#the last days of edgar harding

[willowsfanarts]

survived deep darkness - latest Artwork

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[solitaryearthperson]

Infatuation

Summary: What is it about you that has Homelander so infatuated?

(The reader is gender neutral. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

Why you?

That was the million dollar question that kept going through Homelander's mind. There was nothing truly special about you. You were nothing like him and his teammates. You were - he couldn't help how hard his face cringed at the reminder - human. No Compound V or Temp V. Only regular red human blood coursing through your veins with no harmful or life-changing chemicals. Just human. Sure you were good-looking. Sure you were smart, and polite, but so were many of the other dumb, cocksucking fans he had to smile for and pretend to give a fuck about. So what made you different from them?

When did this even begin?

He couldn't really pinpoint the exact date that your beauty, poise, and civility had caught his attention. He thinks maybe a month or two ago. He could distinctly remember how pissed off he was at Ashley, not because she had did anything herself, but because she was the one delivering the bad news to him, and how that was the first day, you had spoke to him.

"What," he asked, his voice low and strict, while dripping with disbelief at what Ashley had said. He tried his hardest to keep facing the large windows of the Seven's meeting room, and keep a cool composure, his arms crossed behind his back.

"Um-um," she repeated, her mouth opening and closing, almost resembling a fish. Her green eyes widened in fear at what the Supe in front of her may do.

"Ashley," he said, his irritation at her hesitance to speak was making him even more angrier by the second. "Say that again."

"Well, I-you,...uh," she gulped and tried to speak again, her words coming out easier this time. "Your points has gone down significantly, by at least 60."

Hearing it repeated made his crystal blue eyes become engulfed in ruby red and he kept his gaze towards the windows, already sick of hearing and smelling the rank fear that was emanating from Ashley, and not wanting to make the smell worse. "How the fuck are my points down that much?"

The calmness of his voice made Ashley want to hurry and leave the room, but instead she nervously gulped down some of her fear again, and spoke, "People have not truly forgiven the Stormfront situation and the civilians that you accidentally lazered in half on the last mission made it worst. Their families and friends are all in mourning and sharing their grief online."

"Oh come on," he yelled, finally turning away from the window and seating himself in his usual seat at the large table, his face frowning in irritation. "Both of those things were fucking accidents! Stormfront is dead and those people have been dead for, what, weeks now. Almost a fucking month!"

Ignoring the harshness of his raised voice, Ashley continued, "Vought thought it could really help if you made an apology video or interview to get people back in your favor-"

"Abso-fucking-lutely not," he said, his tone stern and leaving no room for argument. "It was a fucking accident and they need to get over it already." The rage inside him was rising higher and higher and he knew that more redness was coming to his eyes the more he listened to Ashley and the bullshit that she was spouting. He was sick of having to apologize for who he is and how powerful he is.

"Mr. Edgar thinks that-"

At the very mention of his name, Homelander's fist quickly connected with the surface of the table, leaving a large crack in the glass. The sound of his fist hitting it made Ashley quickly quiet and she instantly took a deep breath in, waiting for his next words.

"Get the fuck out," he told her, closing his eyes, and laying his head back against the chair.

"Yes sir," Ashley quickly replied, rushing out.

At the time, she had quickly forgotten that you were with her, and had left you alone with the most dangerous Supe of them all.

"Mr. Homelander, sir," your voice, while small, had still interrupted the quietness that had taken over the room and was beginning to calm Homelander, and he quickly opened his eyes and looked to you, his red gaze freezing you in place.

"Who the fuck are you," he asked.

"I'm (Y/N)," you replied, nervously holding your folders and documents close to your chest. "I'm Ashley's assistant."

"And...?" Every part of his body language screamed that he was ready to murder anything right now.

"I was just gonna say that I'm sorry that you're under so much pressure," you told him, your voice still meek, but a little more confident as you see that you have kept his attention. "I'm pretty sure for a person like you, it can be hard to be like others and make mistakes."

"Exactly! Fuck! Thank you!" he suddenly exclaimed, making you slightly jump, but you quickly hid it, and returned the wide smile he threw to you, happy to see the redness from his eyes finally cool down to blue again. "No one gets how hard it is to be me. No one is ever truly grateful for what I do. Right?"

You silently nodded your head, happy to see the Supe no longer angry.

"I have to pretend to like and listen to these fucking idiots and apologize to them for helping them!" He let out an incredulous laugh at the thought of apologizing to the public again.

An idea came to you when he said that, and you quickly voiced it, "Maybe you can get their favor again without having to apologize for it."

He quickly furrowed his brows at your idea and quickly gestured for you to continue.

"Plenty of celebrities make apology videos and people always know that it's fake. Maybe you should donate money to the families of the victims instead. You won't have to make some embarrassing video or do an interview."

"A donation?"

"Yeah. Fans love when famous people donate something of theirs. Money, clothes, cars. You win the favor of fans you lost, and more."

He was silent for a second, his face full of contemplation and for a second you were scared that you had gone too far, proposing an idea like this. He might see it as an insult that an assistant was giving him advice on how to get fans. You had sworn your heart was about to beat out of your chest by his silence, but a suddenly growing smile on his face quickly calmed it.

"That is perfect! No having to grovel to those idiots."

"Would you like me to get Ashley to help set everything up?"

"Yeah! Do that! Now!"

You made your way to the door and was about to leave the room, when suddenly his voice made you stop. "Hey! What's your name, again?"

"Um, it's (Y/N)," you told him.

"(Y/N)," he repeated, liking the way it sounded on his tongue. "Thanks."

You quickly left the room after that and went to get Ashley to tell her about the idea, and you didn't know it, too naive to realize it, but Homelander had already began making a plan in his head to see you again.

That was it. That was what caught Homelander's attention. Unlike other regular people, and even other Supes, you were the one who understood the pressure he was under, who understood how great he was, how better he was. Soon after that he began making an effort to talk to you. After Ashley would report things to him, he made sure to pull you aside and make conversation, and he surprisingly found it addictive to hear your voice, whether you were talking about your day, your favorite meals, current shows you were watching, he needed to hear your voice. Every now and then, he could hear the tremble in your voice as you spoke to him, fear still running through you at the fact that you were speaking to him of all people. That tremble did things to him. He disliked hearing it as he wanted you to be comfortable around him and trust him, but at the same time, he loved hearing it, reminding himself of the immense power he had over others even when he doesn't do anything.

It wasn't long before he used this power to find your address. He found himself relieved that you lived in a pretty safe neighborhood, not wanting anything to happen to his favorite person. HIS? Yes, HIS. Just the thought of you accepting his affections, a life of being with him, of coming home to finding you ready to hear about his day and please him was already making him loose his already deranged mind, but he knew that you needed time. You needed to still be fearful of him, but at the same time, realize that he would be the best partner for you. And now as he looked at your sleeping form, he listened to the soothing beat of your heart, wishing he could lay his head upon your chest and take a deep slumber with you. Wishing he could wake up next to you, and make love to you first thing in the morning. Make love to you at Vought. Make love to you when he comes home from work. Make love to you before going to sleep. But he knew he needed to wait just a little bit longer. Not too long or else, some dumb imbecile will think they have a chance with you and he'll have to take care of them. But soon you would realize you belonged with him and no one else.

#the boys #the boys tv #the boys x reader #the boys imagine #the homelander #homelander #the homelander x reader #homelander x reader #homelander imagine #homelander x black!reader #homelander x y/n #homelander x you #homelander x poc!reader #homelander x woc!reader

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

If you combine the RDR2 epilogue with RDR1, while the series is still about John Marston’s redemption, the epilogue expands the scope by asking the question, “Can John put away his guns for good?”

Because the RDR2 epilogue was all about how John just couldn’t get away from gunfights. Although you can argue that he was pushed into those fights with the Laramies, you can also see Abigail’s perspective in that the fights were putting their family at risk. So, when Abigail leaves, John is forced to really consider if he can put the guns away for good. If he can actually pull off being a rancher. To his credit, he does try.

He gets the bank loan, he builds the house with Uncle and Charles, and he learns how to properly manage the property. Because of his efforts, Abigail and Jack come back. But even so, John just can’t put the guns away because he’s driven by revenge against Micah Bell. Although he gets his payback, he’s punished for it by Edgar Ross tracking him down. Ironically, karma bit both Micah and John here.

So, RDR1 continues the question of whether John can put the guns away for good. It’s here where he’s almost reached that point. But now, he’s being tested on whether he’ll be tempted back into a life of an outlaw, back into a life involving violence and danger. Despite everything that’s thrown his way, John continues his path of redemption/putting his guns away for good:

1) He’s put into the role of a lawman and is pitted against Bill’s gang, essentially forcing him to be on the other side of the outlaws’ violence against others. It’s through this that John swears off from the outlaw life for good, especially when he sees just how awful Bonnie MacFarlane and her family were treated.

2) Javier tries to use nostalgia of the “good ole days” to win John over. It doesn’t work since John doesn’t want the good ole days, especially since he has a bright future with Abigail and Jack. The Mexico arc was, in general, about torn loyalties. John was playing both sides of the war and Javier tried to sway John based on their past friendship. Despite this, John stays true to his convictions. He doesn’t want the life of an outlaw anymore, nor does he want to keep shooting people anymore (he even says he’s getting tired of pulling the trigger!), so he rejects the nostalgia of the old gang.

3) Dutch challenged John over his desire to change. Dutch believed change was impossible and that John would “always” be a gunslinger. He can’t be a rancher, it’s just not what nature intended. John, once again, sticks to his convictions. In fact, despite all of his anger towards Dutch, he refused to shoot him. John can shoot Bill and Javier, but it’s Dutch who he refuses to shoot. When I first played this, I thought it was his fondness over Dutch as his former leader. Now, I’m wondering if it’s also John trying to prove his point. That he CAN change, that he CAN put the guns away. So he does, even when he had Dutch cornered.

Then came the final challenge. Jack Marston brings up the topic of “the day John Marston stopped shooting”. What will it take? John finally does, but in more than one way. Obviously, he puts the guns away since he dies. But John could’ve easily escaped. We’ve done it as the player multiple times. But if he did, it would be a return to a life on the run, a life where Abigail and Jack would always be in danger. The same life that made Abigail take Jack and leave John in the RDR2 epilogue. Everything he’s worked for, all the progress he made in changing his life would be ruined.

So, John makes the hard choice. He sacrifices himself to ensure his family would be safe. He refuses to return to the outlaw life, to a life where he has to shoot at people, even if it means his death. And what is the last thing John does?

He throws away his gun.

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[hom3landr]

Madeleines

18+

After a hard day, Homelander enjoys his favorite baker's voice in his ear a little too much.

CW: Brief descriptions of gore

Homelander is seething as he leans against the alley wall. The heady scent of iron hangs thick in the air and gore from some unlucky pickpocket drips from his glove onto the dirty ground. The gruesome red mass of blood and bone that was once a human is still steaming in the cold night air. He pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a growl of irritation. His fingers leave a sticky crimson smear across his skin. Usually taking out his frustration on some random criminal helps ease some of the tension in his shoulders but he feels no better than he did before he put his fist through the man’s spine.

How dare Edgar? How dare he?

He stomps on the mutilated remains next to him for good measure, imagining it to simultaneously be every person who is dedicated to keeping him down. Starting with that uppity bitch Edgar appointed to the Seven without his permission. Who did she think she was? The way she stuck that camera in his face like he was some kind of zoo animal and smugly hid behind the protection of the faceless nobodies commenting on the screen like a bunch of shit flinging monkeys had his teeth grinding. 

He thought he’d straightened things out with Ashley after his little demonstration with Blindspot but apparently the universe seems intent on mocking him. He curses himself for draining the last bottle of milk earlier. He should have saved it. He couldn’t help himself and on top of everything else shitty about the day, he now has one less piece of her around. It took them a year to begin the renovations on her office and seeing it bare was an all too painful reminder of her absence. He wishes he didn’t miss her. She doesn’t deserve his love after what she did, the way she lied. But he loves her all the same. 

He sniffs, blinking away the sudden shameful tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He needs a win. 

He reaches down to touch his hip where the newly sewn pocket holds his phone. Ever since he gave you his number, he can’t seem to go anywhere without it. He had wardrobe redesign his fucking suit just so he’d have a place to keep it safe. The ribbon he still wears tucked into his waistband. A phone can be replaced if it falls out during a flight, the ribbon can’t.

The thought of you is finally what seems to snap him out of his bad mood. The kiss was two months ago but it seems so much longer. He remembers the warmth of your kiss and the softness of you against him on the couch as the two of you ate gingerbread and watched Christmas movies. He’d wanted to take you so bad, fuck you raw against the counter until you dripped with him, hoping that maybe it would take and give you your own little Christmas miracle. He’d had to take a break and jerk himself off in the bathroom just so he could think straight. Even now, his stomach flips at the memory.

He’d been a good boy. He’d behaved himself. He acted a perfect gentleman and there was no way you could have known his depraved thoughts when he swept you up to slow dance to a Frank Sinatra record. The singer wasn’t half bad actually, maybe he’d originally judged him too harshly. You’d blushed and swooned and when he had to leave he gave you one last gingerbread scented kiss, the stars reflecting in your eyes as you leaned over the fire escape to wave him goodbye. 

After that night things mostly returned to normal. With Transluscent’s funeral fast approaching and the new Saving America campaign about to take off, Homelander had been too busy to even think about seeing you. He’d catch you staring at him in the halls sometimes and his heart beat faster every time. Now that he knows you feel the same, he’s almost at a loss as to how to proceed and it’s easier to bury himself in his work where he can rely on dependable fantasy to get his fix of you.

But after the fucking day he’s had, he’s tempted to fly straight to your apartment and kiss you stupid.

Fuck

There’s an idea… no one said it had to be your mouth

His pants grow tight instantly at the thought and the rush of arousal is a nice balm to his wounded ego. It barely takes a second for him to unclick his belt and pull himself free. He groans lowly in relief as he strokes himself nice and slow. The blood still staining his glove provides an easy glide until his cock is standing at full attention and dripping onto his boots. He keeps his touches nice and light, a little tentative, the way he imagines you would. His free hand reaches for the ribbon, holding it to his nose so he can catch your scent. His cock twitches in his grip and he thumbs his slit as he arches into his fist.

He groans your name before releasing his cock to cup his balls, tugging gently to tease himself, imagining your face looking up at him as he plays with himself. The wall behind him cracks as he throws his head back in pleasure.

A tinny jingle breaks through the haze of his arousal and he immediately fumbles to get his phone out of his pocket, recognizing the tune he’d picked for you so he’d always know who was calling him. The ribbon is promptly tucked back away as he slides to answer the call. His cock feels even heavier in his grip as he anticipates the sound of your voice. It’s like you knew what he was doing. This was the first time you’ve ever called him and your timing couldn’t be more perfect.

The first thing he hears is the clang of utensils and he knows instantly that you must be baking. He bites his lip to keep from grinning at how predictable you are. He can almost smell the sugar through the phone.

“Hi! I hope this isn’t a bad time. I’m trying a new recipe from this french cookbook I picked up and I always get nervous the first time I bake something. I figured you could help me take my mind off things while the cookies are in the oven.” Your voice is so sweet and he has to pinch the base of his cock to keep from shooting his load like some pathetic schoolboy. It feels so illicit to touch himself while you are so innocently seeking his company on the other end of the phone. You probably have flour on your cheeks and your strawberry apron on and the thought causes him to throb painfully. He gives himself an experimental tug and his fucking knees almost buckle.

“It’s never a bad time for you to call.” He replies warmly, trying to keep the rasp of pleasure out of his voice so you don’t suspect. You go quiet for a moment and he knows you’re blushing. He bets that if he were there that the smell of you soaking your panties would be filling the room. You get wet so easily. He remembers your phrase from the second time he spoke to you. You have a “nervous disposition” apparently but he knows what really has you trembling and it’s something a lot filthier than a little anxiety. 

“Thanks, that’s very sweet of you to say. I meant to call sooner but Ashley has been running me ragged for weeks with all the prep work for the funeral. I’ve barely had any time to myself.” You reply with a huff and the clear annoyance in your voice has him both amused and indignant on your behalf. He’ll have to have a firm discussion with Ashley about being respectful towards your time. The thought that you could have been calling him for weeks has his teeth on the verge of grinding again so he teases the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock until he relaxes into the pleasure again.

“I can’t have you exhausted at work. I’ll talk to Ashley about giving you a break. You deserve to rest.” He coos at you as his hand quickly finds a rhythm that feels right. 

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I miss you.” Your voice softens longingly and he can picture the wistful look in your eyes perfectly. 

You want him so fucking bad.

He thrusts into his fist, briefly removing his phone from his ear and biting into the soft leather of his glove so you won’t hear him moan like a whore. He wants to be good for you. He wants to be your gentleman lover. He wants a romance like the old movies and he wants you to picture him that way. 

But fuck

You want him and it seems pointless to stand here and jerk off to your voice in a blood-soaked alleyway when he could be buried in your sweet little pussy. You’d get over your shyness once he was bouncing you on his cock until you were soaking and shaking so hard that he’d have to hold you steady. He’d take you on every surface until he was sure that he’d fucked all traces of your “nervous disposition” right out of you. 

He has to pinch himself again to hold himself back. He doesn’t want this to end so soon. He tucks his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he gropes at his chest. He really wishes his suit wasn’t so fucking hard to get off so he could tease at his nipples and imagine you mouthing at him. He’d make sure you knew every inch of his body.

“I miss you too.” He answers truthfully, leaning back against the wall and bracing his feet wide so he can really fuck into his fist the way he imagines fucking you. 

Have you ever even had your pussy licked? He hopes not, he wants to see your face the first time you feel a tongue on your pretty little clit. He wants you to gush all over his face till it soaks into his suit and he can smell you for weeks after.

“Maybe once things calm down, we can hang out again.” You sound so hopeful and the soft noise of rustling fabric makes him realize that you must be fiddling with the hem of your shirt. You kissed him first and yet you still seem unsure of his returned affection. You still worry that his voice will turn to a harsh rebuke again.

“I’d like that. Y’know, maybe I could fly us to Paris so you can do some first hand research. A cookbook will only get you so far. I’m sure Vought could arrange a meeting with a pastry chef.” His cheeks flush as he imagines you beaming at him under the glow of the Eiffel tower, soft and pleased with him as he leans down to kiss you tenderly. You’d appreciate what he could do for you. He wants to do so much for you.

His balls tighten up at the fantasy and he finds it a little strange how the innocent scene has him closer to coming then all the filthy scenarios he could muster. 

“Oh” 

You sigh, and he can hear the flustered wonder in your voice at the thought.

Oh

With a strangled groan he comes, hot thick ropes of come covering his fist, his suit, dripping to the ground in milky white puddles that fuse with the crimson aftermath of his earlier rage.

“I’ve never been to Paris.” You reply breathlessly in a way that almost mirrors his own ragged panting. 

He takes a moment to catch his breath as he strokes the last remaining remnants of his pleasure out of his tender cock, whimpering at the almost too much ache of sensation.

“I guess it’s a date then.” 

_______

Later, once he’s back home and clean and snug in his bed, he sleeps well for the first time in weeks. He dreams of the Paris sky and the stars in your eyes as you look at him like someone you could love.

#homelander #x reader #homelander x reader #surprise bitch #bet you thought you'd seen the last of me #b warned #this one is filthy

[k-slla]

With You At Last

A/N: so I wrote this last night after work. I just had one song on repeat for the whole day and for some reason it made me think of Ben.

Song used for inspiration

Word Count : ~690

Pairing : Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader

Warnings: angst, language

All mistakes are mine. Feedback is appreciated 🤍

My Masterlist

You were there in Nicaragua, in 1984. You were there when Ben was taken from you. You were there when he was betrayed by your own team.

Actually, you couldn't say that they were your team, considering how Edgar kept you fighting from the sidelines, not putting you on the team. He did admit that you were and had always been very useful to them; you just didn't have…a certain appearance to be part of the official Payback team.

Those were his words to Ben, when he tried to get you on the team, to fight beside him. And as answer to Ben's boldness to question him and threaten to bring you to limelight, he spitefully coerced him to date the Countess for the tabloids. For showing his attitude.

And that fucking hurt. Seeing him with her on the covers of every magazine. Knowing that behind the closed doors he was yours, didn't help at all.

You knew that simple bullets couldn’t hurt him, but then again you didn’t know what could. So when you saw Ben being dragged away from the field, you assumed the absolute worst.

Everything around you collapsed. You were kneeling on the ground, completely shattered as you saw the rest of the team fleeing from the scene, clearly unbothered by the loss of their leader. All but Swatto, but even his death meant nothing to them, as long as they got rid of Soldier Boy. Or so at least it seemed to you.

Ben always hated the fact that you were kept in secrecy. He hated that you couldn't get the recognition that you deserved, just based on your looks.

"Who the fuck cares about our looks? " He had tried to reason with Edgar, who still wouldn’t budge, even after admitting your value to the team.

You had the power to manipulate people's perception. You were present on every battlefield beside Payback, helping them in the most useful ways with your ability. While Payback attacked, you deprived them from their physical awareness, so Ben and others could fight them without getting injured. To him, you were the one who made Payback’s conquests possible.

Ben honestly didn’t know what the fuck had happened that day. Everything went to shit in a split second. Mallory’s base was under attack and you were nowhere to be seen. And then there was nothing.

Until he woke up, restrained to some table, and about to be experimented on. For almost 40 years they held him there.

And all that kept him borderline sane during that time was you. And planning the payback for his former team. But all that was secondary next to you.

He had never thought that he’d ever find someone who would make him want to have something meaningful in his life. Something real. Something that no one would be able to take away from him. He just wanted you.

He wasn't even sure how he was capable of loving you as much as he did. He never received any love or affection from his father. Ben was abandoned, and had been alone since childhood. But he knew he loved you, otherwise he would have forgotten you. Otherwise he would’ve already given up on everything.

He waited for the day he’d finally be free. He knew it was coming and he’d be ready for that.

Still, his hope had started to waver, and he lost himself to loneliness. Hopelessness of seeing you ever again started to take power over his love for you in his mind. And he couldn't fight back to it.

After years of imprisonment and torture, Ben was certain that they had managed to kill him somehow. Or that he’d finally lost his sanity. He wasn't even sure which he would've preferred.

The air was knocked out of him when he saw you standing there in front of him. Even when you held him in your arms after all the years of being separated, he had a hard time believing that it was real. One kiss from you was all it took to convince him. It was real. You were real.

Finally, you had found him and he was not alone.

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#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy imagine #soldier boy fic #ben x reader #x reader #x you #ben x you #jensen ackles #jensen ross ackles #the boys #the boys fanfic #the boys one shot #Spotify

[bingwriterxo]

a love more than love

pairing: wednesday addams x reader

summary: in which wednesday breaks her normal routine to visit you

warnings: mentions of death

word count: 750+

author's note: i posted this on wattpad a while ago, but i really enjoy it, so i wanted to bring it over to this platform, too!

"Isn't this your designated writing time?" Enid asked her roommate, watching with curiosity as the raven-haired girl dug through her wardrobe, looking for a specific piece of clothing. 

Wednesday sighed, drew away from the piece of furniture, and turned towards the blonde. "Yes, Enid, but more important things have arisen."

"Such as...?" The blonde knew it was a dangerous game to pester the other girl, but she wasn't used to Wednesday going against her calculated schedule. It intrigued her more than it should have, and she wanted answers. 

"If you must know, I'm going to visit Y/N," Wednesday admitted. "It's been one year."

Enid's gaze flitted to the floor for a moment before returning to her roommate. "Oh." 

A heavy silence blanketed the two girls, and the Addams turned back around to continue her search, though it only lasted for a moment or two before she faced the werewolf again. 

"Have you seen my sweatshirt? The one with the zipper?" she asked, tapping her foot on the floor as she impatiently awaited a response.

"Thing dragged it under the bed the other day," Enid said, pointing towards Wednesday's mattress. With a curt nod as a thank you, the raven-haired girl walked over to her bed before dropping to her knees and reaching beneath it, her fingers finding the offending item. She pulled it out, dusted it off, and then put it on over her shirt. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Wednesday ignored her question. "I'll be back before night fall."

* * * 

The cemetery was completely empty of anything living when Wednesday arrived. She wandered through the area in search of your gravesite as she hadn't returned since the burial, but it wasn't hard to find: your tombstone--a stark white granite and surrounded by vibrant flowers, all left by friends that had visited that day--stood out amongst the others.

She sat in front of the gravestone, drawing her knees to her chest and resting her chin atop them, her arms wrapping around her legs. For a moment, she merely stared at the epitaph that had been engraved in the stone:

We loved with a love that was more than love.

It was a quote from your favorite Edgar Allan Poe poem, "Annabel Lee," and was a sentence that Wednesday had heard fall from your lips numerous times. It slipped off of your tongue in such an elegant way that it had seemed almost as natural to you as breathing. 

"We loved with a love that was more than love," Wednesday recited in a murmur. She reached a hand out, traced the words with her forefinger, tried to ignore the feelings that were stirring within her. "I loved you with a love that was more than love." 

Softly, she pressed her palm flat against the stone as though you would be able to reach out and touch your hand to hers, run your pinky along the edge of her own before looping the two together, bring her hand to your lips and press a light kiss to the tips of her knuckles. But you were no longer able to do any of these things, and she would never experience your fingers interlocked with her own again, and that thought alone caused a tear to slip from her eye and roll down her cheek.

"You weren't supposed to die." She pretended not to notice the crack of her voice, the guilt that was weighing in her chest, the sadness that invaded her heart. "It was supposed to be me."

It was Thornhill that caused your death: a single bullet had exited the chamber of her gun, and it had found its home in your stomach rather than Wednesday's. Minutes later, the raven-haired girl was left cradling your lifeless body with a horrible emptiness settling inside her. 

"You loved everyone with a love that was more than love," she whispered, frowning. "It wasn't meant to end so soon." A sob threatened to erupt from her throat, but she swallowed it down. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, cara mia."

With a shaky hand, she pressed her fingers to her lips before touching them against the stone, a gesture that the two of you had made your own. When you first began dating, on days when Wednesday couldn't stand much physical affection--which was quite frequent--you would kiss her by doing that exact motion, and she often found herself returning it. It quickly turned into a normal act of appreciation, and the two of you found yourselves doing it on a daily basis. 

"I will always love you with a love that is more than love."

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[engie-ivy]

(I don't write from Sirius' perspective often, mostly prefer writing Remus being smitten with Sirius😋, but I couldn't resist some Padfoot & Prongs friendship! Of course Sirius and Remus are still smitten with each other😉)

1675 words.

Sirius hates waking up early. Sirius definitely hates being woken up early to talk about Remus' bloody ex. But the tea James brings might just be worth getting up early for...

Morning Tea

Sirius is still half asleep when he opens the door, wearing the old sweater he threw on when he heard the knocking, bleary eyed and his hair sticking up in all directions.

“Morning!” James says cheerfully, wearing a crisp button-down and big sunglasses, carrying two paper cups with steam coming from them. He looks fresh and awake, and much, much too cheerful, because of course James Potter is a Morning Person.

“Wha-?” Sirius says groggily.

James is already walking past him into Sirius’ apartment, shoving one of the cups in Sirius’ hand in the process. “I’ve got some tea for you that needs to be served while it’s hot!”

Sirius sniffs the cup. “This is coffee.”

James turns back around in the hallway and looks at Sirius from over the top of his sunglasses. “Metaphorical tea, Padfoot, metaphorical tea.”

When Sirius steps into his kitchen, James is already sitting at the table.

“So,” James begins the moment Sirius sits down. “Lily came over for dinner yesterday-”

“Right. How was she? Has she-”

“Not important right now,” James cuts him off. “Come on, Padfoot, focus!”

Deciding that staying silent is probably the best approach, Sirius takes a careful sip from his coffee.

“So, Lily came over, and she told me she had spent the day at Marlene’s,” James continues. “And as she was there, Mary dropped by to return some shirt she had borrowed from Marlene, and Lily said that Mary then had quite the story to tell them!”

James’ eyes sparkle with excitement, and Sirius begins to feel something approaching curiosity through the fog of sleepiness.

“Mary had a Pilates class the other day, and afterwards, she and Amelia- you know that Mary takes Pilates classes with Amelia, right?- well, she and Amelia went to get coffee afterwards.”

Sirius does his best to keep track of it all. Lily, who was at Marlene’s with Mary, who had Pilates class, and then coffee, with Amelia, and- who the hell even is Amelia? The name sounds vaguely familiar, but as James does not seem to appreciate questions interrupting his story, Sirius decides to just wait to see where he’s going with it.

“Now Amelia was meeting her brother later, so while Mary was having coffee with her, at some point Edgar actually joined them.”

Edgar.

Of course, that’s how they know Amelia. She’s Edgar’s sister. And Sirius definitely remembers Edgar. Remus’ ex.

“Edgar,” Sirius says in a slightly-trying-too-hard-to-be-casual voice. “How is he?”

The look James gives him lets Sirius know he’s not fooled. James doesn’t comment on it, though. “He’s good,” he replies. “Mary mentioned to him that she actually hadn’t talked to him since the break-up.”

That seems obvious to Sirius. And perfectly fine. Remus was their only connection to Edgar. The last thing he needs is Edgar coming back into their lives. Coming back into Remus’ life.

“So Mary asked him why they broke up, you know, because we’ve never heard his side of the story.”

“Who cares about his side of the story?” Sirius snaps. “We’re Remus’ friends, not Edgar’s. Remus’ side is our side.”

“Of course, of course,” James says, holding up a hand placatingly. “But Remus hasn’t been telling us much, now has he? He doesn’t really talk about the break-up.”

“He said they wanted different things,” Sirius replies curtly. Good enough an explanation for him. He’s fine with not talking about it further. He’s fine with pretending the whole Edgar-saga didn’t happen.

“That can mean a lot of things,” James says, and then he seems to suddenly remember something. “And do you know what Marlene said Dorcas told her? The other week, the Art History group organised some beginning-of-the-semester drinks that she and Remus both went to, and you know what Dorcas is like when she gets tipsy, the girl has no filter. She kept pestering Remus about what exactly had happened between him and Edgar, wouldn’t let it go, and eventually, Remus told her to drop it, because it was something he did not want to talk about!”

James looks at Sirius expectantly, like he’s supposed to be baffled by this revelation.

Sirius just blinks at him.

James sighs. “Don’t you see, Padfoot? That proves there’s more to the story than what Remus has been telling us!”

“Fine,” Sirius says, rolling his eyes. “Let’s hear it then. What did Edgar have to say?”

“Well, having heard this story from Dorcas, Mary wanted-”

“I thought she heard the story from Marlene?”

“Lily told me that Marlene told her about the party while Mary was there, yes,” James says, sounding like a parent explaining something to their child for the tenth time and trying, unsuccessfully, to hide their exasperation. “But Mary had already heard about it before from Dorcas, so she already knew about Remus’ evasiveness while she was talking to Edgar, while Lily didn’t hear about Dorcas’ chat with Remus until Marlene told the story, which she only did because Mary was telling her story about her chat with Edgar.”

Sirius isn’t even gonna try. It’s too damn early for this, especially before he’s even finished his first cup of coffee.

“So like I said,” James continues. “Mary knew there’s something about the break-up Remus has been keeping from us, and she wanted to know what Edgar had to say,” James leans forward over the kitchen table with a big smile on his face. “And guess what Edgar said about why he broke up with Remus?”

“He finally realized Remus is much too good for him and he doesn’t deserve him?” Sirius offers.

James’ smile just grows. “Even better. He said they broke up because... Remus was clearly already in love with his friend!” James sits back on his chair crossing his arms over his chest and looking at Sirius with a triumphant grin.

Sirius tries his best to keep his face neutral and ignore the somersaults his stomach is making. “Remus has a lot of friends,” he says, in what he hopes is a calm voice, not meeting James’ gaze, choosing instead to focus on pulling at a loose thread at the sleeve of his sweater.

James rolls his eyes. “Okay, okay. I’ll play along and I’ll give you that one. Remus does have a lot of friends. But lucky for us, Mary is like a dog with a bone, and she wasn’t just going to drop it. So she asked Edgar what made him think that, to which Edgar replied, and I quote,” James thinks about it for a moment, and then corrects “Well, I quote Lily, who quoted Mary, who quoted Edgar, but still, I quote ‘when we went to his friend’s piano recital, Remus was looking at him with so much fondness, he never looked at me like that, and at Remus’ dissertation, Remus met his gaze every time he got nervous and he was the first person Remus ran up to and hugged after he got his doctorate, and at Lily’s party, from the moment he got there, it was like Remus didn’t notice anyone else in the room anymore’. So,” James says smugly. “Tell me, how many friends does Remus have who play piano recitals, were the first one to hug Dr Lupin, and arrived a bit late at Lily’s party?”

“One,” Sirius mumbles, still focused on the loose thread hanging from his sleeve, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“And that is...”

“Me,” Sirius replies, then he lifts his head to look at James. “But still Prongs! That’s just Edgar’s perception! Maybe he’s overly jealous, or completely paranoid, and seeing things that aren’t there. Those things don’t have to be true!”

“But they are true!” James counters. He shakes his head. “I never really thought about it before, maybe because I’m used to it, but you are the only one Remus looks at like you’re the centre of the bloody universe, you are the face Remus always searches in the crowd, and you are the only person Remus sees whenever you enter a room!”

Sirius bites his lip. “None of that stopped him from dating Edgar in the first place.” Because Sirius hasn’t forgotten how he once before allowed himself to believe that maybe Remus felt the same way about him as he feels about Remus, and how it lead to him being completely blind-sighted when Remus started dating Edgar.

James sighs. “Maybe Remus didn’t realise his feelings before.”

“Before?”

The grin returns on James’ face. “Yes, after Edgar told Mary his story, Mary said she was sorry,-”

Sirius can understand that. He can’t think of anything worse ever happening to anyone than losing Remus.

“-but Edgar told her it’s fine,” James says eagerly. “He said they had a good break-up. He confronted Remus with his suspicions, and then Remus opened up to him, they had a good talk, and parted as friends.”

As Sirius stays silent, James exclaims “Remus opened up to him, Padfoot! Not Remus denied it, not Remus said he was being ridiculous, no, Remus opened up to him! That’s basically Remus admitting it’s true!”

The smile on James’ face is contagious and Sirius can feel one beginning to spread over his own face. He covers his face with his hands, but can’t hide the smile. “Prongs...”

“I know, Padfoot, I know!”

Sirius lowers his hands, grinning like an idiot. “What do I do, Prongs?”

James leans forward over the table and strokes his chin in thought. “Well, I’ve thought about it long and hard, and I’ve come up with an ingenious plan that, if executed correctly, might prove successful...”

“What’s that?” Sirius asks.

James smacks him on the head. “Ask him out, you plonker!”

“Sirius Black awake before ten?” Remus gasps in pretend-shock the moment he answers the phone. “Should I be worried?”

Sirius just loves hearing the laughter in Remus’ voice. A warm feeling spreads across his chest simply upon hearing that voice. God, he’s really got it bad, doesn’t he?

“Well, Rem,” Sirius says. “As it turns out, some things are worth waking up early for.”

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[writemekpop]

Psycho | Mark Lee

Summary: A curse means that every one of your boyfriends ends up dead. When you meet Mark, you’re determined to save him.

Genre: College AU, smutty

Warnings: Murder, violence - not for the faint hearted! 

Word Count: 1.4k

You were a perfectly normal college girl... except for the fact that you were a serial killer.

Jeno, Jaemin, Haechan...  Your body count was like any other girl's, only yours was more literal.

You always did it the same way: a knife through the stomach, their eyes widening in slow-motion. Their blood warm in your hands, like soup. Their bodies buried deep in the wooded hills that bordered the grounds of Goddard college. Then, the walk of shame back to your room – a secret shame known only to you.  

Your habit sickened you, but you couldn't stop. When the voice in your head started chanting a person’s name, you had to murder them. That's why you’d made an oath to never make a friend again, to never learn a new name.

Until Mark.

You were sitting alone in the corner of the college meadow, bent over your Edgar Allan Poe poem. It was early October, and the wet red bodies of newly fallen leaves littered the ground.

"Do you know how utterly infuriating you are?" a voice said.

You looked up. Your heart stuttered in your chest. The most beautiful boy you’d ever seen was standing above you. He had tousled black hair, sparkling with rain. His steel-rimmed round glasses gave the impression that he knew all world’s secrets, but would never share them.

Despite the cold, your skin was burning.

"And why is that?" you answered.

"Because you insist on being a mystery." He sat down beside you, his face widening in a smile. "My name's Mark. I think we could be friends."

You walked away. "I’m sorry. I don’t need a friend."

You tried your hardest to avoid Mark. You even shifted around all your courses so they wouldn't match with his. But he was irresistible. Before you knew it, you and Mark were inseparable.

As autumn stretched into winter, you began to get closer to him. You discovered Mark's brilliant, wicked sense of humour. Some nights, beneath the swirling snow, you sensed something hard in the blackness of his eyes. An old wound.

Before you knew it, you were hopelessly in love with him.

Every spark of pleasure Mark gave you was mixed with an equal measure of pain. Because in indulging your need for him, you were putting him in grave danger. You just had to try and resist the urge to kill him, when it inevitably came.

Until one bitterly frosty November day, Mark took your hand in his, and murmured, "You have to see my room. You were going to have to see it one of these days." His voice was light, but something burned in his eyes.

Every rational voice in your head was shouting no. This was too dangerous. In the past, the stakes had never been this high. It had never been love.

But with equal strength, the core of you was screaming yes.

So, against your better judgement, you let yourself be pulled into a taxi and into Mark's room.

Mark’s room was cramped and very dark. Clothes covered the floor. He locked the door behind you.

You knew you had to open that door immediately or you would lose yourself.

But you did not open the door.

Instead, you and Mark stood staring at each other in the dark.

The air smelled of Mark’s aftershave and his warm body. A shiver ran from the crown of your head to your heels. You wanted to laugh. You wanted to cry. You wanted to run away. You wanted to move closer.  

Then, Mark pressed himself against you. When he kissed you, your last dregs of resolve evaporated.

You felt the long-forgotten stirrings of desire awake in you. Every touch - Mark's hands cupping your face, your breast, your butt - was unbearably sweet. Yet, each one struck terror deep in you because at any moment, you could hear the whisper of Mark's name and you would feel the urge to kill.

It would have been easier, safer, if this had just been physical. But from the trembling of Mark's fingers, of your own, you knew this was no normal hook-up. This meant too much to both of you.

When you and Mark were tangled together on his single bed, his moans growing faster, you started to think you'd gotten away with it. A wild elation bubbled up inside of you. You’d beaten the game. You’d won. You’d gotten close to somebody without hurting them. You never had to kill again, you thought.

You should have known better.

Just like all the other times, the whispering began. Mark, Mark, Mark... It grew to a murmur, then a yell, then a deafening roar, screaming out that Mark was the one you had to kill next.

You pushed Mark away, fingers squeezing your ears. It was useless. There was nothing you could do to stop the wave of sound.

You could see Mark’s lips moving frantically, his worried eyes, but could hear nothing over the ear-splitting howl.

Every promise you'd made to yourself, every back-up plan, felt small and distant in comparison to the primal need to stop the chanting that was ringing in your ears.

You would have torn Mark’s room into shreds. You would have killed every student in the college. You would have sent the whole place down in flames. You would have done anything to stop that infernal noise.

The shaving razor poked out of the mess of Mark's bedside table. It glinted dully in the half-light. What you had to do was a small thing, you told yourself. One boy's life to stop an eternity of pain.

The razor was cool and strangely flimsy in your fingers, like a baby's rattle. The chanting grew louder, hungrier: Mark, Mark, Mark...

You met Mark's eyes. You recognised the look you had seen in so many other boys’ faces. The look of a man who has realised he is about to die. Teetering on the knife edge between surprise and fear.  

Suddenly, your body felt very distant, the sound very far away. You saw yourself, hunched on the bed like a cornered animal, thrusting a razor in Mark’s terrified face.

You were repeating the same old pattern. The pattern that had destroyed everyone you ever cared about. But there was another way.  A way to end the bloody parade of boys. It was no compromise, no easy fix like the restrictions you’d been putting on yourself that you now realised were futile. The murderer and the victim simply could not coexist.

Fate was a hungry carnivore, and it had been promised a meal. One human life. The only question was: who would it be? You or Mark?  

Before you could stop yourself, you turned the blade to your own throat. You made the fatal cut.

“Y/n, no!”

You could see that Mark was screaming, but the sound of his voice was muffled to your ears, getting quieter as you slipped into the abyss.

It would be lying to say that you didn't feel horror at the void you were about to enter. But beneath all of this was a full-throated joy at the fact that you had saved the one boy that meant the most to you.

You focused on Mark's face: terrified, glowing, beautiful, as everything faded.

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

ooooo I love all your self aware things! Such a cool concept! would you possibly be willing to do it with Poe as well? If not, I understand 🫶

Thanks. I am glad you are enjoying my ideas.🥰

I am planning to write a "general entry" about Poe and other Guild members, but, only after I finish with Port Mafia members.

Until then, you can enjoy this oneshot. I hope you like it.

Party crashed

Self-Aware! Edgar Allan Poe x GN! Reader

Description: Set after BSD characters got into your world. You valued your friendship, really. But you wished your friend stop dragging you to the parties you didn't want to go and then ditch you. But, maybe, this time, things will be different.

Warning: OOC. Toxic friend. English is my second language.

"[F/N], I don't know... I really don't want to go."

"[Y/N], don't be silly, you need to spend time with others! Stop reading your boring books and live a little. The party starts at 9 p.m, don't be late. Or, you know what would happen. Bye!"

Before you can protest, your friend hang up.

You sign. You valued your friendship, really. But you wished your friend stop dragging you to the parties you didn't want to go. It's not like you hate or dislike parties, you liked to spend time with others.

The problem is that your friend not only always bring you to the parties where you don't know anyone, but they always ditch you. The Fun Party isn't fun for you. The parties are loud. The attendants, most of the time, are behaving like drunk animals.

You always felt nervous. Moreover, last time your friend got drunk, and you have to return home by your own. It was almost midnight, you were nervous. Thanks, God, that nothing happened to you, and you got home safely.

You think about what you can do. Your friend are social butterfly. And they can hold the grudge. One time, you dodge the party they invited you. The next day, there were rumors about you ruining the party, because you were the guest of honor that didn't appear. The fact, that you and the person, who arranged the party didn't know each other, was forgotten. As you discover, your friend was the one who started the rumors.

"[Y/N], you brought this upon yourself! I was lonely on the party. Because you didn't go."

You huff. You try to cut your ties with your 'friend'. But it was hard. They start crying every time you try to tell them off. They were playing the victim. You are pretty sure, your chances to make friends with others, currently, are pretty low.

The sound of chittering interrupt your thoughts. You feel something warm and fluffy rubbing on your legs. Looking down, you see Karl, looking at you with big round eyes. You carefully pick up the raccoon, gently scratching him behind the ears. Karl purred.

"It was them, right?" ask Poe, who was standing at the doorway, looking at you. You nod.

"Mhm. They will drag me to the party again. And will ditch me again."

Poe carefully approaches you and place his hand on your shoulder. He is silent. He understands, how scary it is when your only acquaintance abandons you at the party. He decides to stay quiet, but he is ready to listen to your problems.

You continue petting Karl. "I try to say 'no' to them, but they make everyone think that I am in the wrong. When I am not. If only I can be more self-confident, if only I can tell them 'no' once and for all.

Both of you are silent again. Then Poe brightens up: "Say, [Y/N], your friend love the 'Wild Party Spirit'?"

You nod. "Yes, they are. Why?"

Poe leans closer to you and whispers. "I have a plan, how to help you"

After hearing his plan, you grin. It will be fun.

__________________________________

You arrived at the house, where the party will be held. Mushitarou stays in the car.

"[Y/N], there you are! I thought you will never... Who are these?" your friend stop talking and look at your 'escort'.

Apparently, every time you pulled a limited card from Mayoi game with the character, they were getting a new set of clothes. You were glad. It would be really awkward, if you had multiple versions of characters running around.

Some of the characters, who were featured in "Band Scout" decide to accompany you to the party.

Edgar Allan Poe, Tanizaki Junichirou, Nakahara Chuuya, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Akutagawa Gin and Tachihara Michozu is standing behind you, wearing a band clothes. You smile to your friend.

"Just some acquaintances of mine. They heard about the party. And, after learning that you will be there, they wanted to come too."

[F/N] blinked. "Because of me? Why?"

Chuuya walks forward and grins. "Because you never attend boring parties. [Y/N] description of them makes them look like our kind of party."

Chuuya winks and your friend blush.

"W-well, then you can pass as my guests. Here, follow me. The Party will be wild"

All of you walked after [F/N]. Poe and you glance at each other.

Yes, it will be wild.

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BSD gang, your real friends, and you, hidden with Junchirou ability, are standing in the middle of the destroyed party room. The guests were hiding. They were shouting something about...

...crazy raccoons...

/You were nervous, that Karl will be in danger, but Poe assure you that raccoon will be fine./

...army of clones...

/Junchirou doesn't need to recreate some monsters, seeing your exact double is terrifying enough./

...not been able to stand up...

/Chuuya has an exceptional control over his ability. But, you thought, that playing "Everybody do the flop" and "I have fallen, and I can't get up" through speakers were a little bit too much./

...black hungry wolves...

/You assured Ryunosuke, that Rasenmon are a dragon, not a canine./

...ghost stabbing them...

/Gin, hidden with Junchiro's ability, was pocking people with tip of her knife./

...and flying metal.

/Tachihara was manipulating all metal he can find. You are glad, that no one has metal teeth./

Your friend were covering under the table. They were trembling. You looked at them, then at the BSD gang.

"Let's go home. Police will be there soon. We made so much noise, I am pretty sure, all of the neighbours already have called the police"

All of you left the house. Mushitarou is already waiting you in the car. He already used his ability and hid all evidence of your involvement in the madness in the party. So, police will find a bunch of people, who are screeching as banshees and talking about raccoons, ghosts and flying metal. Had fun explaining this to the police.

On your way home, you lean against Poe. Karl curled on your lap. All of you were talking with each other.

Poe put his hand on your head and riffle it.

"Well, don't think, they will bother you for some time."

You chuckle.

"Yea. Thanks again, guys. And thanks for you, Poe. For your plan."

You move and plant a kiss on Poe's cheek.

Edgar was redder than a tomato for the rest of the road.

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A/N: Yes, raccoons can purr.

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[ageofbajabule]

Dawn of Love | Chapter 1

Josh Kiszka x F! Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Fluff, Anxiety talk?, (i don’t think i’m truly missing anything. if i am please let me aware!)

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Author’s Note: (18+ themes further on in the series) This series is going to be my baby, my pride and joy. I’ve been putting so much time and thought into this, and I truly do hope you all enjoy it and what I have planned. Please understand no themes relating to 18+ will take place until Josh and Reader are of consenting legal age in the series. Other than that, I do hope you enjoy this series.

October 2013

You had moved around different school districts thanks to your father being in the military… But this move was the final one. He had retired from the Air Force and decided to move to a small town. Known by the name Frankenmuth. It was a Bavarian town, everyone knew everyone and everyone was friendly.

Fitting in wasn’t typically hard, but being a new student in school also put you in the spotlight. You never really made the time to make actual friends considering the situation you grew up in being a military family. So this time around, you had to make the effort to find friends. All day you had the boring classes of general studies. But the class you couldn’t wait for was poetry - something about poetry just spoke to you, it always gave you the feeling of a welcoming home.

It wasn’t always just poetry that caught your eye, film and theatre also held a special place in your heart.

Something about the way Shakespeare wrote always called out to you - specifically Macbeth.

The bell rang indicating your Math class had finally ended. And your last class of the day was Poetry. Making your way there, you had entered the classroom. It was a smaller class, giving it an elective course. There was about 9 other people, you sat near the front of the classroom. The first bell had rang, the teacher waited for any last minute students. And sure enough a boy with shoulder length wavy hair cane sprinting in.

“Sorry! I got stuck in a little traffic jam there in the hallway.” The brunette boy laughed,

“Mr.Kiszka… This isn’t anything new. You need to do better on being on time.”

Mr.Zawalski motioned for him to join the class. He ended up sitting at the desk beside you.

“Last week we finished up our readings from Emily Dickinson, we will be starting with Edgar Allen Poe today. I’m sure most of you are well aware of his work, he had a very different approach than most poets.” Mr.Zawalski spoke as he started parading around the classroom. Everything about Poe, he wasn’t typically your style, but you had grown to like his work.

“He’s kind of a bore… I wish he was a bit more enthusiastic when teaching.”

The brunette boy had leaned over to whisper to you, chuckling as he saw you jump at the sound of his voice, making you giggle softly.

“He has a very monotone voice… Makes me want to fall asleep.” You shifted your body so more of you turned to face the stranger beside you.

“I’m sorry. Let me introduce myself, I’m Joshua Kiszka. But you can call me Josh. What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N, but you can call me Y/N.” You smiled at him softly.

“Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. Are you new here?” Then you heard Mr.Zawalski clear his throat, “Mr.Kiszka this isn’t time for mingling. Would you care to enlighten the classroom on what Poe’s poems were inspired by?”

Josh’s cheeks turned a shade of pink, then turned towards the teacher. “His own childhood trauma. At least that’s what most researchers have gathered.”

Seeming to be satisfied with Josh’s answer, Mr. Zawalski nodded and proceeded to carry on with his lecture - leading you and Josh to giggle quietly.

Before the end of class, Mr.Zawalski had announced there would be a project. And you had to pair up with somebody. Being you had been a new student and the only person you really clicked with was Josh, it was obvious who your partner would be.

“Well I guess we’ll be partners then?” He turned towards you,

“If you’re okay with that?” You smiled softly.

“Of course. Here is my number so we can start working on it.” He smiled taking your phone to type his credentials in, you sent him a text right away for him to save your information. “I’m free whenever. Except for this Wednesday night, I have theater tryouts.”

“I’ll be there too!” You smiled at him.

He chuckled softly, your smile turned wider. “Oh really? That’s great.”

You felt a blush creep onto your face.

“So what part are you trying for?” The bell then interrupted your conversation, “Guess you’ll have to find out at tryouts.” He smirked, getting up.

“That is a whole two days away!” You groaned getting up from your desk.

“I’ll tell you what, come over tonight so we can start working on this project. And maybe I’ll run a few lines to give you a hint at what part.” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Fine. You better stick to your word.” You giggled softly, walking towards your locker.

“You can come over around 5, join my family and I for dinner. My mom always makes enough to practically feed the neighborhood.” Josh spoke as he followed behind you, smiling from ear to ear as he spoke.

“Sure, as long as she doesn’t mind.” He shook his head, “She’ll be thrilled.” He smiled, then he was being pulled by a brunette guy who looked similar to him. But his hair was like a Justin Bieber style cut.

“Josh, we’re gonna be late for band practice.”

“Jeez, Jake I would’ve been right out!” Josh shouted, you looked between the two of them confused. “Sorry Y/N. This is my brother Jake.”

He smiled at you, “Twin brother actually.” Jake chimed in,

“But I’m older by 5 minutes!”

“Will you ever live that down?”

You giggled softly at them bickering. “It was great to meet you, but I don’t want to keep y’all from band practice. I didn’t know you were in the school band.” You smiled softly.

“No. Not a band for school, we have an actual band. We’re just getting started still…” Jake shook his head as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Oh. I’m sorry… Well, have fun, and I’ll see you later.” You flashed a smile before leaving the two of them to go on with their business.

➳

You had luckily gotten your license recently before moving to Michigan and asked to use your mom’s car to drive over to Josh’s house to work on your project tonight.

The drive wasn’t too far from where you lived, in fact you only live a couple blocks from each other. You could’ve probably walked. When arriving you parked on the street out front of their house, making way to the front door. You knocked softly, hearing some yelling behind the door - a girl who looked close in age to you answered the door.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Is Josh here? I’m here to work on a school project with him.” You spoke offering a small smile.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Veronica but I go by Ronnie. I’m his younger and only sister, he is actually finishing up practice with the guys. You can come in.” She motioned for you to come in.

“If you want, we can go out to the garage. That’s where they practice.”

You smiled, “Sure, why not.”

Ronnie nodded and took you out with her to the garage. As you walked in the guys were in the midst of a song, Josh was singing, Jake was playing guitar and there were two other boys. One looked similar to Jake, assuming it was another sibling of theirs. He was playing bass, and the other was playing drums. Ronnie and you had sat on the couch in front of them.

They sounded really good, for being so young. Josh had finally noticed you as a blush crept on his cheeks, he averted towards Jake as they finished up the song, and concluded their practice.

“That was better than the last run. We’ll resume back to this tomorrow.” Jake directed to them, “Sam, we got to tune that better. And Danny, we’ll have to try and rig the snare.”

They all nodded, making way to head into the house.

“I didn’t expect you to come out here.” Josh had chuckled softly.

“Ronnie asked if I wanted to. And figured why not.” You smiled softly, “So how many of you are there?” You whispered to him - in hopes that his siblings wouldn’t hear.

“There are four of us. Jake and I are the oldest, Ronnie is the middle and Sam is the youngest. And Danny, he's Sam’s best friend. But we consider him a brother, he’s been around for so long.” He smiled, a dimple peeking out.

“Dinner is probably ready, we should head in before my mother starts calling.” He chuckled softly, you followed behind him into the house. He led you to the dining room, it was big enough for everyone that was present. Once you stepped foot in, all eyes were on the two of you.

“Mom and Dad this is Y/N. She is new to our school, and my partner for our class project. But also a new friend.” He smiled at you.

“Oh it’s nice to meet you dear! It’s always great to meet one of Josh’s friends.” She beamed with excitement, “Please sit anywhere you’d like. I made grilled cheese and a family recipe of tomato soup.”

She motioned for you to sit. Josh pulled a chair out for you, that was next to Jake, and you sat down as Josh sat in the seat next to you.

➳

Everyone had eaten, and once your bellies were full to content. You and Josh had decided to head to his and Jake’s shared room to work on the project. Both sides were different from one another, Josh having anything film related where Jake had music related posters.

“Jake and I are forced to share a room, while Ronnie and Sam get the luxury of having their own rooms.” He chuckled softly motioning for you to sit on his bed as he sat on a chair from his desk.

“It’s okay, my sister and I were forced to share a room when we lived in Oregon.” You giggled softly remembering the tiny two bedroom house your parents had gotten when your father was stationed on a mission again.

“Oregon? How did you end up all the way here?” Josh chuckled softly.

“My dad was in the military. We moved around quite a lot.” You responded nonchalantly.

“Oh wow. So you’re settled here in Frankenmuth, Michigan?”

“It's a cute town.” You giggled softly.

“We’re really known for Christmas. Whole town goes overboard with all of it, really. But it is nice. I do enjoy Christmas here.” He rubbed his hands together.

“So where are you originally from?” He questioned you.

“Florida.” You said flatly.

Honestly, you didn’t miss it - especially given the fact you had lived close to Orlando for quite some time, you hated the tourists all year round for the 9 years you lived there.

“Sunshine state… Hm. I think I’ll nickname you Sunshine. How does that sound?” He chuckled softly, a blush crept on your face.

“Sure…”

“Now, what role are you trying for Mr.Kiszka?” You impersonated Mr.Kiwalski’s voice. Earning a chuckle from Josh he shook his towards you.

“Don’t laugh.” He chuckled, “But I’m going for Wonka.”

You smiled at him softly, “I think you’ll fit perfectly…you have the characteristics for it.” You giggled softly.

“And how about you?”

“Veruka.” You giggled, sitting up straight.

“Well I guess we’ll just wait and see.”

December 2013

Ever since that poetry class, you and Josh had been inseparable. You finished your project earning an easy A on it. And then got the roles you had both wanted for the Willy Wonka play. Josh had been working on a film script for the last couple weeks, having you help assist him with it.

“You know you are quite the genius Sunshine.” Josh smiled at you, you smiled back. “I’m just doing what I can! I told you I’ll help film, and help with costumes as well.”

You finished writing in your journal with all of the plans for Josh’s film that was coming up early next month.

“Do you think it’s silly?” He scratched the back of his head.

“No, not at all. I think it’s going to be brilliant. You have a very creative mind Josh. You need to stop doubting yourself.” You replied, shaking your head to give more reinforcement to your words.

“It’s just I care a lot about film, and this band stuff with Jake sometimes can be a lot…” He sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Josh… Jake has told you that he would help in any way.” You sat next to him.

“Yeah, but this is his dream… He’s always wanted to be a rockstar. And I want that for him. Me, I'm just a silly old film guy.” He chuckled as you nudged him softly.

“Aaand he would want the same for you. Don’t beat yourself up. This film is going to be amazing. Now come on, we have a Christmas party to attend.” You stood up, putting your hand out for him to join.

Once he took your hand in his, it felt like electricity had gone through you. During the short time you’ve known Josh. You’ve grown to like him more than just a friend…

He stood up from his bed, dropping your hand from his slowly.

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks Y/N…” He smiled softly.

“Of course Josh, that’s what friends are for.” You smiled mentally slapping yourself. You wish you could tell him how you felt. But you also didn’t want to freak him out.

The two of you made way to the basement where the party was being held, Jake smiled and walked over to you giving you a tight hug. With how close you got to Josh, you got close to his twin as well.

“About time you two showed up. Was starting to think you were sucking face.”

Josh gave him a glare as his cheeks turned to a crimson. You blushed, staring at your feet. “No, we were just working on the last touches of the film Jacob.”

“Sorry…” He gave Josh an apologetic look, they had some sort of twin telepathy way of communicating. You just went with the flow of it all. Josh ventured off to some other film friends that you would eventually join.

“Hey I really didn’t mean to embarrass you guys…” Jake had spoken to you quietly.

“It’s okay Jake, really…” You fiddled with your hands.

“No, no it's not… Has Josh said anything to you lately?” You gave him a questioning look.

“Said what?” You grabbed a can of pop.

“Forget it…” Jake went to turn, you grabbed his arm.

“Jacob.”

“You can’t say anything.” Jake mumbled as he turned to face you.

You gave him a look, “Cross my heart and hope to die.” You giggled doing the little promise. He pulled you aside.

“Josh really likes you… But he’s just too afraid to admit it.” He said quietly to you, only audible for you to understand. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

“R-really…” You looked up at him.

“Yeah. Why do you think he’s been up your ass so much lately.” He chuckled softly, “But you didn’t hear this from me.” He gave you a stern look.

“Jake, I won’t say a word. Besides… He hasn’t even made a move…” You looked over at Josh watching him talk with your other friends.

“Give it time… He doesn’t really know how to go about these things. He might need a little push, but. He’ll do it.” He patted your back softly.

“Thanks Jake…” You smiled and walked over to your friends and talked about the plans for the new year.

January 2014

“Josh, how the hell did you book a hotel room for the weekend for this film? Don’t we have to be at least 21 to book?” You shot a glare as you settled your bags into the room.

“Sunny, you underestimate my skills… Have I taught you nothing.” He sighs, acting like he’s been hurt. “Okay. Maybe I did, but just a tiny bit.”

You giggled softly setting up your equipment - while Jake came into the room with the rest of their friends.

“Okay, so I totally did not cause a scene in the lobby…” He said nervously.

“Jacob, I swear if we get kicked out of this damn hotel before we even shoot anything. I’m kicking your ass.”

“Some idiot tried fucking with our equipment, what else was I suppose to do.” He defended himself, causing the two of them to bicker.

“Alright! It just better not result in anything bad…”

The remainder of the evening you had set the room up for the liking of how you were filming this short film that Josh had in mind. Jake was one of the main roles, along with their friend Grace. Filming was going great, you had everything pretty much under control so Josh could focus on filming and getting the right angles while you adjusted lighting, make up and props.

After a couple hours of shooting Josh figured it was time to call it a night. You had helped clean up the room while Jake and Grace had finished up their last shots, and proceeded to help clean as well. Josh had already started editing the clips from tonight, and said that we would pick it back up tomorrow.

The twins ended up sharing a bed, while you and Grace had shared the other. It's not like you and Josh haven’t slept by one another before. You had passed out on the pull out sofa bed in their basement a few times when you’d stay over late working on a project. But Jake didn’t want to make Grace uncomfortable.

➳

The next day filming had picked up, but Jake was in a mood as he was tired of filming the same scene for the past hour.

“Well Jacob if you’d actually put effort into it. We wouldn’t have to keep shooting this take!” Josh threw his hands up in frustration.

“How about we take a lunch break!” You suggested taking your headphones off.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” Jake huffed grabbing his things, “You want to hit that Sub shop Grace?”

She nodded in agreement following Jake, leaving you and Josh to yourselves. Josh had put some things away grabbing a microwave.

“Joshua, what are you doing with the damn microwave?” You crossed your arms staring at him.

“I want to make stir fry. And I’m not trying to burn the room down, so to the hallway we go!” He made his way to the door, but he could open it considering his hands were full. So you opened the door, following behind him with your camera and other supplies.

Deciding to sprint to be in front of him, you took a picture of him with the microwave. “You’re something else Kiszka.” You giggled, getting to the end of the hallway. He plugged the microwave into the outlet, preparing the meal he had planned.

“Is this even going to be any good?” You gave him a concerning look.

“You have to live on the edge, a little mama.” He chuckled, mixing it together and placing it into the microwave, turning it on and setting it to whatever time and power he had it set as.

“Sir, what are you doing?” One of the maids had questioned him.

“Just making a five star meal. Care for some?” He smiled.

“You can’t do that out here. Why is it even out of the room?” She had questioned him, with her arms crossed.

“What do you mean? It was already out here.” He played a great character.

“Sir, I can assure you that is the room microwave you need to put it back in its rightful place. Or I will have to report you to the hotel staff.” She huffed watching him.

“It’s almost done cooking. It’ll be out of the way shortly.” Josh replied, smirking.

“I suggest you take it back now.” She then started to walk away to clean a room. Josh sat there letting it continue to cook.

“Josh, she seemed pretty serious.” You looked at him with worry.

“Sunshine, you need to liven it up!” He chuckled softly, as the microwave went off he unplugged it and walked back to the room with it.

“You Kiszka’s sure have a way…” You giggled softly, sitting on the bed.

“I can’t tell if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing.” He chuckled softly sitting beside you with his plate, taking a bite he spit it out quickly. “Oh that is mortifying.” He made a gagging face.

“Not so bright Joshy…” You giggled softly.

“Come on, let’s go get some real stir fry.” You patted his back, he nodded, throwing out his creation.

➳

The two of you found a local Japanese restaurant not too far from the hotel. Taking in on dining there, you let Jake and Grace know where the two of you went in case they came back earlier than you two.

“So, the Valentine’s dance is coming up.” Josh had said nervously.

“Yeah, have you asked any special girl?” You smiled softly, taking a sip of your water.

“No, not yet…” He put his head down, like he was ashamed.

“It’s okay Josh, you don’t have to show up with a date. You can just go with friends.” You smiled softly at him.

“Uh actually. Y/N, I was wondering if maybe you would be my date for the Valentine’s dance.” He looked up at you nervously with flushed cheeks.

“You want me to be your date?” You smiled as your cheeks became a tinted pink.

He nodded, smiling softly, “Yeah. I’d really like it if you would?”

“Yeah, I’ll be your date…” You trailed off with a smile, giving him a small reassuring nod.

He smiled, chuckling softly, “I thought I was gonna walk out of here like a sore loser if you said no.”

“I would never say no to you Josh…”

February 2014

It was Friday, school was a complete drag the past week. They had a spirit week in honor of the Valentine’s dance tonight. Ever since Josh had asked you to be his date, the two of you had been inseparable. You had been working on the last touches of the short film you worked on together. It was nearing completion but Josh decided that the two of you should take this week off from editing, since the dance was taking up a majority of the time.

You had joined the student council prior to Christmas break, and helped the council decorate and plan the dance. It was senior year after all, you had to make some memories while living the last of your childhood. Josh knew how much it meant to you to partake in this, since you were never able to do much like this before.

You had been getting ready at home, finishing the last touches of your hair and makeup. You kept your makeup rather simple, not doing too much of a glam look, and your hair had some loose curls.

You went to your closet pulling your dress off from the hanger, it was an indigo dress that rested against your knees and had some slight rhinestone embellishments on the edges of the dress. You slipped it on looking at yourself in the mirror, content with your look you put your heels on and grabbed your small satchel heading downstairs.

Josh was at the bottom of the stairs waiting for you with your parents and sister.

“You look absolutely stunning.” Your mom beamed.

“You look amazing, sweetie.” Your dad chimed in, agreeing with your mother.

Your sister smiled, clapping her hands together. She opted on staying home instead of going to the dance tonight. She was in the same grade as Sam and Danny and you have tried multiple times to get her to hang out with them.

“You look beautiful, Sunshine.” Josh came in front of you holding a beautiful white rose assortment corsage, with a boutineer to go with it.

You smiled softly in response.

“You look dashing.”

Your mom smiled coming over to aid the two of you with putting his boutineer on. Then Josh slipped your corsage onto your wrist.

“Okay! In front of the fireplace, we have to get pictures of you two.” Your mom beamed, as your father ushered you into the living room. Josh and yourself stood in front of the fireplace, as he placed his hand on the small of your back you felt butterflies in your stomach placing your arm around his back. You both posed and smiled for the millions of pictures your mother insisted on taking. Then took a couple with your parents.

“Guys it's not even prom, it's just a regular dance!” You giggled softly after taking enough pictures.

“Yes you’re right dear, but it’s your senior year!” Your mom beamed at you.

“We should really get going, otherwise we’ll be late…” You looked at the time.

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’m late to a function!” Josh chuckled softly, you giggled in agreement.

“Yeah, but I think for once you should be on time.” You smirked and started to head to the door with him.

Before leaving your father gave Josh a whole spiel on his rules and when to have you home by. Typical dad move, but he just wanted to be in good hands.

“Dad, he’s a good guy. Besides I think Mrs.Kiszka would be on him if he didn’t abide by your rules.” You giggled softly as Josh nodded.

“Yeah, my mom would have my butt canned.”

The two of you then left your house, he opened the passenger side to his car letting you get in before he closed it getting to his side. Once you buckle your seatbelt he had gotten into the car buckling himself in the driving over.

After arriving, Josh had parked next to Jake’s car. Jake had gotten out and let his date out of the passenger side. He had asked Valerie to be his date, she was more than thrilled when he had asked her. Valerie was this sweet junior who was a part of the cheerleading squad and Jake was absolutely crushing on her.

“You guys look amazing!” You smiled at them, hugging Jake and then Val.

“You guys look great too!” Jake beamed.

“Well we should head in, it’s freezing out here.” Josh had motioned for everyone to make their way, as he kept his hand on the small of your back.

Once you entered the high school gymnasium there was a photo station off to the left, then a table for water and punch.

“Do you want some punch?” Josh looked over at you.

“Yeah, I’d like some.” You smiled.

“Grab a table and I’ll meet you there.” He wandered off to the refreshment table as you made way to a small table in the corner. Jake and Val had already ventured to the dance floor, making the most of their night.

Josh had returned with two cups of punch, setting yours down in front of you on the table, he smiled softly at you.

“My lady.” He chuckled softly, sliding into the chair beside you.

“Well thank you kind sir.” You giggled softly, taking a sip of the punch.

“You guys did really well with planning all of this.” He smiled, taking a sip of his punch.

“Thank you, I was nervous they weren’t going to like my ideas…” You slouched a bit - suddenly feeling a wave of nervousness hit you.

“Are you kidding! Sunny you are brilliant. Who wouldn’t like your ideas?” He smiled softly at you, you returned a smile as your cheeks flushed.

After conversing for a bit, the two of you decided to hit the dance floor joining Jake and Val. You guys had danced the night away, laughing and acting like complete idiots. But it’s all you ever wanted at this moment.

The DJ then turned things slow for a remainder of the evening starting off with All of Me by John Legend. Josh had you pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Smiling softly at him, you giggled to yourself softly.

“What is it, Sunshine?” He chuckled softly, catching your giggle.

“Nothing…” You blushed, placing your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as the two of you swayed.

“Your heart is beating rather fast Josh…”

You giggled and turned to look up at him, he then moved his one hand to caress your face.

“Y/N…”

You looked at his face, he licked his lips nervously.

“Yeah Josh…”

He studied your face, before zoning in closer he then pressed his soft plush lips against yours.

‘Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you’

You were taken by surprise, but immediately kissed him back softly letting your lips move in sync. Soaking in this moment together. After a moment the two of you pulled away, smiling while giggling at each other.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long…” He shook his head, sighing softly.

“I think you should do it again.” You smiled brightly at him - he then captured your lips once more with his, giving a few little pecks before detaching his lips from yours.

“Y/N… I. Well, what I’m trying to ask.”

“Yes, Josh. I’ll be your girlfriend.” You giggled softly, rubbing his arm to soothe his nerves.

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to be continued

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Curtis and Honey Autumn This Or That 🍂

Week Seven: Warm Blankets or Cozy Mugs

Summary- 1.3k Curtis x Plus!Sized Reader. Curtis is struggling with the cold season approaching and you pick up on it.

Warnings- Curtis dealing with his childhood trauma.

A/N- I absolutely loved this chapter. I hope you all do too. Thank you so much for reading and continuing to share and support them. We are slowly coming to a wrap with this series, only one week left after this. Again, Thank You for everything! Happy Reading.

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Curtis liked many things in life and being cold wasn’t one of them. He hated it more than he could describe, it brought up memories that continued to haunt him after all these years. 

Him as a toddler with blue lips while stuck in the car, the winter storm howling and frosting the windows while he cried for someone, anyone to hear him as the car horn blared into the darkness. Whenever his few memories of that accident take hold, the biggest one was how cold he was till the car was found. 

Sometimes it made it a bit difficult when he was with you because you loved the chill, the way it felt when you breathed it in, the bite on your skin, or how puffs of steam would billow from you when you first stepped out. Sometimes your brightest smiles would appear when you felt the cold in the air. You remarked so many times how the first freezing of autumn was the start of Jack Frost coming for a visit.

But you also didn’t miss the wince in Curtis’s features at the mention of it, how he frowned a bit at the picture window where frost was inching along the edges of the glass in delicate patterns, beautiful but a reminder of how cold it will get soon. 

“This all makes you unhappy, doesn’t it?” You had questioned him that day, his response a mere shrug of his shoulder while a bit of sadness made his eyes cloud up. He didn’t really want to tell you, but the way you asked with all that concern in your expression like you wanted to make it better for him. 

“The bitter cold, yes… it brings up many memories from the accident. But Honey Girl, don’t let me spoil how excited and happy it makes you.” The sadness in his gaze cleared, a soft affectionate one coming in its place.”Besides, you make it better, you love it enough for the both of us.” You ended up wrapping him in a hug, wanting that sad part of his past to feel loved, just as much as the rest of him was. 

And he did, Curtis had no doubt about what you felt for him. 

Now it was back, no snow but the earth was going to sleep, preparing for the day snow would arrive. Edgar bustled into the office where Curtis was sorting the paperwork Tanya had given him earlier, shivering. “Fucking blistering cold, christ it gets earlier and earlier every damn year.” 

“Ain’t nothing gonna stop it.” Tanya motioned for Edgar to make himself a cup of coffee she just brewed. “Might as well get ready for it.” 

Curtis growled a bit, signing off on the last of the paperwork stating all the costs of repairs they just performed. “I don’t think you can ever just get ready for it, no matter what you do.” He snapped, Edgar and Tanya glancing at each other knowingly. 

No matter how hard he tried, sometimes the grumpiness he felt seeped through. It came and went but his friends had learned to give him space at this time. 

So the day went rather quickly, getting as much done of the engine Edgar and him were working on, taking breaks in Tanya’s office where she was sure to keep them supplied with fresh hot coffee and snacks, and finally ending the day as the sky had started to get dark with the early sunsets of the season. Edgar had rushed out for a date with Yona, but Tanya stuck around to lock up with Curtis. 

Curtis had been quiet most of the day, well aware none of them deserved his sullen mood, it was enough to make him attempt to shift it. It wasn’t all bad, you were at the house and that made the heaviness in his chest lighten a bit. “Hey…” Curtis said, catching Tanya’s attention while she was getting on her jacket. “Thanks for today, and everything, you know we wouldn’t function without you here.” 

Tanya worried features lightened, reaching over to hug Curtis in a thank you. “Someone’s gotta take care of you boy’s. Now get on home and you let Y/N take care of you tonight, okay? You need it sometimes too Baby.” She cupped his face in her palms, motherly in her actions. “Promise me.” 

“Okay, okay… I will have a nice quiet evening and come back in a better mood tomorrow, m’kay?” 

“Good.” She patted his cheek with a smile. “See you tomorrow.” 

Once Curtis arrived home, he raced from the warm interior of the truck into his lit up house, already in a better mood now that he was home. 

Stomping his boots in the entrance way to clear the railroads dust off them, he kicked them off near the garage entrance to glance around. “Honey, where are you?” 

“Living room, I got something for you!” You called from across the house, making him hurry out of his jacket and go wash his hands real quick before he wandered down the darkened hallway towards the brightly lit living room. 

He wasn’t expecting to find a blanket fort built in the middle of his living room and inside of it was the softest glow of lights.. Moving to a squat in the entrance he peered inside to see that you had fairy lights you strung up around the blankets, you sat deep inside on the cushions, beckoning him inside. “What are you waiting for Curtis.” You reached over to grab his sweater, tugging him to crawl inside. 

“For an invitation of course.” He laid on his side next to you, admiring the blanket fort you must have spent some considerable time on. “But this is perfect, I’m never leaving.” Inside it was warm and cozy, you tugged off his beanie and tossed it back out the door, cupping his face in your hands and kissing him deeply, welcoming him home. 

“No leaving tonight, we’re hibernating in here… get out of these clothes and get comfy, I got our blankets all warmed up to cuddle under and this.” You dragged over a basket of snacks you must have picked up on your way to his house. “As well as this.” You produced your laptop, having the first Lord of the Rings films queued up to the beginning. 

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He pulled up enough to strip out of his clothes, you tossed them out one at a time from the fort since ‘tonight is all about comfort and pants weren’t it’ till he was just in his boxers and you were spreading blankets over the two of you. 

Fresh blankets, smelling of clean laundry detergent and warm in a way that made Curtis melt into them. You made him shift down a bit, letting him lay against you so you could rub the wide expanse of his back while the movie started playing. 

The warm blankets made him sleepy, content and comfy laying on the livingroom floor with you in your big wide blanket fort, the sounds of the movie so familiar that he didnt even have to pay that much attention to it to know what was happening. “How did you know I needed this?” He finally asked, having his suspicions and you hummed above him, your hand soothing against the back of his neck and rubbing the now warm shell of his ear affectionately. 

“When we talked at lunch time, you seemed so unhappy Curtis, I kinda just guessed that today was a rough day for you. Besides, we deserve a blanket fort date, we never had one before.”

“I vote we have more of these.” Curtis said honestly, hugging his arms around your waist a bit more as you pulled the blankets higher around the two of you, cozy in your little cocoon for the night. 

“That can be arranged.” 

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Wicked Game - Edgar Bright x Reader (Ikemen Revolution)

A/N: Part of Visions of Temptation 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore

Pairing: Edgar Bright x Reader

Prompt: Day 10 - cockwarming

Word Count: 745

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; cockwarming; public sex; dirty talk; praise kink; sex against the wall; quickie; creampie; female-bodied reader ("good girl" is said)

“I thought I told you to be quiet,” Edgar growled, his hot breath tickling your skin.

Wriggling on his lap, you tilted your head to meet his. “How do you expect me to stay quiet with your….oh, there’s too many people here,” you muttered through gritted teeth, your voice low, hoping no one nearby could hear you. Averting your gaze, you were unable to finish your sentence out loud – that Edgar’s cock was buried deep inside you.

“You look so beautiful when you make that face.” Edgar caressed your warm cheeks with his thumb; your eyes closed at his touch. Soft and gentle, you loved the feeling of Edgar’s fingers on your skin.

“Let’s play a game,” he whispered, his eyes alight with mischief. “First one to moan is the loser. Winner picks the prize.”

Without waiting for your acceptance of the terms of the game, Edgar wrapped his arm around your waist, his fingers splayed across your belly. “How deep inside do you think I am?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His thumb traced a line just below your belly button. “Do you think I am this deep?”

You struggled to stay silent as he continued to tease you, his fingers coaxing the flames inside your core to burn brighter. Not ready to go down without fighting, you squeezed his cock within your walls, hoping he would show his frustration. 

“Nice try,” he whispered, his lips hovering above the soft slope of your shoulder. Clearly at an advantage, his tongue darted out, tasting your sweet skin before pressing his lips against you in a biting kiss. He tightened his grip around your waist, pulling your body closer to his, providing just enough friction to make you moan.

Without a word, he shifted your body, removing his cock from your core so gracefully the partygoers were none the wiser. He took your hand, nudging you to stand up, and with a wicked grin, led you down the hallway.

“That was an evil, wicked game you played, Edgar,” you pouted, the party now a quiet buzz in the background.

He  covered your mouth with his, silencing you. “I won, my rules.” He pushed you roughly against the nearby wall; his free hand hiking up your skirt.

Pushing your panties to the side, he slid a finger inside you. He grinned at you as he withdrew his hand. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he licked your arousal clean off his fingers. "Looks like you're just as excited as I am."

You nodded your head, words escaping you as your knees went weak. In a flash, he freed his erection; the layers of your skirt lifted, Edgar spread your legs, preparing you for his cock.

He shoved his thick length inside you in one hard push, your cries muffled by his mouth. 

“I'll have to fuck you properly later,” he said as he began to thrust inside you, “but for now, it will have to be quick.”

Edgar was merciless as he railed you, impaling you on his cock over and over again. You knew you wouldn't last long at his brutal pace. 

“Good girl,” he praised, guiding your legs around his waist, allowing him to penetrate deeper. “You feel so good,” he groaned against your skin, his mouth nibbling on your neck. 

Your body was on fire and no one could save you but Edgar.

Your eyelids drifted closed as his hips pounded against yours; he was so rough, so raw, you relished how he was ravaging your body. Your lips parted, his name repeated over and over as the fires inside continued to consume your body.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his lips dangerously close to your mouth. “I’m so close.” He took your hand in his, pressing your arm against the wall as he began to tremble inside you, your body already wracked with pleasure.

“I hope you're ready for a big load,” he said as he came deep inside you. You bit your lip, suppressing your cries of passion as you came on his cock.

“That's my good girl,” he whispered, easing you off his softening cock. He withdrew something from his jacket pocket, your body too blissed out to notice or care what he held in his hand. 

That is, until he gently pushed a bullet shaped plug inside you.

“Don't want you making a mess at the party,” he teased as he took your hand, guiding you back to the party.

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Wednesday and Enid's Children: Harmony and Ana Addams in "Dreams Come True"

A Fanfiction Tale by Yours Truly, with Art by: @annietheartsyartist

Story Summary: Wednesday and Enid's twin daughters: Harmony and Ana have always grown up in a home full of love, affection... and torture rooms and deadly animals. However they've always depended on their two mothers to guide them on their path. But while on a class field trip, both teenage girls finally begin to forge a new path for themselves on their own. For Harmony, she begins to contemplate whether or not she and her girlfriend: Megan are ready to take their romantic relationship to the next level. For Ana... she adopts a cat, and begins a career as a bounty hunter. Pretty much the same thing though, right? ;)

DREAMS COME TRUE

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." It is a quote by Edgar Allen Poe shared to me by my mother, which I never forgot. My name is Harmony Addams, and all my life I was raised to be the best at everything I did. My mother: Wednesday Addams most notably always pushed me to be more and more self-sufficient, to be as intelligent as possible, and to never show weakness. While there have been moments in my life where I felt like giving up, I always kept going thanks to the ultimate light in my life - my girlfriend Megan. She's been my long time best friend, my other half, and my everything. Wanting to be her girlfriend was the easiest decision of my life. However... deciding if we were ready to become something much more... that was much more difficult; due to my perception of if I was ready: feeling as visible as a dream within a dream. However... one night... my dreams finally came true, and my perceptions: one with reality. But I'm getting ahead of myself. This tale of love and passion actually begins the last way you'd ever expect...

A giant minitoar like monster that was wearing a large black coat: roared loudly as it walked towards a populated city. Then suddenly from the ground - a giant robot raven, spider, and piranha emerged. The three animal robots then transformed and combined into a giant human shaped robot. In the cockpit of the giant robot was Harmony Addams, along with her sister: Ana, and her girlfriend: Megan. Harmony grinned as she said, "All right Gothic Ranger Megazord. Attack!" The giant robot then began to brawl against the giant minitoar . After many blows were exchanged, the monster pushed the giant robot down to the ground. Then Ana said, "Aw man. We need the Gothic Sword now!" Then the giant robot pulled out a sword and swung it at the minitour monster. The sword then tore away the monster's black coat... revealing it was wearing brown lingerie. A wide eyed and surprised Megan then said, "The monster is wearing lingerie!?" The monster then had an embarrassed look on its' face and tried to turn away. Then a determined Harmony yelled, "Quick! While it's experiencing body shame; attack with full power!"

Then the giant robot had it's sword get powered up... and then it swung it hard at the minitoar monster; causing it to explode. The monster was instantly destroyed, while it's lingerie exploded into many scraps as well. An impressed looking Ana said, "Wow. Exploding lingerie. Didn't think I'd see that this morning." A smiling Harmony then said, "Great work team!" Then Harmony, Ana, and Megan climbed out of their giant robot. From nearby, Enid ran over to three girls and said, "Wow! You girls saved the city! That was amazing! But... where in the world did you all find the materials to build a giant robot?" Then Harmony and Megan glanced at each other for a second, and then both looked at Enid as they casually said, "Found it."

Several days later: Harmony, Ana, Megan, and many other Nevermore Academy students were sitting on a bus that was traveling down a long road. As Enid sat near the front of the bus, she smiled while saying, "Okay guys. We should be arriving at our destination soon." A smiling Ana then said, "Oh yeah. Spending the weekend at a five star mountain lodge! I so totally deserve this." Then Megan casually said, "Yeah. I mean after we saved the city from that monster, it was totally nice of the mayor to give our entire class an all-expense paid vacation." Then Ana leaned back in her seat and put on a pair of sunglasses as she casually said, "No. I mean I totally deserve this for just existing. I should be receiving this kind of treatment all of the time because I'm awesome!" Then Harmony raised an eyebrow as she said, "You do realize that me and Megan did all the work putting those robots together, right? You only got up from your chair when it was time to finally use them." Then as Ana continued to lean back, she said, "Hey. I was supervising." Then Harmony squinted her eyes as she said, "You were watching Tik Tok videos the entire time we built that thing." Then Ana in a mater of fact tone said, "Yeah. I was supervising while I was watching Tik Tok videos. Multi-tasking is hard."

Then a Latina teenager who was sitting nearby said, "Well Harmony, you and Megan are the real power team in our book. You both are heroes, you get the best grades of anyone in school, and you were both voted Queen and Queen of the school dance. How do you both do it?" Then Megan smiled as she held Harmony's hand while saying, "Well Emmy... we always lift each other up and support one another. That's part of it anyway. I mean... we've been best friends, and sort of a couple since we were six years old. We've always had each other's back." Then another girl on the bus with dark hair immediately said, "Awww! That's so cute! You too have been together like your whole lives. So, are the two coolest girls in school gonna one day be the coolest brides after they graduate from school?" Suddenly many other teenagers on the bus began to look interested, while Harmony and Megan suddenly began to look nervous. Harmony then cautiously said, "Well Sophia... the future isn't written yet... so lets just wait and see."

As many teenagers from Nevermore Academy walked into a large mountain lodge building, Enid walked behind them as she loudly said, "Okay everyone. You got an hour to get situated in your rooms before we go on our nature hike. And remember - just because you all each get a room to yourselves, don't use that an excuse to be doing any drugs or alcohol. Miss Wednesday might not be here with us on this trip, but I still have the heightened smell of someone with werewolf DNA, so don't try anything!" Nearby, Harmony was carrying several bags alongside Megan. The two then walked into a bedroom together as Megan said, "Well, here's the room I'm staying in. Thanks for helping me carry all my stuff in Harmony."

Harmony smiled as she said, "No problem. What's with all the stuff you got in these bags though?" An excited Megan then said, "Oh. Mountains are the best place to set up special antennas to try to intercept radio stations from far away. It's something I used to do with my dad a lot when I was little. I know most radio stations are online now; but it's the challenge of intercepting them that's fun. I was planning to mess around with this stuff after the party tonight." Harmony sat down with Megan on her bed as she said, "That sounds cool. I should join you for that after the party is over." Then Megan gently touched Harmony's hand as she slowly said, "Well... if you want... you could spend the whole night with me... and maybe we could have a lot more fun than just listening to the radio." Harmony suddenly looked nervous as she said, "I... um..."

Then suddenly Ana walked into the room wearing thin armor around most of her body (along with pink and blue highlights on her neck length dark hair) as she said, "What's up peoples. Just a warning. Don't talk to the junior lifeguard working at the indoor pool. I tried chatting with him just now while trying to gather intel on the local mafia gangs, but I think he somehow thought I was flirting with him, and tried to ask me to spend the night with him in his bedroom. I mean… yuck! I'm never having sex till I'm married. Don't need all that drama right now at this stage of my life." A confused Megan then said, "Um… okay. But… why are you wearing armor all over your body?" Then Ana looked at herself for a moment, and then looked at Harmony and Megan as she casually said, "Why not?"

Later that day, Enid was leading the Nevermore Academy students through the woods as she said, "Okay everyone. The lake should be right up ahead." Soon the group saw a large lake near a waterfall surrounded by many trees. With a big smile, Enid said, "Okay. Make sure you can always see at least two other people from the group wherever you are. Aside from that, spread out and have some fun." Then Ana stood in front of the group (still wearing her armor) as she said, "And if anyone is missing something, or needs to enact retribution against someone who wronged them... just talk to me." A confused looking Enid then said, "Ana, what are you doing?" Then Ana casually said, "Oh, I'm a bounty hunter now. I'm testing it out as a career path. It seems like a cool type of self-employment I could really get into."

A short time later, many of the Nevermore Academy students were hanging out near the lake and swimming in it. Enid sat under a tree nearby watching the students as she smiled. From nearby, Harmony walked over and sat next to Enid. Harmony made a little sigh, as a concerned Enid said, "What's wrong Harmony? Why aren't you hanging out with Megan?" A slightly worried Harmony then said, "Well... it's because... I'm a little nervous about talking to her. You see... she brought up something with me earlier, and... I'm not sure how to respond." Enid made a little smile as she said, "Well... you and Megan have been close for years now. It can't be that difficult to talk about." Harmony looked down, and then said, "She... she wants us to have sex... and I'm not sure what to say to her." Enid looked surprised for a moment, but then calmly said, "Well... how do you feel?" Harmony then began to fiddle with her fingers as she kept her eyes focused on the ground while saying, "I really love Megan mom. Like... I really, really, really love her. But... the biggest thing I'm worried about is... what if we break up one day? I know it would really hurt inside if it happened... but I think it would hurt a lot more if we broke up after having a sexual relationship. But me and her have known each other a long time... but people do change when they become adults, and... Uuugh! I don't know what to do or even think!"

Enid then looked right at Harmony as she made a little smile while saying, "Well first Harmony... thank you for coming to me with this. I am so proud of you for turning to anyone for help at trying to figure this out, and I am so honored you chose me to be the one you talked to. Now with that being said... don't feel wrong for having conflicted thoughts. Choosing to have sex with anyone is something that shouldn't be taken lightly. It does have a huge impact on your feelings and emotions, and you do need to consider the consequences to your actions and if the timing is right." Harmony then sighed and said, "So... am I about to hear the part now where you tell me I should wait to have sex until I get married?" Enid looked down, sighed, and then said, "I should tell you that, and I'd prefer if you did wait... but if you didn't... know that I would never look down upon you... considering I lost my virginity when I was even younger than you.

Harmony began to have her fingers make lines in the dirt near her feet, while she said, "So... when do you now think is the right time to have sex or get married? Is it when I graduate from high school? Graduate from college? When I get a steady job? When I become a manager of a company? When I become very wealthy?" Then Enid with a look of certainty in her face said, "Harmony... if you're asking me: when is the perfect time in your life to take your relationship to the next level... that day is never going to come. Times will never be 100 percent perfect for you." Then Harmony began to look more nervous as she said, "But... you and mother taught me to always aim to succeed, to never fail, to always be exceptional, to be perfect..." Then Enid interrupted Harmony as she said, "Yes, we always wanted you to aim to succeed and be your best... but no one is perfect." Harmony began to look a bit more nervous as she said, "But... I can't mess things up with Megan. I can't. I mean... we're both the top two students on the Honor Roll, the Queen and Queen of the Raven Dace... we're practically role models to our peers. I feel like if I make any mistake now... especially a mistake in my relationship with my Megan... I'll be ruining my entire reputation, my entire legacy, my entire life, and even hurt others around me."

Enid looked away for a moment... but then looked at Harmony once again while saying, "When your mother and I taught you and your sister how to face adversity while growing up, we weren't just teaching you both how to navigate through problems the world would throw at you... we were also teaching you both how to navigate through problems you would inevitably unintentionally throw at yourselves. Harmony... you're going to make mistakes sometimes... and that's okay. It's all about what you do after those mistakes that matters most. You know... your mother and I didn't let the shame of our past dictate our identities, or our love lives. I mean your mother wasn't able to tell that the first teenage boy she ever kissed was a murderous Hyde... until five seconds after... but still, she didn't let the shame of opening up her heart to the wrong person destroy herself or her self-respect she had. As for me... I was left behind by the first person I first had sex with... but I didn't let that experience destroy my ability to be open to finding someone else. The point I'm trying to make is... you may make a mistake in who you choose to be in a romantic relationship with, you may make a mistake in who you choose to marry, and you may make a mistake in who you choose to have sex with... but you have to be okay with the fact that you might mess up, and try to have a plan for what's going to happen if things do get messed up."

Harmony sighed again, as she closed her eyes briefly and then said, "So... what do you think I should do?" Enid looked down as she said, "Well... unlike Wednesday and Tyler, or me and my first lover... you and Megan have been together a long time. That means something. But it's up to you two together to decide how slow or fast you take things." Then a worried Harmony said, "What if we take things too fast?" With a calm loving voice, Enid then said, "Then you accept the consequences to whatever you did, and do your best with whatever the situation is. And if that causes some people to look down upon you... that'll be sad... but know that me, your mother, and the rest of our family will continue to support you no matter what." Then Harmony said, "And... what happens if we take things too slow? Is there a point where me and Megan wait too long?"|

Enid looked hesitant for a moment, and then said, "Harmony... a part of me wants to keep you my pure innocent little girl forever. However... you're growing up and changing... and I know you're going to start exploring your feelings, and I know you're going to find a way to explore your sexuality whether I like it or not. Again, a part of me does really want you to delay considering taking your relationship with Megan to the next level for a very long time. However... there's something important I've never told you before, that I've always been uncertain of telling you... but I think you should know." A curious looking Harmony looked right at Enid as she said, "What is it?"

Enid kept her face turned slightly away from Harmony as she said, "Well... shortly before you and your sister were conceived... your mother and I had our first dealings with visitors from another part of the multiverse. Two girls one day appeared through a dimensional rift and literally fell into our lives. One of those two visitors was a girl who was supposed to be a potential daughter I could've had in another universe. She actually looked a lot like you (and also a little bit like your sister too), but there were still some differences. However, the other girl we met... looked just like Megan. She had a different name... but the thing is: that alternate universe daughter I met... the girl who looked a lot like you... she told me that she was in love with her best friend; essentially: Megan's doppelganger... but for her it was too late. She thought she had more time... but in the end, she didn't. Look... I'm not telling you to move fast. I want you to slow down when it comes to how your relationship progresses... but... if you had met that sort of doppelganger of yours, and asked her for advice... I know she would tell that while you shouldn't take things too fast... you shouldn't waste time either... because you never know when you might lose someone."

Harmony took a long deep breath, and then said, "Okay. Thanks mom." Enid nodded her head, and then said, "Any time. But please... be as responsible and safe as possible with any choice you make... and speaking of which... when we get back to the building, I have a bunch of items to give you just in case. I've got water based lubricants, dental dams, lots of sanitary wipes, and birth control pills to give you." A confused Harmony then said, "Wait. Megan is a girl. How is she going to get me pregnant?" Enid rolled her eyes and said, "Hey. I thought the same thing with your mother. And then she surprised me with a rare magical plant she ingested that apparently changed all the rules of human biology without telling me. Trust me. You're gonna wanna play it as safe as possible."

That evening: Harmony was walking down a hallway in the mountain lodge while wearing a long sleeveless black dress, and had her blonde hair in braids. Suddenly though, Harmony saw Ana (still wearing her armor) carrying a small kitten with brown and white fur down the hallway. Harmony stopped, and looked confused as she said, "Ana... what is that?" Ana then casually said, "Oh. It's a small abandoned kitten I found in the woods while I was trying to do my first bounty hunter job. I waited around trying to see if the kitten had a mother or owner, but no one came. So I've decided to adopt this little guy and name him: Stormageddon the Conqueror. He'll be my apprentice and join me on all of my bounty hunter missions from now on; because if there's anything that binge watching The Mandalorian has taught me: it's that bounty hunters make the perfect care givers. So anyway, I know there's going to be a little dance going on in the party room tonight; but I'm about to head out to... Wait a minute! Hold on Harmony. Your bedroom is on the other side of the building, and you're not walking towards the party room. What are you doing over here?" Harmony began to look more nervous as she said, "Well..."

Ana then giggled as she said, "Oh, I see. You're heading to Megan's room for a fun sleepover." Harmony sighed, and then in a worried voice said, "Look. I don't need you making fun of me. I know you said that it's better if I wait until marriage to..." Then Ana interrupted Harmony and said, "Whoa! I didn't say you should wait till marriage. I said that I should. That's because I'm not sharing my body with anyone until they sign a legal document binding themselves to me; with an addendum that states if they ever cheat on me, or break up with me, or even flirt with someone else online: I get everything. It's part of my master plan to get rich. A lot of guys may be after just one thing, but I'll take advantage of their hormones to get everything. However you don't need that kind of system in place with Megan. You two are perfect for each other. Now if you excuse me; I have to give Stormageddon the Conqueror a bath, before we go on our first secret mission." Ana then walked away with her kitten, while Harmony made a little smile... and then walked over to Megan's bedroom.

Harmony stood wearing her dress as she knocked on the door to Megan's bedroom. Megan then answered the door and immediately paused as she looked at Harmony, just as Harmony paused to look at Megan. Megan's dark hair was currently in it's naturally curly state, and she was wearing red lipstick on her lips, and was also wearing a long sleeveless red dress. Megan then finally broke her pause as she said, "Oh. Hey Harmony." Harmony looked a bit nervous as she said, "Hey Megan. Um... I was hoping to see you at the party, but when you weren't there; I decided to come here and talk to you. Can I come in?" Megan nodded her head, and then Harmony stepped into the bedroom.

As Megan closed the door behind her, Harmony said, "So... I see you got dressed up still." Megan looked nervous as she said, "Yeah. I was intending to go to the party. But... after getting all my make up on... I started to feel nervous about going." Harmony sighed, and then said, "Look Megan. I just want you to know that..." Then Megan interrupted Harmony as she said, "No. Let me speak first. Harmony... I'm sorry that I tried to make you feel pressured to do something with me that you're not ready to. It's just... you mean everything to me. I mean, ever since I gave you that Valentine's Day card in kindergarten and you kissed me on the cheek... I knew you were the one. And as I've gotten older... you're still the only one for me. My feelings for you are just so strong that I just want to give everything I am to you."

Harmony smiled as she took Megan's hand and looked into her eyes as she said, "Megan... if I've seemed nervous about us taking our relationship to the next level... it's only due to how much I love you. I don't want to make any mistake that could hurt our relationship, and I especially don't want to unintentionally do anything that hurts you. However... I believe that if we make a mistake... we'll find a way to fix things up, or simply grow from what happens together... because our love is strong... which is why... I'm ready to make love with you Megan... right here... and right now." With a look of pure joy on her face: Megan said, "You mean it?" Harmony then took out from her pocket: a corsage with white flowers, and red and pink ribbons. Harmony then attached the corsage to Megan's right wrist, and then nodded her head as she said, "I do."

Harmony and Megan then embraced one another and kissed as they immediately wrapped their arms around one another. As they kissed though, both teenage girls slowly began to move their hands down the other's body... and then up the other's dress. The two both stopped their kiss to look at the other in the eyes. Megan smiled and nodded her head. Harmony smiled and nodded back. Then... Harmony pulled off her black dress, as Megan took off her long red dress. Both teenage girls were now standing in just their underwear while smiling. The two then put their hands behind the backs, as they began to remove their undergarments. The breathing of the young women began to get faster and deeper in anticipation for what was about to happen. Then... both Harmony and Megan were completely naked before one another.

Harmony suddenly began to look a bit nervous as she said, "Do I look nice?" Megan made a big smile as she said, "Harmony... you are nothing short of perfectly beautiful. Now hold on. Let me put this beautiful corsage on a shelf, so it doesn't get damaged." Megan took off her corsage, and then crawled onto the bed and placed her corsage on a shelf over the bed. As Megan reached up: she kept her left knee on the bed, while putting her right foot on the bed three feet ahead of it. As this occurred, Harmony giggled a bit. Megan turned her head slightly to the right (to look at Harmony) as she smiled while saying, "What?" Harmony sighed as she said, "It's just... right now... you look nothing short of perfectly beautiful as well." Megan made a happy smile as she looked at Harmony.

Harmony then eventually got onto the bed, and used some wipes she had to clean her lower regions briefly, while Megan watched. Harmony then put one closed fist below her chin, and made a sexy smile; causing Megan's heart rate to increase.  Soon Megan sat on the bed, and then Harmony sat right in front of her. The two just gazed upon the other's nude beauty for a moment... and then wrapped their arms around each other. Then in a private moment only the two young women would ever remember... they began to make love. Within moments, two teenage girls lost their virginity to one another as they began explore and pleasure one another in the deepest and most powerful way possible. What was once two souls, then became one that night.

Then once the night of passion concluded: Megan laid on top of Harmony, with Harmony's arms holding Megan close. As the two began to look at one another, suddenly both Harmony and Megan realized that tears were beginning to escape from their eyes. Megan giggled a bit as she said, "Oh great. Now I'm crying." Then a smiling Harmony said, "Well if you're crying, I'm just gonna cry more." The two teenage girls then simply laid together as they hugged one another very tightly; their chins resting on the others' shoulder. Tears continued to come from their eyes, as Megan said, "You make me so happy Harmony. I love you so much!" Harmony squeezed Megan tight, as she said, "I love you so much too. This is like a dream come true." Harmony then moved her head back a bit to look right at Megan in the eyes as she said, "Soul mates. That's you and me. We're soul mates forever. I love you Megan." A happy and content Megan then said, "I love you too Harmony. Now and forever." Then both teenage girls laid on their sides as they continued to hug one another... and eventually the two lovers fell asleep in the others' arms.

The next morning, in her room: Enid was getting the last of her clothing on as she was talking on the phone with Wednesday. As Enid held the phone close to her, she heard Wednesday say, "I assume the students have been giving you no trouble on the weekend trip." Enid smiled as she said, "No. They've actually all been great." Then Enid heard Wednesday say, "Excellent. Then my threats I made upon them worked." Then as Enid put her socks and shoes on, she said, "So... how was Melissa's funeral yesterday?" Enid then heard Wednesday slowly say, "The event caused... emotions... to be felt. However for the most part, it was as pleasing as any other funeral. So... have our children been well?" Enid suddenly began to sound a bit nervous as she said, "Oh. Well... Ana is fine. And Harmony is... um... um..." A concerned sounding Wednesday then said, "Enid... what are you not telling me?" Enid sighed, and then said, "It's probably nothing. We'll talk about it when we get home tonight. Anyway, have fun checking in on Wenclair Fashion today. Tell all our old workers that I miss them, will you?" Then Wednesday in a cold voice say, "I won't." Then Wednesday hung up the phone.

Enid then stepped out into the hallway of the lodge she was staying at as she softly said to herself, "Okay Enid. Just calm down. Yes, Harmony had a long talk with you about potentially having sex with her girlfriend yesterday. And then you noticed Harmony leaving the party early last night. But that doesn't mean anything concrete. Despite letting her know that it was her choice, you emphasized several times how important it is to wait. Plus, she still seemed confused and uncertain last time you saw her. I'm sure when I see her this morning, she'll still be her sweet innocent confused little self that definitely did not..."

Then suddenly Enid's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of old rock music being played on a nearby speaker. Then suddenly Harmony slid into the hallway (with her back to Enid) while wearing just a pink button down shirt, white booty shirts, and socks. Then suddenly Harmony turned around (but didn't notice Enid) and held her phone close to her face (like it was a microphone), and then began to dance around with a giant smile on her face while singing, "Just take those old records off the shelf. I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself. Today's music ain't got the same soul. I like that old time rock and roll." Then Harmony began playing air guitar while she jumped up on a couch in the hallway, as she continued to excitedly sing, "Don't try to take me to a disco. You'll never even get me out on the floor. In ten minutes I'll be late for the door. I like that old time rock and roll." Then Harmony fell down on the couch on her back while shaking her legs as she gleefully sang, "Still like that old time rock and roll. That kind of music just soothes the soul. I reminisce about the days of old; with that old time rock and roll."

As all of this occurred, Enid stood with complete shock and horror on her face. Then after a long moment of her body being frozen, Enid finally opened her mouth and said, "Oh God. You actually did it." Harmony suddenly noticed Enid, and then turned off her music and stood up as she said, "Oh. Mom. Um..." Enid stepped forward as she said, "You don't need to tell me Harmony. I know exactly what the happy morning after your first time face looks like." Harmony with a slightly cautious voice said, "Well..." Enid then interrupted Harmony as she said, "You know what... it was your body, and your choice. You're a responsible mature woman, and I trust you. Just... be safe. Anyway, I need to check on the other students now." Enid then walked away, as Harmony looked a bit nervous.

Suddenly Ana popped out from around a corner as she said, "Dude. You got off easy." Harmony jumped up for a second as she said, "Ah! Ana! Where did you come from?" Ana smirked as she said, "Just happened to be close to turning the corner right when that conversation started. Me and Stormageddon the Conqueror just got back from our mission. Check out his new look!" Then Ana held up her kitten, and showed that it was now wearing a small brown vest and a brown top hat with old style goggles on it. A confused looking Harmony then said, "You turned your new pet into a Steam Punk Kitten?" Then Ana casually said, "How else is he supposed to dress? Anyway, you should enjoy the fact that mom acted so chill about your sleepover with Megan. You're gonna have a real peaceful day... until we get home, and mother finds out you totally banged the first weekend she wasn't around."

Harmony suddenly looked nervous as she said, "Oh no. You don't think... I mean... mom was okay with it. So shouldn't mother be chill about it too?" Ana giggled as she said, "Since when is mother chill about anything!? Anyway, I'm gonna go see mom for a minute and say I'm sick." A confused looking Harmony then said, "Are you sick?" Then Ana (in a matter of fact tone) said, "Nah. I'm just gonna fake it so I can skip the activities she has planned for the class today. Once you all are gone, I am heading over to the nearby city with Stormageddon the Conqueror for our next secret mission." A still confused Harmony then said, "But... how are you gonna fake being sick to mom?" Ana smirked as she said, "Easy. You show off clammy hands. It's very non-specific and an easy symptom to pull off. You fake a stomach cramp; and when you're bent over: moaning and wailing - you lick your palms. It's a little childish and stupid... but then so is any form of high school. I know it seems wrong... but I have to go do my thing Harmony, and just have a day off. Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around every once in a while, you could miss it." Then Ana walked away, as Harmony just looked confused.

Wednesday walked into an office where a young man in a t-shirt was sitting. Wednesday looked down at the man, and in a cold voice said, "Hello Mike." The young man: Mike, quickly stood up and said, "Hey Wednesday! Good to have you back!" Mike held out his arms, but Wednesday stepped back while showing great discomfort in her face. Wednesday then went back to having no expression on her face, as she said, "You will address me as Mrs Addams. I may have left my day to day managerial duties when my wife and I departed to begin work at Nevermore Academy. However I am still a majority share holder in this company; so you will address me with the respect that position dictates." Mike nodded his head as he said, "Yeah. Sure. But anyway, I heard you wanna take a tour and check out how the place has been since you left. So follow me, and I'll give you the grand tour."

Mike then led Wednesday into an office space where many workers (in very casual attire) were sitting in front of their computers; while several dogs sat near them. Wednesday then looked very concerned as she said, "Why are there pets with foul odors in this work space?" Mike had a big smile as he said, "Oh. Those aren't pets. They're emotional support animals. They help all our workers feel more at peace while working." Wednesday looked horrified as she said, "Workers aren't supposed to be focused on being at peace while working. They should be be working while working. If the common person feels stressed and undervalued; they can sort out their problems on their own time. In fact... why are so many seats here missing? Where are the other staff?" Then a casual sounding Mike said, "Oh. Well for many of the office staff, we let them work from home now. It lets them work more comfortably and be closer to their families." Then Wednesday with a confused face said, "So in order to improve productivity... you allow workers to be in an environment where they can more easily lounge about without any supervisors around to ensure they're being as efficient as possible... while also putting your workers as close as possible to their family members: the one set of individuals in the world that could be most distracting to them?"

Then a slightly nervous Mike said, "Well... how about we check out the new break room we have. It makes lunch time and coming to work so much more fun for our employees now." Then Mike led Wednesday into a break room, and inside Wednesday saw employees playing at multiple old style arcade game machines that were set up, along with a Ping Pong table and Air Hockey table. Wednesday began to looked mortified as she said, "You've turned this workplace into a play place!?" Mike then casually said, "Just the break room. It creates a fun environment for people to blow off steam, and it builds comradery amongst the staff. We also started a new inner-office social media platform where staff can give uplifting shout-outs to their co-workers, and also share their favorite hobbies with one another." Then Wednesday looked at Mike with anger in her eyes as she said, "Let me get this straight. Employees of the company are encouraged to play games and post on social media while on the clock; all the while they have peers not even present that get to claim they're working all day without any real supervision. How is that beneficial to the growth and efficiency of this company!?"

Mike began to back up looking nervous as he said, "But... we're just creating a positive work environment where people can be themselves." Then Wednesday stepped towards Mike with fury in her eyes as she said, "Yes, I am aware there is this modern belief that everything will be better in the world if we all just: be ourselves. However the problem with the modern workplace environment isn't that people aren't be themselves... rather, it's that they are being themselves. People are selfish, moronic, single minded, and can't stay on task when given the freedom to do things their way. They need the cold, organized, and unrelenting structure of a rigid workplace that forces them to live up to standards higher than their own. So as the majority shareholder of this company: I demand you remove the games, animals, and social media platform from this company at once; and then force everyone to come back to working in the office 40 hours a week. And if you refuse or attempt to have my shares in the company bought out - there is a clause in my contract that allows me to pull my name and endorsements from all advertisements related to any products sold from this business."

A concerned looking Mike then said, "But Mrs Addams...due to the success of your books and the TV series it spawned: that would destroy our business. Please... we've built a work environment that people enjoy now." Then Wednesday looked at Mike with disgust as she said, "People aren't meant to enjoy being at work. They're supposed to be miserable at work. So miserable that they lose any will power to find any other meaning in their pathetic lives beyond working at their jobs, and thus they'll work as hard as possible to get their work done on time so that they don't have to work late at the job they despise. But then due to their misery destroying their self-esteem: they'll lose all will power to do anything enjoyable over the weekend - and thus will be stuck in the cycle of wanting to come back to work, because this is the only pathetic existence they know. That is how you run an efficient workplace. Do I make myself clear!?"

Near a large waterfall and lake, many teenagers from Nevermore Academy were playing in the water. As one teenage girl stood near the top of the waterfall, Enid called out and said, "Hey Emmy! I said no jumping from up there! The water down below isn't that deep and you could get hurt!" As the girl carefully walked away, Megan slowly walked over to a cooler that was near Enid. Enid then turned to get a drink from the cooler at the same time as Megan. Enid and Megan then both paused for a moment as they glanced at one another... and then Enid slowly said, "Oh, hey Megan." Megan looked a bit nervous as she said, "Hi Ms Enid. Um... I'm just getting a drink." Megan then grabbed a drink from the cooler, and began to walk away: when suddenly Enid said, "Megan, wait. I... I don't want things to be awkward between us." Megan then turned to look at Enid as she slowly said, "Well... I don't want that either."

Then Enid sighed and said, "Look. I know that for you and Harmony - your childhood was long ago. However to me... you were both were just little girls yesterday. As much as you both truly have matured so much... this advancement in your relationship sort of feels sudden to me. However... I know I need to accept you both are becoming real women now. It's just gonna take a little time. Do you understand?" Megan nodded her head and said, "Yeah." Enid smiled, as she said, "Good. But with all that being said... I'm proud that neither of you two has ever lied to me about what you both do together... and thank you choosing to love my daughter completely and unconditionally. She deserves the best... so never stop aiming to be that for her." Megan made a little smile as she said, "I will Ms Enid... and thank you."

Megan then walked over with two drinks in her hands and headed to the other side of the lake where Harmony was sitting. As Megan sat down next to her, Harmony said, "Was my mom being awkward with you?" Megan smiled as she said, "No. She's just a parent trying to be helpful... and honestly... that's more than most people have." Harmony then held Ana's hand, and the two girls kissed one another briefly. As the two looked at the lake, Harmony said, "This has become the most perfect weekend ever." Megan smiled as she said, "Yeah. This lake especially is so peaceful and nice. Too bad Ana is missing out on this. What do you think she's doing right now?" Then Harmony casually said, "Probably just wandering around town with her cat. Since she doesn't want mom to know that she left her room though, I'm sure she's laying low and not doing some big crazy stunt that could get her lots of attention."

In the middle of a giant parade that had ten thousand people standing around watching: on top of a large float in the middle of the parade was Ana holding a microphone, as she danced around while singing, "Well shake it up baby now!" Then Ana's kitten jumped up next to her and sang, "Meow, meow, meow, meow!" Then Ana happily sang, "Twist and shout!" Then the kitten happily sang, "Meow, meow, meow!" Then Ana continued to dance to her enthusiastic crowd as she sang, "Come on, come on, come, come on, baby, now!" Then Ana's kitten jumped on Ana's shoulder and loudly sang into the microphone: "Meow, meow, meow!" Then Ana grinned as she said, "Come on and work it on out!" Then Ana's kitten jumped up and down as it sang, "Meow, meow, meow!" Then Ana moved around the float and danced some more as she sang, "Well, work it on out!" Then the kitten continued to sing, "Meow, meow, meow!" Then Ana waved her arms around as she sang, "You know you look so good!" Then the kitten swayed it's head back and forth as it sang, "Meow, meow, meow" Then Ana swayed her head back and forth as she sang, "You know you got me goin' now." Then the kitten cutely sang, "Meow, meow, meow!" Then Ana grinned as she said, "Just like I knew you would." Then Ana and her kitten continued to dance around the float, as the ten thousand people watching began to dance with them and cheered loudly.

In her large room at Nevermore Academy, Enid had a large table set up in the middle of the room with five chairs. As Enid was setting up food at the table, Wednesday walked in. With a big smile, Enid said, "Howdy roomie!" Enid then ran over to Wednesday and instantly kissed her. After a moment of kissing, Wednesday broke her kiss to look at Enid with a straight face as she said, "Enid... being without your presence for 53 hours and 17 minutes straight was like torture... and I'm not referring to the good kind." Enid grinned as she said, "I missed you too." Wednesday and Enid kissed again, as they wrapped their arms tight around each other. However as they did, Wednesday started to pull Enid's shirt off. However, Enid stopped Wednesday and said, "Um... maybe we should stop. The girls said they'd be here right around now, and I don't want to make anything more awkward with them." Wednesday suddenly looked concerned as she said, "More awkward? Enid... what are you not sharing with me!?"

Suddenly, Harmony and Megan walked into the room looking exhausted but happy as Harmony said, "Sorry if we came in a little late. We were a little... uh... busy." Suddenly Wednesday's eyes widened as she looked very carefully at Harmony and Megan. As Wednesday kept her eyes wide, she starred directly and intently at Harmony and Megan while saying, "Flushed faces, larger than normal smiles upon entering, untidy hair, increased sweat that is visible on your skin and yet not your wrinkled clothes..." Then an astonished Enid said, "Really!? Again!?" Then Wednesday looked at Enid with confused wide eyes as she said, "Again!?" Then Enid sighed and said, "Well... Harmony did come and talk to me for advice before it happened. I know you said you always wanted to be part of that conversation if it ever came up, but you were busy with the funeral, so I didn't call you." Harmony now began to look very nervous as she said, "Mother... are you mad at us?" Wednesday then marched over to Harmony and Megan, and glared at them both.

Then as Wednesday kept her piercing eyes focused on the two girls she said, "Did you treat the other well? Did you treat the other like they were the most important individual in your life, and afterwards: found yourself unable to even imagine yourself with another individual for the rest of your life?" Harmony nodded her head as she said "Yeah." Megan nodded her head too and said, "Yes Mrs Addams." Then Wednesday suddenly showed a calmer demeanor as she said, "Very well then. Lets prepare to have dinner then."Then suddenly Ana walked into the room with her kitten on her shoulder as she casually said, "What's up peoples!? Oh hey Harmony. You and Megan weren't killed by mother. Good for you two." Then a concerned looking Enid said, "Okay Ana. Why weren't you on the bus ride home? How did you get back to the Academy? And what have you been doing all day!?" Then Ana casually said, "Stuff. By the way. This kitten on my shoulder is Stormageddon the Conqueror. He's a member of the family now. We're gonna go wash our hands before we eat." Then Ana walked over to the nearby bathroom with her kitten, as a confused looking Enid said, "You know what... everything else is changing around here already... so I'm not gonna question anything anymore." Then as everyone began to sit at the dinner table together, Megan said, "So Mrs Addams, I saw some people roasting marshmallows around a large bonfire outside. The other students said you were the one that set up the bon fire. Where did you get all that wood?" Then Wednesday with a straight face said, "From the broken remains of ping pong and air hockey tables, along with several arcade cabinets... and many absurd dreams."

Later that evening as the sun set: Wednesday and Enid stood outside their room at Nevermore Academy on the balcony that looked down at the school. As Enid leaned her hands on the balcony railing she said, "You know Wednesday... I'm pretty surprised at how chill you acted when you realized Harmony and Megan are now having sex." Wednesday kept a straight face as she said, "Well if I remained too predictable, then you would all become complacent." Then as Enid looked out at the sky she said, "It's just... you always attempt to prepare for the worst, assume the most negative things in other people, and see so much darkness when you think about the future. In fact the only time you didn't assume anything was going to go wrong in your future was when our kids were going to be born, and when you married me; but that was probably just because you had visions of the future that showed you..." Then suddenly Enid stopped and gasped loudly. Then Enid with excitement, turned her head to look at Wednesday as she said, "You had a vision about Harmony and Megan's future, didn't you!?" Then Wednesday crossed her arms, and kept a straight face as she said, "I believed we both agreed long ago that it would not be best if I reveal any more details of our family's nearly certain destiny." Then Enid tried to calm down as she said, "Okay, okay. You're right. You're probably right."

The two remained silent for a moment... but then Wednesday turned her head to look at the sky as she said, "Try to hold back your tears at their wedding though, as you're going to greatly embarrass yourself. Also: if you offer to babysit our grandchildren any time Harmony and Megan ask, they will take total advantage of you." Then Enid suddenly started to shake and squeal in excitement while saying, "Eeeee! I'm gonna be a grandma! YAY!" Then suddenly, Ana stuck her head out from the nearby window and said, "Hey mom, mother. Me and Stormageddon the Conquer are looking for some peanut butter, a blow torch, and some active plutonium. Know where we can find any of that stuff?" A confused looking Enid then said, "No... and why do you need those things?" Then Ana casually said, "Reasons." Then Ana walked away, as a concerned looking Enid turned towards Wednesday as she said, "Have you had any visions about Ana's future?" Then with a disturbed look, Wednesday said, "Oh... you don't want to know."

THE END

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The Queen's Secret Chapter 2*

Summary: Queen Y/n and Prince Harry prepare for their first "event" together and Princess Gertrude's not happy. Things get a little complicated for the Prince and the Queen when they're finally alone together.

Warning: Heavy petting (some steamy scenes & therefore this chap gets a *), a secret pact that could be seen as cheating, and at the very end my readers get edged (not sorry)

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2*

Harry and Gertrude were not seeing eye to eye. Gertrude was feeling upset, jealous, and she hated that Harry would be giving Y/n a child soon. That he would be fucking her and come inside of her. That Y/n would get to feel him stretching her out. Gertrude loved Harry’s big dick and she knew that Harry was a very handsome man. It would be almost impossible for the Queen to not at least be a little attracted to him, and not enjoy his cock as much as Gertrude enjoyed it.

But the rules also stated that Harry was not to come or have sex with Gertrude before the event so that he could have built up a bit of sperm to save for Y/n. Gertrude was feeling desperate because her husband was days away from being with another woman. It would be another week and half before he could fuck his own wife, per the rules.

“I think we should not go through with this Harry. I’m worried. I don’t feel good about this at all.” Gertrude was in tears. Her stomach was twisted in knots. Harry and Gertrude did have sex a couple of days prior but now that they were so close to the event, he wanted to do his best to give as much of his sperm as he could to the Queen and this notion had Gertrude on the edge of insanity. She couldn’t very well accuse him of doing something bad when they’d all agreed to it, but Gertrude did not want to share her man in the end. She wanted the kingdom to thrive and continue living in luxury and being a somewhat famous figure, but this was not something she thought she’d ever be faced with. It was like a living nightmare.

Harry was also feeling quite guilty about it all because he secretly was a little excited about what was to come. The Queen was beautiful and kind, and easy to talk to he found. Not that Gertrude wasn’t all those things, but Y/n was new and young, and he had a free pass to have sex with her. Even if it was mean to be “clinical”. He and Y/n had privately discussed that he would give her pleasure and she was hesitant about it, but he knew he was going to try and make her come, maybe more than once per session if possible. He couldn’t stop imagining it. So, that had him feeling excited, but guilty. He loved his wife, of course he did. But how could he pass up this chance? And it was for the good of the kingdom. Mostly, though, his thoughts were of Y/n and what she must be like. Gertrude was closing in on 40, and she was still gorgeous as ever, but Harry couldn’t help his dirty thoughts about the young Queen. He was, after all, just a man at the end of the day.

“Love, we’ve signed contracts and we can’t back out now. I know this is hard for you, it’s hard for all of us. But this will all be behind us soon enough. Okay? I love you.” He cupped her face and drew her in for a soft kiss before heading out for a meeting with the Duke.

Meanwhile, Y/n was feeling more than a little excited, and far less guilty than Harry. The King fucked her almost every evening, but he failed to get her off most of the time. Last night it was a quick romp and she had barely gotten warmed up by the time Edgar was done. So, she resorted to her stash of toys and quietly orgasmed in their bathroom as her husband was already fast asleep. A disappointment, which was the norm.

She kept imagining what Harry would be like. He was a tall and strong man, thick hair and strong jawline that indicated a good healthy system and probably had a big dick too. He just had that energy about him. The kind that men with big dicks have. She couldn’t be positive of course, but she’d find out in a couple more days. And just his concern for her wellbeing was a turn on in itself.

Edgar didn’t seem too worried about what was to come, but why would he be? It’s not like his Queen would leave him for his brother-in-law who was only a prince by marriage. Edgar was the King of Manon, he was the most powerful man around. Surely his wife wouldn’t stray from him. It would be a grave mistake if she had. They would both be banned and exiled if such a thing were to happen. Harry would never see his children again, and if Y/n were to conceive Harry’s children at any point, well, she would never see her children again either.

The Queen consort met with her closest advisor, and friend Rory, where they went to the gynecologist for a last-minute health checkup. Of course, Y/n was in great health, and she was nearing ovulation. In a couple of days, she would be ready for Harry and his sperm.

Afterwards they dined at their favorite spot, calling ahead for a private table and ushered in through the back of the building. Y/n ordered her favorite dish and sipped champagne in celebration of her good health and what was to come. She was excited to get pregnant, to carry a child in her womb and become a mother.

Rory was curious about the event. The King asked Y/n not to tell Rory but the Queen trusted Rory the most and so she couldn’t keep the secret. Y/n needed one person to tell and so Rory was that person, sworn to secrecy.

“Harry is quite handsome. Many of the women of the court wanted him before Gertrude snagged him up. It was an odd pairing at first, but Harry seems to really love his wife. We thought she was too old for him, but he did seem to date older women even when he was in his 20s.” Rory spoke before scooping her pasta into her mouth and chewing.

“He is handsome. He seems like a very nice man too, a good husband to his wife and father to his children.” Y/n smiled to herself thinking of him.

“Yes, that’s true. How is Edgar with everything?” Rory set her eyes on Y/n in question.

“Hmm… he doesn’t seem to care at all. He’s so sure of himself and confident in our marriage, which is a good thing. I wouldn’t want him to worry.”

“Of course not. I wonder how Gertrude is with all of this. Her husband will be with you and that’s got to be hard.” She shrugged as she spoke.

“Maybe. She was concerned when we set all the parameters. She wanted to sit in on the event to make sure we followed the rules. I told her absolutely not. I wouldn’t want her to see that, and I also need some privacy. I’m glad it’s Harry. He’s very sweet and seems to be very caring.”

“She wanted to sit in? Why on earth?!” Rory sat her fork down and widened her eyes as she looked at Y/n.

The Queen shook her head, “I think she’s worried that we’ll be too intimate. We’re not supposed to kiss or be sweet with one another. I’m not allowed to have an orgasm, only Harry can. I understand her concern, but I have my own concerns and I’m not willing to have anyone in the room with us when it happens.”

“Wow. I’m surprised by Gertrude. I guess I can see that. So, you can’t kiss or anything? That seems so cold and boring. Not that you want there to be any passion but how awful!”

Y/n smiled and cocked her head, a sly smirk on her face as she spoke in a whisper, “You can’t tell anyone, but Harry told me, in private, that he didn’t like how clinical everything was and he felt bad about the rules. He wants me to have pleasure as well. I think mostly for his own ego, but it’s also a nice thought. We’ll see what happens, but he seems be pretty set on making me enjoy it all too.”

Rory smiled and picked her fork back up, matching Y/n’s expression, “My goodness, Queen. What a scandal. What if you two fall in love?” She grinned.

The Queen shook her head, “No. I wouldn’t want that. That’s taking it too far. Gertrude doesn’t deserve that and Edgar… well, we’ll just go with the flow and hopefully I can get pregnant as soon as possible so it’s all over for everyone.”

The morning of the event, Gertrude and the children left town. She didn’t want to be around Harry during this time because he’d be with Y/n every day for the week. She couldn’t bear it, so she and the kids packed and went out of town on a trip away. She didn’t know what else to do.

“You don’t have to go out of town, Gertie. I’ll be coming home every night.”

“I know. And you’ll smell of another woman and have been pleasured by her. I can’t stand it. I can’t bear it. It’s just awful, Harry.” Gertrude held her tears back.

Harry brought her in for a long hug and kissed the top her head, “Please don’t worry, Gertie. I love you and the kids more than anything.”

Harry worked out with a run and then did some free weights before he boxed at the gym. He needed to get out his stress and anxiety for what was to come. He hadn’t seen Y/n in a few days, and he was getting nervous. After he worked up a sweat, he ate a big meal and then showered before getting himself ready. He took extra care of his hair and even put lotion on his body and hands. He trimmed his toenails and fingernails and tried reading a bit to calm himself, but he couldn’t pay any attention to the words on the page.

He was nervous.

Y/n was slightly less nervous. She did yoga and had a large green juice made for her. She didn’t want to be too full before everything and she was a tiny bit anxious, so she wasn’t terribly hungry anyway. She showered and shaved everything that mattered and slathered her favorite cream over her body. She kept her face bare of makeup and left her hair to air dry. She meditated and painted before the event.

At half past 5, Harry and Y/n met at the West Wing entrance of the castle where they were both escorted to their room. This room would be theirs until Y/n conceived.

One guard stood outside of the room but ordered to stand fifteen feet away by Y/n’s request. She didn’t want anything to be heard if there would be anything to be heard from the room. She wanted complete privacy and didn’t need anyone saying anything about it. Just in case.

Once they were alone in the large room with an extra-large and soft bed Y/n walked to the window and drew the curtains closed. She lit two candles over the mantle of the fireplace and turned to face Harry, who was still stood near the door. He watched her move around the room and could feel his heart pounding in his ribcage. He took in deep breaths to calm himself and swallowed when she looked at him.

“How has your day been, Harry?” Y/n asked as she walked toward him hesitantly. She could see he was nervous and thought maybe a little small talk could lighten the mood.

“Good. Gertrude and the kids left for a mini vacation this week, which I understand. I worked out and whatnot. Had a big meal. What about you, Queen? How was your day?”

Y/n smiled brightly at the handsome Prince and licked her lips, “Good. I mostly had a relaxing day. Did some yoga and painted a bit. Are you nervous, Harry?” She could clearly see that he was nervous.

Harry breathed out a laugh and looked down at his feet and swallowed before looking back up to the Queen.

“I am a bit. Afraid it won’t be any good for you. Just want this to be a good experience.”

He brought his hands behind his back and clasped them together. He smiled back at the Queen who was still grinning at him.

“I don’t think you should worry so much. Let’s just take our time and we can go slow. This is meant to be a quick session but I’m throwing that promise away. You and I need time to settle into this and so there’s no rush. No worries. Here, let’s sit.” Y/n motioned to the bed where she sat down on the soft mattress and Harry sat next to her, the bed dipping under his weight. He kept his eyes on the Queen and noted her fresh face, free from makeup and how her hair was wavy and long down her back. She was beautiful.

Y/n spoke about a trip she took years ago to Italy and how she’d learned Italian and ate the best food she’d ever had in Rome. Harry recounted his own tale of the best meal he’d ever had in Mexico City, at a Thai restaurant, of all things. They laughed a bit, the mood lightened with their conversation and soon Harry was watching Y/n’s delicate features and her soft lips as she spoke.

He leaned back just a bit, putting his arm behind him, palm flat on the mattress and slightly behind Y/n’s bottom, but still not touching her. He looked over her neck unadorned, where it normally had necklaces or jeweled chokers. He liked that her skin was bare, and she was natural in this moment. It helped to make her feel like a normal person when she was actually the Queen of Manon.

And Y/n couldn’t help but be in awe of how handsome Harry was. His light green eyes slowly became covered by his dilated pupils. She could see he was becoming aroused and that excited her. He licked his lips frequently as they spoke causing her to watch his mouth with his pink lips. She wondered what his lips would feel like on hers.

For a moment they were quiet and just watched one another. Y/n hesitantly brought a hand up to Harry’s shoulder, turning herself to face him, “Are you okay, Harry? Should we begin?” She knew he was turned on, even though they’d done nothing but chat. He had a bit of a bulge poking from his pants, and it thrilled her a bit, knowing what was to come.

Harry was ready. He could also see the Queen was blushing the longer they spoke, and her pupils were quite dilated, covering her irises. He was surprised by this, but he also realized it could be that the room was a bit dark and that’s why her pupils were in the state they were. But there was no mistaking her pink cheeks and the way she was breathing slightly harder.

“I’m okay. Do you want to start, my Queen? I will only proceed when you tell me to.” He wanted to proceed. He could feel himself getting hard in his pants. She hadn’t even done anything to get him like that, it was just the idea of having her supple body naked before him.

“I think we could start. Is it okay with you if I kiss you a little. I think it would make us feel more comfortable. I know it’s not allowed but…”

Harry reached for Y/n and pulled her in, crushing his lips to hers as soon as she asked, cutting off the rest of her words. He needed to get some of his nervous energy out and he felt a kiss would get them both settled.

Y/n was caught off guard by how forceful Harry was with the kiss at first. His mouth over hers happened so fast but then, he slowed his movements and began to softly kiss over her mouth. Y/n kissed him back and moaned quietly into his mouth, opening up when she felt his tongue lave over the seam of her lips.

As soon as Harry’s tongue lapped into Y/n’s mouth and her own tongue found his lips they were both feeling very heated, the kiss growing very passionate very quickly. Harry drew her body in closer and he began kissing the edges of her lips and he licked over her jaw and gently kissed her neck with wet lips dragging over her pulse point.

The Queen grabbed at Harry’s back and stretched her neck to the side for his access to her. She felt her sensitive nipples against the thin material of her dress harden when Harry pressed her body into his. She lowered her hand over his torso and gently brushed over his pants with her palm to feel him, long and hard under his trousers.

Harry moaned quietly at the tension in his pants and the way the Queen’s hand felt over him. He backed away quickly and looked into her eyes.

“Is this okay, my Queen? Can I please you? We won’t tell anyone, but I want you to feel pleasure with me. I want to be good for you.” He swallowed and noted how her nipples were pressing against her gown.

Y/n nodded, “Yes, my Prince. What happens in this room will never see the light of day. No one will ever know of our deeds here. It will just be between us. Okay? So, do with me what you would with a lover, and I’ll reciprocate.”

With that, Harry moved in for another kiss to his Queen’s lips and began to untie her top. Y/n leaned back to give him access, his lips still on hers. When Harry had untied the string her top popped open and Harry put his hands into her robe and moved the fabric away from her breasts. Her pink nipples were erect, and she had goosebumps on her skin. He leaned down slowly to kiss each breast and as soon as his lips met her nipples, he couldn’t stop himself from licking her and sucking her nipples into his mouth.

He didn’t want to mark her up because that could get them in trouble but he did the next best thing and that was to suck on her tits and lap at her plush bosom. He looked up at her as he worked over her left breast, taking his time to spread his tongue all around.

Y/n was in awe already. Edgar had never once taken the time to lick over her breasts and suck on her nipples. Harry hadn’t even gotten to her other breast, and she was feeling herself become wet between her thighs. She leaned back further as Harry nuzzled in. He slowly removed his lips from her nipple and then delicately kissed the very tip of her left nipple, making sure to give one last flick of his tongue before moving to her right breast.

He was a man with a mission. He wanted her wet and aroused for him. He would do whatever he needed to please his Queen. She wanted him to treat her as a lover and so he would do just that. He lapped at her breast and sucked gently, kissing his soft, wet lips over her, and sucking just a little bit harder over her nipple, but not enough that there would be any bruises left. He paid close attention to her moans and pants and noted what she liked. He finished off her right breast in the same way as he did her left, a soft kiss and a flick of the tongue as he kept his eyes on hers. Her mouth was dropped open in lust.

She cupped the back of his head with a hand and pushed him back down to her left breast again, where Harry repeated everything, he’d just done. Y/n was in heaven. Her breasts had been very neglected during her time with Edgar. He barely gave them any attention, but Harry was certainly making up for it.

“Oh my god, Harry. That feels so good. Your babies will suckle my breasts too one day.”

Harry moaned and closed his eyes at her words. It was true. If Harry could get her pregnant, she’d be having his child and his child would be feeding from her. He licked and sucked gently, giving her as much as she wanted. And she wanted it.

Soon, Harry had pushed her gown away from her shoulders, her dress opening and leaving her completely naked to him. She shrugged the material away from her body and he was stunned by how beautiful she was. She was naked under everything. He leaned in and placed hot kisses over her tummy and pushed her down, crawling over her to devour more of her flesh. She sighed and smiled at the moment she was in. Harry was such a good lover, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

“Take your clothes off, Prince. I want to see what’s underneath…” she plucked at his shirt. Harry was quick to lean back and unbutton his shirt, removing the expensive material in haste. He then pulled at his button on his pants and let them drop down.

Standing from the bed he removed the trousers and pulled his boxers down with them, his cock hard and ready. His large dick pointed toward her, strained down a bit by the sheer weight of his size. Y/n sat up, and grazed a hand down his torso, which had forbidden tattoos scattered about. He was well muscled and sturdy, a wide chest with deep lines where his stomach muscles were, his pectorals were well defined with broad shoulders to round off his perfect masculine silhouette. The hair that scattered on his chest and stomach leading down to a full bush of dark pubic hair encasing his lovely cock made her mouth water. He had a big dick, just like she imagined. Better even. He was a man who was full of testosterone and vigor. She knew he could fuck her and please her, if these first moments together were any indicator.

“Harry…” she didn’t know what she wanted to say to him, but she just wanted to hear his name come from her lips.

He kneeled back down to the bed so he could continue kissing her flesh. He needed to have his lips back on her warm skin. He licked into her belly button and placed his hands over her thighs to open them up for him so he could settle in between her legs where he belonged.

He really, truly didn’t imagine feeling this way about Y/n. He thought it would be a good fuck perhaps, a quick one every day for the week with a pretty woman. He figured he could do a few things to please her and hoped that she’d orgasm too, but he felt that it would all get left in the room. That he would go home and be nonplussed about their encounter.

But he was wrong. He was desperate for her whimpers and her goosebumps. The way she so easily reacted to every little thing he did made him woozy. He hated to compare his wife to the Queen, but Gertrude didn’t like all the pomp that went with sex the way Harry craved it. She usually wanted to just get down to it, but that was mostly because she was tired at night. But the Queen, she was reacting as if she’d never been touched in this way before. Y/n wanted the spectacle, the slow kisses, and the lead up. She needed it as much as Harry.

Harry pinched at her thigh and for a moment forgot that he couldn’t mark her up when he did so. He’d lost his mind with lust when he lowered himself, squeezing her soft skin between his fingers and hearing the Queen gasp with his touch. He needed to reel it in a bit, be careful with her so as not to bruise any part of her. No one could know that they were doing this.

Harry situated himself with his head between her legs and looked up to the Queen, “Will you mind it much if I please you with my mouth and my fingers, Y/n?” He breathed over her mound, hot breath falling over her wet labia and Harry could smell her already. He knew she was wet, could see the shiny liquid beginning to peek from her slit.

Y/n breathed out a shaky breath and nodded, “Yes, you may.” Her words came out in a wobbly pant, unable to straighten her brain out with his lips barely grazing her cunt softly as he spoke.

The king had never once eaten her out. She’d requested it the second time they had sex, but he told her he wouldn’t be of use to her that way and left it at that. She was severely disappointed by her husband in bed. It wasn’t the most important part of the marriage, she realized, so she put up with his lacking. But she was eager for something more. And Harry was so patient and giving. She felt that their intimacy might be a mistake now that they were indulging in foreplay. She would never again be pleased by the king after this. She knew she’d be longing for Harry from now on and it worried her a bit.

It was now, in this moment, as Harry looked up at her with his face between her legs, his eyes searching hers, that she knew they were both fucked, and they probably should have stuck with the protocol.

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run to you: chapter two

marcus pike x f!reader

A/N: thank you so much for all your love and support for this so far! I love that you're all so excited to see how this goes and where we end up. I hope you enjoy the new chapter! x

Summary: Following on from ‘Traitor’ and 'You’re Somebody Else’. An unexpected visitor throws you right back into the life you thought you left behind. Working beside the man that put you behind bars is one thing, pretending like you never loved him is another.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: angst - naturally, swearing, marcus and his AUDACITY, mention of criminal activity and art theft. Please note, flashbacks are in italics.

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This story will have explicit sexual scenes in the future so 18+ only.

It’s a strange feeling walking up to the J. Edgar Hoover building the following day. The last time you were here, you’d been in handcuffs and practically shoved through the corridors before being sat in a room, confused and alone. It all makes you want to turn right back around. 

You push forward, despite your flight instincts screaming at you to leave, pinning the sleek laminated ‘visitor’ card to your coat and following the directions given to you on how to find the art theft department.

The way you’re perceived is vastly different to your previous visit.

Before, other agents looked down at you, their eyes narrowed in on you like the mere presence of steel around your wrists made you unworthy of anything more. It was isolating, intimidating… but now? The shiny card hanging just above your breast had them moving out of your way with polite, friendly smiles. A few hold doors open, one stuck their arm out to hold the elevator – they move around you, instead of feeling as if they’d move through you. 

It’s hard to keep the wariness out of your gaze.

He’s waiting for you. 

You don’t expect it, and you feel your steps falter exiting the elevator when you discover him leaning against the far wall. Marcus perks at the sight of you, standing straighter and subconsciously smoothing a hand down his tie.

“Hello,” he says simply, and you watch the bob of his throat as he swallows.

It almost does it. His voice almost drives you completely around to catch the elevator before it closes. The rage seems to live in your body, constantly thrumming under the surface of your skin and running through your bloodstream. It rears its bitter, icy head the moment you lay eyes on him and curls a cold hand around your heart.

You had hoped you had more time to brace yourself before seeing him, but then again, would you ever truly be prepared to see the man who broke your entire world to pieces?

The pain will never fade, the anger will never calm… there’s no escape. It’s simply a part of you now.

You flex your jaw, working on inhaling deeply while biting back the harsh words forming in your mouth. There’s no point. Not here, not now. You’d agreed to help, fully knowing you would have to see him again. Your anger would do nothing to help the case, help those people getting hurt.

“Hi,” you finally return, tone curt and short.

“Thank you for this,” he mutters, stepping a single step closer. “I know this is probably very hard for you –”

“Let’s just get this over with. I have plans.”

Marcus swallows before nodding, stepping to the right and gesturing for you to walk with him. You keep your distance, ensuring to keep a width of space between you both at all times. You physically flinch when he presses a hand to the small of your back to guide you into a conference room, jolting away from his touch like he’d burnt you. His head drops and he tears his hand away immediately, clearing his throat softly as he shuts the door behind him.

He makes no comment when you choose the furthest seat away from him at the long table, right on the opposite side of the room.

“Can I get you anything?”

You remain silent, trying very fucking hard to keep your scowl from deepening into a full blown glare. 

“Alright. We’ve had a tip off that there’s plans to steal various pieces of artwork from members of the community and galleries for unknown purposes, most likely for auction on the black market. Some hold significant sentimental value to some families, not to mention the historical value of the others, and so we’ve been bought in to ensure the originals remain in the right hands, as well as find those responsible for the pieces already taken in the last few weeks. Hopefully we can track the missing pieces before they get lost.”

He exhales softly, looking down at the file in his hand before sliding it along the sleek tabletop towards you. It stops just away from you and you reach forward for it, prying open the manilla folder and fingering through the various photographs that slide free from its confines in vague interest.

“Okay,” you murmur, confusion leaking into your features, “that sounds great for you. What am I here for?”

“They – we – have taken note of your particular… talent. We’d like you to make copies of the ones at potential risk so we can swap them out before the culprits can get to them and we can ensure the safety of the originals.”

You feel a bitter laugh bubble from your throat before you can help it and throw the photos back into the file, moving your growing glare to Marcus where he stands at the head of the table. He seems braced for whatever is about to come out of your mouth, and you loathe that he knows you so damn well.

“Let me get this straight… you want me to help you by doing the exact thing you threw me in jail for? Have you lost your fucking mind?”

“I understand –”

“No you don’t!” You cry, an enraged tremble building in your hands. “You don’t understand at all, Marcus. I lost a fucking year of my life! A year! You took everything from me – my home, my things, my future – all because of this shit! And now you’re turning around and asking me to do it all again?”

“I know,” he murmurs, gaze falling away from you.

“And how do I know this isn’t just a dumb trick?’ You continue, heat spreading along your chest at the prospect of being lured into some stupid government set trap. “How do I know you won’t just throw me back in jail the second this case is wrapped up?”

It wouldn’t surprise you, after all you’re nothing to them. Why would they care about you at all? Your life would be over, again. How long would they give you this time, being a repeat offender? You’d have nothing to build from like before when, if, you were released. The idea of being back in a cell makes you sick.

Marcus’ eyes immediately flash to yours. “I wouldn’t let that happen—”

“You did once before.”

Silence falls over the conference room.

It should feel like a victory, watching the words physically die on his tongue. His mouth closes and his shoulders drop, like the weight of your short sentence just fell onto his frame. A brief wash of dejection passes over his face before he gives a slow nod of agreement. It should feel good, but it doesn’t.

“I did,” he mutters after a few quiet moments, “but, as hard as it will be, you’ll just have to trust me.”

It sounds so simple. It sounds so obvious. Once upon a time, before everything fell to shit, maybe in different circumstances you would have trusted Special Agent Marcus Pike. Maybe you would’ve looked into his eyes, searched their depths for reassurance and felt comforted by his sincerity, but looking at him now?

There’s nothing.

“I can’t do that,” you finally say, “and you can’t ask me to do that, not after… no. Look, I’ll do whatever – I’ll paint whatever you fucking want, but don’t ask me to trust you. And I mean it Marcus, after this – if you don’t arrest my ass – I’m done. I won’t let this become a thing, not again.”

He swallows, lips pulling up at the corners but there’s no true emotion behind it. It feels forced, pained. 

“Well, we thank you for your assistance. I’ll get things moving, and we uh,” he clears his throat, gaze briefly dropping to the floor as he shifts on his feet, his hands coming to rest on his hips, “we have a space ready for you. Supplies are there, but if things aren’t to your satisfaction or if you need anything else, just let me know and I’ll – yeah.”

You nod, teeth nipping and pulling at the flesh of your inner bottom lip.

“There’s a lot to do… when do I need to start?”

“Preferably as soon as possible.”

“Do I get paid? I’m not going to give up shifts at my real job for something I’m not getting paid for.”

“You’ll be compensated for your time and work.”

“Good,” you mutter, nails picking at the corner of the file. “Are we done here?”

Your heart beats unsteadily in your chest when his eyes rise to meet yours. They flicker over your face, almost as if he were searching for something hidden in your expression, or maybe he was simply looking at you, studying the way you shift on the chair.

Either way, you want out.

Looking at him wasn’t easy. You know who he is, you know where you stand now, and yet your mind would bring you flashes of him, of Alex. He lacked the beard now, and dressed more neater in suits and ties rather than his jeans and loose tees, but Alex was there, swimming in those warm brown irises.

He was there in the creases of his face, he was there in the way his hands would curl around his waist and sit on his hips. He was there in the way he made your heart beat heavier, the organ simply refusing to just let go, ignoring the way your mind screamed and raged that he was a monster, that he caused a hurt so deep and fierce you worry the scars will never fade.

He was there, and yet, he wasn’t.

“Yeah,” Marcus says quietly, nodding. “Yeah, we are.”

Standing immediately, you leave the manilla folder on the table and stride towards the door, unable to look at him until you’re fully past him. He’s not looking at you when you take a quick glance over your shoulder while reaching for the door and curling your hand around the cold handle. 

His head hangs, his palms resting flat on the table as his body curls over in what you suspect is exhaustion. You hear his quiet sigh and then you’re out of the door, slamming it a little harder than is probably necessary.

You don’t look at anyone as you make your hasty exit, keeping your head low and speed swift in an effort to leave as quickly as possible. Though the air through the corridors is crisp and fresh, you feel sweat bite at your skin as you hover waiting for the elevator.

Is it anger? Sorrow? Anxiety? 

The emotion feels too far, too tiring, to identify. Maybe once you’re out of the building, you’ll be able to think with a clearer head. Walking through the corridors, agents all around, it feels like walking through a constant reminder of what you had done, and where your past had taken you.

You aren’t here because you want to be… like them. They had studied, trained, and worked hard to get where they are. You’re here because you’re a criminal with a particular skill they can exploit, someone who no one would really bat an eyelid at if they happened to get thrown back into jail or worse, hurt or even killed.

Fuck.

Is the case that serious?

Maybe you should have asked more questions. Maybe you should have spoken to your attorney before even coming here. Was it too late to do so now?

Your mood steadily dampens as you step in the elevator and press up against the back wall in an effort to keep as far away from others as possible. Your mind continues to spin, unable to stop highlighting the fact that you played on a different side to them.

You were the enemy.

Maybe not anymore, but the past remains firm and at the forefront of your mind. Your record bears the permanent print of conviction, a shadow to follow your footsteps and swallowing your chances of ever moving on with life, of trying for better things.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you grumble to yourself, watching the rain pour from the sky and puddle on the ground through the large glass panels of the lobby after returning your visitor card.

Like it wasn’t bad enough, thunder rumbles in the distance with lightning flashing behind a thick dark cloud and it sours you even more than you already are. You curse the bubbly weather reporter from this morning — what happened to cloudy with rain moving in tonight and a slight chance of storms? Lies. 

“Shit,” you sigh, wondering what your chances are of nabbing a cab before getting completely soaked through. 

A hand suddenly lands on your arm and you jolt away from it in alarm, the fright morphing into irritation as soon as your eyes meet the familiar pools of brown. Marcus holds his hand away in a show of peace, the other holding the file up as an explanation. His cheeks are flushed, his hair a little more ruffled than before. Did he run here?

“You should take this,” he says, holding it out and giving a small, strained smile. “It’s got more information in it, and the names of the Agents working the case and so on.”

Pinching the file from his fingers, you tug it away from his hold and give a quiet thanks, another roll of thunder rumbling in the distance. Marcus eyes the worsening weather with a frown, the crease between his brows steadily growing the longer rain pelts the pavement.

“Did you want a ride?”

“No,” you say immediately, shoving the file into your bag and not caring if it gets crumpled in the process. “I’m fine. I can get a cab –”

His frown deepens, “I don’t mind –”

“I said no, Marcus,” you snap quietly, before briefly glancing around to see if anyone took notice.

Thankfully no one seems to have heard your little outburst, and the passers-by continue on with their days. You shift your handbag on your shoulder and inhale deeply, letting your irritated expression give way and soften out.

“Thank you for your time today, Agent Pike. Should I expect a phone call to start this… stuff?”

His throat bobs with a swallow and his tongue briefly runs along his lips, his features now carefully arranged into something more professional, emotionless. A deep part of your heart withers at the cold indifference of it.

“Someone will be in contact later today, ma’am.”

And then he’s gone.

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Rain patters lightly against your window, mixing with the low music flowing from your speakers. It’s delightfully cosy, with the only light coming from the lamp on your dresser, bathing the room in a sweet, warm glow. Your eyes follow the contours of his body, studying the way lounges in your bed, head comfortably propped up with a pillow and top sheet sitting loosely over his hips.

A vision. Beautiful.

His cheeks had dusted with a light pink when you had told him so.

“It’s like that scene in Titanic,” he mutters with a rumble of amusement, bare chest moving softly with his steady breaths. “Gonna draw me like one of your French girls?”

“Never seen it,” you murmur distractedly, tongue peaking out of your lips as your pencil drags along the page of your sketchpad. Almost there…

He perks, jerking on the bed and sitting a little straighter. “You’ve never seen Titanic?”

You laugh lightly, shaking your head.

“Done! And no… I don’t like sad movies,” you murmur, releasing your sketchpad into his hold when he tugs it softly from your hands. 

You fall back to the comfort of the mattress, watching Alex admire your quick sketch with a feeling so distinctly sweet and warm, you feel it deep in the pit of your stomach. His fingers trace softly over your rough lines, a slow, bashful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Your hand lifts, combing through his ruffled hair and fingers playing with the silky soft strands. “Does it not make you sad?”

“Oh yeah,” he replies, briefly leaning away to place your pad safely on your side table before rolling back over to sling an arm over your waist, “I cry like a baby, but I like their love story.”

“Softie,” you tease.

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for love.”

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