#and he loves his cousin but a part of him blames the older man

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offering u some jegulus pirates of the caribbean au (except not exactly but u do get one of the scenes from the first movie) || 3677 words || no cws apart from james being a menace and regulus praying for his downfall (while also being lowkey attracted to him very much against his will)

“But he saved my life!” Regulus insists, starting to feel a little desperate, eyes jumping from his father, to Commodore Lucius, to the stranger who had jumped into the sea to stop him from drowning. 

“Yes, Regulus, we heard you the first time,” his father sighs, barely hiding the roll of his eyes. It’s enough to make some heat flood into Regulus’ cheeks, and he has to repress the urge to pout, or even worse, stomp his foot. “But, son, come on. Look at the state of him. You’d have to be incredibly naive to not realise he isn’t a good man.” 

“I resent that,”  the stranger pipes in, grabbing everyone’s attention. Not like the soldiers’ has been anywhere else since they stormed in. “Why, Governor, appearances can be deceiving.” 

Regulus cringes slightly, and it’s not because of his wet clothes, or the cold already seeping into his bones, despite having his father’s, Orion, coat over his shoulders. Or, well, not entirely because of that. 

The scold twisting his father’s harsh features is enough to make him want to curl into himself, or at the very least, take a step back. Regulus has been the target of that specific expression more times than he can count, even though he always does his best to remain out of the spotlight. Always seen, but never heard. That’s how his parents prefer him. The only way they can somehow tolerate him. 

He’s not his brother, after all, as everyone seems so set on reminding him. Sirius might be brash, and insolent, and sometimes border on rebellious, but he’s the perfect leader. Loved and respected by all. Everyone adores him, even their parents, despite barely being capable of it, and Regulus can’t say he blames them.

Maybe that’s why he’s speaking up now, trying to do the right thing for once, even though every part of him fought against the mere idea. Regulus thinks Sirius will be proud of him, as soon as he returns from his trip and Regulus tells him all about it.

He can’t help but wish he was here with him. Everything feels less scary when his older brother is at his side. 

Before his father has the chance to open his mouth, possibly to obliterate the kind stranger that risked his life to save Regulus’, Lucius steps forward, a blonde, nearly white eyebrow arched at the unknown man. 

“Deceiving, you say?” he repeats in a drawl, nose turned up in what can only be disgust. Really, Regulus can’t understand what his cousin sees in him. “I suppose we should at least give you the benefit of the doubt.” Lucius gives him a tight-lipped smile. “I believe thanks are in order, then.”

Lucius extends one arm, if a bit begrudgingly, offering his hand to the stranger. Regulus’ eyes widen a little at the gesture, and he can feel his father glaring at Lucius’ back with such ferocity it almost makes him shiver. 

Regulus can’t say he blames him. Lucius isn’t disobeying direct orders, mostly because Orion hasn’t said anything concrete, but it comes way too close for comfort. 

The stranger eyes the hand with clear wariness, but he still grins and nods a little, before reaching out to give Lucius’ hand a firm shake. 

They’ve barely made contact with each other when Lucius grips the stranger harshly, pulling him closer and raising the sleeve of his undershirt up, revealing a branded ‘P’ on his forearm. Regulus can’t quite repress the tiny gasp that escapes his lips.

Lucius’ smile becomes wider, sharper, as he watches the suddenly sheepish stranger with no little amount of satisfaction. “Had a brush with the East India Trading Company, did we, pirate?

Regulus grimaces at the word almost at the same time as the stranger winces. He didn’t give it too much thought at first, because he had swallowed a lot of water, and had been too busy coughing it all out to properly notice, but he supposes the man’s attire kind of gives him away. 

He wears a red bandanna around his forehead, keeping messy black curls off his face, and many strands of his hair seem to be adorned with beads and colourful trinkets. His hazel eyes seem to possess a mischievous glint in them, and Regulus thinks that, under different circumstances, he might’ve found it charming, considering it sort of reminds him of Sirius. He also sports a short, but definitely unkempt beard all around his mouth. 

He takes a peek at his father’s face, and it doesn’t startle Regulus, discovering him looking so smug. 

His words aren’t unexpected, either, but they still fill him with dread.

“Hang him,” Orion orders swiftly, almost bored, and the stranger clicks his tongue, more inconvenienced than scared. 

Lucius lets out a low chuckle. “Keep your guns on him,” he tells his men, without even bothering to check if they’ll listen. They always do, anyway. “And someone fetch me some irons!”

He raises the sleeve a little higher, and Regulus manages to catch sight of ink on brown skin, something that he’s sure resembles a bird, before Lucius is pulling down the cotton once more. 

“James Potter, is it?” he questions blandly, nose wrinkling in distaste. 

“Captain James Potter,” the pirate corrects a bit sharply, lips stretching into another one of those charming smiles. “Sir,” he adds forcibly, almost as an afterthought. 

“Well, I’m afraid I don’t see a ship, captain.” Lucius makes a show of looking around, some of his men laughing under their breaths. 

The pirate’s, James’, smile never falters. “Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it don’t exist.” 

Lucius gives him an incredibly flat stare, but James doesn’t wilt under it, doesn’t even react, really, and instead continues to hold the Commodore’s gaze. 

“Quite sad that I can’t even tell if you’re lying to me or just yourself.” Lucius shakes his head softly. 

James opens his mouth, presumably about to retort, when a sudden uproar between the soldiers draws his attention. Even Regulus’ fathers turns around, seeking the origin of all the fuss, and finally putting some distance between him and Regulus. 

“Commodore!” One of Lucius’ men exclaims, everyone around him making way for him hastily. “I found—I found the pirate’s things!” 

Lucius doesn’t take his eyes off James, not even for a single second, but he raises both eyebrows, clearly pleased by this information. When the soldier finally reaches them, Lucius doesn’t waste a single moment and begins to search through the pirate’s belongings, taking some pleasure in the way James’ expression twitches at the action. 

Regulus’ body leans forward almost unconsciously, and he feels a bit embarrassed by how curious he is about this whole scene. If his father weren’t so distracted, he would’ve scolded him by now. 

“A gun with no additional shots,” Lucius murmurs dryly, eyes fleeting from the weapon on the soldier’s arms to James. “A rusty sword and a hat. What a pathetic excuse of a pirate.”

James raises a hand, and the men flanking him go tense all over, squinting their eyes at him. 

“And yet you have heard of me,” he points out with an easy smile, which, well, it’s not untrue. 

Lucius levels him with an unimpressed glare, while James continues grinning widely. Regulus is as stiff as most of Lucius’ men, unsure of what’s gonna happen next, of how long they’re gonna keep throwing jabs at each other until either of them snaps.

Apparently, Lucius has already had enough, because he grabs James by the wrist once again, even more forcibly than before, and starts dragging him away. His men part to let him pass like it’s second-nature, and Regulus can see Lucius is headed to the other side of the crowd, where one of the soldiers is holding some irons. 

Regulus moves before he has the chance to think about it. 

He runs after Lucius and James, ignoring the startled looks all the men give him, and pretending he doesn’t hear his father call his name in outrage, or the noise of his steps as he follows a moment later. 

The heavy coat falls from his shoulders at some point during his little race, and he can only hope that either his father or one of the soldiers manages to take a hold of it before it touches the floor. The punishment for dirtying one of Orion’s coats might not be the worst his father has done to him, but it won’t be fun regardless.

Regulus has never been as athletic, or as strong, as his brother, but he’s fast and nimble, so he manages to slip in between Lucius and the man holding the irons, halting the advance. Lucius stops, James almost crashing into his back and sending them both tumbling.

“Regulus—” he starts, careful but with an edge in his tone.

“Pirate or not, this man saved my life,” Regulus cuts him off, panting a little but making sure to raise his chin proudly, like his mother has always taught him. 

Lucius blinks at him, before exhaling loudly through his nose. He pulls James from behind him, and with a firm move of his head, the man with the irons rushes from behind Regulus, getting ahold of James quickly and binding his wrists together. Regulus watches for a second before whipping his head around and narrowing his eyes at Lucius. 

“Regulus,” the Commodore tries once more, infusing his voice with something that’s too curt to be considered patient. “I admire your kindness. I truly do. But one good deed is not enough to redeem someone of an entire lifetime of wickedness, and I can assure you, this man does not deserve your mercy.”

Regulus bites his lower lip, eyes pleading at Lucius’ impassive face. “But—”

“You foolish, insolent, little—” his father hisses, fingers curling around his forearm and gripping harshly. 

Orion begins to pull, attempting to get him away from both Lucius and James, and probably drag him back to the house so he can scold him properly. Maybe even punish him. 

Regulus resists, planting his feet firmly on the ground even as his father’s gaze turns furious. He hears Lucius let out an irritated huff at the display, but it doesn’t last long, because one moment Regulus is struggling against his father’s ruthless grip, and the next one there’s a heavy chain around his neck, and a warm, hard body pressed against his back.  

Someone gasps. Or perhaps everyone does. They lean forward, automatically reaching for Regulus, because most of these soldiers have known him and his family for years. They’ve been trained to protect him, to keep him safe. 

Even his father is staring at him in what can only be terror, eyes wide and lips parted, hands twitching with the need to grab him, push him away from who’s holding him captive. 

Regulus inhales shakily. Breathing is a bit difficult, with the chain digging into his neck, but he can manage. He’s staring back at Lucius, at his father, at every single man who’s surrounding him and watching him with anxious eyes. The horror he can see in their faces isn’t helping Regulus to keep calm.

The soldier standing closest to Lucius reaches for his weapon, the noise he makes being the first sound to break the sudden silence. 

“Don’t shoot!” Lucius snarls, taking a step forward and raising a stiff arm. However, the movement leads to James using his irons to choke Regulus further, and Lucius freezes up as soon as Regulus lets out a grunt. 

“Never expected such a posh little boy to be so keen on defending my honour,” James whispers into his ear, loosening his hold but just barely. “But I’m grateful.”

Regulus presses his lips into a thin line, a spark of irritation lighting up inside his belly. It’s not enough to erase his fear, but it helps to distract him a little. 

Of course the one time he finally decides to speak up and do some good, this happens.

“And you, Commodore,” James goes on, raising his voice and infusing it with cheer. “I knew you’d warm up to me.”

Lucius clenches his jaw, hands curling into fists at his sides, but he keeps still and doesn’t dare breathe a single word. 

“Now, if you’d be so kind, I’d love to have my effects back. Please.”

It takes a beat, men glancing at each other a bit unsurely, but when James urges Lucius again with a “Commodore!”, the warning clear in his tone, he finally moves. Lucius turns around and grabs James’ belongings quite aggressively, pointedly ignoring the way James huffs. 

Regulus doesn’t even get a moment to relax, because as he watches Lucius moving towards them, arms filled with James’ effects, a warm breath hits him on the side of the neck, sending a shiver down his spine. 

“Do you have a name, darlin’?” James asks quietly, lips grazing the lobe of his ear with every word. 

A wave of heat rushes through Regulus, and he isn’t sure if he’s more angry or embarrassed at his body’s reaction. 

“Regulus,” he responds through gritted teeth. “Regulus Black.”

“Regulus,” James repeats in a drawl, and Regulus can feel his smile against his skin. He tries to tilt his head to the side, get some space, but there’s no use. The pirate won’t let him go anywhere until he gets what he wants. “Well, then. If you’d be so kind, Regulus.”

He can’t help but frown a little, attempting to look back and find some answers, when Lucius steps right in front of him. He’s giving him James’ belongings before he can even blink, and they’re all very lucky Regulus has such good reflexes. 

The moment all the weapons and the belt and the stupid hat are all in his arms, James pulls on the irons and forces him to turn around until they’re facing each other. He has both hands bound and around the back of Regulus’ neck, and they’re standing so close they’re basically breathing into each other’s mouths. The realisation makes Regulus’ heart stutter and his stomach twist uncomfortably, so he tries to move away. Unfortunately, there’s nowhere for him to go, and it only ends with James smirking smugly at him, before nodding pointedly at his things.

Regulus presses his lips into a thin line and narrows his eyes at the pirate, quite satisfied at the fact that they’re basically the same height and he can’t look down on him. Not like he needs to, considering the expression he’s sporting.

Oh, he absolutely hates this. He hates that he risked everything to defend a bloody pirate. He hates that he’s being threatened and held hostage and humiliated. He hates that this is only gonna make him look weaker than he already does. He hates that Sirius isn’t here. And more than anything, he hates James Potter.

Taking a deep breath, Regulus gets to work. He starts with the weapons, uncomfortable with how they feel in his hands, how heavy and how cold. He itches to get rid of them. 

“Make sure to be nice, yeah, darlin’?” James whispers the moment Regulus begins to fasten the belt holding the sword around his waist. 

Regulus wants nothing more than to curse him out, but he settles with wrapping the damn thing extra tight, eyes never leaving James’ and watching as he winces momentarily, before giving Regulus a lazy smile. 

“Careful,” James warns, but it’s teasing. Mocking. “You don’t wanna damage the goods.”

He can’t help but roll his eyes before he grabs the gun and what looks like a sash. He attaches the gun to the belt and then puts the sash over James’ shoulder, noticing that he can’t tie it properly on his current position. Biting the inside of his cheek but refusing to show anything on his face, he presses their chests together and his hands travel to James’ back. 

Regulus focuses on the task at hand, but it proves to be harder than expected, with the way James chooses to return the embrace to the best of his abilities. As if Regulus is doing this willingly, or something. 

James leans into him, until his cheek is touching Regulus’, nose digging into his curls and nuzzling there like they’re—like they’re actually—

Regulus finishes the knot alarmingly fast, his whole face burning, especially when he remembers his father is bearing witness to this whole scene. 

Fortunately, there’s only one thing left and it’s that ridiculous hat, so he puts it hastily on James’ head, more than ready to get this torture done and over with. But as soon as it sits on dark curls, Regulus notices it’s crooked, and he’s reaching out once again a second later, righting the damn thing until it’s good, until James looks every bit the pirate that he is. 

The smile he receives in return almost blinds him, and Regulus is averting his gaze even before James turns him back around. 

The disgust on his father’s face isn’t surprising, but it still stings. Although, not as much as the disappointment does. 

“Good job, love,” James murmurs, just for him, and Regulus makes an active effort to not visibly react. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Regulus cocks his head back just enough for their eyes to meet. “You’re despicable,” he spits, hands trembling with barely contained rage. 

“So much hatred coming from such a pretty mouth.” James clicks his tongue, but his grin widens. “I saved your life, you saved mine. Now we’re square, yeah?”

He opens his mouth, a retort on the tip of his tongue, when James lowers the irons around Regulus’ neck enough to grab his gun and then press the barrel of it against Regulus’ temple. 

His blood runs cold and his heart stutters in his chest. There’s a spark of something inside his gut, and then goosebumps break everywhere on his skin, heat rushing to every point of contact between him and James. 

Regulus knows he’s not going to shoot. And yet, a tiny, buried part of him sort of wants him to. 

“Gentlemen,” James exclaims, that fake cheer returning to his voice. “It’s been a pleasure, but I’m afraid it’s time for me to bid you all farewell. Try not to miss me too much, I’m sure we’ll see each other again.”

“You better pray we won’t, pirate,” Lucius snarls, stepping forward at the same time James steps back, still holding onto Regulus.

“Is that a threat, Commodore?”

“It’s a promise.”

James chuckles, and Regulus can feel it rumble against his back. “Well, here’s to hoping you’ll be able to keep it.”

He takes another step back, dragging Regulus with him, but the barrel of the gun isn’t touching his head anymore, and he notices James loosening the irons slightly. He must be about to make his escape, and Regulus thinks he should feel relieved about being freed, but he’s too busy being furious at the fact that James is going to get away with this.

“Oh, I’ll definitely be seeing you again, darlin’,” James says into Regulus’ ear. 

“If you ever dare to go near me again, I’ll kill you myself,” Regulus replies lowly, resisting the urge to turn his head away from James’ filthy mouth.

The pirate hums, and then presses his lips into Regulus’ skin, right under his ear, and it makes him jump, a choked off noise slipping past his mouth. 

For a terrifying moment, he thinks James is kissing him, but the gesture stays as a simple contact. It’s probably just another one of his attempts to anger him, to make a fool out of him, and Regulus loathes that it’s working.

“Looking forward to it,” James mumbles into his throat, and Regulus has to bite his tongue so hard he tastes blood to keep another sound from coming out.

And then, just like that, James is gone. Regulus is still recovering from his words, and the not-really kiss, when the chain disappears from around his neck, the body wrapped around him vanishing as if it had never been there in the first place. 

Lucius and the rest of his men rush after James, running past Regulus without giving him a second glance, but when he turns around, eyes desperately searching, he can’t see anything apart from a sea of uniformed soldiers. 

Regulus doesn’t stop thinking about what happened all day, not even when his father grabs him by the arm and hauls him home. Or when he screams at him for half an hour, and then sends him straight to bed without dinner. It all feels a bit like he’s in a dream, or a trance, and watching everything from outside. 

Nothing seems real anymore. Not since James spoke into his skin while pressing the barrel of his gun to Regulus’ skull.

He isn’t sure of how or when, but one thing is very clear: Regulus is getting revenge. He won’t rest until he sees that bloody pirate behind bars.

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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 19

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Airielle groaned and rolled off of the couch when there was a knock at her front door. “Why can’t ya’ll just leave me alone.” She grumbled. She rolled her eyes once she opened the door and saw Trinity and Yasmine standing there.  “What?” she asked, letting out a huff when Yas pushed her out of the way and marched into her apartment. 

“What is the matter with you Airielle Noelle? That man has done nothing but prove to you how much he loves you and you repay him by breaking his heart and kissing a co-worker in his face!” Yasmine ranted and Airielle sighed, walking back over to the couch and throwing her body down onto it, her face pressed into a pillow. 

“I know I fucked up okay. You didn’t have to come here just to say that” Airielle muttered, her voice muffled by the pillow. Yasmine was about to walk over and hit Airielle but Trinity stopped her. 

“Chill girl,” Trin said, helping a pregnant Yasmine over to the chair. “Don’t stress yourself out.” 

“She’s stressing me.” Yasmine said, glaring over at Airielle. “When I moved out, you said you would talk to Josh about moving in with him.” 

“I lied.” Airielle stated, moving her face from the pillow and looking over at Yasmine. “You know damn well I’m not comfortable living with anybody but you.”  

“Well Why didn’t you call me? I would have come back Airielle.”  Airielle scoffed and shook her head. “What?” 

“You’re starting your family, Yas? Why would I get in the way of that? I’m a big girl, I can handle my demons on my own.” 

Yasmine sighed. “It’s time to let them demons go. It’s been almost two years. I know Chris did some fucked up shit but, come-on. Josh has more than proven to you that he’s nothing like Chris.” Airielle rolled her eyes but nodded her head in agreement.

“I can’t get over it just like that.” Airielle snapped her fingers. Trinity looked between the cousins, lost as all hell. She knew that Christopher was Airielle’s ex but she didn’t know what he did to Airielle. 

“What did he do?” Trinity said softly, almost as if she was afraid of the answer. Airielle and Yasmine looked at one another. 

“You gotta start talking about it Airi. You can't keep it bottled up.” 

“Fine.” Airielle said shakily.  She kept her eyes on the floor the whole time she told Trinity the story. Airielle left out the most important part, the actual reason why she decided to leave Chris. 

“Airielle. Tell her.” Yasmine said lowly. 

“Yas..” Airielle trailed off as her voice started to crack, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to keep it together. Trinity sat next to Airielle and placed a comforting hand on her thigh.

Airielle sighed and nodded, clearing her throat, she continued. “I found out at the hospital I was three months pregnant.”  Airielle sniffled. “After the doctor told me I lost my baby, I knew I had to leave him. But honestly if it wasn’t for Yas or my dad, I wouldn't have left. I left all of my belongings with him and left for Pensacola as soon as I was released.”  All Trinity could do was pull Airielle into a tight hug, the both of them crying on each other's shoulders. 

Trinity couldn’t imagine going through that. She now understood why Airielle ran from Josh every chance she could, she was scared and Trinity did not blame her. At All. 

“Now you have to tell Josh.” Airielle lifted her head from Trinity’s shoulder and rolled her eyes at her older cousin. 

“It doesn’t matter what I tell Josh. He doesn't care. He’s been leaving me on read all week.” 

“That’s cause he’s hurt Airi.” Trin interjected. “He said you needed time to heal yourself and to be honest girl, going on two dates with Raymond is not healing yourself.” 

“The first one wasn’t a date.” She mumbled causing Trinity and Yasmine to let out loud groans. “And!” She yelled out over their groaning. “I only went out with Raymond yesterday because Josh was with Yara.”  

“And he was only with Yara because you were with Raymond.”  Trinity and Yasmine shared an eye roll. “Y’all need to get it together.”  Airielle sighed and threw her body back down on the couch, with her face in the pillow. 

“He doesn’t want to talk to me. Let it go.” 

“So go over there.” Yasmine shrugged. “Y’all live in the same city. Go getcho’ nigga back and stop playing."

“That has to be the dumbest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Airielle grumbled as Trinity pulled her off the couch and pushed her towards her bathroom. 

“Get yourself together and go.” 

“Here goes nothing.” She mumbled, knocking softly on Josh’s apartment door. She couldn’t believe she actually let Yas and Trin talk her into this. She didn’t have to wait too long for Josh to open the door.

“Rih?” He asked, confused. “Whatchu doin here?” He asked, looking behind him into his apartment before stepping out into the hallway and closing the door behind him, which made Airielle frown. 

“ Um, you were ignoring my texts.”  Josh sighed and ran his hand over his already disheveled hair. 

“Now is not a good time Rih.”  

“Okay how about I talk and you just listen.” She pleaded and Josh started shaking his head. 

“I’ll come over to your place later and we can talk. But not right -” 

“I’m sorry okay!,” She said, raising her voice. “ I fucked up, but would you please listen to me?” Airielle felt all of the air leave her lungs as Josh’s door opened and there stood… Yara, wearing one of Josh’s white t-shirts and nothing else… literally, the shirt was practically see through and Airielle could see everything. 

“Josh?” Yara asked, looking between Josh and Airielle. “Is everything okay?” 

“Oh.” Airielle said, her eyes bouncing between Yara and Josh. “Oh shit.” She said as she started to laugh but nothing was funny.  

“Airielle,” Josh started, reaching his hand out towards her but she backed away.

“My bad. Um- I’m just gonna go.”  She turned on her heels and walked back towards the elevator, beyond embarrassed. As she was making her way back to her Jeep, Josh finally texted her. 

J.Uso: its not what it looks like  J.Uso: just comeback and i can explain  To J.Uso: dont worry bout it. Sorry 4 interrupting. 

Now he wants to text me.She thought as she rolled her eyes and shut her phone off , throwing it into her bag. She should have never listened to Trinity & Yasmine, now look at her, crying in her car in front of her ex-boyfriends apartment building. 

Fuck it She thought as she climbed back out her car. Josh lived near the pier and she needed to clear her head, before going back to her apartment where Yasmine & Trinity were waiting for her.  

She closed her eyes and sighed as she leaned against the railing facing the water. She honestly had nobody to blame but herself. 

“I knew that if I just waited I would find you.” Airielle felt her blood run cold. There was no way in hell. Airielle opened her eyes and slowly turned around. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more beautiful,  zanj mwen an (my angel).” 

“Chris..” Airielle trailed off, hands shaking as she reached into the back pocket of her shorts, trying to grab her phone. Her body now racked with fear as she remembered she left it in her car. 

“It’s crazy how God works huh?” He asked, his eyes not once leaving her face. “I’ve been to this city plenty of times and now look, after meeting with one of my biggest clients I run into the one who got away.” 

You should’ve went home. The voice in her head repeated, as Chris started advancing towards her. “You left me.” He sneered. “Gone, just like that.” He snapped his fingers, making Airielle jump. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, getting flashbacks from the night she decided to leave. He went to grab her but someone calling his name stopped him. 

“Hey Christopher!. I forgot to ask you something.” The older man said, smiling politely at Airielle who could only stare at Chris in shock/fear.  Chris nodded at the man then turned towards Airielle. 

“Mwen pral wè ou byento, Airielle” (I’ll see you soon). The second Chris walked away. Airielle ran to her car, scared out of her mind.

There was alot of dialog in this chapter but I think it's important dialog...

Ngl.. i hurt my own feelings writing that Josh & Yara part.

Chris is back in Airielle's life and now he knows that she lives back in Pensacola... he's not going anywhere.

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Summary: It was supposed to be just one night and you would never see him again, but of course the universe had other plans.

Pairing: Eli Michaelson × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

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As you arrived at your parents' house, you couldn't shake the feeling of reluctance that hung over you like a dark cloud. You knew you were late for dinner, but you couldn't bring yourself to care at all. After all, you hadn't wanted to come in the first place.

Your parents had been insistent on hosting a dinner to celebrate your return from London, where you had been studying on a scholarship. They were thrilled that their only daughter had come back home, but you couldn't help but snort at their enthusiasm. If money hadn't been an issue, you would have happily stayed in London, far away from their overbearing presence.

Don't get me wrong, you loved your parents, but they were just too clingy and overprotective for your liking. You had been ecstatic when you received the scholarship to study in London, but now you were stuck finishing your studies in California, burdened with rent payments in London.

Taking a deep breath, you forced a smile onto your face before entering the house. You greeted your parents with a half-hearted apology, blaming your lateness on a "horrible" taxi driver. Your mother welcomed you with open arms, insisting that your lateness was nothing to worry about, that you were elegantly late in her opinion.

You smiled at your mother's remark, returning her kiss on the cheek before shrugging off your coat. Before you could even take another breath, your mother was dragging you off to greet the rest of the family, aunts, uncles, and cousins alike.

You forced yourself to engage in polite conversation, exchanging pleasantries and feigning interest in the lives of your relatives. But all the while, your mind was elsewhere, longing for the freedom and independence you had enjoyed in London.

As you navigated the sea of familiar faces, you couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from the festivities. You were here physically, but mentally, you were a million miles away, lost in thoughts of the life you had left behind in London.

But despite your inner turmoil, you plastered on a smile and played the part of the dutiful daughter, making small talk and pretending to be engaged in the celebration. After all, you didn't want to disappoint your parents, even if their idea of celebration was the last thing you wanted.

Suddenly, your father pulled you away from the mundane conversation with your cousins, a sense of relief washing over you as he introduced you to a man you hadn't seen before. You looked at the stranger with a mix of confusion and intrigue, his unknown presence sparking a glimmer of interest amidst the dullness of the family gathering.

The man was clearly older, yet undeniably handsome, his presence exuding an air of confidence and sophistication that immediately caught your attention. For a moment, you wondered if he might be some distant relative, but your father's introduction quickly dispelled that notion.

"Darling, I'd like you to meet Doctor Eli Michaelson," your father said, his voice filled with pride as he gestured towards the man beside him. "He's a dear friend of mine and a renowned chemist, the winner of the Nobel Prize."

Your eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the Nobel Prize, your interest piqued by the prospect of meeting someone of such esteemed stature. Despite your earlier reluctance, you couldn't help but feel a surge of genuine enthusiasm at the opportunity to discuss chemistry with someone as accomplished as Doctor Michaelson.

You shook Eli's hand eagerly, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you exchanged introductions. Your father, sensing your genuine interest, excused himself with a knowing smile, leaving you alone with Doctor Michaelson to indulge in your shared passion for chemistry.

"So, Doctor Michaelson," you began, your voice filled with genuine curiosity as you leaned in closer to him. "I must say, I'm absolutely fascinated by your work. Winning the Nobel Prize in chemistry is no small feat."

Eli chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he returned your gaze. "Ah, yes, the Nobel Prize," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of arrogance that only served to pique your interest further. "It was quite the honor, I must admit."

As you delved into a discussion about chemistry, you couldn't help but be drawn in by Eli's charisma and intelligence. His knowledge of the subject was impressive, his insights thought-provoking and insightful. But it wasn't just his intellect that captivated you; there was something undeniably alluring about the way he carried himself, a confidence and self-assuredness that set him apart from the others.

Before you knew it, the conversation had shifted from professional to personal, the air between you charged with a palpable tension that sent shivers down your spine. You found yourself drawn to Eli in a way you hadn't expected, his presence casting a spell over you that you couldn't resist.

As you engaged in conversation with Doctor Eli Michaelson, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was subtly flirting with you, his charming smile and lingering glances leaving no doubt about his intentions. But instead of feeling uncomfortable or offended, you found yourself drawn to his confident demeanor, shamelessly flirting back as you exchanged playful banter and mischievous looks.

"Well, Doctor Michaelson," you teased, a playful twinkle in your eye as you leaned in closer to him. "It seems you're not just a Nobel laureate, but quite the charmer as well."

Eli chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving yours as he leaned in to whisper, "Why, my dear, I do believe you've uncovered my secret."

You laughed, feeling a sense of exhilaration coursing through you as you basked in the thrill of the flirtatious exchange. But before the moment could escalate any further, your mother's voice cut through the air, oblivious to the charged atmosphere between you and Eli as she called you both to dinner.

Reluctantly tearing your gaze away from Eli's, you followed your mother to the dining room, taking your seat at the table with a sense of anticipation. To your delight, you found yourself seated next to Eli, who was now engaged in conversation with your father, his charismatic presence filling the room with a magnetic energy.

As dinner progressed, your father, ever the gracious host, engaged in conversation with Eli, inquiring about various topics, including Eli's work and personal life. However, what came next caught you completely off guard.

"So, Eli," your father began, his voice casual but with a hint of curiosity, "How is your wife?"

You almost choked on your wine at the mention of Eli's wife, the revelation catching you completely by surprise. Wife? You had no idea Eli was married, and the thought sent a jolt of shock coursing through you. You glanced at Eli out of the corner of your eye, but he remained composed, his expression unreadable as he responded to your father's inquiry.

"Oh, Sarah is... fine," Eli replied vaguely, his tone betraying no emotion as he casually sipped his wine. "She's been keeping busy with her own pursuits, spending some of my thousands of dollars"

Your mother, ever perceptive, noticed the discomfort that had settled over you, her brow furrowing with concern as she turned to you. "Are you okay, dear?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry. "You look a bit flushed."

You forced a smile onto your face, dismissing your mother's concern with a wave of your hand. "I'm fine, Mom," you lied, your voice unsteady as you tried to compose yourself. "I think I'm just not used to such strong wine."

Luckily, your mother seemed to accept your explanation, her attention shifting back to the conversation at hand. But Eli, sitting beside you, knew better. His hand trailed up your thigh from under the table, his big, thick fingers teasing the hem of the dress you were wearing.

You stifled a gasp of surprise, feeling a rush of heat pooling in the pit of your stomach at his bold touch. Despite the casual indifference he projected to everyone else, Eli's actions spoke volumes, his touch leaving no doubt about his intentions.

Desperate to regain your composure, you subtly shifted in your seat, trying to distance yourself from Eli's touch without drawing attention to the situation. But to everyone else's sight, Eli seemed indifferent, his gaze fixed on your father as he continued their conversation with practiced ease.

Your father, oblivious to the tension between you and Eli, chuckled softly at Eli's response. "Ah, yes, I heard the gossip," he admitted, his voice tinged with amusement. "Sarah asked for a divorce, didn't she? Must be having quite the time with some of your millions."

Eli's lips curled into a smirk at the mention of his ex-wife, his eyes gleaming with a hint of satisfaction. "Yes, well, some things are better left in the past," he replied cryptically, his tone betraying no remorse for the failed marriage.

You relaxed at the mention of divorce, relieved that Eli was not a married man. You certainly didn't want to engage in any illicit affairs, especially not with someone who was already committed. As Eli finally moved his hand away from you, you let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful that the tension between you had dissipated.

Turning your attention back to the conversation, you engaged in small talk with one of your cousins about your experiences in London. Meanwhile, Eli continued talking to your father, his voice smooth and confident as he discussed various topics with ease.

But as the conversation continued, you couldn't shake the lingering desire that had been ignited by Eli's earlier touch. Feeling emboldened by the privacy of the tablecloth, you let your fingers trail down Eli's thigh, dangerously close to brushing against his length beneath the table.

Eli's reaction was immediate, a barely perceptible shift in his demeanor betraying his surprise at your boldness. But just as quickly as it had appeared, his indifference returned, his expression giving away nothing as he continued to converse with your father.

You continued to tease Eli, your fingers tracing tantalizing patterns along his thigh, teasing him with the promise of something more. But as much as you wanted to feel him, to confirm the size and hardness of him beneath the table, you held back, reveling in the anticipation of what was to come.

As you continued your conversation, your mind raced with anticipation, your thoughts consumed by the illicit thrill of what was happening beneath the table. You couldn't believe how bold you were being, teasing a man you barely knew in front of your family, but the excitement of the forbidden only fueled your desire further.

Just as you thought Eli might move your hand away, he surprised you yet again, his hand reaching down to grab yours and pressing it against his crotch. Your eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected move, but you quickly composed yourself, your heart racing with excitement as you felt the unmistakable bulge of his arousal beneath the fabric.

Feeling emboldened by Eli's brazenness, you squeezed him lightly, relishing in the feeling of his hardness beneath your touch. He looked big, and the thought of what lay beneath his trousers sent a rush of heat pooling between your thighs. You couldn't wait to see him fully aroused, to feel him inside you, filling you up completely.

But as the dinner drew to a close, you reluctantly moved Eli's hand away, the thrill of the forbidden still lingering in the air between you. With a subtle exchange of looks, you both silently agreed to maintain the facade of normalcy until the end of the evening, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had happened beneath the table.

As you said goodbye to your family, your father offered to give you a ride to your apartment, but as expected, Eli butted into the conversation, inquiring about your address and offering to take you home himself. You accepted without hesitation, your heart racing with excitement at the prospect of being alone with Eli at last.

As you made your way to his car, your father, oblivious to the sexual tension between you, thanked Eli for his generosity and instructed him to take good care of you. Eli's response was laced with a touch of malice that went unnoticed by everyone but you, his baritone voice dripping with hidden meaning.

"Oh, I'll take very good care of her," Eli replied with a smirk, his eyes locking with yours in a silent promise of things to come. "You have my word."

With that, you climbed into Eli's car, the anticipation of what awaited you sending a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. As he started the engine and pulled away from the curb, you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the prospect of what the night would bring.

You were going to fuck Eli Michaelson, the renowned chemist and Nobel laureate, and you couldn't wait to see what he had in store for you. It was going to be a wild and unforgettable night, a one-night stand to welcome you back to California with a bang.

As Eli drove to your apartment, the tension between you simmered, the anticipation of what was to come hanging thick in the air. His hand rested casually on your thigh, and you didn't hesitate to part your legs slightly, inviting him to explore further. With a satisfied smirk, Eli accepted your silent invitation, his fingers trailing tantalizingly along the soft skin of your inner thigh.

Feeling emboldened by your response, Eli leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "You're so eager for me, aren't you?"

You shivered at the sensation of his breath against your skin, a rush of heat flooding your senses at his words. "Very eager," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you leaned into his touch. "I've been thinking about you all night."

Eli's lips curled into a satisfied smirk at your confession, his hand tightening slightly on your thigh as he reveled in the knowledge of your desire. But as the car came to a stop at a red light, he saw an opportunity too good to pass up. With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, he leaned in to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

You melted into his embrace, your lips moving in perfect sync with his as you lost yourself in the intoxicating heat of the moment. Eli tasted even better than you had imagined, his kiss hungry and demanding as he claimed you as his own.

But as the cars behind you honked impatiently, Eli reluctantly pulled away, his lips swollen and red from the intensity of your kiss. "We should probably get going," he murmured, his voice husky with desire as he reluctantly tore himself away from you.

You nodded, your own breathing ragged as you struggled to regain your composure. With a silent understanding, you both knew that the night was far from over, and you couldn't wait to pick up where you left off.

As the light turned green, Eli resumed driving, his hand still resting possessively on your thigh as he navigated the streets of the city. The anticipation of what awaited you at your apartment sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins, and you couldn't wait to be alone with Eli at last.

When you finally arrived at your apartment building, you wasted no time in getting out of the car, your heart racing with anticipation as you led Eli to the elevator. His hand trailed possessively along the small of your back, his touch sending shivers of desire racing down your spine.

As the elevator doors closed behind you, Eli wasted no time in pressing you against the wall, his body flush against yours as he pinned you in place. You could feel the unmistakable bulge of his arousal pressing against your thigh, sending a rush of heat pooling between your legs.

"You promised to take good care of me, remember?" you teased, a mischievous glint in your eye as you gazed up at him. "Are you going to keep your word?"

Eli's lips curled into an arrogant smirk at your question, his hands roaming freely over your body as he claimed you as his own. "Oh, I intend to keep my promise," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he leaned in closer. "But first, I think I'll need a little reminder of what you taste like."

With that, he captured your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue probing eagerly against yours as he savored the taste of your desire. You kissed him back with equal fervor, lost in the intoxicating heat of the moment as you surrendered completely to the passion that burned between you.

But as the elevator dinged to signal your arrival at your floor, Eli reluctantly pulled away, his breath ragged as he struggled to regain his composure. "We'll continue this inside," he promised, his voice husky with desire as he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips.

With a shared glance filled with unspoken promise, you both stepped out of the elevator and made your way to your apartment, the anticipation of what awaited you sending a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. Tonight was going to be a night to remember, a night of passion and desire that would leave you both breathless with longing.

And as you unlocked the door to your apartment and stepped inside with Eli by your side, you knew that the night was just beginning, and you couldn't wait to see where it would take you. As he looked around your apartment, he couldn't help but whistle in impressed admiration. The space was indeed bigger and better than he had imagined for a young single woman. You explained that the apartment was actually a gift from your father, given to you as a welcome back gesture for returning to California.

Eli nodded, but couldn't resist teasing you, "So, you're daddy's spoiled daughter, huh?" he remarked with a playful smirk.

You brushed off his comment, shrugging as you took off your coat. "Does it matter at this moment?" you questioned, looking up at him with a coy smile.

Eli chuckled, shaking his head. "No, it doesn't matter," he agreed, leaning in to kiss you again.

But you stopped him with a hand on his chest, your expression turning serious. "Do you have condoms?" you asked, your voice low and sultry.

Eli's smirk widened into a grin as he reached into his wallet to retrieve a condom. He handed it to you with a satisfied grin, and you took it eagerly, feeling a rush of anticipation course through you.

Taking his hand, you led him to the bedroom, your heart racing with excitement as you thought about what was to come. Eli liked how bold you were, clearly getting what he wanted, and he couldn't help but admire your confidence.

But as you reached the bedroom door, he gently pulled you back, his expression turning serious. "Just a reminder," he murmured, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek as he whispered, "I'm the one calling the shots tonight."

You grinned up at him, your eyes glinting with mischief as you replied, "We'll see about that, Doctor."

With that, you pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him with a confidence that made Eli's heart race with excitement. He watched eagerly as you straddled him, your movements fluid and graceful as you stripped off your clothes with practiced ease.

As you hovered over him, completely naked and unashamed, Eli couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through him. He reached out to touch you, his fingers trailing lightly along the curve of your waist as he admired the beauty before him.

But you didn't give him the chance to explore further. Instead, you grabbed his hand and guided it to your heat, urging him to touch you where you needed him most. With a satisfied smirk, Eli obliged, his fingers teasing and exploring every inch of your aching flesh.

You moaned in pleasure at his touch, your back arching instinctively as he found all the right spots to drive you wild with desire. With each passing moment, the tension between you grew, the air thick with anticipation as you both surrendered completely to the passion that burned between you.

But just as you thought you couldn't take it any longer, Eli flipped you onto your back, pinning you in place with a hungry gaze that sent shivers of excitement racing down your spine. Eli's hoarse voice filled the room as he made it clear that it was his turn to take control. With a hungry gaze, he began to undress, his movements deliberate and calculated as he stripped off his clothes with practiced ease. You watched him intently, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of his trick body.

With a smirk, Eli tore open the condom packet with his teeth, a confident display of his prowess. And as he rolled the condom around himself, you couldn't help but let out an involuntary "Oh shit" at the sight of his impressive size. Eli's ego swelled at your reaction, a satisfied grin spreading across his lips.

"You like what you see?" he teased, his baritone voice sending shivers of excitement down your spine.

You nodded eagerly, unable to tear your gaze away from him. "Definitely," you admitted, a mischievous glint in your eye. "But let's see if you can live up to the hype."

With a playful smirk, Eli leaned in closer, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he pressed himself against you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he entered you slowly, letting you get used to his impressive girth.

As he settled completely inside you, you both let out a simultaneous moan of pleasure, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. Eli's hands gripped the sheets on either side of your head, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek as he whispered dirty things in your ear.

"You like that, huh?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Fucking your dad's best friend?"

You surprised him with your boldness, stroking his jaw as you responded with a smile. "If my father's friends are as attractive and interesting as you," you teased, your voice low and sultry, "then I might just have to start fucking all of them."

Eli chuckled softly at your response, his ego inflated by your praise. "You minx," he murmured, his lips trailing hot kisses along your neck as he began to move inside you with slow, deliberate thrusts.

The heat between you was electric, the air thick with unspoken desire as you surrendered completely to the passion that burned between you. With each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo.

But just as you thought you couldn't take it any longer, Eli leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Come for me, darling. Let me feel you unravel around me."

With a shudder of pleasure, you let yourself go, surrendering completely to the ecstasy that consumed you. As you cried out his name in pleasure, Eli's ego swelled with satisfaction, knowing that he had brought you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Eli groaned, his voice thick with desire as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. "Such a good little slut, spreading your legs for me like this, opening your legs for a man you barely know."

You moaned in response, the sensation of him filling you completely overwhelming in its intensity. "Yes, Eli," you gasped, your voice a breathless whisper as you surrendered completely to the pleasure coursing through your veins. "Harder, please."

Eli complied eagerly, his hips slamming into yours with bruising force as he drove you both closer and closer to the edge. The air was thick with the smell of sex, your bodies slick with sweat as you lost yourselves in the ecstasy of the moment.

With each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the brink again, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. "Oh, Eli," you cried out, your voice echoing in the empty room as you tumbled over the edge into ecstasy.

But Eli wasn't far behind, his own release tearing through him with explosive force as he buried himself deep inside you. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure as he spilled himself into the condom, his body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm.

As you both collapsed against each other, spent and satisfied, you couldn't help but revel in the aftermath of your passion. Eli's hooked nose brushed against your cheek as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

"That was incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine awe as he gazed down at you with adoration. "You're amazing."

You smiled up at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over you at his praise. "You're not so bad yourself," you teased, your voice playful.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, you suddenly pushed Eli off of you, catching him off guard as he slid off the bed. With a tired sigh, you pulled the covers off of yourself, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling over you after the long day you had.

Settling into the pillow, you turned to Eli and instructed him to make sure he closed the door behind him when he left. You mentioned that the lock was automatic, so it would close as soon as he left the room. Eli looked at you in surprise, a hint of confusion clouding his features as he processed your words.

"Babe, are you serious?" Eli questioned, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You're kicking me out already?"

You didn't answer him, instead choosing to ignore his question as you pretended to sleep peacefully in bed. Eli felt a pang of frustration and rejection wash over him, his ego bruised from being discarded so easily.

He had never experienced this before; usually, he was the one to send women away or sneak out the next morning. It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling for Eli, one that left him feeling a little unsettled despite achieving what he had wanted.

Gathering his clothes, Eli took off the condom and disposed of it in the bathroom before getting dressed. As he fastened his belt, he couldn't help but look at you, feeling a mixture of frustration and longing as you lay there, seemingly indifferent to his presence.

Walking over to the bed, Eli leaned in to kiss you one last time, his lips lingering against yours with a mixture of desire and resentment. But instead of reciprocating, you pushed him away, telling him to go away with a playful laugh.

And Eli growled. If you were going to treat him like a toy, then so be it. With a smirk, he grabbed your wrists as you pushed against him, pinning you to the mattress with a firm grip. You laughed with amusement as he held you still, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless. He trailed kisses down your neck, grazing his teeth against your skin, his intention clear as day.

"Don't you dare," you warned, your voice tinged with mock indignation as you squirmed beneath him.

But Eli ignored your protests, his teeth sinking into your skin as he left a love bite that made you moan in pleasure. You writhed under him, unable to resist the sensation of his teeth against your neck as he marked you as his own.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Eli pulled away, licking the mark he had left with a satisfied grin. He released your wrists, standing up as you pretended to be angry with him, though it would take a lot of work to hide the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

Ignoring your faux anger, Eli said goodbye with a wink, his baritone voice filled with amusement as he teased, "I'll see you around, darling."

With that, he left the apartment, closing the door behind him with a satisfying click. As you heard the automatic lock engage, you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the thrill of the forbidden. Eli may have been arrogant and self-centered, but there was no denying the undeniable chemistry between you.

As you put Eli out of your mind, you couldn't deny the lingering thrill of the one-night stand. It had been exhilarating, no doubt, but you were determined to move on and focus on your studies. After all, it was just a fleeting moment of passion, nothing more.

But fate had other plans.

A few days later, as the semester at your new university began, you found yourself strolling through the halls, trying to familiarize yourself with the campus. You were not at all happy about having to study at a university where your father was a Mathematics professor. The thought of being constantly under his watchful eye made you feel suffocated, like you couldn't breathe without his judgment looming over you.

But as you navigated the crowded halls, lost in thought, you suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out to you. Turning around, you were shocked to see Eli Michaelson standing there, a confident smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine. "Fancy seeing you here, darling."

You felt a surge of panic at the sight of him, your mind racing with a million questions. How had he found you? What was he doing here? And most importantly, what did he want from you?

Before you could gather your thoughts, Eli was already closing the distance between you, his presence looming large and intimidating. "I must say, I didn't expect to run into you so soon," he continued, his hooked nose twitching with amusement. "But I'm certainly not complaining."

You took a step back, feeling the walls closing in around you as Eli invaded your personal space. "What do you want, Eli?" you demanded.

Eli made a mocking noise, "Tsk, tsk, no, this isn't Eli, it's Professor Michaelson to you," he corrected you with a smirk.

You looked at him in shock, repeating, "Professor?"

Eli smiled, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips as he nodded. "That's right, darling. Professor Eli Michaelson, at your service," he introduced himself with exaggerated formality, as if it was the first time you had seen each other.

You stared at him in disbelief, your mind reeling with the implications of his words. "Oh shit," you muttered under your breath, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Eli's smirk widened at your reaction, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched the realization dawn on you. "Surprised to see me, darling?" he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

You nodded dumbly, unable to find the words to express your shock. "I... I had no idea you were a professor here," you stammered, your mind racing with a million questions.

Eli chuckled softly, enjoying your flustered state. "Well, surprise," he replied with a wink. "Looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other from now on."

Suddenly, you realized that Eli had always known all along that you would be attending this university, and a surge of anger and frustration washed over you. How could he have slept with you, knowing that he would be your professor? The audacity of the man infuriated you, but as you looked into his smug expression, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions.

Eli kept smiling, leaning in closer until his face was mere inches from yours. His baritone voice filled the air, thick with satisfaction as he taunted you with his words. "Well, well, looks like the little slut got caught," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Didn't think I'd be your chemistry professor, did you?"

You recoiled at his words, feeling a surge of indignation at his arrogant tone. How dare he speak to you like that? But as you looked into his piercing gaze, you couldn't deny the undeniable attraction that pulsed between you. Damn, why did this bastard have to be so attractive?

Eli's smirk widened at your reaction, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned in even closer. "You're such a naughty girl, fucking your teacher like this," he whispered, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

You felt a surge of arousal at his words, the heat pooling between your legs despite your best efforts to resist him. How could he have this effect on you, even now, when you knew he was nothing but trouble?

With a frustrated sigh, you pushed him away, trying to put some distance between you. "This is not funny, Eli," you snapped, your voice tinged with annoyance. "You knew I would be coming here, and yet you still slept with me. What the hell were you thinking?"

Eli's smirk faltered slightly at your words, a hint of uncertainty flickering in his eyes before he regained his composure. "What can I say?" he replied, his voice smooth and confident. "I couldn't resist the temptation. And besides, who says we can't have a little fun now that you're my student?"

You glared at him, your frustration mounting with each passing moment. How could he be so cavalier about this? Didn't he realize the consequences of his actions?

With a sigh, you shook your head, trying to shake off the conflicting emotions swirling within you. “No, Eli,” you warned, your voice steady despite the tremor of uncertainty that lingered beneath the surface. “You’re my teacher, and I’m still your student. Let’s try to keep things professional from now on, okay?”

Eli nodded, his expression falsely serious as he held your gaze. "Of course," he agreed, his voice tinged with arrogance. "I understand. But just know that I can't promise to keep my hands off you when you're sitting in my class, looking all hot and bothered."

You rolled your eyes at his shameless flirtation, feeling a reluctant smile tug at the corners of your lips despite yourself. Damn, why did he have to be so charming?

As you turned to walk away, Eli couldn't help but let out a self-satisfied smirk, his eyes trailing down to appreciate the sway of your hips with an arrogant grin. Damn, you looked good walking away, and he couldn't wait to have you up against his desk, begging for more.

With a chuckle to himself, Eli turned to go the opposite way down the hallway, his confident stride drawing attention from passersby. He spotted one of his adoring students, a young woman with a blush on her cheeks as she glanced at him shyly.

Eli winked at her with a smirk, enjoying the way she giggled and blushed even deeper in response. He was pleased with the effect he had on her, reveling in the power he held over his students.

"Good morning, Professor Michaelson," she greeted him, her voice soft and hesitant.

"Good morning, my dear," Eli replied smoothly, his baritone voice dripping with charm. "How are you today?"

The young woman blushed even deeper at his attention, her eyes darting away shyly. "I'm good, thank you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eli chuckled softly at her response, enjoying the way she squirmed under his gaze. "That's good to hear," he murmured, his tone low and seductive. "I trust you'll be attending my lecture today?"

The young woman nodded eagerly, a hint of excitement in her eyes. "Of course, Professor," she replied, her voice filled with adoration.

Eli smiled indulgently at her, pleased with her eagerness to please him. "Excellent," he replied, his tone approving. "I look forward to seeing you there, my dear."

With a final wink, Eli continued on his way down the hall, his mind already turning to the day ahead. He had a lecture to prepare and a class to teach, but first, he couldn't resist the opportunity to indulge in a little flirtation with his adoring students.

As he reached his office, Eli couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at the thought of seeing you again. Damn, he couldn't wait to have you in his class, to watch you squirm under his gaze as he imparted his wisdom upon you.

With a satisfied smirk, Eli pushed open the door to his office, ready to start the day with a sense of purpose and determination. After all, he was Doutor Eli Michaelson, Nobel laureate and renowned scientist, and he wouldn't let anything or anyone stand in the way of his ambitions.

[wedontdeservethestars]

Johnny x reader with a huge family

Fem or gn pls

Thank you for the prompt, anon!! This is a short n sweet little thing, with a slight side of angst since I realized Johnny's home life was probably shit halfway through writing it lol. Hope you enjoy!

Content: gn!reader, fluff, slight angst about Johnny's distance with his parents (and dad)

“Wow. It’s so quiet,” Johnny joked. The two of you had found some solace on the porch outside, for once in the whole evening being mostly alone. You could still hear your little cousins playing in the front yard and some of your older relatives laughing as they smoked in the driveway, but here you felt like you had room to breathe.

“I know,” you laughed a little. “Sorry. I know it’s…a lot.” 

“Oh, please,” Johnny rolled his eyes. “This is nothing. At least no one here is constantly asking for a picture or for me to join in on some kinda celebrity-marketing-business-thingy.”

A shrill giggle came from the yard, and it was unmistakable. “Except for–”

“Yes,” he nodded rather seriously. “Except for Lizzy. I would trust her business plans with a blindfold on and my hands tied behind my back.”

You had gotten mixed reactions from everyone in your family when they saw who your partner was. Your parents and siblings had known for a little while, though you tried to keep it on the down-low that you were dating one of the richest and most famous men in Hollywood. But the reunion was something you went to every year and truly enjoyed. Your family was enormous and stressful, but you loved them and enjoyed being with them. It had been over a year since you’d gotten with Johnny, and you felt that now was the time to introduce everyone to him. Your grandparents and older relatives, for the most part, were lost on who Johnny was. Your parents were both impressed and protective of you. Your siblings were either jealous or flat-out didn’t believe you until they saw his Agera pull up in the driveway. 

Your cousins who were old enough to recognize Johnny were equally starstruck, but one in particular, the barely-teenaged Lizzy, had hardly left you two alone from the moment you arrived at your parents’ house. Between excited gasps and nervous giggles and lots of hair-twirling, she’d spent the evening desperately trying to rope Johnny into starring in her various movie ideas. Johnny played along stoically, even removing his sunglasses to listen and nod as she detailed plots about superhero dogs and haunted pillows and a hamster who was running for president. By the end of the night, you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d managed to snag his number so they could continue discussing his potential roles and payment later in the coming weeks.

“Can you blame her?” you asked with a chuckle. “Imagine if when you were little your cousin was dating, like, Harrison Ford, or something.”

“Hey, I’m not blaming anyone! That kid’s going places. She’s just trying to invest early.” Johnny turned and you his profile caught in the golden glow of a summer sunset. It struck you, not for the first time in the past few minutes, how pretty he was. You especially loved the sparkle in his eyes and the curve of his nose in this light. 

“She’s a smart one,” you agreed, half-paying attention.

Johnny took a long sip of his drink as he leaned on the railing of your porch, humming softly to himself. You took a moment to scan the surrounding area of your childhood home. It felt strange to be back here with him. It was like two worlds colliding, and while it wasn’t unpleasant to share your family and homelife with him, it felt odd. Almost like a dream state.

“So, are you liking all this? I know it’s not exactly what you’re used to…”

“Like it?” He seemed surprised. “Oh, man. I love it.”

“Really?” You couldn’t help a childishly excited tone from entering your voice. He smiled at this, his dimples creasing as he did so.

“Sure! It’s, uh…rustic.” His brow furrowed for a second. “Well, no. That’s not the right word. It’s…” 

Your face fell a little as he sighed. His own smile was fading.

“I didn’t really…have this growing up. Y’know? My dad, he was never big on his own family. So I never really saw my grandparents, or my aunts or uncles or anything. My mom didn’t have a big connection with hers either. I don’t think my dad helped that. So a lot of the time it was just us three. And…God. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bring the mood down. I’m just tryin’ to say that this is all really, really nice.”

“Oh,” you said softly. “Well, y’know, everyone here…they’re all your family too, now. You know that, right?”

“I guess that’s true.” He brightened. “Yeah. Family.”

“You’re one of us now.” You grinned and leaned against him. “And even if you are some big-shot A-list movie star, they’ll love you as long as I do.”

“Sooo, like, another three months?” he teased, calculating on his fingers. You giggled.

“Count your days, Cage.” You watched as a group of kids chased each other around the yard and neared the porch, clamoring about rules and squealing with laughs. Among them, Lizzy played, stopping only for a moment to gaze at both of you (Johnny more-so). “Although, if the way things have been going tonight are indicative of anything, you might have a rebound date in your future…”

“Oh, she can find a better Prince Charming, I’m sure,” Johnny chuckled. He waved to her, and Lizzy looked like she might just implode. Her big eyes grew bigger and bigger and she remained still as a statue until her little sister bumped into her, and then, after only one more glance over her shoulder, she was right back in the game.

“Ooh, Prince Charming.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I like that.”

“Well, it fits. I treat you like royalty for a reason.” He pulled your face into his hand and kissed you fully, trailing his thumb along your jaw. When you pulled away, you had a permanent smile painted on your lips.

“Pretty,” he murmured. He had a similar look on his face.

“Look in a mirror,” you shot back kindly. 

“A magic mirror?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes. 

“C’mon. I think dinner’s almost ready.” Tugging his hand, you started towards the door inside.

“Ooh, I can’t wait to try your mom’s food. That kitchen smelled so damn good earlier…”

“You’re gonna love it.” You gave him a backwards glance. “Seriously, if that doesn’t lure you into this family, then nothing will.”

[rius-cave]

So I found another AU. And guess what.

It’s one of the most angsty shits I’ve ever came up with.

Guardian Angel AU.

Lucifer is a winner who died with his family in a car accident when he was 14. (Let’s ignore the fact that Lu’s parent is God and throw two random parents. He had a twin brother, Michael and a sister, Charlie.) And they went to Heaven.

Lucifer rose in status and became a Guardian Angel, whose job is to go and help people who SH themselves or people who thinks about oofing themselves. They have timers in Heaven which shows the time left to save these people.

One day, they give him a “To Be Saved” list and he sees his childhood friend, Adam there. They were neighbors until Lucifer moved away when he was 12. Adam lowkey had a crush on him but didn’t realize. He chose him as his next job.

Why does Adam want to oof himself? Let me tell you. Also this is the part with the most tw’s.

Starting from the beginning, Adam’s mental health took damage for the first time when he had a you-know-what relationship with someone named Steve, who was 2 years older than him. He fell in depression. Sera, his adoptive mother, didn’t want to take him to a psychiatrist (Because he’s just being dramatic and should get up and be a man) but Emily, his stepsister insisted, so he did see a doctor and got help. They gave him a medicine to help him heal. (Maybe Xanax)

Also he had to use Vicodin aswell at one point. This’ll be relevant I swear.

Years and years later, he met with Eve. And they had kids when they were both. 20. They got married because their parents forced them and moved to another state, where they opened their small farm. They had twin boys, Cain and Abel btw.

Adam thought maybe, even though they had a rocky start, he could live happily now with his family. But…

Cain killed Abel when they were 14. And he went to juvie.

Adam and Eve broke up after this, with Eve blaming it all on Adam. She got almost all their properties in court, sold them and moved to another country, telling Adam she never wanted to see his stupid face or be associated with someone like him.

Hopeless, Adam contacted his mom. Oh God I wish he didn’t.

Sera too blamed him for everything and disowned him, calling him a murderer because he was supposed to be the father of his kids and raise them properly. It wouldn’t have happened if he just did a better job at raising them. She refused to help him because “he was a grown ass man, he wasn’t a baby”

Emily was in another country as well, she went there for education and stayed there. Sera lied about what Adam did and made him look like the devil himself. So Emily thinks her mom is right to disown him.

Adam stayed at a small apartment for a while, but he couldn’t even afford the rent, so he was going to be thrown at the streets until a “superhero” came and saved him.

Alastor. His step cousin.

Alastor paid the rent, and even bought Adam a house, saying “He can take care of him until he’s fine again”. But as you may have guessed, of course that’s not his intention.

He gave Adam the same pills the doctors gave to Adam when he was a kid. Saying it’d ease the pain. And they did. But..

He became addicted. To both Xanax and Vicodin. He kept buying them from two weirdos named Vox and Velvette, who were actually helping Alastor.

Speaking of Alastor.. He thinks he can do any physical harm to Adam since he saved his ass. He visits him once every three weeks and gladly reminds him how much of a desperate piece of shit he is.

Slowly, Adam became addicted to tequila as well.

Adam slowly became a bit like a hermit, never leaving his house for days and always ordering stuff there.

Phew. With that’s out of the way I can continue.

So Lucifer disguises himself as Adam’s neighbor and does his job the best he could.

What he didn’t expect was to fall in love with him. He couldn’t help it. Adam did as well.

It was forbidden for an angel to love a human but Lucifer didn’t care. Adam literally lived Hell on Earth and deserved someone.

But one day another angel reported this. His ex, Lilith, a heaven born angel.

I’ll get to it later. It has much more stuff.

JESUS CHRIST. NOW THAT IS LOADED.

Well! That whole traumatic backstory seems very on par with what would happen to him tbh, plus the extra Alastor stuff, oof, yeah that's a lot.

The part that stings the most is definitely still the part about his children, but wow he's having not a good time.

You know this kinda reminded me of the youtube pilot Welcome to Hell (super recommend it btw), it has basically the opposite premise to this LOL because its a boy that is tasked to make other people want to end their lives, but then ends up becoming friends with the boy that he's supposed to torment.

Very interesting AU, having Lucifer as a guardian angel is <3<3<3<3<3 love that a lot!

[thegreyjoyed]

It’s thanksgiving today !!! Meaning… Alex Keller thanksgiving headcanons <3

Alex Keller is obviously an American

So he’d celebrate thanksgiving with his family !!!

•He’s got a HUGE family, so they probably rent out a space for the evening and have a whole lineup of crockpots, baked dishes, dessert table, drink table, kid drink table, alcohol table, etc etc…

• He brings a good pie, some drinks(lemonade and budlight) and plastic silverware too ofc

•LOVES telling stories at the dinner table when he isn’t in exile at the kids table to be with his little cousins who love hanging off of him and getting him all sticky n gross bc he pulled some mean ass prank on the whole family

• He loves seeing his grandmas and grandpas, he gives them a big bear hug(gentler), and a kiss on each cheek

• he never participates in politics talking, probably leaves the room to ‘use the bathroom’ or just doesn’t participate and changes the topics

• when they all go to one persons house to watch a football game, the thanksgiving parade, the dog show or something else, he crashes on the couch and at least one baby gets piled onto him as a napping spot because (big family)

• loves letting his older girl cousins play with his hair and give him a full face of makeup bc they never get to see him aside from the holidays he gets off

• he loves green beans and mixing his plate all around, he gets corn, green beans, mashed potatoes, probably no gravy, but sometimes he does, he gets ham and turkey, and a roll and he mixes everything together in one big pile and smears it onto open rolls and chows down like he hasn’t gotten good food in months(which he hasn’t)

• He talks vaguely about his deployments but only ever tells the light hearted parts like if he hears someone crack a good joke or something good came from the deployment etc

• he has dad jokes for days that he tells his aunts and uncles and parents

• Plays with his cousins even as an adult bc he probably is an only child or has a younger sister that tolerates him

• he hates sweet potatoes. GET THAT SHIT AWAY FROM HIM !!!!! He don’t like them even with the marshmallows

• he loves his grandma’s homemade noodles so so much, they’re just PERFECT no one can match his love for the noodles

• Alex also never takes off the makeup his cousins put on him, he always has to go to a CVS or rite aid and get makeup remover to remove the makeup smeared on his face and gets some candy for himself and other necessities

• he flicks food at his cousins when he’s banned to the kid table, throws a spoon full of mashed potatoes at the littlest toddler aged kid and then blames it on someone else and acts innocent

• He gossips with his teenage girl cousins and games with his teenage boy cousins, a family man, if you will

• loves just watching his great aunt crochet/knitting him a scarf or too small of gloves bc she’s half blind

• loves watching over the babies and just catching up with family

[retribution-if]

-> Demo (TBA)

-> Playable Trailer

-> Character Appearances

-> Vibe Playlists (Part 1, Part 2)

You never really learned to let go.

Did you?

Hello, little godling, are you here to seek out an exchange? What is the phrase those mortals say? "Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth"? Are you here to exchange death for death? How counterproductive, no? Though it seems that you refuse to listen to any sort of reason nowadays.

A pity, really.

I expected better from you. However I can't blame you and the emotional storm you brought yourself into. Afterall, having the man you called "Grandfather" turn on you and slaughter your family one day is an understandable thing to fuss over. Personally, I could care any less if my brother died. Your aunt and I would be just fine, frankly. Everything would be better off with one less Primordial, but really, does that matter now with the problems he helped cause?

Regardless, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Here you are, a child of barren nature and moving time, with the dagger of your wilted sister Spring, the sickle of your arid brother Summer, and the laurel of your decayed brother Autumn.

Now, tell me this, little godling.

How much blood must be shed until you think it's enough to satisfy your sense of naive justice? Until every enemy you'll make and have have their blood spilt and pooling by your feet? Until they are on their hands and knees, begging for mercy, for you to spare them, just so you can be the judge of their fate?

Whatever your choice is, I'll simply be here watching you struggle and fall, and drop what remains of chaos you choose to leave in your wake.

~•~•~

Retribution, He Cries is a revenge story set in the Dark Ages of the fictional world of [REDACTED] and other realms, and will be written in Twine. This IF is rated 18+ for heavy themes such as: talks, witnessing, planning, and execution of murder, mass genocide, graphic violence, graphic gore (dismemberment, mutilation, disembowelment, & beheading), body horror, blood, physical assault, witness, descriptions, and mentions of death, religious themes.

*Content Warnings will be updated when needed.

Customizable Winter deity—let your appearance be the last thing He sees

Command and control the howling spirits

Learn how to hunt like your siblings

Give head pats to your dire wolf

Avenge your mother and siblings—leave chaos in your wake

Romance or befriend 4 people that walk with you in this journey

Seek justice for those who have fallen

Don't forget to keep running, little rabbit.

◈ Despoina (Goddess of Magic, The Arcana, Mysteries) She/Her)

The former lover of the god of life. Your grandmother is a powerful goddess of magic, and the giver of it to her mortal disciples known as "Magi". She's been cast out of the Pantheon due to being blamed for her inability to stop your grandfather. Currently, she's been deem "mad" for her constant dreamy attitude despite the horrible circumstances occurring around her.

~•~•~

◈ Nyx (Goddess of the Moon, Peace, Strategy) She/Her)

Daughter of the primordial cosmic goddess Emmera and the [late] god of fate Karma. She is your cousin and a fellow traveller in your journey. For being the goddess of peace, she isn't a very tranquil person, often resorting to violence at every inconvenience. She holds a calm aura whenever she's around, a bit aloof and insensitive at times, though has a soft spot for loved ones.

~•~•~

◈ Sansone (God of the Sun, Wrath, War) He/Him)

Son of the primordial cosmic goddess Emmera and the [late] god of fate Karma. Nyx's older brother and your cousin as well. He's here for the same reason as you and his sister, though mostly just to keep an eye on you both. He has this underlying storm underneath his relaxed façade, but you know better than to provoke it. Often takes the more pacifist route in situations, an opposite to his sister.

~•~•~

◈ Ectorius (Deity of Art, Fae, The Forest) He/They) ♡

You never expected them to join you on this journey. A close confidante and dear friend of your sister, Ectorius is an eccentric and somewhat odd individual. Always blabbering on, and on about making his next greatest magnum opus whenever he can. Though despite how dramatic he is, they are extremely cunning, but he likes to call it "persuasive".

~•~•~

◈ Nakia (The Former Priestess) She/Her) ♡

Having lost her village to the same god she worshipped, her faith in the gods has diminished. Seeking justice for her people, she joins you in your journey, unaware of your origins. An astute and patient woman who is willing to risk all for what she thinks is right. You worry for her and her inability to pick up and swing a sword, preferring to use the way of words to handle conflict.

~•~•~

◈ Faisal (The Archangel of Justice) He/Him) ♡

A member of High Court, which is Malkiel's Fifteen Generals in Zion. He is sent down to assist you in your mission to avenge your family. You know him from your time growing up in Zion, one of your first and only friends after the tragedy. He's willing to lay down his life to protect you from anything, even if you won't do the same.

~•~•~

◈ Lilith of Locked Heart (The Sin of Pride) She/They) ♡

A demoness from Hell, and the personification of Pride. She is a Queen of a kingdom in Gehenna, and accidentally stumbled upon them when she was crawling out of a cave, bloodied, bruised, and broken limbed. Now she joins you in your journey to, in their words, "beat the bastard that ruined them", though you have doubts that it's simply just that.

~•~•~

◈ Abel (God of Life, Joy, Birth) He/Him)

Your grandfather. The catalyst of this madness.

◈ Horatio (God of Time, Wisdom, Change) He/Him)

Father Time himself, and well, your actual father. A scarred and grieving man that refuses to partake in your journey. He does not wish to seek the justice for your family, but instead chooses a more passive way instead.

~•~•~

◈ Emmera (Goddess of The Cosmos, The Unknown, Fear) She/Her)

Your aunt and one of the three Primordials. Grieving over the death of her husband, she has formed an everlasting rage towards your grandfather and grandmother. She has gone spiteful over the years, with a scowl and glare on her face.

~•~•~

◈ Samar (God of Stars, Childhood, Shepherding) He/Him)

Sansone and Nyx's younger brother. Traumatized and confined in the body of a child, he has gone fearful of many things. Samar is often found in the arms of your aunt, clutching a wooden sheep figurine in his hand that he refuses to let go.

~•~•~

◈ Malkiel (God of Aether, Order, Angels) He/Him)

One of the three Primordials and one of two of the oldest gods. He's the man who housed you and your remaining family in his realm. Your father and aunt often warn you to stay away from him whenever you can.

~•~•~

◈ Radian (God of Void, Bonds, Justice) He/Him)

Your uncle. You don't know much about him, since you rarely ever see him during family gatherings. A mysterious and stoic man, with a heavy weight on his shoulders and of few words.

~•~•~

◈ Blair (Goddess of Death, Grief, Funerals) She/Her)

You're not expecting to nor know that you have a grandaunt, and she's not the kind of woman you expect her to be.

[itspdameronthings]

Never Letting You Go Ch10

Summary: Okay! Here it is!! Another filled chapter. Promise there will be some romance in the next chapter. Maybe do a mini one. In this chapter deals with Will meeting Jay Milles. Also deals with Santi's emotional state. Not giving too much away. Benny tries to help.

Warning: mentions emotional breakdowns. if this bothers you? skim pass that part.

 hearing his cousin’s voice after all of these years hurt his soul. His buddy was always Willthere when he needed advice on things. Taught him how to be the older brother. When Jay left to pursue his Olympic dream,and going to jail for the reason Will forgot about. Now he is on the phone. Went outside to chat so the others can't hear,” Now you call you no go for nothing scumbag! Hiddin from the world doesn't fucking help! I should know! Been there and done that! Benny needed ya! Not to mentionLittle Bit Remember her?! Fragile girl ya promised to look after Benny and I when we were in the Army?!” Jay tried to get a word in but it was no use! Till he yells,” I fucking get it?! Shit! Was in a bad place?! Was messed up after picking up that crazy hitchhiker ! Thought.. I loved her man! Reason for the call. I'm aware of the crazy mother situation. Wanna help okay? Maybe.. I can ya know stay with Benny and Little Bit so you can do what you were planning! Let me try to make things right? Ready to come out of hiding.” 

Hiding? Is that what Jay calls it? More like running. Will can't really blame him. Seen this behavior in Santi many many times. Reason why he took the FBI job. Thought he wasn't a good man for you. Finally he realized that you are his rock. Reason for living. Benny too. Which he never admitted to. Started to have feelings for him soon after the three of you got together. Took a breath,” Where are you? I can come over to pick ya up.” Taking a deep breath,” I'm at the diner across the street from your gym. “ 

Will comes back inside. Sees his brother on the couch. Sees Santi and Frankie is out of ear shot whispers,” Going into town for abit. Won't be long. “ Benny nods from his seat. Not before looking upstairs thinking about you. Hope you are resting. Little does your family know. You are about to sneak out. Opening the balcony door very quickly,and quietly. Walking slowly down the stairs only to see Will looking at you,” Where do you think you are going? If you are runnin away..” Taking a deep breath while fixing a messy ponytail while walking towards the truck,” Need to be with my big brother right now. Is that too much to ask? Go out like we used to. “ Reach out to pull your delicate frame into his strong arms. True he missed those times where the two of you went out . Talking about what's going on with them. Kisses top of your head,” Sure why not. Have to tell ya reason for goin into town.” 

“ Shittin me?! Jay ?! After how many fuckin years! Why now! “ Tightened the grip on the steering wheel while driving down the gravel road,” Wants to help okay? He knows what happened at home. Just give him a chance okay?” This isn't sitting well for you. His name has no bearing to you. Hurt when he left. No good bye nada. Never knew the real reason why he left after the Olympics. Knew he and his father had a falling out,but why ? Can't wait to hear his explanation.

Benny goes upstairs to see the bed empty. Okay, look in the bathroom. Followed by the rest of the house. Fear gripping him . Fearing that something has happened. Run downstairs to see the others. Panicking,” She's gone ! Can't find her! “ Santi tried to call the young man down just enough to hope he could get through to him,” We know she won't go far. Bet she is either with Sam ,or Will. Even at the pier throwing rocks in the lake. “ Frankie goes over to the side to text Will to see where you were. Few seconds later Will texted back. Wasn't Will was you. Saying that you are with him. Not to worry. 

“ She's with Ironhead. Not to worry. I'm gonna go to pick up the wifey and baby girl. I'll be back soon. “ Benny walks over to his friend hugging him,” Thanks man for helpin. I know Rose might not understand why ya don this dangerous thang.” Frankie smiles,” oh she will. Have to protect the ones we care about. As for your brother coming with me? Think that might be a possibility. “ 

Both of you arrived at the diner. In the window see Jay . After all of these years. Still looks and dresses the same. Jeans gray tee to match his mood. Will takes your hand to deliver some strength,” Would be okay hon. Try to hear him out kay? Besides, I'll order ya your favorite comfort food. “ First time today a smile brighten your face,* Love that big brother. Maybe… can you order something for the boys? Ya know? Peace offering? Especially… my Santi. Shouldn't have yelled at him like that. I… know he wants to protect me.” Taking a deep breath Will looks at you nods,” Think that would be a good idea Little Bit. Be just a moment, okay?” 

Jay looks to his left. Sees Will. Cousin who hasn't changed all too much. Even though he is more muscular. You on the other hand have changed so much. Not that awkward teen that wore black all the time. Looking like a beautiful woman, Benny is so lucky . Noticed you looking at him. Look at both sad,and anger. Goes over to both of you,” Look good Little Bit. Good to see you.” Look in your eyes caused you to yell loud enough for him to hear,” You have no right to call me that! Only ones I care about can!   That promise was broken! Will says I have to give ya benefit of a doubt. Be with your family.” Hearing this made Will smile. Cleared his throat,” She's right cuz. Now… tell us what happened at home “  Leading two of you to the table. Not missing a beat sitting across from both of you,” All I can say the crazy mama reminded me of that chick that wrecked me.” 

Santi is alone with his thoughts. Thinking about you. His precious baby girl. Hate to see that look of sadness in those eyes. Ones that could calm his very soul. Followed by your soft touches. Leaning against the porch railing watching the wind blowing the trees,but he doesn't know that Benny is watching from afar. Thinking about the same thing. Stands next to him. Cleared his throat,” She needs us more than ever ya know. Her mental health is so fragile. Can't see her break down again. Broke my heart when it happened last time. “ Santi looks at Benny ,”  Exactly what happened. She never opened up to me. Was it during a trauma?” Time for him to find out the truth. Truth about the one before that. One that still haunts him to this day,” Wasn't long after you joined the FBI btw I know why taking that job. Thought you weren't good enough for her. Never said anything. Her mom managed to find her when she was an intern. She was in the ER with heart problems. Baby girl lost it. Which Sam had to call me. Gemma in her state managed to lay in on her. That's when I arrived at her aid.  Poor baby girl was shaking like a leaf.after that moment brought her to the farm to help her .  Took her a few days to calm down. “ Santi started to understand. Heart tried not to break. Was surprised when Benny held him in his arms. Rubbing his back,” Let it out daddy. I'm right here. We will get through this together. “ Santi melts into his embrace. At that moment he didn't want to let go of the younger Miller. For the longest time he withheld his true feelings for him. Thought it was a phase. Would pass. Until three of you got married. Those feelings came back with a vengeance. Were moments he would spill his guts,but lost his nerve. Not gonna chicken out now. Softly sobbed on Benny,’s chest,” Wanna tell you something that I should have told you a long time ago. I love you. Not like a brother,but.. more like how our baby does. It finally hit me when you were in the hospital after your last fight. Wanted to be with you so bad! Even on our wedding night. Even when you had a nightmare when she and Will went off on an adventure together. Wanted to comfort you like she does.” Benny held him tighter. Those words filled his heart with joy. Took him long enough to tell him. Kisses his head,” took ya long enough to tell me. Was waitin to see how long you would tell me. I'm glad ya did. Don't want ya to be afraid to talk to me,and kitten. We are a family member? “ 

You and Will arrive home. Jay slowly gets out of his truck. Look around the property. Nestled two modern looking  farmhouses. Sam comes running towards her husband,” Glad your home my captain. Oh! See we have a guest?” Takes her hand in his large one,” Yeah, my cousin Jay. He will be staying with us While I go to help Fish. “ Jay comes over, you whisper,” I will keep my promise this time. Need ya to believe me.” Slowly walking away with a bag of food,” Hope you do. Now excuse me. Have to get home to my boys.” 

Walking up towards the porch,  see  a beautiful site. Your boys sharing a beautiful moment. Didn't want to interrupt till Benny sees you. Reches his hand out,” Glad your home kitten. See you brought food! Let's go inside “ Santi pulls you close to him kissing your forehead,” Sorry I upset you before. Old habits you know. See now I have to stay. Help you heal not like before. “ Hugging him tighter,” Glad to hear that daddy. Glad both of you finally shared a tender moment. Yes I saw both of you kiss just now. Wouldn't want to miss both of you share more than a kiss “

Tag list: @rhoorl,@laurfilijames @romanarose @musings-of-a-rose

[pardonmydelays]

> "most people who used to love lin in the past are his biggest haters now"

> "maybe pjo fandom is not as terrible as i thought"

two things! one: i actually did used to hate lin, but that was a short phase, and i realized i actually was upset at my younger self, and was just taking it out on people and things i associated with who i was at that time

two: that really made me think, so i have some comments actually! they’re not super insightful or conclusive, but: (if you don’t mind)

i think lin and rick riordan (the author of the pjo books) are actually pretty similar? they’re both goofy older dudes with usually much younger audiences (or at least that was true when i was a big-time hamilton fan, things might have changed), and they’re guys who have certainly made mistakes, but overall are good people (and incredible creative geniuses, but that’s a little more lin than rick tbh)

i definitely can be seriously critical of lin, i definitely think he’s corny as hell, and i definitely lightly make fun of him, but only to a point. if it starts looking a little too hostile, i remind everyone (and it’s almost always universally true) that all of us do actually love his work, and if any of us saw him in public we’d all want to ask for a photo and tell him how brilliant hamilton is, or how beautiful in the heights is, or several other wonderful things he’s done. we’re all very eager to see any creative work he’s involved in because we know it’s going to be awesome, so we really can’t complain about him that much

i am much more seriously critical of rick and things he has previously said than i am of lim (also, a lot of pjo fans call riordan "uncle rick", which is, let’s be honest, INCREDIBLY CORNY! like i do it sometimes but it’s GOOFY as HELL!)

i jokingly bully rick as well — i have sent messages about him that are like "dear lord i one day i am going to kick that old man’s ass", or more often just "RICHARD. COME ON." — but it also doesn’t get too mean. when i see comments that stray from genuine criticisms that also acknowledge he’s grown as a person or like a little friendly teasing of a guy we all admire and towards shitty comments about a stranger, i am always the first in line to defend that old man!

a while ago my older sister asked me why "gen z hates lin manuel miranda", and i explained that 1. he did some stuff that isn’t great but also really seems to have grown from that point (and also probably the smallest problem people have with him), 2. a lot of gen z went through hardcore hamilton phases and now resent their past selves (this is a major factor), and 3. being earnest is the internet’s biggest sin (the most likely culprit and also the saddest answer)

making fun of rick is very common in the pjo fandom, and at least some pjo fans bullying lin are doing it in the same way, so it’s supposed to be more "teenage cousins are gently ribbing that one goofy uncle" than actual hate? i know that there are a lot of people that are just genuinely being mean, but i hope you can find some solace that it isn’t quite as much as it looks like

okay this has been weird and maybe a little scattered, i’m blaming it on my adhd medication being way too low of a dosage lmao

but i’m sorry you & other lmm fans haters, (and i’m extra sorry because there’s a decent chance one of them was 15 year old me)

ok, wow. i don't even know how to answer that (anon, this is super long, WHY)...

so first of all, i am not a part of pjo fandom, this is important - i've said this before, i'm gonna say it again: i've never read the books, i started watching the show only because of lin, i know nothing about rick & all those inside jokes you guys have, but if making fun of him is normal in this fandom, that's totally fine. silly jokes & actual hate are not the same thing for me.

"they’re both goofy older dudes with usually much younger audiences" - that is not entirely true & it comes from someone in their late 20s (& i know a lot of people from this fandom who are waaaaay over 20). being goofy & corny, those are not real reasons to hate on somebody like that... actually, everything you said here, i already knew. people are ashamed of their hamilton phase - oh, we should definitely blame lin for that, he's literally the worst because he wrote a musical once & we were super cringe about it... did he make mistakes in the past? yes, we all do, nobody's perfect. i've heard about much more problematic celebrities & people don't even talk about them but for some reason they have to shit on lin all the fucking time. he's done more good than bad (i could write a super long essay for you but it's late & i don't even know why i'm writing all of this), that is the truth & this is where i stand.

now, we are not talking about "making fun of him", we are talking about actual hate, examples:

"lin-manuel miranda should die/we should kill him"

"i would also turn evil if lin was my father/i would kill myself if he was my father"

those are real comments i've seen about him & it all comes from pjo fandom. this is the reason why i said this fandom is terrible. like, are you guys aware that he actually has kids? go outside, touch some grass & leave him alone (i'm not talking about you anon, you're ok, i'm talking about real haters).

[fabulous109]

My Light- Embry Call fanfic

Part 1- How It Began

Emily belonged to the Cullen family, although in all regards she was hardly known by that family name. Her known last name isn't truly important, but what is important are the friendships she developed in Forks, WA.

As it happens, her friend group circled the same as Jacob Black because he was her "cousin" or "adopted sister of the summer" as they were fond of calling it. The Cullen family knew of the wolves and legends by meeting the Quileute tribe decades before, but their personal relationship with Billy Black stemmed when Carlisle came to him for Billy's help. Emily was five and they knew she was old enough to be around other kids who weren't vampires without telling the secrets of their kind. They couldn't trust many humans, if any, and knew that Emily's choice of mortality would be her own after becoming an adult. They wanted to protect her long enough to make that decision, and also show her what her life can be like without vampires. They preferred to show her that away from the chance of wolves, but beggars can't be choosers.

Billy had a boy Emily's age, along with two older girls to help mother her when Esme wasn't around. As for the school days, Emily was homeschooled and traveled with the vampires. She loved the adventures, but truly looked forward to summers on the rez. Often she begged to stay, however she knew it was senseless. Emmett adored her too much to not have his turn. Rosalie dragged him on their summer long anniversary trip to a new place every year. She hopes to go to every place on the planet one day. Is it bad he hoped they would not live that long or at least she would get tired of the idea after another random island without WiFi for his video games during the daylight or the African desert at midnight again? In truth he loved her to the ends of the Earth, literally, and it showed Emily what she should set the bar for in a man. If she didn't, he would. Which is why he hasn't personally spoke to Embry.

Thankfully the agreement was that the vampires would not move back unless wolves phased or Emily lived here permanently after high school, as well as not being able to contact any of the tribe to hide their identity and protect the humans.

Overall, the family loved her, yet only Carlisle and Esme were allowed to truly parent her since it would be easier to move back to Forks as siblings for the rest. Not to mention, they treated her as their little sister. She was the princess, but not stuck up. Quite cheeky and often can be manipulative only in good humor against her brothers- blame Rosalie. Fashionable but preferred T-shirts and vans- Alice loved and hated this, but the shopping sprees Emily willingly agreed to made up for that.  Those girls loved to shop! Alice and Jasper always lent a shoulder to cry on and she seemed able to talk to them more than anyone, maybe the calming methods the blonde vampire often used on her? As for Jasper- it's strange or fate that he didn't seem to mind being around her since she was a baby, and her blood didn't seem to burn his throat like all the other humans. Edward taught her piano, in turn she taught herself guitar and drums. He loved watching her grow as a person, even loved watching her obsession with music bloom over the years. When all else failed between them, they often disagreed especially once Bella was in the picture, they had music. It often cured their disagreements. As most would wonder with Edward, he tried to respect her mental privacy. Eventually he noticed she learned to flip a switch between when he could and couldn't read her mind. Same for Alice and Jasper, although she preferred Jasper calming the anxiety and depression she felt since a young kid. On the rez though it seemed to disappear. As for Emmett, let's just say he got in as much trouble as Emily if not more. He was her best friend, but couldn't compare to Embry. Simply because she could complain to Embry about them all because he knew nothing of them. Yet.

Her mom and dad weren't perfect, they didn't spoil her either, but honestly as much trouble she got into with Emmett, she had just as much fun and love with her parents. They were cool parents in the scheme of things, but they still kept her restricted in her life. She was never alone and part of that was the fact that her family were vampires and had many friends that would visit unannounced. She didn't get to do many things considered dangerous even with so many vampires protecting her. She did however travel the world because it was more of an education than formal school. Emily received homeschooling from mostly her siblings and their own interest. Not to mention the history and critical thinking she learned from the tales of their lives. To be considered a high school graduate, she was required by her parents to pass a test from the top high school in the USA. In other words - she was smart but she didn't necessarily have a choice with everything she experienced. She wouldn't have retained any of it if she hadn't been a visual learner. Thank goodness her siblings did a great job at trying to make her well rounded through education, including math and science. Emily hated that part preferring reading or history. Story telling in all forms was her specialty. Her life was above what most people dream of from the outside. She had wants and wishes still, most involving Embry, overall Emily was happy.

As for her real family- she didn't know who they were or why she was with the Cullens. She didn't particularly care either because if she somehow ended up with vampires, she definitely knew that her parents and their death would cause more heartache than closure.

As for the reservation, Emily was one of their own and Billy Black made sure of that when he agreed. He knew Emily was special from the first meeting. Unlike most she didn't exactly say hello. More like threw you into a hug as much as a five year old could. She could make you feel at home instantly and if she wasn't smiling or talking, something was wrong. She made friends quickly, but only kept a few close. Although he wouldn't have asked for reimbursement for her stay, the Cullens provided more than enough to his family and many other community resources in return for his kindness. But kindness was not the only reason, it was also in return for the promise of protection for Emily.

Ultimately this is the story of Emily and Embry. They fall in love, grow up together, and soon fall apart. They come back in the end but that vision isn't as rosy as they had planned as children. In truth, Emily will come to see that through the darkness comes Embry- the light.

[zozo-01]

"a shared name (and a little more than that)."

In honour of the fact that tattoos are hot as hell, I thought it be nice if we gave Sergi a little bit of angst. Gotta give my favourite werewoof some of my signature love on this blog!!!

The lovely Chelsea "Cherry" Roberts and tattoo design that started this fic belongs to talented @andr0leda and the amazing Sergi Stolyarchuk belongs to wonderful @barbwritesstuff!!!

[Also tagging @daveyistheloml because she is my number one Stan and I need to indoctrinate her to play the game, @gingerbreadmonsters , she too shall be indoctrinated and @ejunkiet who showed me this wonderful fandom to begin with!!!]

CW: Talks of survival guilt, Grief, Mentions of a major character passing, Fem! Alpha MC, Hopefully no fucked up formatting because we're posting this fic to AO3 ;--;

click here for the ao3 link!

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How does one deal with being a ghost of their past? 

It’s something Sergi has been struggling with since that night. The night when Alek died and he lost his arm and everything went to hell. Where he lost the one constant in his life, the man he could count on. 

(He gained another constant at that same moment.)

He looks back to the days when he and Alek were less scarred, literally and metaphorically, by the world that had shaped them. Despite the two men being cousins, many thought them to be brothers, and in some cases, they thought they were twins. Sergi would argue that if they were twins, he would be the more attractive one. Alek just rolled his eyes at the older man’s confidence, but he never argued otherwise.

The boys never blamed anyone for the innocent mistake. For cousins, they looked uncannily similar. Thinking about that just brought Sergi more dread. 

They say blood doesn’t define family, but in the case of the Stolyarchuk boys, it bonded them together. Their very beings were created from the same stardust, tying them together on this plane of existence. Where one goes, the other is close behind, ready to defend each other against every threat they face. From bar fights to asking Minjo out on that first date, Alek was ready to drag his idiot older cousin from trouble and Sergi was ready to fight for his baby cousin.

 That’s what brothers do. 

The night that Alek had become Alpha, the two had gone out to get tattoos commemorating the event. A big night meant a big celebration, and what bigger one was there than a matching tattoo, some booze and ample hope for what the future will bring? After carefully reviewing their options (really it was Alek stopping Sergi from choosing the first tattoo he saw), they decided to get the others' wolf form, starting from the chest and trailing down their arms.

A silent promise was made that night. That Aleksandr would lead his pack into a bright and prosperous future (and make his big brother proud), and that Sergi will always be Alek’s right-hand man no matter what (and to keep his baby brother safe).

Unbeknownst to Alek, Sergi had a special request for his tattoo. If you looked carefully at the fur of the wolf’s neck, you can see little words hidden among the lines. Мој мали брат. My little brother. No matter where Sergi had gone, he would carry his little brother with him. 

(It’s a shame, really, that Chelsea will never get the chance to. He wanted to share every part of him and now part of him was missing.)

He lost that connection when his arm was ripped from his body, when his little brother was ripped from his life. The only physical reminder that he had of Alek was staring right back at him in the mirror.

To call his death an adjustment period would be a disrespect to the impact Alek had on the pack’s lives. It’s been months since the Blackwell attack, and even longer since the crash, yet everyone still looks at Sergi like he’s him. That because they share the same name or look eerily similar, that he has all the right answers. 

He doesn’t. He will never be half the leader Alek was, but that didn’t change how the pack couldn’t separate the two.

It won’t change the fact that Alek’s name will follow his when Marco asks Sergi to join in on pack fun. Before, Sergi would drag Alek to relax with his family. Now there wasn’t a scowling Alpha begrudgingly following him.

It didn’t change the fact that he could see Minjo’s eyes glistening under the light, wiping her own tears before anyone could see them fall. He knew that in her mind’s eye, her husband was playing with their kids, as it should be. 

It didn’t change the fact that JiAn and Nikolas Jr. have called him father. The children’s eyes were blurry and for a blissful moment, they forgot that their father’s funeral was weeks ago. Sergi was more than willing to provide that respite from grief, even if it amplified his own. 

As children, Alek and Sergi were brimmed with pride that they were forever intertwined. As a man, Sergi so desperately wanted to separate from his brother, an action he knew would be impossible. Even his own heart had forgotten where he ended and Alek began. 

Or should he say “had begun,” considering there was no Alek left for his magic to be weaved with? His death had left a void in its wake, an ever-present feeling (or lack thereof) that just felt wrong. It was a void that his wolf, his magic, his very being was so desperate to fill.

There was no more Sergi and Alek. 

Just Sergi.

And that was the loneliest outcome of all. 

He looks back up at the mirror, Alek’s ghost staring right back at him. He deserves it. To be eternally haunted by the brother he could not save. To be constantly reminded of the beloved father, husband and Alpha that he let die. For once in his life, he wishes that he didn’t resemble Alek as much as he did. That he could go back to being Alek’s cousin, not brother. Maybe then it would be easier for him to look at his reflection. 

(It wouldn’t. His own image has forever been tainted by the dead.)

If he focused, really focused, he could still see his right arm attached to his body. He could see the full wolf art of his late brother. And he could still see the little writing within the fur of the neck. Мој мали брат. It's a cruel twist of fate that the immediate moment Alek had died, Sergi’s tattoo to honour his brother was forcibly removed too. Almost like he wasn’t worthy of that joyful memory between the two, tainted like every other memory that he held precious. He’d be inclined to believe that to be the case. 

Sergi wasn’t a man who usually shed tears, but in that bathroom, he clutched his head and as he cracked under the pressure of the weight of Alek’s memory. Was it so much for a man to want his brother back? Please? If there was a God out there, wouldn’t He be kind enough to grant this simple wish? (Sergi knew he should have prayed more when he was younger.)

There was a soft tap against the door and it dragged Sergi out of his pool of misery. (She was making it a habit to save him from drowning.) 

Shit, he thought that Chelsea was already asleep when he got up. Had he woken her up? Ruined her sleep because he couldn’t swallow down his pain as he should?

“Sergi, can I come in? Or are you gonna come out soon?” Her voice was uncharacteristically soft, not the usual Alpha voice she has started to use around the pack. But rather the love-filled tone that was reserved for him and him alone. Forgive him for being a little wolf-like, but knowing that only he was privy to her more carefree yet loving side did wonders for him.

He sighed, washing his face to get rid of his weakness. “Yeah, Cherry Baby, I’m coming out.” He placed his hand and took a deep breath, composing himself before he saw her. He didn’t need to dump more shit on her than she already carries. He opened the door, his dark brown eyes meeting her kind gaze. His wolf howled at the sense of peace she brought him.

safesafesafesafe

Ain’t this a pretty sight? Sergi Stolyarchuk howling because of a person he loves. The things Chelsea did to him were indescribable, not like he’s complaining. 

She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his collarbone. “Everything all right? You’ve been in there for a while and I heard some sniffling.” Of course, she heard him there. Forgetting the fact that she’s an Alpha, she’s also a wolf with better hearing than most of the damn planet.

He buried his face in her hair, trying to put together an excuse that’ll satisfy Chelsea’s need to take care of everyone (though she argues as Alpha that it’s her duty to), and make sure he wasn’t lying to her. Sergi repeatedly opened and closed his mouth, willing for some words to leave his mouth, knowing every silent moment made her more worried. He started to shake in her arms, trying to hold back the floodgate of emotions to pour out of him.

Before he could say anything, Chelsea rubbed her hands up and down his bare back. She maneuvered herself so that she could hold Sergi’s face in her hands and looked him in the eye. “If you don’t wanna talk now, that’s ok. But I am here for you, always and forever.”

‘Safe. Sergi.’ Her wolf cried out to him. ‘You’re safe with me and you won’t get hurt, not if I have anything to say about it. As your Alpha and as your lover, nothing will bring you pain while you’re in my arms, not for as long as I have a pulse and a heart hellbent on protecting you.’

Oh, the hold this woman has on him. He wouldn’t change it for the world.

He smiled and rested his forehead against hers, the single most devoted gesture that a wolf can do for their mate. (Mate, huh? He never thought he’d be the type to get a mate, but if it’s Chelsea then he’d choose her a hundred times over, in every lifetime.) “Thank you, Chesna. For everything you do for me,” he choked out through his tears.

She used both hands to cup his face, wiping his tears and bringing him closer for a kiss. Kissing Chelsea may be the greatest experience that there was ever to exist. Flying to the moon or winning a championship may produce incomparable euphoria, but there were multiple rings to win or space missions to be had. 

There was only one Chelsea Roberts to kiss. One Chelsea with her cherry lips and her rosy cheeks that flushed when she got embarrassed. One Chelsea and her authoritative smirk that he was madly obsessed with kissing off her face. One Chelsea who looked and held him like he was the most precious and beautiful star in the night sky, despite the scars and bruises that marred his body.

“Don’t be an idiot,” she said as she kissed the scar where his right eye should be. “Your scars are beautiful because it’s proof that you’re alive and here. That you survived through hell and came out with a smile.” She spent the rest of that night kissing and complimenting his body. It’s a night he reminisces about when he’s feeling his lowest.

There was one Chelsea Roberts and Sergi Stolyarchuk had the honour of calling her his. What a lucky bastard.

She pulled away from the forever-too-brief kiss, giggling at his pout when she didn’t lean in for another one. “All right there, loverboy. Let’s head back to bed” – she gently pushed him at his suggestive expression – “and get some sleep. Actual sleep.”

He laughed at her adorable and exasperated expression, letting her drag him back to their bed. His heart felt full knowing that he was able to share himself at his most vulnerable moment and that Chelsea could do the same. For two guarded people, any step taken with trust and love in mind made him giddy. 

The two wolves slid under the covers and faced each other. Chelsea smiled, thumbing the scar over his right eye and looked at him with all the love she could muster. It was a slow process, he is a stubborn bastard, but he was slowly accepting the fact that he was worthy of the look. She made him feel like he was worth a second look of adoration.

It was all too much for him, but the good kind. The kind of ‘too much’ that makes your heart sink because of how full your heart feels.

Choking on his utter love and devotion and admiration he has for her, he managed to tell her, “I love you, Chesna.”

Her eyes widened, and she stopped herself from denying his feelings for her. He hated that. That there was a part of Cherry that would always be shocked to hear that, like she hasn’t heard it before a thousand times. No matter, he’ll always be here to remind her how his magic sang for her.

With shy eyes and a beautiful smile, she repeated back to him, “I love you too.”

Both of their wolves howled in sync, overcome by the connection the two had for each other.

lovelovelovelove

Chelsea guided his head to lay on her chest, playing with his hair and singing a lullaby from when she was young. With every note the woman let out, Sergi fell deeper and deeper into a sleep.

Before he could fully enter the realm of dreams, a final thought crossed his mind like a shooting star.

The night he lost his constant in Alek, he gained another one through Chelsea. And whatever stardust created him, he was certain that she was from that same nebula, and that connection would bind them together for the rest of their time on this plane.

He never thought he could picture a future without his brother. He was certain that whatever dreams he had would revolve around him.

 He dreamt that night about a future with his lover. 

[ireallylovepuppies101]

Cat-Dad AU 4

Part 4!!!

Years go by. The boys grow up pretty happy. They become older cousins when Nora has Inky and Winky, and a few years later Oswald and Ortensia announce that they’re going to be parents. Everyone would be thrilled for them, and also blown away over how they have 420 baby bunnies. Safe to say Felix returns the favor of the two of them babysitting so often by helping them raise the bunnies with the boys.

Bendy and Boris get dubbed Big Brothers by the bunny kids, and they absolutely love all of them with all their hearts. They even know all the bunny kids by name and can tell them apart with how much they and Felix spend time with them.

As they grew up Bendy and Boris also went on a few adventures with Felix. Albeit the safer ones, because Felix isn’t about to take them on a trip he knows will leave them traumatized. This results in Bendy and Boris growing up learning a lot of different languages, and even having some friends they write to when they’re home.

Things go pretty okay for a while, but then they get, complicated, when Bendy’s roughly 16.

Ortensia gets sick. She tries to hide it from the kids to avoid scaring them, but Bendy at one point was spending time with her when she had a rather painful looking coughing fit and coughed out a black substance into her handkerchief, which alarmed Bendy quite a bit as he called out for Oswald and his Dad for help.

The circus crew make plans to leave and look into finding a cure for Ortensia when doctors have no idea how to help. Before leaving, Ortensia pulls Felix aside to talk to him privately. “You’re an amazing friend Felix, you’ve done so much for my family, and we grew to love you and your family as well. Oswald and I care so much about you… and I know how much you’ve held back for us because you care for us as well.”

Felix’s stomach drops, knowing what Ortensia is implying. He’d try apologizing to her but she stops him. “I don’t blame you Felix, Oswald is an amazing man. What matters is that you value our friendship and happiness more than your own feelings… Which is why I need you to promise me, that you make sure Oswald is as happy as he can be, and to watch over our family for me if things don’t go as we hope.”

Speechless as he processes what Ortensia is asking of him, Felix can’t help himself as he pulls Ortensia into a tight hug. “I promise, as long as you promise to do your best to come back to us.”

As they all bid each other goodbye, Boris asks Ortensia if she’ll be okay. The cat woman simply gives both Boris and Bendy forehead kisses and hugs both of them, saying that everything will be okay. Bendy notices she didn’t specifically say SHE’LL be okay, but doesn’t comment on it for Boris’ sake as the two hug their mother figure goodbye.

During the time the Circus crew are gone, Wilson leaves for work. Promising the boys and Felix he’d call often to tell them about what he’s been up to and catch up with all of them.

Bendy and Boris at the time fall into a bit of a routine. While their dad works, Bendy and Boris finish their home school work for the day, hang out around town or at the college (due to Wilson working there Bendy and Boris get special access, or sometimes work odd jobs helping other teachers there) and then go home to help Felix prepare dinner then spend family time together before bed. Though a certain girl shakes up that routine.

Holly May learns about Bendy and Boris coming to the college she’s attending to either work or spend time at the library, and knows all too well how they’re the sons of one of her favorite authors. So, one day, she tries to introduce herself to them in hopes of sparking a friendship.

It works, sorta. She was a bit overly bold with her introduction and caught Bendy and Boris so by surprise that she startled the two of them quite a bit, made them bump into the bookshelf they were checking out, and Bendy had to scramble to stop the bookshelves from toppling over like dominos. Still resulted in books falling all over the floor when Bendy caught the tipping shelf, and the librarian kicking them out. Safe to say Bendy didn’t like Holly at first thinking she was just trying to get something out of them because their dad is famous, though thankfully Boris would be more willing to accept her apology for the situation and ask her if she wants to come with them to get lunch.

They all over time become close enough where Holly gets invited to their house for dinner and meets Felix in person, Felix thinks Holly is a very sweet girl and is glad his boys made friends with her. Though he finds himself parenting her a bit when he sometimes supervises her and his boys studying and testing runes, patching her up when those tests get unexpectedly dangerous, and occasionally dropping off a bagged lunch for her when he swings by the college because he knows he would have forgotten to eat if he didn’t have baby/toddler Bendy around who would make it loud and clear that it was time to eat.

Her coming over for dinner would start becoming a regular thing, So Holly would be there when Bendy opens the door and sees his Dad on the phone. He’d be ready to greet him, until he gets a good look at his dad’s face.

Horror, and grief as tears stain the fur on Felix’s face.

When he notices the boys and Holly staring at him in concern, Felix quickly tells the person over the phone that he has to go, and wishes them a safe trip home before hanging up and turning to his kids.

With a heavy heart, he tells Bendy and Boris Mickey and the others are coming back, and that Ortensia is gone.

Boris would be devastated. Crying his heart out as Felix holds him tightly and tries to comfort his youngest son. Bendy would look like he’s in shock, trying his best to comfort Boris as well, while Holly keeps a hand firmly placed on his shoulder and rubs Boris’ back as he cries. Clearly no one would be in the mood to cook that night, so Holly offers to go pick up some dinner while the boys stay with their dad. Bendy insists on going with her since it’s getting dark out. Though worried about his oldest son, Felix lets him go and tells the two of them to be careful and hurry back.

The walk would be tense, and quiet. Holly would be trying to think of what to say, but she didn’t know Ortensia like the boys and Felix did. She’d keep trying to think of what she would have wanted to hear when her father passed, but before she can think of anything, seemingly out of nowhere, with his eyes glowing red, Bendy straight up punches a brick wall hard enough to leave a mark, and to cut up/bruise his fist on the rough material.

Holly would clearly see the tears wanting to spill from Bendy’s eyes, so instead of saying something, Holly stays quiet as she pulls Bendy into a tight hug. It doesn’t take long for her to feel her shirt getting wet with tears as Bendy trembles and hugs her back while muttering swear words through his muffled sobs.

When they get back with the food Felix doesn’t seem all that surprised to see Bendy’s bloody fist wrapped up in a handkerchief, instead he asks Holly to stay with Boris as he takes Bendy to the bathroom to wrap up his wound properly, and to comfort him in private.

And on that oh so happy note that totally didn’t make me cry while writing it, it’s time for the funfacts!

-One of the people Bendy and Boris are penpals with is a nice girl in china named Mulan. She and her family let them and their Dad stay at their home during their time in their country. She taught them how to play games she grew up with, how to make some of her favorite foods, taught them things about her culture, etc. The three of them had fun together and stayed in touch for many years.

-The reason the boys are homeschooled is because attending school didn’t really go well for Bendy. When he was younger Felix showed up because he forgot Bendy’s lunch at home, but found his son sitting in the corner during class reading while all the other kids were together. When he asked Bendy why he was sitting alone, Bendy responded “My Teacher says I’m not allowed to talk to the other kids.” Took every bit of willpower in Felix to put on a smile for Bendy to tell him to wait right there as he went to talk to the teacher and principal. Bendy isn’t at all phased as he hears a lot of commotion from his Dad’s “talk” in the hallway (he’s dealt with louder and crazier stuff thanks to growing up around a few zany family members). So instead of putting Bendy through that again, Felix decides to homeschool his sons. Frankly they learn more due to growing up around a college anyways.

-Holly appreciates Felix looking out for her. Heck he even reminds her of her own dad, which at one point she’d tell him that. Felix in return smiles and tells her that he bets her father would be really proud of the woman she’s becoming. That results in Holly tearing up and hugging Felix tightly as Felix hugs her back.

-Bendy and Boris’ outfits would be a bit different in this AU. Not sure how different yet, but I do imagine Boris wearing a bandana that Ortenisa made out of an old scarf she doesn’t wear anymore, and Bendy having a vest that used to be an old jacket of his Dad’s. It was made into a vest due to one of Felix’s adventures resulting in one or both of the sleeves getting ripped off.

-After Ortensia passed Bendy made pins that looked like her favorite flower in her memory. Boris wears his on the bandana Ortensia made for him, Felix keeps his safely inside Magic Bag so he doesn’t lose it due to his adventures, and Bendy wears his on the inside of his vest. Staring at it sometimes when he thinks about her.

[etherdwellers]

Misc. headcanons: Connor Roy ➜ Maternal line & 'parentification' content warning: discussion of mental health, abuse, suicide

Connor's mother was Julia, youngest child of Roger Martin, a telecommunications mogul based in Massachusetts. Today the Martins are a footnote in broadcasting history, but at the time Logan met Julia, theirs was a well-established company dating back to the 1910s. Logan and Julia's attraction was initially genuine but their relationship mostly made a kind of serendipitous business sense. The Martins provided broadcasting infrastructure and Logan intended to fill the airwaves.

Julia, never especially business-minded, regarded her family's wealth as a means to support her passion for the arts. She was a sheltered but mostly sweet and well-meaning socialite who delighted (at first) in permanently relocating to New York after marriage, because it meant she got to hang with the trendy artistic crowd, playing benefactor for poets and galleries.

Some of Julia's qualities that made her attractive to Logan—'flightiness', an offbeat charm and an ability to soldier through conversing with strangers no matter what—came from her loving upbringing, but also from what would be recognised today as ADHD. The traits which made her a social butterfly were just what an austere man like Logan needed to help him navigate America's old-money scene. (These are, of course, the same traits Logan dislikes in Connor, but the irony is lost on him.)

Julia was also prone to depression, exacerbated by Logan's treatment of her and her increasing isolation from her family. When Connor was ten years old and Julia in her early thirties, Julia experienced her first major depressive episode with psychotic symptoms, which eventually saw Logan having her institutionalised. Connor did not see his mother for a year.

When Julia was able to be released, the Martins seized the chance to assume responsibility for her care, arranging divorce from Logan and taking on the bulk of Connor's upbringing. Logan was happy with this arrangement, becoming increasingly consumed with work and, eventually, his second marriage. Between the ages of fourteen and sixteen, while Logan was remarrying and having Kendall, Connor had no contact with Logan at all. Subsequently, New York has never fully felt like home to Connor, but then, neither has Massachusetts.

Julia would spend the rest of her life in and out of care, with the mental health provision of the seventies and eighties leaving much to be desired. She experienced delusions of her doctors and relatives meaning her ill, and tended to trust only Connor a little more consistently. Though this time, he would assume the role of carer: bringing her food so she'd trust it enough to eat, sitting with her, helping her dress or reading to her. He also began retreating into an inner fantasy life and voracious reading, mechanisms he'd go on to use all his life.

Connor was in his mid-twenties when Julia died by what might have been a suicide, but was officially a prescription overdose. The Martins' company had long been sold off; today, they exist as a middling old-money dynasty with a comfortable investment portfolio. Just as he is with the Roys, Connor is not fully a Martin. He has a good relationship with some of his cousins and plays Fun Uncle to their kids, but older members of the family blame Connor in part for what happened to Julia, given that his existence served as a constant reminder of Logan and his cruelty. Still, the Martins are much likelier to take Connor up on the offer of visiting him than the Roys.

Connor's involvement with his half-siblings' upbringing was limited to family events and scooping them up where he could for breaks from the Roy household. He wasn't quite a fatherly figure but tends to assume that role with them to this day anyway, because playing the caregiver is what he knows. It's part of the reason he doesn't want children of his own: on a conscious level he believes it's because he doesn't want to risk passing down what his mother suffered from, but on a subconscious level it's because he's sort of "been there, done that" in regards to parenting through his mother and half-siblings.

[sims4storiesbygracepensora]

Story 5

Story 5: Industrial Penthouse, Arts Quarter, San Mushyno  Same day (Sat 2nd September) 7.01 pm

Leo: Dinner's ready!

Leo: Oh, you set up the table nicely? Are we celebrating something?

Kylie: I guess there's no point in waiting further... I'm pregnant!

Leo: Oh my God! Oh my God! (Takes kylie into his arms)

Kylie: Now, we'll start our own little family... You will help me to raise the kid, right? 50-50?

Leo: Yes of course? Are you afraid?

Kylie: Yeah, I have to admit... yes

Leo: (softly) Don't worry, I'll be right here with you, I'll give you and our little one only the best things...

Leo: Let us dig in before it gets cold...

(Leo puts one taco in each plate)

Kylie: Hmmm... that's yummy! I'd better appreciate food while I still can. Soon these morning sickness will hit hard!

Leo: When did you know?

Kylie: I'm two weeks late, I just did a test this morning. I wanted to be sure before telling you.

Leo: Woah... I don't know if I'll be able to finish the taco... I'm so happy I can't eat.

Kylie: There's something I would like to know... We've been married for more than a year now. And I can see you're a bit annoyed at your uncle, Brenden and your cousin. Hmm... I just don't understand, what happened between these two? And why did you not want to spend the summer holidays with them?

Leo: Pfff that's a long story... Do you really want to talk about that unpleasant topic.

Kylie: Yeah! I want to know... No! I need to know! I'm going to the mother of your child. I need to know why you're avoiding them! Are they supposed to be part of our lives?

Leo: I'm just so tired of all the drama, that's why I don't want to talk to them... Ok let me explain...You know my grandfather had three children right? My aunt Gwen , then my mom, Wendy and my uncle Brenden whose birth came a bit late, right... My grandfather was already 70 so he passed away when Brenden was only 3 I think...

Kylie: Ok

Leo: Then, when his mother passed away, my mom took him to live with her but you know that...

Kylie: yeah...

Leo: I was just a boy but Brenden and Danielle were dating when they were teenagers.

Kylie: They were?

Leo: Yeah! Brenden was a bit older, he was handsome and a lot of girls were trying to get their hands on him... So he left Danielle and started dating Kayla, his now ex-wife!

Kylie: Oh! But now they're back together....

Leo: Yeah, Brenden left Brindleton Bay, where we were living at that time to get in the military. He always wanted to start a family early, he did so with Kayla...

Leo: Brenden and Kelly were two buddies at that time, always doing pranks around, playing football together...

(Kelly is the nephew of Wendy, the son of Gwen)

Leo: When Brenden left town, Kelly came to stay at our place in Brindleton Bay for some time. That's when he met Dianelle. And according to what he told me, Danielle had his heart broken by how Brenden left her and went to Kayla.

Kylie: So he comforted her...

Leo: Exactly! Eventually they fell in love. When Brenden learnt about that he flew into a rage. There's was a huge fight. It was the day before Brenden was getting married. Kelly was supposed to be his best man. From what I understood, Brenden still had feelings for her. Kelly knew that but still continued to date Danielle. That was the end of their friendship...

Kylie: That's sad!

Leo: Yeah... They would not see each other. My mom had to invite them separately for each holiday. And you know my mom! She was whining and whingeing about how much she wanted her whole family to be reunited...

Kylie: She's not getting that now.

Leo: I think she came to peace with what happened. She blamed Danielle for some time, Kelly as well, but she's ok now.

Kylie: How did they get back together? I mean Brenden and Danielle?

Leo: Well, Kelly acted like a prick. He had an affair for a year.

Kylie: No way!

Leo: Now you know the rest of the story...eventually Danielle divorced Kelly.

Kylie: There's something else I don't get... Why did Danielle get back with Brenden. Has she forgiven him?

Leo: According to Mom, the reasons Brenden broke up with Dianelle in the first place was due to Kayla's lies. She succeeded in convincing Brenden that Danielle had no intention of settling down and is just interested in becoming a violinist. Brenden can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, when he's angry.

Leo: The reason I stopped talking to both Brenden and Kelly was because they were always calling me to know how the other was doing. Like Brenden would call me to know if Kelly had a bigger appartment when I would visit him. Or Kelly would call to know if Brenden got that promotion he was expecting. There always was some kind of rivalry between these two and now I am so tired of that.

Leo: I'm tired of Kelly calling just to know if I knew that they got back together...

Kylie: I see now...

[baronessblixen]

Honestly? The more I read about CC-- in his own words-- I think he's just an incredibly... clueless? guy. The words his picks he interprets one way, which is very separate from how the rest of functioning human society uses it. XDDDD Thinking platonic is a good descriptor, that the mystery of their relationship is not the chemistry so much as the restraint and the "will they won't they", and that a lot of the way he approaches political points or conspiracy doesn't really track to the world anymore (like Gillian stated, the material needed to be "updated.")

It's probably why GA doesn't seem to be mad at him anymore (and even credited him a little in a recent-ish interview); and why he has such loyalty from his long-time team. It's... how do I describe it? He's like a befuddled little woodland turtle that sticks his head out of the woods of his own mind every few months (I believe Glen Morgan jokingly said he lived like a troll in his mountain for most of the Revival, poppin in every two months) to find the world rapidly changed and not realizing he no longer fits what it has become; ex. calling Mulder and Scully platonic because, to him, it encompasses their loyal friendship separate from their relationship.

Where I think he goes wrong is his blame of the fans-- when someone tries to correct or clarify his contradictions, he feels threatened and doubles down. I can get it to an extent (writing my own material and then feeling like someone else is saying they "know it better" and wanting to dictate its outcome); but it's not good PR and it's not loyal to the fans who love and are passionate about his work all these years, taking the show with them in their every day lives while he moves on to the next thing.

Sorry for the long wall of text! Most of these thoughts are still being sorted; but it's been something I've been mulling over and not yet clarified. CC doesn't strike me as malicious; he doesn't even strike me as a intentioned hoodwinker. He just strikes me as the older brother/cousin who teases his younger siblings too roughly and is surprised that 1. He'd hurt their feelings and 2. They ran to the parents to tell on him. Does that make sense? Am I being too charitiable?

I think you might be a bit too charitable 😁 I wouldn't call him malicious either. I don't think he's clueless. He didn't want any romance between Mulder and Scully and he has said so several times.

Part of me understands when he says they were platonic. Their relationship is built on trust, loyalty and friendship. The show didn't start out with the thought of them getting together. That just happened (partly because of the way David and Gillian played them).

And I agree that him blaming the fans and our "demand" for romance between Mulder and Scully "destroyed" the show. Didn't he once say IWTB tanked because Mulder and Scully were a couple in the movie?

CC sees the show in this one (his own) way. In a recent interview the podcaster said something like how Mulder was groundbreaking in a similar way to Scully cause here we have this man who shows emotions! who cries! And that's *good*. CC was like, he doesn't see Mulder in that way. So that was interesting to me too.

[wizisbored]

Please I will need so much of baby Lydia in the wing au. Especially with her parents. Oh, what were their reactions to finding out she has wings and a horn? Did they only figure it out after she was born or did the ultrasound’s actually show the wings and horns.

Also what about repercussions of a human being born with wings and horns? Would people try to take Lydia away for tests, would she still go to public school? Imagine the gaining over/bullying. Man the amount of childhood trauma

since im leaning more to the classic fantasy setting now, i cant really use the ultrasound concept anymore, unless i bullshit up a magic equivalent. but i think i like the idea more of it being a complete suprise when shes born with her little chicken wings and shit just hits the fan right then.

gonna take this as an oppurtunity to explain the whole family scandal thing i mentioned. emily immediately declared that she loves her child no matter what, and charles stood by her on that, but the extended family were not so enthusiastic. her paternal grandparents... tolerate her. they refuse to comment on where they think her infernal blood came from, but it's clear they have Opinions. charles and emily made an agreement when lydia was quite young that she wold never be alone with them, just in case. emily's parents, though, make no effort to disguise their feelings. they immediately declare that charles must be the one with infernal blood, since they already have a grandson who is 'normal', and tell emily to leave him and 'his hellspawn'. emily no longer talks to her parents, and lydia has no memory of them. the closest thing she ever had to contact with them was when she was somewhere in the range of 7-9, when her older cousin, the aforementioned 'normal' grandson, took it upon himself to relay all the horrible things granny and grandad say about her. his parents backed him up when charles and emily confronted them, so they got cut off too. part of charles relocating for a 'fresh start' after emilys death was to take lydia further away from her mothers side of the family, as he'd been hearing through the grapevine that emilys parents were attempting to blame lydia for the death somehow.

to go deeper into charles and emily, though: emily thinks lydia is just wonderful, and is enraged that anyone would think she's inherrently evil. how could you be mad at a baby for having silly-looking scraggly little chicken wings? she never really believed in the inherrent rightousness of deitys, and so she has no ill will towards fallen angels, but even if she did lydia being descended from them says nothing about her. after all, for her to be an infernal child means either emily or charles has infernal blood, and she loves charles and she loves herself so blood cant be all that important, can it?

charles has more or less the same beliefs, but he worries a lot about lydia. hes constantly afraid for her safety, and emilys given what people will think of her for birthing an infernal child. sometimes this manifests in him being a little strict, not wanting lydia to play too rough or fly too much in public, not wanting her to draw attention to herself or make people think any worse of her than they do already. this is only made worse after emily died, with what her family are saying and a new town to make an impression on, but obviously wanting lydia to be on her best behaviour while shes grieving doesnt go over too well.

lydia wouldnt be taken for testing, since while infernal children arent massively common they arent unexplained. there are, however, people who think infernal children should be locked away. luckily, being born to parents of a decent social standing, lydia was more or less safe from that sort of thing. she was homeschooled by tutors, but she still had interactions with other children. some were still innocent enough to just be curious, some had already been taught to hate or fear her. shes had friendly kids bullied into abandoning her, been chased and wrestled just so kids could show off by 'beating the demon', had stones thrown at her. the works.