#Robert Laing x Y/N
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All The Right Moves
Robert Laing x fem!Reader
Summary: When Robert comes home from work, he catches you dancing in the kitchen - and decides to join you...
Warnings: this is a songfic? fluff, dancing, suggestive smut - it gets quite a bit hot and steamy
Word Count: 1,9k
a/n: Some of you were quite a curious about the 'Secret Project'. I told you about. Well, here it is - and it's a birthday gift for @muddyorbsblr ! 🥳 We talked about those gifs and she told me about the story she imagined - and I immediately started to write it; knowing that her birthday was coming up. 🥰 Bestie, I really hope you like this! Happy Birthday! ❤
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Peeps I think might be interested in this one... @smolvenger @anukulee @lokiforever
°☆• Masterlist •☆°
This is basically based on this song...
... and this scene...
The High Rise was still bustling with the people who lived inside the big building, despite the fact that it was quite late in the evening. Robert had to work a few hours longer today, resulting in the sun already setting, as he stepped through the big doors of London's biggest, most modern skyscraper.
It was early June - the beginning of the summertime, and it showed. The days had gotten longer and the nights shorter; temperatures steadily rising. Several children were still awake; running around, laughing and having fun - just like the adults. Countless men with bottles of beer and women with swim attire crossed his paths; probably planning on throwing yet another party. Like they always did. Robert though, was tired. A long day stuffed to the brim with work was behind him and all he wanted to do, was to spend some quality time with his wife, perhaps eat something and then fall into bed to catch some much-needed sleep.
Taking one of the elevators, he leaned against the metal wall and waited almost impatiently for it to make that familiar 'ding' sound; announcing that it arrived on the 25th floor. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.
Robert walked straight to yours and his apartment then, literally storming through the door; shutting the loud and annoying world out.
As soon as the door was closed shut behind him, a relieved sigh left his lips. He had been quite a bit lost in his own thoughts, when the sound of music - coming undoubtedly from the kitchen, pulled him back down to earth in the here and now.
And some aces up your sleeve
I had no idea that you're in deep
I dreamt about you near me every night this week
It caused an immediate smile to appear on his lips. Robert knew that song. By heart. It was one of your favourites - and became over the years one of his favourites, too.
How many secrets can you keep'
′Cause there′s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow
When I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
Spilling drinks on my settee
The doctor took off his dress shoes, placed them neatly beside your shoes and put down his working bag. Then he made his way quietly, but quickly to yours and his shared bedroom, slipping out of the greyish black suit jacket he wore; the tie following immediately. Undoing a few of his shirt buttons, Robert felt finally comfortable and 'free'.
The music wasn't extremely loud, but he could still hear every word.
(Do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying
Things that you can′t say tomorrow day
Being only in his matching suit trousers and white shirt now, he sneaked up to the kitchen. Carefully, he lurked around the corner. There you were, in the middle of cooking something which smelt like spaghetti Carbonara - but undoubtedly heavenly; blasting one of your all-time favourites. You were definitely feeling the music with all your heart and soul. Robert could tell, because you had abandoned the pots and pans, in order to dance.
Crawlin' back to you.
Ever thought of calling when you′ve had a few?
'Cause I always do
Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
As soon as the refrain hit, your dance moves increased. Robert leaned against the door frame, watching you with a smile; hands buried in his trouser pockets. How you moved so gracefully. How your light blue knee-length summer dress flowed with every move you made. And he watched, how happy you seemed to be. It made him happy in return as well - and his heart to beat faster with the love he felt for you.
You had your back towards your husband and therefore hadn't a single clue that he was even there. But when the last line of the refrain sounded through the kitchen, you turned around...
Crawlin' back to you.
The sight of Robert standing casually in the door frame with a soft, but amused smile on his lips caught you off-guard, of course. You visibly flinched; hand flying up to your heaving chest. You could practically feel your heart thumbing against your palm.
Then your cheeks reddened; feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. But once the realisation set in, that it was your husband standing in front of you, a small giggle slipped past your lips. "Robert!"
So have you got the guts?
Been wondering if your heart's still open and
If so I wanna know what time it shuts
Simmer down and pucker up
I′m sorry to interrupt it′s just I'm constantly
On the cusp of trying to kiss you
I don′t know if you feel the same as I do
But we could be together, if you wanted to
With 'Do I Wanna Know?' still blaring in the background, you closed the distance between yourself and your husband. Without saying much, you placed a small kiss on his soft lips, in order to greet him. Automatically, your hands landed on his well-trained chest; displayed through the way too tight white shirt he wore.
While Robert's hands found their way to your waist, you rubbed his pecs with your palms in an affectionate manner. "How was work?" The doctor just shook his head. "I don't want to talk about work, darling." You raised an eyebrow and crooked your head in slightly amused confusion. "You usually always talk about work, honey."
Robert licked his lips; baby blues gazing deeply in your Y/E/C ones. "Later. I don't want to talk now. What I want is to dance."
(Do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying
Things that you can′t say tomorrow day
Before your brain was entirely able to process what Robert just said, he suddenly pulled you with a quick movement closer against him. So close, that your chest collided with his. You let out a small yelp; having not expected this 'bold' move.
Crawlin' back to you.
Robert's timing was perfect, to say the least. With the peak of the refrain, he started to dance; causing your body to sway with his, of course.
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
(Calling when you′ve had a few)
'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)
Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I′ve thought it through
Robert had always been a great dancer. You knew, but he showed it to you once again...
With one hand placed firmly on the small of your back, he moved his hips in sync with yours. His head lowered; forehead pressed against yours. Your hands had wandered as well; moved from his chest to cross behind his neck. Therefore, that you were so close to one another, the dance became quite intimate very fast - and utterly intense. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body; his big, warm hand splayed over the clothed skin on your back - on the verge of touching your ass. You could smell his expensive, rich cologne; him and letting yourself drown in it.
You and Robert literally danced on a thin line between romance and eroticism. Tendencies to the latter. And when he switched positions, you knew exactly how this dance was going to end.
Crawling back to you, (do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying
Things that you can′t say tomorrow day
Robert let go of you and took a few steps back. As soon as his touch left your body, you already missed it; longing to feel him again. But you were not the one in control... He was.
Taking your hand in his bigger one, he lifted both your arms and signalling you to twirl yourself around - which you did with a small giggle; dress flowing in the air once more. Although that 'foolish', girly, little giggle soon faded into a sinful, quiet, little moan, as your husband caught you mid spin with his free arm around your middle, and pressed your ass against his crotch. That was the moment you started to lose it.
Robert splayed one big hand over your lower abdomen; keeping you snugly pinned against him. If that wasn't already torturous enough, he started to move and grind in hips to the beat of the music - and what you felt through the thin layers of clothing caused a gasp to fall from your lips.
Unbeknownst to you, Robert had a naughty smile on his face; knowing exactly what he was doing to you.
(Do I wanna know?)
Too busy being yours to fall
(Sad to see you go)
Ever thought of calling darling?
(Do I wanna know)
Do you want me crawling back to you?
You were in such a haze; totally lost in the way Robert danced with you, that you didn't notice where he was leading you. Therefore, you found yourself trapped between your husband and the kitchen counter by the end of the song.
With the last line, Robert spun you once more around - this time in his arm, and pressed you against the wooden surface. A small, shocked yelp escaped your lips, before your eyes widened in realisation. The position Robert put you in only now dawning on you. Despite that you were quite flustered, you had nevertheless gained a little bit confidence.
Lifting your hand, you let your fingers toy with the opened buttons of his shirt. "Dr. Laing... How naughty..." You tutted playfully; shaking your head. Unfortunately, you weren't able to stay serious and broke out into another fit of giggles.
Robert loved that about you. Your sweet tries to act all dominant and seductive, but you were way too shy and flustered.
The doctor caught your wandering hand easily mid-air and pinned it against his own chest; his large palm swallowing yours whole. "Nu.Uh, Mrs. Laing. If I recall that correctly, you are the naughty one..." Robert stated; letting his gaze drop. His baby blues were no longer staring into your Y/E/C ones. "You started this, didn't you? Dancing to such a quite erotic song... You literally begged for this to happen, am I right?" He underlined his words by pushing you closer against the counter; hips colliding with yours. You gasped - audibly; eyelids fluttering shut. "R-Robert, I-I-I-"
He didn't need to see or hear more to know, that he was right. Your reaction was clear evidence.
"You got yourself in this situation..." Your husband whispered deeply; hoisting you up on the kitchen counter. "And now you have to deal with the consequences. Although, I'm sure you are going to enjoy it," Robert announced with a wolfish grin, before you heard the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. You swallowed hard. You were in trouble - because of a damn song!
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Last Updated: 2024-03-11
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Robert Laing stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✑ All I Want is You￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Life in the high rise is hectic but your interest is caught by one specific doctor."
✑ All the Right Moves by holdmytesseract • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When Robert comes home from work, he catches you dancing in the kitchen—and decides to join you..."
✑ Cure for Virginity, the by smolvenger • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Charlotte thinks you have been a virgin for too long [and] should take advantage of a certain fellow tenant at the High-Rise; she says [is] the best amenity in the building: Doctor Robert Laing."
✑ Fateful Favour by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "What started as a plan to join your sister at a tenant party in your new apartment building takes a trajectory you didn't expect when you discover she's arranged for someone to keep you company tonight."
✑ Liquid Confidence by ladycamillewrites • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: When circumstances force you to share an apartment with the deliciously sexy, Dr. Robert Lang you find yourself struggling to maintain your sanity, and not just because of the craziness in high-rise
✑ I Got a Man But I Want You by holdmytesseract • 16+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •
Summary: "...A heated discussion between [you and your best friend, Robert,] about the 'usual topic' suddenly becomes more than just an argument..."
✑ What Do You Have to Offer by villainousshakespeare • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 🚫 •
Summary: "In order to [move up to the 25th floor], you will have to convince the handsome but slightly crazy Dr. Robert Laing that you will be a worthy addition to the society they have built on their level…"
✑ Win-Win by that-little-zebunny • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: Having a private dinner with your friend and neighbour, Robert Laing, should be simple. All you have to do is not let your feelings for him slip out; unfortunately, he makes that easier said than done.
✑ 25th Floor by laufeyamp • 〔F᜶C〕 •
✑ Bad Luck by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dishes Can Wait, the by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Drowning by ladyfluff • 〔A〕 •
✑ Easy Tiger by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ First Steps by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ His Warrior by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ I Want this to Last by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ It's Party Time by ladycamillewrites • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Jealousy by holdmytesseract • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Let Me Love You by ladyfluff • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Lethargic Mornings by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Little Red Dress by ladyfluff • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Lucky by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •
✑ Mr. Forgiveness by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶C〕 •
✑ Pillow Fort by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Playful by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Pregnancy's Glow by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Rock Your Body by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Something Sweet by ladyfluff • 16+ • 〔E〕 •
✑ Sunday by laufeyamp • 16+ • 〔F〕▪︎♥︎ •
✑ Sweet and Innocent by ladyfluff • 16+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ What's Wrong? by ladyfluff • 〔A〕 •
✑ Being Married to Robert Laing by five-miles-over • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Robert Laing as a Father by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
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Authors: @five-miles-over || @holdmytesseract || @lady-rose-moon || @ladycamillewrites || @ladyfluff || @laufeyamp || @muddyorbsblr || @smolvenger || @that-little-zebunny || @villainousshakespeare ||
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Do any of y'all want to be tagged in my first High-Rise Fic?
Okay, guys. I finished a second draft of a fluff and smut fic about fem! reader being a tenant at the High-Rise and losing her virginity to Doctor Sexy himself, Robert Laing. Would anyone be interested in being tagged! Like I said, there will be smut, so 18+ for this one-shot, please!
#high rise#tom hiddleston#smut#carrie writes#I'm so sorry for yall that came here for marvel and star wars and are in the midst of my Tom phase#I am sending you guys cake#robert laing#robert laing x reader#doctor robert laing#dr robert laing#dr robert laing x reader#dr robert laing my beloved#doctor sexy my beloved#robert laing x y/n#robert laing x you#robert laing imagine
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In Every Life
Summary: Two souls destined for each other, but life has other plans. Will they find each other and have their happy ending?
Part 1 - Thomas Sharpe x Josephine Morrow
Part 2 - Capt James Nicholls x Grace Narracott
Part 3 - Robert Laing x Valerie Hutton
Part 4
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When The World Is Free: Chapter 1 - Sous le ciel de Paris
MASTERPOST | NEXT
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, WW2 AU.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary: Welcome to the start of my new multi-chapter fic based on a request by the lovely @amillcitygirl! Please see the masterpost for a synopsis of this story. Please note that while I do have a plotted outline, I will be posting chapters as I write them, and I expect that process to take quite a few months. Please bear with me! This first chapter sets up the story - reader moving to Paris in the summer of 1939 and bonding with her new flatmate, Eloise Bridgerton. Please note that Benedict won't be turning up for a couple of chapters yet. Thanks to @colettebronte for beta reading. Enjoy! <3
August 1939
Emerging from the underground Trocadero metro stop, you round the corner of the recently completed, gleaming Palais de Chaillot and stop dead in your tracks. There before you is the most iconic landmark of Paris. Perhaps all of France.
La Tour Eiffel.
Breathtaking in its metallic magnificence, glowing in the setting sun. A sight that buoys your travel-weary soul seven days after you left New York: boats and trains finally bringing you to this wondrous spot. A light breeze even dances over your neck in greeting, a balm from the cloying subterranean heat of the metro.
It's a light elbow check to your arm that pulls you back from a state of reverie.
“A beautiful sight, but one you’ll get used to,” your uncle Robert chuckles, shaking your heavy leather case to indicate it's time to move along. “In fact, I've been told you will be able to see it from your appartement…”
He has accompanied you to Paris and will see you settled into your new adventures before continuing on to visit friends in England. He spent the roaring 20s living right here in the 16th arrondissement himself and, indeed, has arranged for you to share living quarters with a young British lady, a relative of his English friends. It's a comfort to know you’ll have at least one English speaker to chat with as you dive headfirst into learning proper French as you go.
Robert leads you away from the amazing sight and into the bustling streets, alive with cars, trams, bicycles and pedestrians buzzing in all directions. It's all at once like New York City, but yet so different as well, cafe terraces filling the wide pavements with all manner of people gathered to sip robust cafe au lait and refreshing limonade.
Within minutes, you are on a quieter side street and stopping outside a handsome honey-coloured stone facade with wrought iron window balconies and window guards, teaming with colourful, fragrant flowering pots. The number 14 gleaming white on a traditional navy blue tile. Your uncle pushes the enormous wooden door open, beckoning you into a cool whitewash wall corridor with mosaic floor tiles.
“Ahhh, Robert!!” a sophisticated middle-aged lady bustles from a nearby doorway and greets your uncle warmly, kissing both cheeks. It would appear they are friends of old.
“Y/n, this is Madam DuLac, your landlady,” he explains as you offer a handshake, admiring her boucle jacket and chic bun.
“Qu’est-ce?” she signals with a good-natured frown, obviously finding your polite greeting lacking, pulling you into a hug and two-cheeked kiss. She smells like Chanel perfume, cigarettes and baked goods. “You are in Paris now, ma chérie; this is how we greet one another,” she counsels in heavily accented but perfect English.
“You speak English?” you sigh, relieved, your French decidedly lacking.
“Bien sûr,” she smiles. “And please call me Solène,” she adds with a friendly smile.
“Eloise should be home from the library maintenant; the perfect time for you to meet,” she gestures towards an elevator cage surrounded by a sweeping grey marble staircase.
“I think I would prefer to take the stairs,” you admit, nerves flaring at the idea of such a contraption.
Your uncle laughs. “Well, I am taking it; I am not hefting this case of yours up five flights of stairs,” he adds dryly as you gaze up the swirling stairwell.
“Five storeys?” you squeak.
“The view is the best from the top,” Solène advises as she rattles back the cage entry and steps in, looking at you expectantly.
Reluctantly, you follow, all three of you and your luggage crammed into the metal cage as it jerks to life and begins its ascent.
“You will get used to it,” Solène smiles as she reads the apprehension on your face, your vice-like grip on your small vanity case and handbag.
Luckily, the lift reaches your destination safely. One shudder before it stops, and the door concertinas back in Solène’s hand to reveal a sweeping hallway with doors left and right.
“Ici,” she signals, the last door on the right-hand side.
But before you can knock, the door peels open, and a pretty, petite brunette jumps in surprise, dropping the book she is holding.
“Pardon,” she offers in perfect accented French, and you wonder for a split second if it is the correct apartment.
“Eloise, this is y/n,” Solène gestures.
“Ohhh, hello,” she grins, and the whiplash back to a plummy British accent is momentarily confusing. “I was about to go read in the courtyard, thought you might not be turning up today. Anyway… come in, come in!”
You shake her proffered hand as she ushers you into the apartment. Instantly, you feel a warmth spreading in your belly, like you have come home. It's light and airy, with large windows looking out across the Parisian rooftops, and yes, to the left is indeed the Eiffel Tower, still gleaming in the fading evening light. But the place also feels homely, that sort of messy that is lived in, comfortable. A large velvet sofa with tumbling stacks of books around it, a little kitchenette awash with colourful enamel cookware, and a jumble of art deco posters and random paintings adorning the walls.
“Solène, I don't suppose you've baked any more of those rather delicious madeleines, have you? To welcome my new housemate?” Eloise pipes up with a chipper, conspiratorial wink your way.
You already like her.
“Effronte!” Solène exclaims with fond exasperation before pausing. “There may be some…”
“I remember those!” your uncle adds with a tinge of nostalgia as he drops your suitcase. “You are in for such a treat, y/n.”
“Well, while our landlady decides if she’s willing to share the treats she has obviously baked but is being coy about…”Eloise raises a pointed eyebrow at the woman before returning to you. “...let me show you your room, then maybe a drink? I'm sure it's been a long journey.”
You nod and, with an exchange of grins, follow her down a corridor. She sweeps open the door to a lovely room, a large double bed with matching bedside tables and a dresser. But best of all, french doors onto a Juliet balcony overlooking a quiet courtyard filled with a riot of birch trees, their leaves gently rustling in the evening breeze.
“Mostly, it’s pesky pigeons down there, but you do get the occasional blackbird singing in the morning,” Eloise smiles as if intuiting your thoughts.
You spend some moments wandering the room and checking out the various fixtures, running idle hands over the furniture, already feeling remarkably at home with your new housemate and, indeed, your new home for the next twelve months.
“I'm just next door,” Eloise reveals, pointing a thumb over her shoulder.
Your uncle appears in the doorway to announce that he and Solène are off to catch up as you unpack and suggests you all reunite for dinner later at a local bistro. It all sounds so very Parisian chic; you cannot wait.
“So tell me about yourself,” Eloise flops onto your bed, already wonderfully casual in your presence, as you open your case and the wardrobe to unpack.
“I’m y/n. I'm from a little town on Long Island called Patchogue, about fifty miles outside New York City. I'm 22…”
“Me too!” she interjects, then signals for you to proceed.
“I wanted to see the world before I settled down. And I’ve dreamed of living in Paris since I was a little girl...” You feel your eyes misting at the fact it's now finally coming true as you continue. “So my parents agreed to pay for me to come to Paris for a year. Under the strict agreement, I get married when I return…”
“You have a fiancé?”
“Yes. Well, sort of. Stanley. We practically grew up together, and we’ve been going steady since we were eighteen.”
“Going steady? That's so American,” Eloise chuckles.
You nod with a giggle, then continue. “He hasn't proposed formally yet, says he is saving up for a ‘real nice’ ring, but it will happen. He is the son of my dad’s business partner. They run a construction company. So, while I'm here, they are building a home for us to live in when I return. We will get married next summer and move right in.”
“You don't mind?” Eloise frowns.
“Don’t mind what?” you query as you hang up your favourite dress.
“That your future is so… plotted out. I couldn't bear the idea. It's why I think my mother let me move to Paris. She was so fed up with me refusing to settle down.” Eloise laughs, idly flicking through the magazine you were reading on your journey.
“I suppose I've never really expected anything else,” you shrug, pausing as you put away your hosiery, but her words make you contemplative. “You don't have a boyfriend back home?”
“God, no. Too many pretty Frenchmen to entertain me here,” she winks. “I’ll introduce you to some, just in case you change your mind,” she breezes, climbing off your bed and drifting to the door. “Wine?”
“Oh… well, why not? When in France, etc,” you agree and close the drawer on the pile of cardigans you have just safely stacked.
“That's the spirit!” she effuses over her shoulder as you follow her back into the living room, the Eiffel Tower still glittering in the dusk.
“This place is so lovely,” you sigh, transfixed by the view as she wanders over and hands you a glass.
“It is a pretty magical view,” she agrees, staring at the skyline with you, watching as each window seems to illuminate in soft yellow with the dying light.
“And the decor, too; I see you love books as much as me,” you smile, tilting your head to the piles before taking a sip of red wine. It's the perfect balance of refreshing, mellow fruitiness and tart tannin coating your tongue, so much better than any wine back home.
“Oh god, yes! I work in the library. I can bring home as many as I want,” she enthuses.
“So, are there actually any left on the shelves?” you jest, lightly, savouring your drink and wandering to take a closer look at a smaller painting that catches your eye. It's very different to all of the others.
“My god, this is beautiful,” you breathe, hugging your wineglass to your chest as you stare transfixed at the art. It appears to be a large country house, probably British, bathed in the warm pinkish light of dawn.
“That's home. Aubrey Hall in Kent. I think the family made me bring it in the hopes it would make me homesick,” Eloise deadpans.
“It’s a wonderful piece,” you breathe, fingers reaching out to lightly trace over the heavily oiled brushstrokes. Something about it is so captivating and intimate.
“I'll be sure to let the artist know,” she smirks. “Although I'm reticent to give him any more praise, seeing as, unfortunately, he is my brother.”
“Your brother painted this?” taken aback by the revelation, assuming it an heirloom.
She nods and comes to stand next to you. “Yup. Benedict. Second eldest. I'm fifth of eight, by the way. Hence ‘E’ for Eloise. It's a thing,” she rolls her eyes.
“Wow. Big family. I just have one brother...”
“Lucky you. Although, as much as he is irritating, if I could only keep one sibling, it probably would be him,” she admits, taking a swig of wine.
“I love art,” you sigh, finally tearing your gaze from the canvas but already knowing it is something you will return to again and again. A pull you can’t quite understand.
“Oh, then I know the perfect job for you! There’s a gallery around the corner from the library, and I saw a sign saying they wanted an English speaker to assist international visitors! You would be perfect!”
“I would love that!” you extol, even as a tiny part of your brain lingers on the idea that it would be too good to be true if it all worked out, that fleeting sense of foreboding in paradise.
“Excellent!” Eloise’s enthusiasm pulls you back to the immediate. “So let’s get your glad rags on! It's time to hit the town for your first night in Paris!”
And thus, you find yourself being bundled back into your room to refresh and change for your first night in the city of your dreams. Indeed, as you find yourself being led by Eloise, arm looped in yours, through the bustling evening streets to a little bistro, your uncle and Solène already waiting at a table with smiling faces and drinks in hand, you can't help but feel this really is the only place in the world you could ever want to be…
Your adventure is just beginning.
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fateful favors [kinktober 2023: love bites]
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Summary: What started as a plan to join your sister at a tenant party in your new apartment building takes a trajectory you didn't expect when you discover she's arranged for someone to keep you company tonight
Pairing: Robert Laing x Reader
Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, you know the drill and i am not the one); public sex; unprotected p in v; vaginal fingering; language; Wilder (yes he's a warning as he should be); mentions of alcohol consumption; slightest lil angst towards the end [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: Reader is Charlotte's sister
"Charlotte I cannot believe you," you groaned as you paced your sister's swanky high-rise apartment, the clacking from her stilettos on your feet echoing with every step. "I thought the point of asking me to go with you to this forsaken party was so that you didn't have to ward off that creeper five floors below you and now you're telling me that you commissioned one of your former flings in this building to what? Babysit me?"
"Please, you should know me to be better than that, Y/N. I'm just trying to make sure that you'll be safe. Wilder has a more…ruthless tendency especially with new faces in these notorious parties with the rest of the tenants." She walked up behind you and helped zip up the rest of your dress, the top half now secure. "And he is not a former fling, he's a friend. Believe it or not, I do happen to have a few now."
"Right, sure." You scoffed at her description. "A friend you definitely shagged or else you wouldn't have described him as the biggest in the high rise." You waved your hands in her direction as if to say 'tell me I'm wrong' when your words put a bashful expression on her face. "Now this poor guy gets hired to be a glorified bodyguard against horny bastards when the point was that we stick together so that--ohh fucking Christ, that's it isn't it? You got him to babysit me because you're planning on hooking up with someone at this party!"
"I wouldn't use the term 'hired'," a new voice spoke from the doorway. "That would imply that payment will be involved."
When your eyes landed on the source of the new voice your jaw hit the floor.
The man wore a well-fitting suit that accentuated a clearly lean and muscular physique, the upper half of his white button-up shirt practically fighting for its life as it stretched across his chest. His trousers clinging just the right amount to sculpted thighs and highlighted exactly what your sister meant by the biggest in the high-rise.
He walked towards you with strides that you could imagine a wolf would take as it stalked its prey. With eyes dead set on its target with full intent to devour once the distance was crossed.
"And with someone as striking as yourself, I would hardly call it a hardship to keep you company tonight.” He brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles. "Doctor Robert Laing. I live two floors below."
Pick your jaw up off the floor, you hissed at yourself. "I'm uhm…Y/N. Just Y/N," you stammered, trying your damnedest to fight back the thrill that shot up your arm and made a bee line for between your legs at the feel of his lips on your skin. He's probably the most pro of the pros when it comes to getting knickers wet, Y/N, do not fucking fall for it.
He repeated your name slowly, as if he was rolling around each syllable on his tongue, all the while he still held your hand in his absurdly larger one. "Lovely to make your acquaintance. Shall we all head upstairs, then?" You could only manage to nod under his intense oceanic gaze, absolutely dumbfounded as he laced his fingers between yours and led you to the elevators.
You threw your sister a quick look in passing, mouthing 'Oh my God! To which she only gave you a knowing look as she nodded, mouthing back something that seemed like 'Have fun'.
When Charlotte invited you to a tenant party at the 29th floor, this was most definitely not what you were expecting. The party had extended well beyond the constraints of the host's apartment and bled into the hallway leading to its front door, the entire floor already beginning to give off the faint smell of liquor and sex. Some of the guests had paired off and were in various states of undress, pawing at each other and well on their way to becoming fully disrobed right there in the corridor.
The inside was much more scandalous, sounds of grunting and obscene moans coming from the bedroom inside, door wide open as if they were inviting the other guests to stand and watch. Or join in.
You and Laing found a spot to sit in that kept a bit of distance from the fornication, him genuinely seeming interested in your work and the events that led you to the high-rise in the first place. About how long you'd be staying in the city and if you'd already gotten to know the lay of the land where the building's amenities were concerned, offering to show you around in the weekend if you were still here.
Much as you wanted to buy into the notion that someone that was so obviously out of your league was interested in getting to know you, you couldn't help the thought that perhaps he was just investing this much effort into this to try and rekindle something with your sister. The thought wasn't completely unfounded, considering Charlotte's history with having former flings going absolutely astonishing lengths to get into contact with her again to this day for her to direct her attentions their way again. And Robert Laing might be someone that the women in the party looked to and regarded as if he was some sort of sex god with the outright lust on their faces whenever they snuck a glance his way, but he was still a man, after all.
And with the way she was describing him to you earlier, she'd definitely entertained the thought of a repeat performance with him at least thrice. Probably still had the notion on the back burner of her mind even as she chatted it up with another attendee, yet another shockingly tall head turner in a black suit that looked tailored within an inch of its life and slicked back onyx curls with a look on his face that did more than enough to tell you she wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight.
The feel of Laing's hand on yours snapped you out of your thoughts, fingers deftly taking away the empty cup that you'd been picking at with your nails for the last few minutes. "I'll just go get us some fresh drinks. I won't be two minutes." You gave him a nod with a well-practiced smile, his words ringing a little too familiar and conjuring memories of gatherings much like this one sans the public displays of lasciviousness that you'd once attended with Charlotte where the sorry chap that had to accompany you would say nearly those exact words and that would be the last you'd hear from them.
It was a song and dance you were all too familiar with. And after repeat offenses you'd grown numb to it, expecting it, even.
What you weren't expecting was the sharp look that Laing had thrown somewhere behind your shoulder before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Save my seat, darling."
All you could say in response was a stupefied, "Sure."
Not even half a minute after he stepped away someone approached you, positioning himself behind where you were seated on the sofa, denim-clad thigh dangerously close to your shoulder. "Never seen your pretty face at one of these events. Are you new to the building, luv?"
You looked at the man that approached you, the stench of nicotine, alcohol, and lust coming off him in waves. He looked like one of those 'adult film' stars that you'd often find in the tapes that various exes had had hidden away. The man they dreamed of becoming so that they could rut into women that looked like your sister with reckless abandon and get paid for doing a shit job.
"I am." You kept your answer terse. Clipped. You'd dealt with men like this before, and for the most part all they wanted was for you to steer them Charlotte's way. Once they realized how guarded you were they'd leave you well enough alone.
"Smashing," he slurred, shifting his stance until he rested his elbows on the back of the couch, a little more eye level with you and now you could see the dangerous predatory gleam in his eyes. You recognized this look, too. Someone who took rejection one too many times and now he would just let the words roll off his back and take what he wanted anyway.
Someone you should run away from as fast as you humanly could in these god awful heels that Charlotte practically shoved you into. Or maybe if desperate times really do call for desperate measures I could drive the heel through his neck, you pondered quietly.
And despite knowing that he wasn't coming back, you found yourself hoping that Laing would pop up and offer some form of backup in case your hunch about this leering imposing guest was correct.
"The name's Richard Wilder," he said incoherently, a thick meaty hand sneakily trying to move across your shoulder to play with the strap holding your dress up and keeping you relatively decent compared to majority of the party. "Perhaps we can go find a corner somewhere and…get to know each other a little better."
You could feel your stomach recoil in disgust at the implication, partnered with the way a finger had worked its way under your dress strap and he was already leaning in closer and closer, the stench of the cigarettes and alcohol invading your space and searing the path from your nostrils to your brain. "I'm already here with someone," you managed to choke out as you struggled not to take a breath. The lie felt heavy on your tongue, but you wielded it regardless like a makeshift weapon that could maybe ward him off if you said it convincingly enough. "He should be back any second."
Wilder let out a scoffing laugh, his breath on a mission to sever your sense of smell within the next sixty seconds. "Who? Laing? Sweet thing you really are new here. That man's fucked his way through this building and back. You'll be lucky if he remembers your name come Saturday." He shifted even closer to you, pressing his nose into your hair and inhaling like a drug sniffing canine on a mission. "I reckon he's shriveled up down there from getting it wet all the fucking time--"
"Well I always say better shriveled than dry," you shot back, your mouth somehow having lost its filter as the alcohol kicked in and melted away your inhibitions. "You're so obviously bitter over that fact I can taste your jealousy when you exhale. Now please, get gone and find someone else to torment. Or better yet, you could go home and get ahead of that absolute banger of a hangover you'll have in the morning and start sleeping it off."
"Hmmm…bed. Now that is an excellent idea." He moved his hand down your arm until his fingers hooked around your elbow, trying to pull you up to your feet. "Come on, luv. I can make you feel so good you won't ever let me leave your bed even when my wife's knocking down your door with a fuckin' butcher's knife."
"Fucking hell, you're married? You're married and you're still looking for someone to warm your miserable dry cock?" The disgust was already causing your stomach to coil up, the urge to just take off one of your borrowed heels and jam it into the arm that was holding you in place becoming more and more tempting with each passing second. You scanned the room to see if you could discern which of the other guests was the unlucky bastard's wife, finding a heavily pregnant woman seated near the singular exit out into the hall with sad eyes and a scowl on her face as she eyed the man with a sloppy grip on you. "You're vile, Wilder. Go home to your wife and actually try to be a decent human if being a decent husband is too tall of an order for your miserable arse."
He looked as if you'd slapped him clean across the face. "You mouthy little slut where do you get off speaking to me like this?" He pulled on you harder, knocking you off balance and having you struggle to keep from him pulling you over and across the couch. "Don't fight it, little slut. I'll take you somewhere you can put that glib little mouth of yours to good use. Maybe if you're a good girl I'll even let you cum tonight--"
"Wilder get your paws off my date. Now." You could feel the coiling tension in your stomach begin to relax at the sound of Laing's voice over the speakers, an arm wrapping around your waist delicately while the other clamped around Wilder's wrist in a vice grip. "While I still have the inclination to ask nicely."
The burly man released you from his hold, raising his hands in the air with a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You probably weren't even worth the effort anyway," were his last words before he walked away, setting his sights on another woman and approaching her, a similar look of apprehensive disgust on the woman's face as he no doubt singed her nose hairs with his smell of sweat and cigarettes as he had done you just minutes ago.
"Come on, darling," Laing whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, slowly leading you toward the balcony, the fresh air making you gasp desperately for your next breaths as if you were trying to clear the outright disgust from your encounter out of your lungs. He kept his hold loose on you as you relaxed against the wall, his forehead pressed lightly against yours while he guided you through deep breaths, his woodsy citrusy scent helping to calm you even more. "I shouldn't have left you alone with him on the prowl. I'm so sorry, Y/N."
"Hey don't be so hard on yourself I'm honestly surprised you came back in the first place," you answered back, still slightly feeling the effects of the alcohol on you. "It's alright, really--"
Before you could tell him he could be done with his favor to Charlotte and you'd just go home and sleep off your adrenaline from your unfortunate run in, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss. The thrill you felt earlier tonight from him kissing your hand had nothing on how his mouth on yours ignited a flame that quicly spread through your whole body, making your knees buckle as he pressed harder against you, his fingers weaving into your hair as his other arm wrapped around you while he worked his thigh between your legs.
"People like him don't particularly like hearing the word 'no'."
His words were fraught with meaning, like he was giving you a warning of what could befall you if you ever found yourself alone with him again. The mere thought of what could have happened if Laing didn't come around when he did and Wilder succeeded in dragging you off somewhere had you going frigid where you stood.
"Don't trouble yourself, sweet girl." He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, kissing a trail to your neck. "You'll find soon enough that this place will set things right sooner or later. He'll get what he deserves eventually without any intervention from us. Until that day comes I'll do what I can. Make sure no harm comes to you." You let out a sharp moan of his name when his lips glided across your skin in an open-mouthed kiss, feeling your body grow weak when you felt his tongue lick at your skin. "The best way to do that is to make sure he sees you're spoken for." He kissed his way up to your mouth again, both of you groaning into each other's mouths when his tongue slid past your lips and tangled with your own. "Make him see that you're mine."
"Am I, though?" You cursed your filterless mouth for letting the question leave your lips.
"If you want to be," he shot back with a boyish smile, pressing another kiss to your lips, lightly nipping at your bottom lip. "For the illusion. For the night. For longer. Whichever you choose."
You felt overwhelmed with emotions, but part of you felt inclined to trust in his words that things would be set right soon enough, the conviction in his tone reassuring you and allowing your mind to focus on the fire that was spreading throughout your entire body. The only response you could give him was a little nod before he gave you a devilish smirk and pressed harder against you, his hand sliding down your torso and working its way under your dress.
"Oh sweet girl," he cooed when his fingers slid up the inside of your thigh, coming into contact with the slick fabric of your panties. "Tell me this is for me. Make my night, I beg of you."
He traced up the length of your slit with the tips of his fingers, applying just the slightest bit of pressure when he reached your clit, circling the hardening nub with expert precision and coaxing an answer from you. "Who else…would it be for?" you gasped, arching against him and letting out a moan drowned out by the party going on mere feet away from you.
Your arched back gave him the chance to wrap his free arm around you and pull you flush against him, kissing a trail from your lips down your neck and stopping at the base of your throat, biting and sucking a bruise into the skin. "You'll have to watch your words, darling. You're making it quite difficult to be gentle with you."
Those last words had you throwing all your inhibitions into the wind. "Then don't be. You said you wanted them to see that I'm yours if I wanted to be?" You pulled him by the lapels of his coat into a searing kiss, catching you both by surprise. "I want to be. Kiss me, fuck me, do what you want with me. Show them. Make them all see that I'm yours."
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans into his coat as he pulled the fabric of your panties to the side and slid two sinfully long fingers inside of you, twisting and scissoring at your walls readying you for him.
"Look at me, sweet girl," he growled, pressing you flat against the wall and lightly grasping your chin with his free hand. The sight of his stormy gaze becoming near black from his dilated pupils stole your breath away.
He curled his fingers upwards, finding a spot that made you completely delirious that your thoughts swirled in your head. The only thought that remained, the only one that mattered, was Laing. And the absolute devastation he was about to put you through.
His free hand slid down the side of your body, grabbing your leg and hoisting it up to wrap around his waist, opening you up even more for him and pressing your bodies closer together. The thumping music from the party was overpowered by your heart furiously pulsing in your ears, a knot tightening more and more with every sensuous stroke of his fingers at that tender spot inside you.
"Come for me, little temptress," he grunted, his breath hot against your skin as he rested his forehead against yours, giving you a knowing smile before lightly rubbing tight circles against your clit with his thumb, eliciting a scream of his name that had a handful of people diverting their attention to what was transpiring between you and the building's resident doctor out here in the balcony. You could still feel your walls clenching and spasming even after he'd pulled his fingers from you.
The air left your lungs when he wrapped his hand around your other leg and your feet left the ground before he moved you away from the wall. "What--" Your words died in a high-pitched whine when your back made contact with the cold surface of the table, the sight of Laing standing over you and unbuckling his belt kicking your racing heart into overdrive.
"I think they all need a touch more convincing," he told you, a devilish grin spread across his face as he lined himself up at your entrance and sliding to the hilt inside of you in a single thrust. Watching him throw his head back, neck muscles tense as he let out a moan of pure decadence would be a memory that might stay with you for decades to come. "F-fuck, it's like I was made for you, sweet girl."
He set a steady pace, both of you moaning and screaming into the night every time your hips came together. But what had your mind swimming was the way he lifted your leg and positioned it so that your ankle rested on his shoulder, turning his head to press a tender kiss to the reddening strip of skin caused by the strap of your shoe. The tenderness of the action in stark contrast with the way he rocked his hips into yours making you whine and moan his name like a wolf in heat.
His other hand moved up the side of your body, fingers running along the slit opening at the cleavage of your dress. "May I?"
Your lack of filter once again had you cursing yourself. "You're already inside me, are you really asking permission to touch my tits?" He gave you that boyish smile again as you nodded your assent, his hand quickly working its way under the fabric to move the breezy fabric aside and expose your breast to the cold night air.
Near-obsidian eyes roamed your body laid out on the table before him, from the lustful expression on your face down to where your bodies were connected, the doctor biting his lip before leaning down to slant his mouth over hours in a frenzied kiss, your tongues tangling together as you buried your fingers in his hair. The slightest pull at his short curls had him growling against your mouth before he broke the kiss, making his way down to take your nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth ever so slightly against the pebbled skin and making you release your hold on him when your eyes rolled back from the sheer ecstasy of it all.
When his thrusts became erratic you felt his hand at the swollen nub above your entrance, you let out a scream of his name as your climaxes overtook you both. You didn't know what came over you when you bit into his neck as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, but he took it as a cue to sink his teeth into the swell of your breast, both of you surely leaving a mark on each other that would stay for at least the next couple of days.
"There's no way I'm letting you drive home after this," he said softly once he caught his breath, pressing soft kisses to your cheek and temple while you were still trying to ground yourself. "Please let me escort you back to your place."
"Don't worry there won't be any driving required," you answered him, your mind still in a haze. "Just a walk to the elevator. 25C."
"Is that so?" You only nodded at him, giving him a fully sated smile as he moved the fabric of your dress to cover you again before tucking himself back into his trousers. He held your hand as he helped you off the table, pulling you into his arms again as soon as you were back on your feet to capture your lips in a tender kiss. "Well in that case…hello, neighbor."
This wasn't how you expected your night to end when you woke up this morning to Charlotte ceaselessly banging on the door to the apartment you'd just moved in to, practically begging you to go to the tenant party to both accompany her and celebrate your new home and the fact that you now lived so close to each other. You were more than ready to have ended the night with aching feet, slightly buzzed, and alone in bed. As you always did.
You didn't expect it to end feeling near boneless after spending the last few hours with the man that had initially been your companion for said party as a favor to your sister, bodies slick with sweat and without a stitch of clothing separating you. Coherent thoughts had ceased to form the second you two stepped foot into your apartment and he immediately hoisted you into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, and he brought you to orgasm so many times you lost count.
There was an air of utterly sexed out bliss that surrounded you that only shattered when both your labored breathing had evened out, and he pressed a kiss to your collarbone and spoke again. "I believe this is where we part ways, sweet girl."
Would it be entirely too dramatic if you said you felt your heart splinter at his words? Probably. But in the moment, that was how it felt. Like a rug had been pulled out from under your feet and you were immediately dropped from a vibrant fantasy world and straight back to the bleak reality that was your day to day.
"Should've known this was coming," you scoffed out, propping yourself up on your elbows as he pulled away, unable to hide the sting of disappointment playing at your features. "Should be used to it by now I really don't know why I even thought you'd be different, but fuck it. That's on me--"
"Wait, Y/N stop. Did…did you think I was about to leave because--"
"You got what you wanted. Fucked the new girl, novelty's gone, probably realized my sister's better, really I'm used to the song and dance. So really, everything's fine. Go. I'm a big girl, I'm not about to cry and moan about it." If only you could have fought against the tears that were stinging at the back of your eyes so you could actually sell the pitch.
"And here I thought you were about to kick me out of bed so I was just beating you to the punch. Leave with a shred of dignity, you know?"
His muttered words felt like ice water washing over your entire body, immediately reaching for him in the relative darkness of the bedroom, your fingertips tracing the marblesque features of his face as you touched your nose to his. "Who would ever be stupid enough to kick you out of bed?"
Your breath hitched when his fingers curled at the curve of your waist, his thumb stroking your skin and lightly brushing the underside of your breast. "If you say you don't want me to go then--"
"Stay." The word came out all too quickly, making you bite the inside of your cheek from how desperate you saw yourself the second you said it. No taking it back, now, you inwardly hissed. Fucking pathetic. "I--I mean only if you want to, if you don't really no harm no foul just pretend I didn't say anything--"
The rest of your words died in a surprised little squeak when he cut you off with a kiss, wrapping his arm around you and maneuvering you so that your back was once again laid flat on the mattress. "I want to," he sighed against your lips.
You two had settled into the center of the bed, your head resting on his shoulder while his fingertips traced down the length of your arm. "For longer," you blurted out, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw.
"For longer what, sweetheart?"
The endearment slipping from his lips had your heart doing backflips in your chest. "You said something earlier about being yours if I wanted. For tonight or for longer. There's my answer. For longer."
The smile he gave you somehow shone brilliantly despite the dim lighting of your bedroom, with only the moon providing even the smallest glimmer of light. "You might reconsider that answer once I subject you to my cooking in the morning, darling."
"Well, nobody's perfect, Doctor Laing, but I won't hold that against you."
A/N: Welcome to Kinktober, everybody! I'm a couple days late because I literally just finished banging out (pun absolutely fully intended) the smut scene minutes before posting this. Like I mentioned before, I'm hoping to do 5 stories as an initial goal but I have 15 planned out. Anything that I don't end up making in October will still be made somewhere down the line, it's just gonna move down the priority ladder.
It has been a long while since I wrote smut, so please be gentle, I feel like I am babey again with how rusty I am. And also it's the first time I'm writing Laing so also…be gentle.
I'm already working on the next story which will be 'bath/shower' with an older Magnus Martinsson, so hopefully that'll be reaching your dashes in the next few days 🫡
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Just You Wait
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus size!Reader
Summary: Big girl, giant man, perfect pair.
Warnings: RPF. An insane amount of smut: Size kink, praise kink, dom/sub vibes, Oral (M/F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), face sitting, orgasm denial, light choking, spanking. Use of pet names (darling, baby, love). Cursing.
A/N: My first RPF and I feel kinda weird about it, but this man has been living in my brain rent-free for days and I couldn't help myself.
When you first met Henry Cavill, you almost had a heart attack. The man was even more deliciously gorgeous in person than you could have ever imagined. You felt like you had absolutely no right to even be looking at this man, let alone meeting him. It was pretty much the luckiest day of your life, all thanks to your childhood best friend, Chris Evans. Chris was a couple years older than you, but you were born and raised in the same town, family friends since before you were even born.
On this particular evening, Chris had dragged you along with him to an A-list holiday party, insisting that he didn’t want to go alone. You weren’t exactly a party person, but you’d just moved to LA and didn’t really know anyone. So when Chris begged you to come with him, you figured it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe you’d even meet a couple people, make some friends and whatnot. You did not, however, expect to meet the single most beautiful man on planet earth. A man that you’d had a crush on from the very first time you saw him on the TV show The Tudors.
Chris knew you had a massive crush on Henry, and if his expression was anything to go by, he also knew that Henry would be at this party.
“Christopher Robert Evans, if you did this on purpose, I swear to god—” you started.
“Do what?” he asked, feigning innocence.
Just as you were about to verbally assault him, you heard a delicious English accent from directly behind you.
“Hey, Evans, good to see you again.”
You turned around and found yourself face-to-face with Henry Freaking Cavill. You stared at him like a guppy fish, mouth opening and closing, no words coming out.
Chris pulled the larger man into a bro hug. “Always good to see you, man.” He turned to you, clearly intent on introducing you. “This is my best friend, (Y/N). She just moved to LA.”
Henry looked you up and down, eyes moving salaciously slowly. You silently begged the floor to open up and swallow you whole. Unfortunately for you, the floor remained completely solid.
Henry offered you a warm smile and extended his hand to take yours. When you placed your own hand in his, instead of shaking it, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to it.
You almost died right then and there. If it weren’t for Chris, you probably would have just stood there in awkward silence for the rest of time. Chris elbowed you in the side and you yelped in surprise. He gave you a look and you immediately cleared your throat.
“Sorry, um—hi.” You literally couldn’t have sounded more like an idiot if you tried.
To your surprise, Henry just smiled at you. He seemed almost…intrigued, by your awkwardness. “It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).”
You nodded and Chris cleared his throat again. “I swear I’m not normally this awkward,” you mumbled.
Chris and Henry both laughed. “I can confirm that. She’s actually usually the life of the party.”
You rolled your eyes. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Well, I think you’re positively charming,” Henry replied.
You nearly choked on your own saliva. The mere idea that Henry could have found you charming was actually laughable.
Chris slid his arm around you and gave your shoulders a squeeze. “She’s the most charming person I know.”
You recognized the teasing tone in Chris’s voice, but Henry clearly didn’t know him as well as you did. “Oh,” he said in surprise. “Are you two, a—uh—couple?”
You laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe. “Dear god, no,” you managed between fits of laughter.
Chris was laughing too, but he smacked you on the arm when you didn’t stop laughing. “Laughing hard enough there, (Y/N/N)? I’m not that terrible, ya know.”
“Oh you know that’s not what I meant, it’s just…I know you waaaay too well to ever date you.”
Chris grinned ear to ear. “You know me too well, period.”
Henry looked back and forth between the two of you before shaking his head with a chuckle. “I can see why you like her, Evans, even if it’s only in a friendly way.”
“Strictly platonic,” Chris said. “She’s completely available!”
“Christopher!” you hissed in embarrassment.
“What? It’s true,” he insisted with a shrug.
You groaned under your breath, but your mood changed instantly when Henry said gently, “I’m also completely available.”
“How is that even physically possible?” you asked before your better judgment could stop you.
Henry grinned teasingly. “Whatever do you mean?”
Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck. “I—umm—well…have you seen a mirror lately?” you squeaked out.
Chris was desperately trying to control his laughter, his face twitching slightly as the mask began to slip.
Henry simply smirked. “Are you saying I’m attractive?” he teased.
You figured you couldn’t get any more awkward, so you might as well go all in. “Easily the sexiest man alive.”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Chris interjected. “Pretty sure that’s my title.”
“This year,” you teased. “Perhaps Henry will win it next year.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “I just want it to be very clear that I held it first.”
His tone was light and joking, and it made you laugh. Henry’s eyes were watching you, the beautiful blue orbs incredibly intense.
“It’s much more of a compliment coming from you than any sort of public voting poll,” Henry said warmly, a teasing tone in his voice.
Your eyes widened slightly. “Technically, I’ve personally voted you sexiest man in the universe at least twice.”
Henry laughed loudly, the sound warm and sweet. “Now that’s a title I can get behind.”
“You can get behind me,” you mumbled under your breath.
“Sorry, love, what was that?” Henry asked.
You felt your cheeks heat up immediately. You hadn’t intended for anyone to hear what you said, hell you hadn’t really intended to say it out loud at all. “Um—I—uh.”
Henry leaned forward conspiratorially and whispered in your ear, low enough that only you could hear him. “I would be more than happy to, darling. If that’s something you really want.”
He pulled back from you, giving you a wink. You stood there, rooted to the spot, jaw practically on the floor.
Chris seemed to sense the change in the mood and slowly backed away. “I’m gonna go do something, uh, somewhere else.” He disappeared into the crowd of people filling the room.
Your heart was beating so loudly that you were pretty sure Henry could hear it. Your breathing was shallow and rapid and you could feel heat pooling in your lower body.
“So? Is that something you want?” Henry asked you again, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
You nodded your head rapidly, not trusting your voice in the moment.
Henry leaned forward, large body towering over you. “I need to hear you say it, beautiful.”
“Yes, please,” you whispered.
He smiled warmly and took your hand. “Come with me.”
You followed along behind Henry, unsure of where exactly this was heading. He guided you up the stairs of the beautiful mansion, escorting you quickly to the nearest empty bedroom. The moment you were inside, he shut the door and locked it. You could still hear the music playing downstairs, but you were completely and utterly alone with the man you’d fantasized about for years.
“I have to know, (Y/N), how long have you wanted me?”
You gulped, feeling so incredibly small under his intense gaze. “Years,” you whispered honestly.
Henry groaned audibly. “I wish Chris had introduced us sooner. You’re gorgeous and I’m quite certain you’ll taste delicious.” He took a step towards you, eyes filled with desire.
“Really?” you whimpered softly.
“Oh sweet girl, I wanted you the moment I saw you. I said hi to Chris in hopes that he would introduce me to you.”
Surprise lit up your pretty face. You’d been a bigger girl most of your life, puberty slamming into you like a fucking freight train. You had large breasts, a round butt, wide hips, thick thighs, and a soft belly. Henry was the polar-opposite in every possible way. His entire body was covered in muscles, strong and sturdy. You were much shorter than him, and despite your curvy body, he was so much larger than you. The mere size difference between the two of you made you wet. Desire pooled in your belly and you found yourself wanting to be used by this man in every possible way.
You licked your lips and looked up at him, trying to determine exactly what type of man he would be in the bedroom. You knew exactly what you liked and you silently prayed that he would oblige you. “What do you want me to do, sir?” you asked in your most submissive voice.
“Fuuuuck,” Henry groaned. His body immediately responds to you, cock hardening in his already tight pants. “Come here, pretty girl.”
You move to stand directly in front of him and he grabbed your hips to pull you flush against his body before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss started gentle enough, but quickly turned into a deeper, more passionate one. You could feel Henry’s hard length against your abdomen, and his hands tangled into your hair, tugging lightly. You moaned against his lips, unintentionally inviting his tongue to enter your mouth.
His tongue immediately asserted dominance over yours, everything about him deliciously predatory. Even the way he held your body against his reminded you that you were completely at his mercy. There was no place you’d rather be.
When Henry finally allowed you to pull away to breathe, you gulped air down as quickly as possible, desperate to feel his lips against yours again.
“Can you take your clothes off for me, darling?” he asked softly.
You nodded your head, but your self-consciousness about your body started to rear its ugly head. You started to take off your pants, feeling less uncomfortable with him seeing your lower body than your torso.
Henry watched your movements hungrily. He was desperate to touch every single inch of your body, but he knew he needed to be patient. He was enjoying watching you strip too much to stop you.
When your pants were lying on the floor of the room, you started to remove your shirt, but stopped just before lifting it to reveal your stomach. You took a deep breath before quickly removing the shirt completely. Your arms immediately moved to cover your stomach, as if on instinct.
Henry was trying to appreciate your beautiful form and was annoyed when you put your arms in the way, hiding yourself. He was about to correct you when he looked at your face and realized the truth.
He took a step towards you and laid a large hand on your arm. “Don’t hide yourself darling. I want to see every single inch of you.”
You swallowed thickly, but allowed him to peel your arms away from your body, giving him a full view of your scantily clad form.
He groaned softly, eyes raking over your body. “I’ve never seen someone so beautiful,” he whispered reverently.
“Thank you,” you murmured.
“Now, how about you let me take off that pretty bra?”
“Please,” you whispered.
The moment he got a full view of your breasts, he inhaled sharply. Normally, he would have asked first, or at least taken his time with you, but he couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.
Henry seemed to realize that he might have moved too quickly and immediately removed his lips from your breast. “Sorry, darling. I should have asked first.”
“It’s quite fine,” you murmured. “You’re in charge, sir.”
The use of the title made his body shiver involuntarily. “That’s my good girl.”
You gasped and pressed your hips against him, the praise clearly going straight to your core.
Henry obviously noticed too. “You like that don’t you? When I tell you you’re a good girl?”
You nodded quickly.
“Darling,” he said in a warning tone.
“Yes, sir,” you said hastily.
“Much better.” His lips attached to your breasts again, hands sliding up your body to assist his mouth in pleasuring you. He took his time, enjoying the sweet little sounds you were making.
Your moans turned into soft whimpers of desire. You needed more, desperate to feel his touch on every part of you.
Henry seemed to sense your need and he lifted his mouth off of you. “You need more, baby?” he asked softly.
“Please, sir. I need you.”
“Well how could I deny such a sweet request?” Henry took a step away from you and directed you to sit down on the edge of the bed. “Watch me,” he said firmly as he began to remove his clothes.
Each movement was painfully slow and you wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him so badly that you almost jumped out of your own skin. Henry knew exactly what he was doing to you and damnit if it didn’t turn you on even more.
When Henry unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his body, you nearly passed out. “Holy shit,” you murmured.
He grinned, practically preening under your appreciative gaze. He removed his pants much more quickly than he had his shirt, his own desperation controlling his actions. He tugged his boxer briefs down, his massive cock standing tall, begging for attention.
If you thought he looked good before, there weren’t even words for how incredible he looked completely naked like this. Every inch of his body was hard and chiseled, and you felt an intense desire to touch him.
Without a single thought, you dropped to your knees in front of him, mouth mere inches from his hard length. You looked up at him, eyes begging him for permission.
He looked down at you with a dark expression. “Open your mouth for me, love.”
You immediately did as he asked, mouth parting for him, tongue ready to taste him.
He slipped the head of his cock between your lips with a groan. “Can I fuck your pretty little mouth, darling?”
You pulled back slightly. “Henry, I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Stop asking me for permission, you already have it.”
He raised his eyebrows, a small smirk playing on his lips. “As you wish.”
The moment the words left his lips, he was grabbing your hair and thrusting his cock into your mouth so deeply you gagged. You dug your nails into his thighs and pulled him even closer, letting him know you liked it.
Henry let go of any sort of inhibition he may have had and began fucking your mouth relentlessly. Every single thrust hit the back of your throat, and within seconds you were a drooling, whimpering mess.
“Fuck, baby, feels so good. Doing so well for me.”
You moaned as loudly as you could, the vibrations reverberating through his cock.
“Shit,” he groaned as his thrusts became more frantic. “Gonna cum, baby.”
You tightened your throat around his cock and his hips bucked as he came in your mouth, seed spilling down your throat. He pulled out and pulled you up off the floor, gently cleaning your face, wiping the saliva and tears from it. “Loose the panties, sweetheart,” he said softly before climbing on the bed.
You did as he asked before climbing onto the bed with him. He beckoned you closer, pulling you up to straddle his chest the moment your body was within reach.
“Sir?” you asked in confusion.
“Come up here, baby. Wanna taste you.”
There is absolutely no way that he meant what you think he meant…you were much too big for that.
As if he read your mind, he dug his large fingers into the flesh of your hips. “Get up here, now.” His voice and expression practically dripped with dominance and it was extremely hard for you to resist him.
“But—I, um—I don’t wanna hurt you,” you mumbled.
Henry sat up slightly, large hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to look directly at him. “I could pick you up and toss you around if I felt like it, baby. You’re not going to hurt me or smother me or whatever other nonsense you’re thinking.”
Your eyes widened, pussy clenching at the mere thought of him tossing you around like a ragdoll.
Henry seemed to notice and he shot you a little grin. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna talk about that later, but right now, I want to eat that little pussy until you can’t breathe.”
You couldn’t deny that it sounded incredible, so you started to crawl up his body until your pussy hovered directly over his mouth. Henry dug his fingers into your thighs, pulling you down against his mouth, holding you tightly.
His tongue darted out to taste you and he moaned loudly. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned into you. He started to lick and suck at your pussy, skills clearly evident.
You cried out loudly as he ate you with abandon. You started to ride his face slowly without even realizing it. The moment your hips started to move, Henry gripped them and started to guide you gently, helping you reach your high more quickly.
“Oh god, please,” you whimpered. Your legs were already shaking and you could feel your impending orgasm ready to rip through you. “Please, I—I’m so close.”
Henry loved the sound of you begging for him. He couldn’t speak without stopping what he was doing, so instead he moaned against your core as his tongue assaulted your clit.
The vibrations from his moan mixed with his current actions, quickly pushed you straight over the edge. In the heat of the intensity of your orgasm, you cried out his name.
Henry helped you through your high before gently lifting you off his face and onto the bed beside him. The fact that he did so with almost no effort was a massive turn-on.
Henry immediately rolled on top of you, hovering over your body, arms caging you in place. “You tasted even better than I imagined,” he whispered into your skin as he kissed your neck.
You sighed softly, loving the way his lips felt against your skin.
“But you made a big mistake, darling.” His voice was dark and he bit your shoulder gently.
“I—I did?”
“What did you call me when you came, baby?”
You quickly realized your mistake and hastily apologized. “I’m so sorry, sir. I—I didn’t mean to. I was just—you were so good—and I—”
His teeth nipped at your pulse point, effectively silencing your stuttered apology. “I know you’re sorry, love, but unfortunately your bad behavior must be punished.”
Your body immediately responds to the threat of punishment, fluid dripping from your core as a shudder raked through your body. Neither of which went unnoticed by Henry. He grinned devilishly, knowing you were so wanting and willing.
Henry’s cock was hard again and pressing against your core. You whimpered slightly and he looked at your face. Seeing worry in your eyes, Henry’s expression softened. “I’ll go slow, darling.”
You nodded. “Okay.”
“Hey,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ve got you, okay?”
You nodded again. “I just haven’t—umm—haven’t had anyone that big before.”
Henry smirked, eyes filling with lust. “Yeah? Never had a big thick cock in your sweet little pussy before?”
Your eyes widened, clearly enjoying the dirty talk. “No, sir.”
He groaned, the head of his cock pressing between your folds. You gasped as he slowly began to enter you. The intensity of the stretch was almost unbearable. Henry paid close attention to your face as he continued to push into you, making sure you weren’t in too much pain. He knew there was nothing he could do to prevent some pain, but he would be damned if he hurt you more than was necessary. “You with me, pretty girl?”
“Ye—yes, sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” He pushed even farther into you, almost bottoming out. “You’re taking me so well. Just a little more.”
You clung to Henry’s shoulders as he fully sheathed himself inside of you, going still to allow you time to adjust. You had never in all your life felt so incredible and the man hadn’t even moved yet. Your pussy was stretched deliciously and so full of him, and you loved it.
“Hen—sir, please move, please.”
Henry decided to ignore your near-mistake since you corrected it so quickly. Instead, he obliged your request, hips almost immediately setting a brutal pace.
“Oh—god—” you moaned loudly, words barely able to form in your mouth.
“Fuck, darling, this pussy is so tight. Made for me,” Henry groaned out as he fucked you harshly.
You could already feel an orgasm building within you and Henry seemed to notice it almost immediately.
“You’re close aren’t you, baby?” he grunted.
You nodded rapidly.
“Don’t cum until I give you permission. Understand?”
You looked upset, but nodded again.
Henry grabbed your jaw harshly, forcing you to look at him. “Words, love.”
“I understand, sir.”
“Good girl.” Henry’s agile fingers quickly found your clit and began to gently rub it in exactly the way you liked as if he’d fucked you 100 times before.
Your moans only increased in volume and number, signaling Henry that you were incredibly close. “Do you wanna cum, darling?”
“Yes sir—please,” you begged.
The moment the words left your mouth, Henry’s hands left your body and his hips slowed to shallow thrusts.
“No—no, please, sir. Don’t stop.”
“Sorry, love. This is part of your punishment,” he murmured as he placed gentle kisses to your neck and face.
Your orgasm quickly faded and Henry picked up his movements again. This went on for what felt like an eternity, at least 5 orgasms were denied by Henry, and by this point you were a sobbing mess beneath the behemoth of a man.
“Please, sir—please, I can’t—I need to cum,” you sobbed, actual tears sliding down your cheeks.
As much as Henry was enjoying denying you, he desperately wanted to feel you cum around his cock. “Yeah, baby? You need it?”
“Please,” you begged desperately.
Henry’s hand wrapped around your throat and gave it a very gentle squeeze as he fucked into you. You mewled desperately, clinging to him tightly.
“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he murmured.
The orgasm that hit you was the most incredible, intense orgasm of your life. You cried out, but no coherent words left your lips. Your body shook beneath the massive man, and he released your neck, shifting his weight to chase his own high.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so close. Gonna fill you up.”
“Please sir. I wanna feel you cum in me.”
“Fuck,” he gasped as he pumped into you, moans breaking through his dominant façade as his seed spilled into you. He worked himself through his orgasm before pulling out of you and collapsing beside you.
“Give me five minutes, darling, and I’ll finish your punishment.”
Your head whipped to face him so quickly, he was surprised you didn’t have whiplash. “More?” you asked breathlessly.
“Oh yes. You just wait, pretty girl.”
“Can we make it ten minutes?”
He chuckled. “Only because you’re so difficult to say no to.”
You were incredibly thankful for those ten minutes, but they passed way too quickly. Before too long, Henry was back on top of you, lips hungrily pressed against yours.
“Roll over for me, darling.”
You did as you were asked, now laying against the bed, face pressed into the comforter, ass in the air.
Henry was directly behind you, admiring the view. His hands gently rubbed your ass, appreciating the supple skin. “Now this ass is the best I’ve ever seen,” he murmured.
Before you could reply, you felt a sharp stinging pain on your ass cheek. You gasped at the sensation, head whipping around to look at Henry. He was smirking back at you, his entire body oozing the dominance you so desperately craved.
“Count,” he demanded.
“One,” you gasped out as he hit you again. Slap after slap after slap, all of which were soothed by him immediately after. “Fifteen,” you said breathlessly.
Henry stopped, placing a gentle kiss to the reddened skin. “Such a good girl for me.”
You whimpered, pussy dripping with the anticipation of what was to come.
Henry lined himself up at your entrance, cock sliding back and forth along your folds to collect the juices there. Without warning, he fully sheathed himself in your tight pussy, your moans mixing with his soft curses. He once again set a relentlessly brutal pace.
“Sir,” you gasped, the feeling so overwhelming that you couldn’t even begin to formulate any other thoughts. All you could do was moan in pleasure.
“Shit, baby, so good for me,” he gasped. “I want you to cum all over my cock.”
You whimpered, orgasm already building within you.
“Don’t you worry, baby, I’m gonna mark you forever. You’re mine,” he growled.
The authority with which he said it had you clenching desperately around him. You wanted to be his, to be marked by him forever.
Henry’s hand slid up your back, gripping your neck to pull you back against his chest. He held you tightly against him, hips never faltering. One hand wrapped around the base of your neck and the other slid down to rub your clit, the combination of all three actions and his breathy moans in your ear had you begging for release.
“Please, sir—let me cum.”
“I’m gonna fill that sweet little pussy up, baby. You’ll never get rid of the feeling of me inside you,” he groaned in your ear. “Tell me you’re mine, baby. Wanna hear you say it.”
“I’m—I’m yours,” you gasped out.
“Fuck.” His movements became desperate and you could tell he was close to cumming. His hand tightened on your neck and you gasped in pleasure. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered.
Your orgasm slammed into you with even more intensity than the previous one. You cried out, moans mixing with Henry’s name. Your orgasm triggered his and he barked out your name as he spilled inside of you.
After a few moments, Henry pulled out and laid you down gently on the bed before stumbling to the bathroom to grab a wet towel. He came back to the bed and very gently cleaned you up. Each touch against your pussy made you gasp, your over-stimulated body shaking beneath his gentle touch.
“I’ve got you, darling. I’m here,” he whispered.
Henry tossed the towel onto the floor and began to get dressed. Once he had his clothes on, he started to help you back into yours, but he slipped your panties into his pocket, refusing to give them back to you.
“Give me those!” you demanded with a laugh.
“Absolutely not. These are mine now.”
You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “So, um—I’m not sure I can walk.”
Henry grinned impishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll carry you to the car.”
“Car?” you asked in confusion.
He raised an eyebrow. “Did you really think I’d just let you leave with Evans after this?”
“I—uh, yeah. I mean, I guess I didn’t think about it.”
Henry leaned over you, lips inches from yours. “I told you were mine, (Y/N). I wasn’t kidding.”
Your eyes widened. You’d just assumed that was a heat-of-the-moment sex thing.
“Unless you don’t want that,” Henry said softly, backtracking a little, fearing he’d gone too far.
“No!” you said quickly. “I mean, I want that. Definitely. You, uh—you kinda ruined me for all other men.”
He grinned and puffed out his chest proudly. “It only gets better from here, love.”
“Oh really?” you teased.
He kissed you passionately before pulling away. “Just you wait.”
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can you make a instagram blurb of band!reader and harry when they were broken up? i live for drama…😝
INSTAGRAM BLURB
band!y/n x harry
day two!
MASTERLIST | PATREON
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MAY 2019
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enews Stevie Nicks guitarist Y/N L/N seen with actor Robert Pattinson in London yesterday, first time photographed after her breakup with musician Harry Styles. Sources say L/N and Pattinson had been seeing each other for a while.
ynfan4 did i just read this correctly
ynfan4 did i just read this correctly
harryfan7 imagine how harry is feeling right now….
ynfan10 i didn’t think of that
harryfan13 WHY IS SHE SMILING, PLEASE STOP Y/N 😭😭
ynfan8 she really loves the british men
harryfan11 I WANT HER AND HARRY BACK TOGETHER
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yourinstagram date nights
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ynfan14 i literally am crying
pillowpersonpp CUTIESSSS!!!
harryfan12 PLEASE WHAT SIDE ARE YOU ON SARAH…😭
ynfan6 i hate it here
harryfan9 this is not harry…..
ynfan15 IT’S THE FACT HARRY LIKED THIS?? THIS IS SO BAD
harryfan17 he’s probably crying right now ngl
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dailyloveband Y/N AND HER RUMORED BOYFRIEND LEAVING BEACHWOOD CAFÉ LAST NIGHT!
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ynfan27 no. no. no.
harryfan21 WE DON���T NEED THEM. WE DON’T WANT THEM
ynfan25 i feel so bad for harry…
harryfan28 she should’ve been mrs. styles 😭
ynfan26 @yourinstagram you know what to do!
ynfan22 I WONDER WHAT STEVIE THINKS OF THIS…
harryfan29 didn’t need to see this
deuxmoi has added to their instagram stories!
JULY 2019
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updatingyn Y/N and Robert attending a Gucci show today!
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ynfan30 omg
harryfan39 OKAY YOU CAN LEAVE ME ALONE NOW
ynfan35 i’m sliding down the wall sobbing 😭
harryfan33 i already know what harry’s next album is going to be about
ynfan31 it’s so obvious too
harryfan37 these are not my parents!
ynfan34 i feel like a mother who disapproves 🫠
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stylesnews Harry leaving Beachwood café earlier today in LA!
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harryfan47 isn’t that y/n’s favorite place to go to?
ynfan45 @yourinstagram YOU ARE TRULY MISSING OUT
harryfan49 maybe we should let her move on…
ynfan40 loving y/n’s style on him!
harryfan42 not him wearing his ex girlfriends rings 😭
ynfan44 harry really is reminiscing
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caradelevingne the real housewives of beachwood canyon
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harryfan53 beachwood canyon…
ynfan57 WHY DOES Y/N SEEMS SO HAPPY 😭
yourinstagram the residents of b.c definitely love us!
caradelevingne they are most likely planning their revenge on us
harryfan54 isn’t cara also friends with harry?
stevienicks coolest girls i know
ynfan50 harry was at her fav café yesterday just a fyi
SEPTEMBER 2019
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ynupdates Y/N AT BEACHWOOD CAFÉ TODAY!
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harryfan60 let her live in peace
ynfan68 y/n and harry…you guys can get back together now
harryfan65 I MISSED HER 😭
ynfan61 i’m wondering if she’s still going to be in harry’s band
harryfan69 i honestly hope so 🙏
ynfan63 why is it such a surprise that y/n’s there? It was her place before harry’s…
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yndaily Y/N playing guitar at Stevie Nicks’ show tonight!
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harryfan78 SHE’S BACK TO HER ROOTS
ynfan75 stevie and y/n are seriously the best duo ever
harryfan71 i’ve been waiting for this moment 😫
ynfan79 HARRY WAS ALSO AT THE SHOW…
harryfan73 oh. my. god.
ynfan76 y/n performing with stevie again…harry being at the concert…
harryfan77 isn’t that the guitar harry gifted her
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hsnews HARRY AT STEVIE NICKS’ SHOW TONIGHT IN LA!
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ynfan80 HELLO? WHAT!
harryfan88 just an ex supporting his fellow ex!
ynfan84 harry looks so good 😭
harryfan81 he’s still in love with y/n it’s so obvious
ynfan86 I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER TO SEE SOMETHING LIKE THIS
harryfan83 it’s seriously the best thing ever
ynfan87 we are getting our parents back 😌
OCTOBER 2019
deuxmoi via instagram stories!
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yourinstagram back home
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harryfan93 SHE IS SO CUTE
ynfan96 “back home” *insert eyebrow raise*
harrystyles My love.
yourinstagram i adore you ❤️
harryfan99 SHSJSJSJ THEY ARE BACK TOGETHER
kidharpoon see you in the studio soon!
ynfan90 NOT HER AT HARRY’S HOUSE…😭
pillowpersonpp i have never been so excited
NOVEMBER 2019
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harrystyles FINE LINE . THE ALBUM . DEC 13
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ynfan91 OH MY GOODNESS 🫠
harryfan97 all the songs are probably about y/n too…
yourinstagram couldn’t be anymore prouder!
harrystyles I love you my baby.
ynfan92 mom and dad have reunited 🙏
harry_lambert already one of my favorite albums of yours
harryfan94 fine line = album written all about y/n
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yourinstagram fine line, out december 13. pink & blue forever
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harryfan102 she worked on the album 😭
ynfan105 PINK AND BLUE FOREVER? WHAT IS SHE SAYING?
harrystyles The woman behind it all.
yourinstagram i seriously love you so much h
harryfan107 soulmates always find their way back to each other 🥹
annetwist so gorgeous darling ❤️
ynfan104 y/n is the muse for this album!
3 YEARS LATER!
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the interviews
marvel cast x teen!reader
summary: you and the cast have a day full of interviews for Infinity War and you spend the day worried about one in particular
notes: like the other one, kinda cringy and a few years old. also this is based off how i expirience dyslexia and may be different than your experience!
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The whole cast knew you were dyslexic. It was hard to not notice sometimes. It had first been brought up in one of your first Marvel movies a few years ago. It was when you were quite a bit younger and not as good at reading allowed and connecting words to objects.
It was your first read through and you kept mispronouncing “Fury” as “Furry” and were confused as to why the Avengers were fighting a furry. Eventually, Scarlett had leaned over and corrected you. You were embarrassed, but the cast found it endearing, if anything.
It was now time for the Infinity War press tour and you were nervous. You and the cast had just finished up the small LA portion of the tour and were now off to New York for the first full week. The New York portion was always the hardest for you- mostly because of the chaos of it all.
The New York portion was where all the late night show or morning news appearances happened and the “major” interviews such as Buzzfeed and Wired. And there lied your problem.
Your day started bright and early at 6:00 in the morning so that you and the cast could be ready to go on Good Morning America.
“Hey, kid,” Robert said, walking up behind where you were sitting and placing both of his hands on your shoulders. “You ready?”
“For this? Yeah,” you laughed. “Everything else? Not so sure." He shook your shoulders.
"You'll do great, kiddo, I promise," he said, giving each shoulder a squeeze before walking off again into the chaos.
It was only a few more minutes before you and the rest of the cast were sitting down in two rows in facing an interviewer. The crowd of people watching the show clapped as you all walked out and took your seats.
"And we're back in..." a producer held up three fingers, then two, then one, signalling the end of the commercial break.
"Alright, we're back now with our special guests: the cast of Avengers Infinity War!" the interviewer said. "Hello, guys, it's great to see all of you!" There was a chorus of greetings from you all. "Okay, so let's get started...."
The interview went without a hiccup and you and the cast were off to your next set of interviews- which happened to include the ones you were worried about.
Your agent handed you your time table for the interviews you were going to be doing and your heart started to pound. The Buzzfeed interview you had been warned about was on there, first, however, you had to sit through nearly three hours of other interviews. Interviews normally put you on edge, but knowing what was coming after just made it worse.
You found the room that your morning block of interviews was in and sat to wait for the other two people you'd be with. When Sebastian and Anthony walked in, your face lit up, knowing the interview would be 10x less stressful with them there to entertain/distract the interviewers.
And so your long morning started, the three of you bounced off each others energy and jokes. Most of the interviews went well, although there were ones here and there very obviously spoiler fishing.
"I take about what 60% of what he says is true," Sebastian told the interviewer, making you laugh.
"60% of the time, I am right 5% of the time," Anthony said, confusing the interviewer and making you laugh harder.
"What he's saying is that he is only right 5% of the time, over half the time, which is generous, in my opinion," you said upon seeing the confusion on the interviewers face that did not clear up after your comment.
"So, Y/N, we know this movie is a big game changer for Marvel, and people have been wondering what your, as the youngest cast member, future looks like in the MCU?" they asked, trying to move on from the previous conversation.
"I don't even know what my present in the MCU looks like," you answered. "Am I even in this movie? I don't even know- I just show up where they tell me to."
"Same, I don't get scripts until the week after we film the scenes," Sebastian said.
"A week? Damn, I still haven't gotten mine," Anthony laughed.
"I think that's all I have for you guys today," the interviewer said, obviously somewhat disappointed that they couldn't drag any spoilers out of you. "Thank you!" he said, his voice sincere but his expression sarcastic.
Anthony clapped as they left the room, jumping up out of his chair excitedly. "Alright, lunch time," he said, turning to smile at both of you. While you were grateful for the break, it only meant you were closer to the interviews where you had to read on camera.
"Gotta eat something, kid, gotta long day still," Anthony said, watching you stare at your sandwich. You looked up, nodding and then taking a bite. Just focus, you'll be fine.
"You okay?" Sebastian asked from next to Anthony. You forced a weak smile as you finished chewing.
"Just nervous," you answered, wiping your hands on a napkin near you.
"Why? You're great at interviews," Anthony said.
"I have to read in the next few and I'm worried I'll mess it up," you said, playing with the sleeve of your shirt. "I know it's dumb- I just get nervous about it."
"You got nothing to worry about, kid," Sebastian said. "If you mess up, just play it off as a joke- people will love it it'll end up in one of those 'Y/N being the best MCU cast member' compilations."
"Thanks," you said with your mouth full.
"Chew your food," Anthony said, throwing a napkin at you.
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"I'm Tom Holland," Tom said from beside you.
"And I'm Y/N L/N, and we're going to be taking a quiz to see how easily we can identify Marvel movies-" you cut off, waiting for Tom to finish.
"That had been terribly described," he said.
"Alright, first one," you said, pushing your nerves out of your mind. "A boy destroys his planet because he doesn't want to share it with his sister who broke his favorite toy." You read slowly as to not mess up, and it worked.
"Is that the one Guardians of the Galaxy movie?" Tom asked, thinking out loud. You hummed in thought, trying to figure out what it was.
"None of them have sisters though- except for Gamora but it says him," you said.
"It's Thor!" Tom shouted. "Thor: Ragnarok." You smiled, looking back at your computer, realizing you had to type your answer. Great.
"How do you spell Ragnarok?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.
"It's exactly how it sounds," Tom said, already moving on to the next question. You raised an eyebrow at him.
"Tom, I'm dyslexic, I don't know how to sound things out," you said, him going red remembering it.
"R-a-g-n-a-r-o-k," he spelled out for you and you laughed as you typed it.
"'A boy solved daddy issues with the power of friendship'," Tom read. You both looked stumped.
"Tony had daddy issues," you thought out loud. "So does Loki- maybe it's one of the other Thor ones."
"Would they put two Thor ones in a row?" Tom asked.
"Maybe it's to trick us?" you offered. You both shrugged and started typing.
"Ah! This one is Guardians of the Galaxy," Tom groaned.
"'A dude made a wormhole to seek attention'," he read, moving on to the next one.
"I have no clue," you laughed, leaning back in your seat.
"I don't either," he laughed. "Give up?" he asked, cursor hovering over the button. You nodded doing the same.
"Avengers?" you read out, confused. "Did Loki make a wormhole in that or something?"
"Maybe? God, we're such bad Marvel fans," Tom laughed.
"'Small guy who likes committing international war crimes becomes a him- a himbo who still likes committing international war crimes'," you read aloud.
"Ant-Man," you and Tom say at the same time, laughing as you type the answer in.
"What?" you yelled as it the screen reads Wrong!
"Captain America?" Tom asked, confused.
"We were so confident!" you said, smacking the table.
"'Someone just got out of prison commits more crimes, but now with inces- insects'," you read.
"Did you almost say incest?" Tom laughed/yelled. You burst out laughing too, covering your face.
"Oh my god," you wheezed with laughter. "Can we both agree it's Ant-Man?" you asked, both of you still recovering from laughing, the question only sending you into more fits of laughter.
"'A surgeon gets operated on by his ex-girlfriend'," Tom read. "See, I think this one is Dr. Strange, but that's not actually the plot, so I don't know."
"Want to guess it?" you asked. He nodded, both of you typing it in and getting it right.
"'Man had to face his consequences after ignoring a- a weird guy 2- years before, while adopting a kid who owned the garage he broke in?'" you read, not so sure of the ending. "Was that it?"
"Yeah, that's it," Tom nodded, his brows furrowed. "'Garage he broke in,'" he repeated.
"Oh, Iron Man... 2? Maybe 3?" you said.
"I think 2?" Tom said. "Let's go with that.
"Goddammit, 3!" you groaned.
"Okay, last one," Tom said. "'An orphan fought his teammate (who tired to run away because he hated the American government) with his best friend who murdered the orphan's parents when he was younger.'"
"Okay, I'm almost positive this is Civil War, but we've gotten a lot wrong that I've been sure of, so I don't know," you laughed.
"I think it's Civil War- orphan Tony, teammate Steve, killer Bucky," Tom said, explaining his thought process.
"Alright..." you said typing it in.
"Yep!" Tom yelled but you looked up at him confused.
"I got it wrong?" you said, showing him your laptop. He read what you typed and tried to hide his laughter.
"Y/N.... it's c-i-v-i-l, not c-i-v-a-l," he said chuckling. You turned a bit red and glared at him.
"I hate you," you mumbled, closing your laptop and rolling your eyes.
"We're terrible Marvel Fans," Tom said, looking at his 38% and your 25%.
"Wanna go binge watch every single movie now and redeem ourselves?" you joked. He smiled.
"Sure why not," he chuckled.
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I got a Man - but I want You (18+)
Robert Laing x fem!Reader
Summary: Robert has been your best friend for quite a while. Now, you're on a party together. A heated discussion between the two of you about the 'usual topic' suddenly becomes more than just an argument...
Warnings: veeeery suggestive smut/light smut, cheating, quite a few swear words, alcohol, cigarettes, bad writing? Sorry to all the guys named Toby!
Word Count: 2,1k
a/n: Honestly, I have no idea how this one happened... I was just listening to 'You Right' by Doja Cat and saw a few pics of Dr. Laing and boom! Damn you, Hiddles - and your good looks! 😠 Nah, just kidding. I love him. 😂 I can't even tell if this is brilliant or an awful attempt at writing Robert Laing... 😅 Also, I rated it 18+, just to be on the safe side...
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...and a few peeps who I think might enjoy reading this - if it's even a joy to read it 😅... @michelleleewise @chantsdemarins @vbecker10 @lokisninerealms
"Stop that, please." I said annoyed, while reaching out my hand to grab the fourth - or fifth? glass of cheap champagne from the cocktail bar. "Stop what, darling?" I rolled my eyes. I was way too tipsy for having this conversation with him, but now that he set the ball rolling, it was most likely inevitable. Why couldn't he just listen to me once and do what I am asking him to do, without questioning it? "That, for example." I brushed past him, passed a lot of other party guests. We were at one of those amateur parties, they held at least four times a week. People, cigarettes, drugs and a lot of cheap alcohol.
My flight from him had been a miserable attempt to prevent the upcoming collision. It was always the same. "That what?" It was no use, of course. He followed me around like a lost puppy. Like he did so often. "Calling me 'darling' for example. Or following me around, wherever I go." He huffed out a breath and took a long sip from his drink. "Why? I thought you liked that." Once again, I rolled my eyes. "Do we really need to discuss this now, in between all those partying people, loud music and empty champagne bottles - again?" "Not when you're finally admitting that you want me." He gave me one of those ridiculously handsome and smug smiles and took another sip of his drink - what caused me to get even more annoyed. I groaned in frustration. He just couldn't stop this shit. "How many times, Robert... How many times have I told you, that we are just best friends. I don't want you!" I didn't realise that I had raised my voice - until I had finished my sentence and recognised how a few other party guests were staring at us. I clenched my jaw and rolled once again my eyes, before I grabbed harshly Robert's arm and dragged him behind myself, through the French door and out on the balcony. I didn't want to discuss that topic further with him when all those curious people were around.
"Why did you drag me out on an abandoned balcony then, when you don't want me?" The man in the deliciously sexy dark grey suit asked - wait, what? I shook my head and teared my gaze away from him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Robert... For the last time... I don't want you!" "Yes? Is that so?" The doctor leaned casually against the railing of the balcony and lit a cigarette. "Yes! We are best friends! Nothing more, nothing less! I have a boyfriend!" He frowned. "You meant you have a drag." I felt how the blood started to boil inside my veins. That smug bastard drove me so utterly mad. "Shut up, Laing! You're talking about my boyfriend!" Robert took a long drag of his cigarette, shaking his head. "Yes, but... Y/N. Let's be honest... Toby isn't the right man for you. Hence, he's not even a real man. Perhaps not even a boy. He's a milksop. A loser. A pussycat." I clenched my jaw, hands turning into fists. I was on the verge of punching this wanker in the face. The problem? Deep down, I knew he was right - and that made me even more angry. "I don't even know how Toby actually made it to be your so-called boyfriend. How could he get his hands on such a hot woman like you? I mean... You're way out of his league. You clearly deserve someone better, darling..." Robert smirked at me once again as he took a last drag from his cigarette, before he stubbed it out. "You, Y/N, are a power woman. There's fire and passion flowing through your veins. I know that. You..." He took a step closer. "… need a real man. Not such a wannabe alpha, who got stuck in puberty." I raised an eyebrow at him. "A real man?" Robert nodded, a seductive smile playing around the corners of his mouth. He took another step closer. "A real man, yes." And another. "A man who challenges you." By now he was circling me, like a predator it's pray. I felt how my heart rate picked up. His words sending shivers up and down my spine. On one hand I was utterly angry at him, but on the other... I had to admit that what he was doing triggered something inside me... Lust. "A man who can tame this fire." He whispered in my ear with a deep voice, before he walked back over to the railing, grabbing his half empty drink on the way and leaned once again casually against the it, taking a swig. His dark – and without a doubt sexy voice echoed in my head and caused another shiver to run down my spine. "Not such a milksop, who couldn't even handle a teenage girl." Robert continued, smiling in amusement.
I thought that was the end of his 'speech'; thought that the torture was over - but then he lunged out for the knock-out punch. The death sentence. The straw that broke the camel's back. "I bet he doesn't even know how to pleasure a woman of your kind in the right way." That was it. I had enough. "Must be so exhausting to pretend that the sex is good and that he's giving you a good-" I approached Robert at lightning speed, interrupted his sentence by grabbing the clueless man by the lapels of his suit jacket and slamming him against the nearby wall, causing a low huff to escape his lips. I looked at him with a death glare, kept him pinned against the concrete wall. He certainly didn't see that coming - but instead of apologising or pleading me to let him go, he just... started to laugh? "See? That's what I am talking about. You say you don't want me, but if that is the case, why does my words bother you that much? Why can't you just shrug them off and laugh about them? I recognise a sexually frustrated woman when I see one - and you, Y/N are such woman. I may be your best friend, but you can't keep your eyes off me." I wanted to speak up, say something, protest against him - but he shook his head, cut my attempt to speak on an instant off. "Don't deny it. You can't deny it. Did you really think I wouldn't notice the longing looks you're giving me? How your eyes are practically undressing me? The tension between us, whenever we are dancing together at the parties? How you were grinding your backside against my crotch? How our hips moved in sync to the rhythm of this ridiculous song?" His words left me speechless. I didn't even realise myself that I was doing this, but now that Robert had spoken it out loud it came crashing down on me. Deep down, I knew what I did. "I noticed everything, darling... Even if you're denying it now." I was so stunned, that he could free himself easily from my grasp. Robert straightened his suit jacket, "I would've never said no to you, you know... I had casted an eye on you from the first time we met. I could've made you mine a long time ago, but I didn't want to destroy your relationship, because you were happy – and that was fine for me. I want you to be happy. But… You're clearly not happy anymore - since months…" and turned to walk away, towards the French door.
I was like petrified. Robert had been right with everything he had said. I wanted him. I had always wanted him. The sexual attraction was there from the very beginning – just not as strong as it was now. I stopped seeing him as just a best friend a long time ago... And Toby? Well... He really was a loser, had no job, no perspective. I was the one, paying the rent. And our sex life? Don't get me even started... Robert was right - and that was the reason why I had to stop him. Why keep on lying to myself? Why still holding on to that 'milksop', when a real, devastatingly handsome man was right there in front of me? "Robert!" I called out his name - louder than I intended to. To my luck, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me. "Wait... Please." I added in a small voice. "You... You're right." I mumbled, looking defeated at him. His eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. He clearly didn't expect me to actually give in and admit it. "You're right. With everything you said. Toby is such a loser. He brings about nothing. I'm the one who looks after everything and pays the bills, while he still believes in getting famous one day with his stupid inventions... It's not that I don't believe in him, but... Let's be honest. No human being on earth needs them. It is never going to work." I took a deep breath, eyes meeting Robert's oceanic blues again. Oh, those eyes... How much I loved them. I'd drown myself in them if I could... "He's a childish boy and will most likely never going to be a real man - and gods, yes... I need a real man. A man like you, Doctor Laing." Robert had listened to my words intensely. A playful smirk crept on his face at the last sentence falling from my lips. He ran a hand through his short blonde-brown curls, before he put the drink in his other hand on the garden table beside him. Then he stepped closer, shoved his hands in the pockets of the way too tight dark grey suit trousers he wore. "What's holding you back from having me then?" That one sentence, coming from those kissable lips of my drop-dead sexy friend, was enough to break down the barrier inside my head completely. There was no way I was able to hold myself back anymore.
So, I literally jumped him, grabbed his tie harshly to yank him down, our lips colliding messily in a passionate kiss and within seconds it was all teeth and tongue. My hands were buried in his hair, while his hands roamed the curves of my hips, pulling me closer - what caused our hips to clash together. A soft moan escaped my lips at the sudden contact, which Robert swallowed immediately with another feverish kiss. He maneuvered us to the garden table, walked me backwards until my ass hit the edge of the piece of furniture. For a short moment, he retreated from kissing me, his lips now red and swollen. "Are you really sure about that?" Robert panted, breathing heavily. "You're about to cheat on your boyfriend with your best friend, darling." He added, teeth grazing the pulse point on my neck, while his hands were working on shoving the red mini dress I wore higher - all the way over my hips. I nodded with closed eyes. "Y-Yes... I never wanted a man as much as I want you, Robert." I bit my lip. "If I am still able to walk straight tomorrow, then I am never letting you have a go again." Robert chuckled low, "Oh you won't, darling, I promise." and tapped the back of my thighs. A wave of arousal overran me at his words. "Atta girl, get on that damn table." Without hesitating a second, I followed his orders and sat on the garden table. Robert immediately kicked my legs apart and stood in between them, his lips finding mine once again. He shrugged his suit jacket over his shoulders and threw it carelessly aside, while I undid his tie and a few buttons of his shirt. I didn't make it to undo all of them, because Robert pushed me gently but firmly back, so that I was more or less laying on the dusty table. Then he grabbed my legs again and pulled me closer to the edge. When I suddenly felt his lips on the skin of my thighs, kissing and nipping, another moan left my mouth. "R-Robert... You d-damn tease..." He smirked at me and nipped one last time on my delicate flesh, before he quickly unbuckled his belt and zipped down the zipper of his posh suit trousers. I gripped the edges of the table, ready for a hopefully unforgettable ride. "Are we really going to do this now?" I panted, heart beating rapidly against my ribcage. "I-I mean here, on a dusty garden table? With dozens of people inside the flat, who could catch us any moment?" Robert looked up to me. Hungry eyes meeting mine, bursting with lust. "Yes, we do. If it means that I am finally able to fuck you, then it's a risk I am gladly willing to take." Before I even had the chance to answer, my best friend threw us over the cliff, sending us both into the deepest abysses of pleasure.
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Okay guys, in case you couldn't guess by the reblogs, which would be better for the High-Rise fic I'm working on? I can't decide for the life of me.
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In Every Life - Part 1
Summary: Two souls destined for each other, but life has other plans. Will they find each other and have their happy ending?
It was late September of 1883 when they met. Some would call it kismet. Others destiny. The miserable ones would call it coincidence. He needed to go into London for a few weeks to work on some business prospects and handle some estate matters with his lawyer. Lucille stayed back as she did not care to leave home but was not happy to be without her brother for so long.
Josephine and her mother were on their way to the hospital when she had a sudden dizzy spell, causing her to fall to the street but found herself saved by a beautiful stranger, rescuing her from being hit by a carriage riding too close to the sidewalk.
"Are you alright?" her mother inquired.
"I'm alright mother, thanks to this kind gentleman." She was shy and blushing, unbelieving that she made a fool of herself in front of this handsome man.
Her mother looked at him, thanking him profusely. "You may have saved her life, mister…."
"Sharpe, Thomas Sharpe, baronet, madame."
"Thank you so very much, Lord Sharpe. I am Victoria Morrow, and this is my daughter, Josephine. How can I ever repay you?"
His words failed him as he locked eyes with Josephine. In that moment, he felt as if there was something linking his heart to hers. His heart, nay his soul, screamed to not let this beguiling creature to depart from him.
Unbeknownst to him, Josephine was similarly affected.
He responded to her mother without looking away from Josephine. "There is no need, madame. I am more than happy to assist." Josephine smiled at him causing his heart to skip with joy. "If it is not too forward, might you be available for dinner this evening Ms. Josephine?" He held his breath, praying she would accept his offer.
The way her name rolled off his tongue could soothe an angry lion, and she would do anything to hear him say it again. Looking at her mother for approval before answering, she said, "I would love that." They let him know where they were staying, advising he would pick her up at 7 pm.
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That evening, he arrived promptly on time, having arranged a carriage to drive them to a nice restaurant he knew nearby. His breath escaped him as she descended the stairs, thinking her to be an angel descended from the heavens in a beautiful dark blue dress. “You look breathtaking.”
Josephine found her heart beating so loud thinking he must be able to hear it. Blushing, she reminded herself to breathe before taking his arm. “Thank you Lord Sharpe.”
“Thomas, please.” He wanted nothing more than to run away with her to some far off place or at least back to his home.
She nodded. “Thomas. You look very dapper yourself.”
She scolded herself. ‘Dapper? That’s the best you can come up with?’
“Shall we?” He held out his arm which she took. He aimed towards the door, and she followed him, a willing captive. When entering the carriage, it took all his strength to tell the driver to take them to the restaurant rather than what his head and heart were telling him.
At dinner, they exchanged stories. He told her the joke about why his estate is called Crimson Peak.
"That sounds extraordinary."
"It is fascinating but sometimes also a bit macabre when someone walks around and leaves what looks like bloody footprints."
"That must be a sight to behold. Oh how I wish I could see that." She froze. She had not meant to be so bold and admit that last part, but he simply smiled and said, "I would love for you to see it. You are most welcome to come observe the sight any time you wish."
She felt a bit relieved. They continued to talk and walked leisurely back to her hotel as they did not want the night to end.
"I would very much like to see you again tomorrow, if that is alright?" He didn't want to let her go, yearning to whisk her back to Allerdale as his.
"I would like that as well. My mother and I have an appointment, but we should be back by 1."
"1 o'clock it is. I look forward to it." He smiled, taking her hand in his and placed a kiss across her knuckles before departing.
Arriving at her room, she found her mother was pulling out the metallic syringe and an opaque bottle of liquid. "Did you have fun?"
She smiled and nodded. "He's wonderful and incredibly kind. He has asked to see me again tomorrow when we get back.”
"I see no problem with that at all, my dearest daughter, but it’s time for your medicine."
Josephine was not a fan of needles, but her mother insisted it would help with her deteriorating health.
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When she awoke the next day, the front desk brought flowers that had been delivered early that morning.
My Dearest Josephine,
These flowers pale in comparison to your beauty. I very much look forward to seeing you again today.
Sir Thomas Sharpe
She placed them by her bedside, smiling like a loon. Her left hand began to shake and held it with her right to help control the tremors.
The visit at the hospital took longer than anticipated as they wanted to run a few tests to get a diagnosis as they felt they were close. By the time they arrived back at their hotel, it was half past 1.
Thomas waited patiently in the lobby. He had not been to the hospital much but knew appointments of any nature could run longer than expected. When she arrived flustered, he tried to give an air of calm and understanding.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's quite alright. No need to explain. If you need to take a moment to freshen up, I am happy to wait."
Josephine appreciated his offer and went up to her room to fix herself quickly and was back down ten minutes later. She was sure to wear a dress with a larger skirt to help hide the tremors in her legs that were becoming more frequent.
He took her to a shop that prepared a picnic basket for them which they took to a nearby park. He laid everything out on the blanket, and they spent the afternoon enjoying each other's company, talking about various things such as nature, science, hopes, dreams. Before they knew it, evening fell upon them, the picnic food gone hours before.
"Would you like me to escort you back to your hotel?"
She felt a pang of disappointment, not wanting to leave just yet. As if he could read her mind, "or, perhaps, we could get some dinner?"
Thomas wasn't ready to take her back but feared she might be tired of him. He hoped she might accept his second offer, his heart almost refusing to beat.
"Dinner sounds delightful."
Internally, he breathed a sigh of relief, his heart relieved. As she went to stand up, the tremors began again, causing her to lose her footing; however, Thomas caught her before she fell to the ground. She tried to brush it off. “I’m so sorry. My legs must have fallen asleep.” She smiled. “Not to worry. I’ll help you to the restaurant. It’s nearby.” She took his arm, using it to steady herself, trying her best to ignore the looming headache.
They continued to enjoy one another's company through dinner and dessert, not realizing the late hour while looking at the stars in the park until they arrived back at her hotel to her frantic mother who calmed the moment she saw her daughter was with Sir Thomas.
"Thank you so much for escorting my daughter. It appears she had a lovely time." This caused Josephine to blush profusely.
"My apologies for keeping her so late. I do so much enjoy spending time with her." He couldn't help but shyly smile as he spoke. “If your mother permits, I would love to see you again.”
“That would be lovely,” she said, trying to hide the pain from her headache that seemed to only be getting worse.
“Would tomorrow be too soon?” He was hopeful she’d agree. It was too soon, but if he could, he would see her every day; however, he did not want to scare her, unsure if she felt the same. Little did he know, she did. As much as she loved her mother, she wanted adventures with him. She’d run off with him at that very moment if she weren’t worried about leaving her mother alone. Maybe he’d allow her to come with them? Or would he disappear when learning of her declining health? ‘No, Josephine. You mustn’t let your heart get ahead of your mind. Perhaps he merely wants company while he is in town.’
Taking her hand, he turned it, kissing her palm and felt her hand shaking a bit but brushed it off, believing she was likely as nervous as he.
Arriving back to her room, her mother was ready to give the next dose of medicine. “Do we have to, mother? How many more of these treatments must I endure?”
Her mother approached with caution. “It is only for your benefit. Do you not wish to be well?”
She sighed in defeat. “Yes, mother. It’s just that the treatments have become more difficult to handle. I just want to be well and hope the doctors here can find a solution.”
“I am sure they will, but in the meantime, you need to continue this course of treatment. The doctors have not been opposed to it, and I feel it has slowed down at the least. I am truly sorry for how difficult this has been for you, but it’s not any easier watching you be forced to endure. You are a strong, capable woman. As your mother, I only want to see you succeed.”
Josephine relented and allowed her mother to administer the needle treatment.
“I must also say this. Sir Thomas seems like a capable young man, but I am not sure he is right for you. I fear he may take advantage of you due to your health. I do not believe I can abide his visits much longer. I want to see you happy, but I also want you to be safe.” She put the needle away with the future treatments, placing them in the drawer of her nightstand.
She rubbed her arm at the injection site, momentarily forgetting her headache. “I know, mother, but there is just something about him that I cannot explain. I feel connected to him on a spiritual level, and if he were to propose tomorrow, I would say yes, but….”
Sitting on her bed, her mother looked nervous. “But what, Josephine?”
“But I fear leaving you alone. Father passed so long ago, and I do not want you to feel as if I am attempting to abandon you, but I feel I must follow my heart. I am hoping, perhaps, that if he does propose, that you may come to live with us. I know. I’m getting ahead of myself. Just wishful thinking.”
Her mother moved over next to her, holding her from the side. “Darling daughter. I am in awe of your desire to see me happy, and I feel the same for you. I just………..want you to be safe. The thought of you running off with that man scares me. There is just something about his countenance I cannot trust. I mean, what do we really know about him?”
She knew her mother was right. She was always right, but something in the back of her mind said her mother was wrong about this.
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As he walked back to his hotel, he could not stop thinking about the feel of her hand, the honeysuckle smell drifting off her hair. He knew what needed to be done. Once back in his room, he pulled out a pen and parchment.
My Dearest Sister,
Please forgive my neglect of you. I have been so thoroughly occupied of late, and have so very much to tell you. Foremost, that I send you my love and sincerest well wishes for you in my absence. All is well here, I have been meeting with Mr. Westridge regarding the estate. He has been kind enough to assist in clarifying the terms of the paperwork so we have nearly concluded our business; however, I must confess that, while I do miss you, I am not eager to return home just yet.
I have had the absolute pleasure of meeting a most outstanding lady. Her name is Josephine. She is here in town with her mother. With her mother’s permission, I escorted her to dinner. She is such a remarkable woman. She gazes fondly at the stars as if they were her dearest friends. I showed her the constellations of Perseus and Andromeda, telling her their tale. Dear sister, I would slay every beast in the world just to stand in her presence.
She adores reading the poets and makes spirited defenses and criticisms of every page she consumes. She listens tirelessly to my myriad mechanical ramblings and discusses my ideas with a curious and open mind. Never has a woman taken such an intellectual interest in my work. I must admit that while her face caught my attention, it was her mind that has kept my interest.
Oh, how I wish you were here to help guide me through this. The very sight of her makes my heart flutter. This strange feeling is beyond my comprehension, yet I do not wish for it to dissipate. What must I do, dear sister? Please, I beg for your guidance in this matter.
Your loving brother,
Thomas
Sealing the letter, he called upon the front desk to have the letter delivered to his sister, eager for a response as he was eager for his sister’s council. They ensured him that short of unexpected, disastrous weather, they would have the letter delivered post haste.
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While a cold cloth to her forehead helped alleviate her headache, Josephine suffered another night of unrest. Rather than toss and turn, she quietly took out her diary to write, always addressing her entries to her father as it helped her feel close to him even though she never had the opportunity to meet him as he passed shortly after she was born.
Dear Father,
I must tell you of the noble gentleman who came to my rescue yesterday. His name is Sir Thomas Sharpe. I felt faint and began to stumble, but he saved me before I could be injured. Dearest father, he is an angel, both in action and countenance. When our eyes met, I knew in that instant he was my soulmate.
I know you never truly believed in soulmates and love at first sight, but I felt whole for the first time in my life. I thought for so long that the missing piece of my soul occurred when you passed. I realize now that the missing piece was him. The cracks running deep to my core now feel as if they are mending each time we meet.
Father, I know you would approve of him. We share similar interests. He loves to read, star gaze, dance, and invent. Yes! He’s an inventor! His mind creates these extraordinary ideas for machines. His latest idea is for one that would make the harvesting of clay easier and more efficient with less likelihood for injury to the workers. I find myself completely fascinated when he spoke of it
My first hesitation is mother. I do not wish for her to feel abandoned. She seemed amenable to come with me to Thomas’ estate, should he propose. I have only known him for two days, but I would marry him at this very moment should he ask. I do not care if he has money or not. If he does not have an estate then the ground where we lay would become our home and the stars our blanket.
My second hesitation is my health. I have not yet told him of my ailments and am afraid to do so. My fears tell me he will reject me, not wanting an ill spouse, but my soul tells me he will not care.
I know not else how to describe this feeling, but I cannot deny it. Mother reminds me that a lady does not openly express her feelings to a gentleman. I wish you could meet him, see him as I do, but I know you watch over me.
I also fear that I have created this imaginary scene in my mind, that my heart has overruled my mind to the point where I live in fantasy.
I beg of you for your help, courage, and wisdom to know what to do. I miss you so much.
Your loving daughter,
Josephine
Putting her journal away, she climbed back into bed. It was another hour before she was finally able to sleep.
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The following morning, Thomas readied himself, going by the florist first. Looking for the perfect flowers, he looked for ones that might be worthy of her presence. Once he found them, he paid the proprietor and left swiftly to her hotel and waited for her patiently in the lobby.
Josephine was lost in a fitful slumber, but her mother was awake and ready, knowing Sir Thomas would be arriving shortly. Descending the stairs, she saw him holding the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen.
“Good morning Ms. Morrow! How are you this fine morning?” The joy in his face was evident to any who saw him.
“Good morning, Lord Sharpe! I am well, but I’m afraid Josephine is still resting. Her rest was very troubling last night, which is to be expected.”
“I am so sorry to hear that, but I do hope she is well. Do you know when she might awaken?” He was very eager to see her.
“I could not say, but I do not wish to disturb her as her health has been poor, especially as of late. I will ensure she receives these.”
When she put her hands forward, he hesitated. “I would be happy to wait until she is awake as I would live to give these to her myself. I must confess. I am eager to see her again.” He wanted to see her so much, even if for a moment.
“I cannot say when she may awaken and feel well enough for a visitor, but I assure you I will take these directly upstairs.” Reluctantly, he handed her the bouquet.
“I thank you for doing so. If there is anything I might do to aid in her recovery, please do let me know. I am very……..fond of her.” He could not help but blush.
“You are too kind, Lord Sharpe. We are fond of you as well.” He smiled at her response.
“Please do not hesitate to call upon me should there be anything I can do to assist in her recovery.”
He waited until Ms. Morrow disappeared up the stairs and out of view before taking his leave.
As her mother returned, she found her daughter to be awake and brushing her hair. Turning at the sound of the door, she saw the flowers her mother held. “Those are the loveliest flowers I have ever seen! Where did you find them?”
Her mother walked over to the vase in their room, discarding the old flowers and placing the new ones in there with some water. “A handsome gentleman gave them to me. They are pleasing, are they not?”
“They truly are, and you deserve them. You have been so kind and helpful with my health. It’s the least you deserve. I do hope he calls upon you again.” Josephine turned around and continued to brush her hair. She was feeling exceptionally unwell this morning but did not want to alarm her mother, keeping her thoughts to herself.
As her mother went to place the flowers in a vase with some water, she removed the ribbon from the stems, placing it aside as a keepsake. “I communicated your increasingly poor health to the hospital. They recommended bed rest and valerian tea until your next appointment in 3 days.”
Disappointed, she returned to her bed, already plotting her escape. She could not stand to be cooped up, preferring the fresh air and sunshine, or the stars at night. In the meantime, she placed her head on the pillow, knowing she could use some more rest.
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That was two days ago. Thomas paced back and forth around his rooms wondering what to do, how he could capture even a glimpse of her. Perhaps he could return back to her hotel in the evening with more flowers? Or would more flowers be too much? Maybe a new pair of gloves?
Then it occurred to him. He knew exactly what she would like, departing for the desired object he had seen just the other day. When he exited his hotel, he looked around to realize it was later than he thought, not having realized he had been pacing around his room for hours.
Holding himself back from running, he reminded himself of social protocol, trying to keep an acceptable pace as there was no emergency. Upon arriving at his desired location, he spoke with the shopkeeper, describing the item he was looking for. The shopkeeper knew exactly what he was describing. “Would you like me to wrap it for you sir?”
Thomas smiled. “I would be most grateful. I am very grateful for your help.” Pausing for a moment, he had another idea. “Might you have a piece of parchment and ink I might use?”
The shopkeeper smiled and retrieved the requested items. “This must be for someone very special.” Thomas smiled back at him. “Yes, for someone very dear and precious.” It took him a few moments, but the words finally came to him.
My Dearest Josephine,
Words fail me to accurately portray the bewildering spell you have cast upon me with your beauty and intellect. I hope this may help convey what I am unable to express. For I am unable to retain a singular thought when simply near you. I yearn to see you. To simply breathe the same air as you is a privilege that not even God himself is worthy.
I pray you can accept this humble token from an unworthy man such as myself.
Yours Always,
Thomas
Gently folding the note, he placed it inside before the shopkeeper who then safely wrapped the item, securing it with twine. Holding it carefully, he departed.
As he neared her hotel, he noticed a woman become unsteady, falling to the ground and hurriedly made his way to assist her.
“Madam, are you alrigh………Josephine?” Her face was contorted in pain. “What is wrong? What can I do?” She could hear his voice off in the distance; however, she was more focused on her prevailing issue as her extremities continued to tremble. Lifting her bridal style, he started towards the hospital.
She turned to look at him. “Thomas?” She sounded weak. “Dear Josephine! Do not worry. I will get you to the hospital posthaste.”
She placed a hand on one of his lapels. “Please no, not the hospital.”
“But you are unwell. You must see a doctor! If nothing else, I should take you back to your hotel to rest. You cannot be out here in your state.”
“I beg you. Please do not take me back, at least not yet. Can we delay a little? Perhaps sit on a bench at the park? I yearn for fresh air and sunshine.”
He could not deny her request, heading for the park nearby as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Gently placing her on the bench, he sat next to her. She held onto his arm. To provide her better support, he wrapped an arm around her, finding her leaning into him. They stayed like that for sometime, receiving odd looks from passersby. Finally, Thomas broke their peaceful quiet.
“Darling Josephine. If I might implore, what is ailing you?”
This was it. She was about to be confronted with her fear of his rejection of her due to her health. “I’m afraid, Thomas.” she turned her face up to look at him.
“What are you afraid of, my dear?”
there was nothing she could do to hide or deny it any longer. “I have been unwell for sometime. Mother thought it best to come to London to see if the doctors might know what is affecting my health. No one has been able to uncover the cause. They’re only able to treat the symptoms.”
Thomas listened attentively as she looked away and continued.
“The doctors here have hope for a diagnosis and solution. In the meantime, mother has been administering medicine to help me, but I fear it might not be working well enough.”
“Why have you not told me of this before?” His worry increased, not wanting her to suffer.
“I’m afraid you might not want to see me anymore. No one wants to be saddled with an ill person.”
Placing his finger under her chin, he guided her face back towards his. “My dearest darling Josephine. Nothing could change how I feel about you.”
She blushed and attempted to bury her face in his chest, but he would not allow her to do so. “If God himself told me I had to choose between you and the heavens, I would dwell happy as a dead man in hellfire for having known you.”
She could not help a tear or two from falling. “Please, Thomas, do not take pity on me. I could not bear it.”
Using the back of his finger, he wiped them away. “Please do not cry. I am not worthy of your tears.”
He brushed some falling hair out of her face, and she leaned her face into his palm as he did so, yearning to stay close to him. A gust of cold wind fell upon them, and she began to shiver. Against society propriety, he removed his coat and placed it around her to help keep her warm. She confided in him her desire to be a dancer. “I’ve always wanted to dance, but my health never allowed it.”
“One day, you will dance. We will dance, even if I have to sweep you off your feet and hold you while I carry you around the dance floor. Come, love. We must get you back to your hotel for some rest.” She agreed but found she was still unable to walk. The tremors were affecting her more and more as time moved on. Seeing her distress, he picked her up bridal style once again and moved towards her hotel. As he carried her, she found herself warming between his coat and their close proximity, allowing his calming scent to envelop her.
They arrived at her hotel moments later, finding her mother running frantically down the stairs. “Where have you been? Are you alright?”
Josephine nodded, looking up at Thomas. “I needed some air and fell, but Thomas rescued me.”
“We need to get you back to bed.” Thomas began towards the stairs but was stopped by her mother. “It is not appropriate for you to be in her room. I can help her back to our rooms.”
He looked back at Josephine, not wanting to leave her in such a state, but Josephine knew once again that her mother was right. He placed her down gently, her mother moving to help support her.
“Thank you again for rescuing me, Thomas.” She gave him a weak smile, her energy still draining and began to remove and return his coat, but he stopped her.
“No, my dear Josephine. Please use it to keep yourself warm. I can come back and retrieve it tomorrow or the day after when you are feeling better.”
He leaned forward to wrap his coat back around her, using the moment to whisper so that only she could hear. “There is something in the pocket for you.”
She looked at him and smiled once more. “Thank you again, Sir Thomas. You have been most kind.”
He stayed and observed to help ensure her and her mother had no problems ascending the stairs, not leaving until well after they were out of sight.
Arriving back at his hotel, he found there was a letter and small package awaiting him. Seeing his sister’s hand writing, he swiftly took the items to his room, eager to read her response.
Darling Brother,
I am beyond delighted to receive your letter. What you describe in your letter is nothing short of love. I have been worried for so long to find someone worthy of your time and attention, to be a partner, a friend, and a confidante.
She sounds to be the most exquisite creature. It warms my heart with how you talk of her. I have never heard you speak of anyone in such a manner, not even your childhood love, Angelica.
From what you’ve told me of her, it appears she feels the same as you. The only guidance I can give you is this. Your heart already knows what to do and will not lead you astray. All you need now is to listen to it.
I have enclosed mother’s ring. While it is ghastly, use it to purchase a ring for my future sister. Go, dear brother, and ask her to be your Andromeda.
Your loving sister,
Lucille
He knew she was right, always providing the truest insight and finest guidance. In all the times he thought he was falling in love, none compared to his affection for Josephine.
Opening the small package, he found their mother’s ring encased in an intricately carved jewelry box. While the box was beautiful, he agreed with his sister that the ring was frightful. Gazing at the ring, he pondered where to go. Placing the ring on the desk, he decided to begin his search for the perfect ring the next day. All night, his mind stirred with ideas of how to ask his dear Josephine to be his Andromeda once a worthy ring was found..
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Back at her hotel, Josephine placed Thomas’ coat over the back of her chair and bided her time to check the inner pocket until her mother had fallen asleep. As she climbed into bed, her mother brought her nightly remedy. Not wanting to anger her mother, she gripped the bedsheet tightly as the needle was administered in her other arm.
As the needle and bottle were put away, Josephine noticed the flowers again by her mother’s bedside. Whomever sent those must truly be enamored, and it delighted her heart, giving her hope that her mother would finally find someone.
She gently turned over to see her mother gazing at the flowers once more. “Mother? I am so sorry to have worried you like that. It was not my intention to cause any harm.”
Looking back to her daughter, the smile on her face dropped as she prepared the valerian tea. “You know, daughter. I only wish the best for you. The instructions from the doctors are only for your betterment.”
Although crestfallen, she knew her mother was right, as always. “I’m just so tired of doctors and hospitals.”
“I know you are, my daughter. I wish I could make it all go away, but they are necessary. The physicians here seem to have better ideas on how to help you, and we must let them do it.”
She knew there was nothing else to say. Taking the tea from her mother, she drank it without complaint, falling asleep soon after.
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Waking up to the sound of song birds, Thomas yearned to see his beloved. Taking the time to bathe and dress, he decided to surprise her at her hotel and take her to breakfast. Taking the ring, he placed it in his breast pocket.
Swiftly arriving at her hotel, he inquired with the desk clerk if she was awake. Having one of the staff check, it was only moments before Ms. Morrow arrived downstairs.
“Sir Thomas! How delightful to see you this morning.”
“Ms. Morrow, it is a pleasure to see you. I was hoping to take your daughter to breakfast? If it’s already with you, that is.”
“I’m so sorry, Sir Thomas. She is still slumbering and will not be awake for a while, but I would be delighted to join you. This would be an opportune time to get to know one another. I feel that we may be spending more time together in the near future.”
He smiled, trying to hide his disappointment in not seeing his darling. “That would be most wonderful, Ms. Morrow, and a most excellent idea.”
Taking his arm, she led him out of the hotel. “Please, call me Victoria. I insist.” They arrived at a restaurant just minutes later, being seated without hesitation. They discussed hobbies and interests. He asked questions about Josephine’s upbringing, wanting to know her better.
“To be honest, she was never a well child. Her father passed when she was an infant, and I took the burden of being mother, father, and nursemaid.” She proceeded to tell him how her daughter’s health has been poor since she was little and has steadily declined over the years. “I’ve had to play nursemaid by myself.”
They chatted away a while longer before Thomas escorted her back to her hotel, taking his leave in search of a prize.
Going from store to store, he felt more and more despondent. The staff at each store tried to be helpful, but nothing was good enough for his dear Josephine. Before returning to his rooms for the evening, he tried one last store: Hatton Garden. The gentleman behind the counter introduced himself as Harold. Harold was not much to look at, a short balding man in his fifties, but he had an immense talent for helping people find the perfect piece. He showed him his mother’s ring, hoping he could sell it to purchase a ring fit for a goddess.
“Tell me about your fair lady.” This was his trick, to use how the person felt about their beloved and match it to a ring.
“She is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld. Her eyes are blue like the ocean and sparkle like the finest stars in the sky. She loves poetry and astronomy. She is like no other I have ever met before. I want to find something unique and individual that will compliment her beauty and show that she is nothing short of a queen among peasants.”
Harold smiled. Never before had he heard such an elegant description of a fine young lady, and he knew exactly the ring for her. Retrieving it, he placed it delicately on the counter.
This was the ring. THE ring he had been searching for. The smile on his face told Harold he had chosen wisely.
“May I see the one you brought in?” Thomas placed his mother’s old ring on the counter. “Unfortunately this is all I have, but I cannot give her a ring that does not befit her beauty.” Harold picked it up to inspect it. Taking out his jeweler eyepiece, he looked closely at the stone and inspected the silver holding the gem.
“I hope you do not find me impertinent, but this setting does not do justice for such a fine ruby stone.” He looked at it further before placing it back on the counter.
“Not at all. To be honest, I find the ring itself ghastly, but I know it must be worth something.”
While the setting itself was considered junk these days (it was made mostly of cheap aluminum), the stone was worth something; however, the value fell short on the cost of Thomas’ chosen ring. There was something about him he only rarely saw in others who came to him for help and came to a decision. This young lady described sounded not only enchanting but also one of the only women worthy of a ring like this. While the gentleman in front of him would not be able to pay the actual cost of the ring, he wanted to help him.
“I do believe we can come to an agreeable arrangement.” Harold described the value of the stone in the ring brought to him. While he could not use the current setting, he could have a new setting created that would be more appealing and appropriate for the stone. “You came on a most auspicious day, my boy. For today is the only day this particular ring is on a special sale.” He told Thomas that with the sale price of the ring, it would match the amount he would pay for the ring Thomas brought in. “In fact, I would be most glad to exchange the ring you brought to me for this one. It is most fortunate you arrived this evening.”
Thomas was elated, finally having found the perfect ring for his (hopefully) future wife. Harold included a ring box befitting such a ring. To avoid theft, he placed the ring box in his breast pocket where the previous one resided.
“I cannot thank you enough, sir. You have been a tremendous help!” Harold gave him well wishes as he departed.
It was late in the day, perhaps too late to call upon his dear Josephine. Regardless, he walked to her hotel, stopping in front and peering up to what he believed to be her window. He had to stop himself from running inside, up the stairs, and to her room. He didn’t care that her health was poor and would take any time God would grant him, be it years, months, days, or even minutes and would love and take care of her.
Before the constable could be called, Thomas went back to his own hotel and spent hours working on his proposal.
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The following morning, he was ready. Placing the ring box in his jacket pocket, Tom went to the florist first. He wanted to have the perfect flowers to give her as he proposed. The florist was kind and helped pick the right flowers that would show love and affection and created a one of a kind bouquet of peonies and roses.
“Any girl who would turn you down after giving these flowers is not a girl worth having,” the florist told him.
“She’s worth much, much more than these, but I think she’ll find them adequate.” His smile was big and bright, lighting up the shop. It wasn’t hard to see how hard he had fallen for Josephine. Anyone who looked at him knew he was a man in love.
Now armed with the beautiful bouquet, he made his way to her hotel.
Once arrived, he asked for her at the front desk. “Might Miss Josephine Morrow be available? I do not wish to disturb…….”
He stopped mid-sentence when he saw the grim look on the concierge’s face. “Normally, I would not share such private information, but I have seen you and her together. She’d want you to know.”
The smile on his face dropped, his heart racing with fear, the flowers dropping to the floor. “Know what?”
The concierge took a moment to compose himself. “It was very late last night, her mother came running, asking for help to get her daughter to the hospital. I was able to find someone to take her to hospital, but when I saw her? To say she looked poorly would not do it justice.”
Before the gentleman could finish, Thomas was out the door and running to the hospital. He had to see her for himself. If she was that ill, he wanted nothing more than to be by her side. He’d never run so fast before, but it also seemed to take forever to get there. The nurse at the desk confirmed she was there and took him to her room. When he entered, she looked deathly pale. Tremors were happening at random intervals, and it was obvious she was having breathing issues.
“Her mother stepped out a few minutes ago. We urged her to get some rest. You must have just missed her.”
“What is wrong with her? Will she be alright?” She had to be alright. He refused any other outcome.
“Honestly, we don’t know. We cannot figure out the source of her ailment. If we had some idea, we might be able to do something, but I fear it may be too late.”
He was now sitting at her bedside, holding her hand. “She told me her mother had been administering medicine. Has that not helped?”
The nurse looked puzzled. “What medicine? The doctor has been very hesitant to prescribe her anything except to help her rest. If we knew what she was being given…..”
He was out the door before she could finish, knowing he needed to find the medicine her mother was administering. Why had her mother not told them? Would it not benefit to give the doctors all of the information in order to help her daughter?
Arriving back at the hotel, he told the concierge to call the police as he ran up the stairs to her rooms. Rather than knocking, he barged right in. The room was unoccupied. There were no thoughts as to where her mother might be, but he began searching every bag he could find. As he neared the desk Josephine regularly used, her mother entered the room. “I beg your pardon. What do you think you’re doing here? Why are you going through our personal things?”
“Where is it?” he demanded.
“Where is what?” She retorted.
“The medicine you’ve been administering to her? ” He continued to shuffle through papers.
“I have no idea what you are referring to, sir. I demand you leave at once!”
He turned to look at her, fury evident in his eyes. “Your daughter told me you’d been administering medication. The hospital has no record of it. Where is it? What have you been giving her?”
Ms. Morrow was frozen in place, speechless. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied the flowers he’d given Ms. Morrow to give her daughter on his behalf. They were not on Josephine’s bedside table. Rather, they were by Ms. Morrow’s. Why were they there?
He moved swiftly to the flowers. “Why are these here? They were for Josephine!” He started searching through the drawer of the nightstand, finding the items he was looking for. He pulled out the needle and a bottle of silver liquid. “What is this? What in heaven’s name have you been giving her?”
“I’m her mother! I take care of her. You have no right to question me. I demand you leave at once!” They were both flustered. Thomas examined the bottle of silver liquid, looking for any sign of a label. It wasn’t until he turned it upside down that he found a partial label that said “....cury”.
“You’ve been injecting her with mercury? Why would you do such a thing?” Ms. Morrow launched herself at him, trying to get the bottle back. He held it above her head to which she responded by slapping him several times. Before she could get in the next blow, police blew in through the door.
He directed the police to arrest her. “She’s been poisoning her daughter. I must get this vial and the needles to the hospital before it’s too late.” While two officers arrested Ms. Morrow, another officer gave him a ride to the hospital. Thomas hoped it wasn’t too late. He couldn’t bear to live without her.
Rushing to her room, he found the doctor there examining his Josephine. “This is what her mother has been administering.” He handed the bottle over to the doctor who examined it, and then sat by Josephine, holding her hand and kissed the back of it.
The doctor turned to his patient. “Is this true, Ms. Josephine?” She let out a breathy ‘yes’, unable to speak much more than that. Even in the short time he’d been at her hotel, she continued to deteriorate.
It didn’t take the doctor more than a moment to recognize the contents: mercury. Now having the missing piece of the puzzle, the doctor turned them. “This explains your symptoms, but I’m afraid they’ve progressed too far.”
“What do you mean, too far?” Thomas was angry.
“If we had known much sooner, the effects could be reversed, but at this point, there’s nothing we can do. She’s not much longer for this world, I’m afraid.”
The tears poured out of him. He gazed into his darling’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so, so sorry.”
She gathered what strength she had left, placing her palm on his face. “It is alright, darling.”
“How is it alright?”
“You’ve given me the greatest gift I’ve ever wanted. You showed me what it is to love and be loved.”
He held her other hand with both of his, tears continuing to fall. “We haven’t had enough time. We need more time!”
“Do not worry, darling. I will always be with you.”
At that moment, he remembered his original intention that morning, and pulled a small box out of his jacket pocket. She may not be long for this world, but he wanted every moment he could get.
“Dearest Josephine, I love you more than life itself. I do not care if it is only for a few minutes or a few days. Would you please do me the honor of being my wife?” He opened the box to show her the ring.
She smiled and nodded. “Yes,” she said with as much enthusiasm as she could gather. He removed the ring from the box and placed it on her finger. What he had not noticed when he purchased the ring was that the jeweler had placed a matching silver ring under the cushion, a ring for him; however, it fell out of the box, creating a clunking sound as it hit the floor. He picked it up before turning to the doctor. “Is there a parson here? I wish to marry my fiance as swiftly as possible.”
The doctor sent the nurse to find the vicar who had been visiting other patients and brought him to Josephine’s bedside. Thomas expressed his wishes, and Josephine confirmed. Both her engagement ring and the groom’s ring were placed on the open bible held by the vicar.
While they did not have a license, the vicar did not care. He quickly understood the situation and gave them a brief ceremony, marrying them in the eyes of God. At this point, no one in the room cared about the legalities. Within moments, they were married, the rings placed on their respective fingers.
From that moment on, they were not parted. He refused to leave her side for anything, standing vigil day and night, wanting to spend every possible moment with her that she had left. The only thing she asked of him was to hold her. He and the nurse moved her carefully so that he could join her in bed. Giving her a sweet kiss, he held her for the next few hours as she continued to deteriorate.
The doctor came to check on her that night. When he came back the next morning, he let Thomas know that she did not have much longer. He continued to hold her, forgetting all else. In her last moments, she looked at him. “Thomas….”
“Yes, my love?”
“I…..” She had to regain her breath for a moment. He waited patiently for her to continue. “I will always love you.”
He dared to hold her closer. “And I will always love you, in this life and the next.”
“And the next,” she repeated. “I love you.” And with those three words, she took her last breath.
The funeral was small but nice. His sister did not have enough time to be there for her brother at the funeral, but she arrived that night in order to help him pack. At his request, the concierge and staff helped to pack up her belongings so that Thomas may bring them back to Allerdale Hall. While he could no longer bring his wife, he could have some part of her there with him.
As it got deep into winter, Lucille found him up in his attic more and more to the point where he refused to leave. He had his favorite gown of Josephine’s on a mannequin in his workshop so she could watch him work. He’d explain to the mannequin what he was doing and how he was doing it, as if she were truly there with him. The most he would allow from Lucille was a blanket for warmth and the occasional tea.
He’d not been home for a month when he caught a cold. Lucille tried to urge him to take the medicinal tea and treatments to help him recover, but he had lost his will to do anything. Melancholia and grief had such a tight hold on him that he could think of nothing else but his wife and his desire to be with her again.
Lucille returned about 20 minutes later with the medicinal tea and the determination to force her brother to take it and get better. Arriving in the attic, she found he had passed, holding on to Josephine’s dress.
Knowing what he would want, she had his body brought to London and had him buried next to his wife. As there was no proper headstone for Josephine, Lucille had a double headstone fashioned for her brother and his wife, finding it the very least she could do for her dearest brother.
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Day 4 of Kinktober: Father Figure (Austin!Elvis Presley)
based on the song: father figure by George Michael
pairing: Austin!Elvis Presley x fem!reader
warning: making out, death threats, eating out, oral sex
Y/N’s POV
First of all I’m a dancer at the International Hotel and there’s always men watching the other dancers including me. Especially Elvis Presley, he comes in after his shows or when he’s staying at International for a while.
“Girls! Elvis is back!” Jessica says to the group of girls including me.
We all giggle, I wonder why he keeps on coming back?
A few girls danced their dance routine, I kinda peeked out to see where Elvis is at, he’s at a booth that close to the stage with a few men. He doesn’t look impressed at all.
“He’s out there but he isn’t impressed Joe.” I said to Josephine.
“Oh really? I’m scared about both of us now.” Josephine says.
“If he’s not impressed I wouldn’t care in the world about it.” I said to her.
“I’ll do that as well.” She smiles.
“You’re about to go on.” Robert says to me.
“Good luck Y/N/N!” Josephine says.
“Thank you!” I say back to her when I’m walking to the stage.
When the music starts, I dance to the music and notice Elvis, he looks impressed about me dancing, the men with him, they did the cat calls to me, holy shit.
When I went to the wings I can tell on every dancer’s face, he’s here to see me. But why me?
I’m getting ready to head out until Abigail walks up to me and gives me a card, it says,
“I’ve been seeing you dance for a while now and you’re beautiful, come to the booth where I was at with my buddies. - EP”
Oh god. Let’s just get this over with. I get to the booth where Elvis and the men were at and when Elvis turns and looks at me, I get butterflies, I’ve never seen him up close before.
“Hey beautiful.” He says with the most attentive voice I’ve ever heard from a man.
“Hi.” I said nervously.
“The Memphis Mafia and I have been thinking, you come to my hotel room and we’ll go from there.” He smirks.
I’m scared but ready. I join them to go up to Elvis’ hotel room, it’s beautiful! I look around the suite for a little bit, the grand piano looks gorgeous.
“It’s a Grand.” Elvis says making his drink.
“It is? It’s gorgeous.” I touch the top of the piano and looks at Elvis.
“Do you wanna play on it?” He suggests.
“Are you sure you want me to? I mean I suck at playing any piano.” I said to him.
“I want you to, everyone is good at something.” I walks up and puts his drink on top of the piano.
I sit on the chair and he sits next to me, he allows me to play first, I kinda sucked at it but he helps me. I keep looking at him, he notices me, I’ve never been so in love with someone before. He leans into kiss me, I gave in, he picks me up to put me on his couch, we make out. A little while the Memphis Mafia comes in catching us.
Ever since he’s been coming to see me dance more and more and he waits for me when I’m done dancing for the night, including when I’m done practicing for any night that the dancers and I have a show.
Sometimes the dancers suspect that I’m his slut and whore because on what we’ve been doing for a while. Even Josephine thinks that I’m his whore. I can’t believe that’s what everyone is thinking about.
I tell Elvis about it, he just wants to make me happy, so he told his crowd one night about me and he told me that people got pissed about it as well. I want to leave Las Vegas but I already can tell the news is going to be talking about me and I’ll just leave the country if I had to.
One day I just broke down, me getting pissed off at anything near me. That night, Elvis and I made love but something happens.
“Mmm baby.” Elvis moans while kissing me.
I gasp, he’s so good to me. He gets harder by the thrusts I feel inside me, I didn’t want him to stop. He starts giving me love bits on my body. I moan to every love bite he gave me. He goes done to my clit and starts to eat me out. I scream, I tug on his hair, fuck he’s good at this.
Several minutes go by and I made him stop fucking me, when looks down at me, he looks confused.
“Elvis, I can’t take this anymore.” I confess.
“What’re you mean?” He says.
“The rumors, the lies, and me getting death threats on people think I’m a slut and a whore because of us being together.” I said.
He just looks dumbfounded. I love him but I can’t stand people giving me these excuses for being with him.
“Y/N/N- I, you know that I love you and you mean the world to me, even the Memphis Mafia thinks that too.” He says.
God, I hate them so much, I’m not a whore!
“Elvis, can we not see each other in a while, I love you and all but I don’t want these rumors to be my life until the day I die.” I pet his hair.
“If that’s what you want, I won’t see you again.” He says.
“Once again, I love you but these things I’m hearing all over Vegas is tearing me apart.” I say to him.
“I love you too.” He whispered in my ear.
Eventually, the rumors died down and I feel much better! The dancers don’t think I’m a, slut and a whore, and no one is talking shit about me anymore. One night I danced and when I was dancing, I noticed Elvis watching me in the distance, I still love him no matter what but I don’t want to get death threats anymore.
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Hi can you do mafia CG! Judgement day and the rest is up too you :)
Kettle corn
CG! Mafia! Judgement Day x Little! Y/N
-Minors DNI-
Warnings: Cussing and threats of murder.Age regression like behavior and affirmation nicknames
Cold nights were the best nights for interrogations. The man was thrown on the ground, feeling the sharp rocks stick on his arm he whined in pain some and rubbed his arm staying on the ground. “Listen, listen to me please I promise I’ll have your money by next month I need more time-“ soon a sharp kick was to his chest. “We gave you time. And it’s been ran out. So cough it up old man.” The figure spoke with the purple bandana over his mouth. The other figures were searching the car finding luggage and airplane tickets.
“Trying to run out on us Robert?”
Robert, still on the rocky ground, looking up seeing the figure come closer and removed the bandana. “Rhea…” He mumbled and scooted back some. Seeing fear in his eyes only made Rhea smile. “What’s wrong Robby? Looking like you seen a ghost.” She smirked. “I’m tired of giving chances on you know that.” “Please I just need a little more time. I won’t run I promise.” Rhea just sighed and pulled out a small yet sharp knife, pointing it on Robert’s neck as Finn and Damien revealed themselves next. “You’re wasting my time Robby. You always do. But we give you break after break because you keep mentioning your family. Speaking of which, how is your family? You know the one you haven’t seen in weeks?” His eyes widened seeing he was caught in his lies. “Yea I asked some of my police dogs to run by your house and your wife was so worried. You haven’t been home in weeks. Your children haven’t seen you in weeks and you-“ she pointed the tip in his neck seeing some blood show. “-you lie to me. I take family very seriously Robby ol boy.” She hissed. He looked in her eyes seeing nothing but a black soul, bodies have seen her face before they die slow. “So what, you hop on a plane? And go where? I have connects out my ass to make sure your life is a living hell.” She continued smiling. Soon Damien felt his phone vibrate, he looked at the contact and sighed some walking away from the conflict to answer.
“Princess not now we are working.”
On the other side on the phone was their prize possession. All of theirs. Y/N pouted as she was in her big king sized bed, watching the canopy flow from the vent giving her fresh air. “But papa, where are you guys? It’s getting lates and mama said we can watch a movie…” she whined. Damien forgot about the movie night, it slipped his mind as he found out that Robert was trying to skip down from the police officers they hired. “You are right we are sorry Princesa, let me tell the rest and we will be on our way. Do you want some sweets?” He always spoils her rotten along with Rhea. “Hmm, kettle corn please?” He smiled. “Ok I’ll get it for you. But no getting outta bed waiting for us.” “Yes sir! I love you papa!” She quickly hung up getting in bed grabbing her one of many jumbo pokemon stuffed animals waiting for her caregivers to come home.
“Wrap it up.” Damien called out and Dom nodded going to get a large can out from their trunk. Gasoline. Robert watched him the whole time but was quickly back on Rhea. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch.” She hisses and puts her knife away. “You look like you need some weight off though, why don’t you have a nice stroll home.” She smiled and soon a single match was set by Finn as Dominic finished up soaking his belongings and car in the fluid. “The next time I see you, is with our funds along with you so you can keep your fucking scumbag of a life.” She whispered in his ear as he watched his car go in flames and the men walk away to their car. Rhea stood up from her knee and waved goodbye, but first turned around with dark eyes. “Another week. Or else you’re dead.” She smiles hearing the crackle of fire from the burning car. They drove away as they heard Robert cry out in anger and pain as he lost his last way to get out of his situation.
“Ok, she wanted sweets?” Rhea asked removing her bandana and putting it in the glove department. “Kettle corn, Finn did you make sure she drunk some-“ Before Damien could finish, Finn showed him a picture of the water bottle he bought her with times on it. All the way down to the bottom. “Awesome. Dom did you text drew to make sure she was finished with her activities?” Dom blinked forgetting about her homework activities, and he’s pretty sure he didn’t tell drew. “Imma take that as a no. It’s ok I’m pretty sure she finished some of it.” Damien said in hope. “Damien we were busy all day and Drew is a good babysitter-“ “Yea but we all need to make sure she does what she’s suppose to.” He said. Rhea rolled her eyes and pulled up to the side store to get the big bad of kettle corn.
Drew was knocked out on the couch, the team looking down at him in annoyance. “Well I’m glad she’s still breathing.” Damien sighed and went to get the rest of the snacks ready for her. “Drew get up.” Rhea punched him up and he jumped. “Ah fuck don’t scare me like that.” He huffed looking around. “Fuck how long was I out?” “Who knows but you’re in trouble~” Dom teased and Finn pushed him out the way. “You were suppose to be watching her.” Drew soon remembered and sighed. “My bad. I was just tired.” He soon noticed a black blanket was around him and he smiled some.
Earlier when we was watching over the house and her, he was yawning a lot as he was finishing up the dishes and getting Y/N ready for bed. She watched him the whole time rubbing his eyes and bags forming. “Uncle Drew?” She said lightly and he grumbled as he was sat down on the couch. “Sorry munchkin I don’t really feel like playing.” She smiled and nodded as she already had the blanket ready. “Mind going up to bed dear? I’ll be there I’m just getting myself together.” She nodded and laid the blanket to the side as she went upstairs slow. After a while, maybe a hour, she tip-toed back down and she saw he was out cold sleeping. She took the blanket and put it over him and kissed his cheek heading back up so he wouldn’t get in trouble for not tucking her in.
“Welp she would have been down by now if she was awake so she probably sleep.” Rhea sighs. “I’ll check.” Finn saids and he jogs up. Finn then goes in the door and she’s the bed sleeping peacefully, he smiled and slithers in. She had the covers half way on her so Finn fixed the blanket giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. A soft smile was shown after on her face as he went back to the door leaving out. “Yea she’s sleep.” He confirmed and everyone smiled. “We could just have a movie day tomorrow. Get her somebody snacks and then go to the park or something.” Rhea was planning. They come home happily to her, give her anything she needs and wants. Spoil her rotten. That was their princess. No one elses. Everyone else sees them as evil and ruthless people, but in her eyes she sees them as a safe haven, not an ounce of evil no where in sight, and they love every moment.
Nothing was better than having their princess in their arms.
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Congratulation... Captain?
AN: Chapter 2 from my long story about Andy and you. No warnings...just a little kiss
Andy x Fem!Reader
Chapter 2
She needs to look up to look into deep brown eyes. "Sullivan… What do you want?"
"Good morning to you too Captain?" his typical questioning look examines her. “Can I come in and talk to you for a moment?”
Andy opens the door so he can come in. “Something important, Lieutenant?” Robert immediately notices her subtly annoyed manner, which is why he folds his arms as he leans against the wall. “You still seem a little confused, is it because of the call 2 Days ago?
"Um…probably? Listen Robert…I still have..-" Andy is scurrying through some protocols but Sullivan suddenly puts his hand on them to stop Andy.
"It's been over a year since the divorce, I hope you're looking forward. I plan on marrying Chief Ross." Andy unconsciously looks up at him in annoyance and surprise.
"Todas las cosas buenas vienen de tres en tres….huh…" (All good things come in threes), Andy speaks clearly unimpressed.
"Hablas en serio, Andy?" (Are you serious?), Sullivan looks at her blankly. "You have to say that…" Sullivan huffs.
Now Andy looks at him pretty pissed. "Qué!? ok enought…go! Out of my office!"
"Andy I..-"..
"you are dismissed, now Lieutenant Sullivan!"
With a disappointed face he leaves the office, slamming the door.
"uuurgh" she growls to herself and puts her face in her hand, the other on her hip. The Team who finished breakfast, including you, heard almost the entire discussion.
“Is there something going on between the two of them?” you look at the Team questioningly.
"It was more like…they were married and have been divorced for over a year," Travis says, shaking his head.
"But…wasn't Captain Herrera still a lieutenant and subordinate to Sullivan, who was captain?"
"I still don't understand why they got married so quickly." Vic shrugs her shoulders.
"They were happy, it just didn't worked anymore." Warren speaks in a calm voice to mediate and change the subject. "come with probie, the hoses need to be cleaned"
Your gaze wanders to Andy in the office, but when she suddenly looks at you and stares directly into your eyes, you jump and quickly follow Warren, while Andy looks after you in confusion.
When you get to the barn, you clean the hoses, completely lost in thought. //well…despite her low rank, the captain now was dating the captain at the past…even married.// The rest of the day was pretty quiet, only a few calls were received and so everyone was able to get some rest.
At least 8 weeks passed and you have slowly but surely settled into the station. Everyone on the team genuinely supports you and Andy is slowly but surely coming to terms with her position as captain. Winter has arrived and things are also rather quiet between Andy and Sullivan. Both are focused on their work.
In the last few weeks it's just been staring. Andy knows the rules. In order not to risk anything, she tries to avoid anything conspicuous towards you and nothing more than a sweet smile happens between you.
-Aid Car19, L19, EMS19-
"Ok guys! Montgomery and Warren Aid Car, Hughes and Bishop L19! Y/N, you're coming with me! According to the interim situation report, there are several hikers who got separated and some drivers who can't get out of the snow. Act quickly and precisely. In this cold weather you all need every single bit of energy you can save!
"Always go in a team of two, never alone! If you get lost here, any rescue might come too late…". Everyone gets into their vehicles, including you and me into the EMS of the 19.
"This is my first time in the snow" you drive along the snow path in the city, it's difficult to see anything.
"Then pay attention and learn today. It will take all of your concentration." Andy looks at you and changes her gaze to the white snowy world outside.
"Captain, we were able to save the first drivers, now we'll keep looking!" Travis said.
"copy", Andy looks out the window more and more worried. "Stop here, we'll continue here on foot. Make sure we stay together and one step at a time!" Andy looks at you seriously
"understood!" You walk together along a narrow path for almost 2 hours.
"They must have passed here. They set up flags to mark them." Andy points to the small flags and the moment she approaches one flag she steps on loose ice that is hidden under the snow which breaks off and Andy literally falls backwards in slow motion before your eyes and slides down a high cliff. "Captain!!" you immediately look carefully and think about what to do. "Help…I have to get help!". You pick up the walkie talkie.
"Y/N at station 19, I need support immediately! The captain has fal-en o-f a c-i-f! I repe-d! Ca-t-in---fa---c--"
You look at your walkie talkie and shake it. "do you copy!?" Without an answer, you slowly look down in despair and see Andy lying quietly in the snow. "Come on…" You collect all the flags at the edge of the abyss to mark the spot. You also look for gasoline in one of the abandoned cars, which luckily one of the vehicles had in the trunk. "Ok…Captain!" However, you call without an answer and try to climb down the slope without any climbing gear.
You slowly come down a few steps, slide down the last few meters and immediately run to Andy.
"Captain! hey do you hear me!? wake up!" When you turn around, you see a small bloody head injury. Covered by a hidden stone under all the snow. With a hand on her neck you feel her pulse, which is there, but Andy is slowly cooling down from the cold. "Captain Herrera…please…wake up!" you pull her closer to you to warm her. "Andy…wake up…please…" She slowly wakes up and looks at you confused. "what…what happened!?" Andy slowly sits up and holds her injured head.
"You fell down a cliff and because that wasn't enough you hurt your head, you have to stay awake otherwise you might not wake up again." Andy looks at your gas and is now shaking more than noticeably.
"We have to build a fire. We need firewood." Andy stands up slowly, but immediately falls over again.
"I'm going to collect something, there's enough lying around here. The petrol will make it burn faster" you get up and collect a good amount of wood as quickly as possible and then put it together to form a fire pit. "Use just a little gas…we have to be economical in case we're stuck here for a long time." The words shock you more than they should and you look at Andy in surprise. "I tried to reach our people via radio…but I don't know if it reached our station.
Andy's whole body is shaking like never before. "w…we will die he..-"- "Nobody dies here today!" Despair spreads through you, but Andy looks at you demandingly. "We'll be saved here…we just have to hold on for a while…" Andy can hardly speak anymore because of the cold. "Come here…we should cuddle as close to each other as possible to warm each other up." Andy looks at you completely cold and you don't hesitate and sit down next to Andy, who puts her arms around you.
It's like you can hear her heartbeat, it only makes your cheeks blush even more, just like Andy's. "Feeling better?" Andy tries to smile. "my first snow call and I almost die…what a day…"
"I told you that no one would die here today…say that again and I'll stop your mouth." Andy looks at you half present. "If you die I-" you can't get any further because of Andy's lips resting on yours. It's a gentle kiss, making the blush shoot completely from your fingers to your face. "A…Andy…you hit your head" You look at her softly, whispering quietly.
"Wait…." you get up and hear a helicopter nearby. "the gasoline!" You grab the gasoline and pour almost all of it onto the wood, causing a large amount of black smoke to rise.
"I told you we wouldn't die here today!" Andy gets up and suddenly vomits. "Captain! Your head…" You can just catch her as she collapses again.The helicopter recognizes the signal and the team from Station 19 finally reaches you. Andy is taken to the hospital as quickly as possible and treated there, just like you.
After 3 days of absence, Andy finally wakes up. "hey…oh god finally! Doctor Shepperd! She's awake!" Amelia comes in immediately and looks at the values, checks her eyes and smiles. "Very good, you're out of the woods for now." Andy looks at you. "What exactly happened?" You exchange worried looks with Amelia.
"Memory loss can occur, but it shouldn't be very serious." Amelia checks some more data and then leaves the room.
"Captain…get well again quickly" You look at her with a gentle smile but Andy ignores your look. “Of course” you go off to work, not noticing Andy watching you go, completely lost in thought and touching her lips.
next chapter will comming <3
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