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𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : edward midford, soma, platonic!joanne harcourt

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : you surprise your boyfriend with a smothering of kisses/platonic! you surprise your brother with a visit/hug

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : slightly suggestive obv minus joanne’s, mentions of anxiety

𝐚/𝐧 : love the phantom five boys! this idea is from @dior-luxury ‘s series with the twst characters. i highly recommend that you check it out! please enjoy. :)

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃

Hot. That was the only word to describe the temperatures of June 4th, 1889. The sun rays beaming brightly down on your skin for the past few hours left you lightheaded, the abundance of layers that built up your attire only causing you more distress. But, you still needed to achieve your goal for the day; surprising your beloved.

You were lucky his prefect was so understanding of your request to visit him before his match against the Sapphire Owl house, him taking it as you delivering a good luck charm to the lad. A good luck charm? One supposes it could be. An ambush? Most definitely.

A creak in the floorboards of the locker rooms echoed as you crouched behind a set of wooden lockers, your eyes trained on Edward as he walked all on his lonesome to grab a sweat rag from his locker. His eyes were trained on the path in front of him, a determined gleam radiating off of them as his steps thunked across the room. His heart was dead set on winning, wishing to make his sister as well as you proud. So, he would make sure to play at his top performance.

As your beloved remained deep in thought, rummaging through his belongings with haste, you stepped out from your hiding spot behind the lockers.

Without even giving the boy time to think, your hand quickly gripped onto his wrist, dragging him into the nearest storage closet.

Edward’s eyes widened with alarm, immediately finding it difficult to adjust to the darkness in the room. His hands felt around for something to hold onto, perhaps the door handle so he could make a hasty escape from his perpetrator. However, he was met with a soft texture. This was no type of wood, or cricket paddle, it was a cloth of high quality material. Soon after, the scent of something, more accurately, someone familiar met his nose.

“[Name]? What are you doing—“

You did not give him time to finish his sentence before you cupped his cheeks, placing an eager kiss on his lips.

It was no simple kiss; it contained the passion, adoration, and longing star-crossed lovers shared when finally meeting. Many months had passed since you had last seen your Edward in person, and letters simply were not enough to regale your adoration to him. The emotion within your shared embrace was telling of your yearning, and he could not help but be consumed by it.

Arms wrapped around your waist in an attempt to ground himself, his wide, emerald eyes, blinking rapidly as he took in the sight of you. “Bloody—“, he sputtered, before being silenced by another kiss.

Numerous kisses were then placed on Edward’s body; one on his nose, two on his cheeks flushed with red, then one on his neck. You did not want to stop; you were practically radiating with the tenderness and warmth you had missed giving your beloved. His flustered protests went ignored by you as you pressed more and more gentle, passionate kisses along his pale skin. A growing feeling in his stomach kept growing, like butterflies that would flutter in a garden. It made him feel like he was going to melt into a pile of mush simply from your affection.

Finally, one last kiss was placed upon his lips where your assault had begun. You then raised your hands to cup his cheeks once again, brushing away the blonde pieces of hair that framed his face. Soon enough, his hands raised to steady the gentle hold you had on him and his face lowered, allowing you to lean your forehead against his.

“This is highly inappropriate,” he mumbled, eyes intent on looking into yours despite the uneven beating of his heart.

You smiled cheekily, playfully pinching his cheek. “You seem to be enjoying it though, my knight.”

Edward released his hands from your grip, confidentially placing his hand in your own to lead you out of the darkened closet. The lad still had a game to win, after all. “How in the world did you even get back here?” He questioned as he guided you.

“I told your prefect that you’re my fiancé. He was more than willing to let me in.”

His eyes widened with fear, already sensing the onslaught of questions from his housemates. “WHAT—?” He nervously shouted, though it sounded more like the screech of a banshee.

You slyly smirked behind your gloved hand. “By the by, he expects an explanation as to why you did not tell him about me during the celebration later this evening.”

“You are bloody lucky that I’ve missed you.”

───

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀

Soma’s time spent at Weston College had been one of the best experiences of his life in England— an entertaining game of cricket, enjoying a large slice of chicken meat pie, and being able to celebrate his good friend's victory with a party created unforgettable memories. Unforgettable is more of an umbrella term for his feelings, even the more painful aspects of his adventures were precious to him; such as his yearning for you whilst apart.

Yearning is agonizing, yet it makes the heart grow fonder. The amount of love and sweetness that dripped into the ink he used to write his letters to you was immense, nearly overflowing. He spoke of his new friends, his studies, and his secret, not so secret, mission for the Earl Phantomhive; but every letter without fail contained heartfelt words of a longing to embrace you again. Tears were brought to your eyes each time you received a letter, knowing deep down that he had more than likely placed a kiss on the seal before sending it off. It made you feel as if you were a young child again, dreaming of an extravagant future where an unexpected suitor swept you off your feet.

Prince Soma of Bengal simply had that effect on you.

So, when you finally caught sight of him at the celebration, you quickly grabbed his forearm and dragged him away from the festivities. It only took Soma a moment to realize who exactly had whisked him away. “[Name], just the person I wanted to see! How are you, my-” he laughed as you abruptly pressed him against a tree, stealing a kiss as you did so.

Your attack did not simply stop there, no, it continued for what felt like hours. Kisses were placed on his cheeks, then his forehead, and then suddenly his lips again; all gaining a deeper, gentle passion as you entangled your fingers in his dark plum locks. All the while, his hair was spilling out from its low-pony and his boater hat was nearly completely off his head. He was practically melting from your touch, consumed by the gratification he felt after receiving the affection he had been craving from you.

“Whoa, feeling bold are we?” He whispered against your lips, grinning happily as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Now he was only encouraging your behavior. You pressed several more kisses onto his skin, scattering light kisses across his neck and along his long fingers. Finally, you placed your last kiss on his nose, gently holding one of his hands to cup your cheek. “Hello, my love.” you whispered, pressing deeper into your beloved's hand.

Soma returned the favor, pressing a quick peck on your temple. “Hi, sweets.”

Before he was able to pull back, you pressed closer to him, flushing your body against his. “I missed you.”

He was going to go crazy.

“I missed you more! It was so boring here without you. You know what’s amazing, I already learned all the subjects they teach here back at home in Bengal. I mean, you would be amazed by how easy it—” he whined before abruptly being interrupted by another onslaught of kisses.

Small chuckles came from the boy, slowly turning into full blown laughter. “Again? You flatter me, love!”

“Soma, stop giggling!” you groaned, pulling away from him.

He only giggled in response, pulling your waist closer so you couldn’t back away. “I can’t help it! Your kisses are so gentle that they tickle.”

A frown formed on your face as a heated staring contest was shared between you and the prince, neither winning nor losing in this particular debate. After all, he found you cute whether you were upset with him or not. “Don’t be embarrassed, I love it!”

───

𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓

Excitement. There was no better word to describe how the shy boy from Scarlet Fox house was feeling. Today was going to be wonderful; a face off between friends, high stakes, and a thrilling game of cricket were waiting for him in just a few hours. The most exciting event of all, however, was none of these. It was finally being able to see you, his sibling, after so many months.

How he’d missed you, it was odd waking up in the morning without you and your older sisters at the breakfast table. Though, his mornings still contained just the right amount of lively chatter. But of course, it has not been the same without you.

Being a sibling is a privilege, and having good-hearted ones was an even bigger privilege. He had heard and read stories about siblings who would back-stab, manipulate, and abandon their siblings; but he never quite understood why. He had been lucky enough to have been born and allowed to grow up with good people around him, people who had already experienced the harshness of the world yet remained kind. That trait became something he admired; something he wished to be. And he can only believe what the people around him say, that he’s as kind as a summer breeze.

But some part of him wonders, is that really true?

Truthfully, he feels selfish even for asking that you make an appearance at his first cricket game. Selfish for asking you to carve out part of your day for him, and even more so for requesting you specifically. He can not help but feel as though he is asking for so much, yet he knows deep down he is asking for so little. He knows you will show up, but a seedling of doubt makes him believe you won’t. Such are the troubles that come from his anxiety.

Finally, it is his turn to throw the ball. His confidence is at its high, yet it wanes as he catches a glimpse of the crowd. Suddenly, his eyes are searching, scanning for any familiar faces, until finally they land on your family. You are quick to notice his stares in your direction, waving eagerly at him as you released a loud cheer for his team. You came, you really came!

A relieved smile spreads across his face, now fully focused on this game. He was going to make you proud. Until, a painful stabbing feeling was felt coming from his stomach.

Terrible. He feels terrible, and so dreadfully embarrassed. After being hauled off the field by one of the housemasters, Joanne was placed onto a bed in the infirmary. And even worse than that, his whole team had been disqualified due to the majority of them getting food poisoning. It was unfortunate, the chicken meat pie had been quite delicious.

A sigh left his lips as he rested on the white sheeted bed, a silence soon following as he was left with only himself and his thoughts. The scene of him falling to the ground in pain kept replaying in his mind, making his fingers twitch with discomfort. He then began counting three objects in the room, then three sounds he recognized, then three body parts that he could move; a method of calming down he had learned from you. But, it wasn’t enough to make the thoughts and images leave his mind.

That was the curse that was his anxiety.

Suddenly, two knocks on the door drew his attention. Then, shortly after, the door creaked open, revealing you on the other side holding a glass of water. Closing the door behind you, you entered the room and approached the bed your brother laid on.

His eyes widened, quickly adjusting his body into a sitting position. “[Name]?”

You smiled fondly, taking a seat in the wooden chair next to him. “Of course it is.”

You carefully handed the glass of water to your brother, making sure he would not drop it. Soon, he began taking small sips of water, which quelled his thirst. “How are you feeling, Jo?” you questioned, leaning back in your chair.

For a moment, you thought you caught a flash of a frown on his face. His hands fidgeted with his cup before he placed it on the side table next to him. “A little better, though my first cricket game did not go exactly as I had hoped.” he chuckled, attempting to hide the truth of his feelings.

However, it didn’t go unnoticed by you. You took a gentle grip of his hands, drawing his attention to something other than the memories of the last few hours. “It’s alright, dear. A little food poisoning might hurt you now, but I’m sure later you’ll laugh at the circumstance soon in the future.” you smiled.

It was such a simple yet true statement; that made it fact. The fact was he was going to enjoy a laugh about the incident with his new friends. The fact was he was going to forget the situation and remember it as a fond memory. The fact was he was going to be okay.

Joanne let it sit for a moment, took a deep breath in, and let it out. He let his body relax and focused on the good events that happened today. “I suppose you aren’t wrong. I still had a lot of fun playing against Phantomhive.” he muttered, a smile creeping up on his face.

“Is that the friend you wrote about in your letters?” Keeping his mind off the matter was a good thing, it kept him occupied. To your question, he gave you a single nod.

Your eyes widened for a moment, then you gave him a pat on the head. “I’m glad you’re making friends again.”

Joanne was a shy boy, not one to branch out or make himself known to the people around him. Him simply making the reach to make new friends was refreshing and exciting for him, it almost made you jealous.

Soon your arms wrapped around your brother, bringing him into a warm embrace. Feelings of longing and pride filled you, happy to be reunited with your dear brother once again. It nearly brought you to tears. “I’m so proud of you, Jo. You’ve grown so much, I almost fear I’m falling behind.” you whispered, adding a light chuckle towards the end of your words.

Joanne returned your hug, squeezing you tightly. He nuzzled into your shoulder, murmuring against your shoulder. “Don’t say that, [Name]. I think we’ve both changed in the months we’ve been apart, but I think our respect for each other hasn’t faltered a bit.”

Removing one of your hands from your embrace, you gently patted his hair. “You’re too sweet for your own good, truly.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

Though it was not said with words, both of your actions wrote words of thanks.

Thank you for being here for me.

Thank you for worrying about me.

And thank you for being kind to me.

After a few more moments of silence, you removed yourself from the hug. A light grip was then placed on your brother's shoulders, bringing his attention to you once again. “Would you like to come sit with me on the lawn to watch the last match tomorrow? Your friends can join us.” you insisted.

Joanne’s eyes widened with shock at your suggestion. “Is that truly alright?”

Another smile spread across your face upon seeing his change of heart. “As long as your school’s rules don’t hold a tradition stating you’re not allowed to sit with your family.”

Joanne returned your smile with his own grin. “Lawn it is, then!” he happily exclaimed.

@𝐩𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 — ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.

I’m writing a fanfic rn that’s EdwardxReader and takes place in 1920, but I am SO excited for when Alice and Emmett join the clan because Reader&Alice&Emmett are going to be a horribly amazing trio