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I Did Something Bad - 1.

Bodyguard!Stucky x Reader AU

Part 2 <<

Run-through: You’re a rich spoilt brat, and your two bodyguards are the ones who have to put up with you and your attitude all day every day. Until one day, they’ve had about enough. And they decide to tame the brat in you…

Themes: bratty!reader, smut, daddy kink, bodyguard!stucky

“What a brat.” Steve mumbled under his breath.

“I agree.” Bucky sent a brief nod towards him.

They were both right behind you, each holding your countless shopping bags as they walked the steps which led to the front door of your house.

Correction, your father’s house. You didn’t actually own anything, you were just blessed enough to have been born in a filthy rich family. And you were an only child, so your parents treated you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You were spoilt.

Spoilt like Steve and Bucky had never seen before. You had people to do everything for you. You didn’t even do your own make up or hair in the morning; you had an entire team for that.

Your parents were away most of the time, on business trips and earning more money so you could be even more of a spoilt brat. Given they were away, they had two of the most highly trained, professional bodyguards stay with you to ensure your safety – Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.

The two were the best of friends, and initially they didn’t even want to put up with you. But the paychecks which came from your father each month were hefty. So they compromised; put up with your annoying, bratty self just for the salary.

There were other perks of the job. They got to stay in a lavish mansion, they got to travel everywhere, enjoy the finest things in life, along with you.

“Uh, can one of you guys come help me?” came the sound of your voice from inside your bedroom. The two men who were outside your bedroom groaned quietly.

They shared a look and opened the door to your grand bedroom and stepped in. They always envied you, and all the nice things you had without even having work a day in your life. They both looked around, looking for you in the spacious bedroom.

You stepped out of the walk-in closet wearing a black, lace bodysuit – showing off your cleavage and your legs.

The two men’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

Oh another perk to the job, you were smoking hot. And that almost made up for your attitude that they had to put up with at times, because who wouldn’t like a doll parading around them all the time?

You walked up till you stood in front of them, nonchalantly checking out the new rings and jewelry you had on, which you had bought earlier. Not caring about the fact that you were semi-naked in front of the two.

“Can one of you zip me up?” you spoke, without looking up.

And it took both of them a few seconds to process everything. They shared a look again, filthy things on both their minds.

“I’ll do it.” Steve spoke up before Bucky could even open his mouth and offer to help. The latter glared at his friend. Steve walked up behind you, and gently pushed all your hair out of the way and shifting it over your shoulder while he shamelessly let his eyes roam over your semi-exposed body.

He took his sweet time to find the zipper and closing it gently, letting his fingertips lightly caress your skin. He admired the shape of your body once he was done, Bucky did the same. You walked away from Steve, not even thanking him and went on to admire yourself in the mirror.

The two men couldn’t take their eyes off you as you posed in front of the mirror, checking yourself out and clicking pictures here and there.

“I want a green smoothie.” You said, to no one in particular. But neither of them heard because they were busy checking you out. And seeing they weren’t moving you turned around and faced them. “Hello? I said I want green smoothie.” You said, as usual, in that bratty voice of yours. You had absolutely no patience, you were a total brat.

But that didn’t matter right now. Not when you looked like that; beautiful and enticing, but so out of their league.

Bucky cleared his throat and peeled his eyes off you. “Steve will get it. Someone has to stay here with you.” He made the decision without even sparing Steve a look.

And poor Steve had to agree and leave the room. While Bucky stayed in your room and enjoyed the show as you tried on all the clothes and lingerie you bought earlier today.

You caught Bucky staring at you through the mirror and you internally smirked. You considered yourself lucky that the two bodyguards your dad had appointed were both eye candy. All your friends drooled over both of them; you included.

How could you not? They were always so… hot. Black suits, dark sunglasses whenever you were out, broody and handsome; they could make any one’s heart flutter. You knew how the brat in you annoyed them, but you couldn’t help it. You liked the look on their faces when they realize that they can’t do otherwise but obey you.

Steve returned with your smoothie and you took it, again without thanking him. He noticed you were in another bodysuit, nude colored this time and much more flimsy. He discretely sent a questioning look towards Bucky and the latter smirked and raised his eyebrow at him. As if boasting and saying, ‘yup, I helped her with that one.’

“I’m going to the club later tonight.” You announced and the two men almost groaned out loud.

You were a true party animal. And Steve and Bucky hated your useless, equally as spoilt, friends. Each time you went clubbing, they always had to carry you home because you cannot handle alcohol for too long. And the worst part, they’d have to deal with your hungover self the next day.

Steve couldn’t help but point out. “This is the fifth time in the past three weeks. Are you sure you should be partying so much?” he sounded like he was done with you, but was still trying to be polite because you were still his boss’ daughter.

Bucky nodded, agreeing with his friend. And you frowned at both of them.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but do I pay you to lecture me?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, your action accentuating your breasts.

Steve looked down at the ground, afraid he might have been staring at your chest for too long. “No ma’am.” He replied, hands in front of him – standing in a classic bodyguard pose.

You scoffed, giving them both a look which told them not to mess with you. “Good. We leave at ten thirty.” You announced and walked back into your walk-in closet.

As predicted, you were wasted within the first three hours of being at the club. And just like always, Steve and Bucky had to carry you out and bring you home.

Luckily you didn’t throw up on the sidewalk or in the car this time. Your driver drove all of you home, and Bucky had you on his lap in the backseat, your feet on Steve’s lap. You were blacked out.

“She looks so angelic when she sleeps.” Steve commented, quietly.

Bucky chuckled. “Wait till she wakes up tomorrow and makes everyone’s life a living hell.” Bucky said, remembering the last time you were hungover and how you had him, Steve, your housekeeper, maids and chefs, all run around like headless chickens.

Steve chuckled at the same memory. “I swear if she treats us as her slaves like last time, I’m gonna quit.”

Bucky sent a look towards his friend. “Please don’t, I can’t handle her on my own.” He pretended to shiver at the thought of him having to put up with your antics all on his own.

And the two men shared a laugh.

They put you to bed once you all made it home. They placed you under the covers, the maid took off your shoes and most of your jewelry, took out the pins in your hair and turned the lights off before they stepped out of your room.

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The next day, the minute they each woke up in their rooms, they heard your loud voice coming from upstairs. And they both groaned as they got ready for the day.

Steve was out of his room and on his way to you first. Bucky came shortly after. And they found you in bed, whining about having a terrible headache.

“Do you need painkillers?” Bucky asked and you glared at him.

“I already took them.” you spat at him.

Clearly you were going to be even more of a bitch today.

“Did you have breakfast?” Steve asked, standing at the end of your bed.

You groaned.

“The thought of food makes me want to throw up.” You whined, testing his patience already.

Steve sighed. “Look, you need to eat. It’s the only way you’ll get rid of the hangover-,”

You cut him off.

“Ugh, okay mom!” you mocked. “Fine, whatever, just get out.” You said rather rudely. And while Steve was still debating what to say to you, Bucky spoke up.

He stepped up closer to you, standing by the side of your bed. “Hey, easy. We’re just trying to help. You need to eat so y-,”

You cut him off as well. “Like I said before, I don’t pay you to lecture me, why do you even-,” you were going off but this time Steve cut you off.

“Enough!” he raised his voice, and both you and Bucky turned to look at him. He had never acted like this before. You could see the irritation on his face as he stared at you.

“You don’t pay us, first of all, your father does! You don’t do anything other than sit there and be a brat and spend his money! We technically don’t work for you, we work for him. So let us do our jobs, which is to take care of his spoilt daughter who has no manners whatsoever. His daughter who treats people like slaves! People who actually care about her more than her own parents do!” He spat, making your jaw drop.

He continued, less loudly this time. “For once, drop your attitude and do as we say. Get in the shower, and then come downstairs. Breakfast will be ready by then.” He looked at you dead in the eyes while he scolded you. “Move, now!” the authority in his voice had you scram out of bed and rush into the bathroom immediately.

Once you shut the bathroom door behind you, Bucky turned to Steve and extended his arm so they could do their secret handshake.

“What was that?” he asked, clearly impressed.

Steve smirked. “Just taming the brat.” He answered.

Bucky laughed. “What if she tells her dad and gets us both fired?” he asked.

Steve knew you would never tell your dad because you would be somewhat ashamed in saying you got blacked out drunk at the club and then were rude to people afterwards. “She won’t.” he said and they both made their way out and into the kitchen.

Breakfast was ready by the time you came downstairs, rather sheepishly. You kept your eyes to the ground as you sat at the kitchen island. Surprisingly, you waited patiently for your breakfast.

Bucky took the plate and placed it in front of you. Baked beans, hash browns, eggs, toast – not your usual breakfast because you normally had sugary cereal in the morning.

You sighed rather loudly, frowned and began complaining, “But this is n-,”

Bucky cut you off by grabbing your chin gently and tilting your head up so you looked up at him. He didn’t even think twice before touching your face, but you didn’t mind it. At all.

You looked up into his ocean blue eyes, very similar to Steve’s.

“A big breakfast will help, trust me. And it’s better than that bowl of sugar you’re used to.” He said, cracking a faint smile. You shyly returned him a smile. “Eat.” He pointed at the plate and went to find Steve in the living room.

You were pretty quiet for the rest of the morning. Quiet as in, you weren’t throwing a fit when the meal that the chef made for you wasn’t what you wanted. Or you weren’t whining about how you hate everyone in this house. Or you weren’t being a bitch to absolutely everyone you saw because you were hungover.

You spent most of the day in your room, sulking. Mainly because you weren’t used to people talking in loud voices at you. Steve and Bucky came to check up on you a few times, asked you if there’s anywhere you need to go. But you said no each time. You barely spoke to them, at least you weren’t rude.

You were tame – but it didn’t last for long.

The next day, you were back to being a brat. Once the hangover passed, you were just as loud and rude as before. You were even rude to Bucky – all your manners from the previous day forgotten – when he came to ask you what you wanted for breakfast.

“Is there a way to ever get a straight answer out of you for once, without you being sarcastic and bratty all the time?” he asked, wishing you were back to yesterday when you were all quiet and obedient.

You scoffed and got out of bed. “You or Steve yell at me one more time, and I will call dad and have both of you fired. You hear me?” you spat at him.

And he wanted to tell you off, like Steve did, but then he took one look at your appearance. Messy hair, your reading glasses on, an oversized white shirt – no pants. You looked too adorable to scold. So he let you go.

You tested Steve’s patience too that day. As usual, people ran your errands and Steve brought you something that you had asked for and you took it without thanking him.

“Will a ‘thank you’ hurt?” he asked.

You glared at him.

“Stop it. You’re not my mom.” You said bitterly and he groaned and walked away.

This had been their daily lives for the past year and a half. And each day they thought there was no way you could out do yourself and be any more of a brat. Yet, each day you kept surprising them with how annoying you could be to deal with.

Then one day, you truly out did yourself.

You were nowhere to be found.

“This is it, I’m calling her dad.” Steve took out his phone but Bucky stopped him.

“She’s our responsibility, calling her dad would be equivalent to digging our own graves. Don’t.” Bucky reasoned. He couldn’t even imagine calling a parent to tell them their child has gone missing.

They were both panicking. You had snuck out earlier in the afternoon, and it was now nighttime and you still weren’t back. The two were pacing around the living room.

“I don’t get it, usually she tells us before even going outside in the yard.” Bucky was trying to figure out what must’ve gone wrong.

Steve sighed, ready to punch something out of frustration. “She acts like such a child sometimes. Can’t even track her phone because she left it here.” He shook his head.

“It’s nearly midnight Steve, she should be back by now. We need to do something. Did you get anything from the camera footage?” Bucky was worried sick – both about your safety and his job.

Steve swore under his breath. “Nothing on there. I mean we don’t even know if she went out on her own or got kidnapped or some-,”

A voice cut him off.

“Chill moms, I’m fine.” You walked into the living room with a smirk on. And the two men looked at you like they were witnessing some miracle. Bucky was relieved, yet somewhat irritated. Steve was just angry.

“Where the hell have you been? You were missing for 8 hours!” Bucky asked, the smug look on your face was beginning to piss him off.

You didn’t bother answering, you walked right past them and into the kitchen. The two, now irritated, followed you.

“Answer, god damn it! Where have you been? We were worried sick!” Steve hissed.

You took a water bottle out of the fridge and took a long sip while looking at them both with nothing but cockiness in your eyes.

“Well good news, I was so annoying and bratty that the kidnappers dropped me right back home.” You fake smiled, obviously being sarcastic and walked out of the kitchen. You heard the two groaned as you left them in the kitchen.

You rushed upstairs and went right into your bedroom, and not even a few seconds later – they both walked into your room very angrily and without even bothering to knock first.

You sighed. “Get out. I’m tired, I need to sleep.” You spoke, without looking up at them.

“I don’t think so. Now answer me, where the fuck have you been?” Bucky asked, clearly mad.

You chuckled. “Watch your tone with me.” You sassed.

Steve stepped forward and walked right up to you. He stood closer to you than usual, invading your personal space. But you didn’t mind it one bit.

“Or what, huh?” he asked, sliding his hand into your hair gently, tugging on it a little making your head tilt back so you looked up at him.

You were speechless as you looked up into his ocean blue eyes. Mainly because you weren’t expecting this, but also because the look on his face sent a tingle dancing down your spine, and ended right at your core. Definitely not a bad tingle.

When you recovered, you were about to lift your hand up and slap his hand away from you but then you realized that Bucky was behind you, locking your wrists in his grip behind your back.

“Let’s try that again, sweetheart. Where have you been?” Bucky whispered in your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear and making you shiver.

You looked up at Steve, immobilized and not hating it. “I… I was out with my girlfriends.” You confessed and almost whimpered when bucky tightened his grip around your wrists.

“And what did we say about sneaking out, or going anywhere without informing us?” Steve asked. You believed it might have been your imagination, but it felt as though he leaned in a little, bringing his face closer to yours.

It took you a few seconds to process given the proximity of the two men was interrupting your ability to think straight. “You… you said it was against the rules.” You remember that long talk you had with both of them the day they joined. When they took the time to explain the rules to you but all you did was roll your eyes at them and sigh.

Bucky chuckled darkly right in your ear. “Seems you have broken an important rule, sweetheart.” He gently kissed the skin beneath your ear and your eyes flew shut. Your lips parted as you tried hard not to moan at the feeling of his soft lips against your skin.

When you opened your eyes, you found Steve smirking down at you. He felt a rush course through him and leaned in to gently take your lower lip between his teeth; tugging on it playfully. His actions were gentle, but you shivered still. Steve bit down on your lip, while Bucky discretely kissed down your neck.

Then and there, something shifted in the air. It was a pleasant shift.

Steve chuckled against your mouth. “You never learn, babygirl.” he mumbled, against the side of your mouth. And the nickname had you almost whimpering.

Bucky softly nibbled on your skin at your shoulder; making you shudder. Steve tugged a little more on your hair and pulled away to look at you. If there’s anything you knew for sure in that moment, is that you wanted them. Both of them. Bad.

“Teach me then.” You whispered. And both of them smirked and shared a look.

If only you had been careful about what you wished for…

You were kneeling on your bed, naked and with Bucky still holding your wrists behind your back. His grip was tight and strong, but you didn’t complain. You couldn’t because Steve had his two fingers gently pumping in and out of your mouth.

He had searched your bedside table a few minutes ago, and pulled out the vibrator wand which you had hidden in there. You wondered how he knew it was there. But before you could think over it too much, he turned it on and placed it in between your legs; right on top of your entrance.

You whined in pleasure, but he quickly shut you up by pushing his fingers past your lips. “Always whining like a brat.” He commented, smirking and wiggling the wand a little and making you whine louder. And to add on to your sweet torture, Bucky circled his arm around you and gently circled your clit with his two fingers.

“What is it babygirl, you can’t take it?” Steve taunted again.

You whimpered under their touch, but something told you that they wouldn’t let you have your way so easily this time.

“I know you’ve never heard ‘no’ in your life, sweetheart. But you will tonight.” Bucky murmured in your ear, making you tilt your head back; shivering against him.

Steve chuckled, removing his fingers from your warm mouth. “You’re not allowed to cum until you have our permission, babygirl. You hear me?”

You nodded and whimpered a pathetic yes.

Your thighs began trembling as they both messed with you. Steve changed the setting on the wand, making it more intense while Bucky tilted your head back and kissed you deeply. More like invaded your mouth like he owned it; pushing his tongue past your lips and stroking the top of your mouth. You whimpered, happily trapped between the two of them.

You felt the pressure forming in between your legs, and you involuntarily bucked your hips against the vibrator, trying desperately to chase your orgasm. Steve noticed, and he didn’t think twice before lifting the vibrator off you – denying you your release.

You groaned louder, the sound muffled by Bucky’s mouth on top of yours. He pulled away from the kiss and chuckled. “It’s frustrating, isn’t it baby?” he asked, softly. You looked up at him and nodded. His soft demeanor went away the minute you agreed. “Well that’s exactly how it feels when you don’t listen.” He growled leaning in again. You thought he was going to kiss you again, but instead he licked your swollen lower lip and spat into your open mouth.

His actions elicited a loud whine out of you.

“Look at me.” Steve slid his hands into your hair again and tugged on it. You looked at him with nothing but desire in your eyes. He let go of your hair and gripped your jaw while he placed the vibrator back against your core. You felt the vibrations all over your body, a familiar warmth washing over you while you stared into his icy blue eyes.

“Always boasting about your family’s money and power, you little brat.” Steve whispered, leaning in to bite your mouth again while he pressed the vibrator further against your core, making you drip and moan louder. “Who’s your daddy now, huh?”

Bucky fingers found your clit again, and they teased you just like before. “Tell us baby, who owns this bratty little cunt?” Bucky whispered menacingly in your ear, biting on your ear lobe.

You moaned again, both at the sensations and the words. “You do…” you breathed out, unable to form coherent sentences. They both chuckled, and continued their sweet torture on your body. Steve kissed along your jaw as he wiggled the wand around and make you scream louder, while Bucky’s fingers rubbed your clit furiously.

And you couldn’t take it anymore. “Can I-… please…” you begged and it was the first time they heard you ask for something so politely.

“What was that, babygirl?” Steve asked, pretending that he didn’t hear you the first time. And seeing you weren’t answering, he lifted the vibrator off you again. “I said, what was that?” he asked again, more sternly.

You whined and whimpered at being denied again. “Please… please can I cum?” you asked again, begging with your eyes shut to stop the tears of frustration from falling.

Bucky immediately wrapped a hand around your throat and tilted your head back. “Ask nicely sweetheart. Say ‘please daddy, I’ll be a good girl from now.’“ he mumbled against the side of your mouth.

Steve increased the intensity of the vibrator again and it made you repeat Bucky’s words wantonly. They were both pleased at your obedience, but not quite done with you yet.

“Look at me, babygirl.” For a moment, Steve’s voice had you fooled. You thought he was actually going to give in and would actually let you cum. “You want to cum for daddy?” he asked, and you nodded with hot tears falling down your cheeks. And just when you thought you were getting closer to your release, he lifted the wand off your body again.

“No. You will not cum until you’ve learnt your lesson.”

They both toyed with your body like they owned it. They switched places and Bucky had the most fun in teasing you with the vibrator. He trailed it up and down your body, circling your erected nipples with the tip of the wand and then back down to where you craved it the most.

Tears streamed down your face.

“Are you crying, baby? Good, this would teach you not to be a brat next time,” Bucky spoke as he wiggled the toy around against your wet folds.

You begged them relentlessly, but they denied you each time. Looking you deep in the eyes and saying, ‘No.’ Yet, a twisted part of you liked how they treated you like they owned you. Like you were nothing but a toy to them, for them to play with as they pleased.

Your pleas were incessant, and wanton. Steve pushed two of his fingers past your entrance while Bucky placed the wand right on your clit – unmoving. Steve’s fingers stroked your walls so slowly that it was almost agonizing.

“Aww you’re dripping all over my hand, babygirl.” He commented, making you squeeze around his fingers. Your arousal leaked out of you, coating the tip of the toy and his fingers alike. He could see what they were both doing to you, and he liked the control they both had over you. “Look at how you’re shaking.” He taunted again.

You begged again, to no one in particular. And the reply was just as disappointing as earlier. “No. Spoilt brats with no manners don’t get to cum so easily.”

And you whined again.

“Shh, you’re gonna take all that we give you. And you’re not gonna be a brat about it, you understand?” Steve silenced you.

Bucky gripped your jaw and kissed you deeply again, swallowing your pathetic moans while he pressed the wand further against you. Your body trembled, you moaned as soon as the vibrating tip came in contact with your sensitive spot. Your body shuddered as he wiggled it around just a bit. The sensation was overwhelming.

“Do you want us to stop, babygirl?” Steve mumbled in your ear, his fingers slipping in and out of you and the wet sounds were obscene.

You shook your head and Bucky pulled away to let you talk. “No, no please… don’t stop…” the last thing you wanted was for them to leave you here, frustrated and burning with desire.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what they did.

“Well guess what, sweetheart? You don’t get to make the rules this time. You can’t always have what you want.” Bucky smirked as he lifted off the wand from you and turned it off.

Steve chuckled and kissed your neck, releasing your sore wrists. “Good night, babygirl.” They both stood up from your bed, leaving you naked, whimpering, and tear-stained, burning with need and most of all; dripping wet.

Your body was worn out, after being with them for the past hour or two. Or maybe more, you couldn’t tell because you were a little disoriented. But you couldn’t believe that they were just walking away from you, without giving you what you so desperately wanted.

“And don’t you dare touch yourself.” Bucky said, before he walked out of your room.

Steve took a good look at you; what a beautiful mess he and Bucky had made. “See you tomorrow.” He winked before he shut the door behind him.

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a/n: fear not, there’s a part 2 coming soon ;)

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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Ik you've done something like this but can u pls do a smut were me, remus and Sirius are in a relationship and I'm remus's good girl and he's a soft dom with me but he's all strict w Sirius

Good girl and bad puppy

Sirius getting wrecked and you treated like a princess

Enjoy darling <3

Warning: 18+

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“You do know he loves me more right?” Sirius asked slowly, as if he was talking to a daft toddler.

“Shut up Sirius” you hissed, “I know you‘re doing it on purpose.”

You hid your head behind your book again, desperately trying to block out his annoying face.

“He loves me moreeee” Sirius sang, his voice breaking midway and you snorted.

“Yeah right, especially with that voice.”

Sirius grinned, his tipical eye-crinkling, teeth showing grin. It let you know that he did not mean anything he had said earlier. Both of the boys loved you just as much as you loved them.

“It wouldn’t hurt for you do behave every once in a while though.”

Sirius’ face fell, as if you just said the most ridiculous thing in all those years you’d know each other.

“And why would I do that?” He looked genuinely spooked.

“Because he would be nice to you as well?” you said slowly, this time him being the daft toddler.

His face was horrified as he yelled out with utter disgust in his voice. “That is absolutely outrageous! Why would I want Moony to be nice? Ew! You take your vanilla shit and leave me out of this mess-”

“Alright I get it! Jesus Christ, you need anger management!” You cut him off, angrily turning back to your book.

“Vanilla shit, huh?”

Sirius closed his eyes, silently cursing under his breath. Putting on an exaggerated smile he turned in his chair, hugging Remus around the waist.

“Moony!” he said, overly cheery, “Oh I’ve missed you! Sit, sit.” Sirius ushered him to sit and gave you a pleading look. Caving, you put your book down.

“Hi Rem” you smiled and he leaned over to kiss you after he kissed Sirius.

“Hi sweetheart, what were you talking about?”

You shrugged, cheeks tinting pink. Fuck, you are a terrible liar.

“Oh um nothing. You know, the usual...” Your voice trailed off and Sirius nodded ethusiastically.

“Exactly!”

Remus smirked and turned to Sirius, raising a brow. “So you were discussing how vanilla I am?”

Busted.

You immediately responded. “I didn’t say that, Sirius did!”

Sirius gaped at you, mouth opening and closing a few times before he spluttered, “You - You utter bit-”

“Padfoot.” Remus warned, expression turning strict instantly. Remus hated insults out of the bedroom.

Sirius turned to him, a pleading look in his eyes. “Moony, I swear I didn’t mean it like that!”

Remus tilted his head to his right. “How did you mean it Sirius?“

Now it was Sirius‘ turn to blush. „I just said that I like you being“ he cleared his throat and rushed the last part “um- roughwithme.“

Remus smirked at Sirius and nodded to himself.

„Bad puppy.“

Sirius melted.

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„Moony?“ Sirius stuttered as Remus looked him up and down, a thoughtful look on his face.

„Can‘t decide if I want you to fuck her or if I want to fuck you...“ Remus said with a coy smile.

You bit your lip when you felt your cunt clench at his words, already wet from the way Remus was staring at the both of you. Like he just wanted to wreck you.

„I certainly wouldn‘t mind fucking her“ Sirius smirked, but Remus just hung his head and chuckled.

„I don‘t care if you mind Sirius.“

Whenever Remus said your boyfriends actual name you knew that the scene was starting. It was a warning, if you will.

You pinched his hand to make him shut up and for once he listened.

„What do you say pup?“ Remus looked at you, a gentle smile on his face when you shyly played with your fingers. „Tell Remmy what you want.“

„I want-“ you licked your lips exitedly „I want you to watch us fuck, Remmy.“

Remus‘ smile widened and he nodded his head. „If that‘s what my baby wants...“ He opened his arms and gave you the signal to start, leaning back on the chair to watch you. His two precious subs, both the most gorgeous beings in all of Hogwarts.

Sirius took the reigns and pulled you on his lap, lips eagerly smashing on yours and he kissed you sloppily. Your hands wandered under his shirt and you traced his soft skin with your fingertips, savoring his soft moans and shivers. He flipped you over, craling between your thighs and continued to kiss you soundly, hips grinding on yours. He slowed down, his clothed cock grinding over your bare cunt, slow and teasing.

“Stop showing off and fuck our girl.” Remus said between grittet teeth and Sirius smirked at the dom. Turning back to you he put your hands on the waistband of his boxers.

“Undress me” he drawled.

You tugged his boxers down and his hard cock sprang free, already flushed and leaking. You tried to wrap your legs around him and pull him close, but he blocked your attempts and forced you into a different position.

Your were on your hands and knees with your fae towards Remus when Sirius pushed in with a hard thrust, not even giving you a second to adjust before he pounded into you. You fell forward and let out moans and shrieks when he hit that spot inside of you over and over again. God, it felt so good. The veins of his cock were rubbing at your sensitive walls, his balls slapping your ass. The sight was obscene, being watched by one boyfriend as the other one just watched with a self-satisfied grin. Watching you get fucked like a slut.

Remus made his way over after a particular loud cry from you and took your face in both of his palms, thumbs smoothing over your flushed cheekbones. Your hands instantly clasped on his wrists for some stability.

He chuckled. “Look at my darling girl, getting fucked by our puppy, hm?” Both of you groaned at that, Sirius starting to get aggressive, fingers digging into your hips with one hand on your clit.

“Ah there!” you gasped, thrusting back against him “Right there Siri please!”

Sirius growled low in his throat. “Oh? There?” He pushed so deep your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open.

“Make my good girl cum, puppy.” Remus barked out, leaning in to swallow your moans.

“Yes, Sir.”

Sirius pushed you further down with one hand between your shoulder blades and kept you there, adjusting his hips and oh. Hit punded your spot over and over again, his sweat dripping on your back as he fucked and fucked.

“Is my beautiful girl gonna cum for her Remmy? Yes?”

You were gone at this point, babbling absolute nonsene as your desperately clawed at the sheets for some stability.

“Cum, baby.”

You screamed out when your release hit you like a brick wall, your entire world turning white. Legs trembling, fingers shaking and your cunt clenched so tight Sirius was forced to stop moving. So full, you felt full to the brim.

“Out, puppy.” Remus commanded and Sirius pulled out, sitting back on his knees, cock steadily leaking cum. Fuck, he had been so close.

“Princess” Remus turned to you “Prepare our boy.”

You grinned and crawled over to the bedside table, pulling out a dildo. Sirius hated lube, the masochistic fucker said he loved the burn of the stretch. Remus sat down and pulled Sirius up until his back was resting against his chest and spread his legs, holding them up for you.

Remus kissed the side og his head and nipped at his ear harshly. “Don’t you dare cum, puppy.”

You pushed the dildo against Sirius lips and he spat on it, taking it in his mouth until it was completely wet. The dildo wasn’t exactly big, only a preperation before Remus fully stretched Sirius with his own cock.

You rubbed the tip against his tight hole and watched as he began to open up. Remus put his hands around his cock and bally, squeezing hard to keep him from cumming. Sirius let out a loud groand whe the tip slipped it, back arching with the delicious pain of the stretch.

“You fucking slut” Remus mocked “Getting fucked with a fucking dildo like a whore. Thank her for pleasuring you!”

“Thank you!” Sirius cried out when you fucked him in a steady rhythm, the dildo gliding in with difficulty, making it feel oh so better.

You kissed his legs, biting at the flesh of his ass and went faster. You fucked him until his legs trembled and he couldn’t talk, before you ripped the dildo out. He chased you with his hips and begged shamelessly.

“Please no! Please Moony, please! I’m a good boy!”

Sirius was crying, his cock fucking hurt and his prostate throbbed with irritation of being yet again robbed from another orgasm.

“Come here baby and wet my cock. Wanna fuck my little puppy.”

You took Remus in your mouth, suckling gently and wet him with your spit. He twitched at pulled away, too sensitive from watching you both the entire time without touching himself once.

“Sit on his face.” Remus told you gently and you quickly straddled Sirius’ pretty face, effectively shutting him up by pressing your cunt on his mouth. Remus spit on Sirius’ hole, a degrading sight but Sirius relished in it, watching Remus push inside his tight clench.

Sirius nails scratched your thighs and he gladly tasted your pussy, his groans going straight to your clit. His tongue was everywhere, in your hole on your clit, sucking and slurping liek a starved animal. You were maoning loudly, your huips grinding on his face with sharp movements, hsi nose catching on your clit and making you cum for the second time.

“Yes! Yes, lick it all up!” You cried out and gushed all over his mouth and Sirius whined, truly like a puppy, and lapped everything up diligently. You felt another pair of hands on your waist and Remus pulled you back, your tits pressed against Sirius chest and Remus fucked you.

Sirius was crying now, his third time being denied to cum, while you were getting your third in a row.

“I can’t Remmy!” you shrieked “Please! Too much!”

Sirius and you were holding onto each other as Remus made a mess of you. He knew exactly what he was doing to reduce you to a blubbering mess. Giving Sirius nothing and you too much.

Sirius tugged you down to press a punishing kiss on your lips, angry that Remus treated you so gently and him like a slut. His teeth sunk into you bottom lip and you came again, falling against his chest. Remus growled and pulled out, jerking Sirius off in a fast pace and fucked into him deeply. With one hard thrust he came deep inside of Sirius, and Sirius shouted, voice raw as he finally came for the first time. His cum coated your fronts and Remus fucked his release inside of his tight clench, making it leak out from the sides.

“My precious loves” Remus cooed and kissed your cheeks. “So good f’me. Love you so much, c’mere.”

Remus laid down in the middle, pulling you both to his chest and stroked your hair softly. You were a sticky mess, dried cum and sweat, but you didn’t care.

#sirius black smut #remus lupin smut #remus x sirius x reader #marauders smut #marauders era x reader

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didsomeonesaydaddydraco · 3 years

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Sweet secret | Tom Felton one shot

Request: yes. @anonymous

Word count: 2,710 words

Pairing: Tom Felton x reader

Note: This one was requested a while ago, I just had troubles writing it. But I really hope you guys like it! Don’t forget that my requests are still open and there’s a prompt list waiting for y’all to check it out. Also, let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list! Take care babes xx

Being the only child of a rockstar had its own benefits. For example, it was a lot more easier for Y/N to meet her favourite celebrities and make connections with influential people from all type of industries. Having a world wide famous rockstar as a dad meant that she spent most of her time in the limelight, always travelling with him and being his biggest fan from the day she was born. By the age of sixteen, she had already travelled the whole world and successfully used her name to speak up about social issues and help different charities and organisations. She had never stopped talking about the importance of acceptance, equality, support and love. She lived her life like that. She didn’t care who you were, where you came from, as long as you didn’t hurt the ones she loved, she loved you and supported you. That was what she saw from her parents, and she was proud of her family being one of those celebrity families who never let fame get in their heads and go crazy over their net worth. They lived a humble life, and shared their love with the world.

But of course that lifestyle came with the content rumours and paparazzi chasing after them in the street. They tried to capture an awkward moment that could be laughed at, a bad hair day that could be the reason to judge, but what they wanted most, is to capture her with someone from the opposite sex. She always kept her love life private, hardly sharing any information about who she was seeing or who she was in a relationship with. She was happy that they could keep their relationship a sweet little secret for almost six months, and enjoy the privacy and intimacy of their bubble. It was until one day a fan of Tom successfully took a picture of them, being in the same car, driving around Los Angeles.

She met Tom through a mutual friend, who was aware of their silly little platonic crush on each other and knowing Y/N and Tom, she thought they could be a power couple. So when she learnt that both of them were going in to in LA for weeks, she didn’t hesitate to throw a summer party in her beach house and invite both of them. She kept it as a secret, didn’t want them to think they are being forced into something that they didn’t want in the first place. Y/BSF/N knew Y/N just recently got out of a terrible relationship and she was a little bit afraid to start something knew, fearing that the new guy would be the same as the previous one. And she knew that Tom, no matter how many times he said and acted like he wasn’t, was lonely and wanted to finally find someone who he could share his life with. She knew she had nothing to worry about, because the second they were introduced, they just immediately hit it off and spent the whole afternoon and night by each other’s side, talking about movies, music, travel, dreams and goals, and when the cocktails finally kicked in, they weren’t shy to shamelessly flirt with each other. Tom was confident about their mutual sympathy and felt something that he hadn’t felt in a very long time, and two days later, he asked her out of their first official date. He was a real gentleman. He picked Y/N up at her flat, brought a huge bouquet of white roses to her and treated her like a queen the whole night. He arranged a candlelight picnic dinner on the beach, far from the popular parts, so nobody could ruin their first date. They fed each other with fruits and cuddled while they watched the stars. It was nothing crazy, nothing fancy and extravagant. Money wasn’t in focus, but they were. That night was all about them. And when the night eventually had to end, Tom walked her to the door and sweetly kissed Y/N. Ever since then, the couple couldn’t imagine their days without at least FaceTiming each other. They were happy and crazily in love, of course they wanted to keep that a secret as long as they could , not wanting the media to ruin in for them. But life didn’t work like that. Paparazzi had no mercy and they were paid to take preferably the highest quality pictures of the top celebs and their close family. And social media users wanted something they could talk about, because that was the main priority for most people nowadays. Stalking the subject of their obsession and use the protection of anonymity of social media to hate and judge other people.

“Have you seen the pictures?” Y/N asked Tom when she finally found him chilling by the pool in his backyard. It was a rather hot day in LA, and he had a few days break from shooting his next movie, he wanted to get the best out of his little break and spend every single minute with his lady “My dad just sent me them” she gave her phone to Tom, so he could check out the short article with the attached photos. It was from a few days ago, when they went to grocery shopping together. They were just leaving the parking lot, and it was visible that Tom was holding up their interwind hands to his lips to kiss on her knuckles. Another picture of them showed how Tom opened the car door for Y/N, and as she was getting in the vehicle, he playfully patted her butt. He quickly clicked on the link to see the full article. It was really short, probably because the journalist didn’t have any solid evidence or information about their romance.

“What can I say? I just love your ass” Tom handed back her phone and chuckled at her expression “Darling, stop worrying. A fan sent those pictures to TMZ, so what? They have no evidence that we’re dating” he put his hand of her calf and looked up at her girlfriend. He knew they couldn’t keep their relationship a secret forever. No matter how much Tom liked the excitement of sneaking around and having privacy, he wanted to show the world how beautiful, amazing and perfect his girlfriend was “This shall too pass, just like any other rumour that is left without a word.”

“Alright” Y/N sighed and decided to ignore the article, the photos, the comments and the mentions. Tom was right. This whole thing will be long forgotten in a couple of days, if neither of them say anything about it. In that case, the media couldn’t blow it up “I just hate the media and the drama it causes every time”

“I know” he smiled at her sweetly, not liking the frown on her face from annoyance and worry “So will you finally join me in the pool or do I have to throw you in it again?” Y/N laughed and put her phone down on the deck chair. She winked at Tom and take of the think summer dress she was wearing to reveal Tom’s favourite swimsuit, a white one-piece with a deep V-cut. He whistled at her as she was walking down the few steps of the pool and swam up to him “You just made this already hot day way hotter, baby” he pulled her close, kissing her passionately and making her forget all about that article.

2 months later -

Having a boyfriend who was constantly traveling and filming wasn’t making a relationship smooth, and if you add a girlfriend who was working on her own career just as hard, then you could easily how Tom and Y/N’s relationship was. But they knew what they wanted and they did everything to make it work, even if they were in two different parts of the country. They called each other every time they had the chance, made sure to send a supporting message to the other, letting them know they were proud of their achievements in life, and of course memes. Tom was a huge fan of memes, and he liked to spam Y/N with them, especially with the Harry Potter ones. Y/N lived for the smile on Tom’s face and she knew how much he loved surprises, so when she could finally take a week off from work, her first thing was to book a flight to the city Tom was currently at. The smile on his face and how excited and happy he was when he saw his girlfriend after almost two months of only being able to see her through his phone was worth anything to Y/N.

“I missed you so much, baby” Tom said in between kisses, not letting go of the laughing girl in his arms “I was getting rather lonely without you” his was got an octave deeper and the familiar flame of lust and love appeared in his ocean blue eyes. Slowly, his lips made their way down to her neck from her lips, kissing along her jawline, holding her closer than ever.

“Mhm, as much as I want this” Y/N pulled away and looked up at Tom, who was pouting like a little boy who’s favourite toy was taken away. It was party true, one of his new favourite things to do was kissing Y/N whenever he had the chance “You have to go live in a less than 5 minutes. You promised a Harry Potter watch party to your babies, and I don’t want you to disappoint them” she kissed his nose and forced his arms off of her waist. Tom knew he couldn’t disappoint them, and he didn’t want to, but he still groaned as he went to make sure everything was okay with the internet connection and the light ring. Y/N watched how Tom settled with his guitar and a cup of tea, already smiling that she could watch her boyfriend interacting with his fans.

“I’ll just sing a little in the meantime” Tom said to Y/N, who was packing out of her suitcase, and changing into one of Tom’s Teddy Fresh hoodies. They were the most comfortable hoodies she had ever worn, and it was just a pleasing addition that they always smelled like Tom. She kept on packing and tidying up the mess Tom usually leaves in his room in the morning, and listened to his smoothing voice. She always loved when Tom was singing. I didn’t matter if it was a song from another artist, one that he wrote or just an improvised nonsense about something that caught his attention in that very second. She loved to see him happy, and singing made him happy.

Tom finally started his Instagram live and was singing one of his old songs. One that was very dear to both of them, because he sang that song on their one month anniversary and told her he was in love with her.

“I was in the right place, at the right time, that day we spent together” Tom kept looking at her behind his phone, his smile getting bigger when she blew him a kiss “There’s no where else I’d have put myself, or to share the day with anyone else” he finished the song and greeted his fans who were already sending hundreds of heart emojis and cute little love confession to him in the comment section. Y/N layed down on the bed, with her phone in her hands and read the comments, screenshooting a few cute ones to save them for later.

“Alright my little wizards and witches” Tom said “Shall we continue our magical journey to the one and only Hogwarts?” His voice was filled with excitement, he hadn’t seen any of the movies in so long, he really wanted to share this experience with those people who had such a huge impact in his career as an actor. Little did they know, the fans saw the secret glances and how Tom blushed at the sigh of his girlfriend taking off his hoodie, staying in only her shorts and a tank top. Even after all these months, he still thought of her as a goddess. The fans had been suspecting that Tom had someone special in his life. They caught on his glow, and how his smile became brighter. He always sang love songs during his lives and left little Easter eggs in his Instagram stories, or in his captions. They were happy to see him being in love, they were only waiting to finally be able to see who was the reason of Tom’s behaviour.

“Questions time!” He announce after the 11 minutes of the movie ended. He grabbed his guitar again and started playing spontaneously on the strings, creating a beautiful melody. It was the moment, when Y/N realised her phone was on 5%, and her charger was somewhere behind Tom. She knew it would have been suspicious, if he just grabbed it and handed it her, so she decided to go and grab it herself. From where she was laying, it looked like her charges was out of the frame, and nobody would see her. She tiptoed to the charger and made sure not to bump into anything that could alert the fans. It was their time with Tom, and she didn’t want to interrupt their little date.

“God, you’re so beautiful” Tom blurted out when he saw her behind him, grabbing her charger from the coffee table. As soon as the words left his mouth, they both froze. Y/N realised she was in the frame, being very much visible. She looked at her boyfriend with a socked expression, not being sure what to do next. Stay or go? Say something or stay silent? Wave or smile? As for Tom, he didn’t mind that she accidentally walked into the live. He wanted to tell the world for a while now about their relationship. He was tired of not being able to share his happiness with his fans and hiding their love. It was nothing wrong about it. Love, in any kind of form, should have been celebrated in a daily basis. And that was what he wanted.

“I guess it’s time to finally introduce you to my other family, baby” Tom put down his guitar and reached out to her hand, pulling her completely in the frame. He sat her on his lap and hugged her by the waist “Ladies and gentlemen, please, welcome the woman who has being making me the happiest man alive in the last six and a half months” he looked at her the way every girl wants to be looked at. If anyone would have question the love they had, they only had to watch how they were looking at each other. Love, adoration, passion and devotion. It was all in one single look “Sorry for keeping this a sweet little secret for so long, but I just wanted to have her for myself as long as I could” he chuckled and kissed the blushing cheek of his girlfriend. Y/N was still in a little bit of shock. This definitely wasn’t the way she wanted to announce their romance to the world, but she was revealed deep down. She could finally show her love and support freely.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Tom has many dates with you guys on Instagram” winked to the camera and refused to look at the comments. She was floating in happiness, she didn’t want the haters to ruin it for her.

“I’m so damn lucky” Tom whispered and grabbed her face to give her a quick but sweet kiss on the lips. Nobody could stop him from posting about his girlfriend and what they had. He was finally able to show off, and make sure everyone saw her as she was. Not Tom Felton’s girlfriend, not the daughter of Y/F/N, but as Y/N Y/L/N. He was proud to have you, and planned to keep it that way till the rest of his life.

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ijustwant2write · 4 years

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Not Your Girl Anymore-Tommy Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @hvproductions)

Tags: @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight @captivatedbycillianmurphy

Requested by @jaspersthebomb: 'Hey could you do one where her and tommy are still together after the war but drifting apart and then he dumps her for grace and she finds out that she’s pregnant with Tommy’s kid and you can decide how it ends'

Characters: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N) =Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, divorce, cheating, smut, alcohol abuse, fluff

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I sighed as I dried up another plate, tempted to throw it at the wall, but settled on placing it back in the cupboard. He still wasn't back, though I didn't understand why I was still surprised by that. I couldn't remember the last time he was home at a normal time, or when he had a good enough excuse. I would have been fine with him dealing with business if he didn't treat me like a piece of shit.

I glanced at the kettle, telling myself that I should really have a cup of tea. But why should I abide to society's rules when Tommy certainly wasn't. I went for the good whiskey, Tommy's favourite, pouring myself a glass, then another once I swigged it back. The bottle was soon becoming empty when Tommy decided to come home. I turned around in the chair, watching as he ignored me and made his way up the stairs.

"So you won't even stop to say hello anymore?" I slurred, not caring how drunk I sounded.

He cleared his throat."I'm not going to speak to you whilst you're like this."

"Well when will you talk to me?" I stumbled towards the stairs, l leaning against the bannister."Is this what it takes to get your attention?"

He stopped halfway up the stairs, leaning his head back as he groaned."Right, come on."

Just as I thought he was going to take care of me, he grabbed me by my elbow, practically dragging me up the stairs. I complained as I tried to not trip. This just confirmed it for me. If I wasn't drunk, I wouldn't have fought this, I would have kept quiet, maybe made a snappy remark; but seeing as I was drunk, words slipped out before I could even think about them.

"Ever since the fucking war, you've hated me." I whined, a lump forming in my throat.

He didn't respond.

"I know you saw a lot, I know you went through so many terrible things. But why do you hate me? What did I do to make this marriage fall apart?"

"You're drunk, you won't remember this in the morning." Tommy huffed, laying me down on the bed.

"I will. I always remember when you upset me."

Tommy said nothing, leaving the room. I did remember what he said to me, I remembered everything since he came back to me. I called him my hero. Such a brave man who fought for his country. Now all I had was a corrupt, mean man in my house... his house.

Another week had gone, meaning another week of having to pretend I didn't have a husband. I had time to really think about what I wanted, where I wanted this relationship to go. I married a different man before the war, but that's what every woman was saying. Part of me felt terrible for being mad at him, Tommy (like a majority of men) hadn't spoke of what happened, which was understandable, but I had wanted him to say something to me, something that showed me he was still human. Though I never got it.

Once again, Tommy came home late in the evening. I was surprised when he stopped by the kitchen, actually coming to see me. Neither of us said anything, Tommy breaking the silence by clearing his throat.

"How have you been?" he started.

"How have I been? We've hardly spoken all week and that's what you say to me?"

"Well, just as you said, I've been neglectful."

"You've just made a statement but it has driven this conversation no where."

He lit a cigarette."That's all I seem to do nowadays. Never been good at conversation."

"You were with me." I mumbled.

He grunted as a response.

"Those were the days, eh?"

He moved towards me, inhaling his cigeratte before exhaling near my face. I didn't move away."You really miss them, don't you?"

"Miss my husband being present in my life? Yes, funny that."

The corner of his lip twitched."You haven't lost your temper."

"Someone had to stay put."

"Don't fight me."

"That's all we're doing anyway Tommy."

He got closer, his body now against mine, so close I could smell the usual scent of whiskey and cigarettes on him. I took the cigarette, taking a drag myself before putting it out in a cold cup of tea.

"Have we really changed that much?"

"You shouldn't have to ask that question."

His eyes cast down to his hands, which were currently unbuttoning my blouse. Although there was an urge in me that wanted him to stop, to prove that he was an awful husband, there was an even bigger part of me longing for his touch after being starved of attention for so long. I looked over his face, still taken back by how blue his eyes were. The trance was broke as he pushed my blouse off me, leaning in to kiss me hard. My hands instantly wrapped around his neck, gripping the bottom of his hair. There was a horrible, twisting knot forming in my stomach, and it wasn't lust or a build up of pleasure, it was the wonder of would this be our last intimate moment together? Could this be testing whether our love was still alive for each other?

I yelped as his hands ruffled up my skirt, and I quickly unbuckled his trousers, going to reach down when Tommy pushed me harshly into the coutertop. Ignoring that pain in my back, I moaned as he quickly entered me, his pace already fast and rough. Gripping onto his shoulders, I tried to keep myself steady. But what I thought would give me hope, fill me with pleasure, was the exact opposite. He wasn't making love to me. He was just fucking me like some whore he got from the streets.

I really tried to enjoy it, to feel something, or at least pretend he was having sex with me because he loved me; but as soon as it had began, it was over. He let out a deep moan, short of breath as he thrusted into me one last time. As he got his breath back, my face was emotionless, the arms that once tightly held onto him now limp, no longer wanting to be near him. I refrained from making a nice as he pulled out of me, shamelessly pulling down my skirt. But what made me freeze was how he simply did up his trousers and walked away. I had had enough.

Picking up a plate, I threw it with all my might at him, missing his head by a fraction."Fuck you Thomas Shelby!"

That had been the last time I saw Tommy. Well, lived with him at least. I couldn't stand to be in the house any longer, even if he never showed up. However, it was hard to get around Small Heath without someone even mentioning him. I stayed with a friend of mine, Fran, who thankfully took me in. She too didn't give a shit about Tommy.

"Come on then," I huffed as Fran kept pushing around the food on her plate,"tell me."

Her eyes darted up to mine, almost as if I scared her."What?"

"He was with her again today, wasn't he?"

She hesitated."Yes. She's working at the Garrison still."

"Not even divorced and he's still going after her."

"You're not upset?"

"I'm upset that he doesn't have the respect to come and tell me he's in love with her. I would go and tell him I want a divorce, but I still think I would punch him in the face."

"I don't see the problem with that."

We laughed."I don't want to be the bitch of a wife. I want it done properly so he can't hold anything against me."

"What if I punched him?"

"You can take that risk. He is still leader of the Peaky Blinders."

"Never stopped me before."

The next morning, I got up early, though I hadn't actually had a choice in that. I had awoken to the sick feeling in my stomach that had been there for the past two weeks. Fran somehow hadn't heard me throwing up whatever was left in my stomach, but that worked to my advantage. It was obvious I was pregnant, but I shocked myself when I felt no fear. It may have been Tommy's child, but it wouldn't have the life he would intend for it. I had always wanted children, Tommy used to until he came back from war. He wasn't against it, he just never had time to even think of it. Although it seemed like bad timing for me, I was still having this child, raising them incredibly; and by God I was going to be an amazing mother. Besides, he had a new woman to think about, even if he didn't have the decency to tell me.

Once I was ready, dressed in my smartest clothes, makeup and hair fully done, I headed downstairs, grabbing my briefcase and headed to the betting shop. There was only one way I was going to get through to Tommy. As I entered the shop, heads turned, wondering why the Mrs was here and where she had been this whole time.

"(Y/N), thought you'd dissappeared on us." Arthur joked, sticking his head out of his office.

"And yet, no one came searching for me."

He stumbled with his words."W-well, you know-"

"Don't worry Arthur, I wasn't expecting anyone to do that. And just so you know, you and John have always been good to me. I'll miss you."

"Miss us? What do you mean?"

I didn't answer as I kept on walking towards Tommy's office, knocking before entering. He was sat at his desk, Polly on the other side.

"Oh, you're both here. That saves us some time." I sadisticly smiled.

"(Y/N), what are you doing here?" Tommy asked, not rising from his chair.

I walked towards the desk, placing my briefcase down on it."I've come to discuss business."

"And what business would that be?"

"Hello Pol, sorry I haven't been round in a while."

Polly smirked at me, knowing what game I was playing.

"Look Tommy, we both know that our marriage is non existent at this point. However, a spanner has been thrown into the works." I began to unbutton my coat, knowing that I wasn't showing, but sure of what effect it would have on Polly.

"Holy shit." She exclaimed, standing up and grabbing my boob as if it was a normal thing."You're fucking pregnant."

That caught Tommy's attention. His eyes had widened, and he was staring at my stomach.

"That's why I'm here today. I understand that you and Grace Burgess are involved with each other. That doesn't bother me, our marriage is obviously over."

No response.

I opened the briefcase."I had a friend write this up. You can look it over. It's a contract stating what you'll give me after we get divorced."

Polly scoffed as she sat back down, leaning back in her chair. I handed Tommy the contract, but when he didn't take it, I let it drop in front of him. He didn't even glance at it.

"I haven't mentioned about you seeing that child."

"You're keeping it?"

"The fact that you just said that makes me think you shouldn't even be allowed to see them."

"And what else is stated in this contract?"

"That property we have outside of London, in the countryside, that is to be put in my name."

"You what?"

"I was the one that wanted it. You bought it as a gift. The least you can do is give your child a place to live."

He rubbed his eyes, sighing deeply.

"And when we write up our divorce papers, this will all be included, especially the child support."

"You've really thought about this, haven't you?"

"Yes, you know I'm not an idiot Tommy. Although you've hurt me, I'm willing for there not to be any bad blood between us. If you meet these requirements, I believe we can have some sort of peace between us."

"You've been to too many family meetings." Polly commented, looking through the papers herself.

"So, Tommy, what do you say?"

"If a divorce is what you wish, you shall have it. But I do want to know one thing. Why all of this? Why the theatrics of a contract?"

"Because I thought this was the only way to get you to understand? You haven't been speaking to me recently, might as well make it a business proposition. I'll leave you to think it through, but we need to meet with solicitors. The sooner we get this done, the sooner it'll all be over."

I left as soon as the last word left my lips. As I shut the door behind me, I let out a huge breath, only just realising how fast my heart was beating. Hastily leaving, I had stepped out of the door when Polly called me.

"Pol, I really don't want to speak about this-"

"Are you sure you want to do this? Do it like that I mean."

"I've never been more sure in my life. I can finally be happy, raise this one as a happy mum."

"You'll be a great mum."

"Can you help me with one last thing?"

"What is it?"

"Boy or girl?"

We both smiled at each other, me impatiently waiting for an answer. She felt my boob, thinking for a moment when her smile reappeared.

"Girl."

I squealed."I've always wanted a girl. Thank you Pol, for everything."

"Don't be getting soppy on me now, girl."

"It won't be goodbye forever you know, when I'm gone. My daughter will know of her aunt Polly."

"She fucking better."

As I left, I felt a new sensation. My head was lighter, I felt like I could breathe better. It was as if I was a new woman. And I was going to be. No longer would I be Mrs Shelby. I would be (Y/N) (Y/L/N), venturing out on her own and raising her daughter, without the cruel world that was Small Heath. She wouldn't be known as Tommy Shelby's daughter either. It was just my little girl and me, on our own, but we had each other.

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lotrfics · 4 years

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IMAGINE: Being dared to kiss Boromir

Pairing: Boromir x Reader

Requested: No

Summary: Playing a game of Truth or Dare hosted by a very drunk Merry and Pippin is the worst thing anyone could ever do… or best

A/N: I have better things to do other than writing this story, such as reading the books, but I’m bored as usual, honestly when am I ever not bored? Well I don’t think I have written a non requested one shot in a while, so here you go, this came in my mind.

“How about we play a game of Truth or Dare?” Merry drunkenly asked. It was very out of character of him, if anyone was asking to play a game of truth or dare between Merry and Pippin, it would be Pippin. But Merry had to play a drinking game, he had to take a shot every time Legolas said something obvious or made a ridiculous face, so he was completely drunk. It was a surprise he hasn’t blacked out.

Boromir tried to stay away from it, he even told Pippin “no” five times already, but he gave in just so the youngest halfling could finally shut up. He played truth or dare with Faramir and his friends, and it was an embarrassing experience, he vowed to never play it again. Of course he broke that vow right now.

You on the other hand didn’t really care. You were very bold, you always chose dare just so you don’t spill some secrets. Besides, a dare was just a dare, no matter how bad it was, you could always get over it.

Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli decided to join, while Gandalf chose to just watch. Gandalf would never play a game of truth or dare, and Pippin couldn’t pester him the way he pestered Boromir into joining.

“Ahhh.” Pippin sat down, slightly giggling from the alcohol that was beginning to get to him. “Gimli! I think you should have the honor to go first. Truth or dare!”

Gimli chuckled. “A dwarf is always bold enough to choose dare over truth,” he said, “So dare! Give me a good one you can think of.”

“I dare you ruin Legolas’ hair as horribly as possible.” Pippin smirked, and Legolas could be heard huffing. The elf glared at Pippin then at Gimli, already regretting joining this game. But he will get his revenge on Pippin later.

Gandalf can be seen in the background smiling, secretly enjoying the fact that he gets to watch all of you suffer while he does nothing.

Gimli stood up to walk over the dining table, picked up a pot, and walked back to pour the soup all over the elf’s flawlessly braided platinum blond hair. Some of you began laughing, and Legolas’ face flushed from anger.

Merry crossed his arms. “Now pick someone.” He said to Gimli.

Gimli gave Merry a devilish smirk. “You. Truth or dare.”

A while has passed. Merry chose truth, so Gimli told him to talk about the most boring thing about the Shire. It took a while for Merry to ponder, before answering it was the lack of outside knowledge most hobbits have.

Boromir also chose truth, should he have been an elf, he would die of grief caused by embarrassment if he was dared to do a ridiculous dance in front of everyone, even if you were all his friends. He was asked by Aragorn to talk badly about his father. This angered Boromir, who always thought of his father so highly, but he did so nonetheless.

“I’m quite glad my mother isn’t here to see how terrible my father treats my brother,” Boromir said in a low voice as if Denethor were to appear out of nowhere, “I think he would’ve gotten a slap from her, my brother was always special to her, ever since he was born.”

As serious Aragorn was, he tried to hold back his laugh after Boromir finished, barely succeeding in doing so.

“Legolas. I suppose you could go next, if you wish. Truth or dare.” Boromir said.

“Dare.” Legolas said with determination in his voice, looking at Pippin. He was allowed to wash his hair and change clothes after it was ruined by Gimli, he couldn’t stand the messiness for the entire time the game was being played.

Boromir caught on what Legolas was up to real quick, so he decided to do him a favor. “I dare you to throw Pippin across the room.”

Gimli cackled at seeing Pippin’s widened eyes and shocked face. and Legolas got up, picked up the shrieking halfling, who begged for mercy, then threw him as he was told, as lightly as possible to not actually hurt him. After that, Pippin got up then shuffled his way back to his spot with red cheeks.

“(Y/N),” Merry said, having caught your attention, “you have not gone up yet. So, your turn! Truth or dare?”

“You weren’t supposed to pick, you didn’t even let Boromir-”

“Shhhh! You’re ruining the game, Pip!”

Everyone could notice how the alcohol was now fully taking over Merry. He wasn’t himself.

Merry rested his chin on his knuckles as he looked at you. “You still haven’t answered my question. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” You said firmly with crossed arms, preparing yourself for the worst case scenario.

Merry smirked. “Kiss who you find most handsome in this circle.”

There was Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli and Legolas in the circle. All of them, plus Gandalf, were all staring at you, wondering who you were going to kiss.

You already knew who you were going to kiss, you knew who you found quite handsome, but you just didn’t know how you were going to do it. Merry spoke up, unsatisfied you haven’t done anything yet.

“Don’t be shy,” Merry said, “if you want to kiss me or Pippin-”

You had enough. You turned to Boromir, who was right next to you, then suddenly cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss, which caught everyone, including him, off guard.

He had a lot of thoughts running in his mind, so much that he did not return the kiss immediately. Only did he (eagerly) return the kiss when he felt your hands running down his back, which brought him back to reality, when he realized he wasn’t daydreaming after zoning out, that this was actually real. He felt happy about that, and he really needed to relieve all the stress he’s been put in.

It was just supposed to be a simple kiss, it could’ve been just a peck on the lips and that was more than enough. But you have always desired the man, so you got carried away and never thought of pulling away. His arms wrapped around your waist as your right hand moved to grip his hair, like there’s no tomorrow.

Boromir would never admit it out loud, but you were quite a good kisser. He would never admit out loud that he shamelessly enjoyed it. He was about to slip his tongue in your mouth to bring you in a surprise, but someone decided to interrupt you both before he could do so.

“Alright, that’s enough,” said Aragorn, a little disgusted having to watch a kiss randomly turn into a makeout session, “do that somewhere else.”

You pulled away only to stick your tongue out at Aragorn while Boromir laughed at him before continuing what you were originally doing as if nothing happened.

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empyreanwritings · 4 years

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The Cure to Heartbreak

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ex!Peter Quill x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: loads of language, break up angst, mentions of alcoholism, suggestive themes

Summary: An impromptu road trip with your neighbor is exactly what you needed to get over your ex.

A/N: Y’all, I watched Someone Great on Netflix and then I somehow ended up with 4k words worth of Biker!Bucky. It may be a little all over the place, but I wanted to place emphasis on the reader realizing her worth outside of a relationship, ya feel? Let me know what you think! x

Waking up to your best friend pulling the curtains open and blinding you wasn't the way you wanted to start your day. In fact, you didn't want to start your day at all. You planned on wallowing in your bed all day - avoiding all responsibilities and pretending like you didn't get your heart ripped out of your chest the night before.

Peter Quill was supposed to be the love of your life. You two met at a party your freshman year of college and hit it off quickly. At first, you didn't see him as anything more than a one-night stand. It was your chance to be slutty! You had just moved to the city far, far away from your parents, and you wanted to be a little reckless. But reckless never worked out for you.

When Quill brought you breakfast in bed the morning after, you knew you were a goner.

Five years. That asshole let you be in love with him for five whole years before he told you he met another woman, who he just "connected" with at work.

Thing had been rocky for the past few months. You got one of the editor positions at Stark publishing, and you let it take over most of your life. But could anyone blame you? Being an editor was something you worked for your entire college career. It was all you ever wanted to do besides becoming an actual author.

But you didn't think rocky meant you were pushing him into someone else's arms.

As much as you wanted to hate him, you couldn't do anything besides blame yourself. You let work become a priority, and somewhere along the way, you stopped showing Quill how much you truly loved him. Maybe it was all your fault, but you liked to think he could have stepped up and said something. He could have tried to save what you two had before falling in love with another woman.

Another woman with a stupid name, you might add.

"Not today," you groaned and pulled a pillow over your face.

"Oh no, you are not wallowing today!" Wanda scolded as she ripped the pillow away from you. "Get up, we're going to brunch with Carol and Peter."

"Tell them I'm too sick."

Wanda rolled her eyes. "You are not too sick. You're just a big baby."

You tried to fake cough for emphasis, but she wasn't having it. She grabbed your ankles and practically threw you off your bed. And when you glared up at her from the pile of blankets you grabbed in surprise, she just stared back at you completely unfazed. The woman was persistent.

"I brought you bagels from your fave," she held up a brown paper bag but kept it away from your reach, "You get them once you've taken a shower and gotten dressed! And I mean it on the shower, girl, you look crusty."

You glanced down at your hair, which still had hairspray in it from last night. You had meant to take a shower, but you were so distraught that Quill broke up with you at your anniversary dinner, you forgot. Well, you didn't forget, per say - you were a little too drunk to figure out how to work your own shower.

A shower sounded terrific, but you barely had any energy to stand, let alone clean yourself. Thankfully, Wanda could see your hesitation and pushed you towards your bathroom. She even made sure your face wash and favorite body wash were on the edge of the tub for you to use, which brought a small smile to your face. Sometimes, you forgot how great of a friend Wanda could be when you needed her most.

You decided halfway through your shower that your sadness would go down the drain with your shampoo. Being miserable wouldn't change the fact that Quill no longer wanted to be with you. Being miserable did nothing except make you look pathetic, and you refused to be the pathetic one in this break up.

And when you stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around your body and steam pouring out from behind you, you felt yourself smile. Even if it was a little forced.

---

"If I drink another mimosa, I swear I'm going to puke OJ all over Carol's shirt," you moaned, giving your stomach a small pat. "But damn, they went so well with that French toast."

Peter nodded as he stared as his half eaten Belgian waffle. "I want to eat it, but my stomach might burst."

Carol looked between the two of you and shook her head, making it a point to snatch the waffle off Peter's plate and stuff it into her mouth. She managed to eat all her food, drink four mimosas, and she still wasn't ready to quit. When she committed to a brunch outing, she committed. And you didn't miss the way she called you babies through her mouthful of food.

Brunch started out more emotional than you cared to admit. By your second mimosa, you were spilling all the details of your breakup. How everybody gave you sympathetic looks when you stormed out, and how the hostess gave you a free meal voucher on your way out because she felt terrible for you. She probably cringed when she saw the mascara running down your cheeks, but you didn't care. Free food was free food.

You teared up. Your friends listened until you started crying into your egg's benedict - that was when Carol smacked the back of your head.

Once all the emotional shit was out of the way, you had a nice time. The four of you ate more food than your stomachs could bare. Peter talked about his date with MJ, which he didn't want to do at first (he claimed he didn't want to make you feel bad, but your baby boy was dating! How could you be upset?) And all was good.

Until Peter fucking Quill walked into the café with his new girl.

Not even a full twenty-four hours after your break up.

"Do you want me to kill him?" Carol asked, her glare on full display.

"I'll clean up the evidence," Peter added.

"And I'll help bury the body," Wanda said with a coy smile, clinking her glass against Peter's.

You shook your head. "No. If he wants to be with that woman then let him. She's got cheap pink streaks in her hair, so who's really thriving?"

While your words were confident, you could feel yourself breaking down. The urge to down an entire bottle of champagne crept right back up, and you hated yourself for it. Drinking wasn't a bad thing but drinking when you were emotional was. You always did it at the worst of times, and it was why your sister thought you were an alcoholic to this day.

You sucked in your cheeks and excused yourself quietly, trying not to bring too much attention to your table. They wanted to follow you out, but you reassured them you'd be right back. You just needed to get some air.

Your heart beat so rapidly, you could feel it jump to your throat. You were almost certain you were going to burst into tears at any moment, and you weren't sure which one was more embarrassing: crying over your ex or crying over your ex next to a dumpster that reeked of sun-cooked booze.

The rumble of a motorcycle pulled you out of your thoughts. You peeked around the corner of the alley and saw Bucky Barnes, the only normal neighbor on your floor. You hadn't run into him on your way in last night, but you were sure he heard you shamelessly singing Lizzo at the top of your lungs.

Oh god, you were a terrible neighbor.

"Y/N?" Bucky called out before you could retreat towards the dumpster.

"Hey!" You heard your voice crack, and you quickly cleared your throat. "Sorry, hey. What are you doing here?"

"Were you crying by that dumpster?"

You let out a watery laugh and tried to run your fingers through your already tangled hair. "Whaaat? No way! I-I…I totally was."

He hummed, trying to hide the smile creeping up on his face. "Does this have anything to do with the concert I got last night?"

"Fuck, I am so sorry about that. I was drunk - the kind of drunk that sings Truth Hurts at three in the morning."

"It's okay, really," he laughed. "I had gotten home only a few minutes before. Me and Steve were out celebrating with Sam on his new promotion."

You released a relieved breath. So, you weren't a terrible neighbor, just an obnoxious one.

Bucky's gaze flickered to the inside of the café, and you almost questioned what he was looking at when you turned and saw him staring right at Quill.

They weren't big fans of each other. Quill always got insanely jealous when he found out Bucky was hanging out at your place for a movie night or a game night, which Bucky wasn't a fan of. He thought it was childish.

He didn't ask what Quill was doing with another woman. He didn't ask what prompted you to get drunk and sing last night or cry by a dumpster just a few minutes prior to his arrival. He didn't need to. It was obvious what was going on, and he hated Quill for treating you like that.

You deserved so much better.

"Get on," he said as he held out his helmet for you.

"What?"

"Get on," he repeated with a shrug. "I wanna take you somewhere."

"I can't just leave. My friends are-"

Someone tapped on the window behind you, and you laughed when you saw it was Peter practically smushed up against it. He gestured to the hunk of a man behind you and made a waving motion that resembled something along the lines of "Go, crazy bitch! Don't say no!"

And you weren't sure if it was the encouragement of your friends or the fact that now Quill was looking directly at you from the counter, but you turned around and took the helmet from Bucky without another thought.

You wanted to ask where you were going, but you knew he wasn't going to tell you. Bucky seemed like the type who enjoyed being mysterious way too much.

Spontaneous adventures weren't your forte. You liked planning your trips out as much as you possibly could. When you and Wanda took a road trip down to New Orleans, you made sure every minute was planned - even what rest stop you were going to stop at. You liked knowing, you liked having a schedule.

You learned very quickly that Bucky wasn't that type of person. He had no idea where you were going when he asked you to get on his bike, and you started to realize that when he took random exits that didn't lead to the same place.

Every now and then, you found yourself standing and holding your arms out, letting the wind wrap itself around you. You had no idea where you were going, but you were going to make the most of it. You thought about pulling your helmet off at one point just to feel the wind in your hair, but Bucky reached back and pinched your thigh the second your fingers touched the straps.

He was a stickler for motorcycle safety, apparently.

It didn't feel like a long drive, though. It wasn't until you started to see signs for Atlantic City that you realized you had been driving for at least two hours. You should have been more aware of where you were going, but you enjoyed the ride too much. It was easy to lose yourself a bit.

"What the hell are we doing here?" You gasped once Bucky found a spot closest to the boardwalk. "You seriously drove us two hours away from the city!"

"Do you want to go back?" He wasn't asking to be mean. If you genuinely wanted to go home, he would turn right around and not complain.

The mist coming from the beach hit your face, and you could smell the fried food from some of the pier vendors. You weren't hungry by any means, but something about the smell of fried Oreos always made your mouth water.

"No," you replied after a moment, "No, I don't want to leave."

"Good." Bucky smiled over at you, and you couldn't stop yourself from smiling back at him. Something about that man's happiness was contagious. Every time he smiled, you had to fight the urge to smile as well. But today, you weren't going to fight it. You were going to be happy. Spontaneous. Definitely not sad over Peter fucking Quill.

He took your hand and led you down the boardwalk, assuring you that he knew where he was taking you now. You didn't believe him for one second, but you let him lead you nonetheless.

"I know the couple who owns this casino," he stated as he pulled you towards Ocean. "I did maintenance here before I moved to the city, and they really took care of me. I know they can give us VIP access to the rooftop party."

"How do you know there's a rooftop party already?"

He looked over his shoulder at you, "Cause it's Atlantic City. They're always partying here."

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Your first year of college was something you thought you'd never be able to experience again. You were able to party without needing to get drunk. You danced like no one was watching because you were young, and it didn't matter what other people thought! All that mattered was you were with your best friends.

Today you got to feel that way again.

The pool was filled to the brim with bubbles, and even though you didn't have your bathing suit, that didn't stop you from at least going in ankle deep and tossing some bubbles at Bucky. People crowded the deck, and you constantly squished against his chest just to get through to the other side, but neither of you seemed to mind. And the best part? You had no desire to drink.

Well, you had one shot, but Bucky offered to let you do a tequila shot off his very chiseled, very tattooed physique. How could you turn that down?

But, other than that, you didn't need to drink. You enjoyed every second of the rooftop party, and you planned on remembering it all. It wasn't often you decided to get on someone's motorcycle and drive all the way to Atlantic City with said person.

"I got us a room, by the way," Bucky yelled over the music into your ear.

"You didn't have to do that!"

He scoffed. "You deserve to have some fun, Y/N. This is a city that never sleeps, you need to embrace it!"

You were about to respond to him when you felt your phone vibrate. You held your finger up, letting him know that you were willing to continue the conversation, but you froze when you saw Quill's name flashing across your screen. You hadn't changed his icon photo yet, so a picture of you two kissing was staring right back at you.

"Wow, cold bucket of reality," you mumbled.

Bucky wanted to take the phone away from you - to tell you not to answer - but he didn't have the right. You needed to work through your heartbreak however you needed to. If talking to Quill was what you needed, who was he to stop you?

It helped knowing Quill saw you leave with Bucky. He had to keep himself from smirking the second they made eye contact. And maybe that was what he was calling about.

You shook your head and quickly declined the call. The last thing you wanted was to hear whatever Quill had to say. Whatever excuse he had for moving on so quickly, or whatever issue he had with you hopping on Bucky's motorcycle - you didn't want to hear it. It would only dampen your mood. You deserved better than that.

"Do you want to dance?"

Bucky grabbed your hand and twirled you around. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pressing your back against his chest. You held back a shiver the second you felt his lips against the shell of your ear.

"I would love to dance," he whispered, eliciting another shiver you couldn't hold back this time.

Being pressed against Bucky, moving to the beat of the music, felt…almost surreal. No one else around you really mattered. Someone could have elbowed you straight in the back, and you wouldn't have noticed. You focused on Bucky's hands on your hips; his fingers occasionally brushing against your exposed skin; or his lips that constantly grazed the side of your neck. It was hard not to lose yourself in the moment.

You didn't want to make Bucky a rebound. You made that decision before you took a shot off his abs.

Bucky was someone you knew you could fall for. You already spent a lot of time together, spent a lot of nights just getting to know each other. He knew things about you that no one else besides Wanda knew, and he wasn't afraid to share the darker parts of him. The first time you had a movie night, he told you about the scarring on his left arm that he covered with tattoos. And he listened when you opened up about leaving your parents behind.

What you two had was special. If it was meant to be something more than platonic, you couldn't ruin that by sleeping with him in the middle of a heartbreak. No matter how badly you wanted to.

"I want to kiss you right now," you confessed once you had a moment alone.

You two escaped the party and moved to one of the indoor pools. Everyone was at the party, so it gave you two the opportunity to enjoy some peace and quiet.

"But I'm guessing you're not going to?" Again, he wasn't malicious when he said this. It was almost as if he understood what you were thinking before you even said it out loud. He was far too understanding, and that made it even more difficult for you.

"I can't."

"I know."

You swirled your feet around in the water, keeping your eyes on the ripples at all times. Looking at him would make you crack right now.

"I can't be upset at Quill for moving on a day later if I do the same," you sighed. "Plus, I know I'm not ready. I want to be, ya know? I don't want to be miserable and think about how much my life is going to change now. I mean, I spent five years of my life with this guy - I had my future based on where we were supposed to be - and now…"

"Now you have to figure out who you are outside of those plans - outside of a relationship."

You nodded. You spent important parts of your life with Quill. You grew up and grew into the relationship with each other. You had no idea who you were by yourself. Single Y/N could be completely different from Quill's long-term girlfriend Y/N.

And you wanted to get to know who she was.

"If you ask me to wait for you, I will."

You quirked an eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

"I mean, I already have been," he chuckled. "And I don't mind waiting a little bit longer."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger on his skin a little bit longer than necessary. It was your way of telling him to wait without saying it out loud. You'd never be selfish enough to ask him to wait. If he met someone while you were trying to find yourself, you'd be happy for him. A little disappointed but happy. But if he genuinely wanted to wait and be with you, you would love it secretly.

He linked his fingers with yours and smiled to himself as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"You know," you turned your face up to look up him, curious as to what was about to leave that man's mouth, "I'd be okay with you using me for one night. No strings attached."

You laughed, not sure if he was serious or not. He stayed quiet, but he leaned in less than an inch closer to your face. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get your attention. He was serious. And you weren't sure if that turned you on or terrified you.

"Bucky, I don't want to hurt you," you exhaled shakily.

He shifted next to you and gave you a small smirk. "You can't hurt me, darlin'. I'm a big boy, I know what I'm getting myself into."

The air shifted between you; the electricity was undeniable, you could feel it tingling on your lips. You shouldn't have moved closer. You shouldn't have kissed him, and you definitely shouldn't have slept with him. It was a terrible, terrible idea. The angel on your shoulder warned you about how bad of an idea this could be. But the devil…she really wanted to get laid.

Bucky's thumb brushed your bottom lip, and all your inhibitions flew out the window. You could think about the consequences in the morning.

---

"Make sure to ice that ankle," you teased as you dropped Bucky off at his door.

"You weren't kidding when you said you were going to hurt me, huh?"

You gasped and punched him lightly in the shoulder. Never in your life had you accidentally twisted someone's ankle in the middle of sex. You thought he was trying to mess with you at first - playing around with the whole "you can't hurt me" bit - but when you woke up, it was swollen and blotched with purple.

You were appalled, especially when Bucky started laughing about it. He was never going to let you live it down, and you were dreading it already.

Hey, remember the time you almost broke my ankle during sex?

Hey, do you wanna try that thing again? Oh wait, that's how we sprain ankles.

And here you thought you'd regret the sex because you were using the man. Who would have thought this would have been what you regretted?

"Before you walk through your door, and we go back to being just neighbors," Bucky grabbed the front of your shirt and captured your lips in a deep kiss. You hummed, letting him take his moment to explore every inch of your mouth again. When you pulled away, you were both breathless and staring at each other with lust blown eyes. "Sorry, I had to get one more in."

"Talk about-"

"Y/N?"

Your heads snapped towards your, now open, apartment door. Quill stood there staring at you locked in Bucky's embrace, and you knew by the way his nose flared that he was irritated. He wasn't allowed to be pissed, but break up or not, it probably stung a little bit. Good.

"Remind me to take your key back," you spat at him.

Bucky asked if you wanted him to get rid of Quill, but you shook your head. You appreciated the gesture, but this was what you needed to do. Neither of you got the closure you both clearly needed after your break up. Quill moved on, but it was obvious he didn't want to see you with anyone else, especially Bucky. And part of you was still a mess. A long, mature talk needed to happen to make everything seem a little bit better. Just a little, teeny bit.

You gave Bucky a kiss on the cheek and waved Quill back into your apartment. Bucky reminded you he was just one wall away if you needed him, and you nodded. Thank god for your scary biker neighbor. You always felt safe with him.

Quill waited until the door was closed to turn and look at you. You held out your hand, a look of annoyance written all over your face. He knew what you wanted; you wanted the key to your apartment back, but he wasn't ready. He was the one to end it and fall for another woman but seeing you with Bucky made his stomach twist. He wondered if he was ready to move on after all.

"I think we made a mistake calling it off," he muttered.

You barked out a humorlessly laugh. "Oh, do you?"

"Is that your way of saying you don't want to hear what I have to say? That you're choosing him over me?

You clenched your fists at your side. Hot breath left your lips. You could feel the anger burning at the pit of your belly, and part of you wanted to lunge across the living room and punch him in the throat. A good fist to the throat always seemed to help situations like this. But you stopped yourself from doing so.

Violence wasn't exactly your thing.

"I am not choosing him over you or you over him," you seethed behind clenched teeth. "For once in my fucking life, I'm choosing me because I fucking deserve it."

"What the hell does that even mean?!"

"It means I'm going to be able to make decisions without wondering how you're going to react! It means I'll be able to find out what I love doing outside of a relationship. Maybe pick up a hobby or two, I don't know! There are so many possibilities for me, and I don't know who I'll end up with in the future - emphasis on the future, Quill - but I do know it won't be you!"

He stared at you, the words you said swirling around his mind. He wanted to call you selfish. Your life didn't have to revolve around him, but you could have at least thought about including him in it again. Things had a chance of working out if you wanted it to, but he realized you weren't going to change your mind. No matter how much he wanted you to. Begging was pointless, and he hadn't really thought through coming here in the first place.

He, technically, stood Gamora up to be here. Which would cause him trouble later.

"So, that's it then?" He croaked. "You won't even give us a second chance?"

"When have I ever believed in second chances, Quill?"

"Good point."

You ran your fingers through your hair. The odds of Bucky hearing this entire argument were high. You already had this conversation with him. It wasn't nearly as intense, and you definitely didn't close any romantic doors between you two, but you made it clear you needed to choose yourself for once.

You deserved to love yourself before you loved another person again.

Quill stepped towards you, and you quickly moved back two steps, making sure to keep as much distance between you two as possible. Despite his "I want you back confession," you knew he still had Gamora waiting on the sidelines. He'd be able to go back to her now that you rejected him, but you hoped she came to her senses and left his ass behind, too. The two of you would be able to form a fun ex-girlfriend's club.

"I guess I should go," Quill relented.

You clicked your tongue. "Yeah, I think that's best."

"I'm sorry…for everything."

"Me too, Quill, me too."

A small tear slid down your cheek when he closed the door behind him, and you quickly wiped it away. You didn't want to cry. You didn't want to let yourself admit the conversation affected you.

Less than twenty-four hours ago, you would have jumped for joy knowing Quill wanted you back. If Bucky hadn't whisked you away, you may have gotten back together with him, too. But time away did wonders for a woman's self-worth. You actually owed Bucky a thanks later.

A knock came from the wall that separated your kitchen and Bucky's apartment. When you two were too lazy to walk through the hall, you often did this to talk with each other. It was one step above physically talking in each other's presence and one step below face-timing or talking on the phone.

"I'm proud of you," Bucky said loud enough to hear through the walls. You could hear the smile in his voice, and you smiled too.

"Thanks, Buck," you hummed. "I'm proud of me too."

#bucky barnes x reader #biker!bucky #biker!bucky x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic

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misssunflowersandsangria · 3 years

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Please Have Snow and Mistletoe- Chapter 3

My deers! Merry Christmas Eve, eve from my little corner of the world. Thanks again for going on this journey with me. I hope you’re enjoying it so far. Just two more chapters! Enjoy babes!

Summary: Sweet treats lead to honest hearts.

Chapter 3: Sweeter than a Sugar Plum

The next morning Shikamaru tried to make up for his behavior. It wasn’t fair to keep Temari at a distance just because he might have some confusing feelings for her. So instead of having breakfast altogether, he had it made so they wouldn’t have to leave the warm bed. Now though they were just lying there together enjoying the peaceful morning.

Temari thoroughly enjoyed being spoiled by him and having more time to talk. She learned more about his past and just what he’d managed to accomplish in just a few years. She was completely impressed by him but he was pretty dazzled by her as well. It was very affirming to have him be in just a bit of awe of her.

“I just don’t understand how you can stay away from all of this?” She gestured around the room. Thinking of his parents and his friends who were over the moon to have him home. “Work is important but there’s just so much more.”

Shikamaru looked up at Temari from where his head was resting on her lap. “I wanted to prove myself. I’ve lived with the pressure of being the Nara family heir. I wanted to show the world that I was worthy of carrying that name. But also that I could accomplish things without my last name. If that makes sense. I’ve silenced a lot of those naysayers and critics. There’s little else that I need to accomplish. I’ve done what I set out to do.”

Her hand was gently carding through his hair. “Are you happy?”

He considered his response carefully. “I think so, but something still feels like it’s missing.”

“Think you’ll ever figure out what that is?”

“I might be getting closer to knowing.” She settled back against the headboard analyzing everything she’d learn about him.

For Temari, Family had always come first. Moving away had been the first selfish thing that she’d done but it was what was for the best. What she needed to grow. But she always came back to them.

Shikamaru was just a little lost. It wouldn’t be hard to find his way back.

“So what’s on the schedule for today?” She was able to go through the number of clothes he’d ordered for her. It was far too many things for just two more days but he was insistent that she take it home with her. The uneasiness of the previous evening was long gone and they were back on familiar and comfortable ground.

“Christmas cookies with the Akimichis”

An amused grin crossed her face. “Really?”

“Yup, ever since we were kids we’d have a gingerbread house decorating contests and decorate cookies for Santa.”

She couldn’t help but think about how sweet of a tradition that was.

Choji and Karui’s home was incredible. Welcoming and inviting a delicious smell filled the air. The decorations reminded her of a winter wonderland.

“Temari!” Ino eagerly gathered her into a hug and Temari easily reciprocated the affection. It was easy to love the blonde.

“Welcome to our place. I’m so happy that you could come. Shikamaru hasn’t been around to do this with us. I doubt that he’s going to be very good at it.” Karui teased giving Temari another welcoming hug.

“Ya, ya, don’t listen to them Tem. They’re all mean to me.” Temari just grinned and followed Karui into the kitchen. It was huge, state of the art, and outfitted with the newest technology. On the counter and the island were icing, sprinkles with trays of cookies ready to be decorated. Along with supplies ready for them to make their own batches.

“Okay team Nara, here’s your aprons. Feel free to use anything in the kitchen.” Temari couldn’t help but laugh at the matching cheesy reindeer themed aprons they’d been given. She still hadn’t quite learned what the obsession was with deer.

“Let me help you with that.” Temari felt her skin warm at the casual way he brushed away her hair to tie the apron around her neck. His fingertips lightly touched the skin there. His hands grazed along her sides to pull the ties around her waist.

“Than-thank you.” She stammered flushed and felt a little too warm. He nodded before securing his own apron.

“You look ridiculous.”

He chuckled and while that might be true she looked absolutely adorable.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty sure I’ve never looked better.” Temari laughed before taking his hand to drag him towards their supplies.

“Okay Nara, let me see what you can do.”

—

“Those look terrible.” Ino criticized Shikamaru while holding up a goblin looking elf creature.

Shikamaru rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry that we can’t all be as artistic as Sai.”

The named man just grinned showing off another perfectly decorated snowflake-shaped cookie with elaborate icing.

“I’m sure they taste better than they look!” Temari interjected trying to be supportive.

Temari bravely took a bite before her expression changed into one of horror. She swallowed it down before taking a large drink of cocoa.

“Yup, delicious.”

The group all began to laugh out loud offering her pats of comfort and refilled her drink.

“She must really love you if she’s willing to eat a cookie you made Shikamaru.” Chouji grinned, throwing an affectionate arm around her.

“Come on they can’t be that bad.” After taking a bite his expression matched hers as she sent him an amused look.

“Why would you people let me make these things every year?” That cookie was absolutely disgusting.

“It’s a tradition. Besides you just usually ended up eating everyone’s cookies while we kindly fed yours to the trash can.” Chouji explained

“Ugh fine, Tem let me try one of yours then.” She gladly handed one over, and the delicious flavors floored him.

“Is there anything you’re not good at?” She grinned, flicking her hair over her shoulders.

“Probably not.”

The other two couples watched them with delighted eyes. Their teasing jabs, casual touches, and heated looks were signatures of a couple that was in love.

“How have we never met her before?” Sai whispered to Ino. His Love was the mother hen of their group. If Shikamaru had been seeing someone she’d have been the first to know.

“I don’t know. He clearly knew how to keep her a secret and I’ve been busy with work. Oh well. She’s here now and he’s happy.” Was there much else she could ask for her friend?

“These are delicious!” Temari groaned happily taking a bite of a snowman shaped cookie. Shikamaru just smiled at the bright and content look across her face.

“Let me get that.” Shikamaru’s thumb moved towards her mouth to rub away some red icing.

His thumb lightly traced along the soft skin of her bottom lip while Temari held her breath. His hand curved around her chin slowly moving her face towards his.

Temari’s eyes looked up, meeting his gaze before he dropped his hand in surprise.

“I got it.”

“Thanks.”

“Ahem, well all this sexual tension is really hot so why don’t we finish up here so I can go fuck my husband,” Ino announced shamelessly. Shikamaru rolled his eyes but appreciated that the attention was no longer on him.

They cleaned up and packed up all the treats they made except Shikamaru’s. Karui gave Temari a full batch of her famous cookies to take home with her.

After their moment in the kitchen, Temari intentionally tried to keep some distance between herself and Shikamaru. Her feelings toward him were already confusing. Each moment they shared together was only making it worse. She didn’t know how many more almost-kisses she could take.

“Drinks tonight!” Ino announced her great idea before everyone left.

“Ino-“

Ino leveled Shikamaru with a look. “No, you’re not invited. Just me Karui and Temari. You and the boys can stay home.”

“I don’t-“

Temari placed a hand on his arm. “Shikamaru, it’s okay. Ino I’d love to.”

“You’re so much more fun than him. Okay, I'll pick you up tonight.”

—

“You know you didn’t have to agree right.” Drinking with Ino could be classified as an extreme sport.

Temari rolled her eyes “Come on. I’ve only known her for a few days, it’s obvious that you can’t say no to that girl. Besides, it would look really weird if I didn’t want to hang out with your friends. I promise I won’t say anything that will reveal our secret. I’ll be fine.”

Turns out that high altitude and strong drinks were a lethal combination.

“I really like him!” Temari complained out loud. She wasn’t sure how many drinks in she was but she was feeling giggly and happy.

Karui laughed while taking another drink. “Of course you do, he’s your boyfriend!”

“He’s so annoyingly handsome and he’s smart, that's so hot,” Temari complained with a frown.

“We need to make this a new tradition! Drinks with the girls on Christmas Eve, eve!” Ino declared and they raised their glasses in agreement.

Ino threw her arms around Temari. “I’m glad he met you! There were some real bitches that were trying.”

Temari’s eyes sharpened “Where are they? Shikamaru is mine! I’ll kill them.”

Karui’s fist tightened. “Ya let’s go get them!”

Ino stood up before sitting right back down. “Wait, I can’t drive. Let me call Sai and then we will go get those bitches! “

“Hello?” Shikamaru groaned answering his phone. He’d text Temari a few hours ago and she assured him that she was fine. With nothing else to do, he’d gone to bed.

“Hey, Choji and I are coming to get you. My girl got your girlfriend and Karui drunk. This isn’t a job for one person.” Sai explained on the other line.

Shikamaru sighed, how did he know this would happen. “Of course she fucking did. Okay, I'll be ready.”

—

The girls were the loudest in there and would have probably been kicked out if everyone didn’t know who they were.

Temari stumbled into Shikamaru’s arms with a grin.

“You okay Tem?”

“Yes! Ino gave me a drink that tasted like a cookie. Now we are going to go after all those bitches that tried to hook up with Shikamaru.”

He rubbed at his tired face. In her drunken haze, she didn’t seem to recognize him. Chouji and Sai both had their hands full too. “We don’t have to do that.”

“Yes, we do! He’s mine, they need to know.”

“It’s okay Tem. He knows that you are his too.”

An adorable but unsure look crossed her face. “Shh, that’s a secret. Don’t tell Shikamaru that I think he’s cute.”

He grinned amusedly. “Okay I won’t, ready to go home? I’m sure Shikamaru misses you.”

“Yes!”

“Sai! I want to keep drinking.”

“Beautiful I think it’s time to go.” Sai tried to reason with her.

Ino stomped her foot. “You never let me do anything I want.” She pouted. They all knew that was a lie.

Temari intervened and wrapped her arms around Ino. “Ino, stop I want to go home. I miss Shikamaru.”

The other blonde perked up and nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”

Chouji already had Karui asleep on his back.

Shikamaru drove Ino’s car back while Sai and Chouji took the other. Temari was sitting content in the passenger side with a grin on her face.

“Do you think that Shikamaru likes me?” She wondered out loud. He was still amused that she didn’t realize who he was.

“You don’t think he does?”

Temari shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s so fast but he makes me feel special. I feel all floaty when I’m around him. He could have anyone though. Why me?”

His hand reached out to hold hers comfortingly. “Because you’re you. That’s enough for him.”

Her loopy grin was far too cute. “Thank you, stranger. I think I really like him too.” She leaned her head against the window and with that he heard her breathing even out.

Temari had unknowingly pushed him to face his feelings about her. She was someone different that was for sure. Beautiful, kind, smart, and wonderful.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Their arrangement was only meant to last for a few days, easy and simple. Sing some carols, eat a few meals together. That was it. Now though, his heart felt tied up in knots.

This wasn’t realistic. You didn’t just fall for someone after knowing them for a few days. He’d gone his entire life never feeling this way about anyone. And yet Temari had so easily brought these emotions to the surface in such a short amount of time.

This couldn’t be real? He was just getting caught up in Christmas and being home. In a few days, everything would be back to normal and life could continue on.

—

“Why are you up?”

Shikamaru looked up seeing his father standing there. “I just got back. Ino got Temari drunk so she's sleeping it off right now.” Shikaku just chuckled and took his spot across the Shogi board from his son.

“It’s been nice having you home Shikamaru.”

“I, I’m sorry I know I haven’t been home much.”

“I understand, I don’t particularly like it but I get it. Your mother though.”

“I know.”

Shikaku moved his piece before looking out towards the forest. “I haven’t seen her smile as much as she has the last few days. Having the house filled with people and laughter. You and Temari helped me give her back her smile.”

“Dad…” Shikamaru struggled with not revealing the truth and just admitting everything.

“I’m not trying to pressure you. That’s your mother’s domain. I’ll just say that if you can find someone that can make you smile, who pushes you to be better, that inspires and supports you. Well, don’t let them go. You’re my son, that’s enough. I’m proud of you regardless of what you’ve accomplished not because of them. The Nara name is safe with you.”

They played well into the night. As busy as his father was when he was younger he was always up for a game of Shogi. For Shikamaru, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d let himself play. It was a sobering realization.

Shikamaru made his way back to the room thinking about what his next moves would be. He couldn’t imagine on the 26th returning back to his busy lonely life. The world wouldn’t end if he stepped away from the fast-paced existence he’d built for himself. The new year would bring with it a new and better way of living. What remained to be seen was who would be standing next to him.

“Temari?” He was surprised to see her sitting up holding onto his stuffed deer.

“I woke up and didn’t find you here. I got worried.” She admitted.

He nodded and settled under the covers before pulling her in close. His hand rubbed up and down along her back. Temari sank into his warmth.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, I took the medicine and water you left out. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t say anything embarrassing did I?” When she drank she knew that she became loud and talkative.

“Nothing too bad, just that you think I’m cute.” He replied with a cheeky grin.

Even in the dark, he could make out the blush across her cheeks “Oh my God.” She ducked her warm face against his chest.

“You, Ino, and Karui were also planning on going after anyone that tried to date me in the past.”

“Ahh! Say no more.” He chuckled pulling her in close.

There was a little more but he’d keep that information to himself for now. “Christmas Cookie cocktails will make anyone a little loopy. Thanks for going out with them.” He never thought about how important it would be for his significant other to get along with his friends.

“They’re both great, in another lifetime I’m sure that we would be great friends.” It could be this lifetime but that wasn’t the case.

“Get some sleep Tem, it’s Christmas Eve, we'll have a busy day.”

Christmas Eve, their last day together. Their inevitable end.

Temari reached up to place a soft kiss against his cheek. Her lips lingered against his skin for just a little longer.

“Good night Shikamaru.”

Please Have Snow and Mistletoe

Chapter 1: Flight 4XMAS

Chapter 2: A Scene from a Snowglobe

Chapter 3: Sweeter than a Sugar Plum

I want to believe that in the Naruto-verse the InoShikaCho moms all hang out. I’m working on the last two chapters right now because I want them to be out by Christmas. Alas, I’m a procrastinator and have gifts to wrap too so :fingers crossed: it all comes out on time. Again, my sincere thanks for your support my sweet loves.

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blackthorn02 · 3 years

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The colour of death🥀-julius novachrono

May be some spoilers ahead...!!!

it was a nice and quiet day in clover kingdom like almost every other day. the only thing that was perceived as disturbing was the stormy wind that grew more and more from hour to hour and dark clouds, from distant lands, brought with it - announcing disaster. nobody could have guessed that this auspicious day would go down in the history of clover.

(Y/n) was one of the magical knights and was accepted into the strongest and most honorable of all magical orders, the crimson lion. and so it happened that the king of magicians also became aware of her,because her magical power was to be able to create black flames, a very rare gift that was considered by many to be ominous. but julius novachrono was blown away by this elegant and threatening power. so it happened that (y/n) and julius became friends - at this point nobody could have guessed that unconditional love should develop from this initially pure friendship. (Y/n)was on her way to the city when her new group leader lady mereoleona instructed her to help the black bull and their members to help them, who were just fighting the eye of the midnight sun and not doing very well. So she got on her broom and flew, through airy winds and clouds, as quickly as possible to the battle site, which turned out to be a cave and found the elves and their leader Licht,bound and defeated leaning against the rocky wall of the cave. the other knights were very exhausted and struck by the battle, apparently the elves had been stronger than expected. but the elves and their leaders didn't seem to be doing very well either. when asta saw (y/n)he came running towards her: "oiii, (y/n)! finally reinforcements came. These damned elves were really strong - we would have really lost a hair." (Y/n) laughed encouragingly to asta: "I'm glad that nothing coarser happened to all of you. However, I don't think your prisoners will survive back to the castle. Their injuries are quite serious and they seem to be in a very bad condition! I will go healing them while you take a little break. " So she marched lightly over to the elves, who looked at her pejoratively and spitefully.

she bent down to her leader and looked at him appraisingly: "I heard your name should be called Licht. I think that suits your magic very well. You are all very badly injured and as a magical knight it is not our kind of prisoner bad to treat or to suffer unnecessarily. I will heal you. " (y/n) eyed Licht but did he did not resist her gentle touch. she gently laid her hand flat on his forehead and began to heal him with the healing magic of the black phoenix. when (y/n) was done she held out a bottle of water. however, licht did not really seem to trust her. only after a long convincing did he finally drink the water and seemed visibly relieved not to have been poisoned. whereupon (y/n) just rolled her eyes. Unfortunately, the rest of the elves didn't seem very happy that their leader was captured and so they freed all the prisoners and declared war on the kingdom and all people. her hatred was so great and satisfying it didn't seem to solve the problem. the hatred of the elves had a much deeper reason, it seemed to have solidified in them.

unfortunately your mission was a complete flop. they had prisoners but they were liberated and it was even worse that they had to admit that the elves were damned powerful and dangerous. thanks to their hatred of the people, they were capable of anything, without taking into account excessive losses. and so (y/n) had no desire to tell julius about her failure. but unfortunately there was nothing to be denied to the king of magicians and certainly not to be ignored. Even if she had also decided to skip the reporting, her beloved Julius would surely have found her somewhere and squeezed her out after her assignment. julius was a good and honorable king - shamelessly handsome - but in terms of magic he was like a little child who had been given new toys. he was always like that, and that was what (y/n) liked about him. he was just totally adorable. but she had only had these feelings recently and she wasn't sure if julius thought that too.

So (y/n)made her way to Julius' office, whether she liked it or not. once there, she was received by marx, the head of mushrooms, and further piloted to the king of magicians. Julius's office was in one of the towers of the castle and was a huge, bright but musty room full of bookshelves with magical writings and relics. when (y/n) entered the room through a large carved wooden door, she was greeted by the all too familiar smell of old books and forests mixed with the incomparable smell of Julius. Dust whirled up by the draft floated in the sun glittering through the chamber of wonder and gave everything a magical shimmer. julius sat at a large wooden desk in the middle of the room and looked up from his writings: "ahh (y/n) !nice that you have returned safely and unharmed. i was really worried. yami did however report the result of your mission ... even if it was not a victory this time, we will surely make peace with the elves and live happily ever after in the future.I know that! but now to the really important question: how do you find this light magic of the leader of the elves? I would have loved to watch this beautiful things too! ", Julius eyes sparkled with excitement and joy. (y/n) grinned at the sight of it - it was simply incorrigible. "hahaha, yes his magic was really impressive and as pure as his soul. however it could still be a problem. the elves didn't seem to be in a very peaceful mood!" julius eyes eclipsed and he felt the great burden of weighing all the people in safety, on the weight of his shoulders every day. (y/n) walked over to him and gave him a gentle hug from behind. julius sank into her embrace and enjoyed the safety of the hug. he had really worried about her and almost hurried to the cave himself to help them. Julius couldn't bear the thought without having to live with her. without her smile, her hugs and without her uniqueness. when he saw (y/n) for the first time he was enchanted by her. Julius looked up at her: "we will survive this crisis somehow, as we have survived many others. Nobody will have to die and we will find a solution." he smiled encouragingly at (y/n) and kissed the back of her hand.

that was a few weeks ago. now the kingdom of clover was facing an ominous battle that might not have been manageable. (y/n) had passed the royal knights entrance exam and was about to set off with the others. but since that day the sun had risen high over the mountains, she felt that something was wrong. she couldn't say what it was-it was just such an uncomfortable feeling that completely took over her body. so (y/n) decided to stay in the castle anyway, for all cases. And it came as it had to come. the castle was suddenly hit by a tremor and shake and parts of the main towers seemed to collapse. something terrible must have happened. (y/n) was looking out the window and did not like what she saw at all. julius was about to fight the leader of the elves, licht. suddenly the sky darkened. millions of swords of light adorned the sky, so that the whole kingdom was under attack. Julius stopped the attack with the help of his time magic, but thereby neglected his defense and protection and licht stabbed Julius with his sword of light. (y/n) could not believe what had happened and screamed-shaking. she screamed until her lungs burned and ran to Julius as fast as she could. that couldn't be. that couldn't happen. Julius was the king of magicians, the strongest among them. he couldn't be defeated just like that. (y/n) ran and fell over and over again because her eyes were covered with a veil of tears. she had to say so much to Julius - he must not just die. not before she confessed his feelings - she couldn't live without him. he was the light that brightened her everyday life. her star in the sky that shone her way at night. he just couldn't get out of her life like that - she wouldn't allow that. and so (y/n) ran as far as she could still carry her feet. when she finally reached julius it was not good for him. he was lying in a pool of blood and his blond hair was slowly taking on the red color of death. she lifted him up and gently laid his head in her lap. Julius smiled fondly at (y/n) and she stroked his cheek. he seemed to have to pull himself together and started to speak softly: "no fear (y/n)! everything will be fine, you will see. I have great confidence in the other knights. together you can make it and lead us to a longed-for peace . " she looked at him and tears rolled down her cheeks until they finally fell on julius face. "stop talking like you're about to die any moment, julius! i won't let you just leave me here alone. i know not if you ever felt the same for me, but I love you julius. I can't live without you. I can't stand that. So please stop it! ", (y/n) cried and cried and let her feelings run free. julius looked at her and raised his hand to wipe her tears away: "believe me, (y/n) , i love you too. very much. it hurts to see you unhappy.", julius sat up laboriously and kissed her with all his emotions . he lay down in her lap again and closed his eyes. he was suddenly so tired. "someday we'll see each other again, I promise, my love," julius gave her an encouraging smile, as he always did, but his last words were as quiet and thoughtful as a breath of wind. (y/n) shook him gently and called him by name. but his time in the world of the living was over and julius had fallen asleep gently. her heart was torn. Julius was dead. Deep grief overwhelmed her and she cried over Julius and howled in his chest.

——> oh myy goodness-i can’t. Thats too dramatic. I am crying.......

#julius novachrono #black clover #black clover imagine

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sad-goomy · 4 years

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confessions

Day 4 of Postwickshipping Week

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Victor is tired.

Partly because he just got back from an expedition to Mt. Coronet and his body has yet to adjust to the shifting time zones.

Also partly because Sonia’s sick today, leaving him and Hop to actually run the lab, and it’s required a lot more running around on errands than he expected.

But mostly because he’s had to watch his twin and his best friend moon over each other for years now, and it’s all culminated into the nearly half-hour long rant that Hop has been going on as they care for the lab’s garden, going on and on about how he doesn’t want to make things weird, but Gloria’s so great, and he thinks he’s been dropping hints but he’s not sure if they’ve been clear, and, and, and...

And Victor is tired.

He sets down his watering can, letting out an exasperated sigh that cuts Hop off mid-sentence before turning to him and grabbing his shoulders, forcing him to stay quiet and look at him as he signs.

Tell her.

Hop blinks, fumbling with the clipboard and pencil in his hands as he looks off to the right, at the spliced berry tree that he’s supposed to be taking notes on. His voice is small, the shyness such a stark contrast to his usual self that Victor drops his shoulders, slightly more sympathetic as Hop mumbles, “But what if she doesn’t feel the same?”

Honestly, it’s a wonder Victor’s put up with this for so long. His face falls into a deadpan. She does.

“Are you sure?”

If looks could kill, Hop would be buried six feet under the spliced berry tree.

Instead, he swallows hard, gripping his clipboard tighter as Victor finally lightens up on the death glare. With a deep breath, Hop runs a hand through his hair, the pen in his hand very nearly getting snagged on a tangle. “How though?”

The garden grows quiet for a moment as the two think, Victor tilting his head before shaking it, quickly signing, Gloria’s a bit dense. Be straightforward and just tell her.

He’s right, of course; as much as the two love her, they also know that the Champion’s always a bit slow on the uptake when it comes to things like romance. Besides, it’s better to keep things clear, to avoid the awkward confusion of a messy confession that’ll only drag things out.

But Hop feels his hands grow clammy at just the idea of saying the words straight to her face, and he loses his appetite at the thought that there’s still a chance she can reject him. As he turns back to his observations, Victor picking up the watering can once more, he decides it can’t hurt to get a second opinion on what to do.

...

Marnie agreed to meet up with him a few days later, in between her gym challenges. They’d sat on the stage, her listening as he rambled on about his dilemma, because as embarrassed as he might be, Marnie’s always been a good listener.

She nodded her head sagely before taking a sip from her water bottle. “I’m no good with this stuff,” she sighed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, “But you could send her a song. Something romantic. Tell her she should listen and it made you think of her.”

It’s certainly less nerve-wracking than saying it to her face, but now Hop finds himself lying on his bed, agonizing over the exact phrasing. Eventually, he decides on the second version of the text that he concocted, adds in an emoji, and shoots off the text along with a link to the song (something from a new favorite band of his and a bit on the nose with lyrics about falling for the girl next door).

From: Hopscotch [20:13] heard this and thought of you :) lmk what you think

He then tosses his phone onto the opposite side of the bed, burying his face in his hands to keep from calling her and taking it back, playing it all off as a joke.

A few minutes later, his phone buzzes, and his stomach turns as he slowly picks it up, checking her response with his heart hammering in his chest.

From: Glowstick [20:18] Wow, that was really good! I’ll have to check out more of their stuff :D

From: Glowstick [20:19] You always know the coolest music

Hop stares at his screen in silence for the longest three minutes of his life, and then he lets his phone fall on his face as he groans with the realization that she didn't catch any of the romantic intention and he’ll have to try something else.

...

Bede was absolutely smug, and it took every ounce of self-control within Hop to not start a fight immediately. After all, the Ballonlea gym leader took time out of his day to meet with him at the lab, even if he immediately launched into how silly he thought this entire thing was.

With a far too haughty look on his face, Bede rolled his eyes and told him, “Get her a gift, something undeniably romantic – flowers maybe, although jewelry would be better. You both have bad taste, I’m sure she’ll like whatever you pick out.”

Mild insults aside, it wasn’t terrible advice, and so Hop finds himself in the Wyndon Stadium locker room, sitting on a bench and waiting for Gloria to finish up her training session. He slides a long box out of the inside pocket of his jacket, fidgeting with it in his hands. He chose a simple golden locket, something small that he can easily picture her wearing, but heart-shaped because...that’s romantic, right? Friends don’t usually get each other heart-shaped jewelry – there's no way this could be ambiguous.

Footsteps draw his eyes to the entrance, his foot bouncing as quickly as his heart beats while he waits. A moment later, Gloria appears, spotting him with a warm smile as she greets, “Fancy seeing you here! You should’ve texted me; I’d wrap up training a little earlier.”

“Just wanted to surprise you.” He stands, fumbling with the box as he turns and watches her walk past him and open her locker. His hands are getting sweaty, and if he fusses any more with the ribbon on the box he’ll ruin the delicate wrapping, so the second she has her jacket and bag on, closing her locker, he holds out the necklace box. She blinks, raising a brow at him as he quickly stammers, “I uh, got you something.”

Her smile is back, if a tad confused as she adjusts her grip on her bag. “What for?”

“Just...because.”

“You’re real sweet,” she says, sending his heart soaring only for it to plummet a moment later when she gently pushes his hand holding the box back towards his chest, adding sheepishly, “But I don’t have anything for you.”

Hop shakes his head. “That’s fine, really.”

“I know, I know, but...” She fidgets with the sleeves of her jacket, cheeks taking on a shade of pink that has him nearly distracted from his mission with how adorable it is. When she glances back up at him, she gives him a wink. “Well, I just feel bad. Save it for my birthday?”

He could scream. She’s never been good with gifts, and he knows that, so he doesn’t know why he expected anything else from her. Gloria gets too shy about being doted on, is always so quick to deflect it.

With a defeated smile, he slides the box back into his pocket, because if he says anything else, tries to get her to open it at this point, then he’ll have to actually tell her how he feels and that is just about the last thing he wants to do now.

The air between them is slightly awkward, so she clears her throat, looping her arm around his as she asks, “Since you came all the way here, wanna grab a bite? My treat.”

He very nearly tells her that now she’s the one who’s giving him something, that he wants to spoil her like she always finds a way to spoil him, but she’s giving him that one crooked little smile that has him simply smiling back, nodding as they walk out of the locker room.

There’s always next time.

...

Leon was no help.

Sonia was a little more help.

They were his last resort, because sure enough, when he approached the two in the living room while they were cuddled up on the couch and asked for advice, he had to suffer half an eternity of teasing, only for Leon to then have the nerve to shamelessly declare, “Oh, I didn’t confess to Sonia.”

She snuggled closer into his side, smirking at Hop’s absolutely disgruntled expression as she explained, “Lee was even worse than Gloria. I basically had to kiss him for him to realize.” Hop paled at that, calculations running through his mind as she tilted her head, slightly confused. “But haven’t you tried just telling her?”

He’d quickly excused himself after that, not giving them the satisfaction of seeing the brilliant blush on his cheeks as he escaped back to his room.

A blush that’s now making a comeback as he sits next to Gloria on a mossy fence on Route 1, Sonia’s words reverberating in his head.

Stealing a glance at her out of the corner of his eye proves to be a mistake, as he flushes three shades deeper at the sight of her smiling peacefully out at the fields, her bare legs swinging in the warm breeze that ruffles her dress.

Of course, Hop has thought about kissing her before, in a situation not unlike this one. But there’s a huge hurdle from thinking to doing, one he can’t quite push himself to make, no matter how long the silence stretches.

“I’m glad we still get to see each other so often.” She looks up at him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear before smiling wide, and he swears his heart stops for a moment. “I was nervous we’d both be too busy, and I didn’t know what I was gonna do without my best mate.”

Well, he can’t not kiss her after that.

Still, he hesitates, looking down at her with wide eyes as she turns her attention back to the hills. Before he can overthink it, he leans down, his lips brushing against her warm cheek for a fraction of a second, and then he’s pulling as far back as possible, bracing himself for the worst.

She blinks, lips parted as she catches his eye, and he thinks, mercifully, that she finally understands.

And then Gloria’s leaning over and pulling him into a half hug as she coos, “Lucky to have such a cute best friend.”

Which is...is that a rejection? Hop looks down at her, his own arm wrapping around her shoulder to return the hug even as the gears in his head work overtime to make sense of what’s just happened. It could be a soft “no,” but she’s smiling up at him without a hint of discomfort or surprise. A sense of dread creeps over him as he realizes that she took it platonically, and he doesn’t have the heart to tell her otherwise.

“Yeah, me too,” he mumbles instead.

It’s true, but it’s not the whole truth, and so Hop plasters on a smile and fights the urge to tell her that she’s his very best friend and so much more to him.

...

Victor is so tired.

Hop relays every failed confession to him when they’re at work, and because Victor is a good friend he listens, and he laments along with him, and he keeps himself from pulling out “I told you so.” Instead, he exercises the patience of a saint, and that’s wearing him out quickly when he realizes that at this rate it’ll be another ten years before this mess takes care of itself.

And if he has to put up with this for even just another week, he’s going to pass out from exhaustion.

He’s in the back of the lab with Hop, going through slides of Wishing Stars, when the front door opens. Sonia’s voice chirps from the kitchen, “Hey Gloria!”

Victor looks up from his microscope to see Hop next to him, body frozen and eyes wide with fear as Gloria’s voice carries through the air. “Hi Sonia – is Hop here?”

“In the back with Vic.”

“Is it okay if I borrow him for a second?”

Hop looks around, sheer panic written on his face, and his eyes settle on the broom closet. Acting on pure instinct, he begins walking towards it, only for Victor cut him off and grab him by the arm, ignoring his weak protests as he drags the other assistant towards the front.

Sonia and Gloria glance over at them, their conversation grinding to a halt at the sight of Victor frowning as he drags a reluctant Hop behind him.

“Is now a bad time?” Gloria asks, question ending in a giggle as Hop breaks free of Victor’s grasp. Sonia raises a brow at the two before shaking her head, turning back to her tea and datasheets at the kitchen table. The Champion shifts her weight, looking between the pair of assistants as she adds, “Victor said you had something to tell me.”

Every ounce of color drains out of Hop’s face as he lifts his hands, glancing around and desperate to avoid her eyes. “Oh, n-no, not–”

Forget if looks could kill.

The glare that Victor gives him wouldn’t even leave a body to identify.

Hop swallows hard, turning back to Gloria with a nervous smile. “Can we talk outside?”

She nods, a worried wrinkle forming between her brows as they walk out the front door. He leans against one of the front windows of the lab, thankful that the street is relatively empty. Gloria stands next to him, arms behind her back as she looks up at him, patient and confused.

Hop meets her eyes for a second, and it’s too much, so he looks back down at his feet as he scratches the back of his neck.

“Is everything okay?” Her voice isn’t quite worried, but it’s not as playful as it once was, which sends him into another panic because the last thing he ever wants to do is worry her.

“Yeah, it’s not...well, I guess it’s important, but it’s not anything serious. Er, maybe it is? I’m not...”

His voice peters off into a weak mumble, and his hands slowly stop gesticulating to instead hang strangely in front of his chest. He very nearly cuts his losses then and there, deciding he’d rather just go back inside and pretend this never happened than embarrass himself further, but Gloria has a sparkle in her eyes as she laughs behind her hand, guiltily amused at his strange display.

The corner of his lips quirks up, and he shoves his hands into his pockets as the sound of her giggles helps untie the knot of anxiety in his chest. “Should probably just spit it out, shouldn’t I?”

“Probably,” she says with a faux-sage nod, the remnants of her laughter forming a lopsided smile.

But looking at her while thinking of what he’s about to say makes his stomach turn, so he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath as his brows knit together in concentration.

“I like you.”

He’s not sure what he expects, but it’s not the silence that follows. Hop cracks open one eye, only to find that Gloria’s looking at him, clearly confused as she chuckles, “Well yeah, I should hope so.”

His shoulders drop as that all too familiar sensation of missing the mark comes over him. It would be an easy out to take, to spin this all as some elaborate show of friendship, but Hop has come too far to go back now (and he gets the feeling Victor might really murder him at this point).

“No, like,” he falters, struggling to walk the line of not being brave enough to say too much versus being too frustrated to say too little, “As more than a friend.”

“Right, we’re best friends.”

She’s so earnest that it only adds to his frustration, and Hop is torn between laughing and crying as he huffs and plows on. “Have you ever thought about us being more than that?”

Her brows furrow. “I’m not sure what that means.”

“Y’know, best friends but...”

“But?”

“More affectionate.”

“Oh, like when you kissed me on the cheek.”

“Not platonic.”

“I’m just not sure what you’re–”

“Arceus’ sake, Glo, I’m in love with you!”

It’s absurdly quiet in Wedgehurst, making Gloria’s silence all the louder. Hop stares down at her, red-faced and shaking, watching as her face unwinds from confusion and falls slack in surprise. Her eyes are wide with realization as a blush slowly crawls across her cheeks and to the tips of her ears.

She blinks once, twice, and then whispers a breathless, “Oh.”

He nods, and his tongue is too big for his mouth suddenly but he still manages to mumble, “Yeah.”

Her blush goes from carnation to firetruck as she holds his gaze, and then her face breaks into a wide smile that has a swarm of Butterfree flutter in his throat. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He’s mirroring her smile now, and she’s laughing again as she tucks her hair behind her ears, giddy and nervous and finally understanding. The last of the nerves leaves him as he reaches for her hands, slowly intertwining their fingers, searching her face for the slightest sign of hesitation but only finding excitement. “Fair to say you feel the same?”

All she can manage is a nod, biting her lip as she looks up at him.

“Ace.” His eyes are slightly unfocused, glazed over in something hazy and sugary as he unabashedly stares at her lips, too lost in the freedom of finally having it all out there to be self-conscious anymore. “Can I kiss you now?”

With another nod from her, he leans down, brushing his lips against hers until she pulls him further down, deepening it with a smile as he wraps his arms around her like he’s wanted to for as long as he can remember.

...

Sonia takes another sip, feeling just a little creepy that she’s watching one of her assistants and the Champion make out, but then they decided to go and have a romantic moment right in front of her lab’s window. She turns, looking to the chair across from her as she chuckles, “Oi Victor, what did you...”

But the boy is passed out, head resting on his arms as he takes a nap on the table. Sonia gives his sleeping form a sympathetic smile before taking another sip of tea.

“Guess he was tired.”

#postwickshipping #pokemon fanfic #hpyu #postwick week #pokemon swsh #gif #alternate title: victor needs a hard drink and a nap #this one got long #the formatting is def better on ao3 but i made do

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thepeakyfckingblinders · 5 years

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Disturbing || Tommy Shelby x reader

⤠ MASTERLIST⤟

Anon requested/summary: Can you write one about tommy and reader breaking up, then months later tommy sees her with people he doesn’t approve, of drinking ( drugs eg if your comfortable) so he try’s to get her back? Maybe with younger reader

Warnings: Younger reader (20-25 yrs old), anxiety, maybe angst, drug use, heavy drinking, swearing (but, c’mon, it’s the peaky fooking blinders we’re talking about)

Author’s notes:

I’m sorry if the title sucks, I can’t think of anything better at the moment

This was my very first request and I was so tense while writing it, I guess I smoked a thousand cigarettes in the process! I’m praying that you’ll like it, let me know what you think and tell me if this is what you expected ♡

I myself suffer form anxiety, in the first part I just tried to explain how my brain works in certain situations and that’s why it is so long, I hope you won’t get bored.

I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

ENJOY!

You had been trying to keep control of your mind, you truly had, but in the end that familiar sense of pure fear took over you, again. A heavy form of anxiety had been haunting you ever since you were a little girl, but, as the years went by, you had learnt to cope with it well and when you met Thomas, things only got better, the strong bond between the two of you constantly helping you handle that issue.

Nevertheless, during the last month, things got definitely out of hand: Tommy was always caught up with business, rarely paying attention to you and your increasing fragility, he hadn’t spent a night home since ages and still, in those rare moments you were together, he was just so distant, totally lost in his own mind.

On the other hand, you never once blamed him for the way his life worked, after all you were perfectly aware of how hard it was for him to look after his whole empire, always trying to deal with countless problems without causing any harm to his loved ones, and that was surely not the easiest thing to do. But this time was different: you couldn’t prevent your brain from having obsessive thoughts about Thomas getting completely tired of having you in his way, you actually convinced yourself he was sleeping with other women in the nights he didn’t come home, and on those nights your eyes never shut, you spent hours alone in your king size bed, staring at the white ceiling with short breath and palpitations. That’s why you just couldn’t take it anymore, anxiety was once more sucking the life out of you and you absolutely needed to talk to your boyfriend about it, so, as soon as he entered the house that night, you practically run towards him, determined to calmly explain everything; too bad, your exhausted mind wasn’t working straight and your mouth immediately made it clear.

-Y-you have to tell me- Tears already streaming down your face while the handsome man in front of you gave you a confused look, not having a clue of what was going on. You could tell he also was in a bad mood, indeed your sentence was at first totally ignored as he walked into his study and quickly lit a cigarette, before filling his glass with whisky.

-What the hell are you talking about, y/n?-

You were now facing him again, your hands shamelessly trembling against your chest while you hardly held back the crying. -If there’s another woman, i-if you want to get rid of me, you have to tell me now, ‘cause I’m l-losing my mind, Thomas-

You slightly jumped when his now empty glass was roughly shoved against the huge desk separating your figures, then you unconsciously stepped back, noticing absolute fury burning in his glacial eyes.

-Are you serious right now, eh? Have you any idea how fucking difficult it is to keep everything working these days, eh?- His voice was loud and raspy as he stood from his seat -And you fucking come and tell me about other bloody women, how idiotic of you!- Heavy sobs started coming out of your throat, Thomas instead took a deep breath in order to calm down and stop shouting in your face; once he had partially blown off steam, he sat back in his chair, looking up at you almost with disgust.

-You know what? My brothers were right for once, you’re just a silly kid unable to fit in our world. This whole thing was a mistake, I need a fucking grown woman by my side!- A disturbing silence filled the room right after he spat those bitter words and you swore you heard your heart stop along with your breathing in that very moment, your eyelids instinctively tightened for several seconds, yet, when your eyes flew back open, you realized it wasn’t only a bad dream. Tommy was still staring at you with a stern expression, probably waiting on your next move, so you just looked into his blue irises one last time, unable to speak a single syllable, before leaving.

3 months later

Days went by fast after your break up with Thomas, since then you’d been trying to avoid him in every way possible, humiliation and pain being still too intense to let you face him without terrible consequences for your already vulnerable spirit. Indeed, everything around you was literally going to pieces right before your eyes and you couldn’t help it; even though you’d always been a strong girl, pretty capable of getting through life and its adversities, recent events had left you in a state of such deep sorrow, that the only thing you were able to do was seek any practicable form of anesthesia in order to escape from reality, even just for a brief moment. In fact, you’d been hanging out with a group of very low guys from East Birmingham, which led you to do drugs and bend your elbow more and more often, severely damaging your ability to think rationally, and the worst part was that you didn’t even care about what you were doing to yourself, as long as it allowed you to get along with your demons.

And then one night, your presumed new friends literally dragged you to the Garrison, despite your loud protests arising from the awareness of the fact that Thomas would’ve been there too. Luckily, long before the Shelby brothers made their usual entrance into their pub, you ended up being utterly intoxicated by alcohol and cocaine to the point that, when the moment finally came and Tommy showed up, you barely noticed him. Too bad for you, Tom’s eyes, on the other hand, never failed in spotting your silhouette among the crowd. At first, seeing you again after all those days brought pure relief to his soul, God only knew how much he had missed you, but soon after he remembered the reason why you were gone and his jaw clenched with regret and shame for the unforgivable way he had treated you. Conscious of the fact that he had already caused you too much pain, Thomas was about to go away and leave you be, until he saw you diving in some random guy’s arms while heavy drinking directly from a bottle. It just wasn’t like you to act in such a way, therefore he immediately realized that something must have been wrong, so, before his mind had a chance to catch up with the rest of his body, Tommy found himself taking long strides in your direction, roughly elbowing anyone who was in his path. All of a sudden, you observed your friend’s face turn pale and his eyes go wide with fear for no apparently reason, Andrew kept staring at a precise point behind your shoulders and when you turned around in order to understand what was going on, Thomas Shelby was in front of you in all his glory. For a couple of seconds he just stood there, sending deadly glares at the poor boy next to you, blood boiling in his veins because of the violent rage that affected him, then his attention entirely moved to your trembling figure.

-I need a word with you- You felt your chest shrinking in pain as his calm and deep voice reached your ears, but you still tried to play it cool with a strength you didn’t know you had. -Fuck you already, Thomas- A resentful laugh erupted from your throat while, careful not to look in his mesmerizing eyes, you attempted to turn your back on him, yet a gentle grip on your forearm stopped your movements, forcing you to stay in your place.

-I’m begging you, y/n, we need to talk- This time his crystal blue gaze successfully entangled yours and your mind went totally black for a moment, preventing you to fight against him as he guided you out of the pub. Birmingham’s cold breeze immediately hit both of your bodies, but you were hardly able to sense it, due to the effects that drugs and alcohol had on your brain; once you were far enough from the chaos, Tommy stopped walking, his large hand still on your arm. -What are you doing?- His thumb made it to your beautiful face, softly wiping away from your nose the traces of that familiar white powder. -This is not you, y/n!-

His tone raised, displaying all of his concern, you simply gave him a forceful shove in attempt to push him away, but his toned chest didn’t move an inch. -Why do you even care, Tommy? After all I’m just a silly kid to you!- You started screaming, prey of your frustration, as soon as you felt hot tears forming in your eyes; the realization of how you still hopelessly loved him stabbed you right in the ribs.

-Please, just listen to me, okay?- He said while cupping your face with both his hands, probably to make sure you were looking at him, so you managed to childishly close your eyes in a last desperate demonstration of your hard feelings towards him. -I know I hurt you, I know the things I said to you were cruel and unfair, you didn’t deserve that, nothing of that was true- Thomas leaned his forehead against yours, even though you still had your eyes closed and your fists harshly pressed against his chest, his voice now sounding a lot closer. -I was going through a hard time and I was a fucking bastard for putting it all on you. But I swear to God, love, look at me- he slightly rocked you in order to get your attention -Look at me, I love you, y/n- Your eyelids flew open instantly, that being the very first time he clearly admitted his feelings for you, and suddenly you were no longer able to control all of your destructive emotions: your body was now racked with violent sobs as you finally let him hold you properly, crying out loud against his waistcoat and shirt. -Shh, shh- Tommy’s thumbs gradually wiped the tears away from your cheeks, while his lips briefly pecked yours multiple times. -It’s okay, we’ll be fine- he mumbled in between kisses - let’s go home now-.

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Backsliding (Part 2) (TH)

A/N: This is part 2 of my Backsliding series. I might do a part 3, depending on if you guys wanna see more. Also, this DOES HAVE SMUT so if that isn’t your thing, I caution you not to read this. Side note, I have never written smut before, so if it’s bad lmk plz haha. Also thanks sm for liking part 1. I'm glad you guys liked it :]

PART ONE

⚠️ Warning: smut ⚠️

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If you weren’t so drunk, you probably would have felt bad for the cabbie driving you and Tom. The poor man had to listen to you and Tom smack lips the entire ride back to his apartment.

Without even looking back, Tom tossed the man the bills in payment and grabbed your hand, leading you up to his front door. You can feel your phone buzzing in your purse, your friends probably curious to see what you were doing. But the adrenaline kept you from checking into reality.

He unlocks the door and leads you inside, closing it promptly behind you. You slip off your heels, stepping onto the carpet and sigh. Even in your absurdly drunken state, you feel a pang in your heart as soon as you walked into the all too familiar flat.

Tom’s LA apartment was always a fun place. You and him shared a lot of great memories there, and being back made you feel melancholy. It was like you had never left, and that made your stomach sink.

You glance around the living room as he flips the lights on, moving to take off his shoes. You walk around, trying to notice any changes in the decor, but everything seemed the same.

“I haven’t changed anything” Tom commented, watching you move around the room. It was like he knew exactly what you were thinking. But knowing Tom, he probably did.

You turn, looking back at him with your eyebrows pulled together.

“Why not?”

Tom shrugs, shoving his hands into his front pockets and he moves to stand in front of you.

“I dunno” He says, eyes flicking to the floor. “I guess I liked how things were when you were around”

You blink, letting his words sink in. Sure, you understand the surface meaning of his answer, but you felt another meaning behind his words. He didn't just like his apartment from the time you dated. He liked everything when you dated.

You nod, deciding not to comment further and look down at your feet. Suddenly feeling a lot more sober.

“Tom-”

“Y/N” He interrupts. “Look, I know things were rough- and they still are. But, for tonight. Just one night. Can we act like things are normal?”

The look on his face seemed desperate. Almost as if he was begging you to agree. You couldn’t lie, you wanted nothing more than to go back to the ways things were. But this was reality, and you couldn't just pretend everything was perfect again.

“What about in the morning?” You quiz, folding your arms over your chest. “What do we do then?”

He looks away, inhaling sharply. Frankly, he had no idea what would happen in the morning, or how he would feel. Sure, he missed you like crazy, but he didn’t know how things would play out in the daylight.

“I-I don’t know” He says rather defeated.

Your heart sinks, for some reason you were hoping he would have a magical solution. You glance up at him, taking in his figure.

This was Tom in front of you. For half a year you had missed him dearly, your heart aching at the thought of him. Over the past six months you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again. So why is it, that when you are face to face with him, you hesitate?

“Tom” you begin, deciding to speak from your heart. “The last six months have been... they have been terrible.”

He watches you speak, eyes locked onto yours as you go on:

“And-and I don’t want to have to go through that again.” You gulp, “Getting over you, Tom, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.”

He looks at you, heart aching at your words. Of course he understood, he had gone through the same thing. Getting over your break up was one of the worst things he’d ever had to do. It took him weeks to even remotely feel like normal, even then, he missed you dearly.

Over the last 6 months he had dreamed of the day you’d waltz back in, and let him change your mind. He wanted you back more than anything, but the damage he caused from your last relationship scared him out of speaking up.

“I know” Tom states, rocking on his heels. “I know because I felt the same way.”

You raise an eyebrow at his words. You’d thought for sure he’d been fine after you left. You thought he’d be upset but that he would have bounced back quickly. His life was far too eventful and adventurous for him to be stuck on you. But you were very, very wrong.

“Why did you let me walk out?” You finally ask, after months of wondering. “Why did you just let me leave if it meant so much to you? If I meant so much to you?”

Tom’s blood starts to pump, unsure of how he was going to go about answering. He could play it coy, and claim he wasn’t going to stop you from being happy in a relationship, and leaving is clearly what you wanted. But the truth was he was so hurt by your initial exit he was just too stunned to run after you that night. It had felt like a thousand bricks had landed on him when he watched you close the door, he was stuck in his spot.

With a deep breath, he chooses his answer:

“Because it hurt” He replies. “It hurt watching you go and honestly, I was so surprised by it that I was in too much shock to even move. I thought you really loved me, Y/N”

You scoff, not even taking a moment to think before you speak.

“What the fuck?” You bark, angry. “Of course I loved you, Tom. You know that. You know that I tried everything to help save our relationship. Leaving was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. But you were gone all the time and when you were home you were either still busy or too tired to even give me the light of day and-”

“I still love you” Tom rushes, adrenaline pumping.

You blink, closing your mouth as you look at him.

“What?”

“I said, I still love you.” Tom says, running a nervous hand through his hair. “And damn it, Y/N, if I could just snap my fingers and go back in time I would do it all different. I would treat you better, I would make more time for us, and put us first. Put you first. Because that is what you deserve.”

Never in a million years would you have thought this could happen. You would have never dreamed of having him say these things to you. Your heart swelled, lips curling into a smile as tears begin to pool in your eyes.

“I still love you too” You peep, voice shaking with emotion. “I never stopped.”

Tom pulls you into his arms, embracing you tightly. You blink, tears running down your cheeks as you snuggle into him. It felt like a giant hole had been filled. All the questions you had were answered, the blank space in your heart seemed to be gone. It felt so good.

“I love you” Tom repeats, his voice in a whisper. His cheek pressed against your hair. “I love you so much”

You sniff, pulling back and look into his dark eyes. It felt so good to be back, to know his feelings for you were the same as you held for him. You place a hand on his cheek, fingertips nestled in his curls.

“J’kiss me” You mumble, repeating yourself from earlier in the night.

There you both stood, for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The world seemed to freeze in time as you kissed, but this time you were fueled by love and not vodka.

Things began to heat up, your arms grabbing onto his collar as you pull him closer into you. His strong arms holding you into him as he slowly walks you to the couch.

You both lay down, mouths parting while you adjust yourself on the pillows. Tom smiles, looking down at the woman in front of him.

“You’re beautiful” He whispers, leaning down to kiss you again.

His forearms rest on the cushion, holding his body above yours while you kiss. The temperature in the room rising quickly the more intense it got. Before you could stop yourself, you pull away form him, eyes looking into his.

“Show me” you pant, “Show me how much you love me.”

This takes Tom to a whole new level. His stomach fuzzing as his pants seem to be feeling tighter than before.

The mood of the room shifts from loving to lustful, Tom standing from the couch and ripping his shirt off, buttons bouncing on the ground at his feet. You don’t stop yourself from staring, noting he was in even better shape than the last time you’d done this.

You move so you're sitting up right, helping yourself to his belt buckle. You glance up, a cheeky look in your eye while he visibly gulps. It had been so long.

Shamelessly his pants are shoved to his ankles, a gleam in your eyes as your fingers move toward his waste band.

“Y/N” He breathes. “You don’t have to-”

“I want to” You reassure.

You did want to. More than anything. You loved making him feel good, you loved watching him react to you. And it made your confidence boost.

You plant a seemingly innocent kiss just below his bellybutton, looking up through your lashes. His mouth was half open, eyes wide as he looked at you in pure awe.

You were like the eighth wonder of the world.

Without a moment to spare his boxers are moved and forgotten, his breath catching in his throat. He had forgotten how good you were at this. His mind was doing jumping jacks as he glances down at you, eyes closed as your mouth moves around him.

You feel a hand move to your hair, something he’d always done when you blew him. The sound of grunts can be heard from above, feeling him twitch slightly between your lips. You pull away, mouth glistening as you look up.

His chest is heaving, sweat slowly starting to shine on his bare chest. You’re about to lean back in for more when he sets a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N” He says, “I need you. Now.”

His words send a shock wave through you, bouncing off your bones and bubbling in your stomach. He was just so sexy.

You stand, letting him fumble with the zipper of your dress. Within moments it’s thrown across the room, and you're standing in just your under garments.

If he wasn’t already hard he would’ve been just looking at you. He even notes you wore matching underwear and bra, the color complementing you perfectly.

“Gorgeous” He mumbles, leaning into kiss you again.

You rest your hands on his chest, feeling his fingers toy with the lacy band of your panties. Making you turned on even more. The anticipation was absolutely killing you.

“You’re not too bad yourself” You muse, rubbing your nose against his.

He runs a finger through your hair, eyes scanning your face.

“Are you sure?” He asks, voice quiet.

You had never been so sure about anything in your life. You felt if you didn’t get to feel him as soon as possible, you might explode right there in the living room.

“I’m sure” You confirm.

He doesn’t reply as he bent down to hook his arms by your knees, picking you up and placing you back onto the couch. The decorative pillows thrown aside as he moves to hover over you.

You kiss again, feeling him rub against your thigh and it sends you into over drive. Cheekily, you move your hips up and rub against him, hearing a soft moan come from this throat.

You lay back, hair spread against the side cushion of the couch as he watch him slip your underwear off, tossing them behind his shoulder rather comically.

The entire night had been a rollercoaster of emotions. Moving from anxiety, to lust, to love, to lust again. But now, staring into his eyes as he moves into you, you feel that intense feeling of love again.

You place your hand on his shoulder, nails digging into his bare skin as you moan. It felt just as amazing as you remembered.

He moves slowly, looking down to study your reactions. Your eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure, something that told him he was doing it right. But above his lust clouded mind, he was over the moon that it was you he was with.

You mutter something along the lines of ‘faster’, head turning in ecstasy. Your leg wraps around his hips, making him move even closer. If that was even possible.

He bends down to kiss you, moving from your lips down to your neck and collar bone, something he always knew made you go wild. He was getting close, the feeling of you under him and the audible sounds of pleasure from you making him move even closer to the edge.

That all too familiar feeling comes over you, your nerves feeling electric as you open your mouth in satisfaction.

“Oh Tom” you exclaim, squeezing your eyes shut as the feeling washes over you.

That did him in, and before he knew it he was hitting his wall, moans falling from both your mouths as that moment of bliss hits.

Chest panting you open your eyes, watching him in his most intimate moments. He was so gorgeous. You run a hand through his now sweaty hair, both of you breathing heavy.

He adjusts himself and moves to lay beside you on the couch, flinging a blanket from the top of the couch over your naked bodies.

You turn and spoon him, feeling his warm body cuddling into yours. A securing arm falling over your stomach, rubbing circles on your bare skin with is fingers.

“I love you” He whispers, breath hitting your neck.

“I love you too”

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Dreaming of Sleep, Pt 2

Summary: Even without Remus there, Deceit can’t sleep and, as embarrassing as it is, he knows exactly what’ll help.

Ships: Loceit

Warnings: None

Words: 1,593

Ever since he got Logan’s help, Deceit had the perfect sleep environment. Darkness besides the soft glow from his heat lamp - no more bright hallway light from Remus barging in. Pure, peaceful silence - no more high pitched screeching at five in the morning or whenever Remus felt it necessary. However...

Something was missing. Deceit couldn’t sleep, not nearly as well as he did... As he did in Logan’s room.

Oh, god... Well, if that’s what it took to get a decent night’s sleep, who was he to let something as childish as embarrassment stop him? And he was Deceit, he couldn’t lie to himself nearly as easily as the average person, so if he needed to go sleep with Logan, the least he could do was admit it. And act on it.

Deceit hopped out of bed and made his way down to the light side,

He carefully turned Logan's bedroom doorknob and stepped inside, quiet as he closed the door and walked to Logan's bed. He settled into the mattress as slowly as he can, not wanting to wake up Logan.

But Logan was a rather light sleeper.

The logical side immediately woke up and turned around, confused as he stared down at a blushing Deceit.

"Why are you in here? Is Remus acting up again?"

Sure, Deceit wanted to be shamelessly honest, but...

"Yes.. Sorry, I tried not to wake you."

Logan began getting out of bed. "I'll go talk to him, he should really-"

Deceit sprung forward and grabbed his wrist. "No! I mean..." He slowly let go and thought for a split second. "I'm sure he's just having an off night.. I wouldn't want you to waste your energy."

"Well... If you're sure," Logan muttered before laying back down. "It wouldn't have been much trouble."

"I wouldn't be so sure. Remus is always one to surprise.."

"I suppose he is.. Goodnight, Deceit."

"Goodnight, Logan."

And as much as he hated to admit it, Deceit found himself once again having the deepest, most peaceful sleep that he could remember.

In fact, even Logan could see just how peacefully Deceit had been sleeping when he woke up in the morning. There was such a calmness and almost an innocence that definitely wasn’t usually there. It was odd, but far from unpleasant. Logan smiled to himself, a rare feeling, and gently ran his fingers through Deceit’s hair. Poor Deceit had to deal with so much on a regular basis, especially with Remus, it was nice to see him relaxed for once. And so freely.. Any time they called Deceit at night, he came with a face mask and in a thick, plush robe and a terrible attitude, not that anyone could blame him. So for him to just sleep in what looked like an old black shirt and warm pajama pants, it was definitely odd, but in a very good way.

It was about an hour before Deceit actually woke up, though it felt like just a few minutes to Logan, and when he realized that it meant having to leave soon, Deceit groaned and buried his face further into Logans’ side. As impossible as he found it to admit out loud, the last thing he wanted to do was actually leave the comfort of Logan’s bed. Especially not with those relaxing fingers in his hair.

But, eventually, he had to leave and Deceit knew eventually would always be too soon. He let himself enjoy the feeling for a bit longer before sitting up, sighing a bit. “You won’t tell anyone you saw me without my hat, right? I have an air of mystery to keep up, but you were nice to me.”

Logan’s eyebrows raised a bit at that. Those seemed like such low standards for what Deceit treated like a big secret. Then again, Deceit treated a lot like a big secret, so perhaps it was just part of his personality. “Of course I won’t. Besides, I’m sure that Patton or even Virgil would be quite upset if they found out you were here.”

There was no “even,” of course Virgil would be upset. But that wasn’t the point. “Thank you.” He got out of the bed and went back to his room, finding Remus already waiting at the door.

As he saw Deceit approaching, Remus looked confusedly up at him.

“How did you get out there?! I’ve been waiting for you forever!” But Remus being remus, he quickly switched to his signature Cheshire grin. “I had the most amazing idea for bothering those jerky light sides! You know how Patton loves puppies?”

Deceit didn’t mind listening to Remus’s schemes during the day - he actually managed to come up with some good ones once in a while - it was when he was disturbing personal time, sleep time, that made Deceit testy. But whatever Logan had done, Remus didn’t bother trying.

Deceit thought about that the next time he spent the night with Logan.

And the time after that.

And-

“I’m sorry, I just have to ask.”

Deceit’s blood ran cold, despite having just gotten warm in Logan’s blankets. “Look, if you want me to go, you can just ask, there’s no need to draw it out with niceties,” he said, sitting up in preparation to be kicked out.

However, Logan seemed more surprised by what Deceit assumed than Deceit was when he assumed it. He grabbed Deceit’s wrist and pulled him back down a bit. “That’s not what I was going to say at all.. I was just wondering if you only came here because of my body heat. At first, I thought about perhaps adding a heated part to my bed and extending it so that you can have your own space, but,” Logan took a quick pause as he shifted to sit up himself. “Then I realized that, if you wanted to, you could do that for yourself in your room. It wasn’t soon after that that I finally remembered that body heat is the best, most efficient way for one to heat up, even for humans.”

“Oh..” Deceit muttered. He almost felt bad for assuming the worst, but it wasn’t like anyone could blame him. “Yes..” he found himself saying. “I guess I never quite realized it myself, but that does seem to be the most logical answer. I don’t know, I knew there was something about being here that made it so much easier to sleep.” And Deceit felt extremely relieved that it was something logical, like a better way to heat up, than anything irrational, anything embarrassing.

“I knew it,” Logan said, that rare smile gracing his features once again for just a split second before he realized it and stopped himself. “Um.. Would you mind if I write this down? You see, imaginary or not, you’re quite an extraordinary mix between a snake and a human and, for obvious reasons, I’ve never seen anything quite like you..”

I’ve never seen anything quite like you. For some reason, those words made Deceit feel something he’d never felt before. His heart seemed to beat a bit faster and his stomach almost hurt. And for some reason, he wanted for Logan to never find out. “Sure, you can write it. You’re the one who figured it out, anyways.”

Logan practically flew off of his bed and to the other side of his room to his desk, opening a drawer and searching for one of many notebooks that were filed in it. When he finally found it, he opened to a specific tab and wrote something down, presumably what Deceit had told him.

“Is... Is that whole notebook dedicated to things you see about me?..”

“Hm?..” Logan seemed to space out as he wrote, springing back to life a second later. “Oh! No, just a few of these tabs here. I’m sorry, but as I said, you are a remarkable case..”

Again, it felt like Deceit’s entire autonomic system was thrown out of whack and, again, it seemed so unexplainable. “Thank you..” he squeaked out. “Um... Perhaps, since I am taking up your space here, I can answer whatever questions you may have about me?..”

Logan’s eyes went wide and he forgot about the fact that Deceit being there was absolutely no trouble. “Can I?”

Since that night, Deceit felt a lot better about staying in Logan’s room. He wasn’t just staying there, he was helping Logan figure out how exactly an imaginary half snake worked. So, he didn’t let it bother him when he found himself holding Logan just a little bit tighter through the nights when he just couldn’t get warm or when he found himself burying his face a little deeper into Logan’s side because he rather enjoyed the way he smelled like ink and fruit, as odd of a combination as it was.

Similarly, Logan found himself feeling less and less guilty about enjoying Deceit’s nightly company. It was nice to have some contact that didn’t involve sudden, squeezing hugs or strong claps on his back. With Deceit, there was a constant: a tight, cool embrace and a face pressed against his side, so... Logan found it a lot easier to enjoy. And with Deceit answering what questions he had, it seemed like he was winning twice as much. And Deceit was so calm about it all.

Of course Deceit was calm. His days may have been hectic, but his nights were perfect.

That is... until the night Remus decided to go looking for him.

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Double Dates

Fandom: Pre-ASOIAF Modern Setting/Westeros. Pairing: Catelyn x Brandon, Ned x Cersei Rating: T Words: 2865 Notes: A request I got in my personal blog a few months back (I AM really sorry Anon), so here it finally is.

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“So…” Brandon starts as he leans against the door frame of Ned’s room. “Is queen Cersei coming along?”

Ned doesn’t bother to hide his rolling eyes. “Yes. She would quite like to come, had she said no, I would have told you. I don’t want to be a third wheel with you and Cat.”

“Wise choice little brother.”

“That’s Ben.”

“Not to me,” Brandon snorts. “You’re all little to me. You know, being the oldest and such has its advantages.”

“One day, we’ll gang up on you and your body would not be found.”

Brandon lets a boisterous laugh. “You know,” he says still chuckling. “That would’ve been more terrifying coming from Lya.”

“Who do you think gave me the idea?”

Brandon says nothing, but his smile doesn’t fade. “Then, double date on Friday.” He says and leaves Ned alone.

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It’s Friday night and Ned is going over his clothes. He was not a man for fashion, but he liked to be well dressed. And unless he was lounging in the apartment he shared with Brandon, or playing football with Robert, he wasn’t badly dressed; even his casual outfits were always clean and free of stains.

Cersei being the fashionable woman that she is, tries to avoid complaining too much, Ned's sure that she'd rather wear other (brighter) colors. Ned still wasn’t quite sure how he had managed to get Cersei to date him, but he wasn’t going to complain. They had been together for four months, and Ned felt that it was time for Cersei to meet both Brandon and Cat. So the idea of a double date came about. Ned had hesitated on introducing Cersei and Brandon, Cersei could be sharp tongued and Brandon did had an explosive temper on occasion, which is why he told one another that he wouldn’t introduce them until further down the road and now, the time had come.

Ned dressed in black slacks, a deep grey shirt that had been a gift of Cersei, belt and black shoes. He had trimmed his beard without removing it completely. Cersei liked the look, so he left it without allowing it to be too much. He applied cologne and looked at himself in the mirror, he looked fine and he was ready.

Ned took a jacket and left his room. Brandon was already there, dressed in dark grey slacks, blue shirt and jacket, he sat in front of the television switching channels. “Are you ready?” Ned asked his brother.

“Yeah little brother,” Brandon said and stood. “Let’s go and get Cat, and then your lovely Cersei.”

Ned drove, he refused Brandon touch his car. Not that Brandon was a terrible driver, but it was the principle of the thing. Brandon only drove his car if his own wasn’t available. Soon enough, they arrived to the house Catelyn shared with her sister. Brandon left the car and went to get Catelyn, returning with her on his arm a few minutes later.

“Hello Ned,” Catelyn smiled at Ned as she sat down on the back seat, strapping herself with the seatbelt.

“Hello Cat,” Ned turned and smiled at Catelyn. He liked her, Catelyn had managed to somewhat tame the wildness that was Brandon. “You look nice.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey, hey, watch it Ned.” Brandon said without any heat. “She’s spoken for, and so are you.”

“Oh Brandon.” Both Ned and Cately spoke at the same time, only to chuckle immediately after realizing what they’ve said.

Brandon rolled his eyes with humor. “C’mon, let’s get dearest Ned’s lady and watch the movie. I heard it has good reviews.”

The journey to Cersei’s home took longer, but it wasn’t bad, the three of them speak. Which is something that needs to be noted. Ned knows he’s very quiet, he’s on the quieter side of life and next to Brandon, his presence is usually not noted. But he’s built a soft rapport with Catelyn and Brandon seems to be listening more, so it’s good.

Cersei lives in the Lannister mansion, Ned knows that her twin, Jaime had invited her to share an apartment alongside Tyrion, but Cersei had shot it down. Ned was aware of the dislike Cersei had for her younger brother. Cersei didn’t like how he was always antagonizing her (at least in her view point, Ned doesn’t know nor has interacted with Tyrion much).

Ned parks the car and makes his way to the door, knocks on it and waits. It’s the butler who opens the door to let him in. The house is lavishly decorated, the Lannisters are wealthy and aren’t shy about it, Ned sits on the sofa and waits for Cersei. Fortunately, he doesn’t wait for long.

“Ned,” Comes the low voice of Cersei. “On time, as usual.” Cersei descends the stairs with an air that would rival any queen. Real or not. She’s dressed in a velvet green dress that brings out her eyes, hair loose and make-up impeccably done; her accessories match perfectly.

Ned smiles and stands. “I couldn’t make you wait,” he says and approaches Cersei. “Brandon and Cat are in the car, they’re excited to meet you.”

“Then, let us not make them wait,” Cersei all but purrs. “Let’s go and have some fun.”

Ned offers his arm and Cersei takes it and make their way to the door, only stopping when Cersei grabs a coat from the hanger near the door. Ned carefully places it around her shoulders and Cersei shoots him a grateful smile. When they are near the car, Ned hurries and opens the door, letting Cersei climb next to Catelyn and he closes it. Rushes towards his side and quickly gets in.

“Brandon, Cat,” Ned says as soon as he’s inside the car. “This is my girlfriend, Cersei.”

Ned knows that both of them know of Cersei by reputation. Daughter of a political figure and heiress to gold mines, Cersei has been named a catch by gossip magazines and who appears frequently on the social pages of the news.

“A pleasure,” Cersei speaks and extends her hand, first to Catelyn, who returns her greeting. Then to Brandon, who shamelessly winks at her.

“Ned won’t shut up about you, you know?” Brandon says as soon as the car is moving. “So, congratulations on making my brother speak more than one sentence at the time.”

Cersei arches her eyebrow, “Oh?”

“What Brandon means,” Catelyn hurries out as Cersei turns to look at her. “Is that Ned speaks quite highly of you. And we have been looking forward meeting you.”

“Thank you,” Cersei responds. “Ned has spoken about you both. All good things. Mostly.”

Ned, in the driver’s seat feels his cheek flush. “Ah, well,” he starts. “Good things about you Cat. Brandon comes and goes.”

Brandon’s indignant squawk makes both Catelyn and Cersei laugh. “Offended brother,” Brandon places a hand over his heart. “I have been so wounded. And here I was trying to make a good impression on your dearest lady.”

Ned shakes his head, amused at his brother’s antics. Grateful too, he knows that Brandon is simply trying to put Cersei at ease, Brandon has never liked to intimidate friends or family. “We know,” Ned simply says.

The rest of the car drive is made in quiet chatter. Catelyn and Brandon manage to make Cersei feel at ease, Ned knows it because he sees in the rearview mirror how her shoulders relax and the smile is not a forced one. Cersei has always one to care about both appearances and what people say about her. Ned doesn’t get it, but respects that and does what he can to make her feel at ease and comfortable enough to lower her defenses.

At the movie theater, Ned insists on paying for all of them. “My idea,” he simply says and purchases their tickets. Inside, it’s Ned and Brandon who get snacks for themselves and their respective partners. The movie they’ve chosen is a romantic one. Halfway through the movie, Ned’s hand is firmly held in Cersei’s and Ned can see that Cat is resting her head on Brandon’s shoulder. He simply enjoys the small display of affection that Cersei gives, she’s not one for overly romantic public displays and he doesn’t mind; he’s not one for them either.

Once the movie is over, Ned and Cersei walk out of the movie still holding hands. Cat has her arm entwined with Brandon’s as they quietly talk about the movie. Ned (after consulting with Brandon and Father) picked a small new restaurant that serves Essosi food. He knows that Cersei likes it and, according to Brandon, so does Cat. The place is small, but it’s quite a romantic spot, with a small bouquet of roses at the center of each table, small little candles lit and the lights are low. They order their food and wine.

“Tell me Cersei,” Brandon starts. “How did this one,” he nods at Ned. “Managed to get you to agree on a date.”

“Well,” Cersei arches her eyebrow and the left corner of her lips curl upwards. “He simply asked. And I knew of him - of course - and his reputation as a doctor, so I figured I’d go out with him and see what happened.”

“Huh,” Brandon says and Ned already fears the glint on his brother’s eyes. “Good! That’s great, Neddy here is always quite shy, very quiet. Mother would often try and get him to be more outgoing, but…” Brandon waved his hand around. “Never happened. Quite the shock when he first started dating as teens. Even bigger shock that he was dating you.”

Cersei’s eyes narrow, but she takes a sip of her wine and gives Brandon a look. “And what does that mean?”

“That you’re out of his league.” Brandon smirks. “He’s dating up.”

“Brandon!” Both Ned and Cat hiss.

“What?” Brandon is completely unrepentant. And Ned can see that Cersei is both amused and offended. “Telling the truth. You, little brother, lucked out.”

“Your brother is a good man,” Cersei says and Ned can make out the warning tone in her voice. “And I quite like him, treats me like a queen.”

“We’re happy for you both,” Catelyn says quickly and extends her hand, gently patting Cersei’s hand and smiling at her. “Ned’s happier than ever since he started dating you.”

Catelyn’s words take an immediate effect on Cersei, who lowers her shoulders once more and smiles demurely. “Thank you. He makes me happy too.”

The food arrives and Ned is grateful. The chatter doesn’t stop entirely, but there are quiet moments in between. Ned throws a look at Cersei from the corner of his eye, she seems calm and poised; her shoulders aren’t entirely down, but they’re not rigid. She’s taking small bites of her duck and his lips quickly curl upwards. Cersei looks amazing on this light. Her hair shines, even in the low light of the restaurant, she’s a head turner, she’s always been.

“Is the duck good Cersei?” Catelyn asks.

“Quite so, and this wine is fabulous, I must tell father about it. Is your food good Catelyn?” Cersei responds

“It is a good wine, and yes, the food is quite delicious.” Catelyn agrees. “And please Cersei, call me Cat.”

“If you wish so,” Cersei nods. Then she looks at Brandon. “How did you both find the restaurant? Ned mentioned that you both picked the place.”

“Ah,” Brandon nods sagely. “Because our father, he came here when it opened. And he mentioned it was a good spot for our date. We had other places, but father doesn’t give out praise lightly. So, we figured that if he liked it, so we all would.”

“My father isn’t one for compliments either,” Cersei said with a bitter twist of her mouth. “Unless your name is Jaime.”

There was a moment of awkward silence, fortunately, Catelyn recovered first. “Well, I think it’s impressive that you graduated top of your class Cersei, law must not have been a walk in the park.”

Cersei preened at the praise. “Thank you Cat. I want to take a stab at being Prime Minister further down the road.”

“Ambitious, I like it!” Brandon sent Cersei a rakish grin. “Nothing wrong with a woman…”

“Do not finish that sentence Brandon Stark.” Catelyn said sternly and glared at her boyfriend.

“I was going to say, being the boss.” Brandon shrugged. “You don’t graduate with Cersei’s qualifications and end up working on such a successful firm without having brains. So, go and get them Cersei.”

Ned smiled when he saw that Cersei looked quite pleased with the praise. Especially since he knew that Cersei appreciated that Brandon mentioned her being smart. Cersei got compliments all the time, but it wasn’t everyday that she was told that she was smart. Mostly because Cersei had few friends and didn’t tolerated fools willingly. Unlike her father, Cersei was pure fire and had quite the temper when she was angry.

The dinner went smoothly after that, they Ned and Cersei shared dessert and Cat got one of her own, Brandon declined any sweets. Once dinner was over, Ned paid (and Brandon would compensate him the next day) and they made their way back to their car. And back to Cersei’s home first.

“I had quite the lovely time,” Cersei spoke. “We should perhaps get together again. I know a great bar for drinks.”

Ned released the breath he didn’t know he was holding. For Cersei to extend the invitation unprompted, was big. It meant that she had enjoyed herself, that she hadn’t found Catelyn or his brother a terrible nuisance that she had to tolerate. Because Cersei Lannister mostly tolerated people. It was a very selected few she truly liked. Ned would count himself lucky, so far they had not clashed terribly. There had been disagreements, but nothing that would make either of them want to end the relationship.

“We’d love to,” Catelyn spoke.

“I hope that Ned will bring you around more often.” Brandon smiled at Cersei and winked at her. His brother was a complete flirt by nature, but Ned could see that he meant that. “I don’t know if you like hockey - you probably don’t - but Neddy and I are hosting a watch party next week, our team is playing in Essos. Maybe you’d like to come? Nothing fancy, just us having some beers and finger food. But hey, no pressure.”

“I’ll sleep on it. Good night Brandon, good night Cat.” Cersei said and she exited the car, Ned, who did so at the same time as her, walked her back into the mansion.

“You didn’t have to invite them for drinks,” Ned said carefully. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything.”

“I know I don’t have to,” Cersei gave Ned an unimpressed look. “But I wanted to, they’re not terrible. And they’re your family, well Brandon is. Catelyn might be so soon enough too. And I don’t mind their company, they’re fine.”

Ned smiled, for Cersei to say that they were fine, it was the equivalent of high praise. She was a hard woman to please, Ned knew that she wasn’t impressed with Robert but tolerated him for his sake. “Thank you. Brandon’s invitation stands if you want. Jean and a tee, no worries, just the four of us yelling at the television. Lya might come too.”

Cersei drew near and whispered against his lips. “I’ll sleep on it.” Then she quickly kissed him, winked and rushed inside.

Ned stood frozen, but then shook his head with a chuckle and went back to the car. They made their way to Cat’s apartment, then it was Brandon’s turn to walk her home.

***

Only when Brandon returned did they speak again. “Your girlfriend’s not that bad,” Brandon said half serious, half joking. “You’re dating up.”

“You’re the worst.” Ned glared at his brother then turned his head back to the road. “But yes, Cersei’s the best.”

“It was a good outing,” Brandon admitted, not joking anymore. “Cersei’s isn’t bad. And I really don’t care who you date, so long as they treat you well.”

“Thanks. She’s not terrible, you know? She has a temper, but things are well.”

“A brother worries still,” Brandon shrugged his shoulders. “And I might act like I don’t care, but family is sacred, you know that. I’d go to war for any of you three.”

Ned knew that. Brandon was many things, and you could say plenty of others about him, but you couldn’t deny the fact that he cared about them and their father. “Thank you.”

“What are big brothers for?”

Ned smirked. “To be a nuisance.”

“Wounded Ned, wounded.”

Back at home, before Ned went to change into more comfortable clothes, Brandon spoke. “It was nice of Cersei to invite us for drinks, we really should. After all, today went well.” Brandon didn’t wait for his response and went to the bathroom.

Ned, standing near his door nodded. It had been a good date. And yes, they should try again. Maybe that way, Cersei would feel more at home with them, after all, Ned didn’t think the relationship would end soon. At least, he hoped.

#brandon x catelyn #ned x cersei #asoiafrare #brandon & ned #ned stark #cersei lannister #catelyn stark #brandon stark #pre asoiaf fic #au: modern westeros

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elliemarchetti · 4 years

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Holiday Inconveniences (part 2)

Part 1

Other Red Queen fics:

A Wonderful Mistake (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

The Scam (part 2)

Red Queen Soulmates AU (Mare) Part 2 (Diana and Shade) Part 3 (Diana) Part 4 (Shade)

A Rebel’s Song (part 2)

A Different POV

The Epilogue

Words: 1224

“Is it as strange for you as it is for me?” asked Cal, sitting sprawled on the same sofa on which they had clung together until a few hours before. Mare didn’t even turn to look at him: the snowstorm showed no sign of abiding and her chance to leave in a reasonable amount of time, that allowed her to prepare adequately for the next day’s departure, slipped away like the snowflakes that melted in contact with the glass. When the silence lasted too long for Mare to respond, Cal seemed to decide to change approach.

“Why don’t we listen to some music? Maybe it puts you more at ease.”

"I don’t need things that put me at ease!” Mare blurted out, finally paying attention to him. “I just want to go home, pack my bags and make sure I have everything I need to face tomorrow’s journey.”

Cal seemed to frown for a moment but didn’t comment, maintaining that composure that gave incredibly on her nerves.

“What if you can’t leave?” he asked, just before the silence could be even more embarrassing. “What if the storm didn’t stop and you’re stuck here?”

“Here?” she asked, looking around. Anyone in her place would’ve considered it a blessing: expensive food, a bathroom that could made those in the fancy hotels jealous, and a hot and extremely nice stranger, but Mare was different and she missed her family too much to give up even an hour of those two weeks with them.

“Am I so terrible?” he asked, as a joke, but Mare felt guilty anyway and went to sit next to him on the sofa.

“It’s not your fault, you’ve been fantastic and you’re behaving admirably, certainly better than I am, but I miss my family, I miss my father’s old vinyls and the blanket fort with my siblings.”

"We can do it. We can listen to old vinyls and build all the blanket forts you want, if it helps you in any way.”

Mare looked at him for a few moments before answering: they didn’t hide any malice, just a sincere kindness and perhaps even a touch of… apprehension? She couldn’t tell, but something in him inspired trust.

“Do you have anything from Guns N’ Roses? Because with dad we always listen to Guns N’ Roses and Motley Crue.” she finally gave in. Cal laughed, and Mare noted with great annoyance that his laughter, although a little nasal, was almost contagious. She didn’t want for the one who should’ve been just a pleasant pastime of a horrible Monday night to become something more, nor did she want to even start hoping she could attract someone that rich, but his attitude was so down to earth that she decided she can dream for a little longer.

“Not really the classic Christmas songs, apparently.” he commented, searching through a huge collection of vinyls arranged neatly under the huge flat-screen TV. Mare wondered how she hadn’t noticed them before, if not the previous night at least in the morning or during that crazy early afternoon, but she had no time to investigate any further as Cal announced he had nothing by Motley Crue.

"I have Appetite for Destruction by Guns N ‘Roses, or something by Deep Purple or Led Zeppelin.”

“How can you have nothing by Motley?” she asked, amazed. “They’re the fathers of glam metal and they sold more than a hundred million records.”

“So does Drake.” he replied. “Do you think he has any kind of talent?”

“Touché. However, nothing is classic in my family.” she let slip before she stopped abruptly. What did she have in her little, silly head? Did she want to tell him her sobbing life story? She could’ve told him about their economic problems, since she was at it. She just couldn’t understand what was wrong with her: she had chosen the most distant college that was willing to accept her mediocre grades just to get as far away as possible from a city full of people who did nothing but look at her with pity and now that she finally found herself in front of someone who seemed to treat her like a person and not like an abandoned puppy she seemed to want to go straight back in the arms of what she was running from in the beginning. Fortunately, although he seemed interested, Cal didn’t ask for further explanation and chose a Def Leppard’s record.

"Is the predilection for English bands born from an innate patriotic pride or is there a deeper story behind it?” she asked, trying to put back together her attitude.

“Only a fan of more refined techniques.” he answered vaguely, positioning himself so that he could study her expression more comfortably. The depth of his gaze made her a little uncomfortable, as if she were at an exam for which she hadn’t prepared properly, but she tried not to pay too much attention to it.

“Did you have just defined Def Leppard refined?”

"I never defined them refined, don’t put in my mouth words I never said, miss I’m not interested.”

Mare rolled her eyes. “For the tenth time, my name is Mare and I’m sorry I treated you like that at the bar last night, okay? I had a bad, very bad, day and I just wanted to get drunk. Alone.”

“Don’t blame me for your failures: when Carmadon makes a decision there is no way to change his mind and you were way too drunk for his standards, therefore, even if it hasn’t seemed to you, take it as a victory.” he replied, confirming her suspicions from last night. “Don’t misunderstand” he continued, noticing what must’ve been a change in her expression “I don’t know the bartender’s name because I spend my evenings getting drunk but because he’s a friend of my uncle. Not that you can lecture me about what I do, or don’t, with my liver.”

An amused smirk made its way onto Mare’s face: "I had no intention, but it seems that you want to scold me for my bad habits. What else do you want to do, spank me? Should I call you daddy?”

His expression was so ridiculous that Mare burst out laughing, but Cal didn’t seem to have any intention of letting her get away with it and their exchange continued for a while longer, until he offered her to continue what he had interrupted the night before.

"I have no intention of getting drunk on expensive English liquor, I’m not some kind of lord.” she threatened him, but the boy, whose house really seemed to be more full of surprises than she imagined at first, took two bottles of beer out of the fridge and handed her one.

“I’m stealing it from your secret supply of American products that you only show off during your only boys night?” she asked, after she had taken a perhaps excessively long sip only to prove a point of how much she didn’t care.

"You’re really impossible, did anybody ever told you?” he mocked her, without however confirming nor denying. For a moment Mare thought of Kilorn, of how many times he had repeated that sentence, but somehow the thought came distant, muffled, like an echo of which the meaning cannot be fully understood.

“Never” she lied shamelessly.

#holiday inconveniences #marecal #mare barrow #cal calore #kilorn warren #carmadon #daniel barrow #redqueenetwork

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freevoidman · 5 years

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Okay I’m reading through Porg’s update so some of y’all can save your braincells and here are some great highlights (under a readmore bc i couldn’t help but tear into a few things she suggested):

Flat out ignoring that Vergil had changed by the end of the game as a result of V and Urizen’s separate experiences.

In trying to make V and Urizen their own character, she throws out the idea of Vergil being manipulated by the Qliphoth/Urizen (??? somehow??? even though the tree is implied to be non-sentient i believe???), with V being a Devil hunter looking through the remains of Mallet Island (which was completely blown up, turned to rubble, and then swallowed by the sea, so... that can’t happen), finding the cane which makes him youthful and not sick but... having the cane makes it so he can only kill demons through the cane??? for some reason??? And he needs the Qliphoth fruit to heal himself and free him from the curse???

How did she make V’s backstory even more confusing and complicated how the fuck did she do that

Almost immediately after bringing up the cane, she instead changes it to be one of the rings he’s wearing because she wants her “precious V” to use weapons other than the cane, which makes all the prior paragraphs about the cane’s curse and only using it pointless. She’s the one writing this fic, why can’t she edit her own work so it’s more cohesive?

Despite saying that V should be a Devil Hunter, she doesn’t explain why someone who is supposed to be killing demons would form a pact with at least three to fight demons. Her rewrite dismisses Visions of V, and she even states later that the manga is a waste of time as it won’t ever be translated into English (which 1) is not a limiting factor to reading it as many people have translated it already and 2) doesn’t dismiss it’s value at building up V’s character, who she supposedly likes the best).

Also, for someone who complains about DMC5 being a rehash of DMC3, she’s sure doing her best to change it to a rehash of DMC1 (Vergil being controlled by an outside force, bringing back Mallet Island, bringing back Mundus [the cane is supposed to be tied to Mundus]).

V apparently can’t be human because she wants to give him a devil trigger, despite having 3 familiars and his own strength. Okay I guess?

Also it’s really fucking sick how she describes V changing, because it’s apparently V fusing with Nightmare? Devil May Cry has never been one for body horror but she straight up says she was inspired by “The Thing (1982), The Fly (1986), Bloodborne, and Resident Evil 7″ for the transformation imagery and I wanted to nope the fuck out of there real quick.

Her segments of actual fiction writing and dialogue are really bad it’s almost like a parody Youtube skit.

She switches between prose and script writing randomly, it’s really odd. She does it primarily with Dante i’ve noticed? Here’s an example I wrote of what she does:

“Hey, don’t stress out about it will you?” Says John following a few steps behind VINCENT: Don’t get your panties in a twist

And that just happens... randomly? Like, there’s no indication why she’s doing that it just happens.

She straight up writes notes in her fic about the controls for character actions in-game what the hell--

She also shamelessly puts in a link to artwork that clearly isn’t her’s (and I highly doubt she got permission to post about) to try and show what V’s Devil Trigger would look like. I couldn’t find it because I don’t know how pixiv works, but that’s just a shitty move, especially with how she treats artists on tumblr when they draw art of Vergil.

EDIT: Porg has now straight up copy-pasted the art into her fic without the artist’s permission which is, we all know, fucking theft. While it is good artistry, is just a weird mashup of Vergil’s and Dante’s. It’s not all that unique and I don’t understand why she had to reference a bunch of body horror shit when all the Devil Triggers in game are essentially just a large flash of light and a seamless transition between forms??? It’s good art, I’m not trying to bash the artist, but... Porg, you could’ve been a little more original here rather than just ripping off another artist’s designs...

Everyone in her fic acts super casually to seeing Vergil alive in the Qliphoth and it’s like... honey, no.

Vergil acts WILDLY out of character holy fuck. Like, I know I should have expected that but this is NOT how Vergil would act in the slightest. She’s pretty much writing an OC.

Building off of this: EVERYONE acts OOC and... it’s not exactly cringey, but it is perfect proof that Porg doesn’t know what she’s doing and hasn’t properly analyzed the characters.

Dante acts weirdly... detached? There’s no sign of him acting like his normal goofball-y self, and he’s much more serious than normal. He actually acts more like cannon Vergil than himself, actually. (He also knows CPR apparently? Which... is a skill he would really never bother learning, so...)

Nero doesn’t act nearly as emotional, and acts calmly for some reason. You can’t feel any of his emotions behind his dialogue, only through the adverbs added to the tags)

V is too informative. He knows way too much about random shit that... no one should rightfully know. I’ll mention it more later, but... V doesn’t act like himself and I don’t really know how to explain it.

Vergil is essentially her OC. Seriously--he’s not as brooding or snarky, he’s far too open and apologetic, there’s practically no sense of rivalry between him and Dante. Weirdly, he acts more like canon V than fic!V does, despite the fact that Porg wants to establish V and Vergil and separate characters. His actions also make no sense when put alongside his canon personality. We aren’t reading anything about Vergil, we’re reading about Porg’s weirdly idealized version of him.

I’m going to make a break in the post here because I feel like this is the part that needs the most attention:

Porg goes OUT OF HER WAY to dedicate a GIANT portion of this chapter to her own OC: Nero’s mom. There are several long paragraphs of establishing the relationship between her OC and Vergil, talking about leaving Fortuna, how they were ‘happy’ and then saying that after a hurricane (inspired by hurricane hugo, you’ll see later) she got separated from Vergil, never reconnected with him, GAVE BIRTH, died from a demon attack with Nero staying near her corpse, and then Nero was found by humans and taken off the mainland to be taken to an orphanage on Fortuna. She wanted a massive amount of time to be taken out of the fun parts of playing Devil May Cry to establish a relationship that would never come back and essentially turn into a 15 minute soap opera inserted into a game about having fun killing demons.

Alright back to the noted highlights.

Porg confirms in her fic that the universe of Devil May Cry happens in the US, and that Fortuna is an island along the southeast coast and I want to fucking rip my eyeballs out at this point.

The ONLY REASON why she is doing this is because she lives in Florida. I know she does, and she just wants to imply that this is all happening near her home turf. How anyone who lives in Florida thinks an island like Fortuna can exist is beyond me though, because playing through 4, most of the buildings are inspired by Italian designs, and no one in the states would build an entire island with italian designs. I’ve been to Florida multiple times--there’s no buildings there even REMOTELY designed to match Fortuna.

EDIT: I have been informed that Porg actually lives in Pennsylvania, not Florida, which makes both more and less sense. Why Florida? Why not a hidden island up on the east coast? Why does this have to be taking place in the states at all Porg???

Yeah, let’s take Nero off the MAINLAND OF FLORIDA after a DEVASTATING HURRICANE and send him to an orphanage on an ISLAND which would’ve been hit the hardest by ANY hurricane. TOTAL SENSE.

She tries to make her own timeline for the series using actual real world dates and events and it’s terrible (she references Hurricane Hugo in 1989, and confidently states that 3 took place in 1990, despite all evidence for the actual dates of events being fan theory established through circumstantial evidence).

There’s so much horror movie inspiration here--not cheap horror, but really twisted shit that... doesn’t fit with Devil May Cry’s tone at all? In the slightest? She references Jacob’s Ladder, plus all the other body horror media I wrote above.

Straight up just tears Vergil’s arm off which sure, I guess we gotta make THAT a parallel between Nero and Vergil. They can have a father son moment over being physically maimed.

In the scene immediately before this, Urizen picks up Vergil by the head and roots around Vergil’s memories (somehow???) to show him all the ‘bad moments’ in his life to traumatize him. She describes it as the audience getting flashes of him falling to hell, charging Mundus, being Nelo Angelo, etc.

This causes Vergil to cry and beg for Urizen to stop. Then Urizen rips off his arm. So. Yeah. Another point for the OOC!Vergil/OC-taking-Vergil’s-place board.

Also this point ALONE made me realize that Porg does not know how much time, effort, and money needs to be put into making assets. Like, the entire fic she was stressing that everything be done in 5′s HD Graphics--including the ruins of Mallet Island, so I have to assume she’d want these little snippets in HD too, which would be a massive money hole creating these assets for one scene that lasts maybe ten seconds total.

I know I stated it in one of my earlier posts, but most of what she’s writing would fit better with a sequel for the reboot series, not DMC5. It would make her OOC writing of Vergil make sense, all the horror movie inspiration and body horror shit would fit better there, especially all the crappy dialogue too.

She somehow made Griffon even MORE annoying than in cannon.

BTW if I had to listen to poetry while fighting the final boss of a video game, I’d sooner turn my PS4 off. Not that poetry isn’t cool and all, but it cheapens the final fight and distracts you. It wouldn’t work.

EDIT: I realized this point made no sense without context, sorry. Porg made the Book of Urizen (the poetry book by William Blake referenced multiple times by V) either weirdly prophetic or made it out like Blake had inner knowledge of demon powers or... something along those lines, and V magically has the knowledge that reciting poetry from the book about Urizen will... harm him? Weaken him? Open a gate to hell (she mentions a portal appearing near him)? It’s very unclear, but she essentially rewrites Urizen as the final boss, and makes it three stages (V [Griffon recites some verses, which is what the first point was about], Vergil and Dante [this is where Vergil gets his arm ripped off btw], and then Nero) with all three of them reading poetry from the book to deal the “final blow” to Urizen. I’d much rather have Vergil be the final boss than have to go through a three-stage boss fight while every character I play as recites poetry to kill the boss.

She mentions Dante using Sin DT against Urizen but I’m pretty sure with her fuckery of the game’s events Dante can’t GET Sin DT? Because there’s no fight between Nero and Urizen where he’d intervene?

COMPLETELY IGNORES VERGIL’S DEVELOPMENT OF WANTING TO TRAVEL WITH HIS BROTHER THROUGH HELL TO ELIMINATE THE QLIPHOTH FUCK OFF.

Also she changed the lore of the Qliphoth so that it sprouts semi-naturally around every 500 or so years? So... shouldn’t leaving the Qliphoth roots be fine now? Since it’s natural?

Nico acts like growing back arms is totally normal

Wrote an INCREDIBLY shoe-horned in moment in the van with Dante filling Trish and Lady in about finding Vergil and everything that happened where, once again, Trish and Lady act almost completely nonplussed that Vergil is alive after 20+ years in hell, with about 9 of those ten years being trapped under Mundus’ control and corrupted by the Demon King

Seriously why is no one surprised in this fic that Vergil survived? Dante has a brief moment before finding him, but everyone finds out and accepts it like flipping a switch (once again--ESPECIALLY DANTE, which is NOT how the grieving process works)

Porg states that the ending is trash because the twins are fighting in hell, but completely ignores that most of Dante and Vergil’s lives have been built on conflict and they like fighting demons, especially Dante. Both of them were happy and doing what they love.

She also completely ignores through this entire thing that Dante was really fucking depressed in the novels leading up to 5 but hey I don’t even know if she can read.

I can vaguely agree that Trish and Lady were sidelined and they should’ve had a bigger role. However, I can’t fault the directors for not doing this, because they were already developing three playable characters with their own unique fighting styles. She writes all this shit about the story, writes notes about controls and mission layouts, but forgets that it takes a lot more than pressing a single button to code a game.

She just doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Seriously, none of these things are cohesive or edited properly, and despite her saying she wanted better for Vergil, or Nero, or Dante, or V, she writes all of them incredibly out of character and doing illogical actions. I just... I don’t get it.

The best part is--I can’t even tell her about these things, or give constructive criticism. She moderates the comments on her fic and isn’t afraid to delete anything she doesn’t agree with or can’t make a ‘passionate rant’ about.

#devil may cry #derelict-stranger #thephantomporg84 #i'm doing y'all a favor here

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