#PETITION TO NEVER LEAVE LUCY ALONE
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♠: One character adjusting the other’s jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
You can pick which Ethan x MC. I’m down for both 💕
Poco a Poco
Pairing: Ethan x F!MC (Odette Hall)
Rating: Teen+
Summary: She accompanies him to an awards gala. It’s the first time they’re out in public together, and a certain doctor is appreciating the view.
Trope: Fluff, Date, Gala; Protective; Pining
A/N: thanks Sara 💖
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She walked out like it was just a typical day; leaving the hospital behind like she was heading home, finally, hours after her scheduled shift had ended.
Odette sauntered like there wasn’t anything different about today at all. Head held high, petite shoulders pushed back to elongate the column of her neck and highlight her impeccable posture. She moved effortlessly over the concrete as if each step were the intended note of tonight’s melody - Not like she was dressed in a form fitting evening gown, long platinum hair pulled back and cascading in a signature stylized-ponytail. Her trusty wool trench coat hiding much of the strapless bodice.
His black sedan sat idly at the curb awaiting her arrival. In the last two years Ethan has known her, he’s come to learn she was never late – always promptly two minutes early. Tonight he made sure he was five – didn’t want her waiting at the curb in the cold, he told himself as he tried to pass the excruciatingly long three minutes.
Odette’s doing him a favor tonight. She’s accompanying him to this incessant function where he’s being honored for his work with the W.H.O. earlier that year. Ethan simply couldn’t brush it off, and he certainly couldn’t bear even the thought of being alone at such an event full of self-righteous asshats. So, he asked her to join him - to “lessen the torture” - with a promise of introducing her to key individuals in their field. Odette accepted, quite happily - the timid look on his face as he asked was convincing enough.
It’s not like this is the first time they’ve dressed up to go somewhere together. They’ve been having these kinds of evenings more and more it seems. But this is the first time the new friends would be seen together by someone other than the waitstaff at the Boston Opera.
Ethan’s eyes lingered on her in the rearview mirror. His heart began beating just a bit faster as it always does when she’s near. He couldn’t look away if he tried - frankly he didn’t even bother to try.
She doesn’t look much different than when he saw her an hour earlier - isn’t wearing anything out of the ordinary for nights like these as far as he can tell in the dimming street lighting. Yet she still has the power to render him incapacitated, utterly speechless by her grace alone. And from the safety of his car Ethan doesn’t feel quite as bad for appreciating her form.
He came to his full senses when the tune of her heels became louder and his throat drier.
His deft fingers clicked unlock just as she reached to open the passenger-side door.
“Hey! Didn’t keep you waiting, did I?” Her voice so chipper as she settled into the leather seat.
If Ethan Ramsey could form a coherent thought he would have made a comment about how anyone could share the same verity for life after working since dawn and then being forced to dress in a locker room for this pointless affair.
Instead he took in a cleansing breath tainted by her delirium-inducing perfume. Ignored the alluring state of her by fixing his stare on the shallow crease of her forehead. Exhaled. And said,
“No. I’d say we were perfectly timed.”
His azure eyes traveled down to hers - deep emerald enhanced by the dark fabrics she chose to wear - on their own accord. The faintest of smiles tugged at the corners of his mouth.
She smiled right back, “Great.”
With the slightest stammer even he wasn’t aware of, Ethan started the car.
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At the venue Ethan and Odette hadn’t taken more than two steps from handing keys over to the valet when —
“Ethan!” a voice boomed through the crowd.
Ethan groaned deep and afflicted at the sound, his eyes searching the scene crazily before realizing that there wasn’t enough time to grab Ode’s hand and flee. He chanced a glance to the woman close by his side, already smiling warmly, welcoming the stranger like only someone like she could.
“Enrich,” Ethan replied, not bothering to hide even an ounce of distain on his tone.
The slyly confident man clapped Ethan on the shoulder without regard for personal space, “How’s the guest of honor?”
“I am not the only one,” Ethan all but growled. The muscles in his face working hard to keep impassive - small fibers of his being not wanting to tarnish the evening so early with a sour attitude. He owed it to her to at least be civil.
“There’s an entire team of physicians being recognized this evening.”
“Alright,” Enrich chortled, more for show than as a reaction. He nodded just once, removing his hand from Ethan’s shoulder. “The only one that matters.”
Enrich’s tight smile accompanied the silence hanging between the men. A silence long enough for Enrich to take a gander towards the vision to Ethan’s left.
His hungry grey eyes took a long look at Odette. Two excruciating seconds too long without saying a single thing. His gaze moving from her face to her chest to the hem of her dress. And as they made their way back up her curves to settle on the dip of her necklace, Ethan placed his hand on the small of Odette’s back. As if the small movement could shield her from the man’s predatory intentions.
Enrich caught the movement, darkened eyes darting back to the honorable man before him. The two dignitaries held a wordless conversation. A silent showdown.
Enrich straightened his back, rose an eyebrow and was the last one to speak;
“Have a lovely evening,” Before turning on the heels of his pristine oxfords and into the sway, calling out another’s name.
Ethan was silently fuming, ears reddening and jaw rigid as he watched Enrich walk away with that detestable swagger. Pads of his fingers adding a slight pressure to her back as he fights to keep shreds of his composure.
Ode felt the change in mood. Her natural instinct moving to break his line of sight. Standing closely in front of him, closer than two colleagues ought in a bubble all their own, her dainty fingers went to wrap around the gold silk of his tie. She fiddled with the windsor knot, pretending to adjust it. Her movements tactical and enough for Ethan to begin to become more aware of her presence than the hatred he has for Enrich Valentine.
Immediately his jaw loosened and his shoulders fell into contentment.
“Breathe.” The word was a commanding whisper meant solely for him.
When his darkened eyes met hers all Ethan found is a quizzical expression held in the dip of her dainty brows and in the flecks of gold of her irises that match the autumnal sunset behind him.
He’s looking at her and she’s still so damn radiant. Gorgeous and amazing and not a single emotion pointing to what’s just transpired. Ethan can’t tell if she realized she was just being objectified by the worst kind of man, and if she knows then why is she still smiling. Why is she pretending like what’s just happened was nothing? There’s so much more Ethan Ramsey craves to learn about Odette Hall.
She gently squeezes his bicep bringing him down from whatever cloud he was on.
“Ready?”
He let out a breath and nodded once.
She smiled privately and took Ethan’s offered arm. He tucks her ringless fingers into the crook, and they descended into one of the many nights like these they will share.
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Breaking Down The Classic Rom-Com
I feel like I haven’t written a fun post in a hot sec so lets talk about one of my favorite subjects: Rom Coms
According to wikipedia, a Rom Com, also known as Romantic Comedy, is “a subgenre of comedy and slice-of-life fiction, focusing on lighthearted, humorous plot lines centered on romantic ideas, such as how true love is able to surmount most obstacles.” In the past, Romantic Comedies have also been called “Chick Flicks” but I think this is devaluing of both women and the romantic comedy genre.
The other day, I woke up to find that the most wholesome rom-com couple of all time reunited: Matty & Jenna (Aka Mark Ruffalo & Jennifer Garner). This got me thinking about the beauty of the Rom-Com and how unappreciated they can be. It has been years since we have seen a rom-com with the cultural impact of 13 Going on 30, and I would like to petition for more of them after a sad and painful year.
I can already hear the millions (in my head this blog is extremely popular) of comments “What about To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before?!?” “What about The Kissing Booth?!?” And too that I say, "Good Riddance!” If you’re rating your rom coms on a TATBILB scale, or even WORSE The Kissing booth, I feel sorry for you. Truly I do. So let's dive into the best Rom Coms of all time, but first...
What makes a Rom-Com good? Well let's start with a relatable as hell main character. I am talking a girl (sometimes guy), who has many flaws, but the audience can see themselves within her/him. Let's use Jenna Rink from 13 Going On 30 as an example. Well, she's literally a 13 year old in a 30 year olds body, but don’t we all still have a preteen hiding inside of all of us? She is 100% willing to be herself at every step, even if that means dancing thriller all alone. She touches on all of our insecurities, while teaching us how to break down our walls.
Rom-Coms also need characters to make realistic choices. This does not mean that the movie itself is realistic, but rather than you can understand the choices the characters make. Again, 13 going on 30 does a fabulous job of this. Obviously, Jenna traveling in time because of wishing powder is not realistic, but the choices that her and her past self make are. Due to the insecurities of her childhood and a need to feel included, relevant, and powerful Jenna pushes important people out of her life, which happens to so many people in the real world. These decisions force her to miss out on the love of her life, and ultimately, the story ends sadly: the love of her life marries someone else and she is left with tears, wishing powder, and an old doll house. That is until she is able to travel back in time and change the course of her life.
Lastly, Every classic Rom-Com couple needs to have chemistry. There. I said it. Hollywood loves just casting random famous actors without giving them a proper chemistry read. One great example of this is Julianne Hough and Josh Duhamel in Safe Haven. Both fun, famous, Hollywood actors who have zero chemistry. Mark Ruffalo and Jennifer Garner had more chemistry throwing back Razzles than those two did during an intimate sex scene.
Alright, now that we have broken down the requirements of a Romantic Comedy, let's jump into the best and worst of all time.
Best: When Harry Met Sally. 9/10. A classic. A tale as old as time. Both Sally & Harry are very flawed, yet relatable characters. Sally is too picky and particular, while Harry is a player. They both suck at relationships, but make rational decisions based on their motivations. We all have friends like these two and their chemistry is on point, both on a friendship and romantic level. They bounce off of one another splendidly.
Worst: Sleepless in Seattle. 1/10 I know, this is a strong take, but this is a terrible movie about a stalker. Meg Ryan (I don’t even remember her character's name) is the stupidest most unrelatable character I have seen in a long time. She is extremely unlovable, cheats on her SO emotionally, and flies across the country to stalk a man that she has never met before. And then you’re telling me that Tom hanks FALLS FOR HER? Nope. No. I refuse to except this. Plus, their chemistry in this is pretty mediocre (You’ve Got Mail is Way Better) and we only get to see them together once.
Best: 10 Things I Hate About You. 8/10. I was tempted to leave all high School Rom-Coms off this list, but Heath Ledger is my exception. Talk about likability. Kat is a strong, powerful, independent woman who learns how to be more vulnerable while still being a feminist badass. We all wanted to be Kat growing up. Meanwhile Heath Ledger is the classic bad boy with a soft side, and who wasn’’t into that? Both characters grow into new people throughout the movie making them relatable, complex, and realistic. Not to mention the angel that is Joseph Gordon Levitt, who keeps the audience up beat and smiling throughout the course of this Shakespeare tale
Best: My Big fat Greek Wedding. 10/10. Have you seen this film recently? Because it is an absolute DELIGHT and so relatable. It dives into the difficulty of family expectation and cultures merging. It also has the cutest proposal of all time with a realistic couple that fights for one another on a daily basis. You laugh. You cry. You get a dynamic cast with wonderful chemistry. You feel invested in the family and the relationship. Just a joyful wonderful film.
Worst: Something Borrowed. 0/10. If you’ve never seen this movie, don’t. Ginnifer Goodwin sleeps with her best friends fiancé and we’re supposed to be okay with it because she liked him first. Hard pass. And she ignores John Krazinski who is right in front of her. She is unlikable, unreliable, and makes dumb decisions that no one else would.
Best: He’s just not that into you. 9/10 I will go to bat for this movie. It follows several realistic storylines in a Love Actually manor, except they actual seem legit. A woman realizing her boyfriend is never going to marry her. A girl facing the fact that maybe some guys just aren’t that into her, and she isn’t an exception to the rule. A man slowly making the decision to cheat on his wife as they are growing apart. A woman realizing that she is worth way more than her bastard husband. A woman realizing that the person she’s sleeping with will never leave his wife for her. It's compelling, has realistic characters that we can relate to, and still warms your heart in the end.
Best: The Big Sick. 8/10. Okay to be fair, this is based on a true story so it automatically has realistic characters and decisions. Maybe I should leave this off of the list, but I wish this film got the recognition it deserves. Two lovable main characters who make mistakes that are understandable. Wonderful chemistry between Kumail and his girlfriend as well as her family.
Best: About Time. 11/10 This is hands down the best Rom-Com of all time and Potentially the best film of all time as well. If you don’t cry in this movie you do not have a heart or soul. The characters are SO insanely likable and adorable.It touches on the importance of family and valuing time and how little of it we have. The chemistry within the whole cast is palpable, and we can all relate to at least one character, whether it is the protagonist Tim, his wife Mary, his sister Kit-Kat, or his father.
Well it is important to point out the obvious here: this list is lacking diversity in a huge way. All but one of these movies follow a cis, straight, white couple, and that is extremely concerning. People have attempted to make more diverse rom-coms over the past few years, but they all seem to be lacking one of the three core components of what makes a rom-com great: Relatable, realistic, and great chemistry. For example. Crazy Rich Asians was a fantastic film, but the high level of wealth that Nick Young comes from, made his character difficult to relate to, and I’m sorry but the chemistry just wasn’t there for me. Always Be My Maybe’s characters fell flat and it’s not a film I would want to watch more than once. Love Simon made some huge waves for LGBTQ representation in the media, but that ending kiss was unrealistic along with his friends reaction to fining out he was lying, which left the movie anti-climactic by the end.
Now, the most recent film on this list was made in 2017. And before that 2013. So where have all the Rom Coms gone? Why don’t we see more of them. There are a few Rom Coms that could be contenders on the “Best” list from the last couple of years that include a small amount of diversity:
Yesterday 7/10. The big question here is does this count as a romantic comedy? The love story isn’t the main plot, but is definitely a large sub-plot. This movie features an interracial couple and is highly re-watchable. The main characters are entertaining, relatable, and have pretty good chemistry. We will see if it stands the test of time.
The Broken Hearts Gallery 7/10. This movie has gotten NO recognition. The main character, Lucy, is an extremely likable 20 something, not unlike our Ginnifer Goodwin in He’s Just not that Into You. The plot is fun and predictable but keeps you watching. I don’t know if this one will stay on my list long, but it’s definitely up there.
But here is my challenge to Hollywood: create some new, beautiful Rom Coms that celebrate diversity but that don’t throw away the relatable, realistic, and high chemistry characters that we are just waiting to fall in love with. It’s got like 16 ideas up my sleeve, so just give me a call Hollywood.
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87 (gunshot) for Garcy?
This only took three years to write... usual canon-divergent ‘verse, PG ish, also on ao3.
Gunshot
How easily she loses focus, how easily the details blur.
The closer they are to their own time, the more can gowrong. Lucy has learned far more than she ever wanted to know about the exacttimeline of advancements in weaponry, never an area of interest to her until itbecame brutally relevant to her life. Someone on the team getting stabbed isnot a good time, obviously, but there’s at least warning when that’sabout to happen. Current circumstances, on the other hand…
Nothing good ever happens to them in the 1920s. Ever. Lucyis well aware of this particular bad streak. But this here is still a low point.
She reminds herself, as she hears the noise and sees herpartner go down, that one of his advantages is he is built like a tank. From themovements she watches from the other side of the room, and the particularcombination of swear words in languages she’s lucky enough to identify, this isnot an immediate emergency. She can almost hear his voice telling her to getthe hell out of here before someone figures out that the petite woman on theother side of the space has a connection to the scene unfolding, can almost…
Lucy is a lot of things, and finding new complicationswithin herself every day, but she is no coward and she is loyal to whatis hers. Screw the logical part of her brain. Screw survival instincts. Screw everythingthat isn’t her own anxious heart.
She’s in no mood to be a victim, but her size isoccasionally in her favor and she makes it to where her partner has at leastmaneuvered himself against a hopefully stable wall. The fact that he was ableto do that was a good sign, but-
“How bad?” Do not ask stupid questions, do not-
“Good spot, bad angle. May I have your scarf?”
She obliges, hands shaking, wishing she could be more usefulbut of course this stubborn man is too determined to do field-medic work on himselfinstead of asking for help and-
“Am I going to have to get that out of you later?”
“Probably. When we’re somewhere we can. It’s not…”
“I realize this is normal for you but-“
“You need to get out of here.”
Lucy shifts her position so her displeased expression hasmaximum effect. “And leave you alone after that happened?”
“A shoulder wound is not-“
“You’re still bleeding. Still counts.”
Flynn gives her that look he does in these situations, anexpression she can only describe as yep she is the only person in theworld who he listens to on any kind of regular basis but even she’s on thin icesometimes. “I’m fine.”
“No one ever means that.”
“We’ll move after it stops. Are you… if you need to…”
Always the unsaid in these moments of damage control. If shehas to shoot someone, yes, she could do it. Not an ideal scenario for anyone,but-
“Whatever we have to do.”
Later, in the flickering lights of the bathroom back home,she’ll help deal with the wound because she’s the only person he’ll let touch himunder such minor circumstances. Later, perhaps sooner perhaps months later, he’llget her a new scarf to replace the now-ruined one knotted around his arm.
For now, their free hands meet and they wait for a good momentto run, and they are alive, and that is enough.
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Mo(u)rning Dove
@spnarchangelweek <3
Rating: Teen & Up (Gen Lucifer & Gabriel)
Warnings: Major Character Death, Derealization
Fic & Playlist available on AO3! (feel free to read under the cut, however!)
Dendrite; His wings are like crystallized dendrite, Lucifer notices.
Intricate patterns of iridescent gold branches engraved in each fulgent feather of his. Rays of daylight that dare reflect off the Messenger’s butterscotch wings are ardently absorbed to preserve his internal light—He burns far brighter than any star could begin to comprehend.
Lucifer can feel his warmth when he allopreens Gabriel’s dendrite-etched feathers. The thriving fledgling squirms uncomfortably under his working hands, his budding golden feathers twitching with each gentle pluck. His petite form leans away from Lucifer’s algid touch, and he whines with a callow pout when Lucifer prudently guides him back. Lucifer attempts to soothe his baby brother, amicable words of a story falling from his polar lips to allay Gabriel’s discomfort; Gabriel always loved his stories.
The gold expands as he develops. Complex veins of sunlight-drenched sheen contour the coverts of his pinions. The shinier they get, the brighter he burns and the more pleasant light he intakes. Gabriel emits brilliant luminescence like no other, and his sun-kissed wings like dendrite are proof.
Lucifer combs through gold with every softly recited word of a tale. Gabriel has grown to melt into the Morningstar’s wintry touch, listening attentively to the plot of his elder brother’s story. He is eagerly expectant; His big brother always comes to him with newer, longer, better anecdotes during preening season. Gabriel adores every one of them, though when he feels Lucifer culling the last of his unkempt and grimed feathers, he pleads with full, star-struck sky eyes to hear the lullaby that first lulled him to sleep, long ago. Lucifer teases him with fondness in his irises, but he gives in—He always does. It’s hard to say no to Gabriel when he looks that jubilant.
“... dream on, dear little child…”
Gabriel has already complied to the lullaby’s verses by the time Lucifer adeptly tweaks the last sliver of gold. The Morningstar’s waning notes fade out, though his boreal fingers still find themselves in between honey, dendrite-embedded feathers. Gabriel snores like a little beast, and Lucifer can’t help but grin at him as he gingerly caresses his slumbering brother’s effulgent wings.
The luster of his gold is brightest against the pristine cream of misted clouds. By the time Lucifer teaches Gabriel to fly, he’s become a beacon in the night. Lucifer’s frosted fingers tag one of his younger brother’s radiant wings, sniggering as he calls out “you’re it!” and soars swiftly in the other direction of Heaven’s lilac skies. As much as he tries through his giggles, Gabriel can’t keep up, and they both know it.
He’s growing too fast. At times, Lucifer reminisces on the distant era he was able to hold Gabriel in his arms. His dendrite-pattern had hardly blossomed then, and Gabriel’s gold hadn’t shimmered as bold. As he looks at his younger brother now, he sees curious divinity. Gabriel’s getting old enough to where Lucifer can’t shield him from danger, and it makes the elder angel anxious.
The snow of the Morningstar’s fingers drag further, deeper into gold. Gabriel’s wings are evolving, the golden bliss of his spirited light washing vividly over Heaven. The Messenger no longer leans in, nor away from Lucifer’s preening; He simply hums, swaying in rhythm with the breaths of Lucifer's story. No matter how old he gets, he always loves to listen to his big brother’s voice. When Lucifer is nearly finished grooming auric feathers, he happily anticipates Gabriel to plead with him to sing their lullaby. Instead, Gabriel turns to him, and his golden light seeps through his wide smile, a trickle of celestial sun through pearly teeth.
"Luci, can I pretty please do yours?"
Lucifer is taken aback. Gabriel has never offered to preen his feathers; Lucifer's wings hadn't been preened since Michael had taken up his part of Heaven's responsibilities—It had been a long time. Lucifer’s matured wings flex automatically in thrill at the mention of grooming. Gabriel acknowledges it, and he brightens, if possible. His little brother is giving him that look, one of so much inspired euphoria with such a rush of nostalgic innocence that he looks no different from the very first time Lucifer preened his teensy, yet complex feathers.
Lucifer can’t refuse.
His wings of vermillion are far larger, though far more disheveled than Gabriel’s have ever been; The young Messenger has always had Lucifer to care for him. Gabriel’s clement hands are profoundly gentle, like refreshing spring rain drizzled on feverish skin or a tenderhearted baby dove nuzzling gratefully against its mother. Even at viscid spots where his vermillion adheres in thickly bedraggled clumps as a result from neglect, Gabriel’s touch remains serene and delicate. Lucifer feels more tranquil than he has in centuries—It’s as if he’s mindlessly drifting amongst endless indigo seas of winding galaxies and Gabriel is sweetly guiding him by the hand through the silver of stars. Lucifer now understands why Gabriel loves Heaven’s preening season.
A faint ghost of a mellifluous melody draws him from his wafting reverie. Gabriel is humming, a saccharine purr carrying a familiar harmony; It’s their lullaby. Lucifer picks up on the part his baby brother is humming, and he nimbly sings along. He watches intently with a splitting simper when their sitting shadows in front of him swell as Gabriel’s golden light brightens merrily at the pleasant sound.
“... in the sky, stars are still fading away…”
Gabriel’s effulgence is rapidly dawning to be more blinding than any entity in existence. His stellar golden feathers branch out further and his daedal dendrite details seem to crystallize in a more radiant fashion. Lucifer genially revels in his bright brilliance everytime they unite. Though, it’s far from the only thing that’s improving in Gabriel; He’s much quicker than before. Lucifer has to exert all of his energy to keep ahead when briskly gliding away from his little brother after he tags his butter-flushed wings. He deliberately assumes that Gabriel will inherit his Heavenly duties soon, with his speed approaching the potential Father saw when he named him as Heaven's Messenger.
Gabriel isn’t the only one who’s changing.
Lucifer is altering—morphing—wavering. The Mark of Cain is an irritant upon his ivory skin, his grace, his mind. He’s growing colder, and he feels the need to be enigmatic. Father is never wrong, because Father is absolute. It’s firmly ingrained in his mind, and it’s been that way since he was a fledgling. Lucifer repeats it to himself as he observes Lilith, the first woman, refuse subservience to her created equal, Adam. He watches silently when she leaves the perfect haven Father had meticulously created for her, and he watches in bemusement as a flock of his determined siblings attempt to forcibly return her to Eden. She is resilient, and Adam is egotistical and very flawed; Lucifer desperately tries to comprehend why his Father, instead of establishing that they are equals, creates Adam a new partner and banishes Lilith from ever returning to Eden.
Father is wrong. When the belief dawns on him, Lucifer has an epiphany—a twisted thought follows. The Mark of Cain sears like it never has before; A scorching white fire that engulfs his entire being, scalding the abundance of all his infinite eyes and fiercely igniting his vermillion wings in grandeur flames. Despite the famished embers from within, he feels frozen and trapped under a bulky sheet of ice, breathlessly viewing his life continue without him as he drowns in desolate, boreal seas.
Lucifer has unequivocally changed; He is different. Gabriel is the first to notice.
Preening season has arrived. Lucifer is much colder, and the raw bite of his frost elicits a vicious shiver when his fingers pluck gold feathers. His cautiousness is replaced by dissociation, the younger angel is wincing. Lucifer feels distant, and Gabriel thinks he is lightyears from his brother despite him being mere inches away.
Lucifer abstractly traces dendrite when he’s nearing the final unkempt clot of feathers, absentmindedly humming a familiar tune. This time, Gabriel says nothing. His scintillant wings tense up at bitter ice fingertips picking at his golden light.
“... down here, a dying dove crawls…”
The lyrics have changed. Lucifer feels numb; Gabriel feels scared.
It’s the last expression Lucifer sees from Gabriel, and it’s the last thing he remembers when he returns from Eden. He is abruptly a liar, he is a liar without deceiving. He is no longer the Morningstar. He is the Serpent.
Michael’s rigid voice is echoing, lightning is cracking, angels are wailing. His Father's—his Father who is wrong—light feels cold. Lucifer can’t hear, feel any of it. The thrum of a familiar lullaby is beating in his ears. All harshly fades away when he promptly perceives that the burning white fire that had smouldered within him is suddenly reality, and it is reflected on vermillion wings. He is physically falling, a lightheadedness clouding his consciousness, and when he forces open his forlorn eyes against the whizzing wind, he sees smoke. Lucifer screams.
Vermillion is ablaze. He is frightfully alone as he fleetly plunges into an unknown abyss, an alien place that is farther from home than he can begin to comprehend. A despairing attempt to frantically flap his wings ensues, but they only twitch. He tries again in a panic, and the insatiable white flames tease him with a hungry smirk. The Serpent relents in his feeble attempts to salvage his wings, squeezing his eyes shut again and dreadfully awaiting impact.
Lucifer can’t help but wonder if gold would be more successful.
He is going to be the dove. He is the dove.
𓏧༻🕊️༺𓏧
Gabriel is grown; It’s Lucifer’s first observation.
A foolish little part of him expected him to never age, forever remaining the same sweetly innocent fledgling that Lucifer once held lovingly in his arms. Forever lasting the same playful angel that struggled to tag him back. Forever retaining the same ambitious persistence to hear his big brother’s stories. Forever seeping golden washes of sunlight through his toothy beams, harboring the brightest light in existence within his being.
This time, it's Gabriel who has changed; He has dimmed significantly. Lucifer misses his light.
Lucifer maps the faint outline of his brother’s golden wings with his eyes, burnishing cracks through the universe’s perceptibility to accommodate him. Lucifer had frequently thought about the refined softness of the gold between his fingers when he was imprisoned, and he’d pondered about who would care for them while he was away. Who would pluck his fledgling’s feathers during preening season, who would tell him stories and lull him to sleep? In this moment, Lucifer can see that nobody has; Gabriel’s gold is matted and besmirched.
Gabriel was alone, just as he had been.
He wields a blade, Lucifer acknowledges. Gabriel intends to kill him, despite the blatantly obvious fear in his true form's numerous uncertain azure eyes. Lucifer can sense it from miles away. It’s the same look he’d worn when Lucifer had last allo-preened his brother’s butterscotch wings—The look he’d bore when Lucifer sang the last notes of their lullaby, one he’d twisted to mirror his emotions at the time.
Gabriel’s hands slightly tremble as he raises his blade behind his brother, reluctantly creeping forward. Lucifer’s tarred wings twitch like they did when he fell, and he imperceptibly rubs at the deity blood stuck between his fingertips in anticipation.
He doesn’t want to be the dove again.
He turns. The fear in Gabriel’s irises is more decipherable, so visible that Lucifer can nearly catch up on all the millennia he’d missed in this very moment. Lucifer is catatonically speaking, though he barely understands it himself. The blade is resting like bait against Gabriel’s skin, a tense pressure that Lucifer can almost feel against his own chest.
Lucifer wants to see his baby brother’s light again.
He does. The blade is abruptly buried in Gabriel’s being, and his brother’s fear is gone. Intense radiance of pure, euphoric sunlight envelops Lucifer as Heaven’s Messenger’s last flicker of light shines, just as he was meant to do. Brilliant light is blinding; Gabriel’s is alluring. Lucifer is warm for the first time since his wings were searing, and he thinks he hears the memory of Gabriel humming their lullaby. Gabriel feels like home, he feels like the fledgling he once knew. Lucifer feels like himself again. He sees gold.
It’s over as quick as it began.
Lucifer is alone again. Though, now, he stands over the fledgling he’d raised, the fledgling he cherished, the fledgling he loved—His fledgling. His wings are no longer gold, no longer luminous. They are gloomy, blackened shadows against the hardwood floor. Lucifer’s stomach twists in knots, spurts of swelling emotions he hadn’t felt in years swirling sourly in his being, and he drops Gabriel’s blade.
Gold is black. Gabriel is gone.
That same foolish part of him expected there to be nothing but raw sunshine where Gabriel now lies, for his vessel to evaporate and his grace to rejoin the bright star he was created from. Instead, he sees vermillion; a thin stream of it dripping in blots against the floor.
Lucifer can’t help but notice the way his blood oozes in a familiar dendrite pattern. Dendrite; Gabriel, a grand cluster of light so brilliant, his gold wings streaked with crystallized branches of it.
The Serpent leaves, the whispers of a certain tune in his head. He hopes it can conceal the shrieking sound of his own convoluted thoughts.
He doesn’t want to be the dove again. Gabriel takes his place.
#spnarchangelweek#Lucifer and Gabriel#lord im sorry yall this one is sad#IM DYING HAHAHAHAA THE GIF IS FRIED 😭😭😭#archangels spn#spn archangels#my fics
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his lioness pt. 1 ✹ peter pevensie x reader
Pairing: Aslan x female!reader (platonic), Peter Pevensie x female!reader
Characters: Aslan, Lucy Pevensive, Susan Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian, & characters of my own.
Warnings: mention of weapons and war, sexual tension, like one cuss word
Era: Caspian (just believe that they stayed after)
Summary: Princess Y/N of Archenland assumed the throne overnight, as her parents and older brother were mysteriously killed in a shipwreck off the Eastern Sea. She knows that the death of her parents and brother was not a coincidence, yet the traumatic event begins her prophecy. The prophecy of Aslan’s lioness, the noblest warrior of Narnia. To obey the prophecy, she leaves Archenland to her two younger brothers, who are barely old enough to rule the kingdom logically. All tension with the High King aside, she will become High Queen Y/N, Aslan’s Lioness. Six years after leaving Archenland and becoming High King Peter’s wife, there are threats stirring in foreign lands. There is a war approaching all of Narnia, and Aslan has trained her from birth for this moment. There is a war coming, and she is going to be the one to stop it, with help of course.
Status: Unedited, Posted on Sat. December 26, 2020 (10:25 pm)
She walked out of the hidden castle towards her mother’s extraordinary flower garden. That’s where she always went to get fresh air. Her white and gold dress ruffled gently in the cold wind as she pulled her red dress robe closer to her body. The cold air nipped at her nose, causing her to look flushed. Rarely did it snow in her part of Narnia, but when it did, she relished in the feeling of the chilled air. She approached the stone bench and tucked her dress in before sitting herself appropriately on the bench.
“You shouldn’t be out here, you know?” She ridiculed.
“You’re out here,” the little voice squeaked out.
“I’m getting some fresh air, I couldn’t sleep,” she responded.
The head of a young blonde boy, roughly 10 years old, poked around the tree. He reluctantly walked towards her in his bundled up form.
“Perhaps I could keep you company?” he asked her pleadingly.
“I think it would be better if you headed up to bed, Finn.”
He nodded and stood up, kissing his sister on the cheek before heading off for the night. After a few more moments, a chill ran down her spine as a white wolf peaked its head out of the edge of the forest. The wolf and she sat in comfortable silence as if they could read one’s mind. She knew what it meant. She knew that it was a sign; a sign that tomorrow was going to be a greater day and she had to fulfill her prophecy.
After the wolf had broken eye contact and sulked back into the forest, she brushed off her dress with her cold, delicate hands, heading back into the castle.
She woke up early morning before the sunrise and packed all of her valuable belongings in a drawstring leather bag. She dressed in her training clothing: blue trousers, a white blouse, and a waist belt with a black riding coat over it all. With the leather bag thrown over her shoulder, she quietly made her way to the armory, careful not to wake anyone in the echoing walls of the castle. Opening her designated cupboard in the corner of the armory, she quickly fastened the hilt of her sword to her belt. She was courteous with making sure her daggers were also fit snugly in her boots. Looking back up, her eyes caught sight of the bow and arrows once belonging to her mother. Giving in, she hastily grabbed the bow and arrows, throwing the quiver over her shoulders, as a firm grip remained on the bow. She gently closed the cupboard, making her way to the adjacent stables.
Without starling any of the other horses, her petite but bold figure made her way over to her horse. They looked relevantly similar if one pondered on the topic. A fine horse he was, a strong one. She was the same: strong and determined to always do the right thing. She named him Borin, from where she had found him astray. She discovered him in the forest when she was a little girl; he was attempting his best to hide behind a pine tree. Hints the name, ‘bor’ the Slovenian word for “pine tree.”
“Borin,” she whispered, delicately stroking his mane, “it is time to go.”
As if the stallion had known his duty, he leaned his head into her touch before she saddled on. Immediately, they rode out of the stables and into the courtyard of the kingdom. The kingdom was quiet but the sun was starting to rise, meaning she had little time. Before she reached the entrance gate to the kingdom, she pulled Borin’s reins causing him to halt. She turned her head to look at the castle she called home. She sighed, knowing that she’s leaving her two younger brothers to become the kings without a queen. With one last goodbye, she whispered, “Farewell, Archenland.” Whipping the reigns, Borin set off towards the Dancing Lawn, where he would be waiting for her. After resting at about midday, she and Borin had gotten past the Bulgy Bears, which meant that the Dancing Lawn should be only one or two more terms.
Finally, she had arrived. There was a small pond that was on the far edge of the field, so she allowed Borin to trot over there before she had dismantled. After she had dismantled, she unhooked a satchel from the stallion’s saddle, opening it and spilling out the contents, which happened to be food for Borin.
“Eat up while we wait for him,” she said, petting his crest before she made her own way to sit next to the large horse. Not long after waiting a large shadow cast over her sitting form. Eventually, the heavy steps ceased as the large figure relaxed next to her.
“Hello, Princess Y/N, or should I say, High Queen,” the gruff but soothing voice spoke.
“I cannot be considered a High Queen if I was never crowned,” Y/N responded back.
“And for that, my dear, I apologize, but there are much bigger things to worry about.”
Y/N huffed, “Like my prophecy?”
The golden lion’s head turned towards her, immediately noticing the confliction upon her features blankly staring at her surroundings.
“You’re not happy,” he stated, a matter of factly.
“No, I’m not happy Aslan! My parents, the King and Queen of Archenland, and my brother are dead from a shipwreck, kickstarting my stupid prophecy. I had to leave my two younger brothers alone with the kingdom staff last night and I will probably not see them for however many years! Who knows? Then, I have to marry Peter, for Aslan’s sake!”
He chuckled, “I would appreciate you not using my name in vain while I am in your presence. I thought you were happy about marrying Peter?”
She sniffled, “Sorry. I am. Aslan, I am thrilled to marry Peter because he is the man I love; it just sounds impossible. How am I, a princess from a foreign land, your lioness? How am I supposed to be the noblest Narnian warrior and wife of the High King if I haven’t even become ruler of Archenland?”
“Nothing is impossible, dear one. In this world or in another.”
“So what’s the next step in all of this?”
“I would like you to come with me to Cair Paravel. That way we can start the arrangements for the wedding. ”
She nodded, but with hesitation, “What happens when Archenland finds out that I went to Cair Paravel to marry Peter?”
“You will be fine. There will not be a war. Archenland diplomats will see it as a permanent alliance. I promise.”
She signed heavily, bringing herself to lay on Aslan’s back.
“Will you be there with me?”
“I will be there to guide you and visit you all in good time. As for now, I am very busy teaching the others how to run a kingdom,” he spoke calmly.
Y/N smiled at the thought, “How’s Lucy?”
Aslan responded, “She is doing very well; growing into a very fine queen, indeed. She reminds me of a young you.”
Y/N pondered, “In what way?”
Aslan chuckled, “Well, she is very adventurous. Lucy has the urge to explore everything, much as you did. Her aspect of curiosity, moral stability, and social relations makes her one of the most courageous women in Cair Paravel. If she were any braver, she would be a lioness.”
Both she and Aslan laughed whole-heartedly. After all had settled down, she had fallen asleep on Aslan and Borin was asleep as well.
“Rest well, little lion. There is a war coming and you’re going to stop it,” he whispered as his own head rested snugly against hers, making her instinctively move close to Aslan, seeking warmth.
As the sun rose and the kingdom of Cair Paravel busied, Peter was patiently waiting for Y/N’s arrival.
“Peter,” Susan pestered, placing her book down on the library table.
The room fell silent, the bustling of the rest of the castle could be faintly heard outside of the grand wooden doors. Before Susan could speak, there was a rapid set of heavy footsteps approaching the door before it swung open, revealing an out-of-breath Caspian. “She’s here,” he breathed out before Peter could rush past him, Susan following close behind.
Y/N rode into the kingdom, her head held high. Orieus was on her right and an unnamed Minotaur on her left, guiding her into the castle’s courtyard, so that she could be greeted properly by the king and so Borin could be taken care of properly. Once reaching the middle of the courtyard, Caspian greeted her with an outstretched hand, to which she accepted with a smile. He helped her dismantle Borin as one of the stable boys insisted on leading Borin to his own stable. Another knight, clearly one of high authority asked if he could take the weaponry out of the way, to which she responded that they are very special to her and should be handled with the utmost care.
After everyone somewhat settled down she turned back to Caspian and practically jumped in his arms, engulfing him in a hug. He accepted, wrapping his own arms around her waist but being courteous because he knew Peter was carefully watching the scene play out.
“Oh Aslan, I missed you all so much,” Y/N sighed.“Come,” Capsian spoke as they pulled away, “The others are waiting for you inside.”
Y/N was guided inside the castle, Caspian leading her to the Great Hall, where everyone was waiting. Once the extraordinary engraved doors opened, Y/N was bombarded suddenly with a big hug from a small girl. “Hello, Lucy,” she smiled, tightening the hug.
After Lucy unwrapped her arms from around Y/N’s neck, Y/N was finally able to observe her surroundings. Edmund and Susan stood behind Lucy, small smiles on their faces. Peter was farther back in the room, but nonetheless beaming at Y/N. There were a few royal guards and few maidens scattered throughout the room. After Lucy had moved out the way, Y/N tightly hugged Susan and Edmund, greeting and making small talk with each one.
Once Susan was finished talking about the books Y/N has suggested to her, Y/N made her way over to Peter. Susan ushered Lucy, Edmund, and Caspian out of the Great Hall as well as the guards and maidens.
“Hello, my King,” Y/N curtsied.
Peter rolled his eyes, “Please, it is just us. No need for formalities.”
Once Y/N stood back up, Peter pulled a large ring out of his pocket, “I suppose this is for you.”
“Aren’t you going to make it seem like you want to marry me?” Y/N jokingly back.
Peter chuckled, looking down at the ring for a moment before meeting her ethereal features, “I mean, I had tried to formally propose but then you screamed at me because I was doing it before the fight with Miraz.”
She stepped forward, taking his hands in hers, slipping the ring on the ring finger of her left hand, “Yes, well. Your mind should have been completely focused on not dying in the fight, not me becoming your wife.”
Before Peter could say anything, Edmund had cracked open the double doors of the Hall, “I really do hate to intrude but the entirety of the kingdom is waiting for you both to make the formal declaration.”
“Yes, I had almost forgotten,” Peter smiled, gently wrapping his left arm around Y/N’s waist as they both proceeded to walk out of the Great Hall towards the balcony that displayed over all the kingdom.
As Peter and Y/N made their appearance, the crowd erupted in excitement. Y/N took this time to observe her surroundings. Peter and she stood dead center, Susan and Lucy standing off to the right behind the pair, yet Caspian and Edmund standing to the left. She took the time to watch the faces of those in the crowd, for she was always yearned to be intimate with the commoners of her kingdom. There were middle-aged commoners, kids, too; scattered in the crowds were skippers, royal guards, and creatures of the Great Forest. It brought joy to Y/N’s heart to see that all of them gathered just for the announcement of Peter and her’s wedding.
The kingdom’s trumpets sounded, signaling the crowd to cease their cheering. After the crowd had settled, the colonel of the royal guards stepped forward.
He spoke loudly, “May I present, High King Peter the Magnificent and his wife, High Queen Y/N the Lioness.”
As soon as the declaration finished, the cheering roared louder than it did before. The cheering brought smiles to everyone’s faces. Peter tightened his hold on Y/N’s waist, causing her attention to focus on him. As soon as she looked up at him, he captured her lips in a delicate but passionate kiss, causing the crowd to ignite in happiness. Y/N gladly excepted, kissing him back before pulling away. Peter and she both waved to the crowd before heading back inside the castle.
Once back inside, there was a maiden waiting for the King and Queen. Peter’s hand left Y/N’s waist as he allowed his hand to linger on the woman’s waist. He smiled, gesturing towards the maiden.
“My Queen,” he started, “this is your maiden, Emma. She will help you with anything that you will need. I have to go to some meetings, but I will be back by the time you are preparing for bed. Emma said she would be happy to show you the in’s and out’s of the castle while I am away.”
Y/N nodded at Peter, smiling at the maiden as she returned the gesture. Before leaving the corridor, Peter leaned down to give a quick farewell peck on Y/N’s lips.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?” he questioned as Y/N nodded in response.
The blonde-haired boy turned to Emma, “Thank you again for showing her around while I am gone.”
She curtsied, “Of course, your highness, I wish you the best of luck on your political duties.”
And with that, he was gone out the door, leaving Emma with Y/N. As the night went along, Emma and Y/N became quite the pair. As a matter of fact, they were the best of friends.
Later that night, after Emma had helped Y/N prepare to bathe, Y/N had sent Emma back to her quarters for the night. When Peter had come through the large engraved door, Y/N was in her night slip, brushing her hair in her mirror.
“Hello, darling,” he gently stated.
“Hey, Pete.”
He strode over to give her a kiss on the crown of her head, his hands rubbing gently atop her shoulders.
“How did the meeting go?”
Peter breathed in deeply, “Oh, you know, Edmund is a lot more persuasive than I could have wondered.”
“Please Peter, I figured that out a long time ago,” Y/N scolded.
Peter shrugged, “I guess I never thought about it. Now, if you don’t mind, I am going to freshen up before bed.”
“Mhmm, sounds good,” Y/N replied.
The two were in their shared bed. Y/N sinking into Peter’s strong embrace. Y/N had cracked open the balcony doors so that the cool air could circulate throughout the room. She hadn’t been able to close her eyes without drowning her mind with doubtful thoughts. She rolled over so that she was now facing Peter. She looked up and saw him peacefully sleeping, but she wouldn’t go to sleep without his lulling.
“Peter,” she whispered, placing one of her hands on the upper chest.
“Hmm?” he responded tiredly.
“I’m scared of this.”
He peeked through one of his eyes to look down at her mesmerizing features, “You are one of the strongest women I know. You are willing to do anything for the good of others. And I know how hard it was to be pulled from Archenland, but I am completely faithful that you are going to fit in perfectly in the Narnian kingdom and treat the kingdom and the people in it as your own. As far as I know, we are doing every step together. Every step of the way, no matter how long it takes.”
Y/N sighed, wrapping her arms around Peter’s torso, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Princess,” Peter groggily spoke, kissing her forehead sloppily.
After a few more moments, Peter easily resumed sleep as Y/N fell asleep with the comfort of Peter’s words flowing through her mind.
#peter pevensie x reader#peter pevensie#narnia#narnia x reader#aslan the lion#caspian imagine#king caspian#king peter the magnificent#edmund x reader#edmund pevensie#lucy pevensie#susan pevensie#caspian x reader#the lion the witch and the wardrobe#voyage of the dawn treader#prince caspian#aslan x reader
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When a job goes terribly wrong, the Fairy Tail guild is left to pick up the pieces. Mourning the deaths of their guildmates, Lucy can't seem to find the strength to move forward. But she comes to realize one person understands. His madness was her mercy, and she finally began to hope that maybe he could make her heart beat again.
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Genre: Adventure/Tragedy
Warning: Character Death(s)
Ch. 1 l Ch. 2 l
Chapter 3
Word Count: 3,100
Can also be found here
I give up on editing this anymore so here it is
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The first thing Juvia noticed upon entering the guildhall that morning was that Gray was nowhere to be found. More often than not, he arrived earlier than she, prompting a touch of concern as to where the ice-make mage could be. He had taken a job the day before, so there was a chance he could be sleeping in after arriving home late.
The second thing she noticed was the hum of electricity among her fellow guildmates. They gathered at the tables closest to the stage, everyone murmuring amidst themselves. Knitting her brows with worry, the bluenette weaved her way over to where Wendy sat.
“Good morning, Wendy,” she greeted the young girl with a small smile. “Why is everyone so lively?”
With a drained look she offered, “Hello, Juvia,” before dropping her gaze to the floor. “I-I guess you haven’t heard yet.”
Blue eyes glanced between her and Charle, who perched beside her with a hollow expression. “Hear what?”
“Well, Team Natsu went on a mission yesterday and-”
Her heart missed a beat, terrifying worst-case scenarios coming to her mind with Gray’s absence. “Where’s Gray?” Juvia demanded anxiously. “Has he returned?”
Wendy quickly nodded, setting her panic at ease. “Yeah, he came home. He’s in the infirmary right now. I’m not sure what happened, but he and Lucy were hurt pretty bad.”
Her eyes shifted distractedly over to the hallway leading to their clinic. “Maybe Juvia should go check on him.”
“Absolutely not,” a woman interrupted before she could scamper off to his side. Porlyusica suddenly appeared with her ever present scowl. “He needs to rest. Leave him be.”
“O-Oh… Ah… right,” Juvia stammered, feeling a blush come to her cheeks. She still felt anxious, but knew better than to question the elder woman’s words. “Will he be all right?”
“He’ll be fine. He’s a stubborn fool.”
The water mage breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”
“Hey, you guys!” Levy called as she bounced over, Team Shadowgear hot on her heels.
“Oh, good morning,” Wendy greeted.
“What happened last night?” the solid-script mage asked, concerned lines creasing her brow as she took note of their medicinal advisor. “Jet told me he had to fetch Porlyusica.”
“Gray and Lucy were badly injured,” Juvia explained. “What happened is still unclear.”
“Cana didn’t offer an explanation either when she came to get me,” Jet said, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve never seen her so sober.”
Levy fiddled with the hem of her dress nervously, giving Wendy a questioning glance. “Is Lu okay?”
“She’ll be fine,” she affirmed with a small nod. “They both just need some rest for now.”
“What’s everyone buzzin’ about?” Gajeel questioned as he sauntered over, keeping his eyes peeled on the rest of the guildhall. “Ain’t like them this early in the morning.”
Panther Lily hopped onto the table next to Charle. “We’re usually never here this early,” he pointed out.
“Master wants to make an announcement.” Cana strolled over, her customary barrel of alcohol propped against her hip and a soft warmth blooming upon her cheeks. “It’s not good.”
“Why do you say that?” Levy asked.
“I saw Lucy and Gray come in last night. It was pretty bad.”
“You don’t think something terrible happened, do you?” Wendy fiddled with her hands anxiously.
Gajeel folded his arms over his chest. “Didn’t they go on a mission with Salamander?”
“Yeah, along with Erza and Happy.” Levy’s hazel eyes quickly scanned their gathered guildmates. “But I haven’t seen either of them all morning.”
“The Thunder Legion was sent out, too,” Cana mumbled. “This doesn’t sit well with me.”
The guildhall suddenly hushed as Makarov entered the room, climbing up onto the stage in order to be better seen and heard. Mirajane stood beside him, but her usual cheerful smile had been replaced by a deep frown. Her eyes were rimmed red and her cheeks were flushed, making it apparent to everyone that she had been crying. Levy exchanged an anxious glance with those beside her.
Their master cleared his throat, his eyes noticeably misty. “My heart is heavy today,” he began, his voice thick with tears. “I come to you not as your guild master, but as a member of the family we hold dear. Unfortunately, in this world, not everything can be fixed, no matter how much we wish it could.”
Dread had Levy’s stomach locked up tight and her teeth clenched together.
The room fell eerily silent. “Yesterday, our strongest team went on a mission to capture bandits in Freesia. But demons from the books of Zeref blindsided them.”
Levy swallowed against the hard lump in her throat. It became hard to breathe. Where was Erza, Natsu, and Happy? Why weren’t they there?
“It is with a broken heart that I tell you some of our family did not make it home alive.”
“N-No,” Levy whispered, her hands muffling the gasp that escaped as tears welled in her eyes. Loud murmurs of disbelief rang out across the guild, fear building in a frenzy as everyone turned wide eyes to their master.
He paused for a moment to reel in his emotions as Mirajane quietly broke down sobbing beside him. “Natsu, Erza, and Happy all died in battle. They were our beloved family and fought bravely to instill the protection of those we hold dear.”
The news passed through the guild like a hurricane. Levy’s mind was laid waste by it, the desolation she felt all consuming. She suddenly felt weak in the knees, falling backwards onto a bench. Cana dropped her alcohol, causing the contents to spill onto the floor. The room filled with hysterical crying, the screaming sobs molding together to form one.
“T-Tom Cat…?” she heard Charle whisper from beside her, a choked sob escaping Wendy’s lips.
Gajeel clenched his hands into fists, wide eyes staring as he tried to comprehend the master’s words. “S-Salamander? No way…”
Levy cried as if her brain was being shredded from the inside. From her mouth came a cry so raw that Gajeel bent down to pull her to his chest, running shaky fingers through her hair. She curled her hands around his shirt so she could find some gravity with her violent shaking. The whole world vanished for her. Now there was only pain enough to break her - to break them - pain enough to change them all beyond recognition.
“My children!” Makarov cried out above the noises of desolation.
The screams quieted to soft, choked sobs, as they all turned blurry vision toward him. Each of their expressions begged him to have the answers as to how this had happened… as to how they were supposed to endure such a loss.
He looked over each and every one of them, his own tears falling down his cheeks. “Y-You’re going to think that the pain will never end, but it will. That I can promise. But first, you have to let it all in. You can’t fight it; it’s bigger than you. You have to let yourself drown in it, but then, eventually, you’ll start to swim. And every single breath that you fight for will make you stronger. And I promise you, you’ll beat this! We all will!”
“How the hell did this happen?!” Macao called out angrily. “How?!”
Makarov shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t have all the details. Thank Mavis that Gray and Lucy were both brought back home alive. They’re in the infirmary recovering thanks to Wendy and Porlyusica.”
Levy squeezed her eyes shut, listening as Gajeel mumbled incoherent phrases, as Juvia cried for a queen, and Wendy sobbed for a fellow dragon slayer. She took in everything, feeling as if a weight pressed on her chest, and she was drowning in her own tears.
Their master wiped his hand under his nose like a child. “I have postponed any job requests for the time being. With the jewels we received from the Games, I will cover all expenses until further notice. Do not break alone, my children. We are a family, and we will get through this together - as a family.”
Within the mess of emotions surrounding her, Levy repeated Makarov’s news over and over again in her mind.
Natsu… Erza… Happy… dead…
Lucy… Gray… alive…
And then her eyes opened wide.
Lucy…!
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Lucy felt emotionally bankrupt. There was nothing left to feel, nothing left to say, nothing left but the void that enveloped her mind in swirling blackness. She peeked out from beneath her covers and looked at Gray with eyes filled with anguish. He was sitting up, his gaze trained on the window, as he had been for the past two hours.
Reluctantly, once he had woken up and questioned what had happened, she had given him the news of their friends’ deaths. He had yelled out in denial, refusing to believe her, but as she replayed their final moments out on the battlefield as Virgo and Loke appeared, reality started to set in.
Since then, he had clammed up. He had sobbed - she had never seen him so vulnerable - and then he went silent. He now stared vacantly out at the sunrise, as if searching for something.
About an hour ago, she had heard all the commotion coming from the main hall and knew the rest of the guild had been told the news. The door creaked open, catching Lucy’s attention. She glanced over her covers to see a petite young woman with blue hair peek her head in.
“Lu…?” she whispered hesitantly.
The blonde debated if she wanted to see her friend, or if she would rather pretend to be asleep so she could be left alone. Thinking better of it, she pulled the blanket off of her face. “Hey, Levy,” she replied softly.
Levy stepped over, her hands clenched in front of her as if to keep them from trembling. Her cheeks were red and blotchy from crying. “Oh, Lucy…”
Her words were so tender and full of sympathy, that Lucy felt tears welling in her eyes all over again. “He-He’s gone,” she said, her voice cracking. “They’re all gone.”
Lucy’s body began to shake with her sobs, the sound breaking free from her throat, savage and raw. Levy pushed away the covers and slid into the bed next to her. She wrapped her arms around her friend, running her fingers through her golden-spun hair, and whispered soothing words to help calm her shattered heart.
Sometime during it all, Juvia came to Gray’s bedside, reaching out a trembling hand around his own. “Gray…?” she whispered.
His only response was to pull away, ignoring her presence completely. The desolation he felt consumed him, his mind became an icy wasteland; the wind howled in his soul and wrapped icy tentacles around his heart so tightly, it almost stopped beating.
And faintly, he realized, it had begun to rain.
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Sitting alone at the Fairy Tail guildhall, Cana took a swig from her glass and waited for the effects to kick in. She waited. And waited. But the numb feeling inside her didn’t wane.
The quiet of the guildhall made her blood run as cold as Fiore’s winters. It was as if nature conspired against her in the dark, not daring to whisper the reassurance she craved. Echoes of boisterous voices spun through her mind, of a lively guild filled with fistfights and magic.
Now, there was only silence.
It gnawed at her insides, hanging in the air like the suspended moment before falling glass shattered on the ground. Like a gaping void. It needed to be filled with sounds, words, anything.
The main door creaked open and she heard soft footsteps echo in the empty guildhall. Mirajane walked over to Cana, giving her a weak smile, barely noticeable in the dim lighting. “I thought I’d find you here.” Her blue eyes, which were usually so bright and kind, had dulled to an opaque grey. They were puffy, but her tears had finally dried up.
The card mage tilted her head in acknowledgement, taking another long gulp. “Where else is there to be?”
Humming her agreement, the eldest Strauss sibling slipped behind the bar for a glass to fill from the tap, and joined Cana in a drink. Once the news of what had happened had sunk in, everyone had dispersed to find their own way of grieving.
“I used to complain about how loud the guild was. All the fighting and the music and the people non-stop talking,” Cana said, her voice brittle as if she were about to cry. “Now, it’s too quiet. I’d give my right arm to hear Natsu start a fight or for Erza to end it, or for Happy to make another of his snarky comments.”
Blue eyes peered wistfully over the darkened guildhall, memories of their childhood revolving through her mind. Over a decade had passed since the first of them had stumbled into Fairy Tail. Even after all they had been through at such a young age, they had still been so innocent as to what lay ahead. “It’s a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment, everything you hold dear can be altered forever.”
Cana gripped her glass tighter. “It all just feels like a bad joke.”
“I don’t think the universe is kidding this time.” She didn’t need to voice aloud the circumstances regarding Lisanna’s death. Her body had disappeared in a glitter of golden light. This time, there was no mistake that Natsu, Erza, and Happy were gone. Mirajane took a sip of her drink thoughtfully, swirling the alcohol around in her mouth, relishing in the burn before swallowing.
Cana raised a brow suspiciously. “Since when do you drink?”
“Since I woke up yesterday and never imagined the day would end this badly.” The barmaid shrugged, silver hair a mess and her eyes sad. “I always thought there were bad days, but not in the way most people think, you know? I think… I think really bad days happen when everything seems to be going wrong, and you just want to throw your hands up in the air and give up. Because clearly, the world is out to get you.”
Tears welling in her eyes, Cana held up her glass. “To really, really bad days, then.”
They drank quietly as the shadows grew darker and it wasn’t until after nightfall that they realized something.
As it turned out, a person couldn’t drink away the silence.
...
Every breath was an implosion.
Lucy sat on the edge of the bed with no strength to move. Her shaky fingers finally came to a stop after running restlessly through her messy hair. She bit down on her lip trying not to burst into tears. It wasn’t going to help. It wouldn’t change anything.
Night had fallen, causing everyone to leave the guild. Juvia had fallen asleep in a chair, her head resting on Gray’s bed, but Lucy had persuaded Levy to go home. Brown eyes lifted to look at her teammate, lip quivering.
“Gray…?” Her voice came out in a choked whisper.
“Don’t.” The word was deliberate, and sharper than knives. He didn’t even bother to face her, instead lying on his side with his back toward her.
Lucy glanced away, feeling as if she had been slapped. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders, the events of the day leaving her feeling hollow. “You don’t get to do this,” she muttered, clenching her hands into fists.
“Don’t,” he repeated. “Just don’t. I don’t want to hear you say what I think you’re gonna say.”
Gray had woken up hours ago with the bitter taste of ash in his mouth and the grit of building caked into his skin. Somehow, before Lucy had replayed the events of the battle for him, he had known it was over. A part of him really knew. People always say they thought they would know if someone close to them had died. Maybe it was true. Because something inside him had broken on that day, and he knew it was over.
Grief felt like emptiness in his heart, a sheer of nothingness that somehow took over and held his soul, threatening to kill him entirely. It gave him this heavy feeling that was like the weight of the world sat on his chest.
He knew grief very well.
He felt it when Ur looked back at him, her body becoming the infamous iced-shell, as she gave her life for his. “I want Lyon to discover the world; Gray, you too, of course. You don’t have to be sad,” she had told him with a smile. “I’m alive. I’m eternally alive as ice. Step into the future. I’ll seal your darkness.”
He felt it when Ultear had given years of her life to give him one more minute of his, changing his fate entirely - her elderly face, tilted with lips pulled up, a shake of her head, wordlessly telling him it was okay.
And he felt it when Erza turned her back to him, scarlet hair shimmering in the fire’s glow; her armor cracked, her swords drawn. “I made a promise! I told Ultear I would look after you,” she had shouted back to him, facing the demon head-on as he lay bleeding. “And I never break a promise!” Even though by then she was already dying, she fought on. She was drenched to the core in blood and yet she fought on. She fought on until she collapsed and could fight no more. And then with the crack of bones, she was gone.
Why?!
Why did every woman he had ever learned to care for decide that his life was worth more than theirs? Why was he always the one left behind to mourn, to feel the guilt of their deaths?
It wasn’t fair, dammit!
“Please… Gray…”
Lucy’s voice drew him from his thoughts and he glanced down to see he had wrapped the sheets tight in his fist, turning his knuckles white. He closed his eyes, but she somehow knew he was listening.
“We-We have their blood on our hands… Tell me it’s going to be okay. Promise me it’s going to be alright,” she cried meekly. “Tell me we have a reason to be here when they aren’t.”
He was silent for a moment, turning his hardened gaze to the dark sky outside. “I can’t.”
She opened her mouth and then closed it again, unable to come up with any response.
#fairy tail#fairy tail fanfiction#lucy heartfilia#gray fullbuster#natsu dragneel#erza scarlet#team natsu#sassy stays classy#my fanfiction#the last of us
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High Notes
Chapter Two
Characters belong to Cassandra Clare
It had been two days since the girls had told them about the tour and Thomas was freaking out. How was he supposed to one, go out in front of all those people every night, two, see Alastair practically every day for five months? Thomas had barely packed anything, he was currently standing in his room staring at his suitcase which so far held a pair of sweatpants and his “Move, I’m gay.” t-shirt his friends had gotten him when he came out.
He hadn’t come out to anyone other than Matthew, James, Cordelia, Lucie, Christopher, and his sister Barbara. It wasn’t that he was scared to tell the rest of his family because they were very accepting of Matthew and James, but this voice in the back of his mind kept telling him that if he told his family they wouldn’t like it because it was their son.
Their only son. The only person in his family who could carry on the name. Well there was always Christopher and Anna but no one in his immediate family besides himself. Thomas also had quite the fanbase and did not want to find out what their opinion was. He was scared they would turn on him which had happened to others before.
So when he told his friends they kept his secret. They respected his reasons for not telling anyone but it didn’t keep them from telling him he was an idiot for not believing them when they said his family wouldn’t care.
Thomas snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Matthew leaning against the door to Thomas’ room. Christopher and James were out with their families spending time with them before they left for the tour.
“Thomas, sweetheart, love, dear friend of mine, please stop stressing. You’re stressing over Alastair more than I ever did over Jamie and that’s really saying something.” Thomas feels a familiar heat rise up to his face. He was blushing like a grade school girl. Was he really that obvious?
“No one can ever beat you in gay pining Matthew Fairchild.” Is what Thomas chose to say. Matthew threw his head back and laughed. “That may be but you sure are putting up a fight. I’m serious though Tom, the more you stress about it the worse it’ll be.” Matthew said flashing him a serious look. It looked out of place on Matthew’s face. It was a rare sight.
Thomas smiled slightly at him. Matthew had never liked Alastair much, something about childhood enemies, so it meant a lot that Matthew was being so chill about Thomas liking Alastair. “Thank you, Matthew. I’m serious thank you.” Thomas says in a small voice smiling at Matthew crookedly.
Matthew rolls his eyes and smirks. “It would make me a bit of a hypocritical asshole to have judged you for that. I’ve done far worse things than loving Alastair Carstairs.” It hit Thomas then, just how much Matthew saw through him. As if he was see-through. That’s what always made them so close. They were such total opposites that it was almost unbelievable just how they read each other so well.
Thomas smiled sincerely at Matthew and Matthew swatted his arm. “Okay, enough seriousness I can only endure small doses at a time.” Thomas laughed and shook his head at his friend. Matthew laughed back. “Do you want some help packing? I’ve already finished.”
Thomas smiled, that was such a Matthew thing. It was a common misconception that Matthew was a procrastinator. He was actually the opposite, he was one of those ungodly people who do things as soon as they are asked to.
“Of course you have, Matthew.” Thomas said exasperated. “If you could, I would greatly appreciate it. I always forget something important.” Matthew gave him a knowing look. “Don’t worry Tom. I won’t let you forget anything important.” Thomas nods and they spend the next three hours packing. With a brief intermission where they had a pillow fight after Thomas accidentally hit Matthew with his pillow.
At least he wasn’t as freaked out as he was before.
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Thomas, four days later, was standing in his parent's living room laughing with a glass of wine in his hand. His mother was sitting on the sofa next to his father.
His father, Gideon, was a successful politician like his father had been before he went corrupt. Unlike Thomas’ grandfather, Gideon was well-loved among the people. Thomas’s father and mother, Sophie, had one of those sickeningly sweet love stories that the people loved.
His father had gotten a maid when he was sixteen (spoiler, it was his Sophie). Gideon had been in love with her “from the moment he met her” and had done everything he could to see her. Including asking her to do just about anything and everything for him which his foolish teenage brain had thought was a brilliant idea.
It wasn’t and Sophie had grown up despising him until one day they fought over scones, Thomas had always found that part hilarious. Once Gideon had had a chance to explain why there was a pile of scones under his bed Sophie had allowed him to take her on a date. And the rest was, well, history.
Thomas had always loved that story. He had grown up wanting one just like it, his two sisters were in the same boat. His oldest sister Barbara had found that in her current boyfriend Oliver. They had that cute barista, coffee addiction story. Oliver had to write his number on Barbara’s cut four times before she finally called him. They had been sickeningly lovey-dovey ever since. Thomas’s other sister Eugenia hadn’t found that yet and so they whispered about how disgusting Barbara and Oliver were when they came to family dinners.
They were all sitting in the living room. Barbara was sitting in one of the lounge chairs next to Eugenia's chair. Thomas was sitting on the floor with his back against Barbara’s legs. “It was hilarious I have never seen him so red!” Barbara exclaimed in hysterics, over some story about Oliver spilling coffee all over some scary-looking man covered in tattoos.
"What a Prince Charming." Thomas said tilting his head back so he could look up at his sister. Barbara smacked his face lightly and laughed. "Isn't he!" They all laugh again. Thomas looks back to his parents to see them both looking at him, sweet smiles on their faces. Thomas smiles back immediately.
"Tommy we're so proud of you." Sophie says in a soft voice. Thomas beams at her, it was no secret he was 100% a momma's boy. “Your music, your lyrics are who you are. We have always encouraged you to be your true self and you always are.” His father said affectionately. Thomas feels a ball of guilt tightens in his stomach.
It was true they did always tell him to be himself. He wished he could be. He really really did, but alas it wasn’t the time. He couldn’t really tell them and then take off for five months. So he holds it in and flashes them a carefree smile.
“Thank you. I hope you know you’re all my inspiration. I wouldn’t be where I am without you.” I say looking around at all of them making a point to look at my sisters as well. Barbara smiles kindly at him. “As lovely as it is to hear your brother tell you you’re the inspiration to all his love songs, I do hope we’re not your only inspiration.”
I shove her and laugh. “Barb! Stop! Not at all what I meant! Way to ruin a moment!” Barbara and Eugenia laugh and Gideon and Sophie roll their eyes fondly. “Okay! Okay! Sorry but Genie and I were wondering who you write all those love songs about!” Barbara says wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. I freeze and force a laugh out looking down at my hands. I clear my throat but no words come out.
“I think that’s quite enough girls.” Sophie said in her simultaneously kind and stern voice. The girls stop laughing and pout. “But-”
“You’re mother’s quite right, girls. I think we should leave poor Thomas alone.” Gideon says backing Sophie up as he always did. Thomas felt a rush of affection for his parents, so loving, so kind. So unlike some of his other friends' parents. He feels a pang of sadness go through him as he thinks of Matthew with his nice but absentee parents and Cordelia and Alastair whose father abandoned them and whose mother died.
“I love you all. I’m going to miss you quite a deal more than I thought I would.” His sisters each squeeze one of his hands. “Oh darling, you say that as if we aren’t going to call every night!” Sophie says with a sparkle in her eyes. Thomas groans acting annoyed but his smile is a dead giveaway.
Gideon stands up and walks over to Thomas. “Thank you for coming and saying goodbye. We will miss you sorely, I wish I could stay longer but I have a pressing meeting I attend to.” Thomas smiles and stands up feeling his father’s arms around him. He holds on tightly. His father wasn’t the most affectionate person so it was nice when this happens.
He squeezes one more time before Gideon lets him go. “It’s quite alright Pops. I’m glad I get the chance to see you all one more time before I head off. I would stop by tomorrow but we are heading out at five and I’m afraid I won’t get the chance.” Sophie smiled kindly walking over to him to hug him goodbye.
“That’s quite alright Tommy, but don’t you dare forget to call when you leave and arrive no matter the time.” Thomas nods leaning down to rest his chin on his mother’s head. Thomas was quite tall and affectionately called ‘Giant’ by his sisters quite frequently so his mother and her petite figure didn’t even come up to his chin.
Thomas pulls back and kisses his mother’s cheek. “I wouldn’t dream of it mum.” Sophie nods her approval and moves to let Eugenia hug him. “I hope you have fun, Tommy, but not too much.” she says, pulling away enough for him to see her wink before pulling him back in and whispering, “But remember protection, we don’t want any little feet running around just yet.”
Thomas pulls away abruptly sputtering. Eugenia laughed and pats his shoulder. “Genie!” He says betrayed. She laughs again before moving out of his way. “Now get out and go see the world brother!” Thomas shakes his head and waves to his mother, father, and sister once more before walking to the door with Barbara.
They stepped outside the door and Barbara closed it softly before turning to Thomas, it was then that Thomas noticed the tears in her eyes. He frowns and shakes his head. “Don’t you dare start crying Barb, you know it makes me cry.” Barbara let out a wet laugh before pulling him in close for a hug. He melts into it.
Out of all his family, he was closest to Barbara, mostly because he didn’t have to hide anything from her. “I do suggest you keep me updated with Alastair. I mean it. Every detail. If he sneezes I want to know. She says tears started to slide down her face. Thomas feels the back of his throat and his nose starts to burn.
He clings to Barbara tighter. “Stop it. I’m crying now stop it!” He says pathetically, starting to shake slightly. Barbara hugs him tightly once more before pulling away and hastily wiping the tears off her face. “Sorry sorry don’t cry it’ll make me worse and it’ll be an endless cycle.” Thomas laughed and nodded, drying his own eyes.
Barbara smiled at Thomas through her wet eyes, she placed a hand on each of his shoulders. “I love you Tommy don’t forget that.” She pulled away and smiled wider. She reached up to her neck and unclasped her necklace. It was just a chain and Thomas wondered what it was for before she handed it to him and took her ring off her finger. It had footprints around the band. It was very pretty Thomas had to admit.
Barbara handed it to him and flipped it so he could see the writing on the inside. He frowned and took it from her so he could hold it closer and read it. He felt tears building in his eyes as he read it. ‘Where we go, we go as one.’ It was something Barbara had been saying to him since he was five. Thomas felt the tears slide down his face and grabbed Barbara in a bone-crushing hug.
She laughed but Thomas could hear the tears in her voice. “Thank you.” He whispered through the tears. Barbara sighed and patted his back before whispering a quiet, “Always.” and pulling away.
She shoved him away without bothering to wipe her tears. “Okay now go you big loof.” Thomas smiled and kissed her cheek before turning and walking back to his car. He missed them already.
#high notes#high notes: chapter two#thomas lightwood#alastair carstairs#sophie lightwood#gideon lightwood#eugenia lightwood#barbara lightwood
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Moments in Literature that Shaped Me (and Why)
Romeo and Juliet (William Shakespeare)
it’s their first meeting: the moment that made me believe that love at first sight could be a Thing. Not necessarily a wise thing, not an all-excusing thing but a thing. I know I’ve told this story before but I will never forget reading this play in study hall during my senior year—like literally reading my Dover’s paperback edition—and feeling the sudden electricity of their first meeting solely through their words alone. They are a POEM; they are IT, the magic and the truth and the innocence of love embodied in total truth. They snuck past all my defenses to shake me to my core. I remembered, just as I was heading to lunch, that they both died and I almost cried.
Daddy Long Legs (Jean Webster)
It’s the moment that Judy realizes she’s pretty. It’s not played as a big deal, she doesn’t wrestle with her looks prior to this. It’s just a passing remark, I think literally a P.S on one of her letters. “I’d be an awful idiot not to know it with three looking glasses in the room.” It’s so ..... direct? I didn’t know people (girls) were allowed to be matter-of-fact and POSITIVE about their appearance. It felt refreshing and exciting and unexpected to high school me and I wanted (still want) to embody that spirit of practical honesty over that of false modesty and/or unnecessary insecurity.
Why not sometimes be frank? And own your own gifts? (And yes, everyone has them even if not in the same way.)
Mill on the Floss (George Eliot)
So it’s the moment after Maggie has come back after running away with Stephen, and is sitting in her room, completely absorbed in her misery, soaking in the shame and judgment of the town and in her own guilt for running away with her cousin’s fiancé (even though she came back!) it’s sunset, I believe, and Lucy sneaks into Maggie’s room and wraps her arms around her and says, I can’t remember exactly, but something to the effect of “I love you, Maggie, it’s okay, I know, I know, it’s okay, I know you didn’t want to hurt me.”
AND I JUST. Still to this day it makes me tear up. First of all the utter generosity and forgiveness of it —Maggie ran off with LUCY’s FIANCÉ!! She had every right to be mad!!—but instead she understood. She understood that Maggie and Stephen had this magnetic, fated, undeniable attraction and she chooses to focus on the fact that Maggie ! Came ! Back ! That she chose to leave him at the hardest point, when coming back meant only social punishment and isolation for her because Maggie wanted to be true to Lucy! Because she loved her!!! I love Maggie—my beloved, badly treated Maggie—receiving this moment of love and understanding from the depths of her misery; I love Lucy for giving it.
Also visually that moment has stayed with me always. The blonde, pretty, petite beloved Lucy slipping into a room at sunset and putting her arms around this striking, dark-haired, wild, lonely girl who is SUFFERING SO MUCH and just loving her, being gentle with her, telling her it is okay, that she doesn’t have to tear herself into a million pieces over a mistake, even a big one.
The BING AND DARCY OF IT ALL I CRY.
Grisly Grisell (Charlotte M. Yonge)
Look. I know that only 3 people on this planet have read this book but I will never not think that Leonard Copeland throwing himself on his knees and begging Grisell not to leave to become a Gray Sister (a nun) and saying “it’s you, it’s always been you, I don’t love Eleanor i love you! even though I was such an idiot for so long, please let me try to love and serve you and try to be half the husband you deserve!” in response to her suggesting that their marriage should be annulled because it was only for political reasons is the most romantic thing in the world. It just IS.
The marriage for political reasons !!!! suddenly becoming real !!!!! Grisell trying to be generous and fair and set him free from her!!!!!! Leonard refusing to let himself be freed!!! Also truly the public display of it all!!! Him dramatically and literally going on his knees in front of her!!!! Grisell crying!!! And barely able to answer!!!!!
I. DIED. This book taught 7th grade me what romance was and I know it’s a high and weirdly specific bar to have as a measure of romance but tbh I’ve been very happy with where it’s taken me in my romantic life.
The Odyssey (Homer)
When Telemachus takes off his tunic and tosses it at his nurse Eurycleia and she smooths it out and folds it and lays it out for him neatly so he can wear it the next day!!!
This moment was like a shock wave to me that connected the ancient world to our world in one single domestic moment. The fact that teenage boys (or young-ish) boys never change, that loving women like Eurycleia (essentially the grandma figure) don’t change either. The love behind her gesture, the implicit trust behind his careless act, made the truth that humans are all the same from generation to generation snap into place for me.
#literature#about me#TRULY A NICHE POST#there are more#molly from the virginian springs to mind but these are the Big Ones
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Learn To Leave A Room (series)
PART ONE
Pairing: Jake & female!Reader
Warnings: general sexiness, but nothing too risque yet
Summary: Balancing relationships is hard work - God forbid someone throw a wrench into it.
Notes: This whole fic is long af because I have a lot to say about Jake Kiszka, but each chapter will be digestible in size. Bless @lantern-inthenight for beta-ing the first chapter for me. ;__;
We are all taking my descent into being a Jake Girl as best as we can.
“I am not ashamed, the story goes. I swear I will learn to leave a room without touching every part of your face.” — Marcelo Hernandez Castillo, “How to Grow the Brightest Geranium,” published in Breakwater Review
You are many things. You’re a good daughter, a loyal friend, and a mother to four houseplants. You are not, however, a morning person, which is why being ripped away from your warm bed at 6 am is less than ideal. You’ve never been able to say no to Lucy though (not that she’d give you any choice), which is why you’re sitting across from her in her favorite diner as the sun rises outside.
Lucy has been your best friend since middle school, through thick and thin, and you love her to death. She can find the right words in any situation, and she always manages to look beautiful, even at this ungodly hour.
Her curls are always soft and shiny and at first, you think she might be glowing but the closer you look, the more convinced you become that she’s wearing highlighter. You frown. You could barely manage to throw your hair up in a bun this morning, let alone think about makeup-
“Hey, hello?” Lucy is leaning in, grinning expectantly. “Are you listening to me?”
You shake your head apologetically. “Sorry, Lu. I’m still waking up.”
“Want some more coffee?” she asks, but she doesn’t wait for your reply before waving the waitress over. You think most people couldn’t get away with something like that, but she’s so sweet and soft-spoken that everyone melts - even the busy waitress. Lucy kindly asks for a refill for you both so you take that moment to finish the rest of your cup. You’re not sure whether to be grateful or a bit embarrassed when the waitress takes a look at you and then decides to just leave the carafe.
“Also, is now an okay time to tell you Josh is joining us in a couple of minutes?” Lucy asks sheepishly, cutting you off from your thoughts again.
“I had expected nothing less,” you say, giving her an assuring smile, though it’s not entirely true. You’re not upset at all, it’s just that you can remember a time when it was just you and Lucy against the world. You used to eat lunch together every day and study every night in high school. When she met Josh, it had somehow seamlessly started to become Lucy, Josh, and you. Third Wheeling.
Josh is impossible to dislike, you think, no matter how badly you wish you could. He’s simply too charming and handsome, despite being a bit too loud and a lot less funny than he thinks he is.
“You can invite your guy,” Lucy suggests excitedly. You shake your head instantly, huffing a nervous laugh.
“No way. It’s too new,” you explain, fiddling with the handle of your mug aimlessly. “It would be awkward.”
You’re not facing the door, but you can tell the exact second that Josh steps through it, both because the little bell rings, and because Lucy’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. You lovingly shake your head and take a sip of the fresh coffee.
“Oh, he brought Jake,” she says offhandedly. Your heart skips a beat, and despite telling yourself not to, you turn your head to look. Josh is oddly put together for this hour as well, and you silently wonder if he and Lucy are turning into the same person. You hear that can happen when you’ve been dating long enough.
When your eyes catch on Jake behind him, you snap your head back around and groan under your breath.
You had not been prepared to see Josh this morning. You had not even been well prepared to see Lucy this morning. You were absolutely not prepared for Jake.
It’s not like you don't see him often enough. Lucy drags you along to the Kiszka house nearly every time you hang out, and you can’t say you really mind. Their house is always warm and cozy. It’s just that...
You shoot a glare at her, but she just laughs and shrugs her petite shoulders.
“I swear to god, I thought he was coming alone,” she assures.
You’d never tell Lucy, but you’ve always thought Jake was the more attractive twin, even well before she had started dating Josh. He was just so effortlessly cool and collected in comparison.
On a whim, you quickly stand and slide in next to Lucy, ignoring her questioning look. In a hushed tone, you turn your head to her and say, “If Josh sits next to you, then I have to sit with-”
She cuts you off with a laugh and just as the boys reach your booth, she subtly reaches over and locks her fingers with yours under the table. The little squeeze she gives lets you know she understands.
“Hi, babe,” she greets, pulling her hand from yours. She leans across the table and strokes her fingers down Josh’s cheek. “Good morning.”
“Oh my god,” you whisper in slight disgust as Josh turns his face to place a kiss against Lucy’s palm, but they either don’t hear you or don’t care. You pull your cup of coffee up to your face to try and hide the unavoidable eye roll that follows PDA of that level. Over the rim of your mug, you catch Jake smirking across at you, seemingly reading your mind. He’s got his arms folded over his chest, instantly looking relaxed into the vinyl seat.
“Jake,” you say in way of greeting, as you push the warm carafe across the table towards the boys. “Coffee?”
Josh is far too busy talking to Lucy to hear you. Well, that’s actually not quite right, you think. More like talking at Lucy, at the speed of a mile a minute. Lucy certainly doesn’t look like she’s suffering for it though - she’s got her elbows on the countertop, her chin resting in her delicate hands. She seems to be lapping it up, eyes a little dreamy.
Jake seems to be even better at ignoring them than you are. You try not to stare at his fingers as he reaches forward and turns the unused mug in front of him right-side-up, but if your eyes linger, you can’t be blamed.
The four of you fill the morning with small talk, consuming more coffee than you think could possibly be healthy. The diner only gets busier and the smell of warm maple syrup and bacon makes your stomach growl.
When the sun rises completely, it shines in through the windows and warms your face pleasantly. It casts a comfortable, golden light across your table, and you don’t realize that you’re staring at the way it hits Jake’s face until he raises his eyebrows at you.
You’ve tuned out completely again - who knows for how long this time, so you try not to look startled when Lucy takes your hand to get your attention.
“Doesn’t that sound fun?” she prompts expectantly. You nod at her, although you’re sure she knows that you have no idea what she’s been saying.
“A party sounds fun, right?” she reiterates sweetly.
“Oh, yeah. Parties are always fun,” you agree. You go to take a sip of your coffee, but find that it’s gone cold. “When?”
Josh huffs a laugh at you, presumably because all of this has already been said. “Tonight. Our place.”
You smile sheepishly back at him. “Sorry, I’m really not used to existing outside of my bed at this hour.”
“You can invite your boyfriend,” Lucy suggests excitedly, causing the smile to drop right from your lips.
“Boyfriend?” Jake quips, eyebrows raised at you. You try not to look like a deer in the headlights.
“You never mentioned that you have a boyfriend.” The tone of Josh’s voice is a little too coy for your liking.
You can feel your face starting to warm, and you furiously try to will the blush from setting in. “It’s really recent. And it’s way too short notice to invite him for tonight.” You direct the last part at Lucy, trying to convey how much you don’t want to have to introduce your new man to your friends yet.
But Josh smells blood (or in this case, intense dread) in the water, and he’s on it like a shark. “We can move it to Friday night then.”
“Oh, no,” you quickly object. You wish you could figure out why your stomach is in such tight knots, but you’re drawing blanks. “Don’t reschedule on my account.”
No sooner are the words out of your mouth before he’s cutting in again, his lips turned up into a wicked-looking smile. “We insist. No trouble at all.”
You know you must look like a cornered animal, because Lucy presses her shoulder against yours, and in the most comforting voice possible says, “Hey, it’ll be fun. I’ve been looking forward to getting to know him better anyway.”
Neither of them gives you a chance to think of a reply before they continue on about the party. You think they’re talking about what kind of alcohol to get, but you’re already considering what disease you’re going to say you’ve contracted. You think there’s no way they’d let you attend a party if you had - say - leprosy.
When you glance up, Jake is already looking at you from across the table. He’s wearing that smirk again, but this time it’s smaller, more subtle. You can’t tell if he’s just mirroring his brother’s energy, or if he can tell how badly you want to throttle Josh and he thinks it’s amusing. You hold his eyes for a beat longer than you should, but you manage to rip them away as Josh puts a twenty on the table.
“Coffee’s on me this morning, ladies,” Josh says, but there’s not a single hit of devious energy in the smile he gives you and Lucy now.
You scowl at him and huff annoyedly. “As long as you’re handing it out, I’m suing for emotional distress.”
You wish you could prevent it, but the way Josh tips his head back and laughs makes you crack a smile.
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You put it off for the next couple of days. You don’t want to think about the impending party, and you don’t want to think about your boyfriend. Picking up a couple of extra shifts at the cafe keeps it all out of your head, for the most part. You tell yourself it’s because you’re too busy - you’ve got lots of things to do. But secretly, although you would never admit it to anyone, you were hoping that if you waited until the very last second to invite him, he wouldn’t be able to come. His name is Mitch. You’ve only been seeing him for a month or so, and you had never made a conscious decision to move from “talking” to “going out” to “boyfriend”. It just kind of happened, the same way the seasons slip by without your permission.
He was just a fun guy that you met at work. He ordered a black coffee, and even though he had seemed like he was in a hurry when he walked in, he sat down at the counter and sipped on it as he talked to you. You had done next to nothing for him but pour him a cup, but when he left, there was a ten and a napkin with his number scrawled across it under his empty cup.
He wasn’t particularly kind or handsome, but you gave him a chance - had a drink with him once and things just went from there. He never gave you any reason to stop seeing him, so you didn’t. One date had turned into two, and then three, and before you knew it, he was sending you emoji hearts and dick pics that weren’t unpleasant.
It’s Friday morning, and you’re sitting on the edge of Lucy’s bed. Your feet are stuffed into a warm pair of slippers as they dangle just above the floor and you’ve been watching her go through her closet for at least half an hour. She keeps pulling out skirts, holding them in front of her form and assessing them in the mirror, only to decide that she doesn’t like the top she’d attempted to pair it with.
You run your hand over her blankets, still messed up from where you’d both slept last night. You hadn’t been intending to stay over, but you had a pair of pajamas and a toothbrush there for this specific purpose.
She turns to you, a dress on a hanger in front of her body and she looks distressed. “What do you think of this one? Is it too much for a house party?”
You shrug. “Maybe, but you always look perfect in everything, so I don’t think anyone would notice. Can we get coffee?”
She waves you off. “In a minute,” she agrees, turning around to hang the dress back onto the rack. “What are you wearing tonight?”
“Not sure,” you admit, laying back and staring up at the ceiling. You don’t see her expression, but you’re positive that her pretty face is scrunched up in a frown.
“You haven’t thought about it? Do you want to borrow something of mine?” She doesn’t give you enough time to agree before she adds, “Maybe you should see what Mitch is wearing so you don’t clash.”
You can’t help but suck in a sharp breath as your stomach sinks, and you see her head whip around out of the corner of your eye.
“You did invite him, right?” she blurts, but her tone suggests that she already knows the answer.
You groan at her. “I completely forgot.” It’s not actually a lie, but you don’t add that you had been trying to forget.
“Oh my god, you should right now!”
You nod, staring at the little glow in the dark stars on her ceiling. It’s silent for a beat before she speaks again, this time a lot quieter like she’s trying not to say the wrong thing.
“Unless. Are things not going well?”
You sit up, shaking your head. “No, everything is fine,” you assure, forcing your voice to remain level. “I’m not like. One hundred percent invested in it, but everything is just fine. I think I’m just nervous to introduce him to everyone.”
“I get it. I’m sure everything will go smoothly though,” she assures. “We’ll go easy on him.”
You are positive that she’s not speaking for Josh, but you thank her anyway. She turns and dips her hand into the closet. You can hear her moving hangers around for a second before she pulls out the shortest dress you’ve ever seen. “Now how slutty do you want to look?”
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You had texted Mitch while you were in the shower, waiting for your conditioner to set in. You thought you were going to get lucky because at first, he had said he had plans, but he quickly texted that he would absolutely blow them off to party with you. You tried to tell him not to - that it was totally cool - but he insisted, and that’s why you’re sitting next to him on the Kiszka family couch. Lucy is on your other side, leg pressed against yours, and Josh is sitting on the ottoman in front of the three of you. Lucy was right; things seem to be going fine so far. It’s somewhere around 11 pm, and you’ve even felt comfortable enough to get a little loose on whatever pink shit she keeps giving you.
Josh is leaned in, chatting easily with Mitch about...some kind of sport? You wish you could hear better, but the music is too loud. You briefly think that maybe letting Sam DJ was a mistake. You’re pretty sure that the eclectic playlist is not in the same tastes as most of the other attendees, but you completely understand how Sam ended up in charge of it. He was far too pretty to say no to.
Lucy is significantly more drunk than you are. You can tell because she has adopted a hazy look, and her body is entirely more relaxed than usual. She leans in, speaking loud enough you can hear her.
“You wanna dance? I’m bored,” she asks and her pout forces a laugh out of you.
“Maybe a bit later. I need to be drunker for that, I think,” you reply, giving her shoulder a nudge with yours. Lucy frowns back at you, but it isn’t seconds later that she’s physically dragging Josh into a standing position and onto the dancefloor. He tries to object, but it’s weak and half-hearted, and you guess it’s only for the benefit of not offending Mitch. He gives your boyfriend an apologetic smile before taking Lucy by the waist and you watch with a slight pang of envy as they start to sway, hips pressed together tightly.
The song changes to something not quite as abrasive, and you give a little sigh of relief. It’s just quiet enough that you finally feel like you can have an actual conversation, so you turn to ask Mitch if he’s having a good time, but he’s not paying you any attention. He must be more intoxicated than you thought because he’s so melted into the couch that his drink is threatening to spill out of his cup. You go to reach for it, trying to avoid staining the cream-colored fabric below. When you slip it easily out of his hand without any objection, you realize why - his eyes are glued to a girl across the room. She’s beautiful, scantily clad, and dancing so low that you’re truly impressed with how strong her legs must be.
Mitch realizes that you’ve caught him only a beat later and he flashes you a cocky smile.
You aren’t angry - maybe closer to annoyed. You roll your eyes, but he doesn’t let you make any kind of comment. In one swift, abrupt motion he pulls you over him until you’re straddling his lap, and the shocked yelp you let out is luckily lost in the music. You are suddenly immensely grateful that you didn’t let Lucy talk you into that sinfully short dress, because if you had, your whole ass would be showing in this position.
His attempt at doubling down is obvious, but that doesn’t stop you from sharply demanding, “What are you doing?”
You may not have been that upset before, but you are now that you’re looking at his stupid face. He laughs at you, hands on your hips and leans in to press his nose against your neck. You hear him talking to you, lips directly against your skin, but you’re so embarrassed that everything sounds like static.
You go to push off of him, but over his shoulder, you catch Jake leaning against the door frame into the kitchen. He was chatting with a group of people, but when he looks over and sees you, his body tenses. You instantly feel your face run hot when you meet his eyes because you’re acutely aware of what it must look like you’re doing.
You’d seen him earlier when you first arrived, but you didn’t realize how good he looked until right now. His long hair is pushed back, letting you take in his whole face at once. The chiseled features are even more sharpened by a light sheen coming off of the string of fairy lights that Lucy had been intent on hanging.
His outfit isn’t complicated, just a dark pair of jeans and a black leather jacket, but he’s making the ensemble look exactly as it was meant to be.
He’s giving you a look that you can’t place, but it’s somewhere between smug and shocked. Whatever it is, it’s intense enough that it makes your breath catch in your chest.
Mitch picks that moment to press a hot kiss against your throat, sucking the skin and causing your lips to fall open. You whine as you feel his teeth scraping your skin because it stings. Any evidence of a smirk has vanished from Jake’s face; his eyes flick away like he can’t watch anymore. He shoves off the doorway and disappears into the kitchen, leaving his friends to shrug and continue their conversation without him.
The second he’s not there any longer, you push away from Mitch with admittedly too much force. You stand, but your legs are wobbly, both from the alcohol and from the odd sitting position you’d just been in. You try to head toward the kitchen, but Mitch’s hand is suddenly around your wrist.
“Where are you going?” he asks, and you almost feel bad because he looks truly confused, and you think maybe he’s too drunk to really figure out just how he’s fucked up. But the thread of guilt quickly unravels as your fingers find your neck, pressing into a tender spot that you can only guess is going to be an unwanted love bite.
You rip your hand away from him, giving him the meanest look you can muster.
“What am I supposed to do? I don’t know anyone here,” he objects, frowning back at you with a look of shock.
“Then get lost,” you suggest coldly. The hurt puppy look on his face tells you that you should regret being so harsh, but you just don’t. You leave him there on the couch as you start weaving your way through people. Lucy is giving you a concerned look from across the room, probably having just seen the whole display, but you offer her an assuring smile back. You hope she doesn’t worry too much, but you really can’t focus on anything other than making your way through the house.
The kitchen is crowded with giggling girls and the overwhelmingly sweet smell of perfume and alcohol but is noticeably missing the one person you’re looking for. The people around you seem to get less and less sober the closer you get to the end of the kitchen, and you think the spread of booze and mixers across the kitchen counter might be to blame.
The only other way out of the kitchen is through the back door, which is naturally blocked by a whole crowd of people. You try to politely signal that you’re trying to get past, but when that fails, you decide you’re not above shoving your way through. Everyone is gawking at you as you pass like you’re disrupting them, and you guess you are, but you’re too determined to care now. You wonder if Jake had to elbow his way through too, but no - you’re one hundred percent positive that they parted easily for him.
The autumn air hits your face as you open the door, and the not unpleasant smell of tobacco smoke on the wind tells you that you’re not alone. Your stomach lurches. Jake is standing a couple of feet from you, a cigarette between his lips. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it certainly was not the humored look painting his face. It’s silent for a moment too long before you realize you’d been so intent on finding him that you hadn’t even remotely thought about what you’d say when you did. Lamely, you land on, “There you are.”
He exhales a cloud of smoke through tight lips. “Here I am,” he agrees. His eyes flick down to your neck, and your hand instantly reaches up to cover the spot you’re positive he’s looking at.
He breathes a laugh.
“I’m sorry.” You’re not sure exactly what you’re apologizing for but your voice sounds more pained that you’d let it if you were sober. It feels like an eternity as he takes another drag, leaving you anxious.
“That’s my family couch. We watch movies there,” he says, but his teasing tone puts you just slightly more at ease. He cracks a smile at you and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. “We eat meals on that thing.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t appreciate it either,” you assure. Without allowing yourself to think twice, you reach out and pluck the cigarette from his fingers. A stunned look washes over his face as he watches you raise it to your lips. A warm feeling rises in you as you realize you’d never seen him look so earnestly shocked, and you’re the one that made it happen.
It’s fleeting though - he fixes his expression quickly and steals the cigarette back from you, giving you a faux-scolding look. “Didn’t you pay attention in health class? These are bad for you.”
You can’t help but laugh, leaning back against the railing in front of him. You try to keep your tone light. “You saw everything then?”
“More than I was supposed to, I would imagine,” he agrees with a nod. “Where’d you dig that guy up from anyway? He seems like an asshole.” He takes one last drag and then drops the cigarette. It leaves behind a tiny char spot on the wood where he stamps it out with his boot.
You give a quiet laugh and look away, but you can feel the intensity of his eyes on you. “He’s a nice enough guy.” You’re not positive why you still feel the need to defend him, but it makes Jake roll his eyes amusedly.
“Please,” he starts through a smug smile. “If you really liked him, I can’t imagine you’d be out here right now. Did you just leave him in there?”
Your eyes widen, shocked by how forward he can be. Feeling rather small under his brazen judgments, the most you can muster is a nod in confirmation.
He gives a low snigger, shaking his head. “You should get back in there before he leaves then. Since you’re so into him.”
The wind picks up, which is good because now you have something to blame for the goosebumps rising all across your body. You’re staring at him silently, not sure what to say, and not sure about how you feel. Well, that’s a bit of a lie - you’ve never been less concerned about Mitch in your life, and you’ve never been so wracked with the need for someone’s approval.
“I’m not,” you admit quietly, leaning back against the wooden railing.
When you look back at him, he’s wearing that smug smirk again - the one that’s almost signature to the Jake Kiszka brand.
“I know. What are you going to do about it?” he challenges.
You shrug your bare shoulders, and it’s quiet for a beat before you try to speak again. “I blew up at him and told him to leave.”
Jake gives you an impressed look. “Wow, good.”
You frown at him. “Why wow?” you ask, the suspicion in your tone making him laugh.
“I don’t know, you just seem too nice.”
Annoyance causes your frown to deepen, you go to say something, but he cuts you off.
“Don’t look at me like that. How long would you have let that relationship go on before you finally put it out of its misery?” Your lips purse in agitation at his patronizing tone.
Dodging his question, you scoff. “I’m not that nice. I do plenty of bad things.”
He looks all too pleased with himself, like the conversation ended up here by design.
“Like what?” His voice is lower now. Quiet. “Take a drag off of someone else’s cigarette?”
You’re close enough to him that you could lean in and kiss him with ease, but you’re fairly sure that’s what he wants you to do. If he expects it, it won’t be satisfying enough. The urge to truly impress him is stronger than you’d like to admit.
You reach down to take his hand in yours, and he lets you.
You aren’t normally one to misbehave - as much as you hate to admit he’s right - but he makes you want to.
You pull his hand up to your face, and he cups your chin in his cool palm. He looks collected, but you can tell he’s waiting to see what you’re going to do next. You don’t want to disappoint him - you want to give him a good show. Before you lose your confidence, you wrap your fingers around his wrist, holding it there in front of your face. Infuriatingly slowly, you tilt your head down, parting your lips and taking his thumb into your mouth. It’s completely silent, save for the sound of the breeze and the muted music from the house, so you can hear the exact second that his breath catches in his throat. You feel electric, but you honestly can’t tell if it’s from how sexual the moment is, or how satisfying it is to see him struck silent.
All the Kiszka boys are gorgeous, but the way his face looks as you run your tongue along his skin makes your muscles weak. You let your eyes flutter closed, so you’re not expecting it when his other hand finds your hip, holding you exactly where you are.
“Jesus,” he says on an exhale. You hum around his skin, and a moment later, you pull his hand away from your mouth. It leaves a light, smokey taste on your tongue. He looks like he can’t find a single thing to say for a few moments. You can feel him start to pull you in, but both of you jump as the door swings open. You manage to step far enough away from him to not look conspicuous just as Lucy pops her head out.
“Oh my god, I finally found you.” Her words are pretty sloppy, but you smile and nod. “What are you doing out here?”
Your heart is pounding, but you try to keep a relaxed pose.
“Just needed some air after all of that,” you reply, voice quavering, but Lucy is far too drunk to notice.
“Did you know that Mitch just left?” Her brows are tipped up in a look of utmost concern.
You shake your head no but quickly change the subject. “It’s cold out here, Lu. You should head back inside.”
Her frown deepens, and you realize that she isn’t going away unless you go with her.
“I’ll come inside in one second,” you assure, tone taking on a bargaining nature. “And I’ll take you up on that dance.”
She suddenly beams at you, nodding so quickly that you’re not sure how she doesn’t make herself dizzy. “I’ll make you a drink.”
You laugh and go to tell her to slow down, but she’s gone before you can utter another word.
To your slight dismay, when you look back at Jake, he has completely collected himself. It feels like progress lost. If you didn’t notice the way his eyes linger on your lips as he pulls out another cigarette, you’d think everything was perfectly normal. There isn’t anywhere on Earth you’d rather be right now, but you acknowledge that Lucy will be back out to get you if you take too long.
You consider staying - trying to find all the ways you can convince him of your mischievous side further - but you settle instead for reaching down for his lighter, and he lets you take it from his hand. He’s staring directly into your eyes, which makes it hard for you to focus on lighting the cigarette in his mouth, especially as the flame illuminates the high points of his lovely face. When it’s ignited, he instantly takes a drag and breathes it out through his nostrils. You tuck the lighter into the front pocket of his jeans.
As you go to open the door and head inside, you catch him shaking his head with a smirk.
The feeling in your stomach is strange and foreign as you make your way into the living room to find Lucy, but as you sway back and forth with her on the rug, you realize that it must be some form of relief. You know you should feel guilty, but you don’t, even in the slightest.
PART TWO
#this is my first gvf fic yall#gvf fic#writing#learn to leave a room#jake fic#jake kiszka fic#greta van fleet
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Escapism
"I need to get out". Cordelia burst through the doors of Anna's flat in a fury of red and emerald. Her hair had come undone and was now heavy with rain, sticking to the edges of her face. Infact all of Cordelia was soaked through to the bone. She had come through the building like thunder. Likely Anna's neighbors thought nothing of it; just another girl caught up in the storm of Anna's courtship. She rushed across the room and began to pace by the window, dragging in the cold air and rain after her.
"I know it may be too much to ask and I'm not even sure it's a day they're - er - you know holding it but I truly wish to just get out a little bit and oh-."
Cordelia had stopped pacing and came nose to nose with Matthew Fairchild. He was looking quite startled. Cordelia started.
"I'm sorry I didn't know you were...where is Anna?" She turnned away from Matthew, confused, and scanned the room.
"She's out on an errand", Matthew said still a bit blown back, "she should be home any time now. Cordelia what's happened?" Matthew stepped up to stand beside her, putting his hand on the crook of her arm. She shuddered and shrugged him off, clearly starting to shut herself away from him.
"Nothing's happened I just - I just wished to speak with Anna. She called on me for tea and and- oh god I can't lie to you Matthew it's James." A jolt of fear went through Matthew like an icicle, freezing him in place.
"He's not-"
"He's not hurt", she interupts "it's about him and I- no. It's about him and Grace actually". Cordelia takes a distracted seat on the loveseat closest to her.
"I found him and her in a...compromising position. I was coming home from training with Lucie and I just -". Once again the room is interupted by another presence at the door. Anna Lightwood walked in rather confidently, shaking rain from her hat.
"Matthew I do say it's pouring buckets out there, I feel as if God is crying for London. 'London, my greatest sin'. Matthew do you think- Cordelia?" Anna stopped mid thought as her head raised from removing her boots. Her long black eyelashes were still lightly dusted in rain drops as she blinked lazily from across the room.
"Cordelia my dear I beg your pardon I hadn't realized you were coming by. Though may I say it's not a wholey unwelcome surprise it is a surprise none the less. Would you like some rum cake? The most wonderful debutante dropped it off for me." Anna spoke as if a dripping wet and distressed girl in her flat living room was as common to her as putting on socks for the day, and perhaps Cordelia thought, it might be. She strode across the room loosening her necktie and disappearing into the kitchen.
"No actually, I came to ask a favor of you", Cordelia spoke surprisingly levely for having just worked herself up not moments before Anna walked in.
"Oh?" Anna poked her head out and raised a pointed brow at Cordelia.
"I'd like to visit the Hell Ruelle". It was stupidity simple statement to say out loud but Cordelia wanted to be clear in her intentions. She cursed herself for saying "visit" she thought it made her sound like a young girl wishing to see an extended relative in the country. But she stepped forward with her chin held high and repeated herself.
"I'd like to go to the Hell Ruelle and I'd like to go now". The directness of Cordelia's request seemed to peak Anna's interest. She emerged from the tiny kitchen with no rum cake and a kitchen rag. She handed the towel to Cordelia and smiled.
"That's quite a request, Matthew?" Matthew, almost completely forgotten, looked up inquisitively at Anna from behind Cordelia, "do you have any plans for the rest of the evening?"
"I was going to go home, get fantastically drunk and see if I could use my new pomade to make Oscar look like a Gibson girl but this sounds like it may be even more entertaining". Matthew replied with devilish intrest. Cordelia began to rummage through her hair for her remaining pins. She plucked them out hastily and started drying her hair with the kitchen towel.
Anna's eyes grazed over Cordelia's soaked attire, "Forgive me for asking but there isn't some noble alternative reason for this request? You're not seeking some information or making an arrest?"
Cordelia struggled for a second to come up with a convincing reason as to why she would desire to go to an art salon in the middle of the week out of no where.
"No, I simply wish to get out of the house. The last two trips I've made with you to the Hell Ruelle I have not fully been able to appreciate the experience." Cordelia shuddered thinking of her last trip and the whispering room... James's hands on the nape of Cordelia's neck and the way he kissed her. James's arms around her petit figure, his hands coming up to run through her silver hair-
"I just need to get out". It's what she had said when she first walked in to Matthew. Anna turned around again, waltzing through the kitchen to her bedroom and rummaged around. Cordelia wasn't sure what she fully meant by the statement herself. Did she simply want the escapsim of sensation or to get out of her emgamemt to James or get out of her own skin completly.
Anna emerged moments later with a velvet wine colored evening gown with black satin panels adorning the breast and waist.
"I never let a lady stay in wet clothes long." With a wink Anna wisked her away to her bedroom in a flurry of black and red, closing the door from the outside.
Cordelia layed the dress out on Anna's bed examining it. It was soft with a simple but flattering figure. She ran her hand over the silk and velvet feeling down and then up against the grain. She dressed with haste. Unclear on where to put to wet clothes she folded them up and placed them at the feet of Anna's bed on a large brown trunk. The dress was a little large around the waist and Cordelia took it as a blessing to loosen her corset a bit. Considering the atomosphere of the place she was aiming to attend and her distict lack of pins she decided against pinning her hair all the way up and settled for pinning the front of her hair in a crown around her head. Lastly she reached down and securely sheethed Cortana under her dress in it's back harness.
Cordelia opened the door of the bedroom to find Matthew seated on Anna's counter eating a slice of the afformentioned rum cake.
"Whoaht?" Matthew responded with a mouthful of cake. Cordelia couldn't help but chuckle and Matthew had to force is eyes away from the sight.
"Beautiful, Cordelia", Anna responded clapping her hands together and giving her a long glance over. "Now if you'll excuse me I think I'll change out of my own wet clothes. Matthew do keep Cordelia entertained while I find the right silk to go with tonight's hat." And with that she shut the door leaving her and Matthew once again alone in her tiny flat kitchen.
"Do you often waltz into into people's flats sopping with rain and demanding light debauchery? Because I think that's the kind of attitude I could get used to around here." Matthew had abandoned his now empty plate to the counter top beside him and was uncapping his metal flask.
"No this is a new trait of mine, and I'd like to point out that much like books no exciting things happen in the sunshine." Cordelia walked over to the small window over the dining table and thumbed a well groomed bonsai tree sitting in the window sill, another romantic gift from a lady she guessed. "Mr. Darcy didn't confess love in the sunshine, Jo March ran after Professor Bhaer in the pouring rain."
Matthew raised his eyes lazily over the rim of his flask and lowered it. "If I'm not mistaken it was raining when Dorian dumped Basil's body in the river as well."
"Well", Cordelia quipped back, "one would be hard pressed to find someone who would describe 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' as dull."
A catlike smile crawled across Matthew's lips and up his face crinkling his eyes, "I suppose you're right about that".
The door to Anna's room opened suddenly and with a flurry of silver and blue pinstripes. "Alright, let's go". She started forward with Matthew hopping down from the counter to follow suit.
Cordelia caught up quickly as they neared the front door. "So you decided to take me?"
Anna turned her head slightly to peer over her right shoulder, hand still on the doorknob. "Cordelia I decided the moment I walked in and saw that look in your eyes. Whatever you're battling you need not battle it alone and certainly not in its own domain. Now come on, the night grows darker and I long for a drink more with every passing incessant word out of Matthew's mouth".
"Hey! I've hardly even said anything!" Matthew interjected good naturedly.
"Yes Matthew but your thoughts are so loud and obnoxious I feel as if I'm thinking them for the both of us, now do seize those speedy thoughts and help me show Cordelia a good time. She looks as if she needs an escape and who am I to deny someone in such a radient dress a night out". Anna smiled smugly and opened the door.
And with that they were out into the damp cold night.
Notes: I haven't written anything outside of school in like 6 years and I haven't written a fanfiction since I was like 12 or 13 so forgive me for being a bit naive to the writing side of this website. I hope you enjoy :-). More to come soon.
#cassandra clare#chain of gold spoilers#anna lightwood#alastair carstairs#cassie clare#james and cordelia#cordelia carstairs#matthew and cordelia#jordelia#matthew fairchild#james herondale#grace blackthorn#chain of gold fanfic#chog#chog spoilers#chain of gold
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Eccentric Halloween Special
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listen up, so this is first and foremost for my amazing friend and bestest hype woman @boymeetsweevil but imma call her my wife from now on because she is my biggest supporter and i love and appreaciate her wholeheartedly! thank you for always being there for me and keeping me motivated to write even when i think my ideas are dumpster fires and not worth finishing.
Warnings: mentions of past emotional and verbal abuse, there is smut (but like ion if everyone will like it lol) sexual jokes in reference to halloween songs, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use (its just weed nothing big) let me know if i missed anything!
there are easter eggs so if you find them/think you found one feel free to come chat my ask box is always open!
The music is loud, bass thumping through the floor and in your ears with what you know to be a kpop song by a boy group that’s pretty catchy and says something about being an underdog. This reminds you of college and even if that shit was terrible and you never finished this atmosphere was very college like. Taehyung had left you alone some time ago whispering a soft ‘make some friends’ into your temple with a kiss, you’d gawked at his back because who did he think you were? Last you checked you weren’t rainbow fucking bright and you’d been dragged to this party for a, as he called it a ‘surprise’. The living room floor was overflowing with girls all dressed as slutty bees and butterflies, slutty anything really and you rolled your eyes because yeah this was exactly like a college party. The jungle juice didn't help, it tasted like ass but it did the trick you guess. You’d caught a glimpse of Jungkook not too long ago his hair had grown out, now long enough that he’d tied it up into a messy bun. He’d been dragging a girl behind him, one you’d seen once or twice wrapped around his form on your late night munchies run to the convenience store.
He’s a great guy so you’re happy for him, a little too wild but still a great guy. You’ve been here for the better part of an hour just people watching from your seat on a bar stool sitting at the kitchen island of whoevers house this is. It’s a decent spot you think as you catch glimpses of people you’ve met before and have come to call acquaintances, like Lisa who’s laughing with a group of girls in the far corner by the gaudy faux leather couch. Johnny’s here too, body molded to the back of some petite brunette dressed as what you’re pretty sure is an American Horror Story witch. Hoseok is here too swapping spit with his best friend turned girlfriend, and you consider tracking Jungkook down to see if he has any space sticks on him, or at least his pen because this party sucks and Taehyung left you by yourself and if you have to do this alone you might as well be high too.
The idea is very appealing, you chew on your lower lip weighing your options because there’s a high chance that Jungkook is fucking his cute little girlfriend in the backyard or you could find Jackson and see if he has anything on him even if his weed is shit and makes you feel sick most of the time. You groan because both those options are crap and for some fucking reason Macarena has come on and the drunks on the dance floor have begun to whoop in excitement. You refill your cup taking a sip, the mix is bitter on your tongue and you want to gag a little bit because whoever mixed it was terrible at it. God you miss Taehyung, you really want to go home to fuck him because it’s halloween and your horny but mostly because he’s got a big dick and you like the way he manhandles you. A small whine slides past your lips catching movement to your right, you peek at the couple that's just come from the hallway that you're pretty sure leads to another bathroom and the laundry room. The girl is cute, cheeks soft looking and tinted a lovely shade of ‘my boyfriend just ate my pussy’ pink. The lucky bitch you think with an internal groan. Her hair is done up in pigtails in a style you recognize automatically since Harley Quinn’s been one of your women crushes the entirety of your life, along with Lucy Lui.
Her boyfriend is sporting what looks like mint hair and a smirk you think could rival Taehyung’s. He’s kinda hot if you look closely which you aren’t because his nose doesn’t have the elegant slope that Tae’s does and neither does he have the little beauty mark. It's the alcohol you reason for the way you're comparing this very committed stranger to your very loving missing boyfriend. You just want to go home, and get some dick is that too much to ask? Thriller has played for the third time tonight when you feel the tap on your shoulder cup at your lips. You’re brows furrow, irritation sweeping over your body at being touched so casually by someone who isn’t your boyfriend or Jungkook. It's the mint haired guy you note quirking your head slightly to better hear him over the music.
“Hey, you’re ____, right?”
“Piss off fuck boy, find someone else’s leg to hump.” you say around the lip of your plastic cup. A snort comes from behind him, as Harley Quinn brings her hand up to cover her mouth. He scowls at her pinching her side and she laughs harder smiling up at him, before turning her attention to you instead.
“Sorry, we should’ve introduced ourselves first.” She smiles at you, eyes creasing in a way that rings familiar in your head but can’t pinpoint at the moment. You nod anyways since Taehyung did say to make friends.
“I’m Sweetpea and this is Yoongi, we’re friends of Tae’s.” she says hand out and you take it shaking it and Yoongi’s before pulling yours back and discreetly wiping it on your skirt.
“Nice to meet you, I’m ____, Taehyung’s girlfriend.” you say a little sheepish since he’s usually beside you when you meet more of his friends.
“Is Tae not here?” Sweetpea asks her voice lilting in a way that you wish yours would.
“He’s making his rounds, I’m just waiting til he’s done catching up with everyone.” you smile it feels forced but you’re really trying.
“Does he still do that, I'd thought he’d stopped by now.” Yoongi says wrapping an arm around Sweetpea’s waist and pulling her close. You don’t mean to be, but you're jealous of Sweetpea right now, her boyfriend holds her so tenderly and the affection in his eyes is evident. Monster Mash has been replayed a second time and you really wish your boyfriend’s monster cock was smashing the shit out of your pussy right about now. Tears prick at the back of your eyes because you just want to go home, and Taehyung has seemingly abandoned you for far too long.
“What are you dressed as anyways?” Yoongi asks, snapping you out of your little tantrum, your eyes narrowing because is he serious right now?
“Are you, like, serious?” you say with as much ditsy tv show white girl you can muster.
“Yeah, don't get me wrong you’ve got a nice face but it’s halloween you didn't have to dress as a nun.” he laughs and Sweetpea gives him this look.
“I’m not a nun.”
“Y’look like a nun to me.”
“But I’m not, I'm dressed as Sypha from Castlevania.” you say with as much annoyance as you feel, but realize that you shouldn't have to explain your costume to him. Your cheeks feel warm with embarrassment because how dare Taehyung leave you to fend for yourself against this douche.
“I mean anyone with a brain could put that together,” you scoff looking him up and down “what are you supposed to be, bargain bin Joker? Couldn't have mustered enough fucks to at least try?” you spit mentally shriviling up because wow how did you manage to fuck this up? Sweetpea is looking between you and Yoongi and you don’t blame her, here you were a near perfect stranger attacking her boyfriend when they’d been nice enough to pull you out of your little bubble. To your surprise Yoongi laughs, teeth and gums on display. It's kind of cute, you think, his laugh that is not him.
“Thats a good one, couples costumes are kinda pointless. Tae wasn’t kidding when he said you were kinda surly.”
“M’not surly, people just get on my nerves.” you pout, reaching across the island to refill your cup. If your embarrassment doesn't kill you this jungle juice will, the cup is half full when you bring it back to your lips, moving to get off your seat. Fuck it, if you have to see Jungkook’s bare ass to have a decent smoke then so be it.
“Hey, were you going?” Sweetpea asks eyes wide, god she's pretty and she kinda reminds you of Jimin but that can’t be right.
“Smoke, this was fun and all but my quota for meeting new people has reached its limit. See you around or something.” you say heading into the crowd of people on the dance floor because it was simpler to go through it than around them. Johnny shoots you a wink as you pass while the girl from earlier glares at you. There’s a throb growing in your temple, as the base of a new song vibrates from the floor and through your body. Lisa see’s you waving enthusiastically as you hand her your drink because you’re sure it's the toxic concoction making your head hurt. She smiles gratefully as you finally make it out the back door and much to your surprise Jungkook is seated at a patio set with the girl from the convenience store in his lap.
The heavy base of Freaks Come Out at Night drifts out the open doors and to your left somewhere you can hear breathy moans, a voice that sounds like Hoseok encouraging his girlfriend. You purse your lips because Hoseok came off as a bit of a prude but hey it's Halloween and at least someone’s having fun. It's much colder outside than it is in the house, but you’ll make due with the warmth of what you can make out is the stench of weed in the air. Jungkook is occupied whispering things into the girls ears as you plant your ass on the chair opposite him, he pulls away from her eyes glazed over and droopy.
“Hey where you been, we’ve been waiting for ya. You remember Shrimp right?” he asks patting Peewee’s thigh.
“Vaguely, nice to meet you.” you say and Shrimp smiles over at you, her smile is tight and you don’t want to think too much into it.
“So what have you guys been up to, you didn't bring her out here in the cold to fuck did’ya?”
“Course not, too many people inside and we didn't wanna share our chocolate.” he laughs pulling a bag of Reese's peanut butter cups from beside him.
“Kook, you said Tae told you to wait out here.” Shrimp says eyes narrowed and moving to stand from her seat in his lap.
“Don’t move you’re keeping my dick warm.” he laughs as she smacks his shoulder playfully. You’ve perked up because this is the first time all night you’ve gotten any type of word that Taehyung hadn’t just ditched you at this party.
“Look here twerp, where the hell is my shithead boyfriend?” you ask and both Jungkook and Shrimp look thoroughly chastised even though you were only talking to the former. He widens his eyes at you tilting his head to the side in a way he does when he wants to pretend he knows nothing.
“I don’t know what you mean, he’s around here somewhere. I’m sure he is, maybe Hoseok might know?” he breathes eyes darting to Shrimp who sits pretty in his lap like some sort of doll.
“Okay what the actual fuck? I just wanna go home to fuck my boyfriend and he’s playing some weird game of hide and seek.” you grunt exasperated because this was weird as fuck and Tae and his friends were getting on your last nerve. You don’t mean to cry, you really don’t, but you're frustrated and your period is just around the corner and all your friends are being weird and your boyfriend is being a shithead.
“If that's all you wanted you could've said so, but that would’ve ruined the surprise.” Taehyung says in that tone he uses when you’re on the brink of tears or already crying. Your gaze shoots over to him in an instant, tears already spilling over your cheeks flushed red in anger. He looks sheepish, but it doesn’t make you feel better.
“Go away, I don’t wanna see you.” you say planting your head on the table to hide your face.
“C’mon you don’t mean that.” he says, slowly lifting your face to meet your gaze. He’s standing between your thighs cupping your cheeks before he slowly moves to straddle your lap, a giggle comes from the couple in the other chair.
“Yes I do.” you sniff the chorus of Somebody's Watching Me ringing in your ears. He chuckles at you tilting your head up, nose nuzzling yours softly before he’s molding his lips to yours. It’s always the butterflies in your tummy that surprise you, because by now you’d hoped to be used to this feeling but you’re not. You’ve never loved someone like you do Taehyung, and it's weird because before him you were sure you just weren’t made to be loved. You’d long since opened up to him of your reasons for being so detached, cold even with anyone and everyone. It’d been hard to trust people after the various years of both verbal and emotional abuse, hell even at home it wasn’t all that great. When you’d moved to Taehyung’s peaceful little neighborhood you had made sure to keep people far away from you, that way they wouldn’t be able to hurt you. No backstabbing friends and no cheating boyfriends, just you all on your lonesome. And yet Taehyung had broken through your walls and made himself a cozy little home in your heart.
It was because of him that you were able to make progress with your therapist who was no longer your therapist and more a friend. Namjoon was a nice guy and if he hadn’t been busy tonight you would’ve invited him to this party, but he had plans with his girlfriend Bubbles. Hell you’d been shocked to learn he’d gone to school with Taehyung, because by now you were sure he was friends with pretty much everyone in town. He pulls away from the kiss forehead pressed to yours and you whine softly eyes still closed because you were sure you were dreaming. Nothing this amazing ever happened, least of all to you.
“Ready for your surprise?” he asks breath fanning over your lips and cheeks, your eyes open then curiosity swirling in their depths and it makes Taehyung smile. He pecks your lips a few times before sliding off your lap and helping you to your feet. Jungkook and Shrimp are no longer sitting in the chair, the music has stopped too and it unnerves you a little.
“You’re not gonna scare me are you?” you murmur voice sounding small and unsure of yourself because you will cry if he scares you.
“No, just relax, I wouldn’t do that to you.” he laughs, arms wrapping around your shoulders. You’re still hesitant though, he’s leading you to the house where you were sure a party was in full swing not too long ago. The lights are off inside and if this is the day you die then so be it, but you’d be damned if you don't go down fighting. You’re fists clench and unclench palms growing clammy as your nerves begin to get the better of you, your glance at him from the side maybe you can still make a run for it. Taehyung seems to read your mind because in the next moment he’s standing behind you gently pushing you forward through the door and into the dark of what’s the living room. Your heart is pounding against your ribs and you’re sure you're about to die because this is too scary.
“Ready?” He asks and a strangled noise comes from your throat in an answer. Your breathing grows heavy, lungs not taking in enough air. The lights come on as a chorus of voices yell ‘Happy Birthday’ a scream comes from your mouth followed by a loud sob, because there in the middle of what used to be the dance floor is a giant sheet cake decorated in the colors of the holiday a giant happy birthday ____ in the middle made of fondant. You’re sobbing, tears rolling down your cheeks as your friends and the crowd of strangers coo at the scene. Taehyung pulls you into a hug swaying you softly as your hands clutch at his shirt, he’s placing kisses to the crown of your head, whispering loving words into your hair.
“We got you, didn’t we.” Jungkook giggles with a present bag in hand, in fact your small group of friends all have colorfully wrapped gifts. Your sobs have turned into soft hiccups and you smile at Jungkook with a nod.
“My birthday was two weeks ago, why would you?”
“Because I promised you we would celebrate but we had work and you haven't had a party since you were five. I wanted you to have some new happy memories for your birthday.” Taehyung says with a smile. Your cheeks grow warm, heart swelling in your chest, and you think to yourself that maybe coming out to this party wasn’t so bad. The cake is cute and Taehyung had told you how it took him a whole week to plan this party. He’d gotten the cake from a pastry shop owned by his friend Jin, and when he’d mention the name you’d been shocked. Illusion had been all the rave since the pastries were delicious and affordable, the best part was that the owner was rumored to be extremely handsome. You chose not to open any of the gifts because you wanted to be able to fully enjoy them, the cake was cut and you’d enjoyed all the slices you’d eaten of the devils food cake. Yoongi and Sweetpea hugged you as they handed you your gift apologizing for anything Yoongi might’ve said to offend you. You’d laughed it off, saying that it was okay and that he hadn’t.
“So what is Taehyung exactly?” Yoongi asks playfully, smirking at you and you roll your eyes god he needed to educate himself.
The party ended early, well for you anyways after the cake you’d dance a few songs with Taehyung’s dick pressed to the small of your back, you’d made friends with Sweetpea and Yoongi. Jimin had stopped by as they were leaving and had hugged Sweetpea so tight (which you later learned was his sister), he’d brought along a ‘friend’ who was a medical examiner in the morgue of the police station he worked at. You’d nearly choked seeing her, she introduced herself as Dove who enjoyed scaring Jimin and worked with dead people she explained. She’d come as Strawberry Shortcake, her wig a bubblegum pink and her outfit intricate with lace and frills. She talked fast which normally would've been fine but the jungle juice had been too much. Jimin had steered her away from you as you looked sleepily to Taehyung, packing up as much cake as you thought you could eat. The night however hadn’t ended with the party. Taehyung had driven you to his house which he liked to think was closer than yours, and now here you were giggling up a storm as he did his best impression of Trevor Belmont from Castlevania.
“What say you Speaker, do you think you could handle Taehyung Belmont’s thick length?” you snort.
“Length? Who even says that?” he’s laughing body molded to yours still dressed in his costume, and you feel the laugh more than hear it. You’d been lazily kissing on his bed not long ago, making up for all the time you hadn’t kissed him earlier when you’d asked him if you could have his Magic Stick. He’d pulled away from your lips an elegant brow raised in question, you’d giggled first encouraging him into an all out cringe war.
“Okay, enough of that.” he says going back to your neck nipping gently before smoothing his tongue over the irritated skin. He's careful to pull your costume off, hands meeting the warmth of your skin after discarding each item. You shiver the cool air nipping at your heated skin, as Taehyung trails kisses down your neck to your chest.
“Tae.” you whine as he kisses one of your tits then the other.
“S’okay baby, I got you.” he whispers, taking a nipple in his mouth. He’s careful with you today and for some reason it warms your insides. One of his hands has trailed down your body cupping your pussy, he runs his fingers over your lips testing your wetness. A moan slips from your mouth because it never takes long to work you up, he chuckles against your tit. He teases your entrance with the tip of his finger before dragging it to your clit and applying a little bit of pressure. You’re pussy clenches growing wetter with every circle off his fingers on your clit, he slides his fingers back down slowly slipping in a single digit. It feels good, the angle just barely manages to scrape against that spot only he’s ever found.
“Oh god” you cry softly as he slowly slides another finger in, he shushes you with a kiss to your cheek.
“You’re doing so good baby, can you take another?”
“Y-yes, please.” Taehyung sighs into your skin adding a third finger and thrusting a little faster into your pussy. There’s a soft squelching sound as more of your slick gushes from your entrance, coating his fingers as they continue to pump in and out of your pussy. You’ve started to shift your hips thrusting into his fingers to add to the grown friction, a coil pulling tanut in your belly. A warmth settles in the low of your belly growing as you swivel your hips to meet his pace, you’ve lost the ability to think as Taehyung pulls his finger from you rubbing at your clit with his slicked up fingers and groaning as your hips jolt off the bed.
“Tell me what you want.” he says, pulling his fingers away from your clit making you whine at the loss.
“Want your cock.”
“Think you’re pretty pussy can take me baby?”
“Yes, please, please.” Your eyes are glazed as you watch him pull off his shirt tossing it to the side, then yanking down his pants boxers and all. He wraps a hand around his cock pumping a few times spreading the precum that's beaded at the tip. He’s reaching over to the nightstand, when you place a hand to his arm. His eyes meet yours in a question, one that makes your cheeks heat further.
“I want to like this.” you say suddenly shy, eyes darting away from his. He smiles softly using his clean hand to bring your gaze back to his.
“Are you sure?” he asks, you nod spreading your legs wider to better fit his hips. He kisses you soft, just the way you like as he slides his cock through your slick and lining himself to your entrance. He’s sliding in slowly filling your pussy inch by inch watching your expression and the way he disappears inside you. He starts off slow sliding in and out of you in a way that you know is his way of making you feel every inch of him. His cock hits deep like this, it’s your favorite position because you’re surrounded by him. His hair is hanging in his face, brows furrowed, as he thrust a little faster into your heat, your pussy clenches every time his cock hits that spongy bundle of nerves his finger barely managed to scrape.
“Yes, right there” you sigh letting your eyes slip closed as he pumps his hips faster into your pussy. The squelch grows louder as do your cries, taehyung grunts at the way your pussy tightens around his cock, your chest is flushed and your hands scramble to find something to hold on to. There’s tears at your lash line pooling at the corner of your eyes ready to fall but haven’t. He drops his weight wrapping his arms around your body and switching your positions. Your eyes have fluttered open with a gasp, his cock hitting that much deeper with you on top, you feel shy again as his gaze travels over your naked chest falling to where he’s inside you.
“C’mon baby fuck me, fuck yourself on my cock.” he says taking hold of your hands intertwining your finger and bringing them to his lips. You lift your hips dropping them quickly, your breaths are shaky as the warmth grows, you swivel your hips grinding your clit against his pelvis. Your hands are rested on your hips still intertwined with his as he thrusts up to add to the friction. The tears finally fall, your cries increase as you cum, your pussy clamping down on Taehyung's cock as he pumps his hips to prolong your high and find his own, you’ve stopped moving thighs twitching as your walls pulse around him. Your head is buried in his chest and you manage to shift your hips slightly when his muttered curses finally make it into your ears. You’re sensitive, but you’ll be damned if he doesn’t cum in you the first time you go sans condom.
“Fuck yeah, just like that.” he groans as a new warmth fills you, he’s panting hands settled on your hips while you lay limp against his chest.
“I love you.” you mumble against his skin feeling him stiffen beneath you.
“W-what?” he asks, you shift sitting up and lovingly gazing down at him.
“I love you.” you repeat as he gazes at you with love in his eyes and smiles. It’s the first time you’ve said it and its not because of the sex, but because you’re finally ready to give your heart away again, this time though you know for sure its in good hands.
#emm writes#kim taehyung x reader#stoner taehyung#grumpy mc#established relationship#weed dealer jungkook#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#Park Jimin#jung hoseok#min yoongi#jackson wang#johnny of NCT#Lisa of Blackpink#BTS#mine#mine writing#smut but not good smut#lol i dont know what else to tag it with#fic: sst
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War of Hearts: Lovely
Okay, so this is the first chapter for my story for War of Hearts. Let me know what you think. (And by that, really let me know what you think -- I’d appreciate it a lot.)
War of Hearts
Chapter One: Lovely
"This is Prince Theodore, Princess Rosella, and Theodore, this is Princess Rosella Hannele Astra of the Kingdom of Asteria." Queen Morrigan was formally introducing them. Most of Rosella's face was covered by hair. She was a tad embarrassed to be introduced to the Prince of such a prestigious Kingdom in her clad dress she had worn. She assumed he probably thought she was nothing more than a mere beggar one would pick up off the streets.
"I already know who she is. Our families have been acquainted for quite some time now, I don't need a formal introduction." The way he spoke to his mother, made Rose peer out from behind her hair to see his stern brown eyes glaring to the Queen.
"Well the kingdom will need a formal introduction and we need you to be there, by her side, so we can introduce her as your wife." His mother spoke as her eyes narrowed on Theodore.
"I don't want to have a formal announcement of our marriage. It's purely political, I'm tired of everyone fawning all over her. It's not like I'll ever love her or choose her to be my mate. Now if you excuse me, I have a day planned with Luciana." His words cut deep as he walked away, and Prince Theodore was right and Rosella knew that. The young Princess was sentenced here for the savior of her own country, not his. She knew she was probably just a hindrance to him.
"Theodore!" The Queen yelled, sighing as she had to leave the Princesses side to chase after her son.
Rose's hands fell to her sides as she ambled her way over to the balcony, pondering on how her life would be different if her Kingdom wasn't poor. Would she be able to live more freely and not in fear of war? Her fingers trailed along the golden railing that ornate designs carved into it. The entire thing must have cost a fortune. Rosella's fingertips sit on the railing as her long brown hair falls out of her face, exposing her wide doed bright blue colored eyes and as she's minding her own business. A pair of golden brown eyes gazing up to her. It was a young male, he looked similar to Prince Theodore, but younger. Was he his younger brother? He was smiling up to her and waving. Rose couldn't help but wonder.
"My mother said you're the new Princess, she also said to forgive her. She had to go deal with my brother. I'll be showing you to your chambers." He yelled up to her, surely all the servants far and wide could hear what he just yelled to the Princess.
Not even seconds later, the boy that had hardly even introduced himself to Rose had managed to run all the way up within minutes and reach to where she was currently standing. He didn't even seem out of breath. "I'm Prince Matthias, it's a pleasure to meet you, your Highness." He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. Rose's fingers were pale and dainty in his masculine hands that honestly were kind of rough.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, please, don't call me your Highness. Call me Rose." She smiled warmly to Prince Matthias as he raised his head. His shaggy platinum blonde hair was probably the only difference between him and Prince Theodore. He was spitting images of his brother, from his chiseled facial structure to his almond shaped eyes and even his lips.
Matthias smiled back to Rose. "Well then, Rose. Follow me." He extended an arm for Rose to link with as he escorted her to what would be her chambers. After the event of the evening she would be wed to Prince Theodore and they would share this room.
The room was located in the far back of the castle on the second floor, it was luxuriously decorated in elaborate ways as if to scream Theo's family's wealth. Honestly it made Rose rather uncomfortable with the golden embroidery that every item nearly had attributed onto it. From his large bed that had pure silken red sheets, to the wooden frame of the bed that reached to the ceiling lined with gold. Rose couldn't help but wonder how one family must have so much. The silk on Rose's fingertips felt lovely, she wondered how'd it'd feel having such devine things wrapping around her body. She was never granted the privilege of such nice things back home. The rest of the room was decorated to match the bed, and Theodore even had a bookshelf and a desk in a corner in the room and a balcony with what looked to be a nice view of the woods and the far away mountains. She assumed the view would be nice at nightfall, when the stars would come out and twinkle as if just for her.
Being brought out of her reverie as Theodore enters the room with the Queen. "No. She's not staying here in my chambers. Get her, her own chambers." Theo demanded as soon as he saw Rose.
"She will stay in this room tonight, Theodore and that's final. You two will consummate your marriage as husband and wife, after the ceremony like everyone else." Queen Morrigan instructed. "I will have a wise woman check Rose in the morning and if she's still intact, you'll pay."
His mother warned him, which made Theodore groan and rolled his eyes as his gaze lingered over Rosella. "If I'm to wed something that resembles a beast, can we at least make her decent?" He raised his eyebrows inquisitively.
"Yes, we cannot do the ceremony with her looking the part of a servant." Queen Morrigan headed out of the room, as well as Prince Matthias without another word.
Theodore's eyes moved off of Rosella and over to his wardrobe. He really didn't want to go through with this marriage, and he was making it apparent and evident on his face. Though, the Prince did care little on how anyone might think of him. "Can you please escort yourself out?" His warm brown eyes suddenly turned ice cold as they slanted as they bore into Rosella.
The petite brunette nodded, bringing herself to her feet, as she saw herself out. She was met by Queen Morrigan who was lingering outside of Theodore's chambers. Queen Morrigan caught sight of Rose and quickly whisked her away to where she would be staying until she was wed with Theodore, where she was met with who Morrigan said would be her Chambermaid, who's name was Estelle. The room Rose had found herself in was decorated the same luxuriously that Theo's room was decorated in, except this had different touches and designs of flowers that trailed all over the carpets and the burgundy curtains. Much like Theodore's room, everything was lined with gold. From the bed frame once more, to the wardrobe and even the designs on the chairs that sat in a dimly lit corner of the room.
After Queen Morrigan introduced Estelle to Rose, she fled the room, leaving Rosella in the capable hands of Estelle. Once Estelle was behind Rose, she pulled her hair back and tied it with a ribbon. Her long brown hair was wavy and at a major disarray. She would have to have Rose take a bath before her ceremony, if there was even time for that. The chambermaid led Rose to the bath which was attached to the bedchamber. She fetched some hot water while Rosella sat with another chambermaid that brushed out the girl's tangled hair. Estelle knew she had her work cut out for her with how grimy Rose looked. It looked as if she came from cinders, her face covered with dirt and her clothing looked like that of a servant. Part of Estelle wondered how this girl could possibly be a Princess.
Theodore sat in his bedchambers, lounging back on his bed. The silkiness of his sheets had the prince feel relaxed. He was still not ready for his marriage, let alone to consummate the marriage for his parents sake. He thought back to the way Rosella looked in her tattered dress, shaking her unattractive appearance from his eyes. Why did he have such a pull towards her? She was disgusting to him. A knock at his chamber door disrupted his thoughts, with a groan he got up and answered the door. It was Luciana. His arms wrapped around her and hers around him as she entered his room, he closed the door behind her.
"I don't want you to marry her." Her voice was sad as she looked up to him, her thin hazel eyes striking through him.
"I know, my love." He kissed her forehead, holding her curvaceous body to his. "I don't have a choice if I want to be King someday."
Luciana pouted, her raven black hair falling to her back as she kept her eyes focused on Theodore. "You could tell your parents that you'll marry me, make me your Queen, not some washed up hideous princess who's not even your mate."
Theodore's hand moved from Luciana's waist and to rub the back of her hair as he held her body to his and groaned. "After they make me consummate the marriage I'm not even going to give her the time of day. You have nothing to worry about."
Luciana twitched her nose, hearing the words of him saying he would bed the troll. "You're not serious, tell me they're not going to make you actually take her to bed!"
Theo sighed and looked away, nodding. "I don't have a choice in that matter, it's a tradition for us werewolves. We marry and then must bed our mate for children." He moved his hand to his ash blonde hair and ran his fingers through the rather short length of it.
"...Wait, so you're supposed to be taking her to bed to get her pregnant? For what? An heir?!?" Luciana seemed completely baffled by these words Theodore had just uttered out.
"Sadly yes, but I'll see a witch before our union to ensure that she doesn't end up with my child. You'll have no worries, Luciana." He kissed his lovers forehead, with his thick soft pink lips.
"She's disgusting." Luciana kept herself nuzzled up against the Prince, enjoying the feel of being in her lovers arms. "...I actually know a witch, though. My family uses her for cures for their ailments, she's quite adept at it. I could take you to her, if you'd like. Her shop is located within Peiria, we'd be back before your ceremony." Luci tried to coerce Theodore, though he wasn't exactly objecting to it.
Nodding Theodore stood up, with Luciana and taking her hand in his. "Well, it looks like we ought to get going."
Luciana giggled, enjoying the warmth of his hand in hers.
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Queen Morrigan sat idly besides the King at the head of their table. His demeanor was strong, sitting straight up with the best posture one could see. His brown eyes peered over the table as servants ushered meals in and out. His son, Prince Matthias, sat beside the Queen already dressed in his formal clothes for his brother's wedding ceremony. Matthias was the practical one out of his family, always was and always would be. While his mother was more political, proper and firm, his father being a slight drunkard but ruling with an iron thumb, his little sister Princess Anneliese being spoiled and most of all his older brother Theodore being a bit of a rebel despite him being crown prince and the one that would inherit the entire Kingdom. Prince Matthias knew that they were all only pawns, to be shipped off and wed to neighboring Kingdom's for alliances. Much like what Princess Rosella was for her family, a pawn for diplomatic purposes. Princess Anneliese was already wed off, when she turned 16 years of age, she was wed off to Prince Charles of Kingdom Tauriel for money of all things. Matthias knew he wouldn't be far away from his father doing the same to him, he just had quite a bit of luck that there were more males having been born into royalty of their neighboring kingdom's than females around his age.
The large solid wood table sat before them all, carved with little intricate designs along its edges. A red table runner danced along the table, lingering to where the King sat at the head of the table. They were all waiting for Prince Theodore and Princess Rosella to come and join them. Beneath the King and Queen's table, stood their priest and beyond that was the dance floor of the ballroom and around that, sat an array of others with Nobles filling them out and taking their spots to witness the ceremony. The golden entryway to the formal ballroom was decorated with a variety of flowers that were lavender and red and white roses with baby's breath and different types of greenery. The sounds of people chit-chatting filled the room, until the room fell silent when Prince Theodore entered.
All eyes in the room fell over the gorgeous Prince. His chiseled features and creamy dark brown eyes scanned the room. Making many ladies' hearts skip a beat with just a glance from him. He was on the search to see where Luciana was, and his eyes locked with hers as soon as he found her. She was sitting at the closest table towards his family. His hair was cut short, at least shorter and more kempt than his brother's hair and not to mention was more of a dirty blonde, with natural brown low-lights than a platinum blonde. Theodore was nicely dressed in a pair of black trousers adorning a leather belt tied to his waist. A silk white tunic was tucked into his trousers and a black sleeveless vest was covering the top of it. Theodore ambled his way to where the priest was and stood, folding his arms over his chest. He was ready to get this over with.
Just as Theodore turned to look at the entryway, in comes Princess Rosella. Her hair was now styled and out of her face in a half up braid lingering down her back. Catching a glance of her, Theodore nearly had to catch his breath. She was utterly gorgeous in an innocent way. Something within him screamed, "Mate." He wondered if it was his wolf? He tried to quiet him, pushing the thoughts away. He was mated to Luciana, and she would forever reign in his heart... But there was just something about Rose, he couldn't quite pin-point. It was like his wolf was screaming she was his mate, he couldn't have two mates, could he? Just as he thought of her, their eyes locked onto each other, his wolf screamed in his head. Her soft blue eyes fell to the floor once they met his, her teeth chewing on her nether lip. Theo couldn't peel his eyes away from her, her beauty. She wore a floor-length white gown that was made of silk and danced across her body. Looking quite like a doll. He could see every single curve of her body and wanted to run his fingers along her legs, up to her hips. Was that so bad?
Gritting his teeth, as Rosella waltzed her way forward, ever so slowly and elegantly. As she reached Theodore, she looked back up to him and their eyes met. Her breathing grew shallow and she tried to catch her breath as she could feel her heart simultaneously flutter in her chest. She didn't quite understand this feeling. Was this love? She just wanted to know. Taking her eyes off of Theodore she looked to the priest and prepared to pledge herself to Theodore on behalf of her country. Theodore also turned to the priest, keeping his hands folded over each other as the priest began their ceremony.
As soon as they exchanged their "vows" and they were deemed to be married by the church, it wasn't required for the two to exchange a kiss but at the end of the night complete the faux mating ritual that their family had. Theodore stood beside Rosella, and they were both complemented and congratulated by their guests as they ushered towards them. Although Rose could barely speak with anyone, seeing as she was quite nervous.
"Theodore, Lord Bastian wishes to speak with you." The Queen whisked her son away to go speak with a family friend, making him leave Rosella's side for the first time that evening.
The Princess found herself lost in this Castle and quickly averted her gaze from the ballroom. She looked over towards the balcony that was towards the back as people lingered around drinking and enjoying themselves. She was the only one truly by herself, and Rose knew that. With a sigh, and slight scenery overload, she made her way from the crowd of people trying to talk to her and went outside to the balcony. Which was beautiful, the stars above glistened and part of her wondered if there was truly a place for her out in this cold world. Her arms laid over the stone of the balcony, so she could lean over it and admire the sky easier.
"Fancy seeing you here." The voice was new to Rose, and she turned her head to catch a glimpse of the raven haired beaut. Luciana, who in return shot a smile to the brunette. "I'm Luciana, Theodore's mate, I'm sure you heard of me."
Rose nodded, and then her eyes moved from the girl and back to the sky. "...Yeah, I heard of you. Not much though. Don't worry, I don't expect to take him from you." The Princess couldn't help but try to reassure her.
"I don't think you could. You see, our bond is pretty tight, we're true soulmates. You're just his wife, which won't last for long." Luciana leaned, with her back from the balcony's edge and her long black hair lingering along it. She wore a silk red dress that hugged her curves and left little to imagination. If Rose had to pick a word to associate with her, it would be seductress.
"I'm only here for my country, I don't want to get in a way with whatever you two have going on. I don't plan to." Rose bit her lower lip, before turning back to Luciana.
"Good." Luciana chirped, with a giggle. "It would really suck for you if you did, because when the King dies, Theo will be crowned King and we can abolish your marriage to him. If you don't stay out of my way, I'll make it hard for your country and yourself."
"Y-you can't--" Just as the words uttered out of Rosella's mouth, Theodore ushered over and wrapped his arms around Luciana in front of her. Right in front of her, he planted a kiss on Luciana's lips and Rose felt a twinge of pain. What was this?
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Melting Iron
Chapter 1 - A Medival Fantasy Gajevy AU fanfiction
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“I’m sure you’ll be fine Levy; you have nothing to worry about” reassured Princess Dragneel, the motivation however, fell on deaf ears as the bluenette continued to fret over the thought their new arrivals, her eyes unfocused, her heart racing and her mind working a mile a minute trying to figure her way out of the inevitable.
She had no problem meeting new people, sure she was not the most social person in the kingdom, but she could withstand the average amount socialness required to not seem abnormal or rude. It was however a certain group of individuals, that at the mere thought of them had the young lady’s skin crawling and her fight or flight mode kicking into hyperdrive. Scholars, professors, court advisors any job within a kingdom that required a high level of knowledge or education, it was not the position itself that infuriated her but rather the type of people that held these positions. Being a woman had its fair share of challenges as did being small, as did being young, when mixed these three factors create a brilliant target. She had struggled all her life to be taken seriously despite her clear unchallengeable intellect and because of this she could fill a book with all the times she has been unjustifiably belittled, and she fears something similar is going to happen soon.
The day was bright unfitting to her mood as the two ladies strode down the hallways into the entrance hall in preparation to greet their new guests. King Natsu was already stood tall and proud, with guards and servants posted around the hall. All the necessary preparations were already in order, the food was harvested from their thriving farms, and the most luxurious wines bought from the finest vineyards, all put together by Mirajane the lovely head chef and her dedicated team. The palace was scrubbed to withing an inch of its life, and the marble floors glistened and the light from the stained windows giving the palace a magical glow. Everyone was in place as the princess stood at the head of the entrance next to her husband. Levy took her place near them as she was a vital part of what was about to take place.
The giant doors opened and Prince Redfox ‘The Iron Dragon’ emerged, a hulking form of a man, all eyes were drawn to him, his intimidating presence demanding their attention and the room fell deathly silent. He had the eyes of a warrior who had seen a hundred lifetimes, his black steel armour thick and seemingly impenetrable covering him entirely from the neck down as his heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hall. He was quickly followed by several guards and a few servants all impressive in their crisp and tidy uniforms, but that was to be expected, and finally, three old grey gentlemen walking gracefully in their drab and old-fashioned cloaks, by the gods she already bored to death just looking at them.
She could not look away from the fascinating prince as she was entranced by the display. He showed no clear sign of emotion on his face as he marched along to stand at the foot of the Dragneels. A smile graced the royals faces as the formalities began. “Prince Redfox we are pleased to welcome you to the fire kingdom” The king began “I hope you had a safe journey” It was clear to all that knew him that he was trying his best to be formal though it was not something he was suited for or enjoyed, although she can hardly blame him as she felt the same way.
The talked for a small while exchanging pleasantries that neither were that interested in doing, until it was time to depart. “Miss Lisanna would you be kind enough to escort Prince Redfox to his room” It was getting late and the official work would start in the morning. Just before the prince turned to leave his eyes ghosted over Levy, taking in her petite form and colourful dress as she stood out from the crowd with her blue hair and a long flowy orange dress that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight, it was only brief but their eyes met and it felt as if she was holding his stern gaze for an eternity. And just like that he was gone, everyone dispersing and getting back to work as the prince and his entourage were all heading to their rooms and getting prepared for a grand meal that would be hosted later that evening.
Levy released a breath that she did not know she was holding when the room was almost emptied, and the new arrivals were out of sight. Turning to the princess, they smiled at each other and both visibly relaxed. “Well that went rather well I think, don’t you?” Lucy seemed pleased as she should, the next few weeks are going to be particularly important for both parties and a good first impression could make all the difference. “yeas, it was quite successful, I think he’s pleased” Lucy’s eyes lit up at this and a mischievous smile appeared on her face “Oh yes, I would definitely say he was pleased with what he saw” She teased. The two women had been friends since childhood, so this kind of informality was common when no one new was around, newcomers would probably be surprised or appalled at the way a servant would speak to a queen so they kept up formalities in front of quest as to appear professional.
A blush covered the smalls girls face “What are you talking about Lu? You are crazy”
“Please, I saw that little look you two gave to each other” She was trying to contain a squeal as she inched closer to the girl, Levy crossed her arms and shook her head. “That wasn’t anything he was just looking around the room and we made brief eye contact, hardly anything to gush about” Natsu just playfully shook his head at the two of them already knowing what they were like and gently wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders and pulling her away muttering something about getting washed up before the banquet, he gave a passing look at Levy and she nodded at him for saving her from her friends incessant interrogation, he really was life saver in more ways than one.
Brushing off those childish remarks, Levy made her way back to library which was basically her second room judging by how much time she spends in there and on more than one occasion accidentally slept there. It was silly teasing and nothing more she assured herself, Lucy did that sort of stuff all the time, even so there was no way a man such as himself, a prince and soon to be king and esteemed warrior would be interested in her and just on look alone no less, she never really considered herself a prize. He wasn’t even her type, most brutish were mean, hard headed and stubborn, who usually wanted nothing more than a simple little wife to sit still and look pretty and birth a healthy heir, and surely prince Redfox was exactly the same, that was not the life for Levy she decided that long ago.
Later that evening when the moon had risen, a handful servants and butlers arrived and began to serve the food with practiced elegance, everything looked delicious anything you heart or stomach could desire was placed perfectly on the elegantly decorated table, the room was lit with candles creating a wonderfully calming atmosphere, the plates and cutlery adorned with gold, the dining hall was exemplary from ceiling to floor and most certainly fit for a king.
There were few places set at the small table, as this certain dinner was only for the people involved in the plans for the alliance and approaching war, it was meant to make the stay more hospitable and hopefully ease the tension between the royals.
Everyone took their seats Natsu at one end with Lucy by his side, and Prince Redfox at the other with who she expected to be his right-hand man on his right, she heard from Lucy that his his name was Pantherlily. The three ‘ancients’ as she has nicknamed them, sat stiffly together looking as dull as ever, a long blue haired beauty was also there although her role at the moment was unknow, our captain of the guard Erza Scarlet sat opposite me, her eyes were stern as she scanned the room for anything potentially dangerous, she was seriously devoted to her kingdom and her job, she was a lovely woman but she could be truly terrifying when the time called for it, and to her left Jellal Fernandes a brilliantly clever battle tactician and although they never showed any outward affection in public everyone knew they were courting. Levy was a communication expert and all round ‘know it all’ she helped with anything she could usually involving books, scrolls, languages, or even runes and she was damn good at her job despite her young age.
Everyone began tucking into the gigantic feast and the mood lightened as everyone was dazzled by the display of food and put at ease by the abundance of alcohol, light chatter filled the room as people began to become familiar with one another when one of the ancients began to speak up “I am looking forward to this impressive team of scholars that you have spoken so highly of your King Natsu” His words were polite but his tone was dismissive. Thankfully Natsu swallowed the abnormal amount of food in his mouth before he spoke. “You already have” he stated at then motioned towards me with one hand and grabbing more food with the other. The room went silent and all the new arrivals were clearly shocked, it was unusual for a woman to be in such a position so this feeling was hardly new to her, especially the old ones, everyone was looking at her and she began to feel a bit awkward so she did a quick little wave and hoped that would do. “This one woman?” It was not so much of a question as it was an accusation, it was evident that he did not like the fact that I was a woman not many noble men did but he didn’t want to be so open about it and risk damaging a new relationship.
She looked over to the prince to try and get a gage on how he felt about the issue, but she could still tell nothing, his eyes were locked on her but so were everyone else’s. She hoped it would not cause a problem as it had in the past. “Is there a problem with that?” Natsu’s tone was raised slightly. Despite not knowing the king for long he had already grown protective over his wife’s best friend and it was extremely sweet, but she desperately did not want to be the cause of a big scene. “No, no, no your highness, of course, that is not a problem at all” he backed down thankfully, but he shot a nasty glare at Levy before averting his gaze that no one seemed to notice, or so she though, so things slowly began to settle down again.
The prince stayed quite throughout the majority of the meal but their eyes met every so often, she was beginning to worry that he would think that she was weird, so she took to chatting to the fellow bluenette on her left. She was a shy lady, but they seemed to get on quite well and she did not know who this Gray man was but the way she described him made him sound like a god.
Deserts came and went and Erza nearly stabbed the king she swore an oath to protect for trying to take the last of the strawberry cake. All were merry and having a good time just as Cana promised, why we trusted her to choose the alcohol was beyond her as even she was beginning to fell a bit tipsy from the two small drinks she had. As the evening progressed people began to filter out of the room until it was just her and the prince who still seemed unaffected despite the large amount of alcohol he consumed, not that she was watching or anything mind you.
You could taste the awkwardness in the air, as she took another sip of her drink successfully finishing it, and in her mind planning on a quick yet courteous exit. But just as she was about to get up to leave, he grabbed a somehow unopened bottle of whiskey names ‘Los demonios beben’ also known as ‘The Devils Drink’ no wonder it was untouched nobody would dare at an event like this, it was most likely Cana’s work that it was even got here. “Would you care to have a drink with me?” He asked but he was already poring it into his small glass and was moving to grab hers. “I am not sure if I should” She was a little bit of light weight but did not want to admit it. “Why? Can’t you handle it?” There was a small glint in his eyes and a slight smirk on his lips as he challenged her, fine if that’s the game he wanted to play, she would bite. “That’s rich coming from you, a man who’s basically swaying on his chair” It was subtle, but she was observant and just managed to pick up on it.
She was a bit taken back from her own response as her mind stopped working, she had just insulted the fearsome prince! just as her mind started whirling trying to put an apology together he let out an odd little gihi as he placed her drink back in front of her. It was far too strong for her taste but there was no way she would let him know that, after her first small sip she glanced back at him to see he had already finished, his cockiness all over his face, that smug bastard. Now determined she gulped her drink down as fast as she could without spilling and then snatched up the bottle and pored herself another. What had gotten into her? This was not like her, plus this was an especially important mission she could not embarrass herself like this in front of a prince. But it seemed it had the opposite effect as he looked rather impressed. But of course, he had to one up her by taking a large swig straight from the bottle, and as to not fall behind so did she.
Before she knew it, the bottle was empty, and she realised they were entering dangerous territory as his predatory eyes raked over her. “Well I have had a very nice evening, but it is time I turn in for the night” she said standing and giving light bow and hoping it didn’t look like she was stumbling, luckily she didn’t slur her words too much or at least she didn’t think she did. His dazzling smile only wavered for a second before he too stood up and starched out his hand “You’ve been a worthy adversary, but I’m sorry you lost” Ever the diplomat she grasped his hand in a solid handshake and returned his light hearted banter “please I let you win, goodnight Prince Redfox” And with that she left.
On her way to her bedchambers she passed by Mirajane and Lisanna who both smiled at her and nodded she prayed they didn’t realise she and the prince were the last ones out or she would never hear the end of it from any of the girls and that’s really not what she needed right now.
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Hallow-Queen (Ben)
I wrote three Hallow themed one shots back in October for the Boh Rhap cast (There was supposed to be a fourth, but unfortunately some things came up, and I was unable to write it. Maybe this Halloween I’ll finally get it done!?)
Anyways, there is a fic for Joe, Ben and Gwil
This time it’s the man with the most amazing lower lip biting technique, Ben!
@not-the-cleavers (I know how much you love Ben ATM boo!)
Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader
The BohRhap cast Halloween parties had become a tradition, well perhaps not a tradition quite yet, seeing as this was only the second time the event was occurring, but it was a tradition none the less!
This year, Ben had put his hand up for organising the party , and to quote, “This year, Halloween will be the biggest, best party you will ever attend!”
Of course, when you had asked your fiancé what he had meant by that, he would shrug and change the subject. To say you were concerned would be an understatement, the party invitations had gone out four weeks ago, and in that time you hadn’t seen Ben do anything remotely resembling party planning!
All you knew, was that the party was to be held at his parents house. It was an odd location choice, though you knew his family was out of town currently, and their house was far bigger than the apartment you two currently shared. So perhaps it was the ideal location?
“Good morning love. I’m going to get things set up for tonight, I’ll see you at eight yeah?” Ben whispers, as you feel the bed dip opposite you, as he lays down to face you.
Opening your eyes slowly, you yawn as the morning light catches you off guard, clearly Ben had opened the bedroom curtains, the sun now flooding the room. “Hm? Ben what time is it?”
“It’s ten, hey shh, don’t get up.” Ben smiles softly, resting his hand over your shoulder and gently pressing you back against the bed. “There’s tea on the nightstand, careful it’s still hot. Have a quiet day to yourself, and I’ll see you at the party.”
You smile, closing your eyes once again as you breathe in the scent that is so uniquely Ben. The smell of black coffee and cigarettes invading your sinuses. “Are you sure you don’t need help with anything?”
You had offered to help multiple times this past week, and each time Bed had declined, informing you that he had everything under control. “Thank you, but I’m all good Y/N, I promise that by eight o’clock tonight everything will be set up for the party!”
Snuggling deeper under the covers, you peer over at the blonde across from you, your eyes up only visible beneath the cacoon you had created. “Have fun, love you Benji.”
Ben leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, before rolling off of the bed and heading out of the apartment.
Just as Ben had promised, when you roll over onto your other side, there on the nightstand, is a piping hot teacup filled with earl grey tea, made just the way you like it. You wriggle up in the bed, until you’re sat with your back pressed against a mountain of pillows against the headboard. You sip the tea carefully, holding the delicate cup with gentle hands. It was a teacup Ben had gifted you as part of your Christmas present a few years ago, and you used it every chance you got.
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It was your first Christmas as a couple, and the first Christmas you had experienced with snow, it was perfect to say the least!
The morning had started with soft, lazy kisses, that was until Frankie had decided she felt rather left out, and had jumped up on the bed and began giving you her own kisses.
“No, bad girl. Off the bed!” Ben laughed, as he watched her attack you with slobbery kisses. You could hardly complain, you would always give Frankie attention if she wanted it.
“She’s right you know; we really do need to get up.” You grin, sitting up fully causing Frankie to slide down onto your lap, before she jumped off the bed, and trotted back into the hall where she had appeared from.
Ben groaned, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face against the pile of pillows he slept on, a habit which you had adopted not long after you began dating. “But I don’t wanna get up.” He whined like a petulant child, all that was missing was him to begin stomping his feet.
You reach your hand out, carding your fingers through his golden curls, tugging gently at the roots. “If you don’t get up, then you won’t get your presents…”
That was enough to get his attention, and you watched as Ben shot up out of bed, his boxer shorts riding low on his hips. You bite your lip, trailing your eyes over his toned physique, maybe you could spare another few minutes just staring at him?
“Well, are you coming?” Ben smirked, catching your wondering gaze and sending a wink your way.
With a roll of your eyes, and a sigh you drag yourself from the bed, slipping on a pair of bunny slippers. They were a gimmick gift from your best friend, and despite starting as a tacky piece of footwear, you now wore them all the time.
Making your way around the bed, you meet Ben in the doorway, taking his hand in yours and leading you into the sitting room. In one of the corners of the room sat a short, plump Christmas tree, decorated in baubles, tinsel and fairy lights. The lights had been left on overnight. “So Santa knew where to leave the presents.” You had insisted with a childlike grin.
Frankie sat eagerly beneath the tree, having already found her present, it was a new doggy bed, wrapped in jolly red and green wrapping paper, with a large gold bow around the square package. You knew she would enjoy it more if the wrapping was no longer on it, but to remove said wrapping that would require her moving, and it didn’t look like she would be doing so for quite some time.
You and Ben sat cross legged on the floor around the tree, both of you having snuck out during the night to place your presents around the base of the tree. Ben hands you a box to start with, the design on the paper was an ombre effect starting in navy blue, moving into mauve, and ending in peach, with flecks of silver scattered within, and a matching bow on top.
“Whatever you do, please don’t shake the box!” Ben warns quickly, holding his hand out before you.
You nod slowly, making sure to handle the box with a great deal of care. You remove the ribbon, leaning forward and wrapping it around Ben’s forehead with a triumphant grin, before slowly peeling back the paper, finally you lift the lid of the box and gasp. Your hands are shaking as you lift the porcelain cup from the bubble wrap which surrounded it. Inside the careful wrapping lay a petite teacup, it was cream coloured, with a gold handle. Around the cup, there were tiny painted flowers, of purple, pink and blue, delicate leaves and vines surrounding the bunches.
“Oh Ben, this is too much…” You grin, as you take out the matching saucer, holding them between shaking hands. You place them on the ground beside you, crawling forwards, and kissing Ben fiercely, all thoughts of the other presents forgotten for the time being.
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Ben had it all planned, all he had to do now was get everything set up, which was why he had allowed himself over nine hours to do so. There was an awful lot that he had to get done for the party, and seeing as he had declined offers of help at every turn, he now had to task of preparing everything alone.
The plan seemed simple enough, but the execution was where the difficulties began. He somehow had to turn the normal looking family home, into a haunted house, he had spared no expense in buying the necessary props, but he wanted it to look good, and he knew it would take a fair bit of work, to get fake plastic gravestones to look realistic.
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As the afternoon progressed, you began getting yourself ready for tonight’s fiesta. You had spent the day watching old movies, with Frankie curled up beside you on the bed. In fact, the only time you had left the bed for any extended period of time, was when you had gone to get your uber eats order when it had arrived, that had marked the longest conversation you had had all day, something that was sure to change as the night progressed.
You had been planning your costume for a few weeks now, and had kept it hidden from everyone, not that anyone had really discussed what they were dressing as. Though you had a feeling Rami and Lucy would once again come up with both the cutest, and most epic couples costume in existence.
Your hair was the part that would take the longest, you had to get it prepared for the wig you had spent hours styling just the other day. You had worn wigs before, you were well known in the cosplay community for your quirky costumes, though it didn’t matter how many times you combed, braided, twisted and pinned your hair back, it was never a pleasant experience. You had considered shaving your head again, at least then you wouldn’t have to worry about the tedious part of applying a wig, but with Winter well on its way, you figured now was not the best time to do so.
Only a few years ago, you had done just that however, you were at a convention with a few friends, and had just gone to put on your wig for your costume. At the time, you had exceptionally long hair, which meant you absolutely needed a wig cap before even considering applying said wig. Of course, you being you, meant you forgot to bring any wig caps, and no one had a spare one for you to use. It was suggested you forgo the wig, but to you that was never an option, so instead, you shaved your head! And just like that, voila, instant wig cap!
It had taken years for your hair to grow back out, but when you look back on the event, you wouldn’t change a thing.
With the towering white wig in place, and the finishing touches applied to your makeup, all that was left now was to apply the multi piece costume, which would be a task and a half. Somehow you had to tie up a corset by yourself, when normally you would ask someone to help!
“What are you looking at?” You laughed, as you turn on the spot, trying to get a better view of the back of the corset, in an effort to tie it up securely.
Frankie sat beside you, nudging one of her toys in your direction. “Sweetie, I can’t play right now, I can’t bend down that far!”
You can’t help but chuckle at that, realising only now that your movements were extremely limited in this costume. “How on Earth am I going to bend enough to sit in a car?”
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Ben clapped his hands together as he looked over his handy work, a grin slipping onto his lips, everything looked pretty damned good!
The fake gravestones littered the front lawn, with zombie and skeleton hands sticking out around them. Jack o lanterns lined the footpath up to the house, and sat around the balcony by the front door, all sporting different expression, some shocked, happy, scared, and a few who were either dead or asleep.
Inside, he had set up a large table with all types of haunting snacks, sausages cut to look like fingers, strawberries dipped in white chocolate that resembled ghosts, a giant platter of spaghetti and meatballs, the meatballs had a dollop of sour cream in the centre and a ring of black olive in the middle, serving as eyeballs in gore, and of course, because no adult party would be complete without them, jelly shots in syringes!
Around the house, fake cobwebs were scattered around the ceiling, and covering some of the furniture, there was a giant ghost hung up just above the fireplace which seemed to float with the breeze in the house. “Perfectly cheesy.” Ben grinned as he gazed around, there were other surprises for his guests to find during the night, but for what he could see, everything looked perfect.
He made his way up to what used to be his bedroom, but had long ago been transformed into a study, using the familiar space to get into his costume. People would be arriving shortly, and it simply wouldn’t do if the host wasn’t dressed!
The blue bellbottom jeans felt all too familiar, after spending months dressing in 70’s regalia for the part of Roger Taylor, he had become so used to wearing them, that it was almost a struggle to go back to wearing skinny jeans. He tucked a blue button down into the waist of his jeans, and slipped on a white jumper, popping the collar out of the neck so to tie around the bright red ascot. Finally, he toed on a pair of brown loafers, before gelling his hair back, and combing it into the best rendition of a pompadour he could achieve.
“Let’s split up gang!” He chuckled as he looked himself over in the mirror, before remembering he was currently alone in the house, and you were nowhere around to laugh at his stupidity.
The sound of a car door slamming shut brought him back to attention, darting out of his old room, and towards the front door. As he went out to the front yard to greet his guests, he grinned as it became apparent that Lucy and Rami were the first to arrive, ever punctual.
“Fuck, you guys look great!” Ben grinned, as he wrapped them both in a tight hug, one in each arm. Lucy looked flawless in a long-sleeved mermaid style black dress, with what would likely be the deepest cut neckline he had ever seen, her lips were coated in red that matched her fingernails, and she wore a pin straight black wig. Rami had his hair slicked back, and had pencilled on a thin moustache, he had donned a black suit with white stripes, and a black tie.
“Please tell me Joe is dressed as Wednesday.” Ben howled with laughter, trying to picture his crazy friend as the sullen child. He couldn’t imagine anyone would pull of Mr and Mrs Addams the way Lucy and Rami did.
“Sadly no, he claims he had a better costume in mind! But we did try!” Rami laughs, as other people begin to arrive, cars parking all along the suburban street.
“Is Y/N here too?” Lucy asked excitedly, looking around the garden for your familiar face, only to come away looking disappointed.
“Not yet, she’ll be here soon though. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise of how everything looked.” Ben smiled, as he caught a glimpse of what could only be descried as the oddest couples costume he had ever seen. “Gwil, Joe… Nice to see you both!” The two men in question walked past the mock graveyard, and grinned at the small group, Joe waving, while Gwil went in for the hug just as Ben had.
“I’m just gonna cut to the chase right now, guys what the fuck are you wearing?” Ben couldn’t conceal his laughter, and Gwil turned to Joe, and simply sighed.
“Well to be clear, I just want you all to know, that this was always going to be my costume, I came up with this idea!” Gwilym grumbles, while Joe nods along eagerly.
“That is true, I won’t steal the credit for this phenomenal idea!” Joe chimes in, only to earn a glare from the Welshmen.
The men in question, were currently dressed as two characters from Peter Pan, but two rather unlikely characters. Gwil was dressed as a rather wonderful Captain hook, complete with black curled wig, grease moustache, red coat, and buckled shoes. Of course, he had a hook to really finish off the look. He really did look wonderful. Whereas Joe, had somehow squeezed himself into a Tinkerbell dress, which was at least two sizes too small. The green dress barely zipped up past his ass and was far too short to be considered decent. There were two pompoms glued to the end of a pair of flip flops, and the wings he sported on his back, were clearly designed for a child.
“He was complaining that he didn’t know what to wear tonight, and I stupidly told him I was going as Captain Hook. I didn’t think he would do anything with that information! Or if he did, I thought maybe, he would go as Mr Smee! Not fucking Tinkerbell!”
Gwil was obviously frustrated, but at the same time, it appeared as if he were fighting off a grin, Joe looked ridiculous and with him stood beside Gwil, it only helped to boost how good the Captain’s outfit looked.
“As if I would dress as Mister Smee! I look terrible in striped shirts!” Joe laughed, shimmying his shoulders just enough to wriggle the wings. “Besides, I look fabulous!”
“I absolutely do not believe in fairies.” Gwil muttered, causing Joe to press a hand against his chest in shock.
“Well, if there was ever any question, its sure as hell been answered now. This is not a children’s party.” You grin, walking up to the group, your extravagant costume drawing the attention of the gang.
Your white wig had been teased within an inch of its life, now standing on end adding a great deal of height to your appearance. Your face, neck, arms and chest had been covered in pale lilac face paint, blue eyeshadow reached up to over drawn, arched eyebrows, and a shockingly vibrant shade of red lined your lips. A golden shell necklace rest over your chest, and triangular purple earrings hung low from your ears. The dress had taken a while to create, but looked stunning in your opinion, The top was a sleeveless inky black fitted dress, which contoured to the shape of your body, all the way down to your ankles, where it fanned out into eight stuffed tentacles, with the underside a deep purple with cut out foam disks of light purple, glued on to form suckers. Finally, you had a pair of black silky opera gloves, which really completed the look.
“Did I miss the part where this was supposed to be Disney themed?” Rami laughed, as you gravitated to Lucy’s side, attacking her cheeks in kisses as she did the same to you, both grinning madly at each other.
“Um, Y/N love, what are you wearing?” Ben asks shyly, as he steps up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist securely.
You tilt your head back and gaze up at him, lifting an exceptionally tall eyebrow up at him. “I thought that was rather obvious love, I’m Ursula, you know, the sea witch…”
Ben’s eyebrows pull together in the middle as he gazes over you, he wouldn’t lie, he liked what he saw, but it was not what he had been expecting. “I thought we were going to do a couple costume remember? You were going to be Daphne to my Fred.”
You turn in his arms, cocking your head to the left as you regard him with a sceptical look. “Benji, we didn’t agree to a couples costume…”
“Yes, we did!” Ben nods eagerly.
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You lay on the sofa, more like collapsed, with your had resting in Ben’s lap, occasionally he would massage his fingers against your scalp, but mostly he was there just to keep you company. You either had the cold from hell, or the bubonic plague, you were undecided which just yet, but either way you felt like absolute death.
Ben was off from filming for a few weeks, and had decided to spend that time with you, sick or no, he had no intentions of leaving your side.
“Babe, what if you get sick?” You whined for the millionth time this week, only to be met with a groan from Ben beneath you.
“If I get sick, then I get sick. Now will you be quiet and watch the movie.” Ben chuckled, passing you the box of tissues as you went searching for it with grabby hands. You had no fight left in you, especially now that the cold medicine you had taken was beginning to kick in. If Ben wanted to stay with you, you would let him, besides, you rather liked the company. And with the fever you had been running recently, having your own personal space heater cuddle up to you, was exactly what the Doctor ordered!
The television went by relatively unnoticed on your end, though Ben seemed mildly invested in the film that had appeared on Netflix’s autoplay. You were vaguely aware of the film being that of the early 2000’s scooby doo remake, a movie you had loved as a child, but now tried to avoid. You were just beginning to drift off to sleep, the medication you had taken making you incredibly drowsy, when Ben’s voice woke you.
“We should do this for Halloween.” He suggested, petting your head softly, as his breathing lulled you back to sleep.
“Do what Benny?”
“Dress as Fred and Daphne, we could….” That was the last thing you heard, before you drifted back into the land of nod.
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“Benjamin! I was doped up on so many different medications that week! You could’ve been talking about anything I would’ve been none the wiser!” You burst out, slapping his shoulder playfully. Ben pouts down at you, but you quickly wipe the look away with a gentle kiss.
“I promise we can do a couple costume next year, alright? Though, maybe let me pick the costumes, I have a few ideas.”
Ben grins softly, pulling you against his side with a strong arm, keeping it locked around your waist securely. “Depends, have you got any ideas that will beat Rami and Lucy?”
The couple in question grin, as Rami takes Lucy’s hand and kissed from her knuckles, up to her shoulder. “Come now, we all know who the real competition is when it comes to couple costumes.”
Rami ceases his kisses, as he looks up at his Morticia, grinning wickedly at her.
“Joe and Gwil are clearly the cutest couple here tonight!”
The howling of laughter from you group can surely be heard across the whole street, not that any of you could possibly care. “Honestly, you guys are absolute couple goals.” You tease, as you retrieve your phone from the slit you had created in the side of your dress. The one good thing about making your own costume, meant you could add pockets wherever and whenever you wanted!
“Smile you two.” You grin, as you aim the camera towards the so called couple, Joe leans against Gwil’s side, pretending to aim a kiss against his cheek, while Gwil raises his hook ready to strike the fairy.
“Oh boy, Instagram is going to have a field day with this.” Ben grins, as he looks at the photo over your shoulder, picking a filter before you upload it, with the caption #couplegoals.
“What will your fiancé think when she see’s that?” You turn towards Joe, who simply shrugs, his wings rising with the gesture.
“Need I remind you, that said fiancé dressed as a dinosaur last year for my Halloween party, which you so rudely did not attend!”
“Hey, I’ve said I’m sorry! I already had Luce giving me a hard time over that, I don’t need you doing the same!” You defend, looking up at Ben as if to ask for him to provide some kind of backup.
“You left Ben all alone, dressed as he was!” Gwil chimes in, grinning at the disappointed look you shoot his way.
“Whoa now, that costume was all Ben’s idea! I simply made it; I didn’t come up with it!”
This causes a collective gasp from the group, all eyes now on the blushing blonde. “Excuse me Benjamin, that is not what you told me last year!” Gwil declares.
Ben hangs his head low, and all you can do is laugh at his obvious discomfort. “Alright fine, sexy Patrick Star was 100% my idea. But after Y/N said she couldn’t come to the party anymore, I decided to say that it had been her costume I was wearing.”
You slide your arm down to your side, slipping your fingers around Ben’s gently, and giving them a soft squeeze. “Well I think you looked damn sexy. Have you still got those boots?” You wink, the blush fading from his cheeks.
“Ugh, y’all need to keep it PG!” Joe groans, covering his ears before he can hear anymore that you have to say.
“Joe has a point, besides, I believe I was promised jelly shots was I not?” You grin, taking a few steps towards the house, tugging Ben’s arm with you, keeping your hands firmly locked together.
“Aye, I did. They’re just on the table inside.”
“Lucy come on, it’s been a hot minute since we did any kind of shots!” You call over your shoulder, as Lucy begins to drag Rami inside in a similar manner to you and Ben.
“That’s because the last time we did shots together, you called Ben, who came and picked you up, while you left me in the club!”
“I forgot you were there!”
“We fucking arrived together!” Lucy cries, though the laughter is clear in her voice. You make your way over to the food table, grinning at the sight of gore themed snacks.
“Fuck Ben, this looks amazing! You did this all by yourself?”
Ben grins from ear to ear, feet shuffling against the floor gently. “Yeah, I did.”
“You’ve done an amazing job mate, Gwil grins patting Ben’s shoulder, as Joe shoots him a set of very outdated finger guns.
“I’m really proud of you, even if I am slightly jealous that you did this all without me.” You giggle, before pressing another kiss to his plump lips, the taste of his last cigarette lingering on his breathe.
“Hey Y/N, are we doing this or not?” Lucy calls, pulling you away from the moment you and Ben had been sharing.
You turn on the spot, and look over the table at Lucy, who was holding two syringes in her hands, one for you and one for herself.
“Did you make them very strong Ben?” She grins, waving the shots above her head excitedly.
“They are pretty strong, so maybe be careful?”
“I hear your suggestion, and I shall promptly ignore it!” You laugh, as you join Lucy on the opposite side of the table, taking your phone out once again to snap a photo. You wanted to get as many pictures in before you all got too tipsy, and started taking photos of things that should never see the light of day.
You hold one of the syringes up to Lucy’s neck, who pretends to faint in your arms, her hand held to her forehead. The take the photo and grin at it, taking a mental note to post it in the morning.
You raise the syringe before you, as the others of your group either to the same with one of the shots, or a drink of some other kind. “I’d like to propose a toast, to Ben, for planning the spookiest Halloween party we have ever had!”
“To Ben!” A chorus echoes throughout the home, as various other guests take part in thanking the host. You grin at Lucy, tilting your head back, and dispense the shot down your throat, the slight burn of a rather large amount of vodka stinging the back of your throat.
You grin across at your fiancé, who held an icy cold beer in his hand, as he spoke with Rami, Joe and Gwil, all four of them talking over one another, it was a wonder any of them could understand each other. Ben catches your eyes, and winks at you, you laugh softly, before blowing a kiss his way, taking another syringe shot for yourself and Lucy.
“Damn, could you two be any more adorable?” She smirks, taking the shot from you happily.
“Oh we will be peak adorable at the wedding next year. Frankie is going to be my flower girl.” You giggle, causing Lucy to squeal in absolute delight. “Don’t tell anyone!”
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Lifesaver - Part 1
The wind blew in Rebecca’s frizzy, amber hair like water rolling down a freshwater stream. The sun reflected on the ocean’s horizon, setting a path for fishing boats to take off to sea. Rebecca started the first few things in her routine. A run, meeting the other lifeguards for their morning instruction, and setting out beach chairs for the foreseeable vacationing families.
The rest of the day, she is blowing her whistle at little kids to stop fighting in the water, placing bandaids on their scabs after the fight, and then politely asking the parents to control their hooligans.
A distant voice crashed in the waves on her run. A vision of a young man’s head bobbed in and out of the water. He was the only one there.
To the nearest lifeguard station was a rescue tube. Placing the tube under Rebecca’s arm, she dove headfirst into the sandy water. The waves crashed over her slender body like two forces colliding. Catching his wrist, her fingers wrapped around him like a python ready to kill the next victim. Pulling the six-foot guy above the waves, she wrapped his broad body on the tube.
Safely on shore, his bare chest moved up and down. Relieved, but his eyes were shut. Shaking the guy like a cocktail, he opened his red distressed eyes.
“Are you okay?” Rebecca leaned over his peculiar birthmark, painted above his collarbone.
Coughing up what seemed like a pint of water, he mumbled, “Yeah.” He released the rest of the salty water, swallowed by his lungs. “I think... Thanks for saving me. That current is crazy this morning.”
Rebecca’s shy, small voice developed into a bear’s growl. “I’m glad I was there. There was no one else around to hear you.” She said, wiping her freckled face from the water that dripped down the sides of her sunburnt skin. “You can’t swim in the ocean without a lifeguard. There are signs everywhere. Did you not see them?”
“I had no idea it was this bad.” The guy studied Rebecca’s face like it was a Victoria’s Secret magazine. “You look familiar.”
“Im Rebecca, pretty sure we had a class together last semester.”
“I’m Ted. I’ve seen you before… Where have I seen you?”
Grabbing Ted’s arm, she lifted him from the ground. Can he not hear?
“I go to Keiser University. We had a class together last semester.” Rebecca said.
Ted thought for what seemed like too long of a minute. “Oh, right! You sat behind me... How can I repay you? I mean, you did just save my life. Can I get you a drink? Cash?”
Rebecca shook her head in disbelief. Cash? Is this guy crazy? Does he think he can use daddy’s money to buy his way out of everything?
“This is my job. So I’m happy to help, you don’t need to repay me.. Especially cash… well, if you’re alright, I’m going to meet my coworkers.”
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“Sorry guys, I just had to save someone this morning. Do people really not see all the signs around?” Rebecca said, closing the circle of lifeguards.
“Oh, we saw you, Rebecca. You saved THE Ted Rudolph… lucky,” Lucy said with a smirk. “Did you give him mouth to mouth?”
“Uh… no. Not lucky. He could have died.”
Lucy rolled her eyes, looking back at the leader.
“Thank you, Rebecca. I’m glad to have you on the team. What happened? Does he need any more help? Ambulance?”
“He was getting pulled out from the current, but he seems to be okay.”
“Good.” The leader looked at the eight lifeguards and said, “Everyone should know, if you save a life you get the remaining day off. Recuperate and take it easy. We will see you Tuesday, Rebecca.”
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Rebecca looked toward the houses lined down the beach. Compared to the mansions on the other sides of her home, her small, but normal blue house stood on wooden slabs. Jogging up the old steps, she swung open the creaking wooden door. Aroma of rosemary and lemon circled around the kitchen from her nightly cleaning fiasco. Now what?
Rebecca picked up her phone to call her mom. “I’ll be there in ten mins.”
She got in her silver dented sedan and turned on the ignition. The flashing light came on again. “I’ll fix it later,” her everlasting voice said.
Mornings at Pressley’s Seafood Cafe were typically slow. A restaurant that serves seafood for breakfast isn’t the most appetizing. Fish and waffles, cornbread pancakes with oyster sauce, and avocado toast and sardines.
The third red leather booth that lined down the cream walls was her favorite spot to sit. Not too close to the restrooms, not too close to the payment counter, and next to the salad bar. She looked at the six-sided menu like she’s never seen it before. Eyebrows up, eyes wide, and top lip raised told you her take on the food. She slid the menu to the very end of the table.
“Hey mom, can I just have a cup of coffee? No breakfast for me. How are the new items coming together?”
Her petite frame leaned into the table and said, “I didn’t think anyone would like these things… look around. There’s three tables being taken right now. People are trying the new items and are loving it.” Rebecca’s mom said.
Looking over her shoulder, Rebecca wanted to see the type of people to order such weird things. An older couple sitting in the first booth drinking cups of black coffee. Typical. A mom wrangling her three kids sat by the windows in the far back of the restaurant. Typical. Two guys sat across from the bathrooms. Why on earth would anyone want to sit by the bathrooms? She stared at the guys longer than the others. Looking at one of the guy’s hair, a familiar dirty blonde, muscular build, reminded her of Ted. She wasn’t sure.
Waiting for her coffee, she smelt the delicious, dark roast coffee beans brewing in the kitchen. She looked back toward the guys again as they were sliding out of their seats. Yep. Thats Ted. What’s he doing here? He certainly couldn’t be eating biscuits and crab gravy. Slouching in her seat, she turned her head towards the wall lined with sea bass competition portraits.
“Rebecca?” Ted said, leaning in to get a better picture of her. “Haven’t you had enough of me already?” He said with a smirk.
Rebecca giggled, “I’m here visiting my mom. I got the day off from saving you.” Rebecca said, shifting in her seat. Her cheeks turned a cardinal red. “What did you end up getting?”
“I got the biscuits and crab gravy. As weird as it sounds, it’s pretty good. Eggs, crab, sausage smothered on a biscuit goes well together.”
Ted’s friend chimed in, “Yo, the sardine avocado toast is gnarly too. You should try that.”
“Maybe,” Rebecca replied, looking for her mom across the front booths.
Ted hesitated, “Well… hey, I know you said I don’t need to repay you, but why don’t I take you to dinner tonight? You know, you saved me and all. It’s the least I could do.”
“I’m not sure. It’s my job,” Rebecca stopped mid-sentence to her mom coming in with a steaming hot cup of coffee. “Oh, hey mom.” Relief.
“Thanks so much for breakfast. I wanted to hand you this instead of leaving it on the table. This was one of the best breakfasts I’ve had in a long time. And I think family owned restaurants are dope.” Ted said. He handed Rebecca’s mom an envelope with cash in it. A hundred dollar’s worth.
“Oh, wow, I can’t accept this. This is too much.”
“Take it. I hope it can help. Maybe you could take Rebecca to a nice dinner. She won’t go with me… I told her I wanted to repay her since she saved my life this morning.” Ted said.
Rebecca’s mom wrapped her arm around Ted’s waist, patting the middle of his back. “Thank you so much! Go to dinner with him, Rebecca. What could hurt it?”
Rebecca looked at her mom with fear in her eyes. “Okay… okay.” Rebecca said.
“Yo Ted, we’ve got to go. It’s already ten o’clock. We’re going to be late for practice.” Ted’s friend said.
“See you tonight. Five o’clock sound good? Where should I pick you up?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” Rebecca said, pushing her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. “My house… uh… yeah, It’s the small blue one with a yellow roof by the ocean. You can’t miss it. Just five minutes down the A1A.”
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Rebecca’s mom sunk into the booth like a feather falling on a bed of leaves. Her unkempt hair, secured with a pen, was becoming loose by the minute. She placed her server’s book on the table and picked up Rebecca’s hand, caressing it between her clammy fingers. “So… are you going to tell me about how you saved Ted’s life?”
Rebecca slurped her coffee, a warm bitter taste rolled down her stomach. She looked down at the table. “Why did you persist in going on a date with him? You know how I am with boys. I either talk too much or shut off completely. I’m already a nervous wreck.”
“Honey, you’ve got to mingle with people. It’s great you are happy by yourself, but this will be good for you. If you want to cancel, then do that. I was just trying to help.”
“It’s whatever. I’ll go to this dinner, and probably never hear from him again. You just wait.”
“Rebecca, that’s not true. You are so likeable and beautiful. Give yourself credit.”
“We’ll see.” Rebecca said with a deep exhale. She slouched back into the seat, staring blankly at the booth in front of her. Silence had taken over the conversation.
“Keep your phone on you. I won’t be home to help you get ready. Can you be back here at the restaurant by ten?”
“Yes, that sounds good.” Rebecca said, getting up from the table. The glass door shut, causing the two little bells to hit the door.
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4:45 o’clock
Rebecca passed back and forth in the section between her twin bed and her desk. Hair in a loose French braid, baby hairs contouring her round face. She wore a white dress that’s been in her closet since high school. The only thing that looked decent enough to go on a date with Ted. Let alone anyone.
4:50 o’clock
The clock ticked. Her bed squeaked like a mouse as she sat down.
4:51 o’clock
Back in the bathroom, looking at herself one last time. She grabbed her lip gloss and placed it on her pink plump lips. One more spray of her Justin Bieber perfume dripped down her neck. Rubbing it onto her wrists, her heart started thumping. It’s almost time.
Rebecca wasn’t much for getting dolled up. She knew makeup would come in handy for times like this, but it was never normal for her to wear it. Brown eyeliner to line the tops of her eyes. Not too dark, not too light. A BB creme covered her pasty complexion, smearing away her pores, but sheer enough to show her freckles. Her emerald eyes enhanced with an enchanting eye shadow.
Even though she loved to read, study Edgar Allan Poe, and have an introverted soul. She had a side no one ever saw, a makeup tutorial loving, Hallmark Movies, girly girl.
4:55 o’clock
The doorbell rang.
4:56 o’clock
Well, maybe not, “one last time” Rebecca stood at her mirror picking up her feet to get a whole glance of her outfit. With the wedged heels, she was just a hare above five foot nine.
4:57 o’clock
“Hey Ted,” Rebecca said with a smile.
Ted had a bouquet of white roses in his hands and handed them to Rebecca. “Wow, Rebecca, you look great.”
Rebecca let no one see this side of her before. Everyone at campus was used to the nerdy girl with glasses, hair in a ponytail, dark circles under her eyes from studying too much, and athletic t-shirts.
“That’s very sweet. Thank you.” Rebecca said, looking down. She held the roses in her hand, smelling the perfume that ascended from them. “Uh… Come in… I’ll put these in some water.”
“What a cozy house you have.” Ted said, looking around the den.
“Yeah, pretty small and cozy if you want to say that.” Rebecca’s two-inch heels squeaked in the kitchen, finding a vase for the flowers.
“Where are we planning to eat?”
Ted came around to the kitchen and leaned on the refrigerator.
Rebecca glanced at him, making way up to his broad shoulders. His arms crossed right at his chest. A tall, handsome guy in my house? What is this second life I’m living?
“I was thinking I would take you to a location that you’ve probably never been to. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, only if you don’t kill me. I read too many murder mysteries.” Crap! Murder mysteries? I’m already losing it.
“Definitely not wanting to kill you.” Ted said, with a chuckle. “Would you be down to ride in a helicopter?”
“A helicopter? Where did you find that? I’ve never been in a plane, let alone a helicopter.”
“I have my connects.” Ted said with a smirk.
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Mother Mercury, Part 1
Summary: Ben meets a mysterious young wardrobe assistant with a startling resemblance to Freddie Mercury on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. Is it just a coincidence, or could Freddie’s legacy have included a very large secret?
Author’s note: Surprise! This is the first part of the Ben x OC story I’ve been working on for a little while. I was planning to only make it a oneshot, but the plot’s a bit too complicated. This was born from an idea I had while home alone one day that sparked several hours of furious typing (I tend to follow the muse when it strikes, if I have time of course). It’s taken me a while to get this together because I changed my mind about some major aspects of the plot after I’d already started writing, which meant a lot of reworking of what was already there. I have parts of the rest of the story written, but it’s really just snippets at the moment, so I’m not sure when the next part will be up. I’d like to get it done while I’m on uni break this week, but I’ve got a lot of other stuff to do as well so I can’t make any promises. FYI, at this point I’m planning 3 to 4 parts, but that might change as I write more of it.
It’s not actually explained in this part, but this whole story basically hinges on Freddie Mercury having accidentally gotten a woman pregnant during a drug-fuelled party back in the late 70s. If you’re not comfortable with that idea, that’s fine, but stop reading now. I don’t want to give too much away here because things will be explained more in the next part (though it won’t be explicit), but rest assured Freddie in this story is still “gay as a daffodil.” For the record, I personally believe Freddie may have been biromantic, but in this story he’s essentially ‘gay but also things happened while I was high,’ and those things resulted in a lovechild. Remember this is fiction, and sometimes certain things just need to happen for the overall plot to work.
Warnings: Writing about real people, allusions to teen pregnancy, sudden POV switch near the end
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Ben ran over and launched himself at the dark-haired, denim-clad figure from behind. “You absolute bastard! Why did you-". The petite figure jumped and turned around. “What the- oh hi Ben.” The girl’s yell trailed off when she realised who had just jumped on her. Ben was stunned. “Oh my God, I am so sorry" he babbled, "I thought you were Rami in costume.” “It’s ok” she reassured him. “I think I should have worn a different jacket, I’ve been getting that all day.” “Well you do look a lot like him from behind” Ben commented. “But not from the front?” the girl questioned, smiling slightly. Ben shook his head. “No, from the front you look like… Freddie.” The girl raised an eyebrow. “That surprises you?” “No, it’s just… you look so much like Freddie you could practically be a makeup reference" Ben explained. "It’s… a little weird, to be perfectly honest.” There was an awkward pause. “So what do you do here? You working?” Ben asked finally. “Wardrobe assistant" she told him. "Not bad for my first proper job.” Ben smiled. “Not bad at all” he agreed.
A sudden thought occurred to him. "Wait, how do you know my name? We've never met before." The girl smiled. "You're one of the stars. Everyone here knows who you are." Ben looked sheepish. "I'm not used to being a star" he muttered. "Hey, why haven't I seen you around yet?" "I'm low down the chain" the girl explained. "I've mostly been dressing extras and keeping stuff in order, they don't let the underlings near the big names." "I'm not…" Ben protested feebly. He really didn't feel like a big star, not yet anyway. The girl smiled again. "You are here." Ben just shook his head. "Speaking of names" he said smoothly, "I haven't caught yours yet." "Mel" she replied. Ben smiled. "Lovely."
Mel saw a lot of Ben after that, not always intentionally. The very next day they ran into each other at the catering tent during the lunch break. Ben grinned when he spotted her dark hair weaving through the tables. "Freddie clone! Good to see you again." Mel smiled back. "You too." She filled her plate and went to leave, but Ben stopped her. "You meeting anyone?" Mel was confused. "No?" "Come and eat with us then" he offered. Mel considered it. Spending time with a blonde hunk was tempting of course, but then again they were supposed to be working together. No one had specifically told her not to socialise with the actors while on set, but she got the impression it wasn't really encouraged. Then again, what harm would one lunch do? She smiled. "Alright then." Ben beamed at her agreement. "Follow me."
He led her over to a table already occupied by two blokes apparently deep in conversation. One was tall and lanky, his face obscured by an enormous curly wig. That must be Gwilym, Mel thought, with his Brian May hair on. The other was smaller and paler, his head also covered by a long auburn wig. Joe, Mel realised, dressed as a pre-perm John Deacon. "I still think my hair is worse" Joe pouted. "You don't suffocate under it every day" Gwilym replied. "You didn't have to get a perm though" Joe pointed out. "Alright, you win" Gwilym laughed. Ben cleared his throat. "Gentlemen." "Benny boy" Joe responded. Ben groaned. "That's Joe" he told Mel, indicating the redhead. "The tall one's Gwilym. This is Mel" he introduced. "From wardrobe." "Pleasure" Gwilym replied instantly, as Ben and Mel sat down.
Joe eyed Mel up from the seat opposite her. "Say, Mel, how d'you feel about perms?" Gwilym sighed. "Joe, don't." "Why not?" Joe protested. Gwilym turned to face Mel. "Sorry to be nosy, but how old are you, love?" "21" Mel told him. Gwilym shifted back to look at Joe, whose face had suddenly blanched. "That's why not. Couldn't you tell she was too young for you?" Joe shrugged. "It's hard sometimes. Sorry Mel" he added sheepishly. She smiled. "It's alright, I would have turned you down anyway." "Why?" Joe whined, pretending to be upset. Mel grinned mischievously. "You're nearly the same age as my mum." Joe looked bewildered. "How is that even possible… unless-oh." Joe's eyes widened and he fell silent as the realisation hit.
"Where's Rami?" Ben asked, diving in to change the subject before the awkwardness consumed them all. "With Lucy" Joe told him, giggling. Mel was confused. "Wait, so are they a thing now?" Gwilym grinned mischievously. "They refuse to admit it, but yes." "Naww, that's cute" Mel cooed. Ben snorted. "It'd be cuter if they'd stop bloody hiding, it's not like everyone else can't tell they're mad for each other.” Rami and Lucy were clearly very preoccupied because neither of them appeared for the rest of the half hour Mel was allotted for her lunch break. By the end of it she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to go, and her dining companions definitely didn’t want to see her leave.
Ben was unusually quiet as he watched her wend her way back across the set to the wardrobe truck. This did not escape his friends’ notice. “Earth to Ben? You still with us, mate?” Ben jumped slightly as Gwilym’s voice finally dragged his attention back to his castmates. “Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?” “About Mel” Joe explained, grinning slightly at his friend’s obvious distraction. “Right, yeah” Ben muttered. “Don’t you think she looks like Freddie?” he added, slightly breathless. Joe and Gwilym glanced at each other. “Yes,” the Welshman replied exasperatedly, “that’s what we’ve been discussing since we left.” “Sorry” Ben mumbled sheepishly. “You agree though?” “Yep” Joe nodded. “It’s kinda scary almost.” “We were wondering how that might have happened,” Gwilym explained, “but it’s probably just a coincidence.” “Probably” Ben agreed.
Suddenly Joe grinned deviously. “But that’s not as important as the fact that Ben is clearly into her.” “I am not!” Ben protested, but it was no use. “Oh, you are, you hardly looked anywhere else while she was here" Gwilym countered, grinning mischievously. "And you've been staring at her arse since she left the table.” Ben immediately blushed. "I was not" he grumbled. "He's blushing! Benny's got a cru-ush" Joe teased in a sing-song voice. Ben rolled his eyes. "Hypocrite. You cracked onto her the minute she sat down." Joe looked mildly wounded, but merely shrugged in response. "Well she is pretty, y'know." "Yeah, Ben knows" Gwilym quipped. Ben just groaned in frustration. But he couldn't help thinking Joe wasn't wrong. Not at all.
Lunch with Mel became a regular feature of Ben's day over the next few weeks. Their schedules didn't always match, but they managed to spend that break time together significantly more often than not. Ben was generally accompanied by the rest of "the band," as they called themselves, and sometimes Allen, but Rami and Lucy were usually absent owing to different schedules. Or so they claimed, anyway. Lucy appeared at the band's lunch table for the first time about a week after Mel's first lunch with them, and she took to Mel immediately. "It's so nice to have another woman to balance out this lot" she confided. But Rami didn't join them for over a fortnight, and his reaction was something Mel wouldn't forget in a hurry.
Rami's jaw dropped when he saw the dark-haired girl sat next to Ben. "Uhh… who is this?" Joe smirked. "Nice of you to finally join us for once." Rami rolled his eyes. "I've been busy, ok?" "Sure…" Joe teased. Ben cleared his throat. "Rami, this is Mel, from wardrobe. Mel this is-" She cut him off with a nudge of his shoulder. "I know who he is Ben, I do work here y'know." "Nice to meet you" Rami cut in. "By the way, has anyone ever told you look like Freddie Mercury?" Mel barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "A lot of people on this set have" she replied, trying not to sound too annoyed. "If you don't mind me asking, how do you do it?" Rami asked excitedly. Mel shrugged. "I don't really do anything. I suppose I'm just lucky." Rami chuckled quietly. "Very."
Suddenly Mel stood up from the table. "This has been lovely as always, but I need to get back to work" she declared. "Rami it was lovely finally meeting you. I'll see you all tomorrow, gents." She left the table to a chorus of 'see you later's. As soon as she was out of earshot Rami turned to the others. "Is she… she must be related to Freddie, right?" he asked eagerly. "We don't know" Joe sighed. "It might just be a coincidence" Gwilym pointed out. Rami snorted. "No way. She's the spitting image, and she sounds like him? She has to be related, the question is how." Ben looked at Rami curiously. "Does she really sound like Freddie?" he asked wonderingly. "I hadn't noticed." Rami stared incredulously at the blond. "Are you deaf or something?" "No, he's just distracted cause he thinks she's hot" Joe quipped. Rami suddenly grinned mischievously. "Oh, so that's the girl he's crazy about" he teased. Ben groaned. "Aww, not you too."
Rami's comment caused the others to tease Ben good-naturedly for the rest of the break, but his own mind was elsewhere. Mel's resemblance to Freddie was too strong to be a mere coincidence, he thought. It had to come from shared DNA. But most likely she was a distant cousin or something. She was much too young to have been his actual child, Freddie died before she was even thought of. Besides, even when he was alive Freddie never had kids, right?
Rami initially dismissed the whole idea out of hand, but something about it nagged at him for the rest of the day. He was sure he'd read something that referred to Freddie and kids during his preparation for Bohemian Rhapsody, but he couldn't remember what or where he'd found it. It wasn't until he finally got back to the pile of research in his hotel room that night that he managed to dig up an answer.
A couple of articles published in the first months after Freddie died both said similar things. 'There are whispers Freddie even fathered a lovechild around the time Queen hit the peak of their fame, at the turn of the 80s, but this has never been proven.' 'Some rumours go as far as to suggest Freddie had a secret lovechild hidden away, the result of a drug-fuelled encounter during his partying years, but those now appear to be almost entirely unfounded.' Clearly no one really thought the rumours were anything more than old gossip back then. But what if they were actually true? That would mean… it would mean Freddie had a child, somewhere out in the world. Except Mel couldn't be that child, Rami thought, she was too young. But if Freddie's child was born in the late 70s, like the rumours said, they would have been old enough to have their own child by the time Mel was born 21 years ago. Rami gasped as a sudden realisation hit. If the rumours were true, and he was right about Mel being related to Freddie, that could mean Freddie Mercury's grandchild was working on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody.
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