#Gil sees the hint of him turning her hand over to kiss the back of it

[softquietsteadylove]

We definitely need more Thenamesh presidency AU!

Would you write more? Maybe Thena has to do an interview and the interviewer is a bit too friendly and asks her some subtile weird questions and basically undresses her with his eyes? Let Gil step in and protect his girlfriend in the most professional way? 😄

Thank you! Keep up your amazing work! ❤️

"Thank you for joining me, Madam President."

Thena smiled, nodding courteously but quiet thus far. Not only did she have to be careful of every single word she said these days, but she couldn't afford to get tired and run low on energy part way through the possibly lengthy interview.

"The rumours are true," her interviewer smiled, and that was always a dangerous start to a sentence. He tilted his head at her, "you are as beautiful as you are intimidating."

Gil looked up from Thena's schedule in his hand.

Thena tilted her head, though, "is that part of the question."

Eros laughed, "no, you're right it's off the record. Call it an attempt to get to know you?"

"I believe that is what the interview will be for."

Again, Eros took no offense to what would be a dry response to some and a defensive remark to most. He laughed, letting it roll off of him. He was renowned for his good nature, as well as being so young for the field of very serious televised journalism. He was popular with younger viewers for his looks.

They needed this interview to secure the young vote--the key to real, effective positive change.

"Yes ma'am, I am very honoured to have the opportunity, let it be said," Eros sat up a little straighter, almost like a professional interviewing the president. He had a dry kind of tone, his words somewhat running together.

"Your show is quite popular," Thena began her part of the battle (Sersi had advised her not to call it that). She had to meet him toe to toe so he didn't twist anything out of her, nor get the chance to misrepresent anything. "My people were happy to arrange the interview."

Kingo had told her that they had to do well with Eros if they wanted any relevance with young people beyond being known as the era of betrayal.

"Careful not to flatter me, ma'am," Eros continued to schmooze as if they were having drinks at a work conference as opposed to meeting in a secure location for journalistic purposes. He ran a hand through his hair. "I am prone to ego."

"A privilege few can afford."

"I believe you could be afforded anything," he tilted his head, his eyes drifting over her for just a second.

Thena shifted in her chair. Her hands were clasped together, because it was safer than having them loose enough to fidget and betray micro-expressions for her.

Gil cleared his throat off to the side, motioning for things to keep moving for the sake of time. He was frowning.

"So, Madam President," Eros began a proper question as if he hadn't been blatantly flirting with her - the most powerful woman in the country - seconds ago. "You have arrived to a rather precarious position."

Finally the interview began in earnest. Gil drifted around the edges of it, of course asked to keep his presence to a minimum, but permitted to stay in Thena's proximity, as was her security.

A few things were off limits--the direct mention of Ikaris' vacated position, the status of the staff investigations after his betrayal, suspects, that kind of thing. Although the ramifications of such things were technically fair game.

There were two cameras set up strategically on tripods. Eros' show would use edited footage of the interview, which would be subject to their review for security reasons. Gil mostly stayed behind Thena's shoulder, out of the frame, keeping his eyes on the popular show host.

"Now, I would like to ask," Eros looked up from his dossier of questions and points to bring up. He had done so a few times already and every time he did, the tone of the interview would...shift. "And this can be off the record, if you like."

Gil rolled his eyes.

"But it must be said that this is the first time an unmarried woman has come to power as you have." There it was. Gil shook his head faintly, although it seemed Eros was done taking his silent direction. "Does this affect the office you keep, in any way?"

"Why would it?" Thena asked flatly, not only not dignifying his question but also answering the real point of it. "No one in the cabinet minds if I am married or not, only if I can do the job of serving our country."

"So would you say you're on the market?"

Gil snapped Thena's schedule closed, as loudly as he could but not nearly as loudly as he would like. Eros looked up at him; he swiped his hand across his throat, telling him to cut it.

Eros barely acknowledged being told to back off but leaned back in his chair again. Of course doing so gave him another opportunity to run his eyes over Thena.

She was wearing a light grey pantsuit, but the way he was looking at her certainly seemed as if she were half dressed.

"Perhaps we should take five," Eros suggested in a much more - and perhaps falsely - amiable tone. He uncrossed his legs and stood with his dossier in hand. "I am happy to fetch you some water, ma'am."

Gil held out his hand for Thena to hold as she stood. "No outside food or drink--thank you."

The 'thank you' really was an afterthought.

"Of course," Eros nodded, giving his most charming smile. "I shall return in a moment, then."

Security both let him out and followed him as an escort. Such was the requirement of being alone in a room with Madam President herself.

Thena sighed, accepting the water bottle Gil himself was holding, "how long is this?"

"Probably another hour," he chuckled, speaking quietly as they hovered together. "You're doing great so far. You haven't even told him to go fuck himself."

Thena let out a quiet laugh against her hand, but it was certainly real. A few of the security team laughed too (those close enough to them to hear it).

Gil angled his shoulder for her, getting as close as they could afford when not totally alone. Although it didn't stop his eyes from being a little too soft when he looked at her. "Just a little more. I'm right here if you need me."

Thena's eyes weren't much better at keeping their monumental secret. "Thank you, as always."

Gil chuckled, taking the water bottle from her, "you know there's no need."

Her hand brushed against his on the way, "still."

A knock on the door signalled that their guest was back.

Thena sighed but let Gil hold her hand as she sat down again. He leaned down to her ear, "I'm gonna kill him if he asks you about being single again."

Thena laughed, although she couldn't reply. She gave his hand one more little squeeze, prepared to delve back into their work.

"Come in," Gil announced, although he stayed at the edge of Thena's chair. Eros nodded to him as he walked back into the room and to his own seat. Gil kept his eye on him, "limit personal questions going forward."

It was a very straightforward statement, and one that could be expected from her personal attache. No one would necessarily suspect it was her boyfriend telling this clown to stop hitting on her in front of him.

#Thenamesh President AU #I'm so glad people liked this! #a little forbidden relationship is always zesty #Gil has to watch this idiot try to flirt with the president #and much worse: his girlfriend Thena #Thena both is surprised and isn't #Eros is a little more forward than she would have expected but also he's asking in such a way and being just pushy enough #she can't really accuse him of misconduct because it happens too fast and too lightly #Gil says I can and tells him that he's going to act inappropriately they'll take Thena and walk out right now #Eros plays dumb #who's inappropriate??? #but Gil gives him a look and he's like okay this guy will fight me in the parking lot #the rest of the interview goes well #Eros stands to shake her hand which she allows #Gil sees the hint of him turning her hand over to kiss the back of it #he springs into action and pulls her back to whisper in her ear #scheduling...or something #no one kisses any part of Thena but him! #or another political dignitary if it's polite in their cultural custom #BUT THAT'S IT

[heartlessfujoshi]

burnt to a crisp - an ignoct one shot

Title: Burnt to a Crisp Fandom: FFXV Pairing: IgNoct (Noctis Lucis Caelum x Ignis Scientia) with hints of Promptio (Prompto Argentum x Gladio Amicitia) Rating: General (Fluff - Tooth-Rotting Fluff) Word Count: ~1,900

Summary: Noctis decides he wants to do something nice for Lovers Day, and fails spectacularly. 

A/N: Happy V-Day! :) With the suggestion by my dear friend @xbittersweet-nostalgiax, here is my offering for this manufactured holiday. Please enjoy! 

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“And you put the foam right here?” Noctis asked, holding a canister in his hand, looking down at the plate in front of him. 

Coctura clapped her hands, and nodded her head. “Yes, Your Highness. That’s perfect. You followed my steps very well!” 

“You’re very patient.” He wore a half-smile on his face, as he put the foam down, and took a look at the dish he’d just created. The dish that Coctura had showed him how to do, step by step, moving at a snail's pace as he was horrible in the kitchen. 

“Smile!” 

He looked up and saw Prompto was standing in front of them, his camera up against his face as he snapped a picture. “Prompto, do you really have to do that?” He asked, but that half-smile had turned into a full blown one as he knew what his best friend was doing.

“Gotta make sure the memory gets preserved!” Another aperture sound could be heard as his best friend snapped another picture. “Iggy is going to be so surprised when he sees you!” 

Noctis turned to look at Coctura. “And you’re sure it’s okay if I use the kitchen tomorrow night after everything closes?” 

“Yes, Your Highness. It’s my kitchen, and I would be honored for you to use it.” Coctura bowed her head towards him. “However, please do not burn it down.” 

“Uh oh.” Prompto said. 

He shot a look at his best friend. “Ignore him. I won’t. This recipe is simple enough. I shouldn’t burn anything down. But if I scorch a pan?” 

“Please try not to do that either.” A look of weariness appeared on Coctura’s face. “Maybe I should help you-” 

“No, it will be fine.” He shook his head. “Thank you, Coctura. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

“I’m happy to assist you, Your Highness.” She left the kitchen, leaving Noctis alone with his best friend. 

He turned to look at Prompto. “Is everything all set for you guys tomorrow night?” 

“Yep!” Prompto’s blond hair flopped back and forth as he nodded his head. “Gladio knows that we’re camping out on the beach, while you guys get the fancy suite here.” Prompto put his camera away, and leaned up against the counter where Noctis had put his dish. “Does Iggy know that we won’t be around?” 

Noctis shakes his head. “No, but I’m sure he’ll figure it out.” 

They’d been traveling through the countryside, taking jobs here and there to make enough gil to fix the boat they needed to get to Altissia. To where his future wife was, although with how things had been going so far on the trip, he was going to have to tell Lunafreya that while duty was one hell of a thing, he was also in love with someone else and couldn’t fairly marry her and be true when his heart was with another person. 

Ignis.

Ignis Scientia, who had been his best friend growing up, and then shifted to become more of a shoulder to lean on as he went into high school. Once those days were over, Ignis had turned into his confidant, the man he was supposed to trust the most in his life. And with those responsibilities, Noctis had slowly begun to fall in love with him without realizing it until the world had fallen apart. The news of his father’s murder, and the fall of his kingdom, he’d discovered his feelings for Ignis weren’t going away. And as he hid from the world at large, he sought solace in his retainer’s arms, who had kissed him and told him that everything was going to be all right. And Noctis believed him. 

They had become inseparable after that emotional night. Noctis made any excuse that he could to be alone with Ignis so that they could kiss and do other unmentionable things without their friends around. It had become almost comical how the two of them would choose to sleep in an RV rather than a motel. Prompto and Gladio didn’t question it, and accepted it as fact. 

But tomorrow night, it was a special day. It was ‘Lovers Day’ in Insomnia, and Noctis wanted to show Ignis how much he appreciated and loved him by doing something special for him. They had been staying at Galdin Quay for a bit, as their hunts were around this area and it made a good base. He’d gone to Coctura to ask for her help in creating a dish for Lovers Day that he could serve to Ignis without too many complicated elements. And he’d just finished doing that, and was now tasting the fruits of his labor. 

“This isn’t that bad.” He grinned, setting the fork down as he looked over at Prompto. “Want to try?” 

“After the last time you cooked something, and I got sick? No, thanks.” Prompto shook his head, then pretended to fake a stomach ache. “You might want a backup in case what you make isn’t edible.” 

He pushed his best friend’s shoulder, Prompto’s laughter infectious as he chuckled with him. “It will be fine. If I mess it up, then it’ll be a fun story.” 

“Sure, Noct.” Prompto patted him on the shoulder. “Good luck with that.” 

Closing his eyes, he tasted another part of the meal and found that it was still pretty good. “You’re just jealous.” 

“Oh, totally. Except my boyfriend is going to cook a great meal for me over a fire, and then he’s going to rail me until I beg him to stop.” 

Noctis blushed, hating to hear how pornographic Prompto’s relationship with Gladio truly was. While he had found himself in love with Ignis, Prompto had found himself falling hard for Gladio. It had all worked out naturally, and now the four of them were paired off in a way that Noctis would never have imagined. It was one of the main reasons why he hadn’t really felt bad about asking to be alone with Ignis in the suite. He knew Prompto would want to be alone with Gladio, and they’d switch off the next time Prompto wanted to do something nice for Gladio. 

Tomorrow night would be a successful Lover’s Day surprise for Ignis. Noctis could feel it. 

***

It was not a successful Lover’s Day for Noctis. Not in the slightest. 

The food that Coctura had taught him how to make, and how he’d taken precarious notes on to make sure he did things correctly were wrong. Or, he had thought he’d taken them right but when he tried to execute the meal the same way, everything turned out terrible. So terrible that he was staring at what was supposed to be a piece of garula, but it was completely burnt to a crisp. 

And before he could do anything to fix it, the door to the kitchen was being pushed open by his lover, who he had instructed to come and find him back there at half past ten in the evening. 

“Your Highness?” Ignis’ voice traveled through the deserted kitchen. “Are you in here?” 

He stared at the charred meat in front of him, looking at the foam that was the only decent thing on the plate and tried not to sob. “Over here, Ignis.” He called out, his voice wavering only slightly as his emotions took a hold of him. 

“Your Highness, I wasn’t sure why you asked me to meet you in here, and I’m still…..What is that?” Ignis came into his line of sight, and he was pointing at the dish in front of Noctis, who was looking at it with a sad look on his face. 

“Happy Lover’s Day?” He offered, feeling like a complete fool. Prompto was right - he should have had a backup plan to this disaster. But it was too late, as Ignis was here now, and was staring at the food in abject horror. Or so it appeared to Noctis, who was letting his brain get the best of himself. “I wanted to surprise you, and I messed up.” 

Ignis came around to where he was standing, and looked at the plate a bit closer. “What is it supposed to be?” He asked, his voice calm and understanding. 

“Garula served on a bed of potatoes, with a rich cheese foam.” He sighed. “I think the foam is the only good part.” 

A finger was dipped into the foam, and Ignis gave it a slow lick. Noctis openly stared at him, his mouth dropped open as he watched him lick the tip of his finger over and over. It wasn’t fair. It looked way more sexual than it should, and it was causing Noctis’ head to spin, and his pants to grow a bit too snug. He wanted to tell his lover to stop, but instead, Ignis picked up the canister and brought it over to Noctis. “Tilt your head back, darling.” 

He did as he was asked, and then he felt Ignis pour some of the foam into his mouth. Closing his eyes, Noctis groaned as the foam was good. It would have been great on the meat, had he managed to not burn it to a crisp. “I’m sorry.” He looked at Ignis, who had a smirk on his face. “What?” 

“Coctura told me what you were planning on doing.” Ignis set the canister down, and went over to the fridge and pulled out a plate of sliced meats and cheeses. “Happy Lovers Day to you, Noctis.” 

Noctis stared at the meat and cheese, then threw his arms around Ignis’ body. “Oh, Gods, I’m so glad you know me so well.” He held tight to him, and sank against him as Ignis’ put his arms around his body to hold him close. “What’d I ever do to deserve you?” 

“Your effort is very much appreciated.” Ignis spoke softly into his ear, Noctis holding him a bit tighter as heat raced through him. He had no idea how Ignis could say such a simple thing, and make it the most sensual sentence that Noctis has ever heard in his life. It was a gift. Truly. “Your meal may have failed, but the cheese foam will go well with our backup.” 

“I can think of another way it could be used.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, Noctis’ eyes widening as he realized he’d said it out loud. 

The smirk on Ignis’ face returned. “I have no doubt that you do. As do I.” 

“Ignis.” His cheeks flared with heat as he looked anywhere but at his lover. 

“Let’s retire to our suite?” 

He nodded his head. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

Ignis carried the board of goodies, while Noctis kept the foam with him. The suite was bathed in candlelight, Noctis stopping in his tracks as he looked at the decorations that Ignis had set up for him. For /them/. Ignis set the board down, and put his arms around his waist, holding him from behind. 

“Happy Lover’s Day, Noctis.” Ignis kissed his cheek, then kissed him gently on the lips. “It is a pleasure to be with you on this day.” 

Turning around, he wrapped his arms around Ignis’ neck and pulled him down for another kiss. “I love you, Specs.” He whispered, bringing his forehead to Ignis’. “Show me again why I love you so much?” 

“It would be my honor.” 

#ignoct #my writing #fanfic #valentines fluff #ty for the idea sam!! <3

[haloshornsinkstains]

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (Lancer) x Reader Fluff, Emiya x Reader x Cu relationship hinted at/mentioned, Gilgamesh being Gilgamesh, some mild stretching of canon

“Ah, y/n, I was just looking for you.” You winced, turning slowly to face Dr Roman with a tired smile. “Just one week of rest, one week. Why is that so hard?” Roman merely shrugged, lips pulled into a taught smile. “Sorry, but apparently saving the world doesn’t leave much time for breaks.” “Except the annual holidays.” “Well, yes.” He scratched the back of his head.  You chuckled and shook your head. “Come on, show me the fire I’ve got to put out.”

You followed him back to his room, Cu materialising out of thin air beside you as you walked through the door. A couple of others were there as well, Da Vinci of course, Medusa beside her chatting away happily, Lancelot and Kojiro  stood calmly beside each other surveying the servants, your gaze followed their line of sight to where Siegfried stood to attention beside the console. You offered him a soft smile before glancing over at Roman. “The floors all yours.” He coughed. “It’s a fairly small singularity, all things considered, but still. Should be fairly easy to deal with, it looks like it’s all Archer class. The readings are picking up one servant, also Archer class, but nothing worse than you’ve handled before.” You frowned, casting a sideways glance at Seigfried. “I’m sorry Seig, I promised I’d take you next time but…” He nodded his head. “Do not apologise Master, I understand. The Archer class is strong against my own, and it would not do to weaken my Master in such a way. Perhaps next time.” You nodded sadly. “I really am sorry Seig.” “I see, so you apologise to him and yet you scold your King?” You rolled your eyes as Gilgamesh appeared in the center of the room in a shimmer of gold. “I don’t scold Gil, I merely point out that you turn down such missions.” You sigh. “Do you want to come?” “Of course not, this is not a mission for a King. Take your dog with you.” “I intend to. But I won’t hear any complaints out of you when we return, agreed my King?” Some of the newer Servants shivered, muttering between themselves worriedly as Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes at you, but you didn’t flinch merely keeping your gaze levelled on the King of Heroes. “Such an impertinent Master, be thankful I am fond of you mongrel.” He huffed, disappearing into golden mist once more. “Well, now that’s done, who else can I take?” “Surely I’m more than enough Master?” You glanced over your shoulder at Cu and grin. “Gods it’s a good thing you’re pretty, if you think I’m letting you go into anything alone you’re an idiot. As wonderful as you are, even you can’t take on waves of enemies alone. Let’s see, Houzouin is still healing… Emiya is on kitchen duty after the last mission… I can’t put a Saber at risk like that…” “Y/n? There is another Lancer.” You turned to Roman, frowning deeply. “I… no, I didn’t forget any of my servants. I know I didn’t.” “Ah, he arrived while you were away. He was quite excited when he heard Cu Chulainn was among our ranks.” The doctor chuckled and nodded at the blue-haired lancer behind you. “I’m not sure which of you may have competition but I feel like one of you will.” “Riiight. You and I will have words later about this, but for now, where is he?” “You may thank me later.” A golden portal opened, depositing a man clad in green leather in the midst of the gathered servants. You rolled your eyes, bending down to offer a hand to the man. He took your hand, golden eyes fixing on your face as he bowed his head. “Master, I am Lancer, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, it is an honor to serve under you.” Still holding your hand he pressed his lips to the back of your hand. Your face flooded with warmth, a deep chuckle resonating in your mind as you stared at the new lancer. “Perhaps I best tell the hound and the fake they have yet more competition, hmm mongrel?” 

#halo.writes #fate grand order #diarmuid ua duibhne #lancer diarmuid #cu chulainn #lancer cu #diarmuid x reader #cu x reader #gilgamesh

[paper-cuts-and-fresh-bruises]

Okay so I wanted to just write this all out before tomorrow because hadn’t considered this before (I’m a bit dumb), but I’ve realised there’s another option that supports the theory that the kiss is real between Nancy and Ace. So up until this point, if you’re like me, whether or not the kiss is real previously boiled down to two options - either it’s real and happens outside Nancy’s head or it’s not real and happens within Nancy’s head. But, I’ve realised there’s a third option that serves both, it can be real AND in Nancy’s head (or wherever the place she is that she’s lost in). I also happened to check on twitter and a few other’s have mentioned this possibility so I thought I’d just write out my version of it. 

This whole time we’ve thought it had to be one or the other but it actually makes sense with the third option. Think about it, last season when Ace got into that car accident his soul was dislodged from his body, what did the crew do? they did a ritual (or whatever it was actually called) and sent George in to get it back to him, which of course was successful. This time though, they’re trying to free Nancy from the Wraith, which as it turns out seems like it’ll require to send somebody in to navigate and be a strong enough anchor to hold on and pull her out. And who may you ask is both up for and best for the job? Ace!. And not just because I want him to but because it makes sense. George can’t go due to all that’s happened and how high risk it would be for her, and as Ace has said himself he knows her, for which I think the others wouldn’t argue especially because he could say “you did something like this for me once to save my life, now let me do it for Nancy”, or something along those lines which conveys that he’s not negotiating it being anyone other than him. Plus, Ace has proven that he’s smarter than some people think or recognise in giving him credit for.

Then as far as the kiss goes, my theory is when Ace finds her he’ll have to do something to break the hold that the Wraith has on Nancy: essentially rid her of her guilt, fears, and such at least just enough to bring her out, or at least make her realise she doesn’t have to hold those things over her head because she’s not a monster, she just makes mistakes is all and she’s a better person than she thinks. Which as part of that means facing what he’s been avoiding as well. Their feelings. The Wraith has attacked Nancy’s ability to tell Ace even at the bare minimum that not only does she like him, she like likes him, and possibly with Ace I think maybe he’s been trying to navigate that feeling of how he feels around Nancy, figuring out why he takes so much care with her, because he’s sweet like that, but by no means stupid. And at this point with the Wraith, they can’t just knock on the door, they have to bust it it off it’s hinges. So what does that mean? they’re going to go all out, show the Wraith that it has no power here, and overwhelm it. Which means going all in, sealing it nicely with a kiss. (Again as I have mentioned previously I’m not really going to go into it too much about the possible complications relating to the Bobbsey’s as a result of this, but maybe they’ll address it in the show, maybe Amanda will break it off before she leaves and give Ace a nod to Nancy, and as far as Gil is concerned he can say bye now; either way I’m sure it’ll be addressed in some way or hinted at)

The after effects of this I would like to see is Ace finding himself back, but maybe there’s a delay in Nancy’s return, like there’s at least a bit of time where she doesn’t respond or somethings happening and they have to watch, then when she all of a sudden regains herself, Ace just like rushes over to embrace her, holding her tight, or something nice at least. Then maybe, towards the end of the episode maybe there’s some awkward tension because obviously that happened, and no one else really knows in the crew even if maybe they can speculate. Also I’m still holding out on Nancy finding those words to share with Ace, but much like him we’re not going to rush her, it happens when it happens, but if there’s at least a hint about it, I’m good.

Onto a few random things, kinda spoiler kinda not really. 

So this image below as seen here (found on twitter, surprise surprise):

Shows Kennedy being handed what looks like a baby (or at least a doll one) for a scene that looks like it corresponds with the kiss scene. Whilst kinda odd, due to what we saw in the promo, Nancy is likely going back through moments of her life which hold significance, including her birth. Someone on twitter actually said this could be baby Nancy she’s holding, and whilst it seems strange and again awkward it makes sense, and Ace ending up here makes sense. He’ll figure out that this is where she’d be, that’s where to look. Also, I don't know if the scene will actually be at the cliffs or somewhere else. Shows often use different locations to make up one scene, so either she’s at the cliffs or somewhere else, either way I’m excited.

Any thoughts you have on this that you want to share, let me know. Other than that I gonna go obsess about tomorrow’s episode. (2x18 here we go!)

#nancy drew #nancy x ace #nace #ace #theory #cwnd spoilers #nancy drew 2x18 #ace x nancy #i'm excited

[carlosxhook]

The Law Of Total Madness ~ H.H

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader (yes I wrote Got7 into this sue me) + (please don’t I’m broke 🤦‍♀️)

Y/N’s P.O.V

Being Chad Charming’s twin sister was an interesting occurrence, Ben being your best friend for your whole life and growing up around Chad expectation of the perfect sister was exhausting this was where you found your love for singing and dancing thanks to Ben. He also introduced you to your other best friend prince Yugyeom originally from Jypnation and 6 other his friends who made music together the 8 of you were always glued together, you stuck together and turns out it was good for you to get away from Chad he may of been your brother and yes you loved him but god was he unbearable! Even better the 8 of you talk in korean to confuse anyone trying to ease drop Princess love to be some nosey bitches, you were a hip hop dancing, princess role breaking rebellious free soul and Chad HATED that. Perhaps the icing on the cake was that you were secretly dating a Scottish pirate, the only son of Captain Hook, the love of your life Harry Hook. It happened when you and Ben were kidnapped with Ben after convincing him you should go with him for “protection” when really you just wanted to wag chemistry class they kept you and Ben seperate and you and Harry ended up in a long make out session about 15 minutes before the most epic battle you’d ever witnessed, Ben announced that after 6 months since Dizzy, The Twins and Celia came to auradon that 3 more vks would be coming over! Hoping it would be Harry, Uma and Gil you talked to Gil while ‘kidnapped’ you two were close it was nice he seemed genuinely like a good guy, it was nice that he’s loyal to his crew and today was the day they were to arrive. Ben, Chad, Mal, Carlos, Jay, Evie, Doug and I were all gathered around waiting for them to show them around and such, the limo pulls up and all three vks get out my chest gets tight thinking about seeing him again yeah we starting “being a thing” very quickly but I liked him a lot I knew that much “Welcome to Auradon” Ben smiles “Try not to break anything” Chad snarls and I smack him over the head earning a deep chuckle from Harry as he smirks at me “it’s very colourful here” Gil smiles he’s too pure omg “well I would love too stay and help but I promised NaNa I’d be at practice 10 minutes ago, it was lovely too see you all again.” I wave before running off towards the school dance hall and quickly issuing magic to get changed into a red crop top and some high waisted black shorts with black converse, damn I was too cute for my own good sometimes, poor Chad never got any magic my parents had me enchanted when I was little so I could protect myself.

Harry’s P.O.V

“I apologise for Princess Y/N’s departure she’s preparing for a very important event and competition as a representative for Auradon, if any of you need her she’s typically in the dance hall!” Ben hints looking towards me it’s not like her and I were seriously anyways, yeah I liked her, a lot but I’d barely say I thought about her. That’s a lie everyday that stupidly gorgeous girl plagued my mind and she just runs off before I can have her in my arms again, how selfish? Does she even still care about me, about us, we had a connection fuck I knew feelings and l..l...lov that l word made you weak, how pathetic I thought I had a happily ever after.

We go through the entire of auadorn and finally reach the Dance Hall we hear loud music coming from within and I peek in seeing Y/N practicing “let’s watch!” Ben opens the door and we stand at the back my eyes fixated on the gorgeous girl dancing her heart out, “she’s gonna win” Chad laughs at Gils proud statement “please who does she think she is this isn’t the isle she should be in a castle or locked in a tower” Chad snorts “I’m sorry say that again Princey” I growl “cool it” I hear Uma whisper “you wanna get found out huh” she follows. “He’s an ass” I mutter focusing back on the events in front of me Y/N walking towards us with a big smile “what did you think?” She asks as her sparkling eyes meet mine before Chad can even open his mouth I reply “Ye did very good indeed” winking at the now blushing princess “anyways” she chirps “we need 3 more female dancers to back up Yugyeom and I’s duo for the competition, because as much as I’d love too see Jackson, Mark and BamBam in skirts with wigs and heels... I don’t wanna frighten the audience” she giggles looking behind her at the 7 boys now making their way over once they reach us the throw Y/N a questioning look before speaking in what I can only assume in another fucking language.

Y/N’s P.O.V

I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss Harry I did and as much as I wanted to run into his arms and breathe in his scent and glory I know I can’t, I lean over to Uma to get closer to Harry “Hey Uma, I don’t know if ben told you but we are sharing a room, I’m barely ever in my dorm so don’t worry I won’t bother you!” I smile and she just scoffs she’s not the biggest fan of me I mean she did kidnap Ben and I after all, I couldn’t blame her though the Isle was shocking I would wanna get out too I am kinda thankful cause of it I found Harry. That was if he still even liked me, I heard from Mal he’s a player and no good that he flirted with anything that moved I mean one of the old exchange students Nana did that too, and he was harmless I was just hoping Harry’s flirting was too.

“Yugyeom, can we finish I wanna show em to the dorms?” I smile to the fluffy haired boy sweat dripping down his white shirt making it slightly see through “only this once ya, usually I’m the one to try cut practice shorty” he laughs “sweet, don’t forget we go all day tomorrow with the boys!” I point to our 6 other friends and wave shooting them a wink before turning around seeing everyone but the pirates had left “well I’ll shall show you to your rooms I guess” I lead the way to the dorms it’s a bit awkward and the silence burns.

“So Y/N” Gil cuts the air “what’s this competition?” He smiles coming and placing an arm around me I hear Harry growl but I just let Gil rest his arm on me “well it’s a multi-kingdom performance competition, we must sing and dance and the winner’s kingdom hosts a massive party and a heap of important musical performers come for all necks of the woods too play and come watch!” I smile getting excited just thinking about it “Yugyeom and I have a duo, I have a solo and so does he, then a boy group performance and then a girl group performance if we win 3/5 of the categories Auradon will host its first ever K fest, it’ll be amazing!” I stop abruptly “our duo performance is gonna be the best we’ve ever done, and we’ve done a lot” I chuckle “anyways this is the boys dorm 701 Gil and Harry are here and then just down the all at 690 is where Uma will be if y’all need her. Your belongings will be inside for you if you need anything please don’t hesitate to ask” I turn around and walk to my room Uma in tow “so Y/N, been a while huh?” She laughs “indeed it has, how’re you feeling about all this?” I ask pointing around “it’s where I’ve always wanted to get my crew, I got Gil and Harry here, now I need to work on the rest” I see a glint of sadness in her eyes “I’m only really here because I care about those boys and they don’t deserve to rot on an island, yeah they’re dicks and trouble but they’re loyal to me so I am loyal to them, they fight for me so I fight for them. Always!” I was shocked Uma was really caring I didn’t expect this side of her “I’m only telling you this because I know you and Harry are a thing” she pays my back “wait we still are?” I ask hopeful “yeah, the moment he gets you alone he’ll be all over you like a hungry wolf, watch ya back” she laughs I take a deep breath “thank you Uma I wasn’t sure he even still knew me” I lay on my bed and my stomach grubmles “girl you’re so busy dancing you don’t eat” Uma scolds “come on” she grads my hand “were getting you some food!” Running out the door she takes me too the kitchen and starts making food “I used to have make chips all the time at the shop, so hopefully Auradon sir makes them taste better than the grubby isle ones” she scoffs “Uma, can I ask something?” I nervously fiddle “sure princess what’s up?” She says cutting up potatos “Did Harry’s father ever abuse him?” She seems taken aback “it’s just I remember telling Harry I’d stay behind he just had to pretend he had me at sword point, and he said he’d never even pretend to do such a thing because he wasn’t his father.” I wipe a few tears I was confused was Harry harmful “Harry gets his father’s temper or therefore lack of, he had outbursts, I’m sure he’ll still have them, yes to put it shortly his father before he was in the crew would often abuse him. But it wasn’t uncommon, not in the isle love is a weakness.” “Then am I weak for loving him no matter what Uma” why was I even opening up to her “no because I think you could be good for him, just don’t turn him” she jokes “or I’ll use this” she holds her shell out “yes captain!” We laugh. “Maybe finally having a roommate won’t be so bad aye” I smile as she cooks Uma might actually be a really great friend and she knows more about Harry than anyone else maybe Hook and I could work.

*The Next Day*

“Those boys I swear are always late” I mutter to no one in particular “now what’s a gorgeous girl like you doing standing ‘ere all alone?” My heart jumps hearing his voice again “Hi Harry” I turn around smiling “ye know isle got boring without a princess to kiss” she smirks “is that so, awe Harry did you miss me” I joke about he moves closer “believe me or not love, I actually did. Let’s say you left a bit of a mark on me so to speak” I giggle “now come here babe” I pull him in for a long and heated kiss “Lovely doing business with ye princess” he smirks spinning around and walking out. What the actual fuck was that, what is he playing at I’m not just some toy, I turn on the music and start dancing to Bonnie & Clyde by Dean nothing can distract me not even Harry.

Harry’s P.O.V

I fucked it up I panicked and played fuck boy player again the confident fascade is what I’m know by I must keep it up, show no emotion, no weakness. Sorry princess. It’s just how I am.

I walk to uma’s room and knock on the door “yeah what” I hear her shout “it’s me” and like that the door flies open “Where’s Gil?” She questions “running round with Jay apparently they’re besties or whatever I’m just letting the dog loose” I plop myself down on the princess’ bed “geez Auradon beds are comfy” I sigh “I don’t think your little girlfriend would appreciate your smelly leather and metal scent over her sheets” Uma jokes “not me girlfriend” I point out “I’d watch it if I were you then, she gushed on about that Yugyeom boy for a very long time, of she ain’t yours surely she’ll be his I mean they’re never not together.” As if on cue in walks Y/N “Hey Uma did you see where I put my tablets, the ones with the orange jar, I’ve got a massive headache.” She rubs her head still unaware I’m laying on her bed “yeah left hand side of the bathroom counter top” she smiles did I miss something what are they all of a sudden so... friendly...

“Thank you so much oh and by the way I’ll be back late tonight so don’t wait up I’ll sneak in, Yugyeom and I have to rehearse til late cause Ben wants to come watch us and make sure it’s all good” I watch as she leaves then I close my eyes and drift off too sleep surprisingly.

“Harry wake up omg” I hear as I open my eyes too see Uma standing above me “what?” I ask rubbing me eyes then picking up me hook “get off of Y/N’s bed and wake up she’s gonna be here soon” she scoffs “surely she wouldn’t mind a handsome looking lad in her bed waiting for ‘er” I laugh.

Y/N’s P.O.V

“Ben I don’t really understand?” I question “you want us... to kiss?” I point between Yugyeom and I “yes the chemistry is there I’m telling you it’s the winning touch, the performance is so dynamic it just needs the big ending, it’ll leave everyone shocked, stunned and more importantly it shows how well you work together.” The king smiles “are you sure this is a good idea?” He’s gone crazy completely mad oh this is not going to end well “let’s call it a day you two need to eat and back again tomorrow for more practice” Ben smiles holding the door open for us both, “he’s not serious right Y/N” Yugyeom whispers “I hope he’s not, but something tells me he is, it’s fine gyu we are the best this is nothing!” I smile placing a hand on his shoulder “what about that boy?” He asks in a small voice “we aren’t dating he made that very clear, who cares this is our dream we are so close!” I smile side hugging him and briefly laying my head on his “fighting!!” I smile before grabbing his hand and walking to my dorm he always walks me to the door of my room when we practice late “Thanks Yugyeom!” I smile “let’s work hard tomorrow!” I hug him really tightly saying goodbye and open the door to find Uma working on something and Harry asleep on my bed “I don’t remember ordering a strange man in my bed, Uma I think this ones for you.” I point to the pirate passed out on my bed “he’s been like that for hours, I don’t think he’s sleeping at night” Uma shrugs “I’ll be back I have to go try round up Gil watch the scot” I laugh before going to change clothes in the bathroom I walk out no more than 10 minutes later and he’s still there snoring away. “Harry I told you if you were struggling to come find me” I play with his hair and carefully remove the hook placing it right next to my bed I grab the spare blanket from the cupboard and put it over him and when I go to walk away I hear “Please, just stay with me love” he says almost way too soft “I’ll explain later just please” I notice he’s shaking must be nightmares or ptsd “it’s okay Harry I’m right here, I’m always gonna be okay” I smile placing a soft kiss on his forehead and jumping into the free slither of bed he’s left much for my surprise he moves and pulls me close with his arm around my stomach before I know it I’m fast asleep.

Harry’s P.O.V

I woke up and there she was in my arms and it felt right, it felt like nothing could ruin this moment until once again I panicked I’m not used to feeling this I grab my hook and leave her all alone, pangs if guilt hit me but I ignore them I’m a pirate the best one I don’t need feelings they make you weak and I will never be weak. I will make my father proud he will call me his son and I’ll finally have a family, I don’t need some stupid princess to distract me.

Y/N’s P.O.V

I woke up alone in my bed with nothing left but the memory and slight scent of metal and the ocean, or was it leather? Doesn’t matter now he used me again and I let him, I need to watch myself no distractions that would discredit all of Yugyeom and I’d hard work I’m letting Harry ruin this for me. That being said another day another practice T-minus 1 week until we gotta rock this competition he’s obviously gotta work himself else I ain’t here for his amusement ugh, today there’s a big school meeting where we perform some songs as a taster for the school and our sister school (team) Ateez High are sending over their recruits to perform, I can’t wait we have had these prepared forever so we got this in the bag.

{Might do a series on this one, kinda proud my first imagine for Harry Hook x Y/N reader I had to add something kpop okay just bear with me! Got a few requests so I’ll be getting right into them⚡️🤍}

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[shoot-the-oneshot]

Harvard Vs Netflix

Malcolm bright x reader

You were fussing over your hair for probably the tenth time this block, usually you didn’t care but you were going on a double date with your friend and her new fiance, plus it was the first time she’ll meet Malcolm, so you had to look your best.

“Love, you look fine, calm down.”

Malcolm says, gently pulling your hand away from your hair and onto his lap. It also didn’t help that he always wore a suit, and looked damn good in them. You never saw him an anything else until you moved in with him. Shooting the ex FBI agent an exasperated look.

“Surely you know that wasn’t the best thing to say right now, being a profiler and all?”

Chuckling he lifts your hand to place many soft kisses to the back in apology.

“You’re right, I should’ve told you how beautiful you always look, now being no exception.”

“Plus aren’t you excited?”

Smiling you slide closer, tucking yourself under his arm resting your head on his chest as you sigh. You were excited, but couldn’t get past this weird feeling in your chest.

“I am, it’s just...her fiancé Ty,”

Feeling him move to get a better look at your expression, trying to figure out what you meant so you didn’t have to say it if you didn’t want to. You know if he saw something he didn’t like on your face as you spoke of the other man he would tell the driver to turn around, he always wanted you to be comfortable even around his family, he never seemed to calm down until you both were alone.

“There’s something off, and I can’t ask her about it or she will think it’s payback for what she said about you when we started dating.”

“What did she say about me!”

Luckily before you had to answer the car stopped outside the restaurant.

Some restaurant in Manhattan that had a dark lit romantic theme but was still classy.

After Malcolm held the door open for you, you saw Natalie sitting alone and rushed to hug her.

“You’re here!”

She squeals when she sees you, Malcolm trailing behind, hands stuffed in his expensive suit pants pockets.

“Of course we are, but where’s Ty?”

You asked sitting in the seat Malcolm pulled out for you after you introduced them both.

Reading the sheepish look on her face you could figure out what was up.

“He’s running late, he will be here soon.”

That’s what she always said. You all spend the next thirty minutes catching up and explaining old stories of the trouble you both got into as kids to Malcolm, when Ty walks in. Giving you a quick awkward hug, he knew you didn’t like him you made it clear after the fifth time he stood her up. He shook Malcolms hand and gave Natalie a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Sorry I’m late got caught up at work.”

Malcolm smirked at your eye roll, it was odd for him to see you like this, normally you were the nicest person clearly you didn’t like Ty, he just had to find out why, should be easy enough.

“What do you do?”

It was a simple question, if Malcolm wasn’t the one to ask but you knew he’d be looking for anything Ty would give up. You already had suspicions hopefully He will come to the same conclusion.

“Uh, real-estate, you?”

“I’m a consultant for the NYPD, a profiler to be exact.”

“He used to be FBI isn’t that cool!”

Natalie said squeezing Tys shoulder as she bragged to her fiancé about your boyfriends past career. At least he looked flustered knowing that Malcolm figures out serial killers thoughts for fun.

“Isn’t it a little late for real estate?”

“Y/n!”

“No Nat, it’s okay. Well Y/n in real estate I have to stage houses in order to sell them. That’s what I was doing.”

Giving an innocent shrug as she yells at you. That smug punk, he was testing you, seeing how far you would go you knew that but if you were going down so was he.

“Oh yeah did you use perfume to stage the house? because you smell absolutely floral.”

Before you could laugh at he wide eyes and the fact he choked on his drink, your boyfriends phone rang. He could feel your glare, one because you asked him to mute it during dinners, two because it ruined the moment you finally had of Ty for once not having some degrading come back.

Quietly speaking over the phone, judging by the annoyance all over his face it was his mother. Rather then third wheeling you followed him outside, when he was just hanging up.

“I’m sorry love,-“

You cut him off before he could finish, any other time you would be irritated but this time, it gave you an escape.

“Yeah yeah it’s fine. What did you think of Ty?”

“You don’t like it when I profile your friends.”

Raising his eyebrows, looking over your face as if it was a trick.

“Ty is not my friend! And I said I don’t like when you profile me! I know the guy is cheating do you agree?”

“He was acting odd and gave clear signals of deception and did smell very floral yes.”

“Well he wasn’t wearing his ring and there’s a pink lipstick mark behind his ear, did you see how nervous he got when he found out what you did!”

He’s only her fiancé but she wanted them both to have engagement rings. And of course he probably lost his ‘staging a house’

“How’d you catch that? I didn’t even see that!”

Malcolm asked, sounding astounded. Sure he went to some fancy school but you learned naturally, which is something he forgets. You could read people almost as well as he could and have made many jokes about it.

“Yeah, guess Netflix taught more than Harvard babe.”

You winked, leading him back to the restaurant.

The following week you were both having a game night with Ainsley and Mitch the new guy she was seeing. You started with monopoly, then charades which you and Malcolm killed at. Now it was 21, the boys either folded or busted, it was down to you and Ainsley,

“I’m all in.”

She says, her lip twitching. An untrained eye wouldn’t have caught it, but you call her bluff and go all in too. And you were right to do so. Yelling in excitement as you flip your cards.

“Dang it, it’s like playing with Malcolm!”

She shouted, a smile on both of your faces. The boys came to see who won, although Malcolm already knew. You were the only person he couldn’t beat at cards.

“She’s not exactly like me, she reads expressions and body language I read behaviors.”

Malcolm over explained. You found it cute but the other couple looked lost.

“Why don’t we make this fun? We all go against Y/n, two truths and a lie see if she can find the lies.”

Mitch suggest, leaning comfortably on the couch next to Ainsley. Malcolm sitting straight up next to you his hand resting on your hip. Looking mildly intrigued and quickly agreed. Mitch practically lunges to the ottoman in front of you.

“Okay! So..when I was sixteen I stole a car,

I secretly dated my best friends sister,

And I had a dog named Shakespeare.”

He quickly rattled off, the other two in the room watching us like hawks. I already knew about the car from when Malcolm made Gil run a background check. the second one looked like a truth but there was a hint of head tilt when he said ‘dated’

“You didn’t date her, you just slept together.”

It was crickets waiting for his response, he stares frozen until his eyes widen and jaw drops.

“Holy crap she’s good!”

“She was right?”

“Shakespeare, really?”

You and Malcolm shouted simultaneously.

He was equally surprised and impressed. He couldn’t figure out which was the lie. And yet you did and then some. He was proud but couldn’t stand you were that good at something you learned from a Netflix series.

“Move over, my turn!”

Ainsley now sat in Mitchs place. You noticed her foot tapping as she thought of what to say.

“I took ballet classes when I was 8, I wore a dress worth over a thousand dollars to prom and spilled punch all over it........and I over heard mom and dad talking about the girl in the box.”

Malcolms hand tightened on your thigh, you could feel his breath catch in his chest. She was trying to throw you off by playing with his emotions, it would’ve worked if she wasn’t so predictable. But it was a low blow that sadly didn’t surprise you.

“You didn’t spill the punch and you don’t know anything about the box.”

He relaxed once she nodded her head, And apologized to her brother. You could see the interest in her eyes as she asked question after question. One of them being what was beneficial with my little ‘gift’.

“Well I always know who’s lying before they open their mouth, plus knowing the signs of deception means you can manipulate them, which is why I can lie to your brother.”

Winking to your boyfriend during your last sentence. It was true you were amazing at lying, you never used it but no one ever knew about surprises you were planing.

“I’ll admit I’m impressed, but you definitely couldn’t lie to me I’d know.”

“Oh yeah? Looks like it my turn this time.”

Now facing Malcolm, you tucking you knee underneath you to appear more relaxed, you’d be more believable that way. He nodded for you to start. You grew up hearing the quote, don’t start a fight but once you’re in one win it. So if you had to pull a play from Ainsleys play book you would. You just won’t use something that traumatic. Keeping your shoulders loose and your breathing even.

“I used to own a classic car, I’ve never felt about anyone the way I do you, I cheated on you when you were in this hospital with the snake bite.”

Since you were telling the truth your expressions matched with the lie. But you knew Malcolm would be looking for forced reactions. Since you know what to look for in other people you could fake those same triggers, or hide them. He appeared calm as you spoke but the longer you stayed silent the more tense he got. While you were telling the lie you added extra detail, giving him more to analyze over the vague truths. Plus no one wants to believe someone they loved cheated on them.

“I don’t know.”

Malcolm sighed heavily, not only in defeat but confusion. He hated to think you did that to him, but he always thought that you deserved better, maybe you did too. Not being able to stand the pain in his eyes you explained.

“The car I had was a mustang, you’re the only man I’ve ever said I love you to, You mean to much to me I’d never cheat on you.”

Sliding closer with every sentence until you were practically in his lap as you finished. You could feel the stress leave his body, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and kissing your head.

Later that night you were curled up together in bed, his fingers lightly trailing up and down your arm staring at the ceiling.

“That was a stupid game.”

Softly laughing at his words, playing with the neckline of his grey shirt he sleeps in as you agreed.

“It was, but at least I got to show you my mad skills, I could take your job one day.”

You joke, successfully making him laugh and loosen up.

“It you, I’m always amazed by you. Showing off or not.

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[busterkeatonfanfic]

Chapter 31 Part I

Buster tried his darnedest to get her a date for the party. He first suggested John Barrymore, apparently forgetting (or not caring) that Barrymore had once been his greatest rival for her affection. Nelly’s opinion of him hadn’t changed since Tempest; hanging onto the arm of a crude drunk all night was not her idea of a good time. She said no. He next suggested Buster Collier. She’d never met him, but he’d been in so many pictures that she knew his face well, though she couldn’t say what the films had been about. Buster Collier had been going with Constance Talmadge until recently. The break-up wasn’t personal; Buster told her the two were still friends.

“Certainly not, then,” said Nelly. “She’ll want to know who I am, how he met me—no. She’ll know something’s fishy.”

The suggestion of Charlie Chaplin followed. She gave more consideration to it. Charlie was charming and easy to talk to. In the end, he was out of the question given the many rumors about his sexual excesses and questionable behavior with women. She didn’t think it was a wise idea and Buster had to agree. The two were friendly but not pals, and he admitted he didn’t know how far to trust Charlie either. In desperation, he floated the idea of his brother, Jingles.

“Are you kidding?” she said. Buster had told her enough about his family that she’d gotten a pretty good picture of Jingles, who lacked his big brother’s confidence in all areas of life and was a hopeless failure with women. “No one will believe that for a second.”

“Well, I’m out of ideas,” said Buster, sounding annoyed on the other end of the phone.

“Let me ask Bradford. He was my dance partner for Tempest. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t go for girls, anyway, so he’d be perfect.”

Nelly didn’t know that her proposition was any better than Buster’s. To his guests, Buster had treated her presence at his party in October as no big curiosity, a matter of course, but she couldn’t help but wonder what he’d say now to them now, what he’d say if Natalie in particular asked why he’d invited two big nobodies like her and Bradford. Natalie might rightfully wonder why they among hundreds of aspiring actors were there. Buster’s quick mind would probably come up with an explanation that passed muster, but Nelly worried. He’d mentioned once, an offhand comment that was far more significant to her than it was him, that Natalie had fits of jealousy over him. Nelly’s instincts told her that attending the party was a bad idea, that she’d be too much temptation to Buster and he’d give their affair away with a look or a word or, worse still, a tender caress. Regardless, she couldn’t refuse even if she’d wanted to. He’d hinted about a birthday surprise and she couldn’t let him down, not to mention she was dying to know what he’d cooked up. Aside from the tabletop phonograph and occasional record, he’d stuck to his promise not to shower her in gifts and she knew he wasn’t about to present her with something in front of his wife and guests.

Uneasiness gnawing, she directed Bradford to the Villa at dusk on Friday night. He was just as keen as she was to break into pictures, so he’d agreed to drive her to the party and be her date without hesitation, especially after she explained she only wanted to go as friends. He’d gotten a minor role in the newest D.W. Griffith, the picture she’d tried out unsuccessfully for, and was happy to tell her about it while they drove, far less stoic than he’d been with her on previous occasions. His chattiness, she guessed, was due to his eagerness to meet and charm as many stars as possible and he was having trouble controlling his excitement. As Bradford recalled how he’d spoken briefly to Griffith on the set earlier in the week, she wondered, as she’d been wondering lately, about her career path in Hollywood. There were murmurs at the United Artists canteen about a Mary Pickford talkie with Sam Taylor directing, not Shakespeare. It gave her mixed feelings. On the one hand, maybe Mr. Taylor had forgotten about directing Pickford and Fairbanks in The Taming of the Shrew. On the other, she’d been relegated to the prop house for Lady of the Pavements, the new Griffith. A niggling fear had begun to creep on her, that her much more mundane talents at management and organization were impeding her career as an actress.

As the long white drive of the Villa became visible in the distance, she asked Bradford the question she’d been dreading, knowing he’d have his own questions in turn. “When we get there, would you pretend like we’re going together?” she said.

“Pretend like we’re going together?” said Bradford.

“Yes,” she said, running her fingers over the thin chain-metal handle of her handbag. “Just, you know, hold my hand or put your arm around my waist while we’re there. Dance with me more than the other fellows. Maybe a kiss on the cheek once and awhile, that kind of stuff.”

“I’ll do it if you really want me to, but why?” he said, sounding mystified.

Nelly weighed whether to tell him the truth and decided she didn’t have a choice. “I’m seeing someone who’s going to be there and I don’t want his wife to get suspicious,” she said, being careful with her words.

Bradford chuckled. “Now I get it. I was wondering why you asked me of all people.”

She felt defensive. “You’re the closest I have to a friend, a friend who’s a fellow. I’ve been too busy to get to know very many people. It’ll be no different than if you were acting.”

“Relax,” he said, leaning over to elbow her in a friendly way. “You think I’d miss this? I don’t care what you want me there for, frankly. I’m at your beck and call.”

Her shoulders relaxed; she hadn’t been aware that she was clenching them. “Thank you,” she said. “I do like you just fine, I just didn’t know who else to invite. You’re the first fellow who came to mind.”

“Relax,” said Bradford again. He continued talking amiably as his Ford crept up the Villa drive. He wanted to know how she knew Buster and she reminded him of her involvement with Steamboat. “When’s that coming out, anyhow?” he said.

“Any day now from what I’m told,” she said, her mind only half on the conversation. Butterflies tickled her abdomen from the inside.

The circle drive with the fountain in the center was ringed with expensive cars, Packards, Rolls Royces, and Lincolns. There was a man leading a woman wrapped in a white fur stole up the steps and into the house. Bradford grinned like a little boy as he drank it all in. He helped her out of the Ford which was dismally out of place, but there was no sense in worrying about it now. She reminded herself that she was an actress and could every bit pretend to be a person who belonged to the ranks of the stars. With this in mind, she ascended the steps with her arm hooked in Bradford’s elbow and let him open the door for her. “Thank you darling,” she said, practicing that acting as he took her arm again. She hoped that the figure dressed in the beaded navy-blue dress and standing beyond the vestibule had heard it. Natalie was greeting the guests ahead of them. Seeing her, Nelly felt a little on the faint side. She’d rented her dress at Carmela’s again, this one $25 and less eye-catching. It was sleeveless and of bright purple damask. It had no beading or ruffles, just modest ruching around the waist. She’d accented it with her own glass amethyst pendant necklace and ivory silk stockings. She had wanted to look less noticeable, but the light in the vestibule made the satin threads in the dress dazzle and flash. She’d done a formidable job of keeping worry about her mistake with Buster at bay the past week, but Natalie’s nearness and realness brought it home. Slim though it was, a chance existed that this woman’s husband had made her pregnant. Before Nelly had time to gather her wits about her on this matter, she and Bradford were advancing to greet Natalie.

“How do you do?” said Natalie, and Nelly and Bradford echoed her.

Bradford answered Natalie’s unspoken question. “We work with Mr. Taylor at United Artists.”

Nelly could only manage a desperate smile as she took in all the flesh-and-blood details of Natalie and remembered how Buster had looked in the mirror as he’d thrust himself into her. She wondered if Natalie recognized her from the party last autumn and was relieved at the sound of the front door opening behind them and the excuse to move on from the hostess so she could greet her next guests.

“Holy mackerel,” Bradford said under his breath, as he led her into the foyer and looked around him.

Nelly took stock of who was at the party already. She saw Norma Shearer, Bebe Daniels, Marion Davies, Pickford and Fairbanks, and before her eyes had gotten any further, Buster. Her heart went at a clip at the sight of him. She’d expected him to be upstairs and make a grand entrance as he’d done at the previous party. He was wearing a smart brown suit and his hair was neatly combed, every errant strand in place. He swirled a glass of whiskey and took a sip, talking with Norma Talmadge and a dark-looking man with Spaniard features. “That must be Gilbert Roland,” she said, mostly to herself.

“Hmm?” said Bradford.

“Norma Talmadge’s boyfriend. She’s married, but everyone knows she’s seeing Gil Roland,” she said, reciting the gossip she’d heard from Buster.

“You’re back,” said someone cheerfully.

She turned and beamed when she recognized Charlie Chaplin. The sight of him reminded her how fun it was to be among the brightest stars in Hollywood and her discomfort about Natalie eased. “Hello again,” she said. She held out her hand to his extended one and he kissed it, his lips soft and cool on the back of her hand. She giggled, thinking she really would have been in trouble if she’d attended the party with him. “This is Bradford. He’s with me at United Artists.”

“Oh, that’s simply heartbreaking. Don’t tell me you’re taken!” said Charlie, his hand going to his heart.

“I’m afraid so,” she said, leaning her head on Bradford’s shoulder briefly to demonstrate. “I’ll still save a dance for you.”

“If you’d be so kind,” he said, his accent rich and irresistible. “But why haven’t I seen you at United Artists?”

Nelly smiled and squeezed Bradford’s arm. “We’re undiscovered I’m afraid, but D.W. Griffith has his eye on Bradford. They spoke just this week. Me they’re keeping locked up in the prop department right now, but just you wait.”

Charlie winked. “Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we? Will you be about next week?”

She could hardly believe it. And she’d been so worried about her career. “Of course.”

“Good. It’s settled. I’ll catch you when the band starts, hmm?” he said. “Lovely to see you.” He pressed her hand and turned away, disappearing into the crowd.

Her head whirled. One minute she was worried about Natalie Talmadge finding her out, the next Charlie Chaplin seemed to be promising her some sort of a future in films. And there was a band!

“Drink?” said a butler she didn’t know, stopping in front of them with a tray on which were arranged a number of delectable-looking drinks, all of oranges, deep reds, and yellowish creams.

“Thank you,” she and Bradford said, choosing drinks after a few moments’ consideration. She went for the cream-colored one.

Another butler materialized with hors d'oeuvres. She plucked up one of the bite-sized trifles and popped it in her mouth. She tasted dill and some kind of fish. Bradford sampled one too before returning to his drink. She didn’t recognize the butler. Buster must have hired help for the party. Bradford wound a hand around her shoulder. “Thanks for all this, darling,” he said. The endearment was scripted for anyone within hearing, but he meant the words.

“You’re welcome,” she said, sipping her drink. It had the flavor of pineapples, a California taste if there ever was one.

Her eyes roamed over the guests again. She recognized Constance Talmadge, Harold Lloyd, Buster Collier, John Gilbert, and Gloria Swanson. There were many men she didn’t know, some of middling looks, some downright unhandsome; those were the directors and big shots. Her gaze flickered to Buster just as he looked over at her. He gave a small, unsmiling nod and returned to his conversation. A mild pang struck her at the coldness of his acknowledgment, but she was relieved that he was being careful. She and Bradford kept to themselves, smiling and responding in kind whenever a guest nodded and said hello. She missed Louise Brooks and wished she had a girl friend to keep her company.

They were on their second drinks when attendees began to nod at each other and move in the direction of the living room. Exchanging looks, Nelly and Bradford followed. The living room, fully decorated when she’d last seen it five days ago, had been denuded of all furniture. Against the loggia on the southwest wall, a full orchestra was arrange in a suite of chairs. The members held instruments of all sizes and shapes, violins, saxophones great and small, trumpets, clarinets, a drum kit, a piano, an upright bass, even a huge tuba sitting somewhat uneasily in one man’s lap. There were at least two dozen men in the band at Nelly’s quick count, dressed alike in black tuxedos and bow ties. With the furniture and grand piano moved out, the living room was more spacious than ever.

“Why, it’s Paul Whiteman’s Orchestra!” Bradford said into her ear, voice hushed. He nudged her and flicked a finger in the direction of a fat man with a round face standing to the right of the orchestra.

Nelly was dazzled. The realization that one of her favorite bands in the room burst through her like a beam of sunshine. She couldn’t find words for her awe, but clutched for Bradford’s hand and squeezed it. The orchestra was burbling in a tuneless way as violinists tested strings and trumpets and saxophones tried out notes. A kind of restlessness pervaded the scene, musicians keen to begin, partygoers eager to dance. This went on for a few minutes until Buster threaded his way through his guests and stood facing the crowd with his back to the band.

“Nate and I want to thank you for coming tonight,” he began. “It’s an honor and a—” He looked over the crowd for a few moments as though he were thinking about what to say next. “An honor, a pleasure … you know, that kind of stuff. Anyway, I’d like you to give a hand for this gentleman and his little band here. They’re not very well-known, but if you’ll just, uh, pretend a little I’m sure it’ll make them very happy.” He straightened his tie, took one step forward, and fell on his face. There was laughter. As Buster stood up and brushed himself off, Paul Whiteman took his place. He was even less a man of words than Buster, saying only to the guests, “Thank you very much for having us tonight.” He walked to the left of the musicians and addressed them. “Gentleman …”

Two men assembled at the front of the orchestra near the upright piano. Nelly wondered for a second how they transported it from gig to gig, but forgot the question when Whiteman lifted his baton, held it in the air, and dropped it. The two men and the one at the piano began scatting a capella.

Wot-dot-dot, doh-dot, dot-dot-doh

Wot-dot-dot-dot, dot-dot-doh …

The man at the piano laid his hands on the keys just as one of the singers started in a smooth baritone, “You’ve heard of the Charleston, the Black Bottom.”

“I’ve got a rhythm that’s really got ‘em,” chimed the other singer. “It must be something new.”

“Gonna start it for you,” sang the man at the piano. It goes like, One, there it is.

His companions joined him:

One-two, there it is,

One-two-three, can’t you see where the merit is?

One-two-three-four, everywhere it is,

One-two-three-four, five steps!

At this, the snare sounded a beat and the whole orchestra burst into voice. Bradford grabbed Nelly’s hand and waist and swung her into motion. She yelped with delight. The rhythm was too fast for her to think about whether her feet were doing five steps; she just clung to Bradford and tried to keep up with the foxtrot he was leading her in. Over his shoulder, she could see that all the other dancers were smiling, Marion Davies dancing with Charlie Chaplin, Gloria Swanson paired with John Barrymore. She felt a sudden, uncanny sense of belonging as she and Bradford galloped along. A clarinet soloed, followed by a violin in a high, reedy voice like a grasshopper.

One, there it is,

One-two, there it is,

One-two-three, can’t you see where the merit is?

One-two-three-four, everywhere it is,

One-two-three-four, five steps!

One, got to learn,

One-two, got to learn,

One-two-three, there is not such a lot to learn,

One-two-three-four, aren’t you hot to learn?

One-two-three-four, five steps!

As the singers carried on, it was all Nelly could do to keep her rhythm and her breath. She was panting and laughing when the final note sounded. She and Bradford withdrew from the dancers to get a drink of punch from the bowl on the table in the foyer. As soon as their thirst was quenched, though, she took Bradford’s hand and hurried back into the room. She wasn’t going to miss a moment of the Paul Whiteman Orchestra’s set if she could help it.

The orchestra had begun a sweet, wistful melody led by trumpets. She recognized it at once as “Mary,” one of her favorites. Rather than dancing, she stood on the edge of the crowd with Bradford and watched. The trumpets piped and her heart was overfull as she soaked in the music and her surroundings with all of her might. Dancers kicked up their heels in a slower foxtrot as the full orchestra echoed the trumpets’ melody. She could have watched all the beautiful stars before her in their tuxes and brightly colored dresses, but she had eyes only for the orchestra and Whiteman’s graceful conducting. It was a marvel the way he brought different sections of the band to life with just a flick of his baton.

One of the singers stepped forward as a violin finished off the melody. He was perhaps a little taller than Buster, but slightly husky, with ears that stuck out and eyes as blue as a spring sky.

What are you waitin’ for,

What are you waitin’ for, Ma-ary?

What are you thinkin’ ‘bout,

Who are you thinkin’ ‘bout, Mary?

The bees are buzzin’,

They’re buzzin’ right in my ear,

And they keep on asking,

Hey, what’s the big idea?

He was the one with the smooth baritone like poured honey. All his notes flowed together without a single hitch. She recognized his voice from many of Whiteman’s records.

“He’s incredible,” she said, standing on tiptoes to whisper it in Bradford’s ear. He nodded in return.

Why do you lead me on,

Why do you be so con-trary?

You wouldn’t let my castles

Come tum-tum-tumblin’ down

Think of the things in store,

What are you waitin’ for, Ma-ary?

The violins concluded the melody and the brass took it up again. Her senses were filled with trumpets and the snare, then the orchestra singing as one voice.

She didn’t notice how spellbound she’d become until applause startled her back to reality. She clapped along with everyone else and the singer gave a bow and a modest smile. Bradford was bending to say something about the music when Nelly felt the cloth of a suit on the bare skin of her left shoulder. She turned to see Buster. He looked ahead, nonchalant, and her heart gave a fond trot.

“How d’ya like your birthday present?” he said quietly, still looking ahead.

“Oh, don’t kid me.” Even as she said it though, she knew in her heart of hearts that he wasn’t joking. The band was for her.

Still not looking at her, he gave the slightest of smiles. “Pretty good joke, huh?”

Her eyes welled. “I don’t know whether to kiss or kill you. You’re out of your mind and I don’t know how I’ll ever begin to thank you.” When she looked at him again, he was finally looking back, his brown eyes so affectionate she was in danger of throwing her arms around him in front of all of Hollywood, including his wife.

“Who’s your boyfriend?” he said, but his tone was curious, not suspicious.

She wiped the trace of tears from her eyes and turned to Bradford, who by then had noticed their conversation. “This is Bradford,” she said, laying a hand on his upper arm. “Bradford, this is Buster.”

“How d’you do, Mr. Keaton?” said Bradford, extending a hand. He glanced from Buster to her as they shook hands and she saw him connect the dots. Her insides went hot and cold. In hindsight, her casual introduction of Buster was a dead giveaway.

“Where’s Louise?” she said, moving on and trying not to punish herself for her mistake.

“Brooks? Or my sister? Sis is here somewhere. Probably trying to corner Ramon Novarro by the punch bowl.” He removed his cigarettes from his breast pocket and pulled one out. “Brooks, you know the score. Wife thinks there’s some funny business going on between us and if I invite her to another party I’m dead meat.”

Trying to be friendly or playing an angle, Bradford butted in. “How’s your new picture, Mr. Keaton?”

“Buster,” he said, taking a drag off the cigarette. “Going alright I guess. Can’t complain. You in pictures?”

Bradford chattered away about D.W. Griffith and Nelly looked around them briefly to see if anyone was paying attention to their interaction. None of the Talmadges were near. She spotted Natalie and Norma chatting with Douglas Fairbanks across the room. Constance was standing nearer and speaking to a man Nelly didn’t recognize, but her back was turned to them.

“Wanna dance?” said Buster, fingers curving into her elbow.

She gave an anxious glance at Bradford, worried about him overhearing, but remembered he already knew. She said in an undertone, “I don’t think we ought to. Not for a few more songs at least. You should dance with a couple other girls first.”

Buster squeezed the crook of her arm and dropped his hand. “Alright, if you say so. I’ll be back.”

Half an hour later, he had taken her advice. The band had played “I’m Coming Virginia,” “Mississippi Mud,” and “Grandma.” Her next two dances had gone to Bradford and she’d sat “Grandma” out. Buster had danced with Constance Talmadge, Bebe Daniels, and Marion Davies. The crowd of guests had gotten louder as more cocktails circulated. Nelly had accepted a third drink, but was tempering herself and had taken only a sip. The blue-eyed singer stepped forward and commanded the crowd’s attention.

“We just added this one to the repertoire. It’s from a musical they’ve got in New York right now called Present Arms. Harry and Al and me, we’ll introduce you to it,” he said in a smooth, affable voice. He smiled, showing white, even teeth and snapped his fingers at the orchestra to cue them, eyes on the audience.

She was so focused on him that she was startled when someone seized the drink from her hand. Buster walked away from her and set her drink on a side table on the periphery of the room. “Come on kid, I’ve waited long enough,” he said, setting his hand on her waist when he returned. The orchestra was in full swing, the brass section taking up a melody that the strings underscored and singing out cheerfully. A clarinet butted in every several measures, rich and mellow. Nelly had danced with Buster a dozen times in her apartment and his bungalow, but as he folded her hand into his, she remembered just their first dance at the party in October. She’d been spooked then about her changing feelings for him and nervous lest Natalie think something was afoot. Now that they were really having an affair, the dread and nervousness were like a thousand pin-pricks to her skin. She was sure it must be obvious that Buster and she were more than simply acquaintances.

Buster led her in a medium-tempo foxtrot, his eyes cast upward, as though dancing with her among all the other women was no big deal. Only his thumb massaging her palm gave him away. He smelled like aftershave and cigarettes. She tried to pay attention to the dance, the rhythm of her hips and her feet and not the sensation that every person in the room was staring at them and wondering about the girl Buster was dancing with.

He leaned in, his cheek almost resting against hers. “Loosen up,” he said in her ear.

She put her mouth by his ear in turn. “I feel like everyone’s watching us.”

He gave a calm, closed-lipped smile. “Everyone’s too busy getting ossified and cutting a rug to pay us any, baby.”

“I still don’t feel—”

“Hush,” he said. “Just enjoy yourself.”

The brassy trumpet and an oboe bantered for a while before the full orchestra cut back in.

I’m a sentimental sap that’s all

What’s the use of trying not to fall?

I have no will

Aw, you made your kill

‘Cause you took advantage of me

It was the blue-eyed singer again. In the background, the two others crooned softly. Nelly closed her eyes for a beat and watched herself as Natalie might, were she able to peer inside Nelly’s head. Buster. The Villa. The Paul Whiteman Orchestra.

I’m just like an apple on a bough

And you’re gonna shake me down somehow

So what’s the use?

You cooked my goose

‘Cause you took advantage of me

Her purple dress. A room full of stars.

I’m so hot and bothered that I don’t know

My elbow from my ear

Suffer something awful each time you go,

Much worse when you’re near

Playing billiards in Buster’s game room. Buster enclosing her in his arms on his bed.

Here I am with all my bridges burned

Just a babe in arms where you’re concerned

Buster’s lips and tongue and fingers and hands. His prick.

So lock the door and call me yours

‘Cause you took advantage of me

The shower. The down blanket and the stars sparkling over Beverly Hills. Buster’s body warm against hers.

The brass section sang out again, boisterous, confident, the strings wrapping its melody. Nelly moved her feet, scarcely conscious of the dance. Her head was still planted in the clouds when it ended and Buster’s hands let go. She couldn’t help glance around her, wondering who’d been watching. To her relief, the one person who caught her eye was Bradford, who had just let go of Marion Davies. He kissed Marion’s hand and said something in her ear that made her laugh, then walked back over to Nelly.

“Don’t make me jealous now,” he said, kissing her cheek.

“Look who’s talking!” she said, giving him the smile and all the weight of feeling she would have to Buster had she been able.

“Don’t forget your Orange Blossom,” said Buster, pressing it back in her hand. “I’ll be back for you in a little bit.” He turned away and she saw him catch John Gilbert by the arm and demand something that made Gilbert roar with laughter.

“How’d you enjoy your dance with Miss Davies?” said Nelly to Bradford.

“Oh, I expect I’ll be playing the lead in her next picture,” Bradford said, winking to show that his boast wasn’t serious. “How was your dance with Mr. Keaton?”

“He dances well,” she said, playing along.

A cool hand on her arm made her turn. Nelly blanched when she saw who it was.

“Have we met?” said the blonde woman, her smile warm.

“I don’t believe so. You’re Constance Talmadge.”

Constance smiled. She had a small, prim mouth outlined in a rose-colored lipstick. Her hair was waved and golden, her throat sparkling with a sapphire and diamond choker.

One of the singers was singing, “Baby face, you’ve got the cutest little baby face …”

“That’s right. And you?” said Constance.

Nelly reminded herself that she could act with the best of them. She put a hand on Bradford’s back. “Bradford and I work with Mr. Taylor at United Artists.”

“I’m in the new D.W. Griffith,” Bradford offered.

“Oh, that’s fine,” said Constance, sounding interested. “What’s your role?”

Bradford smiled. “Well I’m just an extra at the moment, but Mr. Griffith said Thursday he’s going to fit me into more scenes. He found out I can play piano and thinks he can use me for a bigger role.”

“I loved you in Breakfast at Sunrise,” Nelly said to her. “It’s such an honor to meet you.”

“Why thank you.” Constance was as friendly as could be, but there was something about her appearance that made Nelly uneasy. “Is this your first time at one of Bus and Nate’s ‘dos?” she asked.

Nelly put on her best casual smile. “My second. I was here last fall.” She didn’t offer to explain how she knew Buster and hoped that Constance wouldn’t inquire. Distantly, she heard the orchestra and saw the bodies around them moving in time to the music.

“Oh, then you’re old hat. Have you tried the crab croquettes?”

Nelly said that she hadn’t. She was wondering where the conversation would go next when Bradford broke in. “Miss Talmadge,” he said, his voice brimming with charm. “Would it be too forward to ask you to dance?”

Constance smiled. Nelly could tell she was genuinely charmed. “Even if it was, I’ll say yes.”

“Wonderful.” He palmed her waist which was clothed in blue silk and chiffon. Glancing at Nelly as he took Constance’s small, white hand in his, he said, “Sorry, darling. Don’t be jealous.”

Nelly could have kissed him. With only one thought in mind, she elbowed her way out of the crowd and to one of the butlers, she helped herself to a minty green drink from his tray. She tossed it back, grabbed an Orange Blossom, and gulped that too. To his credit, the butler was too well-bred to react. She would have explained to him if she could that she wouldn’t be able to enjoy another second of the party without being drunk. The encounter with Constance had brought her jitters to a fever pitch. Nodding her thanks to the butler, she took another Orange Blossom in hand and went to track down the washroom.

The blue-eyed singer’s baritone followed her down the hall.

Birds are singing merrily

The sun is shining peacefully

Because my baby don’t mean maybe now

She locked the door behind her and set the drink on the edge of the sink as she relieved herself. Her make-up needed no touching up, and her cheeks were flushed with drink. Buster had engaged the Paul Whiteman Orchestra as a birthday gift to her and she was going to relax if it was the last thing she did. Technically it wasn’t her birthday for a few more hours, but even if they didn’t know it, everyone out there was dancing in honor of Nelly Foster’s twenty-seventh year on earth. She exited the washroom feeling more secure with this thought. Bradford was playing his part perfectly. The Talmadges didn’t suspect anything. It was okay if she loosened up as Buster had urged her to do.

#Buster Keaton #fan fiction #RPF #Actor RPF #Golden Age Hollywood #1920s #Bing Crosby #Paul Whiteman Orchestra

[allthingshetalia]

Hello! I hope all is well! May I have a scenario with Germany where him and the reader are having a fight, and Ludwig started it? Thank you!

💕This is soooo long and dramatic! And it’s a whole rollercoaster. It involves a angry then absolutely heartbroken Luddy and dogs! This man loves you what can I say💕

The whole room was warm. The combined body heat of both your fuming bodies seemed to be enough to kick the air conditioner on. You swore you could hear some whimpers from the dogs as both of their favorite people screamed at each other. Your temples felt numb from holding back tears and yelling. Your mind went elsewhere as you took in your surroundings.

Your boyfriends words sounded like he was speaking to you underwater. His face was red and his strong body shook as his mouth moved in furry.

It was a new sight for you.

His icy blue eyes- that despite their color always stared at you with such adoration and passion. There was no trace of such feelings tonight though. They were seething and you thought for a moment maybe he wasn’t angry at you. There was no way he could be looking at you like that.

“Are you listening to me!” The sudden volume increase caused you to jump away from your thoughts. You leaned your back against the counter and continued to stare at him. “Are you fücking kidding me?! This is exactly what I’m talking about!” His steps advanced closer to you and you suddenly felt a little scared.

“I didn’t even do anything! You’re the one who started it!” You retorted. Your heart ached in your chest and you wished for him to snap out of the angry daze he was in. Doesn’t he know it’s you he’s talking to? The person who loves him more than anything.

“Oh Ja, because I’m always the bad guy aren’t I?” He questioned. He was so close that you could feel his body heat. If you just leaned a little closer to him you could rest your head against his chest and feel his rapid heartbeat.

“I never said you were the bad guy! I just said I didn’t do anything! I was just sitting down and you came and started yelling! You obviously want to fight and I’m not the person you should be fighting with! Why don’t you call Gil? I’m sure he would love to go wrestle with you or maybe go out for a run.” You tried to push past him but he quickly moved infront of you. He took a few steps forwards causing you to take a few steps back. Once your back finally hit the counter another- much large wave of fear crashed over you.

You could hear Berlitz barking from his place on the steps and he took a few warning steps near his male owner. You looked over at the pup and saw sad brown eyes wondering what he should do. He was trained to protect you, but not to protect you against Ludwig. Your eyes flooded with tears as the severity of the situation came crashing down. Was he going to hit you? Yell at you more? Break up with you?

More angry words flowed from his lips and you quickly retaliated. Insults were throw at one another and at this point it didn’t matter who started it because both of you were at fault.

“Enough!” You screeched. Your sudden outburst seemed to snap him out of his daze a little. You were finally able to squeeze past him and bolted up the steps the dogs quickly moved out of the way for you and quickly turned to follow you up the steps.

Throwing the bedroom door open you quickly shut it as soon as all the dogs were in the room with you. Locking it you threw yourself under the blankets and curled into a small ball.

Your headache didn’t fade- if anything it increased. Popping your head out of the covers you grabbed the tissue box and went back under the covers. Blowing your nose you cringed as you filled up two tissues. The bed shifted suddenly and you groaned thinking it was Ludwig. But the familiar feeling of a body laying on top of you caused you to ease up. Removing your head from the covers again you saw Berlitz was the one laying on you and Blackie was curled up by your bottom. As soon as you pulled the covers back Aster quickly dived under the covers with you so she was the little spoon. Smiling softly you cuddled the playful pup closer.

The tears finally fell. You began to sob. Your tears wet the Asters fur and the bed underneath you. The dogs cuddled closer to you trying to soothe your sadness. Your heart throbbed painfully in your chest and your hand instinctively went up to press against the pain. Your eyes kept flickering back to Ludwig. The way his chest heaved and his muscles shook.

It was around 30 minutes laters when the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway made your grip tighten on the puppy who sent you and encouraging glance in return. You buried your face in her fur deciding not to pay attention when the doorknob shook.

‘Oh Right, I locked it.” You thought. The footsteps faded down the hall and you relaxed again thinking he got the hint. But those footsteps soon returned and the sound of a key sliding into the lock made your aching heart drop. His footsteps seems to disappear because of the carpet.

He snapped his fingers twice and you felt two of the dogs leave. Aster stayed put- she was always the rebellious one.

“Aster.” Ludwig sighed. You let go of Aster not wanting to anger Ludwig anymore. She lept up and you listened as they pattered back down the hallway.

The bed shifted again and you closed your eyes tightly waiting for him to either continue the fight or say something. A large hand came down and rested itself on your head. His thumb stroked your temple softly, and he moved to get comfortable. He was sitting with his back against the headboard and you could feel one of his legs pressed against your back.

The small motion of his thumb seemed to help the small ache that was left over. Yet some part of you just didn’t want to be touched. You removed your head from under his hand and tucked your whole body under the comforter again. A shaky sigh left his lips and he straightened his back.

“That was a horrible thing to do to you Kätzchen.” He finally said. His breathing was heavy and rocky and you knew he was upset- not angry, just upset. “I-I don’t know why I did it. I-I can’t believe I even yelled at you like that.” He shifted again, this time laying down with his back flat against the mattress.

You couldn’t see it but he was crying at this point. His heart pounded against his chest and all he wanted to do was beat the living daylights out of himself and hold you against him. The scene played in his mind over and over and over. The way your beautiful eyes welled up with tears. The way your eyes looked up at him with fear when your back hit the counter. The anger that quickly took fears place. His chest hurt. His head hurt. He wasn’t good with words. He needed to hold you. To show you how sorry he was and how he would never do anything to hurt you ever again. He couldn’t promise the both of you would never get in a fight again but it sure as hell would never escalated to that level again.

“I will never do that again. I can’t promise that we won’t ever fight again, but I won’t ever let it go to that level.” He spoke, you finally decided it was time to uncover yourself just a bit. You kept your back turned to him but you removed your head from the covers.

“What made you so mad to begin with?” You questioned. Ludwig seemed to relax a little when you finally spoke.

“Feliciano, was being an idiot.” He grumbled. You tsked and laid flat on your stomach, still not facing him.

“Isn’t He always an idiot according to you?” You snapped.

“He says he has a crush on you.” That came out as a whisper. A smile crept on your face. The bubbly Italian always made you smile and you were flattered he thought you were cute. When Feli has a crush on someone it doesn’t necessarily mean he wants to date you- he just thinks your attractive. Hell he has a crush on half the world. But his loving personality is what makes him so special.

What you didn’t notice though was Ludwig was able to see your face in the mirror next to the bed. His aching heart shattered as soon as he saw the edges of your lips turn, assuming you liked Feliciano back.

A loud sob escaped his lips before he could stop it, causing you to jump. Looking over at him you felt absolutely horrible for everything that had happened tonight- even though it was technically his fault. His pressed his fist against his lips to stop the sounds, as his chest heaved up and down. His face was bright red and fat tears rolled down his cheeks. His breathing was erratic and you wondered for a moment if he was having some kind of panic attack. What it was though, was complete and utter heartbreak. He tried to get up, because he didn’t want you to see him like this.

Your hands bolted out on their own, wanting nothing more than ease the pain of the man you loved more than anything. You removed his hand away from his face and pushed him back down on the bed. You practically threw yourself on top of him pressing kisses to the side of his face before burying your head in his neck. Thick arms held you tightly against him, and hands gripping your shirt desperately.

You shushed him gently your own tears spilling from your eyes. His quivering lips were pressed against you forehead and his chest shook with much quieter sobs.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it and I know you didn’t either! I don’t care why you were upset, just please don’t take it out on me again.” You still assumed he was upset over the fight, not knowing that the reason behind his sobs was your innocent smile. You spoke some loving words in German knowing he adored it when you spoke his language. After long minutes of kissing and holding each other the both of you finally calmed down. Your grips had loosened on each other, after you both had a hard time breathing in each other’s grips. You laid on his chest as he breathed deeply in and out your own body instinctively copying his breaths.

“You like Feliciano?” He mumbled, his lips still pressed against your forehead.

“Ja.” You pulled your head away from him to look at him. Your fingers went up and traced his strong jaw. “He’s one of our closest friends, so of course I like him. I know he annoys you but you love him too.” You chuckled. He moved his head so the back of it was flat against the pillow. Your hand fell to his chest and you decided to draw small circles. Pressing your nose right below his ear you kisses the skin softly enjoying the shiver that ran through him.

“You smiled when I told you he had a crush on you.” Your heart rate sped up and you silently apologized to the organ for all the drama it’s had to endure over the past 2 hours.

“Is that why you were so upset? Because you think I like-like him?” You sat your whole body up your hips resting against his. He looked you up and down before nodding. You quickly leaned forward and cupped his tear stained face in your hands. “I smiled because it’s sweet. You know how Feli is! He as a ‘crush’ on almost everyone, it’s just his way of saying he thinks they are attractive. He’s told me he’s had a crush on you! I’d doesn’t mean what you think it does LudBug.” You assured using his silly little nickname. “That’s why I smiled! It’s always nice knowing people think you’re cute.”

Light flooded back into the Germans face at your words and he suddenly felt horribly, desperately embarrassed.

“Gott, I am so sorry my little Kätzchen. I just firgured he would be able to sweep you off your feet, especially if you already liked him.” You slowly felt as his muscles relaxed.

“I know and I’m sorry too. Let’s just forget this whole night ever happened! We are never getting into a fight ever again!” You boomed. A smile smile crept on your lovers face as he nodded his head in agreement. A sudden wave of exhaustion hit the both of you as the long night of events finally caught up to you.

You flopped down on his chest, and he rolled over with you in his arms. Letting you snuggle as deeply into him as you wanted, he quickly got under the covers himself not really caring he was still in his workout clothes.

“I love you Luddy.” You mumbled.

“Ich liebe dich auch.” He mumbled back, tucking you tighter under his chin.

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today (of all days) - pt. 3

Hello!! I’m not gonna lie this chapter was a,,, problem. I struggled with ideas for so long but I finally landed on something I like!! This hiatus has been killer on my inspiration for writing but I’m determined to finish this! Hope y’all enjoy!

Gil is barely home for 5 minutes when a knock resounds through the apartment. After a couple of drinking celebrating his promotion to lieutenant, he’s feeling a bit fuzzy headed when he pulls the door open. Jessica stands in the center a bottle in hand and a dazzling smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Surprise!” She squeals. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the actual celebration, Ainsley practically hugged my leg refusing to let me leave until I read to her.” Gil smiles despite the obvious lie. He knows the truth, that she can’t be around all those officers. Looks of suspicion or pity on their faces as they stare at her. 

“That’s alright Jess.” He chuckles stepping aside for her to come in. She sweeps in with all the grace she can, immediately stepping into his kitchen and retrieving the glasses. She knows where they are by now, that should make him laugh but when he sees the bottle again after she sets it on the counter he stops in his tracks.

“Oh, Malcolm wants to go out with you to celebrate your promotion too. I thought it’d be nice for it to just be the two of you and Ainsley and I could have a mommy daughter day.”

“I’d like that.” He says, only half paying attention to what she’s saying. He can see it now, the way her shoulders are knotted, like an invisible string is the only thing keeping her upright. Her flowing steps are more controlled than usual, extra precautions taken to not see her even stumble.

He follows her to the couch where he pours them both a drink. She doesn’t down the first like she normally would on nights like these. He wonders if this is her first drink. “Are you listening?”

He blinks, caught in his analysis. “No, sorry.”

“Ainsley has her first competition of the season in three weeks. You’ll make it right?”

“Of course. How can I miss New York’s most promising young figure skater?” He sees the spark in her eye just before it fades. A momentary happiness before being drowned out by whatever is on her mind.

“Good because she hasn’t stopped talking about showing off the new spiral she learned.” She doesn’t meet his eyes as she’s speaking. It’s a rambling sort, where she’s saying literally anything that’s on her mind rather than getting to the heart of the issue. It takes until he finishes this drink to bring himself to stop her.

“Jess, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” She smiles, the one she saves for reporters and on her worse days, her children.

“You haven’t even been able to look at me for the past fifteen minutes.” 

“That’s not true.” “Then look at me.” She purses her lips, tilting her head before she finally meets his gaze. Almost immediately her mask falls apart, tears building in her eyes as she struggles to hold eye contact. “What happened?”

“Nothing. It’s ridiculous.”

“Not to me.” She drops her head into her free hand, eyes settling on the amber liquid in her glass. “Jessica, talk to me.”

She sighs, but relents, “I ran into an old friend.”

“Oh?”

“His name is Thomas, we grew up together basically. Gave our parents hell in the way only two children of stupidly wealthy families can.”

“Hard to imagine you being rowdy.”

“Oh, I had a whole rebel faze in high school.” She laughs and he joins in. “We would sneak out, drink on the hood of his car, act gloriously stupid.”

“Jess,”

“He’s different. We both are. He took over his father’s business, would’ve been my parent’s dream match for me. Maybe that’s why I was excited to see him again.” She places her glass at the table frantically wiping her eyes before the tears fell. “I could’ve made it right.”

“It’s not your job to make it right.”

“I know.” She sighs. “It just felt like a sign? When I talked to him it was just like old times. He didn’t treat me like-”

“Like the Surgeon’s ex-wife.”

“Exactly.” She picks up her drink again, maybe just for something to cling to. “Well, Adolpho did some digging. Turns out Thomas has an exclusive deal with Barbara Walters.”

“She was using him to get a story.” She nods her head tilted down as her shoulders begin to shake. “I’m so sorry Jess.”

“I just” She sniffs trying to take a deep breath to control the tears. “I thought this was different. Someone finally taking interest in me, not the Whitlys.” She spits the name with a venom she hadn’t before. Long ago she explained why she kept the last name. Now he wonders if she regrets her choice. “Feels stupid now.”

“It wasn’t stupid Jess.” He puts his drink down, reaching to her slowly. He places his hands on her arms.

“Most days I’m fine. I have all I need in my life with Malcolm and Ainsley and-” Her eyes dart away at the almost confession. He tries not to hope that she was going to finish that sentence with you. “But I’m so lonely. But nobody wants to be with the ex-wife of a serial killer.”

“That’s not all you are.”

“That’s all they see me as.”

“Not to me.” She stops, her eyes going wide for a second. 

She takes a deep, shaky breath. Her voice is so quiet it's like she’s afraid to ask. “What do you see?”

He runs his hands down her arms scooting closer. “I see an amazing mother. One who gives up everything to make sure her kids are happy. One who hunted down therapist after therapist for one Malcolm felt comfortable with and never gave up. One who talks about her kids for half an hour before even thinking about herself.” She smiles, a soft broken smile. “I see someone who’s resilient and strong. Hell, I still keep the mental image of when you punched the journalist who tried to talk to Malcolm.”

“Not my best moment.”

“I beg to differ.” He chuckles. “I see your passion. You want to help people, even if they don’t want your help. You’re a good person Jess.”

“Tell that to Barbara Walters.”

“She doesn’t know you. Not like we do. You are tough as hell, and beautiful too.” Her breath catches in her throat at that. He wonders how long it’s been since anyone has called her beautiful. A heavy silence falls over the room. He opens his mouth again but before he can continue her lips are on his.

It feels like his entire mind short circuits for a second. He’d thought of kissing her about a hundred times but never could he think of acting on it. He wishes he could catalogue every feeling but she pulls away too soon.

Her eyes are wide and guilty. A fresh sort of shame washes over him as well, thinking maybe she regrets it. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s ok Jess.” “You’re a good man and for a second I just wanted to pretend like I could ever deserve someone like you.”

“Jess.”

“You are so good to my family. Malcolm thinks of you like a father and god how could I jeopardize that?”

“Jessica.”

“I’m so sorry can we-” He cuts her off by cupping her face with both hands and pulling her to him. She tenses when her lips touch his, hands hovering in between them. She relaxes when his thumb runs gently over her cheekbone and she knots her fingers into the front of his turtleneck.

He thinks he could stay there forever, just kissing her. Relishing in the feeling of her nails combing through his hair. She deepens the kiss pulling a groan from the depth of his chest. He feels her smile and laugh against his mouth and he moves a hand to her hip to pull her even closer.

She seems to have a better idea when she pulls away, only for a second to swing her leg over his lap straddling him. He doesn’t even have time to react before she’s kissing him again. He runs his fingers through her curls, they’re as soft as he thought they would be. When her tongue swipes across his he can taste the bourbon and a hint of vodka on her lips.

The confirmation of what he thought earlier is like being doused in freezing water. He pulls away but she immediately goes to attack his neck instead. “Jess.” He runs his hands over her back trying to get her attention. She only makes an inquisitive sound in response. “We’re drunk.” She hums in confirmation as if that was the most obvious thing. “Jess, stop.”

She pulls away and he watches the guilt appear again. “You’re right.”

“No, listen.” He brushes back the hair that fell in front of her face. “I want this, but I want you to want this when you’re sober.”

“I do.”

“Then we will try this again later. Why don’t you take my bed again tonight?” 

“Only if you come with.” He tilts his head in disapproval as she stands, slightly uneven on her feet. She raises her hands sticking on her bottom lip. “No funny business, I promise.” Her expression changes, growing more serious. “I just don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Fine.” He relents and her smile reappears. “But no funny business.”

“I promise.”

When they settle into bed Jessica is once again wearing one of his shirts. He’s beginning to wonder if she doesn’t bring spare clothes for the purpose of stealing his t-shirts on nights they get drunk. He decides he doesn’t mind when she turns, placing her head on his chest listening to his heart until it lulls her to sleep.

The next morning when he wakes up she’s already gone. He spies the note on his nightstand with her careful swirling handwriting.

Belluci’s, tonight at 8. Wear something nice.

XO, Jessica

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Not just a Monster

Warning: drinking

19: Another Infected

Ji-Soo laid on the recovery table fast asleep. She was still kinda pale but that will soon go away once she starts healing. The group managed to find antibiotics if she got an infection.

I would have given her some of my stuff but it burned up in the car explosion. I've been in here for a while, making sure nothing went wrong. Watching to see if her side was turning red, or started to swell.

It could get infected easily and-spread throughout her body if not watched or treated carefully. Soon Jae-Heon came in, I smiled. He was pretty badass for a man that worships God and is also a great swordsman.

( please note that this is not meant to offend anybody, my religion is Christianity )

He took a seat, laying down some white candles he brought with him. checking over Ji-Soo. I could tell something was going on between them but neither announced it yet. I guess in a world like this it was hard to.

" What are the candles for?" I questioned but waited as he lit them with a lighter. Clasping his hands together he bowed his head and began to Pray. Watching him, I haven't prayed in a long time.

I use to think what was the point, thinking it wouldn't do any good since I did a terrible sin. But seeing how Jae-Heon is still keeping his faith even after killing monsters it was the same difference.

Killing is killing.

If I ask for forgiveness will it help? will I finally stop feeling guilty and move on? Will I be able to forgive myself? I wish I knew what to do I was uncertain. But I closed my eyes and bowed my head.

Dear lord

I know I shouldn't be asking for your forgiveness... but please lift me of the sin I committed and if possible I could somehow forgive myself someday and in hopes, they can too. let my family Rest In Peace.

I finished reopening my eyes, I jumped a little realizing Jae-Heon was watching me. " God will forgive you Soo-Nico for whatever you've done." He reassured me, I felt my heart was weighing heavy.

I had to ask since he's was the only one that I could talk about religion. " how are you so sure?" Was he going to forgive me? For something as terrible as that? Jae-Heon had a knowing look on his face. " Because he's a merciful God,"

With that answer, I nodded, " I don't mean to pry but what were you praying about." I wanted to ask, I probably seem nosy. I saw him glance at Ji-Soo," for someone to live a long, healthy, happy life."

Now it was my turn to give some words of encouragement. " They will," it was short and simple but effective. Jae-Heon patted my shoulder. " you're a good kid, I'll watch over her. you should go eat something to build up your strength,"

he informed, me I had to laugh, now that he mentioned it I was pretty hungry. Rubbing my stomach I got up, bowing. Leaving the room, heading to go get something to eat.

His words somehow made me feel better. They were having dinner in the day-care-center walking in I had grabbed my plate sitting down beside Hye-in. I guess it was better to eat with people than being alone.

She was happily eating, away I noticed she had a white face mask on. She looked like a puffy marshmallow, it seems like they have all washed up. I needed a wash. Taking my spoon, I scooped some rice and took a bite.

" Ms. Cha, " Hye-In spoke up getting the woman's Attention, She had looked up. " I thought that you were tan but you're just really dirty." Hye-In laughed, I raised an eyebrow.

" Thanks.." Ms. Cha stared at her I couldn't believe she just said that. " I'm saying you look good now." what she didn't look better before?

" I got these masks in the mail. Want one?" Hye-in offered to pulling up her shirt, revealing a couple of packs of face masks. Well, that's one way to hide them.

" No, thanks. I know That I look pretty without it." This earned all kinds of laughs around the room. " wait, Seung-Wan needs it." Byeong-ll point making  Seung-Wan clap back defensively.

I have I admit it was pretty funny, as we chatted, Sun-Young walked up to our table she seemed nervous. I wondered what about it? " I should go outside." Before I could take another bite I stopped looking up at her. What for?

" I think I'm starting to have symptoms." that's when all the attention turned towards her. It was quiet, " I should've told you sooner." Sun-Young had a long face as if she was disappointed for not telling. " I guess I didn't want to believe it. I'm sorry."

No one can blame you it's scary finding out your showing symptoms it's like your life just has been ripped away. It's hard to accept. " I just don't want to put everyone in danger. So I should go before it's too late—"

Ms. Cha, interrupted Sun-Young, " still you shouldn't go outside." She dismissed. " she right. You're still human, you'll die if you go outside." Hye-In agreed. But Jay-Hwan thought otherwise.

" –We can't let her stay here?" I rolled my eyes, " why don't you shut up!" I fussed that's when Eun-Hyuk Entered the room. " why don't we all hold a vote?" Byeong-ll suggested a worried look was plastered on his face.

Then he all turned to us, " just vote how you feel, because this is like... taking part in a murder." I remembered those words, the day Eun-Hyuk guilt trip, everybody, to so they could vote for Hyun-Su to stay for selfish reasons.

But that was over and done with now, " I vote she gets to stay in the arcade." He raised his hand, I did also Even Seung-wan, " Me, too. Maybe she'll be able to hold out as Hyun-Su did?"

After that everyone raised their hands. I was Surprised when Eun-Hyuk's hand was raised, he has changed, well a lot of them have. It looked like Sun-Young was about to cry.

Soon everyone said their goodbyes, I felt bad she was going to be locked up. But it's what she wanted to keep everyone safe it's better than being outside.

At least they won't discriminate against her as they did to Hyun-Su and now be there for her. Things were changing for better than worse. Hopefully, it stayed that way.

After finishing my food, everybody was in a gloomy mood. They moved around sitting in different seats. " I could definitely use a drink on a day like this," Byeong-ll grumbled moving his pointer fingers around a small candle that was lit.

" There you go again." 

I didn't mine alcohol, but it sounds good right about now. Jay-Hwan told putting in one earbud," well, do you think Sun-Young will hold out like Hyun-Su?" Seung-Wan rethought his words he said earlier.

" I hope so. I thought it was just her husband, but her whole life is awful."  Hue-in announced, yeah I remember Suk-Hyun.

" lady you're face is Awful." Eun-Yoo sneered, I had to smirk, shaking my head. " well I think Byeong-all it right. We could definitely use a drink today."

Ms. Cha agreed I hadn't noticed she left, she was carrying a glass cylinder it was a beautiful dark red juice with raspberry in it.

Setting it down on the table unwrapping the top taking off the plastic wrap. " What is this Korean wine? Please tell me it is." Byeong-ll pleaded.

Everyone began to turn their heads to see. Gil-Seob sat up smelling the wine, " it's at least four years old." He looked up at Ms. cha and she nodded. He smelled it again as Eun-Yoo and I came over sitting beside each other.

" it could be as good as Medicine." I smiled, taking a glance at Eun-Yoo we were both too young but I already had some wine before but it wasn't that great but I was willing to give it another try.

Eun-Yoo Leander forward smelling it, " Yu-ri left early by the way." She informed him, she then moved pushing the Cylinder to me. " go on," she smiled I did to smelling it. God that smelled so sweet, my mouth watered.

" shall we finish this off before Eun-Hyuk comes?" She suggested, talking about her brother. Gil-Seob stuck his pinky in the jar getting a taste. We all began to laugh.

But stopped seeing Eun-Hyuk, he had a straight face, considering he was the leader he made the choices around here shit. " speak of the devil." Gil-Seob mumbled.

I was for sure he wouldn't let us drink, but to my shock he did. " just don't forget your duties." Eun-Hyuk then left, turning back around we quickly Gil-Seob began pouring the wine into small cups.

He handed them out giving me and Eun-Yoo one. I gladly Excepted it before I could take a sip Eun-Yoo nudged me. " hey, I saw you and Hyun-Su almost kiss." She whispered in my ear. My eyes went wide, feeling my whole body go stiff.

WHAT!?

I took a sip avoiding her stare, wow this was good and sweet, " don't be embarrassed you guys are cute together might as well hook up before you know what happens." She hinted, smirking at me.

I took another sip, gulping it down. Is this girl talk? From an actual friend? I wanted to be together with him and I confessed in way that was out of my comfort zone.

" Thanks... And yeah, what is better than two Infected's getting together in a world where anything and everything could go wrong." I said lowly enough just for her to hear.

She Seconded that. " his lips were this close!" I wined, showing her pinching my thumb and pointer finger together symbolizing how close were to kissing. I could feel my cheeks heat up, was I getting drunk I only took a few sips I must be lightweight.

I leaned my head on her shoulder kinda upset, she brought her hand up patting my head. " don't worry you'll get your chance, and you'll be the one to do it." She added.

I thought it over, " Me? why me?" My eyes glanced up. She huffed, " because Hyun-Su is too nervous, plus you made the first move he still wouldn't have done it if you didn't say anything." Eun-Yoo finished her cup like me.

I think that is enough Wine for today. I sat my cup down, feeling all fuzzy. Thinking about Hyun-Su's lips they were chapped and dry but it didn't matter I kiss them either way.

I then heard Eun-Yoo laugh loudly. Did I say that out loud? " you did!" She confirmed I was embarrassed hiding my face in my hands. Only me.

"All Alright!" Gil-Seob clubbed his hands together, " who's in for a story?" He recommended, " aren't we too old for stories?" Eun-Yoo stated, he only smiled. " not this one." is all he said

Taking a seat where everyone slept. We followed I laid my head on a pillow. " it was a very dark night with no moon. I lay down between the corpses and pretend to be dead, but u were watching them carefully." so this was a scary, story the Irony huh?

" the remnants of the people's army went inside the building, and the allied forces that were after them fired hundreds of shots at the building." He took the weird stick Jay-Hwan was holding and reenacted the gun fire-making Pow sounds.

He was on his knees saying it loudly but he suddenly stopped. " Hey, I know I saw them go into the building with my own two eyes," he said as if he was so sure. " they all went into the building but nobody came out of the building." I was interested now raising.

" and there were no dead bodies found. How baffling that building." He sucked in a breath looking around as if remembering something. It seems like everyone was on the edge of their seats. " Was here." Everyone gasped, raising hearing this.

" then?" Jay-Hwan gulped, " we have no idea what's buried underneath where we are. That's what I mean."

He Motioned towards the ground, " -what? -jeez." Someone asked not to believe this scared, I mentally laughed the only thing scarier than that is me in this room.

They had no idea, well except Eun-Yoo but then there was a loud bang since everyone was tense they all screamed. An unfamiliar man came running into the room wearing a black soldier suit." He came towards us seeing the jar of raspberry's sticking his hands in it eating them.

We all scooted back, Gil-Seob held up the stick ready to attack if needed. But Yi-kyeong strode in. " who are you, someone yelled. " I think he's a runaway soldier." He continued to eat, as the raspberry juice dripped on the table.

He then looked at his stained red hands, he kept mumbling something I think it was run? But from what? " quickly!" He freaked out then started shaking falling to the floor. What the hell?

Yi-kyeong grabbed onto his collar as the boys got up to help her. They dragged him away. " well that was unexpected." Hye-In blurred out. The girls nodded.

Seeing there was no reason to stay anymore, I got up and left before any more surprises popped up. I said my byes to Eun-Yoo, I figured I should search around for Hyun-Su.

A/N

Finally finished with this chapter. And please I'm sorry if an offended anyone talking about god, I don't mean to if you guys worship a different religion. I did it because it fits in with the characters' plot. And I also smell a great friendship coming up.

Thank you guys for the reads, votes, and support!! 🖤

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Encore - Harry Hook x reader -  Part 17 - bday present for myself~

Harry cursed to himself, the island he was going to use to propose to (y/n) on was some sanctuary for an endangered species and the wildlife preserves didn’t want humans on the island. So he would have to figure out something else for his propos…wait…her birthday was next week! And he had been wanting to do a surprise party for her, and Gil had suggested a scavenger hunt for her to do to keep her busy.

He already had the ring, permission to marry her from her aunt, and the knowing that if he asked, she would say yes…

All he had to do was add one more thing.

=

You sighed, setting down the heavy crate, wiping sweat from your neck as you stood. “gods, why does it gotta be so warm today” you groaned, undoing the colling towel from your belt and tossing it on your face “aahhhh that’s the good stuff~”

“(y/n) what are you doing?” you took off the towel and tossed it around your neck, sighing as the heat on your neck finally decreased.

“cooling down, it's like 95 out here” you complained, turning to look at Bonnie, who was holding two cold waterbottles “oohhhh fuckin-thank you!” she snorted and tossed one to you, you caught It in mid-air and cracked it open, gulping down the cold drink.

“slow down girl” Bonnie chuckled, cracking opening her bottle and starting to drink “oh, happy birthday by the way” you burped and grinned at her.

“Thanks, Bonnie,” you blinked in surprise as she handed you a note. “oh, thank-“

“yeah yeah, see you later girl” Bonnie trotted off deck, soon walking out of sight. You shrugged and tore open the paper.

It was Harry's handwriting.

-hello my bonnie lass~ today is your birthday and I wanted to celebrate it by giving you a scavenger hunt to your party today

It will be from the isle to Auradon, no stone left unturned.

Now go to the place, where our first meeting occurred.

You pursed your lips, tilting your head, where you first met huh? Well, that would be on the isle. You closed the note and stuffed it in your pocket, heading to your cabin for a moment to change your clothes, grab your bag, and your motorbike keys.

=

You looked around the slightly collapsed building, where you had originally met harry, after the chase between the gaston twins and you.

“oh,” you gasped, kneeling next to a large chunk of building and pulling out an envelope beneath it. Standing up you leaned against the wall and opened the note, a small bracelet falling out with it, golden painted seashells and opals danced across the metal, you slipped it on and read the note.

-you found it lass, now in the spot where the stars shine bright, the place I realized my heart was yours that night.

You groaned slightly, a smile on your face, he was being cheesy with these hints, but his rhyming wasn’t bad.

But you knew exactly where he was talking about, the hiding spot.

=

You took off your shoes, walking along the shore of the small inlet. You took a deep breath, the air much cleaner than the first time you had been here.

You spotted the white envelope holding the next clue, you trotted over and pulled it out, smiling at the long thin box underneath it. You pulled the box and opened it, clicking your tongue and tilting your head.

A new golden chain for your ruby necklace. You closed the box and slipped it into your bag, opening the note you laughed at the twin's messy handwriting.

-hi aunt (y/n)! harry let us write this note! -skipper

-so the next clue is “where you joined the crew”-sterling

“that’s an easy one” you snorted, but you couldn’t give them crap, they were only 12. So you walked the short distance from the hidden beach to the chip shop, nodding to the patrons as you entered.

“Hey (y/n) Hook left this for ya” Cook handed you the letter and a small bag, you grinned and nodded. “happy birthday by the way”

“Thanks, cook, see you later” you walked out of the shop and leaned on the docks outside. Opening the bag you snorted at the new leather gloves inside, small painted designs on the leather.

“such a dork” you whispered, taking out the note and grinning at it.

-another job well done my love, now for the place were we spar, and we “hit” it off

You groaned and rubbed your forehead, you remembered that…your head still hurt after that day.

=

You stepped onto the old lost revenge, even with Umas magic, it had been unable to sail again, so now it was used as an isle home for the crew. Desiree grinned, holding up the note and another small bag.

“hey, commander~ happy birthday!”

“Thanks, Desiree” you chirped, grabbing the note and bag from her “you can go ahead and do what you’re supposed to do after you give me this”

“Thanks, girl, see you later!” she hopped off the rails and walked off the ship, going through the tunnel to the bridge.

You opened the bag to see a scarlet headband with silver hook embroidered into the side, you slipped it on and opened the note.

-hope Desiree didn’t just leave the present unattended for you to find but! This next clue is just across the border, when I got to hold you in my arms once again.

Alright, to the bridge it is.

=

You stepped across where the magic barrier used to be, looking to your left, seeing a small stone holding down a note.

You walked over and picked it up, seeing no mini present. Opening it up you smiled.

-sorry love no present with this one, too risky for someone to take it, but this next one will be where we walked into Auradon together for the first time

Alright then, so just the other side of the bridge. Turning around you walked back to your motorbike and swung your leg over the seat and started the engine. You quickly strapped your helmet on and drove to the other side of the bridge.

=

You tilted your head at Evie, who smiled and waved at you, holding out a note “hey (y/n)! happy birthday! Here you go!” you dismounted your bike and met her halfway, nodding at her.

“Thanks, Evie, see you later” she nodded and ran off, presumably to your “surprise” party. Opening the note you chuckled.

-astute as always love (though im not really making these hard am I?) but the next is where I learned I wouldn’t be ripped from your arms for the second time

The courtyard of Bens castle, where you and Harry had gotten the keys from Persephone. You got back on your bike and rode off through the bridge gate to Auradon, making the 15 minute trip to bens castle.

“hey beasty boy!” you called, waving to the king who was just exiting his castle “you probably got something for me don’t cha?”

He shrugged “maybe? Dunno- ow” you punched his shoulder and held out your hand “okay okay here, I’ll see you later (y/n)” he handed you the next note and walked off, but you didn’t bother to pay attention where.

You ripped open the envelope, once more smiling at Harry's handwriting.

-Final clue my love, where we stepped through to our new life

That one made you think for a moment before it hit you. The door, the very first door you and harry stepped through to get to your world.

But you don’t remember a room behind it? Which it probably did but who knows. Good news was the door was in Bens castle so you unlipped your helmet and hung it off one of the handles, walking through the gates and making your way through the castle.

You stood in front of the door, looking at the small note taped to it.

-happy birthday (y/n)

You took a breath and opened the door, laughing as the room burst with streamers and confetti.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!”

The entire crew, the core four, Ben, Jane, Lonnie, even Audrey was there, blowing horns and throwing confetti in the air, screaming in your face.

“guys!” you whipped a stray tear from your cheek “awwww…ive never been thrown a surprise party before!”

“Really?” Jane gasped “why not?!”

You shrugged, “dunno, guys people from my world aren’t as amazing as you guys”

“aw thanks” Evie sniffed, smiling at something behind you. You rose your brow at her and turned around, gasping and stumbling back.

“H-Harry?! Wha-“ Harry stood infront of you, a clean dark red suit fitted on his body, his hair combed back yet still in that wild style you loved, his eyeliner clean.

“(y/n), yeh have been the light of meh life for the past two years, since yeh fell into my life. Yeh have saved me from becoming a dark bitter person hell-bent on revenge, yeh have saved me from my da, yeh have protected meh family” oh gods you were already crying “and eh have both given and helped meh love, and I want to spend the rest of meh life with yeh, and love yeh for the rest of meh life, so” he kneeled on one knee, taking out a red velvet box from his pocket and opening it, revealing his mothers red ruby ring, in a brand new golden band with small bits of sea glass running down the sides “will you marry me-“ you fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face, unable to talk.

You let out incomprehensible babbles and nodded, leaping into Harry's arms and wrapping your arms around his neck “Im guessing it’s a yes” Harry chuckled, pulling you back and smiling, tears brimming in his eyes.

“yes” you croaked “yes I will marry you, you giant dork” Harry laughed but you shut him up quickly, pressing your lips to his.

Harry hummed into the kiss, lifting you slightly and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

“Alright alright” Carlos chuckled, walking over and patting Harry's shoulder “wed rather not see you two do it right in front of us please”

Harry separated from you and glared at Carlos “shut it up, let me enjoy this” he muttered, smiling at you and helping you stand, sliding the ruby ring onto your ring finger.

He kissed you again, bringing up your hand and kissing it “happy birthday my love”

“I love you Harry” you whispered, still whipping away your tears.

“I love you too (y/n)”

--end of part 17--

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[bymyside-fic]

Epilogue (~2100 words) read on AO3 // AFF

- September 2, 2023 -

“Professor Kim?”

Kibum looked up from his desk, setting aside the roll of parchment he just picked up when he saw Maureen Jones, one of the girls from the class that had just let out. She was hugging her very new copy of Magical Drafts and Potions to her chest, her knuckles white around the book. Kibum clasped his hands together as he leaned forward to ask, “What can I do for you, Ms. Jones?”

“I’m…” Her eyes were slightly red-rimmed as if she were on the verge of tears.

His brow furrowed, and his tone shifted as if he were speaking to either Yeongjin or Hyejin when he asked, “Is there something wrong?”

Her mouth pressed to a firm, thin line, and she blinked rapidly as tears started to fall. “Am I a bad person, Professor?”

“What?” he said before he could stop himself, then he glanced down at her uniform, finally seeing the hints of green peeking out from over her textbook. “Are you worried about having been sorted into Slytherin?” When she nodded, he flicked his wand at the fire, charming the kettle to set itself over the fire so he could make them some tea. “Well, I can’t tell you not to be, because I get it. I felt the exact same way when I first started here at school.”

“Really?” she asked, wiping some of the tears away as she plopped down in one of his armchairs.

He nodded, smiling now. “I heard a lot of bad things about Slytherin, and when I got sorted, I cried, too.” Her eyes went wide. “But you know what? It’s not as bad as you’d first think.” The kettle started to sing, and Kibum held up a finger to her before he slipped out from behind his desk to get some tea made for them. He set her cup down on the desk before her before he sat back down. “Do you want to know a secret?” She nodded, scooting closer when Kibum leaned in conspiratorially. “Slytherins can be just as good, or kind, or loyal, or smart as anyone from Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw.” He raised his hand to block his mouth as he whispered loudly. “The Sorting doesn’t really matter all that much. Your House is just a place to call home while you’re here, and your fellow Slytherins are your family.”

“What about the other Houses, then?”

“Just think of them as your close friends and family, and you’ll get along just fine.” He glanced at the picture of Minho smiling back at him on his desk. “And, from one Slytherin to another…” He looked back at her with a small smile. “Do yourself a favor and befriend a Hufflepuff. I promise you won’t regret it.”

* * * * *

- March 14, 2026 -

Steam from the bubbling cauldrons around Minho filled the workroom, fogging up the windows of Healing Touch Apothecary. Rain pittered merrily outside, the joyful melody accompanied by the sounds of the girls playing a game with Dad in the storefront. What they were doing, he wasn’t quite sure, but he was glad they were having fun.

He added the last few dittany leaves to the pile on his cutting board before he started mincing them. There were quite a few orders due today, but luckily, this was the last of the potions he needed to have started before he took a break. Once he was happy with the size of the leaves, he pulled the gold set of scales Kibum had bought for him for his birthday last year toward him, measuring out exactly what he needed before he scooped every last bit up and tossed them into the nearest cauldron and pulled the orders out of their clips to inspect them.

A burst of green flame in the fireplace filled the workroom, startling Comme Des and Garcons to wake and start barking. But Minho didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

“Hey, Bum,” he said absently, shuffling through the order slips, his brow furrowing.

“Hey, love” came his reply, right before he kissed the crown of Minho’s head as he passed by. “Taking a break soon?”

“In a minute.”

He caught a glimpse of him as he stepped up into the store, smiling despite his break in concentration at the girls’ excited greeting when they saw him. Minho sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes before he got up from his bench and started for the archway between the workroom and the store. But by the time he reached it, Kibum was already ushering the girls back toward him, Dad floating behind them. “You hungry?” Kibum asked, his hand resting on Minho’s hip as he stopped beside him.

“What’s for lunch?”

Kibum shrugged, smiling as he went up on his tiptoes to kiss Minho. “I didn’t even look. Come on.”

He grabbed Minho’s hand, and Minho let himself be pulled along, he grabbed his wand out of his apron and flicked it at the /Open/ sign, flipping it over to /Closed/.

* * * * *

- September 1, 2031 -

“Kelly, Karin,” O’Neely called, his voice ringing out across the Great Hall as a girl hurried up to sit on the stool so she could be sorted into her House.

Kibum cast a furtive glance down the dais before he leaned slightly back so he could see the page of his notebook as he wrote, I think Hyejin might be next.

He didn’t have to wait for very long for a reply. Are you still thinking she’ll be in Slytherin? Minho asked, and Kibum nibbled his bottom lip, looking up at the sound of his House being called, then…

“Kim, Hyejin.”

We’re about to find out.

He sat up in his seat, glancing around at the sea of students, finding Yeongjin easily amidst her fellow Gryffindors as she practically stood up on the bench to see her sister better. Before Hyejin sat down on the stool, she peered around O’Neely, and waved at him. Grinning, Kibum waved back, and she plopped down on the stool, to face the others.

His heart started beating a bit faster as O’Neely lowered the Sorting Hat to her head. What must be going on in her head? Was she nervous? Excited?

“Ravenclaw!” the Sorting Hall called out, and Kibum blinked in surprise as he watched her traipse down to join her new school family. She sat by the other first years who had already been sorted, then looked up at Kibum, who gave her a bright grin and a thumbs up before he picked up his quill again to let Minho know.

You know what? That works. Now we have one of each in our family.

Oh, true...And you know what else this means?

What?

We finally have the house...all to ourselves again.

Are you implying what I hope you’re implying?

Kibum coughed to cover his laugh, and glanced around to see if anyone noticed before he looked back down at the notebook. I guess you’ll have to wait and see, hm?

* * * * *

- July 22, 2033 -

“Have fun!” Minho called after Yeongjin, Hyejin, and the Edwards girls, watching them as they ran around the bend in search of the caves hidden in the catacombs of Magiabajo. Reluctantly, he turned away when Kibum’s hand settled on the small of his back.

“They know their way around, honey. They’ll be just fine.”

“I know, I know.”

He cast one last glance over his shoulder before he followed Kibum up to the floating island that Gil and Ana were already lounging on. She looked up from her book and set it aside as they sat in the chair opposite of her. “Where’s Gil?”

“Probably getting beer.”

“He was still talking to Mateo when we left.”

She smiled, leaning back and stretching out in the sun filtering through the river overhead. “Mateo may curse you for inventing the Babbling Concoction by the end of this trip.”

Kibum shrugged. “I mean, if he hasn’t so far, I don’t see why he’d stop now.”

“I guess that’s true.”

“Don’t give him a big head,” Minho murmured as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes. “He already thinks he’s right all the time.”

Ana chuckled when Kibum flicked his knee. “It’s because I am and you know it.”

“You’re right, of course, dear.” But when Kibum turned back around, Minho met Ana’s gaze and rolled his eyes with a smile.

“I saw that,” Kibum said, even though he didn’t turn around.

Minho pushed himself up, wrapping his arms around Kibum and resting his chin on his shoulder as he said, in Korean, “I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you later.”

Kibum reached around, holding the back of Minho’s neck as he glanced his way. “Is that a promise?”

“Oh good,” Ana said with an exasperated sigh. “I’m glad to see that even fifteen years of marriage doesn't stop you two from flirting in Korean.”

“Old habits, and all,” Minho said in English, winking at her as she shook her head.

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” she said, hiding her amusement as she picked up her book and opening it to where she left off.

* * * * *

- June 16, 2034 -

“Appa, do we really need a babysitter?” Yeongjin asked as she flopped down on Kibum and Minho’s bed. “I’m almost seventeen, I can look after us both.”

Kibum hummed absently, pulling some of his clothes out of the closet to pack for his and Minho’s annual after-school honeymoon. “I thought you were excited about Uncle Jjong and Tae coming to visit.”

“I mean, yeah, but…” She sighed heavily. Dramatically. Kibum bit back a smile at how much she was taking after him.

“What? Were you planning on throwing a wild party while we’re gone?” She scoffed dismissively, and Kibum grinned when she started to smile. “Your grandparents and Aunt Ana would let us know if that happened.”

“I know,” he said, drawing out the word as she fell back on the bed again. “Can we have friends over, at least?”

“Depends.”

The sound of the front door gave them both pause, especially when it was followed by Minho’s cheery “Honey, I’m home!”

Kibum glanced back at Yeongjin, correctly interpreting the glint in her eye as she bounded away. He tossed the clothes he had picked out onto the bed as he rushed to follow her downstairs, and before he could greet Minho, she was already badgering him with pleas. Minho met Kibum’s gaze over her head, his eyebrow quirking in silent question. Kibum just sighed, but that was enough of an answer for Minho. “Hon, did you already ask your father?”

“Yes,” she said, her tone sullen.

“So, why are you asking me? You know I’ll side with him.”

She sighed again, and Kibum cleared his throat, garnering both of their attention. “Yeonggie, Hyejin, you too…” He waited for a second, but soon Hyejin poked her head out of her bedroom door, adjusting her glasses. “I’m fine if you both invite friends over while we’re gone, as long as it’s okay with Jjong and their parents, okay?”

Hyejin gave him a small smile before she slipped back into her room, but Yeongjin did a happy little dance before she hugged them both tightly and ran off toward her room, saying something about needing to send a few owls.

Kibum rolled his eyes, shaking his head a little before glancing Minho’s way. Unsurprisingly, he was watching him with a bemused smile. “What?”

“Getting a bit soft, are we?”

“Shut up.” Minho grinned as he closed the distance between them, Kibum happily letting himself get wrapped up in Minho’s arms as he kissed him, at last. “Good day?”

“It is now.”

Kibum sniffed a laugh, smacking his chest lightly before he pulled away. “Come help me pack, love.”

“Okay.”

The stairs creaked beneath their feet as they went up to their bedroom, and Minho sat down on the bed to start folding the clothes Kibum had already picked out. “I guess we should pick a destination, huh?” Kibum asked as he resumed his place before their closet. “Where do you wanna go?”

Kibum looked back at him when he didn’t answer right away, finding Minho giving him his annoyingly, overly fond smile. “Anywhere, as long as you’re...you know, by my side.”

#Minkey #SHINee #SHINee fic #SHINee drabble #SHINee au #bonus material #year: after school

[hasishtardoneanythingwrong]

Grand Babylonian Tour

Me: Ishtar deserves some love. She always deserves some love. Let’s give her some love.

Also me: But have you considered making her suffer first?

First me: You have my attention.

---

“’Sion gave me the okay, Master, it’ll be fine! I know where we’re going, I can look out for you!’ Stupid stupid stupid!”

Ishtar was searching for Val, streaking through the sky like a comet as she scanned the landscape. At first, it wasn’t that concerning. After all, Val had once told her that she had a nasty habit of being separated from her servants after a rayshift. Sure, there might be something dangerous lurking around, but Val could keep herself out of trouble long enough that Ishtar could find her and get back to showing off the best that Babylonia had to offer.

Panic set in after the first hour of searching. After the second, she gave up on trying to keep herself from being recognized by passing mortals. She was going on six hours now, with not a scrap of a hint to show her where to go. Finally, she set herself down at the outskirts of a ruined town.

“Okay, calm down, everything’s fine, you’ve got this Ishtar. There’s gotta be something you can do, right? It’s not like you’ve ever lost anyone important to you and been incapable of finding them again before, right? I’m never going to live this down! ‘Here’s Ishtar, never trust her with anything important or she’ll just LOSE IT!’ For all I know, she’s been eaten by something and humanity is doomed now, and it’ll all be my fault!”

Slumping down against a wall in defeat, Ishtar buried her face in her hands.

“What am I going to tell everyone? Wait, can I even tell anyone? Crap, I can’t even contact Chaldea for help! But...I can’t...No, get over yourself, Ishtar, this is serious. Just ask that stupid king for help already. He’ll be able to find Val, and all it will take is putting up with him calling you useless again. He’ll even be right this time! You hear that, Gil, you win! I am a useless goddess!”

“Am I gonna have to have words with Gilgamesh, Ish? I’m not okay with people calling you useless.”

Ishtar looked up to find Val standing over her, munching on a snack bar.

“Val, you’re okay! Where were you? I thought you had been eaten!”

“You...realize that if I had died, we wouldn’t be contracted anymore, right? Like, even if this is the Age of the Gods, wouldn’t you be able to tell that you’re not getting any mana from me anymore?”

“...”

“Anyway, once I got my bearings, I just started making my way over here. I figured you’d wait for me some place we both knew about if you couldn’t find me, and would you look at that, I was right.”

“Wait, what do you mean, where is this place?”

Val put on her most pained expression, but talked in a sarcastic monotone.

“You forgot already? How could you? Let me refresh your memory. Ahem, ‘Oh, what a beautiful day to save humanity, Mash! I sure hope a beautiful goddess sits on my face, that would be a wonderful start to our day!’ See, you can even see the crater from where you shot the thing that was trying to eat me that time! Oh, come on, don’t pout like that, I’ve had so much worse first meetings than that. So come on, let’s get this tour on the road!“

Despite huffing in annoyance, Ishtar couldn’t help but grin at Val’s enthusiasm. .

“Okay, but I’m not letting you out of my sight. And you better not tell anyone about this!”

“My lips are sealed!”

Val closed her eyes and held up a hand, as if swearing on something. Taking her opportunity, Ishtar planted a quick kiss on Val’s lips, then turned away to re-shape Maana into a scooter before the growing flush on her cheeks could be seen.

“Okay! Ishtar’s Glorious Pan-Babylonian Tour is about to begin! Get on!”

#mastersona time #ishtar #i feel like i'm bad at fluff #so i had to sprinkle just a dash of suffering in there #that said don't ever call ishtar useless in earshot or there will be Consequences

[finalsegamangalover]

“Wondrous Escape” ( Reno x Reader )

Sure the mission was a complete bust but this moment- this place was more gratifying than the punishment glare that you’d both receive fromTseng. Plus, being stuck with Reno didn’t help the situation either. You’ve been eyeing this man for a while now keeping your distance a bit; even though you were on good terms with each other. But you didn’t want to jeopardize anything in the event things would build up to this moment. 

“Dammit I’m covered in sap!” Reno growled agitated with the sensation. You smirked and eyes rolled to his comment. Picturing him still tumbling down the ridge as if he were the actual landslide that occurred you couldn’t help but hold back a giggle. Sure he was agile but his footing wasn’t so great today.  

“I’d say take a shower but where? No waterfalls nearby” You tossed the idea semi teasingly. He pouted and remembered hearing water earlier. His eyes glittered a bit as he made the connection. 

“Maybe not but I know where I heard water before, c’mon” He grasped your hand and started walking. You blushed. His hand was holding yours… 

------------

“Yes! I’m a genius!” he crowed as you couldn’t help but take in the beautiful view.

“What a sight huh Y/N” Reno claimed softly as he stretched his arms behind his head arching his back a bit. You tried to not steal a glance at that glorious chest of his but you nodded to his response. 

“Well, I don’t know about you but I’m not gonna stay sticky till we get back to Midgar..” He stated as his gloves came off and he undid the clasp on his jacket. The jacket fell softly to the grown, then his shirt followed, along with goggles tossed to the side and his electro-rod onto the rocky shore. You couldn’t help your eyes wandering but you did try to hold back a yelp and blush harder. For a split second blinking a few times as the sound of a zipper flew open and his slacks gave way around his bare thighs. Reno always was so wonderful, a true vision right before your eyes. And the man knew it too, teasing you every chance he’d received. 

Refreshingly winsome as the redhead seemingly morphed with the water ever so gracefully. He started wading out a bit before delving deeply into the pristine mirror; cerulean and clear as the skies. Not a cloud in sight really; on the contrary his acute hindquarters was in full vision, even beneath the deep waters. You could’ve sworn he did this deliberately but you weren’t going to fight it either. He was so carefree and live-like, a bit childish at times but he was never dead in spirit. He was the definition of pure abundance and exhilaration. 

Just as the sights of the lake were breathlessly captivating your attention an audible disturbance of water was heard before the sudden gasp as he emerged for air; the droplets rolled from his vibrant hair down his rapturous face, glorious neck, along the able-bodied forearm which he flexed with his hand remaining tangled in the newly moistened strands. The water did not stop but in fact decorated perfectly along his shoulders and his completely exposed chest. The water line lapped against his porcelain skin scarcely covering deliciously tastefully above his groin the red haired line mischievously guiding your sight towards his shaft. Something bewitching about how bendable the water’s natural law made your cheeks creep with blush thinking of this man’s agility. Nimble and lethal. Loving and free. Flowing quite handsomely. Wondering what it would feel like to be loved in such a manner under his grasp; Reno was always a sensual lover who you envisioned to deliver a love that only felt liberating and true. As you came too from your blissful imagination you shook your head as your name was called.   

“Huh?” 

“You okay? You’re adding more to the lake” He teased. Your body practically cried out for him. You couldn’t help but pout a bit as your eyes ran along with a few droplets that clung to him. Jealousy grew steadily in your thoughts for you wished it were you instead. You were also a bit timid and envious of how confident he was with his self imagine; regardless if he spoke before of how he wasn’t a fan of his own bodily image as a kid growing up. 

“C’mon, the water’s fine. Not too cold.” his eyes were shimmering like the water within the sunlight of high noon. The warm air caressing the two of you rustling the trees and your hair framing your cheeks. He loved every inch of you. Whether it was from the way you smiled, to how you carried yourself, or simply straight up how you developed a sense of heart and forgiveness. He loved it when you were around more, you brought him sensations of admiration and refreshed outlook on everything. He raptured your mindset and adored your emotional self. There was no one like you and he couldn’t help but fall more to you, he surrendered to your hold over him. Today was that day and little did you know it now but soon enough he’d confess. 

Before he could say another word his vision blurred a bit as you started to undress. A creeping blush dusted his cheeks as he witnessed your clothes lacking and then falling to the ground. He noticed the colorful lace that was hidden well under the suit, smirking at the tasteful set within a split second. Your eyes stayed low to the ground as your hands gently unhooked the front of the bralette loosening your barren breasts a little. Reno blinked again looking away as he felt a fish gently nip at his hip; this was his chance. He knew you were self conscious so he improvised; he wanted you to experience and enjoy yourself. Reno wanted you to live a little more as a return of how you made him feel so renewed. 

“Crap!” he slipped and fell right in with a huge splash. You looked up and bit your lip from laughing out loud. But this was it, you were now completely exposed as he and working quickly you submerged yourself. Reno came up for air as you swam out towards the mini island closest to a miniature waterfall. You gasped for air as the waterfall hissed. Smiling as Reno still fought with the school of fishes and cursing them as next dinner’s menu. Again you laughed and blushed as he looked at you, sneering mischievously and slapping water towards your direction. 

“Gah! Hey!!” you bubbled as he laughed. You both splashed each other until things began to cool down. Reno smiled handsomely towards you, a hand gently cupping your cheek. 

“Glad to see you loosen up for a change. It suits you” He stated, you blushed. 

“And developing more confidence…” His eyes wandered a bit before you realized you didn’t cross your arms over your breasts. Blushing crazier as his thumb tilted your vision back up to his eyes. 

“Y/N… You don’t have to hide. It’s alright.” He claimed softly as his lips neared yours enveloping you in a tender kiss. Your breath hitched as his warm kiss pressed against eyes fluttering closed. His free hand trailed down your back and rested along your hips as you both kissed slowly and sweetly; gradually quickening the pace as passion rose higher. A soft sigh escaped as he broke the kiss momentarily to breathe. 

“Reno..” as your voice quivered. He furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Am I going too fast…” he sounded a bit confused as you shook your head. 

“No… please… I-I wanted-..us.” the truth was out. Your eyes widened as he slightly did the same. He couldn’t believe his ears, she wanted him. Loved him from afar. The same confession he was going to make to her today. 

“What? You mean.. You wanted me? How come you didn’t tell me sooner yo?” 

“I was afraid. I didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship. I wanted you so much. You’ve been so good to me I figured that’s as far as we went. As friends.” You whispered as Reno reached out for you and kissed again. Passionately along your lips as you pulled him closer; hands daintily draped along the back of his shoulders.

“Not as friends.. My partner..” He said in between kisses as you melted against the rock gently locking onto his hips with your thighs. 

“I love you Reno” You stated as he groaned from the feel of your body against his. 

“I love you too Y/N” His voice low and ravenous. Kisses trailed from your lips down your jawline, along your nape and just above your breast as he worked his love along your complexion. Your hands traced along the back of his shoulders as you rolled your head back from the sensation; curling your fingers once tangled in his hair. Hissing escaped as you cooed for him and the wrong time for you to recognize that time was running out. You both had to head back to Midgar soon and make it post-haste judging by the sun’s position.

“Reno. The time.. We’ll be late!” you claimed as he remembered as well biting his lip in defeat. 

“Damn.. We were getting it too..” He mumbled to himself as you tilted your head slightly. He shook his head and gently eased you back into the water. 

“Let’s go, we don’t want Tseng anymore aggravated than normal.” Reno spoke with a hint of disdain. Quickly you both swam out of the lake and dressed before Rude showed up in a hummer shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Failed again Reno?” He claimed as Reno brushed his hair with his fingers, pouting. 

“So?” he stated bitterly as Rude sighed. 

“Why are y’all wet? What happened?” Rude asked as Reno glared at his partner. 

“Er nevermind… I don’t want to know” 

“Landslide issue and then water trouble. But this place is nice I swear.” Reno started to speak as Rude drove the car towards Midgar. The mission wasn’t successful like you planned it to be but at least you got to be with Reno and not with Elena or worse Tseng himself. Too bad you have to report there soon but you didn’t want to think about the ‘punishment glare’ that you’d both receive fromTseng.

“But on the bright side we now have a secondary resort for Rufus and the Turks should we need it.” You claimed as the two nodded in the front seat. 

“Bet you 50 gil they’ll name it something weird like Helen.” Reno teased as Rude smirked. Rude turned the vehicle into the ShinRa parking lot as Tseng glowered in the upstairs bay window. You swallowed hard as you imagined the worst to happen, then a gentle squeeze was present on your thigh snapping your eyes towards Reno. 

“No worries, I’ve got this. Afterwards I’ll take you home okay?” He seemed genuine and sweet as you smiled. He smirked reassuringly as the sound of car doors opened. Stage time. 

#reno ff7 #reno sinclair #final fantasy 7 remake #reno advent children #advent children #rude of the turks #Tseng #fanfics #drabbles #writing #do not steal #mine

[lowkeyaesthvtic]

Fiery and Frozen

Pairing: poly!Sea Three (Uma x Harry x Gil)

Summary: The Sea Three get sent home from Auradon Prep early due to a snow storm. The boys want to turn on the fireplace, but Uma has other plans

Word Count: 4,146 (that’s right, it’s a long boy)

Warnings: major major MAJOR explicit smut, light bondage, dom!Uma, switch!Harry, sub!Gil, I feel like the post will get banned if I explain everything so just read with caution

Author’s Note: This is the first of three (I think three?) smuts that follow the smut dialogue prompts I reblogged a while back. This particular one has prompts 16 and 94

The air outside was nearly arctic, and the howling wind didn’t help too much. Ice quietly tapped against every surface of every building in Auradon. Those who made the dull-witted decision to skip out on layering for that day came back to their dorms with high chills on their skin and a blue or purple tint to their lips. Uma, Harry, and Gil had all made that mistake.

School had been cancelled early that day, as did all after school activities. Some were happy to be sent home early, eager to catch up on homework, take a nap, whatever they wish. Others were upset about the cancellation of their beloved tourney practice or rehearsal for Auradon’s Speech and Debate team. These swashbucklers, however, only cared about staying warm.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Harry mumbled as he shut their dorm room door behind them. Goosebumps trailed along his pale skin from one muscled arm to the next. For the first time in a long time, he would publicly admit to being desperate for something. In the case? Warmth.

“I don’t get it...yesterday it was sunny. Like, really sunny. Did someone cast a spell? Is Auradon cursed again?” Gil asked as he walked over to their bed and looked for blankets, hoodies, anything to warm themselves from the frost outside their window. Uma sat on their bed and crossed one leg over the other as she eyed her boys up and down. Despite them being tinted a dark blue, Uma could not stop thinking about their lips. The cold skin trailing along every inch of her body as she’d curl her icy fingers down their bare backs. 

“Nope. Evie told me earlier today that they got hit with something similar this time last year. She had the perfect cure for it, though.” She smirked and walked over to the small fireplace in their nearly luxurious bedroom. They had only added tiny Isle-esque touches so far, and they did intend on adding more. But for now, their bedroom would look like a weird mix of their home on the Isle and the fresh, pristine style of Auradon. With the fireplace on, the boys quickly sped over to sit on the foot of the bed and face the roaring heat emitting from across them. 

The boys sighed in relief. But said relief was quickly cut in half when Uma stood in front of the fireplace, blocking some of the heat that would be warming them. She stood facing them, hands on her hips and looking at them with hungry eyes. “Well? Don’t you want to know what the cure is?” She asked innocently, hoping the tease in her tone would help them take the hint.

Harry immediately caught on, knowing that slight tease in her voice from a mile away. He smirked devilishly and gave a low chuckle. Gil, however, bless his pirate soul, was sitting there with his head slightly cocked to the side in confusion. “I thought the fireplace was the cure?” Gil asked.

The dark-locked pirate stood and tenderly greeted his girlfriend, placing a stray hair behind her face. “Hmmm, it seems he’s not catching the hint. More for me?” Harry quietly cooed in her ear. Uma smiled softly, inching in closer to him as if she were going to kiss him. Harry was swiftly surprised, however, when she tightly gripped his hair and pushed him down to his knees. Harry melted into the touch, loving the fluttery, fiery feeling he received when Uma reminded him who was in charge.

“Not if you’re gonna behave like that.” Uma began to walk closer to Gil, but stopped when she heard shuffling movement from behind her. She briskly turned and gave Harry her dominating glare. “Did I say you could get up? Stay there.” Uma gritted through her teeth as she turned to Gil with a sweet grin. “Gil, do you understand what I’m asking for, here?”

Gil could already feel his breath getting a hint heavier. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he had a role to play. This was a lustful dynamic the three of them had built far before they had decided to take their relationship in a more romantic direction. Harry was a feisty one. He’d have his days where all he wanted to do was tease his sunshiney boy more and more, inching towards the brink of release, but swiping it every time. He was bratty, too. Flirtatious and hedonistic as if the feeling of Gil and Uma’s bodies against his was a drug..no, a religion to him. He could be as teasing and devilish with Gil as he wanted to be, but the minute his Captain stepped in, it’s as if a switch in his mind, body, and soul flipped. What was once a fiery, near chaotic little demon became an obedient first mate, eager to please and serve his Goddess.

Uma always took charge. She’d command every kiss, every touch, every lingering piece of skin on her and her boys. If she asked her boys to jump, they’d ask how hard..how deep, and they had to do it willingly. Because their Captain was merciless, brutal, yet burning ecstasy in punishment. 

Gil? Gil was the sunshine boy. Innocent and a tad dumb both in the streets and somewhat in the sheets. He was always submissive. Almost always excited. He would be a bit naive at first, supposedly fronting like he didn’t have a lot of experience. But once the foreplay was done, that would be the complete opposite. Gil is like a rabbit. Sweet and adorable but horny as fuck. And that showed in his actions. He was needy of pleasure both for himself and his partners, and giving out a naive front was a part of that need.

“I, I think so? Can you...can you tell me?” Uma quietly giggled and slowly shifted herself on to Gil’s lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. She runs her hands gently through his blonde locks and placing a finger under his chin, leans his head up to gaze directly into her dark brown eyes.

“Oh, sweetie. Why tell..when I can just show?” Uma whispered before leaning in to place a kiss on Gil’s soft, pouty lips. Their lips collided deeply and passionately, dancing with each other in a fiery masquerade. Uma couldn’t keep her hands off of Gil’s rock hard, bulging biceps and Gil revelled in every cold touch she gave him. Harry sat back in longing, the sounds of their needy groans and content, quiet sighs filling the room and seeping into his skin. Gil quickly moved down to Uma’s neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave love bites that blended near perfectly with her dark skin. A small moan slips from Uma as she leans back and takes a quick look at how Harry’s reacting to all of this. She quickly pushes Gil down, his back laying on the soft bed. As she takes off his shirt, she leans down and cooes loud enough for the dark haired pirate behind her to hear. “Gil, why don’t we warm ourselves up a bit, hm?” Gil slowly nods, feeling his erection growing harder with every ounce of her breath he feels on his skin. 

“But...but what about Harry?” Gil looked up just for a moment to check on his kneeling boyfriend. He wasn’t quite a mess just yet, but the animal was definitely not liking his cage. His mind was racing, eyes fixed on Gil’s bare chest. He knew that as soon as Uma gave him the permission to, he’d ravage that naive boy enough to make Gil scream his name. The idea of pinning Gil’s arms to the bed as he’d suck and bite on every inch of his skin, teasing his hard, twitching cock until the very last second made Harry’s erection very visible through his black pants. Harry looked to Uma and gave her a gaze that silently begged for permission to stand, to move, to do anything other than sit here and watch. Uma chuckled and positioned herself right on top of Gil’s growing erection, causing a pleasured moan to slip from the boy’s lips.

“We’re gonna give him a show first. Now, be a good boy and do what I tell you. That won’t be so hard, will it?” Gil shakes his head, knowing that the moment he disobeys her he will regret it. Uma smiles and continues kissing every inch of his body, one hand gripping onto his shoulder as she digs her nails into his skin as the other hand rests on Gil’s right thigh. She perks her firm, supple ass a bit higher into the air, knowing it’d drive her first mate crazy. By the time she leans up to examine her work, Gil’s neck and chest are covered in marks varying in shades of red and purple. Gil whines at the loss of contact, but is relieved of the sudden loss when he feels her grinding against his crotch. In his pleasured haze, he hadn’t noticed that Uma had stripped of nearly all her clothes, leaving her only in a pair of lacey, dark blue panties. 

But Harry had seen every bit of it. He knew from the second she removed her brown belt what she was doing to him. He marveled how she swayed out of her dress to the beat of every possible song that was blaring in his mind. He nearly growled when she turned around and flashed him a wink as she removed her bra and tossed it to the floor beside them. Not seeing her breasts, but only the curves and divots of her back and hips was the biggest tease she had given him. He wanted to touch her so bad, feel her lips crash onto his pale body and please every inch of her skin as Gil lingered his tongue up and down his cock. But, like a puppet on strings, he had no choice but to stay still.

Uma continued to grind against Gil’s hard cock, loving the feeling it gave her but needing just a little more. She moved her hand from Gil’s shoulder to his blonde lock, giving a strong tug. Gil quietly winced and the mix of pain and pleasure that she gave him, but he loved every bit of it. He needed to feel her mouth on him like a fish needed the ocean water coursing through every breath. “Uma..please..I need you.” He begged, eyes glazing over with wanton.

At his begging remark, Uma leans down and growls into his ear. “Did I say you could speak, my little rabbit?” She ceased her grinding and stood up, motioning to a needy Harry to stand beside her. “I’ll have to admit, I loved hearing you beg. Maybe our needy Harry over here can help you beg a bit more, hm?” As Harry stood beside her, she pulled him in and quickly crashed their lips together. After being without her touch for so long, it felt like ecstasy to finally get some attention. They ran their hands all over each other, Harry taking every chance he could get to grip her soft breasts. He started to move down to her neck when she pushed him back. “I’ve gotta get something. You two have fun while I’m gone.” As she walked away, she whispered a subtle command to her first mate. “I want him a mess when I’m back. But don’t let him come, you got that?” Moving his gaze to the desperate blonde in front of him, he slowly nodded with a devilish snicker. Uma walked off, heading towards a special closet in a different part of their home.

Harry quickly rushed on top of Gil, stripping off his jacket and shirt with haste. Using his strength, he pulled Gil up closer to him, their chests touching skin to skin. “Wait, what did she tell you?” Gil asked in between quiet moans as Harry left even more love bites across his neck and shoulders.

“Shut up and take your pants off.” Harry responded, to which Gil obliged. Soon enough, both of the boys were naked and revelling in each other’s touch. Heat, lust, and utter desire roaring in the both of them. Like an entrancing snake, Harry slithered down Gil’s chilled body, leaving both wet and soft kisses down every inch until he finally licked a long, wet stride up the blonde’s hard cock. The sensation sent shivers up Gil’s spine as he leaned his head back and let a needy moan release into their bedroom. Gripping onto his thighs strong enough to leave red marks, Harry soon became a little rougher with his tongue. Gil intertwined his fingers in his dark, messy locks as Harry switched back and forth between speedily bobbing up and down and teasing licks from the base to his tip. Harry had always been a fan of control when it came to Gil, doing everything he could to remind the muscle that no matter how big and strong he was, he’d always be a good boy for a teasing, devilish imp like himself. 

Harry kept himself trapped in between Gil’s legs, his pace growing quick and rough as Gil bucked his hips and let his cock hit the back of Harry’s throat. Gil could feel the warmth in his stomach beginning to bubble over as he longed for release. “Harry...please.” He moaned out as he neared his climax. Harry let go of his cock with an audible pop and continued gliding his fingers along the inside of Gil’s thighs, relishing in the small shivers and squirms the blonde pirate gave. 

“Sorry, rabbit. Uma gave me orders. I have to follow them.” He slid back from in between Gil’s legs and moved to straddle him. He leaned down to his boyfriend’s ear and whispered lowly. “You know how to follow orders, don’t you?” As Harry’s hand went to tightly grip Gil’s throat, the two pirates could hear the door opening and Uma walking in with an evil smile on her face. There she stood with a pair of red, leather handcuffs in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Harry speedily removed himself from Gil and began to saunter closer to Uma, eyeing the cuffs like a hungry wolf. “What exactly do you have planned, Captain?” Uma let out a soft chuckle before looking over to Gil.

“Gil, my rabbit, lean up against the headboard, will you?” Gil quickly nodded and obeyed, shimmying his body so his back leaned against the headboard. Uma spun one of the cuffs around her finger in pure excitement. “Harry, help me out?”

“Gladly, Captain.” Harry purred as the two moved over to cuff Gil to the black headboard behind their bed. Gil’s heartbeat began to quicken in both fear and excitement as he felt his hands restrict to the tight, red, leather cuffs that Uma had brought up. His length was still standing hard and thick, almost painfully stiff from Harry’s earlier teasing. A tiny whimper rises from him as Harry snakes down to his chest and starts to leave even more tiny little love bites on his chest. Uma straddled behind Harry and grabbed a lock of his hair, using her grip to move him up and away from Gil’s chest.

“Easy, Harry, you’re making the poor guy miserable. Surely he should get some kind of award for following my orders earlier, shouldn’t he?” Uma smiled as she grabbed the bottle of lube and began to open the cap. However, instead of squeezing the lube onto Harry’s hand, she quickly grabbed two of Harry’s fingers and swirled her tongue around them long and slow. “Just in case the lube’s not enough.” She said after releasing his fingers with an audible pop. Harry could try to assume that was the only reason Uma sucked his fingers so sloppily, but he knew what she was doing. He chuckled lightly and looked down at Gil. The poor little rabbit still laid a heavily breathing, silently begging mess. Harry took the lube from Uma’s hand and squeezed a little bit of it onto his two fingers before lathering them in the warm liquid. 

“Don’t worry, little rabbit. I’ll warm you up.” Harry smirked as he teased his finger around the rim of Gil’s hole before slowly inserting it inside of him. A small hiss of pain could be heard as Gil slowly adjusted to the penetration, but it wasn’t long before he laid there, eager for Harry to move his long, index finger. 

“H-Harry, please...s-stop teasing.” 

“We really need to find a way to shut you up, don’t we, little Rabbit? Don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing. Are you able to lay on your back?” Uma asked softly, a temporary pause from her dominating demeanor to ensure the safety of her boyfriend. When he nodded his head and began to slowly lay on his back, Uma straddled over his chest and began to capture his tongue in a heated, passionate kiss. In the kiss, Uma began to grind her naked sex on top of Gil’s chest, painting it with her wet juices. “Go ahead and stop teasing him, Harry. I’ve got just the thing to keep him quiet.” Uma ordered her first mate. As Harry obeyed and began to curl his finger inside Gil’s hole, a soft sigh of relief could be heard from the blonde pirate. Uma began to move her naked body closer and closer to Gil’s mouth. “You know what to do, little rabbit. Show me what that tongue can do.” She whispered before lowering herself onto Gil’s face. He eagerly went to work licking her folds, lapping at her warm juices like a thirsty dog desperate for water. 

As he ate Uma out, Harry slowly curved his finger as he moved in and out of Gil’s hole. Tired of being tame, Harry cautiously added a second finger and began to quicken his pace. Moans could be heard from both Uma and Gil as the devilish imp hit Gil’s most sensitive spot and the little rabbit grew even more reckless with his tongue. “Fuck, sunshine...need to be in you so badly. Captain, can I fuck him? Please?” Harry panted as his member remained nearly untouched. His mind went wild watching both his boyfriend and girlfriend unravel before him, but the fact that he wasn’t getting a lot of attention slowly began to eat away at him. 

Uma was nearing her climax, but decided that she needed something different, something more from her boys. She got off of Gil’s face and went back to straddling his chest. She lowered herself to meet his lips as she whispered seductively to him. “What do you think, Gil? You want Harry to fuck you senseless while I ride that thick cock of yours? All you gotta do is ask.” The two boys gulped in excitement as Harry shot Gil a look saying ‘You better beg, you little shit.’ Gil looked up at Uma and eagerly nodded his head. 

“Please, please Captain. I need to feel you, I need to feel both of you. I promise, I’ll do anything.” After being silenced for so long, Gil felt amazing finally letting go of control and submitting to the two beautiful people in front of him. He’d beg as long as they wanted if it meant making them feel good. Uma quickly leaned down to peck his cheek.

“Good boy.” She smiled as she leaned over to the dresser and grabbed two condoms. As she handed one to Harry, she shot him a wink. “Try not to rough him up too much, alright? Unless he wants that.” 

Gil rolled his eyes as he watched the two unwrap and put on the condoms. “I don’t care how rough, just fuck me already!”

Harry and Uma chuckled and positioned themselves. Uma straddled Gil’s length as Harry rubbed some of the warm lube onto his own. “Well, somebody’s eager.” Harry laughed as he teased the tip of his cock around Gil’s stretched hole. Uma, however, was tired of teasing. As soon as Gil’s cock was within reach, she quickly lowered herself down. There was a small wince at the sudden entry, but as soon as Uma started moving slowly..up and down..neither of them cared. Harry, incredibly aroused and nearly feral from the pleasurable sounds Uma and Gil began to make, finally entered Gil’s hole starting with his tip and taking it inch by inch. His rough, strong hands began to grip onto Gil’s thighs as he began to move in and out. Gil, slightly overstimulated from all the attention these two were giving him, could already feel his head floating in the clouds. It was like the three of them were the only people in the world. He didn’t care how loud or ridiculous sounding his moans and tiny begs were, or how loudly their headboard had started to bang on the wall. All he cared about was the warm wetness Uma blessed him with and the rough, senseless fucking Harry began to gave him as he quickly picked up his pace.

Uma definitely had a good time herself as well. It always brought her joy knowing the pleasure of two of the Isle’s hottest boys was in the palm of her hands. She was the only one who knew the right way to tug Harry’s black locks. She was the only one who knew Gil’s secret ‘love’ for spanking and rope bondage. Technically, Harry knew these things too, but she was the only one who’d get to use them as tiny games of sexual torture. She loved it. They loved it. And they’re the only ones who play it with each other.

Harry could feel himself start to come undone. The warm feeling in the pit of his groin was bubbling and boiling like a pot of hot water and he wanted nothing more than to let it burst inside of his blonde baby boy. “C-Captain...can I come? Please, please let me come inside of him.” Harry would never be this submissive around anybody else. But there was something about the way Uma carried herself, both in and outside the bedroom, that made him weak in the knees. Weak enough that if anybody else were to see the two in moments like these, they’d think Harry was under some kind of love spell cast by Uma. But there was no spell involved here, just a girl so beautiful, so confident, so strong in her fight for dominance that just submitting to her brought Harry the utmost pleasure. For Gil, on the other hand, he was an amplified, sexualized version of his usual, chaotic self. Eager to both tease and please. After all, the more you tease, the more they want it, and Harry loved to elongate everything with Gil as far as he could until Gil was a begging mess. 

Speaking of begging, Gil’s pants began to grow quick and unrhythmic as his climax came close. “I’m getting close, too. Uma...p-please..” He whined as he listened to the beautiful music of Uma’s moans. 

“Yes, yes baby. You can come. Come long and hard like I know you can.” Neither of the boys knew which one she was talking to, but they obeyed the order regardless. Gil let out a huge moan as he came inside of Uma, knowing he’d have quite the messy condom to throw away later. As he came, Harry could feel Gil’s hole tightening around him. The warm, tight hole around Harry’s throbbing cock was enough for the devilish pirate to reach his peak, whispering both Gil and Uma’s name as he did.

By the time Uma had undone Gil’s cuffs and Harry had thrown away both of the condoms, the three laid sprawled out across the bed, both of the boys near drenched in sweat. “Thank wicked for snow days, yeah?” Harry huffed out as he tangled his fingers in Gil’s ruffled and messy locks.

“Definitely.” Uma smiled, staring up at the ceiling then lowering her eyes to the roaring fireplace. “You boys want me to turn off the fireplace?”

“No, I think we’re good here.” Gil hummed between breaths, taking in the scent and afterglow of his two favorite people. Then, he noticed something. “Uma, did you finish?”

“No, that doesn’t matter though. Making you boys feel good is fine enough for me.” Gil leaned up and looked over to Harry, cocking an eyebrow and letting a playful smirk spread across his face. 

“Well we can’t have that, can we, Harry?” Harry shrugged his shoulders as he began to leave little nibbles on Uma’s neck while Gil lowered himself to Uma’s thighs and began to tease her folds with his fingers. Uma sighed and closed her eyes, realizing a newfound love for snow days.

#Descendents #gil descendants #disney descendants #disney descendants 2 #gil x reader #harry x gil #harry x uma x gil #harry hook #harry hook x reader #harry hook x gil #harry hook x uma #harry hook x reader smut #poly smut #huma #uma daughter of ursula #uma descendants #uma x harry x gil #descendants smut

[kindredspiritsarentsorare]

Sun Tomorrow

*Because it’s book cannon that Gilbert and Anne lose their first child and after seeing Gilbert and Anne with Delphine I can’t handle the thought of this. A one-shot looking into Gilbert and Anne’s married life, pregnancy, loss of Joy, and how Avonlea responds. I am operating under the assumption that Anne and Gilbert would stay near enough for their friends to visit unlike in the books. The lyrics are from Sun Tomorrow by Ira Wolf. Also this is unedited and written in the span of an hour. So forgive the typos. I just had to get this out of my head.*

*TW Infant Loss, extreme grief*

The coffees ready if you'll have some 

'n breakfast should be finished soon

“Anne, I hadn’t realized you were up” Gilbert’s voice is soft, as if he were talking to an injured animal he feared might run if he weren’t careful. He walked into the kitchen slowly, eyes searching her face. 

“The coffee’s ready if you’ll have some,” Anne responds, voice flat. She’s still in her dressing gown, hair gently falling over one shoulder.

Finding her like this used to set Gilbert’s heart a flutter. He swallows, remembering mornings just a little over a week ago when everything was different. Before... Well, before everything changed. Anne would hum happily as she made coffee for Gilbert and tea for herself. Sometimes he would stop in the doorway and just watch her as she hummed, and smiled. 

Once he found her downstairs talking softly to her belly as she waited for the kettle to heat. 

“Oh my dear sweet little one, this world is so very lovely,” She had whispered, “So large, and grand, and exciting. I cannot wait for you to see it. And of course, it is a little scary at times, but don’t fear. You will find that life is much easier to manage when you have a family to help you through. And I promise I will never let you know what it feels like to be lonely. I will have experienced enough loneliness as a child for the both of us. Wait until you meet everyone. They are so very excited. Marilla, well she and Matthew will be beside themselves with joy. They will spoil you rotten I am certain, as any good grandparent should. Now, Bash and Delphine are eagerly awaiting you too. Delphine is ever so excited to have a cousin and Bash will be the perfectly mischievous uncle. God only knows the sorts of mischief he will get you in and out of. Diana, my dear sweet Diana, she and Jerry will be here with Cordelia at least once a week. You see, Diana and I have decided life will be perfectly wondrous if you and Cordelia are bosom friends like Diana and I are. A bosom friend will see you through all the wonders of childhood and beyond, dear sweet Joy. Cole, he has been in Paris for the last three months, but I expect we will see him at Christmas and he is so very excited to show you the wonders of art and beauty. He will take you to beautiful museums and teach you to draw. Oh Joy, if you’re an artist that would be grand.”

Anne had glanced up and met Gilbert’s eyes with a small smile, she rubbed her belly softly and whispered, “Now, as for your father, you’ll have the best one in the entire world. Oh he’s very kind, I assure you, and you will never have to fear going without as long as he lives. You see, he’s the wonderful good doctor. What else should I tell you about him? Well, he hasn’t a single red hair, so we shall hope you take after him in that regard. Oh how he will dote on you. You will never know what it is not to be loved and cared for. But don’t let me saying he’s a doctor put you off of him, Joy. He isn’t stuffy or boring at all, dear little one. No, he has the brain of a doctor, and is fiercely competitive of course, but when you see his eyes and his smile you’ll realize he’s a dreamer. He’s a kindred spirit, just like us. He is the one who makes all our dreams come to reality.”

Gilbert had smiled and strode across the room to kneel before Anne, placing a kiss on her lips and then on her belly. 

“Your mother has forgotten to mention the most important person,” Gilbert said softly, grinning up at Anne, “For you see, your mother is the one who has united all of these people into the wondrous little family you will know. I expect you know her quite well, since you’ve been with her your whole life, but let me tell you this, Joy, she is a marvel to behold. As long as you have Anne in your corner you will have nothing to worry about. She is a dreamer, and it was her who taught me how to dream. She is the most compassionate individual I have ever met, and if you were exactly like her I think the world would be a much more beautiful place.” 

Gilbert had looked at Anne then, with a hint of the boyish grin he’d used to give her then added, “Also, I pray every day your hair will be as vibrantly red as your mother’s.”

“Gilbert Blythe! You had best not!” Anne had exclaimed, swatting him playfully.

“It’s true,” Gilbert laughed, “Your hair is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like the warmth of a fire in a welcoming home. Besides, it’s what drew me to you in the first place.”

But all that was gone now. The memory caused a deep pang in Gilbert’s chest as he looked at his quiet wife in the kitchen now. He swallowed thickly, looking at Anne. 

“I never imagined so much could change in such a short amount of time,” Anne whispered.

“Nor did I,” Gilbert said, hot tears rolling down his cheeks. He reached across the table and clasped Anne’s hand in his, looking into her eyes. She looked tired, older. There was something in her eyes that he imagined were reflected in his own. A sort of grief that would never fully leave either face for the rest of their lives. 

The paper called for sun tomorrow 

It looks like rain the whole day through

“The paper called for sun tomorrow,” Bash said, “maybe we’ll get some summer weather at last.”

“It looks like rain the whole day through,” Anne murmured, “I suppose it’s fitting. I don’t feel as though the sun should ever shine again. It would feel unfair.”

Bash said nothing, but placed a warm hand on her shoulder. 

“Papa! Can I come with you to the apple trees!?” Delphine called, skipping into the sitting room and wrapping her arms around his leg.

“Of course, Delpy. Let’s get yeh hat and we’ll head out.” Bash smiled down at her. 

Delphine smiled at him and started out of the room before turning around and running back to wrap her arms around Anne.

“Papa says the rain means the sun will shine even brighter when it comes out. I think that’s true for the rain in your heart too, Anne” Delphine whispered, before placing a kiss on her cheek. Anne felt a faint smile tugging at her lips, but mostly she just felt tired. 

“I hope so Delphine. I really hope so.”

“Will you be alright here alone for the day?” Bash asked as Delphine skipped out of the room. Gilbert had gone back to work that morning and Anne couldn’t expect him until dinner. 

“I suppose so. Diana said she would come visit around lunch. Is it wrong of me to hope Cordelia is staying with Jerry or Matthew and Marilla?” Anne asked.

“No, I don’t expect it is wrong. I expect everything you feel is natural. We make our way through grief as best we can it it doesn’t look the same for anyone. Do what you need to do to survive the waves.” Bash said. Anne nodded. 

Gilbert had protested going back only two weeks after Joy, but Anne had insisted. The sick and injured don’t stop being sick and injured just because tragedy had struck the Blythe house. Besides, Anne had told him, it wasn’t right for him to stay cooped up all day looking after her. And she thought she would like to be alone for some time. 

The morning left us both defeated 

The mailman left another bill

It had started normally, like every other birth. They had been sitting by the fire. Marilla had come to stay at the Blythe house a few days prior, knowing that Anne was due any day.

Marilla, Bash, and Delphine had gone to bed. Anne and Gilbert were sitting on the sofa by the fireplace. Gilbert was reading a book of fairytales to Anne’s belly and every so often kissing her forehead or her hand or her belly or her lips. Anne had laid her head back on Gilbert’s chest, dangling her bare feet over the edge of the sofa.

It had been the queerest feeling she had ever felt in her life. She didn’t know how to explain it but the feeling jolted her. It didn’t hurt necessarily, but it was quite odd. She had sat bolt upright with a gasp, grasping Gilbert’s knee in shock. 

“Anne, are you alright?” Gilbert had asked, leaning forward, searching her face.

“I- I- I think so. That was... Well, I don’t quite know what it was. But I expect Joy will be on her way quite soon,” Anne had locked eyes with Gilbert.

The hallway closests overflowing 

With all those shoes to big to fill

“Anne!? Darling? Are you alright!?” Gilbert exclaimed, rushing to his wife’s side. 

He’d gotten home from work early, Bash was still in the fields and Delphine was at school. He’d headed towards their bedroom when he had heard her sobs. He dashed into the room and found Anne kneeling on the floor, sobbing next to the bassinet that had yet to be removed. They hadn’t had the heart to move it yet.

Gilbert fell to his knees next to Anne, who had her face buried in her hands. He grasped at her shoulders pulling her upright. 

“Anne, are you h-- Are you injured?” Gilbert had almost asked if she was hurt. But he caught himself, of course she was hurt, “Darling, you haven’t started bleeding again have you?”

“No, No Gil. I’m not bleeding,” She sobbed, clutching something to her chest, “I just. Gilbert. These- I- Please take them away! Take it all away! I can’t bear to look at it any longer!” 

Suddenly he realized she was clutching a pair of baby booties.  

“where--” Gilbert started but Anne cut him off

“Cole’s package has only just arrived. He’d mailed it before... And I opened it... Look at-- They’re so perfect Gil. And now they shall never be filled. They shall never be worn!” Anne held out in shaking hands the two tiny booties for Gilbert to take. 

He swallowed and looked at his wife, tears pricking his eyes. 

“Gilbert Please. Take the bassinet. Take it all. Throw it out. I can’t look at it and I can’t bear to be in a room with all these... All these unfulfilled dreams.” Anne sobbed, throwing the booties into the basinet and turning back to him. 

“Of course. I... It’ll be gone by tonight.” Gilbert whispered hoarsely, gingerly placing a hand on the side of Anne’s face. She leaned into his touch, still sobbing bitterly. 

“Gil, I don’t think I will ever be happy again. Truly. I don’t know how I will go on. Without Joy... Life holds no meaning. It isn’t right. How can I be here when she is gone?” Anne looked pleadingly into his face. Gilbert didn’t think his heart was capable of breaking anymore, but it did. 

He swallowed, searching her face, trying to find words. Anne continued.

“How can we... How can anything ever be the same? How will we continue? How can I continue when she...I... She was a part of me. I... I felt her from the very beginning. She has been with me... I have...” The sobs overwhelmed her now and Gilbert pulled her into his chest, smoothing her hair and kissing the top of her head. 

It took Anne a good while to realize that he was trembling. His body wracked with sobs and he cried bitterly with her. 

“I am so sorry,” He cried, “I am so so sorry.”

Anne pulled back, searching Gilbert’s face.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Gil. This was not your doing.” She said thickly.

“Anne you say that, but I feel, I feel as if it is all my fault. I brought this upon you. I am the one who--

“No, Gilbert Blythe, you listen to me,” Anne cradled his face in her hands, tars streaming down her cheeks, “She came to us as a blessing. She was a product of our love. You did not bring this loss to me. And it is not a loss that is only felt by me. I may have carried her, and physically she may have been a part of me. But she was as much a part of you too. We have-- We both have lost something precious that can never be recovered.”

“Anne, I-- I shouldn’t” Gilbert swallowed trying to stop the tears, “I shouldn’t lose control of myself like this. I’m meant to be strong for you.”

“But I don’t want you to be strong for me. I want you to grieve with me, Gil!” Anne cried, “We both must walk this dark valley together. And I can’t bear to go it alone not knowing how you truly feel.”

Gilbert was overcome with sobs again and Anne clutched him to her as she felt her own tears still streaming down her face. 

“Anne, I feel as if, as if something has blown a hole clean through my chest and it shall never be filled in again.” He whispered after the sobs had quieted. 

“I know. I feel that way too. I feel as if the sun will never shine again. As though I will never have another happy day. Nothing could be happy without her in it.” Anne said, holding Gil’s hand. 

So whats that song you used to sing me what's that dance we used to do

It had been a surprise to the both of them. Anne stopped herself halfway through. Gilbert too looked shocked. He couldn’t even remember what he’d said as they walked through the crunchy October leaves. They had taken to walking the woods together in the evenings when Gilbert got home from work. Often they didn’t even speak. They just walked together because who else could know what they felt besides the other? This was the first time since Joy had gone that they’d walked Lover’s Lane, it had been too hard before, but some unspoken thing today had lead them both down that path.

They were talking about the old days, about before. Gilbert didn’t know what was said, but it had elicited a laugh from Anne and a laugh from him in response. It surprised them both. They hadn’t laughed together in nearly half a year. 

When he’d heard her silvery peals of laughter he’d barely recognized the sound. His own chuckle must have surprised her too, because they had stopped in their tracks, laughs dying in their throats and turned to look at one another wide eyed. The laughter was gone as quickly as it had come. They continued walking in silence after that down the hills until they reached the Avonlea cemetery. They paused by a tiny grave and Anne placed some mayflowers atop the tombstone.

“There was so much I wanted to show you, dear one,” Gilbert murmured, kneeling and placing and hand on the etched name, “So many things I longed for you to know.” He felt Anne’s soft hand on his shoulder and rose to his feet, wrapping his arms around Anne and resting his chin atop her head.

--

“Gilbert?” Anne whispered in the dark, clasping his hand in hers.

“Mmm. Anne? What is it?” He asked drowsily.

“What is the song you used to sing to us? Joy and I?”

“It was a lullaby. One my mother used to sing to me.” Gilbert said, awake now.

“Gil, could, could you please sing it to me again?” Anne whispered. 

Gilbert swallowed, and leaned up on a forearm before he quietly sang:

“Tommy was a Piper's Son and fell in love when he was young”

Anne kissed his palm. Gilbert brushed his hand over her cheek and placed a lingering kiss on lips before continuing.

“But all the Tunes that he could play,Was, o'er the Hills, and far away.”

Anne kissed him softly then and it wasn’t until a good while later when Gilbert was stroking her hair as she rested her head against his chest that he said “Anne, do you think we shall ever be truly happy again?”

“I don’t know,” She said after a pause, “But I suspect that we will, even if we always have a hole where our Joy should be.”

“I shall always have a place in my heart for her,” Gilbert murmured, “Our darling daughter. Some days the only thing that keeps me going is the fact that I shall see her again someday.” 

“Gilbert,” Anne whispered, “Sometimes I fear I shan’t recognize her when I do see her again. What if she has become a stranger to me after all the time as passed?”

“Anne, darling, I don’t suspect we shall ever be unable to recognize her. God must be able to do better than that.”

“Better would have been if he’d allowed us to keep her.” Anne whispered bitterly. 

Is this house quiet or just empty 

Do you hear the silence as I, As I do

“Gilbert, I’m scared.” Anne had whispered to him, clutching the post of the bed as she waited for the next contraction, “I don’t think I can do this.”

“I dare say it’s too late for those kinds of thoughts,” Marilla had said. Gilbert had woken her when the contractions really started going.

“If anyone can do this, Anne, it will be you,” Gilbert had said, kissing Anne atop the head and looking into her eyes, “You are the strongest person I’ve ever met and I’ll be here the whole time.”

Anne had merely nodded and clutched at Gilbert’s forearms as another contraction came on.

--

“Breathe, beautiful girl, like we practiced, Anne.” Gilbert said, his face serious. 

“I see I’ve arrived just in time for the fun,” Dr. Ward had said as he walked into the bedroom. Anne had been insistent that Gilbert would deliver their baby, but Gilbert had wanted Dr. Ward to be there just in case. He was a doctor, but this was his wife and Gilbert thought he may need another doctor for those moments he needed to be a husband first.

It had been a long labor, but Anne had managed it beautifully.

“You’re nearly there Anne-girl. Just another push and she’ll be here,” Gilbert has said. 

“We don’t know-- it’s a girl.” Anne had cried, but gave up the rest of her sentence as another contraction came. 

“We do now, darling. It’s a girl. A little girl.” Dr. Ward had said and Gilbert had let out a breathy laugh that sounded almost like a sob. 

Anne had cried then and laughed, and clutched Marilla’s hand. 

“We’ll call her Joy, Marilla, because she has brought such joy to our lives,” Anne said and Marilla’s eyes had gleamed with tears. 

She glanced down to the foot of the bed where Gilbert held the child, a dreamy smile on her face. It had taken a moment for Anne, so exhausted, and overwhelmed, to realize that he wasn’t smiling. In fact, he was quite pale. 

“You aren’t going to faint, are you Gil?” Anne had asked, with a smile. He said nothing, but whispered something to Dr. Ward instead. 

“Well, won’t you let me hold her?” Anne had said, slowly registering that something felt wrong. 

Gilbert met her eyes then and she would never until the day she died forget his face. He let out a breath, almost like a cry, his mouth slightly agape. That’s when Anne realized she had yet to hear a cry. 

“Gilbert, please tell me you’re about cry tears of joy.” Anne had said, struggling to sit up. Gilbert looked between Anne and the tiny bundle in his arms and didn’t say a word. 

“Oh my lord.” Marilla had gasped. 

Dr. Ward’s face was solemn. 

“Gilbert, what is it?” Anne had whispered. 

Gilbert looked like a man half drowned. he looked at Anne and the words wouldn’t come. Dr. Ward had placed a hand on his shoulder and looked at Anne.

“I am so sorry, Mrs. Blythe.” He had said.

“What. What do you mean?” Anne had asked, “Gilbert, please give her to me!” Her voice was shrill.

“Anne,” Gilbert said, a look of horror on his face, “Oh, Anne.”

“Gilbert. Let me hold my baby this instant!” Anne had cried.

“Anne, she’s- Oh my god” Gilbert’s voice was not his own, he swallowed, “Anne, she’s gone.”

“No,” Anne had said, shaking her head, “No. She can’t be gone. She’s right there. You’re holding her.”

“Gilbert, let-- Let her see the child.” Marilla had said. 

He had crossed to the side of the bed in a daze. And sat on the edge of the bed with Joy’s quiet little body in his arms.

“Let me- Let me. Oh god. Gilbert let me hold her please.” Anne had sobbed. She took Joy from his arms. Gilbert felt numb. He barely registered Anne’s cries as he looked at the tiny, perfect, motionless infant in her arms. 

“No. No No No. You’re okay, it’s okay. Joy, it’s alright. Gilbert, tell me it’s alright. She’ll be fine, won’t she? Won’t she?” Anne had cried, clutching his arm. 

Gilbert had felt his world collapsing around him. He couldn’t find the words. He merely looked at Anne. And that was how she knew the unimaginable had happened. 

You dont say it like you mean it And I dont mean it like I say

“Merry Christmas, Anne-girl,”  Gilbert whispered. placing a kiss on her freckled cheeks. 

“Mmm. Gilbert. What time is it?” Anne murmered.

“Does it matter? It’s Christmas morning, love.”

“Marilla expects us for Christmas dinner. I’d like to get there early to help her cook.” Anne said, opening her eyes slowly, “And merry Christmas to you too.”

“Anne,” Gilbert had said later that day as they were walking to Green Gables, Delphine and Bash walking ahead of them.

“Yes, Gilbert?” Anne had asked,

“I can’t help but think about... well about...” Gilbert trailed off.

“What this Christmas could have been? What it should have been?” Anne asked, glancing at him and taking his hand. 

“Yes,” Gilbert sighed. 

“I have begun to think,” Anne said quietly, “That there will always be part of us missing, Gil. A part where she would have been. But perhaps just because that piece is missing... That hole is there... Well... It’s like a quilt. Even if the hole is there it might still be useful. It can be patched over and made useful again.”

“I don’t think the hole she has left us with will ever be filled, Anne,” Gilbert said,

“No, no I know it never shall be filled. But the hole in the quilt is still there. But we mend it with a patch and it can be useful again. And I suspect she wouldn’t want us to be sad our whole lives through... But sometimes I feel so guilty. When I laugh, or when I smile. I feel as if it is tarnishing her memory, depleting how much she meant to us.”

“I feel that way too, but I don’t think it’s true,” Gilbert said, taking Anne’s hand in his, “It is unfair and things will never be the same... But we can find joy again. We can cherish her even in our happiness.”

Anne nodded slowly, “I suspect you’re right.”

--

Christmas at Green Gables wasn’t the same as it had been before, but Anne and Gilbert tried to find joy where it could be found. It began to snow during dinner, enough so that it was too treacherous to walk back. Anne, Gilbert, Delphine, and Bash would stay the night, Marilla insisted. 

Delphine sang Christmas carols by the fire and Bash told stories of Mary. Anne read her a fairytale, and when she began to doze off  on the braided rug Bash bid everyone a goodnight and carried her upstairs. 

“Anne, your room has been made up for you and Gilbert,” Marilla said before retiring for the night. Matthew gave her a kiss on the cheek and headed towards his room. Before he made it out of the living room though, he turned around. 

“I. Um.” He started. 

“Mr. Cuthbert, are you alright?” Gilbert asked.

“Yes. I just. I wish to say something if I may,” He said. 

“Of course, Matthew, what is it?” Anne asked.

“I.. It’s a real shame that Joy isn’t here right now. And I don’t think anyone can ever justify her being gone,” Matthew said, a tear running down his cheek, “Loss is unkind, and it is unfair for this to have happened to you, to the both of you, and after all you two have been through. But I believe, we must be happy in spite of it. We ought to be happy because that li’l one would have wanted us to. Anyway. I’ll be off.”

Anne ran to kiss him on the cheek. 

The morning left us both defeated 

And its just been one of those days

“Gilbert,” Anne whispered one day in May,

“Yes, Anne?” Gilbert said, glancing up from the book he was reading as he leaned against the trunk of a tree. They were having a picnic since the weather had finally warmed. 

Anne stood a little ways away, she had been holding some flowers she was making into a flower crown but had dropped them in surprise. She swallowed and looked back at Gilbert. 

“Anne are you alright?” Gilbert asked, brows furrowed. 

“I’ve been keeping a secret.” She said suddenly “But I don’t think I can keep it any longer.”

“Oh? What would that secret be?” Gilbert asked, sitting his book down and giving Anne his rapt attention.

“Gilbert, I... I just... I’m so frightened that I didn’t want to tell you... In case... I couldn’t... Not yet... But I’m so frightened now that I can’t keep it any longer.”

“Anne are you alright? What’s wrong?” Gilbert rose to his feet and held Anne by the shoulders.

“Gilbert, I... I... I was so scared to hope... But...” Anne said shakily. 

Gilbert searched her face, “What are you talking about? What have you been keeping from me?”

“Gilbert... I... We... I... We’re going to have a baby.” Anne said softly.

Gilbert froze for half a second, then he let out a shaky breath.

“Are- Are you certain?” He asked,

“Very.” Anne said.

“How long have you known?” Gilbert asked, clutching her to him in a hug.

“A few months now.” Anne said, starting to cry.

“Oh my god, Anne why on earth didn’t you tell me?” Gilbert gasped.

“I was so frightened after... After Joy. I dared not hope. I thought I was mistaken and then I just couldn’t bear to think of it. I have been so afraid. But I... I just... I wasn’t ready for it to be real.”

“Oh Anne,” Gilbert’s voice trembled and when she looked up at him he was crying, “Darling Anne-girl.”

And he kissed her. He kissed her nose and her mouth and her forehead. He kissed her hands and then he knelt before her and kissed her belly. 

“Gilbert, I’m so scared. I’m afraid to hope.” Anne said, tears streaming down her cheeks, “I’m terrified this joy will be taken from us too.”

“We can’t think that way, Anne,” Gilbert said, rising to hold her again, “We have to hope. We mustn’t be afraid.”

So I'll have dinner on the table 'n you can help me pur the wine

The paper called for sun tomorrow 

If we make it through tonight

It was a few days before Christmas when Gilbert knocked on Bash’s door at 3 am. 

“Is it Anne?” Bash asked, jerking the door open, “Shall I fetch the Dr. Ward?”

“Bash,” Gilbert said, he looked breathless and dazed.

“Blythe, tell me she’s alright.” Bash said, “The baby? Is the baby alright?”

“I’ve only just come to tell you,” Gilbert said, his face suddenly breaking open into the widest grin Bash had seen in a long time, “That I’m sorry you’ll be losing quite a bit of sleep over the next few months on behalf of a wee little man who has only just arrived this morning. He and Anne have sent me to give you their apologies for the crying. He has quite the set of lungs on him.”

--

“Can I see him!?” Delphine asked, poking her head into the bedroom. 

“I expect you must,” Marilla said, with a smile.

“Oh darling Delphine, come meet our darling Johnny.” Anne said, her face was tired but radiant. She and Gilbert both looked as if dawn had finally broken. 

“Anne?” Delphine asked a few moments later.

“Yes, Delphy?”

“Is John going to replace Joy?”

Anne and Gilbert’s eyes met. Marilla pressed her lips together and turned her head away. 

“No,” Anne said slowly, “I don’t suspect anyone will ever be able to take the spot of our dear sweet Joy.  John has his own place, my dear, wee man-child. But little Joy has hers, and always will have it. If she had lived she would have been over a year old. She would have been toddling around on her tiny feet and lisping a few words. I can see her so plainly.”

Anne turned to Gilbert now and clasped his hand in hers.

“I used to fear that when I meet her again one day I shouldn’t recognize her, but I see now that can never be true. I watch how she grows every day. I follow her development week by week. She shall never be a stranger to us.”

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