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Enamored [47] - The End

A.N: And the last chapter❤ I cannot thank you enough for your wonderful support throughout the story my loves, ILYSM ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Everyone finds their home, sooner or later.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 5700

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The morning of the ball was nothing if not complete chaos.

It felt as if nothing would be completely ready by the time for the ball to start, even though you had basically stayed up until dawn to make sure you hadn’t overlooked anything. You barely had any time to eat or sit down during the day and instead spent the whole time either in the ballroom or in the yard but now that you were looking at the result—

It looked absolutely amazing.

The opposites theme of the yard and the ballroom was impossible to miss. While the yard looked like it was made of chaos and fire, the ballroom seemed almost otherworldly with the waterfall in the middle, white and gold adorning the whole room. The foyer would serve as a transition point between the chaos and the peace –vices and virtues- and it was filled with pastel colors and flowers leading to the ballroom.

You and Lucie had been in your bedroom for almost two hours now. The modiste had worked her expertise yet again, as you could see from the gown you were in. Just as you wanted, it seemed to be the perfect depiction of wrath; blood red and nearly intimidating. The skirts of the gown was slightly wider than the rest, and the top of the bodice matched the thin crown placed on your head; both had sharp and pointy rubies like red shards of glass, gleaming in the candlelight. There was no doubt that your costume alone would be talked about by the ton, seeing how unusual it would appear among the sea of light colored gowns symbolizing virtues.

Well, it was the night for revenge after all.

Speaking of the night, now that you knew for sure Frederick would be captured tonight at the ball –Anthony had presented the papers and the proof to the court earlier today—, you could hardly control yourself. You had been feeling guilty for lying to everyone around you, so when Lucie was finished with your hair and gown, you had sat her down to explain to her what had been happening lately.

“So that’s why we have been fighting,” you finished your story while Lucie gawked at you, still covering her mouth. “Well…feigning fighting that is.”

“You’re jesting.”

You shook your head. “No. I’m sorry that I had to keep it from you Lucie, I couldn’t tell anyone.”

“But all those arguments…”

“It was for the ton to hear about, from the staff. You know how it is.”

“And sleeping apart?”

You nodded in the direction of the door leading to Anthony’s room from yours. “We exchanged rooms when everyone went to sleep.”

“The divorce?”

You waved a hand in the air. “Not happening of course. We’re madly in love, and the mere rumor of it was enough to lure Frederick. It worked better than I expected.”

Lucie let out a laugh and rushed to wrap her arms around you to hug you tight, making you let out a giggle.

“Oh I was so worried!” she said, pulling back. “I’ve never felt happier to be tricked.”

You clasped your hands over hers and sat down on the bed, pulling her to do the same. “Will you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” she said, shaking her head. “Except for my sleepless nights for worrying about you, that is.”

“Everything is alright,” you assured her. “And I apologize again.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“Us, Elias and Cece and my father.”

“No one else?”

“Father told Aunt Lavinia I think,” you said. “Everyone else will know tonight, thankfully. I could no longer bear this deception.”

“God, it must’ve been so hard…”

“It was,” you said. “But it’ll be over tonight. And besides; the season is ending, we’re all going back to the countryside next week so it’ll be even better. I could use a break from London and this whole thing.”

Her smile faded slightly and she stole a look at you, making you tilt your head.

“What is it?”

“My lady, there is something I must tell you,” she said. “I—I didn’t even entertain the possibility because I thought you were unhappy, and I would never leave you alone if you were but…”

You pulled your brows together. “Lucie, I’m happy beyond words. I assure you—and I happen to think this has strengthened the bond Anthony and I have.”

“Yes, and I’m so happy to hear it,” she said. “But I was wondering, since we will go to the countryside after the season is over… After we settle you down in the Aubrey Hall of course, I was wondering if I could have a change of employment?”

You pulled back slightly, your heart doing a painful flip.

“What?”

“I mean now that I know you will be in good hands…”

“Wait Lucie—is this because I had to lie to you?” you asked almost frantically, “I really do apologize and it was never my intention to hurt you, you must believe me—”

“No that’s not the reason at all, it’s a much more pleasant reason actually,” she assured you and you licked your lips.

“What?”

“I wish to have a change of employment because,” she swallowed thickly. “Because I’m in love.”

You gasped, pressing your hands over your chest. “You’re in love?” you repeated. “Oh Lucie, that’s amazing! With whom?”

She paused for a moment and took a deep breath.

“Your cousin.”

You blinked a couple of times and your stomach sank.

“Oh no…” you whispered to yourself. “Lucie, you’re the loveliest person in the entire world but I’m afraid Kenneth is—um—he has someone in mind—”

“It’s not the future Earl of Ashdown,” she cut you off. “It’s Lady Iona and…I’m glad to say that she returns my affections.”

You stared at her for a moment before it dawned on you and your jaw dropped.

“Oh my goodness!” you said before reaching out to hold her hands again, a huge smile pulling at your lips. “Isn’t it the most wonderful feeling in the world Lucie? Falling in love?”

She let out a relieved breath and nodded, blinking back the tears. “It is,” she said. “And you’re not…angry at me for not telling you?”

You shook your head fervently.

“God no!” you said. “I do apologize wholeheartedly though.”

“You apologize?” she asked. “For what?”

“For trying to matchmake you with that jeweler’s son back in Paris,” you said. “And then the chef’s apprentice. And then the—well you understand my point, had I known beforehand I would’ve tried to matchmake you with a lady, or a maid, or oh!” Your head shot up. “Or my modiste back in Paris, she was very beautiful if you ask me— but I suppose it was fate. You were meant to find love in London just like me.”

She let out a happy sob and hugged you tight again.

“Thank you my lady,” she said. “And yes. I suppose I was.”

You pressed a kiss on her cheek and pulled back to look at her better.

“So you wish to go to Scotland to be with Iona?”

“Yes my lady,” she said. “She offered multiple times and I said no but now that I know you’re going to be happy, I was wondering if it would be such a terrible thing to do.”

“It’s the best thing to do,” you said and wiped at your eyes. “I must admit it pains me to even think of being apart from you, but you must follow your heart Lucie. It would be incredibly hypocritical of me to ask for anything otherwise. You found love, so you should be with the one you love.”

She offered you a small smile, blinking back the tears and you took a deep breath.

“But you must promise me you will come to visit as much as possible,” you said. “And I will visit Scotland too, Aunt Lavinia invited me before, and—and it takes a week for the letters to arrive in England from France, and it probably takes less time between here and Scotland, so we will exchange letters all the time.”

She nodded. “I couldn’t bear not knowing what you’re doing.”

“The feeling is mutual,” you said with a smile and sat up straighter. “And now I will tell you what my father and Elias told me before I married Anthony. Before I left Avon House to move here.”

“What is it?”

“No matter who you decide to be with, or for how long,” you said. “My house will be always open to you, and you can come back whenever you wish. No questions asked. Bridgerton House and Aubrey Hall will always be your home, and it will always welcome you whenever you wish it to.”

A sob climbed up her throat and you cupped her cheek.

“And I’m afraid I must put my foot down because it is not up to negotiation,” you said. “You may be employed there and such, but in addition to your salary from there, your salary from me will keep coming to Scotland—”

“My lady, I can’t possibly—”

“I’m not going to hear it Lucie, my decision is final,” you said and offered her a small smile. “My father made sure I was protected in every way before letting me marry, you must simply let me do the same even though it’s in unofficial ways.”

She smiled back at you and sniffled. “Thank you.”

You wiped at your eyes and let out a small laugh.

“Well now I’m afraid no one will see me as wrath because I cried,” you joked and she chuckled.

“No no, I’d say you still look intimidating.”

A knock on the door made you turn your head.

“Come in?”

The door opened to reveal Anthony and he paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on you, a look of surprise crossing his face.

“I will leave you be,” Lucie rushed to her feet. “My lady. My lord.”

With that, she left the room and you got up from the bed to drop an exaggerated curtsy.

“So what do you think?”

Anthony closed the door behind him and strode to you to pull you into a kiss, making you giggle.

“Darling you look divine,” he muttered to your lips and you ran your fingertips over the lapels of his jacket that were lined with gold threads, gleaming against black fabric.

“And you look very handsome as always,” you said. “Are the guests here?”

“Most of them. They’re by the yard for the fireworks, and your fire breathers are gathering quite the attention.”

You gave him a proud smile and he tilted your chin up to look at you better.

“Were you crying?”

“Oh I was just…emotional.”

“What happened?”

“I will tell you later,” you said. “Shall we go then?”

He grinned and stole another kiss from you, then offered you his arm. You let out a laugh and took it, and walked out of the room with him.

When you got to the yard, you were nearly pulled away from Anthony. Not that you could say anything, considering you two were still pretending to be on bad terms, but almost all the guests seemed to have something to say to you. After greeting all the Bridgertons and Lady Danbury— and managing to dodge their questions— you caught the sight of your family entering the yard so you quickly excused yourself to make your way to them.

“Hello everyone!”

“Wow,” Kenneth commented. “I knew you would wear something scandalous but not this,”

You shot him a grin and pressed a kiss on your father’s cheek.

“Father,” you said before kissing Aunt Lavinia’s cheek as well. “And welcome!”

“Y/N, this is amazing.” Aunt Lavinia said and your father nodded.

“You look so lovely my dearest.”

“Thank you!” you said. “Let me guess, Aunt Lavinia you are wisdom and father, you are…”

“Temperance.”

“Y/N guess what I am!” Iona said excitedly and you tilted your head.

“Give me a clue?”

“Me and Ken decided to come as Aristotle’s virtues!” Iona said, motioning at herself. “I am friendliness and Ken is truthfulness.”

“I was going to come as a vice but she insisted,” Kenneth said, pointing at Iona and you giggled.

“Well you both look amazing!”

“I cannot believe there are fire breathers,” your father said. “Are we sure that’s safe considering you and Elias being here?”

“Father!”

“I’m just expression a safety concern,” he held up his hands, gesturing surrender with a grin and you heaved a sigh.

“Speaking of, where are they?”

Kenneth pointed at somewhere over your shoulder and you turned your head to see Elias and Cecily entering the yard. A smile pulled at your lips and as if on cue, the fireworks started, drawing gasps and noises of admiration from the crowd. You quickly approached Elias and Cecily and hugged Cecily, then Elias.

“Welcome!”

“It looks wonderful Chérie,” Elias smiled at you. “And so do you.”

“Everyone is already talking about your gown,” Cecily said and you grinned.

“Why thank you,” you said. “So Cece, I know you are Hope and Elias you are...”

“Love!” he said, motioning at the small heart pinned on his jacket. “I’m Love. I figured since you’re not going as that…”

“Good choice, it suits you.”

“And wrath suits you,” he said before his eyes caught the sight of something to your left and his jaw clenched. “Speaking of wrath…”

You stole a look in that direction and that familiar fury roared through you as soon as your eyes fell on Frederick. He raised his glass and looked around, then made his way to you.

“Make sure father is alright,” you told Elias and he took a deep breath.

“Chérie…”

“These are his last hours, Elias,” you murmured. “Anthony already presented the court the papers, they know where he will be tonight. It’s just a matter of time until he’s gone for good.”

Cecily squeezed at Elias’s arm.

“We will be with Lord Avon and Aunt Lavinia,” she told you and pulled him in their direction as soon as Frederick reached you.

“Well well…” he said, “It seems that you took after your mother on how to throw a ball as well. She certainly knew how to gather attention, both to the ball and to herself.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“I didn’t know you would be here.”

“Why would I not?” he asked. “Your husband invited me.”

Of course. Frederick would have got suspicious if you had invited him, but having Anthony invite him had only served to make him believe this deception even further.

“Oh did he?”

“A smart man, your husband,” he said as the fireworks kept exploding in the sky and you grabbed a drink from one of the trays. “Too bad he was blinded by love before you got married but I’m glad he’s seeing sense now.”

“And let me guess, you’re helping him?”

“It’s only fair,” he pointed out. “After all, you have come between me and the one and only thing I wanted in the world.”

“My mother never wanted you,” you deadpanned and his jaw clenched.

“Careful there.”

You tilted your head. “Or what?” you asked and he gripped the glass tighter. “It hurts doesn’t it? Deep down?”

“What?”

“You hate me and my father wholeheartedly,” you said. “But my mother loved us both. She loved me and Elias and my father more than anyone or anything in the world. But you? You went through all that, even more than 20 years later you’re trying to take some sort of revenge because you made yourself believe you loved her, she on the other hand didn’t even care about you at all.”

“You have no idea what you speak of.”

“I do though,” you said, looking him dead in the eye. “It’s not that you lost her, you do realize that? You never had her to begin with.”

He gritted his teeth.

“Let me tell you something about my parents,” you said. “My mother was so in love with my father that even after not seeing him for more than twenty years, his name was the only name she was saying on her deathbed, like she was talking to him. The same with my father, after his incident, when he had fever, when he was on death’s doorstep, all he could see or think about was her, he thought he was speaking to her. In their case it makes sense but in your case, I can’t help but find it ironic, almost.”

“Ironic?” he repeated. “And why is that?”

“Because when it’s time for you to die,” you said. “You’re going to go through the same. You’re going to see her, but…she won’t answer.”

A shadow crossed his eyes and you smiled.

“So yes, it’s ironic,” you said. “Because my mother felt love when she was dying, and I’m sure so will my father. But you? You will only feel the pain of never being loved by the one and only person you wanted the most in the entire world.”

He stared at you and your smile widened.

“Enjoy the ball,” you said and walked away from him to your family, fireworks still exploding in the sky.

By the time the firework show was finished, everyone was already impressed by your ball but you were nowhere near done. The ballroom made the exact impact you wanted as soon as the doors were opened, and people had spent so much time just admiring the setting and complimenting you before the orchestra started.

You and Anthony hadn’t danced yet, you didn’t want to raise any suspicions in Frederick until the last moment, but you could almost feel how much he wanted to be close to you because you were taken by the same urge as well. You absentmindedly played with your necklace and stole a look at him to see him repress a smile, twisting his ring around his finger. You stopped the warm smile threatening to pull at your lips as well, and turned your head when you heard someone clear their throat.

“Hugh!” you said, grinning at him and he bowed his head.

“Lady Bridgerton.”

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come.”

“And miss your first ball?” he asked. “Never. Apparently my sister is in love with one of the lords in here, so I had to wait for her to pick the perfect gown. Took an hour.”

“Abby and Edith are here too?”

“Mm hm. Just over there, see?”

You looked to the corner of the room and waved at them.

“I will welcome them in person and thank them for coming,” you said and tilted your head at Hugh. “How angry would you be at me if I told you I’m planning on matchmaking Abby with the one she loves?”

“You know who it is?”

“Mm hm.”

“Who is it?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’ve had my experiences with my own very protective brother, I will not betray Abby that way thank you very much.”

He threw his head back and groaned. “Y/N!”

“What?” you asked airily. “Besides if it’s true love, you cannot possibly be thinking of standing in their way.”

“Will you not rest until you wed all my sisters?”

“I will not rest until everyone that I love finds true love,” you corrected him and he stole a look at you before sipping his drink.

“And how do you feel?”

“Hm?”

“I heard about the…” he motioned in Anthony’s way. “Rumors. Are you alright?”

“Oh!” you said and nodded. “Of course.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know that.”

“I’m not lying to you,” you said. “Trust me. It will all be alright in the end.”

He heaved a sigh and you offered him a small smile.

“But enough about my love story,” you said. “How about yours?”

“Hm?”

You looked around to check whether anyone was listening and leaned in closer.

“How are you and my cousin?”

He shot you a light hearted glare. “Your cousin and I decided that we should remain friends actually.”

You gasped, pressing a hand over your chest. “What?”

“Mm hm.”

“Oh no, that’s a disaster!”

He pulled his brows together. “Not it’s not, I told you—”

“Are you very heartbroken Hugh?” you cut him off. “When I was heartbroken I locked myself in the house and I refused to see anyone, do you feel the urge to do the same? Because I can be there for you and visit you every day if you’d like, I have experience in heartbreak now so if you ever need—”

“Y/N, I’m perfectly alright, and so is he,” he said, nodding in his direction and you looked over your shoulder to see Kenneth catching his gaze, then raised a glass in his direction. There was no hostility whatsoever in his eyes and you frowned in confusion before you turned back to Hugh.

“But you were in love!”

“No we were not, as we both told you over and over again.”

“But I saw you two…um—”

“You do realize that not everyone whom you happen to like spending time together has to be your one and only love?”

“You were kissing though!

“To repeat, it doesn’t mean we’re each other’s true love.”

Your frown deepened before you heaved a dramatic sigh.

“Very well then,” you said. “I had originally planned to put all my efforts into finding Edith her one true love after I was finished with Abby, but I’m afraid this is more urgent.”

“Uh oh.”

“I will find you your one true love, a lady or a lord,” you said. “And I shall do the same for Ken when I visit Scotland. I think he prefers lords though, so I shall find him a dashing lord.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Besides, we’re family now,” you said, motioning between yourself and him. “We will visit each other a lot after the season is over, remember?”

“You’re always welcome in my house but I’m begging you, please—”

“I will throw a ball at the Aubrey Hall as well, I think that would multiply the chance to find someone who happens to catch your interest.”

“Why is love like the plague for you?” Hugh asked. “Just because you have it, does not mean you should infect everyone with it.”

“I will not stop until the whole world is as happy and in love as I am,” you said, wagging your finger at him in a threatening manner and he repressed a laugh, holding up his hands.

“You don’t have to be so menacing about it.”

“It appears that I must,” you said and he heaved a dramatic sigh, shaking his head.

“Will you change your mind if I fight you on this?”

“Of course not.”

“Thought so,” he said before holding out his hand. “A dance with the lady of the house then?”

You smiled at him and took his hand, then let him lead you to the dance floor.

An hour into the ball, you had already danced with Kenneth, Elias and even your father before accepting Mr. Sinclair’s dance request. Now that he was completely smitten by Jane, for the whole dance he hadn’t stopped talking about her and made sure to thank you for introducing him to his true love, a statement that put a smile on your face. However, towards the end of your dance with him, you caught the sight of Cecily walking out of the ballroom so as soon as the dance was over, you grabbed another drink and excused yourself to look for Cecily. After a maid informed you that she had gone upstairs to the washroom, you quickly made your way to upstairs as well to knock on the door.

“Cece?”

“A minute!” she called out before the noise of heaving reached your ears and you scrunched up your nose, then leaned back to the wall.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to get Elias?”

“Oh no, I don’t want him to worry, this is—” she was cut off as she heaved again, then cleared her throat. “This is completely normal, as terrible as it sounds.”

You repressed a small chuckle and soon enough she opened the door of the washroom, wiping at her mouth with a towel.

“Should I send for a maid?”

She shook her head and offered you a smile.

“I’m getting used to it actually,” she said. “As much as one could get used to it, that is.”

“I do not envy you on that part,” you pointed out. “But I admit, I envy you on every other aspect of it.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m very certain that soon enough you will be going through the same thing that I am going through right now.”

You sipped your drink. “Who knows?”

“I do,” she said and frowned. “Where’s your other earring?”

You touched your earlobes and let out a whine.

“I must have dropped it on the dance floor,” you said. “Great. I’ll just change them and look for it after everyone else leaves.”

She grinned. “Maybe a jealous lady stole it.”

You burst into a laugh. “Cece!”

“Could happen.”

“No it couldn’t,” you said and her grin widened.

“Alright alright…” she said. “I’m going back to the ballroom then.”

“I’ll be right there,” you said and made your way to your bedroom. You put your glass on the vanity, quickly grabbed another pair of ruby earrings –the spare ones you had saved for tonight- and checked your reflection in the mirror. You turned a little to check if your gown still looked as good as it did when you first walked into the ballroom, then smiled and grabbed your drink again before leaving the room.

It was only when you reached the hallway that you saw Anthony on the other side and you tilted your head.

“What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you,” he said with a small smile and you grinned.

“I had an earring emergency,” you said. “Why were you looking for me? Is everything alright?”

He looked over his shoulder as some noises reached you from the foyer downstairs and then turned to you again.

“You wanted to enjoy the view from a good spot, did you not?” he asked and as soon as it dawned on you what he was implying, your breath got caught in your throat, then you rushed past him to reach the mezzanine, where you could look down at the foyer that seemed to be swarming with people now, giving you a clear view.

“Let go of me at once!” Frederick’s voice rang through the foyer as two men –armed guards, as you could see- yanked him into the foyer. “How dare you? What is this?”

“Earl Woodhall, the parliament found that you have committed forgery and fraud,” one of the guards by the foyer said, not even moving an inch as your eyes caught the sight of your family, Lady Danbury and the Bridgertons leaving the ballroom as well to step into the foyer, the remaining guests following them. “You have broken her majesty the Queen’s laws as well as the parliament’s, and you will be punished accordingly.”

Even you could tell that all blood had left Frederick’s face as Anthony came to stand beside you while a dark smile curled your lips.

You wanted to see the look on his face one last time.

You held out your arm and let the glass slip from your grasp and in mere seconds it hit the marble floor, shattering into pieces, the sound gathering everyone’s attention considering how it was completely quiet because of people’s shock. Frederick’s head snapped up and Anthony threw an arm over your shoulder, raising his glass at him with a small smirk while you tilted your head, a pleased smile apparent on your lips.

“…You.” Frederick growled and you leaned your elbows on the railings, letting out a small laugh.

“It was about time you saw what real revenge looked like, and you’ve made it very easy,” you commented, entwining your fingers with Anthony. “Goodbye Frederick.”

With that, the guards dragged him out of the house and you stole a look at Elias and your father, who were both wearing similar smiles before turning to the rest of the guests who were staring at you and Anthony.

“Speech?” Anthony murmured and you nodded, then cleared your throat.

“Well now that the only traitor among us has been taken away and soon to meet his fate,” you said with a smile. “Allow us to welcome you to the Bridgerton House, and the last ball of the season.”

“Hear hear,” Elias called out, raising his glass and you let out a laugh as people started clapping.

“First of all, we would like to thank our dearest friends here who knew what has been happening for the last month was nothing but a necessary deception to uncover Earl Woodhall’s crimes,” you said. “Thank you so much for keeping our secret and not telling anyone.”

Anthony raised his brows and repressed a smirk.

Of course. The ton liked to be involved in anything and everything, especially any kind of secret. So by making them think some people among them knew your fights and divorce rumors were nothing but a deception, you were making sure that they wouldn’t suspect anything otherwise.

You were certain that so many people were going to tell each other they had known all along, even if they had been the first ones to jump on the divorce rumors.

“And to the rest who did not know,” you said. “For not being able to share it with you and for making you worry, we apologize.”

“Wholeheartedly,” Anthony said, pulling you closer to press a kiss on top of your head, earning a chorus of “aww” from the guests and you giggled.

“The second part of fireworks are going to start in half an hour as a celebration,” you said. “So yes, thank you so much for coming, and we hope you will enjoy the rest of the ball!”

Another round of applause exploded through the hallway and Anthony kissed the back of your hand, then winked at you.

“Come on,” he said. “We should go and get scolded by my family before we celebrate with yours.”

The ball was finished towards the dawn, and in your opinion –and also in almost all guests’ opinion, as they kept telling you- it had been the best ball of the season. After everyone left, instead of going back to your bedroom, you pulled Anthony by the hand to step outside, and went to the yard to sit down on the grass, with him following you. He leaned back to the tree you were sitting under, then pulled you closer to hold you in his arms, nuzzling to the top of your hair while you made yourself comfortable, resting your head on his chest, twisting his ring around his finger.

“I can’t believe it’s over,” you murmured, keeping your eyes on the gorgeous shades of orange and red painting the sky and he chuckled.

“Me neither,” he said. “I’m actually relieved, I kept thinking something would come up at the last second. That he would somehow figure it out.”

“He was too blinded by his hate to figure it out.”

“Lord Moore told me that his wife didn’t even tell him about our plan, but apparently she knew.”

“Mm, I overheard the same from Lady Bolton,” you said. “Apparently she knew as well.”

Anthony scoffed a laugh. “Unbelievable…”

“Do you think your mother and Lady Danbury forgave us when we explained it to them?” you asked. “They looked like they forgave us.”

“I think they did forgive us, but I can’t say the same for Eloise.”

“Oh me neither,” you said. “But I mean, this time next week we will all be together at Aubrey Hall, so she will have to forgive us.”

“After some bribe yes, I’m sure she will.”

You let out a giggle and craned your neck to look up at him only for him to dip his head to brush his lips against yours, then caressed your cheekbone with his thumb, smiling softly.

“Have I told you how beautiful you looked tonight?”

You hummed, pretending to be in deep thought. “Only once.”

“Ah that’s simply not acceptable,” he joked, making you giggle again. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on my love.”

“And you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever laid my eyes on, so we make quite a fine pair in my humble opinion,” you said with a grin, making him chuckle.

“We do.”

“And I love you.”

“I love you too darling. With my whole being.”

You squeezed at his arm and nibbled on your lip.

“Anthony mon amour, I realized something tonight.”

He buried his nose into your hair again. “What is it?”

“I feel like…” you paused for a moment. “Every single thing that has happened, it had to be. It was all supposed to happen from the beginning, and now I feel—I feel like I am home now. Like I actually belong here, like this right there was where I was meant to be all along. We were meant to find each other and be together, it was just meant to be.”

Anthony pressed a kiss on your temple, holding you tighter.

“It was,” he murmured. “And you are home now.”

You smiled slightly and took a deep breath, leaning your head back to his chest and inhaling his scent, a sense of relief washing over you.

“Yes,” you said. “Yes I think I am.”

The End.

Epilogue

PS: Wow, this was a long ride!😁 Thank you so so much to every single one of you my loves who has given me amazing support and HCs and ideas! I wouldn’t be able to write this without you, I love you so much!❤

And special thanks to my wonderful friend and beta Bea for helping me with the whole story and making it so much better with her ideas and editing skills, and TM anon for their wonderful analyses of the chapters! You are awesome! ❤

#anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

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angelsmist · 1 year

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WAR OF HEARTS

prompt: your sister, princess afia and princess shuri had been placed into an arranged marriage. this did not work in your favor, because of your secret feelings towards shuri. soon, it grew into hatred, and you and shuri could barely be in the same room without some type of argument ensuing. but, that tension’s gotta be released somehow…

contains: sexual themes, cursing, kinda ooc shuri (?)

authors note: i swear i’m not capable of one-shots like i’m always making a series 😭 this don’t gotta be a series but just lmk if you guys would like more and get specific 🧘🏾‍♀️

also this is heavily inspired by bridgerton because i started binging and got obsessed w anthony and kate and their TENSIONNN.

got a lil carried away w this one 🤭

you adjusted your dress, shifting in your seat uncomfortably. you were getting quite sick of these out-of-the-blue dinners.

your nation, seynyti was currently in the process of forming some sort of alliance with wakanda. the two nations had lived in peace with one another for many, many centuries. it made sense, seeing as both of the kingdoms were private and closed off from the world, but not secret. but to seal the deal, your sister, princess afia and princess shuri were arranged a marriage.

this had been decided about a year ago. there wasn’t any immediate action to start the wedding, as both of the rulers of the nations wanted a proper proposal. though, there was yet to be one.

your parents believed it was because your sister and shuri wanted to take your time. but truthfully, neither of them could feel much for the other. this marriage was for the sake of their country, and thankfully, they had their nation’s best interest at heart. it was a good agreement, and everyone should’ve been at the very least satisfied.

keyword “should’ve”. you were terribly miserable.

before the idea of your sister marrying shuri was proposed, you two were best friends. like, inseparable. you both bonded over the fact that the two of you were scientists. it was refreshing to have someone your age understand half of the things you talked about. it only made sense that you’d eventually grow feelings for her. you kept quiet about it, though, fearful of what the outcome would be.

it was too late now, anyway.

when you found out about this arranged marriage, you slowly began to resent shuri. and the love you once had for her soon turned to bitterness. at least that’s what you had told yourself.

the both of you had gone from being attached to the hip to having an attitude whenever you’d have to be in a room together. you felt guilty for ruining your friendship with her, but you feared that you’d put the marriage in jeopardy if you remained close with the princess.

so, you convinced yourself that you hated the princess. shuri slowly began to return the attitude. she was hurt by your sudden switch-up, but she refused to show the effects it had on her.

honestly, all it did was build up tension. the hateful eye contact that had just pinches of love in it, the constant bickering, the disagreements. the list could go on. you and shuri had so many unsaid words, that it drove you crazy. hence, why you couldn’t bear to even be in a room with her.

you didn’t have a choice this time, though. your parents had scheduled a dinner with the family of wakanda for a reason that you did not know of.

the dress your mother picked out for you made you feel slightly overdressed. it was a navy blue bodycon dress that happened to capture your curves, even the ones you preferred not to display at a family dinner.

it matched nicely with your golden collar necklace, as well as your earrings that were made with vibranium, a gift given to you by shuri herself before all of the marriage plans went down.

you had been fiddling with an earring unintentionally, attracting shuri’s attention from across the table. you felt her brown orbs burning into your skin. instinctively, you locked eyes with her. a sly grin washed over her features when she noticed your choice in jewelry. not wanting to give her the satisfaction of making you melt under her gaze, you maintained eye contact. it stayed like that until your sister, afia, tapped on shuri’s shoulder to gain her attention. still, her head moved towards afia’s face, but her eyes stayed on you for just a few seconds before averting your gaze completely.

“your dress looks lovely,” nakia complimented next to you. a smile tugged at your lips from her words.

“thank you, nakia. you look stunning as well. i see your matching outfit with t’challa. it’s beautiful,” you complimented, momentarily looking at what the king wore.

your mother used this as an opportunity to bring attention to afia and shuri. “speaking of matching outfits, we should try to get you two to match more.”

unintentionally, you let out a giggle at the idea of afia and shuri matching outfits. it worked for nakia and t’challa, but you knew if they tried it, they’d look like complete dorks.

your short laugh was loud enough for only those at the table to hear. they stared at you expectantly, thinking you’d say something to explain yourself.

shuri spoke before you could mutter an apology, wanting to add fuel to the fire. “did i miss a joke? i’d like to laugh.”

“oh, sorry. i just coughed,” you lied, attempting to keep your face neutral since all eyes were on you. “it wasn’t a laugh.”

for some reason, that still wasn’t enough for shuri. “good. maybe you could match with someone as well. all you have to do is find someone that can tolerate you for longer than five minutes.”

this wasn’t anything new. as disrespectful as it seemed to say, everyone was perfectly aware of you and shuri’s constant bickering. that’s why most of the time they try to keep you two at a distance. but when it came to dinners like these, an argument was unavoidable. everyone liked to brush it off as a joke in hopes of deescalating the situation.

“shuri!” queen ramonda scolded, narrowing her eyes at her daughter.

“it’s okay, queen ramonda,” you dismissed politely, stirring up a combination of words to fire back at the princess. “shuri’s right, if we’re being honest.”

the younger udaku stared at you in shock. “am i?”

“yes,” you confirmed, nodding. you stuck your fork into a piece of chicken and picked at it. “you’re very lucky you had your spouse picked out for you. if that hadn’t happened, you probably wouldn’t have found anybody for at least another ten years.”

there it was. not your best comeback, but it was enough to light some kind of fire in her.

shuri set her fork down. “okay. i’d like to talk to princess (name) for a second outside.”

your brother finally spoke after being silently occupied with the jollof rice. “please, go ahead. we are tired of your bickering.”

your mother gave him a look that told him to stay quiet, but it was easy to tell that she did not disagree with him.

“fine,” you complied, rising from your chair as shuri did the same.

once the two exited the great hall and were out of view from the rest of the family, shuri forcefully dragged you into a smaller room that look as if it were meant for two. it had a fireplace that happened to be one, along with two seats around it.

you shook off shuri’s grasp, the anger evident in your face. “you better not give me shit. you’re the one who started it this time.”

“only because you embarrassed me last week in the lab,” she retorted, making sure to to lock the door behind her.

“i was just correctly your calculations. you’re welcome, by the way,” you sarcastically spoke. “it’s not my fault that you’re not as smart as me.”

“and it’s not my fault that all your manners suddenly disappear when i enter a room.”

you crossed your arms over your chest, your eyes drifting over to the fireplace that lit up the room. shuri moved from the door and walked close enough to you to the point where you’d probably have to look up a bit to meet her eyes.

when your gaze shifted back to her face, you realized her eyes were no longer on yours. rather, slightly below them. turns out, crossing your arms in a dress that already showed enough cleavage would only push them up more. and as it seems, it was a enough to catch the princess’s attention.

you quickly realized what her gaze was stuck on, and a smirk appeared on your lips. “my eyes are up here, princess.”

your words snapped her out of the state she was in, and when your facials registered in her mind, her irritation grew even more. you loved it.

“are you aware of how annoying you are?” she inquired, playing off what had taken place merely seconds ago. “you actually drive me insane.”

you simply just raised your eyebrows at her question, displaying sarcasm.

when shuri didn’t say anything else, you took it upon yourself to end the conversation. “if that’s all.”

you took a few steps so you could go past shuri and to the door, but when you began to pass her, you felt something, or someone stop you.

your orbs looked downwards to see one of shuri’s hands on your waist to keep you from moving any further.

“princess shuri,” you said firmly. “let me go.”

you finally looked away from her hand that was still on your waist, and back to her.

you two were much closer now, and the height difference didn’t help either.

“so formal.” she clicked her tongue, looking away from your for only a second to shake her head.

“shuri,” you repeated. “let.me.go.”

she lowered her head to reach yours as you lifted your head up to meet in the middle. she brought her lips to your ear, making your breath hitch in your throat. “and if i don’t want to?”

you stayed completely still. if you even moved an inch, chances are, your lips would at the very least brush over shuri’s. and you weren’t sure what would’ve happened next.

it hadn’t dawned to you how much tension had built up between the two of you until now. it sucked, because you were fighting every bone in your body to refrain from pouncing.

you could hear the arrogance dripping from shuri’s words as she spoke. “you know, when i told you that you drive me crazy, i meant in more ways than one.”

you let out a shaky breath, moving your head to the side to look shuri in the eye. you inched your head backwards to avoid any contact of her lips, but her head chased yours slightly. you realized the side of your nose was in contact with hers.

you couldn’t help it. your orbs flickered down to the princess’ lips that were barely centimeters from yours. by the time you caught yourself staring, shuri had already noticed, hence the growing grin on her face.

“we should…we should head…back.” your words came out breathy and just a bit unclear. you seriously, seriously couldn’t help it. you found every part of you craving her more than anything. images flashed in your mind. the kind of images that one should not think of. especially not with your sister’s future wife.

shuri placed herself in a place where her lips just hovered over yours. and just when you thought they’d touch, she pulled back.

“you’re right,” she stated, dropping her hand from your waist. “we should.”

she looked more than pleased with herself as she walked away from you and exited the room.

you stood there for about a minute, dumbfounded. did that actually just happen? was that a mindfuck?

regardless, both you and shuri knew that she had won the battle for tonight. but like they always say, the war was far from over.

#shuri x reader #black panther fic #fanfic #shuri udaku #shuri x f!reader #shuri x you #shuri x black!reader #shuri x fem!reader

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angelbroad · 12 days

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You're Like Me, Let's Be Friends

This superhero business was going pretty well, all things considered. It was a good thing Nadine had basically all the time in the world to work on this, which also made her realise she didn't really have anything going on in her life. But now that she was an official hero (was there even such a thing?) also meant she would have more run-ins with the other heroes of Gotham.

The first had been Batman. Nadine thought him very intimidating at first, and he still was, just with a bit of humor to him. Even if they didn't talk often, or worked together often, Nadine could tell he was somehow watching her. The man was like a shadow, and it only made Loxz-Ha dislike the Bat even more.

"I'm sure it's cause he cares.", Nadine told them, "Besides, I'm still new to this hero thing. I think he wants me to do it right."

Or he sees us as a threat that must be observed and terminated

"Loxz, I think you worry too much."

I worry just enough, Nadine Estrada

Nadine sighed, "Would it kill you to stop calling me by my full name?"

The two still had some stuff to work through, especially Loxz-Ha's distrust of basically everyone they'd meet.

Next was Nightiwing. He was slightly less intimidating than the Bat, much more easy-going. Nadine was in the process of stopping a few crooks when he showed up, the two managing to turn them in in one piece.

"Batman told me about you.", Nightwing said.

Nadine looked away with an awkward smile, "H-He did?"

"He said you were new and practically clueless."

"Oh...uh..."

He is insulting our intelligence

"No he's not."

Nightwing raised an eyebrow. Nadine coughed.

"Sorry about that."

"You talk to yourself often?", he asked.

"More than you think.", Nadine said with an awkward laugh,

"W-Well...nicemeetingyoubye!"

As she flew away, she chastised herself internally. That was so embarassing!

"Loxz-Haaa.", she groaned. The scarab chuckled, apparently her suffering was amusing.

"So, how did it go?", Anthony asked as he was washing the dishes, Nadine lying on the kitchen table face first.

"I fumbled Nightwing so bad..."

Pearl patted her back, "Hey, I would too."

"Would you though?"

"Well, duh. You know dark mysterious men are my weakness."

"Can you two stop thirsting over the vigilante in my kitchen table?", Anthony asked.

"Dude! She's doing that, I'm just embarassed I acted like a child in front of him!", Nadine shot up, slumping back down as she finished, "First Batman, now Nightwing..."

"Hey, c'mon dude. You've been a super for like what? A couple of days?", Pearl reasoned, "Obviously your personality won't change that quickly. You're still the same ol' Nad."

"Thankfully.", Anthony added to his sister's statement as he sat down, sliding a burrito towards Nadine's head, "Now eat, won't you?"

"But I'm not hungry...", Nadine mumbled, but saw how Anthony had bothered to make her food, so she reluctantly took the burrito to eat it.

"Any luck with blue?", Anthony asked Nadine as he sat down next to her.

Nadine shook her head, "Apperantelly he's called 'Blue Beetle', but I've never seen him around."

"Hey, we'll burn that bridge when we get to it."

"Anth, I'm trying to make friends here, not enemies."

"My guy,", Pearl said, "you're a superhero. No duh you're gonna have enemies."

Nadine let out an awkward laugh, "T-True. I just hope I don't get a Mongul as my villain."

"Yeesh. Went right for the Superman-level threat, didn't ya?"

"Sorry..."

Nadine was bound to be nervous about all this. Now that she was putting herself out there, with a secret identity to boot, she was a target. And because Loxz-Ha still doesn't tell her everything, she didn't know how big the target on her back was.

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"Flying through the streets, hope nothing bad ever happens to me-"

You are murmuring again

"Just trying to find some comfort.", Nadine reasoned.

The spike in your anxiety indicates otherwise

"Well, what should I do?"

Take deep and slow breaths. Inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth

Nadine did as instructed, aiming to meet Nadine's requirements to the best of her ability.

Good. You are doing so well, Nadine

"I...am?", that felt nice, in a weird way.

Nadine landed on a building, continuing her exercises.

Nadine

"Y-Yeah?"

You have a performance tonight

"Oh shit! Thanks for reminding me!", Nadine said as she blitzed through the streets and to the back of the venue where Stephanie was waiting. The armor came off almost as soon as Nadine's feet touched the ground. "We're not late, are we?", Nadine asked as she tried to catch her breath, not even noticing she said 'we' instead of 'I'.

Stephanie let out a sigh, giving her a reassuring smile and guiding her inside with a hand on her shoulder.

"Just in time.", she said, "Adhhab alan 'iilaa altubuli, ya sadiqi."

The stage lights were as bright as always, bathing Nadine in a green light as she picked up the drum sticks. As the drummer, she always sat in the back, and she preferred it that way. Loxz-Ha had asked about it at some point, and Nadine made it clear that she wanted to stay as a support to the band's structure. She cared little for spotlight, to which she was sure she heard the scarab create its own version of a hum.

It started with a spin of the drumstick, then light tapping on the peddal, and then Nadine met her queue of beating the drums like her life depended on it. The music blasting from the speakers would surely make her go deaf one day, but she didn't care-not now. Nadine closed her eyes, smiling ear to ear as she focused on the beats of the music alone. Guitar, bass, song, and drums, working together in chaotic harmony to create a form of art Nadine had always looked at as an escape. Loxz-Ha didn't buzz in her mind right now, and even if it did, she couldn't hear it.

She did hear the scarab at some point, telling her to open her eyes again, and to focus on stopping as the song was coming to an end. They had received applause, a great sound to hear as an up and coming band. 'Lords of the Flies' were not the only band performing in the event, but they were the smallest. Even Nadine knew they stood very little chance against Cassidy.

The group decided to stick around for the meet and greet portion of the event, and they got a handful of people coming to them too, though it was mostly for Steph and Anthony. Pearl lagged back and scrolled on her phone, while Nadine sat nearby and dozed off. Maybe Loxz-Ha would talk to her again.

"Um, excuse me?"

Nadine turned her head, jumping in surprise. "S-Sorry, sorry! You just, scared me.", she tried to play off.

Be more aware of your surroundings

Noted, Nadine mentally said.

"Drums, right?", Jaime knew that was a stupid question to ask. Obviously she was the drums, he'd seen it himself. "I...really liked them. Looked like you were having the time of your life up there."

"I did.", Nadine chuckled.

"Could you...?", Jaime asked, handing her a small booklet and pen.

"Sure!"

Nadine wasn't getting a lot of attention, being a drummer will do that to you, but she had a couple of people that found her support good enough to ask for an autograph.

Meanwhile, Jaime was fighting hard to not talk back to Khaji-Da.

Jaime Reyes., they said, There are more important matters at hand than going to see your favourite 'indie band'. We must find the individual we are looking for

"Here you go.", Nadine cheerfully said, handing him back his notepad first before remembering the pen was his too.

"I-I'm Jaime, by the way.", he blurted out and extended his hand. He could hear Khaji-Da sigh inside his head.

"Ah, um, I'm Nadine, but I guess you know that?", Nadine replied, trying not to let her awkwardness show as she shook his hand. Pearl wiggling her eyebrows behind her was not helping.

Another thing about her new condition of having an alien strapped to her back, it was really itchy. Nadine withdrew her hand to try and reach her back. Jaime raised an eyebrow at that while Pearl got up from behind her.

"You good?", she asked.

"Y-Yeah, it's the uh...you-know-what."

"Ooooh. Hang on, I gotchu.", Pearl said as she moved to scratch the spot. She then looked at Jaime, who was looking quite confused. "She recently got some back braces. Gets real itchy."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be.", Nadine waved off, "Just a-"

Did Loxz-Ha just purr?? Whatever sound Loxz-Ha had internally made had Nadine's back straightening like a metal rod, catching Pearl by surprise.

Jaime darted his eyes around before turning them back to the two girls, "You were gonna say...?"

"...Bug. Bug was what I was gonna say."

Huh, that was weird. This situation was oddly familiar to Jaime. Braces were a tricky thing, especially if they made a bump on your...back...wait-

Jaime shook his head, finally catching on to the bug comment.

Well...fine, I will give you credit for this one

Nadine felt an arm go around her shoulder as Anthony returned.

"Hey, all good?", he asked Nadine, but his eyes were on Jaime.

Nadine looked away as she took his hand off, "It's fine, Anth. Just meeting new folks.", she said. Nadine wasn't really too big on physical affection of this degree. "This is Jaime. Jaime, this is Anthony."

Anthony crossed his arms as he raised an eyebrow at him, but Jaime stood his ground and extended a hand.

"Big fan, great to meet you."

Anthony reluctantly took his arm, "Same here.", he then looked at Nadine, "We should probably go, the event is over and you guys need rest."

"R-Right, rest.", Nadine said, going to help the girls with gathering up the instruments, "Nice meeting you, Jaime!", she waved as she walked off.

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Jaime lagged back at the building, flying to the roof to wait for when Nadine would leave. Khaji-Da had suggested it, but that made him feel like a stalker.

We are not stalkers, Jaime

"Well, it sure feels like it.", Jaime admitted, "What am I even supposed to say?"

Just tell her what you are

"But what if she isn't the Green Scarab? We'd be revealing our identity to a random person in Gotham."

Would you rather we wait until the actual scarab shows itself?

"Probablemente. You don't think this is problematic at all?"

Hardly

"Por supuesto que no.", Jaime said, facepalming. A metal clang brought him back as the back door was opened. Quickly ducking behind the roof wall, he could hear the group talking. He mostly kept his attention on Nadine's voice, following it as she walked off.

Nadine was smart enough to bring a jacket this time, she'd hate to ask Anthony for his own again.

"So...", Anthony started, "that guy-"

Pearl punched his arm, earning an 'ow' from her older brother. "Geez dude. If you're gonna be jealous do it subtly."

"I am not-"

That earned a rare laugh from Stephanie, with Nadine trying to contain her own.

"Anth, you worry too much!", Nadine said, "He just wanted an autograph. Besides, you don't see me going off like that when you get autograph requests."

"W-Well I um...you just...nevermind."

"Pfft! Not subtle. At. All!", Pearl quipped.

Nadine raised an eyebrow, "I don't get it?"

Stephanie pulled her close as they walked, "Don't worry about it."

As they continued walking, Nadine felt a little off. It was like someone was following them.

Good, it seems that you have taken my advice to keep attention to your surroundings

"I try."

"What's it saying, Nad?", Stephanie asked.

Nadine shook her head, "Nothing."

It wasn't until Nadine was alone, the others having gone their seperate ways, that the feeling got stronger. She stopped walking, and inhaled deeply. Should she confront the supposed stalker? How would she even do that?

Nadine

"Hm?", she whispered.

Just follow my instructions

Nadine nodded.

Turn around

Nadine did just that.

You have to look serious

Nadine tried her best to put on a serious, and slightly angry, look as she looked into the darkness.

Now say that they will be evaporated if they come out and threaten you

"We talked about this!...Oh crap.", Nadine could hear Loxz-Ha groan, more than ready to materialise their armor before the stalker popped up.

The figure was on a roof, and Nadine couldn't tell much since all she could see was the silhouette. They lifted their arms up, seemingly to show they meant no harm. Nadine gave a determined look at the sky and pointed at the figure.

"L-Listen here...mister! I don't know who you are or why you're following me, but I'm warning you, I'm gonna hurt you real bad if you try to lay your hands on me!"

"I-I mean no harm!", the figure said, the voice sounding weirdly familiar. The figure dropped down, Nadine instinctively going to a fighting stance. The street lights revealed the figure as the blue figure Nadine had seen on that video Pearl had shown the crew. There he was, right in front her.

Well, that was rather lucky

Nadine shooke her head and pointed at him, "You're the blue guy!"

Jaime chuckled and tipped his head, "Blue Beetle, at your service!"

Nadine chuckled, "Phew, glad I ran into you. You never know in Gotham."

True. Jaime himself hadn't been in Gotham much, but sometimes the team would require him to come over.

"I...think we have a lot to talk about.", Jaime said.

Nadine nodded, letting the armor encase her again as the two took off into the sky.

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starlightdelrey · 1 month

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axe throwing - a.v + h.m

spoilers for heart break high season one and two !!!!!

anthony vaughn x harper mclean

request: hi !! could you do a sweet first date type fic for ant and harper ?? i dont really see a lot of love for them so far but I AM OBSESSED! I was thinking maybe they'd go axe throwing for a first date since harper mentioned she wanted to go. ant is lowkey scared he's going to get a limb cut off then overcompensates w the bravado just bc he can see how much she's enjoying herself. u dont have to do this at all obviously but it was just some thoughts i had popping up

in which two of the hartley kids finally get a moment of peace together (or ant thinks he's gonna lose his arm)

lowercase intended

hbh masterlist + main masterlist

cw: mentions of past trauma, mostly fluff, end of season 2, i basically made up my own timeline to make it work, ive never been to axe throwing so i made some stuff up, not proofread !!!!

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the hartley high kids were stuck in a sort of limbo - since the school had burn down not even two weeks before the term break, the school board had decided everybody deserved an extended break to help 'unpack their trauma'. almost everyone thought it was a load of bullshit but couldn't fight having almost a month off school.

harper had been struggling, although she'd never admit it to anyone. it was unfair - every time she almost healed from one experience, a brand new one happened. darren had recently been going through a housewife phase, and in one cooking attempt, they'd accidentally set off the fire alarm. it caused the blonde to shut down for almost 24 hours, the experience of being locked in a smoke-filled projection room taking over her thoughts.

ant had accidentally been a lurker for quite a few of these mini events - like witnessing chook stare down harper at the housewarming party. when woodsy had called for harper and amerie during the fire, his whole body had been filled with a sense of dread (although he'd never tell harper how he'd fought to try and get to her).

the two decided to keep everything between them as light as possible, which had led to today's activity being set up.

harper dashed out of her shared home with darren and ca$h (their fake moans and tips for safe sex following her) and started up her borrowed car from robert.

when she drove up to ants place, he was sat outside, waiting already. harper couldn't fight the grin that stretched across her face as he wandered over to the passenger side. anthony had taken the concept of axe throwing and lumberjacks very seriously, and had dressed for the part - a plaid button up tossed, un-buttoned, over a cropped white tank top and a pair of baggy jeans.

he got in and immediately leant forward to kiss the blonde, and she pulled away with a smirk. "what's with the gay lumberjack cosplay?"

"i'm breaking lumberjack stereotypes, harps. be happy for me." but he glanced at her with a lazy grin and she shook her head, trying not to get distracted.

as they drove, ant insisted on being on aux. this meant that when spider called him, the audio was put on speaker.

"heya, spider."

"ant, you'll never-"

"hey spider!" harper piped up chirpily, and spiders whole demeanour over the phone changed.

"fuck off, harper."

"wait until i tell missy what you just said, dickhead. don't think i won't steal your girl." harper grinned as she said it, and ant turned to her quickly.

"hey!"

"you wish, harps."

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"i actually don't think we need to throw axes," ant stood stiffly, his gloves shoved in his pocket and axe in one hand.

harper, who was in the middle of putting her safety glasses on, paused and stared. "what?"

"i just like- don't feel like losing an arm today. ya' know?" he looked at her hopefully, and harper raised a brow.

"don't worry, baby. i'll protect you."

the nickname flicked a switch in his mind, and immediately, ant was back to his usual antics. "no need, m'lady. i will be protecting you."

glasses on, harper turned to stick her tongue out at him - only to be met with the flash of a camera. "ew, ant. i look proper munted with these on. delete that."

he didn't respond, and to be fair, she didn't really care all that much anyways. the two walked forward with their safety gear fully on, prepared to let out some of their anger.

at first, they mess around a bit, until harper finally gets her axe to actually hit the target. from then on, it's a full-on war - they're making up mini competitions, tallying points, and getting into arguments.

halfway through, harper's got 12,368 points while ant has -12.

"we should totally turn our competition into a drinking game, harps. it would be so fun."

"and dangerous." harper braces herself and launches her axe at the target. "ant, we suck balls right now - imagine what it'd be like if everyone was drunk?"

"oh. ohhhhhhhh! yeah, i didn't even think of that."

"of course you didn't, babe."

ant grabs harper and yanks her closer to him, hugging her. some employee chides them for being dangerous.

"you're so pretty, harper." he's looking down at her, grinning, harpers cheeks are pink.

"you're not so bad yourself, anthony." her hand wraps around the back of his neck and pulls him closer.

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"i cannot believe that we seriously got kicked out for making out!" harper exclaims in the car, pulling out of the parking lot.

"it was totally worth it." ant's still dazed, and he fumbles plugging his phone in.

it goes silent except for the frank ocean playing in the background, until ants phone buzzes with a notification. on instinct, harper's eyes flick to the screen - and her heart jolts.

his lock screen is a recent picture - one of harper, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched. her tongues poking out and her hairs a little wild, but she looks happy.

"ant! is that the picture you just took of me?"

"of course it is. can't get it out of my head, it's seriously driving me crazy." he looks down at the picture, a slight blush on his face.

"you just wait until i get a new picture of you, vaughn."

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Poly lockwood x Lucy x fem reader where reader is being a brat and they put her in her place smut

Make me

Poly!Lockwoodxlucy x fem!reader

Oh man, this was longer then I thought it was going to be, and ended to short. This is the longest fic on here that I have made and I love this so much! Please read the warnings. Also I call him lockwood/Anthony at different times.

Warnings: Daddy/Mommy, brat taming, name calling: Slut, brat, good/bad girl, hardcore, chocking, the reader being kinda a bitch, edging, fingering.

You groaned as you sat on your chair in the kitchen, everyone was here and it was so early in the morning. You did not want to wake up, and the way you woke up was being pushed off the bed. You were in a bad mood and even the sun outside the widow pissed you off.

“George, will you get me more tea?” You ask the boy at the pot that had already given you so many cups. “I think you’ve had enough because you already had so much. I don’t see how you can drink that much sugar.” Your boyfriend said with a teasing smile.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, you weren’t in the mood. “I don’t remember asking you.” Your voice filled with venom. Your partners look at you as your face clinched away from them. “Honestly it’s fine, you’re the only one who drinks this brand anyway.” George came over and filled your cup and you thanked him.

Taking the sugar you filled the tea with how much you wanted to and drank it, ending with a sigh. You looked over to see them looking at you already, “What?” There it was, the attitude.

“Are you feeling alright?” Lucy asked as she reached her hand to hold yours. It was actually comforting and made you feel calmer. “Yeah, honestly I really need a shower.” Getting up and smiling at her as you took your hand off hers.

“Don’t use all the hot water.” And for some reason his tone made you go back to being irritated . Looking back at him and raising your brow, “I can’t control the water heater, if it goes out not my fault.” You huffed and walked out of the kitchen as they all stared in confusion.

Lockwood was confused but also a bit angry with the attitude you gave him, lucy was just as confused as George. “She woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” George poked fun and turned back to his plate. Lucy looked at lockwood and could tell this was getting under his skin.

Lucy grabbed his hand and tried to think why you were being a little mean, “She’s just tired. A shower outta fix it.” Lockwood looked down at her and realized that was probably the reason. You did get grumpy when you were tired so he calmed himself down. You’ll probably apologize later.

You sighed as you walked out of the bathroom after a long shower, you felt a lot better but you couldn’t shake the feeling in your stomach. Waking down the stairs you went to grabbed a book only to see your partners sitting down and cuddling while lockwood held a book in his hand.

“Where’s George?” You asked entering the room and they turned to you. “He’s out doing research, how was your shower?” Lockwood smiled at you. “It was nice.” You walked over to the small table and get the book you left on it.

“Come gone us, my lap is free.” Lucy asked as she opened her arm. “I’ll stick to my book.” You gave her a sassy smile. Lucys smiled dropped because it was now both of them getting the attitude.

“What’s wrong, baby. Your acting weird.” Despite being a bit mad she was worried about you, and her voice was soft and caring. “Me? What would give you that idea.” Crossing your arms and putting your weight into one foot.

“Darling, we’re just worried no need to get that way.” You glared at him and felt yourself get annoyed. “Oh, and what am I acting like lockwood? Tell me.” His jaw tightened and so did his gaze.

“Just calm down.”

That was it for you. “Screw you.” Laughing in anger you walked away and down to the kitchen away from them. Why where you being this way? You didn’t know why you were so worked up all of a sudden…And why it was kinda fun to watch them get mad?

You opened your book as you started the kettle with more tea. Your back turned to the door and only focusing on the words on the pages, this was calming. “We need to talk.” You heard the kitchen door open and Lucy speaking, you knew Anthony was with her.

“We’re talking right now.” You didn’t turn back and spoke with little interest. You knew this was wrong and you were being rude- But what was going to happen? Your stomach was filling up with butterflies at what could happen next.

“Y/n, you look at me right now.” Lucy raised her voice and sound like a scolding mother. You did what she ask and turned to face them both. Anthony had both hands on his hip and Lucy crossing her arms, you felt the tension. Their eyes were hard and mad, you could tell.

“What?” You asked leaning back on the counter. “That, your little attitude.” God she was so cute when she was angry. “You’re acting like a brat. You wanna apologize?” You smirked as he backed her up.

How far could you push this?

“What? Can you not handle it, how cute.” Giggling you eyed them. “I don’t need to apologize, I’ve done nothing wrong.” You saw their chest get puffed out and the room go silent. They looked unimpressed and their glare was making you almost squirm underneath.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to apologize.” He moved passes lucy and around the table and your stomach drop this time. You wanted to apologize to them and be good, but the disobeying side was winning.

“No.” You rolled your eyes and took your book and went to walk out the room and Lucy moved fast to meet you before you got tothe door. She walked closer and you backed up with each step she took. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

You backed up until you hit someone hard and you knew it was his chest, it was warm and it’s the only possibility in this situation. “You’re such a brat, that little mouth of yours is disrespectful.” Lucy spoke as she got closer. Your waist was grabbed and held into place to keep you still.

“You are always our good girl, and what’s gotten into you?” She reached up and stroke your cheeks while putting in a soft face. Anthonys hand went around your body and then up to grab your jaw into his hands. “You have one more chance, apologize and we take this slow.” His voice growled in your ear.

“Make me.” You regret the words the second they left your mouth, because you knew there was no going back. “I can’t wait till you start begging.” Lucy spoke before she closes to gap between you and started to kiss you. It was rough and sloppy but felt good. That’s when you felt your neck being squeezed and your air cut off, you tried to gasp but you couldn’t.

She didn’t stop kissing you and it made you lose any air you could get, you closed your eyes and started to try and get away. “We warned you but just wanted to be a brat.” Lockwood kisses your ear and your lips quivered against Lucys lips.

“You know only good girls get to breath, but you’re not a good girl are you? No, no. You’re a dumb little slut who needs to be punished.” You wanted to plead to them but you couldn’t. From the lack of air you started to feel lightheaded and they could tell.

Lucy pulled away and looked at him and then his grip left and you finally gasped for air. You coughed and catch your breath as tears rolled out your eyes. “That was just the start of it.” You looked back up at lucy. You whimpered and gave her your begging eyes but she was to angry for them to work.

“You’re kitten eyes wouldn’t work on me, they might later but not now.” You squeaked as your body was pulled back again by your shorts being pulled down. You blushed and felt yourself get shy as she looked down and saw you had no underwear one.

“You wanted this, you acted up just to get fuck dumb didn’t you.” She asked with a smirk. You looked away and in embarrassment and felt lockwood chuckled against you. “Oh, she did.” He teased. Lucy got closer and her hand landed on your stomach and worked it’s way down.

“I’m sorry.” You pouted and tried to apologize but it was no use. “No your not.” You gasped and stood on your toes as her finger entered you without warning. “Someone who was sorry wouldn’t be this wet right now.” Moaning as she thrusted her finger in your hole.

“You know how to apologize, do it and maybe we’ll think about going easy on you.” He sank his teeth into your shoulder without hesitation and you screamed out in pain. Your body felt overwhelmed and your brain fuzzy with pain and please.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Opening your eyes to look at lucy, her eyes already staring back at you. “I’m sorry mommy, I’ll be good.” You whined and tears came back into your eyes. She looked at the man behind you and they spoke with their eyes. “Not good enough.”

“Oh fuck.” You threw your head back onto his shoulder while she added another finger. You could hear the wet noises coming from your pussy. “That mouth is so filthy tonight,” his hand made its way back around to your neck and you got ready to be chocked again, “I’m going to stuff it and put it to better use.”

Luckily he was softer this time when he chocked you and gave you some air to breath. Your legs started to shake as you felt yourself get stimulated. The bubble building up in your stomach was close to being bursted. Lucy took notice how your pussy started to tighten up and pulse around her fingers.

“She’s going to cum.” She stated out loud and before you could feel yourself come undone she pulled her fingers out. You whimpered at the loss of the feeling and catched your breath. “Please, please. I’ll do anything I promise.” You cried and pleaded.

“Good girls get to cum, isn’t that right?” She asked lockwood and you heard him hum in agreement. “She’s right, are you a good girl?” He turned your head to look him into your eyes. “I could be, daddy. I promise, I’m sorry.” The glossy kitten eyes got to him, he gave up a bit.

“What do you think?” He looked away from you and Lucy raised her eyes at him. “Not yet, but we could work up to it.” She took you into her arms and kissed you to which you returned quickly. Just a few minutes ago you wanted nothing more then to disobey but now you wanted to be good. You craved to be praised.

“Go upstairs, and pick a belt. I want you on the bed fully stripped and waiting nicely, the only way for you to be forgiven is with your ass black and blue.” You whimpered out but nodded. She looked at you and your submissive look and smiled, “Thank him, he’s the one who went soft first.” You turned around to kiss Anthony.

His hand placed themselves back on your hips and kissed you, he smiled into the kiss. “Oh, I’m not soft. Just giving her a break before I break her.” You gulped and stepped away. “I’ll go get ready.” They watch you rush out the door.

“I love watching her bare ass walk away.” Lockwood smirked and lucy nodded, “It’s about to be so destroyed.” Lucy giggled and looked back at him, “You actually going to break her?” She asked. He smirked and kissed her with a evil look.

“I’m going to make her cry, she needs to learn to behave.” Lucy felt herself get warm inside, “I love how you think.” She threw her arms around his neck and his hands pulled her in. “Of course you do, and I love you. Plus, when it comes to her we both think the same.” Lucy and him kisses one more time.

“Now lets show her what it means to be punished.”

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I may be a little too deep in the brainrot but hear me out about this Hazbin Hotel AU idea-

It kinda spawned from a few other sinner!Adam AUs I've seen, but because I'm me I had to make it ✨trans✨. It started with my brain imagining Adam with gender euphoria bc of facial hair, and spiralled into, well, this...

Consider: Adam respawns as a sinner, and on top of all the other changes (goat ears and small goat horns, raven wings the colour of an oil spill, hooves instead of feet) he finds himself in a female body. The dysphoria is intense, even his voice sounds wrong to his own ears. He doesn't know where to go (all the people he knows would only want to kill him again), and ends up wandering, seeing the worst of hell as someone homeless. He dies more than once, but regenerating doesn't change his body. The worst of the dysphoria comes from other people, the way they talk to him and about him, the way they act towards him. He starts to talk less and less, hating the sound of his voice.

Eventually he stumbles upon Valentino. The deal he makes is one for protection, but knowing more than the average fresh sinner, he is very specific about details. Demons are not to be trusted, after all. He works for Valentino for protection and a place to stay, but maintains his soul and ability to back out of the contract.

He never introduces himself as Adam, no one knows him as such, and no matter what he says about being a man, Valentino never sees him as such. The overlord sees Adam and assumes he is a butch lesbian (given the masculine clothing choice (perpetual dysphoria hoodies and sweatpants) and short hair, haphazardly cut with any available knife whenever it got too long for comfort). Adam of course doesn't help that assumption by being adamant (pun intended) that he's only attracted to women.

Regardless, he works for Valentino, and it doesn't take long for him to run into Angel Dust. Adam is almost always quiet, even around Angel, but they eventually start warming up to each other. Angel immediately believes Adam when he says he's not a woman, and that relief is enough for Adam to start trusting Angel. It helps, of course, that Adam's power is related to names. He sees the true name of every sinner floating by their head, the handwriting symbolic of their personalities. Above Angel's head, in elegant, swoopy letters, is the name Anthony.

"You're Anthony, right?" "What- How did you know that?" "I- uhh... it says. Above your head." Angel is quiet for a moment, and then carefully asks, "Does it say anything above your head?"

Adam admits, truthfully, that there is no name above his own head. Still scared to admit his identity, he picks "Dee" as a temporary name (and definitely a reference to his title as Dickmaster).

And so Anthony and Dee become friends. Angel tells his friends at the hotel about his new coworker and friend, and they get progressively closer, bonding over queer experience and working under Val. With Anthony's help, Dee slowly starts to properly deconstruct his beliefs about... well, practically everything.

Anthony gets him his first binder to help with dysphoria (though he can only wear it when they're chilling with just the two of them, to be sure Val doesn't catch on) and they hang out together watching movies and talking. Adam is still quiet, but comes out of the shell he'd stuffed himself in over the past months, slowly but surely.

Angel can see that Dee isn't happy working for Val, doing it out of necessity far more so than enjoyment. So he suggests an alternative: the hotel. Escaping Val would mean Dee could actually attempt to transition, without having the dysphoria of being constantly misgendered by almost everyone around him. The hotel would keep him safe, even from Val, who would not be happy to have one of his new toys quit after gaining a following.

After some consideration, Adam accepts. He lets his hair grow out a little, hoping to not be recognised by anyone staying at the hotel. This, of course, wouldn't last. Though I'm not sure exactly how it would go down, Lucifer would be the one to first recognise him. Maybe once he's been on T for a short while, and his voice starts to drop. He slowly starts sounding and looking more like himself.

I'd love for this to end with Adamsapple because I love them sm, but I didn't think quite that far ahead, this really was just the brainrot of a few hours on the train with nothing but my thoughts and some music lmao.

Feel free to like, ask me more about this if you're interested? I don't rlly have a name for it, like, trans sinner Adam au?? idk

I apologise for my overuse of parentheses, and the probably somewhat incoherent rambling of... whatever this is. Just wanted to type out my thoughts :P

Indigo (going a little insane)

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Tale as Old as Time

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: yelling, fighting, animal attack (not graphic), mentions of injury, slight mention of blood,

Summary: you find out the truth about the castle, and the monster.......

Part five-

You sat in the corner of your prison, holding your knees to your chest when you felt the castle shake, hearing bricks falling to the ground. You shot up going to the window. "Oh dear..." you heard Natasha "what happened, was that an earthquake?" You asked walking back into the room "no my dear, our time is running out." She sighed hopping back against the wall. "What does the mean?" You asked standing in front of her "Sorry dear, I'm wore out. I think a nap Is in order." She said yawning before she went still, looking like a piece of furniture again. "Natasha?" You carefully put your hand on a drawer but nothing happened.

You looked around the room when you felt your stomach rumble "maybe I should try to eat." You said to yourself. You slowly walked to the door hoping everyone had left, you knew he had. You slowly turned the handle peeking out seeing the hall empty. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you made your way down the deserted halls, no sign of life anywhere. "Madam, I see you've decided to take a stoll." You heard, whipping around seeing James hopping up behind you "Yes, I thought I should become acquainted with my new prison." You snarked turning back around. "Well, let's get you something to eat eh?" He said hopping in front of you. "But I thought your master said..." you started "what the master doesn't know.." he said winking "come, the kitchen is this way." He said as you followed him.

You walked into a large room, the table looked big enough for a hundred people "this place is huge." You said hearing your voice echo "yes, the master held many parties here, but now the castle is just a shell of it's former glory." He said sadly hopping onto the table. You took a seat at the very end of the table when a tea cup slid down the table "Hi, Im Peter." It said smiling "well hello peter, I'm y/n." You smiled back. "She's pretty mama." He said to the teapot hopping down the table "hello dear, I'm Mrs. Potts but you can call me Pepper." She said smiling "nice to meet you Pepper, I'm y/n." You introduced yourself. "Pepper! You shouldn't be talking to her!" Your heard as Anthony hopped angrily up the table "I can talk to whoever I wish." She said sternly to him hearing him huff "ignore him dear, he's full of hot air." She smiled making you laugh seeing Anthony roll his eyes.

"Dinner is served." You heard James bellow from the chandelier "how did he get up there?" You laughed "oh he's quite athletic that one." You heard Pepper say. A plate hopped on the table in front of you as a group of pots and pans made their way down the table, dishing up a three course meal as you watched in amazement. "So you were all servants here?" You asked Pepper as she kept every one organized "Yes, before the master was cursed, we all worked here in the castle, and now..." She sighed looking at peter. "So, how do you break the curse?" You asked as they all looked at you. "He has to fall in love!" Peter called out drawing everyone's attention. "W..what happens if he doesn't?" You asked "I'm afraid he will be cursed to remain in the form he is in and we...." Pepper trailed off looking at Peter. "Oh....I see." You said looking down. "Don't worry about that dear, eat up and let us know if you need anything." She smiled hopping towards peter.

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"OK, off to bed with you." James said walking you to the stairs "Yes, straight to bed, no dawdling." Anthony called out as you walked up. "Ok ok, I'll go straight to my room, jeez." You sighed "and stay away from the west wing!" He called out "Yes sir!" You called back mock saluting him seeing him roll his eyes. You walked towards your hallway, glancing back seeing them hop off to somewhere. When they were out of sight you quickly ran across to the other side of the stairs.

You walked the dark hallway, paintings adorned the walls lined with suits of armor, some having been knocked over. You got an uneasy feeling the further you ventured, the silence was deafening when you came across a painting of a family. You looked at the gold placard reading "Queen Frigga, King Odin, and Prince Loki." You looked up seeing a beautiful woman with long golden hair sitting in a chair, an older man sitting in a chair next to her holding her hand, and another man stood behind them in the middle but his face was missing, like someone ripped that part of the painting out. "Prince Loki..." you said to yourself as you backed up, looking down the hall to a set of doors at the very end.

You looked back down the hall making sure no one saw you before tuning and heading towards the doors. You slowly pushed it open seeing no one inside and slipped in, closing the door behind you. You looked around seeing broken furniture littering the room, the curtains ripped down, a mirror hanging on the wall had been smashed. "What happened here...." you whispered to yourself slowly walking further in when something bright caught your eye. A small table was sat near the balcony doors, a glass cloche sat atop it with a blue glowing light. You tip toed to it, looking around making sure no one was there.

You stood before the table, slowly lifting the glass seeing a bright blue snow flake floating in mid air twinkling in the light. You slowly reached your hand out trying to figure out how it was floating when something jumped down from the roof making you jump "what are you doing here!?" Loki yelled storming towards you, pulling the coche out of your hand setting back on around the snowflake "i...I'm sorry i.." you started "Do you realize what you could have done!?" He yelled again spinning to face you "I didn't mean any harm, I just.." you tried "YOU COULD HAVE RUINED EVERYTHING!" He yelled towering over you "im sorry! I..." you tried again. Loki picked up a chair throwing it againt the wall "GET OUT!" He yelled "but i.." You said "GET....OOOUUUTTT!" He yelled again making you run as fast as you could from the room down the hall.

You ran down the stairs towards the front doors "Madam, where are you going?" You heard James call out as you grabbed a cloak by the door "I can't stay here a minute longer!" You yelled running out the door. You ran down the front steps seeing Slepnir "what...did you come back for me?" You asked hearing him neigh "let's get out of here." You told him jumping in the saddle you took off as fast as he could go. You entered the woods hearing a wolf howl "hurry up boy." You said holding tight to the reigns. You heard another howl closer, looking behind you seeing a pack running close behind you "shit! Come on boy faster!" You yelled digging your heels in holding on. You ducked quickly to avoid a tree when Slepnir reared up, bucking you off. You stood up, seeing you were surrounded as they nipped at Slepnir's legs. You picked up a large stick hitting one in the face as another lunged grabbing your cloak pulling you down.

You yanked on it trying to get free when one came up in front of you growling. You closed your eyes bracing for the inevitable when you heard a loud whimper. Opening your eyes you saw him, kneeling between you and the wolves. He turned looking at you, there was almost a softness in his eyes "Are you alright?" He asked as you nodded. You pointed at a wolf that was about to lunge and he quickly grabbed it throwing it into a tree. Suddenly the whole pack descended on him as he punched, and threw them in all directions. You quickly looked around for anything you could use as a weapon hearing his cloak tear, hearing him growl loudly when one bit his arm before throwing it against a tree. You watched anxiously as the wolves retreated into the woods. He looked back at you stumbling, hearing him huff as he fell to the ground.

You quickly turned to Slepnir about to ride off but something made you stop. You looked back at him laying in the snow, seeing the bite mark on his arm. You slid your cloak off walking over kneeling next to him you laid it over him "a..are you awake?" You asked quietly as he slowly opened his eyes. "I'm gonna need you to do something for me.." you said as he looked into your eyes "I'm going to need you to stand." You said as you grabbed his arm helping him up guiding him to Slepnir.

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You got him settled in the chair by the fire "stay there, I'll be right back." You told him as he glared at you. You ran grabbing a bowl of warm water, a towel and bandages from the washroom. You knelt down in front of him trying to grab his arm as he pulled it away from you cradling "will you....hold still." You said reaching for his arm with the towel finally catching it pressing the towel down as he growled "AAHH THAT HURTS!" He yelled glaring at you "Well if You would hold still it wouldn't hurt so much!" You yelled back not releasing his arm "if you hadn't of run away I wouldn't have been injured!" He yelled back. "Well if you hadn't frightend me maybe I wouldn't have run away!" You yelled back cleaning his arm as he glared at you.

"Well, you shouldn't have been in the west wing, nor my chambers for that matter!" He yelled wincing as you cleaned his wound "Well you need to control your temper!" You yelled back as he went speechless not looking at you. "So, your...your Prince Loki....aren't you?" You asked as he turned to look at you. "Yes, I am....or was I should say." He sighed looking down. "Well thank you, Loki. For saving my life." You said grabbing the bandages. He watched you meticulously wrap his arm, not flinching when you touched his skin. You looked into his eyes smiling "y..your...welcome." He said nodding. "I'll make you some tea and we'll see if there are any other cuts to attend to." You said squeezing his hand smiling. He watched you get up and walk to the kitchen before looking into the fire.

"Master, are you alright." James asked hopping onto the table "yes! Yes I'm fine." He said clearing his throat. "I will be retiring soon, please ensure y/n has everything she needs...please." He said looking down. "Of course master." James said nodding his head hopping down. James made his way towards the kitchen seeing Pepper and Anthony "what happened?" Pepper asked "I think the ice around his heart may have melted a little." James said smiling continuing to the kitchen. Pepper looked down at Peter "are they in love mama?" Peter asked "no my dear, not yet. But there may be something there that wasn't there before." She winked "off to bed now let's go." She said as Peter hopped into the cabinet. "Do you really think the master can learn to love Pep?" Anthony asked "if anyone can teach him, it's her." She smiled watching you bring him his tea. "She's special that one." She said hopping in the cabinet.

Every man needs that one woman who can soothe the beast inside them......you might be Loki's......

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multidimensional-trashcan · 3 months

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good omens dashboard simulator

new-aquarian follow reblogged 🔄 your-budd...

📰 new-aquarian follow

british government: got some straight gas 🔥😜 this strain is called "mass hallucination" 🌀😵‍💫 you'll lose your sense of reality 💯

me: yeah whatever i don't feel shit

5 minutes later: dude i swear aliens just stopped by to deliver a message of universal peace and harmony

my buddy john pacing: plato wasn't lying to us about the atlanteans' prowess

some random passer-by: i bet the tibetans in the ground are here to find out how to use sherbert lemons to power nuclear reactors so they can stop the kraken from killing my aunt

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i meant their ability to play quoits!!!!!!

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we all know you want to fuck an atlantean, john

#still not convinced they don't exist #mass hallucination suuuure #and we all had coincidentally the same?

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still an absolute crime that these are the only snippets of disco tony we have

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i am telling you, this bloke looks just like the tenth doctor

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I can see yet without spectacles and I see no such matter.

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🪦 ornithologeek-deactivated20240219

you're never gonna believe what just happened to me! there was a bloody nightingale. in berkeley square. SINGING. just like in that damned song.

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what song?

🪦 ornithologeek-deactivated20240219

how do you not know 'A Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square'? here it is:

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i don't think that is the song you wanted to post

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oh, sorry. dont know how that happened.

🪦 mr-fahrenheit-deactivated20240219

that is still not the song you mentioned

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okay, i really don't know how that happened. i swear i double and triple checked that i put the right song there

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you are not gonna believe this, but my reservation at the ritz got cancelled again. this is the third time this month! and every time these ingnorant waiters don't even remember my reservation! im not superstitious but if i were id say there are demonic forces at work here.

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#c'mon angel #you really believe the ritz coincidentally just has a free table every time you want to eat there? #that person's a dick anyway

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look guys, i redecorated my children's hospital 🥰🤪

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It really is a lovely colour! Very nice indeed. The children will feel very safe, i'm sure.

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wouldn't have believed it myself but team building exercises really work. ever since i shot my boss in the heart with a machine gun our relationship has drastically improved.

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hermanunworthy · 9 months

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!DNDADS S2 EP41 SPOILERS!

hoooo boy im not gonna be able to listen to this episode normally after seeing the cast irl. im freaking out

- was the "part 1" in last eps title just a joke then? i thought it was gonna be a two parter

- ARE THEY SERIOUSLY GOING TO HEAVEN??? i thought shmegan said heaven isnt real. oh wait i just remembered brad said he went to heaven. hm. this will be interesting

- IF RON REALLY IS IN HEAVEN THAT MEANS HE GETS TO BE W ROGUE. HE. WAAAAA 😭

- okay time to actually start the episode

- the fact that they actually fell for anthonys trap is so adorable tbh THEY WERE SO EXCITED

- i love how they laughed over lincolns new intro AGAIN

- so funny how beth brings up that scary fact right after i wounded myself by cutting bread 😭 ur right beth. it is all about pain.

- i just realized scam pulled a mascot related scam. like father like sondaughter

- SCAMS SOLDIERS ARE THE CAST OF FAMILY GUY.

- LEVEL UP!! wonder what theyre gonna change

- SHES GONNA BE A BAD GIRL!!! :3

- "u gotta find ur own way, u gotta do it ur style, dood!" normals talking to dood the way he talks to hermie im gonna throw up

- HOLY SHIT WILL AND FREDDIE BRAIN CONNECTION AGAIN

- what a christian episode this is we got heaven AND santa claus

- WAIT DIDNT THEY ESTABLISH BEFORE THAT ST NICK IS NICKY

- WHY IS FUCKING SANTAS VOICE JUST HERMIE

- okay nvm its becoming more its own thing

- why does santa seem like another likely

- THE PETER THING HAS ME SCREAMING WTF IS THID PODCASTTT

- 20 minutes in no hermie yet (im insane)

- LINCOLNS NEW PERSONA IS KILLIBG ME DUDE

- HERMIE!!!!!!

- i have lost track of freddies garbage can plan shidjk

- guys swiftlis ship name is foot buddies now /j

- DID WILL JUST SAY "BREAD" INSTEAD OF BLOOD

- NOT ANOTHER LINCOLN VOICE CHANGE

- ANTHONY. AMERICAN DAD WORKS FOR THE GOVERNMENT.

- OUCH TERRY JR REMINDER

- STILL MAD THAT FREDDIE WASNT WEARING HEELS AT THE LIVE SHOW

- OH MY GOR NORMALS GOING OVER TO HERMIE OH MY GOD

- RON FUCKING STAMPLER!!!!!!

- ROGUE???? OH MY GODDDD

- ROGUE SOLOS EVERYONE

- THIS IS BETHS FUCKING SHOW NOW

- THEYRE ALL GONNA RIDE ON ROGUE AWWW

- WERE FINALLY GETTING SCARY AND RON INTERACTION

- HE FAKED HIS DEATH SO GOOD THAT HE DIED

- ERIN IS DEAD???

- TERRY JR TALKED TO RON ABOUT SCARY WHAT IF I CRIED

- SCARYS GONNA TELL HIM ABOUT TERRY JR. OH GOD. OH GOD I CANT DO THIS

- HE KNOWS. HE ALREADY KNOWS. IM GONNA CRY

- "im sorry that u dont realize that it is ur loss" OKAY YEP IM CRYING

- NOOOOO DOOD

- WHAT IS W BETH AND ALL THESE 11S

- HOLY SHIT NOT THEM DROPPING ALL THEIR SAD COPING MECHANISMS

- THE KIDDADS ARE ONLY JUST NOW REALIZING THAT THEY NEED TO BE BETTER PARENTS.

- LINCOLN STRAIGHT UP CALLING FOR GOD

- IF DOOD DRINKS THE POTION AND HAS MEMORIES OF SPARROW IM GOING TO FUCKING DIE

- THEYRE GONNA FIND THE REST OF THE GRANDDADS???

- SO WE FINALLY KNOW THEYRE STILL ALIVE. AT LONG LAST

#dndads #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers #siren says

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solticeenery · 1 month

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"Lockwood!" Lucy screams when a big grey, black and white ball of fur rolls down the stairs, kind of squeaks and rushes between her feet somewhere under the couch.

"What's wrong, Luce?" Anthony asks leaving his sister's room and closing the door behind him.

"What. Is. This?" she hisses pointing in direction of living room.

"What exactly?" Lockwood smiles cautiously not knowing what to expect. They are officially dating for a year now, but he's still confused and a bit scared, when Lucy is so angry. He slowly approaches her, keeping the distance between them. Just in case Lucy decides to throw something like she sometimes does when she's pissed. And she definitely looks like that right now. "If you... Specify the problem, we can come up with some kind of solution."

Lucy sighs heavily, trying to calm down, and reminds herself, that Lockwood isn't always the one and only reason of every single disaster happening here. George can be responsible for it not less than Anthony himself. Sometimes it's just Kipps with his concerning but harmless sense of humour. Maybe there's apocalypse coming, because Holly suddenly decided to make fun of them. There are variations of what exactly happened. That's why Lucy takes a deep breath and starts again.

"Anthony, my dear, why is there a raccoon in our house?" she definitely doesn't have any strength left to control the way she addresses Lockwood, when everyone is in the kitchen and can hear every single word. Excluding Holly, she's probably in the office sorting some papers.

"A what..?" Lockwood is obviously startled. "Luce, I'm not sure if I heard you loud and clear, could you please repeat?"

"Sure!" nervous laughter escapes her lungs. "There is a raccoon in our house and I'd like to know, why is it there. To be more specific, under the couch in living room."

"Nope, I heard everything right on first try, a raccoon, ha-ha, okay, whatever, w h a t. T h e. F u c k ?! I beg your pardon but I don't have other words right now?"

"Don't worry, hon, me too" Lucy smiles, relieved, that Lockwood has nothing to do with this incident, and comes to him just to snug in his arms for a second as an apology for shouting at the most precious person in her entire life. He holds her gently, buries his face against her neck and takes a slow deep breath, presumably processing the existence of raccoon on Portland Row 35. Not an easy type of acceptance, but they don't have a choice. First and foremost because Lucy can already guess, whose brilliant idea it was. Flo (please burn in hell) Bones.

No, she does like Flo when she is helpful, but otherwise Lucy prefers to avoid her as much as possible. Mostly because she doesn't like relic-men whoever they are and however useful they can be. She already learned that it's easier when relic-girl stays out of her sight and doesn't bother her with some stupid jokes and meaningful gazes. Lucy has had enough. The Skull overdid all possible norms in first months of her and Lockwood dating.

"So... Who are we interrogating now? George? Quill? Holly?" Lucy tilts her head and rests it on Lockwood's shoulder, admiring their perfect height difference.

"Uh... Whatever you wanna ask, I don't know anything?" sound of Holly's voice makes her shiver a bit and turn around. And see that their assistant just came to work. "Sorry, I know, I'm late, I..."

"It's alright, Holly," Lockwood says softly and calmingly squeezes Lucy's shoulder. "Just don't enter the living room until I allow it, okay?"

"Okay?" Holly is obviously confused and looks at the room uncertainly. "May I ask why?"

"There is a raccoon under the couch," Lucy answers and an expression of pure shock and disbelief on Holly's face is just adorable and worth every inch of this ball of fur.

"A what now? Raccoon?! How?!!"

"If only we knew. But I have an idea," Lockwood giggles and raises his voice. "George! Could you please come for a second."

The chatter in the kitchen suddenly stops and not long after George appears in the hallway with a mug of tea. Lucy can spot Kipps behind him, sipping his morning coffee and definitely eavesdropping.

"Morning," George yawns. "What has already happened?"

"A raccoon happened!" Holly answers instead of Lockwood. "Who left the backdoor opened? You? Or Quill?" Kipps freezes. They all once saw, how angry Holly can be and how dangerous for everyone else it is. Enough to say, that noone wanted to be the target of Holly's anger. It was scarier than all types of ghosts together in one room.

George blinks couple times. Looks at the couch. Frowns, when he hears some suspicious noises underneath it. And suddenly bursts into laughter.

"Oh, you mean Charcoal!" the noises stop, and a small black nose shows up between two blankets, sniffing. "Come here, boy, it's okay." The raccoon rushes into George's open arms, hides its fluffy head under his chin and silently cries. "Yeah, yeah, I know, she can be rude, don't blame her."

"I bet you won't survive the night," Quill shakes his head. "Either Holly or Lucy are gonna kill you."

"Nah, c'mon, Charcoal is too cute, who's gonna look after him, if I'm gone?"

"Flo," Kipps shrugs. "She brought this fur ball here 'till tomorrow morning, and I'm looking forward to her taking this monster away."

"So relic-girl it is," Holly sighs, rolls her eyes and goes to the kitchen to make some tea for them. And Lucy can already guess on that annoyed-angry look on Holly's face that neither Kipps nor George get their mugs refilled. Not as if it bothers them. Not as if Lucy or Lockwood want to disagree with their assistant.

"So... Are we done for now?" George asks burying his face in raccoon's fur.

"Ew, how can you do that?" Lucy grimaces. "He probably was digging in the trash lately. I wouldn't be surprised I mean, it's Flo we're talking about."

"I bathed him this morning! He's clean!"

"You know what, Lockwood," Holly says coming back to the doorway, "I'm cleaning your bathroom with bleach and vinegar today. Or better. George, you are making it, I don't want to know where this fluffy devil was and what could it bring on him."

"Agreed," Lockwood chuckles and turns to Lucy. "We have to meet the client today, don't you mind if I use your bathroom? I don't want to risk my pretty face getting peeled off after Charcoal's presence."

"Oh, sure," Lucy smiles. "I don't want you to risk it either."

She expects George to say something to it, something sarcastic and funny, but the silence is so loud and Lockwood's grin is so sly that it takes some time untill she understands what did her friends hear in these words.

"Yeah, take your time I suppose," George waves his hand. Lucy can see Kipps biting his lips in desperate attempt not to die from laughter. And Holly just sighs heavily.

"I expect both of you to get down to the front door at the noon. Maybe earlier if you manage it, but not later."

Lucy narrows her eyes ready to answer something sarcastic but Lockwood just pulls her upstairs, winking to the others. As soon as they close the door to her room, Lockwood throws his arms around her waist and gently pushes his forehead against hers.

"You can't kill them, Luce."

"Yeah, yeah, as if you would ever allow it."

"Or injure them in any way."

"Not even nudge someone?"

Lockwood frowns, thinking. "George. For the raccoon. He deserves it. But noone else."

Lucy wants to remind him, that he also doesn't like whenever their friends are joking about their relationship. But his soft warm lips meet hers, and in an instant the world stops existing. They won't be ready at the noon, of course Holly understood it.

The last thought Lucy can catch before loosing herself in Lockwood's arms is that maybe — just maybe — she should thank Flo for bringing Charcoal at their place. Because she definitely heard the most awaited words whispered against her lips.

"I think my last name suits you better."

And Lucy can deny it.

It surely does.

#lockwood and co #headcanon #locklyle #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #why is it so difficult to write in foreign language #my brain is broken sos #this grammar makes me crazy #yes it's a raccoon #i love raccoons #Flo is the main shipper in this house and you can't change my mind #fanfic #fanfiction #locklyle fanfiction

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servants-hall · 5 months

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All Creatures Great and Small producer Yvonne Francas gives an inside track on the Christmas episode

All Creatures Great and Small is heading back to our screens for a Christmas special, which is due to be full of seasonal joy and high emotion.

"It’s a journey of love, kindness, and warmth," reveals the show’s producer Yvonne Francas, as What to Watch catches up with her for an exclusive chat to get a sneak preview of the upcoming episode, airing on Channel 5 on Thursday 21 December at 9 pm. It will air on PBS Masterpiece in the New Year after the fourth season.

Set at Yuletide 1940, it sees caring vet James (Nicholas Ralph) spending the festivities away from both Skeldale House and his heavily pregnant wife Helen (Rachel Shenton) as he is training with the RAF.

Here, Yvonne Francas spills the beans on the All Creatures Great and Small Christmas special…

All Creatures Great and Small’s Christmas episodes are always a delight. Is there a pressure to produce something that's heartwarming for the show’s fans? “Yes, we want to deliver something special. It took 12 to 14 days to film and a couple of months to prepare. It's a pressure but a lovely one to have, because I’ve not worked on another show that’s as loved by its audience.”

How would you sum up this episode? “It's about the absence of people, because James and Tristan [his fellow vet played by Callum Woodhouse] are away at war and everyone is missing them. But it’s also about community and family coming together. There’s romance and joy, and wonderful animal stories! We even have a fight over who’ll be Father Christmas – Siegfried [Samuel West] doesn’t want that position!"

How is James feeling about being apart from Helen for Christmas? “James would love to be with Helen, but he's having to accept what serving means, because the people he is with are in the same boat and desperate to get home but they're not allowed…”

And Helen is heavily pregnant now. What has it been like for Rachel to wear the prosthetic bumps? “We’ve used several prosthetic bumps for Helen in this series and Rachel had an advisor, who used to be a midwife. But Rachel’s amazing and completely gets it!”

We hear the RAF base has an avian mascot that James needs to treat. Is there anything you can reveal about that? “Yes, the men need their mascot to be fit, as it gives them confidence to do their job. We chose a bird, because it echoes the RAF wings. It’s beautiful and we sent Nick for training to familiarise himself with handling it.

“We also have our regular animals at Christmas like Jess and Dash [Skeldale House’s dogs], Tricki-Woo [Mrs Pumphrey’s beloved pooch] and Oscar the cat. Humbug, who plays Oscar, loves being cuddled! We have another dog too, who isn’t friendly, and Carmody [James Anthony-Rose] deals with that…”

What was it like filming the airbase scenes at the Yorkshire Air Museum at Elvington, near York? “It’s so authentic. We brought in a Nissen hut and located three planes that still exist that would have flown to train airmen at the time and they flew around for us. I sat in one and you do feel exposed to the elements.

“For the RAF costumes, we used a costumier and also sourced some through our military advisor Taff Gillingham. Nick enjoyed wearing his, it gave him a different demeanour. He looks the part. In one scene, he had to run in the uniform, overcoat and hat and he never complained, even though it was June!”

Was it tough keeping everybody cool when you were filming? “We had around 115 supporting artistes throughout the Christmas episode, with many in coats and scarves for the party. As it was summer, when we were outside, we had shaded areas and cold drinks and Melissa Gallant, the executive producer, brought ice lollies! Then, in the studio, fans were on and doors were open when we weren’t shooting.”

And what can you tell us about the Christmas community dinner that kindly housekeeper Mrs Hall (Anna Madeley) organises in The Drovers Arms? “The war affects what they can provide, although Mrs Hall finds an ally who puts their hands on more food and it’s a wonderful spread. Our art department researched what they’d have been able to get hold of and Bethany Heald, our home economist, created some amazing food.”

How hard has it been to recreate a wartime Christmas? “The art department did research online and in books and magazines. We have paper angels and crepe paper banners because people made their own decorations then and our production base is opposite a Christmas tree farm, so we chose lovely trees.

“There’s a big one in Darrowby’s square and the special effects people created fake snow, which they sieved onto the ground, and they used foam when it needed to come out of the sky, which was supplemented with online visual effects. With roaring fires and carols too, the episode does feel Christmassy!”

The Christmas special of All Creatures Great and Small airs on Thursday December 21 at 9pm on Channel 5 and it will also be available on My5. It will air on PBS Masterpiece early next year.

#all creatures great and small #acgas 2020 #acgas spoilers #acgas s4 #acgas 4x07 #helen herriot #james herriot #audrey hall

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nikofortuna · 5 months

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JTTW Chapter 22 Thoughts

Chapter 22 for the @journeythroughjourneytothewest Reading Group!

That is not a river, that is a dessert! In real life it is and it is essentially described as such here as well given its width alone.

Also in the Anthony C. Yu and the German translation it is said to be eight hundred miles, while the J. F. Jenner translation reads three hundred miles instead. I don’t think that means anything, it’s just an observation I made. Same thing with how far away the people Sun Wukong got food from are, the Anthony C. Yu and German version naming the same distance while the J. F. Jenner one keeps it a little lower. Perhaps to have it be a little more realistic of a distance?

You see in this instance Sun Wukong isn’t quite ace, but fightsexual.

So in the Anthony C. Yu translation he says “ [w]hen I saw how delicious your fight with him was”, right? In the J. F. Jenner translation it goes “the sight of you fighting so beautifully gave me an uncontrollable itch” and in the German translation we get roughly translated ‘when I saw you so sweetly involved in the fight’. So the Anthony C. Yu version puts the focus on the fight itself here, while the other two focus on Zhu Bajie’s fighting specifically instead. Take from this detail what you will.

Hm, so it’s the beginning of autumn to be precise since just a month ago it was still summer.

Now they’re holding hands? Okay, this is turning into some queerplatonic stuff right there. Truly the instances of content being readable as shipworthy are starting to add up quite a bit.

Everyone having panicked when the cup broke does explain the anger of the Jade Emperor a bit better as it was quite disruptive, but it still doesn’t justify Sha Wujing’s punishment, I stand by that opinion.

Sun Wukong knowing what’s up! Just another testament to his intelligence!

Hm interesting that Moksha uses their nicknames here instead of their full religious names. I wonder where he got those from, does he regularly hear news about the group perhaps?

Alright with the skulls vanishing I think I can guess how that little raft worked. It obviously ran on magic, though I believe it used up any residual magic left or accumulated in the skulls in conjunction with the gourd and perhaps whatever was inside of it, which is why they kind of crumbled into dust afterwards. It’s just a guess though.

The gang’s all together now!

#xiyouji #journey to the west #jttw #sun wukong #monkey king #zhu bajie #sha wujing #jttw reading group #jttw book club

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In the same universe as the other Jordan / Kieran / John tomfoolery “your name is a feeling” no John in this though.

All fiction, not real, made up, NSFW etc etc. Set, essentially, a few hours ago really, is there a heat wave in Scotland right now? Well it’s fiction. You are going to have to - much like me- pretend there are no spelling / grammar whoopsies

Kieran’s never played a summer sport. Football grabbed him, right in the jugular before anything else had a chance.

Something about knowing there will be at least one game in snow or sleet means he loves a late summer heat wave.

Even when it’s too hot to drift off to sleep. There’s a game coming up and even only half under the top sheet only it’s like if he moves an inch he’ll start to sweat.

Maybe it’s a real curse? Some Sunderland fan gave a witch a pint of blood and both sides of his pillow will be hot forever.

Every sound in the hotel is like a dripping tap. Impossible to ignore, the anticipation of the next drop getting his skin twitching in advance. Sunderland. He can’t get his brain to cool down any more than his skin.

Kieran texts Jordan “too hot to sleep.” Includes a string of random emojis because Jordan will try and make them mean something but it really is just a sun then a ball then a pig then flames.

There is no reply, not shocking at one in the morning. “Can’t sleep.” He sends with a unicorn and a kilt. Includes all the flame icons this time.

He’s not anticipating an answer, more on the off chance the mad bastard has got enough going on in his own head he’s lying awake in bed practising insults to his team for making him work.

Kieran’s team is a constant checklist in the back of his mind, Miggy’s injury, Bruno’s distraction, whatever is brewing between Anthony and Elliot and Lewis. If Matt can head off that impending disaster.

He rolls to the other side of the bed, still hot, the witch's curse clearly extending to all linen.

His phone lights up “open the door.”

Jordan doesn’t go much for emojis. For capital letters or niceties. Kieran shoves what’s left of the sheet around his feet off and opens the door like asked.

Jordan looks softer than usual. Hair not slicked back, in a blue vest and shorts. His feet in flip flops.

Kieran tugs him in the room. “You’re not worried about room check?”

“Harry also can’t sleep.” Jordan shrugs. “Passed him in the staircase headin’ somewhere improper.”

Jordan runs his thumbs under the dark lines under Kieran’s eyes. “Was thinking of heading out anyway when you texted.”

Kieran snorts “off for a Starbucks run?”

Jordan laughs and slides his hands around Kieran’s hips right into his underwear, cupping his ass. “I was thinking about a swim. Not a booty call.”

“Don’t see a towel.”

Kieran drops his voice, just for the way Jordan’s eyelids will lower, the way he will lick his lips. “Don’t see trunks.”

“Distracted by a text love.”

Jordan tilts his head back and Kieran runs his hands up Jordan’s forearms, resting on the inside of his elbows, nuzzling his neck.

Gareth might huff in a meeting but he doesn’t give a shit about the older players sleeping arrangements if it doesn’t affect the team. Jordan using the stairs not the elevator sends a little thrill through Kieran. Stupid to feel like a boy getting away with something.

Like being a kid having a midnight snack, like slipping out a bedroom window to meet your mates when everyone else is sleeping.

He kisses Jordan’s skin, nipping a little. Jordan makes a soft “mm” noise but lets Kieran have his way. Asks, “Why can’t you sleep?”

“Too hot. I can't get comfortable.”

“Go in the hallway, like a sauna in there compared to the rooms.” Kieran laughs. Right into the notch at the bottom of Jordan’s throat.

“Don’t want to put more clothes on.” It’s a cheesy line, and Kieran only says it to make Jordan laugh which he does. Tries to stifle it.

“You don’t have much to take off.”

Jordan’s hands move firm and hot over the round of Kieran’s ass.

“If you can’t sleep and you don’t want to swim, well then, what do you want?” Jordan pulls Kieran against him, neither of them hard yet but Kieran can feel the bump of their cocks getting interested .

Kieran tilts his head up for a kiss, Jordan gives him a lazy grin first. His line was even cheesier but Kieran isn’t going to call him on it.

Too hot and too late for anything acrobatic, just hands that roll over slowly, Kieran’s chest feels like a kiln. Too fucking hot, something forming inside it.

“Get naked,” Jordan says, helpfully tugging his pants down from the bottom until Kieran kicks them off.

Jordan pulls off his clothes too, leaves them in a puddle of blue and England logos on his flip flops.

Jordan nugdges him back and Kieran goes easily. The pull and promise of sleep another anticipation he won’t share with Jordan. Can hear him bitching he’s not a sleeping tablet, not a magic pill. Not a witches curse.

Kieran stretches, the pleasure of the resistance of his muscles as Jordan takes a lazy slow path around his upper body, over his collar and sternum.

Kieran’s not going to drift of like this, not exactly, running his fingers across Jordan’s hair rather theough through it. Jordan slides across his nipples, he sucks and coaxes them with his tongue, only switching sides after he’s satisfied with some internal marker he’s chosen, how hard they get maybe, how much Kieran sighs.

Jordan is a magic pill though, Kieran shifting around the bed as Jordan’s hands prompt, not focused on anything more than the next place Jordan’s mouth touches until he says; “Spread your legs for me. Open up.”

Wet fingers sit at Kieran’s hole, gently nudging and then sliding in easy.

“Fuck,” Kieran gasps. He’d seen Jordan pull the lube out of pocket before he’d kicked his shorts off, more an expectation, his brain and mouth preoccupied with the kiss.

“Good?” Jordan’s voice is low, he’s as into it. Kieran doesn’t know if he plans on fucking him or just jerking off but either is fine. His mind distracted from everything that had consumed him up until a few minutes ago.

“Yeah.” He rocks into the push of Jordan’s fingers.

Jordan plays for a while, caressing just inside and then dragging soft fingertips over his rim. Even though it’s late the heat waves feels like a cocoon not an oppressive blanket like before. Kieran shifts but not a lot as Jordan slides his fingers in deeper.

Can feel sweat soft in the small of his back. Keeps his eyes half open, watching Jordan come closer for the occasional kiss then pull back to watch his fingers open Kieran up.

Kieran enjoys lying there his body biddable to a slow encroaching orgasam. Thinks about calling Jordan a possessive bastard out loud, but he’s gotten used to it. The way his eyes gleam when Kieran lies back for him.

“I bet I could fuck your throat so easy right now, all the way in,” Jordan says. “You’re completely relaxed.”

Kieran licks his lips and smiles. “That’s a good idea. It’d be nice. Go for it.” Jordan crooks his fingers, gets his prostate in revenge at ‘nice.’. Kieran twitches, from slow moving to boiling, sweat pricking along his hairline.

Not following his own idea, Jordan slides his fingers out and his cock in. Kieran pulls his knees up, lets his legs splay out. Doesn’t try and hold on, Jordan settling on deep thrusts into the v of his body. Runs his hands over the skin he can feel, Jordan’s shoulders covered in freckles. The dips on the small of hia back.

His arms and legs feel as heavy as his eyes. “Gonna fall asleep.” He slurs out, his own cock is hard but it’s almost like a distraction, sleep tugging him.

“I’m not stopping if you do.” Jordan says. Doesn’t sound angry, more like he’s laughing but Kieran can’t be bothered to be annoyed by it.

“Don’t have to, you have my okay to keep going.”

Kieran kinda hears, kinda thinks he imagines, the “can’t fucking say that shit.” That Jordan gets out, fucking faster.

Jordan comes with a grunt and Kieran cups his cheeks and guides him down for a drowsy kiss.

Coming is almost an afterthought. Jordan doesn’t pull out, just rubs his hand over Kieran. It’s pleasure that comes in little eddies. Little waves nice but not urgent, like digging your toes in the sand on a warm day. Just a burst of pleasure and then it’s like Kieran knows exactly what tired is.

All the little noises in the hotel are relaxing now. Jordan pulls out and they share a couple more lazy kisses. Jordan lying alongside him. But it’s too hot to touch much, Kieran’s ankle against Jordan’s calf, a couple of their fingers knitted together.

Kieran feels caught between both feelings, sleepiness and bliss.

“Stay huh? I’ll pay your fine if you get caught.” Jordan snickers as he rolls on his side and rubs gently at Kierans hipbone. “I’ll make John pay it.” He says. “Teach him for not being here.”

“Okay,” Kieran murmurs. He stops fighting sleep, dropping off wondering if what he feels is breathing or the rhythm of Jordan’s fingers.

#and I might even tidy it up #and put on AO3 #lost some oomph with injury talk #fic #kieran trippier #jordan pickford

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