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holdinbacksecrets · 3 years

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All Flowers

AN: Jungkook stays, you’re smitten, and he’s fond of more than just the novels on your bookshelf. 1.6k words (feedback is always appreciated!)

You hum softly to yourself, headphones in, taking the weight of your shopping bags in a single hand as you searched for your house key.

Your face flushes when you notice the combat boots inside the entryway. Jungkook’s coat hanging on one of the hooks. You hear the sink in your bathroom turn on as you place all the bags on the kitchen counter. Your movements are slow, focusing on the way your heart beat is increasing, realizing he stayed. He stayed. It felt like validation after a week of your thoughts being consumed by him, and then last night happened. A new truth setting in that you would have a hard time letting him go.

You’re removing your headphones when the bathroom door opens. A smile spreads across his face, skin bare and dewy. “Hey, how was your morning?”

Your mouth gapes, struggling to lace together a single, coherent sentence. The man before you wastes no time as he moves forward, pressing his lips against your forehead. “Can I help you unpack? I know I don’t know where anything goes yet.”

Yet, he said. Yet as in one day he would know the drawers and cabinets in your apartment like the back of his hand. Yet, he said, like kissing your forehead when you get home would become a daily routine. The idea of the single action not stimulating goosebumps left you shocked, yet completely hopeful.

“How about the cold groceries? That should be easy enough, right?”

Jungkook nods enthusiastically. His eagerness to help leaves your heart fluttering.

“I didn’t expect... I mean, you’re still here.”

Your gaze falls on him briefly, biting back a smile in adoration as he chooses items to put away. You stand to your tippy toes, looking into the canvas bags and collecting the jar of peanut butter and cereal box.

Jungkook opens the fridge behind you, placing the yogurt and milk into the places he deemed fit, managing to get each one right.

“I almost left, a few times actually. I even wrote something to leave on your pillow, but I saw this book on your shelf about plants and insects. Then I was reading the poetry book with your handwriting in the margins, and admiring the view from your balcony— is that ok?”

His eyes are wide. The nervousness evident on his features. You close the cabinet, and rest your hip against the edge of the granite. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip before pushing yourself away from the corner of the kitchen. You walk across the tile floor until you’re standing directly in front of Jungkook. His nerves diminish your own, and you place your hand on his waist, feeling his toned abdomen beneath your palm.

“Stay. Always stay. Read every book on my shelf, and write little notes if you feel like it. Hell, play the xbox or play station, whatever that box is beside my tv, for hours if you want to. I like having you here, Jungkook.”

“You like having me here.” It’s not a question, but a verbal reassurance for himself, repeating your words and enjoying the way they sound.

You nod anyways, rubbing your thumb against his covered skin. “Don’t lose this bashfulness too soon, ok? It’ll take me some time to catch up with the confidence that I know is in there.” Your pointer finger meets Jungkook’s chest, and his head falls back in time with his laughter.

You work in tandem, finishing the groceries. Your feet padding against the hard wood as you move with ease to put away toiletries and new bathroom towels. Jungkook trims the stems off the flowers in the bouquet you purchased, while you search for a vase.

“I swear I have one. My mom sent me one last Spring.” You’re bent over at the waist, searching through the cabinet beneath your sink. “Does a jar work?”

You stand up again, and move to your closet, finding the largest mason jar you own.

“I can make anything work.” Fingertips brush your hand at the exchange, “You don’t get flowers often do you?”

You bump your shoulder against Jungkook’s forearm, coming up short beside him and mirroring his smile. You could feel the color and warmth rising to your cheeks, too. There was something about this mundane action being shared together, in daylight. It was a refreshing moment to add to the memories stacking up in your mind, feeling different in comparison to the nights already spent together.

You fill the jar with water, and place it in front of him, jumping to sit on the granite. “I do buy flowers, but sometimes they never make it out of the paper wrapping. Other days I pluck off all the petals and put them in the bath, maybe arrange them on my bed if I’m feeling fancy.”

Jungkook chuckles, completely endeared. Your head falls to the side, noticing the depth in this laugh, compared to the previous squeak, wondering if there were others you had yet to hear.

“I’ll buy you a real vase, and next time we’ll do this together so you’ll know how, just in case you decide to leave the petals on the flowers.”

You lift your hand, messing up his hair. Jungkook’s cupreous eyes lock with yours, flashing starlight before his focus returns to the jar and flowers in front of him.

“What about you?” You wonder aloud.

The edge of Jungkook’s lip lifts up as he finishes the arrangement. “What about me?”

“How do you know how to do this? You look like a natural.”

“I’ve done it with my hyungs, but I also grew up watching my mom arrange bouquets when I got home from school. Almost every Tuesday she’d go to the market. I was intrigued by simple things back then.”

“You’re not anymore?”

Jungkook shakes his head, pushing the jar to the middle of the counter. He crosses his arms and sighs gently. “I wouldn’t say that, but life isn’t always flowers, is it?”

Your head cocks to the side, taking him in. Your expression softening. A curiosity taking over as you accept your wanting to know him.

“You better stick around, Jungkook. I’m no where near done with you.”

He places his hands on your thighs, coming to stand between your legs. His lips meet your forehead again, and you lean into him, feeling his smile on your skin.

“Be careful what you say, bug. I’m already quite fond of your bookshelf.”

He pulls away and you giggle, squeezing his bicep. “Is that all you’re fond of?”

Jungkook tucks his hair behind his ears, earrings sparkling, “should there be something else?” He squeezes your leg gently. “No, I’m fond of you. Much more fond of you.”

“I’ll try not to get too confident then.”

I’m sure I can make your life all flowers if you let me.

Your hand comes to rest against the side of his neck. Your thumb grazing his jawline before you lean in, stopping centimeters away from his pink lips, hoping Jungkook will close the distance.

When he does, you’re reminded why the last week had been taken up by the excitement of seeing him again: if, when, how. And then last night happened, and it felt like magic: the two of you together. You thought you loved Jungkook’s lips in shadows as candlelight cut through the darkness, but you didn’t mind his touch in the early afternoon either.

You loved the gentle notes of his cologne, and the way his jeans hugged his hips and thighs. You admired his oversized shirt, knowing what sculpted beauty laid underneath. Moreover, you loved how he chose to spend his free time here: learning about you, familiarizing himself with your space, trimming flowers, because you weren’t the only one smitten.

Your fingers meet, colliding as they card through dark locks. His right hand leaves your thigh to caress your cheek. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling Jungkook flush against you.

Your kisses slow, savoring each other’s lips before inhaling breaths. You lean forward once more, catching the corner of his mouth as your eyes open. “When can I see you again?” He asks, tracing the shell of your ear, intimately.

“I work all week until 4:30, but I’m all yours any time after that.”

“Are you off Sunday morning? I’m not bad in the kitchen, can make a mean French toast.”

You nod, biting your lip to cover a smile. “Sunday, then. I’m all yours, Jungkook.”

“Ok, Sunday.” And just like that, his eyes flash with childlike glee, and you’re sensing those butterflies in your stomach all over again.

“What am I going to do with you?” Your forehead falls to rest against his shoulder, savoring the final moments before he’s set to leave.

“Why do you say that?” His words meet your ear in a hum; a comforting cadence.

Finally giving into your smile, “I have a feeling about you.” A damn good one, too.

Jungkook’s fingertips run up and down the length of your back, and you breathe easily against his chest. Your temple meeting his clavicle.

A few months had transpired since you met Jungkook for the first time. Your paths crossed in midnight rendezvous and dinners with mutual friends, until today. You had a habit of rewarding your maintained distance, labeling it as self preservation, but all you felt now was comfort, safety, and security. The voice that always accompanied past possibilities of love, with a blaring alarm, was no where to be found.

Emotions grew with every moment spent in Jungkook’s company. You could tell it would not take long before small sparks of love consumed you entirely. It began in candlelit rooms, but grew over French toast and flower petals, as his unknowns and simple quirks became your favorite things.

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romioneficfest · 3 years

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Valeria

Title: Valeria

Prompt: Photo

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Rating: GA

Word Count: 1392

Brief summary: Sometimes someone steps into your life when you least expect it. Ron and Hermione had made a lot of life changing decisions together, and this is the beginning of another.

Any content warning: None

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When the first ray of sunlight appeared on the horizon, marking the start of this new day, a very tall, red-headed man walked through the streets of London with a confident stride. His burgundy-red robes billowed behind him and his tired, unshaven face painted the picture of a somehow shady individual roaming the streets in these early morning hours. This, however, contrasted with the spring in his steps, the spark in his eyes and the huge smile lighting up the ginger’s fatigued face.

Ron Weasley was dealing with a whirlwind of emotions right now. His heartbeat raced as fast as his mind, causing his chest to fill with both anxiety and excitement.

He was on his way home from one of his Auror missions. Although Ron retired from this kind of work many years ago, he couldn’t say no when Harry asked him to help out in one of his cases, only one day after Hugo went off to Hogwarts for the first time.

Destiny and fate weren’t a concept Ron believed in, but if he did, he might think it was meant to be that he got asked to join this particular mission. Two weeks ago, he accompanied a ten-year-old Squib girl to an orphanage. She had not said a single word that day, but kept holding Ron’s hand from the moment they had found her at the crime scene right until it had been time for Ron to leave for home.

The following evenings, he’d kept visiting Valeria before his night shifts started. Her silence remained for several more days and Ron just sat with her, talking about the weather, chess and the newest invention sold at the joke shop. One day though, she suddenly reached for the wedding band on his left hand, briefly grazing over the gold ring.

“Can you tell me about your family?” Valeria asked, her voice quiet and barely audible.

He’d deliberately avoided the topic so far because he assumed talking about his wife and kids would only inflict pain. “What do you want to know?”

Valeria thought about it for a second before her curious eyes flitted to his hand again.

“Is she pretty?” she asked, smiling a little at Ron’s amused expression.

“Very,” Ron told her as he fished out a photograph from his wallet and gave it to her.

It was an old picture his mother-in-law had taken of them when Rose and Hugo were 6 and 4. Instead of looking into the camera, Rose, despite laughing, had her eyes squeezed shut as their dog Jeff licked across her face. And while Ron and Hermione dutifully smiled into the camera, Hugo had not sat still in his mother’s arms. The boy had gifted his grandmother a toothy smile while his upper body was hanging upside down, causing Hermione's smile to waver a bit as she struggled to hold Hugo.

“Hermione and I accepted a long time ago that a perfect family picture will most likely never happen,” Ron chuckled, causing Valeria to smile too as she stared at the photograph.

“I think it is perfect,” she said and Ron couldn't help but agree.

Ron shifted in his seat to make himself more comfortable before narrating the adventures of the Granger-Weasley family.

Valeria listened with rapt attention, smiling and laughing and gasping at Ron's stories, and not once did she let go of the photograph.

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Hermione sat at the kitchen table, remaining silent after Ron had finished his little speech.

He knew that what he was proposing was crazy. The plan he came up with within the last few hours contained everything they needed to do in order to adopt Valeria. From how they could manage their working hours over therapy possibilities to Muggle school options.

Still, he was well aware that this came out of the blue, even to himself. This would, without a doubt, change their lives forever. But when Ron had to leave for work that night, Valeria had reluctantly given the photograph of his family back to him. And right at that moment, something suddenly clicked into place.

All throughout his shift that night he had been thinking about his idea. Would Hermione agree? Would they be fit to care for this girl? Would Hugo and Rose be okay with this? And most of all, would Valeria even want to be a part of their family? But the idea cemented itself both inside his mind and heart.

“She's probably traumatized and needs professional help,” Hermione broke her silence.

“She's definitely traumatized. And yes.”

“She might not want to live with us. Maybe she wants to right now but later decide she doesn't want to anymore.”

“Yes.”

“We might not be fit to handle a traumatized child,” Hermione voiced his own concerns.

“Possibly.”

“She might become sad and angry about her not being able to do magic when she'll see it performed around her every day.”

Ron nodded. He thought about this too, wincing when he remembered how his family, him included, kept talking about their Squib relative from his Mum’s side.

“The adoption process is probably not that easy. I assume there’s a lot of paper work to go through and take care of. Maybe we can be her foster parents for a while before we adopt. Are foster parents a thing in the magical world?” Hermione frowned at the thought of bureaucracy making this harder for them.

Without giving Ron the chance to reply she kept talking, “The kids could not get along with her. Although I'm quite sure Hugo will stop at nothing to make her like him. And Rose will probably take her on broom rides and try to coax her into this book club her brother and all her cousins refuse to take part in. Would she be okay with Jeff? He can be very overwhelming sometimes, after all. Should we make Valeria and Rose share a room? Rose won't be home for-”

Ron cut her off with a sound kiss on her lips. Emotions threatened to overwhelm him as he cradled his wife's face between his hands and found that certain glint he loved lighting up in her dark eyes.

“So, we'll do it?”

Hermione stood up on her tiptoes, kissing the tip of Ron's nose. “Yes,” she said, “Ron, I think this is wonderful. This is scary and risky and unexpected but I really want to do this. I can’t wait to meet Valeria and ask her if she wants to live with us.”

“Brilliant,” Ron murmured as he showered her face with kisses, “Let's write the kids.”

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Hermione traced one of Ron's brain scars, letting her fingers glide over the skin of his right shoulder. Goosebumps appeared underneath her touch and for a smug second she marvelled about the effect she still had on him after over 20 years.

She lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him, “I love you!”

He gave her one of his lopsided smiles, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief, “I'm quite the catch, aren't I?”

Usually, she would join the banter, but not today. Today she needed him to know how brilliant he was.

“No, Ron, I mean it.” Soppy love declarations were never her forte but tonight she could not let it be with a simple I love you.

“I never thought I could love you more than I already did,” she said as her eyes flitted to the framed photograph on Ron's nightstand where younger versions of themselves smiled and waved into the camera as newlyweds,

“Today you proved me wrong, though. I have never loved you more than I do right now.”

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peachbear88 · 3 years

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Dear Future Lover

A/N: Heyyyy... It's me again. I don't know why but I just really want to write today. Angst AU for this one. Inspired by "Dear Future Husband" - Meghan Trainor.

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"Oooo what about this one, he's cute!"

You shove the phone under Wanda's nose and she squints before returning her attention to her book.

"Swipe left, not my type." You sigh dramatically. "At this rate you're going to be single for the rest of your life." She glares at you, chucking a throw pillow at your face as you laugh. "This one?" She glances at the phone. "He's okay." You squeal swiping right despite the weak protests from Wanda. "That's the best thing you've said about someone so far!" You notice the skeptical look on Wanda's face so you whip out your infamous pout. "Pleeeassseeee?" You beg and she flushes before nodding and you let out a shriek of excitement. "Yes! You will not regret it!"

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You hear the doorbell ring and you pry yourself off the couch to answer it. You open the door to find Wanda's date, whose name you learned was Jarvis. He's sporting a black suit with a few frayed threads around the edge of the jacket, his short blond hair slicked back elegantly. "One second, I'll go grab Wanda." You smile at him before sprinting up the stairs, taking them two at a time. You burst into her room as she's putting the finishing touches on her makeup. "Your date's here!" She turns around and your jaw drops. She's wearing a black dress that hugged all her curves perfectly, showing off her incredible physique. "You okay? You got a little drool there." Wanda teases and you snap out of it, glaring at her before leading her downstairs. Jarvis's eyes roam all over Wanda's curves greedily as he offers her his arm and she takes it. A starving monster claws it's way out of your guts, wanting to tear him from limb to limb as he wraps her arm around her waist and leads her towards his beat-up Mercedes.

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Why do I feel like this? I organized the date after all. I should be happy for her. I am happy for her. Then why do I feel like stabbing him through the face? The door opens and you spring up from the couch to see Wanda, a huge smile pasted on her face. "How was the date?" You ask, attempting to read her face. She breaks into an even bigger smile. "It was great! He was so sweet and we organized for another date next week." You falter before pulling away slightly. "That's great. I'm going to bed now." You feel her curious stare following your back as you trudge upstairs, a small sob building in your throat.

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Second dates turn into third dates which turn into fourth dates and before you know it, Wanda bursts through the door with an engagement ring perched upon her ring finger. When you spot the ring, you have to excuse yourself quickly as you rush to the washroom, retching. She's getting married! You should be happy for her. But you're not?

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“God damn it!”

You rush into the room to find Wanda chucking her phone right at you. You duck and it hits the wall behind you, shattering. "Jeez, were you aiming at me?" You quip cheekily but she turns towards you wearily, dark eyebags circling her emerald green eyes. You cautiously approach her, wrapping an arm around her. "The venue cancelled on us. We have no place to host the wedding and it's in 4 days!" You squeeze her shoulder gently before responding. "It's okay. We can host it at my parents farm. I'm sure they won't mind." You whisper soothingly and her head pops up, a bright smile replacing the frown. "Seriously?" You nod and she squeals. "Thank you! You're the best friend ever Y/N!" Her words follow you around for the rest of the day. Taunting you. Friend. Friend. Friend.

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"We are here to join this man and woman in holy matrimony." You shift uncomfortably in your seat, the itchy fabric of your dress shirt clinging to your stomach. “Will you, Jarvis Stark take Wanda Maximoff as your wife, through health and sickness?” Jarvis grinned at Wanda who smiled shyly at him in return. “I do.” Wanda blushes a deep red and the monster inside you roars. “And do you, Wanda Maximoff, take Jarvis Stark as your husband, through health and sickness.” She nods vigorously, eager to begin the new chapter of her life. “Those who wish to object, speak up now or forever hold your silence.” You gulp, watching as the couple stare into each other’s eyes with pure adoration. A fire is lit inside you and before you can decide otherwise, you stand up, your voice cutting through the silence. “I object!”

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“Y/N? What are you doing?”

You ignore Nat, who's attempting to drag you back into you seat and stare straight at Wanda. "I'm objecting. I didn't realize it 'till I hooked you up with Jarvis but I love you. The moment he put his greasy, slick hands on your, I knew that I loved you. You were so happy with him and I couldn't bring myself to tell you. But then he engaged. I can't let you get married. Please, Wanda, come with me. Choose me." You plead, extending your hand. You feel dozens of pairs of eyes on you, watching your every move. When Wanda makes no move to join you, you realize what an idiot you've been. Why would she join you on her wedding? In front of everyone. You took too long to act on your feelings and now she's been taken by someone else, someone who also knows how precious she is. You trudge out of the venue, your face burning with shame as you get in your car and speed away.

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Nat finds you in a classy, family owned diner a few blocks away from the farm. You're leaning over a small milkshake, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. When Nat slips into the seat next to you, you don't spare her a glance. "She's not coming is she." You whisper but you don't receive an answer. That was as good as a 'no'. You bury your head in your hands, silent tears leaking out as Nat wraps a reassuring arm around you. Violent sobs rack your body. You're never going to see her again. That could've been you on the podium with her but you lost your chance. It's over.

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Yeah I don't really know where I went with this one... Oh well. This is what happens when I try to write too much in one day. Sorry everyone! :)

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missscarletta7 · 3 years

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The Broken Crown- Chapter 4

Enjoy chapter 4!

Summary: All Margaret Shelby ever wanted, was the opportunity to write her own story. Only now is she beginning to realize that her brother may have already written it for her...

OoOoOo

"When your dreams all fail,

And the ones we hail, Are the worst of all,

And the blood runs stale"

~Demons~

OoOoOo

1919

Maggie was so excited. She dragged Cara toward the pub the moment their school day was finished.

"Why are we going into the Garrison?" The blonde asked curiously.

"You have to meet the barmaid who works here," Maggie explained.

"I've seen her," Cara informed her. "What's so special about her?"

"We've become good friends." It was true, after such a long period of time had passed without seeing her older sister, Grace inevitably filled the gaping space that Ada had left behind.

"Should I be jealous?" The blonde teased.

Maggie flashed a loving smile, "No one could ever replace you."

When the dark-haired girl opened the pub door, the first thing they heard was Grace's melodic voice singing. "-As I've never loved before..."

Maggie spotted Grace serving drinks to the regular customers. Unfortunately, one of those customers was Ross, who was sitting with a group of men who would hang around the betting shop. Cara was quick to notice him too, her body immediately tensed.

"Since first I saw you on the village green..."

"Sorry Mags, I forgot my mum wanted me to fix stitching on some dresses," This was one of the few times Maggie had ever seen Cara looking embarrassed, "Maybe next time, yeah?"

"Come to me ere my dream of love is o'er..."

The dark-haired girl nodded, not wanting to refute the her friends claim, and watched Cara hurriedly exit through the doors.

"I love you as I loved you when you were sweet..." Maggie moved herself over to the row of empty barstools and took a seat as Grace was finishing her song. "When you were sweet sixteen."

Grace then walked behind the bar while Maggie applauded at the performance. "Hello Maggie," Grace greeted happily, grabbing a dirty pint glass off the bar. "Don't look behind you,but a handsome young man is staring at you."

Maggie felt her stomach turn, responding, "Let's change the subject."

Grace smirked, "How was school?"

"Dull," The girl said truthfully, "Harry out again?"

Grace nodded, "It's been slow."

"What have you been doing today?"

"I had a meeting with the gentleman who will be installing the pub's brand new phone."

"Neat." Maggie beamed at the thought of the new technology.

"Your brother is trying to go legitimate." Grace informed her, "He wants to make this place seem a bit more respectable."

"Which one?" The dark-haired girl asked.

"Arthur." She answered back unenthusiastically, "Though he doesn't seem too interested in fixing anything. I mean, look at the state of these." The barmaid picked up a carton of cigarettes that was ripping apart. "Where do these even come from?" She asked, hoping this question would lead to where the guns may be hidden.

Maggie just shrugged at her question. "How should I know? I think they have a few warehouses in town."

Grace nodded, taking in the information, before noticing a customer beckon her over, "I'll be back." She told the girl.

Maggie sat by herself for a few moments before she felt a presence inch closer to stand beside her. She knew there would be a confrontation at some point, she had done so well in avoiding him. She didn't have a chance to say anything before Ross spoke first, "I had instructions to give this to you."

Reaching into the pocket inside of his coat he pulled out a folded piece of parchment, placing it on the bar he slid it towards her. She was surprised but nevertheless relieved when he said nothing else and walked back to his table. Taking the note, she unfolded it to read the message that was scribbled out. As she read a smile crept onto her face. The message was from Ada.

OoOoOo

In the parlor, Maggie had been writing in her journal when Polly descended the down the stairs. "Put your shoes on," The older woman ordered, "Johns called a family meeting."

Watching Polly walk across the room, Maggie raised her eyebrow, "Thought I wasn't allowed at family meetings."

"John says it's not that kind of a meeting," Polly said, exiting into the tiny kitchen. Maggie happily closed her book and slipped on her black boots which were resting right underneath the old coffee table, before following her aunt into the kitchen.

"Pol?" Maggie asked worriedly when she noticed the woman standing rigidly by the table. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Polly said after a moment, "C'mon, we don't want to be late." Polly moved to enter the betting shop with her niece in tow.

"Where's John?" Tommy asked his aunt, agitated his brother was not at his post.

"John's in the Garrison, says he wants a meeting about a family matter," Polly informed him, placing her hat on her head. "After he's said his piece he'll come back and take his place with Scudboat."

Maggie tried to follow her aunt, but was stopped by Tommy's outstretched arm, "Where are you going?"

"To the meeting. John told Polly I could come," Maggie explained to him.

Though Tommy didn't look completely persuaded, Polly called on the large man taking bets. "John will be here in ten minutes"

"Five," Tommy corrected before the family walked out of the shop onto the cobblestone pavement.

"What does John want to talk about?" Tommy asked his aunt.

"Your guess is as good as mine. Always been one for dramatics, our John" Polly replied jokingly causing Maggie to chuckle out.

"You're in a good mood," Tommy noted to the smiling girl as he pulled out a cigarette to smoke.

"I like going to the Garrison," Maggie responded.

"She likes talking to that barmaid." Polly translated her nieces' words.

"You and Grace seem to chat a lot," Tommy spoke, exhaling a breath of smoke.

The girl shrugged. "I like Grace, she likes my writing," quickly adding, "We're friends."

"You trust her enough to share your work," Tommy said, impressed by the sudden growth of his sister. "I'm thinking of asking her to be my secretary," Tommy suddenly informed the ladies.

"Only a secretary?" Maggie asked, raising her eyebrows cheekily.

He flashed her a ghost of a smile, "Never you mind."

"Secretary, eh?" Polly finally spoke up as the Garrison came into their view.

"We're going, legitimate Pol." Tommy reasoned, "What's more legitimate than a secretary? Or maybe I’ll make her a bookkeeper. Arthur mentioned she’s good with numbers and helped him fix the books." Polly said nothing and this seemed to spark something in the gangster, "Got something to say?"

"Just don't let your cock do your thinking for you Thomas," Polly warned. He remained silent, but a small smirk was fixed on his face causing the aunt to roll her eyes.

When they entered the pub, it was empty, except for Harry, who stood behind the bar drying some glasses with a white rag. They saw Finn leaning against the outer wall of the private room, which Maggie assumed John and Arthur were already in.

"Stay out here Finn," Polly ordered the eleven-year-old who tried to enter with them.

"But Mags gets to go in!" The boy protested, yet his words went unheard. This made him look jealousy at his sister, who had stuck her tongue out at her little brother as she walked into the snug with the rest of the family. Both John and Arthur were already seated, and she took a place right next to Polly.

"All right John, there's only one man-," Tommy spoke, before declining the drink Arthur poured for him continuing, "There's only one man guarding the house. What's troubling you?"

"Aunt Polly, Maggie, you two know what it's been like since Martha died." John began.

Maggie gave her brother a sad smile as Polly took his hand and said, "God takes the best first."

John looked to his sister, "Mags, you've been a big help with them, but the truth is my kids have been running bloody rings around me." With hopelessness in his voice, he continued, "Running barefoot with the dogs until all hours."

Maggie's heart ached for him, but Tommy was not having it, "Pol, give him ten bob for some new shoes. Is that it, John?" He asked his brother impatiently.

"Tommy it would be better to do this without you," Polly scolded before turning her attention back to John. "Now what's your point?"

"What the kids need is a mother." John spoke again slowly, "So that's why I'm getting married."

Everyone in the room exchanged glances of surprise. Polly was the first to speak, "Does this poor girl know you're going to marry her? Or are you just going to spring it on her all of a sudden?"

John replied matter-of-factly, "I've already proposed, and she said 'yes'."

"I think that's great John," a smiling Maggie announced. Finally! She was officially off babysitting duty.

"I think there's a shell about to land and go bang," Tommy stated mockingly, before lighting the cigarette hanging in his mouth.

Hesitantly John spoke again, "It's um- its Lizzie Stark."

"Oh, eww," Maggie breathed out, crossing her arms as her family cackled at her expression.

Polly managed to compose herself, "John, Lizzie Stark is a strong woman and I am sure she provides a fine service for her customers-"

"I won't hear the word! Understand? Do not use that word." He told them angrily.

Tommy sighed out, "What word is that, John?"

"You know what word that is," John growled out.

"Everybody bloody knows" Arthur finally spoke out and pointed at his sister, "Shit, even Mags here knows."

John gritted out, "Everybody can go to Hell."

"Whore. That word?" Tommy finally supplied. "Or prostitute? How about that one?"

Fury flashed in Johns' eyes, "Right I want it known, if anyone calls her a whore again, I will push the barrel of my revolver down their throats and blow the word back down into their hearts."

"Well, that's not dramatic at all," Maggie mumbled out her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Men and their cocks never cease to amaze me." Polly berated, "John, Lizzie Stark never did a day's work vertical- "

"She's changed!" John insisted, "All right?! People change! Like- Like with religion-"

"Lizzie Stark has got religion, eh?" Tommy interrupted.

"No! No, she doesn't have religion, but- well she loves me." John asserted, "Now listen Tommy, I won't do it without your blessing. But of all the people in the world- I want you to see it as brave."

"Oh, it's brave all right," Arthur muttered before taking a swig of his drink.

"Brave is going where no man has gone before. And with Lizzie Stark, John, that really is not what you'll be doing" She told him, unable to hold back the laughter.

But he ignored her, looking back at his older brother, "Listen, Tommy, welcome her to the family, as someone whose had a hard life. All right because I need someone. The kids need someone."

Tommy looked as if he was about to give his reply before Finn pushed open the door forcefully panting out, "Tommy, we've been done over!"

"What?" Arthur asked in disbelief.

Quickly Maggie followed her siblings and Polly, who all practically ran out of the Garrison. Not stopping until they all were back in front of number seventeen, Watery Lane. "You and Finn stay outside," Polly ordered once they were outside the entrance of the betting shop.

Maggie was about to object until Tommy echoed their aunts' instructions and followed the rest of his family inside. The pair of Shelby's eventually moved from the noisy street to the alley where the car was parked. Finn carefully crawled onto the hood and contorted his way over the front window. Maggie followed her brother, stepping up to sit on top of the hood, letting her feet lightly kick the metal of the vehicle that protected the thin wheels.

"Look, Maggie," Finn giggled and the girl twisted her upper body to see her brother playing with the steering wheel, "I'm Tommy!"

The girl smiled, "If you're trying to be Tommy, you should work more on your scowl." She told him jokingly. Overdramatically Finn made a scowl but immediately broke character by breaking out in even more giggles, triggering Maggie to laugh as well.

Suddenly Tommy was at the entrance of the alleyway in front of them, he looked instantly distressed. "Maggie, Finn." He began slowly, "Both of you stay exactly where you are."

"What's wrong?" she asked him worriedly. Did something happen inside?

Raising his arm out to her spoke out cautiously, "Mags, as careful as ya can, I need you to slowly slide off the hood."

She did as she was told, while Finn kept snickering, "I was pretending I was you." The child told his brother, but Tommy ignored him instead he directed Maggie to move against the dingy brick wall.

Once he felt like his sister was out of danger he went back to the child in the car, "Which door did you open to come in Finn?"

"I didn't," He told his big brother proudly. "I climbed in."

"I want you to climb out exactly the same way you climbed in, okay?" Tommy instructed, but Finn disobeyed and opened the driver's door.

Maggie watched as Tommy ran to grab an object that had been on the side of the door, yelling out, "Clear!" before flinging it to hit the brick wall on the opposite side of the street. Maggie yelped out at the sound of the explosion, which caused working men to drop to the ground. "That's why you should never pretend to be me, okay?" Tommy told Finn, visibly shaken by this incident. Tommy then took a deep breath and pulled both of his younger siblings close to him.

OoOoOo

Polly and Maggie had just entered the washhouse Ada had informed them she would be visiting. It was a large space, but luckily there were not very many people who decided to do their laundry at the establishment that afternoon. Alone in the corner of the washroom, sitting on a stool, was a woman with a long brown coat, wide black hat, folding trousers onto the small table beside her.

"Need help?" Polly asked the woman eagerly.

The woman looked up to see her family members and smiled, "You got my letter." Ada grinned and stood up with a bit of difficulty, Polly was the first one to embrace her.

Once the aunt and niece pulled apart it was Maggie's turn. Though the hug was more on the awkward side, due to the sizable stomach that was in the way. She muttered into her sisters' ear, "Fuck, you're huge!"

"Oh, shut up." Ada happily retorted, smacking her sister's arm lightly.

"What's with the glasses?" Maggie laughed and pointed at the large spectacles on her sister's face.

"Freddie wants me in disguise when I go out now." She spoke with a bored tone and pointed to the strange-looking eyeglasses. "Can't bloody see anything with these."

Maggie grabbed a pair of socks, which she assumed was Freddie's, from Ada's hand, "Here let me help you." She told her sister and began to fold the newly laundered clothing.

"Has Freddie got you hiding somewhere near?" Polly asked hostilely.

"It's fucking rat hole," Ada spit out, "the entire flat is about the size of your room, Mags."

Maggie felt sad for her sister. Sure, the Shelby family didn't have much to their name, but they were better off compared to most of the population in Small Heath. "Is that Copper still looking for Freddie?" Ada inquired to which Polly nodded.

Ada cursed and placed a hand on her large stomach, "I just want to live in peace with my family. But instead of thinking of me or the baby, all he cares about is the bloody cause. Freddie even gave someone two hundred bloody pounds."

Polly leaned in closer to the pregnant girl, and with a hushed tone asked, "Who?"

OoOoOo

Maggie walked down the hall from her room to Tommy's, she was hoping she could borrow a pen since hers ran out of ink. Before she opened the closed door, she could have sworn she heard noises. Had her brother come home early?

"Tom?" She asked, opening the door, but that wasn't who was in the room, "John?"

Being caught, the third oldest Shelby stopped his rifling through their brothers' things, though seemed relieved it was only her, "Mags-"

"What are you doing here?" She asked before she noticed that his eyes were watery, "Has something happened?"

"The weddings off," He informed her with an irritated tone and moved to the dresser drawers.

"Oh." Was all she could manage to say awkwardly, "I'm sorry."

"Don't," he told her bitterly, shaking his head then went back to rifling through the dresser flipping over Tommy's clothes. "It ain't your fault I'm a fucking idiot!"

"You're no idiot, John," she assured him yet he just scoffed at her words.

"Never fall in love Maggie, leads to nothing but fucking agony."

“What does falling in love even feel like anyway?” She surprised herself when she asked.

John stopped and turned his red eyes to her for a moment before continuing his search, “You know it… it's like this feeling in your gut.” He told her somewhat uncomfortably, “Your heart beats a little faster, your mind always wanders back to thinking about them, no matter what you're doing; when you eat, when you sleep, when you work… Why the fuck are you asking me this?”

“No reason”, Maggie said quickly. "What are you even looking for, anyway?"

He didn't respond to her question, causing her to become frustrated. "Fine, don't tell me." Maggie walked over to the nightstand, picked up the first writing device she saw and left the room.

OoOoOo

The next evening Maggie had fallen asleep on the sofa in the tiny parlor of their home, at least until she was shaken awake by her aunt. "What's the matter?" she muttered out, quickly sitting herself up. Was something wrong? Had the Lees come back?

"Nothing, love" Polly reassured her, "I left a new dress on your bed, go put it on."

"We're going out?" The girl asked, confused, no one had told her they had prior arrangements.

"Yes," Polly nodded, "Now c'mon, we don't have that much time."

Maggie rose from her spot, "Where are we going, Pol?"

"To a wedding," The older woman huffed impatiently and made her way up the stairs to the bedrooms.

This confused Maggie even more, "Whose?"

Not two hours later Maggie had gotten her answer. She and Polly met Ada near the Lees campground and walked into their enemy's territory with no trouble at all. They approach the crowd of witnesses just as Johnny Dogs begins the ceremony. Ada stopped to stand beside Tommy.

"Let's stand over here, love," Polly said, guiding Maggie past her siblings to get a better view of the union. She watched on as Johnny officiated, taking notice that her brother actually looked happy to be up there. Her attention was taken off the bride and groom when she spotted Ross standing about ten feet away with the rest of the Peaky Blinders. Smiling softly at his familiar face, she waved, her stress alleviated when he did the same.

"I now pronounce you man and wife," Johnny said happily as all the witnesses cheered at the new couple's first kiss.

As the night went on the partygoers were all in a festive mood. Sitting on a wooden barrel, Maggie watched as everyone mingled and danced. Tommy was sitting and chatting with the matriarch of the Lee family, Arthur was in the middle of what looked like a drinking contest, and John danced to the music with his beautiful new wife, Esme. Even she had started to sway to the music as the firecrackers sounded off over the happy noises.

"Mags," Ross greeted her, walking up next to stand next to her seating place.

"Hello," she replied, followed by an awkward pause, "I'm sorry I've been avoiding you." She told him after a few moments.

"Understandable." He responded instantly, "I've been a wanker and not just to you." Taking another puff of his cigarette, he exhaled, "I'll talk to Cara."

Maggie was surprised by this proclamation, "Really?"

"I'll sort it out." He nodded looking at the others dancing, and with a smile continued, "I miss walking with you two."

Maggie returned the smile, "We miss you too."

Ross stuck his hand out, "Care to dance?"

Maggie felt her face flush, and waved her hands in protest, "Oh, no I couldn't."

"C'mon, it's a party." He urged, with his hand still outstretched. Smiling, the girl cautiously took it and was led to the crowd.

Feeling like an idiot, she tried to keep up with the fast-paced music, but it seemed like her feet couldn't move fast enough. She felt someone clumsily bump into her backside nearly knocking her over. "Oi! Watch- Oh sorry love." Ada slurred out.

"It's alright," Maggie assured her sister, regaining her balance.

Ada then awkwardly cupped her little sister's face with both hands, and with a very stern tone warned, "Don't you ever let a man call you a 'Fucking Shelby' you hear me." She then rounded on the man next to her and jabbed a finger close to Ross’s face. "You hear me."

"Don't you worry, Ada," Ross guaranteed her, which seemed to be good enough for the older Shelby girl whose demeanor quickly changed back to her delighted drunkenness, dancing away from them.

As Ross spun her around, she caught a glimpse of John and Esme, sitting together and happily getting to know one another, "Seems like love at first sight." She heard Ross say.

"Seems so," Maggie replied happily. Very soon her attention was drawn to Tommy and Arthur trying to get a drunken Ada under control, "Oh no." She breathed out, walking closer to her feuding family members.

"Come and look, Esme!" Ada shouted, "Come and look at the family you joined!" The music ceased and now everyone's attention was on the intoxicated woman. "Come and look at the man who runs it! He chooses his brother's wives for them!" Ada shouted out for everyone to hear. She wasn't finished though, the woman then pointed at her younger sister, "Have you got some old perverted man lined up for Maggie?!"

Maggie felt her stomach drop at the thought, she felt everyone's gaze turn to her as she remained frozen in place. The only comfort that she felt was when Ross put her arm around her waist, as if to protect her. Tommy just stood in front of Ada looking at her stoically, but the mother-to-be wasn't done yet. "He hunts his own sister down like a rat, and he tries to kill his own brother-in-law!"

"Ada, that's enough!" Arthur tried to intervene.

"And now he won't even let me have a fucking dance! Not even at a fucking wedding!"

"Sit her down!" John barked out.

"Calm down Ada," Polly kept repeating, trying to soothe her. "Holy Shit. Water, right."

"Not now Ada," Arthur whined, obviously devastated the party was now unavoidably cut short. "Bloody hell, you do pick your times."

Tommy rushed over to Ada placing his coat over her and assisted Pol with leading her out of the vicinity and into the family car.

Maggie turned to her friend, "I have to-"

"Go." Ross finished for her.

Maggie rushed towards her family, who all made their way to the car. "It's too early!" she heard Ada cry out as she was ushered into the vehicle. Maggie too jumped into the front seat next to her brother.

"It'll be ok, love." Polly soothed sliding in next to her, before turning to the driver, "Step on it, Tommy."

OoOoOo

"Freddie," Ada kept repeating as she laid down on the sofa in the small parlor. "I want Freddie!"

"I know," Maggie sighed out uncomfortably, moving a sweaty piece of hair out of her sister's face.

"I can't do it, Mags. I can't do it on my own." Ada whimpered.

The younger girl's heart ached, "Hey, look at me, you can do this," She assured her, "You are so strong, if anyone can do this it'll be you."

Luckily for them, Esme had finally arrived moments later.

"Ada!" They heard Polly scream before she re-entered the home. "They're getting the word out to Freddie. He'll be here, love." She assured her niece, who grunted out as yet another contraction commenced.

"I think it might be the wrong way 'round," Esme told them, "I attended three sisters."

"Yeah, I think you're right," Polly agreed.

Maggie squirmed in place nervously, "What does that mean?"

"We should lean her forward," Esme suggested and Polly nodded, helping Ada up.

"C'mon, it's not that long to go, darling," The aunt encouraged the screaming woman. "Push, two, three!"

"Holy shit," Maggie muttered out, as she watched a new life was making its way out of her sister.

"Keep going, that's it!" Polly cheered before pulling out the baby completely. "It's a boy, Ada," Polly told the exhausted woman over the newborn's cries as Esme cut the cord connecting the mother and son with some old scissors.

Polly cleaned the new baby boy off tenderly with a small rag before returning him to Ada, who was beaming at the small life in her arms. Maggie heard banging from the front entrance and if she had not gotten out of the way fast enough Freddie may have run over her. Maggie smiled at the sight of the little family. The feeling didn't last long though, because the front door opened once again, and she felt herself being pushed aside the wall by a copper. Esme could be heard yelling, the baby boy began to shriek, and Ada sobbed, clinging to her newborn to her chest.

"Freddie!" Ada cried out as the group of officers dragged the new father out of the home.

"Tommy," Polly said darkly before letting out a string of curses in Romany before storming out of the house.

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caesaryoulater · 3 years

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For the Record - Chapter 4

Bucky Barnes x F!Librarian Reader - Musician AU

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Rating: Explicit. 18+ only. Please do no interact if you’re a minor

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: Dinner with Steve and the family goes great, despite some awkwardness. Bucky is having stronger feelings after all of your kindness and can’t help himself.

Content: Language. Some fluff. Anxious Bucky. Smut. Oral (f receiving). Fingering. Vaginal sex.

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Bucky sighs for what seems like at least the fifth time since you got in the car. He’s tapping his hands on the steering wheel. “Everything ok?” He looks over at you as if you woke him from a trance. “Sorry. I just got a bunch of texts before I picked you up from the band and manager. They announced the break up today.” “Oh? How’s that going?” He snorts. “No idea. I haven’t opened any of the messages or looked online.”

“You’re not curious?”

“Yeah, I... It just makes me feel a bit anxious.” You nod, understanding he was likely trying to avoid another panic attack. “I’m pretty anxious about the whole situation,” he confesses. “I’m giving up everything I know. But I also have hated everything I’ve done and known the past few years. I can’t stomach the idea of playing that music again and I have two more months of it.” He stops to take a breath in and sighs it out. “Fuck. Sorry.” You reach over and grab his hand. “Don’t apologize. I’m glad you’re comfortable venting to me.” He squeezes your hand but keeps his eyes forward. “But you have the opportunity to shape your future how you want. You could go solo and write whatever you want. Find a new band. Or even take time off and teach or something. I know some eager kids dying to learn guitar.” You smirk over at him. There had been a few teens asking, but you still hadn’t found a teacher within your budget. And most of them, it wasn’t something their parents could or would spring for. He chuckles. “Teaching?” “Could be something. Probably less pressure. And it’s not like you’d have to do it forever.” If you were being honest with yourself, the suggestion was 100% selfish. It made the likelihood of him staying greater. It meant maybe the two of you could explore whatever is here without the deadline looming over you. “Isn’t that the sign of failure? If you can’t do, teach?” “Depends on how you view failure and success. Something that brings you peace and happiness seems successful to me.” He glances over at you with a grin. “That’s one way of looking at it.” “Besides, you didn’t fail in any sense of the word. You succeeded in what you went after and made a choice to change things up. That takes guts.” He squeezes your hand again and you see a smirk playing on his lips. “How are you so perfect?” “Oh please,” you snort. Your heart flutters. You know he’s not completely serious, and you wouldn’t expect him to be. What an impossible thing to live up to. But no one’s ever said anything like that to you. He pulls into Steve’s driveway. Even though you’re excited, you’re a bit nervous. This is basically like meeting the family. You got along with Steve and Peggy within the walls of the library, as Librarian. Being on their turf, with someone they cared about felt different. The pressure to impress was higher. You were glad you had decided to spend your day baking cookies to bring. “There’s a huge chance this could be extremely awkward. I can’t promise this won’t feel like a dinner with mom and dad instead of friends our age,” Bucky laughs. You have to appreciate he seems to feel some of the same nerves. Once Steve opens the door and invites the two of you in, Bea runs out from the kitchen yelling your name and wrapping her arms around your legs. Luckily, Bucky manages to grab the plate of cookies before you drop them, her force making you stumble a bit. “Hello Miss Bea. Did you get the books I left for you?” She nods enthusiastically. “We read Oona,” she references the book about a young mermaid and her otter companion. “And did you like it?” “I’ve already ordered goggles and a mermaid tail online,” Peggy appears from the kitchen. You give her an apologetic look. “Sorry.” She laughs. “Better than the tattoos I had to get because of this one,” she points at Bucky. He has a smile on his face as Bea wraps arms around his legs in a hug similar to the one she gave you. Bea lets go of Bucky and shows off a fading tattoo of Belle on her arm, a proud grin on her face. You look over at Bucky who just shrugs, also with a proud smirk on his face. He’s clearly already made quite the impression on her. “Oh, I brought some cookies.” You grab the plate from Bucky and pass it to Peggy. Bea’s eyes light up, following the plate as Peggy takes it out to the kitchen. Steve picks her up. “After dinner.” She pouts but nods. “It’s almost done, love bug.” She cuddles into him before he sets her back down. “Thank you, you really didn’t have to bring anything.” “It’s no big deal. Gave me something to do today.” Peggy re-emerges from the kitchen. “Dinner’s ready if you’re hungry.” Bea grabs yours and Bucky’s hands and leads you out to the kitchen. She has you sit on the opposite side of the table as Peggy and Steve; her chair between the two of you. “We’re glad you were able to join us. I don’t think we’ve ever had a double date with Bucky.” Even without looking over at him, you know Bucky is glaring over at Steve. At least he anticipated Steve being a total dad tonight. Bea looks up at you with wide eyes. “Are you Uncle Bucky’s girlfriend?” You open and close your mouth several times, unsure of how to answer. After only a few days, that is definitely not something you’ve discussed. Not even close. As much as you were falling for him, you weren’t even quite ready for that conversation. You can’t imagine that’s anything he wants to think about. You glance over at him, he’s avoiding your gaze, nervous look on his face. Completely impossible to actually read beyond the awkwardness of the situation. Peggy looks over at her daughter with a stern look. “What did we talk about earlier, Beatrice?” She sighs. “No nosy questions.” Peggy nods and gives her another look. Bea scrunches up her face. “I’m sorry.” She looks between you and Bucky, a mix of regret and annoyance on her face. “It’s ok, Bea. You were just curious.” “Anyway,” Steve continues, smirking over at Bea. Something about the look told you that he didn’t have the same views on ‘no nosy questions’ that Peggy had. “You’re welcome any time.” You smile. “Thank you, hopefully we’ll get more opportunities.” You glance over sideways at Bucky, hoping it wasn’t too much. You can make out a small smile. The rest of dinner went better. Bucky seemed a lot more relaxed. Watching him with Bea was a treat too. He was a natural uncle. The right amount of fun and playfulness while still respecting Steve and Peggy. After dinner, Bea tried sneaking more than one cookie. And after some time was successful thanks to her uncle. Probably the only acceptable form of disrespecting her parent’s wishes. Steve caught on quick though, raising an eyebrow but laughing and shaking his head. Once it’s time for Bea to go to bed, you and Bucky excuse yourselves for the night. Steve repeats his offer of having you both over again.

After Steve’s, neither of them brought up what was asked at dinner. He wasn’t sure where she stood, it was hard to figure out her reaction. And he wasn’t quite sure where he was to be honest. He’s not opposed to the idea. But there’s too much to think about. He’ll be gone for at least couple months in a little over a week. He’s not sure what he’s doing after, if he plans on coming back. He decides it’s best to think of it later. Not to get himself worked up now.

Back at her place, she invited him in to watch a movie. It started innocently enough. Cuddling and enjoying another comedy. Something with Will Ferrell. Then she gave him a quick kiss. He pulled her back for another and then they were making out. He couldn’t help himself. Something about everything the past day made taking it slow seem impossible. It wasn’t even just sex, he needed the closeness, the intimacy. Something new for him. His hands make their way under her shirt, smoothing over the soft skin before reaching for the hem to push it up. She pulls back and looks up at him, a playfulness in her eyes. “What happened to taking it slow?” “Do you want me to stop?” She shakes her head and sits up to make removing her shirt easier. His lips return to hers before moving to her jaw. Down her neck as he reaches his hand behind her back to unclasp her bra. He tosses it aside and sits back to look at her. She seems nervous for him to really see her, but he’s not sure why. She’s gorgeous. “So fucking beautiful.” His hands gently trace over her curves before he leans in, pressing his lips between her breasts. She arches her back into him. Her movements and sounds spur him on. With open mouth kisses he makes his way to one breast, tongue flicking over the nipple before bringing it into his mouth then repeating on the other side. Her fingers find his hair, tugging. Soft hums turn into moans and he’s never heard anything more beautiful. He lifts his head to look up at her as he moves to hover over her, laying her back gently. She caresses his face and guides him back to her. Tongues tangling desperately yet deliberately. His hands move to her jeans, unbuttoning and pushing them off her hips. She’s all too happy to lift them, get rid of the extra fabric. She lets out a whine as he pulls away to remove them from her ankles and toss them aside. Fuck she looked beautiful. The quickie in his car didn’t leave him enough time to truly admire her; most of their clothes had stayed on. He stands up off the couch before kneeling down. He reaches for her hips and pulls her towards the edge. The giggle she lets out makes him grin. He could listen to it all day. Hooking his fingers around the waistband, he tugs her panties down slowly then spreads her legs so she’s completely bare to him. Her legs push against his hands a bit, wanting to close out of embarrassment. He gently pushes them back, one hand moving to her center. “So pretty,” he grazes his fingers over her. She’s already so wet. He presses kisses up one of her thighs all the way to her center. He kisses her slit before he starts licking at her folds. Slowly, testing how she reacts. She sighs out and he looks up through his lashes to make eye contact before diving in. “F-fuck. Bucky-“ she cries out, hands flying to his hair. There’s nothing he’d rather hear than the sounds she’s making right now. Especially the ones she makes as he sucks on her clit. Quickies on the road didn’t usually lead to really pleasuring women, a lot of times due to his own selfishness, and he really wanted to savor it. Savor her. Taking a quick breath of air, he starts rubbing circles with his fingers. Slowly, he sinks one into her, watching her reaction. Her head rolls back and hips rock against his hand. With a smirk, he brings his lips back to her clit and pumps in and out of her. He adds another finger. He knows he’s hitting the right spot when her cries get more high pitched “Fuck fuck fuck.” She cries out curses and his name, rocking her hips down to meet him. He continues fucking into her until she starts jerking away. He hovers over her, lips still shiny with her slick. She grabs his wrist, sucking his fingers into her mouth. His jaw falls open. “Shit... you are so fucking sexy.” He captures her mouth with his, kissing her breathless. How the hell did he get so lucky? How did he manage to trick someone so compassionate and sexy to take any kind of interest in him? She reaches for the button on his jeans and he’s suddenly very aware of how clothed he is. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side. His jeans already unbuttoned and unzipped thanks to her. “So eager.” He reaches for his wallet in his back pocket, grabbing out a condom before tossing it aside. He makes quick work of kicking off his jeans and rolling the condom down his length. Just as quickly, he’s in front of her again, lining himself with her entrance. Slowly, he rolls his hips forward, pressing into her inch by inch.

Shit. He feels so good. Once he’s fully inside you, he stills his hips and leans in to kiss you. You try moving your hips against his but he holds them down, smirking against your lips.

“Please- fuck.” “Please what?” He smirks at you, hands gripping you tighter. “Fuck me.” He gladly obliges. You definitely hadn’t been expecting this at the beginning of the night. Not even when you got back to your place. You’re vaguely aware of the movie in the background now. It hadn’t been on long when you decided to kiss him. You were enjoying the night, had a great time at Steve’s, loved just being with him. When he pulled you in for another kiss, it caught you off guard, but in a good way. Then it escalated. And god, were you glad it did. He pulls out and you whine at the empty feeling. Yanking you up off the couch, he flips you around so you’re leaning against the back of the couch. He grabs your hips again, pulling them towards him as he kneels behind you.

He slides back into you easily, not giving you a chance to adjust before he picks back up his pace. You move your hips back to meet his thrusts. With a soft chuckle, he leans over and presses a kiss on your shoulder. He makes his way across your shoulder. Up your neck. To your earlobe, tugging it gently with his teeth. He slides a hand from your hip to between your legs, rubbing small circles. The other arm wraps around you, hand resting softly on your throat. No pressure. Just holding you closer to him. His lips are back on your neck; licking, sucking, nibbling. All the of the sensations at once are almost too much in the best way possible. Your legs are trembling, you’re almost there. “S-so close,” your voice barely above whisper. He doesn’t let up; getting you closer and closer until you’re tipped over the edge. His thrusts get sloppier and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, pressing open mouth kisses. “Fuck,” he growls out, hand reaching out to the back of the couch to steady himself. His head drops to your back as he catches his breath, kissing your spine. After a few seconds his breathing stills and he pulls out and goes to the kitchen to dispose of the condom. You lay on your stomach and watch him. It amazes you how quickly you’re getting used to having him around. Watching him walk around your place naked isn’t an experience you’ve had before, but it feels almost familiar. It feels right. He walks back around the counter, smirking. “What?” You sit up and shake your head. “Nothing.” He reaches out for your hand and pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you. The skin-on-skin contact makes you want to jump him again. Your thigh rubs against him, he’s half hard already. He grabs your ass, pressing you closer to him. His other hand reaches for your face, caressing your cheek, a smirk on his lips. “I hope you don’t plan on getting much sleep tonight.”

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Thoughts on ST4 Promo Pics

Did anyone else think Eddie would be younger? When I heard that new characters had been announced and I looked up information and saw that he would be the leader of the D&D club at Hawkins High I pictured him being closer to Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Will’s age then Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan’s. I’m excited that Suzie is back! I feel like Dustin is going to be mad when he finds out that Will, Mike, and Jonathan got into Suzie’s room before he did LOL! I’m interested to see how the California gang plus Mike manage to get past her super relgious Mormon parents to talk to her as its been established that if they ever found out she was dating Dustin they’d have a cow.

I’m also dying to know how Joyce winds up splitting off from the rest of the California group and going to Russia with Murray to rescue Hopper. I want to see them reunite, but leaving her kids to go find him after they’ve been shot at doesn’t seem like something she would do so something must happen that results in them getting split up. I’m hoping we’ll see Murray and Erica interact more because her comments in Season 3 cracked me up! I’m also interested to see the relationship between El, Will, Jonathan, and Joyce this season. They will all have been living as a family in California for several months when we return and I’m excited to see that dynamic. How will they talk about each other?

Do El, Will, and Jonathan refer to each other as siblings? Do they all call Joyce Mom? Or do they continue adressing each other the way they have in the past and only refer to each other that way in front of other people for safety or simplicity’s sake? Also, El looks really tired and worn down in the promo pics. I think they’re all going to need a vacation from their vacation by the time Spring Break is over. I can’t wait to see Hopper and Joyce back on screen together! I’ve really missed them. They are by far my favourite pairing on the show. I’m really hoping we’ll get to see them reconnect and actually get together for real this season. I’ll be interested to see how that changes things for Season 5 as that likely means Hopper will move to California after the events of Season 4 to parent El and date Joyce which will change the household dynamic quite a bit.

If my math is correct Jonathan, Nancy, and Robin should all be heading off to college and university in the fall which will also change the dynamic in the Byers-Hopper household. They’ve established that it’s been Jonathan’s dream to go to NYU for photography since he was 6 so I think that’s likely where he’ll end up going. Based on her internship in Season 3 it looks like Nancy will most likely go for journalism and based on her love of languages I think Robin is likely to go for linguistics or something travel related. I’m curious to see how they handle Steve’s predicament about the future because it’s all well and good for Steve to be working at Scoops Ahoy for the summer after graduation and the video store while Robin is in her last year of high school, but it’s quite another for him to be left behind in Hawkins working dead end jobs for the rest of his life while everyone else goes off to college and university and moves on.

They’re going to have to find some way to address that this season because otherwise that creates a very sad ending and trajectory for Steve which he does not deserve. Today someone in Steve’s position could simply do a victory lap or what used to be known as Grade 13 here in Canada to upgrade his courses and reapply, but I have no idea if that’s an option in the United States or what year that option became available. I’m excited to see the Hawkins gang using a computer for the first time! While we’ve seen computers in the previous seasons this is the first time they seem to be featured prominently which makes sense given the time period. I’m also super excited to see Nancy and Robin become friends! Having read the book about Robin’s backstory I would love to see them talk about Barb and for them to have a heart to heart about Steve.

I’m interested to see if Robin will share the fact that she likes girls not boys with Nancy. I could see it coming up if Nancy thought that the reason Robin wasn’t dating Steve was because of her and the fact that they used to date and Robin telling her that’s not it. I’m really excited to see the two of them hang out! It would also be cool to see Steve and Robin get more friends their own age or closer to it and I love the idea of Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy being friends and fighting monsters together. Did Nancy loan Robin those clothes that we see them wear at the jail? Because that is not an outfit that Robin would normally wear. Why do they have to conceal their identities?

Also can we talk about the hair and the clothing this season?!?! Just based on the promo pics alone this season looks wild! We’re getting into that era of bad eighties hair and even more garish clothing! I love it but I also hate it at the same time. I’m not sure who Dustin, Lucas, and Erica are talking to, but other keen eyed fans pointed out that it looks like they’re using a Lite Brite possibly to communicate with others. I’m excited to see more of Lucas and Erica’s dynamic this season and I’ll be curious to see if Holly becomes more of a full fledged character in Season 4. I’m also curious to know if and how El will get her powers back and whether or not Will’s sexuality will be explored.

I think there’s a lot of potential to explore some interesting terrority about being gay in the eighties, how Robin and Will’s experiences would differ, and the HIV/AIDS epidemic without being preachy or over doing it. Will is known for being dramatic at times and feeling things very deeply so I feel like it would fit for his character for him to clue the others into how he’s feeling and what he may have discovered about himself since moving to California in a big speech or outburst. It would be interesting to see El’s reaction versus everyone else’s because she grew up at the lab she doesn’t have the kind of societal conditioning around homophobia, racism etc. that the other characters do.

I could see a situation in which Will tells the others how he’s feeling and El is confused as to what the big deal is and Mike has to find a way to explain it to her without insulting or upsetting Will and potentially Robin and Steve by extension. It would also be interesting to see Hopper’s reaction if they do make Will canonically gay as police officers are not typically very friendly towards gay people, but most cops also wouldn’t go to the lengths that Hopper has to find and save Will, protect and take care of El, and help keep the rest of the kids safe. We also know that Hopper spent part of his career after he was discharge from the military as a homicide detective in New York City. NYC has long had a large gay community and that’s something that Hopper would be aware of.

It’s also been established that when he puts his mind to something he’s very good at getting to the bottom of things and working things out. Which means in all likelihood if Will is gay Hopper probably already knows or at least suspects that that’s the case, but hasn’t said anything so as not to out him. I’d love to see the reactions of all the characters really because Hawkins is a small town and calling someone a gay slur as an insult was pretty common in the eighties and it’s likely each character would have a very different reaction depending on how that kind of thing is or isn’t talked about at home. Something else I’m really hoping for, as impossible as it might be, is for Steve and Robin to both get great new love interests this season. My hope is that maybe we see some new characters that are in town visiting relatives over spring break and that Steve and Robin can finally find people who are capable of loving them back and are a good fit for them. Fingers crossed!

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #strangers things 4 spoilers #stranger things spoilers #stranger things speculation

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spellsthename · 3 years

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~Spring Quarantine Study Challenge~

Well... I don’t know about you guys, but I’m still doing university from my childhood bedroom. So to keep myself and you guys accountable I have created another challenge! This challenge is going to be 110 days long! Feel free to do prompts you like, all of them, some of them, or just follow the tag for the adventure! I can’t wait to read what you have all posted!

Alright, now that I have everybody up to date on how this is going to pan out let’s get to the nitty gritty of what exactly we are going to be doing! There is going to be new prompts each weekday and similar reflective posts on Saturday and Sunday!

Tags for this challenge are going to be #SpringQuarantineStudyChallenge #SQSC #heyspell-studies and anything you’d like to add! Feel free to @spell-studies and tag me with #heyspell-studies

~I’m going to do a read more so I don’t overwhelm your scrolling lol~

1. Mon. Jan. 25: Welcome back to another challenge! What are your goals?

2. Tue. Jan 26: What classes are you taking this semester?

3. Wed. Jan 27: what are you most excited for this semester/challenge?

4. Thur. Jan 28: Wanna post a work space pic?

5. Fri. Jan 29: TGIF what’s today’s ~vibe~?

6. Sat. Jan 30: How did this week go for you?

7. Sun. Jan 31: What’s the plan for next week?

8. Mon. Feb. 1: Favorite studyblr tip/quote?

9. Tue. Feb. 2: Shelfie!

10. Wed. Feb. 3: What are you doing as a study break today? Post a pic!

11. Thur. Feb. 4: Why did you join studyblr?

12. Fri. Feb. 5: Currently reading?

13. Sat. Feb. 6: How did this week go for you?

14. Sun. Feb. 7: What’s the plan for next week?

15. Mon. Feb. 8: Did you have a nice weekend? Did you take a good rest?

16. Tue. Feb. 9: Small goals this week?

17. Wed. Feb. 10: guilty pleasure show!

18. Thur. Feb. 11: How do you manage your time?

19. Fri. Feb. 12: Give yourself three compliments!

20. Sat. Feb. 13: How did this week go for you?

21. Sun. Feb. 14: What’s the plan for next week? (also can I be ur Valentine!?)

22. Mon. Feb. 15: Currently listening to!

23. Tue. Feb. 16: Favorite study app? (or any app it’s your blog!)

24. Wed. Feb. 17: Cozy corner, what makes you feel cozy?

25. Thur. Feb. 18: Do you exercise? Do you have a favorite type?

26. Fri. Feb. 19: Tag some friends and write them a little note!

27. Sat. Feb. 20: How did this week go for you?

28. Sun. Feb. 21: What’s the plan for next week?

29. Mon. Feb. 22: What is your study style?

30. Tue. Feb. 23: Do you study in your pajamas?

31. Wed. Feb. 24: What is your favorite doodle? Show us!

32. Thur. Feb. 25: Cursive or print?

33. Fri. Feb. 26: Handwritten or typed notes?

34. Sat. Feb. 27: How did this week go for you?

35. Sun. Feb. 28: What’s the plan for next week?

36. Mon. March 1: How do you prep for class?

37. Tue. March 2: Blue or black ink?

38. Wed. March 3: Favorite type of self care?

39. Thur. March 4: How do you stay motivated for school?

40. Fri. March 5: What is your favorite vice?

41. Sat. March 6: How did this week go for you?

42. Sun. March 7: What’s the plan for next week?

43. Mon. March 8: Planner, bullet journal or?

44. Tue. March 9: To- do list!

45. Wed. March 10: Hydration station, how are you hydrating today?

46. Thur. March 11: have you ever tried a study tracker?

47. Fri. March 12: When was the last time you really treated yourself?

48. Sat. March 13: How did this week go for you?

49. Sun. March 14: What’s the plan for next week?

50. Mon. March 15: Halfway! Goal check in how are you doing?

51. Tue. March 16: Share your to read list!

52. Wed. March 17: Share what you have read!

53. Thur. March 18: Shameless self promo! Drop your handles!

54. Fri. March 19: Any new goals?

55. Sat. March 20: How did this week go for you?

56. Sun. March 21: What’s the plan for next week?

57. Mon. March 22: What are you grateful for today?

58. Tue. March 23: What are you proud of yourself for?

59. Wed. March 24: Favorite sweet?

60. Thur. March 25: What makes you happy?

61. Fri. March 26: What are your strengths?

62. Sat. March 27: How did this week go for you?

63. Sun. March 28: What’s the plan for next week?

64. Mon. March 29: What is your weakness?

65. Tue. March 30: Can’t pour from an empty cup! How do you refill your cup?

66. Wed. March 31: What was the last compliment you got?

67. Thur. April 1: When do you feel most at peace?

68. Fri. April 2: Who do you admire?

69. Sat. April 3: How did this week go for you?

70. Sun. April 4: What’s the plan for next week?

71. Mon. April 5: What does your ideal work day look like?

72. Tue. April 6: What does your ideal off day look like?

73. Wed. April 7: Where do you see yourself in six months?

74. Thur. April 8: How would somebody else describe you?

75. Fri. April 9: What does your best life look like?

76. Sat. April 10: How did this week go for you?

77. Sun. April 11: What’s the plan for next week?

78. Mon. April 12: City or country living?

79. Tue. April 13: Paper books or e-readers?

80. Wed. April 14: Favorite study beverage?

81. Thur. April 15: What are your hobbies?

82. Fri. April 16: Favorite smell?

83. Sat. April 17: How did this week go for you?

84. Sun. April 18: What’s the plan for next week?

85. Mon. April 19: What language are you (or do you want to) learn?

86. Tue. April 20: Do you play any instruments?

87. Wed. April 21: When are you most comfortable?

88. Thur. April 22: Are you extroverted or introverted?

89. Fri. April 23: How do you handle life requirements outside of school?

90. Sat. April 24: How did this week go for you?

91. Sun. April 25: What’s the plan for next week?

92. Mon. April 26: Where would you study abroad if you could go anywhere?

93. Tue. April 27: Warm bubble bath or stress relieving shower after studying?

94. Wed. April 28: Favorite study snack?

95. Thur. April 29: Do you best in the morning or the evening?

96. Fri. April 30: Would you consider yourself a romantic?

97. Sat. May 1: How did this week go for you?

98. Sun. May 2: What’s the plan for next week?

99. Mon. May 3: Favorite book?

100! Tue. May 4: View from your window!

101. Wed. May 5: Give some advice to younger studyblrs!

102. Thur. May 6: What time does your alarm go off?

103. Fri. May 7: Do you like to write?

104. Sat. May 8:How did this week go for you?

105. Sun. May 9: What’s the plan for next week?

106. Mon. May 10: Almost done! Take a peek at your goals how’d you do?

107. Tue. May 11: Game plan for final exams?

108. Wed. May 12: How are you managing finals?

109. Thur. May 13: Hopeful! What’s your plan for break?

110! Fri. May 14: All done! Pat yourself on the back! What have you learned and/or what are you proud of!

#SQSC #spring quarantine fall challenge #studyblr challenge #studyblr #studyspo #study motivation #study #studying #studygram #study notes #aesthetic #study 100 challenge #notes #study challenge #spring semester #winter quarter #spring quarter #prompts #cici speaks

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thelivebookproject · 3 years

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Talking Books With @aliteraryprincess!

[What is this and how can I participate?]

This is the interview number 50!!!!!!!!

I’m so excited, I really can’t believe we’ve reached such a high number... or that we’ve got so many interviews left. Thank you, everyone.

Today we chat with the Fairytale Expert Extraordinaire, although she can also school you on Victorian Literature should the need arouse. Enjoy.

Important note: I haven’t changed or edited any of the answers. I’ve only formatted the book titles so they were clearer, but nothing else. Because I’m incapable of shutting up, my comments are between brackets and in italics, so you can distinguish them clearly.

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[Image description: a square titled “Know the blogger”. Name & pronouns: Elizabeth, she/her; country: United States; three adjectives to describe her: serious, shy & trustworthy]

1. What is a (funny, curious, etc) anecdote about something book related that has happened to you?

For a book-related anecdote...hmm. One of my favorites occurred while I was in the master's program in Lancaster, UK. I took a class called "Place and Person in Early Modern Literature." We were studying Thomas Pott's The Wonderful Discovery of Witches in the County of Lancaster right around Halloween (just for some background, Lancaster was the site of the Pendle Witch Trials, which are some of the best known witch trials in the UK). My professor decided to take us on a field trip to Lancaster Castle and she got permission for us to have class in the dungeon where the witches were held while awaiting trial. So we sat in this medieval dungeon, reading the book out loud by candlelight while the wind howled outside. It was incredibly eerie and so much fun! It's one of my favorite memories from grad school, and definitely one of my favorite bookish stories.

[This must have been awesome!! What an incredible professor, what an incredible class!]

2. If you were to switch places with one random character, which one would it be (does not have to the main, super minor characters are fine as well)?

This is always a hard question because bad things usually happen to the characters in the books I read, and I don’t want bad things to happen to me. I’d probably go with a character in a Jane Austen book, like Elizabeth Bennet or Emma Woodhouse. Actually, definitely Emma. It would be nice to be handsome, clever, and rich. If I were Elizabeth, I’d have to deal with having Mrs. Bennet for a mother...

[Yes, but Emma marries a man 16 years older than her who admits he started loving her when she was 13... I liked Knightley up until that moment.

But true, Emma has way better life prospects than Lizzie, even if Lizzie marries The Love Interest par excellence. And by being Emma, one can avoid both Mrs Bennet and Lydia!! Very important for one's well-being, in my humble opinion.]

3. Do you use NetGalley or similar websites for reading ARCs?

I just started using NetGalley this year, and I really like it. I've gotten access to some really great books so far and some new releases that I've been excited for.

4. First book that comes to your mind when I say "spring"?

Chalice by Robin McKinley. It’s very focused on nature and bees, which just screams spring to me.

5. Absolute favourite character ever?

I would say my favorite character ever (if I really had to pick only one...it's so hard) is Sansa Stark from A Song of Ice and Fire.

Free space!

I suppose I'll leave things off with some recommendations for books that I don't think get enough attention.

The Girls at 17 Swann Street by Yara Zgheib is a beautiful and harrowing look at a woman's recovery from anorexia and it is the best book I've read this year. It's a difficult read, but absolutely worth it.

All the Ever Afters by Danielle Teller is a historical retelling of Cinderella focused on the stepmother's story. It features a Cinderella character who is coded as on the autism spectrum, which I thought was fantastic, and overall it's an amazing retelling.

Or What You Will by Jo Walton, which was just released this year. It's fantasy metafiction and one of the most delightful fantasy novels I've read in a while.

[This year = 2020, the year the interview took place in]

You can follow her at @aliteraryprincess, on her website, and on Goodreads.

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Thank you Elizabeth! This was lovely.

Next interview: Saturday, 27th of February

#talking books with #booklr #thelivebookproject #february 2021

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etjwrites · 3 years

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OC Backstory - Emotion Edition - Week 0: Introduction

Week 1: Fear || Week 2: Joy || Week 3: Disgust || Week 4: Sadness || Week 5: Anger || Week 6: Courage ||

HELLOOOOO WRITEBLR!!! I'm super excited to be participating in this spring's @yourocsbackstory event. I don't do a lot of writing events/challenges due to level of interest/time constraints, but this one has sparked my imagination from its first iteration, and I always get some great pieces of writing out of it, as well as finding new stories and writeblrs to connect with.

Last time I participated I focused on my villain from my current WIP, Zora, but this round, I'm going with the love interest, Brom! I really need to flesh him out more so this is how I'm doing it 😅

Write a scene or a monologue, where your character introduces themself to the reader, or to a random, friendly stranger. (c) Have them stuck in a police interrogation (guilty or not...)

(This one is not *technically* backstory, as it happens during the events of the novel, but it is a “deleted scene” of sorts, in that it is referenced, but never explored in detail.)

“Please state your full name and occupation for the records.”

Brom looked at Tajon in disbelief. “Sir, you know who I am.”

“For the records, lad,” Tajon repeated, and the chronicler behind him adjusted his glasses in a sort of “get on with it” manner.

Brom stuffed his hands into his pockets to keep from fidgeting. “Bromleigh Stableton. I paint, sir, and draw.”

“By your own admission you were at the ruins when the spy approached you.”

“She's not a spy,” Brom said, “I told you, she's the princess.”

“I know you think that, lad, but you've been deceived. Have you ever met this woman before today?”

Brom flushed. “Yessir.”

“And did you believe this woman to be Bytheinia's lost princess on any of those occasions?”

Brom nodded.

“Aloud, if you please.”

“Aye, I believed her to be the princess from the moment we met.”

“Then why did you not immediately make your concerns known to Her Majesty?”

Brom sank lower into the hard wooden chair. “I didn't have time. The enemy found us and gave chase, and when I looked behind me, she had disappeared.”

“Back to her queendom, no doubt. It is likely the prince orchestrated the affair to make you sympathetic to this spy, thus prompting you to be agreeable to her plan of sneaking into the palace.”

“That was my idea, not hers,” Brom protested. “I thought things would be less overwhelming that way.”

“Or you wanted to be a hero and redeem your family's tarnished reputation. The person who could return our lost princess would forever be remembered in Bytheinia's histories, not to mention the accolades the Queen has promised to any who could reunite her family once more.” Tajon stepped forward, looming over Brom. “That's quite alluring for a young man like you.”

“My family's name isn't tarnished, and I have no need of fame or glory. I simply wanted to do my duty.”

Tajon withdrew a little black book from within his blue officer's jacket. “According to the reports in here”—he tapped the book with a gloved finger—“you were seen traipsing around the city with this girl for hours before you attempted to breach the palace. That doesn't sound like a man who simply wanted to do his duty.”

The tips of Brom's ears burned. A hot flushed suffused his face, and he found he could no longer look Tajon in the eye. “She's the princess. I'm the son of the former stable master. I knew once she got to the palace I'd probably never speak to her again. I only wanted a few hours to remember her by.”

“And your foolish youthful desires meant that you led a spy though our city—into our most sacred places! Who knows what sort of damage she could have done with that knowledge if Aton and I hadn't apprehended you.”

“But she is the lost princess, you must believe me!”

“I've heard those exact words more times than you have years, lad. A pretty face deceived you, it happens to the best of us. Well, I think you've told me all you know. I shall remand you to your brother's custody once he finishes his shift. Your belongings will be returned at that time as well. Until then, sit here here and think about how close you came to helping a spy assassinate our queen. This interrogation is over.”

Tajon slid the book back into his jacket and straightened the garment before leaving the room and locking it behind him.

Brom looked at the sunlight coming in through the window and groaned. It would still be another few hours until Quartus was relieved of guard duty. He hoped Candi was alright. He couldn't bear it if something happened to her.

And that's where we end for now! The other backstory prompts will be more firmly set before the events of Afallon, but this WIP adjacent scene was a nice way to jump into Brom's POV to kick things off.

Tag Crew: @adie-dee @bbcalamity @catharticallysarcastic @francestroublr

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minnochu · 4 years

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Lustrous (pt. 20)

Hybrid!Kook x f!Reader AU

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Pt 17 | Pt 18 | Pt 19 | Pt 20 | Pt 21

Warning: A little non-con if you think about it.

You have to commend Seokjin, for sitting through the obvious awkward tension between you and Jungkook. There was nothing wrong with Jungkook shoving you with the intent to make you fall to the ground, after learning how to slap out when falling on your back. It was shits and giggles at first, because how could you really take him seriously?

You could only swear Jungkook was ready to leave the country when the warlock instructed him to get on top of you. The two of you were walked through basic positions like full mount, side control, and half guard, and how to maneuver from each. It was very unlikely that you’d have to fight like this, given you were about to fight a whole clan of witches and warlocks. Although, it was still knowledge that you were grateful to learn in the event that maybe just maybe you would be knocked off your feet and onto your back.

Or maybe Seokjin just wanted to have fun knowing both of your true feelings for each other and got off on exploiting it to the fullest. Embarrass the shit out of you both, obviously.

Your instructions were to get the wolf on his back in a full mount while he started off in half guard and was instructed to resist and move into a full mount. What could possibly go wrong, really? Jungkook and his superhuman strength, and your lack there of. Was this really a good exercise when every possible dirty scenario distracted both of you.

Seokjin couldn’t have been that dense to not notice the flush of your cheeks and the way your eyes could barely look at the other. Certainly the other wolves inside couldn’t have missed the trace of attraction and excitement. Even Jungkook must have smelled it rolling off of you.

Not that you stood any chance against the hybrid’s brute strength anyways. Even with the instructions to hold back, this was Jungkook he was trying to instruct.

You were pinned within seconds, his legs on both of your sides. The same fate repeated with you starting on top and landing swiftly on your back once Seokjin gave the go ahead.

“Ah… you really got me good,” You drawl as you finish up the day with spells, both offensive and defensive. Plopping down on the grass beside the wolf, you both sit in comfortable silence while replenishing yourselves with water.

He sits silently beside you, tending to his own drink, although not saying a word in response. Curious, you glance over to his form beside you. The wolf anticipates your actions and quickly turns to look away, but the scarlet shade that colors the tips of his ears are bright and noticeable.

“What’s wrong? Are you embarrassed about the little exercise we had to go through today?” you tease to his disdain.

“Don’t act like you weren’t any less distracted, letting me pin you down so easily, are you actually a pervert?” He accuses back, although the flush on his face is darker and spreads to his cheeks now that he faces you, “I can’t believe I’ve been letting a pervert sleep in my bed…”

“You act like you don’t end up crawling into bed with me by the end of the night,” You scoff, though the playful lilt is still there, “What am I supposed to even do against your supernatural strength, hello?”

The boy makes a face, his expression twisted but you know that you’re technically right; given that he’s always adamant on sleeping on the floor and is found curled around you in the morning. You’re not sure if he does it knowingly, or just unconsciously finds your sleeping form and seeks out your warmth. That didn’t even make sense. His skin had to be multiple times warmer than yours. Especially when he almost always sleep in his wolf form, not mention with pounds of fur on his body with plenty of heat.

“...so what are you planning on doing?” He later asks after you both have taken a shower, dinner long past and gone, and you’re currently lounging on his bed with a spell textbook.

“What do you mean?” You shoot back, laying on your stomach as he takes a seat on the other side of the bed.

He makes a gesture with his hands, and you’re just even more confused by his vagueness.

“Your coven,” He finally relents.

You wonder that too. Was it even right to call it your coven, when all you experienced for much of your childhood was endless loathing and ostracization. Were you really a part of the Blackwells, the people who had also killed your mother and used her body against you?

You were bound to face them after all. They were going to keep coming after you with the intent to kill. What were gonna do? Talk them out of it? Were you going to avenge your mother? If they stayed alive… they’d continue to go after you and even hurt Jungkook the same way those bounty hunters had.

“I’m not quite sure… I don’t want to keep hiding and running away… and I don’t want to keep putting you and the others in danger because of me…”

He scoffs.

“You’re mistaken if you think a little wolfsbane was gonna take me out. Hurt like a bitch, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.”

You frown, “I don’t want it to happen again, at my expense.”

“Will you be fine… if it means having to kill?” he mumbles after a brief silence, watching as you flip through the pages.

“I don’t have that kind of a resolve… I don’t think… I know talking won’t mean anything… but that kind of thing might be inevitable.”

Jungkook nods thoughtfully. If it really came down to it, he wondered if you could do it. He wondered if no one had stopped you, would you have gone through with your massive magical skill and killed both Seol and Suho? You held no killing intent, nor did he think you were ready to handle the weight on your shoulders at the thought of having taken someone’s life. It would ruin you.

“Ah…. I’m feeling nervous…” You sigh, rubbing your palms together, “Practicing it is one thing, but having someone coming at you and actually hell-bent on killing you is another. And facing spells instead of animated mothers and weaponized hunters and an out of control hybrid, seems foreign.”

The wolf shot you a dirty look for that last one. But you had a right to be nervous. The Blackwells were notorious, they were known to be both powerful and skilled. It’s no wonder they would not want their name tarnished by a witch who couldn’t siphon from her own innate magic and had to steal from others.

Should he do it?

There was no telling the future, but his gut felt heavy with nerves and dread.

“I’ll tell you what,” he started hesitantly, gaining your attention effectively, “We survive your family, and I’ll let you in on my secret.”

Secret?

His eyes flashed knowingly. A quick glare of his ocean hue and you figured he was referring to the identity of his imprintee.

Oh.

“Are you sure? Now that I think about it… I don’t think I should know…” You say suddenly, to his apparent surprise. If it was really someone else and he knew who it was exactly, what were you going to do with your feelings. Just the very thought was heart wrenching. You were getting so comfortable, feeling like home finally, having a place and family to return to and experience the ups and downs of life with. And yet here you were, dreading the thought that Jungkook was just out of your reach despite being right there sitting beside you.

The frustration is evident in the way his eyebrows furrow, the scrunch of his nose, and the frown that crosses his mouth.

“Make up your damn mind, you kept running away ‘cause I wouldn’t tell you, and now I’m gonna tell you if we survive,” He sighs aggravatedly.

“Yes but now I’m saying you don’t have to worry about it because it’s not my business!” You snap back with just as much fervor, “And stop saying if! We’re going to survive you ass.”

He reaches to flick your forehead when his digit hits a hardened surface, clicking his tongue when you smirk triumphantly at your success in guarding your forehead with a crystallized shield that hovers just before it.

“Stupid witch,” the wolf grumbles.

You raise a brow at that, “Oh? That’s new. But I’d prefer the term siphoner, given that I’m a mutant after all.”

He snorts.

As the night grows later and he’s preparing his bag for the next day of school, your head falls onto your crossed arms. Eyes closed from studying spells and skills, you hum as you listen carefully to his footfalls on the wooden floor. The boards whine and creak before the mattress shifts and dips, springs squealing at the added weight.

“Hey, get some rest already, you’ve gone through enough training today,” He mutters, grabbing the book and closing it. Stretching his arm, he reaches over your body to toss the book on his desk, but not before your voice startles him.

Murmuring, voice no more than a whisper, wistful and almost dreamy as you instinctively shift closer to his heat.

“Say, you tasted my blood…”

The word is almost like a trigger. His mind races, nearly choking on his own spit at the immediate mental image of you both in the forest. Heart beating right out of his chest. Your scent invading his senses. The excitement in both your scent and the loud pounding of your heart, urging him to continue. The way his mouth salivated at the thought of your blood, his stomach near growling in anticipation of having not been satiated with it’s required monthly intake at that time.

How could he forget? Not when he felt dread fill his very core when he’d gone too far and nearly drank past what was healthy.

“Did you like it? You didn’t look quite happy about drinking the pig’s blood caprisun the other day.”

You giggle, having noticed the twitch in his brows in recognition of the liquid at that time.

“What the hell are you on about?” He grumbles finally, although he’s at odds with himself because of course not. Not one transitioned vampire would enjoy being a vegetarian vamp after having a taste of human blood, or another vampire’s in a hybrid’s case.

To answer...

Of course not. Not when your blood tasted like liquid gold on his tongue. His mind went haywire the second just a drop of the sanguine liquid had hit his appendage, scent permeating the air and sending him into hazed fury of sucking your wrist dry.

If he had no control, he’d have killed you then. If he had no control, you lying on his bed, defenseless and unknowing, would have him pouncing on you in seconds to just get another taste.

You don’t respond, having already entered the blissful embrace of sleep. His eyes soften as he lets his fingers drop and brush over your wrist, grazing the area he’d drawn from.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’ve secretly put a spell on me, you idiot witch,” He drawls, letting his gaze drag over your arm, along the curve of your shoulder, before settling on your neck.

Dizzy.

He can’t help himself. Maybe the nerves are getting to him the longer your situation draws longer. What were the Blackwells planning? Why not send someone of their own to do the job, rather than hire other beings who had nothing to do with their personal vendetta against you.

“Fuck,” He mutters as he does little to resist his urge to shove his face in the crook of your neck. Curse the way you so coincidentally shift in your sleep, just enough to tease the supple flesh of your neck, curving and arching as you turn your head over and reveal more and more.

His eyes flash dangerously. Marine hues glaring down greedily at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, trailing upwards towards your ear. Tongue peeking out of his lips, gliding over his bottom lip before scraping underneath the sharp tip of his canine. It was a soft reminder of his intentions.

This was not about your blood.

No, he thought with a sigh, leaning down to breathe in much of your scent. Warm vanilla and him. It was only faint, a possessive growl leaving his throat. Rolling around in the grass today drenched you in Jungkook’s scent, he oddly liked it. The shower had washed much of his smell away, but it lingered. It lingered as you lay in his bed, wearing his shirt because it comforted you in some way after all the things you’ve been through (despite his protest that you had your own clothes to wear). He secretly bathed in the fact, and sight, that you wore his shirt.

It was like his own temporary mark on you. He could do it now, his wolf thought. Then the scent would stay longer and stronger, no one could approach you. Not those vampires, not those wendigos. Who would dare approach the mate of a hybrid?

That sounded tempting. Little of his self control holding him back now, fingers curling into his bed sheets, so much that his knuckles pale and the fabric nearly ripped under the tension.

Lips parting, he watches the wave of goosebumps rise over your skin once his warm breath washes over. You tense at the sensation, humming in your sleep before relaxing once more.

His mouth parts, exposing his canines as he lowers his face into your neck, nose brushing against your hair. Blood rushes to his cheeks, savoring your mixed scent as he laves his tongue contently over your skin.

The tip of his fang scratches over the surface and he has to keep himself from keening as just the slight touch makes his senses burst. He’s tempted to bite down fully, sink his canines further, permanently make you his, when you sigh and he freezes.

“Ju—ngkook…” you whisper softly, making his whole body burn with adoration at your voice calling for him.

His clouded mind clears and he sits up immediately, covering his mouth with his arm.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck indeed when his pack mates stare at him pensively in the morning. The scent is clear as day. No mark, thank gods, but it’s awfully clear that he’d tried marking you last night. Yoongi is the most prominent expression out of them all, his eyes flashing a warning gold hue at the youngest when you joined them.

“I don’t wanna know,” the second eldest grit out after the meal while you were getting ready to leave with the three youngest members. He’d dragged the hybrid to the side, glaring accusingly at him. “But why the fuck would you mark her?! She doesn’t even know you imprinted on her. What if you couldn’t have stopped yourself? What if you suddenly awakened your other side and sucked her empty?!”

“Hyung relax, we’re lucky it was just a graze,” Namjoon steps in, expression stoic as he places a gentle hand on the elder wolf, “Punishable, but he was able to control himself at the very least and not leave a mark.”

Just one look from the leader of their pack is enough make the hybrid whimper.

Jungkook bit his lip. He’d gotten too ahead of himself.

Yoongi saw this and let his expression melt.

“I know you’re getting impatient aren’t you? A little bold, given that you were dodging her questions about who you imprinted on just days ago,” He teased, “I guess I commend you for stopping.”

The hybrid knew he wouldn’t have if you hadn’t breathed his name out last night. He would’ve kept going, just like that time in the forest, and that scares him. It was impossible, the amount of power you hold against him. The ability to captivate him and put him in a frenzy one second, and calm him and ground him back to reality the next.

“Come on Jungkook, we’re gonna head to school without you.”

Your voice immediately snatches his attention, allowing one last glance at his scolding elders before joining you and Jimin and Taehyung. The two sharing a knowing smirk with him.

“Can’t believe you beat me to it once again,” the vampire sighs dramatically, causing you to tilt your head at him curiously. However, both the hybrid and wolf jab him in the sides at his comment.

You don’t question it as you wave to the older members and open the door.

It’s not until you’ve opened the front door does your whole being stiffen with recognition. Dread filling your stomach at the impressive aura waiting for you outside.

“No!” You cry as you press your hand behind you, looking back to catch a glimpse of the boys’ startled expression as you hum the incantation of a simple skill, a blast of wind shoving the three back into the cabin and shutting the door as you fall forward onto your shoulder.

You don’t meet the wood of the porch, in fact, there’s no sign of forest life around you. Your body hit the marble hard. Definitely a potential bruise if you manage to figure out the fate of your sudden predicament.

“My— look at how much you’ve grown.”

The voice confirms your growing dread and the reason for your senses going haywire at the incredible aura.

Your head rising to regard the head of the Blackwells.

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