#sorry i was staring at sprites and my focus drifted to this

[lesbiangiratina]

Btw have you seen their little booty ass

[thran-duils]

Use All of Me (P.8)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Eight) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 3,716 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death

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Steve had not come to bed. Your shower was slow, knowing there was nothing to rush for. You stayed in longer than necessary, basking in the warmth and taking time to lather your skin up with the soothing shower gel. More than once, your fingers fluttered over your nipples, eliciting soft sighs. You were restless and hoping the warm water would calm you down.

After getting out, you dried off, throwing on a light-yellow summer dress before using the blow dryer after.

On your way down, you checked at Steve’s study. The door was open and the room was empty. Maybe he was eating breakfast. When you walked into the kitchen, it was past 8:00am. Patricia was finishing putting away a plate of breakfast food and you apologized her. She waved you off, taking it back out of the fridge and placing it in the microwave.

“Have you seen Steve?” you asked, sitting at the island.

“He was gone when I got here, ma’am,” Patricia told you.

So, he had left before 7:00am.

When she placed the food in front of you, you smiled at her. “You used the mashed potatoes.”

“Was I not supposed to?” she asked worriedly.

You gave a quick laugh, “Yes, that was what I was hoping. I had thought I would be up earlier so I could let you know I made them last night for potato cakes in the morning. It’s like you read my mind.”

She looked pleased with this comment and nodded. “Do you want fruit?”

“Yes, please. Strawberries.”

The rest of the day was slow, you trying to focus on reading your book but your mind kept drifting back to the disappointed look on Steve’s face whenever you had made eye contact with him last night during dinner. He kept up appearances for everyone else, joining in the overzealous toast from Thor, blessing your soon to be ‘babes’ and accepting congratulations from everyone. But he had been upset with you and it had unexpectedly made you feel ashamed. You missed his touch last night.

His touch.

You imagined his hands slipping up your thighs, gently pushing your legs apart. His fingers creeping underneath your underwear, delving in—

You shook the thought from your head, trying to focus harder on the words on the page.

But—

His nose nuzzling along your abdomen, laying soft kisses as he worked—

You slammed your book close. There was no way you were going to be able to focus on this when you were getting this riled up. You were horny. That was the bottom line. You had felt it in the shower earlier and you should have given in and done it in there where it was private, and you could easily clean up.

When would Steve be home?

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His footsteps echoed through the entrance hall after the front door closed and you practically hopped off the couch to go intercept him before he could disappear into his study again. You skidded into the entrance hall, only stumbling slightly as your socks hit the marble.

Steve was already halfway up one of the staircases when he stopped and made to come back down, worry on his face seeing you stumble. He stilled when you balanced yourself.

“Be careful, Y/N,” he told you sternly. He turned to continue up the stairs.

“Wait,” you blurted, and he stopped again to look at you. “Are… are you going to talk to me?”

Steve said nothing and you were having trouble deciphering what he was feeling or thinking.

“At all?” you added quietly.

He licked his bottom lip, looking thoughtful. “Come upstairs.”

You followed him up, trying to keep a normal pace, and not see so eager. He led you to his study, closing the door behind you. You had only been in here a couple of times, avoiding it out of his request to not mess around in here. It was tidy but you knew there were things hidden; weapons and such that he did not want you to find.

Steve came to your side, peering down his nose at you. He was waiting for you to say something.

“You’re mad at me,” you finally said lamely.

“I’m disappointed,” Steve corrected. Disappointed always felt worse than angry, and you fought to keep eye contact. “I asked you specifically to be ready.”

“I was ready. I may not have done my makeup—”

“I’m not talking about that, Y/N. I meant to be with everyone. You were slaving away in the kitchen instead of spending time with everyone.”

“I’m sorry,” you said thickly.

“You made your choice.”

“I… I just wanted to cook.”

“Then cook for me. That’s completely fine. But when we are having people over, I want you to be with me. I want you to be with them. It feels like you were trying to hide yourself away.”

“I wasn’t.”

“I’m having a hard time believing you.”

You had prepared this excuse and executed the delivery perfect, “I was taught when people come to your house, you’re supposed to be a hostess. And that’s what I did.” Steve was quiet, taking that in. You shrugged, adding, “So, I’m sorry. Really.” Another pause, gauging his reaction. He was not budging, still silent. Giving a defeated sigh, you said, “I don’t want you to keep shutting me out because of it. But if you still need time, I guess I’ll just deal then.”

You took a step towards the door and Steve stopped you, pulling you back in front of him. His eyes raked over you, trying to see how genuine you were. He must have been satisfied with your answer because he said sincerely, “Thank you for explaining yourself. It gives me a better perspective.”

“Well, I would’ve last night but you left me by myself,” you muttered, eyes downcast.

“I was upset.”

“I know.”

“In the future, please, leave it to Patricia. You don’t have to wait on people hand and feet, especially pregnant. We have her for a reason. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he said, nodding in approval. You leaned into his touch when he placed his hand on the side of your face. The corners of his lips upturned into a soft smile. “You are darling, you know that?” His eyes trailed down, eyeing the low collar of your dress, and one of his hands followed his gaze, coming to rest at your hips, the other at your cheek. You ever so slightly rolled your hips towards him at the firm grip and he murmured, “I heard your sex drive can really amp up in the second trimester.” You blushed, and he smirked, feeling the warmth he brought there. “I am sure being alone really did leave you wanting.”

He was reading you like a book.

“Would you like me to do something about it?” he asked quietly.

Your hands rested on his chest and you nodded, much to his approval. Turning, he led you a bookcase along the wall and touched a book on it and you stared in awe as it popped open; it was a hidden door. He led you through it, and it led into his walk in closet. His lips found yours again and he pressed you further into the closet, closer to the bedroom. Your foot hit the plush chaise and he noticed.

“Lay back,” he ordered, his eyes blown wide with lust.

You rested against the back and arm, settled in the pillows as he pushed your dress up. His fingers hooked underneath the band of your underwear, tearing them down your legs. He laid sloppy kisses up the inside of your thigh. Tongue flat and wide, he licked up your pussy, making you shiver. He hummed in approval the reverberations adding to the sensation. His lips trailed up onto your stomach, peppering kisses around your middle.

Sitting up quickly – causing Steve to pause, looking at you with challenge, as if he thought you were trying to stop – you tore the dress over your head, undoing your bra and tossing it aside. Steve grinned when he realized what you wanted, and he obliged. His mouth was hot and wet on your quickly hardening nipples. You were so sensitive, even more so than normal. He bit down ever so slightly, and you keened, your hands groping at his shoulders.

“My gorgeous little doll,” he growled, moving to shove his jeans down. Your hands went up his sweater and he tore that off as well.

One leg hanging off, Steve plummeted in between your legs. You moaned, your fingernails digging into his forearms planted on either side of you.

“You’ll listen when I tell you to do something?” he husked, nipping at your ear. You nodded and he nipped harder. “Say it, Y/N!”

“Yes, I’ll listen,” you gasped in response to his fingers pinching at your erect nipple. “I promise!”

Your declaration was enough to get his hips snapping, your orgasm quickly following, and him subsequently. Steve’s kisses were bruising along your jawline, savoring the taste of you as he rode out his high. Your legs still trembled as you held him close, inhaling his scent deeply.

In the moments following passion, it was easy to forget the cage he kept you in.

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A few days later, you were unable to find him inside. He had not left the house; it was the weekend. He was staying home, he had told you so. You searched the rooms for him and then spotted him out on the patio, seated at the table beneath the large cover, bent over papers. Bryce was seated a few seats away, scouring over documents as well. You thought to grab a pitcher of water and a couple glasses. You grabbed a Sprite, slipping it into the pocket of your dress before gathering everything else.

Walking out the door, the wind swept through gently, tugging at the hem of your dress.

He heard you approaching and looked over his shoulder. You held up the pitcher, cradling the glasses. “Water?” you asked him.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, that’d be perfect. You should have some too.”

“Oh, this glass is for Bryce…” you said trailing off, waiting to see his reaction.

“Well, have some when you go inside then,” Steve replied and you nodded, pouring them both a glass. Bryce thanked you when you handed it to him.

He was examining a multi-page document with upmost attention. One hand was resting on his thigh, leaning forward as he peered over the document.

Pulling the Sprite from your pocket, you asked, “What’s that?”

Steve reacted to hearing you open the pop and eyed the can in your hand. “You’re gonna need to stop drinking those. Dr. Kamal said caffeine can affect your blood pressure and that’s important to regulate during pregnancy. Plus, it might affect the babies.”

“…There’s no caffeine in Sprite, Steve,” you told him slowly.

He obviously did not know that and you informing him of that did not seem to go over well based off the way he looked at you unamused. He pressed, “Regardless, you are going to change your diet, which includes anything that has caffeine in it. And Sprite does have a lot of sugar and that can lead to more weight gain. She says here,” he gestured at the document. “You could gain up to 50 pounds. That’s a lot of stress on your body. You don’t want to be adding any more if you can help it. I’d prefer if you didn’t gain that much. It would be hard to lose it and then just gain it again for the next one.”

Next one?

“We haven’t even had the first two,” you laughed nervously.

He sat up straight, his hand leaving the paperwork. “We’ll have five or six. Like I said, it’s going to be a toll on your body.”

“No shit,” you blurted without thinking and he cocked his head, looking at you in irritation now. You cleared your throat. “Trust me, I don’t want to be gaining 50 pounds,” you told him, holding your can of Sprite a little tighter. His gaze flicked to it and you said quickly, “Can I just finish this one? Please?”

“You’re already drinking it,” Steve sighed, looking back down and turning the page. “I’ll take the rest of the case to the compound and put it in the fridge there.” Your mouth set into a thin line which went unnoticed by him. “I’m gonna have a nutritionist set up a meal plan for you and give it to Patricia.”

“Where did you get this information? Is Bryce looking at it too?”

“No, I’m looking at—” Bryce started to say but Steve cut him off, without looking up, “No, he’s not. He’s looking at a file for work.”

Continuing, Steve said, “She said to contact her if we had any follow up questions after the appointment. I didn’t think to ask because… well, you know,” he said, his eyebrows raising. Right. How you had reacted to the news. “She sent me over information about your health during pregnancy.” He met your eyes now, “And I want you to do as it says.”

“What if I get a craving? Some women start craving the hell out of pickles. Or ice cream.”

“I think you’re craving lemons.” Your brow furrowed and he asked, “Would you disagree?”

“I…” you said trailing off, thinking about it.

“Do you usually drink as much lemon water as you are? You always request them when Patricia goes for the weekly groceries and I have yet to see that citrus juicer leave the counter because you are constantly refilling your water and putting lemon in it.”

How had you not recognized that yourself? You had drunk lemon water before – but mostly at restaurants. It calmed you down when you had it.

“Apparently you didn’t notice,” Steve said, seeing the realization on your face. “Just keep using that straw so you avoid really hurting your teeth with the acid.”

He was looking down again and you scowled at him, knowing he would not see. But then you saw Bryce looking at you, his expression unreadable. You quickly dropped the attitude and took another drink of your Sprite, savoring the taste since it seemed to be your last for quite some time. Especially if Steve was expecting to have you pregnant for the next decade it sounded like.

Something tugged at you and you followed the feeling, looking back up at Bryce. He was still studying you. He gave you the smallest of smiles, looking sad… no… like he was pitying you.

You filed that away for later.

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You sat on that interaction for days, wondering if you should take the leap. He had heard the whole conversation between you and Steve regarding how he was going to start controlling your diet completely and he essentially was going to breed you. Even knowing that though, you still found yourself searching out his attention. You hated how much you craved his touch too – it was a relief every time he got you to come. Your hormones were flying and having him get you off seemed to be the key to quelling all the anxiety.

It was too much. You were taking that leap. Steve was out of the house.

Walking barefoot out in the grass, you crossed your arms over your ever growing stomach. It was true, at four months you were starting to show and it was going to only get bigger – and quickly with twins –, rendering you more dependent on others for some daily tasks. It was already becoming more difficult to bend over, you trembled thinking about yourself at six or nine months along.

Bryce was walking across the lawn from the shop and you moved quickly to go over to where he was.

“Can I talk to you?” you called out. He stopped, facing you. You gestured, “Not right here.” His gaze was skeptical, but he followed you all the same. You moved to stand at the corner of the house, hopefully mostly out of the way of the outdoor cameras, but you doubted there was anywhere on the property without at least some line of sight.

“Is something wrong?” Bryce asked.

You studied him, gauging how to start. You were basing a lot of assumption about his viewpoint off of one look. But you had little else to go on. You swallowed sharply before saying in a fairly low volume, “I am going out on a limb here… but I need your help.”

“With what?”

“I need to leave.”

Bryce’s lips parted in surprise at your bluntness. He recovered quickly, countering, “How do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

He shook his head, “You cannot ask me to help you with that. You’re lucky I don’t tell Mr. Rogers you even brought it up.”

He began to walk away. You reached out to grasp his arm. “Please!” you pleaded. “I don’t want to be here anymore. Steve… he’s changed.”

Bryce was at least staying to hear you out. Your hand fell from his arm as he told you sternly, “He’s always been like this. Nothing has changed.”

“Well, he was dishonest with me then. He acted… sweet.”

“Has he not been sweet to you? Just yesterday afternoon he seemed very sweet, if you don’t mind me saying. He seems to be quite smitten, ma’am.”

“I don’t doubt his affection,” you said. “But c-can’t you see he’s keeping me locked away?”

Bryce was quiet, his gaze turned away from you, his eyes somewhere else along the greenery of the lawn’s edge. You stayed quiet, letting him gather his thoughts. When he finally spoke, he said quietly, “Do you understand what he could do to you?”

“What? Kill me? Perfect,” you said sarcastically.

“I don’t think he would kill you, miss,” Bryce said solemnly, locking eyes with you.

You stiffened at that.

The longer the two of you spoke the more chance Steve would be looking in the cameras for the pair of you. And if he located you, who knew how much he could pick up if he had mics? It was illegal for security cameras to have audio recording, but this was his personal house, not some store.

Bryce stepped closer, “Even if I could help you, I wouldn’t.” Your face fell and he shook his head. “It would be very short lived, this grand escape you think you can pull off. You know how expansive Mr. Stark’s technology can reach. You would have the whole Avenger team looking for you. Where in the world do you think you could possibly hide? It would be a suicide mission to help you escape.”

He was not helping because of his loyalty. He was not helping because he believed it to be wasted effort and would have a terrible ending. How could you argue with that?

“You… he will take care of you. He cherishes you. Coddles you even.”

“Exactly!” you exclaimed upset. “I don’t need to be coddled. I... If you won’t help me, then I’ll just do it myself.”

It was Bryce’s turn to grasp your arm and plead, “Don’t do that. Please!” You said nothing, your face stony. He cursed under his breath and hissed, “If you are serious about it, then I’ll tell him. You can see it as a betrayal of trust, but I am trying to protect you. Staying here and finding comfort in what you have pales in comparison to when – not if, WHEN – you’re brought back, and you try to build trust again. It won’t happen. Mr. Rogers won’t allow you to do anything. You think you feel trapped now? Please. I implore you to be objective about this. Be smart.”

Wind was leaving your sails and you let it show. If he was true about telling Steve about the conversation, you needed him to think you had been discouraged from it. That would keep it secret and allow you to find – hopefully – another avenue to escape through.

“Fine,” you said stiffly, tears pricking your eyes. “At least I can still see my friends here.”

Tearing your arm from his grasp, you walked away from him, holding yourself.

Apparently, you were on your own. You could not in good faith put your friends in danger by involving them. Steve would go to them anyway, but they would not know a thing and he would have no proof they knew anything because it would not exist.

You could not fly. That would be one of the first and obvious places for them to check. You could not drive, at least not far. Steve had his phones hooked up to both of his cars and the blue tooth would be able to track the car’s location wherever you went. Which also meant you could not take your phone, putting you at more risk to be able to call for help if something happened.

Something came to mind. A train. You could not google anything on your phone or any of the laptops though. You would be going in blind to the station. But you would be on camera there too at the ticket booth. It would be easy for Steve to get a ticket booth worker to talk and tell him which route you had taken.

You could steal someone’s ticket; it didn’t matter where. And in return, leave them an envelope with cash in its place as an apology. You would need a light coat with a hood. It was almost September, the weather still way too hot for anything heavy. The light coat might even be too much, but what was a little sweat? Plus, it would help to cover your bump. You could leave Steve’s car at Grand Central – dispose of the key somewhere nearby. It would be a little bit of a walk, but you could walk to Penn Station. The Amtrak was there to get you out of the city. There was also shopping inside where you could buy said coat – you did not want to risk taking anything from here, it would be too easily recognizable.

A train. You felt hope bubbling inside at the prospect.

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[storyofmychoices]

Playtime

[Justin Mercado x Mari Bishop Masterlist]

Characters: Justin Mercado, Mari Bishop (MC) Book: Save the Date Word Count: +/- 1,600 Prompt: play ~ @choicesoctoberchallenge2020​ ; @choicesficwriterscreations​ Daddy (Kinktober) Warnings: Daddy kink, thigh riding, reverse cowgirl, spanking, super ns*w, language Rating: This is an EXPLICIT fic, by clicking keep reading you agree to be at least 18 years old. Please do not read if underage or if any of the topics in the warning make you uncomfortable.

Notes: Mari’s thoughts are in italics; also, smut is not in my comfort zone, so sorry if this is not good. 

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Plot? What plot? (You’ve been warned)

Heat pooled between her legs as her body quivered. She squeezed her thighs together, searching for friction, something to bring her some release. Her own longing moan pulled her from her sleep. 

Fuck.

Mari groaned in bed, waking from her pleasurable dream. Her core throbbed in desperate need of attention. Her hand drifted between her legs, attempting to offer some relief to her swollen mound. The touch only ignited the fire burning inside of her, begging to be fully set aflame. There was no way she’d be able to get back to sleep without finding release first. Her body pulsed with a growing warmth. 

He’d never know…

Her fingers flirted with the waist of her pajama bottoms. Little by little, she inched them deeper toward the source of her longing. His steady breathing beside her caused her to stop short, the tip of her finger just grazing her arousal.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

She knew the consequences of touching herself without his permission. Even if they had fallen asleep, their playtime didn’t technically end until the next day or when they mutually agreed to resume their normal relationship. 

Justin rolled on his back, giving her the access she needed. 

“Daddy,” she whispered softly, remembering her place. Justin didn’t move, his steady breathing continued. She moved closer, brushing the back of her hand along his arm. “Daddy, I’m wet.”

Justin barely stirred. 

Mari desperately attempted to rub her thighs together once more, but to no avail. Her voice was weak as she let out a particularly pathetic “please” losing patience with attempting to self-soothe. 

Maybe it was her imagination but even in the darkness, she swore she saw a smirk pull quickly on his lips. 

Fuck it.

Mari kicked off her bottoms and moved the covers over her. She paused just for a second before lowering herself over his thigh. She rocked slowly. The new friction stoked her heat, sending a fresh wave of warmth coursing through her. Goosebumps erupted on her arms from the cool night air. Her eyes closed, attempting to let her mind drift back to her dream and where she had left off. 

She continued shifting her hips back and forth, dragging her sex across his muscled thighs. A low moan escaped her lips, finally getting some desperately needed satisfaction. Her arousal pooled beneath her, leaving a slick trail on his skin that began coating her inner thighs as well. 

“You feel so good, Daddy,” she cooed, pressing her hands on his hips for leverage as she bucked harder against him. 

Her eyes opened, as her dream filled her vision. Except, the darkened bedroom was not what she had anticipated to see, nor was Justin’s watchful eyes. Her cheeks reddened under his steady gaze having nearly forgotten he was asleep when she started.

Justin’s lips curled in amusement. “Did I give you permission to stop, baby girl?”

She shook her head timidly; sometimes all it took to quell her confidence was that look. The one where his darkened eyes bore through her, reminding her who she truly belonged to. 

“Don’t be shy now, baby. Get on with it. Show daddy how good he makes you feel.” Justin’s arms folded behind his head as he propped himself up to enjoy the show. “Come for me, Mari.”

Why do I love it so much when he talks down to me? Ahhh. I really don't care when it feels this good. 

Mari shifted up his thigh, rolling her hips with more urgency. This is what she had needed, why was she prolonging it? She rubbed her throbbing sex over him a few more times; each time a series of whimpers and moans slipped out of her lip.

“I love the little noises you make, baby. Now, be a good little girl and scream for Daddy.”

Her back arched, her thighs clenching around his as she chased the high she had been craving. She cried out and her core shuddered and pulsed letting go of the tension it had been building up. 

“Thank you,” she whimpered, curling onto his chest to catch her breath. 

Justin drew her in. He brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen over her face. “I’ve got you, sweet girl.” 

Her eyes drifted closed, relaxing in the warmth of his embrace. 

“Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?”

She nodded and smiled, burying her face into the crook of his neck. 

“Good, I’m glad.” His fingers tangled deep in her red hair, wrapping tightly around her luscious waves. He lifted her head back up to face him. “But you’re not done.”

Mari looked at him curiously; the whites of her eyes seemed larger from her innocent stare.

Justin shifted her off of him, still keeping a grasp on her hair. He directed her head toward his hips, gesturing to his erection straining at his boxers. “Look what you did.”

Her body grew flush; a rush of embarrassment and arousal fought for dominance in her, pulling her entire focus. All she could manage is a mumbled “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, sweet girl. You’re going to do something about it, while I deal with your bratty behavior of thinking you can ride me while I sleep.”

Yes, please. OMG!

“Okay.” The word was quiet, slipping out of her mouth when she exhaled. 

Justin relieved himself of his boxers. His large erection sprang free. 

She licked her lips, watching him, her eyes widening, longing for what she had been dreaming about the whole time.

God, I love how big you are. Fuck.

“Get back on top, but face away from me. Daddy wants to see that pretty little ass of yours.” 

Mari wasted no time positioning herself over him. Her fingers wrapped around his length pumping him teasingly. 

His large hand landed on her ass with a sudden sting, signaling that she needed to get on with it, but she really couldn’t complain. Her own body was beginning to ache again at the thought of more. 

She lowered herself onto his throbbing length, sinking slowly down, allowing her walls to adjust to his size. 

Justin hissed in pleasure, each time Mari rocked back and forth taking him a bit deeper each time, her tight walls stretching at his presence. 

Mari leaned forward over his legs more, readjusting her position to allow herself to take him all the way and still control her own pleasure. 

“Good girl,” he groaned, watching his cock disappear into her dripping pussy. “You will not come until I say, baby girl. Do you understand?”

She nodded half-heartedly. Her own soft moans filled the air, her pace increasing.

His hand came down on her plump form again. “I asked you a question.” He spanked her three more times in rapid succession, growing more aroused by his Little’s quiet whimpers, knowing the brief pain would only strengthen her pleasure. “Do you understand?”

Before she could answer, the sting of his hand was on her again. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Better.” He caressed the reddening globes of her ass as her hips continued to undulate over him. “Do you want to touch yourself?”

“Yes, please.”

His finger pressed into the red mark of his handprint causing her back to arch toward him. “Since you used your manners so nicely, you may. One hand only.”

Her hand slipped between her legs immediately. Her fingers brushed up against his cock, causing a guttural groan to fall from his lips as she searched for the right angle to please herself. She swirled her fingers over her sensitive nerves, moaning at the sudden burst of electricity pulsing through her at the touch. Her walls pulsed around him as she moved more fervently.

Justin’s hips thrust upward into her, matching her pace, chasing his own release. 

“Daddy, I can’t hold out much longer, can I come, please?” She mewled, through uneven breaths.

A growl vibrated on his lips. “Soon. First, punishment. You will take five spanks for your behavior and then afterward you can come. Don’t you dare, come before I finish.”

Justin! Fucking seriously? Now?! When I’m edging? Ugh!

She focused her breathing, readying herself for him. She counted each spank in her head, making sure to hold out until five. Each time the handprint on her skin grew a little redder, pooling more heat, but none of the strikes were as hard as she knew he was capable of. He was holding back, and for once, she was grateful, not sure how much more she could take being so close to the edge already.  

The second after the fifth smack landed, her head fell back, her spine arching as she let herself fall over the cliff she had been teetering on. 

Her walls clenched tightly around him, pulling him to his own high with her. He spilled his warm seed inside of her. 

Their labored breathing and the lingering sounds of pleasure escaping them filled the quiet room. 

Justin’s hands were on her hips, guiding her safely back into his arms. He stroked her hair, holding her close. “End play?”

“End play,” she agreed. Her body relaxing into the warmth of his chest. 

“I love you, Mari.” He brushed a string of feathery kisses over her shoulders. “I fucking love you so much.” 

“I love fucking you, so much,” she teased. 

Can’t punish me now! Guess you shouldn’t have ended play!

His rolling laughter shook her as his chest rumbled beneath her. “I stand by what I said.”

She buried herself deeper into him, finding her favorite spot and allowing the heaviness of her tiredness to wash back over her. “I love you too, Justin.” 

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2000 Man (A beatle!reader story) - Part 4: If Love is a Drug

She is back! And better than ever.....

Not really, sorry it’s been radio silence/lurking, she’s had something of a depressive episode recently, but she’s getting back on her feet. So yea, I don’t want to promise anything, but I’ll try to post more.

And finally get a masterlist at some point with this series, for goodness’ sake.

So yea. 

When should I stop crediting @casafrass for this? I feel like it’s getting annoying, but it’s only fair. 

Description: It’s the year 2000, and y/n, the fifth member of the Beatles, is advertising her new book, Madam Beatle, in her first interview of the year. We see snapshots of her life, from when she joined the band, to the trials and tribulations, to the death of the band, and everything in between. Loosely inspired by Slumdog Millionaire.

Part: 1, 2, 3, 4

Headcanons: Based off of this one, though like, not really, just the general vomit theme. 

Words: 3,951 (woop, she’s a long one, get ready for some TEA)

Pairings: Honestly, just let me know if you would like me to put some pairings in here, because most of all of the ones that I’ve written, you can read it either way, so please, just let me know! 

Warnings: Vomit, drugs, pills, violence, swearing

“So I understand that at one point you talk about a conversation that you had with Judy Garland.” 

“Yes, she and I met, actually I don’t remember where, but it was one of those random ‘high society’ parties, and we struck up a sort of conversation. I think we found each other’s stories interesting, because, as women in the entertainment industry, even across film and music, there were some startling similarities.” 

“Would you care to expand on those similarities a little?” 

“I mean, besides the fact that so much of the focus is on our bodies, which we’ve already discussed, the zeitgeist of the time seemed to be that women simply weren’t ready to handle all of the pressures that that sort of system put on us. Of course, this meant drugs, particularly amphetamines, which were quite vogue in the US at the time. Judy and I were both familiar with that sort of concept, however, the difference lied in that Judy chose to go on amphetamines, and I was given them.” 

“Given them by...?” 

“EMI, mostly, but everyone, including me, was complicit in a way. Though, it did slip more into self-regulation in the Beatles’ later years, and I even fully recovered by my solo career. But yea, especially in the earlier ones, during our massive concert tours, a lot of it was... very strong suggestions.”

“You were known for being very strong-willed, though.” 

“Yeah, but y’know, it’s my career. I guess at the time, even if EMI had let me go, I could’ve gone somewhere else on the name alone, but I was young, stupid, and scared of non-existent threats, so I really did put up with it for quite long.” 

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“She hasn’t come out of that room since last night.” 

“It’s called sleeping, Rings.”

“It’s past noon! She came straight up here after dinner last night.” 

“And she locked the door.” 

“Very suspicious.” 

“You think we could get Mal to break it down?” 

“What if there’s a guy in there?”

“Then we’ve got to break it down.” 

“She’s an adult!” 

“What if she’s DEAD?” 

“Someone get Mal.” 

Your eyes fluttered open. With friends like these, who needs an alarm clock? 

Through blurry eyes, you could read the actual alarm clock: 3:17. 

Everything was alright for about 20 seconds, and then all of the crappy feelings had re-settled into your wakened state. Your legs felt like they were filled with cement, your nose was congested, your hands were clammy, you were extremely sweaty even though it was absolutely freezing, and you were stilled tired, even though you had gone to bed at 7:30 last night. 

You sauntered over to the door, pulling on a pair of sweat pants over your bare legs. 

You pressed your sweaty fingers down on the cool lock and pulled it open. 

“Do not! Call Mal! I am here.” Four blank faces gawked back at you, all far more spritely than you cared to admit that you weren’t. The suits were on as well. 

“Is that what you look like without makeup?” John quipped in mock-surprise. He knew damn well what you looked like without makeup, he just couldn’t give up a chance to be his sarcastic asshat self. You sighed.

“Not now, please, John.” The light in the main suite was too bright, so you pushed your head into the doorway and closed your eyes. You wanted to sit down again. 

“(y/n), love, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it is 3:30, and you’ve got to get your act together at some point.” You couldn’t see his face, but you knew that was Ringo.

“I know what time it is, I’m just... eurgh,” You didn’t bother opening your eyes, “This shit is exhausting.” 

“We can’t can-” 

“I know, I know,” you interrupted Paul, “I’ll be out in fifteen minutes.” 

- time skip brought to you by I am very tired - 

“(y/n), do you want me to carry that?” George appeared at your side, holding his hand out near yours, grabbing at the guitar case. 

“Nah, I’m fine.”

“I don’t know if I believe that.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You chuckled weakly. 

“Your playing was off. You missed a few chords. You didn’t smile as much, and your voice was weaker. I can tell.” 

“Rough night is all. Remember, we can’t cancel even if I am sick. But I’m fine.” Your grip on the guitar case loosened unconsciously as your arm felt weaker. 

“Sure.” George swung his hand in and grasped at the handle of your case, before taking it in his own. You sighed, but still didn’t feel like answering. 

“What a gentleman you are, Georgie.” John ruffled his hair with his free hand. 

A pattering of very angered footsteps approached behind you, and you instantly knew who it was. Only one man could angrily footstep like that.

“What the hell was that, (y/n)?” Brian spun you around to look at him. Though you could tell that there was some softness in his eyes, and that he was perhaps worried just as much for you as for your reputation, he was still fuming. 

“Whaddya mean?” You fumbled out. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice. You were out of it tonight. Well? What was it? Weed? Cocaine? Alcohol? All of them?!”

“Scout’s honor, Brian, it was just a weird night.” Brian’s grip loosened on your shoulders, as he facepalmed. He looked back up at you sympathetically.

“You’re a little pale, (y/n), perhaps you should take an early night.” You peered over your shoulder, only to catch the lads instantly trying to pretend like they weren’t listening in on your conversation. You were going to go to a very fancy club tonight, and you had been looking for a chance to dress up. You looked back at Brian, who was almost sweating. Anything to ease his worry. 

“Alright, just this night. Even though I swear I’m fine.” 

“Right, right. Why don’t you head back with the equipment, and I’ll head out with the boys?” 

“Sounds like a plan.” You sighed and could feel your eyes droop. You trudged back to the black van and hauled yourself in the back, giving a small wave to Mal in the mirror. He nods understandingly. You shut the van doors. 

“Where’s she goin’?” You hear John bug Brian like a petulant child.

“Back to the hotel, I think.” 

“Killjoy.” Paul muttered.

George just watched the van leave over Ringo’s shoulder, whom he was deeply in conversation with. 

- time skip - 

It happened again. You had fucked up again. You’d missed some of your chords, your voice had cracked at one point, and not in the hot way, and your energy on stage was no longer a bubbly bounce, but a gentle, almost sleepy, swaying. 

Your fuck-up only really hit you after, though, as you had zoned out while you were on stage. 

You couldn’t go out to face the boys. You just couldn’t. You sat in your locked dressing room, head in your hands, as you stared at your knees trying not to pass out. Everything was blurry. 

You were awakened from your thoughts by a loud thumping. You could feel your stomach drop. It was an angry knock. Why did men always have to be so angry? 

“(Y/n), I know you’re in there.” It was John. Of course it was John. It was always John. He never knew when to stop. 

You leaned back in your chair, dazed, knowing full well that you didn’t have to let him in if you didn’t want to. You shakily pulled a cigarette out of a pack on the table and it it with your delicately engraved lighter while the pounding continued. He would die out there if he had to. 

“Whaddya want?” You blew a plume of smoke and coughed.

“Why are women always so dramatic? Just let me in, damnit!” 

“Not if you don’t stop acting like a petulant goddamn child!”

“Call me a child, will you? I’m not the one who can’t handle every goddamn concert. What? Are you too tired? Awww, I’m sorry. Do you need a nap?” 

You could feel your eyes brim with tears. You put out the cigarette, grabbed your bag, and opened the window. The wind blew in your face, and it was almost calming. Using the gymnastics skills that you had honed as a kid, you slunk out the window and onto the open street, your heels clacking on the pavement. You pulled a coat over your face and called a taxi, only offering cash but making sure to keep your looks relatively obscured. Back to the hotel, where you could sleep it all off.

- Time skip - 

You slept for 20 hours, and yet, you still woke up feeling all the worse. The clock read 4:00. You were about to be late for call. There was no shuffling outside, so you could assume that the lads had already left. Awesome. 

You fixed your hair, grabbed your guitar, called a limo, and added small touches of makeup on the ride there. You could barely feel anything anymore, and your body had gone completely numb. You chunked on foundation way more than usual as to hide the cold sweat and incredible paleness that your face had broken out in. Some of the powder drifted over your lips, and you felt a welling of stomach acid churn. 

You swallowed, took a deep breath, and your stomach calmed down once more. You were backstage. 

You thanked the cab driver before slipping through the back door, barely being able to make it open. The first thing you met was Brian having a panic attack, which actually made sense for once, as there was about 15 minutes until you were on stage. 

“(Y/n)! Where the bloody hell were you?!” The rest of the lads were behind him, speaking and looking at you like some high school girl’s clique. You shot them an angry, but weak, stare.

“No one woke me up.” 

“You look like death.” Paul piped up from the back.

“You’ll meet death very fuckin’ soon-” You had no time for any of the sass anymore, but a hand clamping on your shoulder cut you off. You looked up to your left, and were greeted by the face of Neil Aspinall. 

“That’s enough of that, (y/n), we have something to do.” He didn’t wait for your answer, but simply lead you backstage. You were far too dazed to resist, so you simply let him steer. 

“So, the company, not me, heard that you haven’t exactly been on your A-game lately, and they recommended something.” You nodded, still not listening.

“Apparently, a lot of rockstars use it, they heard about it from the manager of the Animals or something, so I thought we could give it a try. It’s supposed to help you get that burst of energy that you need.” He patted your shoulder joyfully.

“Now, this is all of the company’s doing, so, if you don’t want to take them, then I completely understand, and I’ll just tell them that you did, but I am supposed to mention them.” Neil’s voice drifted off. In front of you was a table with several small white pills and a glass of water. 

“No. I’ll take it. We gotta a show to do.” You were sure that Neil said something, but you didn’t hear, as you were too busy downing the pills and the water in one determined gulp. 

- Time skip - 

That night was the most energetic that you had been. Almost too energetic. Your eyes were shot and pink, though fortunately all of the audience was too far away to notice. Your playing was erratic and very harsh, though the screaming was too loud to hear. Your vocals, well, those would not be matched until some actual crackheads took the stage later. 

None of your actions felt deliberate, everything felt at the whim of the surges of energy jolting through your body, while your actual mind just felt more and more disconnected, and your stomach churned. The lights gave you a pulshing headache. 

Three-quaraters through the show, you began to come back to Earth again, though not because the drugs were wearing off, but because something else was beginning to emerge. You could feel it. The wave rising up in your stomach. You swallowed. You shouted the lyrics into the microphone. You put your all into the song, even though you no longer felt the energy. You were not going to mess up on stage again. 

Paul gave you some side-eye. Though the fans were absolutely eating up, he wasn’t buying your shtick. 

Finally, you made it to the last number. The crowd screamed. Your heart pounded in your chest. You were sweating like crazy, and your hair was sticking to your face. Your legs felt wobbly, but you thew a hand up and waved goodbye to the crowd, as well as to any sense of calm in your stomach. 

As you shambled off stage, Ringo scrambled up behind you and put an arm around your shoulder, steadying you. Oh god, even he knew and he couldn’t see your face. Your guitar was slung around your shoulder, but you forgot that it existed, and slammed it into a poor stagehand. 

With your last sense of control left, you removed our guitar the minute that you got off stage and handed it to said stagehand, who was highly confused, while you grabbed the nearest trashcan and heaved your entire stomach into it. Mind you, since you had slept for the last day, there were hardly contents to begin with, just raw stomach acid.

Your throat burned, you sweat, and your eyes wanted to do nothing but close. You could feel gentle hands pulling your hair back, while startled screams and yells rose up backstage. You didn’t care. You had fallen to your knees, taking the trashcan with you, still completely retching your stomach into anything that would take it. 

“What the hell did you do ta her?”

“It wasn’t me, it was that stuff that EMI sent over?” 

“What stuff?”

“I don’t know, pills, something!”

“You gave her pills? She’s clearly had the fucking flu, on top of dealing with your ridiculous schedule. 

“I just did what they told me to do!”

“Brian! I want you to end the contract with EMI right now.” 

“John, you don’t mean that, sit down.”

“I second.” 

“Paul, John, why don’t we all just-”

“No! If this is how they choose to treat people, to treat (y/n), then I don’t want anything to do with them. Look at what you’ve done to her!

“What I’ve done?! This is not just me, and you know it.”

“I never said give her fucking pills!” 

“You never say anything, you just yell!” 

“Mal, can you call an ambulance?”

“Already done, Georgie.” 

The vomit stopped, and you lifted your head up, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. Ringo’s hands gently fell from your hair. 

“No, no ambulance, I’m fine.” Your voice was so raspy, like your throat had been torn out. 

John, Paul, Brian, and Neil froze in the middle of their argument while George and Mal cocked their heads to look at you from the side. John only stayed quiet for a second.

“You’re not fine, you’re on fucking drugs!” He lurched forward, approaching you. You could feel your stomach quell again. You swallowed. 

“Any drug that I was on,” you breathed deeply, “is in there.” You pointed to the trashcan. 

“You’re being ridiculous, I-” 

“No! Fuck you! You don’t get to say shit!” that come out far louder than you expected. You stood at your full height, willing to handle the discomfort if it meant telling him off. You’d even surprised John/

“How the fuck can you pretend like I’m the one acting ridiculous right now considering all the shit that you said to me yesterday? How far does your fucking double standard go? Of all the sins you’ve committed, John Lennon, I never thought that hypocrisy would be one of them. Get a grip, goddamnit! This is just as much your fault as it is mine, and I know you know that, so look me in the eye and for a goddamn second confront the consequences of your actions!” You were breathing very heavily now, whether with anger or exhaustion, and you could feel a surge of energy come through you yet again, though this time you weren’t sure if it was the drug.

You lunged at John, aiming your fist at his face. Everyone suddenly shifted into action all of a sudden, with George and Ringo holding you back and Paul pulling John away, though you noted that Paul refused to look John in the eye. 

“Woah, woah, (y/n), take it easy. Calm down. It’s alright, it’s alright.” You could hear George softly try to calm you, though your heavy breathing continued, and at some point along the way, you ended up crying into his shoulder as Ringo patted your back. 

“Come on, you’ve done enough.” You heard footsteps shuffle away, followed shortly after by another pair, leaving you, George, Ringo, and a very awkward Mal.

You cried until there were no tears left to cry. Your legs got tired from standing at some point, so you simply sat down, with George and Ringo joining you as Mal left to explain to the ambulance that they wouldn’t be needing their services today. 

You swallowed, and you could feel the tears begin to stick to your cheeks.

“We should probably go back to the hotel.” You leaned against George’s shoulder pensively.

“If you’re up to it, Birdie.” 

“Yeah, I’m alright.” 

You stood up weakly as Ringo wrapped his jacket around you. The three of you returned to the hotel without another word.

- Time skip -

You, George, and Ringo, slowly creaked open the door to your shared massive suite. Paul sat in the middle of the room, a beam of moonlight illuminating his face, legs crossed, just as he was waiting for you. John was nowhere to be seen.

“There you are!” he said in a stage whisper, “I was worried sick!” He rose from his chair and approached your trio. 

Before you could even anticipate what he was doing and protest, he wrapped you in a very warm hug. He was always good at those. He held you like he was afraid to lose you, and you used what strength you had left to return it with all your might, as if you were afraid to lose him. The two of you stayed like that for a minute, without words, before he separated. 

“You best get some sleep. All of you.” His eyes traveled to George and Ringo, and it was clear that there was no more room for negotiation.

The three of you gently drifted into your rooms with Paul watching you all leave. The minute your face touched your pillow, you fell into a dreamless sleep. 

- Time skip -

God only knows how long you had slept, but the growling of your stomach woke you up next morning. You felt a lot better, at least, and the mothering of Paul, making sure that you ate and drank enough, and that you didn’t need anything, made sure that you were gradually on your way to some form of recovery. 

Paul, as you had learned, was originally the one who had postulated that you had some form of the flu, and the symptoms proved his predictions correct. Thankfully, he was well equipped to care for people with the flu, having done so for his family growing up, so he knew all of the common remedies. 

John was still nowhere to be found, but George and Ringo emerged from their rooms one by one, and the four of you lazed around, reading papers and watching the news, for the rest of the morning. 

When you finally asked where John was, Paul answered that he had gotten up early and gone for a walk. Pretty long walk, you guessed, but didn’t pry. 

At noon, there was a gentle knock on the door. Paul admitted a very sheepish looking Brian into the suite. He approached the table. 

“How are you feeling?” 

You took a long sip of water.

“I’m alright, better than yesterday.” 

“That’s good.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck. There were other things on his mind. 

“Um, I wanted to apologize, on behalf of me, and Neil, who is speaking to the company at this point, he’s trying to-” 

“It’s fine,” you interrupted, pausing to gather your thoughts, “No, really, it is. You didn’t know, and neither did I, and neither did Neil. And I’m alive. Now we just know not to do it again.”

“I suppose you’re right,” you shifted in our seat to grab the tea pot, though Brian shook his head, “No, no, I must be going, we’re traveling again today. But, enjoy your tea, and I’ll see you in a few.” 

You nodded sagely. Brian began to take his leave, but halfway through the door, he turned around to look at the solemn crowd.

“You know, you all really do mean a lot to me. I promise you that. Not as clients, but people. This will not happen again.” And with that, he left.

- Time skip (last one, we’re almost done folks) - 

“I’ll take that.” John grabbed the large box off your hands, and you squeaked with surprise. His face twisted into an unfamiliar expression of damaged concern almost instantly.

“Oh, sorry, I just didn’t hear you come in.” 

“Yeah, I was on a walk this morning.” He continued to struggle with the box. You’d finally had enough of it, and leaned in to help him haul it to the top of the shelf in the crate. 

The two of you stood there awkwardly, both refusing to look the other in the eye.

“I-”

“You-”

You both began speaking at the same time, interrupting eachother. 

“You go first. “ He offered.

“No, no, I’ve said enough.” You waved your hands defensively.

“So have I.” He chuckled. 

Another awkward silence. 

“I guess,” he began, “I’m sorry for saying that shit to you. I was stressed, angry, and I know that’s not an excuse, but then you got on the drugs, and I was so worried, and I guess I just never realized...” he trailed off, realizing that he was just on the verge of not making sense. He took a deep breath. 

“I guess, what I”m trying to say is that I would never, ever, want you to do what you had to do there. It wasn’t fair of me to put that kind of pressure on you, and everyone else. And, you didn’t hear it from me, but I’ll try to do better.” 

You chuckled lightly. 

“That sounds like a plan. And, I guess I’m sorry for not coming to you sooner.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“Yes, I do. I just let you get worried about me, stupidly thinking that I could handle it all by myself, and I just totally forgot about everyone else. It’s kind of ironic that I, uh, snapped at you about how  your actions affect others, when I did the same exact thing. So, uh, I’ll work on that too.”

You swore you could see the smallest bit of a smile on his face. The first one in a while.

“Well then,” he thrust out his hand, “let’s make that a deal. Mutual forgiveness, and hopefully, mutual progress”

You took his warm hand in yours.

“You got it, John.”

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Chapter 16

Characters: Prince Liam and MC Lady Sexy

Rating:Mature content includes profanity, sexual content,talks about depression.

Word Count:5789

Disclaimer:All characters are property of Pixelberry except my OC Lady Saige. The use of these characters are for entertainment only and i am only borrowing them.

Summary:After a summer of a lifetime,Prince Liam thought he could have it all.He was carefree, free, and sharing time with the woman of his dreams.When life was easy, a balancing act between love and duty, he realizes his truths are lies, wrong is right, and decisions do have consequences. Lady Saige never imagined she would be one of his consequences.When an utter act horror throws her world into a tailspin.

Warning: This series contains subject matter of depression and hopelessness.The story may trigger certain individuals. Please be advised. If you are reading this series you are acknowledging you are 18+.

A/N:Sorry for the long delay.Things have been hectic in my life for a bit.I had to take some time to focus on my health. Thanks for your understanding and support.

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It was finally here … Coronation day for the newly crowned king. Liam effortlessly moved about the palace signing off on every detail that had been planned for weeks. As much as he knew this would be a huge responsibility for him, the crown, he was more anxious what the transition would mean to his queen. Saige was already apprehensive about her new role and the pregnancy, but she was also spending more nights tossing and turning in her sleep. She hardly slept nights with this underlying fear for her boogeyman… his father and visiting the bathroom several times a night from becoming sick. He would feel her trying not to disturb him as she slowly slid out of bed making her way for her nightly ritual. Some nights Liam would lie in bed with his eyes silently listening to Saige talking to their unborn child. He did not want to encroach upon those private moments hearing the promises and hopes she had for the baby.

“Hello my little wish.. I hope that I am the mommy that you need. You are so lucky to have Liam as your daddy.”, she softly smiled while rubbing her barely there belly. “I never imagined being anyone’s mommy until I met your daddy. He makes any girl wish and dream a little bigger. He loves us so much and we can’t wait to meet you. I can imagine you being placed in his arms for the first time… the pride will be undeniable. He cannot wait to introduce you to the world.”she sighed , “I just want to keep you nestled in our arms only for us , as long as I can love.”

Liam couldn't help but feel the weight of her fears as he listened to her sniffle before drifting off to sleep.

Liam bought his thoughts back to the present day, preparing for the coronation and the grand announcement of his marriage and the next heir. He mulled around pointing and correcting the tiniest detail… everything had to be flawless… going off without a hitch. He wanted Saige’s official welcome to be seamless, the perfect welcome home. She would be spending this night … her first of many hopefully in the royal quarters. He looked forward to carrying her over the threshold to their home within the palace. He made certain that Constantine and Regina were no longer residing under the same roof. Bastien had worked around the clock with the guards and staff to get them setup in a distant property belonging to the royals, but also insuring him some distance from the former king and queen. He needed no reminders to Saige of what his father had done to her peace of mind , and stealing more of her dream state.

Liam had made arrangements for The royal Phantom Rolls Royce in White to be sent ahead to carry his queen to be and Duchess Olivia to the palace from Lythikos. Inside waiting were two dozen sterling roses wrapped in royal blue and gold , and tied with an ornate gold ribbon. He also made certain there was small spread of royal blue roses representing the royal family inside.

“Liam really went all out for you Saige. He wanted nothing but the best for his wife… his soon to be queen.”,Olivia grinned like a proud mama. “You certainly have our soon to be king head over heels in love and .. loving every minute of it. Once Cordonia learns that you are queen … it won't be long before the press and the people are hounding you both about how long until the royal heir.”,she giggled.

Saige sat silently tracing the rose closest to her.She did not respond… that caused Olivia to pause. “Wait a minute.. Your rather reserved for such a big expectation.I would think you would chewing your right arm to get away from such a pressure.” Saige looked out of the window as the Rolls Royce made its way closer to the palace.

“I wonder what time Liam wants me to start getting dressed? This is a big night for him… for us.”Her voice grew quiet thinking about the big announcement. “I just hope his father stays as far away from me as possible. Would it be too much to expect to avoid him all together?”, she spoke her private thoughts aloud, deflecting on the conversation OLivia had started about expectations of an heir. She and Liam had not shared with anyone that they were expecting a child , not even her best friend. The number of people that knew , she could count on one hand.

Olivia arched her brow staring daggers at Saige, “No comment about what i've said?”, she questioned.

“So Liv , will Drake be joining you tonight? As your date? This is a big night for Liam and myself as his … wife. When are you planning to tell Liam that your involved? He has a lot of questions and even mentioned introducing you to some eligible nobles.”

Olivia snapped her head , “he wouldn’t dare… I do not need the next king to set me up like some old spinster. I can find my own dates, thank you very much!”,she emphasized the H at the end of her statement.

“You know all of this could be squashed if he only knew that you were already spoken for.. by Drake. He’d be happy as a clam to learn two of our best friends are in love.”

“Who said anything about love Saige? We enjoy relieving stress and being a warm body every now and then.” She seemed to protest louder as the conversation steered away from an heir to her love life. “Let us not get caught up in labels, he’s a fun ride, much like this gorgeous car. As those words were spoken the car came to a stop in front of the palace doors. The ladies were greeted by several members of the royal guard. The door to the Rolls Royce opened and Saige was formally greeted, Lady Saige, your grace… I am here to escort you to the boutique per his highness order. I am instructed to not leave until he meets you .” Saige was taken aback by all the attention.. Especially now. “That won't be necessary… we can find our way.”, she spoke softly. “Maam , I do understand, but I have my orders. The king would have my head if I left you alone… I'm sorry.”, the guard lowered his eyes as the two women slid from the back seat and made their way to the front doors in similar maxi dresses until they got dolled up together for the evening.

Moments after arriving in the boutique, Saige felt her purse vibrating from her incoming call...she instantly smiled. “Hello.”, her cheeks were hurting so much from smiling.

Liam cleared his throat, “ I have it on good authority that the next queen of Cordonia has arrived.”he smirked.

Saige twirled a loose tendril of her dark hair as she listened to the deep sultry tone of her husband on the other end of the phone. “I too have it on good authority that the next king is in the building … and he is gorgeous,'' she chuckled. “Love..In about two hours the transition of power will be complete...then you and I will take reign as the future rulers of Cordonia. For now.. I will leave you to get ready with Liv. I hope you enjoy my surprise. I will meet you in an hour to personally escort my bride to the ball.”

Saige ended her call and the boutique staff approached her with garment bags, stylish shoes, and hair and make up stylist were ready. They were ready to coif the beautiful auburn hair and porcelain skin of the next queen. The transformation was underway. She felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman , without the chosen profession of the lead character.

“My God Liv… is this really happening … all these people attending to me like a ….”, she trailed off.

“You mean like a queen? That is your title within the next few hours… Liam’s queen. Get used to it, having people anticipate your every need or want. Women would fall over themselves for your life, your man… your king.”, she lowered her voice for the tail end of the statement. “Get used to the fact that he loves you and he wants you with him, by his side in every facet of his life.

“Liv I know he loves me… that’s not my issue, it’s what the other nobles will think.”

“To hell with what they think… the only people that matter are you and Liam. As long as your both making each other happy, that’s all that counts. I don’t give a damn Saige what those uptight sons of bitches think about my best friend and the man she loves and he loves the hell out of her.Saige, your no consolation prize for our soon to be king Liam… you're his prize. That man chose you because you are what makes him happy… makes him smile… makes him see a future, your his future.”

Saige fell quiet, unnoticeably touching her belly. She stood in front of the antique mirror as the staff scurried around her preparing her hair and makeup. Olivia’s words washing over her like a thunderstorm filling the night sky and bursting out of unsuspecting clouds. No corner of her mind went unoccupied as she replayed her best friends words. Saige sat in the chair as the hair stylist composed her auburn locks into a meticulously braided updo.The elegant style was finished off with majestic flowers and greenery. She sat still as her porcelain skin was accentuated with light touches of blush , eye shadow, mascara,and lip stain.

When the finishing touches were placed upon her eyes , the ocean blue popped from her eyes. “Oh Saige … you look beautiful… There will not be a closed mouth as you enter the ballroom on the arm of your king.”, such pride laced every word as Olivia beamed at her friend.

“Thanks Liv… I appreciate your kindness.”

“It’s not kindness if it’s true. Everyone will see exactly who Liam sees. He didn’t fall in love with you, he leaped in love with you.”,she smiled.

“The phrase falling in love implies that you slipped and you didn’t know where you were gonna land. It was no accident that Liam wanted to court you and eventually marry you.He saw what a phenomenal woman you are Saige.” Olivia gently grasped her friend’s hand. Moments later the royal tailor appeared with a cobalt blue gown, satin flowy, off the shoulder gown meant for a queen. There was a slender tie detailing her midsection. The seamstress helped Saige into her gown and covered her mouth in awe of the beauty before her. Saige slid on a set of rhinestone stilettos that adorn intricate details on the heel.

“Madame… his majesty will be in awe of the sight of you.”, she grinned at the reflection of the full picture of Saige standing in the mirror.

“I couldn’t agree more Celeste. My love, you look stunning. I expected nothing less from you. You always take my breath away.” Liam slid up behind her and leaned down kissing her cheek as their eyes locked upon her image standing before him. Liam was dressed in his formal Royal uniform. He wore black with a red sash and royal blue and satin metals draping the sash.

“You look so handsome Liam… then you always look so handsome.I am a lucky girl to be escorted by you for such a night.”, her smile filled her face from ear to ear. Her dimples on display as she bursted with love in her eyes.

“Are you ready my love… this is our night and no one will stand in our way. I will formally introduce you as my wife and my queen.”Liam tipped Saige’s face up to look deeply into his eyes as he whispered, “we will be celebrating the upcoming birth of our child next. I am looking forward to making love with you in our royal quarters tonight.”,he stared at her with lust blown eyes filled with desire.

“I know the way to the ballroom and… I know when I’m a third wheel”, Olivia laughed, “i'll see you two soon .” She sashayed out of the boutique and down the flight of the grand staircase.

“Our guest awaits love… come.”Liam extended his arm and Saige wove her arm through his resting her hand in the crook. They both smiled softly as they made their way down the grand staircase flanked by the royal guards. As they approached the ballroom the sound of the orchestra playing bellowed down the hall from the acoustics. The doors opened and the trumpets sounded announcing Prince Liam and his date, Lady Saige.All eyes were on them as they were surveyed from head to toe. Saige swallowed hard trying to contain her nerves. She felt Liam reassuringly squeeze her hand. “You will be fine love… this is our night. Everything was planned down to the second.”, she nodded in acceptance.

Liam ushered Saige by the hand as he made introductions and his rounds before the formal announcement was to commence. She smiled as she met everyone officially and was reintroduced to Penelope and Kiara. “It’s lovely to see you both again, they curtsied knowing that Saige and Liam were already married and she was by right royalty.

Liam led Saige out into the center of the elegantly decorated ballroom where he led her in the Cordoniam waltz. Everyone disappeared as the couple danced effortlessly around what felt like every inch of the ballroom. “ I can’t believe you get to live like this all the time.”, she leaned her head down as she giggled softly.

“This is our life and we have a lifetime of happiness to experience.”, he kissed her cheek. The music slowed and then came to a stop as the staff started circulating with flutes of champagne to every noble in the room.

Olivia stood by the bar where she inconspicuously grazed Drake’s manhood as he sported a dress suit that was a surprise. “ I never thought I’d see you in a suit.”, she shot a sly grin.

“Don’t get used to it… it was only at the request of our king to be.”, he knocked backed a glass of whiskey.

The trumpets sounded again announcing the arrival of king father Constantine and queen mother Regina.

Saige cringed at the sight of her attacker, standing in front her bold eyes and entitled. She slid slightly behind Liam as they neared the dais.Liam gripped her hand as if to send her a message… that she’s safe with him.Olivia and Drake moved closer to the front in case Liam lost it and assaulted his father again. The two of them knew what very few knew… the events of the last night she spent in this ballroom.

Saige chewed the inside of her cheek as her nerves turned into battling butterflies in her tummy. Olivia moved to her best friends side knowing her internal struggle to keep it together. “We’ve got you Saige”, she grinned in the direction of Constantine, “besides I’m wearing my knives.. we can certainly cut him down to size.”, she sneered.

“ I’m okay.. tonight is about Liam and him being crowned king. Nothing will get in the way of his big night.”, she began dusting invisible lint from her gown.

Constantine cleared his throat, “ ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for joining us on this auspicious night. We come together for the next dynasty to lead Cordonia into prosperity. I have enjoyed spending the last three decades as your monarch, and now… I look forward to passing the baton to my son… Liam. He may not have been the first crowned prince, but he is destined to lead Cordonia forward. He is the next monarch Cordonia deserves. I am proud to pass the Royal signet to my son… our next ruler. I present … King Liam .”

The room burst into thunderous applause and the clinking of champagne glasses. Liam made his way to the dais where his father and step mother hugged him and raised glasses in celebration.

He raised his hand to silence the room before he began his speech. He smiled down at Saige as she stood beside Olivia, Liam’s blue eyes veered to his side watching his father and Regina.

“Thank you all for helping to usher in the next chapter in Cordonia’s future. I only want happiness and prosperity for all our people and myself. I only want the best and brightest future as your king. I will work tirelessly to be the best leader I can be to all of Cordonia. I want a Cordonia that will be legacy to all of our children, and grandchildren. This country, this kingdom is a home I aspire to build where families can come together and help shape a brilliant path for Cordonia. I owe lady Cordonia my life, and I will be forever indebted to her for bringing me such joy and pride. I know it is tradition that when a king ascends to the throne he must be engaged or married.”, Liam smiled brightly out into the crowd watching the women adjusting their dresses and primping in hopes of being honored to participate in the next social season. “ I will honor the tradition, but I also announce that there will not be a social season . You see … There is no need for a social season… I am proud to announce that I have already found my queen. I met my queen and fell in love with her upon sight. She has shown me that I can be a better man, a better king, a better husband and, soon I will add the title as a better father.”, his blue eyes sparkled as the light of the chandelier hit the flecks in his eyes. “I would like to formally introduce my wife, my new queen and the mother to the next heir to the throne… all hail her majesty , Queen Saige.”

The room was filled with gasps and shock as their newly appointed king had revealed he had his queen and a child on the way. He managed to silence everyone, including his father. Suddenly Olivia led the round of applause and a toast to the new king and queen. Penelope, Kiara, and Drake made their way forward as Liam walked down the stairs of the dais to greet his queen. He led her back up to the dais to show off his wife to all in attendance. Saige smiled gently, trying to hide her nerves as all eyes again landed on her and Liam. She felt as though she were under a microscope as the news was sinking in that she was married to the now king and carrying his child.. the next heir to the throne.

“Liam what did you just do? She continued to smile as the crowd cheered and applauded the royals. “Love… you and our baby are nobody’s secret. I am proud to have you by side… and now you will be celebrated for the queen you are in my life.”

Liam came down on one knee, “a king only kneels to his queen.”, he bowed his head, kissing her hand. He rose to his queen and led her out onto the floor heading out to the balcony doors when they were headed off by none other than king father Constantine. Saige’s face grew white as a sheet upon laying her eyes on her perpetrator.

“Liam… I wanted to pay my respects to the new queen … I would never have thought that such a simple woman would plant herself in the path of history as a concubine to the king.”

Liam locked eyes with his father, “I would choose my next words wisely old man. Go ahead... try what little patience I have dwindling when it comes to you. You will respect my wife, my queen… your reign of terror is over Constantine . Saige is my wife and the mother of my child. You should be bowing in her presence as the mother of the next Rhys that will ascend the throne. I strongly suggest you call upon your training to show your other nobles that you are happy for us… or I shall make sure everyone in this room learn of your past transgressions.”, Liam was seething but his reaction was hidden from an untrained eye.

Regina walked up and scowled momentarily as she smiled at Saige, “ I suppose you should be congratulated on your chess moves my dear , marrying the now king and then passing off some..”, she was cut off by Liam, “we bid you both good night .”

Liam took Saige by her hand and led her out onto the balcony closing the doors behind them.

He pulled her over into the alcove and held her in his arms and chest as she released her breath and her tears that she was fighting to conceal until she was away from prying eyes. As much as she wanted to break down in front of Constantine, she couldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“It’s okay love, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”, he whispered into her hair as she clung tightly to him as she collapsed in his arms holding onto him for strength and to hold her up, at least until she could fall apart in his arms, in their bed.

Saige looked up at Liam through wet lashes and saddened eyes, “I’m sorry Liam.. I didn’t want to ruin this night for you.”, she fought back sobs.

“Saige, you have zero to be sorry about love. This night is for us and no.one will take our joy.”Liam met her lips with fiery passion and he found his soulmate in that moment as the night sky burst into fireworks and he wrapped her in his arms as vibrant burst of gold and blue blaze a path across the sky.

Liam took a handkerchief out and dabbed the corners of her eyes as they glided back into the ballroom and nodding as they made their way toward the door. Liam thanked his guest as the evening wound down. The new king and queen slowly walked the darkened halls of the palace toward the royal quarters. After climbing the stairs and turned a maze of hallways they reached the ornate set of golden gilded doors.He turned and landed his blue eyes upon her matching set of blue eyes. “Welcome to our new home my queen.”He lifted her in his arms and carried her across the threshold kicking the door closed behind them . His lips melded to her as he carried her down the hall and to their suite.Liam gently laid her back on the tapestry of this duvet cover and the mountain of decorative touches and pillows. He slowly eyed her beauty as he was consumed with lust and love. “God you are beautiful.” His hands ghosted over her face, her chiseled jaw, her slender neck, her ample breasts and slid around to undo her zipper. His gaze never left her eyes as his fingertips traced gently down the soft skin of her back.

Liam undid the satin wrap around Saige’s waist and slid her cobalt blue gown down her frame. His lips were soft and warm as they gently sucked and nibbled her neck , her pink buds that stood erect under his touch, and relished the sensation as he moved effortlessly down her chest and paid homage to her tiny belly that was nestling their baby away safely.

He looked up as her manicured nails teased at the nape of neck playing with his fine hairs.

“ I crave you my love… let me serve you tonight.”Liam slowly parted her thighs so warm, as he seeked solace in her center.He felt her satin thong, “your so wet for me already love.” He laid a soft kiss to her perfection over her underwear feeling how damp she was for him. “What would you like my queen?”, he whispered as he stared between her eyes and her sex.

She panted in anticipation, “ I want you, only you Liam, my king.” With those words rolling off of her tongue like a soliloquy.His teeth locked on the waistband of her underwear and guided them slowly down her thighs.

“Oh Liam”, her fingers locked into his hair as he removed her underwear that were soaked from her desire.He eased up her thighs nipping at each exposed area as he found her now bare skin lying before him.

Liam smiled at her before he worshipped her, “the things I want to do with you love… I can’t wait to pay my respects to my beautiful queen.” He rubbed soft circles on her clit and slid his fingers between her slick folds. Saige’s body relaxed under his touch, growing slightly impatient wanting to feel his lips on her . A deep breath escaped her as she finally felt his lips latch around her pearl working his magic instantly.Liam curled two fingers inside her as he increased the pressure he applied to her clit.

His eyes slowly closed as he had his way , his tongue tracing slow figure eights as it danced around her sensitive clit. Her stomach rose and fell as she felt her lips fluttering around his tongue as she neared her release. “ Liam.. oh god… I ..,”, she trailed off riding this pleasurable wave as she tipped over the edge as he continued to ride her with his tongue and lips as she came undone under him. He smiled as he watched her lift her hips off the bed .

“Good girl… I love you my queen. Just know”, he licked his lips enjoying tasting her essence on his mouth. “ I’m just getting started my love”,he smirked as he moved like a cat with his prey up here body. He nipped and sensually ran the tip of his tongue up her sides. He played with her slick folds with his impressive girth and length. Liam was no small man, but she loved the way he made her feel, not just physically, but with the love he exuded as they came together time and time again.

Liam came to hover just above her as her nipples rose to come in close contact with his chest and chiseled abs . Saige was writhing beneath Liam counting the moments he would make her his ... again... only this time in the royal boudoir.

“Are you ready for me?”, he ran the tip of his massive member along the seam of her entrance. Liam ran his thumb over the tip coming in contact with his precum. He lifted his hand to her lips, “do you want taste what you do to me love?”, he smirked as her mouth fell slightly open allowing her lips to capture his thumb as she gently sucked and licked his fresh nectar. “Tonight is about you my queen.” He nibbled her chin as he plunged deep inside pausing for a moment allowing her to adjust to the way he filled her eager sex. Liam felt her stretching and gripping around him. “Are you okay love… I’m not hurting you am I ?”, he kissed her sensitive area beneath her ear. Saige shook her head no. She lifted her hips to meet his , pleading silently for him to move. She realized how desperately she needed him, she needed to be with him. Liam obliged by slowly working his manhood deeper inside of her quivering walls. Liam watched as her head fell back each time he hit her spot perfectly as he drove himself deeper. He lifted her leg around his hip allowing himself to move his hips driving her closer to the edge again.

Liam knelt on his knees lifting her hips , legs dangling over his toned thighs as he lifted her hips repeatedly as he met her thrust gently pushing her further as the fire built in her belly each time she felt her body getting closer… wanting to scream as he grinded his hips into hers . “Liam.. I’m about to …”, her words were swallowed by his kiss. “ come for me Saige… I need to watch you cum with me love “, his eyes flashed from deep sky blue to a darkened gray as he became consumed with his body molding to hers in perfect sync. He felt his abs tightening and his breathing becoming ragged as he picked up the pace . “Fuck Saige … you feel amazing. His mouth locked on her buds as she began shaking , thighs were weak as she coated his manhood as she came undone for a second time. Liam felt his member pulsing as she fluttered and clinched as she rode her release, he picked up speed and drove deeply into her pounding her spot over and over as she screamed his name losing herself. Something about hearing his name on her lips in that sensual growl sent him over the edge and he too met his own release.

Liam held her close to him , lowering her hips, allowing her legs to go limp beneath him. He gently kissed her belly before laying his head on her stomach. His fingertips slowly played with her belly as they both slowly felt their bodies and breathing returning to normal. They both laid covered in a light slick film of sweat as evidence of their passionate love making.

He kissed her belly, “I love you… I love you both with all my heart. I can’t imagine being as happy as I am tonight… lying beside you, here in the dark , feeling your heartbeating with mine… softly hearing your shallow breathing … I know that I’m home in your arms. I promise to work faithfully to make you happier each day we spend together. I may be king… but I will first and always be your husband.”

Liam maneuvered up and behind Saige’s body, wrapping her in his arms , inhaling her scent of jasmine as he nuzzled her neck with his nose .

“Are you happy my love? I want nothing more than for you to be happy… I hope your happy with me.” Saige listened to her self assured husband flashing a morsel of doubt. He seemed to fear that she would not feel that he was going to continue to make her happy.

Saige laid there quietly before she rolled over facing her king, “Liam… you never have to doubt that your my happiness… my best friend… my soulmate. I can never imagine a life without you.. without us.” , she exhaled. “ I’m just glad that your … father is gone from here… I don’t know what I would do if he were still ...still under this roof. I want him to stay away from me… from our baby. I can’t imagine spending the next thirty three weeks fearing that he will take our child.” Liam cupped her head in his large hand as he held her close to his chest. “ shh… don’t worry… we are going to be fine. He would not dare to come back here.”

Liam would not release Saige , he laid in the dark listening to her breathing slowly calming down before falling to sleep. He thought to himself, “I hate him for this hell he cursed upon you. Baby … I’m never going to let him hurt you again.” Liam leaned back holding her tight as he stared up at the ceiling with silent tears running down his face, as he cried for the pain of his bride. “This too shall pass... I have to restore her peace of mind... at all cost.”

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Work, Love, and Desire Part 6

Author Note: This series is for @indiacater one of my winners of my 300 followers giveaway. Hope you enjoy it and thanks for participating 

Chris sat in the locker room while his teammates chatted. He opened his locker to grab his stuff then looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was looking he pulled out his phone and checked his email till he found the one he was looking for. He smiled Ok got the tickets can’t wait to see her face

“Chris!”

Chris jumped and banged his head. He winced as he turned around and saw all his teammates staring at him “What the hell man?”

“Why were you hiding in the locker? It was like you were on a different planet”

Chris grumbled as he grabbed his stuff and closed the locker “I wasn’t hiding I was just looking for something”

He sat down on the bench as his teammates resumed their conversation. He pulled out his phone and sent a text

Hey beautiful

Beautiful? We’re doing nicknames now

He chuckles

I’m just stating a fact. You don’t like it?

I don’t like it. I love it

I’m glad

So what’s this date you have planned?

Sorry can’t tell you

Why not?

I don’t do spoilers

Oh come on the suspense is killing me

Ok on the date we are going…

Yes?

To find out when we get there

Chris you tease!

Lol Sorry beautiful my lips are sealed.

Not even a hint?

Nope

Booooooo

Lol

His teammates continue to chat Jack turns to Chris “Hey Chris”

Chris doesn’t respond

Jack walks over to him “Chris?”

No response

“Chris!” Jack slaps him hard on the back causing him to almost drop his phone

Chris catches it and faces him “What?”

“What do you mean what? Who are you texting?”

Chris turns and packs his stuff “Why do you need know?”

Lucas walks over to him “Because you have been so engrossed with your phone”

“Why are you guys so nosy?”

“Why are you so into your phone?”

Chris rolls his eyes and grabs his gym bag “Ok detectives is the interrogation over can I go now? They glare at Chris before stepping back. Chris stands and swings the bag over his shoulder “Thank you” He walks out the door

Lucas crosses his arms “What the hell is he up to?”

****

Chris drives through the streets of L.A till he reaches a flower shop. He parks his car and heads inside “Excuse me”

The florist looks up “Yeah how can I help you?”

“I’m here to pick up an order”

“Name?”

“Powell”

The florist heads to the back and returns with a bouquet of flowers “Here you go Mr. Powell”

Chris smiles “Thanks”

Chris heads back to his apartment and he quickly got dressed and looked himself in mirror he smiles and heads out to his car. He checks over himself again to make sure he didn’t forget anything then heads over to MC’s apartment.

****

MC hears a knocking on her door and checks her herself in the mirror one last time. She smiles and opens the door. Her eyes go wide when she sees Chris down on one knee holding out flowers.

He lifts his head up and grins “In the language of flowers calla lilies represent beauty”

MC giggles as she takes the flowers from him “Thank you Chris they’re beautiful”

Chris stands “Yes and so are you” He pulls her in and kisses her softly. He pulls away smiling and offers his arm “Ready for our date girlfriend?”

MC sets the flowers down and takes his arm “Yes boyfriend. We are so cheesy”

Chris laughs as they walk out and drive to a park. Chris holds the door open for MC and they walk through the park.

“Now can you tell me about this surprise?”

“You’ll see”

MC playfully pouts “Aw come on”

Chris chuckles “We’re almost there”

Chris leads her through the bushes to an amphitheater where multiple people are gathered.

An usher walks up to them “Tickets please” Chris hands him the tickets and he leads them to their seats “Enjoy the show”

“We’re seeing a show?”

Chris nods “Yeah they put on the best shows here I hope you enjoy it”

MC grins “Sounds interesting I can’t wait”

The lights dimmed and the curtains opened. MC rested her head on Chris’s shoulder as Macbeth came on. Chris tried to focus on the play but his eyes were only on MC. She smiled and her eyes sparkled with excitement. Chris grins as he wraps an arm around her and pulls her closer.

When the play ended Chris and MC walked out arm in arm

“So what did you think of the play?”

“I loved it ugh Macbeth was so evil he got what he deserved in the end and Lady Macbeth she was the mastermind behind it all glad karma caught up to her”

Chris chuckles “Yeah it was a great show glad you enjoyed it are you ready for the next part of the date?”

“There’s more?” MC giggles “You spoil me”

“That’s my job come on” Chris takes her hand and drives out to a beach. Chris gets out the car and pulls out a picnic basket and blanket from the trunk. He lays the blanket out on the hood of the car.

MC smiles as she watched the view of the sunset “That’s beautiful Chris”

“Glad you think so I brought snacks” They sit on the hood of the car and eat while watching the sunset.

MC rests her head on his shoulder “You’ve really know how to make a girl feel special”

“I don’t know how to make a girl feel special…” He grins “I make my girl feel special”

MC giggles as Chris pulls her closer and kisses her on her forehead

“I’m sorry that we are sneaking around I just…”

“I understand Chris” MC sighs “If only my dad would stop treating me like a child our relationship would be better if he would stop interfering. Maybe you stop seeing me”

Chris turns to her in shock “What?”

“Chris I know you love football and I don’t want my dad to kick you off the team because of me”

“MC look at me” MC lifts her head and meets Chris’s sparkling blue eyes. He smiles “Even if I lose a lot of things being with you is worth it” He rests he forehead against hers “You’re best thing that has ever happened to me and I love spending time with you”

“Chris…” She wipes a tear from her face “That’s so sweet” She wraps her arms around his neck “Thank you”

MC pulls him in and kisses him. Chris wraps his arms around her waist and deepens the kiss. She pulls him down she lays back. Chris holds her tightly she moans as his tongue makes it past her lips and roams in her mouth. He moves from her lips to neck. He trails kisses down her neck to her collarbone as MC tangles her fingers in his hair.

Chris nuzzles her neck and whispers “The things I want I do to you right now”

MC giggles “So why don’t you do them?”

“But we’re in public”

MC laughs “And risking getting seen by people”

Chris chuckles “And I definitely wouldn’t do it on my car”

“Cause you don’t want back problems”

They both laugh and slide down the car. Chris wraps his arms around her and kisses her softly on the lips. He rests his forehead against hers “Raincheck until we���re behind closed doors?”

“Absolutely”

Chris grins and drives her back to her apartment. MC wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him passionately. Chris pulls her closer and deepens it. MC pulls away grinning “Thank you for an amazing date”

“It was my pleasure”

Neither of them break away from each other. Chris smirks “Don’t wanna leave me huh?”

MC smirks then trails kisses on his face as she speaks “Do you really have to go? Why don’t you come inside?”

Chris groans and runs his hands up and down her sides “Believe me baby I really want to but what if Zack is home?”

“I can kick him out”

Chris laughs “No don’t do that baby let him get his sleep”

MC playfully pouts as she pulls away “You’re no fun”

Chris chuckles “Tell you what how about we spend the weekend together”

MC raises an eyebrow “The whole weekend? Don’t you have practice?”

“I have practice tomorrow but after that no practice for the rest of the weekend”

MC smiles then kisses him softly “Sounds perfect”

“Great I’ll see you tomorrow”

MC grins and steps out the car Chris watches as she heads inside and drives back his apartment. He changes and lays down of his bed grinning he pulls out his phone and sends a text

Goodnight beautiful

Goodnight handsome

Chris smiles as he sighs and drifts off to sleep

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Blue, Blue, Black: Chapter One

Summary:   

No Ultimatums, just the view from the bottom of the bottle...

I fumble for the light switch. It must be here somewhere... even though the walls feel unfamiliar and rough. Something cloying and bitter rolls up from the space below, a hard to name mix that makes my stomach pitch. Gods, if I wasn't so angry that I'd grind my teeth to dust, the smell alone would run me back up the stairs. More stone, no light switch. I'm half tempted to just summon up some magic when finally my hand slides over something smooth and cold. Light switch.

Light spills down the stairs and into the lab, bouncing off dulled metal and duller stone. Everything has a softer glow and a bluer cast down here. That used to be neat...a very long time ago.

I hate blue.

I hear the scuffing sounds of my feet retreating before I register that I'm sliding back. No. No! I'm doing this now, it has to happen.

My tread is heavy on the stairs, the muffled echo matching the pounding growing fury in my skull.  With every step down, the anger only increases. He'd promised. He meant it this time, or he said he did. He said a lot of things, and almost none of it was actually true, even if we both wanted it to be.

I jump the last stair. It's half rotted out. The dent from the last time I'd climbed up was still there. Still there...

I can feel hot claws raking down my spine. He hasn't moved more than a foot since I last spoke to him. There were piles of...something that might have been food once cluttered up and over what was at one time a nice metal desk. The phantom sheen from cleaner days drifts across my memory. This place is so filthy rats probably wouldn't make a nest...Not even the scary magical ones that used to live here. I suppress a gasp when I notice a very dead mundane rat carcass flopped next to one of the piles of trash. Don't need to breathe any deeper than I have to here. Gods forbid the smell knock me out into the trash piles...I wonder if he'd even rescue me before the garbage ate me?

Despite making enough noise to wake the dead and the semi-comatose alike, he hadn't so much as budged. Luckily, monsters turn into dust when they die, so it's not like I could come back to a dead body...benefits to being monsters. Sitting next to him on the desk, in the only remotely clear area was a pretty blue glass bottle. A fetching shade of indigo that made my vision white out from rage. Fucking blue. The only thing he never forgets or discards.

"Sans, we need to talk." I said that pretty loudly, I thought...but still he didn't wiggle. I'd taken to avoiding screaming. It started setting him off...I don't know when-making it worse. Fuck that. I can't make it worse.

"SANS!" He finally shifts, mumbling something. I wait, nothing coherent is forthcoming. He mumbles again, and I make most of it out. "No, I'm not going anywhere. We're having a discussion."

Sans looks like he's going to roll over closer towards a desk trash pile. "SANS!"

"What goddamn it?" I lift my head off the desk. Fuck. It's absolutely pounding. I can hear my brother glaring at me. Gods. The hangover is never this bad-oh. The screaming right. He's still screaming. I should say something. I rub my palms under my eye sockets. Fuck right the grime. I should clean...when...what is that-

Something grabs me and twists me around. Paps. Right. The noise. I take a deep breath and try to focus. Hard to do, but hey I've done harder. "Hey Paps...you look..." I trail off and take in his expression. "Extra pissed. Don't tell me, um, the trash right?"

"No Sans, not the trash."

That leaves me stumped. I mean trash; I can understand that, especially considering the grime I just accidentally smeared everywhere. Oh, longer thoughts. Great. Means my head is clearing, probably. "So...?" Leading questions are second best to figuring out what the problem is beforehand. Haven't been so good about getting ahead of problems since...Papyrus head dissolves into dust while the rest of him slowly follows. Heh...a head. God that's funny. Funnier than when it actually happened. I watch him take a deep breath, and scrunch his face. Oops, yeah sorry bro.

"Sans...I-I didn't come here to talk about trash, although the particular odor of this room is overwhelming. I came to-do you know what day it is?"

He paused. I pondered. Don't do a lot of that these days. "Mmmmm Wednesday?"

"Why do you always answer Wednesday whenever I ask?"

I shrug and make the mistake of leaning back; goo from that last pint of ice cream squishes against my shirt. "It's my favorite day, comes right after Tuesday, as long as I behave myself." Heh. He hasn't punished me to relive that Tuesday in a good while. Maybe he can't anymore? What a miracle that would be...almost as much as...I reach out for the blue bottle next to me. It'll be easier to focus with...

I can still hear the crash reverberating inside my skull. Reverberating. Oh bigger words too, goody. I frown and look over at Papyrus again. "Hey, you know that's good stuff. I mean, if you wanna smash bottles, I've got some cheaper stuff in th-"

"Sans..."

"-Or well...maybe it's not that cabinet...can't recall. An-"

"SANS..."

"-It's not that big a deal, there's some uhh, under in this drawer but-do you think your voice could go below an eight Paps?"

"SANS BONES, if you don't shut up and listen to me, I'm going to find every damn bottle of liquor in this house and smash them in front of you!"

Ok. That's entirely uncalled for. "Wow, ok, so. I guess we're doing this again."

"Again?!"

"Yeah sure!" I smile. I'm sure it's icier than I mean it to be. "You know where you-the drinking? You try to tell me not to drink. We've had that conversation before...at least I think we have on this go around the merry go around...haven't we?" I stop and stare off at the wall a second. Things start getting definite edges. Shame. "We have!" I turn back towards him. "You uhh, there was a pizza last time, and you threw it. Landed on the roof-hysterical. Almost as funny as-"

"This isn't like that time."

"Ok." I'm incredulous. Oh, way too fucking sober if I'm able to think of the word and feel and an emotion that complex. Damn.

"Or any of the other times...and no it's not Wednesday! It's Sunday."

I laugh, harsh and carrying the wheeze I'd picked up lately. "Can't be Paps."

"Why? Because it's your least favorite day?"

He's mocking me. Oh joy. "No, because Sunday is the uh-Saturday is your birthday. If it was Sunday then I'd be recovering from that wicked party Undyne is gonna throw. And as you can see," I gesture to my unwashed and grungy state, "this is not 'after party' Sans."

Paps looks more angry than when I started. "Besides, I couldn't miss your birthday bro, I set like four alarms, even I can't sleep through that, and,” I drawled, “I'm not done with your present because it's Thursday," I chuckle, " not Wednesday, I know it's not Wednesday...Still need to make a few adjustments today before I wrap it." I reach down and come back up with the wrapping paper, still clean thank you, and waggle it at him. "If you are trying to trick me into revealing your present buster, you're gonna have to do bet-"

The wrapping paper is on the ground. Soaking in the spilled Glow Sprites all wilting up. I'd put in some effort to find that paper and keeping it clean, Paps' favorite color was blue after all.

"Ok, what the hell? Now that's actually ruined...I don't know if I have more o-"

"I. Don't. Give. A. Shit. Sans!"

Well, now he has my attention. I don't think I've ever seen him this mad...uh in any turn actually. Maybe I did miss his birthday? But...I couldn't...I was-

"Today's really Sunday isn't it?" There was a growing black pit of dread in my middle while I waited for him to answer.

I could feel the ache in my jaw growing. "Yes. Sans." I grit out and wait the frankly absurd amount of time it takes for things to filter through the booze haze and into his head, and then triple that for things to come back out again. Sometimes I think he thinks he's actually responding promptly. Other times, I'm sure he's verbally dragging his feet to spite me. Like I'd just give up and go away if he waited long enough. I don't think this is one of those times though.

"Oh."

That's all he manages before looking away at the wall behind what used to be a desk. I wait. He'll get around to the rest of a response eventually.

"God-that's-but-I couldn't ha-" All of a sudden, he stops sputtering and whirls back around to face me. "Papyrus. I'm so sorry. I don't have any idea how I could have missed your birthday."

I nearly laughed at that. No idea. Is he serious? I watched him visibly swallow, smearing more grime across his face with his hands, apparently forgetting all about the filth still on them for a moment.

"Fuuuucck. Ok. This is a serious fuck up on my part, and I owe you big time."

"Owe me?" I carefully modulate my angry question below scream level. "You didn't forget to walk me back from Royal Guard training for the fiftieth time, or lose my favorite scarf in the never ending trash disaster that is this room, or even spend your entire paycheck on the Blue Nonsense again, you forgot my birthday-"

"Paps-"

"Again!" This time he blinks at me, obvious confusion crossing his face. "Yes Sans, for the third year in a row. The third time you promised me you'd not just show up, but do so without being half drunk and/or pants-less. Only this time you didn't bother to show up at all! I'd be chiding you for that, except I realized I was actually relieved you didn't show up. Why do you ask?" He doesn't in fact ask. I don't give him time to, "because at least you can't embarrass me this year like you have the last...Gods five?"

"U-"

"Shut up! I'm not done yet!" I'm seething. The grinding is starting up again. "I'm so tired Sans. I'm not doing this anymore. This...thing-dance-stupid merry-go-round with you and the alcohol and my expectations. Every time, I let you talk. I let you convince me, woo me into thinking-believing you'll change. Oh, you change all right; the only change you've ever made is getting worse!" I take a deep breath and unclench my fists. "This is not an ultimatum those never work-never have worked. Maybe if I'd actually stuck to them before, but that doesn't matter now. I'm here to tell you that I'm done."

"Done?" He cuts in again, eyes wide and something that reminds me of panic forming in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm done. I'm done with this, and I'm done with you. I'm moving out. I'm moving in with Undyne. I mean, she can spare the space for now-" The harsh breathy wheeze, all roughened vocal chords and the fluid filled lungs that swallowed up my brother's hearty laughter fills the air. I feel a distinctive snapping sensation inside. Blue melancholy all drowned in black rage.

"What in the fuck could possibly be funny about this?"

My sides are beginning to scream from how hard I'm laughing. I was almost worried for a second there. Gods, here I was thinking he was seriously going to throw down, and he's just going to pout over at Undyne's place for a spell. Ah right, he asked about the laughing.

"Heh, I'm sorry bro, it's just that-I mean you probably won't think this is funny. I just had the most wicked deja vu, from...it was from-well you don't remember this. Anyway, the point is, I was remembering the shenanigans you and Undyne usually get into when you're together, and I was imagining you actually living together. Do you think you'll set the kitchen on fire this time with your cooking or-"

"Sans..."

"-or maybe that disaster with the bathroom flooding over and the entire front room was-"

"-SANS!"

"-Ok no I'm sorry. This really isn't a good time for that, but you asked what was so funny so-"

"Do you think I'm stupid?!"

What a completely nonsensical question. Papyrus wasn't the kind of smart that won Nobel prizes, but he had the kind of smarts that kept a house running or an organization together. Lots of emotional smarts. Maybe I shouldn't have left so much for him when I was born, I could use some of that probably. "Papyrus, you're the smartest person I know."

"Well, at least you aren't lying about thinking that, but I know you think I'm just going over to Undyne's to cool off or something. I'm not Sans. I've already got most of my stuff over there from the last few times that I just haven't moved back. Most of the stuff is packed that's left. I didn't come down here to argue or convince, just tell you I'm going. I'll be moved out by tomorrow. You'll have the place to yourself, so I expect the trash disaster to migrate throughout the house, well your house."

Paps keeps talking. Something sneering about dying from food poisoning and lucky monsters can't get bubonic plague, but it's just slowly turning into white noise. The low level static inside my head just crescendos until it's all I hear. My brother's mouth keeps moving, and he has the most serious expression I've ever seen on his face. His hands are practically glued to his chest, crossed in front of him, and rarely migrate to his hips and then back again. When did he stop gesturing all over the place? What happened to the poses?

Those are new shoes, gloves too. The black metal in the boots remind me of the Royal Guard, but his final exams aren't until next year in the Spring, and it's Summer now. Because his birthday was yesterday, and he's not going to graduate-no the graduation party was...did I go to that? Yeah because Drunk Bunny and I made out in a corner after splitting that fifth of Vodka. Human liquor barely does anything anymore, don't know why I bothered...

He's still talking, the white noise is all pervasive, but he looks so disappointed I half-bother trying to read lips. Bills coming up, groceries-just bought milk-eat laundry detergent-bathroom tub-Sans...SANS! Oh right my name...

"Yes?" I think I'm floating away. When did I get so far away from the room?

He sighs and pinches where a nose would be on a human. At least that is still the same. "Sans, I'm going to finish packing now. I'm going...to leave a set of notes to help get you oriented...into doing things...again so...what is with that weird expression?"

Expression? Face. Right. I have one of those. I'm making a face..."I...am I?" I feel like this would be a great time for a pun. Too bad I can't think of anything right now.

"Are you what, Sans?"

The floaty feeling is worse and there's this weird grey black pressing in everywhere. I should be upset, I think I should be, shouldn't I? "I have no idea." It's the best I can manage right now. Then everything snaps back into place, all vivid colors and raw cutting edges. "No. I do have an idea. Let me ju-"

"No Sans. No bargains. No promises."

He doesn't sound angry, he doesn't look angry. Why isn't he angry? He was mad earlier. The tiles jerk onto a tilted angle. Was I moving? Did I imagine that? "Not a bargain I swear, not a promise either. Those I tend to break and the other I'm not so good at holding up the other end." I pause and the grey comes rushing back swallowing up everything but the bright gun metal shine and black of his Royal Guard armor.

"Ok?"

"I'm...I'm just gonna beg instead."

"Oh Gods no."

I had thought we could get through this conversation like adults, but why would I think that? Sans hasn't acted like a reasonable adult in years, maybe well before the alcohol became the only thing he paid attention to. "Please just don't. You're not going to change my mind-"

"-Heh, you haven't even let me start yet. You don't know that."

"I know that because my mind is made up. This isn't some willy nilly decision, I'm making, I'm-I-" I take a breath, and feel it rattle out of my chest and vibrate through the armor. Gods it's worse saying it out loud. "I'm cutting you out of my life Sans. I'm not just moving out, or giving you the silent treatment. I'm not going to be...interacting with you anymore. For my own sanity, and safety." Now, now finally, he's mad. I watch his face do an impressive series of contortions.

"The fuck you are! You don't have to live with me, and you certainly don't have to be bothered running behind me to make sure I get anything done, but you can't just ignore my existence. Fucking fuck that nonsense."

"Sans, stop that."

"No, fucking no I will not just calmly 'discuss' you wanting to pretend I don't exist. What a bunch of absolute bullshit."

"I thought you were going to beg me to stay?" "I'm not going to beg you to remember I'm your brother!"

"...You aren't."

"Fucking excuse me? Since fucking when? Some cosmic alignment happened without my notice? 'Ah pardon me Sans Bones, but it seems we've changed our mind. You don't have a brother, he got lost in the shuffle when we were doing the fannyho over the median zenith for the horoscope. Our apologies, signed the fucking Universe.'" He stands up, absolutely radiating fury. "Did that fucking happen? Did I just miss the memo?"

"I'm not doing this with you. This isn't up for discussion. This isn't an argument."

"You're fucking right it's not! You can't just wave your hands and tell all our friends 'hey so I don't have a brother anymore, cool?'"

"You don't have any friends Sans..." He practically growls and goes stomping from one end of the trash enclosed space to the other.

"Even if you're right and I don't, that doesn't make a lick of difference."

"Why should I have to be stuck with you and your utter-ridiculous-I'm not arguing with you!"

"Oh yeah so inconvenient for you, can't imagine. Must be so complicated and difficult.-"

"Sans...-"

"-to just throw a curtain over my general existence and go 'nothing to see here folks, pay no attention to the raving drunken embarrassment-"

"sans..."

"-that infects my life like a virulent plague, besetting my household with never-ending gales of shame and-"

"..."

"-woe beyond all imagining. Such is the burden of my existence that I should have to acknowledge kindred blood with a-"

He's still going probably, but I just tuned him out. One of his anger fed guilt trips is not what I signed up for today. Trying to interrupt him before he's finished is pointless, it only makes it last longer.

This was not happening. The despair was so thick I was choking on it. Or maybe that was panic...or the screaming. I couldn't catch my breath. This wasn't happening. He couldn't just forget about me. Something raw and desperate clawed at the base of my skull. I've been screaming at him for at least five minutes and he hasn't even said anything. I feel something shaking and racing threatening to bubble up my throat. The roaring in my ears and the pitching in my stomach-This isn't happening.

"Papyrus...say something!" He blinks at me, the frown he'd adopted since he started talking to me deepening, twisting up his face. It looks like it's practically etched into his bone. Does he smile anymore?

"Are you...finished Sans?"

Yes. No. Both? Neither. Finished with what? "I-sure. Yes." It was getting hard to focus again. Heh. Exertion does that nowadays.

"Ok Sans. I'm going back upstairs to finish packing now." He pivots, armor shifting with him. He used to be able to barely lift a sword, when did armor get so light? He's stalking towards the stairs carefully working around the mess. He's-

"No. No wait. Listen I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to be so mad. Please-just-if I promise I won't yell anymore. Just stay?" The fucking grey black is returning, like something is trying to suck me out of the fabric of the Universe.

I'm across the room at the base of the stairs, he's already climbing them. "Paps...Paps listen to me ok? I'll do anything you want. I swear. We'll dump every bottle together." I'm waddling up the stairs after him. Gods my legs are swollen, what I get for not keeping them up higher before I passed out. I'm halfway up and he's already at the top. "Listen bro, I'm begging here. You don't have to stay. You can yell all you want. You can spend the entire time cursing me out and reminding me what a sack of shit I am. Please just don't ignore me. I-please I can't-Papyrus if you do, it'll be like I never existed!" I'm running out of words, breathing is harder after vaulting up the stairs.

I stop to catch my breath. He still hasn't turned around. The light is so harsh up here I can barely stand the gleam off his armor. Everything is all harsh contrasts. The light softer blue of the basement, the grungy dark blue of my jacket, the black shine of the metal.

"Couldn't you just hang out with your...friends instead of me?"

"Oh Gods, I don't have friends, and we both know it! That was just," I pause and take another deep breath, "angry, deflecting nonsense. I didn't mean that, I didn't mean, most of that. The part about not existing yeah mostly, but all that-I'm not mad. I wasn't even yelling at you so much as the idea. I-Paps what do I have to do to get you to stay in my life?" With the grey black in my vision, everything is bleached near white in the brighter wash of light up here.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? But-"

"-There's absolutely nothing you can do or say that will make me stay right now, or probably ever. Barring you actually kicking alcohol forever, but you've already promised that six times, and I don't believe you. Maybe you will, and I'll reconsider interacting with you then, but I expect results and not promises."

"Ok."

"OK?" He whirls around looking genuinely menacing. Stupid armor.

"Yeah ok, that's fair. I should, let me make a list." I shuffle over towards the kitchen table, or where it was last time I was upstairs.

He sighs audibly. "A list of what Sans?"

"The booze hiding spots of course. Oh and everything I remember I haven't finished off yet, and a couple things that aren't technically alcohol but work the same. Then, we can-"

"All of the hiding spots?"

"Yeah even the ones in the crawl space of the roof." I smile. He doesn't look remotely convinced. That's fine. I can be convincing. I can even convince myself that it's worth it to try sometimes. He's looking vaguely angry again, and I'm not sure why. Did I forget something? "Oh, and the pay check right. That's yours, that way I can't trip back into debauchery while I get over the worst of the initial...um...the...Paps?"

"I see. You mean like this list here?" He holds a smudged looking piece of paper with wet black ink spatters everywhere in my face. Definitely my handwriting, or it was before I started to get the shakes all the time.

"Yeahhh..." I trail off.

"Or no maybe like this one here?" Another piece of paper. Newer. Neither of them have all of the actual spots on the list. What was I thinking lying like that? Or did I just make new spots? I get the sinking suspicion that's the answer. He crumples up both of them and drops them onto the floor.

"Let me make this as clear as I can for you. Even if you are entirely serious about wanting to do this, why should I have to be bothered babysitting you to make sure you don't backslide? Better question, what makes you think I'm invested enough to care?"

"Um...?" Oh, really eloquent. Someone might mistake me for the former Royal Scientist or something. "That's-"

"Ok. So here's the thing, I'm not going to be responsible for you getting it together. If you love me and you really really want to change, more than you love alcohol, then you'll put yourself together on your own, whether or not I ever speak to you again. I'm not some consolation prize you can earn and then backslide on when you get complacent, and I'm getting off the merry-go-round now Sans."

I start to feel tingly all over. Bad tingles. "There's really nothing I can do is there?"

A grinding sound builds up in the silence. Man, he still grinds his teeth when he's mad.

"You know, this isn't about you and your issues for once. If by some miracle you actually stop spiraling into alcoholic slow suicide, don't try and contact me. If I ever want to speak to you again, I'll contact you. I'm going to pack now." And with that, he stomps off farther into the house.

I should go after him, or plead my case, or bar the door, or shit, I could stop him. I'm a drunken wreck, but I'm still a better fighter than he is. But, and I learned this a long time ago, I don't have any power over the major shit in my life. OJ or Apple with breakfast? Sure. Vodka or Gin? Definitely. When I get to die? No. Stopping a likely genocidal maniac from killing the essential magic in the world? Nope. I probably can't even stop Papyrus from leaving the house. Why bother trying?

I'm downstairs again, and there's an aggressive stomping upstairs. Did he expect I'd still be there after he'd said every way he knew how that it didn't matter? Or maybe the hangover headache is just getting worse and I'm sensitive to sound. Well, that lovely blue bottle of Glow Sprites is in the drawer-was in the drawer. It should fix…everything I actually have the power to change.

[dcmissionaries]

Something Smells Fishy

Summer finally arrived in Daten and boy was the heat blistering. The new residents, the Originals, have become scarce due to direct exposure to the sun and the heat. Humans and Immortals are doing somewhat better but it's gotten hot to the point where the A/C isn't enough. It's either a good time to go to the beach or to stay shut in all day with the freezer opened next to you. Even some ghosts have ducked down until those triple digits go down. The Abbey residents are taking this calm time to either relax or evaluate any renovation the building requires and other mundane tasks. It was now the weekend and Shades didn't hesitate to fetch Strappon as soon as he made his daily visit. He explained that his father required some extra hands at his job considering some... unfortunate circumstances befell his crew. Let's not get into those details. Even with those details that should be concerning, Strappon agreed to let Shades bring along the bunch. It's not like they're strangers to danger. Or so he hoped. As the Abbey residents neared the docks, the weather suddenly began getting gloomy. It was a relief from the merciless sun, but holy shit does it smell like rotten fish. Finally making it to Leather Jacket's shrimping boat, the old man turn around, waving at everybody before realizing the box he was carrying was too heavy for one hand. Once preparations were complete, the boat sped off into the ocean. After a while they began drifting as Leather Jacket sent out the net when everybody comes by a particular scene. A luxury yacht. That's something you just don't see in the dingy parts of Daten. Unbeknownst to them, this yacht was housing Demons who have been getting information about a ghost living in the ocean. They were more than keen to capture this ghost to harness it and wreak havoc. Now whether Immortals end up competing for ghosts or if the ghost wrecks both ships is up in the air, what matters more is what kind of deep sea monstrosity is that net going to pull up.

SOMETHING SMELLS FISHY All hands on deck as the Abbey residents are called in to be extra help for Ol'Leather Jacket. But something smells fishy and not just literally. --------

K-RO:  Despite the strange yacht being over yonder, it was a relaxing  atmosphere for the most part. Leather Jacket instructed some Angels,  and maybe some humans, to have a watchful eye on the crane while  others were instructed to do some heavy lifting by cleaning up and  organizing equipment.   On the yacht, HP was peering over the edge, hoping to see if the  ghost would breach the water, even if for a second. "Even if reports  say its a ghost, wouldn't it be cool if it was some Lovecraftian  creature?" he said to anybody that happened to be nearby.

SAIYAN:  "HP, has anyone told you how much of a nerd you are? Bowtie said.  Seriously, she didn't understand half the stuff that came out of the  orange demon's mouth.

 Meanwhile the duo of Undershirt and Wristband looked around the boat.  "When they said fishing I thought they meant with rods and reals in a  rowboat or something, not this." Wristband said.

 "Smells a like dead fish, kinda like you after a hard night of  partying" Undershirt said to his older twin.

 "Shut the fuck up" she said punching him in the arm.

K-RO:  "Hey listen, you have no right to talk when you're a bookworm  yourself. I've seen youget emotional on some of the books you've been  reading in public," HP retorted.

SAIYAN:  "Hmph" Bowtie huffed with a blush. "Th..that's different. Books are  healthy, technology just gives you cancer" she said. She really had no  good argument to be honest.

K-RO:  "What does Lovecraftian literature have to do with technology?"  Honestly she didn't look like he had a good argument, here.

  "Hey Wristband!" Shades called out, "you need some aloe vera for that  burn?"

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges started to whine about all the heavy lifting he had to do. He  was carrying some boxes and was one of them people assigned to clean  up the place. " It's not fair! Why wasn't I put assigned to watch the  crane and to not carry these heavy box. Ugh."

K-RO:  "Because I'm old and you're not," Leather Jacket said as he passed  Gauges while dragging around some harpoons. "At least they're just a  couple of boxes."

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Knittens was poking at the fish with a stick he found, trying to see  if they were still alive. Once in a while some them would show signs  of life but most of them were dead. Either by getting caught or his  constant poking. Knittens was too little to help with lifting crates  so he would help by watching the crane, which was not happening. Bored  out of his mind he continually annoyed the already dying fish.  Facsinator was actually not with Knittens, he was on the yacht looking  out at the sea. Instead of bursting with energy like usual, he was  subdued and quiet. His eyes were glazed over and expression a little  ill; with a gentle whisper he muses,  "I feel like I'm dying."

SAIYAN:  "I don't want to talk about it" she said as she folded her arms.

 "I think we might have to dump her in the ocean to sooth that one"  Undershirt said with a laugh. "I still can't believe we had nothing  better to do than this. You'd think we'd get taken away to some  prehistoric land and fight to the death with the way things usually  go" he said.

GAMER-GODDESS:  Passing by Gauges with an annoyingly cheerful spring in her step,  "It's not that bad, just lift with your knees!" Thigh High laughed as  she carried two boxes in order to make her flexing appear more  natural.

K-RO:  "That'll probably quench her thirst, too," Shades laughed. He looked  up a little, thinking on what Undershirt had said.   it would be cool to see dinosaurs, actually!"

MLLERMANDA:  He whines some more as he talks with others. " But still, little me is  young and fresh but not the machoest person out there. " Gauges laughs  at Thigh High's comment and shake his head. " There no way I can do  th-" However, he notices something and stares at amazement with the  harpoons that Shades was carrying and how easily Tigh High was doing  this hard work. " Wow, you guy are super strong!" He admires the  Angels some more, losing some focus on the boxes he was carrying.

SAIYAN:  "I hate you two" Wristband said still refusing to look at them.

 "Yeah I know how much you love em. Speaking of, how have your dragons  been?" Undershirt asked Shades.

 "See, I told you I'm not a nerd. I had no idea what that was" Bowtie  said to Hp.

K-RO:  "Oh you know. Being dragons. Getting big. Getting nipped because they  get curious. But hey, my furniture isn't wrecked anymore." As he was  explaining the nipping bit, he brought up a hand with a bandage on it.  Dragons will be dragons.

  "You don't have to be a nerd to know who was Cthulhu's creator,  though."   HP shrugged it off and noticed that Fascinator wasn't doing so hot,  "Yo, you okay? Sea sickness getting to ya?"

SAIYAN:  "Well that's good. Y'know, if they get to big you should probably air  drop them into the football stadium. That should be big enough. And  you know how bad our football team is" Undershirt suggested.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  "Yeah... A little bit but I'm never gonna be on a yacht again so it's  worth it." Fasci said with an attempted smile as he took out a ginger  root, snapped a little piece off and inhaled the scent. He seemed to  have perked up a little after that, but the color of his once rosy  cheeks didn't return.  "Plus I already vomited out my meals after the ship set sail; so... I  won't barf anymore." he showed a  weak thumbs up and he returns to  looking at the sea.  "So... This ghost you guys are catching must be really valuable, huh?"

GAMER-GODDESS:  Thigh High grinned at Gauges comment, "Why thank you!" she said as she  put her boxes down. Waltzing back over to Gauges, "Would you mind if I  helped?" Thigh High asked as she relieved him from one of the boxes  from his grip.

K-RO:  "Dude, that's mean. But you have a point," Shades replied.

  "Well, the thing is that we're unsure if it's actually here. But the  locals say it's a big creature so we couls benefit from capturing it."

MLLERMANDA:  " No problem."  He says as he looks at her and nothing her taking a  box. He smiles happily at Thigh High as she takes the box. " That  would be awesome~ " Thanks a lot." He grins at her with glee as he  gains more focus.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  "So it's like a lochness monster situation-" Fasciantor replied before  bending over the railing of the ship and gagging. Coughing and sighs,  "S-Sorry, no food in my belly. So while we wait for it to show up,  what should we do?"

GAMER-GODDESS:  "No worries, anytime you need help with lifting, just give me a  shout." Thigh High winked. "Though I'd prefer to work in nicer weather  conditions, and without this smell..." she muttered as she balanced  the box on her hip with her left hand and waved the air with her right  in front of her nose, attempting to lessen the odor.

ZAKUTAKU:  He never asked for this. He never asked for anything, in all honesty.  But if it was anythig to get him out of work for more than 2 hours,  Pack was your man. Your coffee addicted man.

ZAKUTAKU:  Strolling up with coffee maker in toll on a wagon, the heavenbent gave  half hearted wave to most of the crew, taking seat on a box while he  sipped from his precious life stream of black goodness. He should've  brought a bag of beans for munching purposes.

K-RO:  "We could try getting that fishing boat off the premise, bullshit a  story of how the bay's closed to boats due to some... strange  occurrences."  There weren't any other boats around so that alone could be an  advantage to the Demons.  "I mean if anything, it doesn't hurt to ram the boat to show it who's  boss if the people on it refuse to leave."

 "How are you kids holding up? I got a little something if any of you  get sea sick. It's mostly sprite, but it'll make you feel better, at  least."Leather Jacket held out a small can, pointing to a cooler  inside the boat's cabin.

 Shades looked off to the side and noticed that his cousin managed to  get dragged here. He couldn't tell if Pack's father forced him to come  or his own.  "Is it your day off, Pack?" he asked.

MLLERMANDA:  " So true right there Thigh High." He coughs a bit from the smell, god  it was killing him.  " Man this place stinks so bad.There way too many  fish stank in here. Wish there was a bunch of air fresher of pine  cones or something. Any smell is better than this. " He pinches his  nose fromthe smell.

ZAKUTAKU:  Oh shit, what up, it's that cousin. Setting his pot down, Pack raised  his hand in a slightly shaky motion.                                             "Half and half, my dude." He said with a small yawn. "Dad  wanted me to do some heavenly hocus pocus or what not after work, and  weeeell I'm not all for poking around with magic stuff yet. That and I  actually felt like doing some huntin'." He continued, getting off the  box and fetching Black Friday from his wagon. "Me 'n' the BF could use  it anyway."

K-RO:  "Hopefully that the BF can fend off deep sea monstrosities.... Not  like the blob fish is anything to be afraid of." It was weird and all  but still.  "For a fact, dad's been saying something about how all the folks have  been seeing weird things in the bay."

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator shrugged , he was too nauseous to have conscious.  "Sure, I'm not against it." he yawns and stretches a little. Having no  idea that Knittens lied about volunteering at his catholic school and  was on that exact boat.  Knittens wanted to help to help lift the crates as well! Afterall,  he'll need to do this when he's getting supplies from his ship in  space. But he bit off more than he could chew, dragging a crate his  height a millimeter a second.

SAIYAN:  "Well well well look who it is" Undershirt said to Pack. "What kind of  weird things?" he asked Shades.

 Wristband simply waved to Pack. She wasn't in a good mood still after  getting her ass dragged through the freacking dirt like that.

ZAKUTAKU:  "Well, the sea is the sea, my dude."  Personally, Pack  believed that  hell originated at the bottom of the ocean. Only a being of pure demon  blood would create something as horrific as the Basking Shark. Gaping  mouths nonetheless, Pack was in one of his rare good moods. There were  more people to converse with and maybe he might even talk to someone??  Such an exhilarating day already.

K-RO:  "Something about a weird snake-like creature," Leather Jacket  interjected, "It's been scaring a great deal of fishermen, which is  why not a lot of boats are out, but I think sea madness be getting to  those pendejos."  He then told Shades to monitor the kid who seemed to be struggling  with a crate. Well, better help that child before he breaks his back.

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin gives out a big loud ass yawn, relaxing on the yacht and was  getting herself a tan.  She wears a new flashy bikini and was showing  off her hair new hair style, now being a hard core blonde.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Knittens will not give in, he will succeed, he will triumph over this  mountain in his path to glory for his name was Knit Mittens Butch  Trump, gosh darn it! Even if it took him hours to push this one crate  to the other side of the boat, he will not rest in the snow or in the  rain! Well maybe for a snack, but Knittens will come back afterwards!  Despite his heroic speech in his mind, Knittens looks more like he was  gonna get a stroke in his winter clothes.

GAMER-GODDESS:  "Are you sure it wasn't just these guns?" Thigh High announced as she  flexed her arms over her head. go home thigh high ur drunk

SAIYAN:  "I feel like that's a load of bull. There is no such thing as a sea  monster Wristband finally said. She was not one to believe in  cryptids, no way.

 "Same I don't think a sea serpent can survive here" Undershirt agreed.

ZAKUTAKU:  And there came the first two confidants of conversation for Pack  today. "Yeah, it's me. Ready to serve under God's wing or whatever you  all say." He was trying. He really was. The whole flying around and  serving God part he got, the stripping he also got. His dad did it  regularly for Christ's sake. It's just the book itself he needed to  brush up on. And even from a few feet away, Pack could taste the salt  emanating from Wristband. Sliding out a pink straw from his namesake,  Pack dropped it in his pot, sliding the warm container towards the  angel. "It's black, but I can add some creamer if you want, bruh." He  added. Again, he was trying.

K-RO:  "Well who knows. If we have aliens, there's bound to be something in  the bay. Not like the ocean's explored thoroughly or anything." With  that, Leather Jacket went back to whatever the hell he was doing.  Probably eyeing down the yacht. That boat smelled funnier than the bay  itself.

 Shades grabbed on to the crate, giving it little pushes for Knittens,  "You need help, little man?"

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  "I.. Can do it! I swear...!! I got this!" Knittens grunted as he  pushed harder, but the crate refused to budge and it ended up pushing  me onto the ground. It's hard to say what happened but he ended up on  the ground exhausted. A small lump in his hat started to crawl out  because of the heat. It was no one else but Wool, who wasn't expecting  a sudden sauna. Skittering across the ship's floor it began nibbling  away at the crate wood.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  A sound like a hail storm came from below deck as Buckle sprinted from  below deck, shoved the door, and leaned over the railing heaved her  stomach's contents over the side of the yacht. "Well, shit," she said  to herself. "That shrimp was a lot better the first time." She spit  into the ocean, trying to clear the rest of the acid from her mouth.

MLLERMANDA:  He chuckles at Thigh High and plays along. " Oh my, I think you are  right. Those guns are able to achieve anything and everything, if you  know what I mean."

SAIYAN:  "Two creams, if you would be so kind" she said to Pack with fluttering  eyelashes. She was trying to turn on the charm. Maybe she could turn  this day around with a big catch of her own.

 "Yeah well, I'll believe it when I see it" Undershirt said folding his  arms. He looked over at Wristband. "Even surrounded by the smell of  dead fish, she is focused in getting laid" he thought with a shake of  his head.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox  looked around , with her namesake covering her nose,"who the hell  forgot to bathe? Like hooooly fuck."  She wandered the yacht in search  of a group to stick with. With no luck she found herself resting  against a railing. "Hmph..well ain't this just a grand way to spend a  day...yuck.." She huffed.

ZAKUTAKU:  Ah, the ol' flutter of the eyelashes. If only he was at a more  innocent mindset to be affected by such a skill. But Pack was Pack,  and having seen so many attractive persuasions used on him to lower  down prices, he had grown numb it to it.  Nodding in affirmation, Pack  plopped in the two small shots of sugar infused half and half into the  coffee pot, stirring it up with his respective straw.  "Cheers,chickadee," he said before taking a sip from his straw.  Perfect blend of bitter and sweet. Juuuuust right.

(( OOC: PSA: Angels, Thrones and Heavenbents are on the smelly fishing boat. Demons, Inquisitors and Hellbents are in the nice yacht. ))

(( OOC: Gotcha) ))

K-RO:  Shades lifted the crate for Knittens, struggling a bit himself, but it  wasn't excruciating. "Hey man, it's okay to call for help. But perhaps  you should take off your winter clothes. It's the middle of summer,  after all."

 Leather Jacket was pretty much sitting in the cabin, overlooking a  sonar system. All seemed well until it caught something heading in the  boat's direction. It must have been a dolphin or something as they are  common in the area, although a singular dolphin is a rare thing. As  the figure on the sonar was depicted to be right under the boat, there  was a sudden violent swaying, nearly knocking him off  his feet.  Shades let go of the crate and held on to whatever he could so he  wouldn't go overboard.

 "What thE FUCK. Are there shitty whales in the area or something?"

 HP's own sonar system was barely catching the movements of this  creature and noticed the fishing boat rocking. "I think we may want  all hands on deck, here!"

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges felt the violet sway and trips on his own feet. He drops the  rest of the boxes that he was carrying and falls hard on the ground. "  OUCH. What the hell was that?"

SAIYAN:  "WHAT THE FUCK" Undershirt and Wristband both yelled as they were  tossed around the boat. Wristband literally got her ass dragged across  the floor this time, and it hurt worse than her brothers stupid  remark.

 "Well, would you look at that. If they weren

SAIYAN:  't a salty bunch before, they will be now" Bowtie said as she looked  through some binoculars at the rocking fishing boat.

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin was dozening off and was about to knock out until she  notices the rocking fishing boat. She laughs at them from the yacht  and then goes back to suntanning, not noticing that she was getting a  sunburn.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox feels the ship rock and she clings onto a crate, her face turing a  comical green, "For the love of-" *she hurls off  deck and she looks  around ,"aaand there goes the four hundred dollar lunch..fuckin fish  food now I guess.." Fox grumbled as  she watched crates slide around  the ship. With a grunt she wobbled to the nearest rail and she held on  tight. "ANYBODY KNOW WHAT THE FUCK JUST DID THAT!?" Fox yelled.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator unable to keep his voice cheery switches to a much more low  and quiet tone; almost sounding like a new person. "Oh shit...!" He  stared in awe at the ship and the suspense was almost killing him.  Knittens almost slid off the ship but luckily his hamster-spider  managed to keep him from going in the salty sea by hooking his tiny  claw on his coat.Acting fast he took his mittens out of his coat and  tied himself to the railing.

GAMER-GODDESS:  "Wow, rude!" yelled Thigh High she was thrown into the boat's railing.  Looking into the water the young angel announced "WHERE ARE THE  HARPOONS? I'm gonna fight the fish!"

ZAKUTAKU:  A sound of glass breaking. If the shaking of the boat didn't spook  Pack, then what he saw next definitely would. His precious coffee pot,  his life stream... broken.  He was going to murder, he was going to  fucking murder someone and he hoped it was a ghost. Grabbing BF, Pack  threw whatever fucks he gave out the metaphorical window as he scanned  the waters, weapon in hand.

MLLERMANDA:  " I'm not sure what knock us over Fox but all I know is that what ever  knocked this ship is going to get an ass whooping out of all us here."  He gets up angrily and fixes himself up as he takes his weapon out. "  And by the way Thigh High, Shades was the last one who had the  harpoons, I'll bet he give you them." He swings his made a bit,  getting ready to battle whatever hit them.

K-RO:  "The harpoons were on the harpoon launcher... on top of the ship. They  weren't tied down to anything so we only have one."  Leather Jacket regained his footing with the only harpoon left, "But  hey, at least it's the one I stabbed a guy with, so I'm okay with the  rest being lost."

 "That's not something to be casual about, Pa!" Shades yelled. Of all  things.

 Whatever hit the boat had its back breaching the water surface and was  quickly making itself to the yacht, ramming itself before activity  ceased. Its impact made the boat rock, but it wasn't as violent as the  smaller fishing boat.  "That sashimi bastard better not puncture the hull I swear on Satan's  ass," HP muttered to himself.

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges becomes worried by Leather Jacket's response and gulps. " Welp,  well let's hope whatever this thing is, we can kill it quick and easy  with harpoon that you got."

ZAKUTAKU:  "C'mon you SeaWorld escapee fatherfucker..." Pack muttered under his  breath, grip steady on the BF as he kept his eyes focused on the  waters. The sooner that sunuvabitch reared it's ugly head out, it was  getting a face full of flame.

K-RO:  Shades pulled back Pack from the edges of the boat, "Listen man,  whatever's in the water could be another Mocha Dick and I don't feel  like telling your parents you were eaten by an asshole sperm whale,  okay?"

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin felt the rock on the yacht but it didn't bother her at all.  She gives out another yawn and comments on the rocking of the boat. "  So weak. " Sweat goes down from her face and she swipes the sweat by  using a handkerchief she brought with her, not bothered by the  creature at all.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator was knocked into the wall and tried to steady himself on  legs of jelly. Reaching behind his head and taking out a shard of his  now broken fascinator, he grits his teeth. "F-Fuck me... Shouldn't  have used actual shells making this." The rocking of the ship was  enough to make fall to his knees and gag.  Knittens loosened the knot on the railing but still clung to it.  Looking around the sea for any dark shadows he gulped. "G-Guys... Why  did it just disappear?"

GAMER-GODDESS:  "I guess that means we can guarantee another successful stabbing!"  Thigh High nodded as she placed her hands on her hips, "Well shit if  we only have one shot, we should definitely shoot it in its ugly mug."  She decided mostly to herself, turning to Leather Jacket "I assume  you're the only one here who's really good with a harpoon launcher?"

SAIYAN:  "Can we please stop talking about dicks!" Undershirt yelled at Shades.  The innuendos were getting to be too much. He'd been tossed around a  boat ad hit his head multiple times. He just wanted to kill whatever  it was that was doing this,

 "I'd like to keep talking about dicks" Wristband said as she raised  her hand. That was a conversation she could get into.

 "WHOA" Bowtie yelled as she was tossed round as her expensive  binoculars were dropped on the ground. "That thing better not break  them!" she thought in anger. those things were expensive as hell.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  "Well fuck me sideways...I'm not gettin wacked because of some Shamoo  wannabe!" She readys her namesake, looking around the boat. "Come out  Come out wherever you are Moby Douche bag.." She hears Knittens  ,"It..might be under us..."

K-RO:  "Nobody's talking about expanding dongs but you Undershirt!" Shades  retorted.

 "I think," Leather Jacket started, fiddling around with the harpoon,  "Honestly I only use the harpoon launcher on other boats because some  people tend to be assholes."

 HP looked back to his sonar and it was clearly reading a stagnant,  large object right underneath them.  "This motherfucker's right here," he said, showing the sonar to  Bowtie, "Dunno how we're going to catch this thing... Or if it even is  a ghost... Do we have bait?"

ZAKUTAKU:  "I'm still fighting it," was all he said to his cousin. His coffee pot  would be avenged, goddamn it.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  "Hmmmm we're gonna need some live bait…preferably tied up..any  volunteers?" She looks around, resting volpe next to her. "Ohh One  at  a time guys." Fox yawned.

SAIYAN:  "We could use Bobby Pin? Maybe it likes human meat?" Bowtie suggested.  It was worth a shot. If it wasn't a ghost it would be a good way to  lure it in so they could take down the creature.

 "Then what's with all the Mocha Dick talk?" Undershirt asked as he  shook his head and gained his senses back.

 Wristband immediately lost interest in the conversation. She looked  around at the water. Everything looked pretty still for the the  moment.

GAMER-GODDESS:  "Then just pretend the fish is an asshole, which shouldn't be too hard  considering the situation." Thigh High stroked her chin for a moment  before suggesting, "I'd recommend going for the jugular, but you just  do you."

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator felt tiny drips of blood on the back of his neck, as he  wiped it away he eyes the water.  "Er... Maybe we have something else?" He points inside the cabin with  unsuspecting eyes. You are too trusting of demons Fasci.  Knittens  regained his balance and hugged Wool. "Maybe it's gone  home?"

K-RO:  "We could try that, where's the human?" HP asked,looking up from the  sonar.

 Leather Jacket shook his head, "No, we're not going to use anybody as  bait. Unless we get someone from that yacht over there. I mean they're  rich, who will miss them? Certainly not their folks who are probably  waiting for them to die for the inheritance."

 "Because it was a shitstain whale and I don't want this kid being  eaten by a whale a la Pinocchio here." Shades said while pointing at  Pack.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  She stretches," C'mon someone's gotta be into that freaky bondage  stuff." Her phone rings and the jaws theme plays really loudly.  "....should..I answer this...?" Fox stared at the black screen.

ZAKUTAKU:  "I VOLUNTEER." Pack raised his weapon, both as confirmation and in  defiance of his cousin. "And I miiiight have a plan of sorts," he  added in, scooting alongside Leather Jacket.

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin gives out another loud yawn,  giving away on where she was  at. She drinks her strawberry banana smoothie and eating some shrimp.

K-RO:  Leather Jacket stared at Pack, nearing glaring dagger into this kid,  "Mijo...If your mom didn't hesitate to kill our brother, what makes  you think she wouldn't hesitate to slit my throat for letting you get  eaten."  He shivered at the thought, shaking his head, "Sit your little ass  down, we're not using anybody as bait."

 "I think we know where that human is," said HP.

SAIYAN:  "Yeah you have fun with that" Undershirt said to Pack. Thank god  someone was stupid enough to do it.

 "What are we waiting for then, LET'S GET HER" Bowtie yelled as she  started to head off

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin contiues to munch on fancy shrimp with full desire.  She was  definetely taking full opportunities of living like the rich, not  noticing at all that demons were planning to use her as bait.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator didn't say anything because he was glad they didn't notice  him being half-human; getting the rope so he wouldn't be included on  the menu.

K-RO:  "Wait, what? I thought you were just joking." HP turned around to stop  Bowtie before she proceeded.

 Suddenly the creature breached the surface, clawing its way onto the  yacht's deck. It screeched announcing its presence, as if a giant sea  creature on a boat isn't all too obvious.

 "HOLY SHIT," yelled Shades, "I'm not messing with that..."

 HP began pushing Bowtie out of reflex and shoved themselves in the  cabin of the yacht, "THIS IS SCARY but cool, I wanna catch it!"

ZAKUTAKU:  "Fine, be fish food. I'm still fighting it." Cursed angelic relatives,  why can't they just go with the flow for fucks sake. If the angel's  wouldn't let him, then he'd have to take matters into his own hands.  And by that, he meant waiting. Despite wanting to rebel against  Leather Jacket, he made a fair argument about his mom. So he'd wait 10  minutes to jump off and swim to the beastie instead of the usual 5.  Hey, he was being considerate.

ZAKUTAKU:  And those five minutes came considerably faster. HOLY FUCK, THAT WAS  HUGE. And hey, it was going for the reddies first. Nice!

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges jumps out of fear, seeing this big ass creature. " HOLY SHIT!  That's one big monster." He shakes a bit, " Glad I'm not on that  shit."

SAIYAN:  "You would" Bowtie said to HP, not taking her eyes off that dragon  thing.

 "HOLY SHIT!" Undershirt and Wristband said at the creature attacking  that boat. Both were glad they weren't over there. But something told  them that they would have to deal with that thing.

GAMER-GODDESS:  Thigh High blinked

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  "OH MY FUCK...!" Fascinator yelped and took his gun out of his pocket  in panic. Trying to fire it at the thing but the safety was still on.  Snapping back to reality and realizing that this sea dragon was a  ghost and indeed not affected by human means. Meaning that he was  screwed. His stomach pains and dizziness wasn't helping this situation  either.  Knittens pulled out his phone and took a picture. "Neat."

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin eats the last shrimp on her plate as the giant creature  appears on the yacht and starts to claw its way to the ship. The  shrimp falls dramatically along with the plate. She freezes from her  seat, " Oh shit." She stares at the dragon, mainly at its eyes and  gazes at it, not knowing that it was a ghost.

K-RO:  Leather Jacket casually made his way to the top of the boat, carrying  the harpoon, "I'll get the harpoon ready, I guess."

K-RO:  "Hey guys, I just noticed something on that ghost," Shades then points  to the face, "That's a person face, is this the reason why 95% of the  oceans are unexplored?"

MLLERMANDA:  She stares at the mighty beast and hears its mighty sound. Bobby takes  off her shades, not believing how big this shit was. She forces  herself to get off from her seat and goes against the wall off the  yacht and ends up giving a yelp, from the horrendous sunburn and her  "slight" fear of the beast.

ZAKUTAKU:  Holy shit, he was right. That absolutely was a dude's face on that  Lovecraftian abortion. "All the more to burn it," Pack said with a  small shudder. Dear nature; please stop.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  She gets close enough on the deck and she takes a selfie , the ghost  behind her on the yacht. "Heheh breakin the internet.." Fox snickers  and joins the others. " And this is why I poached shit. Ya  just get  inbred turds like these when you don't."

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges chuckles at Shades response, agreeing with him 150%. " Yeah  dude, you're totally right. This thing is uglier than sin itself."

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  "Like another person's face or it's face?" Knittens asked, squinting  his eyes at the beast. "Wait... No I see it! ...Ewwww." turning away  from the strange sight and covers Wool's eyes.  Fascinator was gasping for breathe as he tried to grasp the situation  he was in. He began to slowly back away from the dragon and almost  slipped from awe. "D-Damn..." Fasci triled off in thought of the  concept of death.

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin shakes the dumb fear off the moment she pays attention to  its feature seeing that it was the creature they were wanted from and  gets excited right away. She throws her shades to the ground and takes  out her weapon. " Aww HELL YEA! ITS THE FUCKING BEAST I WAS WAITING  FOR! " She gives out a loud cheer at echoes through all out and jumps  towards the beast with no fear no more. She aims her weapon at the  beast.

K-RO:  Leather Jacket finally prepared the harpoon and carefully aimed at the  ghost. The harpoon was freshly blessed, so this should do some damage.  At least enough to weaken it. Or so he hoped. As it launched, Afrata  look towards the source of the launching noise. Screeching, it dodged  the harpoon and went back into the water, speeding towards the boat,  ramming it hard.  Now the old man and the harpoon were overboard.

 Shades rushed to the side of the boat, trying to get a hold of his  father, "OH FUCK."  A little help may be nice.

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges goes to the father and son duo and tries to help them out.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  She grunts and hops overboard , catching his father. She stabs her  naginata into the side of the boat, not enough to sink it. She stands  on it and hold up his pops, " Hurry the fuck up cramps is a lil  heavy!"  She huffs loudly.

K-RO:  Shades quickly grabs on to Leather Jacket's arm and gets pulled up  into the boat. With him safe, he holds out his hand to help out Stole,  "Hey, thanks."

 Leather Jacket just laid on the ground, trying to catch his breath,  "They did say being a fisherman was the most dangerous job in the  world."

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Knittens crashed against the railing but managed to stay on board,  rubbing his side he tried to make it over to help before the creature  rams the boat again. "Oh nibble nuts...!" he cried out in panic.  Fascinator looked at the harpoon that shot into the yacht and tries to  pull it out.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox nods and takes his hand ,letting her namesake shift back. " No  probs..he okay?" She climbs back aboard. "Thanks man"  she said as she  stretched.

K-RO:  "He'll live," Shades replied, "Not like he's new to this."

SAIYAN:  "Alright fuck this guy. Let's get him Wristband" Undershirt yelled as  he tranformed his namesake into his spiked flail and jumped off the  boat, flying towards the ghost.

 Wristband nodded her head and followed suit, transforming her namesake  into butterfly swords and attacking the creature as well.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Stole nodded and cracked her knuckles, "Fair enough." She lets her  namesake shift back and she readys herself.

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges stays quiet and attacks the creature with force.

 Bobby Pin attack the creature, forgetting that it was at her side.

GAMER-GODDESS:  Thigh High transformed her namesake into her rapier before she also  flew towards the ghost, aiming straight for what she assumes was it's  jugular.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox  decides to join the clusterfuck and runs to the end of the deck  before jumping off. She aimed her naginata  mid air and swung  downwards towards the ghost.

(( OOC: http://dcmissionaries.boards.net/thread/125/ghost-afrata For those not in the skype chat, here you go! The highest roll for the ghost is 17. If you get the range of 18 and over you hit the ghost! ))

ZAKUTAKU:  Welp, it was fight time. Grabbing the BF, Pack took a good hold of it,  aimed it towards the beast and...

ZAKUTAKU:  Nothing. Nada. Empty lighter plus can of full axe body spray equals a  slightly more tolerable smelling boat. Nonetheless, Pack was peeved.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator pulled out the harpoon and shrugged. May as well try  throwing it. But the moment he lifted it the harpoon's weight caused  his balance to shift, causing him to fall over pathetically. God damn  it, Fasci.

SAIYAN:  "Damn it! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Undershirt yelled as he jumped back up  and lunged at the ghost. He build up momentum on his mace and swung  down.

 Wristband followed her brother's lead and slashed at the ghosts with  her swords

K-RO:  The first barrage of attacks were whiffed by Afrata, swimming around  quickly before going under to avoid most attacks. Once it breached it  went back to the fishing boat, keen on sinking it, circling it  viciously.

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges takes a moment to breath before taking another swing towards  the beast. However once he takes the swing, he notices the beast  circling around the ship that he was in. His face turn white and  starts to shake in panic, seeing it closer to them made him want to  kill it faster.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox misses and squeaks, falling into the water. She treads water to  get to the boat, avoiding the beast, "Why meee" She swims up to the  ghost and she uses it as a stepping stool, jumping back onto the boat.  "Noooooope"

GAMER-GODDESS:  "Get back here and fIGHT ME!" Thigh High bellowed as she attempted to  downward thrust the ghost a la Zelda 2, but basic physics were against  her as she aimed too high and hit the water with a loud smack.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  She hears the splash and she growns, "not again.." Fox looks at Thigh  High , "You must be shitting me.." She rolls her eyes and dives back  in, swimming over to thigh high with a life preserver she found  hanging up. "YO CHICK I DON'T HONESTLY WANNA SAVE C'MERE"

ZAKUTAKU:  Ok, for real this time. Aiming BF at the beastie, Pack started up the  stream of Axe and flicked on the lighter, a small jet of stream coming  out and going right towards the deep fucker. Score one for the boys  back home. That's what people usually said, right? Right. Either way,  Pack got in a hit and he was proud of himself.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator spotted Knittens on the fishing boat that the ghost was  sinking and all bets were off. The rage of his young cousin about to  be killed fuels his sudden burst of strength as he dived into the  ocean with the harpoon. Swimming with all his strength, it took not  time at all to reach the ghost.  "Even if it's one hit..!" He mutters as he stabs the harpoon in it's  side, making sure he twists it inside before pulling it out. Realizing  he's in the water with a giant dragon he quickly swims back to the  fishing boat and waves for help.  Knittens spots his cousin and he grabs another life preserver and  throws it down.  "Hold on Fasci! I need to get some rope to let you up!"

K-RO:  If it was a bull, it would of been bucking furiously as it tried to  get Undershirt and Wrsitband off its back. Once those two were gone,  it once more circled the boat, dodging most subsequent attacks the  angels were throwing. It backed off when BF's flamed grazed it. It  didn't really appreciate that, but it didn't appreciate the sudden  harpoon even more.  Afrata then went on the offensive, speeding off for Fascinator and  launching him into the air. Luckily for him, there was a soft surface  where he would land on doing minimal to no damage at all.

MLLERMANDA:  Bobby Pin lands into the water and the water stings her body. She  swims in the ocean and tries to go back to the yacht, doing a terrible  job on fighting the ghost.

 Gauges sighs happily at this, seeing that everyone was able to take  out the scary ghost. However, he looks up and notices a human launched  off by the beast. He stares at the kid, being glad that it was him  that was launched off by the monster.

SAIYAN:  Undershirt's anger was rising. That ghost just wouldn't go down. It  was almost like it was toying with them. "HOW DARE YOU?! YOU THINK  THIS IS A GAME?!!" he yelled as a bright light encased him, fading to  a yellow aura. His eyes blue and blond hair. "HAAAAA" He yelled as he  flew back down and swung his flail, striking the ghost as hard as he  could.

 Wristband just blinked at her brother's display, but followed his lead  and slashed at the ghost herself, concentrating on trying to hit any  weak points.

GAMER-GODDESS:  "Oi, if you don't have anything nice to say then don't bother." Thigh  High rolled her eyes as she forcefully pushed the life preserver  around Fox and swam them both back to the boat. "NOW ISN'T THE TIME TO  START SHIT, PAL!" She yelled as she climbed to the highest point of  the boat only to repeat her previous action with the same  unsatisfactory results.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox crosses her arms and she climbs up with her, "Fiiiine." She  gets  the water out of her ear and she runs at the ghost to miss yet again.

K-RO:  Seeing that the ghost was being overwhelmed by the Angels, HP began  preparing a harpoon of his own. One that will stay attached to the  machinery. As he aimed, he fired, piercing the ghost clean through  it's body. Not being able to do much in its weakened state, Afrata was  now being dragged back to the yacht.

ZAKUTAKU:  Pack's palms were a tad bit sweaty. Knees slightly weak and arms  heavy. The coffee was starting to wear off a bit already. But he had  one last can of axe on him. He HAD to be cool guy now. Taking a good  look at the dragged ghost, The heavenbent got a running start with  what reserved energy he had and jumped off the boat, Trigger happy  with his flames as he jabbed at whatever he could. "REPENT OR SOME  SHIT, FUCKERMOTHER," He spurted out, before plopping into the ocean,  surfacing back up to see if he actually managed to blaze the beastie.

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges jumps in joy, seeing the beast was taken out by Pack. It was  amazing to watch.  " PACK, YOU DID IT! Your the hero dude~"

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Knittens dropped the rope down but too late as his guardian was thrown  off into the distance. Tears swelled in his eyes and the sniffles  began over his cousin's presumed death.  Fasci couldn't scream because his whole being was frozen in fear, and  as he flew he landed  back on the shore where a truck full of pillows  happened to crash and leave a giant mound of pillows. He started to  scream bloody hell when he realized he was alive with no broken bones  or harm. Fascinator holds the harpoon in victory as he goes back to  the shore line to watch the battle from afar.  "FUCK ME...! KNITTENS HOLD ON!" Grabbing the harpoon again he swam  back to the ship in panic. Well atleast he's getting exercise.

SAIYAN:  Undershirt panted a bit before flying to the boat and landing. His  aura faded away as his eyes and hair went back to normal. Wristband  followed suit and landed next to him. Se would have to learn how to do  that.

 Meanwhile, Bowtie peered over the bottom of the window.

 "It looks like those angels managed to do it" She said to HP.

K-RO:  The holy flames set fire to the ghost. It then started to bloat where  it exploded right afterwards.  HP dramatically arched backwards, burying his face in his hands and  slowly fell to the floor.

 "I H AD IT. I HAD IT RIGHT THERE AAAAAAAAAAh." He wept a little bit  before proclaiming, "I need a drink."

K-RO:  The bell tolled and 15 coins fell from the heavens, all landing on  Undershirt's head. That's for breaking canon.

 "Nice work Angels. I'll be taking those," said Shades as he began  picking up the coins. But Shades didn't even do anything, What a lazy  man.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  Fox crawls back on the deck and she flops on the floor, putting a  thumb in the air before she let her hand flow with her, "eeehhhh.."  She groaned in response.

SAIYAN:  "Oww..." Undershirt said as she twitched on the ground. On the bright  side, all of the water that came up on the deck washed all the junk  off and it no longer smelled like Wristband.

 "Hp, has anyone ever told you how much of a nerd you are?" Bowtie  asked. What goes around comes around I suppose.

K-RO:  HP stared at Bowtwie, "They've told me so many times," he said.  "It's not fair, though," He said in a childish tone. He really wanted  that ghost.

MLLERMANDA:  Gauges stands back and sees the others chatting among with each other.  Guess things are time and it's time to go back home for a brand new  day. He gives out a light uncomfortable smile before he puts his  weapon away and heads off home.

 Bobby Pin ends up seeing the angels winning and that made her angry.  Her skin was burning, her head was rushing but if anyone should be  made at themselves, it should be the demons. They should had known  what they were doing with the ghost and do a better job at it.

 She rages out of anger from the water and was able to climb back to  the yacht. She gets her stuff, steals some more shrimps from the yacht  and leaves.

CRACKEMWALNUTS:  Fascinator was literally exhausted from swimming to the fishing boat  but hugged the crying Knittens and petted his head.  "Shhhh... I'm fine, see? No dying today." he soothes as he puts Wool  in the boy's hands.  "You want ice cream? C'mon lets go get some ice cream when we go home.  Oh by the way who's harpoon is this?" Fasci asked out loud and raising  it so people could see.  Knittens perked up a bit while he heard ice cream and calmed his  crying down.  "Before I forget... Knittens why did you lie about volunteering?"  Oh shit.

ZAKUTAKU:  Swimming back to the boat,  Pack got aboard, uniform soaked alongside  the BF. Thank fuck he got the metal BF instead of the wooden one.  Shaking off whatever water was on him, Pack took a look behind him to  see- HOLY SHIT, IT WAS FUCKING DEAD. HE ACTUALLY KILLED ONE OF THEM??  For the first time in a while, Pack was actually surprised like. Holy  shit. He actually did something important.  "I... I killed it...??" He  said, shocked that he managed to get the finishing blow on the deep  fucker. "Wow I.... WOW. Three cheers for us, eh?"

GAMER-GODDESS:  Finally re-submerging, Thigh High's head popped up on the side of the  boat opposite to all the action, "HEY, DID WE WIN OR WHAT!?" She  called as she swam back to the boat for the second time today.

GAMER-GODDESS:  *re-emerging

K-RO:  Leather Jacket took the harpoon from Fascinator and began cleaning any  ghost slime off it, "Ese sera mio, gracias."

 Shades went to Pack, trying to pick him up in celebration but holy  shit this kid was too heavy for him. He patted his head regardless,  "I'm so proud of you!"

ZAKUTAKU:  Hearing Thigh-High's voice, Pack went over to the direction the angel  was heading and handed out BF as a support she could grab onto.

ZAKUTAKU:  "Yeah, we did, surprisingly!" Pack answered the angel's question,  helping her aboard. "I... made it explode?" Cool in both theory and in  practice, Pack was honestly surprised

ZAKUTAKU:  Granted, the beastie was weakened from the efforts of the other  angels, but hey, finishing blow bragging rights! Freaking out a bit at  the attempted pick up, Pack accepted said pat to the head  as Shady  congratulated him. "Eh, piece of piss. Granted, I probably would've  been dead if you guys didn't soften him up, but still! Another victory  for the good guys, yeah?" He said with a small, yet genuine smile ,  which is considered a rare thing to see if  one knew Pack. Congrats,  Shady. You witnessed history today.

GAMER-GODDESS:  "You know ghosts, they always have to go out in a blaze of glory." She  smirked as she planted her feet back on the boat. " Congrats on  killing it, dude!" Thigh High exclaimed as she slapped Pack's back.  "Are we done here? Though, this smell is still just as bad, if not  worse than before!"

OFFICERCOFFINCAT:  "Congrats Pack! " Was that a smile? Ew fox stop that you have no soul  that's not what mean girls do. She rings out her hair and her skirt ,"  ugh I need a shower and an orgasm after this " Fox stretched and  yawned.

ZAKUTAKU:  Hey, congratulatory praises. It's... been a good while since he heard  stuff like that. Work sucks most of that joy away due to asshole  fuckwad idiot customers and a work crew about as useful as  crowdfunding the third Reich, but hey, Pack was happy. Cute people  were congratulating him and he soaked in that positivity.