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Dark Side of the Moon
Jake Lockley X "I" f!reader
Word Count: 3k +
Tags: SFW, domestic fluff, pregnancy mentioned. Established marriage between the reader and the Moon Knight system. Romance, protective Jake Lockley being a soft girl dad (melting), tending to hottie's wounds.
I've yapped about this years ago on another account of mine and felt brave enough to post about it. It's cute ash, different AU from my last fanfic for Jake :3 I blushed a lot while editing this...
I had grown accustomed to the presence of my husbands in the same body. Steven, my first love. The sweet-eyed, gentle, and funny gift shop clerk who went on tangents about ancient Egyptian history over coffee. Then it was Marc, who I fell deeper for and worshiped. A stubborn, strong, and calculated man who put others before himself. Both phases of the same beautiful face, but only one remained uncharted.Â
The dark side of my moon- Jake Lockley.
The cold-blooded killer, the brute, the one who took over to fight. Loose descriptions came in coded messages to me from both my loves in conversation. His presence is even rarer around me. In the first instance, he was there, I couldnât help but feel I was sharing a bed with a stranger, his presence cold and distant. Come morning, his half of the bed was empty. I found him on the couch fast asleep. And when the sun rose, Marc did too, and greeted me with apologies and tender kisses, begging for my forgiveness.Â
And I was okay with that. I didnât expect anything from him. I had two loves in my life that doted on me away from mission work. As long as Jake guaranteed their safety, I was okay with being strangers.Â
This urgency grew stronger once I found out I was pregnant.Â
We were thrilled. It was Marc who lay with me when I conceived. After two weeks away together, we were blessed with twins. He lifted me by my waist and held me in the air, praising me. In another phase, Steven wept tears of joy and wouldnât stop kissing my stomach. That crusty old bird of a god tried to keep us apart, but the two were crafty enough with their words to get time away for Steven to be home just in time for Hanukkah. Iâd be due three weeks following. The second time Jake appeared, it had me worried for the remainder of the year.Â
I was fifteen weeks along, assuming Iâd have Steven or Marc returning to me. On a whim, I had decided to slip into something sexier. A lacey, black, frilly thing with a matching thong and silk robe. I checked the mirror and cradled my small bump, fixing a crease in my reddened lips. Candles cast a warm glow onto the room, and I smiled at myself in satisfaction.Â
âYour daddies are almost home, darlings.â I said warmly, âMind your head.âÂ
I snorted at my own terrible joke but stopped at the sound of a key turning in my front doorâs lock. I gasped and scuttled over to the bed, sitting at the edge. My hand found the remote to dim the lights, letting some soft music play in the background. Arousal filled me as the door creaked open. I turned my head away, pretending to act demure.
The door shut with a low click.Â
At first, I thought it was Steven with how much gentleness was in the shut.Â
âWhoâs there?â I joked, smiling, âIs that you, daddy?âÂ
No response. I heard all seven locks on the door click with quick hands. Something else was bottled beneath the handle.Â
I waited, straining to listen for another noise. A jacket was hung on the coat rack, but it fell to a crumpled heap against the floor.Â
â... Everything alright, darling?âÂ
 More silence.Â
Footsteps fell against the hardwood, and I saw the shell of my husband pass by the doorway without looking at me once. His eyes were glazed over, expressionless, and dim. Fatigue slumped on his shoulders.Â
âOh shit.â I said softly, âJake? Is that you?âÂ
I quickly wrapped the silk robe around myself and waddled after him, attempting to maintain some form of distance. He dared not to enter the master bathroom, but instead walked towards the first aid kit in the water closet down the hall.Â
âOye.â I said softly, âJake, mirame. Mirame, por favor.âÂ
I noticed his shirt. The black fabric was caked against his skin, a sticky substance curling its way up to his neck and behind his ears, in his hair. My stomach turned suddenly, as I realized why the pungent smell of iron filled my nose.Â
He was covered in blood. His own, or someone elseâs, I couldnât tell.Â
Jake turned to me slowly then. There was a yellowed bandage over the bridge of his nose. His blackened eyes stared through me, as he swallowed hard. A cut over his brow bled profusely into his lashes. There was a split on his lip and a hand pressed to his side. Nothing deadly, but enough for bloodshed. My heart sank at the sight of him. He grimaced, barely managing to even look below my eyeline.Â
âDeberĂas irte a dormir ahora.â Jake said in an unreadable tone, before turning into the bathroom. I knew what was coming next. A door shut in my face and a cold bed. I took a chance and grabbed his wrist.Â
He flinched then, turning back at me with widened eyes. I placed my hand over his wrist and shook my head.Â
âEstĂĄs seguro aquĂ conmigo querido.â I said, holding a sob in the back of my throat, âPromento.âÂ
Jake sighed heavily, his eyes soon looking down to my stomach. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to put the pieces together.Â
â... CuĂĄntos meses?â Jake gruffed, his hand not yet grabbing onto mine. I smiled back at him and led him to our room.Â
âQuince semanas.â I said warmly, despite my heart racing a million miles an hour,Â
âVamos a limpiarte en nuestra habitaciĂłn. Hay mĂĄs espacio para nosotros allĂ.â
Jake exhaled a low breath, as I imagined him calculating how long it had been since we last spoke. Or lack thereof.Â
âEllas son del tamaño de mangos ahora.â I mentioned, pausing the music with one hand. Thankfully the candles in our bedroom had short wicks. Jakeâs eyes glanced over to the bed, but he didnât comment.Â
âÂżEllos son?â He muttered to himself.Â
âSi, gemelas.â I replied, running the hot water, âLas niñas estĂĄn sanas, el mĂ©dico se sorprendiĂł de cĂłmo... ÂżCĂłmo se dice?âÂ
I turned around, and he was gone. I clicked my tongue and shook my head.Â
âAaaaaaaaand heâs gone.âÂ
His footsteps shuffled faster back into the bathroom with a large bag in his hands.Â
âNo, I never leave.â He said sternly, flicking the plastic bag open loudly, âLimpiaste los pisos demasiado bien para que yo los arruine.âÂ
I laughed a little. Itâs not what he said, itâs the way he said it. He almost appeared shocked at my statement. We stayed there until every bandage was on his face, and every drop of blood was scrubbed off. Midnight lingered closer, as I slipped into something more comfortable. I yawned, watching him in the mirror reflection brush his teeth. His eyes glanced at his reflection- the boys were talking to him, what their conversation was, I hadnât a clue. I was too sleepy to say anything more, curling up on my side.Â
The lights clicked off, and the only light came from the moon peeking from our blackout curtains. I yawned, trying to find some sort of comfort in the nest of pillows above the mattress.Â
He walked past me, I assumed, to the couch. But he didnât. I lay on my side facing the window, watching him crawl in to face me.Â
His dark eyes were half-lidded with fatigue as he settled in the bed beside me, making quick work of the covers, barely leaving any for himself, the rest to me. Jakeâs damp curls pressed against the pillow. I smiled at him, seeing pale light form over the side of his face, the other half concealed in shadows. Even when he was a bit grouchy, it still made me happy to see him. He flopped back on the bed, nearly launching me off my end just to fluff up his pillow. He muttered in annoyance about Stevenâs big head squishing it inward, leaving his neck stiff. There was so much more I wanted to say in the moment until he spoke again.
âNo te acostumbres.â Jake uttered, sniffing loudly, âDejĂ© que me bañaras, ahora necesitas dormir.â I hummed, wrapping my arm around under my pillow, still looking at him.Â
âÂżQuĂ©? ÂżPor quĂ© me estĂĄs mirando?â Jake asked in an annoyed tone. My dangerously sleep-deprived self started laughing. Â
âCreo que nuestras chicas tendrĂĄn tu ceño fruncido.â I scrunched my nose, imitating his furrowed brow. Jake scoffed, turning around to face away from me. He pouted then, not saying anything else to me.Â
âAyâŠ.CĂĄlmate, estaba bromeando.â I said softly, âMe gusta. Me gusta en ti-âÂ
âVe a dormir.â Jake said coolly.Â
My smile faded. I wouldâve turned around, but it was less comfortable on that end of the mattress. I wasnât sure if it was hormones or fatigue, but I felt tears well in my eyes. He wasnât looking for tenderness, and I feared saying anything more would make him go to the couch. I desperately wanted to reach out and wrap my arms around him, kiss him, anything. But only words could comfort him now.Â
âGracias por volver a mi.â
Jakeâs gaze narrowed back over me, drinking in the sight of me in darkness. His eyes softened. His hands were calloused, shifted away from your touch in hopes heâd harm you, the way he used them to draw blood for an ancient old bird.Â
âBuenas noches.â He uttered, turning away from me, as I drifted off to sleep.Â
An hour or two passed as we fell asleep, and a gentle rain had fallen over the house. My sleep was tainted with odd, realistic dreams. It began a week prior, supposedly normal, but the madness was interrupted by a loud bang. I flinched awake with a gasp, looking up for the source. Jake shot up, his shadow covering me, with a knife in hand. I hadnât even noticed him tucking it beneath his pillow. His free hand, instinctually, pressed against my stomach, protecting me and our girls.
âÂĄQuĂ© mierda?!â Jake growled, searching in the darkness for a threat that wasnât there.
âBaby, babyâŠâ I muttered without thinking, âMĂrame. Jake- It was a car.â I said groggily, âDarling- Er-â I cleared my throat, âEra un coche-âÂ
Jake exhaled and shook his head, âI canât do this.âÂ
His hand was slipping away from my stomach, making my heart sink.Â
âÂżAdĂłnde vas?â I asked in a panicked voice, âPor favor quĂ©date-âÂ
Jake shook his head, grabbing a shirt from the chest of drawers across the room. Tears began to fill my eyes. He wasnât running because he was angry. It was because he was scared shitless. I rose from the bed, following him.Â
âMe voy a otro lugar donde pueda dormir en paz.â Jake stammered, âI canât be this for you. You have Steven, and Marc, isnât that enough?!âÂ
Tears began rolling down my face as I took his hands in mine. A familiar fluttering of two pairs of feet rippled through my center, as I placed his hands on my belly. Jake froze, the whites of his eyes growing wider at the feeling.Â
âYou have every right to be here as they do.â I sniffled, âThey know who you are. Iâve told them. I told them you fight for what you love. For who you love. Weâre all here, baby. Nothingâs gonna hurt us. Just please, please donât leave me alone tonight.âÂ
I sniffled loudly, pressing his hand into my skin. Kicks rolled beneath his palm, and a heavy sigh left his lips. Jakeâs gaze went down to the life inside of me. I folded, a combination of hormones, fatigue, and fear, as my head rested against his shoulder. He remained frozen, not returning my embrace.Â
âIâve loved you, Jake.â I said, âPlease, donât leave. I always have. You deserve to feel safe here. I promise nothing here will hurt us.âÂ
Jakeâs eyes fluttered shut, as I felt the weight of his head press against mine. He wrapped his arms around me, a shuddering breath signaling tears. He wou;dnât admit crying in the moment, despite the snap of them falling in his words.Â
âI believe you, querida.â His voice cracked, âI wonât go anywhere. Iâm right here, no llores. Por favor? No llores, querida.âÂ
His hands ran through my hair, rubbing my back in circles.
It took me a few moments to collect myself after his words, as we walked side by side to bed together. We exchanged little words after that, drifting into a dreamless sleep. I only remember how he felt then, covering my womb with his hand, and spooning me from behind. He snored softly on his side, and thatâs when I knew it was going to be okay.Â
I woke up that next morning to Marc, who comforted me in ways Jake was unable to express himself in. He was angry, but I wasnât. It was the most Jake had ever spoken to me. I didn't anticipate hearing from him long after the girls were born.Â
I was wrong.Â
Two nights before Hanukkah, I received word my love would be home. Out of excitement, I planned an entire feast at home. However, that turned out to be easier said than done- one sheet, everything gets baked. Doesnât get easier than that, right? Wrong.Â
Brain fog made me forget to start a timer, and by the time I finished getting ready, the smoke alarm was enough to remind me that I royally burned everything to a crisp.Â
I waddled around, fanning the stench of burned food out of the kitchen, trying to withhold tears. He wouldnât mind- whoever I came home to, they would understand and probably get takeaway. After months apart, takeaway sounded infuriating. I inhaled loudly, fanning smoke away from the alarm, the noise so blaring I hadnât noticed the usual clink and groan of the front door opening, or my husband watching me with a hand against the wall, waiting for me to notice he was there.Â
And when I did, I flinched. He was less a ghost of a man when our eyes met. His sharp, dark eyes creased into a tender smile. A part of his nose scrunched beneath another fresh bandage across its bridge. He drops his bag, placing his hands on his hips. He was here. He was banged up and bruised, but he was alive. In his hands, he had a bouquet of white lilies under one arm. My heart began to sing at the very sight. Weâd have a few months of bliss before he would leave again. Suddenly, dinner didnât matter anymore. My precious cargo arrived before the holiday season.Â
âBaby!â I exclaimed, âYouâre home! Youâre here- a lot sooner! I-âÂ
I waddled up to him and wrapped him in my arms. He held me tightly as if I was life itself, a warm chuckle reverberating through him.Â
âAy, pobrecita. ÂżQuĂ© pasĂł aquĂ?â Jake mused, âI come in and you nearly burn the house down.âÂ
I laughed nervously, trying to speak my way through the discomfort of much larger babies fluttering and kicking inside of me, âIâm so sorry. I totally fucked up dinner, I was trying to do something special for us andâŠ. God, Iâm running on my last brain cells. They need to get out⊠AndâŠHow long have you been standing there?âÂ
âEhhhâŠ.â Jake sucked his teeth, âAbout a minute, really.âÂ
I hid my face and shook my head, as he cooed.Â
âMy poor mami, come here thenâŠâ
Jake pulled me in by my waistline into a passionate kiss, the kind that hits straight to my core, making the girls leap and flutter as well. My eyes closed shut, kissing back softly as my arms wrapped around his neck. There are notes of iron and cologne in the kiss, his lips soft and tender. Jake pressed his lips to mine, over and over again, soon pepering my face in even smaller, more ticklish kisses, making me giggle.Â
He knelt down with a grunt, sighing.Â
âSĂ, sĂ, te escucho,â Jake said in a higher-pitched voice, placing his gloved hands on my even larger bump. He pressed his forehead against my skin, as I ran my hands through his hair.
âThere you are, my three favorite girls.â He cooed, pulling up my sweater to kiss my bare skin, noting a faint bruise on my stomach, âAy, no. Have they been giving you trouble?âÂ
âNo!â I laughed, âThatâs not from them, itâs something else I bumped into. I have zero spatial awareness.â Blush fell over my cheeks, unable to contain my excitement, âTheyâve been waiting for you. Four more weeks.âÂ
Jake let out a low whistle of approval, âPerfecto.âÂ
His smile was so tender upon you, as he rose to his feet.Â
âI hope they have your smile.â You say softly, âI want to see them in you.âÂ
Jake shook his head, âEh, not my mug. I want them to take after you anyways.âÂ
âWhyâs that?â I asked, tilting my head.Â
âBecause.â Jake pouted, âNo more questions. I have something for you.âÂ
He held up a bouquet of white lilies in newsprint, their fragrance filling my nose. I smiled giddily, holding them close.Â
âI couldnât come home empty-handed.â Jake pressed another kiss to my cheek, âI mean, especially after last timeâŠâÂ
âTheyâre beautiful, my dear.â I grinned. He began to squint at my carnage concealed by a worn-out dish towel. I dropped my shoulders, surveying the mess. He hummed, wrapping his arms around me, beneath my stomach.Â
âA verâŠâ Jake said, âIt canât be that bad, baby. Hmm?âÂ
I shook my head, snickering, âJake, I adore you, but itâs terrible, please don't look at it.âÂ
âCome on!â Jake insisted, âWhat, a little more sauce, some tortillas, and-âÂ
I peeled the dishcloth away to reveal the charred mess of chicken and vegetables. Jake ate his own words, his lower lip quivering.Â
âSee!â I began to wheeze, tears filling my eyes, âI told you it was bad!âÂ
âNo!â He crooned, âNo itâs not-âÂ
I began laughing, unable to stop giggling as he stuttered.Â
âWell, you didnât burn all of it-â Jake said, trying not to laugh, âI mean, look at this piece of chicken here-âÂ
It was more ash than meat at that point, the sensation of it crumbling taking us both out. My face felt hot, as I was laughing. Jake boisterously cackled, hugging me tighter to keep me from falling back.Â
âI fucking told you!â I wheezed, pressing myself into him, âFucking hell, Iâm sorry, baby-âÂ
âMy poor mess.â Jake mused, coughing, âHere⊠Tell you what, I can make dinner.âÂ
He looked exhausted, a familiar shade of purple falling beneath his eyes.Â
âDarling.â I pleaded, âI donât mind calling for takeout.âÂ
âEh!â He scoffed, âWhat does anyone know about cooking? No one needs to come to bother us at the house and marvel at the burnedâŠ. Erm⊠Glazed smell that graces these halls.âÂ
I cackled, shaking my head, âWell, what are you gonna do?âÂ
Jake kissed my forehead, before pulling my kitchen chair over.Â
âYou keep me company, and we can figure it out. You bring ideas, Iâll make it. What do you want, querida? Dime.âÂ
I slowly parked myself into the cushioned chair, only thinking of one thing I hadnât had in months.Â
âTostadas.â I smiled, âThe girls and I want tostadas.âÂ
He nodded, âThatâs my girl. Itâs done!âÂ
He proceeded to keep me from lifting a finger, finding what we had in the fridge, thankfully was plenty enough for us both. With each burner activated on the stove, I watched him work as he stripped off his shirt to only the white tank top beneath. He spoke to me tenderly, loose details about missions, catching glances of me to smile or chase me away from helping. His attention perked at the sight of me adjusting my breasts in the maternity bra, making me wonder what would happen later in the evening.Â
The dark side of my moon made its new phase, but I wasnât afraid of the darkness any longer. That quiet darkness, with an unfiltered laugh and protective hands until dawn, kept all sense of fear I had before gone for good.Â
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Iâm going feral. You know what? Iâm finishing my Eddie Munson fanfic. Idgaf anymore. I am cringe but I am free.
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Besos De Fuego
Jake Lockley X Y/N F!reader (And totally not a self-indulgent piece)
Word Count: 8k+ (It is never that serious, but then again, it's my baby daddy we're talking about)
Warnings/Tags: NSFW, 18+. Some cursing. Alcohol usage. Rich daddy's girl x bodyguard dynamic and sexual tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Steamy makeout session, dry humping, cumming in pants.
Full disclosure, I've been chicken to post all my smuts, but while summer keeps me from work, I might as well. I am also trying to work on my relationship with learning Spanish, so if there are any corrections I need to make, please let me know. :) Might also write a part two, just LMK! Have fun with my goodies under the Keep Reading tab!
Saturdays always included too many drinks and dancing till sunrise with your girlfriends. Youâd hop between your local haunts and turn out on the floor like no one was watching. Like clockwork, youâd sneak away into dark corners with handsome strangers. The faces varied, where the night would take you both was as much of a wild card. You liked living dangerously that way.Â
Youâd end up in their car, sometimes their place or yours. It was a game to you, simply put. Once the sun rose, it was like nothing happened. Youâd grab your clothes off the floor and creep back into your fatherâs highrise early enough for a shower and breakfast with your father and his pestering questions.Â
Tonight was different for several reasons. You needed to put on a show of having it all, feigning formality for the elites. Your least favorite thing. Champagne wouldnât be enough to drone out the insufferable conversations between your fatherâs business partners.Â
However, no amount of previous routine would ever prepare you for the lap youâd fall into tonight. Let alone, in the lap of your personal bodyguard.Â
At midnight, you found yourself straddling the lap of Jake Lockley, as his brutal hands braced on your hips, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress, as if he was so afraid to lose you. You felt their bruising grip pinch into your skin. His fingertips, capable of so much brutality, pressed into your thighs and hips with immense pressure.
This was the same Jake Lockely that couldnât stand being in the same room as you, kissing you so intensely you could barely breathe. His lips tasted as if heaven was full of tobacco and spearmint fields. Your lips returned each kiss with a desperate sort of hunger. Behind your eyes, you traced his stubbled jawline in perfect darkness from memory alone, as you held him in your space. The sensation of his hands running up your waist made you gasp. You pulled away a moment, gasping for breath. You looked down at the seat beneath you, realizing that his damned flat cap had fallen off from all the action. It was the only thing you could focus on, as your trembling hands smoothed the new wrinkles on his shirt collar. Your heart raced as you observed his swollen lower lip, stained with your dark red lipstick. Questions were clouding your thoughts at this entire affair, feeling yourself fall deeper as you loomed over him. Jakeâs gloved hand gripped onto your chin, pulling you to face him.Â
His partially obscured face was no longer a mask of intimidation, as he too, was breathless. You made the rookie mistake of pulling away too soon. Your head was spinning, making you feel dizzier than any mixed drink you had the entire night.Â
âDonât stop now.â Jake demanded, barely able to catch his breath.
The demand feinged an intimidating front, but you saw right through it. Jake was unfurling before you, and fell gentler on your ears like a prayer in the night, his final plea as if he feared losing you forever. A ghost of a smile shimmered over his lips, as his rich eyes looked deeply into yours.Â
âAre you scared, y/n?â He asked you again. His mismatched pupils seemed to twitch and ebb in delight at the sight of you. It was like staring into a roaring fire seconds from consuming you.Â
âI wonât.â you said in response, âI wonât stop.âÂ
And to think, this whole incident started over a goddamn dress.Â
Your father was in bouts of legal trouble, to no oneâs surprise. There were connections and business ventures he had that you took initiative to never find out about. This was yet another consequence, but things were getting serious again.Â
The first time, it was your mother. You were the last flower in his life left. Your brothers were busy in the Miami and New York branches, and it was just you two in London.Â
England was a far cry from the California sunsets you grew accustomed to. Romping around Europe wasnât a complete punishment- at least, not until someone had attempted to take you for ransom.Â
Enter Jake Lockley.Â
He crept into your life as easily as fog on a London morning. You protested any way you tried to your father, but it was clear this was nothing heâd change his mind about. Jakeâs entire purpose was to protect you, and you alone. And he made sure every second to remind you of that.Â
Your friends were terrified of him, and he was a buzzkill on girls nightâs out. Not to mention that men turned the other way the second he made his presence known.Â
And there was no doubt in your mind that he terrified you too.Â
Upon your first meeting, the alarm bells rang in your mind that he wasnât just some fool off Craigâs list.Â
He was injured. There was a bandage on his nose, a few scuffs on his cheeks. Scars riddled his neck from previous fights. It was the only time he removed that fucking flat hat, to introduce himself to you. He had a head of thick black curls that were pushed back with almost a little too much gel. You wondered how his hair looked without any of that crap in it, wondering about the man beneath it. He looked like an extra bruiser from Goodfellas with that get-up. You smirked, wondering if you could shop for him to at least look the part of being YOUR guard (which never seemed to work out.) The Spanish you remembered using only a handful of times in adolescence came through, as you shook his gloved hand. Jakeâs near black eyes bore into your soul, making you shift your weight uncomfortably in your legs, making you walk faster away from the first meeting.Â
Blood was roaring in your ears. You couldâve sworn you smelled it on your hands after shaking his hand, something metallic mixed in with the leather.Â
âItâs from his steering wheel.â your father had reassured you, âHeâs a limo driver and uses them often.âÂ
Your fatherâs eyes darted as he said these words. There was no doubt that Jake was a dangerous man. A stubborn one, at that.Â
You were irritated at the beginning of the summer, that he was so adamant on keeping you out of the best parties of Europeâs elite. You remember being so angry with him, you threw a vase at his head, but the son of a bitch caught it. And not only that⊠He laughed. And that pissed you off even more.
But in the end, you always got your way, much to his demise. As far as you knew, he saw you as a spoiled brat with daddyâs money burning a hole in your pocket. And you made sure to revel in it every second you fought about it. There was one little vein on his forehead that would pulsate if you really ground his gears. It made you laugh, a sadistic way. On other days, the pendulum would swing in his direction, and heâd be the one to piss you off.Â
Tonight was sadly not in your favor. Your father was an hour away from landing to meet you at the gala.
âMaking an impression.â Was always his philosophy. You rolled your eyes at the thought, wondering if you could fake an illness to get out of it.Â
Just hours before the gala, you were carefully picking an outfit for the night. The television buzzed from the other room, in the shared high rise between yourself, Jake, and your father.. Sometimes Jake watched the tv below, but you knew he never really watched. You knew it was to make some noise. And you werenât particular on speaking to him. Not after he tried talking you out of going out five times.Â
And yet, you got your way.Â
You sorted through your dresses, clicking your tongue. Out of the shockingly short frocks that made Jakeâs eye twitch, there were three potentials- a black vintage Christian Dior, a sapphire blue halter, and a scarlet satin dress. You hummed to yourself, weighing each option on the bed. Music played from the tv below, a melody from Pete Rodriguez you knew from memory. If there was one thing about Jake, it was his music taste. His fixation on classics was not lost on you, and the last thing youâd think to complain about.Â
As you bent down to find your red bottom heels, there was a knock on the door.Â
That single, solid knock. Jakeâs fist, in that glove again.Â
âQue paso?â You hummed, flipping your hair up to look back at him.Â
Jake wasnât wearing his hat, or his overcoat for once. He looked as if he was in the middle of ironing his usual button down, wearing nothing but a white tank top with his usual slacks. His muscular, tanned arms stood out to you. You were so used to seeing them covered up, it felt nearly illegal to see him in this state. Dare you say, he was almost relaxed?Â
âEstĂĄs casi listo?â Jake asked in a rushed tone.Â
You raised your brow, âDo I look ready, Jake?âÂ
The resting expression of annoyance graced his face, per usual.Â
âÂżQuiĂ©n viene esta noche?â Jake asked in a neutral tone, leaning on the doorway.Â
âClaudia no puede ir. Tiene gripe estomacal o algo asĂ. En cuanto a Anna, tiene planes. AsĂ que por ahora son sĂłlo Taylor y Giselle.âÂ
âBueno.â Jake nodded, nodding, âY Sebastian?âÂ
âSebastian?â You asked, âEstĂĄ en California, Âżrecuerdas?âÂ
Jake let out an annoyed sigh. The resting frown on his face made it all the more difficult to tell his tone.Â
âÂżCuĂĄl es tu problema con Ă©l? No ha hecho nada para lastimarme.â You said, putting your hands on your hips.Â
âNo puedes confiar en Ă©l.â Jake spoke in a serious tone, âNo tiene tus mejores intereses en el corazĂłn.âÂ
You let out a dry, bitter laugh.Â
âWhat do you know about my heart?â You remarked, turning your back to him, âYou only know how to stomp out my desires with those big ass feet.â Â
âHeâs using you.â Jake said aloud, âHavenât you seen it by now?â Â
You froze as if someone poured ice cold water down your spine.Â
â... So he does speak English.â you observed aloud, before turning to meet him, âDonât tell me youâve known the whole time.âÂ
âAnd whereâs the fun in that?â Jake asked snidely, âWhat if I like the idea of you torturing yourself over all the shit talking youâve done about me to your little friends?âÂ
You laughed, running your hand over your mouth. There was that irritating gleam of amusement in his eyes, shining on the surface like onyx.Â
âBesides, your Spanish needed improvement.â Jake recalled, a subtle accent still lingering on his lips.Â
âNevermind that.â you replied, âWhat did you mean about Sebastian? Not having my best interests?âÂ
âY/N, youâll need to trust me on this. Heâs not a good person.â He said, âIâve seen how he treats others around you, do you really think youâll be an exception?âÂ
âI donât care if Iâm his exception.â You shook your head, âWeâre only friends and I plan to keep it that way. Besides, he hasn't been quick to make a call. What makes you suddenly suspicious?âÂ
âJust keep it in mind.â Jake waved his hand outward, âAnyone whoâs a little too interested in your family affairs isnât to be trusted.â
âOkay!â You huffed, âMain point is, he isnât even in the fucking country! He should be miles and miles away. So donât lose your mind over it, allright?!â
The fact he wasnât elaborating with concrete evidence immediately raised a red flag in the back of your mind. He knew something you didnât. And you hated that.Â
âIs that all?â you asked, your tone coarse.
âFor now.â Jake replied, âYou're getting something to eat beforehand, right?âÂ
âThe gala has a dinner, so noâŠâ you asked, âWhy, were you thinking of joining us?âÂ
You only felt inclined to include him, it was the least you could do after he spent an entire summer dealing with you.Â
âIâm not hungry.â Jake replied, crossing his arms, â But thank you, y/n. I just wanted to make sure you didnât have an incident from an empty stomach after-âÂ
âOh my god.â You groaned, âDonât remind me! I swear I wonât spew in your limo again. Itâs not that kind of party tonight.âÂ
Jake put his hands up as if he were held at gunpoint, looking down, âI just barely got the stain out myself, canât say youâd blame me for asking.âÂ
Your ears were feeling hot- either from embarrassment or the curls that were setting in your hair.Â
âIs that it?â You asked again, your tone a little more irritated than before.Â
âYeah.â Jake nodded, âIâll let you be.âÂ
âPlease.â You begged through a tightened jaw, covering yourself tighter within the feather trimmed robe around your waist. You turned away from him quickly, storming back to your vanity. Your face was looking flushed already, the mere presence of him seemed to trigger such a rage.Â
You huffed a sigh, sitting down at the vanity to begin your makeup for the night. In the reflection, you saw Jake still standing there. Why was he still there?Â
He hesitated to speak at first, looking at the dresses on your bed. You started putting on makeup primer, watching intently as he observed your picks for himself. You shook your head in annoyance.Â
âSee anything you like?â you asked flatly, âOr are you here just to torment me a little more with your questions?âÂ
He observed them, brushing his hand across his chin, as if he were observing fine art. You rolled your eyes.Â
Jake leaned closely, looking at the quality of each fabric. His eyes lingered on the red satin one a little too long. His focus traced the outline, scanning for any flaws, emphasizing it most on the leg slit to the right.Â
His eyes shifted for you; for a moment.Â
Your leg was bouncing under your vanity.Â
âYouâd look best in the blue for tonight.â Jake advised, âThat shade of blue is eye-catching. It compliments you well, this fabric is light for the heat.âÂ
You smiled, âOh, and heâs a fashion consultant suddenly too?âÂ
âI know what looks good on you.â Jake said confidently, âThereâs no doubt you could wear anything you want and still look good. But elegance looks the best on you.âÂ
His eyes darted to the red slip one last time. There was a partial frown of disgust on his face upon it.Â
âAnd youâre not cheap.â He muttered, before storming out of your bedroom, closing the door behind him.Â
You stopped doing your makeup the second he left mouthing, âWhat the fuck?âÂ
As you approached the dress choices again, eyeing that blue halter dress. It was no doubt a favorite of yours. You looked at the red satin dress again, trying to remember exactly what he looked like upon seeing it.Â
He looked at it way too much. Too much for someone to remark it as cheap, in disgust. You paid so much more for it, laughing to yourself at a particularly wicked idea.Â
As you finished your hair and jewelry, there came another knock at your closed door.Â
âY/n?â Jake called, âIâm going to pick up your father from the airport. Then Iâll return and pull to the front. Do you need anything else?âÂ
You looked up from the edge of your bed, fighting the urge to hide the smile in your voice.Â
âNo, you go on without me!â You replied, âIâll meet you out front. I promise I wonât get in trouble in the lobby.âÂ
âAlright then.â Jake muttered, âSee you in a few.âÂ
You waited for the door to shut before you reached for your perfume, dousing yourself in the intoxicating scent. You took off your robe, revealing the red silk thing Jake detested so much. The fabric felt like butter against your skin, as you smoothed over the garnet jewels around your neck. You let out a wicked laugh at the idea of his reaction, before locking up.Â
The faux fur shawl around your shoulders concealed the top half of the revealing spaghetti strap cut, as you took the elevator down to the lobby. Your perfume filled the elevator, casting notes of cocoa and mandarin through the lobby. Everyoneâs heads turned, as some men stumbled to get the doors for you. You smiled beneath crimson lips, standing tall as you walked down to meet Jake at the curb.Â
Jake stepped out of the driverâs side of the limo in his usual uniform- a black jacket with the collar pushed up, his ironed button down, that damn hat and his tie. His focus was on traffic initially before turning to look at you. He stopped at the trunk of the limo before going to the passenger side door to open it for you. Jake slowly lifted his chin, a loud sigh leaving his puffed chest. His hands directly rested on his hips, eyeing you up and down. You bared a flashy grin in response, giving him a slow twirl to show every detail.Â
His eye twitched as he opened the passenger side door, not uttering a word.Â
âThank you, Jake, darling.â You hummed, brushing your hand across his shoulder, âI appreciate your fashion advice.âÂ
You peered inside a moment, finding your father on the phone with consultants from Manhattan.Â
âHi, dad!â you beamed aloud, getting in the car, âI missed you!âÂ
Jakeâs shoulder tensed at your touch, slamming the car door the second you got inside.Â
Before picking up your girlfriends, the drive was deathly quiet. You and your father exchanged greetings and short talks before another phonecall pulled him away. Jake could barely stand to look you in the eye from his rearview mirror. He forced himself to keep focus on the road ahead. That vein was daring to burst from the side of his temple. Your lips settled into a satisfied grin, watching as his hands gripped tightly on the wheel.Â
âEverything okay, Jake?â You asked in an innocent tone.Â
âWhy are you asking when you already know the answer?â Jakeâs voice drawled
You chuckled softly, leaning the weight of your head into one hand, âBecause I like how I get under that tough skin of yours.âÂ
Jake shut his eyes for a moment and shook his head, âI told you what would look well on you. Not this⊠Fucking thing.âÂ
âAnd what about it?â you mused, âWhat is it about this dress in particular?âÂ
âItâs cheap.â Jake remarked, swiping his hand away, âI donât like it on you. No one else needs to be ogling at you. Hasnât your father said anything?â
âLetâs see what the jury decided.â you hummed, âDad, what do you think? Does this look cheap?âÂ
Your father paused, placing his hand over the receiver of his cellphone, âWhat?âÂ
âMy dress, is it cheap for tonight?â you asked louder this time.Â
âYou look gorgeous.â He assured you proudly, âYou look like your mother in this light.âÂ
You smiled slyly, feeling Jakeâs temper grow. Â
âAnd what if I want that?â You asked, leaning forward, âWhat about that bothers you so much, hmm?âÂ
You leaned in the direct frame of his vision in the rearview mirror, tilting your head.Â
âIs there something that you havenât told me?â you asked innocently, âYouâre holding out on me, Mr. Lockley. Honesty goes both ways.âÂ
âIf you keep looking at me that way, Iâm turning this fucking car around to make you change.â Jake said angrily.Â
âOh, please.â you laughed, âYou wouldnât dare. This car is way too damn big. My dads is on his second martini. You spill jin on that suit and itâs your ass thatâs grass. And Besides! The usual route home is closed for instruction. Weâre completely blocked in by other cars. You donât have any way to go.âÂ
Jake cursed under his breath, âPain in the fucking ass, you are.â
You scowled, âExcuse me?!âÂ
âYes, I said it.â Jake turned to face you, rage building in his eyes, âAnd I donât care what it takes. Iâll throw you over my fucking shoulder and walk all the way back to have you change, if you donât stop!âÂ
Your eyes widened, as you sat back in the seat. He wasnât fucking around this time. There was a tremor in his pointed finger that compromised his intimidating front.Â
âThen I wonât look at you at all.â you said coldly.Â
Jake swallowed, forcing his eyes on the road again.
âYou arenât much fun to be around either, you brute.â You sassed, âIâve never met a body guard so worried about their clientâs dress. Really, it should be the other way around, protect me from those who donât avert their eyes. Or are you the only exception to that rule?âÂ
Jake ignored you, turning right onto the street of Taylorâs dwelling. You crossed your arms, slumping back.Â
âSilent treatment it is.â you remarked, âTwo can play at this game.âÂ
His light shifted to a different phase when Taylor was in the car, but it was futile. The tension between you and Jake was so thick, it made it hard to breathe in the back of his limo. You tried to ignore his gaze, as you talked Taylorâs ear off, then Giselleâs.Â
It wasnât until he rolled up the partition, that anyone felt brave enough to address the elephant in the room. Your father was still busy, so it was fine to vent.Â
âY/n, whatâs going on?â Giselle asked, leaning her freshly blown out curls towards you, âSomethingâs off, and it isnât the drinks I pregamed with.âÂ
Taylor glanced up to check if the partition was still in its place, looking back at you with concerned eyes.
You run a finger along the rim of plastic china. Fizzy coke and sweet rum lingered in the glass from the drink you made from the limoâs caddy, but tonight it didnât feel so sweet.Â
âItâs nothing.â You laughed light heartedly, âReally. Itâs a stupid fight between Jake and I as usual. Thatâs what made me late. We were bitching at each other in traffic. You know the deal. âÂ
âNo, it isnât just that.â Taylor added, âHave you seen the way heâs looked at you?âÂ
âLike what?â You asked, looking up at her, âThatâs his stupid face, itâs stuck in that stupid expression. Why? Is he freaking you out?âÂ
Both your girlfriends exchanged looks and leaned in, as if they feared heâd hear.Â
âLike he wants to fucking tear you apart.â Taylor whispered, âAnd not just in a normal, violent way.âÂ
You furrowed your brows in his general direction, as the obnoxious vibration of his music bumping made you tense.Â
âWhat did you fight about, thatâs got him so perturbed?â Giselle tilted her head.Â
Taylor checked over her shoulder again, a swish of her dark hair moving like the surface of water with its sheen.Â
âItâs stupid.â you remarked, âHe didnât want me to wear this dress. So I wore it anyway. I knew he was trying to talk me out of looking cute tonight.âÂ
Giselle raised her brow and exchanged a look with Taylor.Â
âWhat, like heâs your boyfriend suddenly?â Giselle remarked, âBecuase thatâs kind of a red flag, babes. Why is he trying to decide what you do and donât do?âÂ
âNo, itâs not like that!â you blurted, âI mean, he wants to look out for me. In some stupid, twisted way, heâs worried about me looking good⊠He thought this looked too revealing, that something would happen.âÂ
Taylor checked again, you grabbed her hand to pull her back.Â
âDude, stop looking at him!â You seethed under your breath, âHe knows when weâve talked shit about him in Spanish.âÂ
âHe doesnât want to kill you.â Taylor said, âY/N, it looked like he wants to rip that dress off you with his eyes when he picked me up. Think about it. This entire summer? How has he been so protective of you?âÂ
âHe hates me.â You stammered, âHe wouldnât touch me with a ten foot pole. It wasnât just the dress, it was Sebastian too.âÂ
âFor fucks sake.â Giselle shook her head as she took a long dreg of her drink, âHeâs gay, isnât he?âÂ
âWell, bisexual, sure.â You stammered, âBut he doesnât trust him. Something about the way he gets in my affairs. Or whatever? Jake thinks he has some sort of moronic entitlement to the way I live my life. Iâm talking to my dad when this shitâs over, this is getting fucking ridiculous.âÂ
Your head began to hum softly at the sensation of liquor hitting your system. Conversation was calculated between your dearest friends,as you danced around the subject of Jakeâs overwhelming energy. You felt your tongue slowly fall into knots, as you had to hide your gaze away from him.
Minutes later, you noticed something, as you arrived to your destination.Â
You didnât know it just yet, but Jake was slowly losing control over his desire. He opened the door for you with a brisk sweep, extending his hand towards yours. For the sake of face, and the flash bulbs of pretty cameras outside, you smiled at him and took his hand. He watched you with the focus of an apex predator preparing to strike on its prey. Jakeâs dark eyes narrowed at the sight of you, boring into you and making your stomach flip. He may as well have wrapped his hands around your throat for all to see, as his hand carefully supported the small of your waist leaving the car. But it wasnât complete anger, not the kind that made you want to crawl in a corner and curl up.Â
Your stomach turned sour.Â
You had laughed at Taylorâs theory, but she was absolutely right.Â
There was something about the way he looked at you.Â
But even worse was the fact you wanted it.Â
Your head was growing dizzy, and you blamed it on the press until entering The Savoyâs lobby, as security guided you and your friends into the main banquet hall.Â
Standing inches from the entrance, in a blue suit, was Sebastian!Â
He greeted you with a warm smile, as you felt a pang of relief in his presence.Â
âSeb!â you cried, rushing up to him. Taylor and Giselle excitedly followed as you greeted your friend. There was a fresh wash of a tan over his brow and neck, as the gold chain around his neck shimmered against his neck.Â
âHey!â He beamed in that same soft English accent, âMy girls are here!âÂ
You exchanged cheek kisses and looked over your shoulder, and it looked like that blood vessel in Jakeâs neck was going to explode violently.Â
He stared at you as if he wanted to undress you with his eyes over dinner. Periodically, he checked on you during the event. Each time burning more than the last. As a dessert display of chocolate bento was presented at the table, you placed a chocolate between your lips as you placed your gaze back at him.Â
After swearing not to look at him again.Â
You took a bite, sucking out the matcha ice cream. Your lips wrapped around it. The liquor in your system encouraged more. Jake had snapped then, turning to leave to pull the car around the front. His jaw was quivering, harder than usual when he got frustrated.Â
As the night progressed, you nearly made a mess of yourself. You were nestled between Taylor and Giselle on the floor, dancing with eachother and making sure Jake was watching. Jake was glued to a shadowed corner with nothing but the brim of his hat peeking out into the dim lighting. You couldnât see his face- only the shifting, closed fists of his gloved hands.Â
It was music to your ears to see him so flustered. The music was much too good to focus on him only, as you dropped it low on the floor. As you swayed your hips, Sebastian appear behind you and swept you across the floor. You reacted with a loud laugh, letting him dance close to you. It was in genuine fashion, as his hand rested respeftuclly above the point of no return, but you relished in the attention. You began to whisper in Sebastianâs ear.Â
âJake is jealous of you, did you know that?âÂ
âCome again?â Sebastian asked louder, leaning into yout ear, âSorry, I canât hear you.âÂ
âJake is jealous of you!â You repeated with a giggle.
âAww, I missed him too. In an odd way.âÂ
You giggled. It was a sign to keep it to yourself. Â
As you look for Jake in his usual spot, your stomach dropped.Â
He was gone. Maybe, you thought, he left to take a leak. But even then, that wasnât like him. You scanned the club for him again, and he was nowhere to be seen.Â
You danced with Sebasitan for another hour or so. He was smooth with it, but your mind couldnât stay off Jake too long.Â
You began to worry, while it seemed your girlfriends celebrated his disappearance.Â
Was something wrong?
And as that sweet young man pulled you into the corner, you couldnât bring yourself to kiss him. As he leaned in, closing those long lashes to kiss you, you pressed a hand to his shoulder.Â
âIâm sorry.â You said, âI donât feel very good.âÂ
âWhatâs got you feeling ths way?â Sebastian cooed, âYou can tell me anything, you know. All our late night conversations, donât you remember I can keep a secret too?â
Your heart was racing, bad. There was a cold sweat forming on your neck. Your body was trembling, as you pulled away. The idea of him being in danger-filled you with panic.Â
âYes.â You half lied, âBut not right now. Please excuse me.âÂ
You fled to the back exit of the Savory, despite Sebasitanâs syrupy pleas after you. As the door burst open, you sighed a breath of relief. The night air was slightly cooler than usual, soothing your racing heart at its touch.Â
You braced yourself against a wall as you scanned the back lot for Jakeâs limo.Â
The windows were too dark to tell if he was there.Â
You dragged your aching feet to the limo, pretending to take a break in the night air. Whether you actually worried about Jake or not was none of his business. You checked the mirror and reapplied your lipstick- not in the side view mirror, but in the reflection of his driver side window.Â
This little ritual soothed you a bit more. Maybe Jake did step away to get something to eat.Â
You nearly dropped your lipstick as the window rolled down.Â
âWhat the fuck?!â you choked.Â
From the shadows, Jakeâs chin lifted, his brows raised. His elbow rested over the side of the driverâs window, as he leaned to you.Â
âWhat are you doing out here?â He asked nonchalantly, âShouldnât you be having fun inside?âÂ
âYou ditched me.â you stuttered, âDid something happen?âÂ
âNo.â Jake answered honestly, âWell, something almost did. I scared them off.âÂ
âWho?â you inquired, pressing further in your voice, âAnd are they gone?âÂ
âDidnât see their faces too well.â Jake answered, âI scared them off just being there. Three men, unmarked car. Theyâre long gone.âÂ
You took a shaky breath of relief, rolling your shoulders back.Â
âThanks.â you said flatly, âI just thought something happened to you.âÂ
Jake smiled slightly, âNow here you go worrying over me again. Whatâs with that? Did youâŠâÂ
He let out a low, sinister chuckle. The cold sweat worsened over your shoulders.Â
âAhh, did you miss me?â Jake asked.Â
You crossed your arms and clicked your tongue, âOh please, I miss you like I miss catching covid, Jake. Get a grip. We just havenât discussed our escape plan and I wanted to make sureâŠâÂ
Jakeâs laughter grew, âAnd you know it by heart. What do you need me for?âÂ
Need.
âI need a break.â you admitted, âItâs too fucking hot in that ballroom, I nearly had a panic attack. I need to sit somewhere where it's quiet. Can you cut the jokes and help me?â
Jake shook his head and smiled more, a crescent moon in the ink.Â
âOn one condition.â Jake hummed.Â
You scowled, leaning further into his space, âGo on.âÂ
He broke his promise of looking up at you, really looking.Â
And your girlfriends were right- those eyes said much more than a predator. He looked as if he finally caught his prey.Â
âAdmit that you missed me.â Jake teased, âAdmit that you need me.âÂ
The angry laugh that left your body echoed three blocks down. You braced against the car and looked down at the gravel under your feet.Â
âFuck you.â Your voice raised in anger, âFuck you, fuck you, fuck you!âÂ
Jake heartily laughed in your face. That just pissed you off a bit more.Â
âTry again, princessa.â Jake added insult to injury with that stupid pet name. He used it to remark on your spoiled nature, on getting anything you wanted. There were hints of endearment in it, as he watched you struggle.Â
Your heart palpitated in your breast. After a minute of struggling, the words left your mouth as if they clawed their way out of hell.Â
âI missed you in there,â you choked on your own words, âI need you, Jake.âÂ
You closed your eyes. There was silence on his part.Â
âIs that it?â you barked.Â
His doors unlocked with a magical click.Â
âSee? That wasnât so hard.â Jake praised, opening the front passenger side of the limo from inside. Your head hung a little lower as you climbed into the passengerâs side, shutting the door behind you. It was cooler in the limo, oddly enough. You took off your shoes and hugged your knees to your chest, not wanting to look at him.Â
Jake clicked his tongue and cooed at you, âAhh, you were really scared, werenât you?âÂ
âDonât piss me off.â You muttered.Â
âBut itâs so fun.â Jake leaned back in his seat, âYou didnât get this way because you had too much to drink alone, hmm?â
There were many things you needed at the moment, his teasing being the last on your list.Â
âLetâs say that was the reason.â you remarked, âYouâd proceed to lecture me about drinking too much and throwing myself on a man. Well, I did it a little extra tonight just to annoy you. So thereâs no need. Itâs a moot point, and Iâm not in the mood for a fucking lecture.âÂ
Jake blinked in surprise.Â
âYouâre not wrong. I⊠just didnât know you could dance like that.â Jake observed in a softer tone, âI figured a bit of privacy couldnât hurt.âÂ
Privacy? That's rich coming from him. He had seen you dance before, every weekend and every day at the high rise when your father wasnât there. You narrowed your eyes. Static from Jakeâs radio cut in on a slower song.Â
Jake ran his hands down his steering wheel. There was such care and tenderness in his touch as he brushed the butt of his steering wheel. You watched his hands carefully. He laughed through his nose.Â
âDid anyone bother you?â Jake asked firmly, âBe honest with me, Y/n. Do I need to scare anyone?âÂ
âNo.â You answered, âI just wanted to be here for a while, with you.âÂ
Silence. The radio tunes hummed, cutting in and out. Your shoulders slumped forward, as you turned the volume a bit higher.Â
âFine.â Jake huffed, âIt mustâve been a crap event if youâd rather be out here with me instead.â
âAnd what did you mean?â You asked, fiddling with your necklace, âAbout the way I dance?âÂ
Jake pulled his head back as if his next words determined life or death.Â
âI just havenât seen anything like it before.â Jakeâs tone of voice edged on hypnotized at the memory of you moving on the floor, âNot the way you do it.âÂ
âThen why didnât you come and join me?â You teased, âYou couldâve come over.âÂ
âFirst of all, I donât dance- dancing isnât in my job description.â Jake uttered, âSecond of all, too many eyes. Iâd be off my vantage point. That puts you at risk, and itâll be on me that I didnât see a threat coming.âÂ
He answered a little too quickly for your liking.Â
âYou can dance with me anytime you want to.â You admitted, âYou can dance with me when no one else is watching.âÂ
 Tequila coursed through your system and became a form of liquid truth, that would burn you later in the middle of the night. Jake opened his mouth, probably to say something that would hurt now.Â
âYou donât have to give me an answer now.â You said, âItâs silly.âÂ
There were a few more minutes of silence. This time, you embraced them, listening to the station.
You werenât paying attention to anything else other than the stray cat wandering amongst the trash cans in front of Jakeâs limo. Jake slowly reached for you. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched his hand reach for your arm. You froze, wondering what he was doing. He carefully lifted your fallen dress strap, pulling it up back over your shoulder. His hand felt warm beneath the material of his gloves.Â
âPardon me, y/n.â Jake spoke softly, âI figured that would bother you later.âÂ
âHm?â You checked again, âOh, that? Itâs been doing that all night. Making me crazy.âÂ
âI bet.â Jake affirmed, âWhere did you get this one anyways?âÂ
âI got it a couple days agoâŠâ you answered, âI was shopping with Giselle earlier this week, and this was what I saw when we were leaving the dressing room. Itâs not what I usually gravitate to, but this just looked so pretty.âÂ
âYou're right, you usually wear much shorter things.â Jake observed aloud, âBut no⊠It isnât cheap. It isnât cheap at all, then.â
âThen why were you so against it?â You asked.Â
âI wasnât.â Jake admitted in a lower tone, âI donât think you look cheap, itâs different. You look-âÂ
Jakeâs eyes softened as he looked down upon you. You listened carefully, feeling the energy shift inside the front seat.Â
âBeautiful.â Jake revealed with a waving hand, âMuy hermosa. A beautiful woman, and not just some silly party girl who drinks her funds away. Itâs different with you now. You carry grace with you.âÂ
You were in awe of his confession, said with such sweetness.Â
âThank you, Jake,â you said warmly.Â
Jake let out a perturbed little noise and waved his hand.Â
âDonât go telling anyone I said that either, okay?â Jake feigned a scowl, âI donât want people to get the wrong idea. You know what I mean.âÂ
You giggled, âI promise. Itâll be our own little secret.âÂ
You smiled genuinely at him- he wasnât some grump after all. His front was collapsing before you, as you leaned in to whisper in his ear.Â
âSay, you look a little rosy, Jake. Arenât you hot in that old hat?â you asked.Â
Jake shook his head no, the redness on his ears betraying him, âNo, Iâm just fine. Wait! Hey!âÂ
With one swift motion, you took off Jakeâs hat.Â
âHey!â Jake seethed through his teeth, âBring it back here!âÂ
You giggled, watching his hair fall forward. The hat smelled like him. Tobacco, mint, and hair gel. Jake lurched forward to retrieve it.Â
âI quite like you like this.â You laughed, fighting for your life to keep the hat close to you, âAh! No, stop it! If youâre going to be my security guard, you have to look the part, not like some crooked cabbie from a bad gangster movie!âÂ
âThereâs nothing wrong with the clothes Iâve got on.â Jake argued, âNow stop acting foolish and give this back!âÂ
He was out of hair gel. Those strands had much more give than usual, pressing in soft waves against the sides of his head. You reached forward, fixing his hair. His hair felt soft to the touch as you brushed it loose.Â
âThere.â You smiled, âSo I can see your handsome face.âÂ
Jakeâs brutal hand gripped onto yours, interlocking fingers with your own. Your hand was pinned into your lap, nearly behind your back. He leaned into your space with a stern expression. You watched him, in your space, as he did not let go of your hand.Â
The apology was braced against your lips, as you looked into his eyes. Jakeâs chest rose and fell more quickly, tracing your expressions with concern. His grip was on the verge of nearly breaking you. You wanted to scream, but his act made your head feel fuzzier than the cocktails you downed that night.Â
Jake lowered his face to you. You closed the final gap between you, and pressed a kiss into his lower lip first. Hr replied with a sharp inhale and a loosening grip on your hand. The man froze under your lips with a hesitation that nearly made you stop. Right as you began to pull away, however, you felt one hand wrap around your waist, the other braced against the nape of your neck. Jake kissed you back with the fervency of a desperate, starved man. He pulled you tightly against his body as if there were further gaps to be closed. The sensation of his strong arms and body overpowering yours made you feel weak in your arms and legs. He tasted so fucking good across your lips. Your chest rattled from your rising pulse as he kissed you. You could barely keep up with the pace as he pulled you tighter into his space. The sensations were nearly suffocating, with a deep pressure across your body that nearly made you combust then and there.Â
You leaned further into him, kissing him much more deeply now. Every judgment you had towards him leading to this point came apart in threads. You rose from your seat, crawling to straddle his lap, never missing one single second of his perfect lips. Your attention was not on the space around you, as your butt pressed against the horn of his steering wheel.Â
You pulled away a second as you yelped. Jake laughed warmly in your ear.Â
âEasy, easy.â Jake reassured as he pulled you into his lap, âIâm right here, baby.âÂ
The ease of âbabyâ leaving his lips made you come undone, as you straddled his lap. You put your hips down on top of his lap slowly as you continued kissing him. There was an addictive taste and feel to his plush lips. Jakeâs hands traveled down the small of your waist and stuffed fistfuls of your dress in them. Your hands braced onto either side of his face, tracing the edges of his jawline in your fingertips. The same one you could trace from memory after looking at him every day.Â
Jake made a choking noise in the back of his throat, as you pulled away to look down at him. His hair had fallen into his eyes and framed the top half of his face. His chest rose and fell faster, as he licked his lower, swollen lip. You couldnât escape the burning feeling in your core, you craved more. As you ran your hands down the small crevice of Jakeâs chest, Jakeâs gloved hand gripped onto your chin, pulling you to face him.Â
âDonât stop now,â Jake demanded, barely able to catch his breath.
There was a near groan in the emphasis of now. You were snapped into reality at the strength of his hand on your face.Â
âAre you scared, y/n?â He asked you again. His mismatched pupils seemed to twitch and ebb in delight at the sight of you.
You smiled under his gloved hands and slowly shook your head.Â
âNot even in the slightest,â you whispered.Â
You began pressing kisses onto any part of his face that was available- his cheeks, his jawline, his eyelids. It was a perfect shade of red against his skin. He responded with a shaken sigh, eyes floating shut at the sensation. Those large hands of his squeezed your hips tight enough to make you whimper. You went back to his lips again, feeling the weight of his head slip back into the driverâs seat. His hat cap fell from the action down at your feet within the seat, as you moved to kiss his hot neck. Jakeâs heartbeat increased violently, as his hand knotted in your hair, urging you to keep going. You smiled into his skin and placed kisses into his neck, bringing them back to the faint scar on his chin. There was a hitch in his breathing, as his hips jerked upward. You felt it then beneath you, the sensation making you gasp. You opened your eyes to look at him again.Â
Jake was lost in your world of red velvet, perfume, and nectar. He finally had you in his space, after denying dreams of you for nights on end. His eyes rolled back, jaw slacks as his hips trembled beneath you. You watched him in awe, not initially comprehending that he came just at this sensation.Â
âHoly shit.â you whispered, near a panic.Â
If you were still pissed at him, this would have been perfect to bully about later.Â
But at this moment, it was beautiful to see him undone at your touch.Â
You continued to kiss his neck through the orgasm, until his hips slowed their bucking, and his heart rate settled. A large wet stain formed between his legs as his hips jerked upward into your hands. You palmed at him, making him shudder and nearly weep.Â
Jake exhaled as if he had held his breath for years without realizing it. You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips once more, running a hand down his jawline. Jake initially didnât look up at you again, averting his attention in the opposite direction. He shifted slightly, rolling his shoulders back.Â
You could tell this was a blow for him, just getting off from kissing alone. Like you were two teenagers sneaking off during a party and getting frisky in a friendâs car. The silence was thick with your shared breaths. You lovingly kissed his neck once more, smiling down at him.Â
âThat didn't scare me either,â you said in his ear, fixing his hair back. Jake shook his head softly and rested his head against your chest. You couldnât see it- but you felt a small smile of satisfaction on his face, pressed into your skin. He placed kisses on your shoulders. Your words were enough to soothe him, as he felt he could breathe again.Â
You wished this moment would have lasted longer until you saw Giselle and Taylor entering the parking lot through the limoâs back window. They were twice as drunk and confused, eyeing the parking lot for Jakeâs limo.Â
âFuck.â you whispered, âTheyâre here. Jake, where can we-âÂ
Without hesitation, Jake chucked you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You landed face-first into the plush seating of his limo. There was a scuffle from his side of the limo, as he ripped off his jacket and put it over his lap. You looked up again, watching him smear the lipstick, leaving all but a single mark on his neck from where you placed it.Â
You smiled wickedly at him.Â
âAww, donât wipe off every trace of me now.â you pouted, âThat shade of red is pretty on you too.âÂ
Jake returned a look back to you from the driverâs window, placing a gloved fingertip over his stained lips.Â
âYouâll be paying for this later.â Jake threatened, âMark my words, princessa.âÂ
You sat up in your seat, spreading your legs softly. The scent of your arousal was faint, but enough to make Jakeâs shoulders tense.Â
âDonât make promises you canât keep.â You winked, as the car doors opened. Taylor and Giselle were weary, with their heels in hand.Â
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Whew... I giggled the entire time finishing this fic, should I make a part 2 to the fun? I live for the drama!
#writeblr#fan fiction#my fanfiction#jake lockely x reader#jake lockley#moon knight#marvel mcu#x reader#enemies to lovers
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Itâs been way too long since Iâve been on this account. But my brain is back on Jake lockley. And I know what youâre thinking. Rudie! Itâs been years. Heâs killed people! Heâs wilding out here! And youâre right. But heâsâŠ. Heâs a lover not a fighter đ„ș
AndâŠ. đđŒđđŒ what if I like the idea of him being like y/nâs assigned security guard and they canât stand eachother âŠ. And heâs jealous as hell and canât stand it when he has to drive her n her friends around (bc sheâs high profile and careless and gorgeous) and they just get on eachotherâs nerves.
And itâs like.
âSorry for being late guys, my fuckin security guard pissing me offâ
âWhy does he look at you like that?â
âThatâs just his face. He looks at everyone that wayâŠâ
âNo, he doesnât look at you that way. Like he wants to tear you apart. You know what I mean.â
And he gets jealous when she looks so gorgeous going out and he makes sure she knows đ or tries to trick her by pretending to help her pick outfits to go out and hates the one that he finds her most attractive in. And she turns around wearing it to make him crazy. AAAAAAAAAUGH.
I shouldâve been sleeping by now but Iâm blushing so hard. Heâs so fucking ududhfjjvivvj I want to nibble on him. MARVEL. WHERE IS MY BABY DADDY?
#writeblr#brainstorming#Drabble#jake lockley#moon knight#jake lockely x reader#teehee#blushing#enemies to lovers#should i write this?
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Iâm just trying to read Thomas Shelby fan fictions. WHY THE FUCK IS THERE SO MUCH INCEST????????
I JUST WANT TO READ ABOUT THOMAS SHELBY. WTF.
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"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
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I love my Sabine so much. I adore her, and I really donât want to part with her as a character. She will be making an appearance in another fan fiction for a different fandom soon, I shall give her new life in the wake of such horrible news. Her heart will always be made of the things of stardust and joy, she will always hold her head high like a queen, but for the time being, I will not be finishing my beautiful fan fiction.
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Iâve listened to the neil gaiman podcast. Here is a recap of the allegations and trigger warning I will talk about it in detail. This is an incredibly complex situation, so take care of yourself
Scarlett, one of the victims, met Amanda Palmer (Neilâs ex wife) and became friends with her. Scarlett was out of work and started to do odd jobs for Amanda and eventually starts doing some babysitting/nannying for them. It sounds like she was already very close to Amanda at this point.
So far Iâve seen her kind of referred to as just an employee and while it is factually true, I donât think itâs completely honest. She was very much a personal friend of Amandaâs first and clearly had many interactions with Amanda that were not strictly professional. What Iâm saying is that the boundaries between employee and personal friend were blurred from the beginning. Though blame still falls on Amanda/Neil for mixing personal and professional boundaries and not on the victim. I just point it out to say all three were already acting inappropriately for an employer/employee relationship
The first night she meets Neil Gaiman, he alleges that he asked her if she wanted to take an outdoor bath (Iâm assuming this is a hot tub) together. Her story is that she did not know he would join her in the bath. He was naked but she thought it might be ânormalâ because she was used to seeing Amanda naked often. He says that the shared bath was consensual. She says that he pressured her into giving him a handjob and when she said no, he said she was âmissing outâ and he masturbated in the tub with her and then penetrated her anally with his fingers. His account was that this instance was only consensual cuddling and making out. She is clearly uncomfortable during this scene and any consent that may have given does not seem genuine. She does end up messaging him that night, âThank you for a lovely, lovely night. Wow. Kissâ
From there however, they continue to have sexual encounters involving some potentially extreme BDSM scenes. In WhatsApp messages she repeatedly consents/expresses a a desire for these encounters. She tells a friend the sex is âroughâ and âamazingâ. There are A LOT of messages with clear and enthusiastic consent and love for Neil.
One message from Scarlett read: "I am consumed by thoughts of you, the things you will do to me, I'm so hungry. What a terrible creature you've turned me into. I think you need to give me a huge spanking very soon. I'm fucking desperate for my master."
"I may be ill [covid] but I am lying here with my sick little mind wondering into terrible, filthy, dark places, and I want you to, if I'm lucky, occasionally instruct me with naughty things to do so that I can fill all this alone time imagining your cruelty. I'm sorry, I'm such a desperate and perverted and kinky sad little girl. What do they say? When you play with fire"
Neilâs replies are described as neutral, affectionate, brief, and non committal. At least via messages it seems like Scarlett was the one perusing sexual contact.
She goes on to describe one encounter as so painful she blacked out and he hadnât noticed and had left to watch rehearsal tapes? And that she had been bleeding? This encounter was very unclear, violent seeming but hazy. Itâs really unclear what happened to her. It sounds like it might have been painful anal sex. Potentially consensual in words, but she clearly was not taken care of. He alleges that he only ever penetrated her with his fingers.
At some point she tells a friend about these encounters and the friend points out the power imbalance and tells Amanda. Scarlett says to Neil in clear terms that everything was consensual and though it may have âcrossed boundaries at the startâ everything after was consensual.
EDIT FOR CONTEXT: the beginning of this conversation opens with Neil saying: "Honestly, when Amanda told me that you are telling people I'd raped you and were planning to Me Too me, I wanted to kill myself. But I'm getting through it a day at a time."
Scarlett: "Oh my god, Neil. I never said that. I have been deeply upset about it all because it's triggered things from my past and also for many reasons. I feel whiplash. But I am horrified by your message." [more messages inbetween] "I have never used the word rape. I am just so shocked. I honestly don't know what to say."
Neil: "It was very unstabilizing. I spent a week actively not killing myself, if you see what I mean."
Scarlett: "I feel like bawling my eyes out. I would never Me Too you. I don't where that came from, and I have told Amanda that even though it began questionably, eventually it was undoubtedly consensual and I enjoyed it. Heart is pounding too."
Neil: "Knowing that you would be prepared to say it's not true, it was consensual, he's not a monster, makes me a lot more grounded."
Scarlet: "It was consensual. How many times do I have to fucking tell everyone?"
It has to be said that Neil implying he considered suicide over this adds context to Scarlettâs messages of consent and how true those feelings were at the time. It was incredibly manipulative on his end.
Scarlett seems to go through some pretty traumatic life events outside of this situation and is hospitalized for suicidal thoughts (actions? unclear). Neil sends her messages of support, which she now in hindsight finds it was his way of pulling her back in. She asks Neil to pay her rent and Neil agrees to. Neilâs bookkeepers ask her to sign an NDA, not specifically about any allegations but just talking about his personal life overall. She admits to not reading the NDA.
EDIT 2: I believe the timeline of Scarlettâs hospitalization occurred before she messaged Neil and said their relation was consensual.
She does end up filing a police report in summer 2022 but receives rent payments until winter 2022 and drops contact with Neil completely Jan 2023. She says her view of their relationship changed after her hospitalization.
It is clear from this situation that Neil did act inappropriately but this is not a black and white situation overall. Their first encounter in the tub is very disturbing. The texts/relationship after are very complex and Iâm not qualified to place judgement.
Now important point I want to make about this podcast and its reporting. These podcasters are vehemently against BDSM and they made it clear they donât think BDSM can ever be consensual. I think critiquing this podcast itself is a discussion worth having. I find this podcast to be pretty biased in that sense. An âexpertâ they have on as a guest says, âthe idea that you can consent to degradation is such a stupid idea. Only men can think this up.â Iâm not saying that Neil engaged in BDSM with these women in a healthy or consensual way, however the podcasters make it clear that they donât believe BDSM could ever be consensual and they consider these acts as blanket abuse in any situation.
The second victim K, did meet Neil at 18 however they had no sexual/romantic contact until she was 20. She says,"I never wanted any of the stuff he did to me, including the violent stuff, but I did consent to it." Neil says they were in a two year relationship that was completely consensual. He says that he has record of hundreds of emails between the two of them that never show any sign of distress. K began to become upset that Neil did not plan on leaving his marriage (open at the time I believe?) or ever make their relationship public. Unfortunately it does feel like K consented to things she didnât necessarily want to keep Neil in her life.
She alleges that they did not use lube during sex and it was often painful for her. During one encounter she alleges she told him not to penetrate her due to a UTI and he did so anyway.
K and Neil have an argument that leads him to break the relationship. He leaves, and buys a plane ticket home. K buys a ticket on the same flight, follows him onto the plane and begs him not to end their relationship. Security ends up removing her from the plane. They continue to email from 2008-2022 pleasantly and flirtatiously.
The podcast reached out to other sexual partners of Neilâs and they did not have any stories of misbehavior.
Overall, this isnât a clear cut situation. Neil clearly did take advantage of his celebrity and position of power and failed to protect these women. He was the instigator in all these relationships and he does seem to seek out younger more inexperienced partners. Partners who donât seem to have the social/mental footing to consent properly. There are times where he clearly crossed boundaries and assaulted these women. The bath/hot tub and UTI instances were clearly not appropriate consensual acts.
But I think thereâs a discussion worth having about intentionally lying about your consent. Hindsight and experience can certainly recontextualize everything and I understand why they may have consented in the moment. The pressures they were under etc. They clearly at times felt like they couldnât say no in some ways. But they also both actively perused the relationship and admit to giving clear verbal consent often. I very very much feel for these women and Iâm so sorry that they had such a negative experience.
I have no answers on any of this and itâs not my job or place to. I hope this recap provides more context and that everyone comes away knowing that this is not a black and white issue.
I also hope everyone does not tie their identity/enjoyment of good omens/his other works on this. We as fans are not responsible for the actions of others. Our engagement with Neilâs work is not an excusal or support of his actions. We are not responsible for what he has done in his personal life. If you end up seeing posts that imply you are somehow a bad person if you engage with his works now, that is not a healthy or good take.
Be critical, be open to the facts as they develop, find where your comfortability with engaging in his works is, and do not tell others how they have to feel/act about this situation.
Much love to you all as this situation unfolds
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Just a reminder.....
In light of some recent allegations that came out about Neil Gaiman, it's okay to have complicated feelings when a beloved celebrity does something shitty.
It's okay to feel betrayed and let down when a beloved celebrity does something shitty.
It's okay to have to re-consider your relationship with a shitty celebrity and their work.
It's okay to have once loved and looked up to someone who turned out to be a huge piece of shit.
It's okay to still love a shitty celebrity's work while recognizing that the celebrity is a shitty person.
The shitty and unhealthy thing to do is to dig in an insist that your fave celebrity did nothing wrong.
/this is why we can't have nice things meme
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For the sake of everyone, all of us who are coming at this news from different backgrounds and experiences, I beg us all to be kind to our fellow fandom members and give each other the initial benefit of the doubt as we process this news and learn more information in the coming days. People will be furious, theyâll be devastated, theyâll be cynical, theyâll be hopeful. All of these emotions are a valid early response to learning ugly things about the creator of a piece of media thatâs incredibly dear to you. Letâs be gentle with one another.
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I am incredibly angry, disgusted, and disheartened at the news regarding Neil Gaiman and the accounts of SA being spoken by his victims. At this time I am taking an extended break from my fan fiction. I am disgusted and heartbroken as this has been a place of passion and comfort in the fandom, and Neil has been such an inspiration to me and my writing journey. This has just angered me and made me ill. I will be following all details of this case as more information comes out. I am taking this time to listen to the accounts of the victims on the tortoise app. I suggest everyone does the same. The app is free as a subscriber.
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This is where Iâve been for the past few weeks. Apologies. New chapters are coming soon. Your homework is to reread the chapters Iâve got!!!

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In celebration of AAPI month, I would like to spotlight the beauty of my original character, Sabine Kanaka.
She is a part of my Sandman fan fiction series, yes. But she is inspired by my own native Hawaiian ancestry. Her grace, resilience, and intuition are all inspired by the women on that side of my family who have shown grace in the presence of grander things regardless, while choosing to remain kind. Happy Motherâs Day to them. đș
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Hello, dear readers!
My masterlist has been updated. Two more chapters have been updated to it. I fear my uploads are not going to be as consistent for the time being due to the fact I've been accepted to online classes that will greatly take up my free time... Blegh, the waking world.
I will do the best to my ability to post all chapters for you guys. Thank you for your continued support. I adore you all!
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Endless Passion- A Sandman Fan Fiction
XV. Euneirophrenia
Synopsis: Sabine wakes up, returns to the Dreaming, and confronts Lord Morpheus in anger. she is met with compassion, as a resolution. Something shifts in the Dreaming on her return. What exactly, his creations do not know...
In the last moments before a cold, bitter sleep was taken from her, Sabine dreamt for what felt like centuries.Â
The edges of her vision were blurred. She remembered a dim hallway resembling Morpheusâs palace. She remembered several symbols in her vision- one resembling Dreamâs helm- another, an ankh, and the final, an open book. She saw a pale hand opening a book with her name on it, but the rest could not be described.Â
âYou knew.â Morpheus berated behind closed doors, âYou knew all along and did not tell me?âÂ
âWe all did.â Another manâs voice said, âShe is the one. You were never intended to spend your rule in the Dreaming alone. And since your abduction, even more so.âÂ
âThis is impossible.â Morpheus stammered, âDeath, what say you?âÂ
âHeâs right.â Death spoke calmly, âYou carry so many burdens of being decided by lovers. But it is unfair you hold-âÂ
In the cracked doorway, Sabine saw Morpheusâs eye. She saw how it shone, that tender, crisp blue against ebony black. He met her gaze, but she was pulled into murky waters, hands clawing at her beneath the surface, knocking the wind from her lungs as she was pulled deeper beneath.Â
In her youth, she had predictive dreams that warned her of the future to come. The sense of doom, and something uncertain filled her as she was trapped beneath black waters and an even blacker sky, calling his name. Something was coming, regardless of her time in the Dreaming, if she was to return or not.
âSabine, are you okay?â
A whispered, delicate voice called to her.Â
Sabine flinched, blindly swinging from the direction it came. Her back was cushioned by silk and pillows before she grabbed one and swung it blindly into the air. There was a flourish of feathers and a small crash.Â
Brightness from open windows and an open patio door blinded her.Â
âAck!â a voice cried, âWatch out, my lady!âÂ
As Sabineâs eyes adjusted, a very fluffed up Evangeline stood before her at the edge of her bed.Â
âEva?â Sabine gasped, whilst patting herself to check for any marks. She returned to her bedroom in the Dreaming. Everything was pristine, save for the broken porcelain lamp to her beside, âOh my god, youâre okay!âÂ
Sabine stumbled forward on her knees to hug the bird, squeezing her tight.Â
âYouâre alive.â Sabine sighed, âIâm so sorry. Oh my god.âÂ
âI missed you!â Evangline cheered, âYouâre finally back. I knew youâd return.âÂ
Evangeline nuzzled against Sabine, humming in relief.Â
âWhere have you been?â She asked, âOh, Iâve been so cross with my creator for this.âÂ
Sabine pulled away, âYou donât even know the beginning of it. I was too far away. Where is your creator?âÂ
âJust down below!â Evangeline croaked, âWell, At least thatâs where I saw him. Heâs acting like he isnât worried about you but- Sabine! Sabine, my lady, where are you going?! And why are you taking a shoe? Arenât you supposed to be wearing them on your feet?âÂ
The young woman stormed with purpose, barefoot through the polished halls. Fury filled her cheeks, as she held a grip on her leather sandal. Somewhere below her chambers, she heard Lucienneâs voice snap in anger. Morpheus was speaking to her. His deep voice echoed forward, the mere sound making her knuckles turn white. Â
Lord Morpheus was entering the halls of his palace after being told off by his librarian for Sabineâs punishment, again. He placed his hands in his pockets, a natural brooder in his state. What he did not anticipate was Sabine hurrying down a spiral staircase towards him so quickly. Morpheus looked at her and froze in his tracks. Sabineâs lowered brows and tensed frown said everything he needed to know.Â
âHello, Sabine.â Morpheus spoke, âI must-âÂ
Dreamâs face met the bottom of her sandal, leather crashing violently into the bridge of his nose. It was a direct hit, the sound rippling through his realm with a loud snap. He tasted the soles, reminded of the concrete she was left in.Â
Lucienne, as well as some of Morpheusâs other creations stood in shock. The sandal fell to the floor at his feet.Â
Lucienneâs jaw was flack. A small noise akin to laugh slipped from the back of her throat, side eyeing Sabine. Her silence was deafeningly loud.Â
âLord of Dreams and Nightmares, Prince of Stories, The Shaper of Form, Master of Dreams, King of the Dream World, Lord Morpheus!â Sabine roared with every fiber of her being, âHow dare you! I will not be subject to whatever punishment you concoct again, do you understand!?â Sabine reprimanded, her finger pointing at Morpheusâs chin. Her eyes were black with fury, growing glassy with tears. Morpheus steadied his calmest demeanor, anger simmering in the back of his judgment.Â
And yet, it was this fire he missed the most. Her rage was valid. He knew that much.
âYou do not do that to people.â She snapped, âYou do not do that to me. I made a mistake. That was clear. I should thank you for sparing Evangelineâs life. Clearly, you care for at least one of us more. But you do not do that to me again, letting me see my sister and not be able to call for her. That was sick. That was terrible. As long as I remain here, you are not obliged to treat me as a friend, but you do not have the right to treat me as an enemy!âÂ
Morpheusâs jaw twitched, as he looked down upon her. Everyone in that room anticipated the worst. No one had ever dared to lay a hand, let alone a slipper, on the Endless. But then again, Morpheus made no attempt to stop her, when he easily could have caught it in his hands. No amount of his power could contain the scourge of feminine rage.Â
âDo you understand?!â Sabine yelled again, her knuckles so tight they began to add red marks in the meat of her palms.Â
Lucienneâs hand did not leave her mouth. The Dreaming fell so silent, that one could hear a tardigrade sing in the halls. He didnât have to make the motion for the majority of his creations to take swift exeunt, even reluctant Lucienne, who was antsy to hail the news to Matthew as soon as possible. Evangeline fluttered after her, equally as shocked. The remaining groups escaped in shrouds of whispered shock.Â
He said nothing, as he ushered her back into the throne room away from judgmental eyes. Not that he cared for the eyes of his creation or their judgment, but he was more concerned for her.Â
Both were alone, finally. The white noise of an entire universe drowned out any further words from either of them. Sabine soothed slightly from the star patterned ceilings. Her shoulders relaxed, observing the stained glass behind them both, glowing brighter than usual.Â
Morpheus was choosing his words carefully, pacing himself closer in her presence. As he took a step forward, Sabine took one back.Â
âMy judgment of your breach in our agreement was rash and cruel.â Morpheus spoke patiently, âAnd for that, I apologize. So long as you are here, you will no longer be subject to such punishment ever again. You are not under obligation to forgive me for such a crime against you, Sabine Kanaka.âÂ
He took note of her goosebump-riddled arms, how they appeared at the sound of his voice. The frown did not leave her face, her chest heaving a little less with each breath. There was fatigue and puffiness under her eyes. He was quietly cursing himself for thinking it was even a feasible idea, not after Death and Destiny got on his case for her banishment.Â
âDo you swear?â Sabine urged, placing a hand on her hip, the shift of her weight falling on one leg beneath him.Â
âNever.â Morpheus interjected, âI promise.âÂ
âProve it to me, then.â Sabine looked him up and down, âSo I donât have to spend the rest of eternity hating you for everything you are.âÂ
Morpheus couldnât help but to grin from ear to ear at her remark. He remembered the book. His chin slowly craned upwards, as he approached her. A cat-like grin formed over his lips.Â
âNow why would you say something like that?â He mused, âYou cannot hate me.âÂ
âOh, but I can!â Sabine scoffed, âDonât get smug on me now. Iâm still angry with you.âÂ
âAll the residents you have interacted with in this world missed your presence.â Morpheus admitted, âAnd committed light mutiny in exchange for your return.âÂ
She could feel her head slowly growing from such eager news. Sabine placed her hands lightly on the curve of her hips, a vision that Morpheus did his best to wipe clean from his subconscious, and failed miserably.Â
âSee?â Sabine sassed, âYou canât get rid of me even if you tried.âÂ
âNo, I cannot.â Morpheus spoke nonchalantly, âNot when I was the first of all of them against the decision.â âOh, please.â Sabine laughed, crossing her arms, âAs if you werenât in such a rush to get rid of me.â
âIâve been betrayed by humanity too many times.â Morpheus admitted.Â
Morpheus stepped closer. Sabine took a step back, again.Â
âIt isnât fair that you leave me to the standards of others long before me.â Sabine argued, âIt isnât common that I share a living space with a divine entity, but I know for a fact many of the gods Iâve learned about try at some points to overcome their petty grudges.âÂ
Morpheus smiled slightly at her quick words.Â
âDo you find this funny?â Sabine asked in a confronting tone, âI donât see why youâre laughing.âÂ
âNo, it is not that I am amused.â Morpheus turned his jaw up slightly higher as he spoke, âI believe we may both need to work on understanding and learning from one another.âÂ
She sighed, seeing a dark smudge mark across his long nose. He wasnât entirely wrong. But the idea of learning again filled her with dread. The patience it took, the time. Despite them having years of it. She squinted closer at his alabaster face.Â
âDid it hurt?â Sabine asked, âWhen I threw my shoe at your forehead?âÂ
âQuite the contrary, actually.â Morpheus replied in a delighted tone, âWhy, were you ready to apologize?âÂ
âNot exactly.â Sabine shook her head, âI was just asking in case I needed to throw it at you again to prove my point. You have a smudge across your nose from it.âÂ
Morpheus began to wipe it at first, but she stopped his hand by holding her palm up.Â
âAllow me. Itâs my turn anyways.â Sabine muttered, taking the curve of her thumb against his skin and wiping away at the smudge there. But, the smudge remained. Morpheus was in such close proximity, nearly scoffing at her sudden concern.Â
âI can get it myself, you know.â Morpheus uttered.Â
âShh!â Sabine hushed, âHold still, itâs my mess, I might as well make it up to you after making a fool of you out there.âÂ
Perhaps this wasnât an official apology, as Morpheus hesitated to be near her touch. But with each flick of her thumb, he felt any thinning patience be fortified once more. He relaxed slightly, feeling her soft palm beneath his chin in one hand. She was holding power in her hands without realizing it.Â
It wasnât entirely lost on her either. In her space, it felt intoxicating. Her eyelids relaxed. He smelled faintly of vetiver and amber, salt being the first note across his skin as if he were in the ocean hours prior. His hair shone softly in the light from behind them, a dark blue hue in the black, similar to raven wings.Â
Sabine licked the inner sleeve of her nightgown lightly, normal judgment failing to see a problem with this. She was too tired to think so. Her hand cradled beneath his chin, as Morpheus leaned into her touch. He dared not to question the gentle dampness of her inner sleeve or its origins.Â
The mark was gone as quickly as it appeared. Sabine dried it with the other sleeve, soon fixing a small streak of hair falling into his eyes. The sensation sent a chill down her spine at the touch. She felt it then- electric still, as he looked up at her again.Â
The Endless hadnât moved an inch since she started. He was a beautiful stone statue beneath her hands, before pulling away quickly.Â
âThere.â Sabine irked softly, âIt was just going to bother me unless I wiped it off myself.âÂ
âVery well.â Morpheus nodded, âIt is appreciated. I must commend you for your sharp aim, it was most impressive.âÂ
âIâve done worse with an ax.â Sabine thwarted, âIf you cross me again, youâll see.âÂ
âMy dear Sabine, you will never need to show me.â Morpheus insisted. His voice felt balmy in her ears at the sound of âdearâ. Sabine swallowed hard. He was being too sweet now. She had to continue being angry.Â
âThere is much more Iâd like to learn from you.â Morpheus spoke, âAnd more than before, I wish to learn more of you beyond the end of an ax. Will you give me the chance to? In exchange, I will return the favor.âÂ
Sabine crossed her arms, thinking over the decision. Her body was sore. She already felt embarrassed in her state after throwing something at his head. The urge to apologize was beginning to outweigh her anger.Â
âYes.â Sabine nodded, looking at the floor, âI do. JustâŠ. Please donât use it against me. If itâs about that nightmare, or the Dream Stone-âÂ
âThere is a place I must show you.â Morpheus added, âYou have not seen the beauty of Fiddlerâs Green. It stormed in anger when you were away. Would you care to walk beside me through it?âÂ
Sabine inhaled softly, âYes. I would like to. But not today.â She nodded, âIâm very tired. My back hurts, Iâm starving, and I need a bath. And Iâm still angry with you. However, tomorrowâŠ.âÂ
Her tone grew more fatigued. Morpheus leaned in.
âTomorrow?â He hummed, his voice as tender as firewood smoke.Â
Sabineâs cheeks were changing color, âTomorrow may be a different story!â Her tone shimmered short, âI donât know. I know tomorrow Iâll be in a better mood. Iâve suffered a nightmare worse than death and need space. Can you grant me that, for a day?â Â
The air was much colder in Morpheusâs throne room than she realized, as she crossed her arms deeper across her chest.Â
âAs you wish,â Morpheus said, âI will see you tomorrow in better spirits.âÂ
âIâll see you then.â Sabine said softly, âIs the afternoon a good time for you, or do you have some sort of itinerary to keep up with?âÂ
âYou do not need to keep up with anything.â Morpheus reassured, âEvangeline can always contact me first when you are ready.âÂ
âFair.â Sabine nodded, âI have to go. Iâm exhausted.âÂ
She wasnât lying to get away from the Endless, or the feeling in her stomach at the sound of his beautiful voice and angular face or the burning sensation in her palms from where they touched. The fatigue made her ache, as she dreamed of a hot bath alone. Enough heat could be used to keep any thoughts away until tomorrow.Â
âRest well, Sabine.â Morpheus opened the doors for her without touching them once, âI shall see you tomorrow.âÂ
Sabine walked away without another word in a daze. She looked around the outside, seeing a cluster of Dreamâs creations scuttling from around the corner. The last of them, was Mervyn, who pretended to scrub a wall with a dry cloth, his gaze purposefully glued to the wall and not Sabine.Â
âHey, Mervyn.â Sabine muttered with a quick wave, âDid you hear all of that?âÂ
âI donât know anything.â Mervyn bashfully spoke, âAbout nothing.âÂ
âUh huh.â Sabine side eyed, âItâs good to be back.âÂ
âItâs good to have you back.â Mervyn said in a genuine tone, leaning on his broomstick for support, âAre you still mad at him?âÂ
â.... Ask me again tomorrow.â Sabine spoke, her voice raspy, slowly hobbling down the corner without another word.Â
The echo of Morpheusâs voice lay thick in her mind as she floated on the surface of her Turkish bath, surrounded by plumeria-scented soap, as she forced her head beneath the water to flush it out. Nothing worked to drown him out, as she fell asleep in the bath, the waters warm and soothing, so soothing she didnât take notice of a gentle force that carried her from the bath to her bed.Â
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Lucienne dabbed the corners of her eyes behind her glasses, after recounting the tale of what she witnessed with Matthew in the smallest corner of her library. Matthew was snickering as well, beak agape as she told him everything.Â
âNo fucking way.â Matthew tittered, âHer slipper? Right to the face? And he didnât kill her?âÂ
âNo!â Lucienne wheezed, âI donât think he knew what to do. No human has ever- EVER!â another deep wheeze from her chest came over, turning into a cough.Â
âOh my god?â Matthew sighed, âShe just got back and gave him a reason to kick her out again. When do you think itâll all hit the fan between those two?âÂ
Mervyn ran around the corner of the entrance to Lucienneâs library, nearly slipping on the pristine floors in his lanky old boots, another hand keeping his head on tight. His footsteps slowed, still squeaking against the perfect floors on approach to Lucienne and Matthew.Â
âJesus!â Matthew chided.Â
Lucienne leaned in, her eyes wide, âWell? What did you hear?!âÂ
âSheâs still pissed.â Mervyn informed, out of breath, âBut sheâs not mad. I asked if she was, she said ask tomorrow. Theyâre going to meet⊠Well, whenever they meet. He wants her to rest first.âÂ
âAs he should.â Lucienne cleared her throat, âAnd Sabine?âÂ
âPoor thing is beat.â Mervyn observed, âSweet girl barely could keep her eyes open but still said hi to me. She cleaned off the markâŠ. The one she made on him. She did it herself.âÂ
Lucienne exchanged looks with Matthew.Â
âShe did?â Lucienne asked, âHerself? On her own accord?âÂ
âIn her words, she made a mess, she intended to clean it up.â Mervyn added, âAnd he let her.âÂ
Matthew softened at the sentiment. All shifted their focus to the location of Sabineâs book in the library, to find it missing. Instead of its regular perch, it was on top of Lucienneâs front desk, with the bookmark left long after its initial page.Â
âI reckon she isnât going anywhere anytime soon, huh?â Matthew noted, "It doesn't seem like that book is going to stop writing itself.âÂ
Lucienneâs brows flicked upward, a smile growing across her face.Â
âItâll be on him to accept it. On both of them.â Lucienne spoke ominously, âBut youâre right, Matthew. Only time will tell.âÂ
Something had shifted upon her return. They felt it, deep down in their core. A soft spot had formed in the Endless, which had formed in everything he created. It was just a matter of time before anyone could speak for it.Â
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