Waitingtobeimpressed

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Azriel Shadowsinger: On The Floor

Pairing: Azriel Shadowsinger x fem!reader

Summary: with the inner circle outside your door and a broken bed, desperate times call for desperate measures….

Warnings: SMUTTTTTT, Az is so hot, mega dirty talk, kinda dom!Az, bruises, bites, and blood are mentioned, unprotected sex (but they’re both on potions) Az is fucking kinky. Please practice consent and safe sex!

A/N: so this is definitely the smuttiest I have gone, so please let me know what you think! Thanks @leahkenobi for making me not feel like a weirdo and being just the best ever.

Once again my requests and asks are open, and so I’d love to start a conversation with anyone!! Enjoyyyyy.

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“Quiet,” Az scolded as he pressed his palm to your mouth, silencing your whine.

“Do you want everyone to hear how desperate I make you?”

Your eyes rolled into your skull at his husky, sex-drunk tone.

“You want them to hear us, don’t you?” he whispered with a smirk. “Dirty.”

He then kissed up your neck, still keeping your lips sealed with his tight hold on your mouth. He had you pinned underneath him, letting his broad body and large wings cover your frame completely.

He hit the spot that he knew would make your head spin, and he purposefully sucked just a little harder than he should. Your entire body clenched and shivered.

“Gods,” he mumbled, “is this all you need from me? Do you want more, baby?”

You nodded underneath his hand, not feeling an ouch of shame at the desperation in your eyes. He smiled devilishly, and removed his hand from your mouth to replace it with his lips.

If your body wasn’t already on fire, it sure as hell was now.

He kissed you with fever, so much it made the oxygen in your lungs completely useless. He wasted no time with entering his tongue into your mouth, and he mapped out every inch. He grabbed onto your hips, hard, and couldn’t help but rock forward to help ease the pressure of the erection he had been carrying since dinner.

Instead of your hot and desperate breaths filling the room, a high pitched creaking sound came from the bed posts. The bed lurched forward, and you froze, staring into each others eyes.

“Did we just…” Az asked.

“I think we did,” you responded, breathless. “We broke the bed.”

Az’s still lust-filled amber eyes had a drop of humor in them now, and one of his dimples appeared on his right cheek.

“Well,” he said, “that was very sexy of me.”

You managed a laugh before saying, “It’s still useable.”

Az looked at you darkly before leaning his body forward. The wooden frame grumbled loudly, and a high-pitched squeak echoed through the room.

“Not in the way I want to use it,” Az said, still meeting your eyes, and you exhaled erotically.

“Too bad we have to stop.”

“No,” you said. “No Az. Please no.”

And there was that smirk again.

“You’re that desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

Fuck

“Mhmm,” you responded, feeling your insides heat up, and he licked a line up your jaw. Your eyes fluttered shut.

“What do you propose, my love?” he whispered into your ear.

Your mind instantly started racing, thinking of any possible way you could get Az inside of you without causing even more of a scene.

The house you were staying in with the inner circle was tiny.

All you wanted to do was get away for a weekend and enjoy a couple nights in Velaris all to yourselves. The group of you had been working more than you had in years, and a group get-away was more enjoyable than you ever expected. Having weekly dinners together had become few and far between, and you all finally had the chance to catch up again.

You felt like a family, and that’s all you could have asked for.

However, a sturdier bed would have been a plus.

You knew people were still in the dining room, and you knew they would hear the bed rocking once you and Az got into it. They could probably tell by the way you two were looking at each other all night that that’s what you were doing in your bedroom, but you both wanted at least some privacy.

Az was the type of male who didn’t care if his brothers knew he was good, but he didn’t want them to know just how good he was. And he definitely didn’t want them to have the whines and groans you made underneath him anywhere near their ears.

Those were for him.

You bit your lip to silence yourself as Az sucked a hickey on your collarbone, still trying to come up with some way to fix your situation. He was being fucking brutal, hitting every spot on your neck that you loved. He was making your mind spin on purpose, and you could barely formulate a thought.

Suddenly, as Az moved from one side of your neck to the other, and idea popped in your head. It had been something you had fantasized about for a while, probably too much, but had just never brought it up.

“I know that look,” Az said, raising his face up to look into your eyes. “What is that beautiful brain of yours thinking about?”

You smiled at his compliment, but the arousal and lust was still present in your eyes.

It was a look that could make Azriel crawl for you.

“On the floor,” you said, and Az’s face darkened significantly.

“What?” he asked. He was the breathless one this time.

“I want you to fuck me on the floor, Azriel.”

You didn’t even have a chance to blink.

The kiss you were met with was messy, completely filled with tongue and teeth and desperation. It was the most aggressive, vicious, luscious way he had ever kissed you, and it only lasted a couple seconds before you felt your body rise off the bed, and you were roughly rolled onto the floor. Az’s wings caught your fall before he sat you down on his lap.

Something in Az had snapped, you could see it on his face, and the flames in your belly erupted up your back and down your legs. His lips were already beginning to swell.

“I fucking love when you talk like that,” he said, unable to keep his lips away from your skin. “Don’t ever stop talking like that.”

You smiled seductively and nodded, before groaning when he rubbed his hips against yours.

“Tell me if it gets too much,” he whispered, mouth still against your skin with intense puffs of air, but your mind was so fogged you barely heard him. You just continued hopelessly rubbing your heat on his bulge, trying to find any sort of friction or relief.

“Hey, look at me,” he pulled away from your neck and held your jaw with his hand, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” he said, and the Az you knew shone through. He was sweet and gentle, looking into your eyes for any sort of hesitation. You blinked, trying to recollect yourself, before nodding.

“I will.”

And Az didn’t hold back.

He kissed you with the same vigor as before, rubbing you up and down his clothed erection as he did it. He ripped your shirt off, ripped it off, and slid your pants off as well. He unclipped your bra and tossed it behind you, still refusing to let his tongue leave yours, before placing his hand on your underwear.

“Oh Y/N,” he said. “You’re already ready for my cock, aren’t you? I can feel it.”

You nodded with a smile, and he smiled back. His gorgeous, genuine smile. Dimples and all.

“Gods I love you,” he said, before kissing you deeply.

“I love you too Azriel,” you responded against his lips, and brought your hands underneath his shirt. You felt the goosebumps arise on his skin, and he released a hot breath.

“See what you do to me Y/N,” he said. “Fuck.”

You rose his shirt over his head, stood up on your knees so you could unbutton his pants, and slid his pants and underwear off at the same time.

And there he was. Your Azriel, Illyrian member of the Night Court, Spymaster Shadowsinger, one of the most powerful Illyrians in Prythian history, panting, sweating, and stripped bare on your bedroom floor.

Seeing him like this was proof enough that there had to be some sort of deity in this fucked up world.

“Stop staring,” he said teasingly, before bringing you into another kiss. He started to rub you through your underwear, and your pants and whines started to become less controllable.

“You still have to be quiet, baby,” he said. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“No. No don’t stop.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said, so arrogantly you would have smacked him under any other circumstance. Instead, he pulled down your underwear so slowly and torturously it had you squirming.

He spread his fingers through your slick, and groaned at how much there was.

“I thought of having you like this all of dinner,” he whispered huskily into your ear, still rubbing near your clit. “This soaked and desperate for me, squirming from just my fingers. The noises you’d make. How soft and tight you’d feel around me as you came.”

You bit the inside of your cheeks so hard to prevent a moan that you drew blood. Az could feel you shaking on top of him, and his own hands were shaking as well.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful. I can’t even eat fucking food without thinking of you—”

“Az, please.”

“—can I fuck you now, beautiful?”

“Please Az,” you said, and dug your nails into his back.

He lifted you into the air, and slowly sunk you down on his dick, gripping your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises.

The pleasure was so intense that he bit into your shoulder to stifle his own moan, and you gripped his hair to stifle yours.

He repeated the motion, and started to snap his hips into yours harder and harder. Even though you were on top of him, he was still the one in control.

Faster and faster he fucked into you, and waves and waves of pleasure coated your entire body from every one. Your head couldn’t even stay upright, and you buried your nose into Az’s neck, kissing and biting when he would hit a spot inside you that made your toes curl.

As silently as possible, Az continued this until you were on the brink of orgasm. He felt you getting tighter and tighter, and he was determined to have you come before he did.

“Where—where should I touch you?” he asked, moving his fingers down to help you coast into your release. His voice was choppy and rough.

“Where you did—where you did before,” you said, and your eyes rolled back when he complied.

The final wave of pleasure hit you, and you broke.

You scratched down his back completely, and bit down on his shoulder to hide your scream. Your entire body pulsed and your legs shook, and your body went limp against him.

Az, of course, was there to hold you.

You slowly got feeling back into your body after a few seconds, and you felt Az’s twitching cock still inside you. You sat up and looked at him, and saw how anguished he looked trying to hold back his own orgasm.

“Can I—” he began, but couldn’t finish due to his lack of breath. His entire body was quivering.

“Can I flip you over?”

“Yes,” you said calmly, “use me.”

And he did.

He used his hips to flip positions, so now you were the one touching the hardwood floor, and he laid you down before rocking into you as hard as he could.

Your head rolled back, and almost slammed against the solid floor. Az was still in enough consciousness to catch your head with his left hand before you did hit the floor, and you made a note to thank him later.

Later.

Right then, however, you let Az thrust into you harder than he ever had before, and it look less than 30 seconds for the both of you to finish at the same time.

Az lowered your head to the floor delicately, before completing collapsing on top of you, breathing heavily.

It took quite a while for you both to completely catch your breath. Your vision was blurry and you could feel how much the both of you were leaking onto the floor.

Az kissed around your jawline after a while, before mumbling. “They definitely heard us.”

“Really?” you said breathlessly, sweat still dripping down your forehead. You really tried to be as quiet as you could.

“It’s ok,” he said, and propped himself up on his still shaky arms. “I’ve seen Cassian do worse.”

“During sex” Azriel was one thing, but post-sex Azriel was the same if not better.

His hair was a frizzy mess from how hard you gripped onto it, his body and face were coated with a thin layer of sweat, and his eyes.

His eyes were completely blissed out with adoration and love. They were closed slightly from exhaustion, and it made him look that much more endearing.

He had to be the most beautiful male you had ever seen.

“I told you to stop staring,” he said, and you smiled.

“Then you have to stop,” you replied, and ran your knuckles across his jawline, feeling his smooth and sculpted skin.

“You’re beautiful too, Azriel. So handsome.”

The love in his eyes only grew, and he leaned his head down to kiss you one more time, passionately and slowly. You ran your hands down his back, feeling the marks from your nails.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Don’t say that,” he said. “Don’t be sorry. I fucking love it.”

The arrogant smile returned to his face once again.

“It means I did a good job,” he said, and kissed your nose.

“Asshole,” you responded, and you both laughed.

“Am I good to pull out?”

“Mhmm,” you said, and exhaled shakily when he exited your body.

“I love you Y/N,” Az said, settling into your neck, letting his full body weight lay on top of you. His wings relaxed as well, encompassing you.

“I love you, Azriel.”

Silence filled the room, and sleep started to overtake you.

“You have good ideas,” you heard Az say, before sleep won its fight.

Asshole.

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Wrongly Accused  - Azriel x Reader (smut)

Fanart by LadyCamafeo on DeviantArt

Request: “angst to smut and then fluff” - Reader is a healer working for the Inner Circle, convinced that Azriel doesn’t like her.

Tags: @lillysugarsxx

Warnings: smut!!!! don’t read if you aren’t 18! also angst

Word Count: 6,000 (sorry)

A/N: Here’s another Azriel one! Sorry it took me about a week to write, I’m not amazing at writing smut and didn’t want it to be horrendous. I have a few more Azriel fics to write that people have requested, as well as one about Cassian! Feel free to request other stuff, but know it might take me a little longer to write it. I hope you enjoy! :)

Your father worked as an apothecary in Velaris, running a small shop to sell medicines and offer treatment when needed. You’d helped him ever since you were little - stocking supplies and bandaging small injuries. Over time, you developed a genuine interest in medicine and the chemistry behind it, working with your father as he developed new treatments for the common illnesses and ailments in the City of Starlight.

One night while your father was out on a house call, the High Lord of the Night Court himself had winnowed into your house after a mission had gone awry. He’d been seeking your father’s medical attention, of course, but he wouldn’t be home for hours, leaving you to tend to Rhysand’s wounds as he collapsed on your kitchen floor. While cleaning out a large cut on his arm you’d realized he’d been poisoned somehow, his skin far too pale for the minimal amount of blood he’d lost, his veins a startling shade of green. Despite your panic you’d been able to find a suitable antidote to the poison, calming down only when his complexion returned to normal. You wrapped his wounds, dragged him onto your couch, and called it a night.

In the morning, he’d been shocked that you’d been able to heal him, explaining he’d been struck by a poisoned arrow in a remote part of the Night Court. Apparently the poison was quite obscure, and Rhysand had praised you for what he deemed was “superior medical knowledge.”

You’d chalked it all up to a lucky guess, and after a once-over from your father you sent the High Lord on his merry way. A week later, he returned and offered you a job as a healer in the House of Wind.

You’d been hesitant to accept - you didn’t want to leave your father to run the shop alone - but at the end of the day, Rhys paid you more, allowing you to buy more supplies and medicines for your father to use. Plus, the library in the House of Wind was humongous, and you’d be able to learn more about medicine and healing there.

In the end, you’d taken the job, getting a better paycheck and the best friends in the whole world at the same time.

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The Duchess (1/?)

A/N- howdy friends, I actually wrote this like a year ago but I was never really happy with it, but anyways here it is.

**Not my gif**

Warnings: a severe attitude problem?

Captain Celeste Guthrie was finding it incredibly hard to keep control of her facial expressions. At this current moment in time she was hyper aware that if she let her guard down for even a second her sour mood would become evident on her face. It would be unprofessional of her to get up and leave and childish of her to just simply state just how ‘fucking

boring’ this was. Celeste could have been doing any number of things instead of being sat in a brittle wooden chair with all these old men all gaping at her breasts. It was exhausting to pretend like she gave a crap about all of this political bullshit, but if she didn’t even try to act like she cared as much as the rest of them she would be ridiculed for it, so instead she politely smiled and nodded her head along with the other men’s words. The six other Captains sat around Eleanor’s office table were all men and they all highly doubted the oldest Guthrie sisters’ capabilities to lead any ship let alone a pirate ship.

“Miss Guthrie?” an annoyed voice pulled her from her thoughts and seemingly grounded her at an instant, her deep blue eyes flicked over the source of the sound to see a short, round burly man with a long greying beard and mustache. He was shaking his head with a wicked smile etched onto his lips. He looked like he wanted to rip the much younger woman into several pieces for even acting like she belonged there.

“Actually, I prefer Captain, if you wouldn’t mind” Celeste could feel her sisters disapproving glare from next to her. Which only incited her bad mood further. Normally, Eleanor herself would have put the old man in his place for even daring to talk to her sister like this, however, she was trying to convince him to lower his prices for her so Celeste’s feelings would just have to be put on hold.

“Just as I thought” he continued to blabber on, he truly believed that he had her figured out, that he had all women figured out, because a woman couldn’t lead, a woman couldn’t even tie her shoelaces without help from a man. All men were the same, or at least all the men in Nassau were the same. All arrogant assholes.

“Why are we even entertaining this child!” he spat with more venom that was needed to get his point across while slamming his hand upon the table like it was a gavel. Celeste raised an annoyed eyebrow in his direction before turning to look at her sister who simply mouthed the word ‘no’. Celeste just thought that he was incredibly lucky that he was sat on the other side of the room to her otherwise she would have shown him just how much of child she could be.

Celeste stood, pushing her dress down to press out the wrinkles before placing both of her hands upon the table, leaning the rest of her body weight in the direction of her certain accuser. A forced laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head, her blonde ringlets bouncing as she did so. “I feel so incredibly sorry for you Captain Pike” a confused look flashed over his features before an angry one took its place. “ it must be truly terrible to always have the smallest brain in the room, and with all of these big, offensive ideas brewing up there I’m personally surprised that you are not constantly plagued with a searing headache” Celeste smiled, she simply couldn’t help herself. Now this was a meeting that was worth going to.

“Now, I don’t want to come across as hostile because I know that you men are extremely sensitive when it comes to the size of your… Ships,” Celeste paused to locate her choice words carefully, Captain Pike looked like her wanted to throttle her, like many of the other Captains, on the other hand Captain Flint looked highly amused.

“however, The Duchess has once again brought in the most imports, most of which are ready for market” Celeste sat, slumping slightly in her chair to indicate to the others just how unjust these accusations were. “Once again, my ship and my crew have made the most money, which is probably why I’m being ‘entertained’ at this meeting,”. She shot a pointed look towards Pike who looked like he needed to take a breath to ‘calm his nerves’. ”so the real question is why are you being entertained?”

“It’s truly great that your humble about your success” Flint chuckled with a wide smile as he kicked up his feet onto the table. Celeste mocked his actions as she crossed her arms over her chest. “but the lady does have a point, Pike,” he said as he stretched his arms to rest above his head. “so shut your damn mouth”

“Now that’s no way to speak to one of our most respected colleagues” an instantly recognizable deep voice echoed throughout the room and the wind knocked out from Celeste’s chest, her arms instantly became slack.

Celeste snapped her head in her younger sisters’ direction who looked incredibly guilty. That little witch. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Eleanor promised that she wouldn’t have to see him during these meetings.

“Ah Vane, nice of you to finally join us” Eleanor piped up for the first time this meeting, Celeste’s burning glare making the younger girl a little nervous, “However you are almost an hour and a half late.” Vane closed the door behind himself and lazily dropped himself into the seat directly opposite from Celeste who was currently finding her shoes incredibly interesting. Vane however couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from her body. He pulled a cigar from his pocket and used one of the shorter pillar candles that were placed upon the table to light it, blowing out smoke as he did so.

Celeste wanted nothing more than for this meeting to be over so she retreat back to the safety of her ship. She hadn’t laid eyes on the man in nearly 6 years and she certainly didn’t want to start up again now. She hoped that she could just go unnoticed for the rest of this meeting like she had done for the first hour. That wish was, however, unlikely.

“Im here now, aren’t I?” Vane wanted a rise out of the young woman, she knew this, and she would rather die than give it to him. “ and if you had mentioned that your lovely sister were here Elenor, I would have quickened my pace.” He said very amused with himself while balancing the cigar between his lips. Celeste rolled her eyes, huffing to herself back into the corner of the room. She caught a glimpse of the traveling people outside on the street below and she envied all of them. They didn’t have to be in this sweltering box of a room with possibly the people she hated the most on the planet’s, “What were you fine gentleman, oh and I mustn’t forget, ladies, discussing?”.

One of the other captains stood, Captain Kane who was a ugly stick of a man, pointed at Celeste accusingly, which caused her to tear her eyes up towards him, scowling at him. “Captain Guthrie was just informing us that her and her crew, which might I had is almost entirely made up of women, have managed to make the most coin this past month. Which I highly doubt to be the case” He spat as he downed the rest of the ale that was left in bottle. Celeste scoffed loudly which didn’t by any means go unnoticed by the rest of the men. Suddenly felt a sharp elbow press into her side. To her side she could see her younger sister glaring, totally unamused.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for I’m not the one being a bigot” Celeste snarled at her younger sibling who was cautiously eyeing the other people in the room who were all now bickering amongst themselves. All except Flint and Vane. Flint was looking down towards his hands, looking at a small folded parchment paper in between his calloused fingertips. His tired face looked bored much like Celeste’s. Which is probably why they got along so well.

Vane, however looked entirely all too pleased with himself, like he had everyone where he wanted them. Celeste snapped her vision and locked eyes with the man, instantly regretting the choice when he smirked at her, to be perfectly honest she knew she would eventually run into her childhood friend again one day, it was just a matter of time. And unfortunately, her luck had run out. It would’ve been perfectly fine with her to never see the person who had ruined her life ever again. Vane, being as stubborn as he was believed that he had given the older Guthrie girl enough time to ‘get over it’ and now she was just being bitter.

“Would you at least try and act civil” Eleanor whispered as she leaned into Celeste’s side. Celeste ripped her gaze away from Vane and back to the window.

“Me being ‘Civil’ does not mean bowing down to every man in sight because it suits your needs.”

“This is exactly why father left me to run this business, you can’t see past your pride and into the future!”

“ No, father left you the business because you are his little pet. And might I had that you were also the only one here. I believe in creating my own worth not riding on daddy’s wealth and pretending that its my own.” Celeste angrily whispered back.

An evil grin formed on Vanes face, he could quite clearly see the rift between the two sisters and wondered how much more strain their relationship could handle before it cracked completely, “Convenient , because if that was true then that would mean that Captain Guthrie here probably had the help from her little sister, you know giving her the best tips for the most valuable ships, the biggest plunders. And that really wouldn’t be fair at all. Would it?” He stated matter of factly, tilting his head to see if his efforts had managed to anger Celeste. Which they definitely had.

“How fucking dare you!” Celeste sat bold upright in her chair, purposely turning her attention to Vane, “Since when was my crew and my ship being brought under investigation, maybe if you weren’t all drunks, or out whoring all the live long day, or you actually knew how to captain a goddamned ship, you would be spending your coin rather than watching me roll around in mine.” Celeste forcefully pushed the chair from underneath herself, not bothering to correct her dress this time. “now if you’ll excuse me, I have far better things to do with my time, like watching paint dry.” she hatefully spat before walking the short distance to the door and ultimately deciding that slamming it was her best course of action.

Pike laughed so weakly that it could have been mistaken for nasty chest infection, “see?” he pointed to the still rattling door, “this is why women can’t be in charge of anything, they are far too emotional” he said stroking the gruff on his chin.

Vane took everyone by surprise when he also abruptly stood, stubbing the end of his cigar out directly onto the table, avoiding the ash tray, “I suggest you shut the fuck up” his low gruff voice bellowed out before he too made his way to the door, leaving everyone else with a look of confusion on their faces. Eleanor knew that the two had a history, but she assumed that they would either pretend it never happened or Celeste would be the bigger person and not let his often-relentless teasing get the better of her, looks like she was wrong.

Celeste practically ran down the steps of the tavern wanting nothing more then to seek the safety of her nice cool cabin on her ship, surrounded by people who she can somewhat tolerate. At least her cabin had a bolt on the door, as Celeste marched through the maze of people and reached the street, she felt eyes boring into her. She had a pretty good idea of who it was which was why she was gradually picking up her pace. Celeste couldn’t deal this this right now, or ever to be perfectly honest, so she kept her pace until the beach came into sight. The heat at this point was almost unbearable and the layered long black dress was not helping the situation. She gathered the ends of her dress, exposing her bare legs, before jumping down off of the dock and onto the white hot sand.

Or the beach is where you can really see the split of people in Nassau as only Pirates dared show their faces down there, which made Celeste, who was a woman, a bit of a rarity. The only thing she hated more that Charles Vane was this beach, with all of its vagrants and criminals, however it was the only way back to her ship, so it was a necessary evil. Weaving in and out of the makeshift tents she eventually broke their density and to made it out to hear the gentle lapping of the sea against the sand.

Celeste could feel a mass amount of eyes piercing her figure as she shielded her own with her hand from the blazing sun. she ignored them like she always did and tried to locate her second in command Rosabelle who should have been waiting with their rowboat along with two of her most trusted men, Felix and Jack. No luck however, and she soon realized that they was barely anyone this far down the beach, not a single person was rowing out to the larger ships in port.

What the fuck is going on?

Slowly, Celeste turned her body to look to the left of her to inspect the rest of the beach, but she really wished she hadn’t. Stood there was Vane, both of his hands perched upon his hips has he squinted his ice blue eyes towards her, a smirk pressed against his lips. “Hello, Love. Its been a while.” His gruff voice spoke as he took a view steps closer, Celeste did not move, not under any circumstances. She was not going to be bullied by him a she certainly wasn’t going to give in to him. She would rather die.

She glared at him, “Not nearly long enough” she spat as she pushed past his broad shoulder as bolted past him. He wasn’t about to let her leave him standing on this beach, again, so he sharply turned and grasped onto her wrist. She jumped out of instinct and mentally scolded herself for doing so. She tried ripping her arm from her grasp but when she kept failing she began to walk again and to her surprise he didn’t try to stop her, instead he followed her like a child until they were back at the top of the beach.

“What the fuck do you want Vane, let me fucking go” Celeste shouted as she spun around to face him. Pushing him against a wall on one of the unsuspecting houses that lined the beach. Celeste had pushed him with just enough force for him to to let go of her wrist. A smile broke through on to his face, not a smirk but a genuine smile. This caused Celeste to immediately let go of his chest and retreat back a few steps before walking away again.

“You really must let your petty anger go love, its not attractive” vane said, hot on Celestes heals as she darted in and out of the various merchants. Celeste was not really sure what he was planning to gain from making her angry and though she hated to admit it was almost working.

“Its not attractive?, oh heaven forbid, will the gods ever forgive me?” she seethed as she quickened her pace anxious to escape Vane. This is why she didn’t want to see him again, he was being insufferable and didn’t show any signs of letting up soon.

Vane chuckled as he darted in front of her,quite effectively stopping her in the middle of the street., “neither is sarcasm” Celeste was finding it very difficult to not punch the man straight in the face, but she knew that would do little to nothing to change if persistency.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think of me Vane” Finally and totally stopping to move around him because it was basically pointless. Obviously her old find had something on his mind and he wasn’t about to let Celeste skip out of town until she had heard it.

Vane clicked his tongue and tilted his head to the side ever so slightly,“I highly doubt that” he said.

Unbeknownst to the squabbling pair below, Jack Rackam and Anne Bonny we’re watching in amusement from the balcony of an ale house directly opposite from them.

Jack let out a laugh as he leaned on the weathered wood of the railing as he cradled a half filled bottle in his hand. “ Oh Christ, is that Celeste Guthrie with Captain?” He questioned as he lightly lurched forward to get a better look. “ She does not look happy to say the least.”

“ She never looks happy, part of her’ charm” Anne said as she settled next to him, staring at the pair who had finally stopped.

Jack turned to Anne with a look of realisation on his drunken face. “ That’s right, you were a member of her crew a few years back if I’m not mistaken”, Anne rolled her eyes. “ How was that experience my love? Is it true that their are only down on their luck women to man the ship?” He stopped for a second before turning to gage his partners current mood before deeming that it was safe enough to carry on. “That hardly seems practical.”

“Hey Captain, ive been looking everywhere for you” Celeste whipped her head to see the extremely concerned look on Rosabelles pale face.

“oh thank god, Rosabelle, what is it?”

“you should probably just come and see this”

Various things were running through Celestes mind as she and her second in command lead her through the bustling streets of Nassau. However she was just happy to be rid of Vane. To be perfectly honest she hadn’t expected him to hound her like he had done.

Rosabelle led Celeste right back to the tavern, much to her dismay. Celeste could her sister pacing anxiously.

“What do you want now?” Celeste called out but was instantly taken aback when see saw tears rolling down her cheeks.

Elenor was wringing her hand in front of her “ it’s Aurora, she’s missing Celeste”

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The Duchess (1/?)

A/N- howdy friends, I actually wrote this like a year ago but I was never really happy with it, but anyways here it is.

**Not my gif**

Warnings: a severe attitude problem?

Captain Celeste Guthrie was finding it incredibly hard to keep control of her facial expressions. At this current moment in time she was hyper aware that if she let her guard down for even a second her sour mood would become evident on her face. It would be unprofessional of her to get up and leave and childish of her to just simply state just how ‘fucking

boring’ this was. Celeste could have been doing any number of things instead of being sat in a brittle wooden chair with all these old men all gaping at her breasts. It was exhausting to pretend like she gave a crap about all of this political bullshit, but if she didn’t even try to act like she cared as much as the rest of them she would be ridiculed for it, so instead she politely smiled and nodded her head along with the other men’s words. The six other Captains sat around Eleanor’s office table were all men and they all highly doubted the oldest Guthrie sisters’ capabilities to lead any ship let alone a pirate ship.

“Miss Guthrie?” an annoyed voice pulled her from her thoughts and seemingly grounded her at an instant, her deep blue eyes flicked over the source of the sound to see a short, round burly man with a long greying beard and mustache. He was shaking his head with a wicked smile etched onto his lips. He looked like he wanted to rip the much younger woman into several pieces for even acting like she belonged there.

“Actually, I prefer Captain, if you wouldn’t mind” Celeste could feel her sisters disapproving glare from next to her. Which only incited her bad mood further. Normally, Eleanor herself would have put the old man in his place for even daring to talk to her sister like this, however, she was trying to convince him to lower his prices for her so Celeste’s feelings would just have to be put on hold.

“Just as I thought” he continued to blabber on, he truly believed that he had her figured out, that he had all women figured out, because a woman couldn’t lead, a woman couldn’t even tie her shoelaces without help from a man. All men were the same, or at least all the men in Nassau were the same. All arrogant assholes.

“Why are we even entertaining this child!” he spat with more venom that was needed to get his point across while slamming his hand upon the table like it was a gavel. Celeste raised an annoyed eyebrow in his direction before turning to look at her sister who simply mouthed the word ‘no’. Celeste just thought that he was incredibly lucky that he was sat on the other side of the room to her otherwise she would have shown him just how much of child she could be.

Celeste stood, pushing her dress down to press out the wrinkles before placing both of her hands upon the table, leaning the rest of her body weight in the direction of her certain accuser. A forced laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head, her blonde ringlets bouncing as she did so. “I feel so incredibly sorry for you Captain Pike” a confused look flashed over his features before an angry one took its place. “ it must be truly terrible to always have the smallest brain in the room, and with all of these big, offensive ideas brewing up there I’m personally surprised that you are not constantly plagued with a searing headache” Celeste smiled, she simply couldn’t help herself. Now this was a meeting that was worth going to.

“Now, I don’t want to come across as hostile because I know that you men are extremely sensitive when it comes to the size of your… Ships,” Celeste paused to locate her choice words carefully, Captain Pike looked like her wanted to throttle her, like many of the other Captains, on the other hand Captain Flint looked highly amused.

“however, The Duchess has once again brought in the most imports, most of which are ready for market” Celeste sat, slumping slightly in her chair to indicate to the others just how unjust these accusations were. “Once again, my ship and my crew have made the most money, which is probably why I’m being ‘entertained’ at this meeting,”. She shot a pointed look towards Pike who looked like he needed to take a breath to ‘calm his nerves’. ”so the real question is why are you being entertained?”

“It’s truly great that your humble about your success” Flint chuckled with a wide smile as he kicked up his feet onto the table. Celeste mocked his actions as she crossed her arms over her chest. “but the lady does have a point, Pike,” he said as he stretched his arms to rest above his head. “so shut your damn mouth”

“Now that’s no way to speak to one of our most respected colleagues” an instantly recognizable deep voice echoed throughout the room and the wind knocked out from Celeste’s chest, her arms instantly became slack.

Celeste snapped her head in her younger sisters’ direction who looked incredibly guilty. That little witch. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Eleanor promised that she wouldn’t have to see him during these meetings.

“Ah Vane, nice of you to finally join us” Eleanor piped up for the first time this meeting, Celeste’s burning glare making the younger girl a little nervous, “However you are almost an hour and a half late.” Vane closed the door behind himself and lazily dropped himself into the seat directly opposite from Celeste who was currently finding her shoes incredibly interesting. Vane however couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from her body. He pulled a cigar from his pocket and used one of the shorter pillar candles that were placed upon the table to light it, blowing out smoke as he did so.

Celeste wanted nothing more than for this meeting to be over so she retreat back to the safety of her ship. She hadn’t laid eyes on the man in nearly 6 years and she certainly didn’t want to start up again now. She hoped that she could just go unnoticed for the rest of this meeting like she had done for the first hour. That wish was, however, unlikely.

“Im here now, aren’t I?” Vane wanted a rise out of the young woman, she knew this, and she would rather die than give it to him. “ and if you had mentioned that your lovely sister were here Elenor, I would have quickened my pace.” He said very amused with himself while balancing the cigar between his lips. Celeste rolled her eyes, huffing to herself back into the corner of the room. She caught a glimpse of the traveling people outside on the street below and she envied all of them. They didn’t have to be in this sweltering box of a room with possibly the people she hated the most on the planet’s, “What were you fine gentleman, oh and I mustn’t forget, ladies, discussing?”.

One of the other captains stood, Captain Kane who was a ugly stick of a man, pointed at Celeste accusingly, which caused her to tear her eyes up towards him, scowling at him. “Captain Guthrie was just informing us that her and her crew, which might I had is almost entirely made up of women, have managed to make the most coin this past month. Which I highly doubt to be the case” He spat as he downed the rest of the ale that was left in bottle. Celeste scoffed loudly which didn’t by any means go unnoticed by the rest of the men. Suddenly felt a sharp elbow press into her side. To her side she could see her younger sister glaring, totally unamused.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for I’m not the one being a bigot” Celeste snarled at her younger sibling who was cautiously eyeing the other people in the room who were all now bickering amongst themselves. All except Flint and Vane. Flint was looking down towards his hands, looking at a small folded parchment paper in between his calloused fingertips. His tired face looked bored much like Celeste’s. Which is probably why they got along so well.

Vane, however looked entirely all too pleased with himself, like he had everyone where he wanted them. Celeste snapped her vision and locked eyes with the man, instantly regretting the choice when he smirked at her, to be perfectly honest she knew she would eventually run into her childhood friend again one day, it was just a matter of time. And unfortunately, her luck had run out. It would’ve been perfectly fine with her to never see the person who had ruined her life ever again. Vane, being as stubborn as he was believed that he had given the older Guthrie girl enough time to ‘get over it’ and now she was just being bitter.

“Would you at least try and act civil” Eleanor whispered as she leaned into Celeste’s side. Celeste ripped her gaze away from Vane and back to the window.

“Me being ‘Civil’ does not mean bowing down to every man in sight because it suits your needs.”

“This is exactly why father left me to run this business, you can’t see past your pride and into the future!”

“ No, father left you the business because you are his little pet. And might I had that you were also the only one here. I believe in creating my own worth not riding on daddy’s wealth and pretending that its my own.” Celeste angrily whispered back.

An evil grin formed on Vanes face, he could quite clearly see the rift between the two sisters and wondered how much more strain their relationship could handle before it cracked completely, “Convenient , because if that was true then that would mean that Captain Guthrie here probably had the help from her little sister, you know giving her the best tips for the most valuable ships, the biggest plunders. And that really wouldn’t be fair at all. Would it?” He stated matter of factly, tilting his head to see if his efforts had managed to anger Celeste. Which they definitely had.

“How fucking dare you!” Celeste sat bold upright in her chair, purposely turning her attention to Vane, “Since when was my crew and my ship being brought under investigation, maybe if you weren’t all drunks, or out whoring all the live long day, or you actually knew how to captain a goddamned ship, you would be spending your coin rather than watching me roll around in mine.” Celeste forcefully pushed the chair from underneath herself, not bothering to correct her dress this time. “now if you’ll excuse me, I have far better things to do with my time, like watching paint dry.” she hatefully spat before walking the short distance to the door and ultimately deciding that slamming it was her best course of action.

Pike laughed so weakly that it could have been mistaken for nasty chest infection, “see?” he pointed to the still rattling door, “this is why women can’t be in charge of anything, they are far too emotional” he said stroking the gruff on his chin.

Vane took everyone by surprise when he also abruptly stood, stubbing the end of his cigar out directly onto the table, avoiding the ash tray, “I suggest you shut the fuck up” his low gruff voice bellowed out before he too made his way to the door, leaving everyone else with a look of confusion on their faces. Eleanor knew that the two had a history, but she assumed that they would either pretend it never happened or Celeste would be the bigger person and not let his often-relentless teasing get the better of her, looks like she was wrong.

Celeste practically ran down the steps of the tavern wanting nothing more then to seek the safety of her nice cool cabin on her ship, surrounded by people who she can somewhat tolerate. At least her cabin had a bolt on the door, as Celeste marched through the maze of people and reached the street, she felt eyes boring into her. She had a pretty good idea of who it was which was why she was gradually picking up her pace. Celeste couldn’t deal this this right now, or ever to be perfectly honest, so she kept her pace until the beach came into sight. The heat at this point was almost unbearable and the layered long black dress was not helping the situation. She gathered the ends of her dress, exposing her bare legs, before jumping down off of the dock and onto the white hot sand.

Or the beach is where you can really see the split of people in Nassau as only Pirates dared show their faces down there, which made Celeste, who was a woman, a bit of a rarity. The only thing she hated more that Charles Vane was this beach, with all of its vagrants and criminals, however it was the only way back to her ship, so it was a necessary evil. Weaving in and out of the makeshift tents she eventually broke their density and to made it out to hear the gentle lapping of the sea against the sand.

Celeste could feel a mass amount of eyes piercing her figure as she shielded her own with her hand from the blazing sun. she ignored them like she always did and tried to locate her second in command Rosabelle who should have been waiting with their rowboat along with two of her most trusted men, Felix and Jack. No luck however, and she soon realized that they was barely anyone this far down the beach, not a single person was rowing out to the larger ships in port.

What the fuck is going on?

Slowly, Celeste turned her body to look to the left of her to inspect the rest of the beach, but she really wished she hadn’t. Stood there was Vane, both of his hands perched upon his hips has he squinted his ice blue eyes towards her, a smirk pressed against his lips. “Hello, Love. Its been a while.” His gruff voice spoke as he took a view steps closer, Celeste did not move, not under any circumstances. She was not going to be bullied by him a she certainly wasn’t going to give in to him. She would rather die.

She glared at him, “Not nearly long enough” she spat as she pushed past his broad shoulder as bolted past him. He wasn’t about to let her leave him standing on this beach, again, so he sharply turned and grasped onto her wrist. She jumped out of instinct and mentally scolded herself for doing so. She tried ripping her arm from her grasp but when she kept failing she began to walk again and to her surprise he didn’t try to stop her, instead he followed her like a child until they were back at the top of the beach.

“What the fuck do you want Vane, let me fucking go” Celeste shouted as she spun around to face him. Pushing him against a wall on one of the unsuspecting houses that lined the beach. Celeste had pushed him with just enough force for him to to let go of her wrist. A smile broke through on to his face, not a smirk but a genuine smile. This caused Celeste to immediately let go of his chest and retreat back a few steps before walking away again.

“You really must let your petty anger go love, its not attractive” vane said, hot on Celestes heals as she darted in and out of the various merchants. Celeste was not really sure what he was planning to gain from making her angry and though she hated to admit it was almost working.

“Its not attractive?, oh heaven forbid, will the gods ever forgive me?” she seethed as she quickened her pace anxious to escape Vane. This is why she didn’t want to see him again, he was being insufferable and didn’t show any signs of letting up soon.

Vane chuckled as he darted in front of her,quite effectively stopping her in the middle of the street., “neither is sarcasm” Celeste was finding it very difficult to not punch the man straight in the face, but she knew that would do little to nothing to change if persistency.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think of me Vane” Finally and totally stopping to move around him because it was basically pointless. Obviously her old find had something on his mind and he wasn’t about to let Celeste skip out of town until she had heard it.

Vane clicked his tongue and tilted his head to the side ever so slightly,“I highly doubt that” he said.

Unbeknownst to the squabbling pair below, Jack Rackam and Anne Bonny we’re watching in amusement from the balcony of an ale house directly opposite from them.

Jack let out a laugh as he leaned on the weathered wood of the railing as he cradled a half filled bottle in his hand. “ Oh Christ, is that Celeste Guthrie with Captain?” He questioned as he lightly lurched forward to get a better look. “ She does not look happy to say the least.”

“ She never looks happy, part of her’ charm” Anne said as she settled next to him, staring at the pair who had finally stopped.

Jack turned to Anne with a look of realisation on his drunken face. “ That’s right, you were a member of her crew a few years back if I’m not mistaken”, Anne rolled her eyes. “ How was that experience my love? Is it true that their are only down on their luck women to man the ship?” He stopped for a second before turning to gage his partners current mood before deeming that it was safe enough to carry on. “That hardly seems practical.”

“Hey Captain, ive been looking everywhere for you” Celeste whipped her head to see the extremely concerned look on Rosabelles pale face.

“oh thank god, Rosabelle, what is it?”

“you should probably just come and see this”

Various things were running through Celestes mind as she and her second in command lead her through the bustling streets of Nassau. However she was just happy to be rid of Vane. To be perfectly honest she hadn’t expected him to hound her like he had done.

Rosabelle led Celeste right back to the tavern, much to her dismay. Celeste could her sister pacing anxiously.

“What do you want now?” Celeste called out but was instantly taken aback when see saw tears rolling down her cheeks.

Elenor was wringing her hand in front of her “ it’s Aurora, she’s missing Celeste”

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No Justice, No Peace.  Quote from Emiliano Zapata

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Do I Wanna Know?

Sweetpea x Reader

So I sorta had an idea to create small imagines based on songs. I’m happy to take requests and if you guys could give me any ideas that would be great.

Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

Have you got colour in your cheeks? Do you ever get that feelin’ that you can’t shift the tide That sticks around like summat’s in your teeth

Ah, there’s some aces up your sleeve Have you no idea that you’re in deep I dreamt about you nearly every night this week

How many secrets can you keep? ‘Cause there’s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow When I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep Spilling drinks on my settee

(Do I wanna know?) If this feeling flows both ways (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hoping that you’d stay (Baby we both know) That the nights were mainly made for saying Things that you can’t say tomorrow day

Crawlin’ back to you Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few?

'Cause I always do Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new Now I’ve thought it through

Crawling back to you

So have you got the guts? Been wondering if your heart’s still open and If so I wanna know what time it shuts Simmer down and pucker up I’m sorry to interrupt it’s just I’m constantly On the cusp of trying to kiss you I don’t know if you feel the same as I do

But we could be together if you wanted to

(Do I wanna know?) If this feeling flows both ways (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hoping that you’d stay (Baby we both know) That the nights were mainly made for saying Things that you can’t say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you

Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? (calling when you’ve had a few) 'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)

Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new Now I’ve thought it through

Crawling back to you, (do I wanna know?) If this feeling flows both ways (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hoping that you’d stay (Baby we both know) That the nights were mainly made for saying Things that you can’t say tomorrow day

(Do I wanna know?) Too busy being yours to fall (Sad to see you go) Ever thought of calling darling? (Do I wanna know) Do you want me crawling back to you?

Sweet Pea shot awake, panting heavily, sweat-slick across his forehead. Another fucking nightmare. They wouldn’t have been so bad if they were about a crazed killer or a monster chasing him through the woods, but these nightmares had actually happened, tormenting him day and night, never stopping and constantly on a loop. He sighed and looked over at the alarm clock, time reading at 03:27. Great, he thought. Now even if he did want to go the school in the morning, which he definitely did not, he would be in no shape to wake up, shower and dress without being severely late, which would draw more unwanted attention to him. A few weeks ago he couldn’t have cared less what the other students at southside thought about him because the only thing he cared about was Y/N And she held the only opinion he cared about.

He could start to feel the effects of the alcohol pound against his skull, causing him to heave and curl his muscled body into the fetal position. Why am I such a fucking idiot? He thought. He hated himself for what he did. He broke the only girl he had ever loved, his best friend, his girl, Y/N. Now he was a drunken mess having a pity party all on his lonesome. Toni had been spending all of her time with Y/N, completely icing him out, he knew he deserved it though. Fang’s was the only one talking to him but only because ‘No serpent stands alone’ even if that certain serpent happens to be a complete asshat.

The familiar sound of a phone vibrating forced Pea to slowly uncurl and strain to reach the device that was on his bedside table without moving more than he had to. He guessed it would be fangs calling to make sure he was still alive, which he personally didn’t know the answer to, Sweets turned the phone on and hissed as the bright light burnt his already bloodshot eyes. Once his eyes adjusted a pang of dread forced its way through his body, making his scramble out of the bed and onto his feet, instantly regretting his decision as his head starting to spin. He glanced down again to make sure his drunkenness wasn’t playing cruel tricks on him. It wasn’t. 

2 missed calls from Y/N at 03:30

Y/N/N: Sweet Pea, Whats going on?                                        Time: 03:32

Y/N/N: Why the Hell have you called me 12 times!?                Time: 03:35

Missed call from Y/N at 03:36

Y/N/N: okay I’m worried now, I’m coming over. And I swear if you’re not dead I’m going to kill you myself.                                                            Time: 03:39

Sweet peas eyes widened with shock and horror. Why was she coming here and when did I call her 12 times?. All at once it dawned on him that he must have drunk called her. A mix of emotions surged through his body, causing the wind to be knocked out of his chest. The memory of what he did still fresh in his mind from the nightmare. He collapsed onto the floor next to his bed, burying his head in his lap. He knew what was going on and he also aware that there was nothing he could do now to stop it. He was having a panic attack. He knew this because it had happened once before. the night his friendship with Y/N ended.

Y/n had walked this way to Sweets’ place close to a million times but never had she been this worried. Never. She sprinted the last long narrow piece of the path before the trailer park. The place that she spent so many of the summer night lounging around with her best friend. The place she had had her first kiss. The place she had first confessed her burning feelings. The place she had been rejected, humiliated and heartbroken. That was two weeks ago, two god damned weeks ago her life had been perfect, and now look at her. She was a mess. Smudged mascara illuminating her dark circles. Her Pale skin somehow becoming even paler, showing the constellation of blonde freckles that were scattered across the whole of her face. These freckles being the ones Sweetpea used to trace when she had fallen asleep in his arms when they were having a movie night.

Now look at her, she was broken.

Y/N ducked into the trailer park and made a B-line for his trailer. The one that was glowing feverishly due to the faint fairy lights that she had draped all around it. Why has he taken them down? When she had first put them up he said that he had hated then but she begged him to keep them, and he complied saying the only reason he was doing it was that he loved her. That obviously wasn’t the case now though.

She walked up the crappy steps with more caution then she had ever done so before. Before this, she wouldn’t even think twice about jumping up them and making as much noise as she possibly could, even at this time of night. She knocked on the door and waited a few minutes. Nothing.

She knocked again and still to no avail. She tried for the handle and as usual, it was unlocked, which was stupid really because with the ongoing war with the North Siders and the Ghoulies Sweetpea would be a prime target, Head of the snake and all that…

Y/N pulled open the door and the smell of cheap alcohol instantly burnt its way up her nostrils, forcing her to take a step back.

“Sweet Pea, you here?” She called out, not seeing him in the darkness of his sitting room. Not that there were any hiding places anyway. She stepped deeper into the trailer, her lungs begging her not to. How could he stand it in here?

She walked down into the long narrow passageway which leads to sweet peas bedroom, her converse clad feet rubbing against the laminated floor. She stopped dead in her tracks once she reached his door pressing her ear to it. She could hear something that was almost inaudible. It sounded like crying?

Y/N lightly pushed the door she that she had a clear view of him. He was on the floor, leaning against the thin wall. His head was resting on his knees with his long arms covering him, almost like someone was kicking the shit out of him. Like she wants to. His chest heaved erratically as his salty tears ran down his cheeks and onto his bedroom carpet. Her eyes softened once she saw how much pain he was in.

Y/N walked into the room and sat on the edge of Peas bed. Crossing her legs underneath her she reaches out for one of her hands that was covering his head. He was shaking fear and what she might say or do. His skin was ice cold even though his body felt like it was on fire. She took his trembling hand, caressing it lightly with her thumbs.

“Sweetpea, look at me,” She said softly, he shook his head and wrapped his remaining hand even tighter around himself like he was trying to hide raw, vulnerable emotions from her gaze.

Y/N dropped his heavy hand onto her lap as she scooted closer to the side, boxing his curled up body between her legs. He didn’t move his hand away, mainly due to the fact that once Y/N had repositioned herself she had grabbed it again softly and hugged it close to her body.” Sweets I can’t help until you look at me, and trust me I would rather be sleeping” He thought about moving, but if he did and she saw him like this everything would change. Not even Y/N had seen him cry before, not even when his parents left. Y/N sighed, she once again let go of Sweet peas hand and reached to pull his other one off of his body. He didn’t fight her, he was too tired and just didn’t really care about anything anymore, he believed that he had lost that right.

Y/N place her now shaking hands on either side of his wet face slowly dragging him up to meet his gaze. His face was patchy with red blotches, his tears still freely falling. He quickly moved his hand in an effort to wipe the tears away, still refusing to look up at Y/N in her eyes. Y/N let go of his face once she was sure he wouldn’t shy away from her again and trapped his large hands in her own. She tilted his head up so he no choice but to look at her. “ Its okay to feel stuff Sweetness” Y/N whispered looking at him in the eyes. “ you don’t need to keep it all bottled it, you’re not a soulless monster”

Sweets choked on his tears again and Y/N stood up, using all of her strength to pull him up with her. She wrapped her arms around his waist tightly and he hugged her back.” I I-I’m sorry” he managed to stutter through the tears. He ducked his head into the crook of Y/N’s neck.” I Ca-cant do this anymore” he finally let out, hugging her even tighter.

“Well i hope you cant, because if you even think about drinking this much again its probably going to kill you” she shrugged her shoulders knowing full well that’s not what he was talking about. “ now get into bed, ill be back in a sec” She stated and forced him to at least sit on his bed. She went to walk out of the room but he panicked and grabbed her hand as she walked past him.

“Please, I need to explain, please don’t leave me” Y/N smiled at him, nodding her head wiping the last of the tears that were still lingering in his brown eyes.

“Pea, I was just going to get some painkillers for you” He shook his head but instantly regretted it. The room starts to spin again. He pulled her closer to him so she was standing between his legs, pushing his head into her stomach.

He sighed, wishing he was still as drunk as he was earlier, needing the extra confidence. “ I have been in love with you since the first day of south side high when you told the ghoulies exactly where they could stick it.”

“why didn’t you ever say anything, you absolute asshole,” Y/N said as she slapped him on the back.

“I thought we would change that you would hate me, that we could never go back, “ he said as he dragged her down and threw her onto the bed next to him.

“You see Sweetpea, that the whole beauty of it, I would have said I felt the same and we could have avoided with the whole ordeal…” Y/N said with bitterness lacing her words.

Sweetpea moved closer placing his head back in the crook of her neck, winding his arms around her, vowing then and there that he would never let her go again.” I’m an idiot, Y/N you should have probably known that by now.”

Y/N smiled and mimicked his actions, “yeah, probably” And for the first time ever sweets kissed her without an inch of fear of rejection, without the fear that he was going to totally fuck up the girl he has loved for years.

Sorry if it was shit but I did this all in the space of a night and I really wanted to get it finished, Again if you would like to request and song for an image I would love to hear them.

South-Side-Soul

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Hellish

Sweet pea x reader

Requested! = “More than 1 part story where the reader and sweet pea hate each other for ages but then they start to develop feelings but neither of them have ever been in love and don’t like sharing feelings with people. So they push them away and argue more. And basically, just their story to how they become a couple also can the reader be a badass and fight for herself and a serpent. Please! Sorry, it’s so long :) “

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“Hey Toni!” Y/n called as she entered the Whyte Wrym. As always Y/n glanced around the room, looking at all of the Serpents in turn until her eyes landed on one in particular. Sweet Pea. Y/n rolled her eyes and tried to forget that now her night was ruined by his presence.

Sweet Pea had dragged his eyes away from his game of pool after hearing her familiar voice to watch y/n cross the room, making a b-line for the bar, avoiding the quickest route to get there, which went straight past him. He sighed, knowing now that his night was about to become a lot less peaceful. He stood up from his position at the table and looked over to Fangs who was already giving him a knowing look. Everyone on the SouthSide knew of the legendary rivalry between Y/n Y/L/n and Sweet Pea, however little knew how it actually started.

“Your late Y/n…” Toni sighed as she continued to clean various glasses with a murky ‘white’ cloth, which y/n knew was probably older than she was and could no longer tell that the original colour was white. Just a blind guess.

“ I'm sorry, I swear I was running on time but I ran into a couple of ghoulies” Y/n looked down at her knuckles, seeing that they had already begun to turn an angry shade of purple and red. Controlling her anger had always been a problem for y/n, almost always ending with her punching someone in the face. her temper had also saved her from a lot of heartaches. She quickly glanced over to Where Sweets was sitting, instantly looking away when she noticed he was already gazing at her. An unreadable expression plaguing his face.

“ How many times do I have to tell you to get a ride in, I mean you live right next to Pea,” Toni said as she picked up another glass and began to scrub it furiously. Y/n followed suit, picking up some of the empty glasses for the bar and washing them under the cold water from the small sink.

“I’m not kidding Y/n, you and Sweet Pea really need to sort your shit out, like how long is this going to carry on?” Toni said in the same tone Y/n was beginning to get sick of.

Y/n rolled her eyes before sighing over dramatically. She continued to shuffle past Toni and began to dust the various bottles that sparsely littered the old wooden shells of the Wrym.

“Yeah, thanks Toni, but I would rather take my chances with the Ghoulies.”

Y/n had lived on the South Side of Riverdale her whole life. She had joined the serpents just after Toni when she turned 15. Y/n had joined the serpents for no particular reason. She had other places to turn other than the Serpents but she had chosen them, a fact Sweet Pea often forgot. He, on the other hand, didn't have another option, he had no family so he had to create his own. Toni joined so she could support her grandparents but also because it was in her blood. Fangs joined simply because he wanted to be accepted.

“I know, I just hate to see you two like this. When will it end!”. Toni sighed over dramatically.

Their hatred for each other hadn’t always been so severe. but lately, it had taken a whole new turn. It didn’t especially help that the two were part of the same small group of friends let alone the same gang. It was always snide remarks about the other when one wasn’t present to screaming at each other when they were forced to be in the same room.

“As long as it takes him to realize that I don’t give a flying fuck about what he thinks of me.” Y/n said with pure venom lacing her voice. She slammed the glass she was holding onto the grimy counter and continued to it that with several others until there was none left.

“Easy tiger” Y/n heard a soft voice call to her from behind the counter. she turned to see Fangs smiling while leaning on the bar on his folded arms. Y/n smiled at him and made her way other to where he was standing. She noticed that Toni was no longer cleaning glasses but instead was having a heated discussion with Sweet pea in the corner of the room. When Y/n looked back a Fangs he still had the same smile that always blessed his face.

“Hi Fangs, What can I get ya’?” Y/n smiled, feeling that she could no longer control the pissed look that always plastered her face. She casually threw the old rag over her shoulder and grabbed a pint glass from below her, already knowing what Fangs were going to ask for.

“ Just the usual please,” he said as he took a seat that faced her.

Y/n set the glass directly in front of him, wiping a few drops that had escaped.

Fangs went to take a sip before abruptly stopping and looked down at the frothy liquid. He took a couple of sniffs before looking at Y/n with a mischievous smirk.

“You didn’t poison it, did you?” He asked, causing Y/n to roll her eyes and cock her eyebrow.

“ Nah Fangs, never to you” she winked before walking away to tend to other people. Fangs seemed to move to the closest bar stool to where y/n was even though their conversation had already ended. “ Sweet’s, on the other hand, is a different story…” Y/n spoke slyly as she grinned.

“I don’t understand…” fangs said studying to bar counter, “ didn’t you and Sweets used to be really close?”

Y/n thought about answering Fangs but instead looked over to where Toni and Sweet Pea were. Toni was still arguing with him but eventually walk away. Y/n quickly averted her eyes when she noticed that Toni was snaking her way back to the bar, a look of anger still plastered on her tanned face.

“Both of you. Outside now!” She demanded with force, earning a look a absolute shock from both Y/n and Fangs.

(Hiya guys, I haven’t posted in like an eternity because of exams and all of that jazz. This isn’t exactly finished but I wanted to post anyway🙂. I am still wouon like 8 different stories but if u want anything in particular done please don’t hesitate to ask. All my love,

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Part 2?

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(SNEAK PEAK). She’s Thunderstorms ⛈

Icy shards of rain and snow silently collided with the soft, cold face of Rowan Fogary. The numb, aching pain felt like nothing in comparison to the lump of anxiety that had permanently settled into the deepest regions of her stomach and caused her chest to violently heeve with each merciless, choked breathe. Rowan wasn’t one to show and abnormal amount of emotion; it was just another side effect of said anxiety.

Rowans vision began to blur again as iron hot tears began to reer their ugly head again. After each clumsy step Rowan was still amazed that she hadn’t completely fallen on her ass, but she was also aware that there was still plenty of time for that.

As she veered around a familiar dark corner Rowan spotted tiny circles of light bobbing up a down as if they were floating of a lake that was being gently swayed as a boat waded past. The somewhat peaceful sight seemed to thaw her cold emotions and she became instantly entrapped in the moment. It felt like an entirely new day when she was harshly forced to return to the real world when something strong and tight gripped her shoulder causing her to let out a yelp and spin around.

“Now who are the bloody hell are you?”

( Hope you enjoyed that extremely short sneak peak. If u did please like and/or comment and let me know if you want it to be a full blown series. All my love,

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The Silent Serpent part 7

Mae continued to tighten every muscle in her body around Sweet Pea until she began to feel the dull ache set deep into her bones. Its not that she didn’t like being on a motorcycle, because that was clearly not the case seeing as she and Fangs did it all the time, it was more to do with the serpent who controlled it.

Don’t get her wrong, Mae would trust her life within the capable hands of Sweet Pea, being the strong and intimidating boy that he was she was sure that he could handle any physical threat that Riverdale had to offer. She obviously didn’t need his help with everything but it was nice to know that he was there.

On the other hand, Mae wondered what had happened to the old Sweet Pea. The one who couldn’t care less if she had accepted his apology or not.. Hell, even him giving an apology for something that was clearly not even in the region of being his fault made Mae question everything. It was hard enough to get him to apologise for something he did in fact do. So why the sudden change?

The flirting and banter no longer seemed innocent and care free. The abnormal amount of ‘alone’ time the two seemed to be having seemed staged. Mae felt like a puppet and she really didn’t like that. It made her resentful of the time they had spent together no matter how nice it was.

Mae rested her tired head onto sweets back as she watched as the blur of colours that seemed to mesh together as they sped by, creating a chaotic yet peaceful scene for her to melt into.

After a few minutes of this, Sweets veered to the left and gradually came to a holt. Mae unwrapped her hands from him as she took in her surroundings. Pops. She remembered the homely cafe as if it were her own house. No not 'her’ own house back in England with her wretched mother. Fangs’ home. A place she felt safe and valued.

Sweet Pea hopped off the bike and began walking until he noticed that Mae was no longer beside him. He turn to see Maes glossy eyes looking up at the neon lights. It wasn’t a pained or sad look. It was one of remembrance. Every year, before Mae gets shipped home her closest friends gather here. Every single year. Its the one most single memory thats makes going home so hard but makes following her mothers wishes so easy. For if she was good she could return the next summer.

“Oi, Marmite. You coming or you just gonna sit on the bike?” Sweets asked as he half turned around while impatiently looking and the watch on his sleeve.

Mae narrowed her eyes at him. Does he always have to be an ass?

She swung her leg around and off of the bike while continuing to walk into his shoulder, knocking him slightly. Mae had no idea why this icy mood had filled her stomach all of a sudden. But now all she wanted to do was crawl into bed.

“Sheesh” was all Sweet Pea muttered as he swiftly ascended the steps closely behind her.

The small bell that hung above the door let out let out a sweet high pitched ring and Mae pushed the heavy door with SP standing almost clad against her back. As she entered she noticed that all the booths were empty, all that being one. This booth contained Jughead ( who she remembered from the quarry), a red headed boy, a blonde girl with a pony tail and a posh looking black haired girl with almost designer everything.

Mae suddenly became very aware that she was only wearing her pyjamas. Which consisted of sports legging and one of Fangs’ oversized 80s Rock band t-shirts.

Mae turn to look at Sweets “hey, umm, do you mind if i wear your jacket?” she said while anxiously rubbing her her up and down her arms.

All sweet Pea did was smirk. “ Oh this old thing?” He teased. “ Actually i happen to think that you look adorable as is…”

“Sweet Pea Please…"  Mae said and played with the dog tags that hung loosely from his neck. Giving him the most innocent smile she could muster. What could she say she really wanted that jacket.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes and began to shift the padded denim off of his shoulders and into his hands. Flexing as he did so. "Here” he muttered as if it was a meaningless gesture though keeping a smile hidden on his face and he walked to the farthest booth away from Jughead and the others. Mae slid her arms happily into the warm jacket and instantly felt more relaxed. Now she couldn’t give a flying damn if anyone saw her in her pjs.

As she walked past the booth Jughead gave a small and Mae gave a small one in return. When she eventually made it to the booth that Sweet Pea had chosen he had already pulled out the menu and decided what he was going to have.

“ Why did you come all the way over here. Isn’t Jughead like somewhat of a Serpent?” Mar questioned and grabbed the menu from his grip.

“No and i don’t like him. Hate him in fact” he sighed and looked out the window where the moonlight was cascading down onto the almost empty car park.

“Did you know them juggy?” Betty asked jughead as she dipped another fry into her vanilla milkshake and continued to pop it into her mouth.

Archies head snapped in the direction of where the two sat and confirmed that the jacket did indeed have the Serpent insignia embroidered onto it. He also noticed the multiple rings that adorned the boys fingers.

“ Serpents” he muttered with resentment lacing his words.

Jughead sighed. “ He is, she isn’t, well at least not yet. Shes got Serpent blood" 

"Im not sure I’ve ever seen her before” betty said while stealing one of Veronicas untouched fry’s. Ronnie stayed silent while eyeing up the new girl. Something felt off. But she couldn’t place her emotions.

“Have you decided yet” Sweet Pea droned on again as he playfully threw his head back trying to imitate being inpatient. Mae had only been looking at the menu for 30 seconds

Mae placed the menu down and smiled.

“Finally” he breathed out in the same manner as before.

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The Silent Serpent part 6

“ Really Fangs I’m telling you, I’m fine, great in fact” Mae grumbled and she crossed her arms over her chest in a childish manner. She squirmed out of fangs soft grip on her face and jumped off of the motorbike. “Why do you always treat me like I’m made of glass?” She mumbled and she stormed up the steps of the Fogarty residence.

“ Because Maeble, your not a Southsider. Hell even a Northsider could defend themselves against a ghoulie."Fangs spat as he trailed up behind her.

Mae furiously span on her heal and faced the tanned boy, staring daggers at him. ” Don’t you dare tell me what I can and cannot handle, Fogarty.“ She spat as she continuously poked him harshly in the chest with her forefinger. ” I had to deal with countless mean girls who made my life a living hell when I was in England, so what makes you think that this school would be any different? Because I sure didn’t.“

Fangs looked stunned and her revelation, stepping down a few steps and lowered his head in shame. Mae and Fangs never fought, not even if they were playing. its one of the things that Mae loved most about her cousin. And she was always amused by the fact that he acted like a tough gang member on the outside but on the inside, he was truly a marshmallow.

"Look Fangs,” Mae said softly. “I know you mean well but I’m honestly fine.” She moved back down the steps and pulled him into a hug.

“ i mean it doesn’t even really hurt” she said as they pulled away.

Fangs sighed, fighting an internal battle. “ I still don’t know why Pea would leave you alone…”

“ look I’m a big girl” Mae smiled, cutting him off" and big girls look out for themselves"

—-

Mae sat on her makeshift bed, her back resting uncomfortably against the chipped and greying wall. The only light that illuminated the room was that of her laptop and the dimming fairy lights that hung lazily low from the ceiling.

Mae had always loved writing novels that stretched to the farthest corners of the globe. Maybe because it was a great way to escape her mother and the cruel reality that came with her. Or perhaps it was that she was finally in control of something more significant than deciding which hoodie was was going to wear to bed. Because god forbid that she would wear one outside of her room.

Mae closed her eyes as she felt her body ache, begging her to stop and fall asleep. And she had every intent on doing so until her phone vibrated in her back pocket.

Sighing, mae shifted her weight onto her side and turned her phone on. A pang of anxiousness filled her stomach when she saw the massage was from sweet pea.

Peaface🐍-

Come outside. Now.

Cup'O'Tea-

Why should i?😒

Peaface🐍-

Because i asked nicely

Cup'O'Tea-

No u didn’t

Peaface🐍-

Just do it

Huffing in annoyance, Mae, notably dishevelled, clambered out of her bed and onto the hard, cold, laminated floor. Mae made her way to her bedroom door and opened it a smidgen to see if fangs bedroom light had turned off yet. It had.

Mae silently closed the door behind her and quickly descended down the stairs. She quietly opened the front door where she was greeted by Sweet Pea leaning against the porch way.

Mae slid out and shut the door behind her, isolating herself with him, and instantly regretting it afterward.

“Yes?” Mae asked a little harsher than she had intended which caused her to inwardly cringe.

Sweet pea, to put it plainly, look like absolute crap. His deep black hair set off in different angles and tangents, looking highly energetic, while the rest of him seemed to be tired and frustrated.

“Look, mae-” pea said with unusual sentiment. “ i feel really bad and i just-”

“ shut up” mae cut in. Her head snapped in the direction of the door she had closed. Mae cracked the door just enough to see fangs bounding down the carpeted steps and swing into the dimly lit kitchen that overlooked the living room.

Sweet pea huffed, “ would you please just let me talk, i mean i came all the way over here to give yo-”

“I said shush!"Mae whispered and through her hand over sweet peas mouth. Mae glared at him, turning her attention back around to the door. Fangs was stood by the open fridge rummaging around. Mae quietly shut the door again and proceeded to look at sweet pea.

"Now, what is it that you want now sweet pea, because I don’t really have the time for this…"mae turned to look at sweet pea and saw an annoyed expression plaguing his face. He rolled his eyes and proceeded to swiftly grab Maes hand and drag her along forgartys garden Footpath towards his bike.

"Like i said before i came to apologise” he snapped slightly shocking mae. “Now get on the damn bike”

Mae looked at him confused and then looked down at herself, shaking her head in amusement. “ im in my pjs sweets…” she deadpanned and attempted to take a step back.

“I really don’t care thought” he said bitterly. Sweets didn’t know why he was acting this way or even where he was going to take her. He just wanted to apologise in person and then quickly leave, but as pure usual Mae was quite unresponsive in his efforts,and this ‘really’ annoyed him. More than it had ever before.

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The Silent Serpent

Part 5, The Quarry

Mae refused to let sweet pea attempt at patching up her face. It’s wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. Actually that was the whole reason. Yes, yes he may have stitched himself up after countless battles with the ghoulies but he was no doctor, so Mae opted to let Toni make the judgment call on if she should seek medical assistance or not. If Mae did, it could cause her to look weak in the eyes of Brit and the entire school but if she didn’t she may end up with a nasty scar, which she received on her first day.

Sweet pea leaned in closer to Mae as she sat on his bike, groaning with annoyance as She squirmed away from him again “ Would you please stop being a big baby?” He said as he tried, but again failed, to dab her face with a medical wipe they stole from the nurses office on the way out.

“I told you, I don’t need your help…” Mae sighed and attempted once again to grab the disinfectant from his large hands.

Sweet pea roll his eyes and grasped onto Maes shoulders, “ look sunshine, just let me help” He said and sighed, already getting tired from fighting him.

Mae looked sweets in the eye, and for once she didn’t see criticism or sarcasm just worry. “ fine, fine do it before I change my mind” she said and Immediately hissed as he slowly dapped her face.

Sweet pea, at this time, was feeling a string of mixed emotions. On one hand he was being the most careful he thought he had been in his entire life but on the other he wanted to rip brits head off of her shoulders. Sweets blamed himself most of all, if he had just waited to smoke that damned fag when they got to the quarry and not his usual spot in the bathroom none of this would have happened. And now look at the girl he had almost known for 8 years, sat on his bike with blood sticking to her face like she was right out of a horror film.

Once all the blood was gone at had come apparent that that cut was not as bad as it looked. Not that it didn’t still hurt like a bitch. “Okay, all done.” Sweet Pea said as his eyes scanned over maes face, looking for anything else that might cause her any pain.

“Thanks mushy peas. But can we go now.” Mae said nudging him in the ribs with her elbow. Mae was surprised at how gentle Pea was with her. Not once , after the initial times, did she back away from him. This was a new side of sweets that she had rarely seem and to be honest, it kind of scared her. “Before Fangs kills us both”

“What are you going to tell him?” Sweet Pea asked as he slid onto the front seat of his bike.

Mae paused for a second before responding “That I fell and hit my head on the table?” She said as she wrapped her delicate arms around his torso, readying herself for the bike to start moving. For some reason sweets tensed under her touch making Mae smirk. She rested the good side of her face on sweet peas back and scooted closer so that she was clad against him, knowing it would drive him crazy.

“ sounds good” Sweet Pea coughed and blushed ever so slightly.

Sweet pea started his engine and sped off out of the school car park she had arrived in earlier this morning with fangs. As they reached the longest and straightest road on the south side, pea flat out his bike so it was going the fastest it could. Mae felt her stomach do flips and twists as the adrenaline pumped around her body causing her to grasp sweet peas toned body tighter. Pea smiled to no one but himself, he had always felt differently about Mae than he had any other girl he had met. It was a kind of feeling he dreaded having but missed it when it was gone. Most of the time when Mae left for England sweets who get angry and lash out at some random ghoulie, but now she was staying. And he wasn’t going to attempt anything that might scare her away.

———

“ Christ, what the hell happened to your face” Toni gasped as Mae hopped off of Sweet Peas bike with a little assistance from him. Toni jumped up off of the towel she was sat on with a boy wearing a grey beanie, and angled maes face towards the sun with her fingers.

“ I tripped.” Mae sighed as she unsuccessfully tried to escape the small girls vice like grip.

“ And” Toni continued.

Mae rolled her eyes and shook her head. “ Fell?” Mae answered , hoping it was convincing enough. But then again not really caring if it wasn’t.

“Wow Mae, you’re an artful story teller, I’ll give you that…” Toni judged sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “ ohhh! I don’t believe that you two have met” Toni said and pointed to you and the beanie clad boy. “ Jughead Jones, this is Mae Mike.”

The two shook hands and mumbled ‘nice to meet to you’s’ before Mae felt her upper armed being grasped by a large hand and dragged a bit up the hill that led to the quarry and up to where all of the bikes and cars were parked. She shot her head around to see that her kidnapper was Sweet Pea.

“Hey! That was rude” Mae exclaimed and softly hit sweet pea is the chest with her fist. He, in return, smiled and released her.

“ I was only trying to save you. Honestly. Jughead is okay but he tends to add a metaphor onto everything he says and you would most likely get a headache” sweets smiled as he leaned on the back of someone’s pickup. “ I know I do…”

“Well thanks sweetie pie, but where is my dear cousin? I can’t leave without him.” Mae said and hopped onto the back of the pickup with a swift movement, leaning against sweet peas side.

Sweet pea paused. He looked down to where their bodies were touching and then he glanced up to meet her eyes. Sweets had always had a soft spot for Mae he just didn’t know how to express himself. He had a hard time with dealing with feelings; either bottling them up until the next fight or worse, cutting off ties with the people who made him feel the way he did.

When sweet pea looked up to meet Maes eyes she was no longer looking at him, instead she was smiling at the fact that as soon as fangs had arrived on his motorbike he had jumped straight into the water, not changing into a swim suit or anything , so now as he moved around his body was constricted due to the amount of denim layers he was wearing.

“What a twat.” Mae smiled affectionately towards her cousin, shaking her head when he pick Toni up like she was a trophy and then throw her down into the water in a fit of giggles. As it had already been established, Mae did not feel comfortable around water and constantly felt like a killjoy or a let down when she refused to partake in the 'fun’.

“Well looks like he’s not taking me home.” Mae grumbled as she threw her head back, her blonde locks cascading down off of her already sun kissed shoulders.

“And why would you want to leave, the best people in Riverdale are here. And fangs too.” Sweet pea laughed as he jumped up onto the truck next to her. Mae glanced at him and raised her eyebrows.

“What are you doing here then” she smiled.

“Ow sweetness. That really hit home” he laughed as he pretended to get shot and fall onto his back. Mae smiled and raised her brows at the taller boys actions. After Pea was done with his little charade he lifted himself back up.

“ you know, you’ve really changed” pea mumbled under his breath, barely audible, but Mae heard.  A wave of anxiety shot through her and she went rigid.

“ oh” she coughed,  " how’s that?“.  She asked as she slowly made her way off the truck. This, however didn’t go unnoticed by Sweet Pea. As she stood she could feel her face rapidly change colour, going from her usual freckled pale to a deep crimson. It was always her face who exposed her true emotions, whereas her mouth could talk the big talk and get her out of any situation unscathed.

Pea looked like he was about to tell her how she changed since the last time she saw him but quickly changed the subject as he saw fangs approach.

Mae turned to see what Pea was looking at and gave a sigh of relief. ” hey fangs is it okay if we leave, I still need to in pack" Mae asked as she picked her bag up off of the floor where she dropped it.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE??!??”

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The Silent Serpent Part 4

Sweetpea lead Mae through the winding corridors that were south side high. It was unusually quiet which Mae found perpetually un-nerving. For the whole six hours that Mae had attended the school, she found that even out of lessons there was always some sort of commotion going on, That being a heated discussion to an arm swinging, leg kicking, full-fisted fight. And at the centre of these fights was unknowingly and Serpent and a Ghoulie and it always had something to do with Sweetpea. It’s like he could be easy and calm, flirting with Mae one second, Much to her dislike, and then he would be beating the crap out of poor soul who dared get on his bad side. Mae had to admit that that sorry someone who was on the receiving end of his fists probably deserved what they were given because sweet pea never started the fight. He was much too lazy and his impending rage had to be fueled by something. Either that be a snide comment that he happened to overhear about the Serpents or, more likely the case, some Ghoulie had challenged him. Trying to earn their stripes.

Every so often Pea would look over his shoulder, glancing at Mae as she looked down at her phone, probably scrolling through her music. She was always listing to music, Since the first day that they had met. Sweet Pea had always been curious to what type of music she listened to but she never told him. He had tried everything he could think of, he asked fangs and Toni, but they had no clue either. He had always thought that was weird because she told Fangs everything. He smiled and stopped dead in his tracks. Which caused Mae to walk right into his back. She gasped but once she realized what was going on she hit him across the shoulders and groaned.

“ Really? you're an asshole Sweetpea” Mae muttered and walked past him, causing him to follow closely behind her. He swung his long arm over Maes shoulders, fully expecting her to push him off, but she didn’t. She didn't even acknowledge that he had done it, much to sweetpeas annoyance. he craned his neck to try and see her phone screen but she quickly hid it to her chest.

“But I’m your asshole,” He said with a smirk on his face. When they met a crossroads in the unusual corridor system mae realized that she had no idea where she was going. Sweetpea had done this on purpose so she would get lost. Making her reliant on him. Mae swung her arms in the air and turned to face him, scowling at the smile that was on his face.

“ Do you have an off button?” mae asked as she pretended to look at his body eventually meeting his gaze, raising her brown eyebrows. People had always commented on how one day her blonde hair would eventually go brown because her brows didn't match. She didn't really know how to respond to them because she didn't really know why they were telling her this. Fangs would just say that they were jealous. But why would someone be jealous of a hair colour that was so high maintenance? Go a day without washing it, you looked like a drowned rat. which was not the desired look preppy boarding school’s were going for. Also, why would someone want yellow hair? Mae had often caught herself wanting to dye her hair purple but her mother would have a fit if she did. Mae could hear her voice now-” Maeble Lee Mikaelson! Get that disgusting colour out of your hair this instant, hurry before the maid catches you, we have a reputation to uphold and that does not include you looking like South Side Scum. I have worked hard to bring us here and away from that God awful town!” 

Mae was just glad that she was able to convince her aunt to take her in for longer than just the summer. This, Maeble Hoped, it was for good. No more moving around. Finally having a place to call home with a family that actually cared for her. not just using her as a pawn to bigger and better things. Mae hadn’t been kicked out from her last school like she had told Fang’s and Toni, she had run away. She booked the first flight out and hoped to high hell that her mother would check Riverdale for her. Slim chance of that happening but for the moment she was going to continue to live in ignorant bliss until her mother came to retrieve her. Obviously, Mae would go kicking and screaming. Hey, bright side maybe she would be too scared to come to Riverdale due to the string of murders plaguing the town.

“Chill out I just needed to use the toilets before we headed out, wait here okay Firecracker?” Mae narrowed her eyes at him before she trudged over and leaned against the graffiti-covered walls. Sweets walked a few steps down the hall before turning into the blue door. Mae watched him carefully before turning her attention to some of the art that was thrown about the school. None of her other schools had even remotely looked like South Side High but that gave her a reason to like it more. She loved how None of the teachers seemed to give a fuck, it was a refreshing change to the teachers that were constantly grilling her ass for turning up to class a minute late when it was their stupid rules that kept her from being on time in the first place.

 Under the many posters, mae noticed the words piercing out from underneath it - ’Serpents’ - she peeled the poster back more to find the ‘South Side Serpent’ logo. this one was different to the one that Toni, Sweet Pea and fangs were sporting on their backs but it matched the one Sweets had on his neck. I wonder why they changed it? Mae thought. Mae had been so engulfed in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the distant sound of students become louder until they were only a few feet away.

She lifted her gaze to see a small group of about four girls all wearing at least two articles of clothing that were made from leather. Those poor cows. The look definitely didn’t go well with their much too slender bodies that looked like was caused by a crippling addiction to some sort of drug. She remembered Toni briefly talking about something called Jingle Jangle but Mae thought that was a stupid name for a drug, It sounded more like a crap Christmas movie Fangs would make her watch. She focused her attention on the girl in the centre of the group, no doubt that ringleader. She looked slightly familiar face but Mae couldn’t quite place it. The girl in question caught mae staring and a flicker of rage lit up her face. A  sinking feeling latched onto Mae’s stomach making her want to crawl into a dark hole and die. For the first ever Mae silently begged that Sweets would walk out of that door, swing his arm around her shoulder and exit the building, but as pure usual Pea was never around when it was convenient. 

“Well, well, well aren’t you a sweet little thing” One of the girls hissed as they continued to walk closer until Mae could feel her hot breath on her face. “Hey I know you from somewhere” the familiar girl seethed, looking somehow angrier that she had just moments before. “What the hell were you looking at!”

Mae tried to move away from the girl but she was being forced against the wall she was just appreciating. “ I-i urh I- What?” Mae fumbled over her words, immediately condemning her to the mercy of the Ghoulies. Mae dragged her gaze up off of the dirt on the floor she had been glued to and met the lead Ghoulies, empty green eyes. Suddenly it snapped in Maes mind and she knew where she recognised her from. She was the girl who was sat opposite Sweet Pea in history. Mae reminisced how pissed she looked after Toni had kicked her out of her seat. Mae gulped and prayed to high heaven that with a different hairstyle and a considerably less relaxed demeanour she wouldn’t notice it was her.

“ ahh, you poor, lil’ biscuit. Tongue tied?” Brit snapped. For a moment her eyes softened but anger soon filled them with a look Mae had only seen in wild animals on the discovery channel. mae glanced back at the two girls that were stood a few feet away with sickly smiles plastered on their faces.” you’re the new girl” Brit seethed. she grabbed hold of maes shoulders and shoved her into the wall, causing mae to recoil at the sudden violence. Pain shot across her face as brit continued the torture and began to dig her ridiculously long nails into Maes shoulder.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Mae yelled as she forced the skinny teenager away from her. When she was released  Mae felt a surge of courage erupt in her stomach and take control of her actions. “ Don’t fucking touch me,” She spat and attempted to walk away. Sweetpea would have to come looking for her because there was no way in hell she was going to stay here to wait for him. That asshole. With her back turned to the three ghouls she hadn’t realised that the other two had broken off and had surrounded her, encircling her, confining her. Fucking brilliant…

“ Ohh we have ourselves here a spitfire.” Brit grinned with a hint of excitement as she took a step closer. “ you’re that new Serpent, the one that kicked me out of my seat” Brit smiled once again and raised her scrawny hands to rest on her leather-clad hip. “ what gives you the God damned right, to swoop in from Buckingham Palace or where ever and steal my man” Mae rolled her eyes at this comment. Really America… she thought. Not everyone lives in Buckingham Palace, there would hardly be the space for that.

“ I’m sorry if I gave you any indication that I remotely took an interest in you, or who you go out with, but I don’t. To be perfectly honest I couldn’t give a flying toss who you liked, so if you would excuse me…” Mae stated as she tried to make her way past the frail girl, only to be pushed back into place in the middle of the circle. Mae threw her hands up and looked at brit expect some half-assed insult.

“Just stay away from SP. okay, cupcake?” she said as she made eye contact with the two girls either side of Mae. with the flick of her head the girls began to walk away and eventually turning the corner and the end of the corridor. “ and if you don’t.” She whispered she brought her head closer to Maes. “ I will kill you”

Mae lost It, she couldn’t help herself. This was too funny. A laugh escaped her mouth before her brain could catch it. “ Oh yeah? Well goodness, I had better watch my back then, because everyone knows that poor, defenceless me is never surrounded by Serpents. Never. Hey, I’ll even let you in on a little secret” Mae whispered, mimicking the shorter girls actions. “ Sweetpea is an asshole but he’s still too good for you. In every way.” Mae could see that her words had deeply affected the girl it something sinister in her took pride in that. Something dark. Something she hated with a passion. Brit had a look of dumbfounded rage bubbling behind her eyes. it was slightly terrifying and Mae might have felt startled if the girl wasn't 2 feet tall.

 Suddenly the girl swung one of her tiny arms into the soft flesh that was Mae high cheekbone. Maes eyes widened with shock as the intense pain pulsed around her face. Maes had shot up to cover the instantly bruised area, glaring at the girl who was retreating down the corridor, every so often twisting her head to look at Mae smiling whenever they connected eyes. Bitch.

Mae grabbed her bag up off of the floor that she hadn’t even realized she had dropped. her hand was still cupped around her swollen check but now she could feel the familiar wetness she had come accustomed to. She slowly pulled her hand away from her face and looked down at her hand. Blood. Mae quickly cupped her face again and the dull throbbing was becoming heavy and caused dark spots to dance across her vision. Was Brit wearing iron knuckles? when the hell did she put those on? Mae could feel tears welling up in the corners of her eyes but refused to let them fall. Why do you have such a big, fucking gob? you couldn’t just leave well enough alone, could you? Mae was so busy thinking she hadn’t seen Sweetpea come out of the toilets and make his way to her. He could clearly see the blood smeared across her face and dread filled his entire being, immediately thinking the worst. He ran the last few steps to her a grabbed her waist forcing Mae to face him. She suddenly jumped and tried to escape his strong grasp, before relaxing once she saw it was just him.

“What the fuck happened, I was gone for 10 minutes ” He snapped and he slowly pulled maes hand away from her face. grimacing at the three deep cuts that were etched onto her normally flawless skin. He brushed his thumb over her jaw in a circular motion, the way he knew she loved.

“I think I just met your girlfriend…” Mae muttered as she hugged herself to Sweetpeas chest, feeling his hand wrap around her.

part 5?

sorry, this took so long, but probably no one is reading this series so I guess it doesn’t matter. If anyone had any ideas I love reading things so yeh, hit me up.

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The Silent Serpent Part 3

Chapter 3- The Art room

Sweetpea x OC

Part 3

Warnings: An immense fear of water?

Word count: 1357

The picture is mine and I did, in fact, create it. And umm if you didn’t notice it can kind of only be used for my story because it has the title of the book and my name in it Sooooooo……

I also did not create Riverdale but some people get salty about not making that clear. However, I did create the character of Maeble Mikaelson/ Forgarty and all the relationships she forms. So. Yeh.

Yes her name is Maeble Mikaelson. For a bit of context, her mothers maiden name is Mary Mikaelson and her Fathers name was Fish Forgarty  (It’s complicated), She prefers to use Forgarty as her last name because to put it lightly she hates her mother with a passion…

She doesn’t remember her father because he was given life in prison when she was still a baby. We might see more of him in the future though…

I’m still new to the whole Tumblr thing so just give a chance and hopefully, I will figure it out

The day continued to drag on slowly after history had finished, Mae had managed to stick relatively close to at least one Serpent throughout the remainder of her classes, Fangs pairing up with who he deemed fit and worthy, That being mostly him, Toni and SP. During lunch Fangs stuck to her side like glue, giving anyone evils who dared look at her, not giving them the chance to judge her. Fangs had always been this way when Mae came to stay because he was scared that one day she might get scared off by some out of line ghoulie and she wouldn’t want to come back. What fangs didn’t know was that Mae loved the south side of Riverdale, much to her mother’s distaste. Mae hated going from each posh and preppy boarding school where she had to put on an entirely new face and demeanour just to be accepted. But here in the southside she could shed that fake skin and show her true colours, just like a snake.

Mae drifted through the rest of the day, not really paying attention to what the teachers were saying. She had learnt all that they were teaching her a good while ago, which both worked with and against her. If she said something correct the teacher might move her into a more advanced class but if she said the incorrect then she would risk looking stupid. So instead she opted not to speak at all.

Her last class was art. not many people had even bothered to turn up, not that she could blame them because there was hardly any art supplies. A few tables were littered with dirty brushed and half used paint bottles that looked a little worse for wear. Mae set her bag onto a spare chair that looked like it might have been clear, she couldn't be sure though. She pulled her long golden hair up into a messy bun and begun to sort through the mounds of unfinished artwork in the corner, trying to find a clear piece of paper to at least attempt some sort of artwork to pass the time. Drawing had never been Maes strongest skill but she could still create something that looked half decent if she spent long enough on it. Like months… Mae pulled her pencil case from her bag and sat down in the seat she had already cleared. The teacher hadn’t bothered to turn up but mae assumed that she was in the right class due to the number on the door and fact that this might have been the only art room in the whole of the school. After thinking for a while of what she might draw she pulled her phone and earplugs. It’s not like the teacher was here to stop her.

After what felt like 20 minutes the classroom door was violently pushed open and none other than Sweetpea trudged in. He rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows when Mae met his gaze. he stopped in front of her high desk probably muttering something about not being alone and that it’s not safe. Mae couldn’t hear what he was saying or really cared to be honest. She was slightly annoyed that he had found her idea of a safe haven. when she didn’t acknowledge his presents pea went from slightly annoyed to agitated. With one swift movement, he pulled her headphone out of her ears and looked down her. 

“What are you doing” He breathed out, resting his hands on her desk and leaning over her so he could get a better look.

“this, Sweet Pea, is a pencil and funnily enough you draw with a pencil…” Mae spoke still looking down and at her lightly traced snake that was hiding under a flower. which was inspired by her favourite quote from Macbeth,’ look like the innocent flower but be the serpent underneath it’.

“No shit.” he deadpanned and pulled a stool and sat opposite her, playing with the zip of maes pencil case. “ I meant why are you here, the teacher isn’t here for registration so you’ll get marked as absent anyway…” he stated.

“Yeah well it was quiet in here, I like the quite” Mae spoke softly, briefly glancing up at him. “ I take it fangs Has gone into a frenzy?” She hummed.

Sweetpea laughed. “ that’s putting it lightly”. He leaned back on the stool at getting a better look at her. Mae noticed this and furrow her eyebrow.

“What?” She asked, starting to get annoyed with peas antics. He merely shrugged in response, his lips curling up into a smirk. Mae took the time to actually look at him rather than scowl at him. He had really changed over the past year, she hated to admit. She had always thought he was mildly attractive but her hate for him seemed to fog it out before. He had grown, like a hell of a lot. Not so long ago Mae was taller than him, standing at 5′8. It was only of the things she continually teased him about, but now he was like a tree. His face had changed as well, becoming sharper and more sarcastic, and let’s not forget the serpent tattoo that branded his neck. Mae loved tattoos, having one or two of her own, not that anyone knew that. Pea noticed her staring and smirked. Mae rolled her eyes. That damn smirk hadn’t changed at all though.

“ I was just thinking that you’re going to be stuck with me all afternoon while Toni and fangs are swimming” he leaned forward again, so close this time that mae could feel his hot breath on her face, forcing those goosebumps to crawl up her back again. “ Sounds like a party to me princess”

“Is that like your go-to pet name or is that one just for me” Mae smirked as she leaned forward so their noses were almost touching, raising her eyebrows when she notices Pea’s eyes flicker to her lips then up to her freckles, not meeting her gaze.

“ Trust me, that one’s all yours” He stated, refusing to be the one who moves first. he reached his hand up to her face and brushed a piece of her fallen hair out of her face and behind her ear, letting his fingers linger for a second. mae was confused but refused to let it show on her face. He had flirted before. It had been the thing she disliked about him the most. But now, she had no idea. All the witty and Sarcastic comments were chased out of her mind and she was left speechless. and that didn’t happen very often. “ I like it when you wear your hair up, you can see more of your face,” He said and it gave mae a little boost of confidence and defiance.

“Well in that case…” She smirked and pulled the black band from her hair, letting her loose, unruly waves engulf the space around her head. Tilting her head to the side, waiting for his response.

“And I especially love your hair when its down, it looks like a lions mane” he smiled and she sighed in annoyance, squinting at him. His hand reached up and he looked at her hair like it was going to electrocute him if he touched it. He did anyway, his little act of rebelliousness.

Mae moved away first, letting him win. She grabbed her bag from the seat next to her and pushed her belongings inside before slinging it over her shoulder. Pea hadn’t moved but watched her intently. Mae pushed her stool under the desk and looked up at the clock. School finishes in 10 minutes. Close enough, she thought. She began to walk out of the classroom but turned to see pea still sat on his seat. she raised her eyebrows.

“Are you coming or am I going to walk to the quarry?” Mae said as pea slowly stood up, walking towards her and playfully bumping into her. Mae smiled and followed him.” You’re such a child…“ she breathed out.

Hey, I know these are quite short but it planning on having a lot of these little chapters and I have a lot planned for the future. so yeh

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The Silent Serpent Part 2

Chapter 2 - “Absolute Bloody Asshole!”

Sweetpea x OC

Warnings: Sweet peas Attempts at flirting with Mae. (Trust me it was painful to write)

Word count: 1344

The picture is mine and I did, in fact, create it. And umm if you didn’t notice it can kind of only be used for my story because it has the title of the book and my name in it Sooooooo……

I also did not create Riverdale but some people get salty about not making that clear. However, I did create the character of Maeble Mikaelson/ Forgarty and all the relationships she forms. So. Yeh.

Yes her name is Maeble Mikaelson. For a bit of context, her mothers maiden name is Mary Mikaelson and her Fathers name was Fish Forgarty  (It’s complicated), She prefers to use Forgarty as her last name because to put it lightly she hates her mother with a passion…

She doesn’t remember her father because he was given life in prison when she was still a baby. We might see more of him in the future though…

I’m still new to the whole Tumblr thing so just give a chance and hopefully, I will figure it out.

History for Mae had always been intriguing, whether it was learning about the impact Egyptian Gods had on the common people of the time to recounting the events of Nazi Germany and the truly horrific influence one human being could push upon a whole nation. Mae loved nothing more than to be taught the victories of wars long ago to the mistakes that crippled the planet, because without disaster there could be no change, and without change, humanity would cease to develop and adapt, Not allowing ourselves to be the best we could be.

However, Mae also clearly understood that all histories have a dark side, that all opinions in some way are completely biased, that we are never really in control.

This fact terrified Maeble. It kept her awake a night with thoughts of what if? How different life would be without all of the evil in the world. Because with the absence of evil would all the good deeds remain? 

Mae held tightly onto the pen in her right hand. Her knuckles going white with irritation. Irritation caused by no one other than Sweet Pea, Head Serpent of South Side High. At this moment in time Sweets was rhythmically kicking the front leg of Mae’s chair going in time with the music that was blasting into his ears from his white headphones. Getting harder and harder with each impact, leaving her on the verge of insanity. The class had only started 15 minutes ago and she wondered how long it would take before she lost it, before she snapped.

Every once and a while Pea would look up at her face through his long eyelashes, smiling and he watched her copy down everything the teacher said, save for a few curse words directed at the class. He Hadn’t moved from straddling his seat but had moved closer to the desk so he could lean forward on the back of the chair, Allowing himself to yet again be the nuisance that Maeble hated with a passion. He knew she hated him and he loved that. He wasn’t sure why though. It was a complete mystery to him. Maybe it was because even if it was negative he craved her full attention.

And without being able to control herself, Mae always surrendered it to him. Always bending to his will before eventually Snapping in two,

“Can you not?, you absolute bloody asshole, I’m trying to work.” Mae finally spat in a hushed tone, forcing pea to tear his big brown orbs up to meet her icy blue ones. He smirked, getting the exact reaction he was looking for. Mae, on the other hand, silently cursed herself, she had given in too easily and now she was going to have to deal with him for the next 42 minutes.

“Ah princess, how I have longed to hear the stunning English accent of yours” he smirked once again. making Goosebumps crawl their way up Mae’s spine, stopping at the nape of her neck.

Mae sighed and looked back at her book, underlining relevant information she thought would be handy since she hadn’t quite heard what the teacher was saying. “ fuck me, I fucking hate you, fuck!” She whispered.

Sweets smirked like it was the only facial expression he knew how to make. 

“ How could you possibly hate a face as good looking as this?” Mae glared at him so hard she thought her head might explode or at least get a killer headache. “ And about fucking you it would be my honour, just name the time and the place, princess”

Mae pretended to think about it before looking him dead in the eye, ” Does ‘Not a chance in Hell even when it freezes over’ work for you?”

“Ouch, Pea you okay buddy?” Toni laughed out as she turned to face them as well, crossing her short legs in their direction.

“Its none of your business Topaz…” Sweetpea sneered as he half turned around in his chair.

“Oh, that heartbreaking rejection reminds me, Mae are you coming down to the Quarry after school, a few of the Serpents said they were going to bring kegs and stuff, and this is the last time we can all go swimming there before it becomes too cold. What do you think?” Toni Suggests as she closes her untouched History book, already deciding the was enough for the day. Mae’s hearts drop into her stomach. She couldn’t go swimming, not in that water, not in any water. Water was Maes biggest fear as stupid as that sounds. She couldn’t stand the thought of jumping in even if she was surrounded by all of her closest friends. She couldn’t stand not knowing what she was swimming above or how peaceful the Lakes and Oceans looked before they became nasty.

“How the hell does that remind you my rejection?” Sweets cuts in before Mae has time to muster up an excuse. He glanced back at her, meeting her gaze until she shied away from it. He is the only one aware of her gut-wrenching fear, he knew this because he is the one who saved her when some jerk thought it would be funny to push her and a couple of other people, including SP, over the bridge and into Sweet Water river after a particularly bad fight between the Serpents and the Ghoulies. As soon as he plunged into the icy cold water his thoughts went to Mae, did she get pushed as well or did fangs manage to get her in time. He shot up, gasping for air. His eyes scanning from each of the people until he settled on a girl, thrashing her arms about, choking on the water. Sweets swam so fast it physically pained him but he didn’t even think about stopping until his arms grasped her waist and pulled him flush against him. Mae was crying, her blue eyes bloodshot. She was trembling with fear until she just stopped moving completely. She had fainted in his arms either due to the cold but most likely because she was petrified. Sweets swam her to the shore to where fangs and Toni were and carried her bridal style to them where they proceeded to wrap her in blankets. Sweetpea made up some story that she had hit her head on the way down, so no one knew the real reason. Mae had just woken up to hear him before he walked away to get cleaned up himself. She would never forget that night as it still plagued her dreams.

“ Because sweet pea, I had ‘rejected‘ the idea until I saw Mae was back in town, and for good for this time. right?” Tomi eagerly smiled, tapping her pen on her closed book.

“Hopefully, unless I get kicked out again” Mae mumbled, looking down at her book until her attention was ripped away from it.

“So is that a yes?” Toni pushed on, going to get the answer she wanted even if it killed her.

“I haven’t gone swimming since I was like ten, Toni, I have nothing to wear even if I did want to go. I’ll just watch” That was a lie which caused Sweets to turn and face her again. He knew that she had never gone swimming and she knew that he knew. Mae raised her eyebrows at him a silently begged him to keep his big mouth shut about it. “ ill keep the kegs company.” Mae said with a forced smile and sweet pea knew was bullshit.

“Okay if that’s what you want to do, hey maybe sweets will keep you and the kegs company, he never swims with us anyway” Toni pouts and turns back into her seat. “ oh and sweets can you give her a lift, I’m going home first and I think fangs’ has an after-school detention again” she grins, knowing exactly what she was doing.

Sweetpea just looks at me and nods his head, smirking that god damn lopsided smirk” Anything for my princess”