, I promise I'm not a pervert or a serial killer or anything," he said earnestly, "so you can come back to my hotel with me if you want. It's late and I'd hate for anything to happen to you."
She crossed her arms. "Because I'm a woman?"
"Hey, I'm 6'3" and double your weight and I almost got jumped like ten minutes ago," he reminded her. "It can happen to anyone."
"Fair enough," she allowed, lowering her defenses. "Still…"
"I can call my security detail if you want verification that I'm not a psycho," he offered. "I'd just like the opportunity to get to know the woman who saved my hide."
Rey's interest sharpened. "That's sweet, but uh… security detail?"
"Yeah," he said nonchalantly. "My mother is a U.S. Senator. I'm in town on her behalf. She was supposed to come herself, but her re-election campaign is heating up and she couldn't spare the time."
"You disapprove," she said perceptively.
Ben's dark brows shot up. "Yeah, actually. You a mind reader, Rey from nowhere?"
"Something like that," she smirked. "I prefer the term grifter."
"Grifter?" he said curiously. "What does that mean, exactly?"
"Oh, you know," Rey winked for effect, assuming the privileged American was about to run in the opposite direction, "I swindle rich people out of their valuables by preying on their weaknesses. Basically, I'm a professional bad guy."
Ben looked hopelessly confused by her explanation. "But you just helped me."
"Well, sometimes I like to help out the little guy." Rey looked him over. "Little big guys too."
"Like Robin Hood?" he said, disarming her with a crooked smile.
"What? I wouldn't say I'm—I'm a hero or anything," she stuttered.
"Well, you're my hero," he said smoothly, holding out a hand. "That's my driver pulling up over there, in the black Jag. Join me? Please?"
"I… okay," she agreed, placing her hand in his, "but just for a little while." This time, she couldn't ignore the shiver.
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Alarm bells should be going off in her head, but Rey felt perfectly comfortable with her new companion. It was odd, considering her trust issues, but Ben didn't seem to be only interested in her looks. And she knew she looked good tonight, her dark leather leggings were basically painted on and her lacy bra was visible through a mostly sheer black tank top. Add on her subtle smoky makeup and half-up hair style that emphasized her cheek bones and...
"Rey?"
She loved the way he said her name, almost like a caress. "Yes?"
"Are you hungry? I haven't had dinner yet."
"Oh, sure," she said, never one to give up a free meal. Though she did kinda wish something else was on the menu… "What is wrong with you? You just met the man! Note to self: masturbate more."
"Chinese okay?"
Her mouth watered. "Perfect."
"What do you like?"
"Besides you?" she said without thinking. "Uh, I mean—anything, really. Noodles, if they have them."
Ben let her comment pass, but he was beaming. "I like noodles too. Maybe some kind of chicken? Orange?"
"Excellent," she seconded.
"You're easy," he said, but then caught himself, looking horrified. "I mean to order food for, not—"
"It's okay," she laughed, patting his thigh. "I know what you meant."
"Sorry, I haven't done this in a long time," he said sheepishly, catching her hand before she could remove it.
"This?"
"Gone on a date."
"Oh." Was this a date? Rey couldn't remember the last time she had been on one. Pretty much anytime she'd been alone with a man not her brother in the past ten years it was because she intended to rob them.
"Not that this has to be a date," he said quickly, releasing her hand. "Sorry, I keep saying stupid things."
Dammit, but he was cute. "You don't have to keep apologizing," she replied lightly. "Let's just have dinner and talk and see where that takes us." Maybe the night would lead to some fun extracurricular activities, maybe not, but at least she'd be able to case his place. Based on what she knew so far, the guy definitely came from old money. "Just keep reminding yourself that he's potentially a mark, not a boyfriend, Rey."
"Sure," he smiled, looking relieved. "Hey, Poe?" he said to the driver. "Can you pick up some food after dropping us at the hotel? We're starving."
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Ben fumbled a little opening the door, but quickly recovered and ushered Rey inside with a gallant sweep of his arm. The hotel was nice, but not extravagant, something she found odd for the son of a U.S. Senator. Then again, he had apparently been helping out at a shelter all day, so maybe he really was as down to earth as he seemed.
"The bathroom is through there if you need it," he pointed toward the bedroom.
"I'm fine, thanks."
"Okay, I'm just going to grab a quick shower. Poe should be back within the hour, so make yourself at home."
"Can I join you?" she was tempted to say. "Sure, I'll just watch the telly."
Ben nodded and left the room. A few seconds later, Rey heard the water start. Flipping on the TV, she left it on the cartoon channel before having a look around.
There weren't any expensive electronics or pieces of art in plain sight, so Rey could only assume that anything valuable would be in his room. "Oh, well, nothing gained, nothing lost. Better update Finn, though."
Yanking her cell out, Rey sent a quick text to her brother with Ben's name, the hotel's address, and a couple sentences about the modest state of his living room. He answered her almost immediately, sounding concerned.
Finn: Are you sure about this bloke? If you're not there to rob him, I assume that means you're interested in something else?
Rey: Yes? Maybe? I don't know. We just met, but…
Finn: At least text me later, okay? So I don't have to worry
Rey: I will. Love you 3
Finn: Love you too, peanut
Finn: ...check the room safe if you get a chance. Those types of hotels always have them and you never know what might be inside ;)
Rolling her eyes, but knowing he was right, Rey listened for a moment. It sounded like Ben was still in the shower, so she took the opportunity to pop into the bedroom and search his closet. A standard issue hotel safe was at the back, surrounded by some very nice black suits.
It wouldn't have been hard to crack the safe if she had her gear, but her heart wouldn't have been in it even if she did. She didn't want to rob Ben Solo, which was a first. Still, she did appreciate a challenge...
"Did you need something?"
Rey whipped around to see her host in nothing but a low slung white towel. "No, I—uh…"
"Would you like something to change into?" he inquired kindly.
Unable to respond with his magnificent chest and long thighs on display, Rey just shook her head in the negative. His brow creased and she felt like a kid who had been caught snooping for Christmas presents. "Shit, shit, shit, I've totally blown it!" Backtracking to the living room, she wasn't surprised when he followed. "What should I do? Oh, god, I don't want him to think…"
"Rey, what you said earlier… about being a… what did you call it? A grifter? Are you—mmph!" he started, unable to complete his thought as Rey impulsively reached up to kiss him.
But instead of pushing her away and demanding an answer, Ben threaded his fingers through her hair and dragged her closer. Taking his response as permission, Rey wrapped her arms around his waist, gripping his bare back as the kiss went on and on.
Somehow, they ended up next to the couch. Rey pushed Ben into a sitting position and climbed onto his lap, rubbing her clothed core against the tent in his towel. "Rey," he whispered, lips trailing down to her neck, "Rey, I want you."
"Yes," she responded as he reached for her waistband. Coming up on her knees, she growled when he yanked her leggings and underwear down her hips with one forceful tug. Things were getting out of control, going too far too fast, but she didn't care; she wanted him too. "Help me," she demanded, legs trapped by the constricting garments.
"I've got you," he huffed, reaching behind her to unzip her black combat boots and pull her pants the rest of the way off.
Meanwhile, Rey tore her top and bralette over her head before going to work on the towel barely covering his lap. "Wow!" she blew out a breath, zeroing in on his ardent erection when it was uncovered. He was big, maybe bigger than anyone she'd ever been with. Would he fit?
"Fuck," Ben sighed, sitting back to stare at her body, "you're beautiful, Rey."
Feeling weirdly shy about the sincerity in his sinful voice, Rey kissed him again in lieu of a response, reaching between them to spread herself for entry.
"Wait," he said, gasping for air, "what about protection?"
"Implant," she mumbled, rubbing her slit against the tip of his penis. "I'm clean, are you?"
"Yeah, I haven't—oh, god—uh, done it in a while."
"Good." She felt strangely possessive of him, this man she had just met. It pleased her that he didn't sleep around. "Fuck me, then. Raw."
Ben slammed his mouth down on hers again, positioning his dick with one hand and gripping her left buttock with the other. But he didn't ram himself home, instead he teased her hole, sliding only a fraction of the way in before retreating. He did it over and over, mimicking the action with his tongue until she was incoherent with desire, squirming, imploring him to fill her…
And then he was, and she found that he fit very well inside her indeed. His thick cock seemed to be made for her, hitting all the right spots and ones she hadn't even known existed until now. "Ben!" she cried, furiously pumping her hips in time with his thrusts. "This is—you're—"
"I feel it too!" he returned, palming her breast and teasing her erect nipple. "From the first moment I saw you, I—"
She licked his mouth, begging for entrance, not wanting to hear his sweet words even as they made her heart soar. He opened for her, but was obviously frustrated that she had cut off his declaration. Before she knew it, the hand squeezing her ass drew back and lightly smacked against her butt-cheek.
"Oh!" Rey jolted at the slight sting, but it wasn't in pain. On the contrary, she requested, "Again! Ben, do that again, please! I'm—"
Knock, knock.
"Oh, shit, Poe's at the—"
"Don't you fucking dare, Ben Solo," she growled, bouncing up and down on him with renewed vigor. But the driver started knocking harder, likely because of the guttural sounds erupting from Ben's throat. "Come on, man, can't you tell we're busy?!"
"But—shit!" Ben hauled her against him, no longer playing, just looking for relief before his friend broke the door down.
Rey found his soft grunts and swears endearing, so she took pity on him and increased her pace even further. "Come for me, Ben," she instructed, grinding down on him with all her might. "Come now and then we can eat. Or you can eat me, whichever you prefer."
The dirty talk seemed to work, because in the next minute, Ben was biting down on her shoulder, shaking with the force of his orgasm. Not far behind, Rey led his hand to her swollen nub, needing just a hair more stimulation to tip over the edge. Almost instantly, his trembling touch sent her into climax. Still vaguely aware of what's-his-name banging on the hotel room door, she pressed her mouth to Ben's pectoral to muffle her cries and came for what felt like ages…
"That—was—amazing," Ben panted, hugging her so tightly she thought she might pop. "The—best—I've—ever—had!"
"Me—too," she couldn't help but admit.
Loosening his hold, Ben cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly. "Thank you."
"Ah—you're welcome," she said, smiling like an idiot. Before she could lean in again, Poe resumed making his presence known.
"Ben? Are you okay? Answer me! Did that woman kill you? Your mother will be so pissed if you're dead." He hit the door again. "Either answer me in the next ten seconds or I'm going to get security!"
"I'm fine, great, alive, whatever!" Ben called back loudly. "And annoyed," he said to Rey. "Go into the bedroom for a minute while I get rid of him."
"Okay," she agreed, gingerly getting up. They both groaned when he slipped out of her, which Rey found gratifying. "Can I use the shower now?"
"Sure, there are towels under the sink. My sleep shirts are in the top drawer of the dresser," he offered.
"He wants me to spend the night?" she mused, feeling giddy and terrified all at once. "Alright," she said aloud, picking up her clothes and disappearing into the bedroom she'd been casing earlier, "call out if you need backup."
"Will do," he chuckled, "will do."
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Ten minutes later, Rey emerged from the bathroom feeling fresh and back in control. Picking a long sleeve shirt out of Ben's dresser at random, she pulled it over her naked body before toweling off her wet hair. The black cotton was as soft as it was big, but Rey didn't mind; it smelled like Ben.
Catching her reflection in the floor length mirror by the closet, she was amused to see that the garment fell to her knees like a sack, giving her already slender body exactly zero shape. "Oh, well, it's not like I plan on wearing it lon—"
A disturbance in the living room suddenly diverted her reverie. Sneaking to the door, she carefully cracked it and peaked out.
"You can't just keep her here!" Poe nearly shouted at Ben.
"Keep your fucking voice down," he snarled back. "You're not my boss or my mother and you can't tell me what to do. I'm a grown ass man!"
"Maybe so, but you're acting like a teenager! You can't just sleep with some chick you picked up off the side of the road when Leia is counting on you to—"
"I told you," Ben said through gritted teeth, "she saved my ass and I wanted to get to know her. I didn't hire her for the fucking night!"
"Could have fooled me," Poe scoffed. "For all you know, she could have been in on the attack and—"
"Get out!" Ben ordered, clearly at his wit's end. "I'll call you when you're needed again, if you are."
"Are you firing me?!"
"Not yet," Ben said grimly, marching to the door and flinging it open. "Just go before I forget that you're my best friend and say something I regret."
"Fine," Poe said, storming out of the apartment. "Let me know when you come to your senses!"
Ben slammed the door shut, then turned around and leaned on it. Scurrying back into the bathroom before he caught her eavesdropping, she started combing her hair, attempting to look natural in case he came in after her. When he didn't, she tried not to feel disappointed.
Leaving her damp hair hanging loose around her shoulders, Rey found him sitting at the dining table in his towel with several brown paper bags in front of him. He looked lost in thought and she hoped he hadn't taken Poe's opinion about her motives to heart. "Wotcher, Ben?" she asked hesitantly.
"Hmm?" he said, looking up at her. "Sorry, I was just...uh…" The arrested look on his face made her toes curl. "Wow, you look amazing."
"This old thing?" she joked, sidling up next to him. "I borrowed it from a mate."
"He has good taste," he said, opening his arms.
"I certainly think so," she said coyly, moving to sit sideways on his lap. Rey curled one arm around his neck and placed the other one on his chest. "Are you still hungry?"
"For food?" he choked, holding her so that she wouldn't slide off.
"Food," she nodded, leaning her forehead against his, "and other things."
One of Ben's large hands inserted itself between her thighs. "These kinds of things?" he murmured. "I think we can—fuck!" he bit his lip as he discovered that she wasn't wearing anything underneath his shirt.
"We can certainly fuck," she teased, "but—oh!" Rey gasped as he stood with her in his strong arms. "Ben? What are you…?"
Before she could get the words out, he'd pushed their dinner out of the way and laid her down on the table. Placing the backs of her knees in the crook of each arm, Ben pulled her forward until her butt was on the edge of the table and her pussy was level with his mouth.
"Having dinner," he said in the most ridiculously sexy tone of voice she'd ever heard, flipping his nightshirt up so that she was bare from the waist down.
"Oh, god!" she whimpered as he lowered his head. "Ben, you don't really have to—ah!" Gripping the back of his head as he started to lick her folds, Rey shuddered every time his long nose bumped against her clit.
"Enjoying yourself?" he said a little arrogantly. "Is this why you came home with me? Cause you wanted me to make you feel good?"
Considering how very well he was treating her, and the uncertainty on his face, she decided to play along. "Yes, Ben, I wanted you the second I saw you!"
He smiled slightly, then resumed tasting her. "So, does that mean you want to come?"
"That would be lovely," she sighed, enjoying the pressure of his wide mouth.
His mouth quirked at that. "Never heard sex described that way before."
"Then you're doing it with the wrong people."
"Oh?" his gaze turned hot. "And how many people have you been doing it with?"
"Not many," she said hurriedly, "and not in a long time."
"Good girl," he said silkily. "So, if I were to put my fingers inside you, would your cunt feel… full?"
"Yes!" she panted, so wet she was dripping onto the table now.
"Let's see then."
Arching her back as he slid two fingers inside her body, Rey realized that she had never really known sexual satisfaction until tonight. She was twenty-five and still basically knew nothing about sex and relationships. "Huh."
Ben stopped moving, lifting his dark head to look at her. "Rey? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," she said dreamily. "I guess I've just never felt this way before."
He held her eyes for an extended moment, amber striking against hazel. "Yeah, me too." And then he was fingering her again, sucking and teasing her slick opening until she was crying out his name in ecstasy.
Afterward, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. Needless to say, they skipped dinner that night.
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Rey grunted as she felt Ben leave the bed the next morning. He had been her heater since the sheets and pillows were strewn about the room. "Come back," she said hoarsely, throat worn from use. "I'm cold."
"Just a moment," he laughed, opening the bedroom door to fetch something from the living room. "Your cell has been going off for an hour straight."
"My cell?" she yawned. Then, "Oh, no." She sat bolt upright. "Wait! Don't—"
"Rey?" Ben called in disbelief. "Who the fuck is Finn?"
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A/N: I love Kingsman and always think about Rey being a punk with a heart of gold like Eggsy. I didn't include the spy angle, but I was able to visit The Black Prince, where scenes were filled for the movie, a couple years ago and have fond memories. Anyway, reviews are appreciated! <3
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In the city that never sleeps
My last entry was 22 days ago and I never thought it would take this long till the next one. So, I'm not gonna swerve into delaying things 'again' like I usually do. Although, 22 days long is already an achievement.
After that Jamon experience, we went ahead and roam around the perimeter. What would a basic tourist want to see on her first day? Probably Alex was asking himself this. I guess, I'll never run out of amusement with how beautiful Madrid is. Like a toddler, I will ask anything unfamiliar and new, reason for its becoming. Grabbing all information I could find. We keep walking and walking until later on, I felt weary and decided to call it a day. I went to my respective temporary home, and even though it was my first night, I fell asleep quite fast. That's new.
I started the next day early. Again, it's not my typical waking hour but I'm just too giddy to get up and about. One of my initial impressions towards the locals are their fascination for dogs. There was never a day I wouldn't see a dog being walked. Average dog count in a day would probably be 10-15. Different breeds here and there, only sad part of the story is I never had the chance to pat or touch a single dog. Not one. I can only admire them from a distance, record a video, and that's the only closest I can get. I was not expecting Alex to be awake that early, so he met me at a park where I was watching dogs like a total psycho. All that was missing was a beret, a dark sunglasses and a trench coat for that ultimate complete look. We went to a pub nearby, yes a pub, opened early in the morning to serve your hangover needs. Then it was my first time to try the tortilla. Far from what I have in mind where tortillas are only limited to wraps. But this kind of tortilla is a total game changer, I could eat it everyday. I don't have a single idea how it's made but based from its appearance, it's basically a thick omelette, served and sliced like cake, depending on the restaurant I guess. The insides were filled with boiled potato cubes, and some minor herbs enough to give its unique flavor. I love anything with eggs, therefore falling for it was not difficult at all. I paired it with a cup of coffee, like any European country, they are not really fond of iced coffees, unless you go to Starbucks, which is another interesting experience. So when the coffee was served, I asked for an ice, what a wimp. After that memorable breakfast, we went home for a short while and arranged to meet up again around afternoon to go to Del Prado Museum, one of my most awaited goal.
Summer in Spain is much like in the Philippines, only there's less judgmental people, or probably none. You can wear pretty much anything of interest and comfort for no one would care. As for me, wearing revealing clothes is my weakest points. I'm too conscious with my flabby arms, legs and tummy. If only there's a way to hide my face because of its chubby features (cheek-wise) then that would be nice. Diego Velasquez is one of my heroes in the Baroque painting categories making it as my top favorite art movement. I can't remember exactly when I first laid my eyes in his truly mesmerizing work, The Las Meninas or The Ladies in Waiting. It was completed during the Spanish Golden Age as an honorable gift or favor to the royal family. Particularly King Philip IV, google is right there for an in-depth background and history. I don't know what made me endlessly struck with this seemingly simple composition, but to me it's like one-of-a-kind impossibly comparable to others. When read closely, it's as if some figures in the painting took notice of you passing by an open door, if that makes sense. Again, google in your fingertips. lol Apart from that first initial perspective, is how cool Diego included himself in the painting, doing the painting, in a painting. Not that he is self-absorbed or anything but what a refreshing concept it is. That's why it earned to be my forever long standing phone wallpaper, even before I haven't had the slightest idea that I would be seeing it in person in a such a short timeframe. In all the museums I went to, (not that many) ,Del Prado is by far the most strict when it comes to taking pictures of paintings, whether with flash or without, it is absolutely restricted. Unlike Louvre, as I mentioned before, the Mona Lisa is packed, not only with people but double that to the amount of cellphones hanging in the air. Which is why I was not totally bothered with this strict rule. Our eyes is more than enough to keep a memory. Try hard as you might but in every corner there are staffs walking around making sure no one takes a god forsaken picture. But I took a couple shots at least, should I hide away now?
Other than The Las Meninas that I've been blabbering about in the last paragraph. There are tons of other paintings I wanted to see. Like Bosch's The Garden of Earthly Delights, Goya's Saturn Devouring his Own Son. Oh Francisco Goya, I'm aware that even if I try to paint, I would never be as good as Diego Velasquez. But if I succeeded at one point, the painter that I aspire to be would be no other Francisco Goya. With him, you can feel the emotions in those brush strokes, strokes man. It's not always in perfect almost 3D clear kind of image (not all, but some) that majority of people would prefer, but when you look at his paintings it always try to evoke a back story, a deep, dark and depressing one. Some Caravaggio's were there: David and Goliath, I try to not to go as crazy because most of his works are in Italy, yes he's Italian. El Greco, Raphael, Rembrandt soon (dropping hints), we've also seen a pair Juan Luna. I was surprised in a low - key manner when we stumbled into a portrait of King Louis IV, the exact same post card of him I had in my room I bought in Versailles. Quarter part of what I love when visiting museums are the souvenir shops. All in every kind, big or small, cheap or expensive. Creative as the paintings go. Although I cannot afford in a thousand years to buy all of those I would still spend some time looking at those. I bought a few to keep, and some for my co-worker.
There is one world famous painter you might think I neglected, the known cubist, Pablo Picasso. He's a loyal-hearted Catalonia, so his own museum is located in Barcelona. I can’t blame him though, Barcelona is a beautiful city for a million reasons, if I was given an opportunity to live there, I’ll never think twice. Plus, it has a memorable and deeper personal meaning for me, which I'll be telling you in an unknown, non-specified future (: But first, Madrid. Soon we will get there.
Countless of other museums are located in Madrid alone, but I only get to see Del Prado, I can't believe that in my whole stay, I didn't get the chance to see the other significant ones like Thyssen-Bornemisza and Reina Sofia which makes the Golden Triangle of Art in Madrid. No worries though, if the universe allows, I would definitely come back. lol.
Outside the museum are those vast green field parks, lots of people hanging out and most pleasing to the eyes are the cute dogs. I needed to get home first because of the souvenirs I'm bringing. A day is not complete without drinking, and that's what we did later that night. The center of Madrid especially at nighttime is so much alive every corner of every street there are restaurants, pubs, pretty much anything you could think of; all genres, themes, nationality or gender specific.
Need to cut this short, my fingers are curling. Adios!
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FT - A Moment With You pt5
Sometime as she was shopping, the men had decided that they needed a "man" break. They decided to visit a nearby pub for some drinks and Lucy would remain at the store she was left at until they arrived. But some men had trailed after her for some time.. waiting… for her team to leave her so they can approach her. Lucy was walking out of the store onto the street now.. and then she heard it.
"I suggest you stop following us." Laxus said growling. She looked over towards the direction of Laxus' voice. Sure enough, her team was facing a group of creepy men.
"Hey man… she's single right? She's the famous Lucy Heartfilia. We just want a chance to meet her that's all" One man said smiling mischievously
"Yea… we just want to talk to her" Another creepy man said.
"Leave her alone." Natsu growled darkly.
"What if I don't wanna?"
"What are you going to do? Hahaha" That's when…. Lucy felt the power 7 years had in store for her four boys. Rocks.. and leaves on the ground began to levitate… Laxus, Gray, Natsu, and Gajeel…. All let their magic power surge.. Their bodies were surrounded by magic pressure and the ground was shaking.. It felt like a huge earthquake.. Their bodies were like silhouettes in the pillar of magic pressure each man let loose. (Like Gildarts at the S-Class Exams.) And the creepy group of men… fell on their knees.. staring in horror at the monstrous mages before them.. They couldn't speak and were sweating buckets. The magic pressure kept rising and rising.. until the men all passed out. Then the four brought their magic pressures down… the rocks and leaves fell to the ground.
"Tch.. what babies." Gajeel looked annoyed.
"UGH! I think they wet their pants!" Natsu pinched his nose to prevent himself from smelling them.
"HAHAHA serves them right. Shouldn't have messed with us." Gray said smirking
"Blondie's present better be good." Laxus said annoyed.
They all turned around to find Lucy staring at them a few feet away. She had dropped her bags and was frozen in her spot. She gulped and mentally noted to herself… NEVER… get them pissed off. And hopefully.. they weren't pissed off at her for shopping for so long…. And making them carry her bags..
"Aww cmon guys.. heh…it wasn't so bad." Lucy sweatdropped. Lucy stood nervously in the doorway of their hotel room in the case she needed to run for it. They had rented out a suite with 5 beds. How convenient it was and they got it on a discount!
"Ugh…." Natsu said lying on his stomach on his bed.
"mphmhphm…." Gray said into his pillow. Gajeel was lost for words…. He was slumped over the sofa chair with his head leaning back on the arm rest. How… HOW COULD SHE SHOP FOR 8 HOURS STRAIGHT!
Laxus was rubbing his neck as he sat on the sofa.. he didn't say a word. He expected that Lucy was a shopper and that was why he was so insistent on NOT coming to fashion fashion. She felt guilty after seeing how tired the men looked.. "Sorry guys.. but I wasn't going to waste my chance. Thanks for escorting me around though… and scaring those guys away…" Lucy blushed as she rubbed her arm.
"Oh… so you liked going around having us trail you like dogs.." Laxus said raising an eyebrow at her.
"well…." Lucy looked away blushing. "It is nice to have nice strong handsome men around."
Laxus smirked. "oh..nice…"
Gajeel looked lifted his head and gave her a smirk. "strong…"
Gray sat up from his bed smirking as well. "handsome.."
Natsu lifted his head and smiled mischieviously. "men.."
Lucy began to get hot. Their stares were making her very self-conscious.
"Ahem… well.. I'm…."
"Lucy…."
Lucy flinched as she heard a voice call out to her. The men noticed her tense up. Their smirks went away. She reached for her keys and one particular one was glowing. She gently put her fingers around it and lifted it in front of her.
"Open the Gate of the Lion! Leo!" A bright light appeared and suddenly, Lucy found herself wrapped around my strong arms. She was being hugged dearly.
"I'm sorry Lucy.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry…. I'm so sorry…" Loke said trembling.
"Loke.. Loke I'm fine.. Everything is okay." Lucy said
"NO! YOU ALMOST DIED BECAUSE OF ME!" Loke yelled trembling.
Laxus, Gray and Natsu stared at Loke with wide-eyes.. "What?!" was going through their minds. Gajeel just watched with serious eyes..
"Loke…." Lucy said as she pushed Loke away so she could look at his face. He looked so broken.. so scared… like the time at Karen's grave… then it hit her.. why Loke was acting this way.
"Listen to me carefully Loke.. I'm fine. I'm standing here right in front of you. See look." She put her hand up to his cheek.. brushing away a tear trail that had run down his face. She smiled warmly at him.
"I promise… I won't let it happen to you.." Loke said hugging her again.
"I know.. because it never will." Lucy said smiling.
"Okay… but Lucy.. I was wondering… if I could make it up to you.. by asking you to dinner." Loke said as he was still hugging her.
"WHAT!? NO!" Natsu shot out of his bed towards Loke. "Take your filthy hands off my LUCE!" Loke turned while hugging Luce to stare at Natsu. He smirked mischievously.
"So….. it is you Natsu." Natsu froze mid run. Gray, Laxus, and Gajeel were glaring at Natsu for having their cover blown.
"oh crap…" Natsu thought to himself. Loke looked back at Lucy.. her face had guilt written all over it as she looking into his eyes…
"Princess… how could you hide something like this from me… I had to find out through Crux.."
"Loke…. I can explain.."
"Now you really have to make it up to me...and so you really can't say no to dinner." Loke pouted.
"Heh…" Lucy sweatdropped.
Gajeel, Laxus, and Natsu growled.. making Loke raise an eyebrow at them.
"So… Let me guess." Loke looked at the other three men. "Laxus.. Gajeel of course" as he saw Gajeel's studs. "and my good friend Gray."
"Loke… You can't tell anyone we're here." Gray said with seriousness.
"Oh…. I won't tell. I know what grave danger you've put my beloved master here in."
The four men flinched.
"Time traveling a gap of… give or take 7 years… assuming from how much older you all look.. making you all and specifically Lucy a high target from dark guilds… or the magic council."
Gray and Natsu paled…
"taking my master on an unauthorized S-class mission.. causing her to almost die in the process"
Gajeel and Laxus paled now..
"And furthermore.. going rampantly about not caring for who sees you and how your presence in our time will affect current relationships and team dynamics"
Lucy paled now.
"Do I need to go any further?" Loke said glaring at the men.
"We believed Lucy would be the person who could help us." Gray said to Loke.
"Luce is smart and she is a celestial mage who helped opened the Eclipse Gate. I know she can find us a way for us to get back." Natsu said smiling.
"Gray… Natsu…." Lucy said softly..
"Don't worry Luce. If any dark guilds or the magic council come for you.. we'll beat them to a pulp!" Natsu said with a fist pump.
"You think that would solve anything? You'd just make the situation worse. Right now.. the best thing you can do for Lucy.. is to go home to your time." Loke said standing between Lucy and the men.
"Don't act like you're the only one who knows what's best for Lucy" Laxus said standing up. His eyes glared at Loke.
"It seems like I am the only one who cares. Do you know what you have done?" Loke said standing firmly.
"Loke.. Laxus.. Please…" Lucy said going around Loke and standing between them.
"We haven't done anything wrong. All we did was take her on a mission so that she has enough money to last her for a while. It is the least we can do for her as she finds us a way for us to go back to our time. And plus… no one's recognized us…" Gray said standing up now.
"That's what you think." Loke took out a magazine from his jacket and threw it at Gray, who caught it and looked confused. "Read it."
Gray looked at the cover page and his eyes grew wide. "What the heck is this…"
"Meet Celestial Bombshell Lucy Heartfilia's Men"
Gray quickly flipped through the pages to the section devoted to "Lucy's Men"
There were pictures of Gray and Lucy on the train.. eating together.. going into their sleeper car together.. Gajeel carrying Lucy bridal style to the hospital.. the six of them at Mount Goyang as they were leaving together.. Lucy linking arms with Gray and Natsu as they were on their way here… to fashion fashion.
"The world is watching you all and you guys didn't even notice!" Loke yelled at them.
"Loke.. what.. what happened?" Lucy looked at Loke and slowly made her way towards Gray. Natsu was close enough to see the pictures from Gray's hands.. he was frozen in his spot. Laxus was still glaring at Loke and Loke back at Laxus. Gajeel was pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Lucy went over to Gray and he handed the magazine over to her.
She flipped through the pages wide-eyed… "This…. This….."
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"I'M FINALLLY ON THE COVER OF SORCERER!" Lucy yelled estactically.
Loke collapsed over and twitched on the floor.. Laxus just looked over at Lucy and starting laughing out loud. "HAHAHAHAHAHA" he sat down on the sofa again.
"LOOK LOOK NATSU!" she went up to Natsu who was frozen with twitching eyebrows. "they have pictures of me everywhere!"
"puhahahahahahaha" Gray started laughing out loud as well. Tears were brimming at his eyes. Gajeel just face palmed himself.
Loke looked as if his soul was coming out of his mouth. "Lucy… this is not the time to be happy that you're on the Sorcerer."
"Yes it is. I finally got a major story of myself in the magazine and it's all thanks to you guys!"
"But Lucy… now everyone is going to question who they are.. and how you met them.."
"Loke.. look. No one can tell its them. Even you didn't know until Natsu said my name." Lucy said crossing her arms. "And you wonder why I didn't tell you or the others about them… because of exactly how you are acting right now."
"But… princess…"
"No Buts Loke. Go back. I'm going to help them get back to their own time and everything will be back to normal" Lucy said looking away from Loke.
"sigh… well I also came to let you know… I know how to get them back. "
"What?" they all looked at Loke.
"Yea… its simple really." Loke rubbed the back of his head.
"How?" Lucy asked.
"Horologium" Loke said
"huh? Horologium… isn't he just a clock?" Natsu asked confused.
"Yes he is a clock.. and precisely because he is a clock.. he can be used as a time gate clock"
"Really?!" Lucy asked
"Yes.. I'm only telling you this because the Celestial Spirit King has allowed me to tell you."
"Thank you Loke…" Lucy smiled.
"I'll take my leave now. Let me know if you need anything Princess" and with a flash, Loke was gone.
She looked at the 5 men…
"So…. Looks like we finally found a way for you all to go back." Lucy smiled at Natsu.
"yea.. guess so." Natsu just looked back at her.
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"Well… I'll guess I'll shower first." Lucy quickly went to the bathroom and locked the door. The sound of water running was heard soon after.
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"I guess we're going home.." Gray said sitting on the edge of his bed.
"She really did find a way.." Gajeel said looking up at the ceiling.
Laxus just sat silently. Frowning slightly as he stared aimlessly.
"home…" Natsu said softly.
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"I don't want to go to a home you don't exist in.."
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She was out on the balcony now. The night breeze blowing her hair and the deep blue ocean was reflecting the moonlight. She could see the waves and smell the ocean air.
It was a silent night... the men had all gone out for some fresh air.. or so she thought.
Someone was felt coming up from behind her. She was about to turn and meet them when something heavy and furry was wrapped around her shoulders. Looking towards her left, she saw Laxus leaning over the railing with her.
"Laxus.."
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Both looked out into the horizon..
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"Lucy…" Laxus said softly. Lucy's eyes widened… he had just said her name.. her real name.. she turned her head slowly towards him. He just kept looking out at the ocean.
"Don't give up Lucy.. promise me…" Laxus looked at her now. "Don't you dare give up. Find a way to live." A tear fell from his left eye.
Lucy brought her hand slowly up to his face.. and wiped the tear away with her thumb. She smiled. "Okay.. I promise" In a flash, Laxus engulfed her in a hug. Lucy was startled and she slowly wrapped her arms around him.
"Be patient with me… don't be scared of me…" Laxus told Lucy.. wondering what he was talking about, Lucy realized he was giving her advice.. advice on how to deal with him. Laxus let her go gently and looked into her eyes.. her brown chocolate eyes were staring right back at him. His face slowly inched closer to hers.. Lucy's heart rate was increasing… her breathing was hitching.
"OIY LUCE!" the suite doors flung open. Lucy looked towards the inside and Laxus ended up kissing her cheek gently. Lucy's eyes widened.
"Luce where are you!" Natsu yelled.
Laxus straightened up and let Lucy go.
"I better go before he burns down the place." Lucy said stuttering as she ran inside to stop Natsu's rampage.
Laxus clenched his fists.. "You always get in the way….. but I've made the first move this time… Natsu."
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Master Makarov was sitting at his desk.. a frown was on his face as he crossed his arms and legs..
"Lucy…." Master Makarov said to himself.
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The lights were out.. everyone was in their beds now… Lucy in hers.. her hands were on her keys… she was using her spiritual vision to watch them sleep.. it was a comfort to see that they were still there with her. Then she saw the red light move and start to come closer to her. And soon enough.. Natsu lifted the covers and slipped in beside her.
"Luce…. You asleep?"
"…"
Natsu gently lifted Lucy's head and put his arm under it. Lying on his side he wrapped his arms around her. He brushed aside her hair from her face.
"Lucy…. You weirdo…" Lucy was about to punch Natsu in the face for calling her weird but then she felt something warm on her forehead.. he was kissing her forehead.. he gently released and then kissed her nose.. he rubbed her cheek with his thumb. "I wish we could stay like this forever…." Lucy's heart broke.. her left arm was going numb and so was her left hand.. "Forgive me…. I'll make a lot of mistakes.. I won't know a lot of things.. I'll cause you to be in many life-threatening situations… I might seem like I don't care.. but give me a chance... and I promise to always protect you… I won't let it happen again…"
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"Please don't leave me…."
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In Lucy's mind.. "I wasn't the one you were engaged to… was I?.."
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The guild doors opened with a bang.
"Oiy Erza! You're back!" Cana said lifting her beer up to her.
"Hello Cana. Where is Mira?" Erza eyed Cana as she saw Cana on the bar counter with a keg of beer next to her.
"On a mission with Laxus." Cana said lifting an eyebrow.
"Oh?" Erza raised her eyebrows. "Mirajane has taken a mission?"
"Yup." Cana said smiling.
"Where's the rest of my team?" Erza said looking around.
"Hello Erza-san.." Wendy said coming up to Erza.
"Oh Wendy!" Erza said looking down at the blue haired girl and Carla. "Where's Natsu, Lucy, and Gray?"
"Gray-san went on a mission with Juvia-san" Wendy said
"Oh.. I would've never expected Gray to do such a thing…" Erza said rubbing her chin.
"HAHA well crazy things have been happening all over. Natsu went on a mission with Lisanna and Happy." Cana said smiling.
"Wait.. Natsu.. went on a mission with Lisanna?... without Lucy?" Erza said frowning.
"Uhm… you see…." Wendy said fidgeting with her fingers.
"You don't need to worry about Lucy at all. I was at first but that girl sure doesn't need Natsu anymore." Cana said as she took a huge gulp of her beer. Wendy just looked nervously away. Carla just frowned at Cana.
"What do you mean she doesn't Natsu anymore?" Erza said frowning still.
"Ha! You haven't heard?" Cana said loudly.
"Haven't heard what?" Erza eyed Cana suspiciously.
"Look here."
Cana handed the Erza the recent issues of Sorcerer Weekly. Erza's eyes widened as she read through the pages.
They were on their way to the train station now.. Gajeel and Laxus were walking up ahead.. Natsu lagging behind her.. while Gray walked along side her.
"Lucy… Want to hear a story?"
"Hm..? Okay" Lucy smiled.
"I had a friend… and he was a very cool handsome guy."
"uh-huh" Lucy said raising an eyebrow now.
"well.. he went through a lot of tough situations in life.. and it made him close off his heart. And well.. it wasn't till he met a beautiful young girl that his closed heart began to melt."
Lucy just listened intently to his story.. finding it to be quite a romantic one.
"She showed him what it meant to be loved… and showed him how to love.. But one day.. the girl moved to a faraway place that he couldn't reach. No matter where he searched… he couldn't find her.."
"And then what happened?" Lucy said curiously.
"He never loved anyone again."
"That's so sad…"
"It is isn't it? If only she hadn't moved away.. I'm pretty sure he would have been happy and made her a very happy girl."
"Well… that is a tragic love story. It does give me ideas for my new book." Lucy said putting a finger on her chin.
"Hahaha.. well I know you aren't the type to run away from your loved ones like that. Isn't that right Lucy?"
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"I don't think I could do that. Besides.. I don't have any lovers like that to run away from anyways."
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"OIY BUNNYGIRL! AND YOU LAGGERS! GET YOUR BUTTS MOVING!" Gajeel barked at them.
"YOU WALK TOO FAST!" Lucy said running up towards Gajeel and Laxus.
"YOU WALK TOO SLOW!" Gajeel yelled at her as she crossed her arms and frowned back at Gajeel.
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"You'd be surprised Lucy…" Gray said softly.
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And behind them all.. Natsu walked slowly after them.. his head hung low and bangs covering his eyes..
Laxus and Mira finally arrived back at the guild. They opened the guild doors and everyone welcomed them back loudly. Mira headed straight towards the bar and was about to turn into her demon form after seeing all the damages Cana had caused.
The raijinshu clinged onto Laxus and were crying at how Laxus had left them behind. He huffed in annoyance and was about to go sit at his usual table when he saw a serious looking Erza exit his grandfather's office. She went down the stairs and headed straight for the guild exit.
"Yo Erza! Leaving already?" Cana yelled.
Erza just ignored Cana and continued to walk towards the exit. But before she left, she stopped just beside Laxus and without looking at him she spoke.
"Master would like to speak with you."
And with that, Erza left with out saying a word to anybody else.
Laxus couldn't help but wonder why Erza looked so pissed off. And what had his grandfather wanted from him.
Sigh… "Right when I get back.. there is a problem." Laxus thought to himself. He pushed through the Raijinshu and the rest of the guild members and went up to Master Makarov's office.
He knocked and heard "Come in."
Opening the door, he went inside and gently closed it after him.
"So jiji. Heard from Erza…" Laxus looked up at his grandfather to see him sitting with a serious face. A serious face that meant something was definitely wrong.
"Laxus…. I have a mission for you."
"Okay.. but look jiji… I just came back.."
"Laxus.. this is not a time for you to complain. I need you to find Lucy."
Laxus' eyes widened. "What?"
"I need you to find Lucy and bring her back."
"What could have possibly happened so that you have to send me to fetch blondie?"
"Do not question me on this Laxus. I have sent Erza also to look for her. Go now. That is all"
Laxus frowned at Master Makarov and exited the office in a more annoyed mood than he was before. "Blondie…" he growled.
Laxus flashed next to Natsu. "No matter your sulking… we are leaving after we get her back home. We have to leave."
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"Do you understand?" Laxus said glaring at Natsu, who stopped in his tracks.
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"I'm going to stay." Natsu said softly.
"I will take you by force if I have to."
"I have to save her…. I have to…."
"Don't you think we all want to? But we don't belong here.. and you know that. The longer we stay… the more danger we put her in." Laxus said in a low voice.
"…"
"Don't act like you're the only one hurting.. the only one who loved her."
Natsu quickly looked towards Laxus and glared at him. And Laxus glared back.
Gray was watching Natsu and Laxus the whole time. His own face reflecting the pain he was feeling…
"Cmon bunnygirl" Gajeel pushed Lucy along. Lucy had turned back and had seen Natsu and Laxus talking seriously to each other. Gray had stopped to watch the two men as well.
"But…"
"They'll catch up." He pushed her along.
Lucy and Gajeel kept walking.. they were almost at the train station now.
"If you ever get too tired to cook…"
Lucy looked at Gajeel curiously.
"ahem… just ask me or Lily for a meal.."
A smile grew on her face..
"So… I can just walk up and ask you for food? I really doubt that will work on my Gajeel considering how we aren't close yet for me to do that."
"Just do it okay? It'll work. If I don't.. then Lily will. Okay?" Gajeel frowned at her.
"O..okay…" Lucy said looking forward down the road again.
"And if you ever want to take a break from flamebrain and his stupidity or that stripper… I'll keep them away from you if you stay near me."
Lucy smiled.
"Okay."
"Don't…" Gajeel stopped walking. "you don't have to go through it alone…"
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"I know." Lucy said smiling as she took hold of his arm. "Thanks Gajeel.. for watching over me. I know you've been watching over me ever since you've arrived.."
"Tch.. I don't know what you're talking about"
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And so Gajeel and Lucy continued to walk on towards the train station. Lucy held onto Gajeel's arm while he lent his elbow out like a gentleman. It all made Lucy giggle and smile widely.. who would've thought that Gajeel Redfox could be tamed. And Gajeel in return smiled too..
For the first time in her life, Lucy saw Gajeel smile openly to her. It wasn't just any smile.. it was warm.. and full of love.
Gray burst into the guild. Juvia followed after him.
"Wow.. everyone's returning today!" Wakaba said smoking.
"Welcome back!" everyone yelled.
"Welcome back Gray! Juvia!" Mira said smiling.
Gray looked around the guild for a certain blonde haired mage. He walked up towards the bar where Cana, Mira, and Wendy were.
"Hi Mira, Cana, Wendy…" Gray said quickly.
"OH Wendy! Have you seen Lucy?" Gray said abruptly.
"Uhm… no. she hasn't come back from her mission."
Gray clenched his fists.
"Gray what's the matter?" Mira asked sweetly.
"Nothing.." Gray said looking away.
"Oh.. I don't think it's nothing." Cana said smirking.
"Is there something you need from Lucy?" Mira asked innocently.
From behind a pillar, Juvia was seething.. "LOOOVEE RIIVALLLL….."
"I just… felt bad for going on a mission without telling her.." Gray quickly lied.
"Oh really? Well she seems to be doing just fine with you, Natsu, or Erza" Cana said smirking.
Gray glared at Cana. Mira gave a frown to Cana as well. Wendy just looked down at her hands. Cana just smirked even wider.
"Have you seen the latest Sorcerer Magazines?" Cana said pushing three magazines at him.
"No…" Gray said as he took them from her, acting as if he didn't know what really was going on.
But as he saw the latest edition… his eyes grew wide at the title…
"Meet Celestial Bombshell Lucy Heartfilia's Men"
"Could it be a new team in Fairy Tail?"
"Who are these mystery men?"
The guild doors blasted open and a voice resonated through the guild hall.
"Everyone we're back!"
Gray turned around clenching onto the magazines.. he death glared the very person he wanted to come back and beat to a pulp.
"NNNNATTTSSSSSUUUUUUUUU!" Gray ran towards Natsu and jumped into the air.
"Ugh…" Natsu and Gajeel were moaning on the sofas of their sleeper car. Laxus was closing his eyes and lying quietly on his own sofa.
Gray was sighing at the dragon slayers. And Lucy smiled half-heartedly… the train had departed a while ago and it wasn't going to stop anytime soon.. it was now or never..
"Lucy…" Gray said as Lucy took a step away from him.
"It's time.."
All the men's eyes widened..
Lucy brought her hand up with a silver key glowing.
"WAIT LUCY! MPHPHMPH…." Natsu said reaching out towards her while covering his mouth.
"Natsu.. I know you better than anyone… you'll never leave on your own…" Lucy said. "This is the only way…"
"It's time for you to go home Natsu.." Lucy said smiling.
Natsu looked at her with tears falling down his face.. his eyes pleading.. pleading for her to stop.
"Gate of the Clock! I open thee! Horologium!"
The clock bowed. Natsu got up from the sofa he was at and moved away from Horologium and Lucy. Gajeel and Laxus looked at her with pale faces…
They knew… Lucy had purposely waited till the train had started. She knew that a dragon slayer's weakness was transportation. Using the train… she could easily make them go back to their own time.. even against their own will. She had trapped them.
"Horologium…"
"Yes Lucy-sama…"
"Let us begin.." Lucy's body began to glow bright yellow.
"Luce… I promised… I promised I'd protect your future…"
Horologium's clock arms began to rotate clockwise.. faster and faster…
"Let me stay!.. please…"
Horologium's body began to glow and the air inside the room was beginning to swirl. "TIME GATE OPEN! FORWARD 7 YEARS!"
Gray grabbed onto a sofa chair to keep balance. Gajeel and Laxus were staring with shock.
"PLEASE!" Natsu yelled..
Then all of a sudden, Horologium's door opened and everything was moving super slow. Inside Horologium was a bright light.. a doorway to their time.
"Gray…" Lucy said with her eyes closed. Her body was still glowing and her hair was floating around in the air. "I can't hold it open for too long…"
Gray stood up from his sofa.. and helped Gajeel up. Then the both of them walked up to Horologium…
"Thanks Lucy… for everything.." Gray said smiling.. tears fell down his cheeks.. and he ran into the light.
"You better not die Bunnygirl…" Gajeel said stopping in front of the light.. He looked one last time at Lucy… before he stepped into the light.
Laxus stood up and went towards Natsu… he picked Natsu up.
"NOO! NO I'M NOT LEAVING! LUCE! PLEASE! LAXUS LET ME DOWN!"
Laxus walked towards Horologium. He put Natsu in front of him and began shoving Natsu toward the light. Natsu was grabbing onto the edges of horologium to push back against Laxus.
"NNUOOOHHH! LUCCYY!" Natsu cried out to her.
"Goodbye Natsu.." Lucy said softly.. as she smiled warmly at him.
His fingers slipped off the edges..
"LUUCCYYYY!"
And he disappeared into the light. Laxus stood in front of the light. "Remember your promise…"
"I will.."
"Goodbye Lucy." Laxus said as he stepped into the light. With Laxus inside, Horologium's door closed and with a flash they were all gone. Lucy collapsed onto her knees.. she hugged herself tightly… tears streaming off her chin…
"Goodbye…." She whispered.
-
Green pastures.. Fluffly clouds.. green trees... clanking of utensils.. people sitting here and there.. Lucy sat in the dining cart that morning.. enjoying her breakfast as she watched the scenery pass by. Her keys began to glow and she could hear her spirits call out to her.. particularly Loke. But she ignored them. She wanted this time to herself.. to gather her thoughts.. to refocus herself… what was she going to do now. She took a sip of her tea… and closed her eyes.
After showering.. Lucy noticed that there was a bag next to the sofa. She went to it and took it to her bed. Dumping the contents onto the blanket, her eyes widened. There were four neatly wrapped and bowed boxes. Each had a letter attached to them. She took the blue one.. and read the note.
"Lucy… I know by the time you read this.. I will have gone. I wanted to give you a gift before I left.. something to remember me by.. even though you'll have myself from your own time.. I want you to remember the time we had together.. that this is the type of man I will become. - Love Gray"
She quickly ripped through the wrapping and opened the box. Inside.. was a beautiful chain bracelet that had a cross charm on it. She smiled and put the bracelet on. It looked so familiar… but she couldn't put a finger on it. She picked up another letter and began to read.
"Remember our training. These gloves should make it easier to help you with hand to hand combat. Don't hesitate to use your fists to get what you want. And remember… if you need anything.. ask me or Lily. You still owe me dinner. – Gajeel"
Smiling, she took the string wrapped paper packaged box and unwrapped it as well. What she found was a beautiful metal box… carved with a princess and a dragon on it. It was ornamented with jewels.. probably from some of her reward.. It was smooth and polished.. She opened the box and found a pair of black gloves that had metal knuckles on them. They were fingertipless and fit perfectly onto her hand. She clenched her fists and admired the handiwork Gajeel put in to fuse the metal with the glove. There were two more presents left. She picked up the letter on the left and began to read.
"Remember your promise to me. And I know you won't forget about last night…" Lucy began to blush as she remembered how Laxus had kissed her cheek.. gulp* how could she ever forget…
"just as I won't forget… for as long as I live."
She dropped the letter into her lap.. she froze as she tried to comprehend what he meant by his letter.. did he…love her?! Quickly grabbing his gift, she unwrapped the yellow and black wrapping paper to find a rectangular box. She opened it and was in awe. Inside.. was the most beautiful leather belt she had ever seen.. and on the side of it was a metal ring attached to a metal buckle. She tried pulling the metal ring and it came off with a slight push. It was an odd ring and belt. She put the ring down on the bed and was about to examine the belt further when the ring began to glow yellow and zapped over to the side of the belt again.
Like a magnet… fast as lightning.
"what?" Lucy stared wide-eyed at the belt and the now attached metal ring. She took the ring off with ease again and threw it across the room. But as the ring soared across the room, it flashed yellow and poof… it was attached to the belt again. She picked up the letter again and began to read furiously..
"I hope you like your gift.. now you'll never lose your keys again."
Lucy stared wide-eyed at the belt… her eyes teared up.. and she rubbed the tears away with her sleeve. One last present left.. she picked up the letter first and began to read.
"To my best friend Lucy. I love you."
Her eyes widened as she read the sentence over and over… her world seemed to stop.. It was all he wrote.. and it was all he needed to say.. she put the letter down.. and gently picked up Natsu's wrapped present.. She opened the gift carefully and in it was a pretty pink ribbon. Picking it up, it shimmered in the light and it looked like it had small scales. It was actually very smooth and soft as well.
"Natsu.. Lucy said softly.. She pulled her hair up to the side and used Natsu's ribbon to tie her hair. She folded the letters carefully and put them inside Gajeel's box.
Clutching onto the belt with her gloved hands and the bracelet on her left wrist.. Lucy lied down onto her bed.. curled up into a ball… she wanted to fall asleep quickly.. it was there where she could see them once again.
"Choooo!"
Lucy opened her eyes again.. and watched the fluffy clouds roll by..
"We will arrive in Magnolia in 30 minutes!"
CRASSSHHHHH
"KYAHH! NATSU!" Lisanna ran away from the line of fire. Happy ran away with her as well.
There was a cloud of dust where Natsu had crashed. Gray stood firmly glaring at he settling dust and soon appearing Natsu. Natsu rubbed the side of his mouth with the back of his hand and saw that there was blood. He quickly got up and lunged towards Gray.
"WTH WAS THAT FOR!?" Natsu lit his fist on fire and punched Gray's hand. Gray on the other hand used his ice magic to counter Natsu's fiery fist and flip him over onto his back on the ground. Natsu found footing and kicked Gray by the chin upwards, causing Gray to fly backwards and crash into some tables.
Gray got up from the rubble of his crash.
"Natsu-san… Gray-san.. please…" Wendy said pleadingly to them.. Carla tried to prevent Wendy from interfering..
"YOU…" Gray said with his head down.. his bangs covering his eyes.
Natsu glared at him with fists on fire, ready to battle. Everything around Gray began to frost.. Gray's breaths came out as vapor.. Natsu's body began to flare..
"WHAT?! What about me!" Natsu yelled at Gray, obviously ticked off.
The guild doors opened again and in came heavy steps followed by others.
"Oh hoh… So you've started fighting without me… that isn't very nice…" his red eyes scanned Gray and Natsu. Clearly the two idiots were in a heated fight and from the look of Gray's face… Gajeel had a hunch of why they were fighting…
"Welcome back Gajeel, Lily, Shadowgear!" Mira said from the bar. Everyone greeted them back as well.
"Hi everyone we're back!" Levy said waving and walked past Natsu and Gray. Jet and Droy followed after her. Gajeel stood in between Natsu and Gray smirking.
"So… heard you two got dumped." Gajeel kept smirking.
"Who got dumped? Gray got dumped? HAHAHA not surprising." Natsu said laughing.
Gray remained quiet and death glared Natsu.
"Haha.. well I guess more specifically.. you Salamander." Gajeel said smiring evily at Natsu.
"What? I didn't get dumped? Who would dump me" Natsu said letting his flames die and smiling smugly.
"Oh… you got dumped.. by Blondie.. didn't you hear? She got a new team." Gajeel said raising an eyebrow. Everyone looked towards Natsu to see his reaction. They too were all curious about what had happened to Team Natsu and how Lucy was suddenly being covered by Sorcerer Magazine.
Natsu froze… "What?"
"Don't believe me?" Gajeel said throwing over a magazine. "Look for yourself."
Natsu caught the magazine and stared at the front cover. He flipped through the pages.. eyes widening…
"And here I thought you and blondie were inseparable considering how much you sang of being partners with her and how much you prided over it… guess she found someone better." Gajeel crossed his arms.
.
Clenching his fists… Natsu growled…"Where's Lucy?" With a sack over her shoulder, Lucy stepped out of the train into the sun. She had her normal attire on and a coat. Her hoodie was on to cover her face and was hoping that she could arrive home without anyone bothering her. She had her hands to her keys and was using her new sense to locate any familiar spirits.
That was when she saw Erza. Her spiritual light was red but not fiery red like Natsu's. Lucy quickly ran into a crowd of people and made her way out of the train station.
She hid behind a corner to make sure Erza was gone. And soon enough, Erza boarded the train. Letting out a breath of air, Lucy closed her eyes. As she did.. she saw a familiar spiritual light… a yellow light…. It was coming closer towards her. She opened her eyes and quickly made her way away from it. As the light turned around the corner behind her, she was already on the other side of the building, making her way through the crowds. She knew it was futile to run away from him… but at least she could try. This little cat and mouse game they were playing.. she could play along. Finding a suitable woman, Lucy quickly took off her coat and offered it to her for free. The woman was startled but found the coat very soft and fashionable. She took it and wore it. Lucy smiled and walked off in another direction quickly. Blending in with the crowd, she spotted the bakery she liked and went inside. Taking a seat by the corner, she closed her eyes and began to focus. The yellow light stopped at the exact location she had given the woman her jacket. Her heart raced waiting for the light to make a move. And to her delight, the light began to move farther away from her.. towards the direction the woman with her coat had gone. Lucy smiled in victory.
"Ahem." She opened her eyes to see a waiter beside her.
"Would you like to order anything miss?"
"Yes.. may I please have a cinnamon roll and a vanilla latte please?"
"I'll be right out with them ma'm"
The waiter walked away and Lucy sighed in relief. She looked towards her gloved hands. "You'd be so proud Gajeel." After finishing her treats, Lucy walked out of the bakery.. smelling like fresh baked bread, cinnamon rolls, and coffee. Everything was going so well.. she just wanted to go home.. shower.. and read a book.. unwind... She was almost home when she felt it.. a rapidly approaching spiritual signature… she closed her eyes… yellow light..
3 blocks away...
BOOOOOOOOOM!
Lightning struck right in front of her.. just a few inches from her body. He glared down at her.. his body still glowing with yellow lightning magic. Lucy opened her eyes, smiled, and looked up at the man in front of her.
"Hello…. Laxus."
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