This beautiful art, “3 Years” by Marie inspired an 8k reunion story I’ve titled “Three Years” in its honour. It is a loving story where things went quite differently than what we know. The way I would have liked to see. Sharing today because I really need something to smile about. I’m tagging some people who might like to give it a try.
And what an amazing one it is. This is the reunion we all hoped for. This is how it should have been. Made me constantly switch between a heart bursting of happiness and crying ugly tears because of all the feels…
Go read if you haven’t yet. Give your Reichenbach-bruised heart some healing.
I have emerged from a months-long art drought to throw this at you and then retreat back into my cave.
This crossed my dash immediately after reading the newest chapter of Nine and a half Weeks by CumberCurlyGirl and Kameo (BrainyGiirl). This can’t be coincidence… It’s too perfect!!!
Warnings: Smut, cheating, rough sex, overstimulation, choking, degrading language, and a tiny age gap.
Prompt: Y/N recently moved into the bunkhouse after reconnecting with her cousin, Rip. During her first night she runs into Kayce and sparks fly, leading to a passionate night and a rude interruption. Set during season one when Monica took off with Tate to live with her parents.
Authors Note: I do not condone cheating and i’m in no way affiliated with the show. I wish. This is purely fiction.
Also might make this a series so let me know if you want a part two! We need more Kayce fanfiction.
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Growing up my father always told me that my only remaining cousin was a monster for what he did to my uncle. I never knew what had happened but the question lingered in my mind even now as a 20 year old. My father wasn’t a nice man and the second I got my scholarship for Montana State University I left his drunken ass behind to pursue my own dreams.
If only he could see me now, I think to myself, sitting across from my so-called evil cousin. “So uh, what is your major?” Rip asked me while staring at his hands. A few minutes before he had told me what truly happened during that fated night so many years ago. “Animal Science actually.” I reply and he looks surprised at my revelation. “Well no shit, how about over your winter break you come with me and work at Dutton Ranch and gain some experience. I know your Daddy ain’t giving ya a home for christmas.” He says.
Everyone in this damned state knew of the Duttons and I was taken aback by his offer. “Are you serious?” I ask, hopeful that he’s not the mean man my father always made him out to be. “Yeah of course. I’d like to get to know ya considering you’re all I have left.”
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Now here I am, staring at the door to the bunkhouse that will be my home for the next few weeks. “You’re boss is really okay with this?” I whisper, nervous that I’ll walk in and make a fool of myself. “Of course, plus we’re about to be working on a bunch of new heifers and need more hands.” Rip chuckles, opening up the door.
The second I walk in it reeks of beer and the foul smelling scent of man. I wrinkle my nose, causing Rip to laugh and lead me over to the group of men playing cards. “This is my baby cousin Y/N, y’all don’t lay a single finger on her she’s here to help out over the break.” He sternly states, glaring at the man with guitar who was looking me up and down.
“Which bunk is open?” I ask the group of gawking men. They all stare at each other as if to gauge their reactions until finally the oldest cowboys says “Back left one.”
I make my way to my bed and set my hat on the floor, nervous about what I got myself into. I grew up riding horses and working cattle but i’d never been fully emerged into the lifestyle like this. I needed air to breathe so I put on my jacket and headed outside, marveling at the night sky.
I sat there for a while until I heard someone come up to me, expecting it to be Rip I pay no mind to it and continue to stare up at the sky.
“Who are you?” I hear a deep voice behind me ask. Startled, I turn around and see a man with dirty blonde hair and a slight beard towering over me. “Uh I’m Y/N.” I say staring up at the stranger. His eyes widen and he laughs, coming to sit down next to me on the grass. “Oh shit, you’re Rip’s cousin. I was expecting a child from the way he described you.” He says, laughing still.
I smirk and look back up, shaking my head. “Nah, I’m in college.” I laugh. I can feel his body heat radiating off him and realize I don’t even know his name. “Do you have a name?” I ask, to which he replies “I’m Kacey.” and takes a swig out of a bottle he had been holding.
“Well Kacey, you mind sharing?” I glance down at his bottle and back up at him, trying not to look like i’m checking him out. “Are ya 21?” He asks “In 2 months I will be.” I cheekily reply, grasping the bottle in his hands.
“Hell, close enough for me.”
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I can’t remember how we got here but next thing I know i’m on his lap with my hands in his hair, empty bottle discarded who knows where. His lips are on mine and he bites down on my lower lip gently, causing me to moan.
“Gotta be quiet, can’t let them know we’re out here doing this.” He whispers before attacking my lips again. I begin to slowly shift my hips and whisper in his ear “Well then why don’t you take me somewhere else?”.
He slowly stands up with me still in his arms, refusing to break the kiss. My body feels wobbly from either the alcohol, Kayce stumbling to a barn, or both. My mind races as he sets me down on a bench before rushing to shut the barn doors.
“Now, where we’re we?” He says before ripping his shirt off and laying on top of me. I feel up and down his chest, tracing my fingers over the brand. Huh, I guess the rumors about that were true.
But my exploration of him was cut short as he gripped my hands and held them over my head, attacking my neck with kisses. At this point I couldn’t hold in the moans and let go, knowing we were secluded enough. He reaches one hand down to lift my shirt, while still holding me on the wooden bench. His face retreats from my neck and he smirks at my lack of bra.
“You expecting to get with someone tonight?” He winks and I giggle looking up “Nah, it was more comfortable with this shirt.”
He leans down close to my ear and whispers “Good, because I don’t like sharing.”. He begins to lower his body down to my waist and eventually his face comes parallel to my belt buckle. “Ladies first.” He smirks and takes off the belt, along with my pants and underwear.
The cool air hits me and I subconsciously close my legs, making him look up. “You want this?” He asks before proceeding. I nod my head and smile “If you don’t fuck me right now i’ll find someone who will.” And with that his mouth is on my clit and he is sucking feverishly.
I cant help but scream, it’s been a while and he was just so good. He raises his head and teaches his hand up to place over my mouth and gets back to work.
He stops the torture on my clit and traces his tongues across every crevice, taking extra time with the places that encourage a muffled groan. His tongue feels like heaven and I can feel myself getting close, not knowing how long it has been.
Eventually he focuses on my clit again and adds a single finger, causing me to fall apart. In an instant I’m a quivering mess being held down by this arm as he continues his onslaught.
Once he’s satisfied he gets up and wipes a hand over his face, only to lip the juices back up. His hands fly to his jeans and they’re quickly removed, thrown into a pile with mine and he’s back on top of me in an instant.
“Your turn?” I ask hopefully, reaching down to stroke him. “No darlin, we’ll have time for that later. First I wanna be inside of you.” He groans and slowly pushes himself into me, stretching me open.
“Holy fuck.” I moan and cling to his back for support. “Holy fuck is right. You’re so fucking tight.” He says and begins thrusting in and out, picking up the pace as he goes.
His hands are everywhere, gripping me and eventually coming to rest on my neck, tightening as he moves faster. I can feel my body riding up and down the rough bench and although I know it’ll hurt tomorrow, it just felt so good in the moment.
“F-fuck Kayce, yes please don’t stop.” I cry out and with that he picks up his pace even more, slamming me into the bench with his hips. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
He shifts his hand around my neck to place his thumb on my mouth which I gladly accept and suck. He groans at the sight and grips my face hard and moans out “You like that? You like being my little slut?”
The pleasure was too much for me and I couldn’t take it anymore, looking up at him I moan out “You’re gonna make me cum again.”
He grips my thighs and spreads them wide, watching as I spiraled out of control. “Yeah? You gonna cum on this dick and let the whole ranch know who’s fucking you this good?” He mutters out and I lose it, screaming out his name into the night.
I feel him pulse within me and he collapses on top of me, kissing my cheek while panting. I groan from his weight and run my fingers through his hair.
Suddenly, we hear a knock on the door and a female laugh.
“Damn Kayce, Monica and Rip ain’t gonna be too happy about this.”
NSFW will be tagged as #lemon sorta NSFW is #Lime Weird fet shit/ extreme NSFW is #orange reblog to spread awareness that we’re back on the citrus scale
Let’s get back to basics. Kinda funny we rename things like we’re outlaws that try to cover up there crimes!
why have i never known about orange
Orange was originally like…a PG-13 warning. You would tag orange for fics that stopped at making out. What you’re thinking of is “Grapefruit”.
The scale goes as such: Orange (PG-13, basically making out like I said) - Lime (Non-explicit sexual actions, think an M rated fic instead of NC-17) - Lemon (explicit, graphic sex, the NC-17 fics) - Grapefruit (hardcore/weird stuff)
Reblogging for the citrus correction of orange and grapefruit
It is so weird seeing people rediscover the fandom of my youth. I haven’t used the citrus scale since I last lied about being 18.
i’ve been on and off tumblr for 12 years and been involved in countless fandoms. but the one problem that seems to occur in all fandoms across the board is the vile treatment of black content creators.
comments range from overt to “polite” racism.
“xyz wouldn’t date a black girl”
“does reader HAVE to be black?”
why do black people have to fight to enjoy the same content as everyone else??? why are we vilified for wanting to see ourselves in the media we consume???
and not to point fingers, but there are far too many white folk in fandoms who see this behavior and say nothing. who watch their black mutuals get hateful anon one after the other and stay silent. who consume content made by black folk day in and day out but are conveniently quiet when black folk are being abused (yes i’m talking about all y’all who were blasting WAP last summer and ignore issues facing the black community)
y’all love to consume black content (tiktok trends, music, fashion, AAVE, the list goes on) but ignore the humanity of black people.
y’all need to fucking do better bc i’m fucking tired.
“But surely you jest, M’Lord Vect.” the waifish alien mused, sipping from a fluted glass of some unknown intoxicant as she lounged back in her seat. The trueborn daughter of one of the high Archon’s senior Dracons, few could have enjoyed such casual conversation with a figure as imposing and feared as Asdrubael Vect.
“Please, you know my jests, dear Kaitria. If I were attempting to fool you it would be far less obvious and yet far more humorous. The creature is indeed a Mon’keigh.” the grand overlord chuckled through closed lips, eyes flashing for a moment in time with a great cheer from the crowds below.
A/N:Thanks for all the recent likes. This is the twelfth and final part in the Lights, Camera, Action series. Here are the links to the other parts if you want to catch up.
The silence when Tom leaves is palpable, you looking at the door for a few moments as though you’re surveying your surroundings are solid and real and not some figment of a bad dream. Taron stands up straight and you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your neck.
“Y/N?” You turn now and look at him, your eyes meeting his for the first time in days. All the emotions from the past few days, rushing to your chest and stomach and solidifying there like a weight. Silently you walk past Taron and into the kitchen, the man clears his throat behind you.
“Are you and Tom?…” He trails off and you spin on your heel, chin jutted out defiantly your hands curling into fists. Taron recoils at the anger that flashes in your eyes, your voice a low, sharp hiss when you talk.
“How dare you! You asked me to be your girlfriend and I thought that for once…Just once, that you weren’t going to be like other guys.” His eyes lower to the floor, brimmed with tears but you can’t stop talking. It’s all coming out and you need it to.
“But you’re worse, because you let me believe and feel as though you really cared and for what? So you could cheat on me at the first opportunity. And with Nadia of all people?” He looks up at you here, his eyes catching yours and you can see the guilt etched into his face. His usual smooth features lined with regret and tiredness.
“I couldn’t find you anywhere Taron, and then you showed up and I was confused and relieved but you were acting so weird. And then I told you that I was…” A breath for strength here, an internal pep talk to keep your voice steady. “Falling in love with you…And you just left here and jumped into bed with Nadia.” You bring your hand to your mouth and take a deep breath, your stomach twisting and a feeling of nausea washing over you.
“I’m so sorry…I got so drunk and then I danced with her and she was saying all these things. About you and Tom. I’m not stupid y/n, I can tell there’s something between you two.” Your face betrays you at his words, falling and flushing with colour. Taron eyes you, his eyes suddenly sober and heavy with emotion.
“So there is something between you two?” You sigh and lean back against a stool and rub a hand over your face.
“There kind of was at one point. We had chemistry and used to spend a lot of time together between takes. And before you started, we did almost kiss…But when Nadia showed up, I put a stop to it. Then you and I got close and well…you know.” Taron wipes his hand across his mouth.
“You didn’t date or sleep together?” Your head snaps up and Taron knows from the shock on your face what the answer is, he closes his eyes, his face turning to one of anguish. “Nadia said…” You feel suddenly exhausted and want nothing more than for the ground to swallow.
“Yeah well, Nadia was lying.” Taron seems to sway on the spot before closing the distance between you, in two long strides. He reaches out to hold your hands but you pull them away, his eyes looking at you scared.
“Please y/n…She got inside my head, she convinced me you and Tom were seeing each other behind our backs. I was weak and stupid and…Please y/n…Please give me one more chance. If I could go back in time and change things, I would. I didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t mean to.” Your voice is low and soft.
“But you did. You could have asked me? Spoken to me? But you didn’t. You chose to believe someone you barely knew and who hated me. Instead of trusting me, your girlfriend…The person you claimed to care for.”
“I do care about you.” Your laugh is sudden and bitter sounding.
“Funny way of showing it.” The room is silent, Taron looking at you pleadingly, you lick your lips and sigh. “I’m sorry Taron…But I can’t. All I see when I look at you is her. I thought I could trust you and I do care for you but I can’t, I’m sorry…I hope she was worth it.” You watch as he wipes his hands over his face roughly and straighten’s up.
“Okay…Sorry Y/N…I’m sorry.” He turns to leave but pauses looking back at you, he looks weighed down with sadness. You stand up and cross to meet him, pulling him into a hug, he holds you close and breathes in the smell of your shampoo. After a few moments, you pull apart and hold each others gaze.
“I’m sorry too Taron, I’m sorry I can’t carry on.” His eyes soften and his hand brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
“This is on me…I’ll miss you y/n.” He turns then and walks to the door, you follow him awkwardly. He pulls it open turning to look at you one more time.
“Tell Tom he better take care of you.” He’s gone then, you close the door, slide down to the floor and let the tears come.
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After Taron leaves, your body purges itself of all the hurt, confusion and anger of the past month. By the time you get up from the hallway floor your body is stiff and sore. You make your way to bed and fall into a deep and dreamless sleep.
The day after you get to work early, as you pull up in your car you see Tom’s car already parked up and feel a flush of warmth go through you. Glancing in your compact you take in your appearance, only slight shadows, like faint bruises under your eyes, give any indication of the past 24 hours. You tug at the hem of your smock dress self-consciously as you make your way to Tom’s trailer.
Nerves are swimming through you as you walk up the steps and pull open his door, knocking be damned. As you shut the door behind you, you see Tom stand, his eyes wide and soft. You take three steps across the room, Tom pulls you to him, his lips brushing against yours, with an urgency that makes you dizzy. He catches a breath in his throat as he pulls away, his hands cupping your face, he rests his forehead against yours.
“I thought you’d changed your mind.” You shake your head and bring your eyes up to meet his a small smile on your face.
“No…After I spoke to Taron last night, I just felt so drained. It’s been a long few days, I just needed to sleep.” He brushes a thumb across your cheek, his eyes studying your face, as though you’re about to disappear.
“So you’ve not changed your mind?…You want me?…Us?” Closing your eyes, you brush your lips against his before replying.
“More than anything.” He smiles and it lights up his whole face, as he moves his hands down your body, palming your butt and pulling you flush to him. The breath catches in your throat and with one more longing gaze, your lips are crashing against each other with a wanton desire. Tom pulls you to him, before falling back on the plush sofa, easing your legs on either side so you’re straddling him. Your lips don’t part, as he manouevres you out of the jacket you’re wearing, his hands moving up your back as you trace the tips of your fingers down his chest, your hips rolling against him. But you need more, you want to feel your skin on his, you pull at the hem of his tshirt and you pull apart, as he tugs it over his head. Discarding it to the side.
Your eyes trace down his body and you bite your lower lip, as you take in his toned body. His eyes meet yours then, a flirty smile on his face.
“This doesn’t seem fair…Come here.” He pulls you closer, as you kick off your boots, his hands squeezing your thighs. You reach down and pull your dress over your head, your breasts hanging loose. Tom shifts beneath you, his mouth opening slightly. Your cheeks ripple with warmth, and you know you’re blushing, you cross your arms across your chest in a self conscious gesture.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He gently lowers your arms down and cups his hand on right breast, his cheeks turning pink, eyes darkening with desire.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He rolls his tongue against your nipple, before grazing it with the edge of this teeth, the sensation causing your head to fall back as you moan out his name. His hands move quickly then as he unbuttons his jeans, lifting you with one arm, as he shimmys out of them, kicking them off his legs. You pull him into a kiss then, the feel of him straining against his boxers. The friction of him rubbing against your bud of nerves, sending shivers through your body.
“Hold on.” He tightens his grip around you and stands, picking you up and laying on the sofa gently, before crashing his lips back on to yours. His fingertips stroking down your stomach, and teasing the edge of your underwear, you arch your back and he curls his fingers round the edges and pulls them down and off your legs, eyeing you hungrily and causing you to whimper. He kicks off his boxers and your eyes widen at the size of him, he bites his lower lip and leans into kiss you. Your fingers run through the curls at the nape of his neck and he breathes your name into the kiss, your whole body alert to his touch.
He kisses down your neck and between your breasts, rubbing his thumbs over your erect nipples, causing you to squeeze your legs together, to ease the aching you feel for him. He brushes over your thighs with the palm of his hand, pulling your legs apart. His voice is low and husky.
“Let me look at you.” He positions himself between your legs, grabbing himself and rubbing the tip of his erection over your clit. You gasp and arch your back, you want him…You need him. Tom’s eyes shine mischievously and he moves up your body, his hands on either side of your head, caging you in as he looks into your eyes.
“Tell me what you want darling.” His tone is gentle but commanding and it sends a flush of warmth through you, as you watch him through hooded eyes, and lick your lips.
“I want you…Please…Tom?” His eyes soften as he leans into kiss you before pulling back and adjusting his body. His fingers tracing circles on your thighs, he plants kisses on your stomach, your inner thighs and you reach down, tangling your fingers in his hair as you beg him once more. He smirks at you before lowering down and rolling his tongue between your folds, the pleasure sending shockwaves through your body. He moans and grabs himself in his hand, stroking up and down the length.
You feel yourself unravel as Tom uses his mouth to bring you to climax, arching your back, fingers squeezing his hair as you moan out his name. He kisses up your body and you look him in the eyes as you press your hand to his cheek, shifting yourself and lowering your hand between your bodies, grabbing him with your hand. He closes his eyes and moans and you brush your thumb across the tip of him and he growls your name, sending heat right to your core.
“I need you y/n.” His voice is heavy with need, he kisses you deeply as he rolls his fingers against your bud of sensitive nerves. He lines himself up with you, rubbing the tip of himself against you, until you beg him to be inside you. He eases himself in slowly at first and then thrusts. The two of you mirroring each other, heads back and mouths open, eyes closed in ecstasy. You reach up and grip his hair, pulling his mouth to yours once more. The two of you moaning and whimpering as Tom thrusts into you, his hand reaching down, gripping your thigh and pulling it up slightly. You gasp, feeling the full length of him inside you, a thin layer of sweat forming on your chests and brows.
And then you’re coming undone, your whole body aware of every part of Tom that’s touching you. He reaches for your hand and threads his fingers with yours as he smiles softly, his eyes closed with intense pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum y/n.” You breathe out his name and allow the orgasm to wash over you, arching your back and squeezing your thighs as Tom moans out your name and lets his head fall to your shoulder. The trailer is silent other than the heavy breathing of you both trying to get your breath back. Tom kisses you on the cheek, before easing himself from you and reaching over to get a blanket that’s laying on the chair opposite.
He places his arm under your head and throws the blanket over the two of you, his brown eyes gentle as he lays on his side holding you close.
“Are you covered? Do you feel okay?” You smile and stroke your finger down his jaw, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“I feel great…What about you?” He blushes, his eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, I feel great too…I just wish I didn’t have to work now though, I’d rather spend the day…Actually…The whole week with you.” You let out a laugh, your heart skipping a beat as he leans forward and gives you a gentle kiss.
“Hmm yeah, it would be pretty good.” His smile takes over his entire face and you smile back, as he brushes his hand through his hair, his tone playful.
“Well you know…I’m kind of the star of this thing, so I can be as late as I want to set.” You look mock offended and gasp.
“Are you suggesting you’re going to act like a diva Mr Holland?” His eyebrows quirk up, a smile pulling up his mouth.
“Did you just call me Mr Holland?” You smirk and nod your head.
“You know, I think I did.” He lifts the blanket up and positions himself on top of you.
“Say it again.” And as he starts kissing your neck and laughing, all you can do is oblige.
Do you ever stop to appreciate how extremely accessible fanfic is? No, I don’t mean that it’s for free or that it’s based on characters you’re familiar with, although those are also valid factors.
I mean, it’s extremely easy to find something catering to any fiction need you have.
There’s the way it’s always an extension of canon. Fanfic is where we get the holes filled in that were left in the source material. Fanfic is where we get our hurt/comfort aftermath fic, where we can see the characters heal and grow. Fanfic is where we’re shown the happily ever after, too. The fluff and the happy times the characters get to have. The homes they built and the lives they live. All the things canon doesn’t show us.
But the best thing is the way it’s organised. Like, it’s super easy to find exactly what you need at any given moment. There is material for any mood, and it’s meant to be easily found.
Need a hurt/comfort fic after a bad day? You can search by genre and tags, you can even specify which characters you want involved in it, and there will be lots of entries with content that’s exactly that, and nothing else you’re maybe unprepared to deal with. Need to just read some wholesome heartwarming fluff? Well, here’s a tag, here’s hundreds of fics! Need angst with a happy ending? We have that, too! And so forth.
That’s unique to fanfic. Any other sort of media doesn’t deal in so specific content forms, or isn’t so easily browsable. A novel may contain all those things, but it contains them alongside other things. A TV show might have an episode that has what you’re looking for, but you’ll need to know exactly which episode it is.
With fanfic, I can be reasonably sure I’ll find what I’m looking for. Content is usually closely tagged so I can filter according to my needs.
It’s also extremely common to have content warnings for all sorts of things that might make a reader uncomfortable. Ever been traumatized by a book, a movie or a show because it contained material you didn’t handle well seeing, and of course it didn’t come with a warning? The overwhelming majority of fanfic authors will warn you. It’s your own fault if you ignore the tags, of course, and not everything is properly tagged, but most things are, and it allows you to filter not only by what you want to read, but also by what you don’t.
Nothing else but fanfic allows me to curate my media experience that way.
My final prompt for @josuyasuweek2018 which is an “older” prompt. It really was a treat to indulge in fan-fiction writing, especially for a franchise I fell in love just a few months ago. <3
Violet
Okuyasu rubbed his fingers together in his leather, still sticky with the grease of the last motorcycle he worked on: a Lapis crystal Ducati Panigale. Okuyasu must have spent 3 mins ogling the beauty of the bike before working on its faulty gearbox. He was always the butt of his co-workers’ teasing - “Okuyasu loves motorcycles more than women!” - just before The Hand vaporized the space between them and the concrete wall.
But it was that subtle violet tint that always caught his eye as he worked on the motorcycle. Violet. Violet was the color of the dusk Morioh sky, his favorite time of the day. It was blissful summers of his youth. No. It was his eyes - how they gleamed with joy to cheer Okuyasu for the smallest achievements. It was how they grew soft with tears after telling Okuyasu his plans to attend university in Tokyo. It was how they shined whenever Oku surprised him in the city. It was how they were half closed, weary from all nighters during their FaceTime conversations. But it was how they sunk into despair when Okuyasu claimed that their friendship had “run it’s course” just before leaving him to go back to Morioh, where life was static. Where Oku felt safe, knowing he could no longer interfere with Josuke’s new life in the city.
You know Josuke’s back home Yukako said at the bar as they shared drinks together after their shifts. The dive bar was crowded with late millennials, smoke wafting in the air as 80s city pop blared throughout the establishment. To Okuyasu and Yukako’s surprise, they had grown closer platonically after high school. Or more so, they bonded over the fact that Koichi and Josuke no longer needed them in their new lives outside Morioh. That they were just the anchors holding Koichi and Josuke down, drowning them in stale nostalgia of Morioh.
Yukako couldn’t keep up with the demands of university, having a devastating mental breakdown on campus before being sent home to recover. While Koichi found a calling at the Speedwagon Foundation, she couldn’t bear the embarrassment of not being perfect for Koichi or for herself, ending things over a brief text and sending him away. But to her surprise, it was Okuyasu that stood at her doorstep, reminding her she wasn’t alone. Now, in her late 20s, the raven haired beauty had taken up aesthetician, in honor of Aya Tsutji, yet still holding on to her steely attitude with all clients.
Okuyasu rubbed the stubble of his growing beard before swallowing his double shot of whiskey. He knew Josuke was back in town. Everyone always mentioned it to him. His aging father saw Josuke driving his mom to work. Rohan, constantly showing his face at the auto shop, dropped hints that the “ruffian” has been applying to to jobs around Morioh. Even Koichi casually texted him that they should all hang out after his trip to the U.S.
Okuyasu took one final turn on his block, taking one long drag from his cigarette. His shoulder hunched, his buzzcut salt and pepper hair matching the stubble growing on his face, his face languishing as if he were The Hand himself. Perhaps it’s time we faced our inner saboteurs and let them know Yukako’s departing words drifted into Okuyasu’s mind.
Okuyasu opened the large wooden gate, hearing his dad’s nightly stories blare from inside. Okuyasu’s tired eyes looked up to find a vision sitting on his front porch. His anxiety must be playing tricks on him to see the moonlight reflect on a coiffed pompadour. Their broad chest in a simple white shirt and jean jacket. A face that hadn’t aged at all. This must be a dream Okuyasu thought as his cigarette left his lips to drop on the ground. But no. Those were the same violet eyes penetrating Okuyasu’s broad face, with the same warmth from their youth.
“Oku…”
The feels,man…yet another entry from Josuyasu week 2018
(btw all my notes and convos still being deleted :( )
When Harry’s mother convinces him to attend his ex’s wedding, he must enlist support in the form of his handsome and charming best friend, flatmate and convincing fake boyfriend, Louis. With Louis by his side, the ever present sun and the plenty of open bars, an all expenses paid week long cruise doesn’t seem like the worst he could do.
tags: Vacation, Cruise, Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Oblivious, Boys In Love, Mutual Pining, Past Harry/OMC - Freeform, Ballroom dance, Wedding, Cocktail Dinner, Cuddling & Snuggling, Drinking, Swimming Pools, Platonic Cuddling, Louis takes care of Harry, harry is louis’ baby, Dancing, Talking, Drinking & Talking, Healthy Communication, Shy Conversations, Beard Burn, Implied Sexual Content, Maybe needs an epilogue
Summary: An alternate ending to the introduction of the character Neku from the video game Dream Drop Distance/World Ends with you. Sora meets Neku for the first time and thinks he is quite the cutie…
Summary:Daphne insists on Colin to tell her where the duel is held. It just leaves Colin in a dilemma. What do to about you (around Hyacinth’s age)? He can’t leave you unattended.
“Where are they!” – vented Daphne out, bursting into the parlor. You gasped when she entered so furious. Her cheeks puffed up, her face turning a shade of red. – “Who? Daphne, you have to be more precise.” – answered Colin who was playing the piano. His fingers brushing the keys as a soft melody filled the room. Daphne came standing by the piano, her face sour as if she was about to burst. – “I think you know very well of who I speak!” – replied she, looking over her shoulder to you. She granted you a smile before removing all traces of it towards her brother.
Colin swallowed nervously, continuing to play the piano as if nothing was out of the ordinary. – “You mean Mama?” – asked you, thinking it was her Daphne was looking for. – “Anthony!” – shouted Daphne out. So loud it made Colin touch the wrong notes, ending the sweet melody with a hard clash. The sound was so sudden and loud, it made you cover your ears. The book suddenly shut before you reached the ending. Colin got up, taking Daphne by her elbow. He pulled her closer to the window, away from you. Daphne moved her arm up so his grip on her would lose. – “Don’t tell me you have not a clue, because I know you do.”
Colin inhaled deep, looking nervously away. – “Tell me where they are, brother. You need to tell me.” – whispered Daphne to him. She tried her sweet approach, hoping to gain favor this way. Colin pressed his lips together, slightly shaking his head. – “It is a matter of life and death!” – Daphne raised her voice a bit, yet still out of reach to you. – “Daphne…” – started Colin. Daphne moved her hand up, annoyed by his presence. – “You know where they are! Tell me!” – begged Daphne. Colin sighed looking past his shoulder over to you. You were staring with wide curious eyes at your siblings, trying to understand what was happening. – “Colin!” – called she out, losing her patience.
She grabbed him by the arm, pulling him along. – “Daphne wait!” – Colin twisted his arm so that Daphne released her grip on him. – “I can’t…” – said he, looking ashamed at the ground. – “You will take me to them!” – Daphne was determined to reach the duel before any true harm was done. She took his arm again as Colin moved it out of her way. – “I can’t!” – repeated he himself, leaning in closer to her. His eyes wandered off to you. Daphne lifted her shoulders a bit up, following his gaze.
“Then I shall go on my own!” – decided she, taking the back of her cloak as she spun around. Colin gritted his teeth, going after her. You straightened your back at bit, seeing them run out of the parlor, leaving you alone. – “I cannot leave her alone!” – bit Colin at her, agitated that Daphne would even suggest such a thing. She stopped at the door, turning towards him. – “Then stay here, but simply tell me where they are.” – insisted Daphne, not wanting to waste another minute. Colin inhaled sharply. – “I cannot leave you unescorted!” – called he out. – “And I cannot leave Y/n unattended!”
Such a conflict he found himself in. The duty of a brother slowly weighing on his shoulders. A weight he had not yet felt so heavy of a burden. It was his duty to escort Daphne. Yet it was also his duty to attend to you since they were the only one’s present at the house. – “Make your choice!” – Daphne pulled the hood from her cloak over her head, heading out of the door. Colin groaned in frustration, balding his hands. What must he do. If mother ever knew of this, he would hang.
“Y/n!” – called he out loud from the hallway. You got up, walking out of the parlor. – “Yes, brother.” – said you, still holding the door as Colin motioned for you to come over quickly. You ran up to him while he snapped his finger at the doorman. – “My sisters cloak!” – insisted he. The doorman bowed, parting from his position to go and fetch your cloak. – “Where are we going?” – asked you curiously. Colin knelt down on one knee before you, sighing deep. – “You cannot tell anyone of this.” – breathed he out. Your cloak arrived as Colin moved it around your shoulders.
He tied the cloak for you, moving the hood over your head. – “Is this like a little secret?” – questioned. Colin stopped what he was doing, smiling at you for a moment. – “Yes.” – whispered he out, stroking your cheek with his thumb. – “Now we must make haste!” – He got up to his feet, taking your hand. You tried to catch up with his firm footsteps as it felt like you were running and he simply walking. Outside sat Daphne already on her horse, huffing in surprise. Colin his horse was brought to him. – “Don’t even speak about it!” – said he to Daphne, helping you up in the saddle.
You moved a bit closer to the horses head. Colin hoisted himself up, coming to sit behind you. He took the reins in his hand. You panicked a bit when the horses head went up. – “Colin…” – said you in sheer panic. Colin signaled the horse to move, giving it a kick with a loud command. The horse got in motion, practically moving from standing still to running in a minor of seconds. You closed your eyes as this was the first time you rode a big horse. You were used to practicing on pony’s that went slow, not a tall horse that went fully rogue.
Daphne’s horse was running just behind you, trying to catch up. She caught up, riding beside the two of you. – “We better be there in time!” – shouted she out. – “In time for what?” – shrieked you out, panic written all over your face. – “You should’ve talked him out of it!” – It was clear Daphne was not released of all her anger yet. – “Talking him out of it?” – yelled Colin back. His horse thumping on the stones as they made way for the fields. – “You do know we are talking about Anthony!” – reminded he her. With little to hold, inhaled you sharply and tense. Colin had his hands on the reins, no where near you. Of course were his arms in a way around you, but not fully.
“You could’ve tried!” – answered Daphne brutally. You yelped soft when you felt like your entire body was bouncing around. – “The hairs Y/n!” – called Colin out to you. You froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. – “Take the hairs Y/n!” – shouted he louder, sending a rush of panic over you. You hastily grabbed a hold of the horses hairs for grip, not knowing if it would hurt the poor animal. – “Don’t shout at her!” – shouted Daphne, redirecting her anger to Colin’s manners. Colin sighed loud, granting his sister with a glare. Every time the horses hoofs touched the ground, got you more anxious.
You wanted off. This was getting to much of a thrill for you. They ran up to a woodsier part of the fields to reach their destination. Daphne bowed her head, avoiding some twigs from slapping into her face. – “Where is it!” – breathed Daphne out. – “Just up ahead!” – pointed Colin out. – “That will take us forever!” – screamed she out. Daphne thought for a moment, remembering something. – “I know a short-cut!” – exclaimed she, signaling her horse to go left. – “Wait!” – Colin clenched his jaw, going in pursuit. Daphne galloped to a large hedge, splitting land into two. Colin made his way over to it as well.
You saw the hedge, seeing Daphne jump over it with her horse. – “No…” – mumbled you out. – “No, no, no.” – your voice getting a bit louder each time. Going in full panic mode, didn’t want you to jump. You had never jumped with a horse. Certainly not a tall one as this one. – “No!” – called you out loud, protesting. Colin got startled, unable to see your facial expression. – “It will be alright Y/n.” – reassured he you. You shook your head, leaning back against his chest. – “I want off. I want off!” – shouted you, trying all to make him stop. – “Y/n, I…” – responded Colin, approaching the hedge.
You screamed loud, not wanting to go but you had no choice. Colin squeezed his arms closer to your body so that he could give you some sort of protection when the horse flew over the hedge. It landed on the other edge as you were full on crying. Colin signaled the horse to go faster, wanting to catch up with Daphne. – “Y/n I’m sorry.” – said he, hearing you cry. – “I truly am.” – In the distance saw he already Anthony and Simon, back-to-back. Benedict stood by a tree, keeping a close eye on Anthony. Daphne was guiding her horse towards them. Colin took a detour, coming closer by a different direction. He needed to get you out of sight before Anthony and Benedict would see you. Or he for sure was a dead man walking.
By a large tree, not far from them came Colin to a sudden stop. He jumped off, taking a hold of you, helping you off. Once your feet were on the ground, pushed you Colin off you. You wanted nothing to do with him for a while. Crying loud, walked you up to the tree. Colin going after you. – “Y/n I…” – started he, seeing your face was all wet from crying. You leaned against the tree, Colin coming to kneel before you quickly. – “Y/n I need you to do something for me.” – breathed he out, looking past the tree to where Daphne was. She was almost up to them if he didn’t make haste.
He moved his hand to your shoulder as you pushed it off. It pained him to see you so frightened like this. He never meant to scare his little sister like this. – “Stay here and out of sight! Please!” – begged Colin. He nodded, telling himself all will be well. Getting up, started he running. Anthony and Simon were ready to draw their pistols, pointing them at each other. Daphne interfered with her horse, startling the poor men. A gun shot was fired. You gasped, feeling as if you had skipped a few beats of your heart. Followed by loud neighing and shouts. A part of you wanted to look, but another part of you didn’t. Letting yourself slide down the bark, plugged you, your fingers in your ears to block the loud voices out.
Colin’s heart dropped, seeing Daphne lay in the grass. Anthony, Simon, and Benedict at her side quickly. – “Sister!” – called Anthony out at the same time Simon called out her name. Simon wanted to touch her, feel that she was alright when Anthony held him at a distance. – “Are you hurt sister?” – asked Anthony, fearing she might’ve been shot. Daphne got up, removing the hood from over her head. – “I am perfectly well, not thanks to you!” – spitted she out furious, getting up to her feet. – “What were you thinking? Running into a crossfire like that!” – shouted Anthony back. Colin slowly approached, nodding at Benedict as a reassurance that their sister was save.
“What were you thinking!” – fired Daphne right back at him. – “You men and your duels!” – scoffed she out. Daphne brushed some dirt off her cloak, turning around as she came face to face with Colin. She widened her eyes at the absence of you. Colin noticed the burning question on her lips, slowly shaking his head. He didn’t want her to ask about your well-being right here in the open. Daphne kept staring at him, tilting her head a bit to the side with a clear hint of her eyes. It made Colin widen his eyes as he had not thought of it.
How was he ever going to return home with you unnoticed. Everyone would head home together, so it was impossible for him to go unnoticed with you. Closing his eyes, cursed he at himself for not thinking this through. – “Well I suppose we all need a drink to forget about these events.” – pitched Benedict in. – “Agreed!” – bit Anthony, glaring at Simon. – “But you will marry my sister!” – insisted he. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. Not after witnessing the kiss between them in the gardens. Simon had to marry her, no matter how many times he insisted on not to. Everyone started to make their way over to their horses.
Daphne let Colin know to make haste decisions. – “Are you not coming brother?” – questioned Benedict, standing close to his horse. – “I…I…continue without me…” – said he, raising some questions to his brothers. – “I wish to see more of the view.” – Anthony laughed loud, ridiculing him. – “Don’t be absurd! Fetch your horse, Colin!” - Colin swallowed nervously, looking over his shoulder to where he left his horse and you. – “No…I…I really must insist.” – said he, hoping to persuade his brothers. Benedict quirked his eyebrow up, feeling as if something was off. – “Fetch your horse or I will!” – called Anthony out, pointing firmly at his horse in the distance. Colin exhaled deep, turning around.
Daphne slowly shook her head when he walked past. There was nothing for him to do but to go and fetch his horse. He could get on his horse, telling you he would come later for you? No that is out of the question thought Colin. He would never forgive himself for leaving you behind. Perhaps if he rode as last, no one would notice? Let you sit behind him so that his body would block out your posture. But how would that work at home when you descend? Perhaps there was nothing else to do but to face the consequence of his actions. In his mind acted Colin in the best way, pleasing both his sisters with what they needed.
You to be attended and Daphne to be escorted. If this was his walk towards death, he would take no other path. Colin arrived at the tree, disappearing behind it. Benedict frowned, giving his horse to Anthony as he followed. – “Y/n?” – whispered Colin. You wiped your cheeks dry, looking up to him. – “Can we go home?” – asked you, seeing him nod. He extended his hand to you as you took it. He left you by the tree, fetching his horse. As the tall creature approached you, gasped you loud, staggering back. Still frightened by it. – “It’s alright Y/n, I promise to take it slow this time.” – reassured he you.
“Y/n?!” – called Benedict out in surprise. His look of shock turned to anger when looking at Colin. – “You brought her here!” – yelled he out, lashing out to Colin. Colin stumbled back when his brother waved with his fist around. – “You wish to tell me you brought our sister to a duel!” – The others had heard the commotion, coming over as well. – “What is the meaning of this!” – Anthony widened his eyes as well at the sight of you. Gritting his teeth, felt he himself boil with anger. – “Explain!” – hissed Anthony at Colin. – “I…I…I had no choice! I had to escort Daphne but… I couldn’t leave Y/n on her own at the house.” – explained Colin.
“So you decided to bring her to a gun fight?” – yelled Benedict out, ready to wave his fist around again. – “I wouldn’t have brought her here if you didn’t start a duel in the first place!” – lashed Colin out, getting a bit tired that everyone was pointing fingers at them. Anthony was trembling with rage, ready to fight him. – “Stop!” – screamed you out loud, getting everyone attention. – “I want to go home!” – insisted you, stomping with your feet on the ground. Benedict noticed the glossy reflection in your eyes, hinting that you had been crying. He came kneeling before you, wiping your cheeks dry from the wet stains still visible. – “I want to go home…” – sobbed you out. Benedict nodded, wrapping his arms around you.
Anthony sighed deep, calming himself. – “Come along Y/n.” – said Colin holding his hand out to you. You gasped, leaning closer to Benedict at the sight of his horse. You didn’t wish to sit upon that animal any time soon. You shook your head, clamping onto Benedict for comfort. – “I am sorry.” – confessed Colin again, falling onto his knees. – “I never meant to scare you Y/n, I truly did not.” – you let go of Benedict, walking over to Colin. You hugged him, feeling him move his arms tightly around you. As if he was afraid, you would slip out of his grip if he loosened up for an inch. – “Forgive me sister…” – he moved some hair aside, kissing your cheek. You moved back, wiping your eye with your sleeve.
Anthony was glaring at Colin, demanding to have an explanation of your tears. – “I frightened her… with the horse.” – said he out loud. – “I brought upon her a fear of riding horses.” – Colin looked ashamed at the ground. Daphne came to his side, moving her hands to his shoulder. – “It will take time, but she might grow out of it.” – whispered Daphne to him. – “You are not to blame.” – Colin smiled faintly at her, giving her hand on his shoulder a soft squeeze. Anthony walked up to you, kissing the top of your head to sooth you.
“Will you ride with me?” – asked Benedict. – “I promise to go gently.” – reassured he you, offering you, his hand. You slowly nodded, walking up to him. He helped you on his horse, hoisting himself up behind you. You breathed out in shivers, sitting on top a grand animal again. Benedict moved one hand around your stomach, holding the reins in his other hand. – “We’ll go slowly.” – He gave the horse a gentle kick, setting it in motion. Your muscles pulled together from fright when the animal moved.
The horse walked slowly, almost parading. The others got on their horses as well. – “You do not need to wait for us.” – called he out to Anthony. Benedict looked down at you, smiling. You looked up to him, giving him a faint smile. – “We have all the time.” – whispered he out. Anthony nodded, signaling his horse to go faster. Daphne and Colin followed. Simon went his own way. Benedict and you rode on your own pace. He didn’t want your fear of horses to grow. You would make it back home, eventually. It just took a little longer.
“You lost puppy?” – commented Riven with a sly smile. You rolled with your eyes at him approaching you. He tilted his head to the side, smirking as he loved to see a reaction from you. You didn’t gave him one, just slowly crossing your arms. – “Leave my girlfriend alone, Riven!” – you heard being called out. From behind Riven appeared Beatrix with a cunningly smile. She moved past Riven as you pretended to bite at him. He scrunched his nose, wiggling his head in a mocking way. You licked your lips soft when Beatrix let her fingers slide down your cheek. She purred, taking a hold of you.
Beatrix swooped you up, kissing you forcefully. Riven looked a bit awkward away, tugging his hands in his pocket. Beatrix turned around; her lipstick smudged all over your lips. – “You were saying.” – asked she with a stone-cold look. Riven opened his jacket with his hands still tugged inside. He turned around, knowing not to mess with her. Beatrix turned her attention to you again, moving her fingers through your hair. – “How is my little mix.” – purred she out with a melodic voice. You locked your arm around hers, heading for class. – “Perfect, my storm.” – complimented you back.
Beatrix got wild, railing herself against you. She was clinging onto you, her one foot popping up as she took in your lovely smell. – “You drive me wild, Y/n.” – breathed she out, high on you. You chuckled as she stroke your shoulder whilst walking. Many heads turned in your direction as you entered the cafeteria, you just needed to get across, heading for class. Beatrix snarled at anyone who would dare to give you a look that looks a bit suspicious. Beatrix was very protective of you. You were like her most contained treasure. She the dragon guarding her treasure of gold with anything she possessed.
You exhaled soft at her cute but slightly dominate flair. In another hallway opened you, your hand to her. Beatrix quirked her eyebrow curiously up. From the palm of your hand sprung a root that slowly un-popped into a black rose. Beatrix gasped at your gesture, taking the rose from you. She smelled it, unable to stop smiling. She then slapped you against your shoulder. – “Au! What was that for!” – called you out, confused. – “You know damn well!” – hissed Beatrix at you, pulling a bit at the petals. You sighed deep, taking her arm again. – “A flower won’t kill me.” – said you in a weary tone.
“A flower perhaps not, mix, but a thousand might if you keep storing energy in these things.” – responded Beatrix with a wicked undertone. You sighed again. – “Alright, I promise not to use my powers for any minor things…” – answered you loud. – “Even when it means I can’t please my girlfriend anymore.” – whispered you out, lowering your voice. Beatrix had heard it, pulling you to a stop by grabbing your elbow. – “I’m just looking out for you!” – called she out. – “I’m not losing you, certainly not over a flower.” – she threw the flower over her shoulder as you tried to grasp for it. Your beautiful masterpiece, thrown away.
Taking a deep breath, took you a hold of both her arms. – “You won’t lose me… Trix… I’m… I’m alright…” – reassured you her. – “You better be!” – With her finger poked she you in the chest. Taking her hand, continued you to head over to class. You had to admire her vulnerability around you. The only reason Beatrix was so worried about your well-being is because you are what people may call a rare fairy. Not born with one, but at least five abilities. Making you kind the hybrid amongst fairies. You were an earth fairy, but also a fire, light, water, and a mind fairy. All in one.
“Morning Miss Dowling!” – greeted you, entering her classroom with Beatrix. – “Morning girls.” – replied she with a soft smile. Beatrix performed a dramatic curtsy at her to annoy her even more. – “Take your seat Beatrix.” – said Dowling with a soft sigh. You held hands with her till up to your seat. You sat down, Beatrix leaning down on it. She leaned in close, her face up to yours. She whispered some loving words to you that made you flutter. – “Today, please Miss Beatrix.” – called Farah out. Beatrix rolled her eyes with a groan. Beatrix wasn’t going to let Dowling stop her from kissing you. You shared a slow and passionate kiss where your lips felt like being glued to her.
cleared her throat as Aisha came sitting beside you. Beatrix sighed annoyed, pulling herself up. – “Already going!” – said she, seeing Farah stare unamused at her. Beatrix took her time to walk away from your desk, blowing you a kiss. You blew one back. Beatrix took her seat, sitting next to some light fairy. She glared at her just to make a statement. The last few girls took their seats, hurrying inside. Farah was standing before her desk, clasping her hands together. – “Lovely to see you all girls.” – said she, seeing Beatrix pretend to yawn. Farah didn’t let it poke her, moving on. – “Today we shall start on the practice of some more advanced magic.” – Farah leaned against her desk, overlooking everyone.
“Balance and control is very vital.” – continued she to lecture. – “If one has not the control over it’s own emotions and powers… they are certain to fail.” – Dowling started to walk through the middle. Bloom swallowed nervously. Aisha beside you, looked quickly down at her own desk to avoid eye contact. – “Perhaps a demonstration? Who would like to give it a try?” – Farah started going around desks, everyone avoiding her eye contact. She stood near a desk as the girl nearly fainted that Dowling would choose her. Dowling rested her hand on the desk, giving the girl more anxiety.
“Y/n!” – said she, looking up to you. The girl where Farah stood by her desk, exhaled deep. You made eye contact with Beatrix. Beatrix shook her head. Farah awaited your display. You swallowed nervously, getting up from your desk. All eyes on you, motioned Farah for you to walk up to the desk. So everyone could see you. – “Don’t!” – hissed Beatrix at you in a low voice. – “Mix!” – whispered she out. Her little nickname for you. Since you were her mixture of sweetness and abilities. With trembling hands went you up to the front.
Standing in front of everyone, felt you exposed. – “Use any kind of ability you prefer.”- said Farah, leaning back against some cupboards to observe. You nodded, slowly bringing your hands up. You waited for further instructions of what Farah expected from you. Beatrix was still shaking her head, trying to whisper to you to not go through with it. Farah explained what she wished of you. Closing your eyes, focused you on one particular ability. Opening your eyes shined they bright blue. Between your hands emerged water as you let it move up in a circle. The water was flowing around in a circle. You inhaled deep, seeing Farah nod.
You brought your hands slowly together allowing the circle of water to form into a ball. A small ball that was hovering from the palms of your hands. – “Wonderful!” – said Farah, clapping loud. You were in focus as suddenly you gasped loud, taking by a force. Beatrix widened her eyes at you as your eyes turned bright red. Around the ball of water that still hovering in your hand, formed a ring of fire. The fire was keeping the ball of water in place. Spinning fast around it. Girls started to gasp when from inside the ball of water emerged a bright light. The water was shining as Stella moved her hand to her mouth in shock. Your eyes were shining bright in a light color as you were breathing in a slight panic.
You had no idea what was happening. You had no true control over it as your body simply performed the actions. – “Make it stop!” – bit Beatrix out. Your head shot back, grasping for air as your eyes changed color again. From up your wrists to your fingertips came roots twirling up. – “Stop it!” – Beatrix jumped up from her seat, slamming her hands on her desk. She turned to Farah, demanding her to interfere. Farah was baffled, caught with not knowing what to do or how to stop it. Your body started to shake at the immense power you were using all at once. – “Y/n!” – screamed Beatrix out, seeing you suddenly collapse to the ground.
Everyone got up in shock as Beatrix pushed them aside. She rushed to your side, kneeling beside you. – “Y/n? Y/n?” – breathed she out, her hand trembling with fear of touching you. She touched your cheek carefully, trying to get a reaction from it. You weren’t responding as her emotions took over. Beatrix pulled you up to her lap, cherishing you into her arms. – “I’m sorry…so sorry.” – sobbed she out, rocking you gently. Farah and some other students came closer. – “Stay away!” – screamed Beatrix out with all her pain, setting lightning off.
Lightning bolted through the classroom, making them stagger back. – “Why did you chose her!” – bit Beatrix at Farah. – “Why?” – screamed she out, her words barely hearable through her cries of pain. – “B…Bea…” – mumbled you out, slowly opening your eyes. Beatrix looked down at you, wiping some hair out of your face. – “I’m here Y/n… I’m here…” – sobbed she out. You smiled soft, feeling her lips against your forehead. – “Miss Y/n… I am…I am sorry.” – confessed Farah, presenting herself humble. – “No, your not!” – replied Beatrix. She clenched her jaw, glaring deadly at her headmistress.
“To you she is nothing more but a pawn! But she is not. Y/n is not a pawn in your game. I shall not stand for it anymore. From now on, you stay away from her!” – yelled Beatrix out. You had found a bit of your strength back, pulling yourself a bit up. – “Bea… Bea…” – said you a bit out of breath. Beatrix kissed your forehead to reassure you that she was always on your side. – “We’re leaving!” – insisted Beatrix, helping you up to your feet. You clamped onto Beatrix, feeling drained from almost all your energy. Beatrix pushed everyone aside that stood in her way, leaving the classroom with not another word.
This was what she feared. She knew using your abilities to a certain level would wear you out. No one was built to contain so many abilities in one body. So you had to be extra careful when you used yours.
Clinging onto the metal bars high up, observed you, your targets. You watched at least ten men walk around the warehouse. Wooden crates were scattered around. One of the men in suits, pointed at one the crates. A slimmer man revealed a crowbar, breaking the wooden panel. Intrigued, leaned you a bit forwards to get a better look. The man was grinning, taking out a weapon. So that was what they were shipping. Of course these were Kingpin’s men. Sudden grunts caught your attention as they came from somewhere in the back. You gasped seeing an injured man being crashed against one of the crates. Kingpin’s men started shouting, drawing their guns.
It didn’t take any seconds for the warehouse to be noisy with gunshots. A dark figure came in sight, moving stealthy. From the way he was moving, knew you he was interfering. – “Oh, no you don’t!” – said you to yourself, getting up to your feet. You clamped onto the first metal bars, setting your foot on the third one. You helped yourself up, setting your two feet on top. Beneath you was the other vigilante having his way. Blocking gunshots and kicking kingpin’s men. You set yourself off, doing a backflip. Landing on your one knee, struck you a pose, cause why not. Some of Kingpin’s men shouted, pointing firmly at you.
You got up with not a scratch. Shots were fired at you, making you avoid them by staying low to the ground. Getting back up, stood you before the guy. You had taken a hold of his weapon, pointing it firmly up. He tried to work his way through your force with no help. You winked at him before throwing a blow against his stomach. Your hands releasing a bit of energy. The guy flew across the room, crashing into the wall that left a large crack from where his body hit. – “Oops.” – said you innocently, holding his gun sloppy in your hand. You threw it away with a mischievous smile. Another henchman came running over to you as you firmly grabbed him by the throat.
You easily lifted him up from the ground, his feet dangling. The devil was caught off guard, suddenly a new sense overwhelming him. He moved his head a bit to the sounds, trying to listen in. He had clearly heard the blow against the wall. He inhaled sharply, hearing another heartbeat. Steady and calm. Clenching his jaw, knew the devil that he wasn’t alone anymore. Someone had shown up, trying to steal his work. Grunting agitated, grabbed he a guy by his throat, smacking him to the ground. It pissed him off that someone else was trying to play hero.
You ignored Hell’s kitchen’s devil, working your way through Kingpin’s men. Shots were fired as you did a few backflips, avoiding them. With no way of seeing where you were going, straightened you your back again, bumping into someone. – “Sorry!” – you called out, peeking over your shoulder at the red leather fabric of a suit. You only heard a clearly annoyed sigh, followed by him grabbing a hold of your shoulders. You shrieked it out, getting thrown over his shoulder, falling onto the ground. – “Stay down!” – breathed he at you, his chest moving heavily with his deep breathing. You shuddered in pain, rolling over to your side. Damn the devil had some moves.
The devil turned himself around as you swung your leg over the floor at him. It hit his ankle, sending him falling flat forwards. He pushed himself up with a deep groan. Touché thought you. He was clearly agitated now as he was ready to teach you a lesson or two, was it not for the few remaining men of Kingpin that required his attention. They were making an escape for it with some crates. You saw him turn his head to the direction of the sounds, without actually looking it. It was more like his ear needed to see then his eyes. He spurted away, going after them as you slowly pulled yourself up. Brushing some dust of your sleeves, allowed you him to take down the last men.
You saw it coming but let him have his go on it. He pushed you with his elbow against the wall. You chuckled in pain from the impact. – “Who are you?” – called he out, pushing his arm deeper onto your throat. You weren’t letting him intimidate you. – “Who’s asking.” – replied you, moving your lips closer to his. He could feel your breath on his lips, making him shudder away. – “What are you doing here?” – asked he then. – “Same as you.” – answered you calmly. He didn’t answer back, just looked at you. observed you. He moved his head a bit to the side, so that his ear was closer to you. You swallowed a bit, finding the silence a bit tense.
He suddenly smiled, turning his head towards you again. He let go of you, turning his back on you. – “Hell’s kitchen has no place for you!” – stated he, making very clear to you that he worked alone. You removed yourself from the wall, creeping up on him. – “I wouldn’t mind dancing…” – started you, coming to stand behind him. Very close that your chest was almost touching his. Moving your hand up, wanted you to let it slide down his shoulder. – “with the devil.” – finished you in his ear, your hand hovering over his shoulder to go towards his chest. With a quick grip had he his hand around your wrist. It startled you a bit, catching you off guard. He spun himself around, a dark grin on his lips. He took a step closer to you, his face inches away from your head.
You breathed out slowly, feeling his breath on your jawline. – “Believe me…” – whispered he to you. – “You couldn’t handle a night with the devil.” – your entire body shuddered from the tension he was releasing on you. It made him smirk, your heart pounding like a maniac. Before you knew it had he reached one of the broken windows. He sat on the frame, looking over his shoulder to you. – “Stay out of it!” – called he out to you, disappearing into the night. You puffed loud, crossing your arms. – “Who does he think he is?” – called you out loud, speaking to yourself and some unconscious men. – “As if he is the only one with a vendetta against Kingpin.” – scoffed you out. Hearing sirens in the distance, took you, your leave as well. Disappearing into the night. For it would not be your last night. No one was going to stop you, not even a devil who had such dare.
***
With heavy rain in your face, were you running stealthily over the rooftops. A guy who moved like a freaking ninja in pursuit. You jumped over a metallic pipe, slowing your tempo a bit down. The guy in pursuit, almost flew over it, making you gasp loud. You ran up to the end of the rooftop, being surprised by a fall to death. You gripped onto the edge, looking down at the deep alleyway below. Of course there was the fire-escape hanging on the side of the building, but it was too low for you to reach. You quickly turned around, standing face to face with one of Kingpin’s trusty men. He pointed his knife at you, luring you out. You took a few steps closer to him, readying yourself to fight him. You motioned for him to approach you as you were ready to take him on.
Just as he was about to run over, was he suddenly gone. The devil standing in his place, grunting loud. You saw Kingpin’s man rolling over the rooftop, being hit by the devil himself. – “I told you to stay out of it!” – called he out, pointing at you as his face was still facing Kingpin’s man on the ground. – “And I decided to ignore that stupid ass decision.” – replied you, hearing him chuckle. – “I’m not going to ask you again! Back off!” – yelled he out, this time turning his head towards you. – “We’ll see about that.” – said you, running up to him. You kicked him in the stomach, releasing a blow of energy on him. The devil got throw almost across the rooftop, smacking against the other edge.
You tilted your head a bit to the side, focusing your attention on kingpin’s men. – “We weren’t finished yet.” – said you, cracking your knuckles. You readied your fist, feeling the energy flow through your veins, building up in one spot. Your hand started to glow in a shade of white. You screamed it out when you received a blow against your cheek. You stumbled down, seeing the devil hover over you. – “What are you?” – asked he of you, clearly still trying to figure you out. You got up to your feet, calling it out as you lashed out to him. He easily blocked your punch, standing face to face with you.
Pulling yourself away, went you for another round. He easily blocked it as well. You threw in a kick, making him catch your leg before it could hit his body. You hadn’t been storing any energy in those limbs, so your punches weren’t as strong as before. He suddenly pushed you away from him just as kingpin’s man waved with his knife in the direction of both of you. His knife landed in the space between you, leaving the devil to grab his arm. With a punch of his elbow, released he his grip on the knife. You gritted your teeth, not finished with the devil, throwing a punch at him. He easily predicted what you were going to do, pulling the guy before him like a human shield.
You hit him in the stomach, sucking the air out of his lungs. The devil then tossed him aside, kicking you back. You stumbled backwards against the edge of the rooftop. – “You really want a go at this?” – asked he, motioning with his hand for you to come closer. Wiping your nose with the back of your hand, got you back up. – “I do!” – spitted you back, not wanting to give him the pleasure. He curled up a smile, readying himself. You did the same, walking in a circle with him. Almost like a dance. You clenched your hand, collecting your energy in your fist.
You noticed a slight change in the devil’s body language as if he sensed what you were doing. You called it out, going for him. The devil did the same, ready with his fist. The two of you were about to clash when Kingpin’s man made his debut again. You quickly staggered back, missing his knife by an inch. The devil kicked him in the face. The guy stumbled your way as you punched his other cheek, sending him wobbling back over to the devil. – “We make quite the team.” – breathed you out. You swore you could see a tiny smile on his lips. – “Don’t push it!” – replied he, kicking the guy in his sheen. He sunk to the ground, calling it out in pain.
The devil went after you again. He wanted to make it clear to you that he worked alone. Taking much pride in it. He grabbed you by the shirt, your back leaning over the edge. – “I’m not saying this again!” – called he out, pushing your back firmer on the edge. You took a hold of his wrist, wanting to be sure that he wouldn’t suddenly let go. If he did, you would simply tip over the edge into the darkness. – “I don’t need you!” – the tone in his voice firmly as he spoke every word out slow and with a deeper meaning. Your heart rate went up at the sudden sense of danger. You were hanging on the edge, your life in the hands of another. – “Do you understand!” – continued he.
In a split second fell you weightless. Your body being held by feathers, your scream caught in your throat. Your mouth was wide open as your hands clawed desperately in the air, no sounds coming out of it. The devil had widened his eyes, feeling that his hands were empty. He came leaning over the edge, listening to your heartbeat. It was racing up in high speed, making him clench his jaw. Kingpin’s man had punched him with the back of his knife between his shoulders, releasing his grip onto you. You managed to hold onto a bar of the fire escape, breaking your fall a bit. The sudden snap made you release your grip, landing on the lower platform of the fire escape, squealing in pain. The devil jumped over the edge, landing on the highest platform.
He then made his way stealthily down, constantly focused on your heartbeat. He made it to where you were, kneeling beside you. – “Are you hurt?” – asked he worriedly. You gave him a push against his chest, not knowing what kind of charade he was putting on. – “You dropped me!” – yelled you at him. – “I…I…I didn’t meant to.” – answered he. You seated yourself down, putting pressure on your back. – “Right! How am I supposed to believe you didn’t just wanted to paralyze me, so I was out of your way.” – groaned you out, inhaling sharply from the pain.
“I’m not that cruel.” – responded he. – “Playing with the big boys is harder than it looks, right.” – added he with a slight bit of mockery towards you. You punched him in the shoulder to act out on him. You tried to stand as he quickly came to your aid. – “I don’t need your help!” – bit you at him, throwing his hand off your arm. You took a hold of the stairs, groaning in pain as you tried to make your way down. Your movement got pulled to a stop by a hand around your arm. – “Look you can’t be walking the streets like that!” – pointed he out, making you exhale deep. You spun around to him, sighing loud for him to hear. – “Well what would you have me do then?”
A large panel got slide aside as it functioned as a door. He gave you a small nudge in your shoulder, telling you to enter. You stumbled forwards as he pulled the ‘door’ to a shut. – “Make yourself at home.” – said he, walking casually around you. – “Who are you?” – questioned you, looking upon the most normal apartment. – “What, you think I lived in a cave or something with knifes hanging on the walls.” – chuckled he out, making you roll your eyes. – “No.” – answered you, stepping deeper into his apartment. – “just… different.” – you swallowed, moving slowly, biting through the pain. – “Sit!” – demanded he off you, pointing at his sofa. You limped your way over to it, letting yourself fall into the comfy seat.
You exhaled relieved, feeling some pressure released from your spine. He returned to you with a pack of ice, handing it over to you. – “You really gonna keep the mask?” – asked you curious. He pressed his lips together, turning his back to you. You shrugged your shoulders, placing the pack of ice against your back. You immediately shuddered in both pleasure and pain. He made his way over to his table, hesitating to take his mask off. He exhaled deep, bringing his hand to the back of his head. With one pull, tore he his mask off his face. Exposed and feeling a bit weird, breathed he out deep. Placing his mask down, was he still doubtful if it was a right thing to do.
Without thinking much further, walked he back over to you. He seated himself down. You noticed him, gulping silently at his handsome face. You had expected a messed-up face, scratches, and scars all over the place. Instead were you staring at a handsome young man with a clean face. - “A face! Does the face has a name as well?” – called you out loud, seeing him crack a tiny smile. – “Mine is Y/n if you were wondering.” – said you as first, letting him off the hook a bit. – “Matt.” – answered he. – “How’s the pain.” – asked he, pointing at you without looking away from the wall he was facing. – “It’s… it’s alright…” – replied you with a slight narrow of your eyes.
There was definitely something off about him. – “Why are you doing this?” – continued he to ask. – “I mean playing vigilante.” – you moved a bit uncomfortable, clenching your jaw at a sting of pain. – “I…I…” – you exhaled deep, looking down at your own lap. – “Kingpin hurt someone close to me…family… I’m not letting him get away with it that easily.” – Clenching your hand, channeled you subconsciously energy at your hand. Matt sensed it again, inhaling sharply. – “What is up with that?” – you blinked surprised, looking at your own hand as if seeing it for the first time. – “Oh…” – breathed you out. – “I’m… I’m what you call a mutant. I can channel any kind of energy through my body, releasing it with a good blow or so.”
“What’s up with you.” – shot you right back, wanting to know his deal as well. Matt swallowed slowly. – “I’m blind.” – confessed he. You hummed baffled. You leaned a bit closer holding your hand out. You wanted to poke him in the cheek with your finger to see if he truly was what he said he was. Before your hand even reached his cheek, had he his grip around your wrist. Not even moving an inch with his head. He pushed your hand down, getting up. – “You can spend the night here, but then you leave, Y/n.” – you watched him go into another part of his apartment.
Exhaling deep, sunk you deeper down into his sofa. Before the morning light were you gone already. Matt slowly awoke from his alarm. He stretched out, remembering he had let you in yesterday. He got out of his bed, walking into the grand living space. He couldn’t hear another heartbeat, making it certain that you had left. He exhaled deep, feeling a bit disappointed that you had left already. Frowning at his own thoughts, laughed he loud. He should be glad you were gone, for the devil works alone.
***
You jumped into an alleyway, thinking you were there first, but Matt landed in the same alleyway as you at the same time. – “You’ve got to be…” – mumbled you out, seeing Matt turn his head in annoyance at your presence. – “I told you to stay the hell away!” – called he out. You walked over to him, pausing close to his ear. – “I don’t listen very well.” – whispered you at him, continuing to strut away. Matt inhaled sharply, coming after you. You were making your way over to the building when a grip around your ankle, made you fall flat forwards. Matt walked past you, shrugging his shoulders.
Clenching your jaw, pushed you, your fist against the ground. Getting up quickly, ran you around the corner. Matt stood in the doorway, waving at you as he closed the door before him. It made you groan out loud annoyed that he kept getting in your way. The door wouldn’t budge as he must have blocked it. Letting all the energy flow towards your hand, clenched you, your grip. Wanting to make an entrance, punched you the brick wall. Clapping your hands together, walked you in, stepping over the crumbled bricks. – “Honey I’m home!” – called you out loud, wanting Matt to hear you.
You stood a bit lost in the dark room, wondering if there was even a fight going on. It wasn’t until you heard clear punches being sold, that you smirked. You made your way quickly up the stairs, seeing Matt already busy in the fight. He punched a guy in the face, making him stumble on his feet. You grabbed the guy by his shoulder pulling him towards you. Handing him one of your own punches, fell he to the ground. Matt turned to you stunned, like a lion that had just been stolen his piece of meat by a hyena. He turned his head swiftly to the side, listening in as someone approached him. He diverted him, allowing him to crash into you. You fell to the ground with the man laying on top of you.
“Huh, I guess not fast enough.” – joked he out with a deep chuckle. You pushed the man off you, wanting to punch him as Matt pressed his foot on the man’s stomach. He swayed his finger from side to side at you, telling you no. You called it out in annoyance that he kept proving to be better then you. You got up, walking away, letting Matt have his way with him. Matt felt a bit disappointed that he couldn’t taunt you anymore. You dodged knives and punches with such swiftness it almost seemed graceful. Matt and you were both stubborn in your fights, constantly trying to proof to be better than the other one.
Almost out of breath, delivered you a final blow. You turned your head, widening your eyes at a sudden heavy weapon. – “F*ck.” – breathed you out, seeing the weapon point at you. It was like a rocket launcher, ready to fire. Matt sprinted up to you, tackling you just when the rocket was launched. You smacked to the ground, rolling over with Matt’s arms around you. The rocket hit the wall, blowing a huge piece of the building up. Matt was laying on top of you, holding his head down, his lips close to your jawline. Crumbled pieces of building fell on top of him, shielding you from it. A wave of dust made its debut as well, coating the both of you.
Matt coughed loud, lifting his head a bit up, his lips inches away from yours. He froze, hearing your heart beat loud and clear. It was speeding up as he couldn’t ignore his own heart racing up as well. – “You okay Y/n?” – asked he, his breath against your lips which felt so intimate. You slowly nodded, answering afterwards as Matt couldn’t see what you did. He pulled himself up, leaving you breathless. He held his hand out to you as you took it, letting him pull you up. The guy with the rocket launcher threw the weapon away as it only had one hit. Matt puffed his chest up, clenching his jaw. He made his way over in a very intimidating way.
You followed close by, wiping some dust off your face. Matt grabbed the guy by his shirt. He smacked him against the wall, dragging him along it. He then released his grip onto him, sending him rolling on the floor. He made his way over, kicking him in the stomach. It turned you a bit on at how brutal he was handling him. When blood was gushing out of his nose, called you him to a stop. He stopped, his blooded fist, hovering the guy’s face. He let go of him as you moved by his side. You stared at Matt, feeling a sudden urge wanting to kiss him. He must’ve felt the same as he grabbed you.
He moved his hand to your shoulder, moving your hair up as he tried to reach your cheek, kissing you firmly. Your body shuddered at his kiss that felt so violent on your lips. Pulling him closer to your body, kissed you him deeper. Matt moved his thumb up towards your nose, trying to feel more of your features. Both of you pulled away out of breath. You nudged him with your hip. – “Does this mean we’re a team Matt?” – questioned you with a smile. Matt shook his head with a silly smile on his lips. – “I’ll think about it.” – whispered he out, cupping your cheeks to kiss you again.
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Summary: When a proposal has been offered, will you accept or forever keep your doubts? Can love truly conquer all?
“Marry me.”
You stumbled a bit backwards, letting your hand slide out of his. His request floating around your mind in little fragments. Fragments that had not yet been pieced together. Shivering out a breath, moved you, your hand towards your chest. How could he so easily decide the future when you were still yet uncertain about the present. The damage that has been done was not something to take lightly. Being personally cast out by the queen herself had consequents. If this meant you were out of the season for the rest of your live, you could never accept his hand in marriage. You wouldn’t wish a life of cruelty upon him.
Not on the man you love. Not even for a snippet of happiness. – “I…I…” – stuttered you out, afraid to look him in the eye. Benedict kept looking hopeful at you, keeping his warm smile up. He was starstruck for even seeing the possible dangers ahead. – “I…I…” – your gaze went up towards your father. He was smiling, perhaps a pure smile you had barely seen. Not a hint of miscommunication in it, simple but pure honesty. For the first times in forever had he been happy, content with you. You didn’t want to take that from him.
Then you adverted your gaze to Benedict’s brothers. Against all odds were they standing right here. By your side. Taking your side. No one had done that ever. It was unfair to them for what you had in mind. Your mind was chaos, every horrifying end tormenting you. How could you accept despite it all. This wasn’t a simple answer of yes or no, this was more than that. Reputations were at stake, reputations you didn’t want to shatter. You never did. If accepting meant dragging Benedict and his family alongside with you, you preferred to suffer alone. As you always have, for alone is all one person can have. Alone protects you.
It protects those you love, leaving the suffering to you. Taking away their pain as you had endured so much pain it became bearable. You started to slightly shake your head, pressing your lips together, feeling the tears emerge. – “I…I can’t.” – whispered you out, taking another step back. Benedict exhaled shocked, his knees going wobbly as he felt himself being dragged under. Colin ran up to his brother, holding him up by the shoulder. – “I’ve got you brother.” – said he, making sure Benedict stand up straight. – “I am sorry…” – sobbed you out, allowing some tears to roll down your cheek.
Your father ran up to you, shocked by your revelation. – “Y/n, my darling.” – called he out, staring baffled at you. Benedict found a bit of his strength back, patting Colin on his chest that he was alright. Colin carefully let go of his brother, keeping a close eye on him. – “Why?” – asked Benedict, taking a step closer to you. You sniffed loud, turning slightly towards him again. – “Why? You know why?” - told you him, your lip trembling from the sudden strong emotions. Benedict shook his head with a bite of his lip. – “Not good enough.” – answered he, shrugging his shoulders a bit. You exhaled sharp, taken by his determination.
Why was he so stubborn. – “Why, Y/n?” – he asked again, pounding his fist down in the air. You shook your head, not wanting to have this conversation by the palace. You turned around, walking away from him with your father by your side. Benedict wasn’t ready to let you off so easily. He knew his love was not one-sided. He had seen the emotions inside of you. He had seen the longing, the desire. He had seen it because he saw it within himself. He hated that despite it all you were still trying to protect him. Even when he told you numerous times not to. All he ever wanted was to love you, be by your side and support you no matter what.
“In sickness and in health, is that not a requirement?” – shouted he at you, ready to defend himself. – “I know you are afraid Y/n, I am too, but that doesn’t give away the fact that I…I…” – Benedict felt his hands tremble as he came to a stop. He felt like his emotions were steering him. He felt all control over himself slip away. The fight lust inside of him so grand, it made him go towards every length to keep you close. – “Benedict please…” – said you, wiping some tears away.
“How many more times must I proclaim myself? You are all that matters to me, nothing more. I want you, I … I love you.” – confessed he, making you abruptly stop. – “I love you with all my heart and it pains me… it pains me to see that you are not willing to give it a chance, us a chance.” – Benedict started to slowly approach you as you had stopped moving. His words casting a spell on you that kept you in place. – “I beg of you…” – you breathed in shivers, feeling his hands slide up the back of your arms. His sudden touch captivating you. – “I have lost myself in you.” – whispered he out, breathing against your neck.
You turned around sharply with tears in your eyes. – “I’m scared…” – exclaimed you. – “I am afraid that I might be the cause of all your pain. I do not wish that upon you. I love you… and the fact that I love you is why I must protect you.” – cried you out. Benedict moved his trembling hand towards your cheek, letting it rest there. – “I’m scared that all has been for nothing. That I can’t be the loving wife you require, that I cannot give you what you desire, that I cast my shadow upon you. I have seen it.” – you gave Benedict a slight push against his chest.
“I have seen what my condition does to people.” – you moved your head slightly to the side, seeing your father stare shameful at the ground. He knew you were speaking of him. Of all the deeds he had done towards you. – “I have seen it change them. Change them so much they are afraid to look at me. Benedict, I don’t want you to stop looking at me.” – tears were streaming ruthlessly down your cheek, clouding your vision. Benedict curled up a tiny smile. – “I shall never.” – whispered he to you. – “You don’t know that…” – answered you back. Benedict inhaled deeply, looking up to the blank night sky for a moment.
“I am telling you… right here that I love you Y/n. All of you.” – spoke he out, gazing back at you. With his palm against your cheek, wiped he some tears away. – “Don’t be afraid my love… It is time to let go of your fears…” – you shuddered, closing your eyes for a moment. – “Do not let society decide for you, do not let it lead your life. For I shall stand by your side no matter what. If the queen forbids you from the season, let her be… for I have already found who I wish to marry.” – slowly opening your eyes again, stared you in his hopeful eyes.
You loved his sense of hope when you could not. – “Y/n, I ask you again… will you accept my hand in marriage for I will love you entirely.” – He rose your hand up, holding it gently in his hand. Everyone was waiting in anticipation for you to speak. Benedict inhaling deeply as his chest rose with the tension building up inside of him. You could not deny your doubts and fears, but perhaps you simply had to take that leap. For how else were you going to discover what laid at the bottom of the cliff. For love is scary, allowing oneself to fully let go to experience it’s deepness. Love was a burning flame, bursting with light with one single touch.
You curled up a smile, slowly nodding. – “With all my heart.” – whispered you out, finally letting go of your fears. A smile spread across his lips, unable to contain himself. Benedict moved his hands around your back, lifting your body a bit up. Inhaling sharply, pressed he his lips against yours. That simple touch that made you reborn. Become a whole new person. Moving your hands to his jawline, tilted you your head to kiss him from a different angle. Love was indeed a burning flame that you felt inside of you. Why did you ever doubt him. It finally was clear to you that he loved you, all of you. There was nothing to be afraid of anymore for you had each other. You didn’t have to be alone anymore, for love has found its way to you. Granting you with the upmost caring gentleman one could ever give. Benedict Bridgerton, your artist, your protector, your friend, your husband.
Anthony cleared his throat, breaking Benedict, and you apart. – “How this is all very warmly, I do have to remind you that we are in public.” – informed Anthony with a shy smile on his face. Benedict and you took a step apart from each other. Gazing with deep affection to one another. – “Y/n darling, we must get home… I do not wish to be handled like that again.” – your father was right. It was wrong to stand here as she had casted you out so easily. – “We must head back inside for our dearest sister and mother.” – pointed Colin out, looking a bit over his shoulder. Benedict took your hand, leaving a caring kiss on top of it. Smiling at him, watched you him step back, letting your hand slowly slip out of his till it hung beside your body again.
Father took you by the arm, leading you towards the carriage. The two of you got inside as you sat by your fathers side. He threw his arm around you as you came laying against his chest. – “I hope you can forgive me… I cannot give any excuses for my behavior, and I will not for I have committed a crime. I do hope you can forgive your dear old papa for his blind eye.” – he threw his other arm around you as well, pulling you closer to him. – “From now on, I shall always be there for you. In sickness and in health, for I do not wish to lose you.” – He turned his head, kissing the top of your head.
A sudden crack of wood made you fly up in the carriage. Landing firmly back onto the seats as one part of the carriage had been send down. – “Father what is going on?” – called you out anxiously as the carriage came to a sudden stop. He held his finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. Outside heard you loud voices. Father looked frightened at you, his face turning pale. – “Whatever you hear… stay here!” – demanded he, gripping tight onto your hand. – “Father!” – whispered you out in panic, seeing him take his leave. You moved over to the door, keeping your head out of sight.
You tried to listen in to the sudden voices as it sounded that they were with many. – “Good sirs…” – heard you, your father say with his hands up. You gasped in shock, covering up your mouth when you witness your father being punched in the stomach. He stumbled to the ground in pain. You wanted to jump out of the carriage and assist your father in any way. You heard loud laughter, seeing him get kicked in the stomach while he was crawling in pain on the ground. Your hands were trembling with fear. If your father was unable to defend you, what might they do to you once they find you.
A reflection of light marched into the dark as it made you widen your eyes. Torches. They were carrying torches and they were marching… marching up to the carriage. Your father knew what they were going to do as well, grabbing a hold of one’s ankle. – “Stop! My daughter is in there… please…” – begged he out, receiving another kick. He groaned in out in pain, rolling over to the side. A man held his hand out, demanding to be given a torch. – “No… please… stop…” – called your father out in pain, feeling every bone in his body hurt. – “You shouldn’t have brought her to the palace.” – said the man holding the torch, leaning down to your fathers face.
“No… I beg of you… my daughter is innocent.” – pleaded your father with them, trying to get back up to his feet. – “We’ve all heard the rumors!” – shouted he loud, roaring up his crowd. – “Your daughter is a stain to our society, and we don’t want her kind here!” – his men cheered loud as he threw his hand up. – “No!” – father screamed in pain, locking eyes with you in the carriage. You were terrified, unable to move as you heard them approach. They started banging on the carriage to scare you. You were being shaken around, crying in terror. – “Get… away… from my daughter!” – called your father out between clenched teeth, pushing himself to get up.
With his hand against his stomach, limped he over. Desperate to protect you till his very last breath. – “Father!” – cried you out, wanting to get out but someone was holding the door firmly. Father groaned loud, waving his fist around. He received a blow against his nose, sending him down. – “No!” – screamed you out, trying to get out of the carriage. They just walked over him like he was nothing. – “Let me out!” – yelled you out, wiping your tears aggressively away. You saw the burning torch come closer, hearing the crackling sounds from crisping wood. Screaming in agony, were you jamming hard against the door that would not budge.
“We have endured you long enough!” – shouted one of the men at you. Feeling the last bit of strength slip away, felt you lost. How could this be the end when it hasn’t even begun yet. You were going to marry the man you love. Grow old with him and share so many adventures. The torch was so close to the carriage now that it only took a good connection for the carriage to catch fire. You gasped, hearing horses neigh loud. At least three you could distinguish. You heard someone jump off the horse as their feet landed with a thud on the gravely road. Punches were being handed out. Hearing grunts of pain and anger.
You dared to pop your head out of the window, widening your eyes at your rescuers. – “Benedict!” – screamed you out loud. It caught him off guard for a moment, getting punched in the face. Feeling a bit wonky, collapsed Benedict almost to the ground. All men had moved away from the carriage, fighting against one of the Bridgerton brothers. It suddenly started to feel warm in the carriage as you spotted that the torch had been dropped. Laying against the broken wooden wheel, catching fire. You called it out, kicking your feet against the doorframe as it wouldn’t budge. – “Dear God!” – breathed Anthony out, seeing the carriage catch fire.
“Colin!” – shouted he out, punching a guy in the face. His boxing skills coming in handy after all. Colin nodded, pushing a man’s grip off him. He than ran over to the carriage, trying to pull the door open. He was kicking against it, pulling at it, anything for it to move. The carriage started to fill up with smoke as the ceiling started to catch fire as well. – “Colin!” – called you out, keeping yourself as low as possible. – “Come on!” – grunted Colin out, wanting the door to work with him. Benedict saw his brother struggling as well as the burning carriage. He fought off the handy man that he couldn’t shake off. With a bloody forehead, jumped he over some unconscious fallen men, aiding his brother.
“Y/n! it’s going to be alright love.” – reassured he you, pulling at the handle. – “It won’t work!” – answered Colin hastily. Benedict clenched his jaw, not ready to lose you. You were crying, laying with your head on the seat to stay as low as possible. Benedict moved his hand to the window frame, trying to see if you could fit through. – “I’m going to pull you out, my love, I promise you.” – called he out desperately, trying to break the framework of the window. It cracked since it had been weakened by the warmness of the flames. Benedict reached his arms into the carriage as you got up. You felt the intense heat above you, sticking your hands out. Benedict moved his arms tightly around you, lifting you up as he tried to pull you out through the open window.
Colin helped pulling, pushing your body a bit up so that it could tip you over. You popped free, falling onto Benedict as he fell to the ground. From intense happiness, cried you in his arms. Telling him how much you loved him and how scared you were. Colin helped the two of you up to your feet, moving away from the burning carriage. Anthony had fought off the last man as many others had taken a run for it. He was now helping your father up to his feet. – “Your… your bleeding.” – called you out, touching his forehead briefly. It stinged but he tried to not let you see it. – “It’s nothing.” – reassured he you, taking your hand in his.
“How… how is it that you are here?” – questioned you, laying in Benedicts arms on the grass. Your head resting against his chest while he cherished you in his embrace. – “We heard them talk about their plans.” – replied Anthony out of breath. You snuggled closer to Benedict, seeking comfort. You didn’t want to say it, but it frightened you how you were still not out of the clear. It was never simple with the two of you. Always an obstacle in the way that would prevent you from loving. A cruel society, one more turning their back on you. Benedict noticed the doubts reflecting in your eyes as he tilted your chin up to him. – “Don’t go refusing me again, Y/n. My heart can’t take it.” – chuckled he out. – “I won’t… not this time.” – responded you, looking deep into his eyes. – “I am not afraid anymore.”
Eloise clamped onto her brother with a smile on her face. Trees of blossom were spreading their petals through the wind. It was a happy day for everyone as two would be reunited into one. Benedict and you were ready to say your vows. To no longer be two, but one. For one cannot stand without the other. With pride in his eyes, gazed Benedict upon your arrival. You were dressed in all white, holding onto your father’s arm. He was being supported by a cane as his body had not healed up properly yet from the incident.
He guided you towards your intended. Eloise let go of her brother as Benedict extended his hand out to you. You let yours slip into his, walking up to him. – “Are you ready my love?“ - whispered he to you. – “You can always turn back now before you are bound to me.” – chuckled you out. – “Not a chance.” – responded he, leaving a gentle kiss against your forehead. Taking his arm, allowed you him to guide you inside. It was a small ceremony, just those close to you present. You sealed you vows with a kiss as loud cheering filled the church.
Outside hugged you everyone before your departure with your newly wedded husband. Never in a million years did you think you would call one husband. You thought no one would love you with what you carried, but one did. And one phenomenal one indeed. You couldn’t have wished for a better person to love. You finally found yourself worthy of being loved. Gregory bowed before you with a saddened face. – “Aw Gregory.” – said you, kneeling down to him.
He threw your arms around your neck, moving your arms around him. – “I’ll miss you.” – whispered he into your ear. You moved his head back, wiping a tear of his cheek. – “I’ll miss you too dear Gregory, but I promise to invite you soon as you…” – you touched his nose with your finger brief. – “don’t forget to invite me to tea as many times as you like.” – That made him laugh between his tears. You pulled yourself back up, taking Benedicts hand. You waved everyone goodbye one last time before heading off.
The wood in the fireplace was crackling delightful. You stood before it, warming your hands up to it. Benedict approached you from behind, letting his fingers go up your arm. His face buried in the crook of your neck. There he planted a kiss. A soft kiss that made you smile. His hands slowly lowered towards your waist, leaving another kiss in your neck. He pushed some fabric aside over your shoulder to kiss it as well. You melted at his touch that send shivers up your spine. – “My dear wife.” – breathed he out, kissing your bare shoulder again.
You turned around, laying your arms around his neck. – “My dear husband.” – replied you, staring dreamingly at him. He brought his lips down towards yours, whilst holding onto you firmly. He started guiding you away from the fireplace, his lips forever on yours. Kissing him with such longing, it made your heart beat out of your chest. You could feel the pounding of his heart against yours, beating for one another. Standing close by the bed, guided he his hands up. He unbuttoned you, dropping your dress to the floor. His hands then started to fumble the ribbon of your corset. You guided your hands down to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt.
With one smooth pull, untied he the knot at the top of your corset. You giggled against his lips at how eager he was. Benedict kept kissing you whilst trying to tear the corset off you. It slipped off as he let it drop to the ground. You carefully stepped out of it, standing only in your undergarments. Benedict’s hand laid against your back, feeling your warm skin underneath his palm. For the first time, felt he truly close to you. Feeling every bit of your core. You stopped kissing him for a moment, holding him as he guided his lips to your neck. He kept kissing you uncontrollably as your body warmed up by his touch.
You gasped quietly at the sudden sense. It felt unsettling as you questioned it at first if it was real. Benedict stopped kissing you, placing his hand against your cheek. – “Are you alright Y/n?” – questioned he, sensing something was off. You fluttered with your eyelashes, winching at the sting of pain coming from inside of you. You bend down, gripping onto his shirt as you held your stomach. It was happening again. One of your episodes at the worst timing. A sting of pain went through your entire body, making you collapse through your knees. Benedict gasped, preventing you from falling.
You pushed him away, falling onto the ground. He stared at you in shock, hoping you wouldn’t turn him away again. You crawled back against a closet, coughing loud. Your entire body shivering from the intense pain as Benedict witnessed your condition firsthand. You kept coughing loud, unable to stop as you let your fingers slide down your throat. Wheezing were you grasping for breath. It was like your lungs were on hold, not working for a moment as you felt like suffocating. Benedict rushed to your side, kneeling beside you. – “Breath Y/n, breath!” – called he out in a state of panic.
Your head laid back, grasping for air. You witnessed the concern in his eyes, slowly cracking him. Then gasped you loud, screaming in tears. You let your head fall forwards against Benedict’s arm, crying loud. – “Please….” – begged you him. A part of you still wanted to seclude this from him. Shield him from the pain inside of you. Your body twitched, coughing loud in your hand. Benedict was in slight shock, not knowing what to do. It was clear that he was no match for your illness. – “Please…” – begged you again, wanting him to turn a blind eye. Benedict shook his head firmly, inhaling deeply.
“I promised to love you in sickness and in health.” – replied he, letting his palm go upwards your cheek. – “What must I do?” – whispered he to you. You pointed lifelessly at the bed, unable to control your tears. Benedict carefully picked you up from the ground, leading you over to the bed. He laid you down, staring bewildered at you. You took his hand, pulling it down. You wanted him to lay beside you. So he did, laying himself carefully beside you. You rolled over to your side, pulling his hand over your body. Benedict understood what you meant, crawling closer against your body. He slid his arm underneath your body so that he could fully hold you close.
You cried in terror, wishing for the pain to go away. The pain that made every muscle in your body sting. Benedict kept his body firmly against yours, burying his face in your hair, closing his eyes. He felt the shocks your body made against his, making him grip onto you firmer. Fearing that if he faltered, you might slip away from him. – “I love you Y/n.” – said he, kissing the back of your shoulder. He wanted you to know you are so loved, even in a state like this. He thought he would be scared and at first, he was. Laying here with you, gave him the strength to carry on. He understood that you needed him, that he needed to be the better man. If this was what a life spending with you meant. Then he would gladly spend it like this. In time he would learn to pick up any of your signals better to ease your way through it.
“I am sorry…” – said you between coughs. – “What for?” – asked he, lifting his head a bit up. – “For ruining our wedding night…” – Benedict kissed your neck gently. – “Our night is not ruined my love. I say it brought me closer to you in any way possible.” – you cracked up a tiny smile, finding some joy between your pain. – “Besides I shall have from now on every night with you. You might find me annoying one day when you wish not to sleep so tightly in my embrace.” – chuckled he out. You rolled a bit over to your back, looking up to him. – “I could never…” – whispered you to him. Benedict lowered his head, kissing your forehead as you felt so weak. – “I’ll watch over you…” – said he, making you exhale deep. You rolled back to the side, clamping onto his arms around you. Like a cocoon were you held safe in his embrace. Where nothing bad could ever touch you.
