#Romantic story

[ji-jii-visha]

CHOOSE YOUR LOVESTORY

This is a little choice based fun game that I wanted to try. All you have to do is to choose the picture, make your choice and go on with the story. Tell me the results that you get in the end. ❤️

The stories are from the perspective of a heterosexual female who lives in North India.

Choose a home.

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(Please keep in mind that I'm nothing but a science student who loves desi aesthetic and please find it in yourself to pardon my historical inaccuracies if you find them, or text me in my inbox to share what i got wrong and what i can get right.)

I'll be sharing this story in a few parts scheduled at different days so hopefully you'll follow through and will like it. ❤️

[living-dead-girl515]

And in you I find that solace, that's evaded me my entire life. In you I find that something, that was never quite there before. I've tried to force it with others but, as it turns out, you can't. And only in finding it, effortlessly, here, have I realized I never should have wanted to force it in the first place.

[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagine/ love you too much

Peter walks into the campsite along with the lost boys and greets you as always

“Morning Y/n,” he says yawning

“Good morning Peter.” You handed him his coffee, straight black with honey and vanilla.

“Let’s do this shall we?” He said as he sat next to you and Felix

“We shall.” You nodded and took out a pencil and paper from your bag

You and him were planning a party, not just any party, the biggest party Neverland had ever seen, you were inviting everyone as well, Indians,lost boys, mermaids, even the pirates, it was going to be one hell of a show.

“This is going to be the best party Neverland has ever seen!” Felix said with excitement

“Honey there you are.” You heard a voice coming from a far but you knew who it was.

Wendy.

“Oh hey what are you doing up so early?” He asked her

“Well I wanted to be with you silly.” She sits right on his lap which was so awkward because you guys were literally in the middle of planning a party.

“Wendy I’m kinda doing something.” He says with his hands in the air not knowing how to react

“And I want to be a part of it, is that so wrong?” She said with a smile

He just sighs

“Continue.” He told you

And you did , your very best.

**********

A couple minutes goes by and you start to think you guys are finally getting somewhere until…

“That sounds like a bad idea I don’t think you should do that.” Wendy said

“It’s not for you to decide Wendy.” Peter said as he’s writing something

“But don’t I have a say?” She said

“No. You wanted to spend time with me but you don’t get to tell the king of Neverland how to plan his party.” He said with annoyance

You could tell he was getting upset.

Felix then looks at you wide eyed and signaled a “let’s get out of here “ look

“Listen Peter I actually have to start breakfast I can totally catch up with you later.” You said trying to get up quickly

Felix does the same picking up the party supplies

“You know what that’s not a bad idea , we should all get ready for breakfast.” Felix gets up quickly as well walking fast with you

Peter just rubs his face, clearly stressed out. He gets Wendy off of him and walks away, shaking his head and looking very upset.

********

Weeks went by and the party was tonight, you were very excited for it because you Peter and Felix planned this like your lives depended on it.

“You ready to get this ball rolling?” Felix came in the kitchen door as you were making French toast

“Hell yeah I just want this to be over already.” You sigh

“Hey what’s wrong?” Felix asked

“Just , it’s not fun anymore.” You said looking down

“Wendy is a nutcase huh.” He said as he sits on a counter

“Hey! I’m sure Peter wouldn’t like you talking like that.” You said looking at him

“He’s the one who called her it in the first place!” Felix says laughing

You just roll your eyes

“Well he’s with her for a reason so let’s change the subject.” You say walking towards the skillet

“Hey hey hey don’t get mad at me because you’re so head over heels with Peter -“ you quickly run towards him and put your hand on his mouth

“DON’T YOU DARE.” Was all you could say before the door opens and Peter sees you in the position

“Terribly sorry for interrupting.” He said confused

“Oh no no no Peter I was just-“ as you were trying to come up with something to say

“Hey what you and Felix do is none of my business.” He said with his hands up and winking as he closed the door

“Damit Felix!” You yelled as you slapped him

“How is ANY of this my fault?” He yelled back

You roll your eyes and walk away .

So yes, you were head over heels for Peter, but only Felix knew, and you were never going to tell anyone, especially Peter. Plus he had his land to take care of, his boys to look after, and most of all, he had Wendy.

********

The party started in about 2 hours, you and Felix and of course Peter were sweating like pigs trying to do the final touches on things

“Everything looks , simply, amazing!” You say looking at it all

“This is what teamwork is all about guys.” Felix said feeling proud

“We truly couldn’t have done it without one another.” Peter said folding his arms and smiling

“Honey!” Wendy yells from afar

You all turn around and see her smiling away

“What are you doing here? This is a surprise for everybody.” Peter said confused

“I wanted to help silly.” She said kissing him on the cheek

Peter rubbed his face and looked stressed.

“I really wanted to do the final touches with Y/n and Felix.” He said calmly

“And now you can do it with me.” She said picking up a party hat and placing it on the table

Peter was very overwhelmed and you could tell it was taking a toll on him.

Party was finally here.

The boys came in with their best dress, which was just their regular clothes with some homemade bow ties

The mermaids came to the shore and sat on the rocks enjoying all the drinks that you guys made

Indians came and sat at the table eating the food and talking amongst each other

Peter and the pirates were talking and getting along great , you never knew why him and Hook were enemies when they got along so well.

“Aye aye I would’ve drank that whole bottle if it wasn’t for you Pan!” Hook yelled playfully

“I bet I can out drink you here and now Hook!” Peter put his money where his mouth was.

“Oh yeah?” Hook said taking an other swig of his drink

The boys laughed and laughed you haven’t seen Peter laughed this hard, he was genuinely having a good time with his boys and enemy Hook.

You smiled at that

“Honey let’s go sit next to the fire.” Wendy said as she interrupted the boys talking and laughing

“Wendy I’m with the boys right now maybe later.” He said still laughing with Hook

“No I’m cold honey.” She said

The boys look at Peter not knowing what to do, it got awkward really fast.

“I’m with the boys.” Was all he could say as he was quickly sobering up not understanding why she was acting like this

“I just told you I’m cold.” She said folding her arms

“Then go get a blanket.” He pointed to the cabin

She looked at him in disgust

“Come with me.” She dared to say

That’s when you believe Peter lost it, he lost all self control, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, or maybe it was simply both.

“We do EVERYTHING together! We sleep together, we shower together, we eat together, we do laundry together, we cook together, hell we might as well shit together too!” Peter yelled in front of everyone.

Nobody said a word , they all just stood quiet, as did you.

“Peter why don’t you go inside your cabin for a bit buddy.” Felix said trying to pull him away

“Fuck no! You don’t tell me what to do, the lost boys don’t tell me what to do, the Indians don’t tell me what to do, the mermaids don’t tell me what to do and SHE!” He points to Wendy.

“She DEFINITELY will never EVER tell me what to do again!” He said, he was fed up, he was exhausted, he let her control his every move, the king of neverland was never really the king perhaps, just a puppet on a string and the puppet master was Wendy Darling.

********

That night was one of the most quiet’s night Neverland has ever had, though you could hear whispers all throughout the land, for everyone was talking about Peter and Wendy.

You couldn’t sleep so you decided to go to your thinking spot, the waterfall, it was a little cold out so you brought your blanket with you, walking around and taking the night in your eyes start to shift to the waterfall, it was such a beautiful sight to see, so peaceful, so magical, so- Peter was sitting there …

Just as you were about turn back your foot stepped on a twig.

Peter turned your direction

“I-I’m so sorry I had no idea you were here.” You said as you were walking away

“Wait!” Peter yelled as you stopped in your tracks not knowing what do to , back still facing him

“Come sit.” He said

You turn around and nod walking every so slowly towards him.

Sitting down you put your hair behind your ear, nervous on what to even say. You hadn’t seen him since the fight.

“Can I tell you something?” Peter said

“Of course, you can tell me anything.” You said looking at him swallowing a little hard for your mouth was dry because of how nervous you truly were.

“I think I loved her too much.” He confessed to you as he looked towards the water

“Why do you say that?” You got the courage to ask

“It feels like weight and darkness when I’m with her, it didn’t use to feel like that. It’s like after she got comfortable and consumed me , ate me and spit me out into nothing ” He shook his head

“Peter…” was all you could say

“I loved her too much and I lost myself while doing so. It’s like I’m thirsty all the time, and I can never get a drink of water. It was like a curse, a beautiful tragic curse. “ he said looking at you

“You know what you have to do right?” You asked him

He simply nodded and looked towards the water once again.

“This is going to be hell.” He says picking up a rock and throwing it in the water.

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Collision

Summary: Maul and Nina have their first fight. Both of their lack of communication and trust issues show up. It’s long and heated. 

Pairing: Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus

Warnings: Mention of wounds, medication, anxiety, mutual pining, miscommunication, idiots in love, angst (Let me know if I left out something.) Minors DNI! Every sentence in italics is an inner monologue.

AN: This fic means a lot to me and I worked on it a lot. If you have any advice or comments, please share them with me kindly. I'm posting for the first time in years and I don't want nasty comments to discourage me from posting again. Remember it’s a slow burn! If you don't like it, please go to another blog. I did my best to translate it, so pls forgive me, English is not my first language.

Please enjoy reading!

previous chapter

divider by the lovely Saradika

“Get out of my head if you can’t face me in person!”

Maul heard her firm words toward him. She didn’t even turn, just stared at the landscape.

Earlier that day Maul was meditating by the lake, deeply hidden in the forest of Naboo. 

Rays of sunlight danced warmly on his tattooed chest. This time, thanks to the pleasant weather, he only wore his black pants.

Being in nature meant that one of the purest manifestations of the Force could be felt more strongly and unobtrusively. He could feel it in the soft grassy ground, the gentle trickle of the water, the leaves of the trees and all the living things that were nearby, whether in the lake or in the sky. He could sense the mossy smell of approaching summer in the air.

The Force hummed around Maul, which helped him go deeper in his meditation, helped him concentrate and see and feel everything more clearly. It was as if he saw everything he wanted to see through a crystal mirror.

Zabrak was preoccupied with so many things. His mind was filled with questions that he knew he could not address to his Master. Most revolved around a young woman with particularly green eyes.

The appearance of Nina in the last few days caused a serious disturbance in the relationship that bound Maul to the Force. 

It felt like taking a wrong turn off his path, a misstep from his goal. 

For once, he didn't understand the path he was on, he saw the final outcome towards the big Greatness only as a very uncertainty. 

He had been sitting upright, eyes closed, motionless since coming from the hospital. From the outside, he looked like a statue. A fearsome warrior stuck and frozen in time. Awaiting the adequate moment of awakening, the command to act, spilling filthy Jedi blood.

In his mind, he held the fragments of memories stolen from Nina like pieces of a puzzle. He tried to match and interpret them chronologically. He knew exactly what he was searching for. A presence of his Master. For that unmistakable characteristic, immense kind of darkness. It’s so intense he sometimes even tastes it on his tounge.

He found himself disappointed. Nina was not in contact with his Master, or at least not in these bit’s he could see in her mind. That's why he continued to look at the memory fragments continuously. Scrutinizing every moment. Childhood memories filled with light, music and stars. There weren't many of those. He saw fingers on piano keys, on a telescope, among holobooks. He sensed the smells of paint and sweet cherry. A colorful scarf, a woman's laugh, a gentle caress. Neon lights, bitter taste of alcohol and dancing in bars. Smiling girl with pink hair. An older lady sits with tea in her hand, her face tired but peaceful.

These were followed by memorial images that were imbued with grief and sorrow. A little girl clings to a man -but Maul see this one quite blurry- 

"Don't go! Stay! We need you!" cried the little girl. The man just shook the little girl off him. "This will be the best my little Comet." 

The visions then became vivid of a woman lying on a bed, pale and obviously ill. He felt a strong hand gripping the arm of the little girl he had just seen, albeit already older. "I'm not ready to leave yet! I don't want to leave you my little Star!" 

Maul could feel the fear and panic emanating from the little girl. She was traumatized and understandably horrified by the woman's death, since she was too young to see and understand the occurrence of another death.

Other memories were not particularly significant. 

He noticed a pattern. After each bad memory the next one was more and more vague, confusing and short. He concentrated and with the Force guidance he manipulated them to see them in his mind over and over again, like a holofilm with big breaks. Every rift was dark, filled with anger and grief. He probably accessed and stole some of Nina’s deeply repressed memories. 

He also saw fragments of today's event, her mind showed him. He felt Nina's fear, but her firm resistance when she was attacked today in the city. He saw the attacking Clawdite's face. He saw another man, a man with forest green eyes. He looked at Nina with angry and deep hatred. Who could he be? What if his Master made some sort of deal with the young woman but erased his presence to hide it from Maul? Maul learned a long time ago that he can't be suspicious or careless enough when it comes to his Master’s mind games. 

Pondering the memories didn't solve anything or answer Maul's further questions. He needed to know more. He was sure that there was some significance to their meeting. He felt conflicted. 

He formed a plan. When the starry night reclaimed its territory above the daylight, he dressed and left the lake and the old villa behind. He knew the location of her apartment downtown, but something told him deep inside that he didn't have to go that far for Nina. So Maul decided to rely on the Force, which would lead him to the young woman eventually.

He barely reached the edge of the forest when he saw her. In the darkness, he watched her carefully from among the trees, like a shadow.

Maul didn’t know the answer why but seeing Nina being hurt and vulnerable angered him, made his breathing hard, his hands were both forming thigh fists on his sides. He saw her small form facing him with her back.

Her hair was still a bit damp from an earlier shower, her braid slightly sticking to the back of her a loose knit sweater that evoked the colors of the dawn. Under the sweater her dress was green.

He was so close he could hear her heart breathing which was slow, slower than a normal human heart should beat. Her scent filled his nostrils. Cherry, almonds and mint tea. This time it was more fresh and it mixed with the sweetness of the milla flowers that bloomed at night on Naboo. He closed his eyes, he memorized her nosie, just being and breathing quietly. He liked it. The sound of her existence made him feel light in a way. As if despite all the bad things that happened in the universe, her existence was the only good thing. As suspicious as she made him, Maul had to admit that she still had a peaceful effect on him. He felt an unfamiliar warmth, which was not anger, it was soft.

This kind of feeling of lightness surrounded him, and weighed on his soul. He felt it since they both shook hands a few nights earlier. Then the Force infused this warmth, this lightness, into Maul's being through her touch. This, among others, piqued his interest. That it was the Force or Nina herself? What is the purpose of this? And why right now, before the Great Plan is starting its steps set into motion? If it’s the Force is it prue or is it manipulated by his Master?

He had so much to lose, and he was not ready to fail. He needed more information, and quickly before this wave of new emotions washed over him and made a damage that will be incapable of improving by him.

He needed to dig deeper in her mind, search for more information that’ll answer this feeling he has, and take it.

If he wants to get what he needs to make sense for this whole situation, he has to be ruthless. Yes, he was too weak, too compassionate last time with her. How pathetic of him, that he let Nina get under his skin even for a pathetic minute. To let her be a wedge between him and his revenge, and him and between his destiny: power and greatness. Maul would have chosen these, and sacrificed everything for these without second guessing until now..... 

Why would Nina have an intention with him if this is not a test? What could he offer other than serving his Master's Great Plan? Nina does not fit into this goal, to his life. Yet he wants to be with her. What a conflicting situation…

He was there again. She felt him before she saw him.

He was there. Calm, Collected and powerful energy surrounded the air.

She waited to fill her lungs with the fresh night air, then she spoke, her back still facing him. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater, she didn't even notice she was crying. The moon phases tattooed on her back were slightly visible to him.

She felt something in her mind, barely noticeable, shadowy dark hands with clawed ends tried to reach into her thoughts. They were so careful that Nina almost failed to recognize the strange sensation.

“Get out of my head if you can’t face me in person!” she ordered the darkness. 

He didn’t answer, instead she heard his barely audible soft footsteps coming closer. 

“One is a coincidence, twice is a pattern. What should we call the third occasion?” she said and plucked off a cluster of fragrant jasmine, elegantly lifting it to her nose, inhaling its sweet scent, then fiddling with the flowers in her hands.

First the Pantheon club, then her favorite place by the lake, and now the garden that extends towards the forest and becomes one with the backyard of her home. She wasn’t sure if the hospital visit was real or a vivid fever dream.

“Fate.” His voice was velvety like a lover's touch.

He stepped next to her and began to admire the dawn, whose colorful lights slowly brightened from the obsidian dark night, but even the first rays licked their silhouette warmly. She chuckled softly and turned to Maul, leaning her hips against one of the rock walls.

"You might be able to convince me of coincidences, but you'll never convince me that you believe in fate. It's an ideal for dreamers and romantics. Something says you're not one to be one of them, Maul."

“You’re injured..” Instead of an answer, he just said this, referring to the bandage on the girl's hairline and the bruises on her body.

The deep, rich voice brushed over her skin like a dark whisper, followed by a shiver that meant equal parts of waring and pleasure. She recognized it immediately; she heard it only two times in her life, but it was enough to etch itself into her memories. It was unforgettable, just like the owner of it. 

“You have a talent to turn every question into an observation.” 

“Who did this to you?” he asked, faceing her, his glooming irises searching for her green ones.

“So you were worried about me then?” she asked in a teasing playful tone.

It was not a worry he felt, because there was no bond nor fondness. He felt some sort of curiosity mixed with lust and a little amount of amusement for her. The Force tried to tell him something he yet could not understand, that was the part that made him curious. The problem was that she was not immune to the touch of darkness. So he couldn’t know her without being familiar with her acts and the way she uses truth and information.

“I’m merely curious.”

“Let’s just say this attack was a response to my bold move. The consequences of my decisions.” she shrugged her shoulders.

“Why did all of her answers have to be so nonsensical, yet suggestive at the same time?” he thought.

Maul started to lose his patience toward this situation and toward Nina he wanted answers, and he wanted them now. 

“Why did that man want you to quit? Who is he? And why did you get attacked after talking with him?” he asked in a demanding tone. 

Maul towered over Nina like a hungry sinister shadow, dressed in black to the feet, scrutinizing the young woman's movements and the micro-mimics of her words from under his hood.

“What? How did you..?  Were you spying on me?!” Nina's voice dripped with surprise and Maul could feel the distrust in her with a hint of fear. This filled him with satisfaction.

Nina’s posture shifted, she didn’t step back, she stretched and straightened her spine and shoulders, looking like a cobra before biting.

"I thought you made it clear in our first conversation that you weren't some sort of stalker."

"I am waiting for my question to be answered." Maul said.

The condescending style of tone irritated Nina. Jade eyes were searching for him. She tossed the jasmine branch away. She let it fall down into the depths towards the waterfalls that surrounded her planet. She touched the upper side of her arm, where the fall of the sweater allowed her shoulders and upper arms to be seen. It still had the four horizontal and one vertical mark on her pale flesh. Her dad's hand print.

Maul held out his gloved hand. Nina controlled her first reaction to pull away, inhaled as his fingers tingled over her skin. Baerly and almost gently ran over the bruise. She had goosebumps.

"What do you want from me?" she breathed out the question.

Maybe even Maul himself didn't know exactly.

“Everything”-He thought -“I want everything.”

Instead he said this, pulling back his hand.

“Answers. But if it brings you comfort, if I wanted to kill you I would, on our first meeting.”

“Then ask.”

So he did. 

“Do you know my Master?”

“No. Maybe. What is his name?”

Already with the first question, they entered dangerous territory. Nina souldn't even know about Maul's existence let alone his Master’s. She is always so twisted with her words. Maul has to reframe his questions to get the answer implicitly but clearly.

"Did someone pay you to be there that night at the club? And later in the woods."

"No." she answered firmly but raising her eyebrows questioningly.

"So they blackmailed you? They instructed you? Maybe in a message or in person."

"What? No! YOU were the one who came to me that night in case your memory fails you." Nina stepped closer. “ Are you in any kind of trouble?"

"Answer the question!"

"I already did."

"Why don't I believe you then?

“That sounds like a YOU problem.” 

Maul looked at her with such a sternness that it seemed to Nina that the quiet darkness surrounding him was taking physical form. She inhaled and exhaled a long breath.

“So, if I understand  you correctly, you think that I have some sort of ulterior motive toward you? Except, that I find you attractive?”

Maul just stared at her with piercing golden eyes. She read them easily.

“You imply that not only am I some sort of threat but I am a liar too?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. You twist my words.”

“Well, it jolly well sure sounds like it!” she was angry, he could tell. 

Anger was good, familiar. He could work with that. It was a familiar field, an emotion he could cope with.That he could provoke and manipulate just as he pleased.

“Is this an interrogation? Should I call my lawyer? ” she mused.

“Who was that man who sent you to hospital?” he pushed further.

"This is absolutely none of your business! He is nobody.”

Maul stepped closer, intimidation pouring into the young woman's aura. He can't leave room to dodge. He has to take advantage of the opportunity while Nina is still so vulnerable. He lifted her chin with his index finger. 

“That's a lie. Why do you lie, Starlight?

That name again. That voice!

Maul's voice affected her like a seductive melody, menacing yet veiled in the air between them. Endless wild night, darkness and the promise of freedom mixed with violence. Maul was like the dawn around them, a wild and vivid red beam of light penetrating the calm colors of the night. Orange, purple, rich colors of crimson. Nina never knew she had a voice kink. Now he unlocked this in her.

Her heart fluttered. She didn't welcome the feeling in her chest. She needed space but also yearned for the warmth of his darkness. She felt the butterflies flutter inside her. She needed something to distract herself. She needed space as well as distance.

“You are observing me too closely! I’m not a little bug in your palm!” she pushed his hand away.

“Why are you making this much effort to avoid the question? Are you afraid, Starlight? It's a natural emotion, but it makes you seem like a coward.”

He stepped on thin ice of her patience. 

“You call me a coward?! Funny. If the Force using path doesn’t work out, you should be a comedian!” she laughed dryly. “I'm not sure what exactly you want from me to answer. But I have this feeling that no matter what I say, it’ll never go through your thick skull. You already decided about me. Let’s negotiate then. What is it you except from me?”

“I want your confession.”

“A confession? About what? I didn't do anything!” 

“A confession about me. What did you do to me? Why are you holding me back from my path?” he thought silently.

“I know there was a reason behind today's incident. I know you have something planned. I’m interested in who is involved in this case? What is your goal?"

"Stars above! Felix hired you? It's him, isn't it? I succeeded, I found something and now he's afraid. How much did he pay you to get close to me?"

Nina's gaze was surprised and enlightened, her green eyes glittered triumphantly. She surprised Maul with this question. He had to admit, the young woman proved to be a really good negotiator. She had this gift which she apparently used well.

He did not expect such a turn. Or is she just trying to confuse him?

“I was clearly wrong about you.” he said, implying that he thought she was a weak outsider, a beautiful but ordinary person on this planet. 

“It's okay, most people are. They underestimate what I'm capable of.” She held eye contact. 

Realization hit him. Nina won't say anything on her own. But she was clearly hiding something. The time for asking and answering questions has ended. This time, the Force is needed. Maul was annoyed, she was convoluted with her answers and his patience was running out. He was amazed that it had been this far at all.

He stepped closer until Nina was trapped between him and the stone wall. Nina looked back, the stone wall was up to her waist, behind her was only the dark abyss and night, the stars had already started to speckle the sky, the crescents of the moon provided enough light for her to see the male clearly. 

Damn those eyes! she cursed them. She had to force herself to look away. They were so captivating. So pretty. How could she not get hypnotized by them? 

The stone wall separated her from falling down into the chasm, the place where a few nearby waterfalls cascaded. She certainly wouldn't survive. The other way out is to somehow get them through Maul. This solution also seemed unrealistic, the man didn't hurt her, but Nina could feel the blood beating violently in her ears from the adrenaline and her lungs taking in more air.

With a light movement, he swept a few locks from her face, carefully avoiding her freshly bandaged wounds. Meanwhile, he noticed that several lighter freckles were hiding next to the darker ones.

"Are you afraid Starlight?" he asked, voice low but his tone was light and casual just like he was small talking about the weather, insignificant compared to what really interested him at the moment.

"Yes." she said honestly. "But not from you."

Maul lifted his brow. She licked her dry lips.

"More like, afraid of what you're capable of."

"You should be…  But. Do not fear Starlight, this will not hurt, if you let me in.” he said in a calm voice, cupping her face with his gloved hands. 

“What are you doing?”

He closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt her mental walls,as he smoothed the wall around, looking for a gap. They were still weak from the concussion, but he sensed some attempt at resistance, though he slipped in successfully.

This time he avoided the deeply buried memories, concentrating on searching for traces of his Master's presence, any sign that this was a trap. But he found nothing. Nina resisted and pushed him out of consciousness, even if a little clumsily, but Maul still appreciated her attempt more than anyone he'd ever faced. Compared to himself, he was gentle, he did not touch other areas, but there was something that Nina's mind revealed to him unintentionally. The man she was threatened by was her relative. This made her snap. 

A sudden movement jolted him out of his meditative state. She wanted to slap him, but he caught her wrist in the process. 

She was staring at him, she trembled with anger in every cell of her body. Maul couldn't get in deep or full, he saw what she allowed him. Even in weak conditions her mindfulness was strong. She lost her compliant calmness, and she fighted him. 

His hand wrapped around her throat the gold irises that pinned her down burnt like twin suns in the darkness of night. Nina’s hands tore his wrist from her, touching the small part where his cloak and leather gloves don't cover his skin. She shoved at the strong wall of his chest, yet, he didn’ move, he was way stronger than to be pushed by a weak woman like her.

“Don’t kriffing touch me like that”

He searched for her. She was frustrated. He slipped in her mind again, under that frustration he felt her panic, her post traumatic stress. Her attacker tried to suffocate her by squeezing her throat. It was still a fresh memory. She lived it through again now. It was playing on her mind like a holofilm. His expression softened. He slowly removed his hand, and whispered.

“Breathe.” his voice grounded her just like at the hospital. 

He didn’t feel his Master's presence in any way. This calmed him. But when he opened his eyes, he saw her.

Her face flushed, blooming red covered her freckles spreading towards her ears. Her jade green eyes turned dark. She stared at him and if looks could kill, he’d be a dead male by now. He had never seen her this beautiful before. Her beauty became ethereal for him, her anger oosed around them deliciously. Cold fire gleamed in her green eyes. 

“Don’t you ever do this again!” she told through gritted teeth.

Tension twisted between them like an invisible rope, he felt it, as it kept wrapping its limbs around his words and around his neck. It was maddening. Maul felt the urge to push her against the wall, fist her soft hair, claim her mouth and taste her and ignite a fire in his chest.

They were observing each other with cold gaze and anger. None of them had such warmth in their hearts.

“This isn’t the Jedi way!” she breathed hard, panting heavily. Ruby red blood dripped from her nose onto the ground. Probably the side effect of resisting Maul’s telepathic power. " I have to admit I don’t usually like Jedi, and you mister are certainly not fun to be around.”

“I’m no Jedi.” he sounded offended, almost harsh as he snapped at her.

“Says the man with the light saber. So you’re some kind of Force user then?” she raised a brow. 

“A specific kind of Force user.”

“What does this even mean?! So not only Jedi can use and connect to the Force?”

Silence. He made a statement, but didn't add anything to it, and Nina understood that it was a "Leave it !" kind of silence.

“Never mind. Did you at least find what you were looking for, if you've sneaked into my mind so brazenly?”

“Yes and no. I still don’t know what your motivation is.”

“Stars above! You don’t get it! ” she laughed at him. 

Maul lifted his brows; she was clearly a lunatic. Laughing in a Sith's face while it’s cornering her. To laugh in the face of darkness, power, death.

“You still don’t get it! You saw my memories, my thoughts and you couldn’t figure it out.” she was shaking while he still pinned her down. See was shaking from laughing, not from fear.

“You poor man. Here I am thinking he was the one who hired you to get me. Silly boy! I have no plans for you! I’m gonna have my revenge on someone that I used to call my father.”

Her voice was raspy but it dripped with contempt and pride. 

Maul didn't understand why he was so insecure about her. Nina clearly posed no physical threat to him. Nina merely existed in the orbit of her own life, completely independent of Maul's celestial body. Yet... Maul could still feel the gravitational pull between the two of them. He felt mesmerized, like the light of the night lights on a moth. He considered the approach dangerous, but he could not resist.

"So you really are insignificant."

It was a big mistake on Nina's part to make fun of him. Maul stabbed back mercilessly, unable to let the previous insults pass without a counter strike. And she might as well be thankful for him not using his light saber in the process. Nina went silent, stern. The light from her eyes faded. 

His sentence clearly hurt her. Deeply. He saw it in her eyes, yet the satisfaction never came to him. 

“I need space!” She stepped away creating a few steps between them. She thought about hurting him hard with a chair or something heavy. 

“Maybe you have power I will never understand nor carry, but one thing I understand clearly, that you truly are an asshole! We’re done here!” 

She passed by him and went away. He looked at her receding silhouette for a long time, never saying a word, only observing her. Again she left without permission and without fear.

Green eyes. Green dress. The symbol of life and nature.

He always thought red was a powerful color, the symbolism for power and destruction. But turned out green was his new fucking favorite color.

next chapter

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Crossdress, Fall in Love

A story by CutieMei, made with help from ChatGPT.

Part 3

Once they arrived at Sam's apartment, Mei couldn't help but feel nervous about revealing his feminine side to him. But he gathered his courage, and in secret, he brought along his favorite nightgown in his handbag, a white see-through nightgown. "Please wait for me here, okay? I... wanna show you something," He blushed as he hurried to the bathroom to change.

Mei nervously stepped out of the bathroom, wearing his nightgown. He felt exposed and vulnerable, but seeing Sam's expression of admiration made him feel more confident.

Mei in his white see-through nightgown

"Wow, you look stunning," Sam breathed, his eyes trailing down Mei's body. "I've never seen anything quite like it."

Mei felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had been so worried about how Sam would react, but it seemed like he had nothing to worry about.

"Thank you," Mei whispered, his cheeks flushing with pleasure.

They settled onto the couch with glasses of wine and snuggled under a cozy blanket. Mei leaned into Sam's chest, feeling a sense of comfort and security that he had never experienced before. The movie played on the TV, but their minds were elsewhere, buzzing with anticipation for what was to come.

Mei makes himself cozy on the couch

As the movie ended, Sam turned to Mei with a look of longing in his eyes. He took Mei's hand and led him to the bedroom. Mei's heart raced with excitement, and his body tingled with desire as they undressed each other, each movement slow and deliberate.

As Sam and Mei explored each other's bodies, each touch filled with tenderness and affection. Mei felt safe and protected in Sam's arms, and he knew that he could trust him completely.

Sam exploring Mei's soft and delicate body

Sam whispered sweet nothings in Mei's ear, telling him how beautiful he was and how much he meant to him. Mei's heart swelled with love, and he couldn't help but smile at Sam's words.

As they kissed, their bodies entwined, their passion growing stronger with each passing moment. Mei felt a warmth spreading throughout his body, and he knew that he had never felt this way before.

Sam's touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers tracing Mei's curves and caressing his skin with a tenderness that made him feel cherished. Mei reciprocated, running his hands over Sam's muscular frame, marveling at the strength and power beneath his skin.

As they continued to explore each other, they lost themselves in the moment, forgetting about everything else except the love they shared. They kissed and touched each other for hours, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, as if they had been made for each other.

"I love you," Sam whispered, his eyes locked with Mei's.

Mei's heart swelled with emotion, and he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "I love you too," he replied, his voice hoarse with feeling.

Mei is looking into Sam's eye with affection

Their lovemaking was a beautiful expression of their love and desire, each touch and kiss conveying an intense feeling of connection and intimacy. Mei felt a sense of completeness, like he had found the missing piece to his life.

As they lay in bed together, wrapped in each other's arms, Mei felt a sense of contentment that he had never known before. He knew that with Sam, he could be himself without fear of judgment or rejection.

"Thank you for accepting me for who I am," Mei murmured, his head nestled against Sam's chest.

"Thank you for sharing your true self with me," Sam replied, his hand tracing patterns on Mei's back. "I love all of you, no matter what."

Mei smiled, feeling like he had finally found his place in the world. With Sam by his side, he knew that he could conquer anything, explore the world together, and make new memories.

Mei felt a sense of contentment that he had never known before.

End

[euesworld]

"He is mesmerized every time she smiles, it's that sparkle in her eyes.. he adores her, you can see it in his. He looks at her lips, they are so beautiful that he can barely think.. she said something but he wasn't listening. He dashed forward and planted a little peck on the corner of her mouth, she smiled again and leaned forward to kiss him. He met her in the middle and every star in the sky glittered like fireworks when their lips touched.. at least it did for them. You can call it magic, but me.. I call it love."

There's no magic like two people falling in love - eUë

[starlightcevans]

Your Ghost - A Ransom Drysdale story

Chapter 4

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I have written stories on Wattpad, but I have decided to share the stories on Tumblr too. I have written two full stories based on Ransom Drysdale. I am currently busy on the third story. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing the story.

A lot of thought and work was put into this story.

Warning: This story contains mature content: Strong language, and smut. I'd recommend 18+ to read this story, but viewer discretion is advised. Please be aware that this fan fiction will contain explicit scenes that may not be suitable for younger viewers and scenes of alcohol. There is mature content in this fan fiction.

Please note I do not own any of the characters, this is purely for fiction.

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EVELYN:

I dial my neighbors number before Ransom begins to speak. She answers on the first ring. "Hello Evelyn!" "Hi Lydia! Can you please do me a favor?" I ask. "Anything!" "Can you please feed Sheila for me? I need to come collect her because I won't be home for the night." I explain.

"Of cause I can, but why won't you be home?" She asks.

"I am by Harlan, and he asked for me to stay for dinner. So it'll be late and Harlan told me I cannot drive back in the dark."

"I see...but why doesn't Sheila stay by me for the night? I am sure Simba wouldn't mind a friend to play with." Lydia suggests.

"That...is actually a better option." Why didn't I think of that? "You have my spare keys?"

"Yes I do. I will feed Sheila shortly." Lydia beams.

"You don't mind? I know it is one night, but Sheila does not do so well when I am not there." I tell her.

"It is alright! What are friends for?"

I smile. "You smiling now aren't you?"

She giggles. "How can you tell?"

We both laugh and then say goodbye.

Lydia and I do go walking quite a lot, but I have been busy with my book and Sheila needs to get out of the house sometime.

I put my phone in my bag and take in a breath. I turn with my head down and walk toward the door, but Ransom's hand stops me from unlocking the door.

"Ransom not this again!" I sigh.

"I warned you to watch your tone with me." Ransom whispers in my ear.

He takes my bag and drops it on the floor. He takes my arm and spins me around so that I fall back onto the armchair.

"What the –"

Ransom towers over me with his knee pressed between my legs. He grabs hold of my neck, just underneath my jaw – and forces me to look at him.

"Do not provoke me like that in front of my family." He breathes on my face.

"Stop...it!" I manage to say.

"I told you that we are not done talking." His voice is cold.

I try to push his hand away from my neck, but he is too strong.

"There...is...nothing...to...talk about!" I breathlessly say.

Ransom scoffs. "Like hell there is. Who was that man?"

I roll my eyes. Not this again!

"Don't roll your eyes at me! You know what will happen if you keep doing that." He warns.

I know what he will do...and I miss it...but I shouldn't.

Ransom tightens his grip on my neck. "Who was that man?"

I start to choke. "You...are...hurting me!"

Ransom looks down and immediately lets go. He then starts to message each side of my jaw.

"I'm sorry..."

I smack his hand away. "No you are not! If you squeezed a little more tightly, you would have choked me." I place my fingers on my neck and cough a little.

I look into his eyes. Dammit!

His eyes have softened. "I am sor –"

"Don't say what you don't mean." I bitterly retort.

Ransom leans in closer and I automatically lean my head back.

"I. Am. Sorry." He cooes.

His eyes travel down to my lips and then he looks back into my eyes. My eyes are locked onto his. I feel his fingers brush on my lower lip.

"You have the most luscious lips." His fingers stroke my lip. "They are so beautiful...and full." His voice changes to a sexier tone. A tone I remember he used when we started seeing each other. It was intoxicating...and it still is.

He leans in close enough that his lips brush over mine. I close my eyes. Dammit! I am giving in. I lean in, but Ransom puts his fingers on my lips.

"What do you want?" He whispers.

What? Does he want me to tell him?

"Tell me what you want me to do Evelyn?"

Hearing Ransom say my name in that sexy tone...I can feel the goosebumps rising on my skin.

"I...I..."

"Say it."

"I want you." I whisper. I know this is wrong, but why does this feel right?

Ransom chuckles softly. "I know you do, but what do you want me to do right now?"

"Kiss me!" The words escape my mouth.

"As you wish." Ransom smirks.

He removes his fingers and lifts my chin as our lips meet. The kiss was not like the previous one earlier. No possessiveness. This kiss feels softer and gentler. I moan against his lips. This is the Ransom I remember.

Ransom cups my face and gently kisses one corner of my mouth to the other corner. His lips travel to my neck and I let out a sharp breath.

"I am sorry I hurt you." He softly says.

His one hand travels down to my leg and he slowly moves his hand up my thigh...to there!

I open my eyes. "Ransom! No! Not in here!" I shriek.

Ransom ignores me and his fingers tugs at my pants as I feel his teeth on my neck. I look up and realize that I need to end this. Again. I feel as if my self-conscious slaps me back to the reality of what Ransom did to me.

"Get...Off!" I raise my voice, but Ransom doesn't listen – as usual.

There is a sudden knock on the door.

"Shit!" Ransom curses and he immediately steps out to the side.

I jump up and grab my bag, but Ransom catches my hand in his. "This is not over."

I let out an exasperating breath. "For goodness sake Ransom! I don't know that man from a bar of soap!" My tone is bitter.

"I was not talking about that man." He glares at me, but I don't care.

"Let. Me. Go!" I yank my arm away from his hand.

I halt just before I unlock the door. "Don't talk to me tonight...please." I add the last word to be polite.

Ransom gives me his crooked smile. I look away.

"Please..." I pleas this time.

I unlock the door, but in barges Richard, knocking me to the floor.

"Ransom there you are! Evelyn?" He looks surprised when he looks at me. "I didn't know you were here. Why are you here?"

Ransom walks over to help me up.

"Thank you." I say loud enough so Ransom can only hear me. I look at Richard and automatically shrug. "I –"

"Son." Richard looks to Ransom, ignoring me.

"Father." Ransom says with mock gravity.

"Your mother wants to speak to you." Richard looks at me, "Alone."

I look at Ransom for some reason. Maybe he would tell me to leave?

"Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to speak?" Richard boasts.

"Yes...No...um...I should go." I announce to both of them and walk out of the study.

I hear voices coming from outside the front door. I sidle closer to the door and peak out to see who has arrived. I see the whole family: Joni and her daughter Meg. Walt, Donna and their son Jacob – who never seems to look away from his cellphone. I then see Linda petting her one dog.

Blast! I hear Richard and Ransom having an altercation in the study.

Between the family arriving and the shouting in the study, I turn and race to the spare bedroom. I am glad that nobody stopped me.

I close the door and lock it – I do not want a repeat of earlier. I toss my bag across the floor and I fall down on the bed.

The whole family is here. The whole fucking family is here! I really wish I declined Harlan's request to stay for dinner. I hope I get to sit next to Harlan because then I will feel less stressed with being around this family.

I close my eyes to try and calm myself down, but just as I close my eyes, there is a knock on the door.

"Go away Ransom!" I shout.

The person knocks again, but I ignore it. I cannot have Ransom in this room again. Not right now. I have been alone with him twice now and both times I have nearly fell victim to his ways – even though I swore I would not.

The person knocks again. If it is Ransom, I am going to slap him. I sigh and unlock the door.

"Rans – Oh sorry Harlan!" My face turns red as I see Harlan standing in front of me.

Harlan chuckles. "Not to worry dear. I know my grandson has been a little much today."

I tilt my head. "How did..."

"I know my grandson and..." Harlan points his finger to his neck as he looks at my neck.

My brows draw together and I turn to walk to the bathroom.

My eyes widen as I realize what Ransom did to me. "That son of a – He gave me a damn hickey!" I scream. I am going to really slap him when I see him again. He thinks by giving me a hickey that everyone will think we are still together? No! He gave me this damn thing to claim ownership of me!

"If I see him...I am going to –"

"It's alright dear." Harlan soothes.

"No it is not! He thinks he can pull this on me and expect me to not say something about it." As if a light bulb went on I realize. "Hang on. Maybe he wants me to ask him what he did this. He wants me to go talk to him. He –"

"Let me just tell you why I am here my dear." Harlan interrupts me.

"Joni!" He calls.

"Joni?" I crinkle my nose.

"Hello sweet Evelyn! You look...well you have looked better." Joni looks at my apparel.

I hold my finger up. "To be fair, I only came here to speak to Harlan in the first place. I had no idea I was going to stay for dinner." I defend myself.

"Sure." Joni response seems to sound more like a mock than anything else.

I look at Harlan. "Why did you call Joni?" I ask.

"I am here to dress you." Joni answers me instead of Harlan.

"You want to dress me?" My tone is kept neutral because if I sound shocked, Joni will be offended.

"Yes! Harlan told me that you are going to stay, so I suggested that I will dress you." She beams.

I raise a brow.

"It was either me or Linda. So I think you won there." She says under her breath.

"Linda knows I am here?" I shouldn't be shocked since I am going to have to face her sometime tonight.

"Of cause she does! Everyone knows you are here." Joni smiles at me, but I cannot help but think that smile is not meaningful.

"Now let's dress you. Harlan!" Joni ushers Harlan out.

"I will see you later Evelyn." Harlan waves goodbye.

"Here it is." Joni displays a candy red dress with a bateau neckline and tiered-ruffle from the hemline down to the ends of the dress. There is some strange pattern that looks more like a map leading you to some treasure chest.

"You...want me to wear...this tonight?" I feel the dress. It feels rough and has too much ruffle.

Joni frowns.

"Evelyn!" Meg enters the room. "I found the dress you asked for mom." Meg holds up a dress.

My eyes lock on that dress. It looks stunning. I place the red dress on the bed and I take the dress from Meg.

"This is beautiful." I admire the halter strap neckline and the beautiful crochet flower pattern on the side of the dress. The dress looks like it just goes above my knees if I wore the dress.

"I already bought one Meg honey." Joni assures Meg.

"Well...she has two options. Evelyn, which one?" Meg asks.

They both look at me. I have already made up my mind.

I smile.

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I see a future with you in it ~ Bradley Bradshaw Fic 💗

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jenny “JenPen” Mitchell

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw, Jenny Mitchell, Carol Bradshaw, Amber Kazansky, Pete Mitchell and other supporting characters

Setting: Flashback to their first Valentine’s Day together during High School

Fic Length: Short length, kinda like a blurb

Summary: Sometimes your first Valentine’s Days can lead to you talking about your future

->

The Bradshaw household was buzzing with music very morning but on a day like today, it was buzzing with love songs. Carol was baking pancakes another round of pancakes with extra strawberries on top while Bradley packed up his backpack as he stuffed some breakfast fruits into his mouth, searching for his earbuds. Until finally he found them in his other pants. It’s cause his mother to roll her eyes and say, “Bradley! Slow down, your not on a racetrack to the finish line, it’s just a normal school day. You’re gonna be fine!”

Bradley rolled his eye back at her with a look that was clearly his father’s goofy lovesick grin as he replied, “Mom! It’s not just any school day, it’s Valentine’s Day! JenPen is gonna be there and I’mma surprise her.”

“Jenny is just like any other girl, aside from having her father’s cheeky grin and sometimes impulsive behavior, you can get her anything and she will be happy. She will be overjoyed with whatever i buy her, it can be a simple bouquet of flowers and she will love it!”

“Mom she’s my girlfriend now! I won the grand prize and I’mma surprised her.”

“I swear your gonna go overboard and cause a huge scene like your father did in college during our first Valentine’s Day!”

“I won’t go overboard! I’m just gonna buy her a few things. Gotta go! Love you! Bye!”

Without a second to spare and another word from Carol, Bradley kisses his mother’s cheek, picked up his cowboy hat and drove downtown in his car heading to every store he could find, accidentally passing a few stop lights, until he found exactly what he was searching for. Even grabbing his friends along the way to the mall and any other store. Finally he found the gifts! He grabbed his paid items from the stores and headed off to school singing with his pals loudly.

—

Jenny was already bright and early at her locker fixing up her makeup. Today for Valentine’s Day, she decided to wear a cute but very comfy outfit. A white sweater with a pink tank top underneath, a nice length velvet reddish skirt and paired with a set of black low tops sneakers. To her was lifted in a ponytail with baby hairs threatening to stick out but it gave off a cute messy hairstyle vibe. It was finally her first actual romantic day with Rooster, especially after last year’s accidental Valentine’s Day confession between the pair at her house, after all those years of pinning and conflicted emotions those two lovebirds finally made it official.

“Hey girl!” Yelled out one of her friends, Trixie, bringing her out of her thoughts, “You look cute, where’s Kazansky at?”

“She decided to skip first period today, if she can possibly the rest of the day. Especially after that idiot football player, Travis dumped her for that random cheerleader, Giselle!” Jenny explain while fixing her lipstick.

“Aww poor thing! And Travis a a jerk, but Amber will get over it and find love in the future. I always pictured her with a blonde with blue eyes or a slightly short brunette with brown rich eye!”

“With her luck, her future husband will probably be a jock or a aviator lover boy. You going out tonight?”

“Ren from Geometry, you know the artistic dancer who’s a senior, asked me out.”

The girls chatted a bit before Trixie headed off to meet up with some other students in the hallway while Jenny stayed behind to finish up her English homework, she forgot to do the night before. Oops. She sat by her locker with her notebook in her lap, hearing a booming voice and music playing as laughter followed behind. Bradshaw and his friend, Ren.

The moment she looked up, her jaw completely dropped. Bradley was holding a huge 5 feet tall teddy bear, a small bouquet of roses and his friend, Ren, was throwing flowers to every girl in the hallway joyfully in the kindness way possible. Music played from Ren’s phone and everyone smiled. Hell, the pair was dressed up in such causal sweet outfits too. It a total sight to see. All Jenny could do was smile and giggles as she stood up watching the duo play their little performance.

“Oh my god!” Jen grinned running up to the boys blushing, “You two are something else, i swear!”

“Only the best for you, pumpkin! Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.” Bradley said, bringing her close as his lips brushed against hers sweetly, “You like?”

“I love! I only got you a sweater and a cowboy hat.”

“I bet I’ll look amazing it! I love you.”

“I love you too, Roo!”

The bell rang as both crazy kids rushed off to class in joyful laughter along with their friends. The two shared a few classes together, in which they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves for as they were caught by the teacher multiple time telling them to be quiet. When lunchtime came around, they were eating with their group of friends and Amber finally joined the group after skipping 1-4 period claiming she wasn’t feeling to well, while also getting a chance to slap her ex-boyfriend across the face in the hallways as many students saw. Jenny couldn’t be prouder at that as Bradley, Ren and Trixie cheered her on!

Finally the school day was to a end as the group headed to the park for a picnic. The boys were dancing nearby the streets, twirling every girl into their arms in pure laughter. Now, Amber and Trixie were by the swings. The couple stood next by the slides. Jenny noticed as Bradley smiling prouder as he put his cowboy hat on his head and zipped on his new sweater. “Now, when you said you were gonna wear the cowboy hat, I didn't know how I'd feel about it.” She said.

“And now that you've seen me in it, what's the verdict?” He asked sitting down on the slide while he saw Ren ran back to grab something from his car.

“I think you're sexier than socks on a rooster.” She repiled with a grin.

“That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!”

“I mean it, stud!”

“Wanna get lunch?”

Amber yelled from the swings, “Pizza.”

“YES!” Trixie yelled swing even higher.

Ren who ran back to the group after grabbing the water, yelled, “Fine by me!”

“Extra soda too!” All the girls shouted at the same time.

So a result the boys went and came back with pizza for three hungry ladies, as well as themselves. Every ate, they laughed, and later on played before heading their separate ways for the afternoon especially after it started getting chilly. However Bradley took his girl to the movie theater to see Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2, they weren’t the completely romantic type and wanted to see a cute funny film instead of a cheesy romantic comedy that they can just find on Netflix another time. To say the couple enjoyed themselves was a understatement because they were having a great time, even suggesting the idea of asking their parents for a dog after watching the movie.

The pair walked out of the movie theater into the parking lot, opened the doors on the front seats and turned up the radio to simply dance like nobody’s around. A few funky songs, some romantic some played and others were completely random. Bradley leaned against the door to the passenger taking a breath swaying his hand that was connected to Jenny who was dancing in way, swaying her hips and twirling around with still so much energy. At that moment, Bradley could’ve sworn Cupid has played his cards perfectly, cause all he saw a tiny gorgeous ball of soft sunshine and a gentle breeze made it was all clear. That’s his wife, standing right there in front of him.

“Come on! One more song?” She asked with a giggling grin, leaning towards her man, seeing her world in his eyes. Jenny let out a breathtaking sigh, playing with his hair as she rested her head on his shoulder, “I know that we’ll be alright, I don’t need another song. I got my song, you.”

“Alright, one moment, gorgeous. I’m somebody’s muses then.” Bradley let out a breathtaking smile, looped his fingers underneath her chin as his lips touched her, “…and well, I think i found the somebody I’ll love to share a home with. And I’m looking right at her.”

“Aww..i do see a future in your eyes Brad Brad. I want you, I don’t deserve this but i got it.”

“I don’t deserve you, but look at us now. I want a a huge house, with my piano in the living room and to have you dancing in your favorite dress.”

“And i want a huge kitchen to bake my apple pie for us with our dog. Oh! And we need extra rooms.”

“For what? It will be the two of us and maybe a dog! Called Buster or Maxwell or FeFe or Candy?”

“What? It’s for your mama and my daddy, silly! They need space to visit, they aren’t sleeping in the garage. And for our kids..if you want kids?”

—

Bradley grinned, picking her up by the waist spinning and he yelled, “I want a battalion! We’re having our own soccer team or baseball team.”

“Woah!” Jenny yelled mid laugh, “How many kids you think we’re having?”

“Well we need about 4! Two girls, two boys. And if we’re surprised with baby number 5, even better!”

“5 babies Bradshaws?! Let’s start with two and see how it goes!”

“As long as your their mama and I’m their daddy. And your my wife!”

Jenny grinned brightly thinking about all the possibilities and such, “Wife? Yes please! Jenny Bradshaw? I love it!”

“You’ll be called Mrs. Bradshaw..or Bradshaw-Mitchell or Mitchell-Bradshaw? We’ll figure it out later!”

“I love you, Mr. Bradshaw.”

“I love you Mrs. Bradshaw.”

“Happy Valentines Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”

—

The couple went home that day to Carol and Pete who were cooking up a mini dinner, well Carol was cooking and Pete was trying to steal the ingredients from her, as they ate with their parents. They talked about their day together with their friends, how they planned on sharing their weekend together with Pete’s house working on his planes and to go shopping with Carol. Pete discussed on how he had a date later that night to head off to while Carol brought up all the free samples she got at the mall today.

When the conversation about school came about, it was kind short. Since not too much that happened aside from the cute gift giving in the hallway, a math test made by Mr. Stevenson, the lunch ladies giving out cookies with their meals, a Valentines Day bake sale and of course, Amber slapping her ex-boyfriend across the face. Other than that, it wasn’t much to really talk about when it came to school. Overall it was a fun and very sweet Valentines Day for the Mitchell Bradshaw household.

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[shaygoyle]

Phantom sits, playing with the ring on his right hand. He knew it should be on the left, but he wasn't much of a traditionalist. He sighed heavily. It was Valentine's Day and he couldn't help but feel that familiar ache. So many things had changed. He was the king once more of the ghost zone, but not to conquer anything but to ensure her family's safety from the ghosts that sought vengeance. Suddenly he felt her arms wrap around him. "What's wrong, honey," she kissed his cheek. His heart skipped at her voice, her touch. Only she made him both weak and strong. "It's nothing, Dana," he lied. She held him tighter. "You're lying. I can tell you know." He laughed. She could. He had never been able to lie to her.  He reached up and touched her arm, as she nuzzled his neck. "So much as has changed. So much for the better, and still I struggle to believe I deserve any of this. What I've done in my past..." Dana smiled and brought his face to hers. "That was another time that no longer exists. You're no longer alone, Phantom. And you'll never be alone again, my king." Leaning back, he kissed his Dana Phantom, and in a single breath he whispered. "My Phantom Queen." (2016) Ocs and Art by @shaygoyle

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Marry Men (2022)

Music superstars Kat Valdez and Bastian are getting married before a global audience of fans. But when Kat learns, seconds before her vows, that Bastian has been unfaithful, she instead decides to marry Charlie, a stranger in the crowd.

A cheesy, feel good and predictable story. It is not promising to be anything special and it is exactly how it is advertised in the trailer so if the trailer is appealing to you, then you will enjoy it. It is a little bit like 'Notting Hill' but not as good. It is charming and feel good without any violence or stress so a fun movie if you want something lighthearted.

[bfmva7x]

Title: The Unveiling of Forbidden Passion

One might think, in this day and age, that a love story crafted with the richness of the written word would somehow be lacking in a certain honesty when compared to grand cinematographic portrayals. Yet, in the space between letters and words, there lies a depth of experience that no visual representation could ever match. It is here, in the realms of imagination, that the heart takes flight, intertwining with our wildest dreams and desires to create something new, something untouched and beautifully original. This is a story borne of such dreams, one that delves into the depths of the human spirit and emerges with the fire of passion so often kept hidden from the world.

Set against the backdrop of a quaint English village, the story of Angus and Olivia unfolds, two souls destined to be drawn into the heat of one another. In meeting, there was a sense of familiarity between them, as if their tired hearts recognised something vital, something necessary for their well-being. They tried, in those first weeks, to keep their attraction confined to the boundaries of friendship, but their feelings grew too strong to be boxed in by restraint. There came a time when the intensity of the fire threatened to consume them both, that they could no longer bear to deny each other the sweet caresses of forbidden passion.

The warmth of a setting sun bathed the earth in colour, the approaching dusk casting shadows upon the rolling hills that surrounded Olivia's modest cottage. She stood at her bedroom window, her heart racing in expectation of Angus's impending arrival. The sun's rays illuminated her pale face, her pink lips and the fierce beauty of her deep blue eyes. She breathed in the fragrant evening air, feeling her body flush with anticipation, her mind a swirling haze of possibilities she dared not yet indulge.

A gentle knock upon the door sent Olivia's heart into her throat. She swallowed the lump of fear and desire that had lodged itself there and hastily walked to the door. Silent prayers were whispered as she turned the handle and swung the door open, only to be met by the sight of Angus, whose presence seemed to fill the small room with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

His tall and muscular frame gave him an air of requisite strength, necessary in this moment to embolden him against the fear of the consequences that their actions would undoubtedly bring. His dark hair cascaded past his shoulders, framing a face that was equal parts rugged and refined, his eyes a shade of green that seemed to mirror the passion that threatened to consume him. Their gazes locked, words unspoken slipped between them, declaring their willingness to submit to the call of their tangled hearts.

For the briefest moment, Olivia hesitated. It would be so simple to turn back now, to maintain the façade of propriety and forgo the desires that stirred within her like restless embers. But when Angus reached out with trembling hands to cradle the tender skin of her cheeks, that uncertainty was shattered, replaced by an undeniable need that spoke of something far truer than any societal constraint.

The sun dipped below the horizon as Angus crossed the threshold, the dying light casting dancing shadows into the space between their porous bodies. As the door closed quietly behind them, the weight of the world fell away, releasing them into a realm of hungry kisses and feverish touches. With each brush of skin against skin, the dam holding back their passions crumbled, unleashing a torrent of need and deep desire.

In the dim light of Olivia's bedroom, a fire was kindled in the quiet corner where their bodies met. Fingers traced the outline of bodies, hungry for the intimacy that was both thrilling and terrifying. The cascading silk of Olivia's nightdress slid to the floor, leaving her exposed before Angus's heated gaze, her vulnerability now completely unveiled. He drank in the sight of her, his mind barely comprehending the ethereal beauty that lay before him.

The heat of their want radiated from each touch, sending shivers through their entwined bodies. The hunger, once carefully kept at bay, erupted into a storm of burning desire, fuelling the storm that seemed to sweep them away as the night's darkness engulfed the room. Time seemed to disappear, and their connection grew more and more intense with each breath shared and every whispered endearment. As they spiralled together, the line between where one began and the other ended grew blurred, indiscernible in the heat of their convergence.

As the moon's luminescent gaze pierced the dusky room, Angus and Olivia lay entwined, their bodies painted in silver light, their hearts pounding in unison. There, in the quiet aftermath, they listened to the whispered symphony of their ragged breaths, each one a testament to the passion that had enveloped them in its all-consuming embrace.

Wrought from the depths of the human spirit, Angus and Olivia's tale of forbidden passion ends just as the sun begins to rise, its rays painting the landscape with golden hues. They know, as they part, that their paths have been irrevocably altered, a bond forged that defies the rigid expectations of the world. For to love is to defy, to touch the essence of the divine fire that burns within each and every one of us, and to surrender to the complexities of our own souls.

In this manner, Angus and Olivia's love story is offered not as a mere narrative but as an exploration of the deepest recesses of the human heart. It is the story of passions held in check and vulnerabilities laid bare, the tale of two souls who find solace and meaning in their shared experience of love's transcendent power.

[living-dead-girl515]

The love you're looking for, the love that will last you forever. It's not a slow burn. It doesn't take time to build. That once in a lifetime, soul mate, all defining love. It's instant. It's true what they say. When you know you know. God, please, if I can teach anyone anything. Wait for that one.

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Face to face -Maul's pow

Summary: When Maul woke up, he found himself in an interesting situation. The green eyed young woman comes and he has some questions. Is this all a part of his master’s newest plan? Or is it a new obstacle that he must overcome in order to prove himself worthy of his master? 

Pairing: Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus

Warnings: Mention of wounds, medication, anxiety, mutual pining, idiots in love, angst, violence. (Let me know if I left out something.) Minors DNI! Italics means inner thoughts.

AN: This fic means a lot to me and I worked on it a lot. If you have any advice or comments, please share them with me kindly. I'm posting for the first time in years and I don't want nasty comments to discourage me from posting again. If you don't like it, please go to another blog. I did my best to translate it, so pls forgive me, English is not my first language.

Please enjoy reading!

dividers by Saradika

previous chapter

Maul woke up alone. Fresh dewy night air hit his nose, mixed with the scent of sweet jasmine bushes, and some salty water mixed with mold. When he opened his eyes, he saw the endlessly empty sky, framed by the leaves of a few trees, and soft grassy ground beneath him tickled his toes.  As he slowly sat up, he felt the previous spasms slowly loosen in his muscles. He knew that all he needed was a little movement to relieve the feeling of numbness in his muscles as the acid fluid trapped between the muscle fibers was released. He grunted as he stood up, but he felt the familiar weight missing from his utillian belt. He looked around with feverish nervousness, but his fierce warrior hearts found peace.

He found the saber in the soft grass next to him.

The light of the three moons glittered on the cold metal as he picked it up.  Such beauty from such a lethal weapon. He still admired it every time he hold it in his hands.

He looked around, someone had definitely been here. He noticed a black material with a neat square shape. It was his upper robe. Someone took it off and put it under his head. His gloves and boots were also lying next to him. This annoyed the male zabrak. According to the signs, someone touched him while he was unconscious.

He put his boots back on and looked around, but he didn't see anyone, he only could sense only the nocturnal animals of the forest and the lake. Suddenly he heard a rhythmic noise. Soft, quiet steps that didn't seem sneaky, but rather quick. He sensed from the rhythm of voices that a humanoid was approaching. So he did what he had to do, he became one with the darkness and walked in the coal of the night shadows using it as a camouflage. Taking advantage of this, he found himself in the halls of the old abandoned villa as an observation. It was a young female. Maul watched the woman silently, like a surveying animal in a situation of danger. To Maul's surprise, the female walked confidently and fearlessly in the moonlight. She was wearing black light material pants and a matching black soft blouse, the moons shined on the silky material. Her movements were graceful and light, she almost glided. It was as if she was like a spirit being stuck here haunting the abandoned ruins. Maul couldn't see her face, but for some reason he wanted to.

He soon learned that the woman had no weapon, her clothes were ordinary, so she was neither a Jedi nor an assassin.

“Would this also be a test from my Master? What should my next step be?”

The woman stood with her back to him, her dark shiny hair braided down on her back, and she opened a bag, she put it on an old ornate but worn table.

She was humming some melody that sounded like something that would be graciously played on a piano. 

Then she stopped and began to listen. Presumably she felt that she was being watched. Maul saw her posture stiffen, as she looked around several times and headed straight for the lake, where Maul used to lie. So she came because of him. 

Maul continued to watch, feeling rage rising through his veins. Curiosity also mixed in his feelings, he knew that the woman had no chance of winning against him, so he was also a little amused. 

"What are you planning, lady? Is it really a test? Should I just kill you? Or did you come to deliver some message?”

The woman did not step out of the ruins, she stopped and looked out in the broken colored stained glass windows and silently noted that Maul's former place was empty. The only evidence of a body lying there was that the grass had fallen under the previous burden of his body. She started back to the table without saying a word, but Maul decided it was time to act and took advantage of the surprise to pounce on her.

He moved quickly, like an apex predator, he didn't have to exert much strength, in fact, it was more stressful to hold back his bloodlust.

He pinned the woman from the table to the nearest half-collapsed wall. The brick edge pressed directly on the female's spine, she tried to hold on to the two edges of the wall with both hands, thereby easing the unpleasant "spine support". From the outer side of the wall, the leaves of tall fern and leander bushes caressed their knees. The rays of light from the different positions of the moons shone directly on this point, so Maul could finally see the female's face in a very good lighting.

She tried to resist him, it was almost amusing to Maul, this feeble little struggle in the hope of freedom. Maul's left hand crossed her, pinning her against the wall with his forearm at the top of her chest by the soft column of her collarbone. With his gloved right hand, he grabbed her chin and turned it towards him, lifting it up.

When their eyes met, her eyes didn't widen with alarm or fear, but instead glinted coldly in the moonlight with some surprise and some annoyance. For a quarter of a second, Maul just watched the face, which he had only seen once and yet was mesmerized by it. The woman was doing the same, scanning his face, so he did it without shame. The freckles on her pale skin made her face look youthful, and Maul wanted to connect the light brown dots with his fingers to see what kind of constellation they formed on that pretty face of hers. Her eyes, however, were even more captivating, the iris shone like a cold jade stone, the edge was a few shades darker, as if it had been edged with pieces of lush green emerald. Now they were glinting at him a little defiantly, so Maul looked down at the mouth, which opened slightly to facilitate breathing, since his grip was strong. Tiny vibrations of fear-laced gasp trembled against his hold.

Between pink lips he saw interestingly placed teeth, between the first two front small pearl-colored bones there was a small but regular gap, when she talked it was definitely noticeable. A flaw that made her more unique and served her beauty well.

Those seductive lips began to move, and in a firm voice, as much as the restraint would allow, she spoke. 

"As much as I'm enjoying this staring contest, how about you get off me?" Let's say, now!"

Maul was surprised, he didn't feel fear in her voice, well maybe a little, but he definitely didn't see any signs of panic. He didn't feel an overly intense heartbeat under his arm either. Despite the request, he didn't let go, he just loosened his grip a little.

A tendril of anger worked its way to his nerves.

"Who are you? Who sent you?" he asked.

"So you can talk. For a moment I thought you were just communicating by grunting. No one sent me, I came myself, and I mean no harm to you." she didn't collapsed beneath his weight of heavy stare as others did,

“Is that so?” 

He leaned closer to her, he was almost chuckling. 

"How cute of her. She thought she would have a chance against him."

Nina could almost smell the scent of smoggy city air and salt on his clothes. 

He intended his movement as an intimidation, it seemed to work, the young woman uncomfortably tried to back towards the wall, this only made her clothes more dirty, but her gaze was cold and she defiantly resisted, she did not plan to show fear to him. Maul absentmindedly took her braid, his hand amusedly stroking it in his gloved hand, he bet it felt silk soft. He liked this little game, it's much more enjoyable with such a pretty creature. 

"Tell me, little starlight, why should I leave your life? Hhmm?"

He not failed to notice her reaction for the nickname he gave her. 

"First of all, because I helped."

"That's not good enough." Maul answered and leaned down to inhale the scent of her neck. Sweet cherries, almonds and a hint of mint hit his nose. Delicious! He noticed the goosebumps running on her skin, for his closeness, for his touch. He definitely felt smug, which annoyed her, he can see the glint of annoyance in her captivating irises.

"They're going to look for me.."

"Insignificant." Maul whispered this into her ear. "Little starlight.. Do you know how many stars disappear in a single second? 

“Twenty to sixty thousand." She answered surprisingly quickly.

"Very clever one. So answer me. Why should you live? What makes you special? Are you better than those stars? Or are you meant to fade away by my saber?"

He didn't wait for her to answer, the intense eye contact said it all.

“For me, you are rather negligible, small, average.”

It ignited a spark in her. Leaning forward and smiling mockingly, she spoke:

"Oh, really? If I'm so negligible to you, then what was that little scene between us at the club last week? You felt it too, didn't you? I bet you feel it now. This pull between us."

This seemed to have an effect on him, he moved away from her and stormed at least three paces away. He didn't answer, but let out a small growl at her. Now it was Nina's turn to be smug. She began to dust off the debris from her clothes.

"I see we're facing a situation we can easily help. How about a hearing instead of an interrogation? You have questions for me, and I have questions for you. How about exchanging a little information?”

Maul just started then suddenly said:

"I could beat the answers out of you if you'd prefer. "

"Charming offer. That might make me talk, and I will tell you things, and enough of it'll be the truth to make it difficult to weed out the lies. But you won't hurt me. And I'm not kidding, they're really going to be looking for me, which I don't think would be in your best interest."

“And what makes you believe in that? What is my interest?”

"Oh, please don’t try to offend me. I don't need to be a genius to figure out that you're either hiding or either trying to get low from something. Not many people come here to this old mention, nor has a ship that just turns invisible with a device."

Maul noticed that the woman's dress was actually pine green and not black; he also noticed that the white stones on the top edge of the high neckline sparkled, as did the belt of the pants. He also noticed the milky skin on her stomach exposed by the short top. She was such a pretty thing. It would be extremely easy to end her life now, nevertheless…

“So what do you think? Mysterious guy from the club?”

Maul held out a gloved hand to help her down to the level next to him. 

"That you are brave enough to act when you are about to die." 

She accepted his hand. If Maul was expecting the feeling of the warmth of the hand, he was to be disappointed, freezing cold fingertips smoothed over his glove.

She was shorter than him even in heels, but she didn't have to raise her head too high to look into his eyes. Finally, she walked back to the table and sat down in one of the gothic style chairs, beckoning Maul to the one across from her, like if she’s the host in this castle. When she noticed Maul is not gonna sit down and just stays in silence, she began.

Mood board made by me, pictures are from Pinterest.

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Crossdress, Fall in Love

A story by CutieMei, made with help from ChatGPT.

Part 2

Michael stood in front of his wardrobe, browsing through his collection of clothes, trying to find the perfect outfit for his date with Sam. He spent hours going through his options, carefully selecting the right lingerie, dress, heels, and makeup. He wanted to make a good impression and look his best.

Finally, Michael decided on a lace white lingeire, cute pink dress, and sandal heels. He styled his hair and applied his makeup with great care. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he felt confident and beautiful.

Michael is checking himself in front of the mirror, satisfied with his choice of clothes

As the doorbell rang, Michael's heart started to race. He took a deep breath and opened the door to find Sam standing there, looking handsome as ever. Michael felt a surge of excitement and nervousness as he greeted Sam.

"Wow, Michael, you look stunning!" Sam exclaimed, admiring Michael's outfit.

"Thank you, Sam. Actually, can you call me Mei tonight? I feel like it fits my feminine side better," Michael requested.

"Of course, Mei. That's a lovely name," Sam replied, offering his arm to escort Mei.

They went to a fancy restaurant that served exotic cuisine and shared a bottle of wine. As they ate and chatted, Mei found himself growing more comfortable around Sam. They had a great time, and the chemistry between them was undeniable.

Mei is enjoying her meal at the restaurant

After they finished their meal, Sam suggested they take a walk around the city. Mei eagerly agreed, and they strolled hand in hand, enjoying the sights and sounds of the night. They talked and laughed for hours, enjoying each other's company.

"It's been such a great evening, Mei," Sam said, looking at Mei with affection in his eyes.

"It really has," Mei replied, feeling a warm fuzzy feeling inside.

"I have to tell you something, Mei. I have been waiting for the right moment to say this," Sam confessed, looking intently at Mei.

"What is it?" Mei asked, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"I love you, Mei. I have for a long time," Sam said, taking Mei's hand.

Mei's heart leaped with joy. "I love you too, Sam," he replied, feeling like he was on top of the world.

As the night fell, Sam invited Mei back to his apartment, and Mei happily accepted, feeling more confident and alive than he had ever felt before.

To be continued...

*The images used in this story were pictures of mine and not generated by AI

[euesworld]

"Soft heartbeats beating in unison to a tune that only they can hear, the stars don't seem so far whenever they are near.. fingertips against fingertips, he gives hers a kiss. His lips create the softest fluttering in her heart, like butterflies bumping gently against her past scars.. a softness in each little beat of these hearts of ours. She could be you, maybe.. if you kissed me with a genuine smile with the heat of hades. Call me crazy if you want, but a soft heartbeat symphony would be the first thing to tame me.."

I don't know about you but love can't be taken with force, it's wild and free like a butterfly and when the magic takes place, it lands on a flower - eUë

[starlightcevans]

Your Ghost - A Ransom Drysdale story

Hello everyone! I have written stories on Wattpad, but I have decided to share the stories on Tumblr too. I have written two full stories based on Ransom Drysdale. I am currently busy on the third story. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing the story.

A lot of thought and work was put into this story.

Warning: This story contains mature content: Strong language, and smut. I'd recommend 18+ to read this story, but viewer discretion is advised. Please be aware that this fan fiction will contain strong language, explicit scenes that may not be suitable for younger viewers, and scenes of alcohol. There is mature content in this fan fiction.

Please note that this is purely fiction writing. I do not own any of the characters, this is purely for fiction.

Feedback is always welcome. Please let me know if you like this story or not.

If you find any grammar errors, please let me know.

Link to the Wattpad story: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/230456351/write/911256327

I immediately look into Ransom's eyes. That was a bad move. I look right into those angelic jet blue eyes and once again, I am hypnotized by those angel eyes. My legs start to tremble just looking at him. What this man does to me...

Luckily Ransom does not see my legs from behind Harlan's desk. At least my arms are supporting me.

"You..." Is all I manage to say to Ransom.

"Hello Harlan." Ransom's says bluntly and his eyes dart toward Harlan. I look down at my notes and try not to look up toward Ransom again.

Harlan smiles at his grandson, but Ransom does not return the smile.

"What are you doing here so early?" Harlan asks kindly to his grandson.

"I wanted to see my grandfather, although I thought you would be in your study...alone." His cocky attitude is not what I need to hear right now. I pretend I didn't hear him say that last word in a disdainful way.

"Is it bad that I decided to arrive here earlier Harlan?" Ransom asks Harlan.

I look at Harlan, who doesn't seem fazed by his grandson's arrogance. "No, I am surprised that you are here earlier. You are usually the one who is late."

Ransom doesn't say anything.

I can feel Ransom's eyes on me.

I need to go. Now! I fear what might happen if I look back into those eyes. I gather my notes on the desk.

"Leaving so soon?" Ransom arrogantly asks me. I close my eyes to roll them up so no one can see.

I feel a hand over mine. I open my eyes.

"We will talk more later on about your book. Right now, I need to go talk to Fran about tonight." Harlan softly says.

"I have to go."

"Go where?" Ransom speaks up.

My eyes stay on Harlan, but I purse my lips together.

"It's Sunday right? So I would take a guess that you went grocery shopping. Also usually at this time of day you want to go for your afternoon run with Sheila because she probably has not been out since you are always busy with your work."

I look down. Shit! I hate that he knows me so well!

Harlan taps me on the shoulder. "I will speak to you later I hope." He leans into my ear, "Please stay until tonight. We'll work more on your novel as well. Also, go to the spare room so long. You will be alone there." Harlan winks at me and leaves his study, leaving me alone with Ransom who is conveniently blocking my only way of leaving this study.

I look out of the window, not saying a word to Ransom.

"So are you just going to stand there and pretend that I am not here? Are you not going to say a anything to me? No sarcastic comments?" Ransom asks.

I bite my lower lip. Ransom was right. I would have taken Sheila for a walk round about this time. She is back home, probably waiting for her walk. I want to leave, but Harlan wants me to stay. He is the only person who can help me with my novel.

I decide to stay. Damn it!

I need to phone my neighbour. They won't mind taking Sheila for a walk.

I turn to pick up my notes and notice the doorway is open.

"This armchair feels warm." Ransom remarks.

I look in his direction and see that my bag is still by the armchair he is sitting on. I can always collect my bag later. For now, I need to go to the spare room. I only hope I will be alone.

I walk past Ransom and I exit the study, passed the grand piano just outside Harlan's study.

"Evelyn, where are you going?" Naturally, Ransom follows me.

I continue to ignore him as I march upstairs, straight toward the spare bedroom.

I walk past one of the bedrooms and see Harlan and Fran speaking. I don't quite hear what they are talking about because I pick up my pace and almost jog to the bedroom. All I heard was "Announcement."

I finally see the door to the bedroom and I enter the empty bedroom, with its lilac walls – which is the color I want to paint my bedroom. The four poster bed takes up most of the room space with antiques displayed on the dresser in front of the bed. I place my notes in the one draw by the bedside table. Its gold-like elegant looking patterns match the lamp which is black with gold patterns.

I sigh in relief because I am finally alone. Just then the door slams shut. 

"What the fuck was that?"

I jump and squeak as I turn to see Ransom has followed me into the room. Fantastic!

Ransom stands by the door, waiting for an answer? I don't speak. I stand like a statue, looking down. I cannot look into those eyes.

"What is the matter? Cat's got your tongue? You were born with a mouth." Ransom scoffs.

Bloody asshole! Why did I have to fall for this man?

I turn around and walk toward the window. At least I can view the acres of land than look at Ransom.

"Stop ignoring me Evelyn." I look in his direction, but I make sure I don't look directly at him.

"I can do this all day." Ransom smirks.

I roll my eyes and turn my head to look outside. "Just...leave." I say as firmly as I can.

"No. Not until we talk."

I exhale and close my eyes. I know he is not going to leave unless he says what he needs to, but I don't want to talk to him.

I slowly turn my body so that I am facing him and to my surprise, he is within arm distance.

"Talk about what?" I finally find my voice to speak.

"You know what."

"No. I actually don't. Wait!" I look at his direction, "Why are you even here?" I ask Ransom.

He narrows his eyes. "Didn't I just tell you? I am here with you –"

"No! Why are here at Harlan's place? When I am visiting?" I cut him off.

My eyes widen as I realize that his mother could have told him that I was visiting Harlan.

"You knew I would be here. Your mother must have told you that I was coming here." I make a mental note to not go to that grocery store for a while.

Ransom bursts into laughter. "Yeah! Like my mother would just phone me and tell me that you are at my grandfathers place."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever." I look out the window again. I see the gardener walking back with the lawn mower. The sun is setting in the distance...and I need to leave this place. I will tell Harlan that I will visit him another time.

"Well this was fun...Goodbye." I huff and head toward the bedside table.

"You're leaving?" Ransom's laughter disappears completely.

"Yes. Besides, I don't belong here anyway. I only came to this place because I was visiting Harlan, but I think I have over stayed my welcome." I know Harlan will understand if I wish to reschedule.

I grab my notes and head toward the door and I reach for the door handle. Just then, a hand pushes the door shut.

"Let me go!" I urge Ransom.

"Not until we have spoken and had a proper conversation." Ransoms says bluntly.

I throw my notes onto the bedside table and try to open the door, but Ransom pushes the door so that I cannot get out.

"Please let me go." I plea this time, placing my head on the door.

"Not until –"

"Until we have had a proper conversation. I know!" I cut him off.

"Don't use that tone with me! We do need to talk."

"About what? What could we possibly talk about? We b –"

"Who is he?" Ransom asks.

"What?" I am caught off gourd, "Who is who?"

"I saw you walking with a man at the grocery store last week. You were laughing and flirting with him."

I blink in astonishment. "You...Are you following me?" I snap. I know Ransom disliked if I spoke to another man who I could potentially have an interest in, although I never showed any interest in those men.

"No I am not following you. I just happened to have driven past the grocery store on my way to see Harlan, and I saw you."

This time, I turn to look at Ransom. Our faces merely centimeters apart. I look to his cheeks.

He thinks that he can lie right to my face when I know he specifically went down that road because he knew I would be at the store at that time.

I think back to last week. "Of cause that was you! I thought I saw a Beamer speeding past. You know...I saw the Beamer getting closer, so I asked a very strong man to help carry my groceries to my car because as you know...I purposefully wanted to make you jealous." I sarcastically say.

Ransom flares his nostrils. I know that I got to him.

"You like strong men?"

I nod. "Of cause I do! Well you should know how I like my man: Strong, dashing, chiselled chin and the muscles...my man must have muscles."

Ransom opens his mouth to speak, but I cover his mouth. "I am not done. I also like my man to be kind, generous and not a liar who thinks that he can get away with what he did to his girlfriend!" I exclaim.

Ransom takes a tiny step backwards, but not removing his hand from the door. I drop my hand.

"Don't blame me for everything that happened."

"Well at least I didn't lie about what I did." I hit his chest with both my hands.

"Now let me go Ransom!" I almost scream.

I turn to open the door, but Ransom grabs hold of my neck and turns me around so I am facing him. Our faces are so close that I can feel his breath on me.

"No! You are not going anywhere!" Ransom taunts.

I open my mouth to speak, but Ransom leans in and smacks his lips on mine.