#solomon x yn

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solomon + domestic life

✎a/n: aaaa i didnt want this to seem too similar to the general hc i did before so i tried to focus on home life, enjoy <3

✰warnings: none, just fluff!

✉: Domestic solomon pls 😳

Solomon, as affectionate and open with his feelings as he is in the comfort of a committed relationship, needs his own personal space to just exist in sometimes. He’s more than happy to share this with you on occasion, just as he wants to share practically everything with you, but he just needs an intimate space to call his own, one that lets him retain his individuality so that he doesn’t get cold feet. After all, he’s spent an unfathomable amount of time alone; he needs somewhere to retreat to when his own feelings become overwhelming

Waking up with Solomon in the mornings is a perfect routine, perhaps the only one you share together in your hectic day to day life. Solomon will always wake up before you, and is just an early riser by nature. He always slips out of bed, careful to not wake you, to fix your morning beverage (you’ve come to an agreement that drinks should probably be the only thing he prepares). He’ll place a kiss on your forehead gently, but with the intention of waking you up. As much as he adores your sleepy expressions, he’s been eager to talk to you all morning. You’ll get dressed at the same time, and fix breakfast for the two of you. While you eat, he talks your ear off about the crazy dreams he had that night, which are typically just all over the place

Solomon always insists on making his side of the bed but it’s very messy. He gets credit for the effort, though. He’s a clean person by nature but has horrible execution, which can be attributed to the fact that he constantly has one million tasks looming over his head

Not really anything important to mention but I feel like Solomon would absolutely eat it up if you were a pillow person. Like, the kind of person who has more pillow than bed/couch. It just makes your shared space feel so cozy, and everywhere he goes he sees a little touch of you – it reflects the comfort and peace that you bring him and he can’t help but grin stupidly every time he finds himself buried in pillows

Since he can’t cook he would take you on a lot of dinner dates, so he doesn’t feel as much like he isn’t pulling his weight. Of course, you don’t blame him since you know he’s really truly trying his best, but it’s of course nice to go out so frequently. These little dates are more casual than romantic, but that honestly just makes it more appealing for Solomon, proving to him that your lives are intertwined and that you can find complete solace in each other’s presence

Anyone who knows the two of you will know you as a very established couple. Whether you’ve been dating for a little while or a long one, your relationship just makes sense. The dynamic you have with Solomon falls into place almost completely naturally, giving off the impression that you may be true soulmates. When your name comes up, Solomon’s is sure to follow

When evening rolls around, at least one of you is completely worn from the day. Life in the devildom as a human implies you have a great responsibility of some kind, and neither of you are strangers to work well above your paygrade. Your evenings are spent being exceptionally lazy, getting all the rest you need to face the next day. Even if he’s just as beat as you though, Solomon always insists on taking care of you in some way. Whether it’s through a simple shoulder rub, running you a bath, or just holding you for as long as you need (and then some), you’d better count on him pampering you in some way

Living with Solomon is an insurmountable number of nights spent curled up on the sofa together watching movie after movie. I swear to god, get him tired enough and he turns into an absolute ipad baby. He also probably has an affinity for musicals, but that’s partially because he’ll get to listen to you sing along sometimes

Master of organization. Solomon has a very specific place for pretty much every single item in your home, and often you’re not even sure where your own belongings are. Nothing will ever be lost in this home, but with a small price to pay considering Solomon leaves to tease and beg for affection in exchange for the items he’s moved

The house definitely has a very strong smell, resemblant of what Solomon himself smells like. He’s always concocting some kind of potion or even burning some kind of incense, and so the entire area has a very familiar aroma

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“The silent treatment” Alfie Solomons x Reader

Alfie Solomons x Wife!Reader

You can’t stay mad and quiet at him forever, at least not if he can help it.

You looked Alfie in the eyes before you shook your head and turned around, walking away from your husband. “Where are you going?” You stayed silent, walking up the stairs to get yourself ready for bed. He creased his brows and followed closely behind you. “You can’t just stop an argument by not talking.” You didn’t even acknowledge him, just undoing the back to your dress and allowing it to fall to the floor; unclipping your hair from your updo and letting it fall.

Alfie felt offended: that was his job; you always let him take down your hair.

“Ziskeit, the silent treatment isn’t the way to go about this.” He told you, but you just wandered off to put your slip dress and slide into bed. Alfie was still stood in the doorway in disbelief, watching as you went on about your day as if you didn’t live with your husband of three years.

“Poppet-” click the lamp beside your bed turned off and Alfie’s jaw was on the floor, tutting at you. How dare you? He went about his own nightly routine, trying not to seem wounded by his lack of goodnight kisses and giggles as he’d tickle your neck with his beard. Eventually, he laid beside you and put an arm around your waist but it was shrugged off. “Look treacle I don’t care how fucked off you are with me, right. But I should be able to sleep comfortably with my wife.” He said, gruffly into your ear; moving again to replace his hand.

Again, you’d pushed it off. “Fucking unbelievable. Cant touch my own wife.” He’s grumbled, turning over and crossing his arms to try to force himself to sleep angrily when all he really wanted was your embrace on a cold night.

The next morning, he’d woken up to you doing your hair at the vanity he’d bought you for your last birthday. He’d walked over and pecked your cheek. “Morning ziskeit” he said and you said nothing, didn’t even look at him. He sighed exasperatedly. “Still doing that are we.”

He put his hands on the back of your chair and leant down to look at you in the mirror. “Real mature of you this, poppet.” He told you, taking the hair in the pony tail and wrapping it around his hand. “Knew I’d married a younger woman when we said our vows but didn’t realise I’d married a little girl.” He tugged the hair sharply. “Perhaps you need daddy to reeducate you, hmm?” You looked back at him in the mirror and shivered, and for a moment he’d thought he’d won. You just picked up the nice little expensive perfume bottle he’d bought you and sprayed it twice on your neck, getting him straight in the face. He just huffed and let you be. You couldn’t continue this forever.

He trudged down the stairs and went to make you both some breakfast, simultaneously tightening jars and putting cans higher than he knew you could reach, placing a plate in front of you when you’d arrived downstairs. But before you could even look at it, Alfie had wagged his finger at you. “Only girls who use their manners get fed.” He said and you narrowed your eyes. He took your chin in a hand and hummed at you as though speaking with a disobedient child. “Hmm? So? You going to ask politely, ziskeit?” You clenched your jaw and swatted the hand away once more, standing to go feed Cyril.

It went on similarly for the rest of the day, you trying to open things, to no avail - just for your husband to swoop in like some saviour and offer to do it “if you just say please” to which you’d throw the jar in the bin. Or when you’d stretch go grab something high up, even trying to climb on the counter, feeling hands on your waist “I’ll give you a hand, just have to ask, treacle.” And you’d jump down.

And it was like Groundhog Day as he found himself in the same position he was in yesterday. “Please loves, just need to hear your voice I’m sorry.” He’d pleaded, watching you undress ready for bed. “Right-” he’d grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, barely any garments covering your dignity. He gently dropped you on the bed and settled himself between your legs, ripping your undergarments off as he looked up at you “let’s see how long you can stay fucking quiet”

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Solomon x Fem! Parent! Reader || It's Okay, I'm Right Here

Word Count: 3,081

Rating: Sfw, Mature matters

Includes: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff

Thank you for commissioning me! @eternallyanxiousandstressed I hope everything is to your liking and again I hope that the things going on right now that may be painful heal and get better but I wish you nothing but love and luck momma!

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It's that day and to say the least you were hurting.

You knew it was happening, knew the time was coming but that didn't mean you ever enjoyed it..

You carefully watched as Solomon played with him, a chest of toys that the white haired man had even gotten for himself sat wide open as your son ran back and forth just to show off his favorite toys and things. You can see the look on his face, the smile you son gives him as he grins up at Solomon with that smile you've always loved.

Your heart is literally aching, feeling as though it's being torn apart.

Solomon was always so good with him. Ever since you both introduced the two your son had seemed interested in the man even if he was a little shy at first. You remembered the way Solomon smiled warmly at the boy who slightly hid his face and then with that flair that he always seemed to have… Solomon kneeled down on one knee to the child and with a short little chant and a sway of his fingers glitter and colorful swirls seem to form from his fingers before poof! A toy sat in his palm, one that he didn't exactly know the boy would enjoy but really hoped so.

Though Solomon isn't necessarily one who cares for the way people looked at him this was completely different. This was you and your son and after being with you for as long as he has now it only made the most since that he wanted to get along with the boy.

It seemed to have worked out quite well. You knew from the moment that Solomon had looked into your eyes that he was a good one, loving and understanding and when your son happily took the toy after a moment just to make sure it was actually alright to take. There's a moment where he looks up at Solomon, bright eyes twinkling at the sight of the gift and Solomon nods with a hum.

“It's alright, you can definitely have this.” Solomon reassured the boy, something else you had noticed the white haired male was quite good with over the timespan of your relationship.

You remembered looking at Solomon after, lifting a brow as if asking how he knew the young boy would like such a gift only to feel your cheeks warm up just a bit when he seemed to smile back knowingly.

Back then Solomon had given a little carefree shrug, a light chuckle coming from him thanks to that adorable look on your face that he always loved to see.

“He's a kid. There's not much else they usually enjoy aside from toys and candy last time I checked.”

He says with that smartass voice of his that you always seemed to love hearing and you huffed out a little laugh.

You smile carefully, looking at the scene just a few feet before you with so much love and affection whilst leaning against the doorframe. You loved catching them in these moments, seeing that carefree smile on your baby's face while he spent such important moments with Solomon who was basically the man that happily stepped up to help you raise the boy. You had caught them a few times in some rather cute moments; catching Solomon feeding the boy, guiding and teaching and correcting the boy whenever it seemed needed …like an actual father was supposed to…

Oh course you never wanted to stop your son from seeing his actual father but every time you looked at you child… his smiling little face that seemed to shined brighter than every other star in the sky, you couldn't help the clenching you felt in your heart. It wasn't that you necessarily hated or felt anything angry over your last partner and you knew that realistically your son should be allowed to see his father no matter what you and the man had gone through but as you watched these moments you couldn't help but simply wish it had been Solomon to actually be the boy's father. Though, you did love seeing that the white haired man treated your son like one anyway even without you having to ask or say anything.

Your baby deserved a father and you and Solomon had talked about it so many times, mainly because you couldn't help but feel scared… and just like the caring and adoring man he was, Solomon carefully reached his hands out to wrap around you and hold you close. Telling you that it'd be okay because whether the boy was his or not… he'd happily help take care and raise him. And that's exactly what Solomon has done since the two of you… three of you met.

The air of peace and tranquility pauses.

There's a knock at the door…

One that you all seem to notice at the very same time.

You're the closest to it and as the two look over at you, you let out a soft sigh before turning and going to the door. Solomon frowns a little, he simply can't help it because while he knows you had to do this didn't mean he had to be happy about it… He looks at your son before smiling softly and the boy seems to return the little look before Solomon gets to his feet.

“Stay right there okay?” Solomon says to the boy who shyly now seems to nod.

He follows you, your child hanging back for now, peeking around at the scene as you take your hand and unlock the knob before twisting it and just as expected he stood there… your past husband, the man you nor Solomon wanted to see but as you try to resist frowning Solomon takes his place at your side, reaching over to rub your shoulder in a way that seems to actually convince you to open the door.

You pull it open and there he stood, looking at you first as a little smile almost dares to taint his lips before falling completely at the sight of Solomon and your son who crept forward until he could grip at Solomon’s pants leg as if the sight of the boy clinging to the man was like pouring salt into an already infected wound.

There's a moment of silence and you can feel the weight of the air around you getting heavier. You were sure he was simply displeased at the sight of you raising your child with another man but Solomon stares him down, as if he's daring the other man to do something about it.

You managed to speak first, greeting the man who seems to huff in return before crossing his arms over his chest.

“I've come to pick up my son.” He says and it sends a spark of blistering rage through you because after everything the two of you have been through you thought he knew by now that if you could your son would be exactly just that, your son. You don't like that tone he uses either, the one he seemed to pull out as if he was better than you and had something to hold over your head and Solomon can practically taste the way it makes you feel.

He doesn't get angry often he'll admit but something about this ex-husband of yours could really pull Solomon into doing so. Especially when he can see that look on your face, the saddened expression that he dreaded seeing on your precious face. It's not just that either, as his eyes turn from you down to your son he can only feel more annoyed, upset at the fact that this man of all people has come just to ruin all of your day.

“Our son.” Solomon suddenly hums and the tension in the air suddenly seems to grow a lot heavier as if the air around you all had turned poisonous.

“You've come to pick up our son.” He says again and there's a moment where both you and your child perk up just from hearing Solomon say such a thing. It's not like he didn't say it often, with permission many months ago Solomon had spent hours holding you, kissing you until you cried and clung to him and felt comfortable with him being this close in your family and home and now as you savor the feeling of his hand gently squeezing your shoulder, you've never been more grateful. It calms you even while your ex seems to sneer at the man who calmly grins, smug in his stance. He knows he shouldn't pick a fight, you've told him not to before but oh does Solomon love seeing that stupid, angry look that washes over your ex's face.

If it weren't for the fact that Solomon was a sorcerer, a lesson that your ex husband was still stubbornly learning he probably would have never spent any time dealing with this man to begin with. Even resisting simply slamming the door in his face right now was rather difficult for Solomon…

You pat Solomon and without argument, without further distraction, he looks over and down at you and his smug grin falls quickly as he sees the look in your eyes, that saddened expression… it manages to shut him up for a moment all the while calming him even before Solomon allowed his own irritation over your ex to bring out the worst in himself.

“Ah, anyway..” Solomon says softly as he looks into your eyes with his own before slowly looking back at your ex who seemed even more annoyed at the sight than the blatant disrespect he was receiving. “I'll allow it, at least until I figure out just what to do with you exactly.” He finishes and there's meanings hidden behind those words, a threat spoken like the millions of spells Solomon's spoken before. All of the sudden the room feels colder, so much so that your ex seems to shiver even though he's not even standing in the house… the only one to shiver, matter of fact, considering Solomon only had the intent to affect him personally. Something else he's been working on for a while now.

“And..what's that supposed to mean?” Your ex asks now, his tone softer than he'd like it to be and Solomon smiles innocently.

“Oh nothing, just that I'm trusting you to be responsible so I don't have to correct you too harshly later on.” he hums and then silence falls over all of you, a few seconds passing just to let the words cook and simmer and then you let out a little laugh as if to lighten the overwhelming mood looking over to your son who moves closer to you, now hugging you leg as you gently run your hand through his hair. There's a soft smile that forms on his lips as he slowly looks up to you.

“He's just kidding, surely you're happy to spend time with your father right baby?” You ask softly, petting that head that you loved so much and while you do so the two men seem to glare harshly at each other, fists slowly balling up on each of them. You son looks over to his father who seems to huff lightly through his nose and Solomon follows the action in a much similar way before nodding carefully. Of course the boy always wanted to see his father. He just secretly wished… he could do so without these moments, without having to leave. Why couldn't the four of you just be together?

Sometimes he still didn't fully understand it all.

“Right, I'm only kidding.” Solomon repeats, giving another smile now as he keeps his eyes on the man before him to show that he actually wasn't ‘just kidding’, that the only reason he didn't strike him where he stood was because Solomon knew just how these things made you feel.

Silence falls over the four of you before you sigh and you say goodbye to your son, smiling at him and taking the time to kneel down and give him the biggest of hugs you could ever offer before he slowly pulls away even though it hurts both of you so much. He had to be a strong boy though, the brave and smart boy that you always found him to be. He seems to take a few steps forward to his father. The man looks at the boy before sighing, reaching out to offer his hand and your son slowly takes it, stepping out the door now.

It's a bittersweet moment, one that leaves an oily taste in your mouth as you look at your child one more time, waving bye as they go to leave but not without your baby returning the action, quickly waving his little hand like his life might have depended on it.

“Bye mommy! I'll see you and dada later, I love you!” He says like how he'd do if you were dropping him off at school or something, moments that always managed to feel like slow motion once they actually happened. Your son's words ring in your ears as you and Solomon wave goodbye though not without you yelling out to your ex to call or text if anything ever managed to happen in your absence. Begrudgingly he seems to accept your words, sighing again and you and Solomon watch at the door as the father of your child helps the young boy in before giving a wave to the both of you before pulling open the drivers door and climbing in.

The sound of the doors closing, the sound of the engine starting and gears revving makes you hurt even more and just like that, they pull off carefully before driving off.

You don't even realize the wetness in your eyes until Solomon carefully reaches out to you. As he gently cups your cheek you look at him and as your eyes connect with his own all you can see if his care for you, his undying love for you that you worried one day might disappear even though Solomon continuously corrected you each time because he was going nowhere without you being by his side. The two of you have already gone through so much and continue to do so but Solomon was happy being there with you to go through it together. The look in his eyes are genuine, focused and bright as if you were the only thing that existed in his field of sight, as if nothing else for now mattered.

Before you can stop yourself you sniffle before quickly turning into him.

You wrap your arms around his torso before pressing your face into his chest, the tears falling just being able to be close to him in a moment like this and of course Solomon returns your gesture by slowly closing the door with one hand while the other moves around you to hold you back. You arm wraps around your shoulders, his hand carefully moving and petting your hair before he moves his other arm to wrap gently around your waist. He pulls you closer as you seem to let it out. It's not like you got like this everytime, not always but you did get sad one way or another and as much as it hurts, like tearing your heart into pieces, Solomon is here… holding you, caressing you while your tears seem to wet his shirt.

“I know you always hate these days but I promise you my love that it's okay…” he hums softly, his voice like a light in the darkness that leads you to a bit of clarity.

“He'll be fine, he'll be okay.. I can promise you that.” He breathes, taking the time to lower his head and press his nose into your hair, taking a deep breath and savoring your scent that he simply loved so much. “I gave him a talisman. If anything unexpected happens we'll know. I promise.. please don't stress yourself out, it's not good for your skin.” He says with a light chuckle and it does calm you down, his words and the way he's holding you as if he worried that letting go might just break you. Even with his teasing tone you know he's serious, that his words are genuine and even though your heart was aching you felt… so, so much better knowing that Solomon had even taken the time to give your son a seal of protection just in case somehow, someway, something managed to cause any malicious harm to your baby.

Which wouldn't because Solomon had promised to always help you keep him safe.

You can't help but cry harder, so grateful to have him here with you, holding you close while telling you that you were okay.. that your son was okay with him around. He's so caring, so loving, patient… gentle, always holding you as if you were the most prized jewel in his world.

“Thank… you..” you say with a shaky tone, clinging to him because you know he doesn't mind not one bit.

He moves his hands to slowly trail up you body, over you curves and dips leaving shivers running over your skin up until he reaches your cheeks and with so much care, he holds you. He kisses the top of your head, then you cheek, then back up to your forehead until he's left peppering to sweetest kisses against your skin and like a cat getting scratched behind your ears you seem to fall completely in his hold.

“There's no need to thank me my love and you know that, you know I adore you and that boy more than I've ever adored anything else. You know I'll always be here, yes?” Solomon says softly, his eyes gentle as his voice fills your ears and you hold his arms, nuzzling his chest.

“Yes..Yes of course I know that my dear, I-I just love you so much… I'm so grateful you're here..” you breathe, calmed down as you press against him like he's a life support and he holds you like he feared you pulling away.

“I’ll never let go of you…either one of you for I love you both just as much.” He hums as he continues to hold you, taking in your scent, kissing you…loving you like you always craved to be loved.

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My Bloke | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hello! Last one for the day, I promise.

"Jealousy is a good look on you, y'know" + "Don't roll your eyes at me" + "Ah, fuck it, I have nothing to lose - fancy going out?"

For Alfie Solomons with a male!reader or nonbinary reader.

Thank you again and please feel free to ignore the spam of asks, seriously I'm really sorry if they get irritating!

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summary: Alfie can be unpredictable and violent when he wants to be, especially when it comes to other people looking at his husband.

tws: violence/threats, gun threats, swearing, jealousy, possessiveness

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Sitting on Alfie's lap, you were quite happy as you flicked through the morning papers; it wasn't rare for you to do so, the same as it wasn't rare to find Alfie sitting on your lap as he went through the day's dealings before he left the office and went home.

But today was slightly different. Alfie's grip on you wasn't to keep you steady, it was possessive, holding you rightly against him as he clenched his jaw and glared at the man sat opposite the desk. The complete stranger, eyeing up his own fucking husband.

Alfie couldn't allow it as he pulled you back against him, you didn't seem to care, turning your head slightly as you welcomed the harsh and possessive kiss. Alfie could always be unpredictable when dealing with other gangsters, you had long grown used to it, and when the kiss was over, you went back to reading your papers.

"Mister Solomons," the other man started, his eyes not leaving your body for even a second as he slowly licked his lips. "I, uhm, I'm here on, uhm, behalf of uh-"

"Fuckin' spit it out already," Alfie huffed. "Or I will fuckin' shoot you right between the eyes."

"Revolver's in the drawer to your left," you told him without looking up. "Bullets are behind the pen ink."

Alfie grabbed the gun, and only let go of you so he could load it, his grip back on you as he cocked the hammer and pointed it at the other man, raising his brows. "Why the fuck are you eyein' up my bloke? Huh? Did your mum never tell you not to touch what don't belong to you?"

The other man soon enough scampered off, thoroughly scared as he apologised profusely. Alfie huffed, unloading the gun and putting it back. He gently tugged your papers away from you.

"Yes?" You hummed.

"Fuckin' hated the way he looked at you," he grumbled, coaxing you to sit with your chest against his, your hands on his shoulders as he gripped your thighs. "Don't anyone outside of Camden have any manners?"

You grinned as you shrugged. "Guess not… but, guess what."

"What?"

"Jealousy is a good look on you, y'know," you mused. "Reminds me of a bloke I served with in the war."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he were a Captain," you started, "strong. Handsome. Always wrote to his mother. Course, he didn't have a nice and neat beard like you, but he was good."

"Uh-huh," Alfie dared to smile. He loved it when you did that. "Did this Captain, by any chance, happen to be the one that managed to find real coffee in the Winter of sixteen?"

"He was," you confirmed with a smile and a nod. "Do you know him?"

"No," Alfie teased, coaxing you onto his desk and standing between your spread legs. "But I know a bloke who did. Besides… you don't want a Captain, do you, mate?"

You shook your head, tugging at his shirt. "I prefer a gangster who gets jealous of every little thing."

"Then you're in luck," he whispered, bringing his face to your neck, his lips just and just touching the sensitive skin as he smiled. "Ain't you, lad?"

You nodded. "Maybe I am."

"Oi," he warned, pulling away and playfully glaring at you. Laughing when you rolled your eyes in the same manner. "Don't roll your eyes at me, Sergeant. I'll have you court martialed for it."

"How you gonna court martial me, Captain Solomons?"

Gently, Alfie tugged you closer. "However the fuck you want me to, Sergeant Solomons."

You had to admit, you did strike gold with Alfie. It wasn't the jealousy, it wasn't the fact that he was unpredictable or that you had been through an entire war together.

It was that he made you laugh. He made you laugh, and he made you smile; you never once feared that he would have a violent outburst directed at you. Never. He made you feel safe, he always had done.

When he wasn't at home during business meetings, you couldn't sleep; you had to have him near. It's why you spent so much time at the office, as even though you were his right-hand man, you didn't really have any reason to stick around outside of the occasional meeting that required the both of you.

But you still did, because you enjoyed being in his presence.

Even if he was doing invoices and all that shit that you didn't understand, you could always find a newspaper or something to read while you lounged around in his office.

Just being near him was enough, you didn't have to be doing the exact same thing at all times. That didn't matter.

Just as you didn't sleep if he wasn't around, Alfie never finished a cup of coffee or slept on the left hand side of the bed when you weren't there; coffee made by others didn't taste as good, and the left hand side of the bed had always been your side.

He never slept on the left side, even if he was a thousand miles away. He never slept on the left side. For all of his faults, Alfie loved you in the smallest and biggest ways he possibly could; he loved you as much as he could, the same as you loved him the same.

He loved you with everything that he could, and when he caught your gaze, he couldn't help himself as he gently and slowly kissed you. Making you laugh when his beard tickled your skin so softly.

"Y'know, I ain't got another meetin' all day, and Ollie's fuckin' around somewhere so he can look after this shit," Alfie admitted.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Ah, fuck it, I have nothing to lose - fancy going out? Just me and you, yeah?"

You grinned as you gently raked a hand through his hair. "Dorsia?"

"Dorsia," Alfie agreed. "Nothin' but the best for my bloke. Go get your coat, I'll get me stick and we'll fuck off down to Dorsia for the afternoon."

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Hi! Just wanted to say I love your writing and was wondering if I could request "overstimulation + praise kink" with Alfie Solomons from Peaky Blinders please? No pressure though and thank you!!

Thank you so much!! I love Alfie <333

Warnings: contains Overstimulation, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, praise kink

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x fem!reader

“There’s a good girl,”

Alfie’s voice was low and gruff as he coaxed yet another orgasm from your oversensitive cunt, this time with his thick calloused fingers pumping deliciously in and out.

Your back arched, pushing your naked breasts against him, and you whimpered as your erect nipples grazed against his clothed chest. Eyes rolling back, your mouth went slack as slurred curses and groans of his name tumbled out in a muddled moan.

Alfie continued his ministrations, nosing at your neck and grazing his teeth against your throat, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “Doing so well, pet,” he murmured, sucking a mark into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Such a good, good fucking girl for me,”

As his thumb reached up to circle your clit, your legs clamped around his hand, squeezing his wrist as you rocked into his touch. White-hot pleasure seared painfully through every fibre of your being, but you weren’t willing to throw in the towel just yet. You could feel your own wetness smeared on your neck and chest, transferred from Alfie’s beard to your skin once he emerged from between your legs. He had drawn out several releases just from his tongue, and now he had moved onto using his fingers to tease you open, swirling your slick and his saliva around your sensitive pussy until you shook over and over with pleasure.

“Think you’re ready for my cock?”

It was a stupid question; of course you were ready for his cock, and you had been for the best part of two hours. You had even begged for it… about four orgasms ago. “Please,” you whispered again. “Please, need it, Alf, please!”

“So pretty when you beg, darlin’,” he told you, kneeling between your thighs and shucking off his shirt, before tugging himself from his pants. You groaned at the sight of his heavy cock, pushing your hips up towards him. He smirked, holding the base in his fist as he lined up with your entrance, running the tip up and down your wet slit. “Gonna be a good girl and milk my cock?”

When you nodded eagerly, he grinned, pushing forward, stretching you out in a way his fingers never could. “Fuck… good girl, YN, love… take my cock so well, you do,” You moaned, already trying to rock your hips up and down, eager for him to ruin your overstimulated cunt. “My good little pet, drunk on my cock,” he grunted, starting to snap his hips against yours.

It only took a few thrusts before your overworked pussy was spasming uncontrollably around him, and he held onto your thighs, holding you close to him to keep his cock inside you. “Fuck… good girl,” he praised, and smirked as you tried to wriggle away. “But I’m not done with this perfect cunt just yet,”

#alfie solomons smut #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons #alfie solomons fanfiction #Alfie Solomons x you #alfie solomons x y/n #Alfie solomons blurb #peaky blinders blurb #request

[in-class-daydreams]

Talking Terms (Sebastian Sallow x Reader)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader Synopsis: Things are awkward between you and Sebastian after everything that happened with his uncle. You haven't spoken since before the holidays and this is the first time you've seen each other since the incidents. Your life is progressing with or without him, but you'd be a fool to deny that parts of you - all the important ones - remain with him. Notes/TW: Rich people. Also you're a member of the Black Family in this one. No use of YN. Unedited tho, ya girl ain't got attention span like that.

While families and lineage tended to hold a lot of weight where you lived, and everyone who wasn’t part of the main circle wished they were, money and status weren’t nearly worth the trouble, in your opinion. Late nights at tiresome soirees among the other pure-blood families tittering about how pure their blood is or whatever it is they talk about. You play the game, of course, just until you finally graduate from Hogwarts. As soon as that happens, you’ll never step foot in 12 Grimmauld Place again.

On the train to Hogwarts, you reach out to slide open a compartment door when a pale hand reaches past you.

“Please, let me get that for you,” your companion says, gesturing for you to enter first. Over the last several holidays, your family has been eager to introduce you to some other eligible pure-bloods your age. They were unsurprisingly heinous people, guilty of just about every prejudice in the book - against muggle-borns, against poor people, against women, it was like they had a checklist.

What was surprising was your odd fondness for Pollux Carrow, a fellow Slytherin you’d seen once or twice in the common room but never spoken to, hailing from the noble Carrow family. It would be a stretch to say you liked him. Growing up in a Sacred Twenty-Eight family of pure-bloods would always be a cauldron of generational trauma, and just because Pollux wasn’t a bad person, it didn’t mean he was the most saintly person, either.

The two of you enter the compartment and before Pollux can insist, you heft your bags into the overhead bin yourself. You sit, stretch out, and crack open the first book you grabbed on your way out the door that morning. The well-loved leather cover is soft beneath your fingers.

Goblets, Goblins, and Gobstones: An Anthology of Magical Folklore

Your heart clenches. You’d only received this a few months ago. You remember a flash of freckles and a boyish smile, telling you how he’d found it at a used bookstore and just had to get it for you. The tip of his nose was red from the cold, but he could not have cared less when you hugged him tightly and thanked him for the gift.

You’d gotten him a book as well, naturally, but you never got to give it to him.

“Merlin’s beard, that thing’s been through the wringer,” Pollux says from his seat.

You hum just to acknowledge him.

“Read it many times, then?” he asked.

The incident with Solomon Sallow happened not too long after. Since then, you couldn’t bring yourself to even open the thing. Not when you and the person you wanted to discuss it with the most weren’t speaking. You’d even given Ominis some space so as to not put him in a tight spot between his friends.

Finally, you reply, “It was a gift.”

Pollux eyes your book like it was diseased. “Interesting gift.”

This time you don’t deign to reply, knowing Pollux was one of those people who needed to have an opinion on everything. 

Movement in the walkway catches your eye and you gasp when a shock of fluffy brown hair breezes past the window. Ominis’s unmistakable visage follows closely behind, visibly grabbing for the boy in front of him and steering him into your compartment.

“Do you have room for two more?” Ominis asks. His posh accent and soft voice were always pleasing to hear. “All the other compartments are full.”

You know very well that they’re not, but you play along anyway.

“By all means.” You move your legs and belongings out of the way and pat the seat beside you. With the other hand, you shove your book under your thigh.

Maybe it’s seeing him again after time apart or the leather tome that smells like him sitting just beneath your robes, but the words are out of your mouth before you can think better of it.

“Hi, Sebastian,” you murmur.

The boy in question looks confused that you addressed him at all. He opens his mouth, then snaps it shut before shaking his head and giving you a nod.

“Hello.” His voice is a tad deeper than you remember it and he looks more tired. He inclines his head towards your companion. “Carrow.”

“Hello, Sallow,” Pollux replied. What is it with boys and calling each other by their last names?

Sebastian quickly plants himself beside Pollux and busies himself in a book you’ve seen him read a hundred times before. He was reading it when you first met him in the common room, in fact. He buries himself in his reading, but his lips are pressed into a hard line and he’s squinting at the words.

Rather than stir up trouble, you turn to Ominis.

“How was your holiday?”

He laughs. “Of course it was,” then he seemed to remember Pollux, “fine. Good to see family again.”

Being in close proximity to the Gaunt family could never be described as ‘good,’ even for the more obedient members of the family, which Ominis was not.

Thinking quickly on your feet, you feign coughing into your fist.

“Are you alright?” Pollux asks.

“Yes, I’m fine.” You cough again. “My throat’s just a little dry.”

He jumps to his feet. “I’ll get you some water!” And with that, he’s gone. If your calculations were correct, he’d see some more Slytherins on the way to the beverage cart and get held up for at least ten minutes.

“Well, Ominis? How was it really?” you prod.

He rolls his milky eyes and scoffs. “As good as predicted, that is, not at all. My family has migrated to our country estate for the season and when it wasn’t contentious between us, it was terribly boring.” He shrugs tiredly. “And you? Does the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black have anything to do with your new companion?”

You cringe at the full title. “The social season is months away, and yet they insist that I meet the other pure-blooded hellspawn.”

“Unsurprising that they’d favor a Carrow for you,” Ominis sighs. “I think I’ve spent at least half my holiday in the presence of the Greengrass’ youngest.”

“She’s pretty, at least,” you comment before Ominis raises an eyebrow at you.

“I wouldn’t know.”

You desperately stifle your laughter.

“Besides,” he adds, “she takes great fun in making the house elves compete for sport.”

Wrinkling your nose, you ask, “Compete in what?”

“A better question would be what don’t they compete in?”

The two of you stare at each other in disgust before dropping the subject entirely. You steal a glance at Sebastian, who hasn’t turned the page since he opened his book and you know for a fact that he is an amazingly fast reader.

Ominis gives you a look that sends a shock of dread through you. He always made that face when he was planning something.

“Well, Garreth should be around here somewhere.” Ominis stood, stretching. “I have a book of his and I should pass it off to him now before I end up carrying it around for the rest of the day. I’ll be back shortly.”

You open your mouth to protest but he all but ran out the door. Sighing, you resign yourself to watching the landscape blur past through the window. Though, you note that Sebastian still has yet to turn the page. Part of you wants to say something, anything to fill the silence. Yet, what would you say? ‘I know you killed your uncle not too long ago, but how are you? Had a good holiday in an empty house?’ Or even ‘Remember how I prevented you from getting sent to Azkaban? So we’re good, right?’

Stealing another glance at him with his head nearly buried in the pages, you think about how the hardest part of being in this awkward place with Sebastian is that you don’t feel like you can talk to him. Before, you could sneak into the restricted section of the library and raid goblin camps and sit in the astronomy tower seeing who can invent the silliest new constellation.

Sebastian always won at that. It’s easy for smart people to be funny.

The two of you hadn't exchanged a single owl all holiday. Then, with all these memories in mind, you had to wonder: Did Sebastian miss you as much as you missed him? Of course, you had your bonds with Poppy and Imelda and Natty, but for all intents and purposes, Sebastian was your best friend. Being out of sync with him was like hearing a beloved song in the wrong key.

Even while your family paraded you around, introducing the different sons and daughters of the noble purebloods to you, you only thought of Sebastian. You’d never be fond of any of those bigots anyhow, but each of their flaws were in relation to him. They’d be too short or too tall,  another lacking enough freckles, and then one wouldn’t laugh at a joke you made that would’ve had Sebastian rolling on the floor with tears in his eyes. They were all wrong on so many accounts.

Pollux was the best of them, which wasn’t saying much, but he wasn’t nearly as hateful as the rest of them. At the time, while you were missing someone, he was an acceptable stand-in.

Being alone with Sebastian was quickly becoming too suffocating. You stand and rush to the compartment door and in your haste you almost don’t register the dull thud behind you.

When you turn, you see Sebastian pick up the leather tome you forgot you had. He turns it over in his hands, his expression unreadable.

“Oh!” You exclaim nervously, reaching for it. “Thank you, I’m so clumsy.”

“You kept it?” Sebastian said quietly.

You were somewhat offended at the implication. When he turned, you forced yourself to look into his eyes when you replied, “Of course, I did. It was a gift and I wanted to know why you liked it so much.” By the time the words left your mouth, you wondered if you’d said too much.

Sebastian doesn’t look away. His grip on your book loosened and an array of emotions flashed across his face. The circles under his eyes had lightened since you last saw him, but they were still there.

He wordlessly passes the book back to you and your skin tingles where your fingers brush.

“I wanted you to know.” Sebastian broke eye contact, then seemed to catch himself and reestablished it. “I feel like you deserve to know that–”

You jump when the door slides open right next to you. Pollux stands on the other side holding two cups of water. He begins to speak when rush out the door, calling out some excuse about needing the restroom over your shoulder. Never mind that the restroom was in the opposite direction.

Just the next car over, you run into Ominis, who aims the red tip of his wand towards you.

“Why are you so upset? What did Sebastian say to you?” He demands, then his eyes widen in shock. “Did he give that to you?”

You nod, and adjust your grip on the book. “Yes, a while ago. He said he couldn’t wait until the proper holidays. But I haven’t gotten around to reading it. Not that I don’t want to, it’s just that it’s–”

“You’re rambling,” Ominis interrupts. You smile sheepishly and he looks solemn. “He loves that book more than life itself. Did he tell you that?”

The book is leather, with loose bindings and yellowing pages. “No? It’s just some folklore, I do tend to like stories like these,” you reply.

Ominis shakes his head. “It’s full of his old bedtime stories. His mother used to read it to him before she died. It’s one of the last memories of her he has.”

You stare at the book in disbelief, looking back and forth from it to Ominis. “You’re serious? I can’t take something like this! We’re not even on speaking terms!”

Ominis pats your shoulder on his way past you. “Impulsive as he may be, Sebastian doesn’t take this sort of thing lightly. If he gave it to you, he wanted you to have it. Perhaps talk to him about it? Or about anything for that matter. Honestly, the two of you would have significantly less problems if you just talked to each other.”

As he leaves, you stare after him, the book in your hand suddenly much heavier than it was before. Smiling softly, you find an empty compartment - you knew Ominis was lying earlier - and sit down. The smell of the old book is comforting when you turn the first page, and it reminds you of someone who smells just like it. For the first time in weeks, you relax and begin to read.

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[starsstuddedsky]

Please Know My Feeling

reader x joshua

summary: bitter about your ex boyfriend moving on so quickly, you decide to ask your friend to be your fake boyfriend to prove that you could move on just as easily. but what happens when you can't tell the difference between what's fake and what's real?

genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst, university au, sports au, non idol au, fake dating

warnings: yn is the most oblivious person on the planet, mentions of injury, drinking, did i mention yn is an idiot?

wc: 12.1k

a/n: should i be doing hw instead of writing this series? dw about it and just read this.. thanks for all of the love so far, i really enjoyed writing this one (as you can tell from the fact that it's way too long). if ur a soccer player please forgive me. i tried. don't pay attention too much to the fact that twice are the teammates i just didn't want to make up names

title: Please Know My Feeling - Lee Solomon

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I saw Joshua across the quad. It was a terrible decision, really, but I was tired of thinking things through. It was why I was in this situation in the first place. 

“Joshua!” I shouted, waving him down. He was walking with a couple people but waved them on. 

“Yn,” he said with a smile. 

“Hi,” I said, opening my arms to him and saying a silent prayer of thanks when he hugged me back without question. 

“What’s going on?” He asked as I held on. 

“Please tell me you’re single,” I said, peeking over his shoulder to see if anyone was looking. 

“Yeah,” he said slowly. He took a step back, hands coming to rest under my elbows, brow furrowed. “Is everything okay?” 

I chewed on my lip, wondering if I should just apologize and tell him it was just a dumb idea.

Then I saw them out of the corner of my eye, hands intertwined, laughing. I met Joshua’s eyes with renewed strength. “Can you be my boyfriend?” 

Joshua’s frown deepened. “Yn, you just broke up.” 

“Fake boyfriend, I mean,” I said. “Please?” 

He stared at me for a long time, and I realized how insane I sounded. Joshua was hardly a stranger, in fact, he was one of the first friends I’d made. But asking him to be my fake boyfriend just because my ex had moved on after taking all of two days to process our breakup? Not something particularly mentally stable people did. 

“I’m sorry,” I said. “That was really dumb, a really bad joke, I-”

“I’ll do it,” Joshua interrupted. I froze as he flashed a smile at me and picked up my hand. “I’ll be your fake boyfriend.” I must have looked as astonished as I felt because he laughed. 

“Seriously? No ‘tell me why and I’ll think about it,’ or ‘pay me $2000 a month’ or any questions at all?” 

He shrugged. “I know you, yn, you wouldn’t do this without good reason.” 

I felt guilty immediately. Joshua trusted me so quickly and I was using it because my feelings were hurt. As if he was reading my thoughts, he squeezed my hand. 

“I did think about it,” he said. “It’s not like it’s going to do anything bad to me. Actually, it’ll be great because Seungcheol and Jeonghan will probably stop making fun of me for not getting a date since freshman year.” He started walking, not letting go of my hand. 

“You’re not going to tell them the truth?” I frowned. 

“Yeah, but I’m going to take full advantage of having a fake partner first.” He smiled, an evil twinkle in his eye. “They talk a lot considering they’re both single.” We kept walking, hand in hand. It was strange at first; I kept expecting to see him but then he would bump my shoulder or tap his fingers and do something to remind me he was Joshua. Everything in my head was a mess, I couldn’t tell if it hurt more that it wasn’t him or that I didn’t want it to be him. All I knew was that holding Joshua’s hand was a comfort I didn’t expect but clung to. 

We were walking in silence when he suddenly stopped, frowning at something in the distance for a moment before turning to me. “That’s why?” 

I didn’t have to look to see what he saw. My ex-boyfriend, Nam-Il, hand in hand with his new partner. He at least had the decency to text me this morning and tell me he was dating someone else, but the fact that it was two days after we had broken up made it feel more like an insult than courtesy. Apparently two years with me was that easy to move on from. I thought knowing would make it easier, but seeing them on the quad a few minutes ago would have hurt less if I could have pretended they were just friends. 

Now Joshua was looking at me with a frown I couldn’t decipher. He didn’t let go of my hand but his grip was looser as he stepped in front of me, blocking my view of the couple. 

I could feel tears prickling my eyes, chewing on my lip to stop them from spilling over. Joshua took a step closer pulling my chin up gently. 

“Is he looking?” He whispered softly, eyes not leaving mine. 

I had to force my eyes to flicker away, though I found myself drawn back to them like a magnet, snapping back the moment I saw that he was in fact looking. I nodded, not trusting my voice. 

“Can I kiss you?” I blinked, not sure if I had hallucinated or if he had really said that out loud. I didn’t move when he stepped closer, his lips so close I could feel his breath. He repeated the question. 

I nodded, our noses brushing against one another. For a moment, neither of us moved, then he leaned forwards and closed the distance. I think he meant to just brush his lips against mine, but when I raised my hand to his neck and pulled him closer, he reacted instantly, and then I stopped thinking entirely. For just a moment, I forgot about Nam-Il. 

I stepped back, swallowing hard before opening my eyes. Joshua was glancing behind him. When he turned back to face me he wore a satisfied smile. 

“I think it worked,” he said. “He looked sufficiently stunned.” 

My brain finally caught up, finally processing what had just happened. Joshua had kissed me. It wasn’t a bad kiss. And when I peaked over Joshua’s shoulder, I caught a glimpse of Nam-Il‘s frown. I grinned at Joshua. 

He slipped his hand back into mine and we kept walking. I thought about peeking at Nam-Il and his new date but decided I had enough satisfaction for the day. I settled for the feeling of Joshua’s hand in mine, grounding me in the strange new reality I had created. 

“You want to get lunch together?” Joshua asked. 

“I can’t,” I said. “I’m meeting with a couple of my teammates to watch tape at noon.” 

Joshua checked the time on his phone. “You do know that’s in five minutes, right?” 

“Shit,” I said. Seeing Nam-Il had made my mind go blank for a moment, the pain too much. “I have to go.” 

He squeezed my hand before letting it go. 

“We’ll talk later!” I shouted as I jogged away, taking one last look at my new fake boyfriend. It wasn’t until I was inside that I realized I was smiling. 

If I was being honest, my relationship with Nam-Il had been over for months. Even though he had been the one to say the words first, it was only a matter of time. I couldn’t really blame him for moving on quickly when our relationship had been over a long time ago. I just wished I knew if I was upset because I hadn’t moved on or because he didn’t even pretend to be upset over the end of our relationship. 

“Yn,” Chaeyoung, my teammate, whispered in my ear. “Your boyfriend is waving at you.” I blinked back into reality to focus on Joshua across the field, standing behind the benches. I gave a small wave, feeling guilty that he’d probably been waving like an idiot while I was busy daydreaming about my ex boyfriend. 

My teammates had been surprisingly understanding about dating Joshua. I was fully prepared to tell them the truth, but they weren’t surprised, and were even happy for me when I told them I was dating him. I supposed the athletics teams were pretty close, and I knew that a lot of my teammates had started to think Nam-Il was a crappy boyfriend at the end of our relationship, especially when he stopped coming to our matches. I couldn’t really blame them for that. 

I only told my best friend (and roommate), Momo, the truth. She sat on my other side, scrolling through her phone as she had for the entire match. 

“You know it’s more interesting if you actually watch the game,” I said. 

She shrugged. “Since when do I care about soccer?” I had been lucky to get her to come to the match after practice, only convincing her because I wanted her to judge whether Joshua and I actually looked like a couple. The problem was that half the team overheard that we were going and invited themselves, and now they were sitting in the bleachers with me, teasing me for my boyfriend being so sweet. 

“Besides, you’re just here for your boyfriend,” she said. “It’s not like you came to their matches before.” 

“I am friends with the rest of the team!” I said. 

“Knowing their names doesn’t mean you’re friends,” Chaeyoung said. “Coming from someone that’s actually friends with some of them.” 

I glared at her. “Aren’t you supposed to have respect for your upperclassmen?” 

“I do respect you,” she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “That’s why I’m making sure no one misunderstands you.” 

“You’re so full of it,” I said, but I was smiling. I peeked across the field again and found Joshua. He was chatting with Seungcheol and Jeonghan, his best friends. They’d played together for all of college, but I had just found out that Jeonghan and Joshua had played their very first season of soccer together, when they were just six. The thought of tiny Joshua running around chasing a ball was adorable.

He had to have some sixth sense for people staring at him, because it wasn’t long before he turned to me, smiling and waving again. Seungcheol smacked his shoulder, probably pretending to be mad at him for not paying attention. 

It was halftime, the score was tied 1-1. I slid closer to Momo as the night air got chillier. It wouldn’t have been too bad, except we had come straight from practice, and the sweat had set a chill deep down that I couldn’t quite shake off. Unlike a lot of my teammates, I hadn’t thought to bring a sweater. 

I couldn’t deny my pride at dating a member of the thus far undefeated soccer team, even if it was fake. I couldn’t deny my jealousy, our three losses unforgettable, but I still bragged about him as soon as I realized my teammates didn’t care that I had just broken up with Nam-Il.

It made tensions in the stands that much higher as the second half continued and the score remained tied. Even Momo looked up a couple times as the other team came close to scoring, Jihoon, our goalie, making a couple incredible saves. The freshman forward, Chan, made a couple good plays, getting through their defense, but even the so-called prodigy wasn’t good enough to get a goal in. I winced as it got more aggressive, plenty of arguable fouls on both sides. 

Volleyball was my expertise, but I could follow the rules of soccer, which is how I knew Minghao, another of our forwards, was definitely not off-sides when the referee blew the whistle. The entire crowd booed as the ball went to the other team, destroying the chance that Minghao had created to score. 

The other team moved viciously down the field, recklessly pushing through our defense despite our best efforts. Seungcheol made a move for the ball but the player kicked it across to his teammate. There were 30 seconds left in the match, the crowd chanting defense, defense, defense, as the other team drove closer and closer to our goal. I held my breath as they took a shot, but another of our defenders, Seungkwan, got there just in time. However, when he kicked the ball back towards our team, one of the other players intercepted it. 

He maneuvered back to avoid our defense, kicked it to another teammate just before Joshua got to him. At 20 seconds, they were in position to take another shot, our defense scrambling. Seungcheol made one last desperate player but it wasn’t enough. It felt like time froze as the ball soared through the air, aiming for the top corner of the goal. Jihoon dove as high as he could but it still wasn’t enough, and the ball went in. 

The crowd groaned, Jihoon picking himself off the ground and glaring at the ball. The other team were quick to cut off their celebrations, ready to completely sign in their victory, and the end of the winning streak. 

For their part, our team didn’t quite give up. I was proud of how they tried to get the ball down as quickly as possible, Chan even getting a shot on goal off, though it was wild and never stood a chance at actually scoring. The crowd chanted, three, two, one! and it was over. 

They had lost their undefeated winning streak. 

Many of the team looked sad, heads hanging low, walking slowly to their bench as the other team whooped and jumped on each other. A loss would weigh heavy on all of them, even if they still had an unprecedented season with their stats. 

I waved as most of the team left, rather disappointed that the first time they saw Joshua as my official boyfriend ended so poorly. 

“Maybe you’re bad luck,” Momo whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes at her smile, following her out of the bleachers. 

“Are you saying the reason they lost is because I’m fake-” I paused, glancing around us and lowering my voice. “Because I’m ‘dating’ Joshua?” 

“I would never say that!” She said, “I implied it.” 

“Oh, well that’s much better then.” I stopped at the fence line. “I’ll see you at the apartment, I’m going to chat with my friends and make sure they aren’t too upset by this.” 

Momo shook her head. “I think you just want to hug your boyfriend.” 

I rolled my eyes at her again, almost regretting telling her the truth. “Drive safe! I’ll see you later!” 

They took longer in the post-game meeting than I anticipated. The crowd was gone by the time the boys finally started making their way across the field, only a few parents and friends hanging around to see a player. Having stood for so long, I was cold again, wishing I had just gone home with Momo. 

Joshua walked over with Seungcheol and Jeonghan, chatting with them but glancing at me every few seconds like he thought I was going to vanish. As soon as they reached me, Joshua stopped, the other two boys continuing down the path. He took one look at my shivering and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. 

“Sorry I’m a little sweaty,” he whispered in my ear. “Is this okay?” 

“‘S okay,” I said, grateful for any warmth. “I probably don’t smell the best either, I came straight from practice. How are you feeling?”

I could feel him shrug. “I mean, I’m not happy, but it’s whatever. It was cool to get this far and it sucks the winning streak is over but we can’t win them all. As long as we win during playoffs, the season doesn’t matter to me.” 

 “Really? You’d be okay if you lost every single game for the rest of the season?” 

“Okay, fine, as long as we are still first in the region,” he said. “Hey, you want to come to dinner with us? I can guilt Seungcheol into paying.” 

I smiled into his shoulder. “Free food? My answer is always yes.” He laughed, pulling away but keeping a warm arm over my shoulders and pulled close to his chest. I kept my arm around his waist. It was strange how natural it felt to be intimate with him. When I had first started dating Nam-Il, I had taken forever to feel comfortable holding his hand. It must be because it wasn’t real. 

“Hey, yn is coming with us!” Joshua shouted to Seungcheol and Jeonghan. They slowed down until we caught up with them. Seungcheol apparently didn’t have Joshua’s approach to the loss, still ranting. 

“All I’m saying is that if they didn’t make that horrible call on Minghao, we would have at least had a chance,” he said. 

Joshua shrugged. “It’s over, man. It’s not like it’s playoffs.” 

“I don’t like it.” 

“Okay, you’re being dramatic,” I said. “It’s one loss and it wasn’t even a blow out. Did you guys win, like, eight nothing last week?” 

“Yeah, stop insulting the fact that the volleyball team has three losses,” Jeonghan said. 

I frowned at him. “I don’t like your support.” 

“No one ever does.” Jeonghan sighed overdramatically. 

“That’s because your version of support is rarely actual support,” Joshua said. “You literally just insulted yn.” 

“Insult is harsh. It was the truth,” he said. 

“I think we’re getting distracted from the fact that we actually lost,” Seungcheol said. 

Joshua rolled his eyes. “One or three, it doesn’t really matter, all that matters-”

“Is the end of the season,” Seungcheol finished. “So you’ve said. You’re starting to sound like Coach.” 

“Never say that again,” Joshua said. 

“It’s a compliment!” Jeonghan said. We reached the parking lot. Joshua tossed his bag into the trunk of a car, then dug around the back seat, emerging with a sweatshirt. 

“I’m at least 70% sure this is mine,” he said, passing it to me. “But if it smells, it’s definitely Seungcheol’s.” I laughed, pulling it over my head, deciding it smelled distinctly like Joshua. 

“Hey!” He held up the keys. “This is still my car, I can leave you whenever I want!” 

“You can try,” Joshua said, sliding back into the backseat. I followed him as Seungcheol slammed the driver's door shut and Jeonghan sat in the front seat. He turned around immediately, staring at me and Joshua in the back. We had left the middle seat open, Joshua behind Seungcheol and me behind Jeonghan. He glared at that empty seat, as if we were supposed to be sitting in each other's laps. 

“You’re being weird,” Joshua said without looking up from his phone. Jeonghan turned back with a sigh, strapping his seatbelt on as Seungcheol began to drive. 

“So, Joshua refuses to tell us how you started dating,” Seungcheol said. I glanced at Joshua who had dropped his phone, eyes wide. 

“That’s because it’s not your business,” he said quickly. 

“Yeah, I don’t really care,” Seungcheol said. “Also yn had a different boyfriend a week ago, and yes, we all know he sucks, but you are my best friend- you are also my best friend don’t be annoying, Jeonghan- anyways, I’m going to make sure that your relationship is, like, healthy or whatever.” 

“That’s very kind of you, dad,” Joshua said. “But I can make my own decisions.” 

“Not when yn is involved,” Jeonghan muttered. I felt like an intruder in the conversation, but I couldn’t exactly leave without jumping out of a moving car. 

“Joshua, we’re just asking how you started dating,” Seungcheol said. “Most people love talking about that.” 

“It’s fine,” I said before Joshua could argue back. He turned to me and I could tell he just didn’t want me to get into trouble. Well, it was my fault his friends were interrogating him, the least I could do was help him out. “Yeah, technically I only broke up with Nam-Il last week-”

“I heard you got dumped,” Jeonghan said. 

I glared at the back of his seat. “It doesn’t particularly matter because we hadn’t really been together in months. Honestly, it was just like waiting for the right thing to break up with him over and he beat me to it.” 

It felt good to say out loud, grounding myself in reality. It wasn’t me, it wasn’t him, it was both of us. I smiled at Joshua. “I just realized I had feelings for someone else, and told him. Is that a crime?” 

“That’s the story you’re going to stick with?” He asked. 

“It’s the truth,” I said. More or less, I added in my head. 

“It has nothing to do with Nam-Il dating someone new?” Jeonghan asked. 

I was quiet for just a second too long. 

“Can you guys please stop interrogating them?” Joshua asked. “I told you, we are fine.” He took my hand and squeezed it. I couldn’t tell if he was doing it to prove to them we were a normal couple or to comfort me. I figured it had to be the first one even though they probably couldn’t see our hands. 

“Answer the question,” Jeonghan said, turning to face us. The car stopped at a light, and we were bathed in red. 

“I mean I wasn’t a fan of him moving on so quickly,” I said slowly. “But I like Joshua.” I glanced at him, black hair messy from the game, soft smile reaching his eyes and turning them into little crescents, hand still in mine, and it almost wasn’t a lie. 

Jeonghan turned back around as the light turned green, apparently satisfied. 

“Okay, now that that’s all cleared up, I think you guys owe us dinner!” Joshua said. “Right, yn?” 

“Um…” 

“Perfect, we all agree!” He said. 

“I already said I was going to pay,” Seungcheol grumbled. 

“You’ll just have to owe us extra then!” 

The rest of the car ride was quiet. Joshua would show me a meme every once in a while and Seungcheol started talking about the game again, more to himself than anyone else. 

“Just let it go,” Jeonghan said. “We have a tournament this weekend and if you’re still obsessed with this we’ll lose those too.” 

I turned to Joshua. “Our first weekend as a couple and you’re leaving me?” 

He glanced at me and smiled at my fake pout, reaching out and patting my head. “Don’t you have a tournament this weekend too?” 

“That’s not the point!” I said. 

“You two are kind of gross,” Seungcheol said. He pulled into the parking lot of a diner. It was nearly 10, so the diner was pretty much empty. 

Apparently they came here at least once a week, the staff recognizing them as we sat down without waiting for a host. 

“This is the only diner open after games that actually has good food,” Joshua whispered in my ear. “It’s a heavily kept secret among the soccer team, we only tell the freshmen at the end of the season. There’s actually a full ritual to swear you into secrecy or you aren’t allowed to leave.” 

I knew he was joking, but his eyes were so serious that I played along. I kissed him on the cheek. “Consider that my declaration of secrecy.” He pressed his fingers to his cheek for a moment, glancing at me with distinct surprise. Joshua followed my gaze to Seungcheol and Jeonghan, who were studying the menu pretty intensely for people that were regulars. I winked at Joshua. 

“Okay, but how do you guys keep this place a secret?” I asked louder. 

Seungcheol peeked up, seeming to sigh in relief when he saw that there was some space between us. “It’s listed online as closed at 9pm and they made a deal with the wait staff years ago to keep it that way.” 

“That’s incredibly suspicious,” I said. “I love it.” 

“What do you want?” Joshua asked me. 

I shrugged. “You can just order for me, I would hope after three years you know what’s good on the menu.” 

A few minutes later, the food appeared, despite the fact that Joshua had only just gone up to order my food. The waiter set down three players of food, apologizing saying my meal would be out in a minute. Apparently they were so regular the staff knew to put in their order the second they walked in. 

I didn’t think I was too hungry, but the food smelled so good my stomach started grumbling. I didn’t think it was noticeable, but Joshua slid his plate in front me. 

“I ordered the same thing, anyways,” he said when I frowned at him. 

“You just played a game, you should eat.” 

“You just had practice, you should eat.” 

I stared him down but he stared right back. 

“Can one of you just eat so this isn’t weird anymore,” Jeonghan said. I looked and saw both he and Seungcheol were hovering over their food, watching us. 

“Go ahead,” Joshua said, folding his arms. 

I frowned at him until I had an idea. I pulled the plate closer to me, sticking the fork and loading a good amount of food onto it. I turned to Joshua, holding the fork to his face. 

“What are you doing?” He asked. 

“Getting you to eat!” I heard Seungcheol snort trying to hold back his laugh. “Open up!” 

Joshua glanced at his friends, for the first time looking embarrassed. He did this to himself. Finally, he opened his mouth, letting me stick the food into his mouth. I could feel his glare as I turned back to the plate, satisfied I had been successful, digging into the food. Not long after, the other plate was delivered and we were too absorbed in eating to talk. 

I understood why the boys had kept this place such a well hidden secret. The food was so good I couldn’t imagine having the secret for so many years. I grinned at Joshua, realizing just how good my choice in fake boyfriends had been. 

It wasn’t like I had many options. I had plenty of friends, most of them in athletics. But Joshua was the only one that I trusted enough to be not only the person that I was publicly with, but also the person that I could actually talk to about my life. He was my fake boyfriend, but he was also my friend. 

The rest of dinner was uneventful, the most excitement coming from Seungcheol grimacing when the waiter asked about the match. We were just about ready to go when Joshua went to the bathroom. I was left sitting across from Seungcheol and Jeonghan, both of whom had expressions I couldn’t decipher. 

“So,” Jeonghan said as soon as Joshua was out of earshot. “You told Joshua how you felt first?” 

“Yes,” I said slowly. “Are we really back on this?” 

Seungcheol glanced behind them, checking to see that Joshua really was gone. As soon as the bathroom door was shut, he leaned over the table. “Thank god, do you know how exhausting it was to listen to him pine for the past two years? Seriously, he pretended like he wasn’t, but it was so obvious.” 

“Yn, do you understand how painful these past two years have been?” Jeonghan asked. “This idiot has made our life hell because of you. I cannot count how many times I woke up to his 2 am depression spam of debating whether he should tell you how he felt or not. Actually, I’m pretty sure he did it, like, last week.” 

“I am begging you, please, for our sanity, never break up with him,” Seungcheol said. “He’s an idiot but he genuinely cares about you, and I can’t bear to put up with him pretending like he isn’t pining after you literally every day.” 

They were so serious I almost believed them. I opened my mouth to tell them to stop teasing, but then I saw Joshua emerge from the bathroom. It was all I could do to smile back as he walked over, clearly expecting everyone to be ready to go. 

Seungcheol and Jeonghan stood up, all signs of desperation completely gone, leaving me to follow them quietly to the car. Joshua noticed something was wrong immediately, squeezing my hand and not letting go even when we got into the car. The car ride was filled with Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s banter, Joshua piping in a couple of times but mostly worrying over me as I replayed Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s words in my head. 

When we reached my apartment, he followed me out of the car, telling the guys that he would walk me to my door. 

“What happened?” He asked as soon as the car door was shut. 

“You need to tell them the truth,” I said as we walked towards the building. 

“What?” 

“They just tried to tell me that you’ve been in love with me for the past two years, and they were really good at it, like, I seriously almost believed them, but clearly they aren’t believing us, so you should just tell them the truth so they don’t get any more upset and do something even more insane.” 

Joshua was quiet a moment. “They really said that?” 

I rolled my eyes. “They begged me not to break up with you.” 

“They must have thought they were hilarious,” Joshua said. He sounded like he was still processing it. I was still processing it, not quite sure what his two best friends were trying to do. He was quiet the entire elevator ride up. I don’t know when, but I realized we had stopped holding hands. 

He still walked me to my door. “I’ll tell them the truth as soon as I go back,” he said. “I… I’m sorry they did that to you.” 

I stood next to him for a moment, trying to think of what I should say. He avoided my eyes, staring at the floor, and I felt like I should comfort him, tell him… something. But in the end there was nothing to say, and the last I saw of him was his sad back retreating down the hall. 

“Dropping out is a mistake, right?” 

“Yn, you’re on an athletic scholarship,” Joshua said. “You can’t drop out.” 

I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling of the apartment. I wondered why so many ceilings were textured. I could feel my hands running over the surface, the ridges digging into my hands. Did my apartment have ceilings like this? 

“Okay, but what if I don’t graduate?” 

“Your grades are fine, you just showed them to me.” I wondered how Joshua could be so focused, as I continued to pester him with questions. I turned to my side to study him, laying on his stomach and switching between reading a textbook and scribbling color coded notes. 

I first met Joshua during our freshman year when we had a class together. Technically I’d seen him around campus before, both of us participating in summer training for our respective sports, but we weren’t formally introduced until that day in class. We bonded over missing classes because of games and scrambling to keep up with our insane schedules as freshmen. I was amazed then as I was now at how perfect his notes were. 

I knew his secret: his notes might be organized, but his thoughts rarely were. Having peer edited his papers, I felt like I knew exactly what sort of student Joshua was, which was why I should have been incredibly annoying to him right now, when we were supposed to be studying and I was, instead, doing everything in my power to distract him. 

“Don’t you think you should support me? I mean, I am fake dating you,” I said. It was nice to be somewhere that I could say it out loud. It had been over a week since Joshua had told Seungcheol and Jeonghan, who had taken it surprisingly well. Though I wasn’t sure they weren’t stink eyeing me behind my back, they at least let me come over for fake dates, which was what today was supposed to be except Joshua had a quiz he needed to study for. 

I was supposed to be studying as well but I had no motivation to do so, especially when teasing Joshua was so much easier. 

“Don’t you think you should support me?” He asked, finally turning to face me. “I mean, your fake boyfriend is going to be put on academic probation if he fails this quiz.” 

“You have not failed a quiz in your life,” I said. 

“Yeah, because I study,” he said, but he closed the textbook anyways. “Clearly that’s not going to happen with you around.” 

I sat up and beamed at him. “See isn’t this so much better!” 

He shook his head, but I could still see him smile. “Wait here,” he said, placing a gentle hand on my arm. He stood up, disappearing into his room for a moment before sitting down in front of me and setting down a little box. 

“I was going to give this to you later, but since you’re so determined to get attention, here.” He opened the box. Nestled inside were two little beaded bracelets, clearly handmade. They were almost identical, alternating shades of blue with a little heart charm in the middle. The only difference between them was the letters next to the heart. One had HJ, and the other my own initials. 

“I know it’s cheesy, but I thought couples bracelets could be proof,” Joshua said. “Like, if anyone doesn’t believe us, you could just point to it and be like ‘see, we both have them.’” 

I picked them up, caressing them between my fingers. “Did you make these?” 

He shrugged. “Yeah, it started as a joke with my high school teammates but somehow we all ended up with them for our backpacks, and- are you okay?” 

I had been fighting the tears that had forced their way to my eyes but him asking sent me over the edge. The traitorous tears pushed down my cheeks, out of my control. Joshua was hesitant at first, but wrapped his arms around me entirely when I pulled on his sleeve, bracelets curled in my fingers. I buried my face in his shoulder, more embarrassed that I was crying over bracelets than actually sobbing. His gentle hands rubbing my back only made it harder to stop the tears. 

I had promised myself that I wouldn’t compare Joshua to Nam-Il the day after we started fake dating. It wasn’t fair to Joshua, since he wasn’t actually my boyfriend, and I wanted to move on from Nam-Il, not hold on to everything that he was and expect it from my next relationship. Joshua made that impossible, by being the sweetest, best boyfriend he could, even if it was fake. 

He was nothing but sweet and kind, and I was using him to… what? Piss off my ex? Show him that I didn’t care about him anymore? It wasn’t fair to Joshua, who deserved someone that genuinely cared about him. 

“If they were that ugly, you could have just told me,” he whispered in my ear when I finally stopped crying. 

How could he make me laugh so easily? 

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he said, “But I’m here if you do.” I realized I was still wrapped in his embrace. The selfish part of me wanted to stay there where it was safe and I could hide, but I gathered up my courage and pushed myself out of his arms. 

“I just keep realizing that Nam-Il was pretty much a waste of the past two years,” I said. “Like, I invested so much time and energy into the relationship, and I realized he never once made something for me. Like, he’d buy gifts and everything, but I don’t think he ever really thought about doing something like this.” 

After a pause, I added, “Not that I’m comparing you two. I mean, this is a fake relationship. But the fact that you are a better fake boyfriend than he was a real boyfriend just makes me question everything about how I spent the last two years. He said I overthink things, and I think he was right because I can’t help but think that I ruined it, that I spent too much of our relationship thinking and not enough doing, or telling him how I felt instead of worrying that his feelings might be hurt, or he might not understand. 

“And I feel horrible because you deserve to real date someone, someone that isn’t a mess and isn’t…” Me.

I felt brave enough to meet his eyes. He was staring at me with a little frown. “Yn, are you still upset that your ex started dating someone so soon after you broke up?” 

“No, I realized today that I’m not mad at him anymore, just myself.” 

“Yn do you want to fake breakup?” His expression was unreadable. 

“It’s what you deserve.” 

“But do you want to fake breakup?” 

I chewed on my lip. I knew the answer, but that wasn’t enough, I had to have a reason why. Why didn’t I want to break up with him? It wouldn’t change anything, we were still friends. But the thought of breaking up, even though it was fake, was scarier than my actual breakup with Nam-Il. 

I shook my head. 

“Then we don’t fake breakup,” he said, pulling the bracelets out of my hand and sliding the one with my initials onto his wrist. He held up the other one for me. 

“That’s not fair to you,” I mumbled. 

“How about I decide that, and you decide what’s best for you? Because right now, I think those are the same thing.” He gently picked up my hand, setting the bracelet in it. “I won’t make you wear it if you don’t want to. And if you really do want to fake breakup then that’s fine. But, yn.” He squeezed my hand. “You deserve someone who loves all of you and loves everything that you are and never lets you forget it, okay? I know you aren’t ready for a relationship yet, but when you are, don’t ever forget that.” 

He was looking at me with such an intense gaze, I could feel my heart beating in my throat, and wondered if just maybe that person might one day be him.

Joshua hadn’t kissed me since the first day. It had been four weeks and five days since then, and while I wasn’t obsessed with the idea of kissing him, every once in a while, when we were walking or studying together, I would catch a glimpse of his lips and remember how strangely perfect the kiss had been. I wondered if he ever thought about it either. He had kissed me on the cheek plenty of times, though it wasn’t the same. 

I caught his arm before he could get too far away from me. I was so tempted to press a kiss against his lips, just to see the look of surprise on his face, but turned at the last second, pressing it on his cheek. I laughed at the stain the dark blue lipstick I was wearing left, wiping it off with my thumb. 

“For luck,” I said when he raised his eyebrows. “You better win.” 

“What have I been saying this entire season?” He smiled, a hint of cockiness to his attitude. “Nothing mattered until now.” I smacked his arm, laughing at his cheesiness. We stood in the stadium, near the gate to enter the field. Joshua wore his warmups, his uniform safely tucked away in his bag behind the bench. I was hardly the only one there early, more than a few people in the stands ready to cheer, and some like me, chatting with players. 

“I can’t be the only one going to nationals in this relationship,” I said. I was still reeling in the pure ecstasy of our win the night before that had sealed our ticket to playing in the national tournament. It was hardly a guarantee that we’d win; in fact, our chances were pretty low as a lower seeded team. But going meant that my career wasn’t quite over, that I could hold on to the sport I loved more than anything for just a few weeks longer. It was enough to make me giddy. 

He tapped my nose. “You’re starting to become a little cocky.” 

“That’s what happens when you win and you’re going to nationals.” I grinned at him. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he said, but he said it with a fond smile and I knew he was joking. He glanced at the timer, coming closer to the 60 minute mark. He would have to go to start warmups soon. 

I squeezed his hand, trying to be serious. “You’ll win.” He stared at the ground, looking like he believed me, so I said it again. “You will win, and we will both go to nationals, and obviously we’ll win there too, and we’ll be a power couple like Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively.” 

He laughed, but the smile didn’t remain for long. “Would you still date me if we lost?” 

My cheeks felt warm as I forgot that there were people around us and that’s why he left out ‘fake.’ “Do you really think I’m that shallow?” 

“You do sort of look like a groupie,” he said, gesturing to my outfit. 

“Hey, this is literally your shirt!” I said. He had given me his old high school jersey as a joke, but every game I had worn it to, they had won, and I wasn’t going to break tradition now. I had even finally remembered to take the couples bracelet off of my key ring and back onto my wrist where it belonged. The blue makeup and hair ribbons in our school colors might have been a little much, but it was nothing compared to the guys I saw pregaming in the parking lot who had painted their entire bodies blue. “I think I look like a supportive partner.” 

“And a cute one at that,” Joshua said, so serious that I almost didn’t think he was joking. He glanced at the timer again. “I need to go.” He paused for a moment longer in front of me, and I thought he was going to say something else, but he turned away, jogging across the field. 

“If you don’t score, I’m breaking up with you!” I shouted after him. Even halfway across the field I could hear his laugh. 

I settled into the front row of the stands, saving spots for the other members of the volleyball team who had promised they would come. The stands were pretty empty when warmups officially started, but at the 30 minute mark, they were buzzing with apprehension. With only five minutes left before the game, they were packed with people, mostly students, but a lot of parents, and even a few fans. Though our school wasn’t a commonly known name, their unprecedented two loss season and incredible stats from this year had gained a lot of attention. Joshua had told me that a couple of their players were in the process of being recruited for professional teams. 

My own heart was hammering in my chest with more nerves than when I had played in my own playoffs the night before. At least then I had been playing, and even if we’d lost, I would have been able to say that I had done my best on the court. All I could do now was hope for the best and believe. There was something incredibly maddening about having no control. 

We took the ball right at the start of the match, sending it back towards our defense first so that our players could move into better offensive positions. I watched Joshua as he moved across the field, moving back and forth across the midline until the team could get the ball farther down, pushing the other team’s defense back. Chan got a shot off but it was defended pretty easily. Neither team was going to give up without a fight. 

The first half went back and forth, each team getting close to scoring but never actually getting the ball in. Jihoon had to make more than one good saves, but so did the other goalie. The crowd practically cried when the first half ended just before Jun could get a good kick on the ball. 

The fifteen minute break between the halves went by quickly. I chatted with Momo, who had actually been watching for the first time since I’d started dragging her to these games. In no time they were back on the field. 

I could feel how desperate both teams were to score, feeling as though I was on the field with them as our team pushed forwards past their defense. Jun, the tallest of our forwards, pushed ahead with the ball. He was practically right in front of me, which was how I could see the moment the other team’s defender crossed the line. He was behind Jun, acting as though he wanted to get the ball, but I saw as he raised his foot and dug the metal cleat onto the back of Jun’s calf, sinking the metal in and dragging his foot down. 

Jun fell onto the turf immediately as Minghao practically tackled the other team’s defender to get him off Jun. Curse words were flying as the referees blew their whistles, desperately trying to stop it from turning into an all-out brawl. I found Joshua holding back Seungcheol with the help of Mingyu. He looked ready to commit a murder, and that’s when I realized I recognized the boy who had cleated Jun. 

He had been on our team until last year. 

The referees finally got the boys to calm down, sending them to their respective benches as the trainer was able to get Jun on his feet. Minghao and Chan helped him hobble to the table where she could actually treat his wound. 

The crowd was a mess. I was pretty sure that some of the tipsy students were trying to break out and start a fight with the other team’s crowd, while others were chanting that the kid should be expelled, while others were looking rather sick at the gore that was right in front of them. I felt helpless as I watched the boys glare across the field while the other team was clearly yelling at the boy. 

I breathed a sigh of relief when Jun was finally out of eyesight, hoping he could be treated without the prying eyes of the full stands and suffering even more trying to make sure he didn’t look like he was in too much pain. I didn’t know him very well, but he was nice, and he loved to play soccer. I wondered how deep the cleats had torn, and what his recovery would be like. 

An injury like that was chilling to watch, especially for an athlete. It was a reminder not to take what you have for granted. 

The referees announced the expulsion of the player quickly, giving Minghao a yellow card for “aggressive behavior.” As the boys stepped back onto the field, I could tell the atmosphere was different. I had been at the game where Chan got rocked by a defender and had to sit out because they were worried he might have a concussion. This was worse than that, the players on the field looking like sharks ready to pounce on the first source of blood. Even Joshua, my sweet, kind (fake) boyfriend who I had only ever seen angry once because his roommates locked him out, was glaring at the other team. 

If they had been desperate before, it was nothing compared to now. The second the referee blew the whistle, they were pushing down the field. I winced any time they came near the other team's defense, but no fouls were called. Within the first two minutes of the game starting again, the ball was being passed between Chan and Minghao, back and forth, dodging around a couple defenders, moving closer to the goal, then sent back to Joshua near the midline, who took it up the field on his own, pulling the defenders to him before shooting it back up to Chan, who was waiting by the corner of the six yard box, changing the trajectory of the kick so instead of sailing past him, it was going to the goal.

The other goalie made a dive for the ball.

He was too late. 

Cheers erupted on the field and in the stands, even Momo beside me shouting. Chan made it halfway across the field before his teammates lifted him off his feet. It took a couple minutes for them to settle down and reset, but the 1-0 on the screen was more comfort than I could imagine. 

They only grew more cocky as the game continued and the score didn’t change. With only ten minutes left, the other team was trying everything they could, but nothing got past Seungcheol and Mingyu’s infamous Great Wall defense, and the little that could was stopped by Jihoon. 

If they had calmed down about the incident, Jun hobbling back to the bench with five minutes left wound them right back up. All they had to do was hold the score, but I watched as Soonyoung pushed the ball downfield, passing it to Minghao. Our offense was definitely different without Jun, but they weren’t any less determined. 

The Minghao-Chan duo were back at it, passing the ball between each other and dancing around the defense. With three minutes and twelve seconds left in the game, Minghao took a shot. It was deflected by a defender, but when he tried to send it back downfield to his teammates, Seokmin was there, intercepting the ball and sending it right back to Minghao, who took another shot and this time there was no defender to stop him. 

I would have sworn that the screams could be heard all the way back to the other team’s home field as we cheered in the stands. A 2-0 lead with less than three minutes left in the game, all they had to do was hold on and they’d be the champions. It was so close I could already feel the win. 

The energy on the field was immeasurable as the defense somehow locked up even further, doing their best to prevent the ball from even crossing the midline. When the clock hit one minute remaining, the other team pulled their goalie onto the field, and they made some headway, pushing up to our goal with thirty seconds left. 

One kick from Seungkwan was all it took to send the ball soaring back down the pitch, their defense scrambling to get back in time. 

I grinned as we counted down the clock in the stands. 

“Ten!” 

To their credit, the other team didn’t give up, catching up to the ball and trying to get into an offensive position

“Nine!” 

Seungcheol and Mingyu refused to let a ball pass them. 

“Eight!” 

Joshua got the ball, taking it down field with him towards the other team’s goal.

“Seven!” 

He kicked it to Seokmin. 

“Six!” 

Seokmin took it even further.

“Five!” 

He passed it back to Joshua, who immediately sent it to Minghao.

“Four!” 

Minghao faked a shot, sending it instead to Seokmin.

“Three!” 

Seokmin sent it to Chan. 

“Two!” 

Chan swung his leg, sending the ball into the air.

“One!” 

The ball seemed to stop in midair, just for a second. We held our breath as the buzzer began to ring, the ball floating, floating, floating, hovering just over the hands of the goal, and flying into the back of the net. 

I couldn’t hear, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, doing my best to cheer with the crowd as the boys swarmed the field, hugging each other for a moment before going to their bench and lifting up Jun. I was pretty sure the trainer was having an aneurysm as they tossed him into the air, but they set him back down and even across the field through all the cheering, I could hear his laugh. 

It took a while for the stands to clear, and even longer for the boys to emerge from the changing rooms. I waited against the wall, still grinning. I couldn’t quite believe that we really both were going to nationals. It felt a little bit like fate, except, of course, we weren’t actually together. 

That was the problem, though. The lines had gotten blurred at some point, I couldn’t tell when, and I found myself forgetting that it was fake, forgetting why it was ever fake in the first place. 

When I saw Joshua, I stopped thinking. He was grinning, pulling me into a hug that lifted me off my feet as soon as he saw me. I held on as tightly as I could until he set me down. 

“Told you so,” I said. I felt as happy as I had last night, no, happier, because last night there was still a chance that he might not be able to feel the same way I did now. 

“We only could win because of you,” he said. “Is that what you wanted to hear?” 

“Only if it’s true.” I laced my fingers with his as he started walking to the parking lot. We trailed behind Seungcheol and Jeonghan and I was suddenly sad that he lived with his teammates. I wanted to cling to this night just a little bit longer. 

“Is Jun okay?” 

Joshua shrugged. “He’ll probably be out for the rest of the season, but the trainer said he should be okay. They’re taking him to the emergency room to make sure it didn’t tear any tendons or anything, but I think she said it didn’t go too deeply into his muscles. The idiot wanted to watch the end of the game before he left.” 

“The guy that cleated him... he used to play here, didn’t he?” Joshua didn’t answer for a long moment, glaring at the ground. 

“Yeah,” he finally said. “The official word is that he transferred after last season.” 

I wasn’t sure if I should press him for more, but curiosity got the better of me. “What really happened?” 

“He was kicked off,” Joshua said. He didn’t elaborate any further, and I realized it was definitely not my place to ask more. 

Joshua walked me to my car in silence. I wondered if he was upset that I asked about what happened. I leaned against the car door, not quite ready to say goodnight to him. 

“How does it feel to be regional champion?” I asked. “You’re going to nationals.” 

“I could ask you the same thing.” Joshua smiled at me, a genuine smile, no sign that we had been talking about anything upsetting. He leaned against the car beside me, though neither of us had anything to say. 

“Seungcheol is probably going to invite the team to celebrate tonight if you want to come,” Joshua said. 

I turned to meet his eyes in the streetlights, head brushing against his shoulder. The orange lights cast a strange haze over him, as if I was looking at him in a dream. 

“We have practice tomorrow morning.” I sighed. “Coach said nationals prep starts immediately.” 

Joshua didn’t say anything, but I think he knew what I didn’t say, just as I knew what he was thinking. 

I want to be with you. 

I want you to be with me.

He stayed a few moments longer, but eventually Jeonghan shouted that they were going to leave without him and he said a quick goodnight, kissing me on the forehead and sprinting to catch up with the car because Seungcheol had started to pull out of the lot. 

I felt strange driving home alone, like there was something I forgot to tell him. Coach wasn’t joking about nationals prep; when I got back, Momo told me that she sent an email saying that we needed to be at lifting at 6 and practice would start at 7. 

“Why so early?” I moaned into my pillow. 

“You know Coach, she’s probably going to make us go to study hall after,” she said from the doorway of my room. “You should go to sleep soon, it’s going to be a long day tomorrow.” 

I sat up, reminding myself that I loved volleyball. I took a quick shower, then crawled back into bed. I sent Joshua a quick text telling him to be safe and drink lots of water, then let myself drift off to sleep, hanging on to the memory of him spinning me in his arms. 

I woke up to a bright light. At first I thought it was morning, but when I opened my eyes, I realized it was my phone screen. I reached over to turn it off but when I picked it up I realized Joshua was calling me. 

“Yn!” He said, slurring just a little. “Hi!”

“Joshua? Are you okay?” I sat up, checking the time on my clock. It was only 11:30 pm. 

“I’ve never been better,” he said. “But we’re playing drink or dare and I don’t know how many drinks I’ve had so they made me do the dare.” 

“Drink or dare?”

“You drink or you do a dare.” 

“That makes sense,” I said, sitting up. I was still fighting sleep. “You were dared to call me?” 

“I was dared to call you to tell you to pick me up.” 

“Aren’t you at your apartment?” 

“Yeah, I was dared to call you to tell you to pick me up and take me back to your place.” 

“Oh,” I said. I was definitely awake now. 

“You don’t have to actually come,” he said. I could hear some groans in the background. “Though I think they might still make me drink.” 

“I’m on the way,” I said, getting out of bed and stretching. I hung up, trying not to think about how early I had to be up in the morning as I put on a sweatshirt and grabbed my keys. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing, but I could still hear Joshua’s voice when he thought I had hung up and whispered, “I love you.” 

He was drunk and probably didn’t even realize he said it. He probably wasn’t even saying it to me. So why did I want it to be true? 

The drive took eight minutes at this hour. I stepped out of the car and immediately regretted not bringing pants, shivering in the late October air while I waited for someone to let me into the apartment. 

Maybe I had hallucinated it; it wouldn’t have been the first time I’d sleepily imagined his voice, though never those words. I couldn’t forget that, real or exhaustion-induced hallucination. 

“Yn!” Jeonghan opened the door, dragging me in with an arm over my shoulder. I was surprised he didn’t smell like alcohol, until I remembered that Joshua said he didn’t drink very often. He pulled me through the entryway to where the entire soccer team was spread out, some of them on the couch, most sprawled on the floor. There were a few other people I recognized, friends of teammates, a couple people that I knew were dating players. 

Joshua was laying on the floor, looking like he definitely had too much to drink. Jeonghan finally let go of my arm as I crouched over him. He opened his eyes and smiled and my heart did a couple flips. 

“Hi,” he said. “I thought you weren’t coming.” 

“You called me, dummy,” I said, tugging on his sleeve to get him to sit up. He almost knocked me down by leaning on me to sit up, and I somehow ended up half in his lap. 

“I live here,” he said. 

“You do, but you called me to pick you up.” 

“That’s because we’re dating and I missed you.” 

“That’s very sweet, but if you weren’t actually serious about coming home with me then I need to go because I have practice in the morning.” 

He wrapped his arms around my waist, tucking his head into my shoulder. “Don’t go!” 

“Then come with me,” I said, very aware of how many people were watching us. Though everyone knew how long we had been together, and Joshua had even slept over on my couch a couple times before, it felt bold to be (metaphorically) standing in front of him asking him to come home with me, especially with the half drunk audience. 

“Joshua,” I tapped him on the shoulder because I wasn’t completely sure he wasn’t asleep. “Let’s go.” He loosened his arms enough so that I could stand, dragging him up with me. He latched on to my arm, surprisingly stable on his feet as we walked down the hall, sliding his shoes on and following me to the car. I was happy he clearly wasn’t going to notice how red my cheeks were as a couple of his teammates cheered and Seungcheol said, “be safe.” 

Joshua practically fell into the front seat of my car. For an athlete, he wasn’t particularly graceful. I couldn’t help but smile as he fumbled with the seat buckle. I watched him struggle for a couple moments before shaking my head, leaning over him and clicking it into place. I turned my head to the side just slightly and realized how close I was to Joshua’s face, our noses about to brush together. 

“You smell nice,” he said. I fought every urge not to glance at his lips because I was pretty sure if I did I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto them. I knew I should probably stand up and drive home, but I stayed for a few more seconds, holding my breath when he lifted his hand to my face, running his thumb over my cheekbone, fingers gently caressing my jaw. 

“You are the only one in my heart,” Joshua said. “Did you know that?” 

I froze, staring into his eyes which were fixed on me as if he really was in love. 

“We’re not going to break up because I didn’t score, right?” 

Despite the fact that he had just made my heart do an entire acrobatic routine, I couldn’t help but laugh lightly, leaning back and patting his shoulder. “No, we are not going to fake break up.” I stepped out of the car, watching him slowly fall asleep. 

I hadn’t misheard him earlier. He said ‘I love you.’ He told me how he felt in the most romantic way possible, albeit drunk, then proceeded to fall asleep. I couldn’t help but laugh, until I was hit by another realization. 

This wasn’t a new emotion for him. I remembered how easily we fit together, how he didn’t deny that he wanted to date but said fake dating me wasn’t going to hurt him, the bracelets, Seungcheol and Jeonghan telling me that it had been two years and begging me not to break his heart, how quickly he said yes that first day I asked him to be my fake boyfriend. I remembered spending our first semester together, closer to him than to anyone else I had met, up until I started dating Nam-Il. We weren’t as close after that, and I realized that he probably pulled away, not wanting to get hurt. 

I was an idiot.

An idiot for not ever realizing it, an idiot for not realizing how I felt. 

I stared at him, sitting in my car, smiling just a tiny bit in his sleep. I loved him. Everything was clear now, the racing in my heart when he did something as simple as smile at me, how holding his hand never failed to ground me in reality, how fake dating him for the past month and a half made me happier than two years with my ex. 

I loved him. 

I stood outside the door to my apartment, key in my hand. The plan was so much easier in my head at 5 am when he was snoring on my couch, when I was at lifting, when I was at practice, when I was sneaking out of study hall. Not when I was about to walk into my apartment with no idea if Joshua was still there, ready to confront the fact that 1. he was in love with me and 2. I was a little in love with him too. 

I took a deep breath, turning the key in the lock and stepping inside, setting my volleyball bag down in the entryway with my shoes. I couldn’t figure out how to breathe normally as I peeked over to the couch. 

He was still there, sitting up and frowning at me. He looked adorable. “Yn? Did I sleep here?” 

I laughed. “Yeah, I’m guessing you don’t remember much from last night, huh?” 

“We won,” he said with a smile. “And I remember Seungcheol tried to kill me with shots. After that it’s kind of hazy.” 

I sat next to him on the couch. Joshua had been my safe place for the past couple months, and I wasn’t sure how to act around him now. Logic said that what I was ready to tell him would be something he wanted to hear, something he’d been waiting to hear for a long time. Why was I still so nervous? 

“You don’t remember calling me?” 

He shook his head. “I remember… I don’t remember anything.” 

I was almost ready to chicken out, but Joshua met my eyes and smiled. There was nothing new about it, the same soft smile, eyes turned up into little moons. 

“You called at like 11:30 to have me pick you up,” I started. “And when I got to your apartment you were sleeping on the floor.” 

“Wait, why did I call you to pick me up if I was at my apartment?” Joshua looked so cute frowning. 

“You know, I don’t really get that either, but apparently you were playing a drinking game and I’m guessing it was supposed to be something like a booty call but considering you were sleeping on the floor when I got there I don’t think anyone really thought anything was going to happen. 

“After I finally got you up, which by the way you are way heavier than you look, we got into my car and I literally had to strap you in.” I paused, glancing at him. “You still don’t remember any of this?” 

He shook his head, but I could tell from his frown he wasn’t saying something. 

“Well, first you said I smelled nice, which I guess was a compliment because you smelled like tequila, but then you said something else.” 

His lips formed a little o. “It wasn’t a dream,” he breathed. I don’t know how he held my gaze as I watched him go through almost every emotion possible, shock, guilt, fear. 

“Yn,” he said slowly. “I don’t know how to say this, clearly, and last night was definitely not how I intended for you to find out how I feel. I understand if you are uncomfortable with our… relationship and I don’t want you to feel trapped by anything, I just-” 

“Joshua,” I said, placing my hand gently on his wrist. “Can you tell me again?” 

“I-” He frowned. “What?” 

“Can you say it not super drunk?” 

“Yn, I love you.” The words came quickly, like he’d been holding them back for a long time. “I’ve been in love with you for the past two years and I know it’s not fair because you only asked me to be your fake boyfriend, but being together, even though it wasn’t real, felt right and you deserve to know that someone loves you, that I love you.” He looked so earnest, so honest, hands curling into fists instead of picking up mine, never once turning away from my eyes. 

“I love you, too,” I said, voice barely stronger than a whisper. “Did you know that you’re a really good fake boyfriend? I meant what I said last time: you’d make a really good boyfriend to someone. I finally realized that I want that person to be me.” 

Joshua was frozen for a second. “You really mean it?” 

I laughed, nodding. “It’s not just because you are a good fake boyfriend. You are the first person that I think to call when something happens, whether it’s good or bad, the first person that I think about when I wake up and the person that I fall asleep dreaming about, and I know it’s pretty much the cheesiest thing I could say, but you are a dream I never want to wake up from, I want you, for real.” 

Joshua grinned and it was a smile I had never seen before, pure happiness that pulled me up with him. He finally reached out, hands sliding up my arms, brushing his fingers over my shoulders, then coming to cup my cheeks, leaning forwards and pressing his forehead against mine.  

“This isn’t a dream, right?” 

I shook my head. 

“Good, because I only want to kiss you if it’s real.” 

“Then kiss me,” I breathed, and he did. 

Like our first kiss, I forgot everything, how to think, how to breathe. I could only wrap my arms around his neck and try to pull myself a little closer to him, feeling every second of his patience of the two years crumbling away in the kiss. I felt his lips curl into a smile against mine as he pulled away, just a couple inches, to meet my eyes again, staring at me like he still couldn’t believe this was real. 

I pressed a quick kiss onto his smile, laughing at the slow reaction of his emotions, tucking my head to the crook of his neck where I already knew I fit perfectly. He wrapped his arms around me, not unlike how he tried to hold me the night before, except this time I had no intention of getting up. 

“You know this all went according to my plan,” he said. I could feel his voice vibrate in his chest. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“I was going to woo you with my incredible boyfriend skills and make you fall in love with me.” 

“You’re sort of arrogant, did you know that?” I arched my neck to see his face, tucking it back into place with a satisfied smile at his frown. “Did you have any intention of ever actually telling me how you felt in this glorious plan?” 

“Actually, I planned on doing it after nationals,” he said. “But I don’t think I could have waited that long. I almost told you last night right after the game. Do you know how absolutely adorable you looked?” He pulled me off his chest just so that he could kiss me again. “That was for last night.” He kissed me again. “For the night before that because you looked so happy after you won.” He kissed me again, this time lingering and I started to feel light headed because I was too happy. “That was just because I wanted to,” he said when I finally pulled away. My face was starting to hurt from smiling. He fiddled with the drawstrings of my hoodie. 

Are you hungry?” I asked. “We haven’t gone grocery shopping in like two weeks, so there kind of isn’t any food here but we could get breakfast if you wanted?” 

“That sounds nice,” he said, pretending to brush a strand of hair from my face but really just used it as an excuse to rest his fingers on my cheek, not unlike what he did the night before. 

“I should shower,” I said, but I didn’t move. 

He nodded. “You’re kind of stinky.” 

“Says the one that smells like tequila!” He laughed and kissed me one more time. 

“Did that taste like tequila?” 

“Hm… Maybe it was vodka,” I said, pushing out of his lap and shrieking with laughter when he chased me, catching me easily and wrapping his arms around me in another hug. 

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m really happy I can say it now.” 

“I love you, too,” I said. “Maybe not quite as much or for as long, but I do love you.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding on as tightly as I could. 

I wondered what it would have been like if he had told me how he felt before I started dating Nam-Il. Would we have dated all through college? Would we have been able to stay happy, keep each other happy? 

I didn’t believe in fate, but I think maybe me and Joshua were meant to be, not because of some unwritten destiny, but because we had gone through so much to be together. I laid my head over his heart and listened to its steady thumping. I closed my eyes, and decided that I would spend the rest of my life here, in the arms of the person that loved me the most, and the person that I loved the most.

#🌟 stars galaxy #seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt #svt reader #soccer boys! #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen fanfic #joshua hong #hong jisoo #joshua x reader #reader x joshua #hong jisoo x reader #reader x hong jisoo #seventeen joshua #svt joshua

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Wait I'm playing nightbringer and I am flooded by Solomon x reader ideas like, Solomon helping reader groom their horns, tail or wings or they trying to make up a story about how they met like

" why do you have to want a pact, I'm the demon"

" yes and I have 72 pacts. If you want we can say i fooled you or whatever"

" but i will seem dumb 😟"

Or them faking being newlyweds for free stuff from witches or other sorcerers

" ah, yes, this is my spouse, YN, yes, o married a demon because... They love longer than humans, yes, my very demonic spouse whom I love dearly" if Solomon wasn't known as a weirdo everyone would be able to notice he is lying

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me nightbringer

[nogenderbee]

TYSM<333 Ok- so like obey me boys(everyone but if you don't want to I'm thinking Levi, Satan, Solomon, Beel and Belphie) x reader who's a witch? Like practices divination, tarot, spells, maybe deity work? I'm a witch myself and I practice most of these things. (If u need any help can can totally help u with like practices, and other things witches practice)

Thank u<33

~Indigo🎠

Oh my yes! All Obey Me squad was a little too much so I picked your preferred team! To be honest I was interested in witchcraft some time ago but then gave up, although I still do tarot! So I hope I won't get much things wrong and that you enjoy <3

Levi, Satan, Beel, Belphie, Solomon with witch!reader

SPOILERS: for lessons 16 not sure if it's this lesson tho- for Belphie

⊱ oh? So you're a witch? Huh, maybe that's how he will get second elder give him his money back...

⊱ those are first thoughts Levi had when he discovered that you're a witch, second thoughts were like "alright, definitely not pissing them off and not going out of my room untill exchange program is over" do I really need to mention he HAD to get out at some point?

⊱ at first he's very distant from you, not only he's scared of socializing but he's also not good at it, so he doesn't want to accidentally piss you off and experience witch's wrath

⊱ although as the time pass and both of you warm up to each other, he starts seeing you as character from that one anime with way too long name where main character was a witch!

⊱ whenever you practice any witchcraft while he's around, he'll get excited saying how he saw the exact same or similiar enough spell in anime

"OMG!! You're just like the main character from [insert way too long anime name] while they were casting spell to kill the final boss blocking their way!"

⊱ he's too scared to help you with anything though... so I'm afraid you'd have to ask one of his other brothers

⊱ Satan definitely figured out by himself that you're a witch, be it because of reek of magic or maybe cards he saw peeking out of your bag

⊱ definitely knows some spells that you don't and uses it asking you for many favors which depend on your relationship

⊱ he'll either ask you to pull a prank on his eldest brother or something like that or will tease you asking for passionate kiss if you're together

⊱ if you ever want to practice something, he's always up for that since he knows a lot and he probably will be very helpful for you

⊱ but don't expect him to hold back any criticism, although he's not completely mean either, he'll just say his honest opinion and then tell you better way to do it

"You're really casting it like that? Sure it is good if you want to risk your life. Before you do all of that you should..."

⊱ definitely asks you for tarot reading before pulling a prank on Lucifer and depending on the result, he'll either do it himself or make someone else do it for him

⊱ don't worry tho, he won't use you, he might not be scared of you but he still doesn't want a witch to be mad at him

⊱ Beel is probably the only one who doesn't care if you're a witch or not

⊱ like... it's nice that you know magic so well and you're interested in it because he's really supportive of it but he doesn't see why he should see you in other way

⊱ as a demon, he met witches (maybe not much, but he did) and mostly didn't had anything against them

⊱ if you ask him tho, he'd gladly help you with whatever you might need, just expect he'll be snacking a bit while doing it

⊱ but if you specifically told him not to eat while helping you with anything you might've wanted, then he'll try his best to not do it but expect him to not last long

"YN... we have been doing it for a while now... can I just get myself one small snack?"

⊱ if it happens that he knows a spell or anything that you don't, then he'll even offer himself to help you with it

⊱ I LOVE BEEL, HE SO TEDDYBEAR

⊱ definitely gets you any resources you can't necessarily get yourself

⊱ Belphie knew you're not a normal human the first time you entered the attic

⊱ I mean... demons can tell if someone or something is magical or not, so it's not a surprise that he could tell that you have much to do with magic

⊱ and so when he finally discovered that you're a witch, he kind of started to consider if you're not gonna turn him into a frog after killing you like some witches would

⊱ but once your relationship gets better, he becomes really supportive of all of this

⊱ he knows a bit of spells so he'd be glad to help you with some if you'd ever need any help

⊱ he's probably also interested in tarot reading or divination, so you can give him reading for practice with sure that he won't make fun of you because he'll fall asleep faster

"Don't worry, everyone needs practice... I can asleep while you're doing the reading tho, right?"

⊱ to be honest, he's probably a little scared to fall asleep around you tho, especially first few days after killing you

⊱ likes to scare second elder with "be careful or they'll turn you into a frog!", his reactions are just always extremely funny

⊱ Solomon was already interested in getting to know you since the two of you were only humans on Devildom but when he discovered that you're also interested in magic, he become interested in you even more

⊱ he definitely would love to exchange spells, potion recipes and much more with you

⊱ everyone is afraid of you to be honest

⊱ like when you're together, there's high chance you'll end up experimenting with magic and all

⊱ you literally don't even know how many times the two of you failed at casting spell because of distraction that none of you expected (if you're experience tho, fault is probably at his side to be honest)

"Oh, another failed experiment... but I think we're getting closer and closer to discovering our first goal."

⊱ definitely keeps contact with you even after exchange program

⊱ so after your year ends, everyone is relieved because Devildom is not in danger anymore but now human realm is

⊱ you guys would be chaotic duo, I know it

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#obey me #obey me x reader #x reader #levi #leviathan #satan #beel #beelzebub #belphie #belphegor #solomon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #fluff #headcanons #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #leviathan x reader #levi x reader #satan x reader #beel x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphie x reader #belphegor x reader #solomon x reader

[moiravim]

Obsidian

Platonic!Sebastian x GN!yn, Platonic!Ominis x GN!yn

Summary: YN, Anne, Sebastian, and Ominis had been best friends since 1st year. When Anne gets cursed, Sebastian starts becoming dark and ,Ominis and YN, are responsible to make sure he doesn't take it too far.

Warnings: dark arts, curses, sad at times (happy ending).

You and Anne had been best friends since first year. You met Sebastian and Ominis soon after. Throughout your years at Hogwarts you and Anne had always been close. Sometimes even closer than Sebastian and Ominis.

Around second year you started hanging out with Ominis and Sebastian more. That's when the two pairs of friends formed the best group in existence.

When Anne had been cursed, Sebastian and Ominis had only gotten closer. They started to leave you out. So, you took any chance you could to go visit Anne. Even if it meant sneaking out of school.

Solomon had noticed how Anne had been the closest thing you had to a friend. Even though he was extremely protective over anne, he knew how much it meant to you to see her, so he let you come in as often as you'd want.

You noticed Sebastian had been acting strange but you didn't worry much, as he had Ominis. That was until Anne told you She received a letter from Ominis telling her that he's worried for Sebastian.

The letter had mentioned the Dark arts and it scared Anne terribly. "Please, please do whatever you can. I need to know he's safe" You nod in response.

You didn't know where to start, so you go to Ominis first. He explains that him and Sebastian had gotten through a fight because Sebastian had been interested in learning unforgivable curses.

You start to get closer to Ominis as the two of you try to help Sebastian come back to reality.

Tonight was the night when everything had gone hundreds of times worse. Sebastian had tricked the two of you into going with him to Salazar Slytherin's scriptorium.

Ominis was pissed the whole time so you tried to keep the mood lighter. "Sebastian how could you do this to us?!? You know we both had bad experiences with dark magic. We want nothing to do with it." Ominis snapped at him. It was true. Your parents had been killed by the avada kedavra curse.

Sebastian scoffed. "I'm just trying to save my sister. Do you guys not even care about her or something?"

"Ominis is right! I just want to go home, I don't wanna be here anymore... And you know full well I care about Anne. I just haven't forgotten my morals!"

You had obviously upset Sebastian. You'd never seen him this mad, even when he's arguing with Ominis.

As you go deeper into the strange rooms, you come to a door. You look to see the words crucio written, along with a skeleton.

Your hands start to shake in fear, scared of what comes next. "We're trapped! We're all gonna die-" You stress.

Without a thought, Sebastian turns around and uses the crucial curse on you. You scream and cry as you curling to a ball on the floor. You back yourself into the corner, still crying.

Ominis gasped, and ran to you while Sebastian walked into the room like it was nothing. Your body shook as you continued crying.

Ominis pulled you up, and wrapped his arms around your waist so he could help you walk into the room. He wanted to scream and yell at Sebastian but he wanted to make sure you were okay first.

He started walking with you to the exit when Sebastian asked him; "where are you guys going? I'm not done looking yet-" omnis yelled back in response; "I'm taking her to the nurse!"

Sebastian immediately protested. "You can't! They'll recognize it was the crusio curse!" Ominis ignored him and walked out with you.

You could barely stand, but omnis helped you get to the nurse. When you got there you immediately fell asleep.

While you were asleep, omnis went to Anne and told her everything that happened. She refused to welcome Sebastian back into her life. She convinced Solomon not to let Sebastian around her.

When you broke up you were able to walk again, so you went to the common room. You found ominis but found no sight of Sebastian. For a moment you thought maybe it was for the best.

You walked up the Ominis and asked him; "where is Sebastian?" Ominous responded quietly. "He just needs some time to think". Do nod, about to walk away.

"YN, wait-" He says as he hears you turn around. You turn back around the face him and look to see what he needs. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that. You can always talk to me." You say ,"ok", and walk out of the common room.

You're still very exhausted, but going to see Anne is your top priority. When you get there, she almost jumps up from her seat and speeds up to you. She hugs you tightly and says; "I was so worried! Ominis told me everything!".

You smile and hug her back. "It's okay" You speak quietly. You slept the night at her house. The two of you giggled, telling stories and drama to each other all night.

Throughout the week you continue to hang out both Anne and Ominis. You still haven't seen Sebastian and you're starting to worry. Ominis keeps brushing it off which worries you even more.

Eventually you find him in the undercroft. He looks as if he had been crying. You worry that maybe he's mad at you and will yell if you get too close so you keep a distance. "Sebastian... Are you alright...?" You speak quietly.

He shakes his head no as He bursts back into tears. "I'm sorry I'm sorry..." You hear him mumbling.

You look at him with a sad expression and Walk over to him. You set yourself down next to him and ask; "what's wrong?"

"Anne hates me. She said she'll never forgive me... My uncle won't even let me by her!" You look at him guilty. Was it your fault? You knew it wasn't. But it sure as hell felt like it.

"I never meant to go this far. Ominis told me that... If I was confident to use the crucio curse on you, then what stopping me from using killing curses. I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about it because it's true. I would use the curse. And I... I know how wrong it is. I don't know how to stop" he vents out to you.

You nod and look at him with sad eyes once more. "Everything will be okay. Anne still loves you. You're her brother. Of course she does. She'll forgive you as long as you get better. Me and Ominis can help you. I promise."

And that you did. Sebastian started to get better. He stopped using the curses and became more aware of how horrible they are.

After the new 5th year killed Rookwood, and slowly started to get better. Although the curse never really went away, She felt much better. As well as the rest of your friend group.

Solomon agreed to letting her go to Hogwarts for her 6th year. The friend group had been back together again. You never could have been happier.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #ominis x y/n #ominis imagine #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #platonic hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fluff #hogwarts legacy fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter fluff

[andyreigns]

HOCUS POCUS( Sebastian Sallow x Y/N) Canon changes

Masterlist

Next I will explain the characters and the changes with respect to the canon that will be in the fanfic. The existence of the YN family will change several things. You'll see.

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓼

ʀᴀɴʀᴏᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ

Ranrok will appear in the fanfic and although his motivation will be the same (get power to unleash a war between wizards and goblins) his story and Rockwood's will be different.

ꜱᴇʙᴀꜱᴛɪᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ

Sebastian's parents met YN's parents who, being archaeologists, know the dangers of gas lamps. So, when visiting Sebastian's parents, they warned them about the lamps they used. So the basement accident didn't happen and Sebastian's parents are still alive and working at Hogwarts. His mother is an Arithmacy teacher and his father is an Alchemy teacher. (It has nothing to do with it, but I would have liked these subjects to be in the game as well as Muggle Studies and Ancient Runes Study😊)

ᴀɴɴᴇ ꜱᴀʟʟᴏᴡ

With their parents not dying, Sebastian and Anne continue to live with their parents in another area of Feldcroft far from where Solomon lives. So they didn't run into the goblins and Anne wasn't cursed. She attends Hogwarts and together with Sebastian they are the best duo in the dueling club. She, Sebastian and Ominis are the most popular students in the school and many girls are constantly trying to have Anne's approval and admiration because well, you know (they want to get the brother. Don't worry, there will be no +18 things here, I said what of "get" so you know what I mean😅 )

ꜱᴇʙᴀꜱᴛɪᴀɴ

Since Anne is fine, Sebastian was not pushed into the dark arts. Also, having his parents alive and Anne well, Sebastian has had no difficulties in his life. He is still the charismatic, kind, and slightly self-centered guy from the game, but due to the events of the fanfic, he is also a bit manipulative with girls due to how popular he is and how he likes being a multi-girl guy. (Yes, he will be a badboy worthy of YN fanfics, but do you know who will be more badgirl? YN. So get ready 😎)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛꜱ

The Anglo-Hispanic family, the Bennetts have traveled the world since the Bennetts were married, Mr. Bennett met his wife on one of his archaeological trips. Mrs. Bennet (previously nicknamed "Castillo") is actually an anthropologist and since she married Mr. Bennett, she has been dedicated to accompanying him on all her adventures, having children along the way. They both taught their children their cultures but have also been influenced by all the countries where they have lived. To such an extent that each brother was born within the borders of a different country, so it could be considered that they have triple nationality (obviously that is not possible, for obvious reasons, they only have the nationality of their parents😅).

And not just being born, the brothers have attended different magic schools. And consequently, each brother graduated from a different school. The eldest brother graduated from Ilvermorny and the sister who followed him graduated from Durmstrang. Luckily, the Bennetts have decided to settle in London indefinitely in a headquarters for their research to have a place to keep everything they get and also, thanks to the fact that they are now recognized worldwide, people go to them and they do not have to be forced to beg for some exploration or excavation. So the remaining three siblings will all be able to graduate from Hogwarts.

(I am not going to say what exact nationality the mother is, only that she is Hispanic so that each one can choose the country they prefer. I will try to make the mentions of this as standard as possible so as not to point out any country😇)

ʏɴ ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ

The youngest of the Bennetts, YN has always been very overprotected. She was born in Japan and attended Ilvermorny in first, Durmstrang in second, Castelobruxo in third and Uagadou in fourth. YN has never felt like she fit in anywhere. Although, changing schools each year, her best friends are her brothers. Also, she has never had a fixed home so, outside of her family, she has never been close to anyone. All of her siblings, throughout her parents' adventures, have suffered accidents that have left permanent scars. Except her. The good thing about being the little one is that she has 5 brothers who have been overprotective of her all her life and she has never suffered a serious accident.

However, she feels bad about being the only one of her siblings without a mark. And, of course, her brothers were not going to let her self-injure, let alone leave a permanent mark. So, they reached an agreement. YN, with the approval of her parents and siblings, decided to mark her body with tattoos. But not just any tattoo. Her tattoos are magical and connected to the vitality of her family. The wings on her back are each one of her, one of her parents. In one of her arms she carries a dragon (her older brother) and a sword (her older sister). On the other arm she carries a tiger (Jennan) and a devil's nare (Mark).

Each tattoo represents what marked her brothers.

ᴊᴇɴɴᴀɴ ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ

The eldest of the siblings attending Hogwarts in seventh year and self-proclaimed leader since his sister graduated. Born in what is now Madagascar (in 1890 it was France), he was attacked by a tiger at age 10 during an investigation in India. Intelligent, chivalrous, full of ambition and craves power.

ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ

A Swiss-born sixth-year student was attacked by a devil's snare during one of the family's adventures in China. Ironically, when YN was not yet born, Mark wanted another brother. At first he did not accept that YN was a girl, but he soon proclaimed himself her protector as he was her closest brother. He is currently possibly the most possessive brother with YN. He is brave, impulsive and a little cheeky.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy

[suneeater]

submissive solomon

✎a/n: i wrote this in 15 minutes i hope its good. enjoy.

✰warnings: NSFW (MINORS DNI) -- reader is afab, but gender neutral

✉: I'm it's kinda out of character but can I req for a sub Solomon smut pls 👉👈

Solomon has never been the submissive type. He’s far more comfortable taking the lead and finds immense pleasure in being the one to make you squirm and cry, feeling satisfied that he can actively control you and your body. But he’s trained you to be far too needy for his cock, and he’s far too tired to please you in the way that you both deserve and desire

He throws his head back, mouth agape and releasing sweet, dark and low moans while you dig your nails into his shoulders and use his body to support your ministrations, bobbing up and down on his cock at an unsteady pace as you struggle to keep yourself upright in lieu of the way your pussy stretches wide around his long and thick cock, almost too long to comfortably work yourself on from this position.

Solomon’s hands wrap themselves around your waist, helping to guide you on him while his hips buck up into lazy and shallow thrusts, silent praises spilling from his mouth in the way of grunts and panting, his hot breath on your neck making you shiver and moan before he latches onto the sweet and tender skin of your nape, sloppy kisses trailing down to your collarbone interrupted by the occasional praise. Solomon, of course, tries to maintain his pride despite you having the reins tonight, but it’s nearly impossible to keep quiet when your tight and wet walls clench around him involuntarily. Weak, you let yourself drop around him, the tip of his dick bruising your cervix and leaving you whining relentlessly in his ear. 

While he is unwilling to give you full control, Solomon adores you, and with the way you use his body for your own good and chase your own high it’s a struggle to not cave in and give you everything you want. He decides to play along, just for this one instance, giving you a little taste of submissiveness in way of gentle whimpers in response to your movements. He kneads the soft and plush flesh of your thighs, keeping you steady best he can while you speed up with your remaining strength. 

He leans forward, feeling the way your back arches when he pants against you and letting himself go limp beneath you, leaving the rest up to you. “Please… ‘m so close for you…”. He’s practically breathing it into your ear, no stranger to the way your breath hitches and catches in your throat for a moment before you oblige and give him what he asks for, just as you always do for him. “Mmmhnm… you’re so tight… ah, I can’t take it… you’re so w-warm…”. Hiding his face against your shoulder, Solomon smirks, knowing how easy it is to push you over the edge, and that even in such a vulnerable state he has the upper hand. 

The praise and begs from Solomon are enough for you to finally reach your limit, gripping his cock like a vice as the waves of your orgasm take over your body, and the tightness of each convulsion causes Solomon to accidentally buck his hips from the pleasure and shoot ropes of white hot cum through you, spilling around around his base and leaving you soaking wet in your combined fluids as the remnants of your release leave you shaking. Still inside you, Solomon feels a sudden burst of energy take over and flips you around, taking back control in a more familiar way for round two, letting you this time rest.

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[warnersister]

By the Book of Leviticus

Alfie Solomons x Jewish!reader

->Alfie while his wife is practicing niddah

niddah - “Biblically based in the Torah, these laws, also referred to as niddah, have developed into an intricate and detailed set of laws that prevent a menstruating woman from having sexual relations with her husband both during her menstrual cycle and for a period of seven 'white days' following”

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You and Alfie slept in separate beds pushed together to make one. Alfie wasn’t fussed but it was as per your request, and he’d cut his own ear off and eat it if you merely asked. Two days before your monthly practise begins, you would push the two adjust slightly, so the two mattresses were no longer touching and hence; no longer any risk of succumbing to any late-night desperations that were so easily achievable.

Alfie strolled into the house with Cyril, hearing scuffling and scraping upstairs and quirking an eyebrow; eyes flicking over to the calendar and there it was: clearly marked in red pen ‘two days’, followed by five days scribbled out in the same red, then several crossed neatly with a pencil. Alfie hummed as his lips kissed his teeth with a tut. That’s why you’d been a bit agitated the past few days.

While practicing Jewish religions, Alfie was a lawless man who only used to turn to God at his darkest hour, breaking down to his Rabbi and shaking when that recent job was just that tad too delicate. Until he met you. Sincere, pure, religion. You were complete oxymorons of each other. Hot ice: shivering in the summer. You completely juxtaposed Alfie and it made him feel whole: holy, even. And it didn’t take long for your religious ways to start rubbing off on him. You weren’t completely blind sighted by the ways of God, but you were raised to practise in such ways and that was what you were going to do.

Alfie never argued when it came to judaism. You tell him what you’re up too, he steps back and lets you do what you need to do. When you’d first started seeing each other, he’d invited you back home after a lovely meal by the docks. You’d sheepishly agree and linked arms with the larger man, allowing yourself to take some of his weight to ease the ever growing pain of his sciatica.

When nearing his house he’d cheekily took his arm you were holding and wrapped it around your waist, leaning down to kiss you to which you instinctively lurched back in response. Alfie pulled away, hurt clearly evident in his eyes but you were quick to speak. “I practise being a niddah, Alf.” You say quickly and his eyes softened in understanding. “I’m sorry I should’ve told you sooner and god do I want to kiss you but I can’t, and” he stopped you by planting a kiss on the top of your head and smiling down to you. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, treacle. I understand. We’ll do everything or nothing when you’re ready.”

And after two years, a marriage certificate and abiding in the same home, he’d become accustomed to the monthly abstinence. Alfie let a tired Cyril march over to his bed and lazily plop down, eyes drooping as he silently moaned at Alfie for moving him. Alfie removed his coat, his shoes and his hat before moving up the stairs to you.

He leant against the doorframe as you’d victoriously placed the bed where it reiteratively sat every month, resting your hands on your hips to admire the handiwork you’d done without the assistance of your big strong Alfie who usually insisted on rolling up his sleeves and shifting it for you.

“See you don’t need me then, do ya treacle? Don’t need your old Alfie. Just an old bag in the wind, hmm?” He grunted, trying to seem unimpressed but couldn’t surprise the smile tugging at his lips when you pivoted to meet him, hurrying over and kissing him sweetly. “I’ll always need you, Alfie.” He smiled down at you. “Has it started yet?” He asked, head motioning over to your bed. You shook your head in response. “Not yet, tomorrow or the day after.” “Great” Alfie threw you over his shoulder and you yelped in surprise, carrying you over to the best and climbing on top of you. “Can have you one last time.” “What happened to the sciatica?” You teased, and he shook his head, already working on the zip of your skirt. “Hush now, darlin”

He loved making love to you before the practise of niddah, enough so you’d remember and carry a loving lisp until the day after it had finished so he was able to do it all over again. During niddah however, Alfie was completely respectful. Doing minimal, yet lovable touches reminding you he was still there. He’d make you breakfast and kiss the top of your head, hugging you close. He’d sit before bed and brush your hair gently. Regardless of his sciatica, he’d carry you through the threshold of the bedroom and to your own bed and tuck you in, telling you “a woman working as hard as yourself right now shouldn’t lift a finger.”

Sure, he’d get antsy at some point. But he’d never tell you that, instead humming a song to you and swaying you gently as he gritted his jaw and glare into the calendar, counting the days which seemed to prologue. But Alfie wouldn’t change it for the world.

And on that evening, when he’d walk back in with Cyril - cursing under his breath as a downpour had caught them by surprise half way. Mood dampened until he heard the all familiar screeching up stairs, beds reconnecting and he smiled, barely able to get his shoes and boots off and adrenaline easing the sciatic pain for a moment, half of his clothes off by the time he got up the stairs. Rushing into the bedroom, and pushing you gently but meaningfully onto the bed as you’d giggle as he’d devour you, a man starved.

Yeah, Alfie didn’t mind this life at all.

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[mlmxreader]

Death Do Us Part | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ "I just... I thought that you would always be mine" + "You will never not be a part of me"

[I don't have specifics but could you make this one angst? Heavy angst is totally fine btw] ❞

: ̗̀➛ The trenches are not somewhere that anyone wants to be, and what happens at night is worse than what happens during the day.

: ̗̀➛ graphic depictions of death & injury, swearing, eaten alive, rats, eye gore

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

The sounds coming from No Man's Land would forever echo against the tall wooden graves; burial sites of a land once flourishing and blooming with life, now scarred and wounded with such great cuts that could never heal.

Trees that were once beautiful dark greens in summer and would happily rest with nests on their powerful arms, were now barren and black and smelled of rot and decay. Nothing lived anymore.

Bushes did not grow fruit, spiders did not spin webs, birds did not sing. Nothing lived anymore. The sounds were made up of loud groaning mixed with screeching; sometimes the squeak of rats could be heard as they bit down on achy eyeballs and chewed through the soft, popping flesh.

Hoards of them would gather at night, feasting upon the soldiers who were injured and left on the battlefield; their deaths would be slow, eaten alive from the stomach and out of their backs and through their spines until their bodies gave up. It was a slow, terrible way to go.

Amongst the trenches, it wasn't much easier. Ticks and lice infested every man, regardless of if they were alice or dead, and food was constantly in short supply; the soldiers took to frying their parasites over small fires, and still found their stomachs gurgling and gargling.

Many of them were malnourished, their faces sunken, and their eyes slowly being sucked into their skulls. Disease was rife and rampant.

The mud and the dirt and the clay managed to sneak in through clothes and boots with ease, and if a man fell into the designated shit pits... he would have to stay in his dirty, disgusting uniform. Nobody was having a pleasant time.

Alfie sat by the edge of the trench the entire night, weeping with his face buried in his hands; the hot tears cascading through his fingertips as his body trembled and shook. It was the closest he could get, his fingers and knuckles stinging and raw and red.

His head was pounding, and the snot trickling down his face was sticking to his beard. He could still hear you struggling. The wet slap of the mud as you tried to drag yourself closer to the edge of the trench, leaving behind a slick and sticky trail as your lungs started to get smaller and smaller.

Alfie knew it was his own fault. He had tried too hard and too much to protect you, and he had killed you. He knew that his hands would forever be coated in blood, smeared all over his tattoos and stained on his pale palms for the whole world to see and then some.

He had tried to protect you. He had failed.

He could still picture it as he wept, rocking back and forth without even realising it.

You were wearing his gas mask, as yours had been damaged by enemy fire and there were no spares; he had pissed on a cloth and held it to his face in hopes that it would prevent the gas from getting to him. It didn't.

His eyes still burned, and he still let a string of greenish yellow foam spill from his throat as he tried to seek relief. You struggled to secure the gas mask, and he was too late to reach you; he watched with wide eyes when the bullet tore through your neck.

The sound of your gargling as you hit the ground and struggled, and although Alfie did his best to find his way to you, he was ripped away by the commanding officer; Jamie was the Colonel, and had wasted no time and grabbing Alfie by the shoulder and dragging him away from you.

And now Alfie was here; listening to you die slowly as he wept and wished that he had never tried to protect you.

Maybe if he hadn't tried, it would have saved you and maybe it would have allowed you to live another day. It was all his fault, and he knew it all too well. It was his fault.

He would have to tell his mother; she would be devastated to hear that he had killed his husband. She would hate him and scorn him for it, and he knew it. Everybody back home would detest him for it, and he couldn't even bring himself to try and absolve himself; he knew that they would be right.

He had killed you.

"Stay down, Solomons!" Jamie called when he noticed Alfie tear his hands away from his face and shakily grasp the ladder. "He's a dead man, now."

Alfie glared at him, clenching his jaw tightly. "So bloody what?"

"So," Jamie sighed as he took a few steps forward. Missing a hand, his blue eyes were full of sorrow as he swallowed thickly and shook his head. Golden hair cut short. "There's no use in trying to get him back. He's a dead man, Solomons. We don't fight for dead men."

Alfie shook his head. "That dead man saved your life. He saved mine! He was mine!"

"I know," Jamie whispered. "Just let him be, aye? He won't last til morning - rats are gonna get him."

"Just let me bring back his body," Alfie whispered. "Just his fuckin' body. Let me at least say goodbye to him, for fuck's sake."

Jamie checked his watch, then listened closely for a moment before nodding curtly. "Five minutes. If Jerry starts the blitz again, you get your arse back in this trench, aye?"

"Yes," Alfie agreed with gritted teeth before hoisting himself over the ladder and slamming into the mud and onto his stomach.

With a groan, he picked himself up, and collapsed by your side; on his back, he pulled your hand to his chest, flipping you over and pressing his temple to yours as he sniffled. You were weak, hardly responsive and only able to groan.

"I just... I thought you would always be mine until we died," Alfie grumbled. "I thought we'd grow old, together... it was always fuckin' meant to be us against all the other cunts in the world..."

Your breathing got shallower, and when he slipped his finger down to your wrist, he wept softly.

"Know I fuckin' loved you," he continued with a trembling voice, "know that you will never not be a part of me... I will never fuckin' let you go, alright? You're always gonna fuckin' be with me."

You spasmed, and he frowned as he turned onto his side and kissed your temple gently; his hot tears against your slowly cooling skin.

#mlem writes #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons x yn #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x y/n #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy x you #tom hardy x y/n #tom hardy x yn #tom hardy imagines #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fic #tom hardy #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder x reader #peaky blinder

[christinasyellowflowers]

The Deep End | Alfie Solomons

Alfie Solomons x Werewolf!F!reader

Summary: Y/N triggers the werewolf curse two nights before her and Alfie's wedding.

Warnings: Angst I suppose? Shitty writing perhaps?

Note:  English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

This is a somewhat TVD X Peaky Blinders since the species used in this fanfiction is from The Vampire Diaries/The Originals universe. For those who are unknown with the TV Shows I'll add the wiki link so you don't get confused, and here's a bit of info however:

"Lycanthropy is an inherited genetic condition due to a curse, and a person can only be a werewolf if they are born to at least one werewolf parent; they cannot be turned by a bite or scratch. Furthermore, the werewolf gene must be "triggered" by taking the life of a human, either intentionally or by accident, in order to gain access to their enhanced physical abilities, though this comes at the cost of transforming into a wolf during every full moon. It does not matter if the kill was accidental or intentional, premeditated or out of self-defense — if a werewolf causes the death of a human in any way, their werewolf gene will be activated."

More info here

This is my entry to @retromafia's Supernatural Celebration

Special thanks to @solomons-finest-rum for beta reading!!

Do not repost please!

Feedback is appreciated!

It was a cold night, and there were countless fireflies dancing around the meadow. Lily could admire the glowing angels from her kitchen window, where she prepared dinner for herself and her pack. It was quiet inside her cozy cabin, since her company hadn’t arrived yet, and the only sound that echoed in the room was the kettle boiling. For that reason, the young woman almost dropped the wooden spoon, startled by the sudden and consistent pounding on the door.

“Alright! Alright!” she exclaimed, annoyed, taking hurried steps towards the front porch. “What the bloody f-”

She stopped herself mid-sentence at the sight before her.

“Y/N?”

There stood her childhood friend, clothes and strands of hair covered in dirt. Her eyes were glassy and red from the diamond tears, as her trembling hands squeezed the ends of her ripped coat.

“Lily, I killed someone.” she declared in a faint voice.. “I triggered the curse. I’m a werewolf.” she sobbed, before bursting into tears.

“It’s alright, Y/n. It’s alright.” Lily said smoothly, patting her arm before leading her inside. “It’s going to be alright. You’re not alone.”

“I always dreaded this day would come. I was always so careful.” she whiled, as more tears kept streaming. “I don’t want to live like this, Lily. I don’t want to be a werewolf.”

“I know, love. I know. But it’s done now, and it cannot be undone.” Lily offered her a handkerchief. “The sooner you accept what you are and what you are capable of, the better it will be.”

Y/N remained silent, knowing that her friend was right. It would be useless and immature to protest. She’d have to learn to go through life with the constant fear that she might hurt the people she cared about, and that thought alone tormented her already. She thought of Alfie, standing under the chuppah, waiting for her to walk down the aisle.

Would she though?

This was not supposed to happen. Not a few days before her wedding, and certainly not ever. However it did. And there was not enough time to decide whether or not she should tell him the truth.

“Do you remember my uncle’s lake house in the countryside? The one we spend a few summers with as children?” Y/N nodded in response and Lily continued. “Me and the pack travel there during the full moon. We chain ourselves up in the cellar during the transformation. You’ll come with us and I will guide you through it and all. We leave tomorrow at dusk.”

“Tomorrow?” she asked, stunned. “ Lily, the wedding is in two days!”

“So, is the full moon, Y/n.” she reminded her apologetically. “What are you going to tell Alfie?”

“I don’t know.”

“Perhaps, you should postpone the ceremony.” Lilly suggested.

“I’ll need a very serious justification to cancel a wedding we’ve been planning for nearly a year.”

“Or you could simply tell the truth, Y/n.” Lily said. “He has a right to know with whom he’ll spend the rest of his life with.”

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Y/N arrived at the distillery rather early the following morning. After leaving Lily’s cabin the previous night, she spent the entire night considering her options about her situation. Calling off the wedding could result in losing the love of her life forever. And who’s to say that revealing the bitter truth would not bring the same outcome.

“Don’t you know it's bad luck to see the groom before the wedding, doll?”

She was nearly outside Alfie’s office when his deep voice, coming from behind her, ceased her footing. His luscious smile faded straight away, once she spun around to face him. Despite the amount of make-up applied on her porcelain like face, her tired, gloomy eyes betrayed the lack of sleep.

"You changed your mind didn't you?" His eyes darkened and she couldn't bear to look at him. "That's it innit? Afraid I’ll make you sad with the life I’m leading eh? Perhaps you’re right, I don’t thi-”

His rumbling was interrupted when Y/N’s body merged with his.

“I missed you.” she mumbled, resting her chin on his shoulder. “And… Well, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it, little kitten?” he asked, concerned, pulling back.

I’m a bloody werewolf

“I want to change the time of the ceremony.” she gulped. “I’d like it to happen a little earlier.”

“I don’t know if that’ll be possib-”

“You are a bloody gangster, Alfie! Of course it’s possible!” she snapped, cutting him off. “You boast about it all the damn time.”

“Am not!”

“Yes, you are!” she argued.

“May I ask why the sudden need to change the time?” Alfie arched a brow, changing the subject.

“I can’t say.” she sighed, looking away. “Not yet. Will you please do it?”

“Of course I’ll do it, love.” he pecked her lips, earning a grin from her. “I’m a fucking gangster, now ain’t I?”

___

The ceremony as well as the reception was over before sundown just like Y/N pleased, even though Alfie couldn’t understand the reason behind this abrupt change. Nonetheless, he’d chosen not to question it. His main goal was to please his beloved Y/N, and as of today, Mrs Solomons.

“Alfie, excuse me.” Ollie approached his boss whilst he exchanged goodbyes with the last of the guests.

In a few hours the sun would kiss the sky goodnight, as the harvest moon would arise. Y/N was nowhere to be seen for a while and Aflie, worried about her absence, sent Ollie to search for her around the premises.

“Did you find her?” Alfie questioned impatiently, and Ollie nodded in response.

“She told me to give you these.” Ollie handed him a handgun and a note. “She’ll be waiting for you at the distillery’s basement.”

Alfie had a troubled look on his face while he read the note, and when he looked up at Ollie again he noticed that his expression didn’t differ from his.

“Go, I’ll manage here.” Ollie assured him.

Alfie patted his arm in appreciation before taking off.

Y/N was halfway through chaining herself up in the far end of the dark bunker, which looked more like a dungeon than an actual basement, when she heard her husband from the upper floor. She was pretty sure unpleasant things happened here in the past, to unpleasant people no doubt. It would explain the cage like door in the middle of the room.

“This better hold.” she said at loud, intertwining the last of the chains with the iron bars.

“It depends on what you're trying to do, love.” Alfie appeared from the entrance. Although the tone of his was taunting, his frowned eyebrows showed the anxiousness he felt.

“I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“I’m quite sure that’s my job, little kitten.”

“Not tonight, no.” she professed, before motioning to the table near him. “Take these bottles, please. They contain aconite, as do the bullets in the gun Ollie gave you. You’ll need them to protect yourself.” she explained, watching his face drowning in confusion with her every word.

“Protect me from...what?” he asked, perplexed.

“From me.” Y/N started with a sad smile. “When the full moon rises tonight, I’ll be turning into a werewolf.”

Alfie released a delightful chuckle, expecting her to join in, thinking it was some kind of wedding night game that would soon escalate and they’d jump into the kinky stuff that his woman liked. Her face remained serious, however, and a long pause occurred while he stared at her skeptically.

“It’s a shame, you know.” she spoke up again, chains clicking against the cement ground while her fingers wandered through the delicate fabric of her wedding gown. “This dress will be ripped to shreds, and sadly not by your massive hands, my darling.”

“The fuck are you on about?” his voice was low, still perplexed.

“Two nights ago I snuck out of the house after midnight. I wanted to see you so bad.” she paused, sniffing lightly as the tears began to slide downwards. “On my way here I was attacked, and I triggered the werewolf curse. I didn’t mean to kill that man, I was trying to defend myself. I’d never- uh” an agonizing scream echoed through the room, as the first waves of pain pierced through her.

Alfie watched immediately by her side as she kneeled from the anguish.

“It…it’s s-starting.” she groaned through gritted teeth. Alfie watched in horror the bones in her upper arm and shoulder curve in an unnatural way.

“Fuckin’ hell.” he whispered, and withdrew himself from her slightly, watching as her dress tore apart from the back whilst her spinal cord began to twist.

“Alfie you… You should leave.” she panted, staring up at him through her glassy eyes. “I can tell you s-saw enough already.”

“Like hell I’m leavin’ you alone, love.” he shook his head, reapproaching her hurting form.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” she said faintly, while he took her in his arms.

“You won’t.” he reassured her.

The next five hours were intense for both of them, as Y/N kept screaming in excruciating agony, and with Alfie trying to sooth her in any way he could, while he had to swallow everything in. By the time his newly bride had lost control, thankfully still held back by the enormous chains, Alfie had to retreat upstairs at the distillery, after he washed her wolf form with wolf’s bane in order to avoid being bitten.

He barricaded the basement door, as well as every other entrance in and out of the bakery. Afterwards we locked himself inside his office as a reciprocation, a part of him telling him what a coward he was for not returning downward, while the other reminded him that Y/N wouldn’t forgive herself if something happened to him.

“My God.” he trailed off when he re-entered the basement at the first gleam of light the next day.

Furniture and objects were wrecked all around, and claw marks covered the concrete floor and walls. Y/N body laid unconscious at the far corner, chains still intact, bare of any garments and back in her human form.

Alfie unbuttoned his suit jacket, vest, and white dress shirt in a haste. She stirred, regaining consciousness, while her husband clothed her with his shirt and jacket.

“Alfie, you’re still here.” she murmured in his chest.

“It’s my bakery, innit?” he pointed out, lifting her in his arms. “Let’s get you home before those lousy workers arrive.”

“You’re taking me home after all this?” she uttered in surprise.

“Can’t have my woman wondering about Camden dirty and naked, can I?”

She did not respond, but simply gazed at him. It was a lot to take in for either of them. Yet despite the events of the previous night, it seemed that the feelings of affection were still mutual.

“It’ll take something more, than claws and a pair of golden eyes to make me stop loving you, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Alfie declared, when she remained quiet. Although still shaken up by this whole situation, he was determined that the quicker he accepted things as they were, the better.

“Furthermore, Mrs Solomons you owe me a honeymoon night, right.” he smirked down at her. “And you’ll be screaming in pleasure this time, little wolf.”

~~

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Warm Welcome

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x reader

Requested by: @epaige0914

Summary: Alfie’s been out of Camden Town with work for far too long.

Warnings: reunited sex, soft smut, tiny hint of possessive Alfie

Gif creds to owner

Cyril’s booming bark roused you from your sleep, making you jolt upright and immediately start blearily scrambling for the revolver you kept in your bedside drawer for when you were home alone.

“Shhhh, you daft dog, you’ll wake up YN,” Alfie’s low voice carried up the rickety stairs, and despite his scolding of the bullmastiff, you knew for a fact he was scratching the dog behind his ears and letting him trot back off to his basket.

Flopping back onto the mattress, you could barely suppress a sleepy grin, giddy at the knowledge that your husband was back after gallivanting around Birmingham for two weeks. As his footsteps fell unevenly up the stairs, each thud hitting a creak in the floorboard, your excitement grew, bubbling up in your chest- and in the pit of your belly too.

The doorknob twisted as Alfie pushed into the room, and a small ‘oompf!’ Left his mouth as you careened into him, wrapping your arms around his broad chest, pressing your lips to his and knocking his wide brimmed hat off his head.

“Well, hello,” Alfie smirked as you pulled away.

“Missed you,” you murmured, your hands cupping his face, fingertips twirling in the sides of his beard. “Didn’t think you’d be back until Monday,”

“I’m here, pet… don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he said gently, kissing your forehead, before closing his lips over yours again, kissing you softly, groaning lowly when you ran your tongue over his lips, one hand cupping the back of his head. “Missed me, eh?” He murmured into your mouth, his voice a low rumble.

“You’ve been gone a fortnight nearly,” you whispered, voice hoarse as you felt his hands squeeze your hips.

“I know, darlin’” he said softly. “I’m back now, though, yeah?”

“Yeah…” you said softly, your body flush against his as you melted into his strong chest, his thick arms holding you tightly, flooding you with a sense of safety. “Alfie, please… need you,”

He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “Need me? Darlin’ you should’ve said… can’t have my missus feeling neglected now, can I?” He teased.

“Absolutely not,” you said, giving him a playful nudge as you tugged him over to the bed. He grinned, letting you push his overcoat and waistcoat off, before helping you with the buttons of his loose white shirt. As the final garment covering his chest fell to the ground you took a moment to admire his chest, the slope of his shoulders, the slight softness of his belly, the hair on his chest…

Taking advantage of your distraction, Alfie grasped the hem of your nightie, tugging it over your head and tossing it to the ground, leaving you bare before him. With a smirk, Alfie knocked your thighs apart, noting the glistening wetness smeared at the insides of your thighs. “Almost as though you’ve been waiting for me, love,” he grinned.

“Alfie please,” you whispered. “Don’t tease me, Alf, need you,” you moaned. You grasped his hand, pulling it to your wet centre. “Need you here,” you said, your blown pupils burning into his as he rubbed his ring-clad fingers over your cunt, the coolness and bumpiness of the metal making your eyelids flutter.

“Alright, love,” he said, swallowing thickly. “Lie back on the bed, yeah? I’ll sort you out, darlin’ I promise,”

Instantly, you scrambled to lay with your head on the pillows, legs spread as you watched Alfie kick off his trousers and boxers. As he kneeled between your thighs, thick cock in his fist, he lined up with your entrance, groaning lowly as your wetness soaked the tip of his cock. With a final whimpered ‘please,’ he pushed into your heat, the two of you groaning at the tight stretch of your cunt. After giving you a moment to adjust, he began rocking his hips. Unlike your usual fucking, this was much gentler, but no less pleasurable, the drag of his cock against your inner walls making your eyes roll with every measured thrust, the roll of his hips grinding his pubic bone against your swollen, neglected clit, making you whimper into the night, your sweet sounds mingling with his strained groans as he resisted the urge of fucking you through the mattress.

“I’ll f-fucking kill Tommy Shelby,” you moaned. “Keeping you away from me for too long,”

Alfie smirked, his eyes darkening slightly. “I know you will, darlin. But I don’t wanna hear that fucker’s name- or any other man’s name but mine for that matter- on your lips while I’m fucking you, yeah? Fucking mine.”

“Yours, Alfie! Please!” You cried, feeling your peak draw nearer and nearer from his possessive words, his measured thrusts, the fact that you had been apart for so long…

“Say it,” Alfie moaned, and from the wrinkle in his brow, you knew he wouldn’t last much longer either. “Say whose you are,”

“I’m yours, Alfie! All yours!” You moaned, and the clenching of your cunt launched Alfie over the edge, his thrusts stuttering as he filled you, pressing his thumb to your clit and rubbing the swollen nub. He had barely growled the command ‘come’ before you were quaking with your own release, back arching, tits pressed into his chest, and you were both sure you could feel the thudding of the other’s heart.

As Alfie pulled out of you, you whimpered, trying to cling into him. “Shh, pet, ‘m right here, yeah? Not going anywhere,” he murmured, laying beside you and tugging you into his chest, rubbing your back.

“Good,” you whispered. “Missed you so much, Alf,”

“I could tell,” he teased, smirking as you squirmed. “Go on, you go back to sleep, love. I’ll still be here when you wake. Promise,”

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