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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read chapter 19 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 20

Summary : Loki tells you about Sameera and you get three days alone with him.

Trigger Warning : 18+, Daddy kink, Some smut, Mention of Suicide, Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I'm (loki is) developing

You looked at him from the mirror and smiled, you wished you were getting married to him instead. How happy this time would feel if he was your future husband? He would keep you so pampered, not with things but with love and that's what you needed.

After the dress fitting when you two got in the car, you noticed that he seemed distracted.

"Something wrong?" You asked him as you placed your chin on his shoulder and made him look at you.

"No darling" he kissed your lips softly. He didn't want to worry you or hurt you again.

"Truth? No lies?" You tilted your head so he smiled. Adorable

"No lies, just seeing you in your wedding dress brought back some memories"

You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and pressed a kiss on his cheek. His ex wife, he used to be married. He used to be a husband once.

"Your ex wife?" He nodded so you tightened your grip around him

"What happened to her? You don't have to share if you don't want to, I just need you to know that I'm here if you want me to listen" his eyes teared up as you said that so he pulled you in for a hug. He wanted to share, he wanted to tell you about his past, bare himself open so there won't be any secrets between you two.

"I was her bodyguard too" he told you and it made you jealous in a very odd way, it wasn't that uncommon for bodyguards to fall in love with their personal clients, same goes for the clients. Your own mother did. You did.

"Sameera was the daughter of the leader of a major political party in Cairo, used to be involved in shady business previously so he had several enemies, I was hired to guard her after an attack, at first I didn't care about her more than I should but she seemed soo–" he looked at you and his eyes were teary again,

"Sad?" You asked him and he chuckled.

"I mean yeah that too but she looked so ..lost, she had been everywhere but never on her own, she craved freedom and autonomy which she knew she'd never get as long as she was there, then her father arranged her marriage with a wealthy Sheik from Dubai and she didn't want that, I caught her trying to harm herself one night"

You linked your fingers with his as he continued speaking, her story sounded hell lot similar to yours until now, and you didn't know how you felt about that.

"I took care of her after that, our bond grew, she kissed me one night and we immediately had sex. When she cried in my arms that night I just felt as if something was snapped inside me. I wanted to free her, take her away, give her a better life. She begged me to elope her and I just knew that was the right thing to do..so I risked my life and took her away. We got married instantly, I kept her hidden because of the few connections I had made in Cairo during my time there. But her father's men got to us finally" your eyes teared up as you noticed the saddened look on his face, his pain hurt you too and that's when you knew that you'd never want to hurt him on purpose.

"Did he kill her?" You asked him and he chuckled as he wiped his tears,

"Noo his men beat me to death while she stood there and watched, afraid to stand up to her father and speak against him" your eyes widened in shock, you weren't expecting that at all.

"Ohhh loki" you got onto his lap and wrapped your arms around him tightly as you peppered kisses on his neck. You just wanted him to stop hurting but you knew how excruciatingly painful memories could get sometimes.

"Worst part is her father actually did care for her, and he would have listened to her. She just had to try but those six months she spent with me on the run exhausted her I guess, the love that she thought she felt for me wasn't love, just infatuation. When she realized that life without extravagant things and money won't be as easy as her old life used to be, she fell out of that infatuation she had for me too. I just wasn't worth the trouble anymore, my love wasn't enough, she didn't pick me"

You cupped his cheeks and looked at him, you have never seen him so vulnerable, you didn't even know he was hiding so much of hurt and betrayal in there, you kissed him softly so he closed his eyes. He was scared this would end the same way and he didn't think he'd be able to survive another heartbreak.

"Is that why you were afraid? You think I'd do the same thing, that if we get caught I won't choose you?" He nodded as you said that, as much as it bothered you that he thought that way, his fear wasn't baseless.

"Life out there won't be like this darling. Private cars, bodyguards, shopping trips everyday, having an assistant who just brings your drink. I have never seen her do anything else" he chuckled and that made you chuckle too

"Honestly Loki I don't know how life is out there because I have never lived it, but the world out there have you right? Then how could it be any bad? Why wouldn't I choose the world that has my loki in it?" He pressed his lips on yours as you said that. He was scared of taking you away from here only for you to turn your back on him when you'll realize that he won't be able to give you all the money your father or Steve can give you.

"They have hurt me loki, they'll keep hurting me, they will never change and what will I do with all these luxuries they throw in my face when the man i'm getting married to hates me, when my own father despises me. I'd rather stay with the man who is holding me in his arms and looking at me as if I'm worth risking it all for. I'd never pick them over you" he nodded as you finished your word.

He was overwhelmed, he never had any conversation like this with Sameera, maybe he shouldn't have kept his heart on his sleeves, she ruined his ability to trust, she made him afraid and anxious. She made him not be able to trust you fully, he truly wished he wasn't like this with you, he wanted to be as carefree as he was with her but maybe time would heal those wounds. You needed him, you needed his love and support, so he knew he would have to keep his fears aside. He had to be strong for you, you are his baby.

"I'm so sorry baby and thank you, I didn't want to make you feel as if you'd do the same thing" you shook your head as he apologized.

"You didn't I promise, I don't want this relationship to be one sided, I might not know how to do basic chores and stuff but I feel everything, I have feelings and most of them are for you" you smiled and that made him smile too. He had to protect you from these monsters or he'd never be able to sleep again.

"You are perfect darling and I don't want you to change, I'll take care of you yeah? I promise I'll take care of you with my every breath"

You didn't have anything to say to him so you grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him passionately. You loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button just so you could suck a mark on him. He was yours, you wanted to leave a print on him. Your hips moved slightly on his crotch so he grabbed them and stopped your movement.

"Ohh baby we are reaching the mansion..get back to your seat please" he commanded you but then he didn't want to sound too strict so he added the please. Luckily he didn't have to say it again, you pecked him on the cheek and fixed yourself up.

Rocky sent Steve to Japan again and you couldn't have been happier. Everytime he left the city or even better the country you wished for him to fall off a cliff or something, you had no empathy left for that man.

However you still had some left for you father, he was never present in your life, as a kid you only had your mom around you, he was always on a trip and away for business purposes. But he started taking interest in your life as soon as puberty hit you, he needed someone he could use to endorse the products targeted for women and who better than his own daughter?

You didn't make it easy for him though, your mom fed you well and it showed on you, that's when your life changed for the worse. But at the end he was still your own father and a part of you cared about him.

As you reached your room, you opened the closet and took out an envelope, your eyes teared up, it did everytime you looked at it or held it. Your mom's handwriting was scribbled on it "My sweetest buttercup, remember that I will always love you and even though I don't deserve it, I hope you'll forgive me someday" you pressed the envelope on your chest as the tears slipped down your eyes. It was still sealed, never opened. For some reason you could never build up enough courage to open it, it was the last thing your mom left for you, her last gift to you, you always feared that you'd lose her completely once you open the envelope and read her last words to you.

You placed it inside the locker safely, your closet was ransacked every few weeks because your dad didn't trust you to not hurt yourself like her. But the locker was yours and nobody was allowed to touch it.

As you laid down in the bed after showering, you thought about Loki and his ex wife, how could she leave him to die like that? Men like him are rare and Loki was one of his kind. So special, and you'd never hurt him like that. You'd never pick your awful family over him.

He went out with Suzzanah so you took out your phone, pulled your nighty down to make your cleavage more noticeable, he loved pulling your straps down so you did it on one side but kept the other one at its place, you messed up your hair, just trying to look effortlessly sexy and clicked a selfie. Then you sent it to him, you didn't want to distract him at work but you were missing him terribly. He didn't take too long to respond either,

You smiled as you reread the conversation, after lunch you didn't even remember when you fell asleep. You woke up to him kissing your neck softly

"Sorry, I just got here I promise, I was about to wake you up I swear" he whispered in your ear so you chuckled. You didn't care, you trusted him.

"You look adorable when you are asleep" you wrapped your arm around his neck and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, he was freshly showered and in a white t-shirt with black trousers.

"Did they leave?" You asked him and he nodded.

"They took Erik but don't worry he can take care of himself"

"I don't doubt that" you giggled as he kissed you. He expected to find you like this in bed. He couldn't stop thinking about you in here after that picture you sent.

"I have something for you sweet girl"

"Mmmhmm?"" You both mumbled between the kiss and he asked you to search his pocket.

He moaned as you allowed your hand to wander on purpose.

You took a wrapper out and it was a piece of chocolate

"You're spoiling me" you giggled as you unwrapped it.

"You deserve nothing less" he laughed as he took the chocolate from you.

"Now tell me did you eat lunch?"

"Yes daddy" you whispered in his ears and he kissed on your neck

"Mmhmm had a good portion right?"

"I did I promise"

He smiled as you answered him hurriedly

"Such a good girl, open your mouth" he pressed the chocolate over your lips so you took a bite, it had a creamy filling inside and it tasted so good. Your mother always used to feed you dark chocolate every night, it was good for health she said, but your dad always insulted you whenever he caught you eating one

"That's so good" he fed you another bite and watched you relish in the sweet taste. God he truly loved feeding you.

"I'm gonna feed you dinner tonight you'd want that?"

"Do you even have to ask?" You kissed him and your legs wrapped around his waist, you could feel it, his cock pressing against your core and you lost your mind as he rolled his hips into you.

"Fuckkk dadddy" you moaned in his ears and he had to step away because he didn't think he'd be able to control himself, you drove him insane with lust and desire, he desperately wanted to fuck you but he had to fulfill his promise.

"Don't go please" you grabbed his arm and he sighed.

"I'm not leaving, I just need to calm down" he was standing at the edge of the bed while you stayed in your position, you rubbed his cock with your right hand and he gritted his teeth as he let out a grunting noise. God you'd love to wake up to that sound

"I told you I'll help you, didn't I?"

"Mmhm? I thought we were taking things slow darling"

His voice came out all whispery as you kept rubbing him with your hand,

"We are, I just want to see you, can I see you touch yourself? Please dadddy?" You whined and how could he ever deny you, he'd burn down the world if you'd use that voice on him

"I'll do anything for you sweet baby" he pulled his cock out so you brought your hand to yourself and bit on your lips. You have been with blessed men before but he had the prettiest cock you have ever seen, maybe it seemed that way because it belonged to him, you loved him and you loved everything about him, his large hand wrapped around his thick girth and he gave himself a stroke. He felt so indecent, standing over you with his cock in his hand, touching himself so brazenly

"Goshh you are pretty daddy, take the shirt off please" Cute of you to think you could make demands like that.

"Nooo not yet, this is all you get tonight, now be a good girl and watch daddy touch himself like you wanted" he mumbled as he stroked himself a little faster, his eyes kept opening and closing as he felt the sensation building up quickly, all the pent up sexual frustration already had him on the edge

You squeezed your thighs as the sight absolutely enthralled you and your fingers craved to touch him, your mouth craved to taste him but you wanted to be a good girl. Daddy's good girl.

"I can't wait to have you inside me, I won't stop thinking about this now" you mumbled and he smiled as his orgasm approached him more and more.

"Mmmhm pull those straps down babygirl, show me a little something, give me something to work with" your pussy tingled with the deep rumble in his voice, you pulled the straps down and tried to uncover your breasts but he stopped you, he just wanted to see the curve of your bosom. He wanted to see your breasts almost spilling out but he didn't want to see everything.

"Nuhuh that's it baby, that's all I wanted, you are so fucking beautiful love..fuck keep looking at me yeah?" He whispered so you sat up, your mouth was inches away from his cock, you moaned as he pumped himself faster and faster.

"You love being fed right? I'd love to feed you my cock someday" he whispered and his head lulled backwards as the image of you sucking him off flashed in his head.

"I can't wait to feed on your cock daddy, can't wait to eat your cum"

"Fuccckk baby you're such a good girl, so willing, so obedient, will make you feast on my cum someday ..I promise" he was so close, his voice came out strained and hoarse.

"Mmm daddy cum on my skin please, mark me, I'm yours"

And he did, he exploded all over your chest as heard your whiny pleading voice.

"Fuckk y/n baby you are mine..all mine " he mumbled under his breath as he rode through his high, he legs threatened to give out so he placed one of his knees on the bed, he was panting heavily and he looked so gorgeous in his post orgasmic bliss. You could watch him like this forever.

Once he recovered, he kissed you and picked you up in his arms, you both needed cleaning and you also needed a change of underwear.

You had three days with him, No Steve, no Suzzanah and no Rocky, just you and him in this mansion.

You were going to make the most out of this time, if tonight was any indication, you knew very well how you two will spend this time.

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cassnottiel · 4 years

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hiya!! i don't know if you're still taking story prompts and if not you could totally ignore this!! but maybe a agents of shield story where deke is pansexual but sort of doesn't realize homophobia is a thing? like, so much shit is in the future of all the problems they had that isn't one. and he's so casual about it but then someone is an asshole about it and he's like wtf?

Deke Shaw never really put thought into what kind of person he would want to be with, he was usually too busy trying not to die to think about romance. He had a thing with Tess, but then a bunch of people came from the past and messed up his life and he didn't get to talk to her at all. He also had a thing with Virgil at one point, but then he died.

So now Deke was in the past, and his life wasn't constantly in danger. He could breathe fresh air and figure out how to live a normal life.

Deke traveled the world and loved every second of it. The amount of disposable cameras he now owns is approaching double digits. The film's are filled with pictures of beautiful scenery he's explored and people he's met.

"Can I get a picture?" Deke whispered one morning, a sleepy smile on his face as he reached for his backpack.

Jerome, Dekes companion from the night before and a fellow traveler, looked away from the sunrise out the window and smiled back at him. "You're an odd man, you know?"

"Is that a yes?" Deke sat up and the sheets fell down to his waist. He raised the camera with a wider smile.

Jerome laughed softly and looked back out the window, "get my good side."

Deke beamed and snapped a photo. He looked down at the camera for a second, and when he looked up Jerome was crawling back onto the bed. Deke snapped another photo and they both laughed. Jerome placed his hand on Dekes and lowered the camera as he leaned over for a kiss.

Deke dropped the camera to put his hands on the back of Jerome's neck and pull him closer. There was another click and Deke pulled away to see the camera in Jerome's hand and pointed toward the two of them. They both laughed again before tossing the camera aside and diving back into each other.

- - -

"So, where are you off to after this?" Deke asked as they ate breakfast together. Southern France was beautiful, the sun shining down on them on the patio.

"The Netherlands," Jerome sipped his coffee and sat back in his chair, "and then Italy, and then back home to the States. You?"

Deke wiped his face with a napkin. "This is my last stop in Europe. I'm going to Dubai, then working my way east to Indonesia to see the stingrays."

Jermone raised an eyebrow and took another bite of his omelette. "Stingrays, nice." He fished a pen out of his pocket and took out a clean napkin, then started writing. "Send me some of those pictures when you get them printed, will you?"

Deke smiled and read the phone number. He folded the napkin and put it in his pocket. "Sure thing. Have fun in the Netherlands."

"Have fun with your stingrays." They shared another smile.

Deke got one last picture of Jerome on the camera before they parted ways in an airport.

The rest of his travels were amazing. There were way fewer mugging attempts than he thought would occur, and the stingrays were even more beautiful than he expected.

When Dekes plane landed back near Lake Ontario, he had so many souvenirs and cameras, he had to buy another bag in Japan to put them all in.

Walking into the Lighthouse with his two bags was bittersweet. The world didn't end, Deke had spent weeks exploring the world and learning all the things he should have as a child. But now we was walking into the place he grew up in, the place his mother was murdered, the apocalypse bunker before the apocalypse.

A few things had been cleaned out of his bunk; most of the books and food were gone, the things that were left were in organized stacks. A note was left on top of the one box of Twinkies: clean your room. -may. Deke smiled as he read it and started unpacking.

All his souvenirs were lined up neatly on one of the tables and his clothes were packed away in a dresser, so now he had a bunch of disposable cameras with no idea how he got the pictures.

"Hey, Deke," Daisy smiled with the greeting. "How's the world?"

Deke lit up. "It's amazing! I love it here, it's so great." He gestured wildly with his hands, and Daisy saw the camera in his hand.

"And you got pictures? Awesome." She started walking and he followed.

"How do I get the pictures out?" Deke asked, still confused by the cameras after weeks.

Daisy blinked a few times, then shook her head. "You have to get them developed in a shop. I bet there's one up in the town, we can go out looking tomorro-oof-" she caught an armful of a thankful Deke.

River's End is a nice small town, everyone knew everyone else. Deke loved it. He never got to explore the town for fun, the first time he was drunk and the second time he was on a mission, so they didn't count.

"Alright," Daisy said when they stopped outside a drug store, "just go in with your cameras and ask if they can develop them. There's a lot of them, so you'll probably get them in a week. Pay in cash and meet me in the grocery store when you're done."

"I know how to take care of myself, Daisy." Deke rolled his eyes and pushed the door open. "I'll see you soon."

A bell sounded when the door closed and Deke happily walked up to the counter.

"Good morning, sir." The old man at the counter smiled kindly. "How can I help you?"

"I have some cameras, and I was wondering if you can develop the pictures on them?" Deke said the words Daisy had him practice to the nice man.

The man, a Mr. Hansen, nodded. "Yeah, we develop photos here. How many?"

Deke lifted the bag of cameras, twenty two in total. "A lot. I'm sorry if it's too many."

"Not at all," Mr. Hansen smiled again, "it'll just take a little longer. Fill out a paper and I can call you when they're done."

- - -

"People in this town are so nice." Deke sidled up next to Daisy and started pushing the cart with her.

Daisy scoffed and stood back to look back at the grocery list. "Small towns are always nice. Until they find a stupid reason to hate you."

"What?" Deke glanced back as they kept walking.

"Small towns suck." Daisy said blankly. "People think they're just small communities where everyone knows and loves each other. But really, everything is gossip and whoever doesn't fit the straight, white narrative is basically exiled." She picked something off the shelf and placed it in the cart. "That's everything."

Deke followed her to the checkout counters, mulling over her words. He didn't know what a 'straight, white narrative' was, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. Daisy's description of a small town reminded him of the Lighthouse; whoever the Kree didn't like, they either killed or exiled. He was less excited about the quaint town of River's End. He thought about Daisy's words for days, too afraid to ask what they meant.

After about a month, he still hadn't gotten a call about his pictures. He didn't know how fast he was supposed to get them, but he was pretty sure it was faster than it was.

"How long does it usually take to develop pictures from a disposable camera?" Deke asked as he spun around in a chair in the room with the big computers.

"Like, a week. Why?" Daisy didn't look up from the keyboard. "Didn't you get yours already? I know there were a lot of them, but you should have them by now."

"No, I don't have them. Is that weird?" Deke stopped spinning.

"Probably," Fitz rolled his own chair over and took over a separate keyboard. "Why would someone keep your pictures from you?"

Deke sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. "I don't know, and someone asked me to send them some. Oh, God, he's gonna think I'm ignoring him!"

"Who?" Daisy finlay looked up from her screen to help.

"Jerome," Deke clarified, "we met in France and I got a few pictures with him. We really hit it off."

Fitz and Daisy shared a look and nobody said anything for a little bit.

"What?" Deke asked.

"Okay." Daisy pushed her chair back, giving her full attention to the conversation. "If I'm reading this right, you slept with this dude. Correct?"

Deke felt a blush creep up his face and glanced at Fitz. "Not in front of Bobo, dude." Fitz smacked the back of his head.

It was Daisy's turn to scrub a hand down her face. "Remember when I told you small towns suck? And the whole straight, white narrative thing?" When Deke nodded, she continued. "I'm guessing the guy you gave the cameras to is homophobic and he doesn't want to print pictures of you two."

Fitz nodded along. "That makes sense." He looked at Deke and clapped him on the shoulder. "I'm really sorry about this."

Deke gave them both looks of utter confusion. "What the hell is homophobia?"

"They . . . they had gay rights in the fascist future?" Daisy asked quietly after another stretch of silence. Fitz held back a laugh.

"It's when someone hates you for liking someone who's the same gender as you." Fitz said after he composed himself. "It's stupid and you should ignore anyone who treats you bad because of it."

"Or you can slash their tires." Daisy turned back to her keyboard. "Hate-crime them before they can hate-crime you first."

"Daisy!" Fitz snapped before addressing Deke again. "We'll go get your pictures tomorrow and find a new place to print them."

Deke nodded and looked over Daisy's shoulder at her screen. He leaned forward and whispered, "how do you slash someone's tires?"

"Don't answer that!"

#agents of sheild #deke shaw #daisy johnson #leo fitz #high class writing #high class answers #homophobia

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lia-jones · 4 years

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Growing Stronger - Chapter Twenty-Seven - Memories

The limo drove me to an unfamiliar street in Southwest Loveland, the same neighborhood Solace was located. It stopped by a small restaurant, without any signage on the windows or canopy. The restaurant door was closed, but I could see the lights inside were on through the large window, dressed with a sheer curtain.

“It’s very exclusive.” The driver commented, as he pulled in front of the restaurant’s door. “You’ll have to knock and say your name. They have a reservation-only policy.”

I left the car with a sigh, preparing to bring my best business self to the game. It would be hard to focus though, my mind always drifting back to Victor. Snap out of it, Andrea. This is important.

I knocked on the door, and sure enough, a waiter came to take my name. After I introduced myself, he led me to the dining area.

“The other guest advised us that he would take a few more minutes to arrive. In the meantime, you’re welcome to appreciate our art.” The waiter offered, taking away my coat and my purse. “The owner is very proud of it.”

I roamed through the restaurant, paying attention to the decoration. It had a similar vibe to Solace, pictures covering the walls. The place looked exquisite, all decorated in tones of beige and white, crystal chandeliers hanging on the ceiling, black frames contrasting with the creamy walls. Victor would love it here, should the food be any good. What was this restaurant’s name? I wasn’t sure if anyone had told me.

I took a closer look at the picture of a sunset at the beach right in front of me, finding it strangely familiar. The building in the background gave away its location. It was Dubai. I remembered spending New Year there with Victor, us making love for the first time with that same view as the background.

Next to it, a picture of a restaurant canopy. It read Jules Verne. I had been there too. Precisely one year ago. It was when me and Victor shared our first kiss, as we walked out of that same restaurant. I held my Eiffel Tower charm between my fingers, indulging in that memory.

I found it funny, I had been in all the places the owner had been. Well, it was only natural, they were quite touristy places, so no surprise there. It was when I looked at the next picture that my heart started beating a little faster.

It was Torre de Belém, in Portugal. I frowned, what were the odds? I moved to the next picture, gasping in surprise. It was Mr. Mills' wish tree, covered with the colorful wish ribbons. Next to it, a picture of my grandmother’s property, the carved soil that carried the water from the spring to the other lands, the mill where the olive oil was produced.

I paused. This couldn’t be. I looked at the table next to me, perfectly set, and noticed the golden letters on the napkins, spelling Souvenir. Before I had any time to react, I heard a familiar low voice behind me.

“Took you long enough to figure it out.”

I spun around to see his face, wanting to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. There he was, leaning against the door frame that led to the service area, dressed in a white shirt covered by a light grey suit vest and matching pants, smiling widely at me.

Stunned by the wonderful surprise, I lost all sense of decorum. I ran to him and threw myself in his arms, holding him tight, unable to silence my emotional sobs. He chuckled and lifted me in the air, holding me tight. I buried my face in his shoulder, letting a few tears flow. He was here. He wasn’t far away. It had all been a ruse. I wanted to smack him for the little prank, but I felt so happy I couldn’t do so.

“Someone’s happy to see me.” He teased lovingly, kissing my cheek. I held him tighter, set on having my fill of Victor’s scent and warmth. He caressed my curls, allowing me just to be there, in his arms, my feet floating above the floor. “I missed you too.” He whispered in my ear.

“You fooled me!” I finally had the strength to say, playfully whacking him when he laughed. “I thought you were in Switzerland!”

“Didn’t you read the note that came with the basket?” He raised a brow at me. “You should know by now I always keep my promises.”

I wasn’t going to argue. I pulled him in for a kiss. He kissed me back, sweetly, putting me on the floor again.

“So, what do you think of the new decorations?” He twirled me to face the pictures on the wall, never letting me go of his arms.

“All of these are places we’ve been together.” I held his arms around me tighter. “Our memories.”

“I opened Souvenir the first time because I was in love. Well, I thought I was.” He spoke softly into my ear, from behind. “It only made sense to reopen it, now that I have found true love, honoring the special memories we have created together.”

“Thank you for today. The flowers, the cookies, the poem…” I lifted my wrist, showing him my charm bracelet. “Look, I’m wearing it.”

“I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart.” He whispered with a smile, taking my wrist and kissing it softly. I caressed his cheek as it came close to my hand.

“You are needed in the kitchen, Sir.” The waiter interrupted us.

“The food must be ready.” He said, pulling away. “Brian, serve Miss Jones a glass of champagne while she waits. And you…” He turned to me and led me to a table, pulling a chair for me to sit down. “You wait right here. I won’t take long.”

I sat at the table, sipping my champagne, admiring the restaurant once more. This time I noticed something else. Every centerpiece in each table was a bigger replica of each one of my charms: a snowflake, a bottle with sand, a V... How didn’t I notice it before? Victor had a special attention to detail.

After a few moments, Victor sat across me again, placing two plates on the table, while the waiter came with a bottle of wine.

“You cooked?” I asked, and he nodded. “Isn’t this the same as eating at home?” I teased.

“Who do you take me for?” He pretended to be offended. “I will have you know that I prepared a special meal for you today. In fact, I have been secretly perfecting it for months. Starting with this roasted duck with cherry wine reduction, served with chestnut puree and roasted carrots.”

Needless to say, the meal was amazing. The duck was tender and rich, and the sweetness of the sauce complimented it perfectly. The puree had rich notes of butter and nutmeg, and balanced perfectly with the carrots, sweet and salty.

“It’s amazing. Well done, chef.” I complimented him.

“The meal is not over yet.” Victor smiled. “I’m going to get the dessert.”

Victor arrived with two beautifully plated chocolate-covered cakes, garnished with raspberries perfectly aligned in a heart shape on top. The ganache was so shiny that I could see my reflection on it. It looked so astonishing that the thought of cutting the cake was heartbreaking.

“Go on, try it.” He encouraged me. “I want to know your opinion of it.”

I carefully cut the cake, admiring how it was built. Moist spongy chocolate cake, what looked like chocolate meringue, a rich chocolate mousse, and fresh raspberries alternating in layers. It was a perfect melange of flavors and textures, and I was curious to find how it would feel in my mouth.

“Oh my God, this is delicious.” I moaned pleasurably as I had my first bite. “Your creation?”

“Yes. I called it the Andrea cake.” He gave me a smug smile. I froze.

“You named it after me?” Somehow I managed to avoid the gasp, afraid I would choke.

“It’s complex, rich, sweet, a bit of tartness to compliment. It seemed fitting. It will be on Souvenir’s menu from now on. In your honor.” He spoke like it was nothing at all, like it was only natural to have something named after me.

“Why, thank you. That’s a happy first for me.” I chuckled.

“You will have plenty of happy firsts with me.” Victor looked me in the eyes, making a heatwave course through my body. “You better get used to it.”

We finished our dessert, and the waiter started to take away our plates. Victor got up and took my hand, motioning me to follow him.

“Come, I want to show you something else.” Victor led me inside the service area.

The kitchen was huge and highly functional, all decorated in white. Hanging on a wall, I could see two grey aprons, with the word Souvenir embroidered on them in silver, one big and a smaller one. I took the smaller one in my hands, smiling.

“Who is this one for?” I smiled knowingly. Victor smiled back.

“My sous-chef. If she says yes.” For a moment, I saw in his eyes a hint of emotion I couldn’t name, nor had the clarity to decipher.

“Who’d say no to Victor Lee?” I joked. “Only a fool would. I love the kitchen, by the way. Can’t wait to spend more time here with you.”

“That is not what I wanted to show you. Come here.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, pulling me to stand in front of him, my back touching his chest. He covered my eyes with his hands.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered in my ear.

“With my life.” I felt my heart beat faster with anticipation.

Covering my eyes, he slowly guided me towards our destination. As soon as we passed some kind of threshold, I could feel the autumn breeze caress my skin. We were on some kind of balcony. Victor uncovered my eyes, and I felt my heart beat even faster. I am sure that if he wasn’t behind me, steadying me, I would’ve hit the ground.

The patio was covered by this large iron structure, probably built to hold a canopy to provide shade. The structure was adorned with fairy lights, and from it hung dozens of small frames, most of them with pictures of me in various settings: sleeping, working, distracted with something. Some of them were selfies we took while traveling, or simply enjoying moments of intimacy. The ground beneath my feet was covered in red rose petals, and there were flowers everywhere, embellishing every corner of the patio. It looked like a dream. I was dumbfounded.

“Victor…” I breathed while admiring all of the pictures of me and us. “I’m everywhere.”

“Now you know what my heart looks like.” He held me close, from behind. “It’s filled with you. Every nook and every cranny. I carry you in my heart.”

I took a deep ragged breath, trying to keep tears at bay and not make a scene again. Victor walked in front of me, holding both my hands.

“Before you, I was certain I would never love again. I had accepted for myself a life of solitude, void of affection. I had made it my destiny. Then you came and filled my heart with promises of something better and brighter, and you kept each and every one of them. You filled my life with light, love, and joy, as we created these beautiful moments together. They are my most precious possessions, what I treasure the most. No matter what I achieve in my life, whatever fortune I may gain, everything will pale in comparison to you. You will always be the most magnificent wonder of my life.”

My hands tightened around his, surprised with his meaningful words. I moved my lips to speak, but his finger touched them softly, asking for silence.

“Tonight, I give myself fully to you, limitlessly and unconditionally. I promise to devote my life to your safety, to your dreams, to your happiness.” Victor caressed my cheek softly with the back of his hand, his eyes brimming with emotion and an unshakeable confidence. “Tonight, we create another memory, one of the most important in our lives. The one that will be the true meaning of Souvenir. All I need from you is a single word.”

Suddenly Victor moved away from my line of sight, and my eyes widened as they found him on one knee, on the ground, pulling something from his pocket. A small box. He opened it, revealing a ring.

“Andrea Collaço Jones, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

I stood frozen for a moment, unable to breathe or speak. Was this happening? Was I somehow misinterpreting the situation? I felt like pinching myself, to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“Andrea, I need an answer.” His voice slightly faltered, breaking the spell holding me in place.

“YES! Yes, yes, yes, oh my God, yes!” Before I realized it, I was already on the floor, in his arms, holding him tight, tears flowing freely now.

“Wait.” He broke the embrace, wiping a tear from my cheek. “I need to put the ring on your finger.”

Holding me by the waist, he lifted us both from the ground, taking the chance to plant a soft kiss on my forehead. He took my hand ceremoniously, his loving eyes drinking my expression, and slid the ring on my finger.

“Do you like it?” He asked, and I looked at my ring. It was made of white gold or platinum, with a tear-shaped deep blue gem, surrounded by smaller diamonds. “It’s a blue diamond. This shade of blue is one of the rarest, and there are only a few of its kind in the world. Just like you.”

I kept admiring the ring on my hand, entranced by the beauty of the ring, but most of all, its meaning.

“I love it!” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “But most importantly, I love you. I love you so much, Victor! You are all I care about. You don’t even need to do much to make me happy.” I laughed. “All you have to do is exist.”

“If my presence is all you need to be happy, then I will never leave your side.” He smiled at me, pulling me closer.

“You can leave my side.” My smiling lips brushed his. “As long as you promise to always come back.”

“Do you remember what my last note said?” Victor raised his brow at me.

“No matter the time or space between us, I will always be there for you.” I quoted.

“And I always keep my promises.” He smiled meaningfully, finally closing the gap between us.

Our hearts were filled with love, and longing, and tenderness. But more than that, they were filled with vows of eternal love, with the foresight of wonderful moments, with the eagerness of facing the unknown together. That day was more than a memory, it was a promise. We sealed that promise with a kiss.

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King County Council candidate responds to criticism over 2010 arrest for school bus threats

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King County Council candidate responds to criticism over 2010 arrest for school bus threats

It was an incident that would have ended many political aspirations.

The morning of Jan. 12, 2010, current King County Council candidate Ubax Gardheere boarded a Highline School District bus carrying middle school kids — and raised a scene.

She yelled at the students about the U.S. and Somalia, according to a King County Sheriff’s deputy report, and said they should stay calm because she could have a bomb or gun on her. She called them cowards — at least one student said she called them “white cowards” — when they tried to escape.

Gardheere had no such weapons. She didn’t even have her wallet that morning, she told the Courier-Herald recently. Sleep-deprived, struggling with postpartum depression and processing a traumatic trip overseas, Gardheere broke down that morning and did what she thought would put her in jail, where she thought she’d be safe. She held the bus up for about 13 minutes before a deputy arrested her.

Local media reported on the incident at the time. But in deciding this year to run for Position 9 on the Metropolitan King County Council, which includes the Enumclaw Plateau, Gardheere considered it would come up again.

“Before I decided running, I knew something like this would happen,” Gardheere said. “It’s something that’s out there, that happened in a public way.”

She was right. On June 10, an article published in online Canadian news magazine The Post Millennial detailed the incident. Fox News published its own article the following day as the story caught national attention.

Critics raised more than a few concerns: Is someone who terrified and threatened kids with talk of a bomb or gun fit for public office? Did her statements belie racist bias or resentment for the U.S.? And what does she think of her actions now?

Gardheere, currently the equitable development division director at the City of Seattle Office of Planning and Community Development, said she’s processed what happened that day in therapy. She pleaded guilty and served time in jail over it.

Her words that day don’t represent her beliefs, Gardheere said — they were the ramblings of someone in crisis trying to say whatever they could to be taken to a jail.

In an interview with the Courier-Herald, Gardheere said she’s only human and can’t promise she won’t ever have a breakdown again. But she said she’s developed tools to stop things from boiling over like they did in 2010. And the revival of the controversy has only energized her campaign for office, she said.

“I have gone through so much healing and surrounded myself with people who have … gone through that and come out on the other side, too,” Gardheere said. “I’m not going to say like any other politician, ‘I’m going to make sure this never happens again.’ Because I don’t know. It’s a health crisis. Are you going to tell folks that you’re never, ever, going to have a heart attack?”

A terrifying ordeal

Police reports from the Jan. 12, 2010, incident paint a disturbing and chaotic scene. Surveillance footage of the incident shared by Seattle talk radio host and journalist Ari Hoffman, author of the June 10 article, corroborates much of the law enforcement account.

According to a probable cause document by the King County Sheriff’s Office, Gardheere around 7:30 a.m. boarded a school bus, bound for Chinook Middle School, after it had stopped to allow students to board.

Gardheere told the driver to call his dispatcher and report a “national security incident” and said she wouldn’t leave the bus until police came, according to the footage. She raised her voice and began talking about the U.S. – Somalia relationship to the children on board, some of whom yelled back at her to leave. The detective wrote that “more than one student reported her saying that Americans were bad people.”

Prosecutors wrote in a bail request at the time that Gardheere told fleeing students “they would be responsible if something happened to their classmates.”

In audio recordings from the bus, Gardheere told the children: “You need to calm yourselves down ‘cause I could have a bomb. Look how loose my clothes are,” and that she could also have a gun. She told the children to call their parents, the detective said.

Some students at the back of the bus opened an emergency exit and jumped out of the bus. Gardheere then ordered the students to shut the door and called them “cowards,” the detective wrote, with at least one student reporting they were called “white cowards.”

The entire incident lasted around 13 minutes. Around 7:41 a.m., a deputy arrived and took her off the bus. Her last words in the recording — spoken to the students as she walks off the bus — aren’t completely audible, but appear to be “Sorry. I apologize.”

Gardheere initially faced felony charges, but ultimately pleaded guilty to two counts of misdemeanor harassment.

When she boarded the bus, Gardheere said, she was in the middle of a mental breakdown, having gone a week without getting any decent sleep prior to that morning, and she said she can’t recall much of what she said or did during the incident.

Gardheere knows her thought process at the time “(did) not make sense,” and said she was not proud of herself after returning to her senses.

“I left the house that morning — my mind blank, or whatever it was — after not sleeping for a long time,” Gardheere said. “And just walked to the bus stop … in my mind trying to figure out a place where I could be safe, which is crazy.”

That place, she figured at the time, was in a jail. It was an irrational and self-destructive plan, but it worked. Gardheere spent two or three days after the incident in jail, she said.

Gardheere told the Seattle Weekly in 2010 that she’d been hospitalized for mental illness, including postpartum depression, after giving birth to her oldest son three years prior.

Her mental state worsened after a traumatizing incident during a visit to Dubai in 2008, and while trying to report the incident, she said she was beaten up by police.

“I’m thinking in my head, ‘what can I say or do that will get you taken to jail instead of a mental institute?’” Gardheere told Seattle Weekly in 2010.

Something that Monday finally snapped, she said, and she experienced a break from her own rational decision-making.

“Breakdown, crisis, whatever it was — normally how I describe it to folks is: It’s like I’m watching myself, watching this person saying stuff,” Gardheere told the Courier-Herald.

Renewed scrutiny

Gardheere has faced criticism in part over how she’s characterized the incident. She told the Seattle Weekly and the Courier-Herald that she’d sought jail out in the first place.

But Gardheere said in an interview with the South Seattle Emerald in June 2021 that she’d been “criminalized” for her breakdown and went on to criticize more generally the “failed strategies” used in policing and incarceration in the United States.

“When people have mental health breakdowns … they should not go to jail,” Gardheere said. “There should be other places where people are taken to and helped. That’s what I meant by that. I think our criminal justice system disproportionately impacts people that look like me, and my kids. I’m not saying this to excuse what, knowingly or unknowingly, I did that day. But I pleaded guilty. I took responsibility for it. I did community service, paid the fines.”

On the day the Fox News story ran, Gardheere woke up to a swarm of activity on her social media accounts. She had plans in Tacoma with her family that morning, so she removed Twitter from her phone, checked in with a campaign consultant and went on with her day.

Her campaign team was concerned for Gardheere’s safety, but Gardheere initially felt the vitriol was simply a “distraction” from her campaign fueled by right-wing media.

Her attitude changed when one of those callers got through to her daughter, who was playing with Gardheere’s phone, and started screaming at the girl. Gardheere met with her team afterward to set out a safety plan and took her children to stay with her mom for a weekend.

“Send that terrorist n——r back to her f——-g country in a plastic bag,” one caller said in a voicemail she shared with the Courier-Herald.

Gardheere said at one point, she was “pissed off” by how she, a Black Muslim woman, was painted as radical and un-American.

“I’ve been here for 25 years,” Gardheere said. “I went to high school here. … You don’t get to paint me as un-American. I’m as American as anyone in this country, anybody in this race, anybody in this city, this district.”

But how does that square with her comments about “white cowards” and ranting about the U.S.? Gardheere said her statements that day don’t reveal any internal bias or hatred.

“I said a lot of stuff,” Gardheere said. “(I might tell) my husband ‘You’re an idiot.’ Does that mean that I believe he was an idiot? … You’re having a breakdown, and you don’t know where it came from. I do not have any bias toward any race, religion, group of people.”

And she doesn’t hate America, Gardheere said.

“America is one of the only places that has been my home,” she said. “I’ve lived here 25 years. I got an amazing education. My children were born here … and honestly, I believe I’m more American than I am Somali. When I go there … they will tell me ‘You’re talking like an American.’”

Gardheere added that her family, friends, and the people she goes camping with are “white, Asian, every color.”

More than a decade later, Gardheere, unsurprisingly, doesn’t like revisiting that January 2010 day. But she said it’s been necessary for her to heal, process her own trauma and better understand the mental health crises that others go through.

“I have to go there with my therapist,” Gardheere said. “I had to go there with my lawyer. … We’re all a work in progress. You have to be better than the person you were yesterday.”

Voters may still be concerned about whether, given her actions that day, Gardheere is a good fit for office. Along with working through the internal pain that caused her breakdown, Gardheere said she’s also built personal strength and a system to prevent another crisis.

“For me, it’s recognizing those signs,” Gardheere said. “The first phone call I make when I don’t sleep for 48 hours is my doctor … and (I’m) surrounding myself with amazing, supportive folks. … I became a single mom in August 2011. Ten years, I’ve not only been raising three kids by myself, but I’ve been really impacting systems in a huge way.”

Her mom is one of those supportive folks — someone she can count on to take care of the kids for a day or two if Gardheere, stressed by work and pandemic isolation, needs time for herself. And she said she takes solace in meditation, her faith and therapy, which she said will be a continuous process.

Race for the 9th District

Rather than discourage her, the 2010 incident and Gardheere’s journey in bolstering her mental health contributed to her decision to run for King County Council, she said.

Gardheere has seen close friends die by suicide after suffering isolation during the COVID-19 pandemic. “As a country, and as a state, and as a county, we are collectively struggling” from a lack of housing, economic mobility and other struggles that are front-and-center in the council race, she said, and that puts pressure on each person’s mental health.

Gardheere faces three other candidates in the race for the District 9 seat on the King County Metropolitan Council, which covers parts of Bellevue, Kent, Renton, and all of Newcastle, Maple Valley, Covington, Black Diamond and Enumclaw, as well as a large amount of unincorporated southeast King County. Gardheere is confident in her campaign and talks about “when I win,” not “if I win.”

But she faces an uphill battle in the race — and advancing past the primary will surely put more of a spotlight on her.

District 9 is one of the most conservative districts in the county, and four-term Republican incumbent Reagan Dunn has won each of his elections by 15 or more percentage points. Gardheere has also raised the least campaign contributions of the candidates, according to state Public Disclosure Commission filings.

Dunn said that, serious as Gardheere’s actions were that day, she deserves compassion.

“The children on the bus were terrified, but it was also a long time ago, and I think we need to have compassion for people that suffer from any kind of behavioral health challenge,” Dunn said. “That is why I think it’s important that it be taken in the context of something that happened 11 years ago. We should be looking at what’s happened in the intervening years. I think she still has the opportunity to use her voice to advocate for those who suffer from postpartum depression.”

Dunn said he sees a connection between Gardheere’s breakdown and his own well-publicized 2014 DUI that landed him on the front page of the local section of The Seattle Times. Dunn, who had his last drink in 2017, has sought to use his public battle with alcoholism to educate and share resources with others, like in a conference on addiction disorders he organized last April.

“I’ve seen people make mistakes in their life … and for me, a recovering alcoholic, with years of sobriety, I have developed an enormous compassion for those who have behavioral health challenges,” Dunn said. “I just don’t believe that you can judge somebody based on something that happened in the past and something that they’re working on. I’m just not going to go down the road of attacking somebody for one of these one-off or two-off situations.”

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TOWIE’s Amber Turner sizzles in a lilac bikini for flashback snap amid COVID-19 crisis

TOWIE’s Amber Turner sizzles in a lilac bikini for flashback snap as she encourages fans to ‘use this time in isolation to exercise’ amid COVID-19

By Rianne Addo For Mailonline

Published: 05:40 EDT, 25 March 2020 | Updated: 06:10 EDT, 25 March 2020

She’s been enjoying some downtime ever since filming for The Only Way Is Essex was cancelled amid the coronavirus pandemic.

And Amber Turner appeared to pine back to her recent sun-soaked Dubai trip as she shared a sizzling bikini snap onto her Instagram account on Tuesday.

The reality star, 26, displayed her incredibly toned physique in a tiny lilac bikini by Moda Minx as she encouraged her social media followers to ‘use this time in self-isolation to exercise’.

‘Use this time to get your summer body!’ Amber Turner appeared to pine back to her recent sun-soaked Dubai trip as she shared a sizzling bikini snap onto Instagram on Tuesday

Posing up a storm by the five-star Palm Jumeirah Hotel in the throwback snap, the media personality styled her barely-there two-piece with a flashy gold watch and a diamond ring.

The TV star – who has launched her new fitness account, Active With Amber – recommended her followers to engage in a workout session while in quarantine as she captioned the image: ‘Getting bikini confident starts in Winter / Spring.

‘I hope summer isn’t cancelled this year! Use this time where it would usually be your excuse for not working out! 30-40 mins a day! Think about how much progress you would of made after this isolation is over!

‘Summer body doesn’t mean skinny! It simply means confident in YOUR OWN skin! All shapes and sizes are beautiful. I wanna help you all on your journey – get following. LAUNCHING SOON.’ [sic]

Looking back: The reality star, 26, continued to post eye-catching photos from her past holidays amid the coronavirus pandemic

Earlier in the day, the blonde bombshell treated fans to a peek at her couples’ workout with boyfriend Dan Edgar.

Earlier this month, The Only Way Is Essex filming was cancelled in Tenerife amid coronavirus fears.

The ITVBe series has been following travelling advice from the government, with cast members avoiding putting themselves in danger by staying at home.

A source told The Sun: ‘Everyone’s talking about it – the castmembers who were due to go have been told it’s not happening now and they’re rethinking plans.

A couple that stay fit together… Earlier in the day, the blonde bombshell treated fans to a peek at her couples’ workout with boyfriend Dan Edgar (L)

‘The last thing anyone would want is for them to be in danger and they’re following travel advice when filming.’

A TOWIE spokesperson told MailOnline: ‘No decisions have been made on filming locations for the next series.’

TOWIE films in a special location each year for a special abroad series, this has included the likes of Thailand and Marbella.

Coronavirus was classed a pandemic by the World Health Organization (WHO) earlier this month, leading countries such as Italy, Spain and the UK to implement nationwide lockdowns.

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Day 1: Snapping Turtle

First off, Dubai is an amazing city. I’ve been wanting to visit for years and finally I’m here and get to live here for a few months which is so dope. This place that we’re staying is unreal, just gorgeous from top to bottom. This is the kind of life for me, a life of luxury. I like nice things so this city is about to fit me like a glove, I can already tell. The people that I’m living with are ok for the most part, obviously I’m still feeling everyone out. There are definitely a few of them who I have my eye on, and have rubbed me the wrong way already. For example, with the whole choosing of rooms. So we’re here and ready to finally choose which room we’re going to be staying in, and Rob took it upon himself to suggest that we all choose randomly so everyone cosigned. I was hoping to share a room with Tyrone because he’s the first person that I met, we hit it off instantly and we had already agreed that we would room together on the car ride to the house. I was against the whole picking numbers out of a hat idea in the first place, it’s just dumb as hell. We’re all adults and perfectly capable of choosing rooms and roommates, or so I thought; clearly I was wrong. I made it very clear that I preferred not to sleep in the 3-person bedroom, everyone heard me. Both Jack and Rob even agreed that they would switch with me in case I did choose that room since they didn’t care where they slept. Fast forward, I end up in the 3 person room, of course, yet neither one of them budged. They both said they decided they didn’t want to switch because they were content with their rooms so now I’m just so annoyed. Not only do I not want to be in a 3-person bedroom but I’m in it with two people that I like the least. Zoe gives me vibes that I’m just not feeling and Max is just a loud jock meathead who I have 0 in common with and now I have to sleep next to these 2. When I say I’m so over it already...Lord. I don’t know how I’m gonna make it for 100+ days living with some of these people. Maybe it’ll get better, hopefully, but I know myself and I know what I will and will not put up with. I’m a snapping turtle, I’m used to things a certain way and when I feel like people are playing me, I snap.

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Choices/ An Originals Imagine

“We’ve got to do something about y/n” said Kol. Elijah groaned, massaging his temples roughly. Klaus chuckled saying “What do you mean brother, you don’t enjoy watching her tear our brotherhood apart.” Elijah sighed heavily, saying “we must make her choose one of us, and the rest of us can cut our losses and bloody move on.” Kol and Klaus agreed silently. Y/n was a complete hybrid, witch, werewolf and vampire. The first one to be exact. She was older than even the Mikaelsons, but she had not met them until about 2 months ago. She spent the beginning of her eternity traveling the world, going from Portugal to Dubai, to New Zealand, and everywhere in between. She had decided to visit New Orleans for a little while cause she wanted to meet the famed Mikaelsons. You’d lived with them for a little over a week, when Rebekah told you that Elijah, Kol, ad Klaus were all incredibly smitten with you. They all flirted with me, and if you showed any one of them any affection at all, the other two would become manic in a fit of jealousy. Rebekah and I thought it was hilarious watching them bicker over me like small children. The Mikaelson ball was coming up in a week, and Rebekah had warned you that all 3 men intended on asking you. You were planning on having a movie night with Rebekah, Hayley, and Hope tonight, and you were busy making brownies to share with them later. You heard a ring, and then another. You dusted the flour off your hands, clapping them together, and picked up the phone. It was Klaus. You put him on speaker and said “Yes Niklaus, what is it. I’m kind of busy at the moment.” He interrupted me saying “Darling, I’d like to ask you to dinner tonight. I’m having a few friends over.” “Hello Darling” said what sounded like Kol Mikaelson. “How’s it going love” interrupted Elijah. You groaned saying “And why the hell should I go to this dinner party, with the 3 men who have been fighting for my affections for weeks.” “Well darling” said Klaus, “ We haven’t had a dinner party in ages, and we dearly miss your company.” I moaned “What’s in it for me then, Mikaelson brothers?’ “Well, there is free food involved, and you get to enjoy our wonderful company” said Kol. I could practically feel them smirking through the phone. They all knew I couldn’t resist free food. “I’m coming for the food, not you. And the food better be good because I have already made plans tonight” you snapped back. “Well, darling, we’ll pick you up at 8oclock sharp” Klaus said. You hung up the phone, and rubbed your temples. You preheated the oven, and mixed up the brownies. You went upstairs and texted Rebekah about not being able to make it to movie night tonight. You went upstairs and picked out a dress for the dinner party. You picked up a strapless green velvet dress with a tight upper bodice. It would do for the party. You left your hair down and wavy, and out on some cream foundation, with nude lipstick and mascara. You put on some nude strappy heels, and put in some earrings. It was 7:30. You went downstairs, and watched the news for a few minutes. At 8:00 sharp, a limousine pulled up to the old Mikaelson house. I stepped out, and saw a driver open the door for me. He drove me to the Mikaelson home, and you knocked on the door, and saw all 3 Mikaelsons trying to wedge themselves in the door. You giggled at the 3 men trying to fit themselves in the door. You walked in, taking off your shrug and being led to the living room. Klaus handed you a glass of champagne, and Elijah said “why y/n, I must say that you do look ravishing tonight.” You blushed, but Kol interrupted saying “the only thing I got out of that is that he doesn’t always think you look ravishing, however, I share the opposite opinion love.” Klaus took your elbow saying “enough dilly dally, lets get y/n to dinner now”, but you intervened saying “shouldn’t we wait for the other guests.” Elijah gazed at you, saying “ well dear, hadn’t you guessed. You’re the guest of honor. We would like to make you choose which of us to take you to the ball, and the other 2 will cut their losses.” You silently agreed, and followed them to the ballroom. Kol pushed out your chair for you, and the other two took their seats. You were served delicious soup, steak, and drinks. Klaus wiped his face away with a napkin, and said “Darling do you have an inhaler on you?” You tilted your head, confused. He finished “because you took my breath away.” You blushed and Kol and Elijah groaned. “Y/n” said Kol, “we all know that I’m the youngest, most charming brother.” He smirked. Elijah interrupted saying “Yes y/n, Kol is the youngest, but with that comes immaturity. I, the oldest, am the most responsible, and mentally secure. We could travel the world together, and do everything you ever wanted.” Klaus continued “That’s enough brothers. Y/n its time for you to choose who is going to escort you to the ball.” They all stood up from the table, and stood across the room, hands behind their backs, waiting for you to choose. You stared at all of the handsome men, all who were willing to take you to the ball. You stood up as well and straightened your dress, saying “I choose…”

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