Hello!!! I saw that Lovejoy was being interviewed by MTV and I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is an interviewer and interviews them and Wilbur is like flirting with them the whole time, I totally understand if you don’t write it. You’re an awesome writer by the way:))
first omg thank you for saying im an awesome writer! i really appreciate it!! 🥹 second; THIS RIGHT HERE I will try my best since I don't really know how to write flirty but I hope you like it anyways!!
*I tweaked it a little that the reader is a fan of lovejoy but thats just me self reflecting… also this is unedited and kinda rushed so please forgive me if its not good and there are any mistakes!
musicianbur x fem!reader
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“We are here with lovejoy at the biggest festival in new york city!” you didn’t try to hide your excitement as you spoke so enthusiastically into the microphone and looking directly into camera.
Lovejoy was one of your favorite up-and-coming bands. Working for an independent entertainment network gave you some advantages when meeting people in the industry you admired. But doing an exclusive interview with Lovejoy, you couldn’t wrap your head around. Since you first started listening to their music, you were so enthralled by their sound and lyricism, how could you not be a fan.
“How are you guys this hot afternoon?” you giggled and held the microphone towards the person standing closest to you, Wilbur. The lead singer of the band.
You would be lying if you didn’t find him attractive at all when you were standing right next to him. You couldn’t deny the nerves in the pit of your stomach standing so close to him that your arms bushed.
Following down the line were; Ash, Mark, and Joe at the end. They all chuckled at your remark about the weather and nodded in greeting.
“We're doing good! Just got off stage and feeling great! This is- well most of us anyways- first time in new york so we're excited to be here. ” Joe answered.
You nodded and brought the microphone back over to yourself.
“I was watching your whole set, and I gotta say, you guys were incredible! I am such a huge fan of you guys! I'm kinda freaking out that I get you to interview you!”
Other interviewers would always say that in apathetic tones but Wilbur could tell from the smile that graced your lips and sparkling eyes, your words were genuine.
“thank you so much, glad to meet a fan.” Wilbur winks. You almost stutter out the next question but play it off by clearing your throat, hoping the mic didn’t catch your falter.
“I know you guys love your fans, and they love you tenfold, so I imagine getting to meet them is such a great experience so, Do you have a favorite fan interaction?"
Mark was the one who answered the question first, but Wilbur wasn't listening to his response because he could not take his eyes away from you. In addition to being polite and praising their work so graciously, he also thought you were extremely attractive. Everything from your hair framing your face to your beautiful smile seemed to pull him closer to you like a magnet.
Wilbur's eyes burned into your skin while he watched you listen to Mark intently. You could feel him staring at you and it wasn't making you uncomfortable, but it made your pulse race in excitement. glancing at Wilbur briefly, He held your gaze for a few seconds before looking away quickly as he had gotten caught. You couldn't help but the mixture of thrill and confusion that washed over you. You knew something was happening between you two, but you weren't sure what it was.
Mark finished his response, then each member had answered until you had to hold the microphone up to wilbur for his reply.
"Yeah, I love every interaction I get with fans, especially when they're so genuine and lovely,"
You do not know why your mind automatically associated that with you, maybe it was the slight tone in Wilbur’s voice that gave you the impression.
At some point during the interview, Wilbur moved closer to you. Bystanders would see him shifting his feet to debauch his nervousness, but you understood what he was doing was on purpose trying to closer to you. The nearness between you made your face flush, and your heart quicken. You weren't sure what to do with yourself as every time you leaned over to let the others speak into the mic you were unintentionally brushing against Wilbur.
Sadly, the interview had to come to an end after you asked some questions that were sure to satisfy your producer’s. With an outro and a ‘cut’ from the camera man, you had called it a wrap.
Bidding your goodbyes to the band with firm handshakes and your genuine congratulations to their success you had finished your time with them.
When you turned to walk away to help finish packing up the equipment, a voice calling your name made you turn around in surprise.
Wilbur was jogging over to you with a nervous smile and reaching a hand over to you. He seemed like he had something on his mind he wanted to tell you so it was his turn to ask you a question. You waited with bated breath.
“I was wondering if I could get your number? if not I totally get it. I think you’re really nice and would maybe like to get coffee with me sometime?” Wilbur asks, shoving his hands in his jean pockets and rocking on his feet. It was honestly so adorable how anxious he was.
You on the other hand couldn’t believe the leader singer of your favorite band was asking you out- not asking you out- it was just your number and coffee. Maybe something more if you were lucky but, you wouldn’t get your hopes up.
There was no harm in accepting his offer to take you out so you simply said;
“I would love to,” Reaching for your phone in your back pocket, you handed him the device and he typed his number into your contacts.
Once he was finished, he passed your phone back to you and grinned, like he had just won the lottery he was so happy.
“I’ll text you so I can let you know when Im free!” you say, sliding your phone back into the pocket of your jeans. Wilbur nods.
“We leave in a few days, end of the tour so we get a few days off before flying home so i have plenty of time to see you.”
“Im looking forward to it,” you say and his smile brightens somehow.
With a quick hug and ‘message you soon’, you both say your goodbyes when you get an all clear from your crew the van is ready to go.
Wilbur went back to join in with his group falling into conversation. With one final wave as you both gave each other one last look of longing, you climbed into the van being greeted by air conditioning and sat back with a sigh.
You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach as you drove off from the thought of the next time you would see Wilbur soot again.
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Okay... 😭 I'm going to be honest I'm going to need you to explain how the hell gw*nriel became to be a ship (u can answer this privately if you'd like) this is coming from someone who read the books way before the spin offs came out, multiple times, and even after reading the spin offs i still don't get it cause really ? they dont even interact 😭 i rlly wish to be enlightened pls
Prefacing this by saying, anons, I will not make a habit of answering ship war stuff. It’s not my bag. Also you can’t answer anons privately fyi.
I’m mildly shocked you * need * me to do this, because I'm actually pseudo switzerland.
It is my belief that readers identify strongly with characters based on their own identity and experience. Gwyn is an easy character to love. She’s got a hard past, grace, and strength and is smart as hell. I personally think she’s rad. I want more from her journey. Exploration of many places, loves, etc. I want her gaining power. Cutting off male heads who are cruel to females. Changing the course of war with her scholarly knowledge.
ACOTAR is the first *romance* novel I have ever read. I come from reading solely high fantasy and sci-fi for many years. And in those novels, a plucky, rise from the ash warrior girl is nearly always the heroine. I am personally exhausted of the trope, which is endlessly recycled in sjm novels. For whatever reason im more interested in Elain as a heroine, who says nothing to anyone and bakes cookies and then stabs people in the neck, idk.
Regardless, Gwynriel is fun. It potentially has a lot of mirror imagery, charming banter, mutual healing etc. and girlies want that for Gwyn. She freaking deserves it. Girlies want Elain to find the same, albeit in a softer way. It does seem like so much of the ship leans on inference imo.
People on both sides of the ship war love to thrust the bonus chapter back and forth as 'evidence'. Long needling arguments about choice/ politics / jewelry / lightsinger shit / lust / wtf-ever.
Honestly that chapter had me mostly just wanting to chuck the whole series into the Sidra.
Like, both of those girls should flee for the hills after the Solstice Shit Show ™
Because Azriel displayed so many red flags it’s not even funny. And I say that as an undying fan of his wingspan.
Probably none of that text should be used as grounds for love, mating bonds, whatever tf.
That shit was wack as hell and terrible for all females involved.
That is all.
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If you had to lose your ability to smell either books or coffee... Which scent would you keep?
•| you mean would i rather lose my will to live? ha! uh. i think i would rather lose my ability to smell books. the smell of coffee is too much a part of my everyday life. i don’t think i could give that up.|•
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SOTW: Jared/Bryce, Chaz/Ash, Raf/Grace; out of the loop
For the prompt: I love the group chat. What are Raf Grace Chaz Ashley Bryce and Jared (or some combination thereof) talking about now?
Takes place between the latest part of Jared and the upcoming one!
Just for the record since you’re going to see us Friday and you’re only 97% oblivious. Ashley types. Carlo knocked me up.
Jared blinks, wondering who the fuck Carlo is. He didn’t think they were in an open relationship, and even if they were —
pls stop saying I knocked you up it sounds bad Chaz replies just as Jared remembers that Carlo is Chaz’s, like, actual name. A perfectly nice name, so why the fuck would he willingly go by Chaz?
!!!!!!!!!!! Bryce interjects over ‘Ashley is typing’.
I am experiencing THE MIRACLE OF LIFE. Ashley amends. Because Carlo knocked me up. Surprise!
omg!!!!!!!!! do u no if its a boy or girl yet!!!!!!, Bryce sends, then, rapidfire, asks if they’ve thought about names, when the due date is, if Ash is showing yet — Jared suspects she is, and that is exactly why they’re being informed in advance of seeing her — and if they have a baby registry, presumably so he can buy them every single thing on it.
wait nvm im callin u ash pick up ur phone!!!!!, Jared reads, and snorts.
Jared knows better than to ask anything himself, since his questions are, in order, ‘is this baby on purpose?’ and ‘do you know how absurd Bryce is going to be about this why are you making my life more complicated?’ and ‘how’s this going to impact summer training?’ and ‘seriously why do you go by Chaz when you don’t have to?’. He’s not a good enough person not to think them, but he is a smart enough person not to let them enter the world.
But fuck, Bryce. He’s probably bouncing on the balls of his feet impatiently waiting for Ashley to answer her phone so he can blurt out all those questions again, beaming the whole time. He’s going to go research the best cribs, and strollers, and whatever the hell, and then buy them. He’s probably as giddy as a kid on Christmas right now: a baby and an opportunity to buy shit? Bryce is right in his element.
Raf and Grace have been quiet. Jared narrows his eyes. Raf’s understandable, because he’s not a big phone guy, and who knows if he’s at team shit, but Grace is practically surgically attached to her phone. If this was news to her, she would have responded by now. Which means it isn’t. And if it isn’t news to her it probably isn’t news to Raf.
You told Raf and Grace already? he writes.
I was in NY two weeks ago., Raf writes, entirely unapologetic. Two weeks that he knew and Grace knew and obviously Ashley and Chaz knew, and yet nobody told Bryce and Jared, lowly Western Conference-ers.
jared dont be a jared, Chaz says.
Jared doesn’t know what that’s supposed to mean. Okay, he knows exactly what that’s supposed to mean but he’s going to be a Jared anyway. This is going to hurt Bryce’s feelings, and when Bryce’s feelings get hurt Jared wants to rip the world apart. Plus if Bryce reverts to sulkily calling Raf by his full name again because they told him first Jared swears to god —
This is blatant East Coast bias., Jared writes. I didn’t know that when you got traded you DEFECTED.
annnnd jared’s being a jared, Chaz writes, and Jared scoffs and puts his phone away. Raf and Chaz can have their secrets together, Jared doesn’t care.
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Jared can’t believe they told Raf weeks before they told them.
“Babe,” Bryce says.
“It’s rude!” Jared says. “You’re not supposed to like, rank your friends.”
And if you do rank your friends, Jared and Bryce should be ranked first. That’s just common sense.
“Raf was in town for a game,” Bryce says. “And apparently noticed when Ash didn’t have wine with dinner, and apparently he has like, one of those faces you have to spill to.”
“Why do you even know that,” Jared says. Raf absolutely does have one of those faces, though. You just blurt out secrets to that face. It’s completely involuntary and incredibly humiliating.
“Ash said,” Bryce says. “Don’t take it personally, it was like, early, you never want to tell anyone about a pregnancy too early. Miscarriages happen most often in the first trimester.”
Bryce sounds suspiciously like Ashley making excuses.
“I’m not taking it personally,” Jared says.
Bryce glances up at him.
“I’m not,” Jared says. “I thought you'd take it personally.”
“I didn’t,” Bryce says. “I don’t.”
“Good,” Jared says. “That’s all that matters.”
“Mm,” Bryce says, then gives him an expectant look, and Jared resumes playing with his hair.
“Did Ash say whether the baby was on purpose, or—“ Jared says.
“Oh my god, Jared,” Bryce says with a laugh.
“What?” Jared says. “It’s a valid question! They’re like, young. Younger than you. That’s like. Young.”
“Don’t worry, neither of us can get pregnant by accident,” Bryce says. “Or like, at all.”
Jared snorts.
“Why’re you freaking out?” Bryce says.
“I’m not,” Jared says.
Bryce blinks up at him.
“I’m not,” Jared repeats. “That’s just like. Grown up shit. I dunno. Like, everyone’s settling down. Moving away. Marriage. Kids.”
“We’re kind of already married, J,” Bryce says.
“I know,” Jared says. “I just — ugh. I can’t believe they told Raf weeks before they told us. Stop laughing at me.”
“I’m not,” Bryce says, and he isn’t, but he is grinning up at him, a grin that says he’s finding Jared patently ridiculous right now. Which is fair, because Jared is, in fact, being patently ridiculous right now, but still. It’s offensive. Bryce is supposed to be on his side.
“Always,” Bryce says, and turns his head to kiss Jared’s hand.
“But I’m being ridiculous,” Jared says.
“Little bit,” Bryce murmurs. “Play with my hair some more.”
“Fine,” Jared says, and smiles when Bryce makes a contented noise as Jared sinks his fingers back into his hair, silk soft and product free for once. Or like, probably not, he’s probably got like, some weird thing Jared’s never even heard of for like, silk-ifying, or soft-ifying, or body-ifying, or some bullshit, but he’s let it do its thing post-shower.
Bryce’s hair like this is Jared’s favourite, down to the little cowlick in the back, and he doesn’t know if that’s because he legitimately likes it, or if it’s just because he knows Bryce wouldn’t even answer the door with his hair like this, let alone leave the house. He’s very vain. Like, for good reason, but still.
“What’re you doing?” Bryce asks, his eyes shut.
“Nothing,” Jared says, and continues to try to mold Bryce’s hair into a little mohawk.
“Quit it,” Bryce says, turning his face into Jared’s belly, and Jared resumes petting until Bryce un-sulks, then goes back to making his little mohawk.
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HI IM IN LOVE WITH DEVIL IN A NEW SUIT!!!!! do u think u would add another part or drabbles?? like maybe jk’s ex crawling back back to him and asking for forgiveness or like just another drabble abojt them??? u don’t have to i just wanted to know because i’m OBSESSED W THEM!!!!!
[ read devil in a new suit ]
pairing. jjk x f!reader. rating. explicit. tags. malibu barbie returns, kook is still too nice, reader gets pissed off, and smut in the forms of: light bondage, titty sucking, use of a vibrator, heartfelt declarations of love without the L word. wc. 1.3k. author note. ask and you shall receive, nonnie... also tysm for the kind words!!! i’m so glad you liked it!!
She shows up randomly, weeks later, sitting in the lobby of the apartment building like she belongs there. (She doesn’t.) You wonder, with a sour expression, what Jungkook pays his exorbitant condo fees for - how she’s managed to sneak in when there’s a dedicated concierge meant to keep the riff-raff out.
“Baby!” The blonde is surging to her feet, smoothing down the hem of her dress. It’s an objectively pretty thing, this reflective material that throws her curves into stark relief and looks like it was made for her. Which it probably was, given her spending habits.
She advances quickly - all but throws herself against your partner - and curls her French manicured nails into his fluffy hair. He doesn’t immediately push her away.
What the—
The greeting comes before you can voice your displeasure, far too kind and familiar for your liking. “Hi, Keek.” Luckily - for him, for your twitching palm - he doesn’t return the hug. Simply extracts himself from her arms and throws her that stupid cute smile of his.
You’re five seconds from a nuclear explosion, something straight out of a Hollywood action film.
“It’s been so long,” Malibu Barbie purrs, pouts as if the inventor of puppy dog eyes isn’t standing right before her. “I’ve missed you.”
You’re not sure what’s going to come out of Jungkook’s mouth next. You don’t want to hear it - already livid over the exchange that’s happened thus far. “Sorry—” You’re not - lying through your neat white teeth as you shoot an arm out between your wide-eyed boyfriend and his idiot ex. “Can I help you?”
The girl - Kiko, was it? - stares at you for the longest moment, as if she’s trying to figure out where she recognises you from. You can practically hear the Windows shutting down noise as the seconds stretch on.
Then, without another word, she’s got her focus back on Jungkook. Sweet darling Jungkook who simply remains silent, bottom lip caught and worried between enamel.
“Who is that, Kookie?”
God, you want to throw up. Fight her, maybe too.
“This is—” You’re glaring daggers at him, daring him to give the wrong answer. “This is my girlfriend.”
“Your girlfriend?” She laughs as if it’s a joke, flutters her obnoxiously long eyelashes.
You’ve had enough, seizing Jungkook’s much larger hand in your own, practically yanking his arm from its socket as you stalk toward the elevator. Irritation skips up your spine, settles like a weighted chain necklace around your throat. You mash your knuckle against the call button. (If you’d used your nail, you’d have surely snapped it.)
You don’t miss the expression in the mirrored wall, Barbie still standing where you’d left her. Your smile is simpering, wholly artificial. And then she’s gone from view and it fades, slips into something even worse.
“What was that?” It comes in a whisper, gritted past your teeth that turn to ash.
“What was what?” Your boyfriend has the audacity to look surprised, peering down at you as if you’ve just asked the weather or the time. There’s not even an ounce of guilt - nothing to be found in those big round eyes of his.
It’s times like these that you resent the person Jungkook is, too soft and kind to tell people to fuck off.
You can’t blame him, though. This is how he’s always been, even if it’s gotten better over the months. At his core, he’s just marshmallows and Lucky Charms, milk and cookies on Christmas morning. (You love these things about him, even when they drive you absolutely insane.)
“Are you mad?” He asks when you barrel out of the lift, push into his apartment with the key that sits alongside your own. You don’t answer - know you’ll say something (deservedly) petty - and instead focus on hanging your coat, setting your stilettos into your side of his hallway closet. “Baby?”
You make it halfway down the hall before he’s scampering after you, threading his arms around your waist and burying his face into your hair. It’s such a sweet gesture that you almost soften, almost let him get away with murder.
“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” The idiot - your beloved idiot - seems terribly proud of this fact, smile pressed against your neck.
“I’m not,” you seeth, shoving his hand off you.
He knows you’re lying.
“Tell me, baby,” he purrs, eyes so wide and innocent you curse him internally.
Would do so verbally, if there weren’t a gag blocking the way, rubber slick with saliva and tears that’ve mingled into an absolute mess. It’s snug around your head, buckled into place and kept from hurting by the goose down pillow keeping you semi-upright.
(Even when he punishes you, takes you over his knee or cuffs you to the bed, he’s considerate. Thoughtful beyond all comprehension.)
Jungkook rocks back on his heels, half-seated on the bed between your spread knees. He’s picturesque, beaming brightly, devastatingly handsome in his comfy pants (a material that feels like heaven any time it brushes your heated skin). His chest is delightfully bare, the only blemish across the supple expanse being the glint of his silver chain, hanging over you and tickling your sternum when he graces you with the occasional chaste peck.
The hand holding the unassuming black and gold device between your legs shifts, presses it just that much deeper within your walls, and he grins. “You were jealous, weren’t you?”
It’s shameful, how wet you are, how slick pools down the crack of your ass, how your entire body trembles, heart rattling around in your ribcage. It’s unbelievable how weak you are for him, completely at his mercy as he rains pleasure upon you.
You nod, grimacing when the bob of your head has spit transferring from your chin to the valley between your breasts.
A hand tracks through the drool and lube (chocolate delight, because Jungkook has a sweet tooth), rubbing the mixture lewdly over your aching nipple. It strains beneath his touch, perks and pebbles with each pass of his tattooed fingers.
When he tweaks it - yanks so hard your back arches off the bed - he soothes the other, laving over the peak with the flat of his tongue. Between your legs, the vibrator goes and goes, pressed lightly against your most sensitive spots. Stimulated inside and out, it feels like every nerve ending is shot, burnt to hell by the match he strikes and pours gasoline over.
Fireworks spark before your eyes with each passing moment, growing in intensity the longer the device runs, the more time he spends sucking your tits into his mouth.
It’s too much - feels like heaven and hell all at once.
But it’s not what sends you over the edge - isn’t what has you coming apart all over his hand, soaking through the delicate material of his pants. It’s his voice, crystal clear past the haze of lust, whispering sweet nothings.
It’s your unbelievable, incredible boy telling you all the things you ache to hear.
“Nothing to be jealous about, ____. You’re the only one for me.” He offers his heart just as readily as he does bliss, granting you an earth-shattering orgasm that starts at the base of your spine and threads heat to every limb. He sucks his affection into the swell of your breasts, fucks the silicon toy into your dripping heat, makes you come apart even as he holds you together.
It’s nirvana with him, a place you only find in his arms, his bed, wrapped up in his warmth.
You sink into it, sob his name as he repeats yours back to you - makes it the only sound you ever want to hear. Finishes with a kiss to your trembling body, planted right beneath your belly button. “All mine.”
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Her Angel Chapter 3
Lady Belle runs from her wedding and seeks the help of a poor spinner.
Originally written for the Rumbelle Showdown under the pen name “Ercnal.”
Read on AO3
“Open in the name of the Duke!”
Lady Belle of House French and Rumpelstiltskin, the spinner who had saved her life, sat in the darkness of his hovel. For a brief eternity, both of them stayed frozen in fear, their hands clutched together.
“They’re here for me,” Belle whispered. “Gaston is going to take me away and force me to marry him!”
Another knock thundered at the door.
“I-I have to open it.” Rumpelstiltskin didn’t let go of her hand.
“I know,” she breathed. “Go ahead.”
Thinking fast, Belle broke from Rumple and turned to the hearth. She’d slept the first part of the night on the packed dirt in front of the fireplace. Her golden wedding dress was lost in the river. The shift she wore was muddy and wrinkled. But she still wasn’t dirty enough!
She stirred the embers into a blaze, as she had seen the servants do back home. Then, as Rumpelstiltskin hobbled over to the door, she took a handful of cold ash and rubbed it over her face and neck. She grabbed the blanket off of Rumpelstiltskin’s bed and threw it over her head and shoulders. Maybe it would look like a peasant woman’s shawl. It covered her clean hair and hid the shape of her young body.
Maybe this would work.
Before he opened the door, Rumpelstiltskin looked over his shoulder at her. They had known each other for less than a day, but already they understood what the other meant without saying a word. He was asking, Was she ready?
She nodded and he opened the door.
Two men stood in the doorway. At least, one was a man--a big, burly fellow in a sergeant’s uniform. The other figure was hidden in a darkness inkier than the night, face obscured by a rich cloak. The figure was roughly the same size as the sergeant in height and breadth of shoulder. But there was an air of power about this person. Something great and terrible was wrapped around him just as much as his cloak.
“G-good evening, milords,” Rumpelstitlskin stammered. “W-what can we do for you?”
The sergeant pushed past him to enter the hut. The figure in the cloak followed, gliding smoothly over the ground like an eel through water.
The sergeant spoke. “By order of His Grace, Duke Gaston de Trousdale, every house must be searched for a runaway girl.”
“We’ve no girls ‘ere, dearie,” Belle garbled her voice and took on the accent of a peasant. It sounded terrible, but she pressed on. “Just a fine little boy. He’s asleep in the ‘ayloft and I’ll thank you not to wake ‘im with your noisy ‘orses!”
There were no lies in what she had said. Rumpelstiltskin’s son Bae was in the hayloft and Belle did hope that he stayed asleep. And she was not a girl. She was a woman who could decide her own fate.
The figure in the cloak said nothing, but silently turned his attention to her.
The sergeant looked around the little hut. There wasn’t much to see. Certainly no place where this poor spinner might be hiding a future duchess.
“You two are married, are you?” he asked.
Belle drew herself up to her full height and began to bluster. She had seen this sort of thing in a play once. “Whot kind of question is that, dearie? Whot kind of people do you think we are?” She marched over to the shocked Rumpelstiltskin and grabbed his hand. “I’ll ‘ave you know I owe this man my very life! I would never disgrace him by ‘aving loose ways! ‘Ow dare you, sir! I never in all my days!”
The sergeant took her ranting in stride and kept looking. When he came upon the pallet in front of the hearthfire he kicked it. “So if you two are married, and your son is in the hayloft... who’s sleeping here?”
Belle opened her mouth and then shut it again.
Drat.
“We were,” Rumpelstiltskin came to her rescue. His hand around hers was warm and soft. “I mean, we weren’t sleeping. But… certain things… are better on a firm surface. I’m crippled, you see, and that is… more of a comfort on my back.”
The sergeant began to laugh. “Is that why it took you so long to open the door?” His sniggers became guffaws. “Did we interrupt a moment of ‘marital bliss’?”
Rumpelstiltskin looked at the ground and didn’t say anything. Belle felt him trembling beside her, about to cry. The sergeant chuckled at the idea that a man like Rumple and a woman like her could ever be married, could ever desire each other. How many other people had laughed at the angel who had saved her? How many other people thought it ludicrous that Rumple could be loved?
Belle’s pretend bluster exploded into genuine rage. “Whot’s so funny about it?” she screeched. “This is a good man you’re laughing at! He’s a loving father and generous to strangers! If I ‘ave a chance to give ‘im otherworldly delights, why shouldn’t I take it?”
The color rose in Rumpelstiltskin’s cheeks, but his smile was lovely in its gratitude.
The sergeant was polite enough to hide the rest of his laughter behind his hand. “All right,” he conceded. “They do say there’s someone for everyone.”
For the first time, the cloaked figure spoke. His voice was deep, with strange rumbling echoes.
“Very well, goodwife. You have proven that this is indeed your hearth and home. Come, Hordor, we best continue our search elsewhere.”
Once again, the figure floated instead of walking to the door. The unnatural smoothness of his movements was unnerving. But at least he was leaving and taking the sergeant with him. For just a moment, Belle felt her heart lift.
Then the dark figure turned around.
“Before we go, may we have some tea? Our journey has been long, and we must fortify ourselves. And did I not hear that you are generous to strangers?”
“O-of course,” Rumpelstiltskin began to hobble for the fireplace. “Allow me to--”
“Is it the custom in this land that the man of the house tends to domestic duties?” It was a polite question, but the dark figure intoned his words like a final judgement.
Belle and Rumple exchanged a look. They both knew that she had never made tea for herself in her life. She had watched him make tea after dinner, but how could she make it look like this was her home? That she was making tea for her own husband as a wife might do every night?
She would have to try.
“I-Is there water in the kettle, love?” she began as she walked back to the hearth. The fire was going nicely now, and the heavy black tea kettle hung from an iron bar on a hinge.
“Yes,” Rumple said. “The boy filled it before he went to bed.”
“Good,” she said with a false smile. That at least would spare her having to go out in the dark and find the well to get the water.
“And he put the tea leaves in the wooden box on the shelf beside the fireplace, just like we told him too.”
With that hint, Belle found the tea leaves easily. “He is such a good boy!”
The sergeant and the cloaked figure sat at the long farm table and watched her work. The hut was so quiet she could hear Rumpelstiltskin gulp before he spoke.
“So you’re looking for a girl?” he said. “Who is she? What did she do to offend His Grace?”
“Lady Belle of House French,” the sergeant answered. “She ran away from their wedding--at the very chapel door. Our lord don’t take kindly to being…” he searched for words, “dismissed, rejected, publicly humiliated.”
“But if she didn’t want to marry him--”
“The maiden broke a contract.” The dark figure cut off Rumple with tones of doom. “She made a promise to my master and she must fulfill her end of the bargain.”
Belle’s heart raced. Teacups. Where were the teacups? There were three mugs on a low shelf. Were those the same vessels they had taken tea from after dinner? Was that all Rumple had? Would that be good enough to give to company? The water inside the kettle bubbled noisily. The tea would be ready soon, but where were the cups to serve it in?
And they would probably want sugar too, wouldn’t they? And cream. Where did Rumpelstiltskin keep cream? She had heard of peasants putting jugs in streams near their houses to keep things cold. Did he do that? Where was the stream? Where was the sugar? The rest of her life hung in the balance of how well she could make tea!
“Do you need help, darling?” Rumple called over to her. “I know ever since we moved things you’ve had trouble remembering where they should go.”
“Moved things?” the sergeant spoke before Belle could. “What things do you have that would be moved?”
“Well, the treacle, for instance,” Rumple said. “We had kept it near the oat bin, but now it’s on the third shelf.”
There were quite a few things on the third shelf. What in the name of all the gods was treacle? It had to be important, or Rumpelstiltskin wouldn’t have mentioned it. But what was it? Belle ruled out the herbs and dried fruits she recognized. There was a small earthenware crock that seemed to be full of some kind of sticky brown syrup. And there was a little bowl that contained a mound of fine white crystals.
So that was the sugar at least! Whatever treacle was, she could worry about it later. The mugs were the best she could find, so she put the tea leaves and sugar into them.
“And where have we put the cream, love?”
She panted, as she held the iron kettle. It was heavier than anything she had ever lifted in life. She wrapped the handle with a rag to keep it from burning her hands. Pouring the boiling water into the mugs, Belle prayed that she wouldn’t spill. Peasant women were expected to be a lot stronger than she ever had been.
“W-we’re all out of cream, sweetheart,” Rumple said softly.
“Funny that you don’t know that, mistress,” the dark figure said. What was visible of his mouth held no amusement at all. “And odd that you would have cream at all, impoverished as you are.”
“Aowh!” Belle exaggerated her fake accent even more. “Sorry, dearie! I fort we ‘ad put some by, for when important people came to call.”
“Oh yes, everyone knows you can keep cream for months to save it for special occasions.” The sergeant snickered.
Cheeks blazing, Belle handed the mugs of tea to the three men. As she gave Rumpelstiltskin a mug, his fingers brushed against the back of her hand and he caught her eye. His gaze was warm and hopeful. For a moment, her heart calmed, and her panic dissipated. For a moment, when she looked into his eyes, she was home and everything was all right.
Then the sergeant spat out his tea.
Time froze. An arc of liquid hung in the air between the sergeant’s lips and the tabletop. Each brown drop showed an image in the firelight. Belle saw her own dismay, her knowledge that she had failed, reflected in the tea. Rumpelstiltskin’s sorrowful eyes lit up with shock, even as his lips grimaced around the rim of his teacup. And by some strange trick of the light, Belle could see the face of the dark figure, but only in the tea drops. Dark eyes gleamed with self-assured malice, something almost like amusement.
He had known who she was from the beginning.
Time started. The sergeant’s tea splattered to the table and he spat the rest out onto the ground.
“I-is something wrong?” Belle asked lamely. She was caught, but she couldn’t back down.
“Salt,” Rumple looked down as he put his cup on the table. “You put salt in the tea.”
“That wasn’t sugar?” Her voice was normal. All the pretending melted away in the face of her honest mistake.
The sergeant stood up. “Why would a poor spinner have sugar, my lady? Why would you expect fine sugar and rich cream in a miserable shack like this?”
“I…” Belle backed away from the two men so she was near the hearth again. Maybe she could grab the kettle. If she swung with all her strength she might be able to hit one of them. But which one?
Rumpelstiltskin stood up quickly on his bad leg. “Please, milords! We are just a humble family. My wife doesn’t always know what she’s doing, but that isn’t a crime! Please…” Trembling, he clung to his staff. “Please just leave us be.”
“Do you think we’re stupid?” the sergeant sneered. He lumbered around the table to grab Belle.
Kettle in both hands, Belle planted her feet in the dirt floor and prepared herself to heave. She managed to lift the iron thing over her head. It was on a clear course to collide with the sergeant’s beefy face. With any luck, the blow would knock him out. They could figure out what to do with the other man after that.
The kettle went up, but it wouldn’t come down. It wasn’t falling. Belle pulled on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. It seemed to be frozen in mid-air.
There was a glow around the kettle. The purple light was unlike anything Belle had ever seen, but she knew what it was.
Magic.
The man in the dark cloak stood in front of the table. What was visible of his face was calm. He had only one finger extended. It seemed to cost him no effort at all to destroy every hope Belle had ever had of happiness.
“No!” Rumpelstiltskin shouted. In one quick motion, he swiped his staff toward the dark figure. The movement knocked over a teacup. It fell to the ground and chipped.
The dark magician only had to twitch his hand to push the attack away and leave Rumpelstiltskin a crumpled heap on the floor.
“No!” Belle shrieked. “Don’t hurt him!”
The sergeant grabbed her by both wrists and pulled her away from the floating tea kettle. “Why should we spare him, my lady? The man did impede the Duke’s servants from their duty. Do you want to make it worth our while? Do you want to make a deal with me and my friend here?”
“Enough,” the dark figure intoned. “We have our quarry. Let us be done with this.”
“Please!” Rumple reached up from the ground,
“Apologies, ‘dearie.’” The cloaked man looked down on Rumpelstiltskin while the sergeant hoisted Belle over his shoulders. “It is the Dark One’s magic that binds the girl now. And only the Dark One’s magic will ever free her.”
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I hope it's cool for me to drop another one, you just write them so well. Z: “Zip me up?” PriceMarsh
Absolutely! Prepare for a near-lethal dose of pricemarsh fluff.
CW for referenced homophobia and implied internalized homophobia. Also references to Rachel’s death because I can’t not at least mention that.
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There’s no reason for Chloe to feel so nervous. It’s only prom. She’s never been one of those girls who considers their high school prom to be a pinnacle of her life to be surpassed only by her eventual and inevitable wedding day. Before she and Kate started dating, Chloe would’ve laughed at the idea of even going to prom. She was way too cool for all that mainstream, cliche high school shit even before she dropped out.
But here she is, sitting in the cab of her truck in the parking lot for the girls’ dorms, sweating through her tuxedo shirt as she tries to work up the nerve to go meet her prom date. Nervous. She and Kate have been official for a few good months now, but they’ve never done anything this, well, official. Chloe bought a corsage and everything. She’s wearing her dad’s old powder blue tuxedo from his prom, taken off mothballs for the occasion (lucky for her he was a total beanpole when he was in high school; Joyce barely had to take it in at all). It’s fucking go time.
She flicks her lighter a few times to steady her nerves. God, she wants a cigarette. But she knows Kate hates the smell even though she tries not to complain, and she wants tonight to be perfect. Not for herself, of course - she’s still too much of a hardass punk to care about going to prom, much less about having it be some kind of magical experience - but for Kate. Because Kate cares about going to prom, and Kate deserves a perfect night. She deserves, at the very least, a prom date who doesn’t smell (and taste) like an ashtray. If Kate’s going to risk outing herself to her family with prom photos of her with an obvious lesbian on her arm, well, Chloe’s going to be the best goddamn arm candy she can be.
She tosses her lighter into the glove box and switches off her stereo, silencing the pump up mix she’d been playing to get psyched. She takes a deep breath to ground herself. Okay. Okay. Now it’s go time.
She grabs her tuxedo jacket off the passenger side of the bench seat and slings it on as she opens the door and hops out into the parking lot. She pulls out her phone and texts Kate.
Me: im here
Me: u ready to wreck shit up w ur hella hot prom date?
Kate: Almost :)
Kate: I need your help with something. Can you come up?
Chloe suppresses the instinct to shout NO EMOJI and restricts herself to a polite: sure
She checks herself out one last time in her side mirror. Her hair’s freshly dyed and combed to a silky sheen, every strand perfectly in place. She’s got a tasteful amount of eyeliner on, like any good pirate, and it makes the blue of her eyes pop. The tux looks surprisingly good for something that’s been packed up in the attic for longer than she’s been alive, and it accents her hair and her eyes both.
“Your father would be so happy for you. I wish he could’ve seen you.”
Chloe swallows down the sudden lump in her throat. She already sobbed her eyes out enough when Joyce was helping her get ready; she’s not picking up her prom date with raccoon eyes if she cries her eyeliner into a mess (again). She adjusts her lapels (what was it with the late seventies and ridiculous lapels?!) and her blue butterfly boutonniere and strides toward the dorms.
There are several people standing outside, copping a last smoke before prom. Victoria Chase is one of them, flanked by two girls Chloe only vaguely recognizes. She’s pretty sure the bottle blonde smoked her out once at a Vortex party after she’d lost track of Rachel, but she’s not sure they ever exchanged names. Victoria flicks some ash off her cigarette as Chloe nears, but she pointedly avoids Chloe’s gaze rather than engaging her. So, still kind of an ice queen but maybe she’s learned a modicum of civility in the wake of the absolute clusterfuck that was last semester, between her best friend getting arrested along with her favorite teacher for a gross assortment of sex crimes. And murder.
Chloe’s stomach twists violently at the memory. Fuck, last fall was a shitshow. She’s pretty sure she wouldn’t have survived learning about Rachel’s murder (officially “death by misadventure” because the Prescotts have lawyers out their ass, but Chloe’s nobody’s fool) without Kate’s shoulder to cry on. Chloe still doesn’t believe in god, but if she did she’d say that Kate’s been an absolute godsend.
Chloe spares the girls by the door a quiet nod in greeting as she passes, and two out of three return it (fuck you very much, too, Unnamed Brunette Sidekick). She climbs the stairs to the second floor and hustles to Kate’s door. Her whiteboard is blank today, so Chloe takes a moment to draw a cartoon heart on it before she knocks.
“Chloe?”
“The one and only,” she replies.
“It’s open; can you let yourself in? Alice is being a handful.”
“Ooh, bunny shenanigans!” Chloe opens the door and slips into the room, closing the door swiftly behind her in case Alice is in danger of escaping. Alice’s cage is, indeed, empty, and the bunny is nowhere in sight. What Chloe can see, however, is about half of Kate poking out from beneath her bed. She shouldn’t laugh. She really shouldn’t. She does anyway. Kate’s legs just look so formal as they stick out from beneath her bed at awkward angles, politely wrapped in dark tights and the jumble of what is clearly a very pretty dress that deserves better than to be mangled and coated in dust before it can even get its moment in the spotlight.
Kate giggles, so at least she’s aware of the ridiculousness of the situation and probably isn’t mad at Chloe. “She just will not go back in her cage! Can you help?” Kate flails out a hand in Chloe’s general direction.
Chloe crouches next to the bed and takes Kate’s hand, helping to slide her out from under it. “Hey, bun-bun,” she calls softly to the bunny beneath Kate’s bed. “Your favorite person is here! Come say hello!”
Kate gasps in mock offense and swats Chloe’s arm. “Her second favorite person, thank you!”
Alice hops tentatively out from under the bed and wiggles her perfect little nose at Chloe. “Ah-ha!” Chloe reaches down and gently picks her up. “Got you, you little rascal. Were you making life difficult for your momma?” She gives Alice a nuzzle.
“She’s been such a naughty bunny tonight,” Kate sighs. “I can’t tell you how many times she tried to nibble my dress. And poor Alyssa! Alice got half her corsage before either of us figured out what was happening.”
“Aww, I missed Alyssa?”
“Sorry; she had to finish her own makeup. She did mine, too. Is it too much? I haven’t gotten a chance to check.”
Chloe looks over at Kate and nearly topples over onto her ass, bunny and all. Kate looks beautiful, but that’s nothing unusual; she always looks beautiful. The subtle makeup that Alyssa’s used on her sets off her natural beauty perfectly, understated but lovely as always. Her hair’s in a braid with loose tendrils framing her face, which is a style Chloe’s never seen on her before and definitely could get used to seeing. And her dress is… Well. It’s a lovely dress; Chloe’s no great authority on dresses - she hasn’t worn one willingly since she was about four - but she can tell that much. It’s definitely picked up some dust here and there from Kate’s adventure under her bed, but it’s still obviously a nice dress. Tasteful, of course, or at least it would be if it were zipped in the back.
Which it definitely isn’t.
On anyone else, it would still be a modest look. But on Kate… This is by far the most of her that Chloe’s seen in months of dating. Kate’s very much a “take it slow” kind of person, and even though historically Chloe’s tended to be more of a “take it as soon and as often as I can get it” kind of person she respects Kate’s boundaries and is happy to let her girlfriend set the pace. So getting an eyeful of Kate’s naked collarbones, the round curve of an exposed shoulder, the suggestion of a bared back is basically the Kate Marsh equivalent of a nip slip.
“Um.”
“Oh, no, is it too much? I asked her not to do anything too excessive…”
“No, no, makeup’s fine. Great, even. You look… amazing.” Chloe wobbles onto her feet and holds out a hand to help Kate up. She presses a kiss into Alice’s soft fur and walks her over to her open cage. “Okay, cage time for bunnies. No more mischief tonight.” She tucks Alice inside and locks the cage door behind her.
“You’re so good with her,” Kate says, wrapping her arms around Chloe’s waist from behind. Normally she’d burrow her face into Chloe’s back, but she restrains herself and Chloe appreciates the effort to preserve the integrity of her suit even as she misses the contact. “This is the best behaved she’s been all night.”
“What can I say? You’re her mom; of course she’s going to rebel. Me, I’m more like the cool aunt.”
“Hmm. Cool step-mom, maybe.”
Chloe’s face warms with blush. She reaches down to place her hands over Kate’s and gives them an affectionate squeeze. “You, uh, you almost ready to go, babe?”
“Almost.” Kate pulls back and Chloe turns around to face her. It’s a struggle, but she keeps her eyes fixed on Kate’s face even as they long to trace the delicate, graceful line of her clavicles. Then Kate turns her back to Chloe, glancing back at her over her shoulder with a soft smile. “Zip me up?”
Chloe blinks stupidly for several seconds before she answers with a silent nod. Her mouth is too dry to speak human words. She has to close her eyes and collect herself for a moment when Kate turns her head away again, waiting patiently for her assistance. Her hands are actually shaking as she reaches for Kate, which is stupid. She’s literally stripped women before. She’s just helping one put more clothes on. Her hands shouldn’t be shaking over that.
She tenderly sweeps Kate’s braid aside with one hand, draping it forward over her shoulder to keep it clear of the zipper. Her fingertip barely skirts against the bared skin of Kate’s back, but she can feel her warmth like a brand. Chloe takes a deep breath in and blows it out slowly to steady herself as she reaches for Kate’s zipper pull. It’s only when she sees Kate squirm slightly that she realizes she’s released her breath directly against Kate’s exposed back. She freezes.
“It’s okay,” Kate says when she feels Chloe tense up.
Chloe tries to force herself to relax. She attempts to ease the zipper up and it catches within the first inch. Tentatively, she reaches to brace one hand against Kate’s hip for leverage. The zipper slides free and Chloe delicately zips up the back of Kate’s dress. It traces the elegant line of her spine up toward the perfect points of her shoulder blades (Chloe notes two small birthmarks on Kate’s left just above her bra and suppresses the urge to lean down and kiss each in turn).
Chloe reaches around to gently guide Kate’s braid back to its rightful place when she’s done. She leans in boldly to press a kiss to Kate’s (still bare) shoulder, pausing millimeters away to give Kate time to signal her yes or no. Kate gives a small but unambiguous nod and Chloe kisses her shoulder firmly. Kate reaches her other arm across to tangle fingers in Chloe’s hair, holding her there gently for a moment.
Kate gives a contented sigh when Chloe pulls back, slipping her fingers free from Chloe’s blue locks. “Sorry if I messed up your hair.”
“Worth it,” Chloe tells her with a grin. She steals a quick moment to check her hair in Kate’s mirror, prompting a knowing giggle from her girlfriend. The damage is minimal; definitely worth it. She tidies it with a few quick sweeps of her hands.
Kate steps into the frame and slips an arm around Chloe’s waist. Chloe reciprocates with an arm around Kate’s shoulders. “What do you think?” Kate asks. “Prom Queens?”
Chloe wrinkles her nose. “I’ll be happy as long as they don’t dump pig’s blood on us. Anyway, I think someone would have to stuff the ballot box pretty hard for me to get elected anything at Blackwell after I dropped out.”
“A year after you left to pursue other options,” Kate corrects her. “Now that you’ve got your GED, I don’t think you technically count as a dropout.”
“Aww, but it’s my whole identity,” Chloe teases. She dips her head to drop a light kiss to the top of Kate’s head as Kate scowls playfully.
“Guess you’ll have to develop a new one, then.” She squeezes Chloe’s hip hard enough to shut her up. “You look really good in that tuxedo. I can’t wait to show you off.”
Chloe raises her eyebrows. “Yeah? Not still worried about what people are gonna say when they see our prom pictures?”
“I’m still concerned,” Kate says thoughtfully. “But I’m more excited. I never thought I’d get to have this.” She turns to look at Chloe, and there’s so much warmth in her eyes that Chloe feels a sudden threatening prickle of tears in her own. “My mother and aunt fed me so many… bitter thoughts about what being gay might mean. All the things I’d never get to do or have because I didn’t think that gay people were allowed them. I never thought I’d get to love someone so much. I never thought I’d get to be loved in return. I never thought I’d get to just be a normal, happy girl on prom night, getting ready with her prom date to go and dance with her friends and have fun like anybody else. But look at me. Look at us!” She turns back to the mirror, leaning into Chloe’s arm. “We’re doing this. I’m going to the prom with my girlfriend, and we look amazing together, and we’re going to pose for stupid pictures and dance until our feet hurt and celebrate with our friends, and at the end of the night you’re going to walk me back to my room and kiss me goodnight because I won’t have to worry about my lipstick anymore and it’s all going to be perfect. And even if it isn’t perfect, it’s going to be ours.”
Chloe feels like she’s going to shake apart she’s so close to crying, eyeliner be damned. “H-hey, Katie?”
“Mm?” Kate turns to look at her sweetly, and god how did Chloe get so lucky to end up with this incredible girl.
“How much do you really care about the lipstick thing? Because I really want to kiss you right now.”
A dimpled smile breaks out across Kate’s face and Kate goes up on tiptoes, touching Chloe’s face lightly as she tilts up her face to kiss her. Chloe does her best to kiss her back like a normal person and not like a drowning woman. “Not as much as I care about you,” Kate answers when they pull apart again. She wipes a stray tear from Chloe’s cheek. “Are you okay?”
“I’m so fucking okay. I might be the most okay I’ve ever been in my whole stupid life.” Chloe plants another kiss on Kate’s forehead. She’s about to start leading Kate to the door when she realizes she’s forgotten something important. She fumbles the corsage out of the inner pocket of her dad’s jacket and presents it to Kate. “Come on, let’s finish getting you suited up so we can light up the fucking dance floor and give all the haters the middle finger. The metaphorical middle finger,” she amends when Kate starts to open her mouth. “Not gonna get myself thrown out of your prom; don’t worry.”
Kate holds out her wrist and Chloe has to bend to slide the corsage into place. There’s a surreal moment when she’s holding Kate’s perfect hand in hers and gently guiding the corsage into place, practically down on one knee to get the proper angle, where she wonders if this is what it might feel like to propose. She can see it so clearly in her mind’s eye: getting down on one knee, probably wearing this same tuxedo because that way it’s like her dad would get to be there, still holding Kate’s hand, still looking up into her beautiful and shining eyes as she gazes down at her with more love than any human heart could hold, Gramma Price’s ring resized to fit Kate’s finger…
Chloe wobbles, suddenly lightheaded, and Kate reaches out to steady her the way she always does. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Kate asks again, brow furrowing slightly with concern.
Chloe presses a reverent kiss to Kate’s knuckles and rises back to her feet. “I’m good,” she says, trying not to sound as dazed as she feels. “I’m great. I’m fucking amazing. You’re amazing. We’re amazing. Let’s go show all of Blackwell how fucking amazing we are.”
Kate nods, grinning. “Yes, please.” She holds out her hand and Chloe takes it. Before they can make it all the way to the door, Chloe’s phone buzzes in her pocket. With an exaggerated sigh, she pauses to check it.
Mom: Chloe Elizabeth Price, don’t you dare forget to send me pictures!
Kate reads over her shoulder. “Maybe we should show your mom how amazing we are first?”
Chloe grumbles and rolls her eyes but obligingly opens up the photo ap on her phone. As annoying as Joyce can be (seriously, wtf with the Mom ESP?!), Chloe knows that Kate relishes this kind of maternal approval and that she’s never going to get it from her own mother. Joyce has her faults - fucking hell does she have her faults - but even Chloe has to admit that she’s been pretty awesome with Kate. She’s all but adopted her, honestly.
Chloe holds up her phone and lets Kate nestle under her arm. A perfect fit as always.
“Say ‘prom night!’” Kate says, grinning giddily.
“Prom night!” Chloe says without taking her eyes off of Kate, and she takes the picture.
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Duchy Conversation 4
[27/03, 4:29 AM GMT - 27/03, 6:13 AM GMT]
[The following transcript details the conversation is between one of the Crown ARG Discord members and Duke on Twitter]
Donti: “Hi! How was your day?
Its me again :)c
((If its late or youre sleeping dw about responding :p))”
Duke: “Forgive my tardiness, my embroidery was enchanting me so that my ears laid unaware!
How do you do, Donti? It is the Duke speaking. I must say, my sister has quite the opinion of you!”
Donti: “Oh its great to talk to you again Duke :D I hope I left a good impression! Is your embroidery going well?”
Duke: “It is going quite splendid! The Crown truly does spoil us, giving my sister and I such rich-coloured thread. Truly we are fortunate for his generosity and love.”
Donti: “Ohh! Good colors always make embroidery fun! What are you making?”
Duke: “I must ask though - as a sheep yourself why must you graze on such nimble hearts? Wolves are not supposed to concern themselves with the opinions and thoughts of prey such as yourselves but Prince is but a pup, why must you all be so cruel? I am quite interested in the answer, you see, because it is I who saw the tear tracks down faers face and I who heard the drums of despair in this household.”
Donti: “Oh..
Are you talking about blunt anon?
All of us are very angry at them, whoever they are.
I promise they do not reflect us as a whole.”
Duke: “To answer your previous question however, I am making a rose for Baroness. I do feel horribly for how I was unable to aid her with her spoiled dress so I do hope this gift soothes her and shows that there is no ill will from I to her.”
Donti: “Thats nice! Baroness loves flowers and nature! Thats super thoughtful of you. Im sure she'll love it :D
But back to Prince... Are fae ok? we're worried about faem.”
Duke: “"Blunt anon" is quite a peculiar name I must say. Indeed that is the scoundrel I speak of. It is wonderful to hear that you all are not that way - frankly, if I suspected you were the one to make Prince cry I would have simply neglected to respond, as is customary when one deals with enemies of one's family. Prince is currently recuperating, poor thing. A bleeding heart only leads to death and yet fae still has not learned that yet. I do wish you to send out a warning if you would be so kind - do let anyone know that if they ever treat Duchess in such a matter they will swiftly come to regret it. A gentleman does not revel in violence but she is my most dearest sister.
I thank you for your kind words however, I do indeed hope she enjoys my gift so - do not tell the others but she may be the only one in this family I can truly connect to on an intellectual setting, besides my sister of course.”
Donti: “Ill tell people not to be rude to Duchess. Not that they would.. Im pretty sure they like her :D”
Donti: “"Blunt anon" came when people would send... Rude asks to people. It was originally just blunt questions. But it escalated to... What happened to Prince :( We're trying to find them, but theres only so much we can do
Oh wait! have other people reached out to you all yet?”
Donti: “I know some of my good friends have talked to duchess.. But not to you yet!”
Duke: “Ah, indeed people have reached out and only Duchess was there to greet them. It pains me of course but I found myself with activities to do throughout the day. Schooling is still important to Duchess and I so that took up quite a bit of time - do not tell Crown but I was indeed spending time taking in the beauty of ballet instead of working purely on my Latin. Tea time too is an important affair, especially for I, and then it is always important to spend time with ones sister! So alas, you have been the only one I have graced with my thoughts and feelings out of your crowd of sheep.”
Donti: “Hm. I like the name sheep... Its a little kinder than "plebs"
You seems to like a lot of.. Elegant things! (I hope thats the right word) like embroidery and ballet! Where did you learn such refined taste :oc”
Duke: “Where did I learn such refined tastes? They have always been apart of me, you must understand. The Crown helped unlock those parts that I kept buried deep away and help nurture them. Oh such a brute I used to be! No care for the finer things in life, only one-upping my beloved sister. To think I used to slide in the dirt just for a measly point - bah! Truly I am in much debt to the Crown, for without him I still may have been a unruly fool.”
Donti: “... You played sports before you met Crown?”
Duke: “My sister and I both did, yes. It does not do well to dwell on such miserable times, Donti. This is why little one you are still a lamb.”
Donti: “Oh! If you don't want to talk about it, you dont have to! ^u^ Friends dont force their friends to talk about uncomfortable things!
Hm... But if the plebs are sheep... And I am a lamb... Who is the shepard...?”
Duke: “How sweet! Tell me, little lamb, who do you think the shepherd is? Or if there is one at all?
If you are a little lamb then I must ask, is there a Mary to be found alongside you as well?”
Donti: “Hm.... I think from our perspective the shepherd, (or shepherds in this case) would be our lovely mods :D
But from your point of view? Its most definitely Crown!
Andd.. Im assuming a Mary is a leader... Little lambs follow Mary after all... Hm. A lot of us have shown leadership at some point in time or another! It really depends on the scenario!”
Duke: “Intriguing.
It depends on the scenario you say?”
Donti: “Yep! People take charge depending on whats happening, and sometimes theres no leadership, just us discussing and working through it!
Why do you ask?”
Duke: “When the flocks have gone and left and all there is is the gentle bobbing of the water, who do you trust to save you from drowning? While you thrash and scream and feel yourself weaken who do you look towards for guidance? When the taste of salt kisses the interior of your esophagus whose name is on the tip of your dying tongue?
For I, it is the Crown, as he saved my sister and I from exactly that fate - but who is it for you?”
Donti: “Hm.. As a "flock" we all support one another.. That way, we can have multiple points of support! One person supporting that many people would be very stressful for that one person, you know”
Duke: “Of course.
Even then in a home all parts play along and join in the symphony but even with that, some are still load-bearing.
Who would be your load-bearing walls? All I ask is for some simple names, you understand. My curiosity is much like a cat, you see. Only satisfaction may truly bring me back.”
Donti: “Hm.. Are you asking for the names of my friends?
Well. There's Jack and Raeva, whom Duchess has spoken with, I think. Llyr, Ren, and Luna are also friends of mine. But I try not to burden them.
They are not so much load bearing pillars, but more of frail walls to shield me from the cold.”
Duke: “The drifting breezes that bring forth frost and tremors truly are such tiresome times. That you have shields is wonderful and it does ease my heart, but I do feel as though I must impart some wisdom else I'd be an unfavourable acquaintance - do try and build yourself a roaring inferno, little sheep.
Have so much fire around yourself that the winds cannot glance your way and even the Grand Archer Yi looks on with fear.”
Donti: “... And what if the fire burns me?
What then?”
Duke: “Do you think yourself unable to control the flames?”
Donti: “...Yes. Flames are temperamental, after all. When the inferno's dried up every last bit of water and eaten all of the wood, what will it turn to?”
Duke: “You want the answer to be yourself, I can see you reaching for it with an outstretched palm. Here is the truth: you can quell flames easily with just a few words. You can breathe in the ash and let the smoke dissipate. You do not have to be burned.
Ah, but these are just fun matters to think about. Do not dwell on my words too much. I would hate for you to overthink just simple pondering.”
Donti: “...Ill take your words to heart, friend. Even if it's just banter.
How do you know this?”
Duke: “Do not cause yourself concern with such a thing. In case I have caused you to distress then please do take this video as repentance. Isn't it so lovely how she spins?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqejv_BQ7Zg”
Donti: “Oh! that is a pretty video.. I wonder how long it took for her to make it so effortless..?
Do you dance?”
Duke: “Such an exquisite form of art. The mastery she has put forth would bring others to shame and ruin. A true professional since birth. I myself do not dance in this way - my sister and I are well versed in the waltz and ballroom dance as is customary for our statuses - but ballet alludes me. Alas, if only that was the direction I chose for my life to go but no matter - I have embroidery, poetry and oil painting to keep me truly green from envy.”
Donti: “Those are very enviable hobbies! I imagine you're skilled at them too! As for ballet... Ive heard that in order to dance that way, one has to go through great pain. I'd hate for you to experience that”
Duke: “A bit of suffering is always worth the pain if beauty and joy can be received in the end, do you not think?”
Donti: “As long as youre happy, I suppose!
I’m sorry to cut this short, but its getting late for me! And probably for you too ^^
I hope you rest well!”
Duke: “I hope you have humble dreams and a quiet rest. Goodnight, little lamb.”
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👀 Does Kama like to peg Ash? 👀
u know what... ? u know what ?
KamAsh headcanons (AND NSFW HEADCANONS) time!!!!!! i don’t care anymore i had fun writing the kama*master ones
so have these !!!!! might also become a character analysis and trivia because i cannot stay consistent when im talking about them !!!!
reminder bfore i start: ITS FINAL ASCENSION KAMA. NOT THE OTHERS.
ok we’re good now
i think kama tops by default in every relationship they’re in, but their true strength resides in the fact that they are vers. and i believe that ash is ALSO vers. because flustered kama is a luxury and super cute and delicious and BECAUSE YOU WOULDNT LET YOUR GOD OF LOVE TOP YOU ???? ARE YOU SURE ??? YOU WOULDNT LET URSELF BE PAMPERED BY UR GOD ? ARE U REALLY SURE ?
ash is very cute because he’s gap moe, his respect for parvati shows that he’s not just a rage machine and can very much think normally like ur regular gold hearted delinquent anime boy !!!! god i Love him... anyway, i think he respects kama enough to look out for them and worship them like a proper God!! i believe that ash would call kama things like ‘your divinity’, ‘your grace’ (and if u have some jp knowledge, i think he’d add “-sama” to their name) because they... are god? (i think arjuna and karna also call them like this !! polite mahabharatan warriors are good boys)
since ash never married in the epic, i like to think that it’s because he was very much focused on his duty and ALSO because his participation in the war was out of loyalty towards king dhritarashtra and hastinapur so he was... perhaps planning on getting married once the war Ends ??? HE WAS OUT THERE FIGHTING !!!!!!! but we all know what happened to him (sheds a tear)
anyway i think he’d be a bit of a masochist. (the room falls silent and you all look at me)
SORRY THAT WAS VERY HARDCORE ALL OF A SUDDEN but hear me out, FIRST OF ALL this man was able to endure an immortality curse until lord krishna eventually decided to free him so he’d join the throne and SECOND OF ALL, in his interlude he speaks of looking for ways to repent because he regrets what he’s done. and since we’re kinky over here, i’m gonna throw gentle femdom in the mix bc i think it fits them and its cute. especially because kama is literally the best person he could apologize to. and the only person who’d make his repentance pleasurable (because its their mcfreakin talent !!!!!) even if it technically wasnt his fault, i think his need to atone would just... overpower that and he’ll want to do anything kama wants, just to earn a crumb of forgiveness (without being desperate about it because... HES GOT AN EGO STILL, COME ON)
i like to think that he’s tried to apologize properly before... in a tense moment when they’re both more calm and alone. but kama stopped him because it’d just make things worse. if kama loses the need to have a grudge, will they even be useful as a servant anymore ? would they forgive themself for being so lenient ? forgiving their murderer’s protégé when they havent even had proper revenge ? kamadeva might have been a benevolent god before, but now they’re a lot more malicious (mara...) and this pointless anger would just make them look like an idiot (because servant shiva doesnt exist (YET?)). and i think ashwatthama would understand.
so he won’t say the words “i’m sorry” because it’d just hurt them.
THO WILL HE STOP LOOKING OUT FOR THEM AND SPOILING THEM ? no he will not
kama would find him interesting because he’s perfect bullying fodder but as i said before, it doesn’t work on ash. HE’S A WARRIOR ??? A CURSED IMMORTAL ? DO U THINK THAT PETTY PRANKS LIKE THE ONES KAMA DOES WOULD AFFECT HIM ? “are you bored ?” he asks while they’re trying to surprise him from behind and jumpscare him, without even turning to face them. kama groans in defeat.
SEDUCTION DOESNT WORK ON HIM EITHER AND THATS SO FUNNY but thats where it becomes subtle, he grows attached to them because they’ve gotten used to eachother’s presence (and strength in battle... small things like that). love can be born out of simple things!! blatant bimbo seduction doesn’t work on him but when he comes to wake kama up, and they’re too lazy to get up or float and groggily order him to lean forward so they can hold onto his shoulders so he’ll lift them up when he straightens himself is...
he’d find it cute. they’re cute. when they reach the cafeteria it’s still quite early and he already knows what they like to eat and get their plate ready for them while they’re waking up and yawning. god... they’re cute... its so subtle and cute...
......ok time to be horny !!! (TOMATOES GET FLUNG AT ME)
i think that they’d reach this stage after a while, when kama just gives up on bothering him cuz he’s annoyingly strong (and ganesha is more fun to bother anyway) and since they’re around eachother very often, kama would grow comfortable around him. same for ashwatthaman ! they’re very nice to be around when they’re calm and just chillin.
the only teasing kama hasn’t tried on him is being openly horny and come onto him, asking him things about himself. and ash revealing that he’s never done these sorts of things before (HES A LIL MAD CUZ ITS EMBARRASSING ... DAMN... !!!), i think it’d give kama ideas. I MLAUGHING TYPING THIS BC I DIDNT THINK OF HOW THEY’D COAX HIM INTO GETTING NAUGHTY YET AND IT SOUNDS LIKE A BAD PORN INTRO AHHHHHHHHHHH
ok yeah like i said i didnt think of the coaxing yet but knowing ash, kama could turn it into a competition and make fun of him a little and he’s ready to go. arrogant dummy.
he’s polite but his arrogance is a charm point because he’ll def want to prove himself to the god of carnal love. imagine kama’s reaction when he actually outfucks them.
HONESTLY ? I BELIEVE HIS WARRIOR STAMINA WOULD JUST BE INCREASED ONCE HE BECAME A SERVANT. AND KAMA WAS NEVER A WARRIOR theyre a lavish and lazy god.
BUT THEIR EGO IS WOUNDED and their shocked reaction is cute and ash wants to keep holding them for a little longer
their sessions genuinely feel like hatefucking at first since they’re both weirdly competitive like that but then, guilt hits and kama feels like an idiot because they just came onto someone thats supposedly their enemy??? and they’re a bit distant in the aftermath, they almost... look a little shy.
ashwatthaman isnt beating himself over it as much as they are tho. it felt good, he got to see a new side of them he never thought he’d get to see so intimately and... he outfucked God :) SO HE IS PROUD. but looking at them lying there, breathless and looking all sad worries him. so i can see him leaning forward and spooning them, holding their hand and kissing their fingers and it’s such a soft gesture, kama stutters and asks “Where.. where did you learn to do that.” and seeing their reaction, Ash blushes as well and explains that he saw his father kiss his mom’s hand once???? AND ITS... SUCH A CUTE AND OBVIOUS REASON. kama feels dumb for asking but it makes them chuckle.
and i think seeing someone who constantly looks so tired and depressed, have a genuine little chuckle would melt ash right there. i think he’ll want to see more.
AND FROM THAT POINT ON, i think kama would also get used to this... intimacy they start to share. when he wraps his arms around them he always hugs them in this protective way, as if he wanted to shield them from something. and when he holds them like that, they always feel the need to wrap their legs around his waist, hide their face against his neck and Allow him to cuddle them.
they both have an ego u know aha. so if u openly ask them about eachother, they’ll get embarrassed and shut u down. IT’S... IT’S NOT LIKE THAT (sweats)
it is. it is like That.
ANYWAY THEYRE BOTH VERY VERSATILE and ash is pretty much into everything kama could teach him about. like i said earlier, he’s also fine with being manhandled, mostly the feeling of kama’s nails gently pressing against his skin, or being bit. i think he’d be into getting a lil feral.
a mutual once said that sexually liberated ashwatthama is hot as hell and i feel it in my bones.... kama coming onto him after a particularily short mission that got ash angry but not enough to let out some steam --> they get pounded into the mattress and they live for it because riling him up when he’s like that is actually really fun.
OBSESSED WITH THE BOTH OF THEM SLOWLY SEEING IT AS A GAME AFTER A WHILE...
OH ash bottoming is also very cute. his first times would be awkward but kama is a pro at this anyways and i’m finally going to answer ur ask: YEAH HE GETS PEGGED !!!!! he finds out how excited he gets when kama calls him a good boy !!! and he never knew that he was into these sorts of things but holy shit it feels nice.
when kama gives him his first blowjob he almost loses his mind
what i really love about kama is that they can see how tense he gets, even if he’s having a great time, and i know they’d teach him how to relax. EVEN WHEN THEY’RE RIDING HIM, they’ll massage his pecs and his shoulders, set the pace and squeeze down on him just to hear him moan. stare at his surprised little face because he didn’t know he could make THAT kind of nois e ? ? ? ? ?
HE’S EMBARRASSED but he doesn’t want them to stop
OH YEAH i wanna come back on the whole masochist thing (I GET SNIPED), him getting repentance and being punished through sex is both very liberating and hot as hell, especially when it’s kama. ashwatthaman moaning ‘your divinity’ like it’s a prayer is also hot as hell !!!!!!! IDK i just think that they can both get very intense, and also last a while, until they’re thoroughly SPENT.
...and leave room for softness. kama gently brushing his wet hair behind his ear, leaving him breathless and a little shy. they then lean in to kiss him and he immediately melts into their touch. but then they bite his lip. and he ... he Likes it but he could almost pout.
time to get a little angsty (i lock gazes with you) i think that after a long while of sharing such a relationship, ash would almost say The Forbidden Words in a daze. and kama deeply kisses him so he stays quiet. and they’re just staring at eachother, until kama tells him that he’s not allowed to say it. and if he does, it’ll almost be a betrayal towards shiva AND themself. they’ve grown impossibly close but neither of them can say Those Words because they both feel like they’ll break something.
also bc they both have huge egos.
but i think that deep down they really want to say them.
another variant of this is kama wanting to make him admit it, have him say Those Words. but because of his blessing and respect towards lord shiva, he cannot. both because of the guilt and that it’d end up feeling like a lie, even if his touches, his kisses and the way he looks at kama screams otherwise.
BUT REE WHAT ARE THE FORBIDDEN WORDS
"I Won't Say (I'm in Love)" Hercules (1997).
is this enough of a clue ;;);)););;;))))))) HAAHA
THEY HAVE SO MANY LAYERS TO THEM ITS UNREAL
anyway shower sex hot !! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
i also think that them mutually jerking eachother off is hot as all hell and ONCE AGAIN, flustered ash who doesn’t know what he’s doing (at first) is cute !!!! cute !!
ashwatthaman LEARNING from kama is also a big fave. they’re abt to bathe in kama’s luxurious bathtub they had master buy for them and they’re removing their earrings and he silently leans forward and bites their ear and suddenly their face is red. god. huge dummy god of love. i love them soooo much its unreal
THEIR DYNAMIC IS BASICALLY.. I WONT SAY IM IN LOVE but still look at eachother like they’re newlyweds everytime they get intimate and (sheds a tear) i think theyre super married
GOOD GOD .......BODY WORSHIP IS SOMETHING THEYRE BOTH HEAVILY INTO ALSO. both giving and receiving, even if kama is a lot less obvious about it and a lot more smug.
oh, i think ash would be the loudest between the two !! THIS ONE WAS OBVIOUS. hearing him like that would also coax kama into making more noise as well so its win-win
ok to be honest i think i should draw porn of them being soft like... THERES DETAILS I HAVE IN MIND THAT ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO WRITE DOWN IN THE HEADCANON FORMAT and i’m too nervous about writing fics (looks away) but i have things to draw.
ANYWAY I THINK THIS GOT VERY LONG ????????? SO IM GONNA STOP HERE. IF U MADE IT THIS FAR: THANK U FOR LISTENING TO MY BRAINWORM !!!!
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Heartbeat- Part 2
This is the second part in my Ben Hardy series involving a Gwilym love triangle, I hope you will all like it, thank you for the lovely feedback on the first part.
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Summary: Ben and (Y/n) haven’t been together long when they find out their pregnant. But (Y/n) fears she’ll lose the baby after suffering miscarriages before with her ex, Gwilym who is making things complicated.
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"Where are we going?" Ben cast his eyes down to the left so he could see (Y/n) as she walked beside him but the only look he received was a roll of her eyes.
His words were partially muffled considering he had a half-finished cigarette pressed between his lips in the right hand corner. It was a wonder to (Y/n) that it didn't fall from his lips and spill ash onto his clothing but it dawned on her that he must have had a lot of practise considering how much he smoked and how long he had the habit.
She watched him for a few moments, concentrating on the way that he didn't even remove the cigarette from his lips, he simply pressed it tighter between his lips and blew out the smoke from the other side of his mouth. (Y/n) knew if Ben had been wearing lipstick it would be smudged all over the end of the bud and have none left on his naturally red lips. His eyes were only just visible behind the very tinted sunglasses sat snugly on the bridge of his nose but she could see he wasn't bothered or phased by her focusing on his bad habit.
"You, are going for a walk." (Y/n) finally responded after tearing her eyes away from Ben's lips when he removed the smoke from his mouth and clasped it between his index and middle finger instead. It took a lot of will power for (Y/n) to keep looking up at him instead of allowing her eyes to wander down to his hand and see the way he held both the dog lead and the smoke so easily, showing he had done this before.
"Alright, where are you going then?" His brows rose and his head shook slightly from side to side as he rephrased his question to suit her liking.
"To drop a present off with Audrey, then I'll catch up with you."
Her eyes couldn't help but study Ben as his chin tipped up in understanding before he bent his neck and shoulders forward until he could place the cigarette back between his lips to take a drag before leaning back up to his full height.
"And that's Gwil's mum, right?" Yet again, the words passed through his lips along with the cigarette that flicked ash onto the pavement with how it tilted up and down as he spoke with ease yet caution for the habit he was holding.
"Yeah."
It had been Ben's idea to head out for a walk since it was a nice day and on his days off he normally went for long walks with Frankie. (Y/n) decided to tag along but she had to take a detour so she could drop the present off on time rather than bring it round late which she couldn't abide by. Presents, especially birthday presents, should be given to the person either days beforehand or on the day in question, a late present was not an option in (Y/n)'s mind.
"So, you're still on good terms with her?" Ben's left hand tightened around (Y/n)'s to fight off the chill in the air that was slowly turning his hand to ice, whereas his other hand was fine from Frankie constantly pulling on the leash to try and go quicker.
(Y/n) leaned her head against Ben's arm as they continued to slowly walk down the pavement, getting closer and closer to their destination. She didn't have the nerve or the will to go and see Gwilym again and give him the present to give to his mother and (Y/n) knew it would be more personal if she turned up and gave the present to Audrey herself. It would be nice to see her too since it had been a good few months since (Y/n) had seen or talked to her.
"I'm on better terms with her than Gwil. I've known her for a few years now and she's always been kind to me, it feels wrong not to at least give her a card on her birthday."
There was a faraway tone to (Y/n)'s voice like she was slipping into a daydream but she managed to hear Ben's hum of understanding before her mind really wandered away without her.
For the five years that (Y/n) had been with Gwilym, his mother had always been a friend to (Y/n). She was kind and caring and took (Y/n) in almost as her own straight away and even though things between her and Gwilym were not at a good stage right now, (Y/n) had nothing against Audrey and vice versa. Even though she was no longer with Gwilym, it felt wrong to even think about cutting all ties with his family, in the least with his mother because they had gotten along so well and she had been there for (Y/n) through some tough times.
"It's this one up here... I'll catch you up in about five or ten minutes." (Y/n) came to a stop just before Audrey's house and turned to face Ben, rolling her eyes when he dropped the stub of a cigarette to the floor and crushed it beneath the heel of his shoe.
"You don't want me to hang around at the corner?" There was a small smile on Ben's lips because he already knew the answer but he thought he'd ask anyway.
"No, how am I going to look if I turn up to give her a present with my boyfriend hanging at the end of the street waiting for me? It's not polite, Ben." (Y/n) leaned her head to the side as she bit down on her lip, hoping he knew she wasn't ashamed or trying to be rude. But (Y/n) knew it wouldn't be nice to turn up and have Audrey spot Ben looking over at them waiting for her. It would be insensitive, like driving here with him waiting in the car for her.
"Neither is lying to her if she asks you to come in, but I get it... what if Gwil's there?" Ben's eyes darted to look over at the house like he was expecting Gwilym or someone else to be staring out of the window wondering who was stood chattering on the pavement outside the house.
"It's not like I'm staying." She shrugged her shoulders but Ben could already see the nerves rattling through her eyes and her body.
"You'll have to talk to him eventually, you'll need to tell him about the baby-"
"No." (Y/n) tightened her hand around Ben's until she was surely cutting off his circulation. Her chest already started to tighten like there was rope tied around her chest just at the thought of the baby. Any time Ben tried to bring up the subject (Y/n) shut down on the inside and out until he dropped the subject completely. Part of him understood but the other part was beginning to worry. "Not until we're passed the marker."
When (Y/n)'s breathing started to become rapid and shallow, Ben nodded and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into his chest. He had a feeling that any talk or discussion about the baby would have to wait until the twelve week scan and he knew (Y/n) wasn't going to tell a soul until they were past fourteen weeks or even later. He could understand that because she wanted to make sure and be safe but it was still making him nervous to see how panicked (Y/n) got at the mere thought of the baby.
It was already getting to Ben because even though they were in the very early stages, he was desperate to tell his mum. He told her everything, she was one of the closest people to him and this was something he was yearning to talk to her about but he couldn't until (Y/n) was calm and okay with it.
"Go on, I'll see you in a bit." There was a soft tone to his voice and a certain look in his eyes that sent shivers running up and down (Y/n)'s spine before his lips were on her own and she could taste the smoke and nicotine lingering on his lips.
(Y/n) missed his touch as soon as his hand slipped from her own and returned to his pocket where he retrieved a fresh cigarette and his signature electric blue lighter. She took a few steps into the small front garden before she turned to watch Ben sliding the leash onto his wrist so he could cover the end of the smoke to light it properly. A wave of smoke like a flurry of powder parted from his lips before the lighter disappeared back into his pocket and his head dipped down, encouraging her to head up to the front door.
When she had walked up the few steps and was finally stood in front of the fire engine red wooden door, (Y/n) held her breath to try and calm herself down when she pressed the doorbell. She held the string handles of the flowery bag in both hands, tightening her grip until the string was cutting into her palms.
It felt strange, almost like an intrusion to turn up unannounced like this when she wasn't technically part of the family anymore. She guessed she'd never really been part of the family, she and Gwilym had only been engaged, they were never married which (Y/n) saw as a saving grace now, considering how their relationship had turned out. But she wasn't intending on staying, she didn't even want to step inside the house, she was only here to deliver a present and wish Audrey a happy birthday.
The moment the front door opened, the small, nervous smile that had previously been on (Y/n)'s expression slipped away immediately when her eyes set on Gwilym.
Shock was clear on his face, he didn't think (Y/n) would either remember his mother's birthday or that she wouldn't bother to get a present or come and visit her. His mouth opened but for a few horrid moments, he couldn't find anything to say.
"(Y/n)..." Was the only word to pass through Gwilym's lips as he stared at her in surprise, but there was something else in his eyes that (Y/n) couldn't work out.
"I- I brought a present, for your mum." (Y/n) raised the bag in her hand as if to prove that was the reason she had turned up unannounced like this.
"Come in."
It took all she had not to bite her lip and let her anxiety show, she hadn't wanted to go inside, it would be much easier if he just got his mum to come to the door and see her. But then again this was easier for Gwilym because it meant he wasn't being rude or inconsiderate towards (Y/n), he didn't want to exclude her or be hateful when it was kind of her to get his mother a present.
Nodding her head, (Y/n) stepped inside and followed Gwilym through the familiar house and into the living room that had cards held up on the mantle piece and in the bay window. There were a few balloons in the other corner of the room and an assortment of presents, half of which were still wrapped up neatly.
"(Y/n), oh dear it's so good to see you! Come, sit down."
(Y/n)'s smile turned more genuine when she looked over at Audrey who was sitting on the sofa next to the window, a bright yet bewildered smile as she clearly didn't think she would see her today.
"I'm fine, I won't stay... I just came to give you this, happy birthday." It almost felt awkward when she handed the present over to Audrey, it had never been like this before. (Y/n) always arrived with Gwilym and they came in, had a drink and sat chatting as they handed the presents to whoever it was having their birthday. (Y/n) never arrived on her own out of the blue without the intention of staying for a drink or a catch-up.
(Y/n) didn't like this feeling, she didn't like how awkward it felt and how different everything was going to be from now on. But she had made this decision, it was her choice to ruin things and make a fresh start and she couldn't take it back, nor would she ever choose to go back.
"Thank you dear, you really didn't have to... oh, it's my favourite." It wasn't much, (Y/n) knew that but she thought giving Audrey a bottle of her favourite perfume would be an adequate gift.
"Are you staying for a drink?" The smile on Gwilym's lips was almost endearing and he looked so innocent and almost young with his shoulders pulled up and his hands stuffed into his pockets from uncertainty. His expression and the way he was looking at her through his lashes almost made (Y/n) cave and say she would stay, but she couldn't. If she stayed she would be allowing everyone to think that things were almost back to normal and if Gwilym got that impression then things would take a horrid turn when reality came back to him.
"I... I can't, I'm sorry. But it would be nice to catch up soon, I hope you have a lovely day." (Y/n) could feel tears welling up in her eyes when she looked between Gwilym and Audrey who nodded with a kind expression saying that she understood.
"I'll walk you out."
(Y/n) could feel the tears building up behind her eyes when she exited the living room and headed back down the hall to reach the front door. It felt like she was moving on into a new chapter and when she left this house, she would never be able to revisit this part of her life. Change was a good and bad thing in (Y/n)'s eyes, she had been desperate to leave the relationship with Gwilym and wanted nothing more than to get together with Ben. But leaving Gwilym's family she had grown close to was hard and she didn't know if any of Ben's family were going to take to her or like her or if it would be awkward and unsettling.
"Are you okay?" Gwilym reached a cautious hand out to (Y/n)'s arm when he noticed her faraway yet rather worried expression. Not trusting her voice, (Y/n) simply nodded and managed a hum in response. "Thank you for that, you didn't have to."
"It's her birthday..." (Y/n) waved her hand as she spoke, trying to smile but it felt too hard and forced.
She didn't know if she would be doing anything like this anymore either, she was friends with Gwilym's sister but if everything with the baby worked out then (Y/n) wouldn't go through with seeing his sister on her birthday because (Y/n) would be about six or seven months pregnant by then. That would be too unsettling for them all.
"Look, I'm really sorry about what I said before, it was uncalled for. I don't want to fight with you or lose you, you mean too much to me-"
"It's okay... I don't want to fight either, and Ben's your friend I don't want to be in the way of that."
(Y/n) could already see where Gwilym was going and she didn't want him to go there at all. He meant a lot to her but her feelings for him had changed but she knew his hasn't towards her. Gwilym still held a torch for her but (Y/n) couldn't do anything about that, she couldn't lead him on but telling him it was never going to happen wouldn't really do much either, he couldn't turn off how he felt no matter how she wished he could.
But she also knew that if things with this baby worked out, Gwilym was not going to hold that torch for her any more, she doubted he would even want to talk to her anymore. He would think the worst of her, he would be rightfully angry and upset that she was having a baby with Ben when it didn't work for them. He would be angry that (Y/n) had moved on with Ben so quickly after leaving him.
(Y/n) didn't want to hurt him but she knew it was bound to happen, things were out of her control now.
"(Y/n), please... I-"
"I should go." When Gwilym's hand moved to try and hold hers, (Y/n) turned towards the door and stepped outside, quickly letting go of his hand. Ripping her hand away from his so suddenly would be rude and uncaring but holding his hand for too long would give him the wrong signals and she couldn't do that.
She wanted to be with Ben.
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Pursing his lips Ben leaned his hips back against the kitchen counter, folding his arms over his chest as his head subconsciously tilted to the side. His eyes followed her movements like looking away from her only for a second would allow her to disappear from sight.
He couldn't work out what was wrong.
There was a distant look in her eyes that was beginning to unsettle him but it wasn't just that which was concerning. It was the way (Y/n) was holding herself like she was weighted down but trying so hard not to crumble to the floor. It was the way that her movements were slower than normal implying either her reactions were slower for some reason or that she was being more careful and calculated about even just putting one foot in front of the other.
Her expression was also worrying to Ben because there was something behind her eyes, something on her mind that he couldn't see but he was desperate to find out what it was.
"Tell me what's the matter." His voice was so calming, so gentle yet with an edge of worry but he realised just how stuck in her mind (Y/n) had become when she only just registered his words.
When her head turned in his direction, (Y/n) felt a rush of adrenaline surging through her stomach and chest when it felt like Ben's eyes were looking right through her. The words were forming in her head but her lips felt like they were glued together and her eyes couldn't look into his own for more than three seconds before she looked down to the plate in her hands that she was cleaning.
She couldn't dare move her eyes to look over at him when she stood next to him to reach up for the cupboard to put the plate away.
"Baby, I know something's up, talk to me." Ben uncrossed his arms and held onto (Y/n)'s hands until she let the plate slip from her hands and into his own. But as soon as it was out of her grip, (Y/n) was holding onto the counter to steady herself like she thought she was going to topple over.
Ben really didn't want to have to prize whatever was wrong out of (Y/n) but something was up and if she didn't tell him it was only going to drag around with her and make him worry.
"I have to go to the doctors tomorrow." (Y/n) could barely hear the words herself and it surprised her that Ben didn't need her to repeat what she said. She tipped her head down so she was looking at the little dots and swirling patterns in the counter-top she was leaning against so she didn't have to see the confusion and worry in Ben's eyes.
"Why?"
Reaching his hands out, Ben held onto (Y/n)'s arms until he managed to prize her hands off the counter and turn her so she was facing him. One hand moved to rest on her hip whilst the other gently pressed under her chin to tilt her head up so she was finally looking at him. Ben knew for a fact this wasn't planned, it was out of the blue because it was at such short notice. He knew this appointment hadn't been scheduled weeks or even many days in advance.
"I'm having a scan because I'm bleeding." (Y/n)'s voice was quiet but there was something behind her voice pushing her words and stopping her from choking up or sobbing through her words. This wasn't the first time (Y/n) had had to explain this situation to someone and the more it happened, the more numb she started to feel.
"A lot?" Ben's finger subconsciously dug into her hip before quickly releasing when he realised how tightly he was holding her. He knew sometimes a little blood wasn't a worry or a problem but if the doctor had told (Y/n) to go in and she had been through this before, it didn't look very good.
"Not heavily, but it's enough." (Y/n) was desperate to hang her head or look anywhere else but Ben's anxious, pained eyes but his hand stopped her. "This time won't be any different-"
"You don't know that." They didn't know for definite that they'd lost or were going to lose the baby. Something might be wrong or nothing at all could be wrong, the baby might be lost or they might be perfectly fine and they would find out tomorrow. Ben would rather stay the tiniest bit hopeful now, just for a bit longer than destroy every hope when nothing was certain yet.
"Gwil was right, I'm not going to be a mother. This time isn't different or special just because it wasn't planned." (Y/n) couldn't help the way her words cut through the air with a vicious tone, the bitterness was swelling up inside of her until it was consuming everything.
(Y/n) had deluded herself into thinking that this was some kind of miracle or something special because this baby wasn't planned. She tried to believe that this had happened for a good reason since the baby was out of the blue but it was just like every other time she wanted to be a mother. She was lucky if she got to go to a twelve week scan and fourteen weeks was the marker she had reached once and only once but even that didn't last long.
This fantasy wasn't going to happen just because (Y/n) willed for it to since she was with a new person in a new home trying to restart her life. Some things just didn't change.
"Maybe it's not different or special this time around, but that doesn't mean it's worthless or predictable. You didn't expect to leave Gwil when you did, you didn't expect to be here with me right now and neither of us expected this baby. Forget about what Gwil said or what happened before, this time things might just surprise you."
The firm tone to Ben's voice and the way his eyes narrowed in determination stopped (Y/n) from saying anything else. Not everything in life was predictable and Ben could see (Y/n) was always going to expect something like this to happen. But not every time was going to go the same way, this time might just work out for her.
They just had to wait until tomorrow to find out.
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ty for tagging me @dykelouis !!!
my name/nicknames: char/doodle/charlie/valentine/charlotte maybe too?? names aren’t working rn it’s a hard life please send help
zodiac sign: aries!
favorite artists: the 1975, lovelytheband, phoebe bridgers, sir chloe, machine gun kelly, set it off, as it is, halsey, lord huron... that’s all i can think of atm
last show i watched: uhhh shameless i think
last movie i watched: spontaneous w katherine langford and charlie plummer!! im actually in love with this film
when i created this blog: right around the beginning of 2019 i think...?
following: 237
followers: 101 💕💕
last thing i googled: </3 what a boutonnière is </3 apparently my prom date needs one </3
hours of sleep: usually 6, my brain doesn’t shut off till about midnight and there’s nothing i can do about it. on the weekends i sleep for ≈12 hours to compensate
do i get asks: not a lot. see once i decided to check my ask box to remind myself how miserable my life is and then i realized there were like ten asks sitting in there that i never got notifs for so i think people stopped sending them bc i never answered???? *i am so sorry for this*
why i chose this url: i listened to ‘waving through a window’ from dear evan hansen and went crashingthruwindow for some reason? i have no idea how we got from point a to point b but here we are ?
places id like to visit: i hate this question sm because i want to see the whole world!! let me just paste a thing i wrote for an english class here:
The sun rises from the horizon, yet the sky doesn’t lighten. I lift my head from my knees. My eyes burn and water even more fiercely from the intensity of the light. A glowing road unfolds from the sun, creeping its way towards me. A low humming rises in the air, stinging my ears. The glowing golden road stops at my feet, and an invisible arm pulls me onto the road. I glide along the road, the invisible arm forcing me down the road and into the sun. My skin grows warmer and warmer. It isn’t long before the heat sears my skin. I explode into nothing more than small flakes of ash and smoke; a firework set off in broad daylight.
I live everywhere. I live nowhere. I live within every person to ever grace this planet. I will never breathe the fresh air. I am the fresh air. I live in the storm clouds, thundering and shaking and waiting to strike. I live within the serenity of a summer day by the stream where children swim, catching dreams and butterflies in their nets. I live in the droplet of water in the drought as it touches the cracked lips of the unfortunate. I scream at the top of canyons, and I do not dare make a noise as I continue hiking. I am made of the sand between my toes and the sea nipping at my knees. I have placed my heart within entangled tree limbs. My mind is in the sky, keeping an eye out for what will happen next. I will be complete once every adventure is my own. You will be too. Break out of your yellow room. Do not be afraid to fling yourself into the sun or the moon or the stars. Live with nothing less than passion.
i just want to go everywhere, dude. i want to experience everything.
favorite song: uhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH have a top 5 list
michelle by sir chloe
robbers by the 1975
bloody valentine by mgk
more by halsey
maybe i’m afraid by lovelytheband
tagging: anyone who wants to!!!
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i COULD have just texted/messaged you this but i need it Formally Documented that any time i have to write a reply from care for z, at LEAST a paragraph has to be added for caroline to just Swoon in complete adoration
listen i cannot tell you how happy this makes me? because z freaking adores caroline so, so much. and she’s just going to enjoy getting to be the doting, protective, bitchy girlfriend to this freaking ray of sunshine. i can’t handle how much she adores caroline. from the freaking start, every time, caroline is hers to protect.
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Thanks @trans-magnusburnsides for tagging me
Answer 30 questions and tag 20 people!
1. Name/nickname: Ash
2. Gender: lmao nah. But genderqueer
3. Star sign: Aquarius
4. Height: 5'2
5. Time: 1:41 pm
6. Birthday: February 5th
7. Favorite bands/groups: fuck uhhhh mechanisms, mcr, three days grace, uhhhhhhhh bring me the horizon
8. Favorite solo artist: ummmm hozier? Idk I dont listen to many solo artists consistently
9. Song stuck in my head: Helena by mcr I have no idea why but that was in my head when I woke up
10. Last movie: fuck idk I dont watch movies uhhhhh I think it was Charlie brown Christmas but im not sure
11. Last show: doctor who
12. When did I create this blog: uhhhh somewhere between 2014-2016
13. What i mostly post about: whatever the fuck im interested in at the moment, but more consistently the magnus archives and well I dont think I reblog any other content consistently
14. Last thing I googled: I think it was how many natural occurring diatomic elements are there cause fuck chemistry
15. Other blogs: whispers-of-the-nymph is my writing blog I rarely update anymore
16. Do I get asks: no but I always welcome them
17. Why did I choose this url: I think I was either talking to friend or just in my head, I realized most of my friends were asexual and I made a joke about gathering asexuals to create a gang or something like that and this popped in my head
18. Following: idk I tend to mass follow when I gain a new interest and I think most of who I follow are deactivated
19. Followers: 263 but I know a lot of them are porn bots
20. Average hours of sleep: lately I've been getting no more than like 4 hours of sleep per night
21. Lucky number: personally I dont think I have one but a friend of mine who did a tarot reading for me said 6 was a lucky number for me I think
22. Instruments: flute and violin
23. What i am wearing: a doctor who t shirt and space jeans
24. Dream jobs: author, researcher
25. Dream trip: center of a black hole ngl I want to see what a singularity (is that what its called I cant remember i woke up like 20 minutes ago) looks like
26. Favorite food: im picky af and hate eating something twice within the same week
27. Nationality: American
28. Favorite song: dont really have one but I've been listening to Wrong Side of Heaven by five finger death punch lately
29. Last book I read: The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman
30. 3 fictional universes you would like to live in: doctor who if I could travel with the doctor, the magnus archives cause I would end up an avatar, to be honest the more I think about this the more I realize all my favorite media takes place in fucked up universes so maybe she-ra universe
I'm not tagging 20 people but @genderlessmushroom @fool-boi @embers--and--ashes if yall want to and really anyone who wants to do it can say I tagged you!
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tag game!
rules: answer 17 questions and tag 17 people you wanna know better
tagged by: @radical-scorpia
nickname: Nix
zodiac: Leo (sun) Aries (Moon) Scorpio (rising)
height: 5'4"
hogwarts house: Ravenclaw
last thing i googled: Buckskin mare for sale
song stuck in my head: Disasterology
amount of sleep i usually get: anywhere from 3 hours up to 14
lucky numbers: 17, 22, 23, 30
dream job: naturalist, author, and i'd like to make a female separatist community. i'd love to own my own stables and train horses
wearing: pajamas because i'm lazy
fave songs: Hope of Morning (Icon for Hire) Novocaine (Fit for Rivals) Braindead, Concede Repent Destroy, Merchants of Decay (FVK) Deep Down, Single Life (Inklings), My Nightmare, Told Ya So, Badly Broken, Misunfortunate, Voodoo, Ddrown (Get Scared) Break, The Good Life, Life Starts Now, Its All Over, Pain, Get Out Alive, Gone Forever (Three Days Grace) Don't Fear the Reaper (Blue Ouster Cult, Pierce the Veil) The Diary of Jane, Failure, Ashes of Eden (Breaking Benjamin) Not Good Enough for the Truth in Cliche (Escape the Fate) Chemical Prisoner, Im not a Vampire, The Drug in Me is You, Brother (Falling in Reverse) How Far We've Come (Matchbox Twenty) Little Lion Man (Mumford and Sons, Tonight Alive) House of Wolves, Sleep, Party Poison, The Only Hope For Me is You, Drowning Lessons, Skylines and Turnstiles, The World is Ugly, Thank You for the Venom, Hang Em High, The Ghost of You, I Never Told You What I Do For A Living (My Chemical Romance) Lighthouse (Octopus Montage) Hell Above, A Match Into Water, I'm Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket, Chemical Kids and Mechanical Brides, Currents Convulsive, Texas is Forever, Floral and Fading, Today I Saw The Whole World, Circles, Disasterology, Bedless, Caraphernelia (Pierce the Veil) The Sky is a Neighborhood (Foo Fighters) Dani California (Red Hot Chili Peppers) A Love Like War (All Time Low) The World I Used to Know, Tell Me Now, A Moment, I Survive (We Came as Romans)
random facts: I ‘talk' in hums and 'brrp' noises, I communicate more like a cat than a person, I can twist my tongue to look like a clover, and i have a tiny third nipple
aesthetics: a green forest bathed in golden sunlight, dark and stormy nights, creatures in the shadows, a desperate final attempt
what im passionate about: animals, writing, women, and feminism
who i tag:
@celtyradfem
@genevulva
@strawb3rry-terf
@anteoli
@de-transitioned
@short-terf-dyke
@biscuits-and-beavers
@gender-critical-lupine
@foxxhearted
@venusverted
@platinum-iridium
@magicalgirlyoonji
@dyke-sona
@tetraterezi
@noturlezzie
@thatkindoffeminist
@radgardevoir
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Unremarkable, you? Never. ~ Angst Parr part 2
Me? Two parts in one day? More likely than you think! This one gets kinda sad and trippy so prepare for that. I really wished mobile didn’t get rid of the read under line thing...
Part 1
Catherine was standing front and center on a stage.
The spotlights hot and blinding making it impossible to see into the crowd. She felt herself start to sweat and shake from the increased heat. She raised her microphone but no sounds could escape her mouth, it was as if her voice had been put on mute. She could hear the boos and stifled laughs from the audience.
“Sing!”
“Booo!”
“Get off the stage!”
Then suddenly, more lights flashed and came to life, revealing Catherine, Anne, Jane, Anna and Kitty. The boos change into waves of cheers. Cathy smiled in relief at the five but the feeling was short lived as they glared back to her in response. “Guys…”
“Why are YOU here Catherine?” Aragon asked curtly.
“To perform. I’m part of Six-”
“Ha, did you hear that?” Jane snorted, arms crossed, “she thinks she’s still needed here.”
Catherine gripped her microphone as Anna and Katherine laughed in the background, “but I’m-”
“‘But I’m, but I’m’...listen to her mates,” Anna mocked. “She sounds so pathetic.”
“‘But I’m Catherine Parr’, was that what you were going to say,” Katherine chided. Catherine gave no response. “Doesn’t matter, we have alternates who can replace you. And in my opinion, sound much better than you ever could.” In that moment more stage lights came up and shone down at the end of stage, unveiling Grace, Courtney and Vicki, posed menacingly and sneering in Catherine’s direction. She was, she was being...replaced.
Tears filled her eyes. Abruptly, Catherine felt a surging sharp pain in her legs and fell to the floor. She glanced down to the source of her pain and through her tears she watched in horror as her legs slowly disappeared, leaving nothing but a dark, dusty ash in its place. She let violent scream, so loud and shrill it stung her vocal cords. As she continued to fade away, Catherine saw Anne step forward and saunter towards her. “Anne! Oh Anne please, please help me!” Catherine begged. The pain now reached her pelvis.
Anne bent down, her and Catherine now face to face. Anne reached her hand out and cupped Catherine’s face and Cathy sighed, burrowing her head into her girlfriend’s palm seeking any sort of comfort she could find. Suddenly, Anne ripped her hand away causing Catherine to jerk up. They lock eyes: Catherine’s confused and desperate, Anne’s dark and sharp, almost reminding Cathy of a snake. “Anne…?”
“Poor stupid and useless Catherine Parr. Did you actually think I’d miss you once you’re gone?” Anne stood up and walked back to the group. Midway she paused and spun around, “I thought you were much more brilliant than that.”
That was the nail in the coffin.
Catherine felt the speed of her body’s deterioration rapidly accelerate, her stomach and chest completely gone. “Anne, no please! Guys! Guys help me!” The Queens just laughed as the rest of Catherine vanished. Catherine cried as the last of her limbs faded away, until everything was dark.
“Ahh!” Catherine screamed, jolting up in her bed. She gasped for breath, gripping the front of her night shirt tightly in her fist. Broken whimpers slipped out into the dark of her room. “Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream,” Catherine repeated trying to slow down her rapid breathing. She could taste the salt from her tears.
She had no excuse for crying. Anne and Katherine, who had regular nightmares and terrors, had been through so much worse than her. She had no right to cry in the night over something so childish as a completely fake bad dream. She lied back down, silent tears dripped from her eyes. No sound except the occasional sniffle or whimper ever slipped out.
She didn’t know how long she laid there like that with her eyes wide open, minutes or hours. In the dark she silently hoped, prayed, that someone; Anne, Jane, Catherine, anyone would come and find her. Wrap her up in their arms and whisper in her ear that everything would be alright. That she was important to them. That she mattered.
No one came to her room that night.
...
“Wait Cathy’s not coming to the show tonight?” Anne yells nearly knocking over her bowl of cereal and Anna’s tea and Katherine’s juice.
“Quit yelling,” Aragon snapped.
“I got a message from Courtney saying that Cath had asked her to fill in for the night,” Jane answered from the spot near the stove. “Think she had a bad night or just didn’t get enough sleep.”
“That so?” Anne pondered, “I’m gonna check on her!”
“Oh, let her rest Anne-” Jane started but Anne was already halfway up the stairs. She made her way down the hall and knocked gently on Catherine’s door.
“Hey CathyP, you feeling okay?” Anne asked slowly walking into the dark, unlit room.
Catherine was lying on her side facing opposite of the door, not moving. “Catherine?” she called again stepping closer to the smaller queen’s eerily still body. At a closer inspection, Anne could see Catherine was wide awake, her eyes glued to her phone screen. The white artificial light really showing off the dark baggy circles and tear streaks under her eyes. “Oh babe,” Anne cried, climbing onto the bed next to Catherine, “what’s wrong?”
Catherine flipped her phone around so Anne could read the title, “that’s a video of our performance on that bloody talk show the other day.”
Catherine turned the phone back, “Kizzie Daniels says ‘Who is that new girl singing? Did they replace the old girl who wore blue? I think I like her much better than the old one. A lot more.” Her voice was raspy and hoarse.
“What?”
“And this one here by gay edgepriest 669,” Catherine said ignoring Anne’s baffled response, showing a new video of a Megasix performance dated a few weeks back. “‘Wow that bitch in blue should stop getting so close to the camera. You’re not that talent boo, get out of my face.’”
“What the hell...Catherine give me that,” Anne commanded snatching the phone out of the girls hands. Catherine didn’t put up much of a fight to retrieve it back. “Why are you reading these? You know they’re not true. You do realize that right?” Catherine just shrugged causing Anne to sigh, “well I’m telling you that they’re not true. Besides, you really going to believe a person who goes by the screen name ‘straight edgepriest 669?’”
“Gay edgepriest.”
“That prick lost the right to call themselves gay.”
Catherine snorted but remains verbally silent. Anne, despite wanting to, knew better than to try and press a serious conversation with her right now. Instead she chose to place Catherine’s phone on the bedside table and lie down next to her, wrapping her arms tightly around Catherine’s midsection. “Hey,” she whispered into the curly haired girl’s ear, “I can tell you didn’t sleep well last night. So can you try and get a bit of rest for me? Please babe?”
Catherine didn’t say anything but relaxed, snuggling closer in Anne’s embrace. Anne kissed Cath’s shoulder, then the back of her neck and closed her eyes. She fell asleep a mere hour later. She stayed there until she had to leave for the show.
“Anne. Anne,” Anna called, shaking her awake. Anne peeled her eyes open and wiped the sleep crust and thin line of drool from her face.
“Wha?”
“It’s show time and your napping in Catherine’s bed without her here?” Anne was wide awake to that revelation. She moved her hand to where Catherine was but felt nothing, just a cool sheet.
“Where’s Cathy at?”
“You don’t know?” Anna questioned pointedly, “how do you not know? Weren’t you in her with her for hours?”
“I was asleep! I thought we both were…” Anne murmured.
Anna groaned into her hands, “she’s probably just in the bathroom or something, don’t worry so much Anne.”
Anne frowned but slithered out of Catherine’s bed, “yeah, okay.”
“Come on, before Aragon blows a fuse,” Anna joked hustling out the room. Anne walked out the door pausing shortly before shutting it. She took one last glance around the room then closes the door and runs down the stairs and to the car. ‘Catherine would be fine.’
What Anne failed to notice that she would come to regret later was Catherine’s phone was once again missing from her bedside table.
Tag: @a-slightly-cracked-egg (im sorry you probably don’t want to be constantly tagged in all this)
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Hello! How are you doing? I really like your bnha fics. I wonder if you could write a fic in which there is a STRICT 'NO LOVE ALLOWED' rule in UA. And couples must be very careful or else they'll be punished or something if caught. (S/o) loves Bakugo but there is no way she could break the rules because she is a goddy two shoes. But if Bakugo wants something he gets it. Probably some NSFW at the end. Thank you😉
Bakugou x Reader
warnings: semi-public, dub-con, reader & bakugou need to settle some stuff, smug bakugou, passive aggressive bakugou, reader might secretly by a pathological liar when around katsuki until she confesses her feelings, #spoiler.
a/n: a chance to write a smug as shit bakugou? yea im not passin this up. something different, so if you guys want my other idea just say so. ; ) also, this is a long one,,,, lemme tell you that much. thank you anon!
You could feel his heated gaze burning the back your head. You shift in your seat, biting your lip trying to focus on your English teacher. Your brain tries to shake off the memories from a few days before. The lingered touches were tugging at your roots, tickling your skin. You shift in your shift in your seat, getting the familiar feel-good goosebumps ghosting your skin and the whisper of his breath all over your body.
What were you even thinking about?
Katsuki Bakugou.
The hot-headed ash-blonde that sinfully caught your heart over the course of your time at U.A. Not that anyone knew anyways. To keep the strongest future heroes at the top, U.A. wanted to make sure you guys were focused no matter what. Welcome to U.A strict no love rule. You’re rewarded for focus if you didn’t indulge in “taboo acts” such as, having feelings for another person. Punishment for acting on simple urges results in over the board punishments, which was way too long to explain and list. (We’ll leave it to the imagination for now.)
It was simple for you to follow the rules, usually. But like explained before, you were in quite a dilemma. You wouldn’t say you were as strict as your class president, but you just couldn’t help yourself this time. You don’t even know how you got yourself all caught up with the boy in the first place.
You always reprimanded him for being so disrespectful, never approved of his brash behaviour until he changed his rude behaviour into one of teasing and persuasion. You wouldn’t couldn’t believe him when he confessed his feelings to you. His whole 360 threw you into a loop and somehow you were putty in his hands. Your goody too shoe nature with your mesmerizing personality earned you the nickname “Princess”, which was fairly innocent when other people called you it versus how Katsuki whispered it in your ear without you expecting it.
The butterflies in your stomach were getting stronger, the urge to smile like an idiot itching to crawl onto your face. Not only did he know you inside out, he treated you right which you had never expected. The feelings you held for him made you want to scream out in how in love you were with him, how nice it felt for him to embrace you-
You jump from the schools bell and quickly start gathering up your things. You’re already giddy, hoping to see Katsuki un-ironically. You pace is slow to your dorms as you already know that students would be eager to leave school to feel his arms around you again.
But you, against the rules? You shant.
But you needed to.
You see the blonde in your peripheral vision and quickly change your slow pace to one of hurry. You bite your lip, knowing that whatever was happening wasn’t going to end well.
Bakugou watched in delight, watching the bounce of your body. His smirk never left his face as he watched you peak from over your shoulder once in awhile to keep an eye on him, knowing that he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.
The very thought sent shivers down your spine and you took a deep breath when you managed to make it to the dorms. Unknown to you, the teen hot on your trail was ready to take action. You try to stay calm as you wait at the elevator, hoping, praying, wishing that’ll you make it your room in one piece. But sadly none of those affirmations made it to the heavens. You softly gasp feeling a familiar body press into your back, the warm smell of burnt-caramel filling your senses. It takes all of you not to melt into his mesmerizing aura. You feel his knuckles brush the back of your thigh, slowly rising your skirt higher.
Inch, by inch, by inch.
Your clouded head refocuses hearing the familiar ding bring you back to reality. You walk in, brushing off his hot touches. Which you knew made no sense since you guys were going to the same place anyways. You stand near the wall as you click the button and await for him to enter hoping this goes fast so you don’t succumb to your darkest needs.
Your heart jumped when the doors closed and it was only you two in the small enclosed space. You heard shuffling behind you, no where in specific. You kept your eyes trained on the floor, unknown to you what he was doing. The sound of an explosion and the sound of crunching metal was enough to make you turn around. Your face was written with shock watching as the blonde smirked and watched down at you.
“Katsuki!” You shame him, immediately trying to think of ways to excuse why he did such a thing, how he’ll make it up, the cost to replace the thing – and why he just clicked the emergency stop button. You furrow your brows as he backs you into the corner, his mischievous face twisting into one of smugness, yet no smile graced his face. He towers over you with his large statue, arms caging you in so there was no escape.
“You don’t think you act coy forever, can you?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Lies.
“I know can make you scream more ways than one.”
“Y-You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Lies.
“I know you love me.”
“I was lying.” His hand was quick to wrap its way around your neck making you croak for air.
“How long are you going to keep lying (Y/N)?” He taunts, loosening his grip on your throat to hear your squeak as he presses his body flush against yours. “Huh? You can’t keep teasing me like this,” He continues, his hand that was occupied on your neck snakes to the nape of your neck then to grab your hair in a tight grip making you tilt your head back to look up at his eyes. “I’ll just ravish you.” He whispers against your lips. You whimper as his lips meet you in a condescendingly innocent kiss, his mouth swallowing all your whimpers and complaints. He pulls away with your heavy breathing against his lips.
“Katsuki…” You whine clutching his shirt with your small hands. He growls looking down at your blushing, already worked up wondering how he could how long can he old out for so long. “I-I can’t Katsuki..” You reason, more for yourself than for him. His chuckle sends a shiver down your spine as his other hand that was leaning against the wall was now inching up your thigh again.
Inch, by inch, by inch.
His burning touch leaves a lingering feeling on your thighs, to the skin of your hips, finally finding its rightful place palming your sex. You gasp at the feeling his warm touch against your sopping underwear. He tuts rubbing the damp material against your aching cunt. Your grip intensifies on his shirt when he grips your underwear to tug it against your clit. He leans down past your lips and starts marking up your neck much to your dismay if you were going to let this happen at least leave no evidence! He groans when you mewl in response to him moving your underwear to the side, allowing him to slip two fingers into you.
“I would ask if you were enjoying yourself, but we both know you’ll lie.” He mocks, before digging his teeth into your neck. His thrusting of his fingers were making you too weak to function, your knees were about to give out if he kept on defiling your body like this. “I bet you just want to rile me up, huh? Make me want to fuck you like I did last time when you were a virgin. Ready to be such a slut just for me.” He remembers, his hot breath hitting your neck, the air making some spots cool in the areas he hadn’t graced with his lips yet. “I remember just like it was yesterday, Princess. Remember?” Of course you did, it never left your mind. The night he took your virginity and secretly placed his own right on you.
The shuffling of cloths and muffled moans sounded the room accompanied with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. His grunts made your skin feel hot and made your face burn with delight. Hands gripping tightly onto the sheets underneath you, trying to stable yourself against the rough fucking of your secret admirer.
“Fuck you feel so good Angel.” He seethes between clenched teeth, enjoying the feeling of your ass cheeks ricochet against his pelvis. “Are you ready – to finally be mine?” He questions his hand giving your ass a more than generous slap when you don’t respond fast enough.
“Suki..!” Is all you could manage, but it wasn’t enough for him.
“Oi oi oi, that wasn’t an answer.” He responds giving your cheek another slap. “Don’t make me have to ask again.” He growls gripping, your hair tight. Drool is running down your chin and your eyes are clenched shut. Your throat is dry and you can’t attempt to make a cohesive sentence.
“W-We can’t!” You remind him, a not too generous tug was delivered to your hair as he gets rougher with his movements. One tug makes you blurt out a sentence you never thought you’d be able to confess in your entire school career. “I – love you!” Although with a pause he could register every word. His grin is brought to life as he kisses a line up your back feeling elated.
“Me too babygirl.”
His absence on your body draws your attention back to the present prompting your furrow your brows in confusion. He pulls away from your body and spins you around, shoving your face into the wall, your body more than ready to take. He notes your spread legs and wastes no time in flipping up your skirt to look at how much you needed him. And only him.
Your underwear is off in an instant with his girthy length teasing your opening. He’s in one motion relishing the feeling of you not for long as his hips are quick at work. You groan from his cock stretching and filling your cunt as your last encounter was months ago before the school year started, during your training camp. And just like before, he didn’t hold back.
“Fuck tell me you love me.” He demands his hand leaving its grip on your hair to find refuge on the absent spot on your other hip.
“I love you Katsuki! I love you so much!” You confess, tears welling in your eyes as this was too much to bare. He grunts bottoming out now, completely turning your brain to mush.
“Oi oi oi, how should I believe you? All you do is lie.” You groan in frustration. “Scream it, let everyone hear you.” And you did.
“Fuck I love you so much Katsuki Bakugou I love you so damn much please…! Only you!” you plead, tears streaking down your cheeks as you could feel yourself about to cum undone. He gives your neck a deep bite as continues to fuck you without any remorse.
“Damn you right you do.” He grits out, triumphant smirk dawning his face. “Who owns you?”
“You do!” This new feeling of not being treated like a fragile object, being claimed, it was pulling you closer and closer to your release. With a silent cry you cum around his length. He slows down his pace to pull out and cum on your bottom with a groan. Him leaving your cunt was just as satisfying as when he was in you. He clears his throat fixing your clothes, turning you around to delicately drub your drying tears off to give you deep kiss. You couldn’t help the reoccurring cycle of being shocked, not responding until he pulls away. Leaving you absolutely spent and a blushing mess, refusing to look anyway but him. His face is back to its original annoyed state, triumph aura radiating from. He clicks the emergency the button again not giving you a chance to get ready yourself. You feel a draft and liquid drip from you as it dawns upon you that you don’t have an underwear on.
“Hey give me back my underwear!” You tug his sleeve as he keeps his hands deep in his pants pockets.
“Nah.” Your stunned, face burning bright. The elevator opens revealing your worried class worried with their homeroom teacher accompanied with them.
“We were so worried! Are you guys alright??” Ochako questions helping out your stiffly walking form.
“Y-Yeah, just a little shaken.” You reassure her with the warm smile, trying your best to act how you normally did.
“Hopefully you guys aren’t hurt.” The class president checks in with you. Before you could kindly thank him, Katsuki beats you to the chase.
“You heard her, we’re fine. Stop worrying so damn much.”
“Alright enough, everyone get back to usual.” Your quick to pass by a hidden embarrassed Jirou. Your eyes connecting, gulping down your saliva that was the size of a golf ball as she mutters to you,
“I won’t tell anyone.”
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