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Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 6

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader, 6.2k words

Warnings: Violence, Cursing

A/N: GUYS I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. But it is finally here. After this we only have one more chapter, so y'all I'm just so emotional. Thank you all for your patience and all the love you have shared. I'm so grateful. Special shoutout to @hoodeddreams13 for letting me chat them up to discuss this chapter because I was STRESSED. Anyway, sending all my love to you guys. Enjoy! - Mo

Alfie had convinced himself that he was doomed to hell for all of his evil deeds in life. The lying. The bloodshed. The rage. But perhaps he had done something good in this life. Maybe God finally took pity on Alfie Solomons. Perhaps the Angel Gabriel had put in a good word for him. He must have, because there was no other reason that he got to have the blessing of you nestled in his lap, face buried in his neck, small hand tangled in his unruly beard. He had dreamed of this forever, and now it was finally true. He never thought that he would get to have this. Warmth. Love. Safety. "Alfie? Darling where is your mind at?"

He felt your lips at his neck, and sighed, "Nowhere sweet. Just enjoying your company."

"Hmm… Alfie, I wish every moment could be just like this. I don't want to be anywhere else but here in your arms."

He shifted beneath you, to bring your face to his. Nose to nose, breathing in one breath. "My sweet girl, whatever you wish, you shall have yeah? You can stay here, right next to me. And we'll never leave this spot."

"We'll grow old here in your chair. I on your lap. Till the ages go by. And the vines and trees grow around us. And all of Camden will fall away and here we will be together."

"Exactly right my pet. Exactly right."

As if the Somme had suddenly emerged, Satan's army came hurtling through Alfie's door, with Sabini at the helm. The gun fire lit up the room, and all Alfie could hear was your screams of agony. In his arms you were no longer there. The silken white dressing gown he had just been caressing was stained crimson, and the color in your face had turned to ash. Alfie, who has never been lost for words, who has always had something on the tip of his tongue, had nothing come from his mouth but horrified screams. He kept shaking your shoulders, hoping to God that you would wake up, but your limp limbs gave nothing to life. He screamed and screamed your name, until his lungs gave way.

In a sudden jerk, Alfie sat up in his freezing room, his bare chest covered in sweat. The room was bathed in a light blue from the bright moon outside his window. He was alone, save Cyril on the floor by his bed. The house was quiet, and he was alone. You weren't there. Your lifeless body wasn't there. It wasn't real. None of it was real. The fear that took over his body from the dream shouldn't be so potent anymore. He'd had the same dream every night for the past week. And every night he woke up with his heart coming out of his throat and tears streaming down his face. And every night he would stop by the house you were put up in, patrolling around it with the man stationed there, ensuring that every door was locked.

The plan Tommy and Alfie had concocted had become a bloody mess across the city. Tommy’s men had marked every business and alcove the Sabini’s even had minimal connection to. One by one, they were blown up, burnt to the very foundation. Alfie’s boys had been performing psychological warfare as well. The major Sabini players had been followed by phantoms, never being truly alone, until they were slaughtered in their beds, door frames set ablaze. Everyone in Camden was talking about the horrific curse that befell the Sabinis. How it would soon overtake all of them. The city was simmering, about to burst through and explode. Though the Shelby and Solomons boys were making headway, Alfie couldn’t help but wait for the other shoe to drop.

This war was killing him. The business was killing him. He felt it. And you were seeing it. He was drinking more. Eating less. Even when you tried to touch his cheek, to remind him of the moment you two shared and the fact that you were still here and alive, he huffed and moved away from your caress. Your touch brought back the visions of his nightmares and the smoldering tailor shop. It was killing him. It was killing you.

Alfie had created a moat around you, keeping you at a distance and protecting you from him. You had been relegated to simply his secretary. No more. No less. No longer his confidant. No longer his support. No longer the sweetness or the warmth to his day. And while you knew that he was doing this out of fear and out of wanting to protect you, you couldn't help the feelings of rejection from rising in your stomach. You couldn't shake off the feeling that he saw you as a child. As a small ceramic doll that needed to be shielded and held in a box. He didn't look at the sketches you had drawn up for the club. He wasn't even letting you in on the meetings anymore. It was no longer just hurting you. It was now irritating.

On a cold and wet morning, you had enough. This could not stand. You were more than just a desk girl! You were not a girl who needed to be shielded damnit! During an hour you knew there was not going to be any meetings or meddlings, you knew you had your time. You pulled your sweater tighter around you, and pushed in to Alfie's office. "Alfie, we need to talk."

Alfie didn't even look up from his desk and the accounts he was checking, "Not now Ms. Abraham, I am currently checking your math. Tomorrow yeah?"

You pulled the chair out to sit, "No Alfie we need to speak right now."

His broad shoulders slacked down like weathered masts of a ship, and the breath released from his lungs was low and slow. His eyes pressed together as he scrubbed his face. Looking out the window of his office, rubbing his unkempt beard, "What could possibly need discussing now? You already finished all the work I gave you. And there are no more meetings. You can go home."

You wrapped your arms around yourself, the room freezing but your neck hot, "That's exactly it Alfie. You are treating me like a simple secretary."

"You are a secretary love."

"Let me rephrase for you. You are treating me like an idiot. An idiot secretary. You're treating me like a child."

Alfie just stared at you, eyes smoldering like kindling in the stove. He stayed silent, lips tight, you couldn't even tell if he was breathing. If you didn't know him you would think that he was going to fire you. But this was just Alfie. He was thinking. Plotting his next move in this eternal game of chess. Maybe if you were a more ruthless and emotionless player you would have kept you mouth shut. But who cares about winning a chess game when your heart is being chipped at slowly and painfully.

"Alfie, You shut me out. If... if what happened in the jewelery shop was a mistake -"

"It wasn't a mistake."

You paused, staring into his eyes, but he merely nodded at you to continue. "Alright. Well... if it wasn't a mistake. Why are you shutting me out? Why aren't you... letting me be your secretary like I have been all this time. Who does this benefit Alfie? Because you look even worse every day and... well Alfie I feel alone. I feel alone Alfie. I'm scared. I don't know what is going on. I feel lost. And you aren't sharing with me what I need to know. Do you think i can't do this job anymore?"

Alfie stood up, going to the window, looking out at the rain tapping the window and stones below. Though you were screaming inside for a response, you knew this movement. He was thinking, calculating. Trying to figure out the right thing to say to you in this moment. He turned to you, then walked to the door of his office, "Tea?"

It was so odd watching him make his and your tea. Frankly, you didn't even know that he had remembered how you took your tea. It was perfect. Though it was the perfect cup, and the atmosphere should have made a comfortable and relaxing time, your brow was still furrowed, confused as to what Alfie was playing at. He was drinking his own tea, staring at you in between the breaks of his scribbling in the notebook.

After what seems like hours, he finally paused, "Alright treacle. Let's talk business."

"Business?"

"Yes my dove, because what we have here yeah, is quite a bit of a conundrum so to speak."

He took a long drag of his tea before setting it back down and beginning again, "Now...treacle. Like I said yeah? We have a great conundrum. Because you... my viper... have performed a feat like none other. You yeah, have become two people at the same time."

"What are you talking about?"

“Just listen alright? Now, not only are you a damn good secretary… a very damn good secretary; but you are also someone I have grown rather… fond of.”

"Just fond?"

"Actually a third thing too, a pain in my ass. Damn woman I am trying to talk to you! Shit! Listen! I... may... feel quite fond of you. And in this business.. it is very dangerous to have people who you are fond of. Much more dangerous to have people know about your fondness for others. Now... do you understand what I'm saying treacle?"

Eyes wide, playing with the loose string on your sweater you nod and Alfie grunts in assent. "So you see my dove, I am very very fond of you. In fact it makes me absolutely sick. But... I don't want my fondness for you, to affect your safety. You understand? So that is why I have been... more reclusive."

Alfie watched you nod, your eyes wandering to the corner of the office where some spiders had begun building the foundation of their new home. He watched the quirk of your lips, and waited. You weren't about to agree. "Well... Alfie... what if you weren't the only one who was deeply fond of someone? Hmm? What then?"

"Well that would be a problem right? Because that would be a mutual deep fondness and it would be highly innappropriate."

"Why?"

"Because you are a good girl and I am a bad man."

"I don't care."

"Well you should."

"I don't."

"Well fuck treacle it is entirely out of the fucking question. It doesn't matter who is fond of who it does not matter. What matters right? What really matters, is that I keep you safe, and you get to walk out of this office and find someone your age and who is not damned to the fucking gates of hell!"

"I don't care! I don't fucking care! Because even if you are damned to hell, I have been living in one! You think you keeping me in a box will keep me safe and make me happy? I'm alone! I'm scared! And the one person in this whole fucking world who makes me feel safe is keeping me at a distance!"

Tap

The large drops of soft rain trickle down the steamed up window panes like tears from God. And soft blue light of the covered sun illuminates the storm brewing behind Alfie's eyes and the gale force winds sighing from his lungs. These past few weeks you have felt like one of those palm trees you saw in a painting in your childhood books. Swaying in the wind of Alfie's hurricane. You were in the eye of it. You were the eye. The small bit of calm in the center of the madness. But one move to the left or right would put you in the throws of it, threatening destruction and death. Yet it was suffocating in the center. No where to move. All the oxygen being sucked out.

"Alfie... don't keep me away. I can't stand it."

Alfie never took his eyes off you. In his stomach he felt as if rocks had taken up residence. There were so many things he wanted to say. So many things he wanted to do. He loved you. He loved you and he couldn't say anything about it. He couldn't for a million and one reasons and yet it was cutting him up inside to hold in this declaration. He loved you more than anything in this world, and he would absolutely evaporate if anything happened to you. And that is why he couldn't love you. That is why he couldn't say anything. But God did he want to take your tears. To hold you in his chest, to kiss you and tell you that everything was going to be ok. That he would kill every person who even looked at your house or you. That he could do it. That he could change the tides if it meant you were happy. If he could have you... you would never want for anything again.

But that's not what is best for you is it?

With a grunt Alfie stands up, motioning for the door as the clock struck 2, "Come on darling... let's get you home. "

Alfie's heart cracked into two pieces when he saw that first rivulet fall down your cheek. Silent tears that never ended all the way home. He thanked God that you let him walk you up to the door, but was not shocked when you walked in without another word. As Alfie turned back around to head back to the car, your father stopped him, "Mr. Solomons... won't you come in for something warm?"

Alfie had this house furnished and ready for the family in the wake of the fire. But your family brought another level of color and warmth that could never be bought, and it brought back memories of his mother so vividly in his mind. It was warm and rich, and the tea provided by your father was strong and invigorating, much like him. Alfie hadn't noticed how much Esther favored your father. The crease in the brow was carbon copy, and Alfie had to supress a smile on his lips when he made the realization. After the formalities often afforded to business associates, your father spoke, "Mr. Solomons... I will be candid... I know that my daughter works as your secretary. And I know that Eli works in your shops."

Alfie slowly blinked. Nothing could be said, and he had prepped already for this exact scenario millions of times.

Leaning back, letting his hands rest on his stomach, your father continued with a sigh, "And...man to man... I know that my daughter not only loves her job... but also Mr. Solomons... loves you. And I suspect, that you have loved her and do now. Yes?"

This was not something Alfie had prepared for.

"Please do not deny Mr. Solomons. Though you are a gangster you are a man and I have seen many a man fall over their feet for my eldest but you," pointing his finger at Alfie, "you have done more than trip over feet. You love her. Do you deny it?"

"No Mr. Abraham. I don't."

"You want to ask me for her hand in marriage?"

"Fuck me."

"Please Mr. Solomons, Mrs. Abraham will have a fit if she hears that talk. What do you want with my daughter? She will not be made a fool."

Alfie waved his hands in the air, trying to clear out the fog in his mind, "No Mr. Abraham I- yes. Yes Mr. Abraham, I love your daughter very much. More than I should. More than I deserve. If I were a better man I would... I would have married her weeks ago. Proper marriage. Proper ceremony. Or whatever she wanted it doesn't matter to me. She... she's the best moment of my day and the worst is when she leaves. She gives me a headache every time she argues with me but makes me feel better than I have since I was boy right? But I can't love her proper. I can't give her the life she deserves Mr. Abraham because of the nonsense that I bring. Mr. Abraham I'm man enough to say that I don't deserve her. But I'll protect her and your family until a better man comes along."

Your father hummed, looking into Alfie's eyes, as if reading all the other words that Alfie couldn't say. "You know... Mr. Kahn... he told me when I was a young man... that it is often the people who are most deserving of love who think that they don't deserve it. It is the most bravest people who think they are not brave. And the best people who think they could be better. And I wonder... Mr. Solomons... if you have forgotten that love is not a token something to be earned, but rather a gift which is freely given. It's there whether we think we deserve it or not."

Your father put a finger up to Alfie, and tip toed to the cabinet to pull out a clandestine box of cigarettes and match. Handing one to Alfie he says, "Mrs. Abraham has been trying to get me to quit for 30 years and I can't shake it. Indulge with me won't you?"

Alfie greedily sucked in the smoke, as if sharing a secret with a classmate. After a few moments puffing in silence, your father spoke up again, "My daughter is very stubborn as I'm sure you know. My wife and I know she loves you but she cannot say it to herself. She's never been good with admitting a vulnerability like that. But she will. But she won't if you keep pushing her away Mr. Solomons. And I'm sure the last thing you want is for her to be far from you yes?"

Alfie nodded in assent, reeling from this conversation. Your father's large cheeks raised in a smile, nearly concealing his eyes, "Good then. Now Mr. Solomons. regarding your shirts, Eli will be by your house at 8pm with a pack. And I’ve taken the liberty of adding a more secure button and stitch pattern.”

As he turned away he added, “I think you’re a better man than you give yourself credit for Mr. Solomons. Don’t let fear get in the way of life. We’ll all be ok.”

Alfie nodded once again, placing his fingertips on the ornate mezuzah on the doorframe. Feeling a strange peace wash over him as he touched his fingers to his lips. On the drive back to the office and the drive back home, he thinks about what your father said, the way he was welcomed into the home and table. Maybe this could work. Maybe… maybe this war could end. And he could keep you safe. And he could make you happy. Maybe… maybe it will work.

The next day when you came to work, Alfie was already in, talking to Ollie and Ishmael, maps and ledgers all over the place. The fire in the stove by your desk had already been lit and brought to vibrant life. A small bouquet of lavender and baby's breath was at bright attention in a chipped cup on the desk, right next to a blueberry scone and a little note reading 'Can't do this without you' in large and jagged neat script. "Ah treacle! Shalom. Ollie, Ishmael that will be all, get to it yeah? I want proof of death by this evening. Treacle come in please?"

You walked in tentatively, nodding and saying good morning to Ollie and Ishmael as they left. As you take you seat, Alfie is pouring out your tea and putting out the cigar he had been nursing all morning. "Here you go love, drink that down. Listen... I've been doing some thinking... and as much as it stabs me in my cold rotten heart... I do believe you are right, and I'm in the wrong."

Your tea must have been poisoned, because you spluttered at Alfie's admittance, "Alfie? Are you not well? Are you dying?"

Alfie rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small chuckle that spilled out, "No I'm not dying you vile woman! I'm apologizing! Wipe your mouth darling you'll drip on your nice dress. Like that by the way, is that new? Anyway treacle. I have been keeping you away from things. I am fond of you I worry about keeping you safe and away from the mess. I know you ain't a child, but I can't help but feel rather responsible for you. Especially now that your family knows that you're working for me."

"He told you?"

"Yeah, yeah he did treacle. Real shit espionage on your part dear, you will not be given any jobs that require being discreet love I'm sorry, but frankly you cannot lie worth a damn."

Your nostrils flared at the dig at you, but you couldn't help the smile at the corner of your lip due its' truth. Alfie continued on, "This war love, it ain't nothing new to me. And it is necessary for both me and the Shelbys. The Sabinis are right rats and I'm quite sick of their activities. If I am too... rough in my handling of you I am sorry, I do want you in this, and I can't do it without you. But I need you safe. Understand?"

Your eyes bore into his, and he was teetering on the thin line of relief and vomiting due to his new found vulnerability. "So you won't send me home early anymore? We'll go back to business as usual?"

"Yeah... If you'll have me."

You bit your lip, trying to hide your happiness and relief, "I think that is amendable to me."

You shook hands, and shivered slightly at the renewed contact that you had secretly craved for weeks. With a quick release of breath and a final firm squeeze of your hand, Alfie released reluctantly, "Beautiful. Get your little notebook and get comfortable love. We have a lot of business to attend to."

Did you ever. You had mistakenly thought that though Alfie had been sending you home, he was handling everything swimmingly. However, Alfie was actually about to collapse under the amount of plates he was spinning. You reorganized his calendar. Argued at length about the numbers and the accounts until they were perfectly balanced. You reviewed the designs for the gaming club, now named Crown and Horse, and chastised Alfie for failing to choose the wallpaper despite opening night coming in three weeks. More had been accomplished in a single day than had been done in the past week, and you both were abuzz. Alfie could not deny the fact that he had felt better than he had in weeks having you back in his atmosphere. He felt lighter. He laughed easier even if it was at his own expense. Looking at the way your eyes danced along the pages and listening to the ringing of your voice as you hollered and laughed brought him more bliss than any rum or draught that could be cooked up.

As the weeks went by, more and more Sabini strongholds and hiding spots were blown to pieces. More and more Sabini men and soldiers were driven mad by the dark spectors haunting their steps, until they were quietly taken in the night. You were aware of it all, through the whispers in the street and the information Alfie shared with you. The tailor shop was nearly finished, but business was booming more than it had in years. Whether it was due to people feeling sorry for the fire or due to peoples new found respect in the family's tie to Solomons, you couldn't tell. But your father looked more settled than he had in ages, and that was enough for you.

Opening night of the gaming club was to be a grand affair. The Shelby boys had opted to hire a band to play, and gaming tables were to be pushed to the sides to keep room open for dancing. Despite protestation from you, snow would be available along with good drink, anything to keep the crowd raucous and loose lipped. “The only difference between high brow and low brow people treacle, is how willing they are to get their good clothes dirtied up.”

Alfie had asked to escort you to opening night, you tried to decline, as you had nothing quite so suitable for an event. But Alfie scoffed, suddenly producing a wine red evening dress, with nearly black beads dotting the dress, catching the light to look like the night sky. Of course, you scolded him harshly, it was not in the budget you had set for the opening. Alfie smirked, touching the gold locket,that he refused to take back, on your neck, “There’s always room in the budget. I’ll pick you up in the car. 7. Make sure that locket stays on yeah?”

The last ‘date’ you had been on was a abject disaster. You were 17, and your date reeked of cigarette smoke and paint thinner. He took you to the pictures, where he proceeded to kiss a girl who sat next to him on the other side. To add insult to injury, Eli sat behind you to see the entire thing, and swiftly began to punch the living daylights out of your date. Eli did win, but did sport a black eye for a good while, and teased you about him for years to come.

Not that this was a date! This was not a date! This was merely a business event. A business event with your very handsome boss in a dress that he bought that just happened to be the perfect fit.

Or so you argued with Eli as he teased you from your doorway watching you pin your hair up. “Uh-huh of course. So do you think that Alfie will propose to you tonight? Or is the little locket the sign you’re using for your betrothal?”

“Get out! God don’t you have anything better to do?!”

“Mmm no Im off today. Watching you put more effort into your appearance then you ever have in your life is amusing to me.”

You spun around, “I look terrible don’t I? I look ridiculous! Oh damnit that’s it when Alfie comes you will have to tell him I caught a pox or something!”

Eli threw his head back hollering in laughing, throwing himself on your bed, “Oh my gosh!! Dear heart you don’t look ridiculous!!! You look nice!! Like a regular star! I’m only teasing you. Please please you must go. I don’t think a pox lie would keep Alfie from pushing his way into the house to get to you anyway.”

Watching him from the mirror you said, “You don’t think so?”

“Alfie? No nothing. And I don’t think it’d keep you from seeing him either. Am I wrong?”

Your head fell on the desk, “Eli… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what?”

“I don’t know if… I’m allowed to feel… the way I do.”

“Well you have to say it in order to know if it’s right.”

You turned to face him, “Eli,.. I feel… home. I feel like I’m right where I need to be when I’m with him. And I want to be next to him all the time. I don’t like not being near him. It feels like… I’m missing my favorite book. I’m still me if I’m not with him. But I’m always searching for him.”

With a soft smile Eli responds, “and why wouldn’t you be allowed to feel like that?”

“Because… well… I don’t want him to feel responsible for me. He has enough to deal with.”

Eli looked around the room, waving his hands, “Well… he did all this… and had only asked that you don’t quit. So… not that I don’t think you’re smart… but I don’t think you’ve really thought it through… it seems… like you’re looking for a reason to not love him so that you don’t feel vulnerable… am I wrong?”

Chewing on the nail of your thumb, a persistent habit you've tried to kill for years, you mumble out, "I hate it when you do that."

Eli merely smirks, mirth glittering in his eyes, "What is a brother for if not to see you past your walls? Now!" Eli stands grandly, as if finishing a fabulous routine for a crowd, "It's nearly seven mouse. Finish up so Mr. Solomons isn't kept hostage by Esther for too long."

You waived him away giggling as the memory of Esther attempting to put fake rouge on Alfie glimmers in your mind. Eli was right. He usually is, as infuriating as it is. While you had lulled yourself to sleep with fantasies of loving Alfie fully and replayed the moment in the jewelry shop every quiet moment you had and felt Alfie's breath on your neck with every whisper of the wind... you never allowed yourself to truly imagine and consider love. Never allowed yourself the pleasure of the thought of him loving you. But.

If he does.

If Eli is right.

If Alfie Solomons loves you.

And you love Alfie Solomons.

Who is to say that you can't be together.

What is to keep you apart?

What is to make love unsafe?

Your reverie and final touches are interrupted by sweet Esther bounding in joyfully, "He's here!! Mr. Alfie is here!"

She pauses at your seat on the vanity, mouth agape, teddy dragging on the floor from where it hung from her grasp, "Wow... you look like a princess..."

You laughed out, gathering Esther in your arms to carry her downstairs, "Well thank you my sweet girl. But surely not as beautiful as you."

She sqeauled and giggled as your pressed kisses to her chubby cheeks, dark red lipstick smudged on. Alfie's eyes were drawn away from Eli's story to land squarely on you and Esther. It was as if everything melted away. You were always beautiful. Always. Not a single moment was different. But in this moment you were otherworldly. Your beauty was only enhanced and amplified with the fine clothes and extra time put into your makeup and hair. The smile you had on your face was radiant and true. The love in your heart shone out adding a glow around you. Alfie wanted to live in that glow forever. Eli stopped talking and smiled at you as he watched Alfie walk towards you like a man in a trance. When you finally set Esther down, you turned in a circle, letting Alfie get a full view, "Is this ok Alfie? You don't think it's too much?'

Alfie shook his head, motioning for you to spin again, "It's absolutely perfect. You look like a right star. Every man will want to dance with you sweet."

You chuckled, "Well they'll be disappointed won't they? I only dance for one man."

For the first time in his life, Alfie felt a blush rise in his cheeks. He had never been flustered before. Silently, he grabbed your hand and pressed a whiskered kiss to your knuckles before leading you out. You waved by to Eli and Esther, excited for the evenings festivities.

You were shocked that the floor hadn't broken underneath you. It was packed. It was alive. It was proving a success. The band John Shelby had booked was relatively new but had shown the crowd the best time they would ever have. The dance floor was vibrant with sequined and bejewled bodies. Gaming tables were sending men to the grave and to Olympus in equal measure. Drinks were flowing like a river, and no one was exempt from its effects. When the Shelby boys whisked Alfie away for drinks and business, you were quickly adopted by Esme, Ada, and Polly. And though you knew that the Shelby - Solomons relationship was at some moments rocky, you felt immediate connection with the women, and knew in your heart that a friendship with them would be more than just business. Your face was hot and your body was buzzing from the energy in the room. You and Ada became fast friends, dancing and twirling like silly girls in the playground. Soon enough you collapsed into barstools laughing and whispering about the scenes surrounding you. But soon enough, your conversation with Ada was cut short by a warm and calloused hand on your shoulder. Looking up you see Alfie's glowing eyes and flushed cheeks. Ada smiled and slipped away as Alfie leaned in to your ear whispering, "Dance for me?"

You nodded, allowing yourself to be pulled from your seat to the center of the dance floor. You felt weightless as you were sucked into Alfie's embrace. A slower number was being played by the band, and though you were surrounded by couples, you would never have known. All you could sense was Alfie around you. In any normal circumstances you would have scolded Alfie for holding you so possesively in a public setting, it was improper. But you couldn't care. How could you, when your body was wrapped in Alfie's strong arms, your fingers raking through his hair, and his beard scratching against your cheek. How could you care when you were living in heaven.

"Are you having a good time my sweet girl?" Alfie husked in your ear.

You smile, bringing his nose to yours to whisper against his face, "Yes, now that you're here. Only one thing could make it better Alfie."

"What's that?"

You force your eyes to meet his storming ones, letting your hand run through his beard, "A kiss."

Alfie's large hand slides to the back of your head, making a mess of the pins holding your hair. His face came to yours, kissing you fiercely, and all the months of waiting, debating, and worrying finally melted away. You let your hands rush into his hair, mussing it as you have longed to do for nights and nights and nights. Sweet and tender and hungry and longing, Alfie's lips against your own was the only thing you could understand in that moment. It was the only thing you could comprehend. Pulling away, Alfie huffed out, "Fuck..."

You laughed at his toussled visage, "Is that all it takes to make you silent Mr. Solomons?"

His eyes grew dark, and you suddenly felt a thrill in your stomach, "Careful treacle might just have to do that again."

Alfie was reaching for you again when a commotion began at the bar.

On top of the crowded bar was Sabini, with a gun pointed directly at you. You could see Tommy pushing people out of the way telling them to get out, trying to get to Alfie. John and Arthur and other Peaky boys were fighting men off, trying to pull down Sabini

"SOLOMONS! You think this is how business is done?" Sabini howled from his place on the bar. "You think you can do this to me? You think this is how you kill a Sabini? You think I'll let a bitch destroy this business? I'll kill you all!"

Bang. Bang.

You fall to the ground. The smell of smoke and iron filled the air. You felt warm liquid on your body, and the sound of people screaming and running fill your ears.

But no pain. No fading and no light coming towards you. A heavy weight is on you groaning out your name. It takes a few moments to understand what was on you.

Alfie.

Your body suddenly awakens. Sabini was on the ground, pale and being carried out by his men leaving a trail dark blood in his wake. Alfie had pushed you to the ground to take the shot meant for you, covering your body with his in his fall. You pushed yourself out from under him, holding his face in your hands, screaming above the crowd, "Alfie! Alfie look at me!"

His eyes were searching for you, "Treacle... treacle you alright love?"

"Alfie you stupid stupid man why did you do that! Alfie please!"

He smiled weakly, "It's alright sweet girl. Old Alfie's alright. Barelt a scratch on me love. Couldn't let my best girl get hurt yeah?"

You looked down at his stomach, a sickly red bloomed on his crisp white shirt. Not a scratch. Not alright. You felt the tears streaming down your cheeks, "Alfie we need to get you to a doctor. We need to go now."

Alfie shook his head, raising his hand to your trembling face, "Nah... I don't think so sweet girl. Just give me a moment. Just let me look at your sweet face for a little. Just give me a moment."

Alfie's eyes fluttered shut as he passed out. Shaking, you began screaming his name, "Alfie... Alfie! Alfie wake up!! Ollie!!! Ollie fuck get over here! Somebody help!!! Somebody please help!!!"

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munsons-melody · 3 months

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the russian starlette (prelude)

summary: after taking a job at starcourt, you accidentally get entangled with russians underneath the mall who decided to experiment on you, causing you to gain telekinetic powers

pairing: female!henderson!reader x eddie munson x steve harrington?

cw: none

word count: 1.0k

a/n: this part of the fic takes place in s3/the summer of 1985 and follows the storyline of s3 closely

✰ part one: the prelude

✰ part two: the experiment

✰ part three: the return (coming soon)

masterlist

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。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

god you wish you never took that stupid job at starcourt mall, but steve was a little too convincing...

"c'mon y/n, we'll go in, apply to a couple of places and if we hear back that's great and then you can save up for a car and i'll save up for college or whatever" steve explained as you sat in his car outside the mall

the engine was turned off, leaving you to contemplate in the silence, your head leaning against the window and your body facing him in the drivers seat

"i don't know steve... a job at the mall?" you questioned and he looked at you with eyes sweeter than honey

"look, you've been saying yourself you feel bad i'm driving you everywhere and that your mom would meet you halfway on the price of a car" he said, using your own words against you

"yeah and eddie's not around to drive me too" you said sadly

you sighed

okay fine, part of the reason you didn't want to get a job at starcourt was because your boyfriend eddie was touring around america with some new band called guns n' roses and it made you feel like the biggest loser that you're stuck in the the middle of nowhere indiana working at a mall

but you knew steve was right, and that you couldn't depend on eddie to drive you to school anymore, and that you felt bad that steve had been driving the two of you around the past few months

you knew you needed the independence so you sighed, and got up, your back cracking a little in the process

"fine, let's go get a job but i'm not dealing with anything with food" you said as the two of you got out of the car and shut the doors

"yeah i'm sorry but you really just can't cook for shit" steve laughed and the two of you started walking inside

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

after a month at working at the gap, and seeing your paycheck, things weren't too bad working at the mall

steve got his job at scoops ahoy and luckily, his schedule somehow coincided with yours so he would drive the two of you

you had talked to eddie a few times over the past week, last time you guys spoke he said he was somewhere on the east coast and he was very happy for you and your new job

of course, you still felt like a loser working at the gap in hawkins while your boyfriend is an actual rockstar but steve made the mall bareable

plus, you finally became friends with robin, a girl you would always see around school but never talked to

the three of you would hang out constantly, and you were just happy in your little life of sneaking into the movies with them, or when steve would finish up before you and bother you in the store by trying on random clothes to keep you entertained till you left an hour later

that was until dustin came home from summer camp

you had finished up early at your shift at the gap, and walked over to scoops ahoy to bother steve and robin for the remainder of their shifts

it was nearing dinner time, meaning, most people weren't getting ice cream to eat, leaving the shop empty but you heard the three of them bustling around in the back

you rang the bell, and steve opened up the small window that separated the back room from the front counter

"oh hey y/n, we're just uh- doing stuff back here..." steve said, glancing behind him and then back to you

"wait it's y/n?" you heard dustin say and suddenly his face appeared next to steve's

"come back here, quickly and calmly, i need to tell you something huge" dustin said and you did as you were told

a few minutes later, dustin had explained how he picked up a russian transmission, and that they were trying to crack a secret russian code

hours after hours, you continued to listen to the same message over and over again till eventually you all figured out they were talking about the mall

which led you to the next problem, getting past the big scary russian with a big gun guarding the door

"or i could take him out" steve said nonchalantly

"take who out?" robin questioned

"the guard?" steve replied

"did you forget the part about the big gun?" dustin asked with an annoyed tone

but that guy was the least of your worries

after the secret elevator plummeted down to a crash on the bottom floor, and all five of you slipped through the elevator doors, you were on to finding more of the russians underneath starcourt

after walking for what seemed like miles, you all stumbled upon the hub full of russian guards, scientists, doctors, along with the comms room

and of course chaos ensued again

once in the comms room, you were taken aback by seeing someone in the room with you

robin tried to say the code to the russian man before steve started screaming and charged at the man, knocking him out

"you did it! you won a fight!" dustin exclaimed before a bigger issue caught your eye, the russian's were attempting to open the gate with a large machine which instantly made your stomach drop

alarms started blaring when the guards noticed the five of you, causing panic to ensue and everyone started running

your heart was pounding as everyone scrambled to outrun the guards, steve knocking over giant steel barrels in attempts to slow them down when you all ran into a room, slamming the door behind you

steve pressed his body against the door to keep it shut

"help me!" he yelled as the you and robin ran to him, pressing against the door with all your might

you watched as dustin and erica climbed up stairs and started descending into a hole in the floor

the weight of the guards pushing back seemed to be getting greater and greater

"i'll never forget you!" dustin screamed

"go!" you all screamed in unison as dustin shut the hatch

the guards eventually pushed open the door, causing everyone to go flying

it all went in slow motion as they opened the door, the weight of the push had sent your body flying to the wall, knocking you into complete darkness

to be continued…

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itjazzbicch · 10 months

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Will You Be Mine?

Pairing: Fuegoleon Vermillion x Fem Reader

Summary: Being long-time friends with both Fuegoleon and Nozel, the reader catches the friends/rivals arguing about something they brushed aside, later learning during a royal banquet that the argument involved her...

Warnings: Just fluff! (There is also a photo of a dress that the reader wears!)

Word Count: 1.7k

"Heh, I find that funny, Fuegoleon."

"And why is that so funny, Nozel?"

Now, I've known for a long time that Fuegoleon and Nozel were friends, but rivals, bickering with one another, yet again.

Making my way over, they were so busy arguing over whatever that they didn't notice me coming up behind them, plucking the back of their heads:

"The royal banquet is today, don't the two of you know? Don't you think that you have better things to do rather than stand around and argue?"

"My apologies," Fuego said first, rubbing the back of his head and suddenly, they both grew quiet, turning away from one another when I asked:

"What are you two arguing about this time, anyways?"

"Nothing," Nozel answered quietly, unable to hide the redness in his cheeks, as well as Fuego, who answered:

"Yes. It was nothing."

"You're both terrible liars," I huffed, rolling my eyes, accepting their answers for now, and changing the subject, "So, you two taking anyone to the banquet?"

"Uhhh-," They both were stuttering at the same time, Nozel being the first to think of something:

"You'll just have to wait and see. Speaking of, I'm going to get ready for the banquet."

"As am I!" Fuego answered, flashing a quick smile before they both ran off, "We'll see you later tonight, Y/N."

"Okay, see you guys," I waved softly, waiting for them to disappear before I said to myself, "Well, that was really weird."

I figured there was no point in worrying about their bickering and so, much like Nozel, I went off to get ready for the banquet.

Deciding to keep my hair down, add some light makeup, and finally get to wear the dress I picked out. I'd been dying to wear it since I laid eyes on it and when I made my way inside the royal castle, I'd never felt so nervous.

"My, you look so beautiful, Captain Y/N..."

Having all eyes on me in a new way made me a bit anxious, but a small smile on my face as I did appreciate all the compliments.

Making my way through, I felt some relief as I spotted Nozel and Fuego by the stairs, coming over and teasing:

"Were you two being so weird earlier because you two don't have dates?"

I only laughed as their faces turned pink, but freezing as Nozel stood alongside me.

"Never mind that," On my side, he helped me with the longer part of my dress so I could head up the stairs, saying more softly to me, "You look stunning, Y/N. Shall we head in?"

"S-Sure," I blushed, "And thank you, Nozel."

"Of course," Heading up the first few steps, I noticed Fuego on my other side too, helping with my dress and offering to me:

"Shall we have a glass of wine when everything begins? It is a tradition of ours now."

I could never say no to his smile, nodding and stepping inside with them, "Can never break that tradition."

The three of us together always ended up being a fun time, getting our wine, making a toast to a good evening and that's exactly what it was. Dinner was delicious, I also got to see some other friends of mine and it was nothing short of spectacular.

The moonlight and stars were beginning to illuminate the dance floor, countless couples and friends enjoying their own dances.

At that moment, I was still chatting with a friend, not noticing what was coming my way till my friend tapped my shoulder, holding her mouth and giggling at my flustered face once I saw Fuego making his way over with a rose.

"That's all on you," She teased, leaving once Fuego approached me.

I couldn't stand looking stupid like I felt I was, trying to make small talk, "Are you enjoying the banquet? Sorry for leaving you and Nozel-"

"You're fine, dear," He smiled, his voice making my heart flutter, skipping beats as he continued, "I was just wondering if you would like to make my night even better and dance with me."

Offering the rose, I caressed his hand while accepting, holding his free hand with the other, "A dance with you would be lovely, Fue."

Holding hands, we made our way to the dance floor, I was always locked into the beautiful purple of his eyes, my body flowing naturally with him as we began to dance. The sound of the piano and violins was the guide for me.

Only able to focus on him and the music, a bright smile began to break out on my face, giggling during some twirls, but losing my breath when he dipped me down quickly, noses almost touching.

My quick breaths caught his attention, his pupils expanding a little with his words, "I'm sorry if that startled you."

"Just a little," I chuckled, fixing our postures and once I was standing straight, I rested my head on his chest. He was so warm, arms keeping me close as we began to sway, smiling once again, "I'm still having such a good time."

"As am I," He cooed, kissing the top of my head, making my world pause.

I was seeing a new side of Fuego tonight and after processing that small kiss, I picked my head to lock eyes again, but his eyes were fixed on something else.

The smirk on his face too, was confident, but not in a good way in my eyes. Following the direction he was staring in, I found Nozel in a corner, arms crossed, with a mean look on his face as he watched us.

Taking a moment to think, I thought of their argument earlier in the day, and how they acted so weird around me. Now, dancing with Fuego and they're still exchanging dirty looks across the room?

Stepping back, it all made sense in my head and it sparked some anger, Fuego noticing quickly:

"Is everything alright, Y/N?"

"I need a moment to myself," Clenching the rose that I still had, I turned my nose at him and marched away, making sure to quickly disappear from his sight with all the bodies on the floor.

Heading up another flight of stairs in the castle, I found a nice balcony where I could barely hear the music. At least the night sky wasn't disappointing, staring at the stars and thinking to myself.

Nozel and Fuego were fighting over me and Fuego decided to make a truly romantic moment into some kind of challenge?

I was ready to throw the rose that he gave me, raising my arm, but stopping at the sound of footsteps:

"Y/N? What's the matter? I figured I'd come and check on you."

Of course, Fue had to come after me.

With my hands finding my hips, I was as stern as I was while scolding my squad when needed, looking him dead in the eye and asking if my assumption was true:

"Did you ask to dance with me and nearly kiss me just to poke at Nozel? Be honest."

Letting out a deep sigh, he was thinking of how to answer my question, beginning:

"There's no point in lying, we had been arguing because we both wanted to ask you to the banquet. That is true."

"And the dance?" I wanted nothing but the truth, showing him how I was paying close attention during our dance, letting out some emotion, "I saw you shooting looks at him. I hope you know that I'm not just some prize that you win for playing some game-"

"No, you're not," He said quickly, coming and taking my hands, "But if there are others who want you, I would like to be the one who wins your heart."

This time, I had nothing to say. Our tight bond was undeniable and I wish I had noticed the motive for their weird behavior sooner, but I decided to stay quiet, listening to what he had to say:

"I will admit, how we went about the ordeal was immature. I should've just grown the courage to come and ask you. So now, I will be brave and ask you."

"Ask me, what?" I whispered, the light breeze behind me mixing with anxious anticipation made me shake some, especially when he asked:

"Will you be mine, Y/N?"

Gosh, did he make me weak, but I didn't want to fall so easily. I wanted to see if he'd prove his words to be true to the heart, offering my hand:

"Prove your words to be true with one last dance. Just you and me."

"I'd be more than happy to," He smiled, truly confident this time, which made my heart fill a little lighter.

The music from downstairs was faint, but just enough as began to dance under the stars, and this time, I noticed how much smoother he was moving, focusing his entire being into this moment, and it was the most beautiful moment I had shared with someone.

Gradually, the music grew faster, as did our tempo, spinning, and with the sudden ending, Fue dipped me down again, but this time, his nose brushed past mine.

My lips never felt something so soft, growing deeper with his arms bringing me into his embrace, locking me in and showering me with every drop of passion that he had to offer, opening my heart like a door, arms around his neck and holding on as tight as I could.

When our lips parted, my eyes were still closed, taking in a big breath, softly looking through my lashes to find his eyes, carefully bringing me around and upright. He was a little nervous too, but after swallowing a breath, he maintained his courage, finding the rose from before, and asking again:

"Will you be mine, my dear Y/N?"

Fue proved himself to me and every single emotion I felt during that dance was new but real. I just knew it, holding his hands and the rose, picking my head up to kiss once more:

"All yours, Fue."

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#black clover #black clover x reader #black clover x y/n #black clover imagine #black clover fluff #black clover fanfiction #black clover fanfic #black clover fic #fuegoleon vermillion #fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon x y/n #fuegoleon fluff #fuegoleon imagine #fuegoleon vermillion imagine #fuegoleon vermillion fluff #fuegoleon fic #read and enjoy

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hvghes · 1 year

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Good For You - N.Hischier x Schneider!reader

Warnings: implied smut!

Game 2 was another rough 5-1 loss, now it's game 3, Rangers lead 2-0. It was a home game for the rangers and now here was the twin sister again intertwined with the captain of njd in his hotel room before the game. “Todays the day. I can feel that we'll finally get a win.” He said while pulling her closer. “Don’t think i’m gonna retire my rangers jersey just yet if you guys win.” She said with a smirk. “I bet you’d look better in red. especially with the number 13 placed across your back.” He said while leaving soft kisses on her jaw causing her to move even closer to him. “Hm I don’t know I’ll think about it.” She said before getting up but Nico pulled her back. “Nico honey I need to get ready.” She said before he shushed her with a kiss. “You can wait five more minutes.” He said before pulling her back onto his chest. “Fine. Only five more minutes.” She said but five minutes turned to ten then ten turned to fifteen and now here she was bidding Nico a goodbye as she got ready in his hotel room. As she arrived at the arena she texted Nico to let him know she arrived safely. The game shortly began and it was a good game. Rangers and NJD tied. The game slowly came to an end and quickly y/n left the arena back to Nico’s hotel room. Recently he would not stop bugging her about wearing his jersey, but being the secret they were and as much as she’d refuse to wear his jersey deep down she wanted to. Was the thrill of running around with each other really worth it? Once she arrived at his hotel she used the extra key Nico gave her and entered going to find something from his closet. She placed the item on quickly as she heard the door being unlocked and laid on top of his bed placing the blanket over herself so he wouldn’t be able to see the hidden clothing. Nico quickly crawled on top of her impatient placing a kiss on her lips and she couldn’t help but laugh. Nico looked down at her confused before looking down at her. She swore he had the most beautiful look ever and became quickly flustered but Nico saw it. His girl was placed in his jersey and he lost it. “Congrats on the win tonight captain, I knew you could do it.” She whispered softly into his ear before leaving soft kisses down his jawline and that was only the beginning of their night.

The next morning came the two of them with their sweaty bodies intertwined once again. Nico was already awake admiring his girl peacefully sleeping but she soon began to wake up. “Good morning cap.” She said, rubbing her sleepiness in her eyes. “Good morning beautiful, how are you feeling?” He said while placing a kiss on her forehead. “Like I can’t walk but other than that I feel amazing. You're the best.” She said mumbling into his chest and he couldn’t help but laugh. “How about we take a shower then order some breakfast, I have to leave in a few hours.” He said while standing up reaching his hand out for hers which she quickly took. “Sounds perfect but I really don’t want you to go.” She grumbled while he pulled her into the bathroom. “You act like you won't see me in a few days, you're so dramatic.” He playfully rolled his eyes which earned him a shove into the shower and a glare which he put his hands up in surrender. “Okay okay i’m sorry you're not dramatic I’ll miss you too for the meantime.” He said before kissing her and turning the shower on. Once they finished showering and getting dressed they were sitting on Nicos bed eating breakfast watching a movie. She was placed in his lap with them feeding each other and enjoying one another’s company. Eventually it came time for Nico to leave. “I’ll see you soon pretty girl, take care of yourself.” He said before kissing her goodbye.

She was left alone now heading back to her shared apartment with her brother. Once she got home she didn’t expect her brother to be up already since he always sleeps till the daytime. “Where have you been. You didn't come home last night and haven't answered your texts, I've been worried sick.” He said from the couch and she paused, turning to him. “Oh I’m sorry Brae I was with a friend at the game last night and went home with her to catch up and my phone died.” She said while going to greet her brother with a hug hoping he’d believe her lies. “Good, better not be running around with anyone on that devils team.” He joked hugging her back and she nearly choked but played it off laughing with him. “Me? No never. It's a part of our rules right?” She said pulling away from the hug standing up to go to her room. “Never mess around with the rivals rule 1.” He nodded and she waved goodbye and off to her room.

She ended up crying that whole day. Not only did she fall hard for Nico when they weren't officially together and missing him while he was back in jersey. She was breaking her brother's rules, promises, and trust. She was walking on ice that was cracking and didn’t know what to do but drown.

tags: @drysdalesv @nicojackl0v3r

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagines #nico hischier blurb

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usopps-devotee · 6 months

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know sounds cringe but just hear me out lets say that the red hair pirates just recruited a cute female crew member thats pretty short(like 169cm) and weak. She goes shopping alone in town ,the town the red hair pirates staying at .But than she gets attack by some thiefs that try takeing her money but when she refuse to give them they beat her and leave her with huge red bruises on the arms/legs and on the forehead that start to bleed pretty bad ...she gets still in pain and robbed....walks to the local clinic.Stay in a room to heal. Meanwhile back at ship where the guys are starting to worry about their little pumkpin desides to go searching for her .They go around asking everyone at different food stalls if they seen her keep mind that shanks and his crew are wereing their causal outfit and weapons on and super tall guys so people get scread. They finally get a to a man that saw her.he gives the directions to the clinic. Shanks and his crew get to the reception and ask for their little pumpkin is bit the receptionist tells that she can't tell where their pumpkin is at because if she has not clarifies that visitors are allowed than she can't tell them.Also because she thinks they look suspicious because there pirates

How do you think the guys will react to this fact?

short,,, anon that's like 5'6 ,,,,,,, I'm 2 inches shorter than that (like 162cm or something). please don't bully me on my birthday.

they would be relieved to have located their sweet girl but that doesn't end their worries. What happened, who attacked you, how bad was it to the point where they aren't allowing you to have any visitors? They needed to see you.

If you think they don't sneak in you're a fool, its both startling and heartwarming to hear the sound of Shanks coming in from the window. "Captain! you're here, sorry if I scared you." it was rare to see Shanks mad, the amount of rage in his eyes almost terrified you. "Who did this." his voice was calm it was clear that someone wouldn't make it till tomorrow. You told him everything, how the gifts you had gotten for the crew as well as every last berry had been stolen. From the way you described it he's surprised you made it here on your own.

"I'm so sorry pumpkin, I swear we'll never let anyone lay a hand on you again." You sat up in your bed, wincing a little at the pain. Pulling the captain into a hug, him being heartbroken was worse than all the cuts and bruises you endured. "Shanks I should have known better than to go out by myself, I'll make sure to bring someone with me next time." he gives you a small kiss on the forehead and rubs your back. "See you tomorrow Pumpkin and make to get that visitor thing fixed so we can see you."

Lucky and Yasopp are the first to come and see you, both melodramatic about your current state. Damn near tears while they explained how worried the crew was. Benn ended up stopping by before they left even bringing one of your favorite sweets to make you feel better, although he waited for the two other men to leave, wanting you to have your treat by yourself.

Shanks was the last member of the crew to visit you, to your surprise he came back in with a wide smile and familiar bags. "I didn't look in most of them," he said like you should be proud that he didn't snoop through all the gifts, all you can do is shake your head and smile. "So which one is mine?"

"That my dear captain you will have to wait and see, i want to give everyone their gifts at once."

#high☆talks #ask kush♡#shanks #yasopp #benn beckman #red hair pirates #shanks fluff #yasopp fluff #Beckman fluff #implied #shanks x reader

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lucifersresources · 21 days

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conan gray // found heaven rp lyrics meme.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!

found heaven.

can we repent this sin?

no soul is innocent.

everybody wants to love.

you walk alone into the darkest night.

you'll never sleep until you're satisfied.

you need love.

you need him.

you'll never get your momma's wedding ring.

father always said you ruined everything.

don't be scared.

you're no demon.

don't be frightened now.

you're in love.

you found heaven.

you're in love, you found heaven.

your heart is breaking.

you never meant to start this holy war.

you're trapped.

don't look back.

never ending song.

i apologise for calling.

too late, all my tears already falling.

our story wasn't stopping.

it goes on and on and on, like a never ending song.

you and i sacrificed my adolescence.

we've grown too close.

i can hear your voice in the music on the radio.

can you make us stay forever?

are we done?

fainted love.

you're losing your mind tonight.

calm down.

don't you get yourself down.

we're nothing.

i'm the worst if you want it.

when your heart aches and it's dead in the night, don't you worry for me.

don't you worry for me.

it's enough to survive.

i want your fainted love.

that's enough.

you take all the pain that you think you deserve.

it's easy to hurt.

say you'll love me for life.

say you'll never leave.

kiss me till i almost believe.

lonely dancers.

join me for the night.

dance with me so we don't cry.

there's no need to hide.

i know the answer.

your lover left you.

my lover's busy kissing other guys.

we're both alone now.

i know the perfect way to waste our time.

forget that guy.

he don't know love.

i hope he dies.

get back up, we'll be alright.

tonight, you're mine.

alley rose.

so much you'd change since you were born.

the way you kissed me, hot and fast, i knew it'd be the last.

don't leave me hanging alone.

where'd you go?

i'm just so nervous dear.

how the hell do you think i feel?

i waited all year at your feet like maybe you'd love me.

maybe you'd love me.

i don't even care if it makes me sound insane.

i thanked god to touch the flame.

i swore necks were made for bruising.

i swore lips were made for lies.

i thought if you'd ever leave me, that i'd be the reason why.

i don't care even if it's just a summer fling.

it's all experimental.

you go back to safer things.

i swore hands were made for fighting.

i swore eyes were made to cry.

you're the first person that i've seen who's proven that might be a lie.

that might be a lie.

the final fight.

i didn't fight the feeling.

i wanted you to see it.

i believed your lies.

i just stood and cried.

i just stood and cried for the lost time.

i just stood and cries for the love that died.

all i wanted was the final fight.

all i needed was to make it right.

there's nothing left to do but finally tell you what you put me through.

made a whole new life.

i came right back after growing.

you're still the same.

though it's me who may be broken, it was you to blame.

it was you to blame.

miss you.

is it wrong to now decide?

you know i'm a wicked man.

i bit the hand that was feeding me.

the fear of love is my tendency.

i never meant to break your heart.

i'll be gone because you love me.

i miss you.

didn't think you would understand after all that i put you through.

i came back only wanting you.

bourgeoisieses

the rich are wrong.

i'm a low-class guy.

the men at war, they draft the poor.

no time to mourn.

i don't need that, i need a maserati.

forever with me.

in this lifetime, we did it wrong.

i guess that you could argue we survived.

after all this time, i wonder why you're still with me.

you're still with me, well, at least in all my memories.

i ain't sorry.

i wouldn't change a thing.

it'll take a lifetime to get better.

i think i'm gonna love you.

i think i'm gonna love you, you're forever with me.

you're forever with me.

you are the reason i learned to love.

you are the reason i learned to love, also, the reason that i cry.

still, i think of all the bloodshed.

i'm even smiling now.

anger does replace the pain.

who am i to blame?

who am i to blame? i broke your heart the same.

i broke your heart the same.

eye of the night.

you're here, you're haunting me.

you're haunting me.

i always feel like i am not alone.

i hear a voice that tells me where to go.

i hear your heartbeat bleeding through the door.

the memories that i cannot ignore.

fight for my life inside a silent war.

boys & girls.

you don't know me.

you wouldn't care if i fell over and died.

he wants ya.

you don't even see me.

she wants ya.

there's no point competing.

nobody cares that you're psychotic.

i don't know much about love.

come find me in the crowd.

killing me.

got the curious feeling you're fiending for love.

we haven't spoken for weeks.

i love you bad.

i love you bad, that's the problem.

better love i deserve.

i'm hurting.

but sadly i worship every moment we meet.

i worship every moment we meet.

you take and you take coz you know you can.

i chase as you're chasing another.

you're killing me.

you're not making it easy.

too busy deceiving and cheating and lying and competing to know how lucky you are.

i just want you.

i just want you to free me.

i can't let go of your heart.

you lie to me.

you lie to me faster and faster, you're such a good actor.

you're such a good actor.

i don't wanna talk, just go away.

you claw at the locks till i let you invade.

i wanna die.

i wanna die but you keep me alive.

fight to survive.

oh love of my life, you're killing me.

winner.

packed my bags at fourteen.

packed my bags at fourteen, i hadn't planned on leaving, but you haven't been back home for days.

i hadn't planned on leaving.

they shudder at your name.

you don't really want to hear the truth, do you?

it's obvious to anyone who ever knew you that all you ever want is to be right.

all you ever want is to be right.

all you ever want is to be right, even if that means you gotta lie to do it.

there's no one who ever has done better at making me feel worse.

now you really are the winner.

there's nothing that ever did quite kill me more than what you did.

take a bow, coz you're the winner.

my heart that once was beating-- bleeding in the palm of your hand.

you have the nerve to miss me.

how do i somehow feel guilty when you're the one who let it get this bad?

you're the one who let it get this bad.

all you ever wanted was to fight.

i was only trying to survive your chaos.

look at how it's paid off.

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metalmaul · 1 year

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this Christmas season, let's remember the classics

* EDIT: I've thought about it and I feel like I should provide a transcript because this video isn't subtitled (I just ripped it from YouTube,) so apologies for this becoming a Very Long post but it's just the right thing to do. I tried to make it as accurate as possible but there might be some mistakes.

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Joel: I think it's, uh, kinda hot to be wearing these scarves in here.

Crow: Oh, well, scarves are a must. You can't go caroling without a scarf, you'll catch your death!

Joel: You know, you are like one of those kids I remember in, uh, high school that used to sell the most candy bars for the marching band.

Crow: Haha, yeah.

Tom: President of the swing choir, too.

Crow: Ahaha, thanks Joel Robinson, thanks Tom Servo.

Tom: What a kiss-up, this guy...

Crow: Ah, okay, now, if you'll all look at your sheet music, uh, we can rehearse my new song.

Joel: You wrote a Christmas song?

Crow: Hey, there's no tradition like a new tradition, haha!

Tom: Wait a minute— "Let's Have a Patrick Swayze Christmas?"

Crow: Uh, yeah, yeah! Based on my favorite movie, Roadhouse.

Tom: C'mon, what the heck does Patrick Swayze have to do with Christmas?!

Crow: Hey, you keep Christmas in your way, and let me keep it in mine, okay?

Tom: Ugh, jeez...

Joel: C'mon, Servo, it seems like a nice enough sentiment. We can give it a shot.

Crow: Alright, okay, okay, uh: 12:8 time, key of A flat major— and, Cambot, shoot 'em the tune!

[instrumental melody begins briefly & ends]

Crow: Okay, you'll just have to stay with me, everybody, okay?

[Tom singing along with the melody]

Crow: All your parts are written out. "Let's Have a Patrick Swayze Christmas" by Crow T. Robot.

Joel: "All: 'Let's Have a Patrick—'

Joel & Tom: '—Swayze Christmas...?'"

Crow: Right. Hit it, Cambot!

[instrumental melody begins again]

Tom: Oh! Oh, I start! I get it.

Crow: Yeah, I'm sorry...

Tom: Okay, pick it up. Uh, mm...

[singing begins]

Tom: Open up your heart and let the Patrick Swayze Christmas in. /

Crow: We'll gather at the Roadhouse with our next of kin. /

Joel: And Santa can be our regular Saturday night "thing..." /

Crow, Joel, & Tom: We'll decorate a barstool and gather 'round and sing. /

Tom: Oh! Let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas this year, /

Crow: Or we'll tear your throat out and kick you in the ear! /

[singing stops]

Joel: Oh, oh, hold it a second, Cambot stop it.

[music stops]

Joel: Uh, Crow, I don't know if I think this is an appropriate sentiment anymore for Christmas.

Crow: Hey, like a good action sequence don't belong at Christmas?

Joel: W-well, no, it's just that I've never heard of a action sequence in a Christmas carol before.

Crow: Well then, grab hold to your socks and read on, Joel Robinson!

Joel & Tom: Okay.

Tom: Pick it up from measure 20, Cambot.

[instrumental melody begins again]

Tom: Lovely intro, very tasteful.

Crow: Thank you.

Tom: I like that...

[singing begins again]

Tom: It's my way or the highway this Christmas at my ba-a-ar. /

Crow: I'll have to smash your kneecaps if you bastards touch my car. /

Joel: I got the word that Santa has been stealing from the till, /

Crow & Tom: I think that that right-jolly-old-elf better make out his will! /

Joel & Tom: Oh, /

Crow, Joel, & Tom: Let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas, one and all! And this can be the haziest, /

[instrumental flourish]

Tom: Oooooo~ Haha.

Crow, Joel, & Tom: This can be the laziest, /

[instrumental flourish]

Crow, Joel, & Tom: This can be the Swayziest Christmas of them all! /

Tom: La, la, la, la, la, la, la, ha-ha~ /

[song ends]

Crow: How long before it becomes a standard?

Joel: I think you gotta come with me, c'mon.

Crow: Aaaaaaaahhh!!!

Tom: Ugh, we'll be right back, heh. Save a leg for me! Heheheheh...

[MST3K theme music plays]

#mst3k #mystery science theater 3000

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archiveoftara · 8 months

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Hi! Can I get a request? The reader is a freelance agent but she is friends with Lockwood and Co. If a case is dangerous or so, they call each other for backup just in case. One day, the Lockwood and Co and reader are in an old house and the person who owns the house, lied to them and told them that the house is stable but while on the second floor, the floor collapsed and the reader falls through and she goes unconscious. She wakes up in to the hospital and Lockwood is there. And rest can be up to you. Thanks.

White Lies

Hii. Sorry for the extreme delay. I was not in the right headspace. I'm sorry if the story is a bit cringe. I tried my best to finish it as fast as I could. Anyways, hope you like it!! Do let me know in the comments

Word count: 1125

"Are we at the right place?"

I stood in front of an old two storey house which reminds me of some Victorian period drama. I heard Lockwood say.

"83 downhill road? yes, we are."

Slowly I made my way into the house, keeping my wits together. One must stay alert when it comes to deal with a visitor, especially a nasty one. I close my eyes, tuning into the surroundings.

"So the owner said a visitor has been bothering them for a while. They didn't know it was haunted till they moved in." George explained.

"Heard anything, y/n?" Lockwood asked.

"Nothing, yet." I take a quick glance outside, golden lights slowly disappearing under the dark shadow. "We better find ourselves a ghost."

I knew Lockwood from the fencing classes. We were like two peas in a pod and during the training we promised each other to work together in an agency.

Sadly, circumstances led us to our separate ways. Until one rainy day, I found him standing at my threshold. From that day, we back each other up. Whenever he needs more help, he rings me up. The more, the merrier.

"How's the temperature George?" Lockwood's enquiry broke my train of thoughts.

"Normal."

"Let me look around" I took a step forward.

"Be careful" Lucy said.

"I'll go with you. We'll go upstairs meanwhile you guys look around here. Let's meet there after fifteen minutes." Lockwood points at the hall.

I kept my hand on the hilt of the sword, ready to strike the visitor at any moment. Lockwood was just a few steps behind me, looking for any ghoulish substance.

I raised my hand to stop him "I think I heard something...someone's walking..it knows we're here."I heard a sound of metal drawn, while I tightly grabbed my rapier.

A faint light started to build up in front of my eyes before I realise I fell on the ground.

Shit

"Are you alright?" Lockwood gives me a hand.

"I'm fine. It's getting strong."

Lockwood fights the visitor while I try to regain my position. I join him shortly.

With a final slash, I kept the visitor at bay. It disappeared. For now.

"We have to find the source quickly. It must be somewhere in here."

"GEORGE, LUCY. WE FOUND THE SOURCE."

Lockwood gave me a confused look.

"What? You don't really ask for help anyway." Before he could say anything, Lucy and George joins us.

"Where is it?" George pants.

"Somewhere in here. The man disappeared in one of those doors." I pointed at the furthest door.

Turns out, the room was a library. The visitor was an author who died in there and the source was his writing pen.

Luckily, Lucy secured the source just in time. It was already getting dawn. We all settled in the kitchen to have some tea.

My hand fell on my wrist when I found my bracelet was gone. It's my lucky bracelet.

"I have to go upstairs, I think I dropped my bracelet there." I didn't wait for anyone to respond and rush to look for it. Everyone knows how precious it was to me.

I stepped on the landing of second floor when I heard a crack. I didn't pay attention, might be some broken window or something. I found a shiny bracelet peeking through the carpet.

"Ah ha! There you are."

Suddenly, everything went black.

..................................................................................

Bright

Where am I?

My eyes hurt someone please turn off the light.

"Oh my god she's waking up."

"Someone call the doctor."

"Y/n?"

I look at the person who called my name.

"...where am I?"

"Are you alright?"

"Who are you?"

Lockwood's pov

"Who are you?"

She doesn't remember me... It felt like my whole world shattered in front of my eyes.

Y/n has been in coma for two months. The owner of the house lied to us. The house was haunted AND unstable. I already sued him.

His mistake costed me almost losing y/n.

"We're your friends. I'm Lucy, that's George and Lockwood. Don't you remember us?" Lucy mumbled.

"Um..hehe..hahaha." she broke into a hearty laugh.

"You guys should have seen your faces. Oh god..Ouch my head hurts."

The audacity of this girl to get on my nerves even after waking up from a coma.

"Well looks like someone's doing fine after the accident." George snorted.

"What accident?"

"You fell-"

"You fell from the stairs." I gave a quick look to Lucy. She doesn't need to know.

"Oh.."

George and Lucy gave me a confused look but didn't say anything.

We took y/n to Portland Row first, she still needs rest and I want to take care of her (not because I'm head over heels for her), she lives alone and she needs people around her so she can recover faster.

Y/n was asleep in Lucy's room while the rest of us were in the kitchen.

"Why didn't you tell her?" George ask.

"And scare her? She doesn't need to know that a whole ass house fell on her and sent her to a coma for two months. She's already been through a lot, George. It will only cause her more pain."

I heard someone clear their throat, I looked up to find Y/n standing at the door. She had her signature poker face which is more terrifying than a ghost.

"Can I talk to you for a minute Lockwood? Alone?"

George gave me a light pat on my shoulder while Lucy gave a sympathetic smile.

I gesture y/n to sit beside me. She took it, silently.

"How much did you hear?"

"Pretty much everything."

"I'm sorry."

"You should've told me. I'm not that same vulnerable kid you met in the academy, anymore. I can take care of myself."

"I almost lost you."

"But I'm here. I'm fine." She held my hand against her cheek. "see?"

I lean onto her warmth "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

"Stop blaming yourself. It must have been so hard for you too. I'm sorry for being reckless."

"Hey, it's my job to be reckless."

She chuckled at my response. I gently brush a strand of hair from her face. "I missed you."

She puts her forehead against mine, longingly looking at my eyes "I missed you too. Please don't lie to me again."

"I won't." I gently kiss her forehead. I pull her closer to me. I feel her leaning on my shoulder and going to the dreamland.

I will tell thousand white lies just to keep you safe, I'm sorry.

#fandom #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #fanfic #locknation #lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #save lockwood and co #anthony bloody lockwood #fem reader

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If We Were Vampires (Pt. 5)

- Jordan thinks about what Marie said.

- Jordan gets a lesson in vampirism.

- Jordan goes to make things right.

CW: Blood. Mention of Animal blood. Violence. Justine.

~2.5k words

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Jordan had spent most of their morning contemplating on what Marie had said to them yesterday. They were conflicted, because she was right. It wasn't their place to decide if Moreau couldn't take the truth, or to protect her from things when Jordan knew more than anyone that Marie was strong enough to take on anything. They hated that they made Marie think they actually thought that low of her.

It was just instinct at this point, to protect her, even from things she might not need protection from. It's not that she couldn't protect herself, it's that Jordan didn't want her to have to protect herself. She's been fighting and protecting herself her whole life, and so has Jordan. And they both realized this about each other, so they sort of silently agreed to let the other be there for them. To let the other know that they didn't have to fight alone anymore. Except now, Jordan may have overdone it a bit, made her think that they thought she couldn't take care of herself. But that is the one thing Marie Moreau knew how to do more than anything.

Jordan came to the conclusion that they were gonna tell her the truth, as ugly as it was. At least this way, Marie would have the knowledge she'd need to protect herself. Not just from the other Vampires, but from Jordan too. They had gotten too close to ripping her throat open, twice now. If Marie knows to keep her distance, then hopefully she will.

Before Jordan confronts Marie, they need to educate themselves on these Supe-Vampires, first. Jordan walked around the quad in their female form, sporting their iconic bomber jacket and black joggers. It was a sunny day and Jordan realized just how sensitive they were to the sun now. The ring prevented them from bursting into flames, but their skin still felt slightly irritated when exposed to the sun. They found themselves having to wear sunglasses, due to their newly sensitive eyes. Jordan never thought they'd pray more for a cloudy day than now.

Jordan decided to use their lunch period to track down Justine and demand answers (Okay, maybe they should try a calmer approach first, but we'll see). They wandered over to the performing arts side of the campus, scanning the various picnic tables and small clusters of students. Jordan's about to move on until they finally spot her.

They watch as Justine walks across the quad, stopping at a group of three people that were lounging by a tree. Jordan B-lined straight to Justine, not paying any mind to the people she was with.

“Hey!” Jordan barked, getting Justine's attention.

A devilish smile stretched across her face the second she recognized Jordan. “Jordan! Hey! What's going on?” She spoke in an overly friendly tone. Of course Jordan wasn't buying a single bit of that.

Jordan threw a quick glance at the other three people standing there before looking back at Justine. “Can we talk? In private?”

“Hmmm…” Justine puts a finger to her chin, pretending to think about it. “I don't know, I was planning on spending lunch with my friends here. Can it wait till later?”

Jordan takes a quick breath, reminding themselves to not make a scene. “It can't wait.” Jordan forced out through gritted teeth.

Justine looks at Jordan for a few seconds more, before turning to her friends. “Sorry guys, looks like number five wants my attention.”

Jordan just rolls their eyes, groaning in annoyance. “Let's just fucking go.” Jordan grabs Justine's arm and basically yanks her away from the group.

“Easy, Li. No need to get handsy.” She teases, causing Jordan to drop her arm like a hot coal.

They stop walking once they're far enough away from people to talk, taking shelter in the shade of another tree. Jordan takes off their sunglasses, pocketing them for now. Justine crosses her arms, looking down at Jordan and quirking an eyebrow. “So what is it? Run out of blood already? You kill someone?”

Jordan shushes Justine, who's talking about blood and killing out loud, like it's a normal conversation topic. They didn't want anyone passing by to catch what they were talking about. “How about you keep your fucking voice down? No, I didn't run out of blood and I didn't kill anyone.”

“What do you want then?” She shrugs.

“I need you to tell me everything.” Jordan demands.

“Everything?” Justine asks, confused.

“About vampires. I need you to tell me everything you know about vampires.” Jordan clarifies.

“Yeah… I don't have time for this.” Justine turns to walk away but is stopped by Jordan, now in male form, grabbing her arm and pulling her back.

“Hey, you're the only person I know that's involved in this shit, so either you tell me everything you know, or tell me who else I can go to.” Jordan speaks, now towering over her. But Justine doesn't seem intimidated.

Justine looks up at them and sighs, annoyed. “Okay, fine.” Jordan's about to speak but Justine interrupts, “-On one condition.”

Jordan huffs, growing tired of the back and forth. “What?”

She thinks for a moment. “Hmm… Cameo on my YouTube channel.”

“Ha!” Jordan lets out incredulously. “No fucking shot.”

Justine shrugs, “Fine, then I'm not telling you anything.”

“Seriously? Just because I don't want to show up on your stupid fucking YouTube channel? There isn't anything else you want?” Jordan says, finding this whole interaction ridiculous.

“I may be dead, but I still plan on climbing to the top. Girls gotta grow their following somehow.” she retorts.

Jordan rolls their eyes, so hard it almost hurts. “Ugh, fine. One Instagram post. But that's fucking it.” They relent. The sooner they get their information, the sooner they can leave this conversation.

Justine smirks, feeling victorious. “I'll take it.” She goes to lean her back against the tree. “Where do you want to start?”

Jordan crosses their arms across their chest, taking a breath before starting. “You Google Vampire and all you get is a load of fiction. I want to know what's real and what's fake.”

Justine ponders a bit. “Hmm. Well, you already know the basic shit. We need to drink blood to survive. If you don't you'll grow weaker, and you'll be so hungry you lose your mind. Like, full on animalistic. Go without blood long enough and you'll like, mummify or something.”

“Mummify?” Jordan questions.

“Yeah, your skin gets all dried and gross like a mummy's. You can be stuck like that for centuries or until someone gives you blood.” she explains poorly, honestly.

“Noted.” Jordan nods, trying to picture what Justine is describing.

“But yeah, it's really all about the blood. Drinking doesn't only satisfy our thirst, but it also heightens our abilities. We get stronger, faster, and heal a lot quicker. Like, my usual level of healing.” Justine continues, talking as if she's selling vampirism to Jordan, which Jordan finds mocking.

“So I can heal as fast as you can now?” Jordan asks, admittingly curious at the thought.

Justine smirks, nodding. “Yeah, as long as you keep drinking human blood.”

Jordan gives her a confused look. “You say that like there's another option.”

“Well… yeah. Apparently some vampires find drinking human blood inhumane or whatever. Or they're like, addicted to it and are afraid of killing too many people.” She says, like the idea is stupid.

Justine's apparent coldness shouldn't have surprised Jordan, but it still takes them back a bit. “How do they survive?” Jordan asks slowly.

“Animal blood.” She says with a grimace. “But those vamps are significantly weaker than us. Can't even compel people right.” She shakes her head.

“Compel?” Jordan asks, wondering if they heard her correctly.

“Man, you really are a clueless little vamp, huh?” Justine crosses her arms and shakes her head in a condescending way.

“Hey, I didn't choose to be like this! I didn't choose to be abandoned in a fucking alleyway, miles away from campus, not knowing what I turned into! I was the one left to their own devices!” Jordan blew up at Justine, getting in her face. Justine stepped back, the sudden aggression catching her off guard. She watched as Jordan's true face emerged, eyes darkening and veins black.

She looked around, noticing the attention Jordan's outburst put on the two of them. She quickly grabbed Jordan and yanked them around the large tree trunk, hoping no one saw Jordan's face change. Jordan tried to pull away, but her strength seemed to be enough to force them around. “Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, okay? Now calm the fuck down before someone sees your face.” She whisper-shouted at them.

Registering what she was saying, Jordan shut their eyes, trying to slow their heaving breaths. They really needed to get their emotions under control. Everything still felt so potent and raw. They shifted into female form, to remind themselves that they still had control over something. Eventually their breathing evened out and they opened their eyes, now back to normal.

Justine sighed, relieved that the situation didn't get any worse. She has been listening to nearby conversations to see if anyone brought up Jordan's face, but they didn't. Mostly talking about them talking to each other in the first place, some upset that a fight didn't break out again.

Her attention was brought back to Jordan after realizing they've calmed down. “Okay, if there's one thing you need to work on, it's managing your fucking emotions. It should ease up over time as you get used to it. Same with the light sensitivity and other stuff. But you can't go around flashing your true face in front of people.” Justine lectures.

Jordan takes in Justine's words, still trying to keep themselves calm. “True face… is that the-” Jordan gestures at their face, “veins and stuff?”

“Yeah. It's a weird name but it's what people call it. It usually shows up when you're feeling an intense emotion like anger or sadness or-”

“Hunger?” Jordan interrupts Justine, getting the gist of it.

“Yeah, and this whole vampire thing is supposed to be a secret, if you haven't noticed. If anyone catches you, or if you're about to feed on someone, you can always compel them to forget.” She explains.

Jordan nods along, looking down for a sec before looking back up at Justine. “So… we can compel people?” Justine nods. “How does that work?” Jordan speaks a lot more calmly than they were at the start of this conversation, making sure their breathing stays even.

“It's easy. You just look into a person's eyes and tell them what to do, and they'll just do it. Anything you say, they'll do. Unless they have vervain on them or they're another vampire.” She describes.

“Okay… and vervain is?” Jordan asks for clarification.

Justine, realizing just how much she's gonna have to explain, moves to sit down, leaning her back against the tree. “It's one of our weaknesses. It's like this weird purple plant, herb, thing. Basically, it's bad for us. If we touch it, it burns and if we ingest it or get injected with it, it tranquilizes us and we're super fucking weak. Stay away from it if you can.” She tries her best to illustrate.

Jordan follows Justine's movements, sitting crisscross across from her. “That's fucking good to know. Do we have other weaknesses other than sunlight and vervain? Like garlic or a cross or whatever the fuck?”

“No, all that dracula shit is bullshit. Garlic's fine, crosses don't do shit, and neither does Holy water. I'm guessing you already know the mirror thing is bullshit too, and we can't shape shift into fucking bats.” Justine rambles off, listing off the various ridiculous vampire stereotypes.

Jordan just nods, “Got it.”

Justine continues before Jordan can ask another question. “Our actual weaknesses, besides the two you already know, include things like fire, we're very flammable,” She adds as a small throwaway, “and wood. It's one of the only things that really damages us. The wounds are harder to heal too. The whole stake to the heart thing is real, you will die. But if I stab you in the chest with a knife, you could just pull it out, no biggie.” She says as if that's reassuring.

“Stay away from stake wielding maniacs. Got it.” Jordan states, sarcastically.

“Whatever, Li. Anyways, that's about all of it. I'll dm you about the insta post.” Justine gets up to start walking away.

“Wait!” Jordan springs up, stopping her in her tracks. She turns around.

“Yes?” She asks, clearly annoyed.

“I wanna meet the others. Or at least tell me who they are.” Jordan says, as nice as they can manage.

Justine shrugs. “Sorry Jordie, but that one's not up to me.” She pats their arm and walks away.

Jordan's about to walk after her, but stops when they spot Marie Moreau standing in the quad with Emma. Her eyes are locked on Jordan, but follows Justine for a second as she walks past them. When Marie goes to look back at Jordan, she doesn't see them. She can't even see them walking away anywhere, as if they just vanished.

– –

Jordan had used their super speed to dash out of there and back to their dorm, stumbling in and closing the door behind them. Jordan was starting to get a hang on the speed. They realized it wasn't like normal superspeed that a speedster might have. It was more like short bursts of speed, traveling short distances in the blink of an eye, appearing as nothing but a blur. But they couldn't run a whole mile with their speed.

Jordan walked over to their mini fridge, pulling out two blood bags. They put one in their backpack and opened up the other one, using an attached tube as a straw. The first sip was always bliss, not being able to help the small moan that escapes them. It was just too good, made them feel too good. They hate to admit it, but they loved it.

Once Jordan finished the bag, they disposed of it in a black trash bag hidden under the bed. Jordan then took out their phone and texted Marie:

“Hey, can we talk please?”

It took a moment for Marie to respond, making Jordan just a bit worried. They knew she had a free period right now and they wanted to get this truth telling over with. The nerves were starting to eat at them. After a minute or two, their phone pings.

“Sure. I'm in my dorm.”

Jordan breathes out after reading the messages. They were actually gonna do it. They were actually going to tell Marie that they're a fucking vampire. Jordan hopes that she won't freak out or look at them like the monster they felt they were. Would she even believe them? Jordan hopes they won't have to prove it somehow.

They grab their backpack and make their way to Marie's dorm room…

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Not my favorite chapter, but I hope it's worth the next one. Chapter 6 should be up sometime tomorrow or Friday 😎👍❤️

-PB

(how do you think Marie will take the news? I'm curious.)

#gen v #gen v fic #jordan li #jordan li is a vampire #jordan li vampire au #jordan li x marie moreau #limoreau #limoreau fic #marie moreau #multi part fic #written at 4am #fuck it we ball #pb writes

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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How Are You Like This?

Jade West x FtM!Reader

For @dakotastorm

Senior Year was supposed to be easy. All they really had to do was prepare for college. Instead, Tori Vega and her band of misfits were working hard on a short film to make up for their disaster of one last year.

As usual, they were at the Vega household, using the living room as their setting. Having filmed as much as they could, now everyone was lazing about, waiting for pizza.

"Tooooorriiiii~" Cat's whine pierced through the calm air. "When is the pizza getting here? My tummy's all grumbly...."

The Latina lifted her head from the kitchen table, also suffering from hunger.

"Should be soon. Ugh, I knew we should've stopped sooner."

"We were on a roll," mentioned Andre. "Besides, it didn't hit us till we stopped anyway."

"We'll, it better get here within 30 seconds," Jade pipes up. "I'm running out of flowers to sizz."

"Why are you sizzing the sunflowers?" Tori just sighs dejectedly.

"Cuz I'm hungry."

At that moment, the front door opens and an unfamiliar voice enters the area.

"I hope you didn't prepay for this pizza, Tori. Otherwise, I just gave the pizza guy a wicked tip."

The person who entered was carrying three pizzas. He stood about half a head taller than Tori and dressed in skinny jeans, graphic tee and a zip-up hoodie. His dark brown hair was buzzed on the sides with the top bit just long enough to tie in a tiny ponytail.

As soon as Tori registered who was at the door, she let out a squeal.

"Y/N!!!!!"

Tori leapt from her seat and seemingly teleports into the newcomer's arms, clinging onto his torso like a koala. The young man let out an 'oof' before laughing and maneuvering them towards the kitchen so he could put the food down to give a proper hug.

"Surprise! It's been a while. I've missed you."

Y/N lifts Tori up, tightening his hold for a crushing hug. Almost as soon as he lets go, Tori looks towards the stairs and yells for her sister.

"TRINA!"

"WHAT!?"

"Y/N is here!"

Thunderous footsteps respond as Trina appears at the top of the staircase. At Y/N's wave, the elder Vega sister launches herself at the boy, almost taking him down.

"Hahaha hi Tree. Missed you too."

Before Trina could even say a word, their moment was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"Ok, what the chiz is going on? Who is that?" Jade was done with the yelling and hugging and mainly being ignored. However, she and the rest of her friends were taken aback when three sets of identical brown eyes looked over at them. Tori was the first to speak up.

"Oh, sorry. This is Y/N. He's our brother."

"Whoa, wait," Beck piped up. "Since when did you have a brother?"

"Uh, my whole life?" Tori answered.

"Weeeelllll, technically it's been like 4 years."

Everyone looked at Trina. Siblings with an exasperated expression, the rest with confusion.

"What? You didn't start transitioning until then."

"Anyway," Y/N piped up. "I've been living with our aunt since she lived closer to the hospital so I could deal with all the medical chiz." He let out a soft sigh. "As a result, I couldn't visit often. Surgery's a bitch sometimes."

Cat raised her hand, silently asking to speak. The rest nodded to her when they noticed.

"Is that why you're so hot?"

Silence filled the room.

"Whaaat?? Everyone else was thinking about it too."

Slowly, the rest of the gang nodded in agreement. Andre and Beck agreeing in a manly, obviously not finding Y/N actually attractive, way while Robbie nodded vigorously. Jade, on the other hand, had been looking back and forth from Y/N to Beck, eyes slowly widening in realization and shock.

"Oh my god..." Everyone looked over at Jade. "I didn't think it was possible but... Boy Vega is hotter than Beck."

Calamity erupted at the statement. Beck got defensive, having had his status as the hottest guy attacked. Trina stole a pizza box and went back upstairs, not wanting to discuss the attractiveness of her brother. Tori was just facepalming at her friend's antics.

"Ok, hold on. Now I have to test a theory out." The goth walked up to both Beck and Y/N, conveniently next to each other with only the couch between them. "Boy Vega, take your hair outta that stupid ponytail."

Y/N grumbles, but obeys. Pulling the elastic, he shakes his hair out a little, letting it fall into its natural state. Cat and Robbie swooned slightly while muffled words from a gruff voice somewhere sounded. Jade paused slightly but continued with her test.

"Ok so Beck has the softest hair I've ever touched." Everyone nodded, affirming her statement. "If Boy Vega here has the same or better, then we can... We can..."

Jade had been running her hand through Beck's hair as she spoke. As soon as the first pass of Y/N's hair happened, the goth was struck dumb. In a trance, Jade brought both of her hands to Y/N's head and started playing with his hair. Beck sat lower into the couch, pouting slightly. Tori, on the other hand, leaned in as she tried to get Jade's attention.

When the dark haired girl snapped out of her stupor, she was met with a smirking face.

"Like what you got in your hands?"

"Y/N!" Tori chastised while giving her brother a swift smack on the arm. With a laugh, Y/N apologizes.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to overstep."

In a surprising move, Jade suddenly began to poke and prod Y/N.

"Ok, there has to be a flaw somewhere. No one can be this hot without reason."

When the goth moved to touch at his chest, Y/N flinched, grabbing at her hands to stop her.

"Whoa, whoa. Ease up a little. The scars are still a bit tender."

To prove the point, Y/N lifted his shirt, showing the dual scars on his chest. While they were fully healed, it was still far from being jabbed at. At the sight of the scars, Jade reached out to touch them. Her hands were gentle as they traced the marks, but Y/N still flinched when her hands reached a certain spot.

"Sorry, I-I," Jade started to apologize, but was interrupted.

"No, no. Poke at that spot again."

Confused, the goth did as she was told. Y/N let out a wide grin and looked over at his sister.

"Slowly but surely, the feeling's coming back."

"Great. Awesome. Can Jade stop fondling you now? It's just weird to see." While she was happy about regrowing nerves, the sight of her friend(?) touching her brother was awkward.

Jade, now fully realizing what she was doing, immediately retracts her hands and walks away from Y/N. Cat, then pipes up again.

"Can I fondle him?"

A beat of silence

"No!"

Confusion sets in amongst the group. While Tori's voice was expected to be heard in response, Jade's was not. In fact, it seemed like Jade didn't even realize what she did until everyone was staring at her. A blush filled her pale cheeks as she turned away, fully intending to ignore what just happened.

"Uhh..." Y/N started. "So... I'm sure you all are hungry? Cuz... Pizza." He points to the boxes, triggering everyone's hunger response as they all move to get a slice or three. Jade lingered behind, not wanting to deal with the crowd. Y/N sidles up and bumps her shoulder to get her attention.

"Hey so.... I'm gonna be around for a bit. Can I take you out for a coffee some time? Unless the whole uh... 'scar thing' isn't your speed."

The goth stares at the Vega brother with a cocked eyebrow.

"I wouldn't have been adamant about finding a flaw if I wasn't ok with it. If I wasn't, that fact would've been the flaw."

"So... Coffee?" Y/N couldn't hide the grin on his face. Jade just smirked, back into her cool persona as she moves to get a slice of pizza.

"We'll see how the rest of the night goes."

#a dragon tries to write #jade west x reader #victorious imagines

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