#THEIR HEADS WITH HENRYS ELBOW MAKES THE SHAPE OF A HEART!!!!!

[peetaparkker]

this photo makes me want to die actually!

#THEIR HEADS WITH HENRYS ELBOW MAKES THE SHAPE OF A HEART!!!!! #UGHHHHHHH #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie

[fallenangelkitten]

His Birdy

Synopsis: Sherlock takes you on a picnic, but he surprises you in more ways than one.

Warnings: bondage, soft!dom, romantic!dom, public sex, smut

Notes: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

The tree was mighty and tall; it’s trunk thick and branches strong. He took the blanket he had draped over his shoulder and laid it against the grass. You couldn’t help but admire the elegant shape of his shoulders and back as he faced away from you, his long fingers laying out the pastries.

You joined him on the soft fabric, sitting across from him and nibbling on a piece of fluffy biscuit. Your gown formed a pool of layers around you, the ruffles along your shoulders fluttered with the wind.

“Come, my bird.” He motioned for you to join him as he rested against the tree, but he’d already pulled you down before you had the chance to take a step.

A giggle flowed from your lips as he kissed your temple. One of his arms draped around your waist as he continued his kisses across your cheek and down your neck. He nipped at your collar bone, making you squirm in his grasp. His hand pulled at the laces of your corset; the pressure against your ribs and breasts eased.

Though the gasp didn’t leave you, your mouth hung agape as you turned to meet his eyes.

“I think it’s time we have some fun, darling,” he mumbled against your ear as he pulled the cloth and boning from your body.

You were utterly exposed from the waist up; the breeze sent a chill down your spine and perked your nipples. His thumb lazily grazed one as he moved his arm from you to his jacket.

He retrieved a bundle of rope from the inside pocket.

Sherlock wrapped his large arms back around you with ease, causing your breasts to press together. “Hold your hands out, birdy.”

Your heart fluttered as he wrapped the rough fibers around your wrists and into an elegant knot that left your hands only slightly spaced apart. His digits trailed up your arms and down your back. As he stood from behind you, he gripped your waist to bring you up with him.

He guided you until your back was to the tree, the bark only slightly digging into your soft skin. He took your joined wrists into his grasp and brought your hands to his lips. He kissed each of them before placing them above your head.

“Keep them there.”

He tossed the other end of the rope over a branch and secured it. He left just enough slack for you to bend your elbows. You could feel his gaze rake down your body as you stood there- helpless. You felt his hand reach to the buttons on the back of your skirts. With a few swift movements, they fell to a pile at your feet.

“Step. One at a time,” he ordered. You lifted your right and then your left. He tossed the layers to the grass and turned back to you.

You were utterly naked before him. His eyes bore into your body, your soul. As he took a few strides to close the distance between you, you tilted your head to look up at him. His hand gripped the back of your head as he dipped down to kiss you.

But he was gone before you had the chance to even kiss him back.

You opened your eyes that had fluttered closed to see him sitting back on the blanket, a sandwich of some sort in hand. He wasn’t even paying attention to you.

Your arms involuntarily yanked on the rope, eyes darting to make sure a servant or gardener wasn’t on this part of the grounds.

You caught the smirk playing on his lips as he silently chewed his food.

“S-Sherlock?” Though you only said his name, he knew it was a plea. He only gave you a quick glance and continued to eat.

The wind's harsh assault on your body began to make the peaks of your breasts ache. The bite of the rope around your wrists as you tugged against them caused you to squeeze your legs together with need. You whimpered as you felt your arousal begin to seep down your thighs; your cold skin such a contrast to the warmth of you.

You weren’t sure when your eyes had closed, or when he had resumed his place in front of you. His finger pushed a piece of hair back from your face and behind your ear. His blue eyes bore into yours, before he swiftly turned you around.

You gasped as the bark scraped against your cheek, your breasts. He nipped at your shoulder and clawed at your hips. “Seeing you like this drives me wild.” The pressure against your rear was proof enough. “I’m going to fuck you like this. With you dangling for all to witness.”

You heard the echo of his belt unclasping before he plunged into you from behind. He pressed you harder against the tree, harder against him. As you cried out, his hand wrapped around your hair to pull your head back to his shoulder. You couldn’t help but quiver around his cock as he gently kissed your cheek.

He growled against your neck as he finally began to move against you. His thrusts were achingly slow, but strong and forceful- each one shattering you. He wrapped an arm around your waist to ground your shaking body against him.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly Sherlock could bring you to your breaking point. And though the feeling of him so deep inside of you made you claw against the ropes- the feeling of his fingers raking against your stomach and ribs to toy with your nipples made you writher against him. It was his words, whispered against the shell of your ear, that sent you over the edge.

“Cum for me, little bird.”

[snowbellewells]

Self-Promo Sunday: “Dark Swan, Hot Chocolate”

Well friends, I’m a little late getting this posted this week, but I wanted to revisit this little early 5a one shot - a missing Swan Believer moment that I would have loved to see when they returned from Camelot to Storybrooke. There’s art now too, so hopefully the whole product will bring a bit of warmth and a little smile. It can still be found as a chapter in my collection of various one shots, “Of Swans and Swords and Hopeful Hearts”, on either AO3 or ff.net, if that is your preference. There are numerous other fics where this came from in that collection. 

Summary: Standing alone outside Granny’s Diner, while all of those she loves are gathering inside without her, Emma feels the true weight of what taking on the Darkness has cost her. But there’s one special person who can still bring an offering that reaches her, no matter how dark and cold the night might feel...

“Dark Swan, Hot Chocolate”

by: @snowbellewells

She stands alone outside the packed diner, huddled into the long, black duster she wears over her equally dark dress, futilely trying to ward off the chill autumn air. Unfortunately, the effort is wasted when the cold comes from within her as well, wrapping subtly around her heart. Cozy, bright lights and the hum of chatter from her gathered family, former friends and allies, emanate in a soft glow from the windows of the little inn and restaurant, piercing the night.

The woman once known as Emma Swan, now the self-proclaimed Dark One, impassively watches those within mingling, laughing, and embracing. If a person didn’t know the tiniest nuance of her face, she would look unaffected, waiting for the best time to make her next move. However, as her thin frame, buffeted by the wind at her back, leans forward slightly, a hint of the yearning within her peeps through the harsh, immovable veneer. The former lost girl who had almost – finally ¬– found her home nearly shows through the frosted, severe hair and barely glimmering pale skin for a moment, aching desperately to take a step closer, to be back inside, within the warmth of love and light, once more a part of something.

The Darkness slides back in smoothly, quickly, before Emma’s human longing can fully take hold, purring with the thrilling tingle of so much magic at her fingertips, whispering that she does not need any of them. ‘Look at them, going right on without you…’ the insidious voice in her head reminds, until Emma finally recedes once more and it is the icy, impervious new magical villain who turns and begins to walk away – a solitary black shape against the backdrop of the dark, deserted street.

Suddenly, she stiffens at the sound of the bell above Granny’s door jangling, a slam as it hits the frame again, and footsteps pounding down the steps, onto the pavement, seemingly running after her. She pauses, body taut and vibrating with barely contained power, fingers clenched in tightly until her nails dig into her palms, forcing herself not to spin and immediately blast the newcomer off his or her feet.

Waiting, she is still and unchanging as stone until a small, light hand falls gently on her arm, and Henry speaks in the voice that pierced her impenetrable heart four years ago when he showed up at her door in Boston, and refuses to leave her, even now. “Mom!” Henry pleads, voice roughly cracking with emotion as he clutches her elbow. “Wait, please…”

No matter how the beast within roars and tries to surge up in retaliation at her hesitation, Emma fights through it enough to turn and look on her son, a young man now but still beseeching her to listen and believe in him. Henry’s mop of brown hair ruffles in the breeze as his eyes search her face, hope somehow still directed at her, his faith causing a lump to rise in the back of her throat where nothing else has penetrated.

“Here,” Henry offers, holding up a to-go cup from Granny’s that she hadn’t noticed until then. “I know you like it with cinnamon…like I do. You must miss the hot chocolate.” He tries a mischievous, knowing little smile, and Emma somehow feels a tiny echo of her own inching her own lips up at the corners.

Giving the barest of nods, Emma extends her hand to take his offering, careful not to let her fingers brush his – not wanting the chill that has taken her over to infect his warm heart and generous spirit. “Thanks, Kid,” she rasps, struggling to force the words past a tightened throat and make them heard.

He shrugs, “No problem” his easy reply. They share a moment that is nearly casual, coming close to the easy camaraderie they have always had. But his earnest face sobers quickly as he catches her wrist before she can distance herself again and stares into her eyes unflinchingly. “I – I know you’re angry…at Gramps and Grandma, my other mom…everyone. And you’re hurt. You feel like it’s too late…this is who you are now, and that they should have to pay. It isn’t true though! I’m not giving up on you – and I’m not the only one, either.”

She shakes her head, starting to protest, but Henry interrupts, not letting her deny his hope and his love…his Charming optimism. “I miss you, Mom,” he adds wistfully, then plows on, “but I know you’ll be back. Until then, enjoy the hot chocolate.” With that, he gives her one last quick smile and dashes back the way he came, back into the warmth and light of the gathered citizens of Storybrooke.

Emma turns and continues the walk to her house alone. Raising the cup to her lips though, she finds one tiny tendril of warmth and comfort at first sip; the chocolate, milk, and spice of the cinnamon greet her tongue with happy nostalgia and sweetness. It solves nothing – and yet, for the briefest of moments, it thaws a bit of the ice that has encased her from the inside out. Maybe the real Emma is still in there somewhere, anxious to savor something as simple as a favorite drink, and maybe – just maybe – find her way back out.

Tagging: @searchingwardrobes @kmomof4 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @laschatzi @jrob64 @apiratewhopines @cosette141 @zaharadessert @elizabeethan @donteattheappleshook @teamhook @revanmeetra87 @spartanguard @therooksshiningknight @tiganasummertree @anmylica @xsajx @ilovemesomekillianjones​ @thislassishooked​ @optomisticgirl​ @sotangledupinit​ 

#self promo sunday #cs missing moment one shot #ouat 5a canon divergent #ouat divergent ff #dark swan hot chocolate #swan believer fic #emma swan #henry mills

[natsbaby]

For you? Anything.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: you had a bad day so you decided to seek comfort from your favorite red head girlfriend

Warnings: none!

A/N: inspired from a comic I saw of a corgi and a cat (plus points in my book if you know it!) so i hope you guys like it!

“This should be easy enough” Nat mutters to herself as she glances at the recipe on her phone then to the two grocery bags she placed on the counter. She grabs the ingredients out of the grocery bag, laying everything out.

You and Nat have been dating for almost a year now where 5 months in, you both decided to move into an apartment together. You work as a paralegal in a rather decent firm but because of your nature of work, you’re always stressed especially lately you’re also studying for the BAR Exams. Nat knows that homemade sweets such as cookies or cakes makes you feel better so of course as the best girlfriend ever, she’d attempt to make you feel better.

She finally finishes measuring everything out, since Wanda told her it would help make things easier, and starts as she mutters a silent prayer. She grabs an egg, gently cracking it against the side of the bowl and then the egg slips out of her hand. She frantically catches the egg, causing it to crack in her hands. She sighs sadly, throwing it out and washes her hands to try again. As she puts all her attention into the cookies she’s making, she didn’t notice the front door opening then closing and you shoving your coat onto the coat rack before you head to the kitchen.

“Gosh Nat! I literally had the worst day ever!” You start exasperatedly as you walk up to your girlfriend who jumps in shock while you continue your rant while hopping up to the counter so you can face her while flailing your arms to make your point.

“Can you believe it?? Steven said that I don’t have the guts to be a lawyer! And to think he failed the bar exam three years ago and just became a paralegal” you scoff as you grab an apple behind you and take a frustrated bite. Nat blinks slightly as the shock wears off, her eyes softening as she mentally catches up with your rant before she watches you with a fond look while she puts down the bowl so she can lean forward, propping her head up with her elbows on your thigh as you rant it out.

“Don’t even get me started with Henry, who BY THE WAY, said I have to give his research by FRIDAY! iF yOu wAnT tO be A lAwyEr, YoU hAvE tO GeT uSEd tO It my ass!” You mock your superior as you roll your eyes and lean back against the cabinet behind you with your arms crossed over your chest in frustration before finally taking in your surroundings and feel your girlfriend’s finger tracing shapes onto your thigh.

You raise your eyebrow slightly as you look around, finally looking at your girlfriend back with an amused but fond look on her face. “What’s all this?”

“Well, I was going to bake you cookies since I know how stressed you are but it seems like you need alcohol as well” Nat says nonchalantly as she continues to trace shapes onto your thigh. Your heart melts at the idea and you can’t help but feel tears starting to build up.

“R-really? You’re risking burning our kitchen for me?” You couldn’t help but tease as Nat playfully hits your thigh, making you laugh as your tears roll down your cheeks. She gently cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away with a soft smile.

“For you? Anything” you burst into tears at that as Nat laughs softly, grabbing you gently so you can cry on her shoulder while rubbing your back gently.

“There there you big baby” she cooes gently, kissing the top of your head as your shoulders shake even more while you clutch onto Nat’s shirt.

“Come on, help me finish these cookies. I’m scared to burn them”

#i love nat pls #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff

[phoenixresistance]

The Phoenix Resistance - Book 2 Chapter 25

A/N: Warnings: Blood, Violence, Death, all that fun stuff 😌. Henry belongs to @thatravenpuffwitch, Mina belongs to @lifeofkaze

The Ministry of Magic, Atrium, London - May 1st, 1998, 11:44 PM

Hours later, and with some help from Eloise Yaxley, the Phoenix Resistance found themselves in the atrium of the Ministry. The huge black marbled entryway was desolate and empty. At this hour, most of the regular employees would be at home. However, even with the war raging at Hogwarts, a few Death Eaters remained as guards. The handful that guarded the Atrium were already stunned and bound by Eloise before they entered.

“Alright, let’s split up. Kaari and Mina, you two go search the Muggleborn Registration offices. Eleanor and Mirai, you two stay here and guard the prisoners. If anyone enters, arrest them,” Devon signed.

“Where are you going?” Henry asked after translating for the others.

“I’m going to check the Auror offices. From what Lou told me, her father is one of the highest ranking Death Eaters and is responsible for keeping the puppet Minister under an Imperius curse. I’m going to ransack his office for anything I can use against them.”

“Not without me you’re not,” Henry protested, “In fact, you should stay here with Mirai. You’re in no shape to fight, it’s only been a few days.”

“Henry McClarnon, stop worrying about me. I’m coming and you can’t stop me,” she signed stubbornly, causing Kaari to chuckle quietly.

“You’re right, I can’t. Fine, lead the way Lou,” Henry relented with an amused smile.

The three of them broke off from the rest, Kaari giving Devon a friendly but concerned smile before disappearing around a corner. They took the lift in silence to the second level and made their way down the halls, Eloise and Henry walking in front of Devon with their wands out. Finally, they reached the door to Yaxley’s office.

“Eloise? What are you doing here?” Corban remarked as the door opened.

He stood in the middle of his office looking disheveled and out of breath. His usually neat braid was falling out and he had a few cuts across his face. It looked like he was in the middle of packing his things to run.

“I could ask you the same thing, father,” Eloise replied with a disdainful hiss on the last word, “I’m here to make sure you never see the light of day again.”

The words she’s been wanting to say her entire life finally came tumbling out of her mouth. She didn’t have to pretend anymore, and she never would again. She had chosen her side and it was time to come out of hiding.

“And by the looks of it, you’re here because you ran from the battle like a coward. Your precious Dark Lord won’t take too kindly to that, I imagine.”

Corban’s face twisted with malice at the words his daughter spoke to him, “So these are your true feelings after all? Antoinette managed to brainwash you to her disgusting muggleborn ideals. I should have gotten rid of her earlier than I did.”

“...what did you say?” Eloise whispered as her heartbeat started to pound in her head and a cold chill enveloped her heart.

“I caught your traitorous mother helping muggleborns during the First Wizarding War. It would have ruined my reputation and standing with the Dark Lord, so I dealt with her. All it took was a hit to the head. A shame, really.”

Not so much as a second went by before Eloise had crossed the room and elbowed her father hard across the face, a terrible cracking noise echoing across the office. He dropped like a sack of potatoes to the hard ground, his now broken nose pouring blood.

“Eloise, wait! What are you doing? Please, stop!” Corban pleaded, holding his broken nose as Eloise crouched down and held the sharp metal spike at the pommel of her wand to his neck.

“I should have killed you years ago. You’ve taken everything from me! My whole life I’ve been molded into who you want me to be. I’m just a tool you use to get yourself praise and then discard when I’m no longer your obedient little girl,” Eloise hissed, the spike pressing deeper into his skin with every word causing more blood to spill down his neck.

“Eloise, think about this,” a directionless voice entered her mind.

“Get out of my head, Marlowe!” She screamed and shook her head, pushing Devon out.

This was her moment. She had killed many people before as an assassin. This time won’t be any different. She withdrew her wand and raised it high above her head, the spike pointed down straight for his heart.

“I’ll continue your fight. One day, you’ll be proud of me. That’s a promise,” the words she once whispered to her mother echoed in her mind.

The silent office suddenly exploded as Eloise screamed, all the anger and fury tore from her chest. The scream pierced into Devon’s mind and she had to recoil, holding her head with her hand. With one swift movement, Eloise plunged the wand down and it clattered to the dark tiles beside Corban.

Eloise breathed deeply, her body shaking with anger as her head slumped downwards. After a minute she rose to her feet, her eyes cast down to her father who laid cowering and bloody on the floor. She grabbed his arm and started to drag him across the office before throwing him at Devon’s feet.

“Death is too good for you. You will answer for your crimes and watch as your reputation falls to ruin. It’s not worth staining my hands with your blood,” Eloise declared.

“He’s all yours, Marlowe.”

Without a second glance, Eloise retrieved her wand and walked past them, dumping everything in her father’s bag onto the desk to search. Corban Yaxley would join the others they had stunned and handcuffed on their way through the Ministry. Henry quickly delivered him to Mirai waiting in the Atrium, so she could tend to his broken nose, and then returned to help. They had many files and documents to pour over.

It took them a few hours, but the three of them managed to search every filing cabinet and folder along with a few more neighboring offices of high ranking Death Eaters. All documents that Devon deemed as useful evidence were shoved into a bag with an undetectable extension charm. Anything else was left in scattered piles around the office.

They were on their way back to the atrium to meet back up when Devon took a different turn.

“I’ve got one last stop to make. This one is personal,” Devon explained.

They followed her until they entered a large chamber filled with rows of desks. Upon them sat huge stacks of posters with large fonts printed across them.

“Mudbloods & The Dangers They Pose To A Perfect Pureblood Society”

Pulling out her wand, Devon pointed it at the nearest desk and it erupted into flames. She stood there for a second watching it burn before turning to the next desk and doing the same.

“Well, what are you two waiting for?” She signed.

Ministry of Magic, Atrium, London - May 2nd, 1998, 3:14 AM

Mirai crouched next to the group of Death Eaters they had bound and gagged on the Atrium floor next to the statue. Corban Yaxley’s nose was healed now, but he still glared at her. She turned away and glanced up towards Eleanor’s figure a few feet away. She stood unwavering with her wand in her hand, never keeping an eye away from the various floo fireplaces that lined the walls.

“Why are you here?” Eleanor murmured to Mirai as she walked up next to her.

“I’m here to help,” Mirai frowned.

“But you’ve got a family. Your daughter needs you. Why are you risking your life with the rest of us? You’re not a fighter.”

“No I’m not. But I am a healer. God knows you guys need me,” Mirai chuckled, elbowing Eleanor playfully, “Well, maybe not you.”

They were quiet for a few moments before she spoke again, “I will always help those in need, even Death Eaters.”

A flicker of green flames lit up the darkness ahead of them and Eleanor stiffened.

“Get back, Mirai,” she motioned as a figure emerged from the shadows, one with long white hair and that sickening smile she knew. This time however, his snow white hair was matted with streaks of red.

Mirai slowly backed away towards the statue. Her heart sank into her chest. Whose blood was that? If he was coming from the battle currently happening at Hogwarts…

With a flick of his wrist, a small red bead shot out of Eme’s wand. Eleanor barely had time to tuck and roll out of the way before it struck the statue. A huge ball of fire erupted and lit up the entire room, the light reflecting off the tiled walls and floor.

Pieces of white stone rained down upon Mirai and the Death Eater captives. Mirai managed to conjure a small shield for herself but the others weren’t so lucky. A few particularly large fragments impacted them causing one to be knocked out and another’s leg to be trapped.

Mirai dashed over to the figure unconscious on the floor. Producing some bandages with her wand, she hastily wrapped his bleeding head and casted a few minor healing charms to stabilize him.

An errant spell from Eleanor and Eme’s battle nearby shot across her vision and smashed the tiles just shy of another captive. They couldn’t stay here. More will be injured or even die. She also couldn’t let them go, however.

Mirai switched patients and ran over to the man with the trapped leg. It only took a few severing spells to cut it into small enough pieces that she could safely remove it. The leg was clearly broken but she couldn’t fix it right now. It wasn’t life threatening but all the spells of combat nearby were.

Taking a second to scan the atrium, and shielding herself from the debris of another spell smashing into the statue, Mirai noticed a small office close by with the door open. All she had to do was drag them into it and they would be safe.

Meanwhile, Eleanor was trying her best to keep Eme from advancing while also trying to limit the damage she caused. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mirai dragging the Death Eaters away one by one. Hopefully the rest of the team heard the explosion and were on their way. She just had to wait for backup.

Eme was getting closer and the spells coming at her were fast. It was a shame they were underground as she really did enjoy the help of a dragon. Ryoko was something neither of them expected to ever have to fight, which made him useful against Eme. She would just have to find some other way to best him.

Eme relented, clearly noticing he wasn’t getting anywhere. He considered for a moment and then his wand lit up again with another spell, but this time it was a sickly green. It also wasn’t headed towards Eleanor.

She ran and dove to put herself in front of it, the green bolt barely striking her shoulder. She was dead before her body hit the tiles with a dull thud.

“Well well. What do we have here?” Eme wondered out loud, casually stepping over his sister's body as he made his way towards the office door.

Mirai stood in front of the now closed and locked door, having just finished moving the captives inside.

“Stand aside, girl.”

“Why? What do you want with them?” Mirai stuttered as she tried to keep her legs from shaking.

“I’m going to kill them, of course. We can’t have them spilling secrets to the enemy,” he replied coolly, pulling a knife from his belt and flipping it in his fingers.

“Aren’t you going to free them? Why do they have to die?”

“Only the weak get captured. They don’t deserve to live. Now get out of my way.”

“I will kill you if you touch them!”

Eme’s hollow laugh echoed off the walls of the atrium. He was now close enough to reach out and touch. Mirai could almost smell the scent of blood and death on him.

“You mortals are so naive. You couldn’t kill me if you tried for hundreds of years. Ask my dear sister, she knows better than anyone,” he gestured to Eleanor lying on the floor behind him.

“Why don’t you just run away like the rest of your friends? I’ll even give you a head start. A count to ten, perhaps?” He mused.

“10, 9, 8,” his deep voice started to count, the words multiplying by the echo.

Mirai stood frozen in fear with her back up to the door. Her wand was still in her hand, yet she couldn’t will herself to fight.

“7, 6, 5”

It was pointless anyway. All she needed to do was hold her ground. Any moment now, Eleanor would heal and come save her.

“4, 3, 2, 1”

“Still here are you? What a pity,” Eme mused with his head cocked to the side.

Mirai gasped as a sharp pain pierced her abdomen. Glancing down, she watched as Eme withdrew the knife and a waterfall of red poured down her shirt and pants and gathered in a pool around her shoes.

“NO!” Eleanor screamed as she came to and pushed herself up from the floor, “Fight me, you coward!” she screamed and shot a few spells, drawing his attention as he snarled.

Eme and Eleanor resumed their fight in the center of the atrium as Mirai slid down against the door to the floor, holding her stomach and failing to keep the blood in her body.

It worked, she had saved them. Nobody was going to get into that room as long as she guarded it. Soon she will be back home again with her daughter in her arms. It was only a matter of time.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #the phoenix resistance #tpr #devon marlowe #henry mcclarnon #eloise yaxley #mirai wilson #eleanor amaranthine #eme amaranthine

[drcalmreid]

friends - s.r. (pt. 1/2)

pairing: spencer reid x female reader

summary: pure angst - friends with benefits always ends up with one person scorn out of jealousy...and in this case, it’s spencer. especially when he sees you flirting with one of his BAU partners.

content warning: consumption of alcohol, indication of sex (no smut!), anger/trust issues, brief mention of blood

word count: 4.5k // part two

authors notes: lyrics = indicate a flashback!! ALSO this is completely inspired by the song “friends” by chase atlantic, so i recommend listening to it while you read! this part is all in spencer’s pov but the next one will be the readers pov ;)

SPENCERS POV

Sweat and tension hang heavy in the air as I sit in the bar, watching my co-workers from the booth. The condensation slides down my glass onto the table, creating a puddle around the cup. I run my fingers around in the ring of water, creating shapes on the table top.

“You know,” JJ says, taking the spot next to me in the booth. “If you’re going to come out with us, you should try to make conversation.” “I think I’m okay,” I smile at her as she nudges me with her elbow. “Really, you don’t have to babysit me. Go, have fun.”

“Alright,” JJ says standing back up. Her eyes scan over me before she turns to gaze to the dance floor. Luke, Tara, Penelope, Emily, and (y/n) all dance together, obnoxiously close to one another (some more than others). “You should tell her how you feel.” JJ comments, swirling her drink with the straw in her mouth.

“What- who? What are you talking about?”

“C’mon Spence! You really think after all this time I still can’t read you?” JJ asks and I shrug, giving her a small smile. JJ leans down to me and whispers, “just go talk to (y/n)”.

I lean back on the leather seat and crack my back, even though I know that the constant cracking of my back actually causes adverse effects...but I do it anyway. I bring my eyes up from the table and my still sweating glass of water and glance over at the dance floor. JJ just reaches the team as they welcome her into their terribly coordinated group. This is the third time the team has gone out this month and the first time I’ve been here to witness the completely obvious flirt-fest between Alvez and (y/n). How do I even compete with someone like Luke? I was captivated by (y/n) from the moment I met her, but was too scared to even process a relationship with her. My brain couldn’t stop running over every possible scenario of what could go wrong if I asked her out...even just for a simple coffee after work. I couldn’t do it, and I knew I wouldn’t. Until (y/n) took it upon herself…

Girl, tell me what you're doing on the other side?

And so, just tell me what you're doing with that other guy?

Cause I ain't got patience to slow down the bass

“You going to O’Malley’s tonight?” (Y/n) asks, peering down at me from the corner of my desk. She sits on the corner of the wooden top, her legs swinging back and forth. I turn in my desk chair and look up at her. It feels as though someone sucked all the oxygen out of the room and I’m lost in her presence. She captivates me in a way that no one has. “Reid?” She asks again, waving her hand in front of my face. She tilts her head down and smiles at me, but waits for me to answer.

“‘M sorry, I-”

“It’s okay, I just would really like it if you came. That’s all,” she grins and hops off my desk onto the floor. “No pressure.” I swivel in my chair and follow her path behind me, my words get caught in my throat before I finally call after her, “I’ll be there!”.

-

“Y’know Spence,” (y/n) drunkenly whispers in my ear, even though she’s practically yelling over the loud bar music. It was only an hour after the team had gotten to the bar, but (y/n) was drinking as if it were her last drink on earth. “I like you…” she trails off, swirling her drink with the straw. She flips her hair over her shoulder and leans down on her arm to stare into my eyes. Her eyes are glossed over from the alcohol she’s consumed and clearly her filter is completely gone for the night. I laugh at her words and lean down to her, “I like you too, you’re easy to talk to, funny, you actually listen to my rambles. You’re a great friend, (y/n).” I practically choke the words out, and thank God she’s intoxicated otherwise she would have caught my inflexion on the word “friend”.

“No, no, no-” She sits up on her stool and glances around the bar. She spots the rest of the team across the restaurant before she continues talking, “I like-like you, Spencer. I like you a lot.”

“(Y/n), do you know what you’re saying to me right now?”

“Of course I do,” she takes a gulp from her drink. “I’ve wanted to tell you for months, but now I’ve got the liquid courage.” She winks and tilts the glass in my direction. I want to believe that this is truly happening, but I can’t. I want to throw caution to the wind and be with her, but I can’t. I don’t trust myself or my past. I’m no good for her.

“I think we should switch you to water,” I say as I raise my hand to the bartender. She reaches over my chest and grabs my arm, carefully avoiding my hand, shaking her head.

“No,” she says leaning in near my face. My heart leaps into my throat and I feel my pulse quicken as she inches closer to me. “Spence, you can give me all the water you want...but what I said won’t change.”

(Y/n) hops down from her stool to meet the rest of the BAU at the large table, but turns on her heel only a few steps away, “you comin’?”

-

“Hi,” I say as (y/n) swings open her front door the next morning. Her eyes are hooded, red and puffy as she shields them from the sun. Her once perfectly curled hair is now gathered into the messiest bun, as she stands in her beat-up FBI training t-shirt and paint-covered sweatpants. “I figured you would want something greasy, so I got you a breakfast burrito, but when you realize that isn’t the hangover cure, I got you a banana and nut mix with some Powerade.” I say, raising up two separate shopping bags.

“Oh my God, my head,” (y/n) whines, shuffling away from the front door plopping herself on the couch. “I was so fucked up last night.” She mumbles as her face is squished in between couch cushions.

“Yeah,” I shut the door as quietly as I can behind me. “You were.” I chuckle, setting the bags down on her kitchen island. I grab the Powerade from the bag and walk back to her on the couch. I squat down in front of her, tilting my head back and forth waiting for her to look at me. Eventually, she turns to face me and a smile creeps across her face. She whispers a quiet “hi” and I mimic back the word, “hi”. She slowly pulls herself up from the couch and pulls her legs into a cross-legged position. I pass her the Powerade and she rolls her eyes at me before opening the bottle.

“Remind me never to drink again,” she crips. “I have no filter when I drink. I mean, I literally told JJ I like Henry better than Michael...who does that?”

“Same person who confessed their love for me last night,” I mutter and my eyes go wide, heart dropping. Did I really just say that? (Y/n) practically spits out her drink and laughs.

“You’re kidding right? Spence-” She leans forward, panic running across her features as she tries to hide it with humor. “Spencer.” She says and I look up at her, “what did I say to you, Spencer? Tell me, oh God maybe I don’t want to know,” she stands from the couch and pads off into her bedroom. I stand up from my spot on the floor and follow her. “No, tell me,” she pivots and leans against her bed.

“(Y/n), you were drunk and I should have stopped you.”

“Spencer, what the fuck did I say?” She says sternly.

All your girlfriends are wasted

They need it, they chase it

Face it. You want it, you crave it

I shake my head clear of that night and let my eyes linger on her. From my spot at the table, I can perfectly watch the team dance their hearts out. (Y/n) dances to the rhythm of the obnoxious club music, her hips moving at a steady pace. Luke stands dangerously close to her as he follows her movements. (Y/n) spins to face him, her laugh bubbling out of her as Luke smiles down at her. She stands on her toes, whispering something to him, before Alvez throws his head back laughing at her. He leans down to talk to her again and (y/n) wraps her arms around his neck, bringing him even closer. The two of them move together now, completely tangled in one another as the songs continue. Luke trails his hands down her sides before they rest just above her waist. (Y/n) lowers her arms and quickly spins in Luke’s grip, her ass now practically grinding on him. Her dress rides up her thighs, inching closer and closer to her waist. The other girls cheer on the two, but JJ looks over her shoulder at me giving an empathetic smile. An anger builds up from deep inside of me and I grip my glass harder than is probably safe. I can’t be here anymore. I stand up abruptly from the bench and work my way through the crowds, desperate for some air and to see anything other than that.

Believe when I say that you'll know once you taste it

“I don’t-,” I start, but (y/n) stands from the bed.

“Don’t give me that ‘I don’t remember’ bullshit, because you can I both know you do,” (y/n) says in a way that leans more nervous and upset than angry.

“You said, ‘I like-like you.’” I choke out, while scratching the nape of my neck.

“What else did I say?” She asks, her eyes wide with embarrassment.

“That, you wanted to tell me for months but didn’t have the courage to.” I say, staring down at the floor before I look up to see (y/n) also keeping her eyes fixed on the hardwood floor.

“You know what they say about drunken confessions.” She mumbles, pulling her hands in front of her to play with her fingers.

“It’s been proven that alcoholic drinks cause neurological and psychological regression with the higher blood alcohol levels, so more hostile and truthful responses are common...but alcohol can’t necessarily make you feel new emotions.” I ramble on and (y/n) shakes her head at me.

“Did you know that or did you look it up after I confessed last night?”

“Both,” I answer and we both release our built up stress in a heartfelt laugh.

“Yeah well,” she rubs her arms. “I didn’t lie. I really do like you Spence,” she looks up and holds my gaze. “You don’t have to say anything, or feel anything… I just- I just wanted you to know for so long, and I guess now’s the time.”

Without hesitation I lean forward, my hands cradling her face and pull her lips to mine. Our mouths melt into one another quickly and I lose myself in her. My mind races through every possibility of what this means for us, but I try my best to shut it off and just be in the present. (Y/n) giggles against my lips, pulling away for a second to look at me.

“I like you too,” I smile down at her, while pushing a loose strand from her bun behind her ear. She grins and stands on her toes, capturing my lips again before we step backward, falling onto the bed.

All of your friends have been here for too long

They must be waiting for you to move on

Girl, I'm not with it I'm way too far gone

I'm not ready, eyes heavy now

I step out of the bar into the cool March air, the night temperature chilling my lungs as I breathe in and out rapidly. I lean against the brick wall of the building, pulling at my tie feverishly trying to get it off. I yank off the tie, untying it in my hands while resting my head against the wall. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale… When I open my eyes again, I look out across the busy street as couples pass by. Each one fixated on the other and my heart pounds in my ears.

“Spence?” A voice calls from near the entrance of the bar, “are you okay? I saw you run out, I-”

“I’m fine, (y/n).” I snap at her. She stands to my side, arms crossed, her hands running up and down to keep herself warm.

“Are you sure?”

“I said I’m fine.”

Silence settles betweens us for a moment before she steps forward, inching closer to me. We stand next to one another for a moment, both of us resting against the bar wall as cars continue to zip down the street.

“Alright, well if you’re fine, then I’ll leave you,” she sighs. (Y/n) steps back, heels clicking on the pavement as she approaches the bar.

“Do you like him?” I ask, staring down at the undone tie in my hands. She raises her eyebrows and her eyes scan over my face. “Luke. Do you like Luke?”

“Excuse me?” She asks, her hand resting on the door handle to the bar.

“I mean- it seems like you do.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” She drops the handle and turns to face me again.

“Nothing, you- you just were dancing and-”

“Oh my god,” she mutters through a laugh. “You’re jealous. Spencer, seriously?”

“I’m sorry that I can’t see you with other guys, it’s not fair for me to watch that. I can’t, (y/n).”

“Well,” she steps back, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “That’s not really my problem is it? You told me to, let’s see...how did you put it?”

She looks up as if she’s trying to remember the words, “ ‘Get over my feelings because we’re not together’? I believe that’s what you said.” She coolly states, quoting my words from days before. I stand against the wall stunned as I blink away tears.

“(y/n), I-”

“Spencer, please just don’t say anything else. You’ve said enough,” she grabs the door handle again and swings the heavy bar door open. She props it open with her foot and glances back at me, “just so we’re clear. None of this is fair, and I can dance with whoever I want.”

Heart on your sleeve like you've never been loved

Running in circles, now look what you've done

My cool fingertips run up and down her bare back, moving along her spine. Occasionally I trace shapes and words onto her skin as she lays against me. The hours pass as we stay in her bed, the world continuing on without us as we lay tangled together.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I glance down at her. Her eyes flutter open as she looks up at me, keeping her head on my chest.

“Yeah? I bet I’ve wanted to longer,” she giggles, sitting up resting her weight on her elbow.

“Mmm,” I humm and pull her face to mine. Pecking her lips once, “I don’t think so.”

“No? Then why didn’t you say anything?” (Y/n) tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and rests her chin on my chest. Her big, bright eyes piercing into mine.

“I was scared,” I say truthfully and I feel as though a weight is lifted off of me. She tilts her head to one side as she waits for me to keep talking, “I don’t have the best relationship history. Actually, I don’t even have a history.” I take a deep breath and (y/n) smiles, tracing small hearts onto my chest with her index finger. “I- I just don’t know how to do this, (y/n). I don’t even know if I can…” I confess, but (y/n) doesn’t take her eyes off of me. She sits up slowly, the sheets of her bed gathered around her bare chest.

“Spence, I don’t know how to do this either,” she giggles. “But, I’m willing to try to figure it out with you...as long as you are.”

“Let me ask you this,” I say sitting up slightly, leaning against her bed frame.

“Oo yes, my favorite Dr. Reid phrase,” she says laying down under my arm. “Sorry, continue.”

“Do you think we could keep this between us? I’m just not ready for all of the pressure and conversations between the team.” She reaches up as I speak and twists one of my curls between her thumb and index finger.

“Of course,” she smiles and our lips meet each other again.

Give you my word as you take it and run

Wish you'd let me stay, I'm ready now

I close my eyes harshly and rub the back of my eyes with my knuckles, so hard that I see stars and swirls among the darkness. “Shit,” I shout, tossing the tie to the concrete, not caring where it lands. I swing my arms around, smashing my fist into the brick wall. “Fuck!” I whip my hands away from the wall, shaking my hand off. My knuckles are open, bloody, and throbbing. I fling myself off the wall again, headed back into the bar. My head is spinning and cloudy, but all I know is I have to get to (y/n). I have to apologize to her and tell her the truth. I need her to listen, I need her to understand, hell...I just need her. I pull open the wooden door and blasting music hits me like a wall. I shake my head at the change in volume and push through the crowds. I make a bee-line for the BAU’s table in search of any one of my team members. Penelope spots me first as she skips over in her brightly colored heels. “Reid, oh Reid! My personal genius! Come! Come,” she tugs on my shirt sleeve, pulling me closer to the back table. I turn my head back and forth, scanning over all of the faces in the crowd in search of (y/n). “Garcia,” I say, trying to put my heels down. “Where is (y/n)?” She ignores me and continues pushing us through the sea of people. Finally our table appears and Emily, JJ, and Tara sit in a semi circle shaped booth. “Found him,” she cheers, pushing me into the booth. She sits down across from me and turns to JJ. “Now shimmy over, I have a question for the good Doctor.”

“Garcia,” I practically beg. “Where is (y/n)?”

“Oh, sorry! She left with Newbie.” Penelope answers, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“No, Pen,” JJ glances up from her drink to meet my eyeline. “Not like that, Luke was just driving her home.”

“Are you kidding? Those two were hot-and-heavy on the dance floor. Totally into each other… Oh my god imagine their kids!” Garcia beams, clasping her hands together. JJ frowns, but nods at Penelope, not to give her any indication of my feelings. “So! Tara was telling me that alcohol actually-”

“Garcia,” I interrupt and stand up from the booth. “I’m so sorry, but I really have to go.”

Just give me some time and space to realize

That you, were busy lying, sleeping 'round with other guys

And what the hell were we?

Tell me we weren't just friends

This doesn't make much sense. No.

“Spencer for the love of God open the door,” (y/n) mumbles against my neck. Goosebumps rise in the wake of her words.

“I’m trying, but you’re distracting me,” I respond. The hotel keycard fumbles in my hands against the door as (y/n) lingers next to me.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m distracting you?” She coyly asks, running her hands under my shirt. Finally the door chimes and swings open. “Thank god,” she says pushing past me into the hotel room. I shut the door behind us and within seconds, were connected again, our moans echoing throughout the empty hotel room. It’s been nearly four months since (y/n) and I decided to hide our feelings from the rest of the world. It’s safer and easier for both of us, but every moment with her makes me want to scream it from the rooftops. Everytime we sneak away to our hotel rooms on cases, share secret glances during profiles, bring each other coffee in the mornings, or just be around one another for longer than usual, my heart begs for more. The two of us agreed that with our jobs and personal struggles the easiest thing would be to enjoy each other when we could, but not stress ourselves about the labels. “Friends with benefits,” (y/n) would label it after we spent one of our first nights together. I hated the term, but by definition… it was true.

Moments pass by and before I know it we're both covered in sweat, tangled in the hotel sheets. We both collapse onto the bed, quickly trying to catch our breath. I plop down on my back, curls covered in sweat and slicked to my forehead. (Y/n) nuzzles into my side, our skin sticking to one another as she fits herself under my arm. My eyes get heavy and I continue to move my hands through her hair onto her bare skin. I reach over with my loose arm and flick the light off, before I bring my arm around her and pull her in closer by the waist. Minutes of silence tick by as both of us are drowning in sleep; I close my eyes letting the night time wash over me and (y/n) does the same. After a while, I feel myself losing to the tired, but before it completely consumes me I hear (y/n) whisper, “I love you”.

But I'm not hurt, I'm tense

Cause I'll be fine without you babe

The bar door swings open again with force and I step onto the sidewalk. The cold temperature chills me again, but I push through the air away from the restaurant. I have no idea where I am headed, but my legs carry me away from the doors and walk for blocks. Thankfully, I had walked to the bar tonight because I am way too restless and anxious to be behind the wheel. Before I know it, I’m in front of my apartment complex. I release a big sigh before climbing the steps up to my home. If I didn’t know any better, I would have ended up at (y/n)’s apartment on my hands and knees, begging for her to take me back. But this isn’t a fairytale, it’s life. Life of a traumatized FBI agent who’s terrified of commitment and loss. I turn my key in the front door and stumble inside the apartment. I toss my shoes by the door and walk through the living room, laying down on my bed as sleep washes over me.

Saturday morning comes only a few hours later, the day drags on as I lay on my bed fully clothed. I rub the back of my eyes with my knuckles before I feel an intense pain in my hand. Shit. I stand up from the comfort of my bed and walk into the bathroom, cleaning off my knuckles and the dried blood from the back of my hand. Pain sears through my hand, but I welcome it, the physical pain taking away from the hurricane going on in my head.

I walk out of the bathroom flipping over a stack of books near my desk. I can’t be trapped here anymore. I have to get out. I pull on a half-worn cardigan over my button up and flatten out my pants, grab my shoes by the door and leave.

Again, I find myself walking in the cool spring air, the streets beginning to fill with morning crowds. I walk the couple of blocks from my house to the BAU, knowing the offices will be empty on the weekend and I can have a space to work without my bed calling my name from the other room. I push open the glass doors to the BAU bullpen and practically collapse into my desk chair. I flick on the reading light and set my head down on the table top. Silence.

“Luke, if you don’t stop,” the words come from the doorway and a chill mixed with shock runs through my body. I whip my head in the direction of the voice and spot Luke and (y/n) laughing together....(y/n) in her dress from the night before. (Y/n) locks her eyes with mine and frowns, “Oh my god, Spence.”

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oooo shiittttt!! two parter!! whatsss gonna happennnnnnnn ;)))))

part two

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[brandycranby]

pluck me, lily of the valley pt.1

summary: into the woods, as the old story goes, and there he will find you

pairing: henry cavill x reader; no ethnicity/race specified, run wild young hearts

warning(s): no smut (so far), possible dub-con, alternate universe, fairy tale/fantasy themes, sensuality, WEREWOLVES!!

a/n: heavily inspired by angela carter’s short story, the company of wolves from her collection, the bloody chamber. considered a feminist retelling of little red riding hood, it was later adapted into a movie in 1984. honestly, probably caused my sexual awakening and the story pairs so well with our Mr. Cavill.

If you’d like to watch a bit of the movie that I based this scene on, here it is.

Also, acknowledgements! Thank you to @littlefreya and @demivampirew for kindly giving inspiration pics when I asked; I wouldn’t have finished this w/o them!!

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He had surprised you whilst you were on your way to the orphanage. You were kneeling on the grass, contemplating the wildflowers that sprung up here and there. You had only meant to pluck a few clovers on the side of the path so the little children could have some cheer along with their food, but then bright specks of yellow had tempted you further away.

Following one bloom after another, plucking buttercups and sweet white sorrel, you wandered deeper and deeper into the thicket until the road was out of sight.

But you didn’t notice.

You were so intent on picking a full bouquet for the orphans that you trailed farther and farther. By the time you stumbled upon a shaded glade with glee, the forest had fallen into a twilight stillness.  

The songbirds that had been your constant traveling companions ceased their chirping; in the undergrowth, the little mice and voles stopped their rustling. Above your head, the sun slowly sunk down towards the horizon.

A sudden trembling shivered up your spine and prickled the fine hairs on your neck. You were being watched. Your hands froze in the middle of stroking the petals of a violet. Oh, you were in trouble.

Without moving your head, you cast your eyes around, seeing for the first time just how lost, how deep in the forbidden woods you were. The spruce trees, like tall castle walls, waved their dark sleeves at you. With the cold wind picking up, they looked like large boogeymen in the dying sunset.

You whimpered softly and clutched at your cloak, squeezing it between your fingers for comfort. Bulbous shadows grew long around you, stretching to monstrous sizes as the last vestiges of light trickled away.

And falling across the wicker basket sitting by your side, a great dark shade. Whose shadow is that? You slowly turned, following the strange shape to its root and –

‘Oh!’ you gasped and reared back with sudden fright. With a soft grunt, you fell on your elbow, crushing the violet you had been admiring.

Behind you was a hulking form, as tall as a young tree and so deeply shadowed, only the outline of its body could be seen.

As if sensing your panic with some animal feeling, the thing uncurled its arms from where they were crossed in front of it and stepped forward. Its steps seemed to shake the forest floor like thunderclaps.

Unconsciously, you curled into yourself, scrunching down, and squeezing your legs together as if that would make you smaller. Blood roared in your ears with a thump, thump, making you quiver like a rabbit in a snare.

Then, the faintest shaft of light struck and - oh, not a beast.

A man, though not like any one you had seen before. No, there were only old men left in your village. The lucky ones, spared from serving their king because of their trembling hands, too weak to hold a blade, and bad eyes. All the boys and fit men had been unceremoniously gathered one morning and marched away. Even your brother, only thirteen, was taken.

So, who was this then?

Still sprawled on the ground, you peered at him through your lashes, observing his clothes, the heavy leather boots, and his trousers slightly grass-stained. His legs were long, his thighs firm and strong. You'd bet your finest needle that if you touched them, they’d be as solid as an oak log.

Why did I think that?

Shaking off your distraction, you continued your inspection. You flitted your eyes upwards, noting the pristine rifle slung on his back. This was an armed man, a dangerous man. Yet. . . he didn’t seem menacing. For the first time, you glanced at his face as he continued to move closer and closer to you.

His face – his face was divine, almost as perfect as the stained-glass pictures of the Lord in the cathedral. They were a luxury your village couldn’t afford but still, you delighted in looking at them every Sunday.

And now, even shadowed by the dusk, this stranger’s face was reminiscent of your Savior’s gentle mien. You watched as he lowered himself in front of you, squatting on his heels with a soft grunt, piercing you with sudden intrigue. With a gulp, you imagined tracing the lines of his arched brows, open and boyishly charming, or gently smoothing back the curl of hair that had fallen over his tall forehead.

No, how disgraceful. What would the sisters say? 

They would be disappointed for certain, even Mother Superior with all her affection for you. Generous enough to allow you to continue wearing your mother’s scarlet cloak while you sheltered at the nunnery, even she would cane you for your bold thoughts.

“S-stop there!” you cried out with all your might, your voice barely above a whisper. You’d not allow this ruffian to come any closer. 

He paused in his slow crawl to you, tilting his head to one side like a farm dog you saw once did, when its shepherd had given it a command. Still holding your gaze captive, the forest stranger smiled, his soft lips peeling back, allowing the sharp points of his teeth to slip out. He seemed to consider your outburst for a moment before resuming his advance.

Whimpering, you attempted to crawl backwards while shuffling on your stinging elbow. Your legs were numb with fear, almost boneless beneath your petticoats. Only the sound of your shallow breaths penetrated the forest stillness - loud and harsh.

The stranger’s broad torso rose and fell, your only evidence that he was breathing. It swelled with his long careful inhales, drawing your eye to his sternum where the collar of his shirt had fallen open, and thick curls of hair were peeking through. 

He’s so hairy, like a-a-a beast. The air in your small chest stuttered, your throat squeezing closed. 

With dazzling speed, the stranger closed an iron fist around your little ankle, searing it with his heat. You screamed, high and girlish, as he pulled you onto your back, towards him, trapping you in between his arms as he continued to stare at you, bright blue eyes searching deep within you for something. 

This close, you could smell his earthy musk, as if he had been rolling in the grass before, like some animal. His thick hair fell around his strong jaw, escaping the tattered ribbon that barely held it back in a respectable tail. 

He pressed closer, his whiskered mouth blowing hot air on your neck as he continued his own inspection. 

You felt yourself quiver uncontrollably under his scrutiny. 'Please, sir. Please let me go,' Wetting your lips, you pleaded, gasping, 'Don't hurt me, please.'

A twig snapped in the underbrush, shocking in the deafening silence. The man tilted his head at the sound, his curls sweeping to the side, revealing the sharp point of his hairline. 

What did Sister Cecille say? Before I left, why can't I remember?

'You?' his voice rolled into you like the river tide, low and slightly airy as if he were in awe. 'I would never hurt you, dear girl.' 

As sudden as he had grabbed you, the stranger sat back on his haunches and pulled you upright with a simple tug. You heaved, out of breath from fright, and stared warily at him through your mussed hair. 

'. . .and beware, child, men with hairy arms and bellies and the widow's peak. Beware the wol-'

'I have been very rude,' the stranger flashed you a charming smile, 'Please, I am just a simple huntsman, I don't mean any harm.' 

'If thou meet one, thou must never listen to their words, for all they tell are lies-'

'I thought that you were in need of some assistance', he brushed his knuckles against your cheek, the hair on them scratching softly where he touched you. 'Here, it is not safe for young ladies at night.'

Reassured that he was no highwayman, and indeed there was a brace of game birds at his belt, you smiled back at the fellow, parting your lips with a hesitant grin. 'Yes, I forgot the time. I am headed to the orphanage on the other side, b-but, I think I'm lost.'

'Keep your knife close, do you have it? Yes, yes, good, Mr. Tomas makes fine silver knives, doesn't he, child? Remember, keep your knife close-'

'Ah', he let out a warm chuckle that made you shiver and your cheeks flush, 'Let me hold your basket then, darling one, I shall guide you. These woods are my home. You'll be safe with me.' 

You glanced appraisingly as he bounced the rifle on his shoulder. He did look quite strong, kneeling there with his bulk like a fine tilling ox, and you'd appreciate help with your basket, so heavy laden with flat cakes and jam jars. And your knife-

'Alright, I'd be very grateful', you let him help you to your feet, blushing as he patted away the grass on your cloak, his hands so warm, you could feel him through your skirts. 'But, please, I still don't know your name, Mr-'

'My name? Forgive me,' he took your hand in his, placing it in the crook of his muscular arm, 'It must have slipped my mind, sweet.’ Bending down slightly, he scooped up your basket in his other arm.

‘Please, call me Henry.'

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Please tell me any thoughts or suggestions. Smut may be in the future, once I figure out how to write it. Probably won’t leave off here.

But it’s my first multi-chapter attempt, feedback is very appreciated

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fic #werewolf!henry cavill #henry cavill #my writing

[anavrinvblog]

Cavill’s Weekend - The Night.

Type: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: 638 words.

Warnings: SMUT and a censored swear word!

A/N: Guess who could not wait to post this until next weekend? Yes, me! There will be a final one coming on Saturday or Sunday next! Also, this was my first time writing some kind of smut and oh my, wasn’t it an adventure. I know the quality is not the finest, but the love is there ❤

Shortly, after dinner, everyone gathered around the fire pit. The kids were roasting some marshmallows for their dessert while the adults shared a glass of wine in between conversations. Henry had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, tucking you into his side. You could feel the warmth of his body by how close you two were. The weather has kept sunny and warm for the day time, but at night time, it could get pretty chill and cold, so the set up around the fire pit was perfect.

The kids were starting to show signs of being tired so everyone helped to bring things inside and said their goodnights before leaving for their bedrooms. You were sitting in bed waiting for Henry who was still by the door talking with his brother about tomorrow's lake trip. You smiled when you saw him coming in, and close the door behind him. He took off his clothes and stood only in a pair of boxers, joining you in bed.

"I cannot tell who is more excited. The kids or the men." You chuckled when you saw him set up the alarm for early in the morning. The distance from the house to the lake was quite a drive, and since It was a busy place, you wanted to make sure to get a spot in the parking lot.

"Me neither." He laughed, wrapping one of his arms around your waist, while his head rested on his elbow.

Every time he looked at you. The looks were of pure love and adoration. You always felt like your heart couldn't beat any faster. You smiled, and turned around on your side, placing a soft kiss to his lips. His hand shifted from your waist to the lace of your lingerie, his lips finding yours again for a deep and passionate kiss. You have let his body shadow yours, your hands resting on his strong and broad back, caressing his soft skin with your fingertips.

"Come here, love..." He whispered, his voice raspy yet sweet-sounding as he lays by your side, pulling you closer to him, letting your head rest on his chest, while his other arm wraps around your shoulder. "Can I, baby?" He whispers against your cheek, placing a soft kiss to it, his eyes searching to meet yours.

You locked eyes with him and nodded with a soft smile on your lips, kissing the palm of his hand. "Can I?" You asked him in a whisper next to his ear.

"Of course, my love." Henry nodded, brushing his nose against yours lovingly.

Henry's underwear joined yours by the end of the bed. His fingertips drawn random shapes and patterns down your chest, to your folds, a soft moan escaping your lips with the pleasurable contact.

Your hand caressed Henry's thighs, massaging them gently. He spread his thighs a little bit wider, moaning when he felt your soft touch on his shaft.

"Sh*t, baby..." He closed his eyes, chuckling, an amused smile spread on his lips as he continued to move his fingers skillfully in between your legs. He continued to place soft kisses on your neck, his moans silencing against your skin.

Your hand caressed his hair, playing with his curls, while the other one provoked his mind to daze. "I love you..." You whispered against his lips.

"I love you too, love." He whispered back, both of you letting yourselves go and enjoy the building pleasure inside your bodies.

Henry had his hand securing your leg that wrapped around his thigh. Your breaths were heavy, and your bodies felt exhausted from the released electricity. His forehead rested against yours, his eyelashes resting against his flushed cheeks. You pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, and closed your eyes, letting yourselves fall asleep until the next morning.

(To be continued...)

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[angryschnauzer]

Superior Specimen - Chapter 7

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Drunken Piggy Back Rides, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Drama, Theft, Amateur Heroics, Hospital Visit, Shower Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Blow Job, Fingering, Lavish lifestyle, Henry is loaded, The Shard, Expensive Gifts, Sixty nine, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Angst, Argument, Jealousy,

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Chapter 7

 When you emerged from the bathroom Henry was just coming out of the kitchen area, two bottles of water in hand before he opened one and handed it to you;

 “Drink”

 “Thank you” you took it from him and lifted it to your mouth, not realising how dry your throat had grown from all the exertion. As you drank in silence you couldn’t help but to let your eyes stray over his exquisite body, from his broad chest to his narrow waist, to his thick cock hanging heavy between his enormous thighs. You hadn’t realised how long - and obviously - you’d been staring, but when he held his arms out and span slowly around with a smirk on his face you realised it hadn’t been in the tiniest bit subtle;

 “Like what you see Princess?”

 Stepping forwards you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest as you smiled at him;

 “You know I do”

 With a sly grin you pressed the cold-water bottle to his naked ass and he let out a high-pitched squeal and leapt forwards, knocking you to your ass onto the soft plush carpet. Propping yourself up on your elbows you grinned at him as he towered over you, a look of dark amusement on his face;

 “Oh, you are in for it now Princess”

 You let out a squeal as he suddenly swooped down and threw you over his shoulder before stalking back to the bed and tossing you onto the king-size mattress. You squealed and laughed as he was suddenly upon you, tickling your sides in a relentless fashion as you writhed and wriggled beneath him. With your legs entangled you were soon rolling around, skin sliding against skin and you could feel him getting hard against your belly. In a moment of weakness you were able to twist your body enough so that suddenly you were on top, straddling his waist. You caught his hands in yours and intertwined your fingers together, your chests heaving from exertion and laughter.

 You leant forwards and pressed a kiss to his lips, and that’s when you felt it. You weren’t sure if henry knew what you were about to do, but as you knelt back upright and rolled your hips just right, you slowly sank down onto his hard length that had notched just right at your entrance when you’d kissed him. His eyes went wide in surprise, his jaw hung open before the feeling of your hot soaked walls completely enveloping him was too much to process and his eyes fluttered shut;

 “Oh… oh-hoh… fuck…”

 His lip trembled as you slowly rolled your hips, arching your spine before straightening. With your fingers still linked you moved, riding him slowly, spelling out letters and words with your hips to rub him just the right way to make him go crazy. Out of all the times he had known how to work your body and drive you to an intense orgasm, now it was your turn. With a roll and curve of your hips you felt his fingers tighten against yours, his mouth moving but unable to get out the words he wanted to say, before finally finding his voice;

 “Hu-holy… fuck... Princess, I-if you keep going I’m gonna cum”

 “That’s the plan…”

 “But you…”

 “Shhh… don’t you worry about me Hen, just enjoy it”

 His body relaxed when he realised what you wanted to do, that you weren’t concerned about your own orgasm, and instead wanted to drive him completely crazy. With a swirl of your hips you started to spell out certain letters with your hips. You closed your eyes and concentrated on spelling and with each letter Henry’s moans and cries got more heated. On the second to last letter he let out a high pitched whine and his hands flew to your hips, the tell-tale tremble where your bodies were joined, and as you swayed your hips from right to left to right to left it was the trigger and his back arched, pumping you full of another load of his thick seed.

 He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you down to his lips, kissing you before you settled onto his chest, your head resting on his shoulder as you held him in the afterglow of his orgasm. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper;

 “Thank you”

 “Umm, you’re welcome?”

 “No, really, thank you. It’s been a long time since a lover has solely given me pleasure without expecting it in return… which I absolutely will do, but…”

 In that moment you felt for him, you knew that he knew he was a skilled lover, but when you have a skill sometimes people can take it for granted. You went to speak but in that moment your stomach rumbled, and you giggled as he ran a hand softly over your back;

 “You are feeling hungry again Princess?”

“We did work up quite an appetite… do you think it’s too late for room service?” you propped yourself up and smiled at him.

 “Go check out the fridge… I would move but you’ve rendered me useless for the next few minutes with that pussy from heaven…”

 You delicately shifted off him, feeling his now soft member slip out of you, and you stood on wobbly legs, walking bow legged to the kitchen as you felt Henry’s cum slowly coating your inner thighs. Bending to look into the fridge you let out a squeal when you saw the large plate decorated with miniatures of all the restaurants famous desserts. 

“Bring two spoons!” you heard Henry call from the bed and you smiled as you did as he asked, carrying the plate in one hand and the cutlery in another as you made your way through the room lit by a single lamp at the side of the bed that he’d switched on and settled the plate on the bed beside Henry as he sat propped up against the plush pillows. You handed him a spoon and grinned;

 “Okay so we’re not going to just eat these off each other’s bodies?”

 “Uh-huh… you see this one?” he swiped his spoon halfway through what looked like a chocolate cheesecake; “This one has cocoa nibs in… they get caught in my chest hair”

 He lifted the spoon to your lips and you moaned as the rich Ecuadorian cocoa hit your taste buds, before grinning and talking with your mouth full;

 “So, you’ve done the body cheesecake eating thing with someone else?” you cocked an eyebrow, before your eyes went a little wider when you saw him start to blush and you stopped chewing.

 “Not exactly…” he took a deep breath and smiled sheepishly; “I was staying here last year - my Air B&B wasn’t ready - and I ordered room service. I had fucked up my shoulder on a dig so couldn’t be bothered to wear a shirt… and proceeded to drop an enormous spoonful of cheesecake on my chest”

 You let out a burst of laughter, struggling to keep the chocolatey mess in your mouth as he continued;

 “So not only was it super cold, it got caught in all the hairs… and my dominant arm was fucked up so when I went to pick it out I missed the plate with the crumby base and dropped it on the floor… then proceeded to step on it and leave a trail of brown stains across this carpet to the bathroom that looked like I’d trodden shit around the suite”

 Your eyes watered from trying hard not to laugh and spray cheesecake over him, but the thought of him having to speak to the concierge about another ‘its-not-shit-its-cheesecake’ incident was too much… thankfully Henry could see your predicament, quickly reaching to the plate to grab a paper napkin that had been set on it and handing it to you so you could spit the cheesecake out.

 The pair of you picked at the desserts, feeding each other, talking and laughing, before you stifled a yawn;

 “I need some sleep… you’ve worn me out”

 “Let me get rid of this” Henry grabbed the empty plate and started towards the kitchen area; “And then I’ll see about sorting you out Princess”

 Standing you smiled as you headed towards the bathroom, your body and mind in that pleasant glow of pre-sleep, absentmindedly calling out to him;

 “I love you to pieces Henry but you are not coming near this pussy again tonight, she needs time to recover… I’m gonna pee then fall asleep in your arms in that massive bed”

 With your back turned you weren’t aware of Henry’s reaction to your words, how he’d picked up on your casual use of Love, and that he knew it came from the heart. 

 By the time you returned to the bedroom Henry had lowered the blinds and was laying in bed, the covers to his waist as you climbed in beside him, curling up to his wide chest as he wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You were asleep within minutes; however Henry was wide awake, his mind racing, processing something that had never been said to him before.

You woke to find Henry’s arm draped over your waist, his chest to your back as the cracks of daylight peeked in through the miniscule gaps in the blinds that covered the windows. You shifted a little and he rolled silently onto his back, the sheets draped over his lower body and you could tell he was sound asleep. Sitting on the side of the bed you reached for the water bottle only to find it empty, and with a longing glance at sleeping beauty you pushed yourself to your feet in the search for a drink.

 Twenty minutes later you emerged from the shower, having found your lower body to be a sticky uncomfortable mess upon waking, you spied Henry’s shirt from the night before draped over a chair and pulled it on, smiling at the scent of his aftershave as your body heated the luxury cotton as it nestled against your naked body. Quietly making a cup of coffee you peered in at Henry, still snoring away in the massive bed. Letting him rest you took a seat in the dining area, resting your legs on the glass table as you checked your phone, snapping a shot from your hip that showed Henry’s shirt tails draped over your thigh, your steaming mug of coffee, and the London skyline in the background. 

 One Instagram upload later you were quietly enjoying your coffee as you checked your messages when one caught your eye, from your roommate. As you read it your heart sank. Two years ago when you’d been hunting for a flat share in London you’d been introduced to a friend of a friend, a photographer that had a flat in Fulham and was never home, as he was a Paparazzi and travelled for 9 months of the year. He kept a place in London that was in essence a storage flat, but for security he liked to have a roommate. The last person had moved out and he needed someone to take on the spare room. Rent would be low by London standards, and for most of the year you’d have the place to yourself. Well, now he had decided to make the move to LA permanent, and wanted to touch base with you regarding how you and he should go about sorting the flat… and he was giving you first refusal to see if you wanted to buy it. 

 You set the phone down on the table and stared out of the window, a million and one things racing through your mind… did you earn enough to get a mortgage? Would it just be easier to move out and find another place? You were chewing on a fingernail when a large pair of hands slid down your shoulders and slipped inside the open shirt to cup your breasts, whilst the owner of said hands bent over you and kissed you;

 “Morning”

 “You look delicious in my shirt Princess”

 Henry's voice was rough from sleep, immediately ridding the previous problem from your mind and it sent a jolt of arousal straight to your core;

 “You looked pretty damn good in it too last night”

 Turning you stood and wrapped your arms around his wide shoulders, sighing into the tongue filled kiss as he lifted you and set your ass down on the cool glass of the table. Slowly he unfastened the few buttons that were holding the shirt together, before letting the garment fall open to expose your naked body. He ran his hand down your body, cupping your sex before sliding two fingers through your folds;

 “You’ve showered”

 “I have… I was sticky…”

 “Mmmn… I’ll just have to make you sticky again”

 He angled his hips and you felt his morning wood press against your entrance, his thumb rubbing against your clit as he slowly pushed into your soaked channel. You were expecting him to just fuck you on the table, but when he lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist, you let out a cry of surprise before he walked the few steps to the massive windows and pressed you against them;

 “I want all of London to see how beautiful you are when you cum, how well you take my dick…”

 He started to fuck you hard against the glass, your head resting against the cool surface as you clung to his shoulders, and with each delicious flick of his hips he was driving you rapidly towards orgasm, his thickness filling you completely. You were almost there when he paused, and it brought your focus back to his face, surprise to see he wasn’t looking at you, instead his attention was outside. You following his gaze and let out a shriek: the window cleaning crew were hanging from their gantry, squeegees in hand and jaws agape as they watched Henry railing you against the window they were cleaning from the outside. 

 With a smirk Henry reached over and pressed the button for the internal window blinds to be lowered, the two of you still carnally connected as the outside world was cut off. In the now muted light Henry started with fresh vigour as he fucked you harder than ever before, filling you repeatedly before you came with a scream, squeezing his body so tight he followed soon after, pumping you full again. 

 He spent the longest time just holding you, pressing kisses to your face and neck before your legs started to cramp and you begged to be let down, the sclooping sound of his heavy length pulling free of your cum soaked channel met your ears and it sent a grin to your face;

 “I’m going to need another shower”

 “I think I’ll join you” he replied with a grin, before picking the room phone up; “I’ll order breakfast so it’ll be here for when we’re finished, say 45 minutes?”

 You nodded silently, realising that the shower wasn’t going to be a ‘just get clean’ shower.

 -

 The shower had proven one thing; Henry was insatiable and had the stamina of a horse. He’d had you bent over from behind in the shower before you’d both cum, finally washing yourselves clean after that. As Henry shut the water off and stepped out he held out a hand to you, before wrapping a huge fluffy towel around your body and pressing a kiss to your nose. A knock at the suite door interrupted, Henry wrapping a towel around his waist as you started to dry yourself.

 Emerging from the steamy bathroom a few minutes later, you’d tied the soft robe that was provided by the hotel around you and found Henry setting out the trays of breakfast on the table that only an hour before he’d been fucking you on;

 “Breakfast is served! What would you like; waffles? Fruit?”

 “Yes, it all sounds amazing”

 You sat beside each other quietly eating, before Henry sat back and smiled at you;

 “What would you like to do today?”

 You shrugged;

 “I hadn’t really thought about it to be honest… I wasn’t expecting an overnight stay at a hotel, so I didn’t exactly pack a change of clothes. I guess just head home after doing a walk a shame through reception in my evening dress”

 Henry stood suddenly, holding a finger up in a ‘just a moment’ way, crossing the room and disappearing to the bedroom. You heard the quiet woosh of the sliding wardrobe doors opening, and moments later he reappeared carrying a number of bright yellow giftbags with ‘Selfridges’ emblazoned across them;

 “I thought of that…”

 He set the bags onto the table in front of you, and you raised an eyebrow;

 “Hen… what’s in the bags…”

 “An anti-walk-of-shame kit” You stood and looked into the bags, before starting to pull out their contents as he continued to explain; “I wasn’t sure what to get, or what the weather would be doing, so I got a few choices…”

 Pulling a floaty summer dress from one bag you held it against you and twirled around, revelling in the way the fabric drifted on the breeze. Checking the label you saw that it was the right size, before setting it down and going through the other bags. You found a pair of comfortable velvet sliders that your feet would certainly welcome after wearing the high heels the night before, a cardigan, and a bikini that looked incredibly tiny along with some lace panties. Another bag contained travel sized toiletries and a hairbrush. Another held a pale tracksuit in the softest of jersey fabrics. You set everything back into their bags and looked at Henry;

 “Thank you…. Is this normal for you?”

 “No, not at all” he wrapped his arms around your waist; “With everything that happened this week, I wanted to treat you, surprise you with a night that couldn’t beat any other night you’d ever had with anyone in your past”

 “What if I hadn’t said yes to staying the night?”

 “Then I would have taken all this back to my place for you to use there” he shrugged and a smile on his lips.

 “And why the bikini?”

 “Oh, there’s a pool here, thought we could make use of it before lunch?”

 -

 The sight of Henry in swimming trunks was enough to make you want to drop to your knees, the fabric closely cropped around the tops of his massive thighs, and the way his dick bulged obscenely in them, well, you were glad you were the only ones making use of the pool. Your bikini that he’d chosen for you wasn’t much better, the top merely two triangles of fabric with an array of straps, the bottoms just about covering your pussy but not a lot else. You were thankful for the robes the hotel provided for your short trip to where the pool was. 

 Once you were in the water however the playful side came out of both of you, hands sneaking under the water for surreptitious squeezes and caresses. Just at the point where Henry was about to have you pressed against the wall of the pool you heard the door open to the pool room, and a family with three kids came in, the kids dive bombing into the water. You both laughed at their excitement of swimming in a high-rise, the views over London just as stunning as in every other room, and as the parents apologised for the kids you told them it wasn’t a problem at all;

 “We were just about to get into the jacuzzi anyway”

 “We were?” Henry muttered but didn’t argue as you led him up the steps and quickly sank down into the hot bubbling waters, the jacuzzi just around the corner from the pool. You were in the same room but thankfully out of sight, and the second the two of you were enveloped by the bubbles Henry pulled you to sit on his lap, facing away from him. 

 “There are camera’s here” he whispered in your ear; “But they can’t see what happens underwater…”

 His fingers snuck into your bikini bottoms, seeking out your folds before rubbing against your clit. Resting your head back against his shoulder, to anyone watching it would seem you are just a couple in each other’s arms; what they couldn’t see was Henry already had two fingers knuckle deep within you. He was grinding his dick into your ass when you let the water float you above his lap enough for him to tug his shorts down just enough to free himself, before he pulled you down and you sank onto his hardness. 

 As you watched the city go about its day Henry whispered utter filth into your ear, his hips making the tiniest of thrusts beneath the water, his fingers rubbing hard against your clit as you did your absolute best not to moan, sigh, or give anything away above the water that you had Henry’s massive dick plundering you yet again, this time in public. 

 His breaths were getting shorter in your ear and you had almost bitten through your lip from trying not to moan at the pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach, so when Henry’s other hand snuck inside your top and pinched at your nipple you let out a tiny grunt and started to cum, the tightness of your walls contracting around him setting his own orgasm off.

 Soon after you climbed out having rearranged your swimwear, pulling your robes on before nodding to the family that were blissfully unaware of what you’d just done, their kids having been squealing and screaming far more than you two ever could.

 -

 Back at the room and showering again, you laughed as you playfully slapped away Henry’s hands as he kept trying to grab your ass in the shower, before finally turning and cupping his balls;

 “Henry, give these two a rest, they’re almost empty… gotta save something for my afternoon snack…”

 He grunted as you carefully washed him down of the soapy suds that covered his cock and balls, before kissing him once. As he soaped your back his voice was quiet;

 “What would you like to do now? Head out somewhere? Borough Market is just across the road… Or it’s just a short walk down the embankment to tower bridge… we could be proper tourists for the day”

 “That sounds good”

 -

 Sipping on the multiberry smoothie you’d bought as you and Henry had looked around Borough Market, the pair of you slowly strolled along the embankment alongside the River Thames. There was little to no breeze which you were truly thankful for as the dress he’d bought you was shorter than you were expecting, however he certainly wasn’t complaining and rather vocally had expressed how much he enjoyed seeing you in it. With your fingers interlinked with his you were deep in thought as you sipped on your drink, walking in silence towards the ornate towers of Tower Bridge.

 “... Princess?”

 Stopping you turned to Henry;

 “Yes? Sorry, did you say…?”

 Henry quietly laughed;

 “I have in fact been wittering away for the entire length of the embankment… what’s on your mind?”

 You saw a bench and nodded to it, Henry following you as you sat down;

 “My roommate has told me he wants to sell the flat”

 “Oh… I didn’t realise you had a roommate… and a ‘he’ at that…”

 You sat back and looked at him, raising an eyebrow;

 “Are you... Are you jealous?”

 He leant forwards, resting his elbows on his knees. Taking a deep breath, he let out a single laugh before shaking his head;

 “No… yes… kind of…”

 “You don’t need to be. He’s gay. He’s out of the country for nine months of the year. When he is in the country, he’s barely at home with the hours he does”

 “What does he do?”

 “Paparazzi photographer. He’ll be here for a few months in the springtime… when it’s warm enough for celebs to be here for holidays and shopping. Usually starts with the Brit awards in February and is gone by May”

 “Where does he sleep?”

 “In his room of course”

 “His… room?”

 You stood, getting frustrated at the points Henry was focusing on;

 “Yes, his room. The door off the right of the living room. That’s his room”

 “Oh”

 That was it. He didn’t say another word, instead just looked down at his hands. And it annoyed you. This man, this gorgeous, kind, caring man, the same man you had thought of and nothing else for the past few weeks, who had been your knight in shining armour, was suddenly focusing on such a small detail of your life and becoming jealous of it? The longer you looked at him the longer he kept his gaze averted, saying nothing.

 You’d stayed long enough, silently you turned, the lump in your throat growing as you walked away, tossing the remains of your drink in the nearest bin. You didn’t look back. If he was going to be like that over something so tiny, perhaps you’d fallen too hard for him.

Chapter 8 >>>

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[beware-of-you-98]

i love you, will you marry me? (jj x emily)

She's teetering just on the edge of consciousness, her eyes open just enough for her to make out the blurry shapes of the furniture in the bedroom. Her hand reaches out lazily, grasping around for the warm body that shares the bed. When her hand meets cool, crinkled sheets, she becomes more aware, forcing herself to blink once more. One hand comes up to wipe the sleep from her eyes, the other she uses to prop herself upright. She keeps the sheets around her upper chest, even as she looks around and notes the empty room.

JJ ruffles one hand through her hair, using her fingers to run through the tangled strands of blonde as a meager attempt to tame them. She glances around the floor, reaching down and plucking Emily's shirt off the floor and slipping it over her head. She swings her legs off the side of the mattress, digging around in the small dresser until she produces a pair of shorts. She quickly slips those on, finally standing from the bed and muffling one long yawn with the back of her hand before she starts the process of locating her absent girlfriend.

(It's not hard—she hears the muffled voices of both her girlfriend and her son coming from the kitchen.)

She smiles to herself sleepily, quietly making her descent down the steps, the voices becoming more distinguished as she gets closer.

"—Another one? Isn't one enough?"

Emily.

"No way! That's not enough chocolate chips, Emmy!"

Henry.

There's a pause and then Emily sighs dramatically. JJ has to stifle a giggle with the back of her hand.

"The pancakes are made from bananas! It balances things out!”

JJ can't see them, but she can practically picture the scene in her head as she pauses on the steps: Emily standing at the counter with Michael balanced against her hip, the toddler leaning his head tiredly against the crook of her neck, Henry standing beside her on his stepping stool with his hands on his hips as he reasons with the older woman the best way a nine year old could.

It brings an actual, honest to god smile to JJ’s face.

There’s another pause.

“Okay, fine,” Emily relents.

“Yes!” Henry hisses in excitement.

“But if your mom asks, we tell her—“

Okay, JJ couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make herself known at that exact moment, sneaking down the last few steps and popping into the kitchen, leaning on the doorway with a tired grin. “Tell her what?”

Emily starts, dumping the half cup full of chocolate chips into the bowl on the counter. Michael shifts his head on her shoulder, mouth barely moving from the sippy cup full of a pink tinged liquid from his mouth. Henry looks up from the bowl and gives JJ a wide smile, raising a hand up in the air before he sips at the straw dangling from his cup, no doubt full of the same drink. His straw makes a satisfying slurping noise as he sucks from the cup, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, beaming again over at his mother. “Morning, mommy!”

“Good morning,” JJ replies with a low chuckle, scooping up Henry when he bolts over to her and plants a kiss firmly on his temple. She adjusts Henry in her hold, situating him against her hip before she saunters over to Emily and Michael. She leans over, pressing a softer kiss to the back of her toddler’s hair, musing it up gently in greeting. “Morning, baby,” she murmurs softly into his hair, pressing another kiss to his forehead when he hums in response.

She turns to Emily, meeting her lips in a chaste kiss, sleepy smile breaking out on her face.

Emily’s cheeks are slightly flushed with embarrassment, as if she had just been caught elbow deep in a cookie jar. She clears her throat, gently bouncing Michael in her arms. “You’re not supposed to be awake,” she murmurs, unable to stop herself from leaning in and giving the younger woman another kiss. Henry groans at their display of affection, which makes Emily grin. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy today and resting.”

JJ laughs at her son’s reaction, gently poking his sides and popping her mouth playfully at him. “And miss out on this chaos? Not a chance in the world,” she grins, turning to face Emily instead of a still giggle Henry. “So, uh, what am I not supposed to know about?”

Henry squirms in her hold until she lets him back down on the ground. He reaches up and grabs his cup from the counter—now that JJ’s closer, she can tell by the fruity scent wafting from the cup that the boys are enjoying strawberry (mango, maybe?) smoothies. He leans in and grabs the straw between his teeth, looking innocently, like he has no idea what’s going on.

Emily grins bashfully, raising up her free hand to rub at the back of her neck. “Well...” she draws out.

“There may or may not be a cup of chocolate chips in the banana pancakes,” she finally gets out with another sheepish grin. “Oops?”

“Emmy did it,” Henry says, using his freehand to gesture accusingly at the brunette.

“Whoa, whoa. To be fair, the pancakes are made from bananas and the boys have spinach and baby kale in their smoothies!” Emily defends herself, one palm up.

Michael hums in agreement, pulling his empty cup from his mouth. Emily carefully takes it, laying it down on the counter before wiping the excess smoothie from the corner of the toddler’s mouth with her thumb.

Henry stares down at his cup, finishing it off with a loud slurp and a huge grin. “Yeah, and they were really good!”

JJ chuckles at the absurdity of the situation, shaking her head at her girlfriend. “Babe, the recipe calls for a cup anyway,” she reminds Emily patiently.

Emily blinks in surprise, wiping her thumb off on a damp paper towel before using it to dab off the remaining smoothie from Michael’s mouth before pressing a kiss to his forehead. Michael rubs his eyes, lifting his head from Emily’s shoulder and finally reaching for JJ.

JJ reaches out and takes him gently, fingertips grazing across his stomach to lightly tickle him. Michael giggles, stuffing his face in his mother’s neck. The blonde turns back to Emily, biting her lip to hold in another giggle, especially when Henry exclaims, “I told you so, Emmy!”

Emily sticks her tongue childishly out at Henry, smiling when he laughs. “Okay, okay, you told me and I forgot,” she admits. “But we still need the mommy stamp of approval.”

“Patent pending,” she adds after a moment, grinning when JJ teasingly nudges her side.

Henry clammers back up his stool, using the red rubber spatula to fold in the chocolate chips into the eggy, banana batter before gesturing to it proudly with a toothy grin. “Tada!”

JJ peers into the bowl from behind Henry’s shoulder, resting a hand lovingly on his shoulder. “Looks good, guys!” she praises gently, leaning over and kissing Emily’s shoulder. “Do you need help cooking them.”

Henry shakes his head. “Nope!” he assures, making a popping sound with his mouth when he says the “p”.

“I got this,” Emily promises, laying her hands briefly on JJ’s forearms. “You and the boys—“ She pauses, glancing over at Henry before correcting herself. “We got this,” she says, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and giving them a comforting squeeze. “Don’t we, piccolino.”

Henry beams at the nickname, nodding excitedly. “Yeah!”

“You and Michael go wait in the living room and we’ll call you when it’s ready,” Emily adds, smoothing her palm against the side of JJ’s waist.

“Okay,” the blonde agrees softly, leaning in for one more kiss. Her heart flutters at the soft, soothing circles Emily’s thumb makes in her side, sighing happily against her lips.

“Moms,” Henry groans, tugging on Emily’s shirt gently. “Gross.”

Emily laughs against JJ’s mouth, heart swelling at the name. She tucks a stray lock of golden hair behind her girlfriend’s ear, eyes full of nothing but completely adoration and love. “There’s coffee already made for you,” she murmurs softly.

“I love you. All of you,” JJ sighs happily, melting when Emily and Henry repeat her words. She leans over and plants one more kiss on her girlfriend’s lips before giving Henry and Michael another kiss, breaking away to make herself a cup of coffee. She places Michael down on the ground, stroking through his hair when he grabs onto the bottom of her shirt. She places her coffee in a travel mug, snapping the lid shut so none spills out as she carries her toddler out to the living room.

Michael leans up into her side, watching the TV when she flips it on and turns the channel to Bubble Guppies, still not entirely awake yet. JJ holds the cup opposite of him, gently laying her hand on his head and stroking through his hair as she sips at her coffee. She glances down when Michael rests his head on her lap, eyes glued to the shenanigans occurring on the screen. She smiles softly to herself, carefully setting down the coffee on the side table to focus more on the toddler in her lap.

She peers over into the kitchen, smile only growing as she watches her girlfriend and son work together on breakfast. Emily is extremely gentle and patient with Henry, helping him measure out the right amount of batter into the pan and teaching him how to flip the pancakes. Henry watches with intense fascination, letting Emily lay her hands over his to help him flip the pancakes. Emily praises him with a proud grin, pressing a kiss on his head and giving the excited child a double high five.

JJ turns back to Michael, propping her free hand on the back of the couch and resting her cheek in her palm. She really can’t believe this is her life, that she’s lucky enough to spend it with the three people who she’s certain she loves most in the world every day (sans when the boys went to Will’s, but still).

Her heart never feels more full than these mornings, the mornings she wakes up and gets to spend with her amazing, incredible sons and her equally amazing girlfriend. She loves that her sons love Emily as much as Emily loves them, can’t help but tear up when she hears Michael or Henry call the brunette “mom”. JJ never expected Emily to fall into the role of a mother so easily, so willingly but the brunette dived in without hesitation. She’s a complete natural when it comes to the boys, takes care of them so well it makes JJ’s heart clench in the best ways.

(Some of her favorite moments are walking out in the living room to see Henry and Michael both on one of Emily’s sides, all three asleep. Henry will be leaning against her shoulder, glasses skewed and mouth hanging wide open in silent snores. Michael will have his head in Emily’s lap, feet tucked up to his chest. Emily always has her arms on the boys, one wrapped around Henry’s shoulder and one draped over Michael’e tiny frame (the toddler often has his tiny arms wrapped securely around her arm.)

JJ has a few pictures she managed to sneak of these moments on her camera, one framed on the side table drawer on Emily’s side of the bed in their bedroom.)

JJ swallows audibly, eyes burning with tears at the amount of unconditional love, it’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

God, how the hell did she end up so damn lucky?

She wipes her eyes with the back of her fingers, starting when Emily calls out for them. JJ lets out a chuckle of disbelief, gently placing a kiss on Michael’s cheek before letting him walk off to the dining room.

She grabs her cup, leaning against the doorway and taking in the scene before her with a wide smile.

Emily carefully serves Henry a few pancakes, making sure he’s eating before turning her attention elsewhere. She has a small plate of pancakes for Michael, checking the temperature of the bite sized pieces by picking one up and plopping it in her mouth. Her eyes light up in delight, picking up Michael and feeding him a piece before buckling him up in his high chair. Michael squirms excitedly, letting out a loud “yum!” which Emily repeats enthusiastically. She meets JJ’s gaze with a soft grin, ducking her head when she flushes.

It makes the younger agent grin wider—hardly anyone got to see this side of Emily. She considers herself very lucky that the brunette trusts her and the boys enough to let her guard down and let them see the real her.

God, JJ loves her so much.

Breakfast is chaotic as it normally is with a nine year old and a nearly two year old; Henry still manages to get melted chocolate on his face and hands, Michael definitely gets chocolaty-banana goop all over his face and hands and he becomes a lot more louder as he wakes up more, but JJ wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. She finds herself just watching her little family, hear swelling with more and more love for them as the seconds pass.

Her eyes land on Emily throughout the meal— they always land on her. She watches as Emily playfully teases Henry. Her expression turns serious she intently listens to him talk about his schoolwork and his friends. She gives him a kiss on the cheek after he cleans up his plate, watching him head off to play in the living room. She turns her warm smile and gaze when she turns to Michael, gently talking to him in a soft voice as she wipes off his face with a damp kitchen towel. She makes faces at him, eyes gleaming in delight when he laughs at her. She cleans off his hands, gently giving each one a kiss before she unbuckles him from the high chair and places him in the room with Henry so he can play. Her eyes light up, body relaxing at the sounds of the boy’s giggling.

God, JJ loves her so fucking much.

She stands from the table, helping Emily clean in a comfortable silence. They work together effortlessly, taking turns peering into the living room to check on the boy’s (they’re playing with Mega Bloks while Blue’s Clues plays on the tv in the back). Emily washes dishes, JJ dries and puts them away.

She strides up to her girlfriend after putting away the remaining dish, gently grabbing her hips and pulling her into a passionate kiss. Emily immediately reciprocates, melting into the gesture with a soft loving sigh. When JJ finally pulls away, she has a soft, loving smile on her face. “What was that for?”

JJ bites down on her lower lip, sighing softly. “I love you,” she murmurs honestly, biting down on her inner cheek when she feels the same tears burning in her eyes. “I love you so much.”

Emily smiles again, but slightly furrows her brow in confusion at JJ’s tone. She reaches up, uses her pointer finger to stroke through the blonde’s hair with a reassuring smile. “I love you,” she repeats softly, but firmly. Her eyes ask what she won’t out loud: Are you okay?

JJ curls her hands around the back of Emily’s neck, answering with another deep, passionate kiss instead of out loud because she’s not quite sure how to put what she’s feeling into words. Her head is spinning, heart pounding because she’s never, ever felt so happy with someone like this before and Emily needs to know that. She deserves to know that.

“Marry me,” JJ murmurs out thickly against Emily’s lips, the words even surprising herself when they escape her mouth. She breaks the kiss briefly, mouth opening and closing in shock.

“What?”

JJ freezes at Emily’s reaction, opening her eyes. Her hands interlock tightly together out of nerves because she can’t believe she just said that. God, did she really just say that?

“What did you say?” Emily stares down at her, eyes shining with disbelief, but her lips are curved ever so slightly into a smile and— and suddenly JJ finds her courage again.

She swallows audibly, the tears she had been holding back all morning finally escaping. “God—marry me,” she whispers out, her own lips curling up into a smile of her own because those words sound so good, so right, on her tongue.

She lets out a small laugh of disbelief, shaking her head at herself.

“I—“ She lets out another laugh, another wave of tears falling down her cheeks. “God, I just love you so much and I just... seeing you like that with the boys, how you always are with them...” She bites down on her lip, sniffing through a heartfelt smile. “And I realize that this is how I want my life to always be snd that I can’t go another day without you beside me for it.”

JJ wipes her tears with her palm, backpedaling a bit. “This... it doesn’t even have to be a real proposal, because, god, you deserve a proper one, but I just... I want the promise of forever with you, Emily Prentiss.”

Emily smashes their lips together, swallowing JJ’s surprised gasp in her mouth. Their tears mingle together, the kiss tasting like a mic of salty, chocolate bananas but neither woman can find it in themselves to care.

It’s perfect.

Emily grins happily on JJ’s lips, laughing in delight. “Ask me again,” she beams down at the blonde, resting their foreheads against each other. Her thumb trails the blonde’s lips slowly, swiping at the stray tears on her cheek carefully. “Ask me.”

JJ melts under Emily’s warm and loving gaze, sighing happily into the room. She grins when the words leave her lips again. “Will you marry me?”

Emily leans in, planting the softest, most gentle and loving kiss on JJ’s lips, tugging her close by the waist.

“Yes,” she whispers emotionally, swallowing thickly. “At any time, on any day, at any place, I will marry you.”

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[shellbilee]

What about Henry and famous gf do an interview together and he accidentally spills something embarrassing from their sex lives? Humor me! 😂😂💓

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I love this H/C! Thank you for requesting! Hope it’s along the lines of what you wanted. This is my first ever head canon and I realise it’s really long but sue me. Requests for Henry Cavill or Chris Evans head canon’s open!

You and Henry had been dating for several months, having met during the initial casting call for the Witcher last year. You were an up and coming actress who’d thus far only had small roles here and there in TV shows and netflix movies. You’d been over the moon when you’d received the call to play the part of Ana, a powerful mage and Yennifer’s sister in the second season of the Witcher.

You’d arrived at your first table read for the new season and Henry had clocked you as soon as you’d walked in, remembering you from your audition a few months back. He’d been almost completely enamoured by you when he’d watched you audition, in awe of both how gorgeous he thought you were as well as how captivating you’d been with your scene. He’d known instantly that he wanted you to play Ana, feeling an instant chemistry when you’d acted out a scene together for the producers.

You’d beamed when he’d approached you, delighted that he’d even remembered you, unable to help your smile when he’d taken a seat beside you and proceeded to talk, laugh and joke with you through the table read.

A month of script practice, late night dinners on set and shameless flirting, Henry had asked you to dinner for a real date. It had been everything you’d imagined and more, Henry as always the perfect gentleman, ending the night with a goodnight kiss that had made your heart flutter and your insides turn to melted chocolate. The rest they say, is history.

That’s how you’d found yourself sitting beside Henry in a press interview, following the hugely successful release of the Witcher season 2. You grinned stupidly as you waited for the interview to start, glancing over at Henry and smiling affectionately when he’d squeezed your knee reassuringly.

“So Henry, Y/N, it’s great to see you both! How are you feeling about it all? Henry, you’ve obviously now been on two seasons of the show with Geralt, and Y/N you’ve just joined as the ever mysterious Ana!”.

Henry nodded and flashed his effortlessly handsome smile that made your stomach flip, going on to talk about how much he’d enjoyed playing Geralt and working with the rest of the cast and crew. It was more than evident as he spoke just how passionate he was about the show, and just how much he was actually enjoying playing the role. “Yeah the hours can be brutal, and the initial getting into shape even more so, but when you hear the final ‘CUT’ or even see the finished product on screen, it all just becomes so worth it!”.

“And Y/N what about you? This is the first major project that you’ve worked on. How has your experience been with it all?”. 

You grinned and nodded. “It’s been incredible honestly. And every one has been so supportive. My first day I was so overwhelmed, there seemed to be a million and one things going on at once and it was very easy to lose your head. Henry especially was great though, he helped me get settled with everything. Talking to a 'seasoned veteran’ like him is certainly helpful”

You flashed him a playful smile and felt your heart swell when you saw him looking at you with that same expression, completely enamoured and in awe just like he had that first day at the audition. 

The interviewer nodded, looking down at her list of questions before looking back up at the two of you. She went on to ask Henry a few more questions before turning to you. “So, there are quite a few nude scenes in the show. Henry you are as Y/N said, a 'seasoned veteran’ by now with those, but Y/N how did you feel? Have you ever done anything like this before?”

Henry laughed and you let out a nervous chuckle, glancing over at him with an amused expression. “Yeah…about those” you said as you turned back to the interviewer, “At the time I remember being ridiculously freaked out. I’d never actually done any nude scenes or any love scenes so I felt like a wide-eyed innocent on set compared to everyone else” you explained with a laugh. “I was incredibly nervous and I remembered feeling like all of a sudden it was like every single insecurity I’d ever had about my body was popping up at once”.

“Even though she has absolutely no reason at all to be insecure. I mean look at her” Henry added quickly, causing the interviewer to let out a quick 'aww’ as you’d felt your cheeks flush.

You shook your head dismissively and laughed. “Even so, even though I’d done months of training and clean eating prior to starting shooting - which might I add, was basically torture, even though I feel like I’m currently in the best shape I’ve ever been in, it was yeah, still super daunting for me”.

“You and Henry have several love scenes together in the show. Did you find it got easier to film them as you went on?”

You tilted your head as you considered her question, glancing over at Henry as he too thought about an answer. “Well, I initially and perhaps naively assumed they’d film all of those scenes together to just save time. But it wasn’t like that at all, they spread them out quite a bit actually, giving us time to recover I guess. They give you notice too actually, so you’ve time to prepare. We’d end a day of shooting and they’d be like, just so you know, we’re doing one of those scenes tomorrow.” you answered with a laugh.

“Was there anything you did to make it easier for yourself?”

You laughed out loud this time, shaking your head. “Well look, the first one I felt like I needed to have a few shots of tequila or something just to calm my nerves. And you know, like you’re acting that you’re having sex and it’s as far from the real thing as it can be. You’re supposed to feel completely relaxed, in the throes of passion type thing. In reality, you’ve got thirty people watching you, yelling out 'move this arm here’, 'louder’, 'squeeze his bicep’ that type of thing, so you feel the furthest thing from relaxed”.

The interviewer laughed and turned to Henry. “What about you Henry? Anything you do?”.

Henry chuckled, “Look not really. I can’t say there’s anything specific that I do. Like Y/N said, it’s hard to completely relax when you’ve got thirty pairs of eyes on you and people yelling out telling you what to do and you’re trying to convey this sense of erotic intimacy. I just try and block out everything around me and focus on the person I’m with. Try and make it as natural and comfortable for them as possible - especially when they’ve not done it before” Henry added, gesturing to you with a soft smile.

The interviewer nodded. “You and Y/N are dating though. Did you find this made it easier for you?”

You and Henry both laughed out loud at this one and you felt your face flame with embarrassment. Henry glanced at you and looked back at the interviewer. “Well for me, it was yes and no, but definitely yes more than no. It’s much easier to act something when you’re actually, feeling it, you know? But obviously, you also need to remember that you can’t get too carried away since it’s not just you two in the room. But yes, I’d say that it definitely made things easier. For me anyway”.

You felt your cheeks heat as you listened to Henry, instantly remembering the time that you’d actually had an orgasm on set.It was during your second or third love scene with Henry and you’d only just started having sex with him in your relationship. You’d been so ridiculously turned on from having his skin on yours, his thick muscles holding you as he’d ground his hips against you, it had just happened. The directors had praised you for doing such a good job and when you’d watched the play back you’d been silently mortified. Henry had picked up that it had been real almost instantly, teasing you mercilessly about it ever since.

“What about you Y/N? Is that the same for you?”.

“Uh well yes and no. I was new to the whole thing so having some one I was…for lack of a better word, familiar with, certainly made it easier to a certain degree. But yeah as Henry said, there is also that flip side”.

“We had plenty of….practice runs, both in and out of costume” Henry suddenly interjected, yelping when you elbowed him in the ribs almost instantly.

“Henry!” you squeaked in morbid embarrassment, burying your face in your hands as both he and the interviewer laughed. This was going to be watched by millions of people everywhere. You wanted to die of embarrassment.

“What?” Henry asked innocently, putting his hands up in a surrender gesture as he looked at you and grinned, “It was your idea to bring the wig home from set remember. And the leather pants”.

“Oh my god” you gasped, Henry’s eyes widening as he’d realised what he’d just said, the interviewer chuckling out loud.

“Can I go now? Before the floor swallows me up and I die of shame and embarrassment?” you asked, looking around dramatically and shaking your head at your boyfriend.

Henry only grinned sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders as he listened to you back pedal, trying to explain that it was to try and 'get comfortable with the scenes’.

You paused abruptly half way through a sentence, only shaking your head. “You know what, I’m just going to stop talking. Can we PLEASE change the subject?” you pleaded looking at the interviewer as she laughed and nodded, looking down at her questions.

You glanced at Henry and narrowed your eyes, giving him a look that said 'I’m going to kill you after this". He only grinned back at you with a chesire-cat grin, wiggling his eyes brows and leaning towards you so that his lips were at your ear.

“Oh baby I can’t wait”

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[itsmydreamlifethings]

GIVING IT ALL UP FOR YOU--PART II

From Prompt #5. Henry begging the reader to take him back!

Warnings: None.  Heartbreak after relationship ends. Reader requested Fluff (and smut, I think), and I promise darlings, it will come. Just give it time <3

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Make sure you read party I, first:

GIVING IT ALL UP FOR YOU- PART I

Ya’ll got gutted in part I....what will it be next?

A month went by excruciatingly slow since you and Henry broke things off. Well, you broke things off. The kiss between him and a staff member, sprawled out all over the press, had set into motion the reality of things. Dating a celebrity like Henry Cavill was not doable. Not unless you were willing to put up with women all over him, him being away for months at a time, constant reporters and spotlights, and so many other hurdles.

So you passed the month mourning the death of your relationship with him. You tried to ignore all the trailers, the blog, the social media posts, anything that flaunted in your face that Henry was no longer yours. Each day you felt your heart sink deeper into depression, missing his touch, his lips, his quirky laugh, his gaming controller still sitting on the credenza where he had left it last time. Everything reminded you of him, and you couldn’t escape him. Not even those sad blue eyes full of tears the last time you met would leave your brain alone. The way he had begged you not to leave him. When he said he loved you.

Wiping away a stray tear, you slammed closed your laptop and left the office. You took the subway back home, knowing you were already late for your friends’ night out. Amelia would be there tonight, and you’d all celebrate her 35th birthday. To think how she was the one who had initially introduced you to Henry. Working as stage crew, she had gotten an invitation to the party the director had thrown in honor of wrapping up the season of his successful series. Henry had starred in it, and you had never expected to actually meet him. But that night, Amelia took you along, never expecting that sparks would fly between you and the famous actor.

You got ready quickly, throwing on a leather mini skirt and a crimson crop top with lace. You looked good, even though you felt like shit. An hour later you were at the hottest club in town, the music echoing into the streets and the place crowded with people. Your friend Monica had reserved a special VIP area for the birthday girl and her friends, and you were escorted there. The area was drowned in purple lights, the table set elegantly with candles, and dozens of white and gold balloons took most of the back wall, a big 35 printed on them. Amelia came over and hugged you tightly. 

“So glad you could make it, Y/N,” she squeaked. 

“Wouldn’t ever miss one of my best friend’s birthdays,” you reply with a smile. The both of you head over to the table and settle in, popping some champagne and indulging in the most delicious au d’oeuvres. 

A few more friends pop over, some you recognize and others you’d never met before. Your eyes bling as the purple light casts a haze over two approaching guys. Your heart beats fast, there’s no way in hell that’s who you think it is....it’s just your brain playing a cruel trick on you. Those broad shoulders, those massive biceps the size of mountains straining inside the baby blue button shirts.

He gives Amelia a hug and then turns to you, stealing your breath from your lungs.

“Hey, Y/N,” Henry says with a sheepish smile.

You stutter at first. What the hell is he doing here? “Hey, I didn’t expect you to be here.”

He rubs the back of his neck and his gaze lowers. His demeanor deflates. “Sorry to disappoint you. Amelia and I have a mutual friend who worked on the series. I got the invite and thought it’d be cool to spend a few hours with him here.”

“No, no, it’s totally fine,” you lie. It’s not fine, is it? You are trying your hardest to get over the man, and here he is, dressed impeccably, his hair combed back and sleeked like you like. He’s even wearing the baby blue shirt you gave him at Christmas time, the one that brings out his gorgeous eyes.

“How have you been?” he asks, returning his eyes on you.

“Pretty good. You know, busy with work,” you mumble, feeling awkward as hell.

He nods and then the birthday celebration begins, with people mingling, friends chatting, more drinking, and more attempts by Henry to make small talk with you. You try your hardest to be short, although you don’t want to seem like a bitch.

A few hours later, you feel the champagne bubbles floating through your head, little intoxicating droplets making you sway left to right. You walk out of the VIP area, needing some fresh air. Your heels make the walk much harder, and the fact that you’re so buzzed doesn’t help your equilibrium. You take one more step as you reach the exit door, and feel your body topple to the right. Before you could fall, a strong hand catches your elbow.

“You okay?” You look up and see Henry, his face heavy with concern.

“I’m okay, I just need some air,” you say.

“Did you drive here?” he asks, brows pinched together.

You nod. “Yeah, I need to go home. I think I am tired.” You avert your gaze. Being so close to Henry, taking in his cologne, and those perfectly shaped lips whispering to you are making things worse. Truth is, you can’t stand being around him, not when you are still pining for him. How can you get over him when he shows up at your friend’s party, talking to you and smiling at you like that?

“Let me take you home,” Henry says as the cool air hits you both. “You’re in no condition to drive.

“I know,” you admit. “I’ll just wait for one of my girlfriends.”

He grunts in frustration. “Y/N, I get it, we are not together anymore, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give you a ride home. I’m worried about you waiting out here alone, and who knows when the party will wrap up.”

You chew your lip and sigh. He’s right. It’s just a ride home. That’s it. Nothing can happen or will happen. He will drive you home and you’ll say goodnight. You’ll never see Henry again, and you will, one day, hopefully, get over him.

So you nod and follow him to his car. He opens the door for you and you climb in. It’s just a ride home, you repeat to yourself. Just a ride home.

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[notagamersdey]

The Dream

Painting by: Henri Rousseau

Photo (2021) and Story By Tyler D. Ortiz

Rating: T

Word Count: 2k~

Warnings: bad language, panic attacks

A/N: So this story is inspired by the Pedro Pascal episode of the podcast Talk Art (31:14-34:15). Go check that out if you want to hear some fun stories by the hosts and pp.

Summary: Matias, after losing his chance to act in a popular TV show, is taken to the Museum of Modern Art by his sister where he realizes he has nothing to lose.

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Today, I’m supposed to meet my sister Lyanna here at East Village Pizza. She said it was a special treat for getting my first “big” role on Law & Order. When I told her the news, she had jumped up for joy, squealing my ear off. It wasn’t a big deal, just another job for the bills, but she was adamant that this job was a life changer. She’s says that about every job.

I came to the pizza parlor early, grabbing my favorite seat in front of the window. We normally sat here when we came because it gave us the perfect view of cold, angry New Yorkers. I had ordered our pizza, waiting for her to arrive when my phone starts to buzz.

I open it up and put it against my ear, holding it with my shoulder, “This is Matias.”

“Matias, I'm sorry to tell you…” Fuck, “…but we’ve decided to go in a different direction...” It’s the fucking casting director, droning on, saying those same fucking words, “You have wonderful talent.,” “You didn’t fit the director's vision.,” etcetera. Etcetera. ETCETERA. It's all movie-talk for “You weren't good enough.”

Grabbing the scruff behind my neck, I slammed my phone shut and stuffing it into my jacket pocket. What the hell was I going to do now? Three hundred bucks – gone in an instant.

“Here’s your order, Sir,” A waiter places the small pizza in front of me, and you know, today was one of the rare days I was able to scrounge enough money to afford the luxury of a decent slice of pizza, and now I can’t even enjoy it.

“God dammit,” It’s moments like these when memories of my father came hit me like a freight train. He used to berate me about goals and aspirations, telling me, “It’s never going to happen, Matias,” and “It’s not a job. You won’t get anywhere with that.” In high school, I used to constantly fight with him, telling him my dreams were achievable. That I would succeed as an actor. He would laugh in my face; tell me they were unobtainable. I mean... Maybe he was right.

Now, I’m living in one of the most expensive cities with over 300,000 dollars in debt, 40 bucks to my name, and a dead-beat waiter job at Planet Hollywood that barely pays for food let alone the bills. I have no back-up plan, no emergency fund. I just had my bachelor's degree in acting, which won't pay for shit.

I shake my head. My neck and back start to ache, an oncoming migraine sitting on my temples.

Matias, the fuck do you want to do that for?

Matias, you’re not good enough.

Matias, you will always be alone.

I stand to leave, throwing the untouched pizza in the trash on my way out the door. The cold winter air bites at my nose when I step outside. I pull my scarf up closer to my neck and make my way down East 9th Street.

Leaving the restaurant doesn’t help. Hopelessness rushes over me like a tsunami. The texture of the wool sweater underneath my jacket scratched annoyingly at the exposed skin on my wrists. It’s a cold wintery day but I feel incredibly hot underneath the layers. A nervous sweat builds underneath my beanie. Everyone’s staring, I know it. They know I've failed yet again. They know I’m just a naïve child.

His voice repeats in my head like a tornado siren, yelling, screaming at me, “You will not survive.”

You will not make an income.

You will not have healthcare.

You are setting yourself up for failure.

…You will die- My phone starts to buzz again. I really want to fucking ignore it but if it’s Lyanna, she’d have every cop in the city on my ass within the hour.

“Hey.” I cough, trying to clear my throat. Act normal.

“Mat! I’m sorry I’m late, I’m-” She sounds like she’s running.

“Actually, Sis, I left…” I stop in the middle of the pavement, getting shoved and cursed at by the impetuous crowd around me.

“What? Why?” Her concerned voice seeps through the phone. Suddenly, heat shoots up my back. She’s going to be upset.

I move off to the side, leaning up against a wall of graffiti, “I didn’t get the job after all.”

I hear her let out a breath, “Different direction?” She asks, knowingly.

I nod, “Yea... said I could act the part, but I didn’t fit the type of Latino they were going for... whatever the hell that means.” I spit out, bitterly.

“Means they’re bigoted.” I can hear the annoyed twinge in her voice.

“Yea... probably...” Lyanna stays quiet. “Hey... So, I’m not really up for doing anything... Can we just go home?”

“Umm...” She hums, clicking her tongue, “No.”

“Lyanna...” Please.

“No, no, I’m serious, I know you. Once you get home you're going to sulk in your room for days. Let's bypass the self-pity and go have fun. Take your mind off it.”

I’m silent for a moment, feeling my anxiety subside as I focus on her words, “What do I get if your wrong?”

“A fresh slice of cheese pizza to replace the one you probably threw away...” She laughs, “Now, how ‘bout MoMA?”

“Sure… MoMA sounds good.”

I’ve always found it difficult to find the Museum of Modern Art. The only way anyone would be able to tell where this museum was is with the three bright red banners hanging off the side of the building holding their acronym in an even darker shade of red. This was basically every building in New York so, of course, I pass right by it. Lyanna managed to catch me before I got too far. She runs up to me and immediately linked her arm into mine.

“Hey stranger, took you long enough.” She greats, warmly.

“You know how it is.”

“Oh common, where’s that smile? We are celebrating!” She starts to pull me into the museum, warm air painting my face when she opens one of the doors.

“Celebrating a failure.”

“Celebrating life.”

We walk in and are bombarded with hordes of people packed in front of every corner of the room. It's as if every single person visiting New York had decided that they would all collectively visit the museum on this specific day. Maybe they were having an event. People of all shapes and sizes were packed in front of each art piece, creating a thick barrier preventing outsiders from looking in on their beauty. In the corner of the room is a balloon man handing out replicas of Jeff Koon’s Balloon Dog to children. I clench my teeth at the disgusting sound of rubber and latex rubbing together. I feel a hot prickling in my neck at the sight of a child squeezing the neck of their bright metallic green Balloon Dog, another child on the edge of crying as she violently hit her blue Balloon Dog onto her stroller seat.

Someone bumps into me. I feel myself tense up. Don’t touch me. I take my arms away from Lyanna, hiding them in my pockets. Lyanna looks up at me, “Hey, are you okay?”

Fuck no,“Yes.”

“You sure? You seem tense,” she raises her eyebrow.

“No. No... I'm good... There’s just.” Act normal, “A lot of people.”

“Well, if you’re sure...” Everyone is breathing my air - of course I’m not sure. “You wanna start off this way then make our way around?” she asks pointing to her left. I nod.

She guides me to the fifth floor, to our first painting. Shes pushing through the crowds so we could get a closer look. It’s a dark painting with a black, shadowy silhouette of an elephant trudging on an upwards incline. The air around him grey, as if he was pushing through a sandstorm. He is struggling to get to wherever he was headed. I’m suddenly pushed closer to the struggling elephant. Lyanna snaps at someone behind me. A balloon pop’s. A child's scream echo around the room. The dark clouds surrounding the elephant fill my edge of my vision as my eyes zoom into the lonely elephant. My throat begins to close. My heart hurts. A voice in my head whispers “You’re dying. You’re dying.” in a joyous chant. I try to breathe but nothing can get through. My hands prickle. My chest stutters. The elephant fades. Only the shadowing and silhouettes of people fill my vision. I still feel the pain in my throat, as I try to breath in air.

Lyanna speaks but her voice is muffled. The darkness that had overtaken my vision slowly fades away. I sit up straight, feeling the soft leather beneath me, becoming aware of my surroundings. We are in different exhibit. It's completely empty. I shift, feeling the leather bench beneath my finger tips. The silence is soothing.

“You feeling better?” Lyanna sits next to me with a cup of water in her hands, causing the leather beneath creaked.

I close my eyes. God. She grabs at my hand but I pull away. Please go away. I can feel her eyes burning into my soul. It’s unbearable. I turn away from her. Please go away. She grips at the cup tightly. The crunch of the cup is excruciating.

“Matias.” She attempts to grab my hand again. I see it coming from a mile away. Like in slow motion. The closer she got, the more I dreaded the contact.

“Fuck! Stop! Can you please just give me a God damn minute?” I stand up trying to get away.

“What is happening?” She’s mad. You’ve ruined everything.

“I don’t want to be fucking touched, Lyanna. Just stop. Stop everything. Leave me alone.” I’m staring at the floor. If I look at her, I’m going to lose it. Shameful. Embarrassing.

“I’m only trying to help.” You’re an embarrassment.

“You’re not!” She’s going to never going to forgive you.

“Okay…” She stands slowly, “Let’s relax for a moment… I’ll be back in a few minutes… Just text me if you need anything.” I don’t say anything while she walks away, the sound of her shoes fading. I sit back down onto the chair, head in my hands.

I take a few deep breaths, focusing on the ground beneath me. The floor is smooth, my hair is soft and messy, the pressure of my elbows on my knees grow. My eyes leave the floor only to be met with a flood of green. A naked woman waking up on a large red couch in the middle of a jungle. Light green paints the leaves towards the bottom of the canvas and becomes darker going up towards the sky. The bright flowers burst up in different directions as the moon peaks through the canopy. The woman is surrounded by hidden animals. I spot a few hidden tigers, a white bird on the top left, a person hidden in the shadows playing an instrument, a few monkeys in the trees and an elephant beyond the trees staring back at me. It was a paradise. So sure of herself, she sits there facing away from me as if she has nothing to lose. She sits unafraid of the world around her.

I can’t relate. I’ll never get my chance. I’ll never not be afraid. I continue to stare at her, trying to understand what she may have done differently. Maybe she kept going. Maybe she stopped caring. Or maybe someone gave her a chance. Whatever she did must’ve worked because she continues to sit as if she has nothing left to lose –

“Henri Rousseau’s The Dream,” I jump. Lyanna stands on my right, staring at the painting with a hand on her hip, “Most people hate this painting.”

“I don’t see why…”

“Eh… Everybody has their own opinions…” She approaches cautiously, “Do you feel any better?”

I nod. “S-sorry,” I look back to the painting, “I just needed a moment to myself.”

“Don’t apologize… I should’ve… I don’t know, been more mindful, I guess.” She sits down next to me. I can see her hesitate before she puts a hand on my shoulder, “Are you going to be okay?”

I don’t answer at first. I look back at the painting. The Dream she called it. Maybe, this was the woman’s dream. Maybe she is like me. Our chances will arise. She strives towards her peace with nature around her as I strive for success in the asphalt jungle. Just as she has nothing left to lose, I, too, have nothing to lose. We are the same.

“Yea… I think I will be.”

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Poetry for an Heiress, Chapter 4

Summary:  When a duchess and her children are abandoned far from home, they must rely on the kindness of one stranger to guide them home. 

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: None (For this chapter)

Three weeks or so after your arrival, as promised, you allowed Ezra to take the boys fishing if they were all well behaved. Aside from a week or so prior when Aiden had tormented Marie with a fat little grub, they had been absolute angels. They helped you whenever you asked, and helped Ezra sometimes even before he would ask. 

"Tomorrow, perhaps," Ezra said one evening after dinner. He rested his hand in his lap and looked across the table at the children. "I think tomorrow is a marvelous day for fishing."

Henry and Aiden gasped excitedly and looked at one another before they turned to Ezra. 

"Really!" Aiden cried, bouncing on his feet. "Do you mean it? We can go fishing!"

"Of course," Ezra said, his expression serious. "I did make a promise to you, did I not? And your mother did say if you were exceptionally well-behaved, you could go."

Two eager faces turned to you, as if for confirmation of this monumental declaration. 

"We shall all go," you said with a smile. "We can pack a picnic lunch and books to read for tomorrow."

Marie gasped and clapped her hands as the boys let out triumphant cries and hugged you tightly. 

"Easy, easy," Ezra warned gently. "Don't squeeze the life out of your poor mother. Come on, let's get these dishes cleaned and you boys can help me get things ready."

Marie climbed down from her chair and gathered up her plate and cup before placing both in the wash tub. She turned to you as you collected Ezra's silverware in your hands. "Mama," she said, trying to be as polite as she could be. "Can I go help Henry and Aiden and Mr. Ezra?"

"For a bit," you said, placing the dishes in the basin. "It's almost bedtime for little bugs."

Marie pouted and folded her arms over her chest. "I'm not sleepy, mama. Please? Can I please go help?"

You smiled and crouched down to her height. You gently took her hands in your own and kissed her palms. She looked so much like you, according to your mother. You were hard to convince, for you always saw your husband's eyes staring back at you with curiosity. It had always been hard to look at your children, to see him when he was no longer there. 

Now, it felt like you were healing. There was no longer an ache in your heart when you thought of him. Going into his study, exactly the way he had left it, no longer caused you to break down. Looking at your children didn't fill you with an overwhelming sense of  grief. 

Your children had never known their father. Not enough to remember him, anyway. Marie never even lived in the same world as he did. 

Was it time for you to finally move on? It would have been what he wanted for you - happiness. A life.

"My darling," you said, stroking your thumb along her rounded cheek. "I think that is a splendid idea."

"Perfectly splendid," Marie repeated with a smile. She wrapped her arms around your neck and kissed your cheek. After a moment she skipped off to join the boys outside.

For a moment, you stood by the small kitchen window and watched Marie run to where her brothers and Ezra were huddled together in the yard. Ezra was so patient with them. He never raised his voice or got frustrated. It was like he was meant for this.

And, oh, the children loved him. They didn't even need to tell you. You just knew. You could see it in their eyes. They did tell you though, quite often, as a matter of fact. Almost every day they told you how they wanted to stay on Muir forever and explore like Mr. Ezra.

Outside, Ezra picked up Marie and rested her on his hip, his arm wrapped around her as she clung to him. She squealed with laughter as he motioned with a jerk of the head for the boys to follow him to the barn.

*

"You'll want to be very quiet so as not to disturb the fish," Ezra explained, keeping his voice hushed for emphasis. He looked at the twins with their homemade fishing poles and grinned. 

You were watching from the shore, safe and dry on the picnic blanket you'd dug out early that morning. Marie was beside you as she read her picture book, sounding the words out loud as best she could. 

Warm sunlight filtered through the trees and a cool breeze lifted the lace sleeves of your dress from your shoulders. It was shaping up to be a beautiful day, just as Ezra had predicted. 

"Careful now, son," Ezra warned, reaching towards Aiden. "You go whipping that pole around and you're liken to catch your brother in the seat of his pants with the fishing hook."

You saw that mischievous glint in Aiden's eyes and he grinned. You just raised a brow and stared at him until he caught your eye. He looked away suddenly, the gleam disappearing as quickly as it arrived.

"Mama," Marie mumbled, tapping on your arm. "What's this word?" She pointed to a word in her book and looked up at you expectantly.

"Sound it out," you encouraged, looking at the book. You helped her follow along with your finger as she sounded the word out.

"A... art-eye-kick?" she stammered, uncertain and shaky in tone.

"Not bad," you said with a smile. "It's 'arctic,' you said. "Try it again."

"Arr-tic," she repeated, sliding her finger under the word. "Better?"

You chuckled. "Better. There's three sounds, not two. But you did a wonderful job, little bug."

Marie beamed and then looked down at her book again. "What about this word?"

"Penguin," you hummed, sparing a glance down at the word and accompanying illustration.

"What's that?"

"An animal that was around a very long time ago," you explained. "Some of them are probably still around a very long way from here."

"It's got funny hair, mama," she said with a giggle as she, pointed to the picture. "Like Mr. Ezra's!"

You laughed softly and ruffled her hair a bit as you glanced up at Ezra. He was watching you both out of the corner of his eye, a warm smile on his face. "Mr. Ezra doesn't look like a penguin!" 

"I am inclined to agree with you," Ezra called to you as he recast his net. "Though one can't argue with her solid logic, Princess."

You smiled and leaned back on your elbows to enjoy the sunlight. The morning dew was still cool enough to wet your skin as you dug your bare toes into the soft grass.

Henry and Aiden had figured out the basics of casting a line fairly easily, it seemed, and soon they were wading towards the slightly deeper water to cast their lines, despite your better judgement. With the two of them with their poles and Ezra with a small net, they were sure to catch something for dinner. 

You pulled your book out of the picnic basket and opened it up to where you had left off from the previous night. The gentle sound of the water made for a pleasant background noise to accompany your reading and it was easy to lose yourself in the story. It was a scandalous romance, your book. An eager young woman keeping a secret romance with a stone-hearted mercenary - wholly obscene and tender all at once. It was a story you would have stuffed under the mattress as a girl to keep your grandmother from finding out about it. You found yourself imagining it were you in that scenario. It had always happened when you read books like that. It used to be your husband as the object of the heroine's affections, but now, someone else was slowly taking the place of the brooding mercenary. 

As if he were sensing your thoughts, Ezra called for your attention, his hand gripping the net tightly as he stood knee deep in the water.

"Princess, I believe we have our first catch of the day!" Ezra exclaimed as he tugged the net out of the water. Trapped in the net was a shiny little fish, about the length of Ezra's forearm. It shone pink and green, sparkling in the sun as it flapped in its confines.

"You mean you didn't catch anything bigger?" Aiden asked as he recast his line. "That's so small!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me, sir, I forgot you were a fishing expert," Ezra chided, walking towards the bank. He dropped the net to the ground and watched the fish as it flopped around for a bit.

You laughed and closed your book before standing. The grass gave way to gravel and mud as you approached the bank where Ezra stood over his catch.

"What do you think?" Ezra asked, nodding down at his net. 

"Oh yes," you replied. "Maybe a few dozen more of these and we can make something with it."

"Your words cut like a knife, Princess," he teased, putting his hand over his heart. "Bring that box over here, would you? I want to keep this little one fresh. One catch is better than none."

You brought the box over to him and pried open the lid. The smell coming out of it was horrific, but you didn't comment as Ezra tossed the fish inside. 

"Are you boys alright for a moment by yourselves?" Ezra asked. "I want to have a word with your mother."

"Yes, Mr. Ezra," Henry replied. He recast his line and tried his best to keep still, just as he was told so as not to disturb any fish. 

You looked at Ezra, confused by his request to speak in private. He led you by a gentle hand at your elbow over to a small cluster of trees, still well within view of the children, but far enough that you wouldn't be disturbed or overheard.

"What is this about, Ezra?" you asked, worry evident in your voice. "What's wrong?"

Ezra lifted his hand and shook his head. "No, no, nothing is wrong," he said quickly. He bit his lip and sighed for a moment before continuing. "It's just that... do you remember how I told you about that supply freighter that comes through about once a month or so? Well, it turns out that we won't be getting that freighter for quite some time. I found out from Jacinta down at the store yesterday morning. She's been---"

Ezra's words faded into a drone in the background, drowned out by a roar in your ears. You felt your heart sink to your stomach and you reached out to steady yourself against the tree. The air felt like it had been pushed from your lungs and you stared blankly at Ezra as you tried to comprehend what he had just told you.

He reached out to steady you, his hand firmly on your waist to keep you upright. "Woah, Princess. Stay with me now. It's gonna be alright, understand? I have a plan for how you and your flock are going to get home. It might take some time, but I can get you there."

"How?" you asked. Your voice cracked and Ezra winced at how afraid you sounded. You looked over at your children, carefree and happy, and then back at Ezra, who was watching you with a worried expression. "How are you going to get us home?"

"I haven't fully fleshed out all those fine details yet, Princess, but I am making a promise to you right here, right now, that you will safely get back home." Ezra rubbed a soothing circle with his thumb on your hip and you reached down to put your hand over his. Thinking you were going to push his hand away, he began to pull back, but you grabbed his hand and held it tight. He looked a little surprised, but then smiled softly. "I won't abandon you, I promise. I will do whatever it takes."

You took a deep, shaky breath and then nodded. "Alright. I trust you. What shall I do to help you?"

Ezra chuckled. "You're asking what you can do to help me, help you? That can get confusing if we aren't careful, so for now, let's just say the only thing I want you to do is not tell your flock. We don't want them to be worried too."

You brushed your fingers against Ezra's hand and sighed. He was right, you figured. If you told them, then there would be no chance in trying to calm the children down. Might as well not say anything in the first place.

Ezra smiled and then chuckled as he looked at you. "I would fly you home myself, Princess. It's just a little more complicated than that. But what's life without tests?"

"There's purpose to those tests," you replied. "Often there's rewards that come with them."

Ezra smiled, his eyes flicking across your face. He pulled his hand from your hip, your own fingers dragging against his.

You looked over at the boys as they stood like little sentries in the shallows and motioned for Ezra to walk with you back to the picnic blanket. He held out his arm for you to take and you looped your arm through his as you wandered back. His touch comforted the frantic racing of your heart. 

Marie was sound asleep, her book open to a page on people who used to live in houses made of ice, her thumb pulled between her lips. It was something she never fully kicked from infancy, one that your grandmother had often scolded you for as a mother and tried to force your daughter from continuing the habit. You didn't mind it though. If it was the only negative habit she ever developed, she would be far better off than half the population of the galaxy. You never thought it a glaring issue and therefore never corrected it. It infuriated your grandmother.

Both you and Ezra took a seat on the blanket on either side of Marie. He stretched his legs out and sighed happily as he looked around.

"You really did pick out a perfect spot for picnicking, Princess," he hummed contentedly. He looked down at Marie and chuckled softly. "Your little one here seems to be enjoying it too."

You sat in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying the birdsong and the sound of the water.

"May I ask you a question, Ezra?" you inquired, looking over at him. When he nodded, you continued. "A while ago you mentioned med vacs come maybe once a month if you're lucky. What do you do if someone is in danger?"

"Field medicine, typically," he replied, watching the boys recast their lines. "Though sometimes your standard bullet is more merciful than any doctor. But when on a job, one must choose the best option given the situation."

"Is that what happened," you asked, gesturing at his missing arm. "That is, of course if you don't mind my asking? Forgive me if I don't believe the story that you told the children a few days ago. It's been eating away at my curiosity."

Ezra grinned and raised the stump of his arm, inspecting the neatly pinned shirt sleeve. "Not at all. This was the result of a rather unfortunate incident out on the Green - one of Bakhroma's moons, see? Had a run in with another prospector whose eyes were bigger than his brain. So I shot him and his daughter shot me in retaliation, thinking I was out to harm her."

You nodded and scooted a bit closer, waiting to hear more. This was the first time Ezra was sharing something with you about his past. Despite the fact that he rarely stopped talking, he often fell silent when you inquired about him. 

"We traveled together for a while, her and I, all the while my arm was festering in the dust. The Green kills, see? It gets inside and rots you from the inside out. Eats away at you. After a few agonizing cycles, I had no choice. It was life or limb. So the girl did the only thing that she could do, and I commend her for her steady hands and even steadier nerve."

"I'm sorry," you murmured. "I can't even imagine what that was like."

Ezra simply shrugged. He had a distant look in his eyes,  as if he were trying to distance himself from the whole story. "She saved my life, such as it is, but in doing so, she created a whole new ordeal. See, no one wants to hire a one-armed harvester. Major liability, apparently. So here I am."

"And what about the girl?"

Ezra chuckled and hummed as he reminisced. "Cee is much better off than when I first met her. Went back to Central for school. She drops by every now and then - makes sure I'm not getting into any trouble." 

He leaned back on his elbow and looked out across the creek to where the boys were fishing and smiled in spite of the story he just regaled you with.

"What is it?" you asked softly, not wanting to break his thought.

He shook his head and smiled slightly. "Nothing. It's nothing."

Not once had you ever heard Ezra not want to continue talking. It stunned you and you almost wondered if you'd done something to offend him. Perhaps asking him about what happened brought up too many bad memories for him to handle. 

But Ezra turned back to you then and rested his hand on the blanket between you, picking idly at a loose string. "What are you gonna do when you get home? Back to your old life?"

You hadn't expected him to ask that question, and quite frankly, you didn't really have an answer. 

"I'm not sure," you said, drawing your knees to your chest. "I suppose I'll go back to my duties as duchess. The children will go back to their lessons and I will simply pick up where I left off, I suppose..." You trailed off, suddenly realizing how boring it all seemed compared to the last few weeks on the farm. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you turned your head and brushed them away, not wanting him to see. 

"Do you want that?" he asked softly.

"O-of course I do," you stammered, your hand still raised to try and hide your tears. You found yourself caught off guard by his question. "Why wouldn't I? The children, they--"

"Hey now," Ezra soothed, reaching for your hand. "It's alright. I didn't mean to upset you. I understand you need to go back. I do."

You looked at him and sighed. There had been a weight on your chest for some time that you couldn't place the source of. Perhaps it was years of expectations and unreasonable standards you had been held to since you were Marie's age. Perhaps it was the constant pressure for you to raise your children like your husband hadn't died, that he was only away for a while. Whatever that weight was, it vanished as soon as Ezra squeezed your hand. 

"You don't need to let anyone tell you what to do," he said, turning on the blanket to look at you. "Or where to go, how to raise your own children, anything like that. You are free to make your own choices, Princess."

"How is it you always know just what to say?" you murmured, your voice thick with held back tears. "I am finding that to be true, though. These last few weeks have shown that to me. I am trying to be a good mother to my children."

"You are," he said softly. Ezra smiled and brushed his thumb against your knuckles. He looked down at your hands and then up at your face. It looked like he wanted to say something else, but he was interrupted by a triumphant cheer from the river. You both looked over at the boys, who were rushing back towards the bank, one fish dangling from Aiden's hook. 

"Mama! Mama!" he cried excitedly as he dashed towards you. "Look, mama! I caught a fish!"

Both you and Ezra stood up to meet him as he rushed over to show you his catch. The fish was a little longer than the one Ezra had caught, still with those shiny pink and green scales. 

"Oh, that's wonderful, darling!" you said, bending down to admire the fish. "He's beautiful, isn't he? We will have a feast, won't we?"

Aiden grinned and held the fish aloft for you and Ezra to look at. He looked incredibly pleased with himself.

"You mean you didn't catch anything bigger?" Ezra teased, parroting Aiden's earlier exclamation. He flashed you a wink and then laughed at the flabbergasted expression on Aiden's face. "I'm just pulling your leg, son, don't worry. You did an excellent job. Go ahead and throw it in this here cooler so we can take it home later."

Aiden carefully removed the hook like Ezra had taught him and placed it gently in the cooler beside Ezra's. He grabbed his fishing pole and looked up at you expectantly. "I'm gonna go see if I can catch more!"

"Be careful, my darling," you called after him. "Don't slip!"

As the day wore on, the cooler slowly filled with fish. Most were a standard size, according to Ezra, and some were smaller, about the size of your hand. Both were exceptional in taste as far as river fish went, or so Ezra claimed. You figured you could make just about anything palatable with the dried herbs from the garden. 

Late in the afternoon, long after lunch had been eaten and the children had exhausted themselves from playing in the river, it was getting ready to go back to the farm. You had to stop yourself from calling it home when collecting the children. No need to get their hopes up, you figured. Later tonight after the children were put to bed, you and Ezra would need to have a long conversation about getting you all home.

Henry patiently helped you fold up the picnic blanket and gently placed back into the basket for you. He even made sure everything had been picked up from the surrounding area so you wouldn't have to. Earlier, he had caught a few fish himself, but quickly abandoned his fishing for exploring the surrounding area. 

"Maybe I could find a lost civilization!" he had said before running off. He returned a while later, his pockets stuffed with rocks and flowers. Clutched in his fist were several puffy white flowers and he handed them to you with a dramatic sweeping bow that had made you laugh. You made sure to promise him that you would be careful with them until you reached the house.

You picked up the picnic basket and gently took hold of Marie's hand as you guided her to walk in front of you towards the little path you'd traveled earlier that morning. It wasn't a far walk from the farm, but you still didn't want to risk her getting lost.

Ezra dragged the cooler behind you two, the boys hanging back with him. They loved talking to Ezra as they walked - he often pointed out animal burrows or old gem deposits from back when Muir was a mining planet. There was a little rope bridge that was suspended over a rather high gully as the river wound its way through the forest. 

"Go on, little bug," you urged, nudging Marie to cross. She whined and hesitated for a moment before she crossed, the bridge shaking and swaying as she ran. You looked back to make sure Ezra and the boys were behind you before you crossed, not wanting to leave them too far behind.

As you spotted them coming around the small turn in the path, you began to cross the bridge yourself. The wood creaked and groaned under your weight as you neared the halfway point. 

You stepped forward, wanting to get off the bridge as quickly as you could. The wood suddenly splintered and cracked and fell apart under you.

For an instant, you were weightless, suspended in midair. You saw Marie's horrified expression as she watched you from the far side. Then you were falling, falling... falling. You couldn't even scream, your breath caught in your throat and unable to escape. 

You heard the children scream in terror as you plunged into the river. Above their cries, you heard Ezra shouting your name. Not your title, not your nickname. Your name. He sounded terrified, unable to do anything but watch you fall into the water. You couldn't swim, you'd never learned how. You didn't know how this was going to end. 

You hit the water with a violent crash and as you fell deeper into the water, you frantically thrashed your arms and legs, hoping you would be able to propel yourself to the surface. After an eternity, you touched down on the muddy river bottom. You felt something grab your leg and you quickly tried to pull it free. A sharp pain shot up from your ankle and you thrashed in the grip of whatever held you there. The water was cold and murky, hindering any attempts to try and free yourself. The icy water filled your lungs as you screamed for help, the bubbles the only indication of any sound leaving you. 

As darkness closed in on you, your only thoughts were of who was going to look after your children? Would your mother ever find out what happened? Will Ezra be alright?

Ezra...

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okay hear me out..... an fbi 5sos au.... no? okay i’ll see myself out 😔

Oh fuck, okay this was actually quite a challenge for me. I do love me some true crime stories though, however I’m afraid this turned out to sound like an episode of Criminal Minds. That could be good or bad however you want to interpret that. Anyway, here’s some FBI!sos. 👀👀👀 Please note that this has sensitive subjects in it, please read at your own discretion!!!

           Calum sat in the van, lights flashing as he watched as the officers escorted the assailant into the police car, ducking his head and then slamming the door. The case that his team had been working on for months, although solved, came to a crashing halt when they were notified of a hostage situation in the town next to theirs. Immediately, his team jumped into the fleet vehicles and sped to the location of the hostage situation. While Calum sat in the back of the van, he ran through the months and months of research that they had been doing.

           Normally cases such as this one wouldn’t become and FBI problem, but as soon as the crimes started to cross state lines, the case caught the FBI’s attention. Almost thirty people had been reported missing during the time the assailant had been active, and nearly half of those people had gone missing within the past few months.

           The first objective the team was given was to identify the assailant’s profile. Calum walked into the conference room with a cup of fresh coffee, something he thought was only done on TV shows, but after working for the FBI for ten years now, he’s come to realize that life can’t go on without coffee. There was a white board at the front of the room with pictures of all the victims, something that always made Calum’s stomach turn, no matter how many cases he’s worked on. He gulped and smiled down at his colleague Luke as he sat down. Luke has been on the same team as Calum for about five years. Luke worked for the Australian Secret Intelligence Service before he moved to the United States. After he moved he went through all of the American training to be a part of the Federal Bureau of Investigations. Calum and Luke bonded over their Australian heritage, although Calum didn’t get into the service until he moved to America over fifteen years ago. Although Luke and Calum both knew Luke was smarter and more experienced, neither of them would admit it out loud. “Is there anything new I missed?” Calum asked after sitting down and taking a sip of the gloriously bitter liquid in his paper cup.

           Luke shook his head and leaned his head into his hand, resting his elbow on the table. “Dude went silent a month ago. Think he’s about to strike again, but not sure where.” Luke licked his lips and leaned towards Calum, pointing to the white board at the front of the room. “I’ve been trying to see if there’s a pattern with where he’s choosing his victims. Maybe if there’s a shape, or a commonality between the cities.” Luke shook his head and dropped his hand, “But I’ve got nothing.”

           Calum stared at the whiteboard. The victims the assailant has chosen all have something in common, the most obvious is the fact they are all women. Maybe the assailant has something against women, maybe a childhood trauma, maybe some Norman Bates thing where he’s obsessed with his mother now he’s killing women. Calum raised his eyebrows and took a drink of his coffee again, he would need more fingers and toes to count how many times he’s crossed men like that.

           The rest of their team made their way into the room, sitting around the table while the team director came last, shutting the door behind him. Calum nodded to the rest of the team, Ashton joined the team about three years ago after transferring from another branch. Michael joined the team four years ago after making his way up from the local police department, his previous title being a detective. Ava, who has a doctorate in psychology, has been working for the FBI longer than Calum has been in America. Ava was incredibly smart and knew everything there was when it came to the human mind, especially serial killers. Ava and Calum were put on the same team six years ago, Calum would never admit it out loud, but Ava was one of his favorite people to sit down and have a conversation with. Greyson was the newest member of their team, he joined about a year ago, and Calum honestly didn’t even know where he came from. The only thing he knew about the guy was that he was ridiculously smart with electronics, a critical component to the team in such a technologically advanced age.

           The director of the team was a gentleman named Henry. He had a good fifteen years on the oldest member of the team, but somehow he managed to get along with every single one of the members of the team, and was able to connect with them on a personal level. Henry began to break down everything they knew, recapping to see if it could jog any type of “ah-ha” moment. Calum leaned back in his chair and pressed the lips of the paper coffee cup to his lips. His eyes danced from picture to picture, collecting all of his thoughts and hypotheses. Although Calum chuckled to himself for his crazy thoughts, something suddenly made sense.

           As he leaned forward he set his coffee cup on the table next to him. He rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together. Again, his eyes danced across the whiteboard, gathering every ounce of information he could. His thoughts became solidified and he sat back, scratching one finger over his cheek before he raised his hand. Henry stopped in the middle of his thought and motioned for Calum to speak. Calum cleared his throat, “Aside from the obvious fact that all of the assailant’s victims are female, and they all have brunette hair and blue eyes, something that I think we’ve been skipping over is the fact that they all came from the same city.” Everyone stayed silent and Calum stood and made his way to the whiteboard to point out his thoughts. “Victim number one, although he lived in New York City, she was originally born in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Same with all the victims afterwards. The assailant is travelling across the country, seemingly killing all the women with this physical description and come from Grand Rapids.”

           Henry sat down and leaned against the table, giving Calum the floor to continue his thoughts and ideas. “We know that the assailant has been seen driving some beat up Volvo with no license plates. Maybe the Volvo is still registered in Michigan, we can narrow down the registrations in Grand Rapids and see if that can get us some names. Maybe the assailant went to school with all of these women, being brunette and blue eyed isn’t exactly uncommon. I think we should find out where these women went to school, and if there is an open registration on Volvo’s in the Grand Rapids area.” Calum was nearly out of breath trying to explain his thoughts, the excitement of figuring something out making his heart race.

           Henry slapped his hand down on the table and nodded, “You all heard the man, start doing some research.” With that, the team scattered. Within a few days they narrowed down the list of names from hundreds, to just a handful. It wasn’t until they released the assailants profile to the press that everything spiraled out of control.

           It took about a week and a half for the profile to spread across all media sources, and it was within hours of the team watching a press release that they got the call of the hostage. The guy who made the call was frantic, he was the owner of the local liquor store. The assailant grabbed the woman and clutched her to his chest as he pointed a gun at the owner. As he held the gun, it gently shook with how hard he was holding it. The assailant told him to leave the store, walk five miles and then call the cops. When the cops asked for a description of the woman, he answered, “She has brown hair, blue eyes, I had just checked her ID, she was from Michigan, and she had told me she was there on vacation.” After hearing that, the description was immediately sent to the FBI and the team scrambled their way to the cars.

           Calum sat next to Luke in the van, and together they put on their bullet proof vests. Greyson frantically typed away at the computer, trying to tap into the security cameras. Ava, Michael and Ashton all strapped on their vest and took a deep breath, trying to ready themselves for whatever was going to happen when they finally got to this liquor store.

           The van came to a screeching halt. Outside the fan was hordes of flashing lights, and multiple policeman perched on their car doors with their weapons pointed at the store. Henry got an update from the chief of police and Calum stood there, eyes scanning the entire front of the store. “He won’t come out knowing there’s so many weapons pointed at him.” Luke said with a sigh, tucking his golden curls behind his ear. Calum turned to him and Luke’s eyes widened. “He’s never done anything drastic in broad daylight. Sure, it’s night time, but there are so many eyes on him that he won’t do anything.” Luke was right, Calum knew he was right, but Calum didn’t know what to do next.

           In one swift movement, Calum stripped out of his bullet proof vest, tossed it at Luke and ducked under the crime scene tape, sauntering his way towards the store front. Behind him, he could here Henry yelling at him, but before Henry could blow everything, Calum turned and shot him a look. Henry immediately became quiet, the only sound being the wind, and the heartbeats of all the nervous officers behind him. Calum raised his hands above his head as he stopped a few feet in front of the front door. “My name’s Calum, do you mind if we have a chat for a moment?” The silence was terrifying, Calum would never deny that, but silence all meant that nothing life threatening was happening. Calum kept his hands above his head as he closed the distance between him and the front door. All of the windows of the liquor store were mirrored, it was a common way for stores to combat the Los Angeles sun. As Calum reached down and rested his hand on the door handle, all he could was himself, and the flashing lights behind him. “I just want to talk, do you mind opening the door for me?” Calum said, waiting patiently for the click of the lock.

           His heart dropped to his feet when he heard the click. Before making his way inside, he gulped. When he opened the door, the woman who was being held was sitting on the floor. Her ankles were tied with rope, and so were her wrists. Over her mouth was a strip of duct tape, mascara flowing down her porcelain cheeks, terror washed over her blue eyes. Calum rushed to her aide and untied her restraints as quickly as possible to ensure her safety. “As soon as I untie you, you run, don’t stop until someone on the other side of the caution tape grabs you, understand?” She nodded, sobbing still out of terror. The second she was free, she followed Calum’s instructions, running until Luke grabbed her, ushering her to the Ambulance and out of sight.

           From behind Calum, he heard the gun cock. Slowly, he raised his hands above his head and turned to face the assailant. The guy was around the same age as him, but looked as if life had run over him more than a few times. His teeth were stained a blackish-green color for the amount of drugs he has injected into his body. His eyes were sunken into his head, his hair unwashed and matted. His clothes were dirty and stiff from the lack of washing. Calum looked into his glossy eyes and could tell how high he was based on the size of his pupils. Again, Calum repeated himself, “My name is Calum, why don’t we put the gun down and have a chat?”

           “No!” the guy blurted out, holding the gun even tighter causing the weapon to shake. Calum has handled many guns throughout his career, but the way this guy was clutching the gun made him nervous. “You don’t even know what I’ve been through!” The assailant yelled at Calum.

           “Oh, but I do, man.” Calum dropped his hands to be shoulder level. “I know that you were outcasted the second you got into high school. On top of that your mom passed away at a very young age. She was a beautiful woman, wasn’t she?” The guy gulped and nodded, tears filling his eyes. “Your dad was never around, so once your mom passed you had no one, isn’t that right?” The guy gulped again and frantically ran his hand under his eyes then clutched the gun even harder. “All of these women, you didn’t even know them, but they look just like your mother, don’t they?” Calum knew that’s what was going on, he didn’t need the assailant to confirm that. “If you drop the gun and come with me, I can help you.” It was such a cliché line, but most of the people who commit these kind of crimes just want help.

           Calum took a step closer to him but the assailant took a step towards him, shaking the gun in his face. He gulped realizing that if he got any closer, Calum might end up swallowing the barrel of the gun. “I don’t need anyone’s help!” The assailant cried out, and in a split second he shut his eyes and pulled the trigger.

           Thinking quickly, Calum lunged at the gun, causing the gun to motion upwards, the bullet going through the ceiling. Within seconds of the assailant landing on the floor and the gun sliding three feet away from him, Luke and the other police officers busted through the front door. As Calum locked the handcuffs around the assailant’s wrists, Luke slapped Calum’s shoulder. The local police officers took him out the front door and Luke wrapped his arms around Calum, “I heard the shot and thought he got you. You’re a crazy son of a bitch aren’t you?” Together Luke and Calum laughed. You have to be a special kind of crazy to have a career in their field, but Calum loved being that special kind of crazy.

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[thejacketandthehook]

The Art of Pretending 3/?

Title: The Art of Pretending 3/?

Author: thejacketandthehook (aka everystareverywhere)

Summary:  Killian Jones needs a family and needs one now. In order to impress his boss, Killian hires a single mother and her son to pretend to be his wife and son for the weekend. Nothing can go wrong, right?

Rating: Teen (for language)

Words:  9746

Author’s Notes: Hello all! Here is my submission for the @captainswanmoviemarathon! This is based off of the Lifetime movie, “Borrowed Hearts,” starring Eric McCormack and Roma Downey. The movie came out in 1997, and I consider it to be one of the first made-for-tv Christmas movies.

A couple of years ago I was watching it and thought this would be a fantastic scenario for our favorite Captain and Savior. I wrote it and then stopped, and then started it again, only to stop again. When I saw this movie marathon, I knew instantly this was the movie I wanted to do and I wanted to make sure that I finished it this time.

I hope you enjoy it!

A30

Chapters: 1 | 2

Killian rubbed the back of his neck before sitting down on his couch. After a moment, he bounced up and began pacing in front of said couch before he sat down on one of the armchairs. Leaning his elbows on his knees, he used both hands to rub this neck before he jumped back up again.

“Would you calm down?!” Regina all but screamed at him as he paced once more. “Everything is going to be fine.”

“You have to say that because you got me into this mess,” he commented.

She sighed. “I’d apologize, but if this works, then you can send me a very expensive bottle of champagne as thank you.”

He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes – barely – before continuing, “Let’s get through this before anyone starts celebrating.”

Regina sighed before looking at her phone once more. “It’s going to be fine, Jones. I’m sure this…Emma person is fine and so is her son. Besides, it’s only two days. It’s not like you’re going to have to be married to her forever.”

He sighed. He knew she was she right. It wasn’t forever; it was barely even 48 hours. Mr. Woodman would be arriving Friday night, and be leaving Sunday morning. So it was only Friday evening and all of Saturday that he had to worry about. By Sunday night, his life would return to normalcy – except for the fact that he could be moving to London and being the manager of the London branch. Which he would love, since that would bring him closer to his brother and his family.

He sat down before leaning his head back on the chair. He actually spoke to his brother last night about this whole…arrangement, and well, Liam had a few chose words for him.

“Are you mad, brother?!” he yelled. “What the bloody hell are you thinking?! Lying to impress your boss?! That has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of!”

He wasn’t wrong, which made this whole situation worse. Liam was right; lying to Mr. Woodman would blow up in his face, surely. What would happen when Mr. Woodman goes to London and wants to visit Killian and his “family”? There are so many times he could say “They’re visiting her family” until it looks like he just made them up. Which he did. Well, at least, Regina did. But at that point, who the bloody hell would care?

Not that Killian wasn’t worried about who exactly this Emma woman and her son were. He can’t believe that he never met her before, seeing how close he and David are. After David told them that he would ask Emma if she would even consider it, he told Killian that his wife and Emma were the best of friends, almost like sisters. In fact, he went on to say, “Emma is kind of like my sister too.” So, how in the world have they not met before?

But, putting that aside for the moment, what was this woman even like? They had to pretend to be married, for God’s sake, hopefully there would be some kind of…attraction. Killian wasn’t the best actor on a good day, his brother’s words ringing in his head: “You always wear your heart on your sleeve, Killian. I always know how you’re feeling with just a glance in your direction.” If he wasn’t attracted to Emma, this could be a small problem.

“It’s just for weekend,” Regina’s words echoed. Well, that was true too. He could pretend for less than 48 hours. At least, he was sure that he could.

But what about her kid? What if he was a horrible little thing, totally spoiled? Killian was…okay with kids. He wasn’t really around them enough to decide whether or not he had a strong opinion about them. They seemed fine, from a distance. But now he was going to have one. In his house. What the hell did he get himself into?

Before he could really start panicking, which honestly was going to be any minute now, the doorbell rang.

“Thank God,” Regina sighed before she got up to get the bell. “Honestly, they must have taken the long way to get here.”

Killian was hot on her heels, following behind. He tried to look confident, but was afraid that his nerves were just overcoming his face. Regina had her hand on the doorknob before she looked back at him.

“Ready?”

He nodded.

Regina opened the door to reveal David, a young boy with light brown hair and brown eyes, and a woman that was probably the same age as David, if not a little younger.

The woman, though…

Bloody hell.

She was beautiful. She had a heart shaped face, with a small dimple at the chin, light green eyes and blonde hair that even in a ponytail touched between her shoulder blades. But even though she looks a little different now, he would know her anywhere. When she noticed Killian, her eyes grew bigger and her mouth dropped a little.

“Oh. You” was all she said.

David looked at Emma before looking at Killian. “Do you two know each other?”

“I’m Henry!” the little boy piped up. He was a cute kid, with some bottom teeth missing, and his eyes bright. He ran over to Killian before putting his hand out like he wanted to shake hands. “I’m going to be your son.”

Killian chuckled before taking the kid’s hand. Well, if nothing else, the kid at least broke some of the tension in the room.

“Nice to meet you, Henry. I’m Killian. I’ll be playing the role of your dad.”

Henry let go of Killian’s hand before tilting his head. “You speak like the people on that television show Mary Margaret and Mom watch. Are you British?”

Killian nodded. “I am indeed. I’m from a small town outside of London. My brother lives there now, with his wife and child.”

“Cool! I always wanted to go to London!”

“Since when?” Emma asked. Killian’s eyes found hers and for a moment they looked at each other before she looked down at her son.

“I just do,” Henry insisted before taking a step further into the house. “Can I see my room?”

“Er, sure.”

Regina stepped up and said, “It’s upstairs and to the left. Let me show you. I’m Regina, by the way.”

“Are you the Evil Queen? That’s what Uncle David calls you.”

“Uncle David” became fascinated with his shoes and wouldn’t glance at Regina, even though she was giving him the death glare.

When they went upstairs, David repeated his earlier question, “Do you two know each other?”

Emma nodded. “I…I think so. We might have" she cleared her throat, "…met before.”

Killian agreed. “Yeah. About two years ago?”

She nodded again. “Right. Yeah.”

David looked at the two of them before asking, “Do I want to know what happened?”

Killian and Emma looked at each other, and for a moment all Killian could feel was her skin under his hands, and his lips against hers.

Emma spoke up, bringing Killian back to the present. “Probably not,” she muttered before looking down, her cheeks a light red. He wondered if she was suddenly brought back to that moment too.

“You both were so sure that you didn’t know each other,” David insisted.

Killian clear his throat before looking at his friend. “We never got each other’s names.”

He looked at Emma, his heart pounding even harder than it was earlier.

Well, he didn’t have to worry about being attracted to her. Because he knew for a fact that he was.

~*~

It had to be him, didn’t it? Of all the freaking people in the world, the man that she might be “married” to for 48 hours had to be him!

Emma cleared her throat, trying to get moisture back into her mouth. She was a nervous reck all morning, wondering just what in blazes she was even thinking to even agree to this stupid idea. She almost backed out about three times, before Mary Margaret calmed her down, claiming that this would be a good thing. An extra two thousand dollars could help her as she goes looking for a nicer (or at least bigger) apartment.

But him?

“Where did you two meet?” David innocently asked.

Emma looked over at…Killian and answered, “Actually, at your birthday party about two years ago?” she finished as a question, unsure if her time was right.

Killian nodded. “Two years sounds about right.”

“I didn’t know that,” David exclaimed. He thought for a moment before saying, “That’s when we went to The Rabbit Hole. So you two have met?”

Emma looked down, her cheeks blushing though she wished they wouldn’t. “Yeah, something like that.”

All three were silent for a moment before David asked, “I really don’t want to know, do I?”

Killian gave a smile that was almost dashing as he proclaimed, “No. No, you do not.”

Emma looked up at Killian and gave a small smile. Killian winked at her before gesturing to the hallway behind him. “Shall we?”

For the first time since seeing the outside (which, yeah, David told Henry and her that it was huge, but damn it was big), Emma looked around the house. They were currently standing in the hallway/foyer which alone was tremendous. To her left was the formal dining room and to the right looked like a bathroom. As they moved further into the house, the staircase was to the right, going straight up to the second floor, and to the right was the doorway to the kitchen. The back of the house was a massive living room, that had a couch big enough to fit the three of them comfortably, two winged chairs, and a fireplace that doesn’t look like it’s ever been used.

As Emma looked around, her mind still racing with discovering just who exactly she was helping out, she couldn’t help but notice that though the house was gorgeous, it lacked…something. She couldn’t put her finger on it exactly.

“Have a seat,” Killian said, gesturing to the couch. “Make yourself at home.”

“It could be your home,” David smiled at Emma. When she just looked at him, he cleared his throat once before saying, “You know for two days.”

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Henry yelled, running down the stairs.

Emma stood up and said, “In here, Henry!”

Regina must have told him where to go, for it took a few seconds longer for him to run in than it should have. But when he came into the room, his smile was bright and he looked thrilled with what he just saw.

“Mommy, the room is huge! So big! And the bed, Mommy, the bed is so bouncy. And it’s a big bed, like you have!”

“You need toys,” Regina said, sitting in one of the winged chairs before looking at Killian. “You need way more toys.”

Killian shrugged. “I figured Henry could bring some.”

Regina sighed and David shook his head. “Man, I know that you aren’t around a lot of children, but they have a lot of toys.”

“Fine. We’ll get more toys.”

Emma, who was admiring the art work in the room, piped up, “You might need to get new things.”

Everyone was looking at her, which made her self-conscious. “What do you mean?” Killian asked. “What more could you possibly want in this house? It has everything.”

She nodded. “Yeah. It does. I mean, it’s beautiful, but…” She looked down at Henry, who smiled at her before taking off his school bag and taking his toy car out.

“But what?”

She looked up at him. “It doesn’t look like…like a home, you know?”

Regina, David, and Killian looked around. Regina and David started to nod, as though in agreement with Emma, but Killian looked almost insulted.

“It’s a fine home,” he insisted.

“It is!” Emma proclaimed. “It is, it’s just…it doesn’t look lived in. At all.”

“I agree,” Regina said with a nod.

“What in bloody hell are you talking about?” Killian said, louder than he should have.

“Temper,” Regina muttered as a warning, loud enough for Killian to hear.

Henry looked up at him. “We have to use our nice words.”

Killian looked at him like he could not believe those words were just directed at him. Before he could make another comment, David piped up, “I agree. It’s kind of…cool.”

“Exactly! We need to make it look like we’re all here, living together.”

Killian rolled his eyes before asking, “And just what did you have in mind, oh wife-of-mine-for-48-hours?”

Emma crossed her arms and tilted her head. “Do you want my help or not? Because I can leave here and not look back, fine by me.”

Killian took a deep breath and counted silently to ten before asking in a calmer voice, “Sorry. What do you have in mind?”

Emma still had her arms crossed for a moment before she released them and opened her purse that was slung across her body. She took out some pictures before holding them up. “Family photos. Surely families have pictures of themselves around the house.”

Killian nodded. “Yeah, okay, we’ll get some picture frames for them.”

She handed them to him before she looked over to an empty space that was almost in the shape of a hexagon. “And here,” she added, “We could put the tree here.”

“A tree?” Killian asked, as though he never heard of such a thing. “But Mr. Woodman is only going to be here for 48 hours!”

Emma turned to look at him. “A family with a young kid would definitely have a Christmas tree up the weekend before Christmas. Not a huge tree, mind you.” She looked back at the spot and for a moment and got lost in thought. She could almost see herself and Henry laughing as they put up the tree, and getting some old ornaments that Emma was able to scrounge around for. She smiled as she pictured Henry anxiously making sure the star on top was just right.

“Emma?”

She quickly looked behind her to see the three adults looking at her a bit curiously. “Sorry,” she said, before clearing her throat. “I just got lost in thought for a moment.”

Killian put Emma’s picture down on the coffee table before he sat down besides David. “Okay, so I imagine that you have some questions. Perhaps we should make sure that everyone involved knows their role before we start changing my house around.”

Emma nodded before going over to the other empty winged chair, and rubbed Henry’s head as she sat down. “Yes, I have some questions.” She cleared her throat before asking, “I’m getting my own room, right?”

“Yep. Next to the master’s suite is a small guest room. You’ll be sleeping in there.”

“And Mr. Woodman is staying here too?”

“Yes, there’s another room next to the library, which is where he will be sleeping.”

Emma went to ask another question before what he said registered in her brain. “Wait, next to the library…how many rooms are in this place?”

“A lot,” he said with a cocky smile.

Emma froze, looking at Killian and trying to remember how exactly she was supposed to breath. She hated that a small part of her was still….

No. No, she couldn’t think about that moment. She would get lost in her own thoughts again.  

Shaking her head, she continued, “What do we do with cooking and such? Because I can’t cook and I am certainly not cleaning up after you.”

“Well, I can cook if need-be,” he said, leaning forward. “As for cleaning, I have a maid.”

“House keeper,” David corrected.

Killian sighed before repeating, “House keeper. She’ll make sure everything is clean.”

“She knows what’s going on?”

“Yes. If you agree, she’ll meet with you and Henry to get acquainted.”

Emma nodded. “And this is next week, right?”

“Yes. The weekend of the nineteenth.”

Emma nodded once more. So the nineteenth and twentieth, Emma and Henry would be “working” for Killian. That still gave them four days to prepare for Christmas. Plus, Henry will be off from school for the Holiday break that week, so it’ll be even better.

Killian cleared his throat before asking, “So, do we have a deal?”

Emma looked at him and for a moment was brought back to that night three years ago.

“Perhaps you’re the one who couldn’t handle it,” she could see him smirking in her mind’s eye.

Shaking her head now, she cleared that imagine from her mind as she looked at Killian and replied, “Not so fast. I need to talk to my son.”

Putting her hand on his head, Emma leaned forward and said softly, “Listen, Henry, what—”

But she didn’t get to finish, because Henry yelled loudly, “Mommy, take it!”

Emma looked sheepishly up at Killian before standing up. She held out her hand and said, “It looks like you have a deal.”

Killian stood up and shook her hand as Regina jumped up and announced, “I now pronounce you husband and wife!”

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