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Peaky Blinder Song
Warnings: violence, cursing, weapons, blood, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Shelby family x sister reader
*not my gif*
Summary: Growing up as a Shelby wasn’t always easy, but at least your siblings were always there for you
A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!
Inspired by: The Jet Song by the cast of West Side Story
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
When you're a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way
“Well, would ya look at that,” Tommy mused, the slightest bit of amusement dancing in his eyes as he spoke.
At his words, John and Arthur looked up from their breakfasts in confusion before following their brothers line of sight to where you were waddling into the room, one of their caps upon your head.
Arthur let out a booming laugh and scooped you up into his arms, playfully rubbing his mustache against your cheek, emitting giggles from you, “Would ya look at that!” He agreed.
“Where’d ya get that?” John asked, reaching up and gently shaking your foot.
You began blabbering to your older brothers, ignoring the fact that the hat had fallen into your face, covering your eyes. Arthur calmly lifted it up, seriously nodding as if he could understand a single thing that you were trying to say.
“Give ‘er here,” Tommy ordered gruffly, standing up and gently taking you from his elder brother's arms, eyes softening as you looked up at him with that toothy grin of yours, “What’re ya doin’?” He asked in amusement.
“I think she’s ready to be a Peaky Blinder, Tommy,” John laughed as the other man had to lift up the hat away from your face again.
“Is that so?” He asked teasingly, reaching out and ticking your stomach a little bit, “You gonna be the leader of the Blinders now, little one?”
Arthur laughed again, “We don’t need you anymore, Tommy, we’ve got Y/n.” He said jokingly.
“I think you might be right, Arthur,” He said seriously, “Looks like n/n can handle it from here.”
You began blabbering again after a loud laugh, making your brothers all chuckle around you.
“We’ve got our own little Peaky Blinder here.” John declared.
From your first cigarette
“Come on now,” Finn said impatiently, “Hold it for me.”
Without a word, you did as your brother demanded, taking the object in your hands and looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Finn Shelby.” The furious voice of your aunt made the boy tense up and freeze instantly.
“Polly,” He gulped, slowly turning around to face the woman.
The look on her face alone was enough to put him six feet under on the spot. He didn’t even want to think about what was going to happen to him.
“You better tell me right now why the hell my three year old niece is holding a cigarette, and if you don’t say that you found her like this, then you have something else coming for you.” The threat made him pale even further and his blood ran cold.
Oblivious to what was going on, you grinned up at your aunt, “Pol! Pol!” You cheered happily, dropping the cigarette and reaching your hands up to her.
Instantly, she stooped down and swept you into her arms, you snuggling closer to her hold without a second thought as your eyes fluttered shut and you sighed in contempt.
“What’s all the bloody racket in here?” Arthur inquired, stalking onto the room with Tommy following right behind.
“Your youngest brother tried handing a cigarette to your sister.” Polly didn’t once take her venomously dangerous glare off of the young boy.
By then, his eyes had begun to fill with tears, only for them to spring loose when the two older men’s heads snapped over to him.
“Finn,” Tommy spoke in that eerie stern voice that only he seemed to be able to master, “Is what she’s saying true?”
“I-I just wanted to be like you guys!” Finn sobbed openly, dropping his head into his hands, “I wanted to smoke and be like you!”
“And you though’ that makin’ our little sister hold your cigarette was the way to do that?” Arthur asked angrily, glowering at the boy.
He shook his head vigorously back and forth, “N-no!” He hiccuped, “I just had to do somethin’ so I needed her to hold in for a minute!”
“Oi!” Polly snapped in a harsh whisper, “Hush now, Y/n has fallen asleep.” She leveled a last glare at Finn, “We’ll deal with this later, young man.”
To your last dyin' day
A joyful laugh left your lips as you ran as fast as your little legs would take you down the alleyway.
True, Tommy and Arthur had told you to stay on the sidewalk where they could see you while you played, but it didn’t hurt to go for a little run to see how fast you could make it back.
Now five years old, you were constantly getting into mischief, reminding Polly too much of how the boys were when they were little.
You hadn’t been looking where you were going, your gaze was turned up towards the brightly lit sky, so you didn’t see the person standing in the middle of the alley until you ran right into his legs.
Stumbling slightly at impact, you quickly fell onto your backside with a small ‘oof’, a stinging sensation quickly making its way through your body from the pavement.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” A malicious voice snarled from above you, causing your head to snap up with wide eyes.
The man whose legs you ran into was sneering down at you from the end of his greasy nose. And to you, he looked downright terrifying.
“I-I’m sorry Mr,” You mumbled with wide eyes, slowly crawling backwards, “It was an accident.”
He shot you a sinister smile, slowly stalking towards you, “Was it now?” He hummed mockingly.
Your head bobbed up and down as you nodded desperately, “It was, I swear it was!”
The man shook his head softly and clicked his tongue, “Now, I’m findin’ myself not really believing you, girl.”
You could feel your face pale even more at his words, “I’m sorry!” You tried again, panic swirling in your stomach. This man scared you, and you didn’t like it.
“Listen here, you little-“ He snarled, storming over to you and snatching your arm in a bruising grip and squeezing while dragging you to your feet, making you cry out in pain.
“What is going on here?” Despite the deadliness of the calm in his voice, you still sagged in relief the second you heard Tommy speak.
“Nothin’ to worry about, Mr. Shelby. Just takin’ care of this little bitch.” From the way he spoke about you, it was clear as day that he didn’t know who you were.
“Is that so?” There was no mistaking the flash of complete rage that appeared on your brother's face, “And what does my baby sister have to do with that?”
If you thought your face had been pale before, it was nothing compared to how the man looked when all the color drained from his face instantly. He let go of your arm, stumbling away as if having been burned by the contact of your skin.
As soon as you were free, you scrambled over to Tommy, hiding behind his legs and burying your face into his coat that hung near your head.
“M-Mr. Sh-Shelby,” He immediately began begging, “I-I swear to god I didn’t know who she was-“
“Clearly,” Tommy cut him off coldly.
“Listen- listen, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry, I never would have done that if I had known-“ Tears had begun cascading down his cheeks.
“But ya did, didn’ ya?” He questioned rhetorically, “And now you’re gonna have to pay the price for messin’ with the Peaky fuckin’ Blinders.”
A hand reached out and touched your shoulder and you flinched away immediately, not having heard someone approach. Whipping your head around, you were met with the sight of Arthur, holding his arms out to you.
After one glance at Tommy for confirmation, you grabbed onto your eldest brother's hand and followed him out the alley. When you tried to look back, Arthur simply turned your head away and quickened your pace to get you out of there.
Silence carried on in your absence for a moment, Tommy letting it drag on until the man looked like he quite literally was going to suffocate from it.
“Did ya see that?” He asked quietly, taking slow, menacing steps towards the man, “Did ya see how jumpy she was after what ya did to her? How she flinched away from Arthur?”
“Please, please- I’m begging you-“ The man had quite literally backed himself into a corner, his head frantically whipping around to try and find a way out.
“You scared my little sister,” He carried on, “You hurt her. And something like that… is unforgivable.”
Arthur closed the door to the house particularly loudly just in time for a gunshot to go off, silencing it slightly from your ears.
When you're a Jet
“What’d ya want?” Harry asked jokingly, leaning over the counter of the Garrison so he could look at you, “A drink?”
You giggled loudly at his words and shook your head, “Polly says I can't be drinkin’ anything from here yet!” You replied with a wide grin.
“Now, is that so?” He tapped his chin as if thinking about it, “I suppose your aunt is always right, though, ain’t she?”
You nodded your head in agreement, swinging your legs back and forth from the barstool you sat at.
“Oi!” John called, coming sauntering out of an office in the back, “Ya better not be lettin’ my little sister drink!” The smirk that played at the ends of his lips let you both know he was joking around.
“Nah!” Harry shook his head, “I tried to be cool and let her, but that little rascal is a rule follower, she is.”
John laughed loudly at that, reaching over and ruffling your hair, “That don’t sound like my sister.” He teased, “She don’t ever follow no rules.”
“She sounds like a certain group of boys I know.” There was a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke.
“Now, what’re you insinuating?” John leaned back against a table and placed his hands in his pockets, “That she's actin’ like us Blinders?”
“I think so,” The man reached over and playfully flicked your nose, making you laugh so hard that you almost went tumbling off the stool.
“Okay, alright, that’s enough now.” John quickly lowered you to the ground, not trusting you not to fall off anymore.
“Imma Blinder!” You cheered, giving your brother a toothy grin.
He laughed, bending down and scooping you up, “Yeah, I suppose ya are.”
If the spit hits the fan, you got brothers around
“Yer nothin’ but a stupid little kid,” A boy a couple years older than you, about Finn's age, sneered down at you, his raised voice attracting the attention of the other students in the school yard.
Despite the tears that began to collect in your eye ducts, you glared at him, not backing down, “That isn’t true!”
Even though he was way taller and bigger than you were, you stood your ground. That is, until he gave you a shove back by the shoulders and you went sprawling to the ground.
He had been picking on you for having mud on your clothes after playing with a couple friends outside before school and even though you tried to walk away, he just wouldn’t leave you alone.
The crowd that had gathered around gasped when you hit the ground, clearly not expecting it to escalate that quickly and your cheeks turned red.
“Hey!” None other than Finn Shelby had pushed his way through the sea of kids with a glare set on his face that resembled that of your brothers.
“What do you want?” The kid rounded on him, glaring down at your brother, who was still at least a head shorter than him.
“That’s my sister.” Finn informed him through gritted teeth, as if the boy didn’t already know.
You sniffled slightly, scrambling up and making your way over to him, tugging on his sleeve to get his attention, “It’s okay, Finn.” You mumbled, “Let’s just go.” You didn't want either of you to get into any trouble.
He just shrugged off your hand though, sizing the boy up before reeling his arm back suddenly and without warning sent it flying into the boy's nose.
Almost instantly afterward, two teachers surged through the crowd and quickly pulled the two boys apart, the one that had been picking on you now crying and holding his nose.
You and your brother had to sit in the principal's office until one of your siblings or aunt showed up, the house having been called for one of them to come pick you up.
Not too long had passed before Tommy made his way through the door, demanding and controlling aura in tow.
He ignored the staff that tried speaking to him, immediately turning his attention to the two of you, “What happened, eh?” He demanded sternly.
“I saw this kid push Y/n,” Finn jumped up to explain, “So I punched him in the face! Just like you and Arthur taught me to!”
Your older brother's eyes quickly flickered over to you, giving your body a quick once over to ensure that you were alright.
“Okay,” He spoke before turning on his heel and exiting, leaving behind a stunned teacher and not turning back to see the two of you scramble up to follow.
After walking to the car, he opened the door and waited for you two to get in before sliding into his own side. He didn’t start the car though, just turned to you.
“Are you alright?” He asked softly, to which you nodded your head, “Lucky Finn was there, then, eh?”
“I could’ve hit him too,” You insisted.
His lips quirked up, “I know, but it’s still good to have some backup sometimes.”
You were silent for a moment before turning to Finn, “Thank you for helping me.”
“He didn’t have the right to push ya,” He grumbled while leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.
You're a family man
“Game night! Game night!” You cheered, sprinting into the living room before diving head first onto the couch.
“Mind your head,” Polly scolded, “Don’t need ya hittin’ it too hard that we have to end up takin’ ya to the doctors.”
“But it’s game night!” You cheered, falling backwards onto the couch with a large grin overtaking the entirety of your face.
“Did somebody say game night?” Arthur’s voice boomed into the room before he even entered it, with a smile that could be heard through his tone.
“I did!” You chorused back, “And I’m going to beat all of you?”
“Is that so?” John strode into the room with Tommy and Finn following close behind.
“Uh huh!” You agreed, turning your face as serious as you could make it in order to try and get your point across.
“Hmm,” John tapped his chin and pretended to think, “That's weird, ‘cause if I remember correctly, I was the winner of the last game night. Not you.”
You pouted at him, crossing your arms, “Well, I’m gonna beat ya this time!”
“Ya think so?”
“I know so!”
Arthur chuckled at your words and even Tommy softened a bit at the interaction.
You're never alone
“T-Tommy?” You called out hesitantly in the darkness, voice wavering as you spoke.
The man’s eyes immediately snapped open and he shot up, hand flying out to grab the gun that was kept under his pillow, “Y/n?” He echoed back, squinting to try and make you out through the dark room, “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I-I had a nightmare,” You admitted in a whisper, shuffling your feet and toying with your fingers.
His entire being immediately sagged in relief, fingers loosening around the weapon once he realized that you were in no physical danger. He wasn’t stupid though, he knew how much of a danger dreams could be, how they could affect one’s mind.
“Come ‘ere,” He mumbled, scooting over in the bed to make room, lifting up the blanket like an invitation.
You wasted no time before plunging onto the bed, cuddling up to your brother's chest, “Thank you,” You murmured shyly.
“No, need to thank me, sweetheart,” He mumbled, dipping his head so he could place a kiss on the top of your hair.
It was silent for a moment, and Tommy would’ve thought you had fallen back asleep if you hadn’t spoken up with an embarrassed whisper, “I know I’m eight now and I’m supposed to be a big girl, but it was really scary, Tommy.”
He let a small sign fall from his nose as he tightened his arms around you, “There’s no such thing as being too old for nightmares, sweetheart.”
You pulled away and looked up at him with wide eyes, “Really?”
He hummed, “I get them all the time.”
Your jaw was on the floor by then, “You do?” Never in a million years would you be able to picture your strong big brother having a bad dream.
“I do,” He repeated, “Do you want to talk about yours?”
Immediately, you shook your head into his chest, arms wrapping around his torso to the best of their abilities.
“Okay, alright,” He mumbled, leaving another kiss on your head, “You can go to sleep, sweetheart. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything get you.”
You're never disconnected
You had no idea where you were. You spun around in circles but still couldn’t pinpoint your own location.
Earlier in the day, you had insisted to your brothers that they bring you to a marketplace that was in town, and they reluctantly relented and brought you. But now you couldn’t find them and the panic was starting to set in.
You gasped, whipping around when you felt a hand on your shoulder and were met with the sight of an unfamiliar man.
“Let go of me!” You demanded immediately, squirming out of his hold.
He raised his hands automatically, backing away from you, “Sorry, kid, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “You didn’t scare me,” You grumbled.
“Hey, it’s alright. I work for your brothers.” He reassured you, but even though it was supposed to comfort you, it only made you even more suspicious of him.
Slowly, you took a step away from the stranger, ready to make a run for it, when the sound of thundering footsteps made you turn to your right, all your brothers rushing over to where you were.
“Oh, thank god,” John mumbled, coming to a stop and running a hand down his face when he saw you safe and sound.
“Daryl,” Tommy greeted, clearly knowing the man, “I am now in your debut. Thank you for taking care of her.”
The man, Daryl, tipped his hat to Tommy and shot you a playful wink, “‘twas my pleasure, boss. Just lucky I was in the area and saw her before anyone else did.”
You're home with your own
“You’re doin’ it wrong!” You insisted with a whine, bringing your foot down and stomping against the floor once.
“I’m following the directions!” Finn snapped back, “How am I doin’ it wrong if I’m following the directions?”
“You ain’t, though! You’re addin’ too much chocolate chips and not enough flour!” You were beginning to lose your temper with your brother.
He simply shrugged, “I don’t see the problem with havin’ any extra chocolate.” He tried to reason.
You dropped your head to the counter with a groan, “We need to make them special! We can’t do that if you don’t follow the recipe.”
Finn seemed to contemplate it for a moment before rolling his eyes with a sigh and beginning to undo what he had done, “Fine, we’ll follow your borin’ cookie recipe.”
“What’re you two doing?”
You both shrieked and whipped around at the sudden voice, coming face to face with Tommy, who had a single eyebrow raised in your direction.
“Makin’ cookies,” Your brother answered dumbly.
“No!” You shrieked, reaching over and slapping his arm, “It was supposed to be a surprise!”
The boy scowled, reaching up to rub the sore spot of where you had hit, “Not much of a secret, anyone could see what we’re doing.”
Tommy looked amused by the scene before him and put his hands up in mock surrender, taking a step out of the kitchen, “Just act like I wasn’t even ‘ere.”
You eagerly jumped on the opportunity and began shooing Finn back to what he was supposed to be doing to prepare the dessert.
When company's expected, you’re well protected
Tears silently ran down your cheeks as Polly held you close with a hand resting over your mouth, keeping you from making any noise to notify anyone of your presence.
A group of men had broken into your house while your brothers were out on business and began ransacking it. Your aunt had pulled you into a closet with her as soon as she had gotten wind of what was happening and hid the two of you behind an old pile of jackets.
“Shh, hush now,” She whispered as quietly as possible into your ear, “It’s alrigh’. We’re gonna be alrigh’.”
The walls muffled the exact words being spoken by the group of men, but you could still hear their voices and the sounds of their footsteps getting nearer and nearer to your hiding place.
“-thought you said the kid and old lady were still here,” You heard one of them grunt, meaning that they were a lot closer than before.
Polly held you tighter to her chest at his words.
“They are, I’ve been scouting outside this place all day and neither one of them has left.” A new voice shot back.
“Check the closets,” A third voice said, making you whimper softly.
Just then light poured into your small space, temporarily blinding you the second the door was roughly thrown open. Polly was quick to move you behind her, using her body as a shield against your own.
“I found them-“ He was cut off by the sound of multiple gunshots going off at once that automatically made your ears begin ringing, making it near impossible to hear anything else.
Slowly, you tried to peek around your aunt's body, but she quickly pushed you behind her once more, “Don’t look.” You could barely make out her words over the constant ringing.
“Giver ‘er ‘ere, Pol.” A voice- Tommy’s, you think- spoke through the haze, and you were carefully passed into the arms of your older brother, who maneuvered you in such a way that you couldn’t see the body’s that lay scattered all over the room, your other brothers standing over them to ensure that the job was done.
“You’re alright,” He whispered soothingly in your ear, striding out of the room with you as you desperately gasped for air and gripped onto his shirt like a lifeline, “You’re alright, I’ve gotcha now, I’ve gotcha.”
Sure, you’ve had scares in the past- it came with the line of work your family was in- but nothing compared to the heart gripping terror you experienced for the first time that day.
Of course, your family saved you just in time, though. Just like they always did.
Then you are set with a capital J
“Well, don’t you look fancy,” Arthur commented as you happily skipped into the kitchen.
You giggled a bit with a nod of your head, moving past where he and John sat at the table to grab and apple from the counter.
“What’s the occasion?” Your other brother piped up, glancing up from his own breakfast.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes teasingly at the two men, “I don’t need a reason to dress up,” You informed them, “I’m going to school! All the girls dress up now at school!”
John’s eyebrows shot up, “Oh, and you’re doin’ what all the other girls are doin’ now?”
A hum left your lips as you floated over, placing a kiss on each of their cheeks before joyfully leaving the room.
Tommy entered just as you were leaving, receiving a large bear hug from you before you continued on your way, singing a song quietly to yourself.
“I don’ think I’ve ever seen anyone that happy to be goin’ to school.” The man commented.
“Tommy… I’ve just had an awful realization,” Arthur looked up at his brother with wide eyes, taking his little brothers raised eyebrow as a sign to continue, “I thinks n/n is growin’ up.”
“And what makes ya say that?”
“She’s goin’ to school all dressed up becuase it’s what all the other girls be doin’ now,” Arthur was talking with a horrified look on his face, “And I don’t like it, Tommy.”
The man rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, “She’s just dressing up a bit, Arthur, it’s not the end of the world. You can start worryin’ when she comes around talkin’ about boys, eh?”
“Boys?” Arthur paled even more, “I didn’ even think of that part.”
Which you'll never forget ‘til they cart you away
“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” John asked softly, worry painting his features as he immediately dropped onto the couch next to you.
You had your head in your hands and tears were falling down your cheeks when you looked up, startled by your older brother's presence. You hadn’t thought anyone was home.
“John,” You immediately moved to wipe your tears away, but he gently caught your wrists, halting your movements.
“What’s wrong?” He asked again, making sure he was looking you in the eyes as he spoke.
You sniffled slightly, shrugging harshly and trying to avert your gaze from his.
“Y/n,” He prompted, “I just wanna help ya.”
A sigh fell through your lips and you realized that it wouldn't hurt to just tell him, there was nothing he could do to change it anyway.
“A couple girls were making fun of me in school today.” You whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself as you spoke, “I was called on for a question on the homework and I got it wrong.”
His eyebrows set in a furrow, “So they made fun of ya for it?”
You nodded tearfully, biting down on your lip and dropping your head in defeat.
“Hey, hey,” He cooed softly, gently taking your chin and moving it so you were looking at him again, “Wanna know what I want ya to do?” He didn’t wait for you to respond, “I want ya to go back to school tomorrow and show those girls exactly who they’re dealing with.”
It was then your turn to allow your eyebrows to dip in confusion, “Who?”
“You.” A smile tugged at his lips, “You’re a Peaky fuckin’ Blinder and nobody gets away with messing with one of them.”
You smiled now, tears having stopped springing from your eyes, “I’m a Peaky Blinder.” You repeated.
He grinned, reaching over ruffling your hair affectionately, “And don’ ya ever forget it.”
When you're a Jet, you stay a Jet
“Happy Birthday,” Tommy smiled one of his rare, real smiles with an even rarer twinkle in his eyes, “I hope ya like it.”
You were finally fourteen, and your whole family was gathered around the living room to celebrate, passing gifts upon gifts into your arms.
A gasp escaped from your lips as you opened the lid to the box and peered inside, “I-it,” You choked out, “It’s wonderful.”
You gently placed it to the side and sprang forward, throwing your arms around your brother's neck and bringing him in for a tight hug.
“All right, all right,” He said playfully, “Try it on now.”
Carefully, with the rest of your family gazing at you in wonder, you took out your very own Shelby family, Peaky Blinders cap.
Something that looked much like a distant memory flashed over Arthur and John’s faces instantly the second you placed it upon your head.
“Do ya remember when-“ John began, and Arthur nodded.
“When what?” You echoed in curiosity, looking at a nearby mirror and adjusting your new present.
“When the last time you wore one of those, it was too damn big for your own head,” Arthur laughed loudly at the memory.
Tommy chuckled fondly, “I remember.”
You looked over your shoulder and gave them wide grins, causing their hearts to squeeze tightly at the deja vu they were getting from seeing you like that.
When you're a Jet you’re the top cat in town
“M-Miss. Shelby,” A store owner stuttered out as soon as you opened the door to his bakery.
“Morning, sir.” You greeted kindly, having learned a long time ago not to take his fear to heart. No matter how nice you tried to be to people, no one was able to see past your family name. And oftentimes, you wouldn’t even complain.
“I- I have some freshly baked cakes!” His eyes widened at his own realization before quickly scrambling into the back and coming back less than a moment later with the treats in hand.
You shot him a smile, picking them up after he slid them along to counter towards you before reaching for your pocket for some money.
“Oh, oh no, Miss. Shelby.” He shook his head, “It’s on the house.”
A frown pulled on your lips, “But, sir-“
“It’s the least I could do,” He insisted, “Please, just take it.”
Hesitantly, you nodded before thanking him and making your way out of the store. Of course, this wasn’t even the first time something like this had happened to you or any other one of your siblings.
While you found it slightly worrisome, Finn found it downright hilarious.
You're the gold-medal kid, with the heavyweight crown
“Hey, oi, Johnny boy,” Arthur whispered, making the man look up from the newspaper in his lap, eyes following to where his older brother had inclined his head.
He felt a smile slowly grow on his face when he realized what he was looking at.
You were cuddled up between some pillows under a blanket on the couch nearby to them with an open book in your lap and your head dropped lazily to the side, having fallen asleep while reading.
“Should I wake her?” Finn asked mischievously from his seat beside John, who reached up and gave the boy a good whack on the back of the head, “I was only jokin’.” He grumbled.
“Let ‘er sleep,” Arthur said quietly, “Besides, she looks so peaceful right now.”
When you're a Jet, you’re the swingin'est thing
“I will push you in, Finn Shelby, don’t test me,” You warned as the two of you walked side by side on a bridge that hung a couple feet above the river.
The boy snickered, playfully shoving his shoulder against yours, “I’d like to see you try.”
A wicked glint settled in your eye, but it was gone before Finn could have been able to see it.
Deciding to wait until he let his guard down again, you allowed a few moments to pass in silence as you walked side by side, pretending to study the water.
Then, without giving him so much as a slight warning, you used all your force and sent him flying into the water down below.
You were holding onto your stomach and doubling over while cackling by the time he resurfaced, jaw dropped and a look of betrayal on his face, “Look whatcha did!” He complained.
“Oops,” You giggled before making your way over to the edge and sticking out your hand to help you up, feeling only a little bit bad about what you did.
He swam over to you and took your outstretched hand, but instead of using it to pull himself out like you thought he would, he yanked down on it hard, sending you toppling right after him into the freezing water.
You gasped as soon as you resurfaced, and he was now the one laughing at the look on your face, “That’s what you get!” He cheered.
Glaring at him slightly, you hit your hands against the surface, sending a big wave straight into his face.
He sat there, frozen for a moment, before slowly turning to face you fully and splashing you right back in the face.
Little boy, you're a man, little man, you're a king
You couldn’t help the wide smile that grew on your face as soon as you sat down at the table. All around you, your brothers and aunt chatted loudly amongst themselves whilst enjoying the first dinner you had all together in a couple of months.
“What’s got ya smilin’ over there?” Tommy asked from beside you.
“Just really happy that we’re all together right now,” You replied without so much as allowing your smile to falter.
His lips twitched upwards, “Yeah, me too, sweetheart. Me too.”
Shelby Family 💚- @kiyomi-uchiha777
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@rabbityshen I've noticed your tags and I'd like to share my thoughts on this, just because you raised a good argument and not to make you change your mind! I hope it's fine!
My point is, while on a first look it could seem that Suzaku and Lelouch started as a sweet and functional friendship, I don't quite agree looking more in depth at their relationship since the very beginning.
They've met as 10 years old when Lelouch was sent as an hostage to the Kururugi shrine. They were sons of the leaders of two nations at the opposite sides of an impending war, so bounded to be enemies by birth.
Now, Lelouch was an already traumatised child, he had seen his mother die and his sister becoming blind and crippled after the attack, then was abandoned and strumentalised by his father. Japanese were no kind to him to say the least—I mean, being secluded in a, what was it, an old shed, with really poor care for the children wellbeing except for the basic needs to make them stay alive because they were useful pawns? He was beaten on a daily basis, insulted and stepped on. He was followed by men who stood by and watched as he was being battered since their job was not to be his bodyguards but only to prevent him from killing himself, damn!, as if it were a perfectly reasonable and contemplated eventuality that no one cared to avoid by providing a bit of support, but just by blocking him from committing suicide if he ever tried! A 10 years old kid.
In a word, he was miserable. And at the very start was Suzaku any different than all the other Japanese? No. He bullied, beated and insulted him. He called him a weakling, he also said to him that he didn't even have the right to address him and speak to him, because he was the son of the Prime Minister and Lelouch a nobody. Sign that he was somewhat aware of the disparity between them and that he was taking advantage of that power unbalancement rooted to those racial differences and political issues that would soon escalate into war. Obviously as a kid he couldn't really understand all of this, he was just mimicking the adults, and let me stress that I don't want to condemn him, I LOVE his character, and if I don't go into a more detailed analysis here it's just because it's not the point of my argument.
What I intend to say is that not only they didn't start "on the right foot", but the premise of their future friendship was already bitter. That rivalry had more serious roots than that of the two usual kids that at the beginning don't get along well. Yes, Suzaku soon regrets being cruel to him, take pity on him and decides instead that he "must protect him". But the fact itself that a child as broken as Lelouch was immediately grew attached to whom until the day before was his BULLY speaks of emotional issues. It's because of Suzaku that he realises that since his mother died he too wasn't laughing anymore, not just Nunnally. He needed that friendship as you need water (pun intended, if you've watched the OVAs :D).
Then the war broke out. They even spent a short time surviving together in the middle of a war-torn country covered in ashes, blood and corpses, a traumatising experience that can really bond two (three, in this case) people in an extremely strong, visceral way. What makes so important the shared memory of that "summer of joy" is that it's been the last glimpse of their innocent childhood before it was brutally stripped from them. If it wasn't for that, it would be almost laughable the level of mutual obsession they have for each other only on the basis of– what, a few months spent playing together and having fun as if they were two normal kids that briefly met on a summer camp 7 years before?
To Lelouch, Suzaku has been his last chance at being still a child when he was already miserable, a light in the dark. To Suzaku, though, Lelouch has been probably a sunset before nightfall, since everything started to collapse for him the moment they met (in this regard, I find it "funny" how Lelouch has been the unintentional cause of it, since him and Nunnally presence was just a trap, a false sign of submission and guarantee of peace on Britannia's part to make Japan lower their defenses. Which is why the sudden attack was so effective. Japan was no weak, actually it was an economically powerful nation (the most) with strong alliances, they've been just caught by surprise).
Then they meet again as 17 years old, they even become schoolmates, but by then they're already denied the chance to truly be just normal, functional friends, since they're unknownly enemies.
To quote Suzaku own thoughts, a pov that takes place BEFORE the SAZ massacre and Euphemia's death, and which proves that deep inside he already knew Zero's true identity (for how long?),
An accident of birth tied you to me as my first enemy, and now… you have become the worst friend I’ve ever had.
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A Wolf's Heart | Robb Stark x trans!m!reader
anonymous asked: I know I don't usually request for anyone other than COD characters but I really wanted to request for Robb Stark so just ftm reader is fine. I had the prompts "No, no leaving the bed until you kiss me" and "I want to marry you" but with the second prompt I was thinking they are already married. I hope this makes sense.
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summary: Robb is infatuated with you, completely and utterly.
tws: swearing, brief mentions of war
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For the most part, you and Robb were quite happy to be together; whenever he could spare time away from Winterfell, he would come and see you at your home, and whenever you could spare time away, you went to see him.
Long nights spent cuddled up beneath furs as you simply held one another, revelling in the feel of each other's breaths and skin.
Just being.
You did not fear lions and dragons, you did not fear the undying and the phantoms that haunted the halls, when you had a wolf to keep you company at night; you did not fear lions when you knew that a wolf could snap their necks if he wanted to.
You did not fear dragons when you knew that there was a wolf beside you to keep you safe; you didn't fear anyone or anything when you had Robb there with you. A lion and a dragon, for all their gold and for all their cruelty, could never break a wolf.
But that was then. That was before you had agreed to live in Winterfell with him, before you had experienced the harsh cold and the bitter winds; that was before you, partially, became a wolf. Maybe not a full wolf, you doubted that that would ever happen, but even being part wolf was enough; lions and dragons wanted you dead.
Stags and krakens envied and loathed you, despised you and wished you harm but were too cowardly to do anything about it.
You were good friends with Jon, which you supposed helped to keep you out of trouble, as when Robb wasn't around, Jon was always with you; you also often found yourself sitting with Sansa and talking to her about her interests and her hobbies.
She was clever, far smarter than Robb and a far better tactician than Jon, which in a world like your own, was a deadly thing to be; Robb may have commanded an army, Jon may have been a Crow, but Sansa was clever.
You had a feeling that if she were let into the war rooms, she would ensure a victory ever time; she may have never experienced it, but Sansa knew the art of war better than anyone.
Among the wolves, you were welcomed, more than comfortable and you felt more at home than you could admit; they didn't care that you were trans, they didn't care that you and Robb were men in a loving relationship.
Wolves didn't care about such trivial things, they only wanted to show that they accepted you into their family, into their pack, and if anyone was going to stand in the way of that, then they had to face the jaws and claws of wrathful wolves.
You and Robb were married the second that he came back from the battlefield, still covered in blood and guts, still wearing his armour; his lips had tasted like copper, but you didn't mind.
You were just glad that he was back, and even more glad that you were as much of a wolf as you could be; you were glad that he was home, glad that he had survived another battle for long enough to come back and lick his wounds.
You had been married only two months when, for the first time, you were rudely awoken; the feeling of coarse hair on your neck as Robb gently kissed you, leaving a trail from your jaw to your shoulder as he smiled against you and kept his hand on your side, fingers splayed as he threw his leg over you.
You wanted to shove him off and tell him to wait another hour, but his kisses were so sweet and so tender that you couldn't help but to grumble softly.
"I missed you," the words echoed across your skin as he slowly pulled away just enough so that he could look you in the eyes, a tired but pleased smile upon his lips.
You couldn't help but to scoff as you laughed, rolling your eyes. "Miss me? Robb, for the past two months we've hardly been away from each other."
"Yeah, but," he took a second to stretch, pushing his groin forward as he growled and sighed. "I was asleep, and I missed you, and I want to marry you."
"Robb, I became your husband all of two months ago," you laughed. Such a sound he wanted to listen to until the end of his days, on repeat for all to hear. "You're a fool!"
Robb would not hear such nonsense against him, so he put his leg over yours, pushed himself up as he straddled your waist, and firmly planted his hands on your shoulders as he grinned wickedly, wolfishly; you were entirely at his mercy, and he knew it.
Leaning down a little, not quite enough to kiss you but enough to tease you and to make you yearn for him, enough to make you try and reach him. He tilted his head, tone teasing more than anything else.
"I'm a fool now, am I?"
"Yes," you nodded. "An absolute fool."
"Well, that's it, then," he let himself go, all of his weight on you as he dropped down. "You're not going anywhere."
You laughed, trying to break free from his grasp as you wriggled and tried to get yourself out from under him. "Robb! Let me go!"
"No, no leaving the bed until you kiss me." He pressed himself into you a little bit more, made it known that he had no intentions of letting you go even though he was laughing with you.
"You're such a cock," you scoffed, giving in and letting your body lose its tension beneath him, daring to lace a hand in his soft brown hair. "You know that."
"But you love me," he murmured. "Don't you, dear husband?"
You grumbled, earning you a playful smack on the chest that made you laugh and grin. "Yes, against my better judgement, wolf."
Robb snuggled into you, holding on tightly as he yawned. "Do I get a kiss now?"
"No."
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Love Deep As The Ocean
Cw: mentions of blood, bloodloss,injury,Food a minor being taken hostage ( not explicit). Implied trauma involving motherhood/becoming a mother (bcs being raised by a bad mother)
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Summary: Varun gets saved by a misterious person whom he ends up crossing paths multiple times.
->Songs: En el mar: la Sonora matancera, Sea of Love By Cat Power
(Im on Mobile. Sorry for the long post!)
♡Lovely Taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifepatrickbateman
Varun stared at Jerico, quietly cooking lentil soup, his cheek on his hand, arm propped up on the table besides the dinner Plate.
He took a deep breath, letting the scent of the food invade his senses and make his shoulders relax.
The smell reminds him of the first time they met...
《♡♡♡♡♡》
Harbor Ran holding his side, limping as his hand pressed against a wall.
REALM's men ran past the little alleyway he had hidden in, and once they are out of sight and ear reach he walks out and looks both ways.
Varun lets out a sigh of relief and walks back the way he came from, though his head feels light weight, breaths shallow and quick, the midday sun hits harshly against his skin. Has it always been this warm?.
His body slams against the wall covered in the shade of a nearby tree, sighing in relief. Blood loss is a bitch.
Looking at his bloodied hand, his vision doubles and gasps for air.
--Are you okay?--A voice asked.
He looked up, blinking to try to clear his eyes, sharp features of a face and a worried expression is all he can make out, the sun that filters through the leaves give them a sort of Halo around their head.
They say something he cant make out, and Next thing he knows he feels himself being carried away.
--Whats your blood type?--They asked.
--Huh-- wh-what was that beautiful?
He smiled seeing the blush spread across the person's cheeks-- Whats your blood type?
--type O...--He winced-- that bad huh?
--Yeah...try to stay awake--They muttered.
--Whatever you say Doc...
Well. Easier said than done, in a matter of seconds he was out like a light.
The Next time he wakes up, hes in a bed, half naked, his body felt sore, he blinks slowly regaining concioussnes.
--Wha- where am I?--He tried to sit up but the gash across his side stinged and burnt with pain.
--Easy, easy...--harbor Turned to see the misterious stranger that saved him.
Beautiful brown hair fell wildly down to where their shoulders started, green eyes, intense but warm, mildly thin lips that curled down, their expression showed worry and amusement.
--Uh...hi--He said laying back down sheepishly.
They laughed under their breath and handed him a bottle of water--Here-- varun slowly sat up with the help of his savior--You lost a lot of blood, drink water
He chuckled, eyeing his bracelet and nodding, drinkung from the bottle, the cold liquid was a relief from the brash heat. --I lost a lot of blood, where the hell did you get a blood transfusion
They sat besides him--I know a guy or two
--Works for me--He wasnt going to complain about getting his ass saved--I think I should know your name, to properly thank you
--Jerico-- they replied.
--Means city of the moon--He noted flirtly.
Jerico rolled their eyes--Alright, and whats your name?
--Varun, Nice to make your acquaintance~
--Alright, Varun, im going to make some lunch, you take it easy--They stood up, walking to the kitchen, Merely some meters away from the bed he was resting on.
Harbor soon laid down and interlazed his fingers togheter,resting his hands on his chest.
It didnt take long for the smell of food to invade the room, spices, dried herbs, Onions,bell peppers.
It feels oddly like home, and his body relaxes, was Jerico a total stranger? Yes, were they also very nice? Yes.
Varun felt like a pull towards them, an idea came to his mind but quickly dismissed it. Though a part of his mind didnt agree.
His eyes shoot Open, hearing a beautiful voice sing-- En el mar la vida es más sabrosa
En el mar te quiero mucho más
Con el sol, la luna y las estrellas
En el mar todo es felicidad
Te verás bañada por las olas
Y serás sirena de mi amor
Hallarás amor entre sus aguas
Y tendrás del mar su inspiración..-- spanish,that was the language jerico was speaking while carrying him.
He Turned his head to see them, and their eyes go wide...
Warm summer breeze flowes through their hair, swaying it slowly and Gently, eyes half lidded while adding chili powder to some potatos, and he noticed the beautiful yellow dress that swayed with the same gentle breeze.
Breath leaves Harbors chest,oh. She was beautiful...
With a smile he closed his eyes and kept listening to her singing, maybe he wasnt too wrong in thinking what the thought before.
The food was great, spicy and salty, it tasted like home,and it made him feel like he had a home.
--Ever thought of doing something else than running away from guys?--Jeri teased.
--Hah, maybe, if REALM stops hunting me down..
--Maybe defend this world? I mean you have that thing--They tapped the bracelet, that seemed to react to their touch, the floating ball spins quickly, to then calm itself down.
--Hmm...well I am stuck with this for a reason..--He agreed-- this food tastes great,thank you
--Of course--Jeri smiled and varuns heart melted.
Their presence was calming, grounded, Like the calmness in the eye of the storm.
--When youre done you gotta take a bath,I need to change those bandages
He nodded--Cant move much though..
--Ill help, --they added not looking up from their Plate-- if- if you dont mind that is
--I uh...I dont--he confirmed,cheeks darkening.
During the bath, jerico Gently scrubbed the Mans chest, humming a song that made Varun feel relaxed, then she washed his hair, which almost makes him fall asleep, the caresses of her finger tips against his scalp felt right, Like this was the exact place he was supposed to be.
Soon they were sharing the only bed in the small appartment, he hugged their waist while they slept.
Harbor didnt feel right doing this at first, but the bed was relatively small, so he had no other choice.
But it also felt right, as if he was were he was supposed to be. Like some sort of karmic energy pulled him to her.
Sighing with resignation of not being able to figure out what was happening he closed his eyes and decided to join jerico in their sleep.
Jeri nursed him back to health during the following days, sharing small domestic moments, flirting and that sensation of a pull becoming stronger.
Now varun sat on the terrace of a building, a day after he left, his hair left a reminder of her scent. A part of her would be with him.
《♡♡♡♡》
He snapped back to reality as he catched a glimpse of jerico's lizard tail sway to the rythm of the music in the radio.
Their sticky Hands let them Carry plenty of things, and for a moment he rememebred the second time they met.
《♡♡♡♡♡♡》
Its late at night as varun walks through the streets, thinking of his savior, he hoped that the walk would clear his mind. Needless to say it didnt work.
--Get her!--A Man yelled, jerico ran with a young girl in her arms.
--Its okay-- jerico told the girl-- Duck your head in my chest,dont look behind
The girl obeyed and gripped her carrier's clothes.
As the men behind her prepare to shoot, a wall of water comes out of no-where and the bullets are stopped by it.
--That wall...Varun?!
--No time!--Harbor yelled putting a hand on their Lower back--follow me!
Both start running away, loosing their pursuers soon after.
--whats with the kid?--He asked out of breath
--She-- was a hostage..I was contracted to free her
He looked at the kid, Clothes and hair a mess--Are you okay?
The girl looked at him,clearly scared.
He Walked closer and kneeled to eye level--ठीक है, जवान...(its okay,young one),its okay, lets take you to your family yeah?
The girl nodded and her eyes rested on the bracelet--You like this huh? Its shiny, and guess what, its going to help us Keep you safe
Jeri giggled under her breath, she May not want to have kids of her own, but Seeing Varun like that made her melt a little.
--Do you know where her house is?
Jerico nodded--Yeah, c'mon--She picked the girl up and both started to walk.
Soon enough the girl fell asleep, jeri smiled and murmured a lullaby.
--So, how much are they paying you for the job?--He asked.
--Nothing really, her family is very poor-- she confessed-- im doing this for 'em
--Thats...very nice of you --She gave him a warm smile, fixing the girl so she was more comfortable--ill take her -- he Gently grabs the kid from her arms and lets the girls head rest on his shoulder.
In her eyes, Varun was perfect. She could see him as a dad.
--You'd be a great dad--she commented.
--Uh-uhm..Thank you-- he said,being catched off guard-- you'd be a great parent
Jerico looked away shyly,scratching the back of their neck-- dont really wanna have kids..but thank you...means a lot
He patted her back and smiled, she smiled back and both Walked closer to the other.
After handing the girl to her parents, they let them both share the spare room for the night.
--What made you take up that job?--Harbor asked, jerico's head against his chest, both looking out of the Window.
--I like helping people, making the world a better place --She admitted.
--The worlds better because you are in it--Varun said without thinking,it was genuine.
Jeri didnt reply, only nuzzled closer to him, her hand Inching closer to his.
He Gently takes their hand, and smiles,kissing the top of their head--shubh raatri (good night)
--Good night...--Jeri didnt quite get what he had said, but given the context, they figured the gist of it.
The Next day they parted ways, with longing stares and aching hearts.
Since then, Harbor took Jobs that benefitted the communities of the places he ran way to.
Some times he would lay down in bed looking out the Window, his mind revolving around the idea he had since day one of meeting them.
Lehnu,the link with another soul that causes you to keep crossing paths, positively impacting each other. It describes someone who helps you lead a life that serves a higher purpose.
That was the Hindu idea of Soulmates.
He wondered where they were now. Varun didnt think much of his life after he started to be on the run. But thanks to Jerico he wanted to make his life worth something.
But Varun also had influence on jerico, it felt good knowing that someone like him supported them even from far away, every little compliment he made to them stayed within them giving them strenght.
《♡♡♡♡♡》
Harbor remembers he felt confident that he would see them again.
He never expected their Next meeting to be when both joined the valorant protocol.
《♡♡♡♡》
Both stayed dumbfodedly at eachother, before hugging the other tight.
--You two know eachother?--Asked Brimstone.
--Sorta!--Jeri confirmed-- we ran into eachother a couple of times
They were Inseparable, between Jerico's shape shifting and earth powers and Varun's water powers they were the perfect match during combat
One night, they went up to the terrace of the base, hidden in a mountain on an island.
Both Drank from their teas, He had a chai one, and she had black tea.
Both looked at the Ocean, surrounding the island like as if the water was protecting the earth.
--Its beautiful...--He commented-- the Ocean at night...
--I love the Ocean...since I was a kid...I love the beach and the sand...
--Well I do have water powers...--He flirted looking at them, not expecting the answer they would give him
--Well, youre the embodiment of one of the things I love the most--They said, trying to mask the nervousness on their voice.
He tensed and looked away, cheeks warm.-- Well-- I uh...I dont know how to reply to that-- Harbor cleared his throat-- But thanks to you ive found out I love lizards...and flowers and plants..
They smiled standing closer to him, and he moved closer--I always feel safe around you, Like the Ocean protecting this island, I feel like im the island when im with you...,youre so calm and grounding...and nice...--He sighed, tapping his mug-- I uh...have a crush on you
Jerico pressed their head against Varun's shoulder--I do too..I wrote you a little something actually.. I really missed you...
--Can I hear it ?
--Sure...--They Drank from their cup and said-- "As an act of love the sea sent you to me.
'We spend a year appart, my shores long for your skin and your laugh,appart for such a Long time,so here,I bring him, the embodiment of that which you love so much'
And the moment your eyes laid on me, I felt the rushing waves sweep me away, and I felt the same love I do during summer near the shore.
Ebb and flow, the tide of your love, those brown eyes melt me like the summer heat, I can already feel the sand against my feet.
Youre everything I love. Everything I need.
Your calm, your flow, your shores your love"
He chuckled and hugged their waist, nuzzling their hair--I also wrote you something...
Harbor fumbled with his pocket before pulling out a piece of paper, Reading it-- "Brash sun,Hard earth.
The barren land that nothing grows, Harsh heat that blurrs my vision.
And then, gentle summer breeze, Soft dirt, the smell of dried herbs and spices, I met you just when the sun its at its highest
Calm light, warms my heart, the color of that dress you wore, while cooking lunch for an injured dog.
With you I dont have to hide, with you, the dangers of the barren land I used to run through dissapear, and I realize I want you,my dear..
My soft dirt, my warm summer breeze, my beautiful lotus flower, That Grants me rebirth.."
They take his free hand and look at him, and he leans in for the kiss, they kiss back, both smiling.
《♡♡♡♡》
--Thanks for the food--Varun said. -- ive been thinking about our history togheter and...I think youre...youre my soulmate--He pulled jerico closer to his chest.
--I think youre my soulmate too...--Jeri agreed.
The screen that acted as a Window showed a calm beach at night, both look at it and giggle under their breath.
--In Hindu culture, there's an idea that you have a karmic connection with certain souls. In the Gujarati language, it's called lehnu: the link with another soul that causes you to keep crossing paths, positively impacting each other. It describes someone who helps you lead a life that serves a higher purpose.--He explained.
--Well...im glad we ended up togheter...--Jeri said.
--Me too, My lotus --He kissed them Gently, hugging them protectively.
--Thats such a beautiful petname, my Ocean...
He chuckled--Lotus mean rebirth...I think it suits you pretty well--Varun gave his lover a playful smile and closed his eyes-- Come with me my love
To the sea
The sea of love
I want to tell you
How much I love you--He started singing,caressing Their hair.
--Do you remember
When we met?
That's the day I knew you were my pet
I want to tell you
How much I love you --Followed jeri, nuzzling his chest with their eyes closed.
--Come with me my love
To the sea
The sea of love
I want to tell you
How much I love you..--He finished, noticing his lover was peacefully asleep, he chuckled and followed suit, the sound of the waves and the breath of his beloved relaxing his body and soul.
#cw blood loss mention#tw blood loss mention#cw injury mention#tw injury mention#cw blood#tw blood#ask to tag#🌊your love is easy like the waves off the shore🌊
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More Birthdays Means Longer Life
Pairings: !roommate Frank Castle x f. reader; !roommate Peter Parker x f. reader; !roommate Matt Murdock x f. reader (all platonic for now)
Genre: fluff and [sorta] crack
Warnings: your boss is a Brad 🤮, your roommates are big instigators, vandalism w/ toilet paper
Summary: Your roommates help turn your birthday around for better.
Word Count: 1k
Beta Read: N/A
Notes: Y'all it's @crazycookiecrumbles birthday 💝🥳 you better say happy birthday or you won't pass the vibe check from Peter, Matt, or Frank. Anyways, I love you bb and I hope you are having an awesome day 😘💕 This is my first stab at writing for any of these characters so be gentle with me pweeze 🥺 Although no 18+ warnings are present, my blog is still 18+ so PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE NOT 18+! Otherwise you will be blocked! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
Your birthday has finally arrived and you were so excited to celebrate it with your best friends, who were also your roommates. They had planned to take you to the city for the whole day. All that changed when your boss called.
You could already feel the blood boiling when the name Brad Livingston showed up on your phone screen. That man was a total Brad, and the fact that he had the audacity to call you when you specifically requested today off was your last straw with him.
“Hey, there!” His icky voice greeted. “I know, I know. It’s your birthday and you called off already. But here’s the thing, Jerry had to call off last minute-“
“Are you out of your mind, Brad? I am tired of your inconsiderate behavior toward me. You always bend your back for Jerry, yet when I ask for one god damn day off, you treat me like I’m scum.”
You were so heated that you didn’t hear your roommates creak your bedroom door slightly. Matt’s hand on the doorknob came to a halt when he heard your yelling from the other side of the room.
Peter and Frank stood behind Matt holding your birthday cake and plastic princess tiara respectively. Their faces dropped in shock as you cussed out your Brad of a boss.
“You know what? You can eat my shit because I quit! Fuck you Brad and fuck Jerry too!” You hung up without allowing Brad to cover his ass. Grabbing the stuffed teddy bear that the boys won you at a fair, you shoved your face into its belly, screaming more profanities.
While your face was buried in the plush, your roommates entered your room quietly before shouting “Happy Birthday!”
The teddy bear fell to the floor as you jumped in surprise. “Oh, you guys! I don’t know what to say.”
Peter began, “I can think of two words you could say-“
Frank smacked Peter’s chest. “Dude, lay off her. She just quit her job.”
“Yeah, finally,” Matt added.
Your face warmed up in embarrassment. “Shit, I’m sorry y’all had to hear that.”
Frank interrupted you, “Don’t be! It was badass that you stood your ground like that.” The other boys nodded and chimed in with their dislike towards your boss. You sighed happily, knowing that they would always support you no matter what.
“You know what would be pretty funny?” Peter had a menacing glint in his eyes and you were already worried about what he was gonna suggest. “Why don’t we TP this Brad guy. Give him a taste of his medicine, you know?”
“Pete, that’s ridiculous! We’re all adults here so let’s be mature about this. Besides, I’ll get over it, eventually.” You stared at Frank and Matt, in hopes they would take your side on this. When the men stayed silent, you knew you would be in for it.
The other guys express how down they are and they instigate you to TP Brad’s house. You agree as long as they still take you to the city like they promised.
After spending the day in the city, you headed back through the subway. The boys carried rolls of toilet paper in their hands while you wore your plastic tiara and a pink sash that labeled “Birthday Princess” across it. A few older folks wished you happy birthday while heading to your destination, in which you gave them a kind smile in return.
When you reached your spot, you and your roommates walked another mile to where Brad lived. Hiding behind a tree, you unwrapped the rolls of toilet paper, preparing for your ultimate revenge. One by one, you tossed the toilet paper rolls towards the roof of his house, watching the tail fly across the sky before landing. You laughed hysterically as the boys joined you in chucking the rolls at your boss’s house.
You were just about finished until there was one roll left. On that roll, you wrote, “Get bent Brad” in bold letters before aggressively throwing it. You threw it so hard, it caused the roll to make a thud against the wall. A light went on in the house and you heard movement inside.
The four of you made a run for it, disappearing into the night as your old boss peeked out the front door. He grabbed the toilet paper roll, grunting into the void when he read your message.
You arrived back at your apartment, collapsing around the living room. The room filled with laughter and panting, tears falling from your eyes from how hard you laughed.
“So how’s that for a birthday?” Matt asked, laying his head on your shoulder.
“Probably the best one I’ve ever had, thanks to y’all.” Your roommates smiled at you, proud that they have successfully made your birthday better than it started.
“Oh, wait! How could we forget?” Frank ran into the kitchen to fetch the cake he made alongside Matt and Peter. Setting the cake in front of you on the coffee table, you busted into more laughter at the message.
“It is scientifically proven that people who have more birthdays live longer,” you read aloud.
“It was my idea to put that on the cake by the way,” Peter chirped.
You snickered, shaking your head. “What would I do without my science nerd?” Peter bit his lip bashfully.
Matt clapped his hands together. “Alright, enough of that, let’s sing-“
“Actually, let’s not do that. I feel awkward sitting there, being surrounded by you guys singing. Also, no offense but y’all are horrible singers.”
The rest of the night consisted of you eating the cake, drinking beers, and playing a random movie in the background. You were the first to fall asleep, your upper body across Matt and Frank’s laps and your legs draped over Peter’s lap. Peter grabbed a blanket from behind the couch, covering your body in it. Matt removed the tiara on your head while Frank unfastened the pin that held the sash together. The boys didn’t dare to move from their positions on the couch, even if it meant falling asleep with you.
They would never say it out loud, but your roommates loved you. However, you didn’t need to hear them say it. They had different ways of showing it, and that was enough for you.
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A Greater Power
Pairings: Marcus Moreno x heroics!reader
Warnings: Violence, fighting, knife fighting, blood, death, angst, fluff.
Summary: You are a heroic but don’t actually have any powers. You’re skill with knifes and martial arts has you teamed up with Marcus, and you both fall for each other. On what’s to be your last mission, you both get captured and Marcus gets seriously injured. Can you save yourself and him before it’s too late?
A/N: this is a request by the lovely @lovelypastel2532 hope you enjoy 😊
Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰
This is all wrong!
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
What was supposed to be a simple mission, in and out, had gone terribly wrong. Some bad guys had stolen a chemical, one that if mixed incorrectly with other ingredients, could literally obliterate people. You and Marcus decided to take it, the last job before you both hang in the towel. Missy and the other children had really stepped up and now Marcus could finally retire, something he wanted you to do as well. He said he wanted to finally settle down with you maybe even start a family. You agreed.
You wish you hadn’t.
It was a trap. Looking back on it now, you don’t know how you didn’t spot it. The clues were all there. Electro had been behind it all, his hatred for Marcus beyond words and he was finally going to have his revenge.
Outnumbered and outmatched you were both captured and put in separate rooms. They tied you up and dangled you from the roof, your arms being pulled in angles they shouldn’t. Four men dressed in black, their faces covered watch you struggle against the rope but they don’t touch you. Strange you think. Why aren’t they doing anything? The quietness of the room is interrupted by a loud cry of pain. Marcus! They get louder and more frequent and you feel the blood drain from you at the sound of the man you live in pain. You needed to get out of here.
***
Marcus was tied to a chair and was surrounded by men in black. He tried desperately to get free from his restraints to no avail. Suddenly the door opens and electro marches in, a sly smirk on his face.
“Marcus Moreno, I beg you thought you had seen the last of me? I’ve been waiting for the moment for a long time. You are going to pay for what you did to me.”
“When I get out of here I’m going to kill you,” Marcus snarls at him. Electro lets out a deep sinister laugh as he clutches his stomach. “No, I don’t think you will. You see, I have an offer of sorts, your pretty women is next door. I have her tied up and men waiting to do my bidding at any given moment, all I have to do is give the order and she will wish she was dead.”
“Don’t you dare touch her,” he says struggling against the rope.
“Ah ah ah!” Electro says wiggling his finger at Marcus. “Not so fast magnet hands. Here is my offer. You can decide who lives or who dies, the choice is yours.”
“What are you on about?”
“I have the women you love and I also have your daughter. You must decide who I kill.”
Marcus’s heart almost stops as the words sink in, colour draining from his face. This can’t be happening.
“You took my wife away from me and now I will take something of yours. You have five minutes to decide.”
“No! You can’t do this..please.” Electro looks towards one of his men and nods his head. The guard speaks into a com link and says ‘do it’. The next thing Marcus can hear are your screams and it breaks him. Turning towards electro he begs him, “take me instead.”
“No! This will hurt you more.”
“Please…your wife…it was an accident..I didn’t mean to. Please just beat me, kill me. Leave them alone.”
Electro just stares at him, his eyes boring into him before he nods at the guard again and your screams stop. “Very well. I’m a generous man, I’ll accept your terms.”
***
You struggle against the rope again and you hope your plan works.
“Stop that!”
With a devilish smile you continue to work the rope, spotting of the men moving out of the corner of your eye. When he’s close enough you wrap your legs around his neck and snap his neck causing the other men to jump into action.
You were always underestimated. Your lack of powers always leading the villains into a false sense of security. What you lacked in powers you made up for in skill and combat. You were even more powerful that Marcus with your knifes and you had trained under Mr Miyagi in martial arts, something you liked to keep hidden.
Having managed to break free from the rope you proceed to kill the men in the room. Standing over the last one you hear a voice coming through on his com.
“Do it.”
Letting out a violent scream, you play the part of damsel in distress before slitting the man throat. That would by you some time. You begin to search frantically for the keys for the door but there are none. Looking up you see a crack in the vent and an idea forms in your mind.
***
“Please…” Marcus gurgles out through his blood filled mouth. “Kill me.”
Electro laughs before he sends a shock wave through Marcus. “This is much better. You will die only when I have had my fun.” Marcus was beginning to fade in and out of consciousness, his thoughts drifting to you and Missy. How he wishes he could see you again, tell you both that everything will be ok and that he loves you. His world fades to black just as he makes out a figure dropping from the roof.
***
No! No! No!
“Marcus…Marcus please wake up. Baby please..don’t leave me.” Movement catches your eye and turning you see electro pull himself towards the door. With a new found rage you grab Marcus swords and slice through him. Grabbing the phone from his pocket you call headquarters for an evacuation and to send medical before rushing back over to Marcus. Kneeling down beside him you kiss his lips and hold him before tears start to fall. “I’m so sorry baby, this is all my fault I should have known. I…”
“Y/N you need to move.” The team had arrived and were pulling you off him as the tried to put him on the gurney. You stood back, miracle guy keeping a hold of you as you watched them wheel him into the truck. When he was out of sight you completely break down, your screams of anguish echoing around the room .
“Hey it’s ok. He’s gonna be ok.”
***
After hours of surgery Marcus had finally pulled through. The doctors said he would be ok and shouldn’t have any lasting inquiries. You were so happy but it didn’t stop the feeling of guilt that had settled within you. You, Missy and Anita sat at his side day and night, waiting for him to come round. You were asleep on the chair beside his bed, your head resting on his arm and your fingers laces with his when you heard a groan. His fingers squeezed yours and you looked up at him in shock.
“Marcus you’re awake.”
“Hey baby…”
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore…but I’m alive…that’s all that matters..”
“Dad! Your awake.” Missy says excitedly as she rushes over to him. She hugs him tight but loosens up when he winches in pain.
“Sorry.”
“Hey…it’s ok..I love you. I love you both.” He says his eyes drifting towards you.
“This wouldn’t have happened if I had done my research properly. I’m sorry Marcus.”
He’s shaking his head as his grips your hand tighter in his. “Not your fault baby. He wanted me dead, he was capturing me no matter what.”
“I’m so happy your alive. I love you.”
“Ah you’re awake.” The doctor says as he enters the room. He asks Marcus a few questions before he does a quick check on him.
“You don’t have any lasting injuries, you any feel aches from time to time by it’s quite normal given what you’ve been through. We’d like to keep you here for at least a week and then if everything looks good, you can go home.”
“Thanks doc.”
He motions for you and Missy to hop on the bed with him and you both curl into his sides. Happy to be together again. A little while later, Anita arrives to find you and Missy fast asleep on the bed beside her son. He looks to her with a smile on his face. “Thanks for looking after them mom.”
“With was no trouble. I’m so happy your ok Marcus. I think it’s time you retire for good now though, I couldn’t bare to lose you.”
“I plan to.”
***
Weeks have passed and you and Marcus have fully retired from the heroics. Marcus has been spending his days him his office, doing what your not sure but your just happy he’s here. Standing at the stove you stir the meat in the pot when you hear a groan from behind you. Marcus is bent over gripping his knee.
“Hey baby are you ok,” you say as you rush over to him.
“Yeah just it aches sometimes that’s all.” He looks at you now and he can see the guilt written in your face. Gentle cupping your face in his hands, he kisses your lips softly. “Stop! This wasn’t your fault. I don’t want to see that guilty look on your face again.”
“Ok I’m sorry.”
He makes his way towards the stove and turns it off, moving the pot off the hob. “What are you doing?”
“I want to make love to my girlfriend if she let me?”
“Marcus your still in pain, I don’t want to get you.”
“I’m not in pain and besides I want to feel you, it’s been weeks.”
He laces his fingers with your and leads you to your shared room where he lays you back on the huge bed and makes love to you. It so slow and sensual and god you’ve missed the feel of him inside you. Climaxing together he rolls off you into the bed beside you pulling you into his side.
“Ten amo, mi amor.”
“I love you too.”
“I…I have something to tell you..” he says a little nervously.
“Hmm.”
“I’ve requested that Missy be removed from the heroics team.”
“What? Marcus she’s going to be so upset.”
“No she already knows, I’ve discussed it with her. I’ve bought us a house in Spain and I want to us all to move there and live a normal life. Mom included.”
“Is this really what you want?”
“Yeah it is. I just want us to be a family. Somewhere safe.”
“Ok.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I love you and Missy so much. Anita too. I’ll go whenever you go.”
He leans over you now, his eyes looking at you with such love and adoration.
“Will you marry me?”
“I’m pregnant!” You say at the same time.
You both freeze. Looking at each other with confusion on your faces.
“What?”
Marcus waits for you to speak first. “I..I’m pregnant…I found out last week.” His lips meet your in a searing kiss. “I’m gonna be a dad again?”
“Yeah. Are you happy?”
“The only thing that will make me happier is you agreeing to marry me.”
“Yes Marcus I’ll marry you.”
He grabs the small box from his bedside locker and slide the ring onto your finger. His hand moves down your bare skin and rests on you stomach. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive. I love you baby.”
“I love you too.”
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Cuban Cigars and Cardinal Kisses
a.n/: ... ok in my defense, its still nessian month somewhere....
This fic was inspired by the mv of suit & tie by justin timberlake (the source of this AMAZING gif). its honestly one of my favourite mvs of all time. i watched again recently and it just screamed nessian to me so i wrote this. if you wanna get into the vibesTM of the fic then i highly recommend watching the mv before you read it!
reblogs and comment are highly appreciated!
Fandom: A Court Thorns and Rose by Sarah J Maas
Relationship: Nesta Archeron & Cassain
Warnings: Explicit sexual content
Word Count: 5500
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Like most other nights at Velaris Lounge, there was already a drink waiting for the man at his arrival. Picked from their finest, and most expensive collection; a finger of Lagavulin’s sixteen years-old single malt scotch whiskey in a crystal tumbler, as so directed by the gentleman. Cassian Khan, six feet and two inches of fine grooming and tailored suit, strode inside through the exclusive entrance way. Liquor in hand, he stood for a moment, lazily scanning the scene before him with deep inhale. He welcomed the soft ambience lighting, the sharp scent of spiced tobacco smoke and the quiet chatter of wealthy men and women overlayed by the sensual drawl of jazz instruments. Cassian’s blood thrummed in time with the low rhythmic thump of the bass. Day light did not reach this place. The place where night – its sole ruler – became something wholly living, pulsating, breathing. This was Cassian’s home. His fucking castle. Sending a roguish smile and a wink to the waitress still standing-by, he headed for his preferred seat by the foot of the stage.
He spotted Rhysand before he sat down. His childhood friend was draped elegantly over his throne of cushioned velvet, one leg crossed over the other, and taking long drags from the joint between his lips. Wicked delight glinted in Rhys’ dark eyes as he watched his friend unbutton his jacket and drop into his own lounge chair across from him. There were no strobe lights directly over the area where they sat; the darkness surrounding Rhys wore him just as finely as his thousand-dollar suit.
Rhys picked up his own, amber-coloured drink and tipped it in Cassian’s direction, “brother,” He greeted. Opaque slivers of smoke curled out and around his teeth and dissolved into the air as he spoke. “Just in time.”
So, it seemed. Their other friend, Azriel, was nowhere to be seen. Cassian’s gestures mirrored Rhys’ as he toasted his friend and took sip from his drink. The liquor ran down his throat, smooth as honey, and he sprawled against the back of his seat. He reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and fished out two slim packages, handing one to Rhys and working on the other. Once the plastic wrapping was removed, he brought it to his faced and dragged the length of it under his nose as he inhaled. The aroma of spice and rich wood flooded his senses and he let out a low, satisfied hum. With an eager smirk, Cassian prepared the crisp Cuban Montecristo No.2 with sturdy, brown fingers. When he was done, he raised the lit cigar to his mouth and took a deep breath. Coating his tongue, expanding his lungs, and coursing through his veins, he allowed the heady fumes to fill him. And he came alive.
Cassian scrutinised his companion through the tendrils of smoke as he exhaled, “looking a little eager tonight, Rhys. A special night?”
“Isn’t it always?” Rhys drawled as he watched the sinuous bodies on stage from the corner of his eye.
Cassian couldn’t argue with that. Nights at Velaris Lounge seemed to exist in an entirely different space and time.
Cassian and Rhys’ continued talking, and there was no shortage of subject matters, with Cassian being the head of security for Rhys’ company. They usually avoided mixing work and pleasure, though Rhys’ often proclaimed that both could be the same thing under the right circumstances. Cassian was inclined to agree.
Soon, the conversation was swallowed up by a lull in the music and a dim of the lights. Cassian readied himself by settling further into his chair. The music quickened in tempo, and anticipation charged through air as trumpets beckoned the start of the performance. His arrival was announced through the speakers, in a sweeping, grandiose declaration.
His best friend since childhood, and the remaining member of their trio; Azriel glided onto centre-stage with hard forged confidence. A lit joint in one hand, and a crystal tumbler in the other, Azriel sang. Smoothing, melodic sounds as he moved around the mic stand with loose limbs and an easy smile on his face. It always warmed Cassian, seeing his friend like that. Seeing how he changed when he was on his stage. So different to the man he was outside of this place. To how he used to be. It was a gentle, endearing reminder to Cassian, of their struggles, their triumphs. Of how far they’ve come – how far he’scome and never looked back.
The bass thrummed, trumpets shrilled, and drums pounded. The timbre of Azriel’s voice streamed effortlessly alongside the various overlaying pitches of the backup singers. The song was all jazzy and funky at the same time, that had Cassian idly tapping his foot in time with the beat. This performance was unfamiliar to his ears. Usually, Azriel made the effort to rehearse his potential performances with his brothers present. And though this wasn’t the first time, it still occurred rarely enough that it had him slightly arching his eyebrows up in surprise.
Before he could think anything more of it, the tempo of the music changed, lowering in pitch and slowing to a steady beat, the rhythmic thump of the bass vibrated the ground at his very feet. The lights flashed before going out completely, blanketing everything under darkness. There was a charge of bated breath in the air, but Cassian was never afraid of the dark. Blood thrummed through his veins in anticipation.
A single spotlight turned on and landed on centre stage. Revealing Azriel’s silent retreat, as if he had melted into the very shadows. But she stood there, in his place. Cassian’s breath hitched at the unfamiliar figure. Burnished gold hair spilling down her back, long legs clad in thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels. And black laced lingerie, covering across her generous breasts, her perky ass, and a garter belt strung around her at the dips of her waist. Piercing steel-grey eyes.
She stood for a breath. One, two, three. And then shemoved.
Cassian catalogued it all. Every flick of her fingers, every sway of her hips, every arch of her back. The gleam of her pearly-white teeth anytime she smiled just wide enough. And Cassian knew, that even when this was all over, she would continue to haunt him every time he closed his eyes.
The pale strobe light casted over her in black and white. Highlighting the curves of her body, with shadows mingling in every dip. The valley of her breast, the ridge down the middle of her toned, flat stomach, the notches of her spine. Cassian felt the phantom press of marble on the tips of his fingers, and they flexed uselessly on the arm of his chair. He wondered if it would feel just as cold if he caressed her unblemished skin. Every now and then, her skin would shimmer; it was beads of moisture that got caught under the spotlight. Perhaps it was droplets of her perfume, that he could smell the barest hints of this close to the stage. Or maybe it was her sweat. Cassian couldn’t tell the difference with the scent. Not that he cared one single bit.
He blinked, and in the next moment, she was on the ground, hands and knees on either side of the turned over mic stand. She dipped low, her cleavage only a breath away from the cool surface of the stage. Then, she reached down her body, and thrusted the mic stand through her splayed open legs. Cassian bit down on an audible groan. She was steel forged in fire and melded under the steady beat of a synth bass drum. It was a brutal, devastating kind of beauty. Cassian may have been a little bit in love. And undeniably rock-fucking-hard in his pants.
In on final turn, she was on her back and propped up on an elbow. Then, so slowly, in time with the bass, much like his own thundering heartbeat, she raised one leg. It stopped for a beat when it was perpendicular to the ground. And she waited, like she knew there was not a single breath being drawn in the room. Like she knew all eyes were latched onto her. The movement was slower, again, when it continued. She stretched herself, and Cassian lost the battle to look away from the thin strip of black lace nestled between her thighs. Her leg eventually rested on her shoulder, held there with a single finger twirled around the heel of her stiletto. The music dropped out completely, and silence consumed the Lounge. The air went heavy, a tangible taste in Cassian’s mouth. And then she tipped her head back, hair flowing to the floor in golden waves, and basking the length of her neck to the single spotlight above. The corners of her mouth curled, oh so slowly. Her cardinal red lips standing out on her pale skin, like blood spilt on pristine marble. She smiled, shamelessly, secretly. The sight of her wide open to the patrons of the Lounge and filthy promise stained on her lips; so debauched, Cassian could hear Rhys shifting in his seat breaking through the silence. He felt the burn in his lungs from the lack of air, but he didn’t dare to move in the slightest. Afraid he would shatter the moment completely. But before Cassian could think to greedily take in every inch of her, the stages plunged into darkness once again. And when light returned, she was gone, and Azriel was there. The mic stand up righted, and a casting knowing smirk. At him.
The music went back to its previous tempo, as strobe lights flashed and soft chatter resumed within the audience. But it was all a dull noise in his ears.
“Who is she?” Cassian sounded a little breathless.
Rhys continued to watch the space she had just vacated. “She showed up a week ago, asking for a job. We told her that we weren’t looking for any new dancers… And she just stripped right there, down to her under-things and started moving. She didn’t even wait for the band,” He turned back to Cassian, and that wicked smile was back in full force, “Az hired her before she even finished her piece.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about her?” There was a slight edge in his voice, but Cassian never got his answer. The music ebbed, cueing the end of Azriel’s performance. As usual, He didn’t linger for the moderate applause. Grabbing a glass of liquor off a tray waiting for him at the base of the stage, he stepped off, and headed straight for his two friends.
“Spectacular as always, Az,” Rhys remarked as Azriel loosened his tie and dropped into the remaining empty seat. Cassian saluted the arrival his friend with a tip of his drink in his direction before upending in one swig and signalling for another one. He pulled out a fresh, new Cuban from his pocket and passed it to Azriel. The latter knowingly took his time. Getting it ready with deft, scarred fingers before finally bringing it up to his lips before, again, taking a slow drag from it. Cassian’s whole body thrummed with question; the words mingled on his tongue along with the sharp aftertaste of expensive whiskey. But Azriel beat him to it.
“So, Cass. How do you like your birthday present?” flicking an eyebrow upwards, he smirked around the cigar propped in the corner of his mouth.
Cassian tensed and waited a moment, carefully choosing his words. “My birthday is in July, jackass.” But Cassian was never the careful type.
Rhys gave a short laughed before replying, “we’ll take that as a thank you.”
“Hello, boys,” A sweet voice came from behind Cassian’s ear. It was once of their long-time waitstaff-turned-dancers. A gorgeous, lithe, little thing. Dressed in sleek, black slacks and a sheer-laced bralette. And even though they smiled politely at both Cassian and Azriel, and placed a new drink in front of the former, Cassian knew the real reason for their appearance.
“Doll,” strobe lights glittered in Rhys’ eyes as he reached for their hand and pressed a kiss onto delicate fingers, “you were absolutely exquisite tonight.”
The dancer melted as they dropped into the space under the man’s arm. And even Cassian marvelled at the way the ambient light made their black skin glow like obsidian.
Azriel sent a soft smile in their direction, “Tarquin,” he greeted with a slight nod. They went to answer, but words were all for naught when Rhys began ghosting his lips along the crook of their neck and shoulder.
Cassian went back to the important matter at hand, “her name?”
Toying with the lace at the edge of Tarquin’s bralette, Rhys didn’t bother to look Cassian’s way as his smile turned feline, “Narcissus.”
He waited for more but when his friend didn’t go to elaborate – more interested with tracing his tongue in the hollow of Tarquin’s collarbone – Azriel did it for him. “It’s an alias, of course. But she had that look in her eyes, you know? Like she was one of us. It didn’t matter to me what her name was.”
Narcissus. The word struck a chord deep within Cassian. And even though he didn’t know her real name, he had to have her. He may go mad if he didn’t. Perhaps he already had. One of the staff girls melted from the shadows and spoked into Azriel’s ear. His gaze shifted to behind Rhys’ head and Cassian followed it with his own to a couple sitting a few tables down from them. She was halfway on her partner’s lap, rubbing idle circles into his splayed thigh and giggling at whatever he was whispering into her hair, while he met Azriel’s stare from the corner of his eye with wicked promise. Azriel’s lips tipped up lazily from one corner when he returned his heavy gaze back to his friends.
“The couple over there would like to express their praises,” He just said.
Cassian scoffed and Rhys waved an idle hand, “I’ll see you in the morning then, brother.”
Azriel stood and drained the rest of his drink before meeting Cassian eye with a slight tug of his mouth and flicking his chin in the general direction of the bar behind him. Cassian jerked his head over his shoulder and scanned the length of the bar. His attention snagged on a familiar small back, and stockings and stiletto clad legs hooked around the leg of a bar stool. He almost lurched from his seat as he looked back to the two men with him. But Azriel was gone. Already at the other table, one hand placed on the man’s shoulder and pressing a kiss onto the woman’s cheek. Tarquin was straddling Rhys. His friend lightly caressed a single finger up and down their spine while his other hand remained draped across the back of the lounge as the pair traded deep kisses that would have been inappropriate in any other public setting. Cassian and his two closest and longest friends; well, they never made the habit of saying goodbye to each other. He left the sitting area and headed for the bar.
Cassian stepped up to the bar just in time to hear a low voice ask the bartender, “scotch. Neat.”
He didn’t miss a beat. “From the finest bottle for the lady. And make it a double.”
The lady did not move to face the newcomer. Only with a slight tip of her chin, she watched him with piercing, unreadable eyes as he watched her. All of her: loose golden hair, long neck, straight back, legs crossed, one hand on her knee. She sat on that bar stool like it was her throne. She wore a slim black dress now, hiding nothing Cassian hadn’t already seen for himself when she was on that stage. He flexed his hand at his side and sent her a cool, suave smile.
“On the house,” he said as he settled into the stool next to the dancer. “For your captivating opening performance at the Lounge.”
When both drinks were handed to them, Cassian tipped his toward the woman and took a generous swig. “I’m-”
“I know who you are. Mister Khan,” she cut him off, luscious lips in a straight line and manicured nails rapping on the bar surface.
Cassian was thankful that he had already sat down, for he would have been rendered to his knees at the mere sound of her voice had he not. It was the slight curl of her tongue, and a curve of her lips, that gave it a breathy, raspy sound. She had a faint accent. French. If Cassian hadn’t already decided to take her to his bed, he most certainly did now. He wanted to know how his name would sound from those sinful lips. He wanted to know what her moans sounded like. Her cries of extasy. Her laugh.
“You are my boss, no?” She asked, peering over the rim of the crystal glass at her mouth.
I am if you want me to be. “Technically.” Along with Rhysand and Azriel, they all own equal shares of Velaris Lounge. “But I prefer the term benefactor.”
There it finally was. A small tug at the corner of her mouth. And Cassian relaxed, satisfied at the sight of it. She eyed the Cuban cigar that was still between Cassian’s fingers. Without any further prompt, he offered the unlit end to her. She took hold of it between two lithe fingers and brought it to her mouth. And Cassian watched in utter reverence. As if the scene unfolded before him in slow motion. Her lips wrapped around the thick end of the cigar. And Cassian’s hand curled hard around the edge of the table. shadows swarmed into the hollow of her cheeks, as she inhaled. And Cassian stopped breathing entirely. Her eyes flashed as she watched him the whole time. As if she could see. Somehow, in the dim, ambient lighting. The cinch in his jaw. The sudden, unbearable tightness in his pants. As if she could hear. Somehow, over the entrancing melody of jazz instruments. The depraved thoughts going through his mind. Of the way he ached to know what her lipstick would look like smudge all over his cock. And then, as if she knew. She curled her lips slightly around the cigar, before removing it from her mouth. Leaving behind a perfect imprint of her cardinal stained lips. Teeth grinding together, Cassian had to physically force down a groan.
Doing anything at all to wade through the thick haze of arousal clouding his mind, he rasped, “so how has the lounge been treating you so far.”
“This place is called the city of dreams, no?” she said, “I never believed that, until I came here. That it could be this simple.”
Cassian couldn’t help the pride that bloomed in his chest. One of us. Azriel had said. “What do you dream of?”
Her eyes wandered behind them to the stage, remained there for a heartbeat, then returned to him. Resolve glinted in them. “To have everything I’ve ever wanted.”
A dangerous smile overtook his features, “well, Velaris is the kind of place where getting everything you want is just the beginning.”
She turned in her seat to fully face him. The slit of her dress shifted in the process, exposing the entire length of her thigh and the laced hem of her thigh-high stockings around it. Cassian’s eyes dropped to it instantly. And like some compulsion, his idle hand went to ghost a single finger over it. She didn’t move away.
“And what is it that you want, mister Khan?” those words ran smooth from her lips, like the expensive scotch she held in her hand.
Cassian wanted to be set ablaze by the heat in her ember eyes.
“I want to know your real name, sweetheart.”
The woman blinked slowly. “Why should I tell you?” she breathed. Her voice now barely over a whisper. The casual glances to his lips occurred far more frequently.
“Because,” Cassian’s words turned heavy as the atmosphere became sharp, like a kindle before a flame, “I need to be able to remind you what it is when I’m fucking you so hard that you won’t remember it.”
If she was flustered at his crude language, she hadn’t shown it. Cassian had no doubt that a woman such as herself was used to receiving such propositions from all kinds of people. She only regarded him; one second, two seconds. Then, her eyelids fluttered, and her lips curved slowly. She smiled; that same secret smile she had given earlier. To no one in particular, on that stage where no one could take their eyes off her. She brought the cigar back to her mouth and took a long drag. The glowing end that illuminated the space between them was nothing compared to the inferno of desire raging within Cassian. Pinning him with an unwavering glaze, she leaned forward, as delicate tendrils of smoke curled around her blood-red lips like silver flames. The last of it danced along Cassian’s cheek when she drew close enough to whisper his damnation.
“Nesta.”
***
The first time he fucked her that night, they barely made it to the couch just beyond the foyer of his penthouse apartment. Cassian took Nesta as she was when he first laid eyes on her. Midnight laced lingerie, garter belt, thigh-high stockings, stilettos, and all. Her dress and coat, and his tie and suit jacket were promptly discarded somewhere by the front door, as he pushed her down on knees and elbows, and pressed her face firmly into the soft, cool surface. Cassian was enthralled, possessed, savaged. And he barely had half the mind to rip open a condom and roll it onto his cock, as he moved aside the damp slit of her panties to reveal a swollen, throbbing cunt. Nesta was ready for him. He had made sure of that when he spent the better part of the drive home with his hand up her dress, as cunning fingers rubbed at her clit over the rough material of her panties. He was pretty sure there would soon be a speeding ticket with his name on it. But he couldn’t bring his self to give a fuck. He only hoped that the image taken by the speeding camera; of Nesta moaning and writhing in the passenger seat of his European sports car, would dissuade the cops from sending it. Cassian wound his hand around the back of Nesta’s garter belt and fisted the other into her hair, as he fucked her in ruthless, powerful thrusts. He came, harder than he ever had in his life. Spilling into the condom inside of her with bruising fingertips and clenched teeth. And Nesta followed not seconds later, with Cassian groaning and uttering filthy fucking promises into her skin.
He fulfilled those promises, just moments later. When Nesta was barely over the throws of her earth-shattering orgasm. Her ruined panties and stilettoes were gone, and her lace bra was push down beneath the curve of her breasts. Her sensitive nipples puckered from the earlier onslaught of Cassian’s tongue and teeth. She mewled at the feeling of the heated skin of her ass pressing onto the cool granite surface when Cassian lifted her onto his dining table. Anticipation pooled in her eyes like molten silver when two rough hands spread her knees wide apart. Cassian never considered himself a religious man. But there was something so unequivocally holy in that moment; Nesta’s gasping and moaning her pleas in abandon, while Cassian knelt and worshipped her flesh. Fingers and tongue worked in expert harmony, as he tasted every inch of her sopping cunt.
When they finally made it to the bed, Nesta was bare down to only her stockings – at Cassian’s adamant insistence. Her soaked panties were left with his thousand-dollar suit; crumpled on the dining area floor. Her bra and garter belt were practically torn off and dumped along the way of their frantic journey to his bedroom. Her long, burnished gold hair was spread generously over his charcoal bed sheets, like golden silk on molten rock. Briefly, Cassian wondered if those lavish strands were long enough to brush against the plush carpet on the floor, while her head was tipped over the edge of his bed, and his hard length plunged deep into her awaiting mouth. Cassian banished the thought instantly, lest their latest coupling end far too soon for his liking. One stocking clad leg was thrown over his shoulder. While the other, was pressed into the memory foam mattress, held down hard by a large, muscled hand. Cassian was drunk on the sight of Nesta like this. She was wholly stretched out by him; beyond anything he has ever attempted before with anyone else. And he silently thanked whatever depraved God watching over them, for her lithe, dancer’s body that could take it, and then some.
The blush that began at her cheeks, slowly made its way down her neck and to her chest. Mascara was smudged around her glazed eyes; faint tracks of it running down her face and into her hairline. The sleek lines of her dark red lipstick were nothing but whispers of what it once was on those beautiful, luscious lips. Perfect, cock-sucking lips. No doubt Cassian would find the rest of it imprinted on his plush, Italian leather couch. At that point in the night, Nesta’s mouth was open in a constant ‘O’ shape. Her pink, wet tongue periodically coming out to tangle with his. She was a sight of pure debauchery. And it was nothing short of a masterpiece. With each powerful thrust, Nesta body jerked with the force of it, her supple breasts bouncing in tandem. And Cassian was hypnotised by the rhythmic movement of her hardened nipples.
Cassian had taken many women to his Californian king-size bed. Beautiful women. Exquisite women. Some of them shy, some of them playful. And most were downright sinful. But Nesta. Nesta, Nesta. Cassian Khan felt like one of the greats. Like fucking Michelangelo, like Sandro Botticelli. Seeing how he was making her writhe beneath him like that; manicured fingers twisted in the bed sheets, arched back, neck bared, skin painted in the soft glow of the spectrum of city lights glittering through the floor to ceiling windows. Seeing how she was open completely, and unyieldingly to him. Taunt flesh rippling under the pearly skin of her flat stomach. Her soddened, swollen cunt, stretched deliciously around his considerable girth. She was priceless renaissance painting that belonged in a museum for the world to see. The Dance of Narcissus, he would call it.
With a guttered groan, Cassian broke through the moans, the pants, and the slick sounds of rock-hard flesh rubbing against soft, wet flesh. “Sweetheart, your pussy is perfect. Like it was made for me.” He couldn’t look away. At Nesta stretched out before him. A precious oasis to a dying, dehydrated man. He would do anything. Give anything – his cock, his time, his money – to keep her coming back to his bed.
“One day, I’m going to fuck you raw. Would you like that, sweetheart?” Nesta could only whimper in response. Which spurred Cassian to go faster, deeper. Harder. “I’ll fuck you so hard. Stuff you so full of my cum, you won’t walk properly for a week.”
Cassian snaked his free hand up her body, fingers caressing over her sensitive skin along the way. He drove it into her hair and gripped harshly onto the strands at the back of her head. “You’ll get up on that stage, and dance for all those filthy-minded men. But it’ll be me dripping out of your tight, little pussy and down your gorgeous legs.”
“Cass!” Nesta cried out. Desperate to touch him, she reached out, digging her sharp nails into his tensed bicep. Cassian welcomed the pain.
“Fuck Nesta. So, fucking perfect for me.” He knew he was close to his release, but he wanted her clenching around him before that. With hard tug of her hair, he made Nesta look him in the eye. Cassian felt the muscles of her thigh trembling at her impending climax beneath the hand that held down her leg to the mattress. “One more time, sweetheart. Come for me, I know you can.”
Nesta shattered around him, just like that. Never taking her eyes from him the entire time, as she gasped and thrashed beneath him. Incoherent words spilt in between each heaved breath. Cassian could only comprehend a word here and there; it was mostly in French. And he didn’t stop. Even as she cried out, begging for reprieve. Begging for more. Cassian pushed her legs even further apart, driving deeper into her limp, pliant body, brushing against places that had never been touched. A bead of sweat rolled down the length of his forehead and nose, before landing in the valley of Nesta’s breasts. Cassian breath stuttered as his cock tightened. And there were barely seconds for him to pull out completely from her over-sensitive flesh. Nesta choked at the sudden loss, but Cassian ignored her muffled protests. In one swift motion, he ripped the condom from his throbbing cock, and pumped the exposed length, once, twice, thrice. And Cassian came undone. He shouted Nesta’s name as ribbons of cum painted her breasts and stomach. Nesta. Nesta. Nesta. He chanted her name over and, and over again. Until he was nothing. Until her name was but an imprint forever in his memory. A promise.
***
They had fucked one more time. Hours later, in the watery, grey light of dawn. Cassian awoke to soft mounds pressed against his back. To tongue and teeth dragging along the stubble on his jawline, and a delicate hand wrapped firmly around his erection. There was nothing separating their skin from head to toe. Nesta’s stocking were nowhere in sight. Not that Cassian cared to look anywhere beyond what was right in front of him at that moment. They shifted in unison, and she straddled him. Somehow, in all their lazy moments, Nesta had already rolled a condom it onto his shaft, while his eyelids were still heavy with sleep. And before he had the chance to touch her, she wordlessly sank onto him, teeth embedded into her bottom lip. Nesta waited, impaled on Cassian’s cock. Adjusting to his sheer size despite already having him twice before. Her flush was gone, but her skin was littered with the evidence of their carnal frenzy from merely hours ago. The first light of day, lit hair up like a golden vail spilling over her shoulders. She was breathtaking, so he told her. But she had not paid attention to his adorations. No, for the first time since they met the previous night. Nesta drank the entirely bare, magnificent sight of him. Her eyes ran over his rich brown skin. Every mountain and valley of muscle in his arms and abdomen. The notch of his throat. The sharp, brutal planes of his face. His molten, hazel eyes. The intricate black lines of ink that spanned his pectorals and biceps.
“Homme exquis.” Nesta murmured softly, as she lifted her hips.
Bodies, supple and hard, moved together. Deeply, and slowly with the rising sun. Chasing any lingering tastes of Cuban cigars and single-malt scotch. Once more. Cassian would want to have her once more, to match the frantic, carnal passion from the previous night. But he restrained himself. Being too content with that moment in the silence of an early morning. With Nesta tracing his tattoo with fingertips and tongue, and Cassian’s nosed buried into her damp hair. She must have showered while he slept. And he was consumed with the scent of him on her. He thought of her using his shampoo, his soap, his towel, and something small and warm burrowed deep within his chest.
They found their releases with each other, Nesta right after Cassian. And when Cassian emerged from his bathroom fifteen minutes later. A towel wrapped low around his sore hips, and tendrils of steam following his steps. Nesta was gone with the final shades of night. But promises of her remained, littered all over his apartment. Stockings draped over the bathroom rack next to a damp towel. A lace bra, hanging off his bedroom doorknob. Black panties laid out on his granite dining table. A garter belt slung over the back of the leather couch stained with cardinal lipstick kisses. Cassian kept them all with a secret smile on his face. Later, when the night would return in all its magnificent beauty. He would put on a fresh, expensive suit. And He would return to his castle. To his friends. To Nesta. And he would do it all over again.
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