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fellowstrangetownappreciator · 3 years

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Playing Favorites (part 2)

Here we go again! Another 4 TS2 premades that really strange my town! (I’ll see myself out.) Anyway, I have to preface this with saying that so far I’ve only played the 3 base game hoods and although I really enjoy PV and VV, I added them to Strangetown just recently, so I’m still getting acquainted with their casts. That’s why my Playing Favorites posts are so dominated with desert-dwellers - but I definitely plan on including more non-ST Sims once I got to play with them more!

And I also low-key love everybody in Strangetown.

TOP 15 TS2 Premades (according to my personal tastes somewhere in May 2021) (not in any particular order) (and I can’t guarantee I stop at 15 either)

Tank Grunt (Strangetown)

Yes, I am one of them. I am a Tank Grunt apologist. Brace yourself!

Similarly to the Pleasant twins, I view Tank as a victim of his father (Buzz Grunt, the esteemed Strangetown's Worst Parent Award nominee). Of course, that's not to say he's innocent. He is absolutely guilty of bullying Ripp and Johnny and equally guilty of being a bigot. And, most importantly, totally guilty of casually wearing camo face-paint. (that he canonically gets tatooed on his face down the line, which is... its own kind of tragic.)

But that is exactly why I like him so much!

Let me elaborate.

Tank is a very multilayered character, albeit a bit cliché. He is very artistic a eager to always do his best, whether that is in school or home where he competes for his father's affection and approval. Buzz provides both of that but it always feels conditioned – if Tank was to stop getting A+, stop parroting his opinions, stop working out, stop following in his footsteps, would that go away? Even though the answer depends on your interpretation of Buzz and his levels of horrible, Tank definitely thinks so. Just take a look on how his father treats Ripp!

I read Tank as somebody who believes firmly in order and good but has a very twisted understanding of both given his militaristic and hyper-masculine upbringing. He has an enormous potential for character growth. Can he gain (psychological) independence of his father? Can he follow his dreams and become a dancer? Can he free himself of his father’s biases now that he’s out on his own? Can he mend his relationship with Ripp and Buck? (...or maybe even Johnny?) It makes him so fun to play.

Also, I think that it was indeed very cowardly of the developers not to set his gender preference as gay.

Conclusion: Tank is fun! (Although he would probably resent me for saying that.)

Dina Caliente (Str- wait, Pleasantview)

Finally someone who doesn't live in the desert! Both Nina and Dina are such interesting characters, with their connection to Bella’s disappearance, their alien bloodline and their opposing personalities and ambitions.

I feel like the sisters are often getting unjustly demonized. (or mixed up together, I’m looking at you, TS3 and TS4) They’re young, very attractive and in unconventional relationships, thus often labeled as predatory. They’re not.

Dina is a very nice Sim, with Nice points above the average and many Playful points and she tends to roll wants to start a family by the start of the game, although she is not a Family Sim. She’s actually a Fortune Sim, smart and business-oriented. She’s a widow who wants to remarry and has her sights set on the husband of her missing former sister-in-law.

I know that doesn’t make her sound that nice but there is nuance. First of all, the man in question is Mortimer Goth, well in his twilight years, a father of two, simply an adult. He is not a hapless trophy, the decision to start an affair with Dina not long after his first wife got pronounced missing, is his own. He knows he won’t be here for long and doesn’t want to die alone, he wants someone who can make him feel young again and loved once more. Dina, on the other hand, pursues a shotgun wedding to take an advantage of the Goth fortune that will kickstart her business ventures but she is ready to provide what Mortimer needs. She canonically loves him. (proven by the love flag in her relationship panel)

In my personal gameplay, I had Don take Dina on a date before their marriages to their respective Goths, and Dina kept rolling wants to flirt with Mortimer instead. Later down the line she also helped out the Brokes financially, and after her close friend Brandi died young in childbirth, she took in her youngest children, so that her oldest son Dustin could go to college and not worry what’s gonna become of his younger siblings in his custody while he’s gone. I figured it made sense because of Dina’s Nice points, her relationship with Brandi and her now being partially in charge of so much money it isn’t even funny.

In conclusion: I support and condone Dina! Even if it’s somehow implied that she and her sister might’ve just staged her rival’s alien abduction.

Circe Beaker (Strangetown)

Circe is yet another... unwholesome character on my list. She canonically tortures people, namely Nervous Subject, and her bio eludes to there being more in the past or the future. She's cunning, ambitious and very mean.

But she is also very fun to play! Her aspiration being Fortune (not Knowledge) puts an interesting spin on the whole evil scientist routine. She doesn't do it for the love of discovery like the Curiouses and she doesn't care about credit as her husband does. She's out for power and she may as well get it.

Her rather extreme personality would lead one to think she has to be rather disliked around the town but her default relationship panel says otherwise. She doesn't have any close friendships except her husband, though. That makes me think she is superficially charming and tends to act diplomatic to obtain people's loyalty without necessarily caring about any of them. It makes playing her unique from most other Sims.

She is also canonically bisexual! I personally have a deep appreciation for each and every Sim that Maxis sneakily preset to be LGBTQ+. I may not seem like a big deal now but it is.

Conclusion: "She could gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss me any day.” - half of Strangetown’s population

Lazlo Curious (Strangetown)

Lazlo is a ray of sunshine in the Curious household! A very sloppy ray that makes messes wherever it goes, true, but sunshine nonetheless.

I’m very fond of Lazlo because he’s the type of person that looks like he can barely count to five with his easy-going and messy nature but is in fact very clever and, by some measures, the most competent Curious brother, since he is the youngest and it seems like he’s fresh out of college, yet holds a higher career position than his older brothers. “A smart person that doesn’t necessarily seem smart on the first glance” is a trope I have a big soft spot for. (...and it shows)

In my current gameplay, Lazlo wanted to resurrect Vidcund (who died in childbirth), so he switched from Science to Paranormal to swipe a Resurrect-O-Nomitron and, like the madlad he is, succeeded before their round was over (in a span of few days). It was a combination of dumb luck and him having a compatible degree that gave him a hefty bonus but it still made me realize Lazlo could achieve whatever he sets his sights on.

Luckily, his sights are generally set on pizza and video games.

(relatable)

Anyway, I find Lazlo somehow cute, most probably for his constant and very unfruitful attempts to make Vidcund laugh, and in general, how friendly and easy to get along with he is. While he doesn’t have that many Nice points (5, which is a pretty average number), combined with his playfulness he usually tends to act very amicable.

In conclusion: I simp for Knowledge Sims and it shows.

Ok, I’ll be back with another 4 when my horrible procrastinating gruel of a brain feels like it. See ya!

#the sims 2 #ts2 #premades #simbrl #the sims #lazlo curious #circe beaker #dina caliente #tank grunt #strangetown #pleasantview

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mytwilightimagines13 · 3 years

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Amnesia (Book Two)(Part Four)(Alec Volturi

Mission

“Well done, Maeryn.” Jane said. Maeryn turned away from the pile of ashes. A pile of ashes that had been a female vampire daring to try and court with Alec. Alec smiled proudly. “Yeah, she had quite a talent.” He said before gently pecking Maeryn’s lips. Maeryn, who had still be slightly angered by the scenario that had just unfolded in front of her, calmed down almost immediately. She smiled at Alec before turning to Jane. “Only because I have amazing tutors.” “And a temper.” Came the jokingly voice of Felix who, along with Demetri, had just walked around the corner where they found the three vampire’s and the pile of ash. “Is that Mariah?” Demetri asked, slightly amused. “Yeah.” Alec said, wrapping his arm around Maeryn’s waist and pulling her close to his side. “I am sure Master Aro won’t mind it that much, she was only a maid after all. However, we do need to tell him.” Jane said, still slightly excited by what had just happened, and made her way towards the throne room. Maeryn but her lip before nodding her head and soon followed after Jane with Alec’s arm still around her waist. Felix and Demetri followed close by, not wanting to miss their Masters reactions. Once they entered the throne room, another female maid had surpassed them into telling Master Aro. Maeryn recognised her as the best friend of Mariah, Jasmine. Aro let go of Jasmine’s hand. “Thank you child. Dear ones! It is good to see you. I believe we have something to discuss, isn’t that right Maeryn?” Aro asked Maeryn, smiling gently at her. “Yes master.” Was all Maeryn said before she offered her hand for Aro to take. Caius and Marcus where watching them, Marcus with his usual bored expression while Caius seemed quite interested to see what Maeryn might have done. Aro took Maeryn’s hand and concentrated. Maeryn was slightly nervous, seeing as she let her emotions fire up and let them lead her instead of her mind. Aro let go of her hand and stroked her cheek gently. “You have nothing to be sorry about, dear one. You won’t be punished. It was only a natural reaction, seeing as he is your mate and you are still a newborn.” He said before sitting back down on his throne. Jasmine was furious. “So she just gets away with that?” she asked angrily. Maeryn glared at the maid and Felix and Demetri already moved forward while Jane and Alec got ready to attack the maid and calm Maeryn down if needed. Aro moved his hands together in front of his chest. “She is a newborn and as you also should know, she right now is led by her emotions more than her mind.” Aro explained. Jasmine glared even fiercer at Maeryn and Jane was ready to cause this girl pain, but Alec held her back slightly signalling for his sister to wait. “She killed her! Without a real reason!” Jasmine shouted. Maeryn hissed. “Want to lay next to her in your own pile of ash?” she hissed calmly. Threatening Maeryn, fine. Threatening her masters and you where practically done for. Jasmine shut her mouth quickly. Caius smirked at the way the newborn was already behaving and Aro sighed sadly. “Demetri, Felix, please escort our dear Jasmine to the dungeons until she has calmed down and realise how to act in front of her superiors.” Aro said. Jasmine’s expression turned from angry to horrified. “And please, hurry back up. I have a new mission for the five of you.” Aro said. Demetri and Felix bowed their heads before dragging a struggling and hissing Jasmine away. But Maeryn had barely noticed that. Aro had said he had a new mission for the five of them, meaning Maeryn was finally going on a mission! Felix and Demetri shortly returned and the five vampires stood in front of their masters. “Dear ones, it has come to our attention that a newborn army has been created by a vampire named Victoria in Seattle, Washington and they cause quite a lot of trouble for our kind. Please go and take a look on what the problem might be. I trust you all to know how to handle this situation perfectly.” Aro said giving a knowingly look to the five vampire’s in front of him. “Yes master.” The five vampire’s said and

they all bowed before leaving the throne room and made their way towards the small airport that held their private jets. The flight had been quite boring. All the five vampires did was read, or in Demetri and Felix’s case, playing a card game. Once they had landed in Seattle, the five vampires went out to hunt, making sure to keep a good eye on Maeryn. Maeryn could control herself a lot better already, she could even participate in the feeding in the throne room and she could wait for her masters to take their first pick, that all was no problem to her anymore. No. Her problem was the minute blood hit her tongue. When that would happen, Maeryn would get in some sort of Frenzy and keep on killing until no blood is near her. Most of the Volturi let her have more than they do, knowing how hard the first year of being a vampire is. Maeryn drained a few strippers on their smoke break, not really enjoying the bitter taste of the nicotine on their blood, but it was sweet enough to satisfy her and her burning throat. Alec watched her from a short distance and saw Maeryn becoming herself again. He slowly walked to her, not daring to scare her. Maeryn watched him and didn’t move until her gently wiped away some blood from her mouth and licking it off. Maeryn bit her lip before pulling him close and kissing him, tasting the blood from the man he had just drained still in his mouth, making her moan softly. Alec smirked and pushed her against a wall, tasting the blood from the strippers on her lips and sucking it off gently. “Ahem.” Came the amused voice of Jane. Maeryn pulled away, slightly ashamed but Alec growled in frustration. “We have a mission to fulfil, dear brother and sister.” Jane said. “My apologies Jane.” Alec said before pulling away, taking Maeryn’s hand into his. Demetri and Felix chuckled amused. Jane turned around and looked at Demetri. Demetri nodded his head and turned into a tracker. Demetri caught Victoria's scent outside the city and in the forest without trouble and then loped after it quickly while Felix, Jane. Alec and Maeryn trailed closely behind him. The five vampire’s continued their journey through the forest, their dark cloaks waving behind them kept on running, with Demetri running in front of the others, leading them to their destination. The five vampires only had to run for about 25 minutes or so before Demetri slow down. They must have been getting close. Less than half a mile away was a large gap in the trees, an open field that covered several acres. Near the centre of the space, closer to the trees on its east side, was what looked like an oversized gingerbread house. Painted bright pink, green, and white, it was elaborate to the point of ridiculousness, with fancy trim and finials on every conceivable edge. Maeryn laughed softly, her laugh sounded like chimes in the wind. Alec loved her laugh and looked at his mate, smiling gently. “What is funny, amore mio?” he asked. “The ridiculous look of this house. Quite an ironic place for a vampire to reside in.” Maeryn explained. Jane smiled slightly, not really wanting to give up her serious state she always seemed to get into once on a mission. No vampire was seen, but a strange noise could be heard from inside the ridiculous looking house. Strange little brushing, ticking sounds. At first Maeryn didn't recognize what the sound was that she was hearing, but then Alec twitched another little smile, leaning in gently and placing a soft kiss on Maeryn’s lips, making an almost similar sound that could be heard from inside the small house. Kissing didn't sound the same with vampires as it did with humans. No soft, fleshy, liquid-filed cells to squish against each other. Just stone lips, no give. It was so far from what Maeryn expected to find here. Maeryn had expected Victoria to be surrounded by her newborn army, to protect her. But no newborn was insight. The five vampires, almost seemed like shadows in their cloaks only being brightened by the moonlight crossing the open field to the house. They had entered the clearing from the west. The five

vampires skimmed across the long grass in absolute silence and pure grace. The had changed their positions. Jane had taken Demetri’s place in front of the other vampires and they made a perfect diamond formation that never was the slightest bit out of line no matter how the terrain changed under their feet. They moved directly toward the house, and started silently up the steps toward the front door. Maeryn felt slightly nervous. After all, this was her first mission. Alec, who had been holding her hand this whole time, gently squeezed it. Maeryn squeezed his hand, reassuring him she was alright. The five vampires let themselves in silently, but the other two vampires in the house had heard them already and where crouched down, ready to attack whoever dared to disturb them. "Don't bother," Jane commanded lazily in a very clear, monotone voice. Maeryn had never heard Jane speaking like this and was quite surprised, but she never showed. However, she understood Jane’s tone. She was down to business, as these vampires could possibly destroy the Cullen clan and their precious little Bella. God, even thinking about her made Maeryn angry as this Bella dared to defy her mate’s and his sister’s powerful gifts. Maeryn hoped that with all the training she had done the past few weeks, she could break through Bella’s shield. "I think you know who we are, so you must know that there is no point in trying to surprise us. Or hide from us. Or fight us. Or run." Jane continued and Maeryn paid attention once more. Victoria and the other vampire still didn’t relax and remained in their ready-to-attack position. Felix let out a deep, masculine chuckle that echoed menacingly through the house. "Relax," instructed Jane. "We're not here to destroy you. Yet." There was a moment of silence, and then some barely audible movements. A shifting of positions as Victoria and the male vampire finally let go of their crouched position. "If you are not here to kill us, then... what?" Victoria asked, strained and shrill. Maeryn watched her family and their expressions. Jane and Alec seemed to enjoy the fear this female vampire had for them, and so did Felix and Demetri. They loved the impact they had on other vampires and Maeryn understood, as she felt the same. Powerful, feared. "We seek to know your intentions here. Specifically, if they involve... a certain local clan," Jane explained. "We wonder if they have anything to do with the mayhem you've created here. Illegally created." "Yes," Victoria hissed. "My plans are all about them. But we can't move yet. It's tricky." A petulant note crept into her voice at the end. "Trust me, we know the difficulties better than you. It is remarkable that you've managed to keep off the radar, so to speak, for this long. Tel me" - a hint of interest colored the monotone voice of Jane - "how are you doing it?" Victoria creator hesitated, and then spoke al in a rush. Almost as if there had been some silent intimidation. Maeryn looked at Felix and saw he was slightly cracking his knuckles, staring at Victoria, demanding answers. "I haven't made the decision," Victoria spit out. Then she added more slowly, unwillingly, "To attack. I've never decided to do anything with them." "Rough, but effective," Jane said. "Unfortunately, your period of deliberation has come to a close. You must decide - now - what you will do with your little army." Both Victoria's and the male vampire’s eyes widened at that word. Judging by the looks on their faces, it hadn’t been their plan to attack already, but it surely was necessary seeing the damage the newborns had already caused. "Otherwise, it will be our duty to punish you as the law demands. This reprieve, however short, troubles me. It is not our way. I suggest you give us what assurances you can... quickly." Jane continued. Maeryn was quite intrigued by the way Jane acted. She was truly a leader and she knew how to bring fear into her enemies. "We'll go at once!" the male vampire volunteered anxiously, and there was a sharp hiss coming from Victoria. "We'll go as soon as

possible," Victoria amended furiously. "There is much to do. I assume you wish us to succeed? Then I must have a little time to get them trained - instructed - fed!" Maeryn glared at Victoria, feeling her hands itch to use her gift on this vampire who dared to be rude to them, to the Volturi, but Alec, feeling her emotions getting up due to her still being a newborn, grabbed her hand once more and squeezed it to calm her down and without any of the other vampires noticing, seeing as they all had been too preoccupied by the scene that was slowly evolving in the small, ridiculous looking gingerbread house. There was a short pause while Jane looked outside the small window, looking directly at the moon before turning her head back, looking at the two vampires in front of her with her piercing, crimson eyes. "Five days. We will come for you then. And there is no rock you can hide under or speed at which you can flee that will save you. If you have not made your attack by the time we come, you will burn." Jane said. This was said with no menace other than an absolute certainty. "And if I have made my attack?" Victoria asked, clearly shaken by Jane’s verdict. "We'll see," Jane answered in a brighter tone than she'd used yet. "I suppose that all depends on how successful you are. Work hard to please us." The last command was given in a flat, hard pitch that made Maeryn feel a strange chill in the centre of her body, but mostly excitement. She felt excited at the thought she may help kill these vampires who dare be disrespectful towards them. "Yes," Victoria snarled. "Yes," the male vampire said, his voice echoed in a whisper. Jane smiled satisfied and a second later the cloaked vampires were noiselessly exiting the house. Making their way to a fancy hotel where they would reside for the remaining days to spare until the big battle. Maeryn felt very excited and hoped the newborn army would at least be able to end Edward and Bella. Maeryn and Alec walked towards their room, having had slightly enough excitement for today. Maeryn made her way towards the bathroom and took a long shower, setting the temperature quite low. Maybe too low for a humans liking, but for Maeryn and her skin feeling as cold as a corpse, this temperature was just perfect. It warmed her cold body up slightly. After a while, Maeryn turned off the shower, dried herself off, pulled on a simple and comfortable yet style full dress, brushed her hair and entered the bedroom finding Alec reading a book. He had removed his cloak and shoes and had changed into more comfortable clothing: a black t-shirt, showing his muscular arms and a simple pair of dark blue jeans. Alec looked up from his book and smiled at his mate. “You look beautiful, amore mio.” Maeryn smiled and walked to his side of the bed before leaning down and gently kissing his lips. Alec smiled and placed his hand on the back of her neck, gently keeping her face in place while kissing her lovingly. The kiss didn’t last very long and soon Maeryn was lying next to him, reading a book while her head rested on his chest and his arm was gently wrapped around her shoulders. And so, the couple read the whole night. Just enjoying each other’s company.

#alec volturi #volturi #volturi imagine #vampire #twilight imagine #twilight

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mumufic · 3 years

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Alternate Chapter 101

Here's the alternate version of Chapter 101 - A Summer Interlude - The Story of Us of The Three Sisters.

TW: incest and gore

Narcissa had expected Orion to fly into a rage when she told him how and where she had hidden the artifact Bellatrix had given her. Bella had told her to hide it in the depths of her soul. She could have used a Fidelius Charm, she remembered thinking, and that was exactly what Orion told her when she disclosed how she had hidden it.

Orion had looked at her coldly, his face spattered in Lucius’ blood, his hands tinged red in Bellatrix’s. “You are not desecrating your sister’s body to draw a summoning circle. But perhaps…”

She did not get to find out what it was that her uncle wanted for her to do, as Mr Potter had suddenly bolted upright, his face seeming to go grey for a moment as his eyes rolled up inward, as if he were communing with some unseen spirit that Narcissa could not feel, before he was tugging Orion away. They needed to get somewhere, it seemed, and they needed to leave that very moment. Orion left her trapped in Grimmauld Place with her sister’s bloody, broken body in the hallway. She was not to touch Bellatrix, she was told, even though, like every other Black, Narcissa had been taught how to prepare a body of one of their dead for burial.

She had been terrified of what her uncle would do when he left with Mr Potter in tow. The hallway was completely destroyed. Blood and the sticky feel of rage and murder seeped into the wood and the wallpaper. She could smell the iron tang of it, taste it in the air. It was everywhere.

Slowly, she pulled herself up from the sofa in which her uncle had shoved her into when he interrogated her about the artifact. He’d said nothing either about what it was, just that he needed it. Narcissa hadn’t been entirely remiss in her magical education, even though she was hardly the model student that Bellatrix had been.

It had been one of the reasons why everyone in their family had constantly made fun of her all the way until her majority. Narcissa, the Changeling, Patriarch Arcturus had told her once, when she was fifteen and her father wanted to wed her to Sirius, who had been eleven. Her Aunt Walburga had been in favor, but Orion had flown into a rage then, telling his father in no uncertain terms that they would not be sacrificing his son’s future and happiness for the sake of keeping the magic in the family, when he had already sacrificed his own. There had been no further talk of her and Sirius thereafter, although many of her aunts and uncles surmised it had been because Narcissa was an inadequate bride for the heir to the main line. Her father did little justice in redeeming her name, as he was more interested in the galleons such a wedding would have netted their side of the family, galleons that would have gone into his service to the Dark Lord. She had grown up with everyone in their family thinking that she was no Black, that she did not have Bellatrix’s aptitude for Dark curses, or Andromeda’s finesse for magic.

No one knew that Narcissa had inherited one of the rarest magical skills a Black had ever known and it was this that Narcissa had used to hide the artifact her sister had entrusted her.

Summoning circles were something that her aunts Cassiopeia and Lucretia had dabbled into many a time during the summer solstice. The first time Narcissa had seen one had been when she was still a small child, and her Aunt Cassiopeia had demanded her mother and her Aunt Walburga to go with her to the standing stones in Wiltshire during the winter solstice. She could no longer remember the reasoning Cassiopeia had made for gathering a coven to power her summoning, but it had been the one successful summoning that her aunt had ever done, considering Cassiopeia had been obsessed with marrying a demon and had spent nearly the entirety of her youth in honing and perfecting her summoning skills. Bellatrix had already been at Hogwarts then and too preoccupied with the friends she had made in school to want to return home for the winter break, and Andromeda had been, as usual, roped in to care for Sirius and Regulus, but Narcissa had clung to her mother’s robes and demanded not to be left with her younger cousins because Sirius was a horrid child who had constantly badgered her and Andromeda and his little brother for the four of them to sneak out of 12 Grimmauld Place to find out what the muggles outside were playing with, and when he didn’t get his way, his wild magic would Conjure up strange things that he would hear the muggles played with, like a ball in the shape of a human foot that he and Regulus lobbed at each other until Andromeda came and dispelled the disgusting toy away.

Narcissa had watched the three women as they gathered storm clouds around the circle of massive standing stones of the Stonehenge, and when lightning struck the the center of the summoning circle, a portal to an otherworldly dimension had opened up. Narcissa remembered the creature that emerged only in her darkest nightmares since. It had been a creature of darkness and light, a being of pure malevolence and absolute good, an angel and a demon all rolled into one. She hadn’t even been entirely certain that her mother or her aunts had seen the creature, but she had, and it had spoken to her of a time when she would be most desperate, a time when she would be alone, without her sisters to hold her hand, without her mother to protect her, her father to shield her. And out of that desperation would come a man who would save her.

Narcissa had been nine then and had been weaned on stories of magic and romance. Her mother was an ardent fan of the then up-and-coming young performer called Celestina Warbeck, who sang jingles for commercials on the Witching Hour show on the Wireless. At the time, Ms Warbeck had her first starring role on the show as a young witch saved by a gallant wizard with a halo of shining hair. Narcissa had been enamored of the idea that a wizard with shining hair would save her from the drudgery that was living with a family that did not recognize her, did not appreciate her talents, juxtaposed as she constantly had been with her more powerful, more strident sisters.

It had been a defining moment for her when she realized she had been the only one who had seen the demon, and that it had given her a glimpse into the future. She could scarcely believe that she was the only one in her family, likely in decades, maybe even generations, to have been blessed with the magic of Summoning. Aunt Lucretia could open portals to new dimensions with her summoning circles, but she had never been able to draw a demon out to speak with her. Aunt Cassiopeia had been a joke that no one took seriously and everyone only ever humored when she went on these expeditions to use ley lines all over the country to augment her magic. But Narcissa had seen and spoken to a demon, and that had been what she had clung to.

When she started learning magic properly at Hogwarts, she concentrated on that. Transfiguration was a class that focused on transforming objects or animals or people, but its tenets could be adapted for Conjuration, and Conjuration was the cousin of Summoning, and that was what Narcissa poured her heart and talent into. And when she Sorted into Slytherin and met Lucius, she was certain that this was the boy the demon had spoken of. She’d been terrified when her father talked of marrying her off to Sirius to resolve all of the money problems he’d always had, so that he would have a controlling stake to Orion’s lion’s share of the Black fortune through their children’s marriage. She just knew that Sirius was not the man the demon had spoken of. Much of the time, that boy had been nothing but perfectly horrid to her, with all his earnest reasoning for muggles and the mudbloods born of their ilk. She had been desperate not to be married to her cousin, and she’d reasoned that it was out of that desperation that Lucius’ father had offered to wed Lucius to her in exchange for the Malfoys finally becoming associated with the Black name. She had convinced herself that Lucius was that man with the shining hair, who would come to her in her lonely existence, ostracized as she was by her own family because she was nothing like her sisters, because she looked like neither Rosier nor Black, and pluck her out of her desperation and enshrine her in Malfoy Manor as its new queen.

And for a time, it truly had been like that. She loved Lucius and Lucius loved her enough to keep her out of the brewing trouble with the Dark Lord residing in Malfoy Manor.

When Bellatrix approached her to hide the artifact that the Dark Lord entrusted to her, Narcissa had been honored. Now people were starting to recognize her worth. She was set to be the Lady Malfoy soon. Lucius honored her. And now, her sister entrusted her to keep something she held dearer than her own life.

It had been the feeling of that superiority that had Narcissa drawing the summoning circle using her own blood. The little golden cup, which she was sure was some stolen heirloom of the Smiths, she placed in the middle of the circle as she powered it with the magic that ran through her blood. This magic needed no wand. This was equivalent exchange, blood for power.

When the same demon emerged from her summoning circle, it had laughed at her request to hide the cup in its dimension. She could not bear to look at it this time as it came to her in all its dark glory, black and white and all colors in between, five heads, five pairs of wings, serpentine and draconic, its five slavering mouths open in a paean of hunger for more of her magic, more of her blood. Narcissa bound it within the confines of the blood-drawn circle, her will indomitable as she subjugated its power into hers. It would hide the cup, she determined. It would allow her to fulfill her oaths of loyalty, to her sister, to her husband, by hiding the Dark Lord’s artifact. She was certain that Bellatrix and Lucius, dark and light, defined that moment for her, when the five-headed dragon form of the demon she had come to know was Tiamat bowed to her and told her she had not yet fulfilled her fate, but that it would take the cup and hide it. She would be unable to retrieve it until her fate had finally been fulfilled, her destiny consumated. Narcissa was certain, when she’d closed the portal and banished the demon back into its dark realm with the cup, that the lines of the war had been drawn and she was finally on the winning side. Lucius would triumph for the Dark Lord, and her destiny would be fulfilled.

But the tides of war had changed irrevocably now, Narcissa was sure. There was no way Lucius would survive the Dark Lord’s wrath now that her uncle had returned him disgraced, wounded, and carrying his father’s body, and Narcissa, for all that she loved her husband—her former husband—was a Black in name, in blood, in allegiance. First, foremost, and forever. And she would never turn from her family to fight for Lucius’ Dark Lord. As much as she loved her husband, there was no way she could lift her wand to cut down her uncle or her cousins, and she could see now what a foolish girl she had been. The wedding was a sham. Perhaps Lucius may have truly loved her, but his marrying into the House of Black had been nothing more than a ploy for him and Abraxas to get close enough to her family so that they could obtain the Black Heir. She had not even known that Lucius’ private assignment from the Dark Lord had been to kill Sirius.

Narcissa was a lot of things, but she was no traitor to the House of Black. She could no more send Sirius to his death by allowing her husband to catch him than she could allow her uncle to kill Lucius. She was caught now in the middle of a blood feud that was only adding fuel to the fires of this war that the Dark Lord waged against the rest of Britain. She did not know how Bellatrix could do such a thing, could raise her wand against their sister, and Narcissa was determined she would not go down such a path. Bellatrix may have redeemed herself by sacrificing her life to save their uncle’s, but it was a redemption too little too late. Andromeda was dead, and Bellatrix had been Marked, branded, sullied. Narcissa was not going to relive the mistakes her sister had made.

Perhaps, she thought to herself now as she went about straightening her uncle’s parlor, and later on as she cleaned up the blood-spattered, destroyed hallway, that the position she was in now… it was her fault for believing that a demon had spoken to her when she was not part of the coven summoning it in the first place. Perhaps that demon had been nothing more than the fevered imagination of a lonely little girl, desperate for a crumb of attention amidst the adults in her life who regarded her as nothing. Certainly, she hadn’t even been important enough to her father as to command more than a hundred thousand galleons in exchange for marrying her off to another family. It had been a pittance compared to Bellatrix’s dowry. And certainly, the demon she had summoned on her own, Tiamat, had looked nothing like the dark avenging angel she had seen emerge out of Aunt Cassiopeia’s summoning circle. Tiamat had taken the cup, had acquiesced to the superiority of Narcissa’s will, even though it had told her that she would not be able retrieve what she had hidden without fulfilling the destiny that it had given her all those years ago, when she had still been a child.

Perhaps, Patriarch Arcturus and the rest of the House of Black had been right. Narcissa was a bit of a naïve child in comparison to her far more worldly sisters, and she would not have the opportunity to demonstrate her worth the House of Black any longer, now that Bellatrix, the sister who had aided her, who had been her crutch, was gone. She could scarcely believe that her husband’s family had even been the one to cut her down. And perhaps, since she’d arrived at her uncle’s house that day so many hours ago, with her husband and her father-in-law in tow, breaking the trust that Orion had bestowed upon her, and wreaking havoc in her uncle’s house, it meant she would never have the chance to redeem herself to the House of Black. Certainly, her uncle did not even trust her to care for Bellatrix’s body to prepare her for burial.

Now she was trapped, alone in Grimmauld Place, while her uncle raced against time to save Sirius from Merlin only knew what trouble that boy had gotten himself into now.

It took her the better part of the night to fix the destruction wrought into the parlor and the third floor hallway. Grimmauld Place was oddly resistant to her magic, as if the house knew that she had betrayed her uncle, its master, mere hours prior, by defending her husband—former husband, Narcissa reminded herself sternly, as she Scourgified the blood-soaked carpets. Bellatrix’s body, she had wrapped in a clean dressing gown she found in the guest room that Orion had placed her in, and left her for him in the bed. She did not dare to go against her uncle’s orders, after the devastating manic episode he had flown into when Bella died, and she did not dare to find out what Orion would do to her if he discovered that Narcissa had gone against his orders. But perhaps she could do something that would go a long way in redeeming herself in her family’s eyes.

She had to move the furniture in the parlor by hand and it took her hours as she did not have the upper body strength to grapple with some of the heavier oak and cherry wood tables and chairs. Grimmauld Place refused to cooperate with her at all ever since she moved Bellatrix’s body to the guest room. She’d made sure the doors were shut so that whatever she was doing would not pull her body and her blood into the mix as Narcissa stripped the carpets, rolling them up to lean against the scrubbed walls before she took her wand and cut her palms to spread the welling blood.

Drawing a summoning circle with her own blood had always been the most disturbing part of the summoning ritual. She had seen it many times before when she had stayed over at Patriarch Arcturus’ castle in Cornwall, where Aunt Lucretia loved to make a spectacle of the event for her nephews and nieces. Bellatrix and Sirius had been the most curious when they were young, Bella because she was enamored with the idea that demons could be subjugated by a witch’s will, and Sirius because he had been revolted that their blood could be used in such a manner. Narcissa had watched from a clinical perspective, learning and educating herself in the minute details of demon summoning.

She had to well up more blood from the cuts in her palm because the wooden floor seemed to soak up her blood greedily before she even managed to draw the circle in its entirety and completeness. Drawing the protective elements in the summoning circle required her to slash up her arms so she could gather enough blood to soak into the wood. By the time she was ready, she was nearly faint from the blood loss, and she had to close her eyes, swaying a little as she stood in the center of the circle.

She clapped her hands once, her magic pooling, concentrating in the welling, dripping blood. When she opened her eyes, they were transparent, the blue subsumed by the blinding light of her magic as she called the demon forth.

“Tiamat! Hear my call and come feast over the scent of my blood!”

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The Potter girl’s adoptive father was an obstinate little fool when Potter and Orion explained the importance of Sirius’ engagement to the girl. Orion had not counted on the fact that Potter would eventually come to the same conclusion that he had surrounding the Potter girl’s Horcrux, but evidently, Potter was not quite half the dunce that most of these pandering little weasels who liked to think that muggles and wizardkind could live in harmony were. The Horcrux in that girl needed to be destroyed. There was no two ways about it. And of course, the only way to destroy a Horcrux was to destroy its host.

Orion was not a monster, of course. He would not advocate to kill that girl, especially not when his son was so besotted with her. He was certain if he did try to kill the Potter girl, Sirius would wage war against heaven and earth to try to get her back, and Orion would be the prime casualty. But he was gratified to learn that Potter was starting to realize that perhaps killing his granddaughter need not happen if the girl was given a choice she could make on her own, and that she would know how to find her way back from destroying the Horcrux if she was given a sufficient tether to the life she lived here.

Mr Evans, idiot muggle that he was, couldn’t understand this.

Orion did not want to waste his breath explaining things like soul magic, immortality and the creation and existence of Horcruxes, and why the girl was pivotal in their efforts to end the war, so they’d ended up talking instead of Sirius’ proposal, despite Potter’s best efforts to derail such a conversation from taking place. He was certain that anyone marrying into his family, and to the Heir to the House of Black no less, should consider themselves as having the luck of the century at having such a windfall in their laps, but Evans did not seem to care for the ramifications of such a union taking place, and focused solely on the fact that he thought his daughter was far too young to be talking of marriage, when what he should have been doing was kissing Orion’s feet for bestowing his blessing on his son’s proposal.

By the time they managed to extricate themselves from the conversation and picked up the texts that the red-haired Ms Evans had promised, he was bone-tired and wished for nothing more than a long bath and an entire day secluded in his study to learn of the Sayre magic. Unfortunately, he still had Bellatrix’s body to prepare for burial, and a funeral to arrange for his niece. Narcissa, he hoped, would keep herself out of his way as he tried to find a way to extract the cup from whatever dimension she had banished it to using the summoning ritual she’d described. Orion had little skill or patience for working with summoning circles, but he was certain Lucretia would be able to point him in the right direction, considering her success in trapping Rosier’s boy.

“Perhaps we should call it a day while we still have light,” Potter said presently, as they stepped out of Evans’ house so they could Apparate. “I need to prepare a new house for my family, and you need to take care of your departed niece.”

Orion gave Potter a sour look as he put on his hat. “I would trade places with you if I could. Finding a different house to live in among my family’s hundreds of properties sounds like a suitably ordinary, if boring, alternative to actually gathering my family so we can provide Bella her last rights.”

“Take care of yourself there, Black,” Potter cautioned. “We both know there are more Marked Death Eaters in your family than just your niece. By now, Voldemort will have learned from Malfoy about your allegiances. If any of them show up in this funeral, you can be certain they will bring trouble.”

“I invite the trouble, Potter. That seems like a far more worthwhile use of my time and magic than having to navigate niceties around my insipid in-laws and their endless simpering over this mudblood—“ He stopped suddenly as he felt a stab of fear lance through his chest so sharply, it nearly drove him to his knees as he and Potter stepped off Evans’ back porch to Apparate. It was foreign and otherworldly, but all the same, inexplicably tied to his own magic that he realized instantly what it was. This was not a person, he knew, but the essence of himself he had poured into Grimmauld Place to secure the house as his, to assure him that his house would never betray him.

“Black? Orion?” Potter asked, his voice tinged with concern.

It took him a moment to master himself as Potter dragged him upright when he nearly fell. “It’s Narcissa! That stupid girl—!”

He didn’t finish his statement as he grabbed Potter’s arm and Apparated them both to the steps leading up to Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Potter did not look fazed at all when Orion blasted the front door in with wandless magic as he strode in. The hallway was dark and silent but he could feel the hum of otherworldly magic rippling through the wards of his house, and all he could do as he ran to the door leading into the parlor was hope that he was not too late to save his niece from the utter stupidity of summoning a demon in his living room.

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She was not certain whether her magic had transported her into the demon’s dimension or if she had so laid waste to her uncle’s house that all she could see from all directions that she turned to was a barren grey wasteland of nothing. The earth at her feet was cracked and dry, and the parched land seemed to drink in the steady, slow drip of her blood as she pulled herself to her feet and turned her eyes heavenward.

The sun was an angry pink flare set in the middle of an empty grey sky and Narcissa had to shield her eyes lest she be blinded as she called out to the demon.

“Tiamat! I have returned for my treasure!” Her voice echoed in the wasteland, as if a chorus of a thousand ghosts were repeating her words back to her, only it came back garbled and unintelligible and haunting. She shivered in spite of herself. There was no heat here, no cold. There was little wind, and indeed, even the air felt as if it didn’t exist but for the fact that she could breathe.

Her chest heaved as she cried out into the silence once again. “Return to me what is mine! I have need of the treasure I have commanded you to hide!”

It started out, she thought, as a whisper. A niggle of a thought in the back of her mind, only she knew it was not hers. The voice in her head was at once silent and cacophonous as Tiamat responded with a resounding cackle of a laugh.

“Silly witch girl!” it told her in a mockery of a human voice that sounded like nails crackling across wood.

Narcissa clapped her bloodied hands to her ears as if to block out the sound, but it was everywhere: in the stale air she breathed, in the parched earth at her feet. It was even in the trickling sound of her blood dripping from her wounds. Tiamat’s massive draconian form appeared, first as a ripple through the mundane grey landscape, and then a cacophonous riot of color, as the flare of the sun glinted off its massive, scaly body. It’s gigantic wingspan blotted out the light and shrouded Narcissa in darkness as its five dragon heads, black and white, red and blue and green, all turned to her and seemed to pierce her with each head’s fathomless golden gaze.

“You think you can come to my realm and make demands out of me, girl? Do you know what you have summoned? Do you understand the magic you have unwittingly dabbled in?”

Narcissa stood her ground in spite of her flagging strength. She was bleeding out. She was fading. But she would obtain the cup, exactly as she’d promised her uncle she would do, if it was the last thing she could do for the nobility, the exalted magic of the House of Black.

“I care not what you are! Give me back what is mine!”

One massive dragon talon swung through the air and ripped through Narcissa’s blood-streaked robes, tearing the through silk and crushed velvet, lace and cotton, and finally, through pale skin, to expose her pulsing organs as Tiamat peered through the strange inner workings of her body. Dimly, Narcissa realized she was about to die. She remembered what Bellatrix had looked like, with her body ripped open by Abraxas Malfoy’s sword. And yet she wondered at the fact that she felt no pain in the massive bloody wound that exposed her churning belly, her intestines, her liver and kidney and spleen. And nestled in between the various organs that kept her body alive, her womb.

“Your body is empty of child, witch!” Tiamat bellowed, the voice a wild discordant mix of five different voices that seemed at once to harmonize and contradict each other in tone. “Your destiny consumated in exchange for my service! That is what we agreed on!”

“I am not with child!” Narcissa screamed back. “I am not with child because the destiny you predicted for me is false! You told me I would meet a man in my desperation! Well I met him! I married him! I laid with him! I knew him! And he has given me no child! He has betrayed my family, and my family has annulled our handfast! Now, you tell me how you expect me to fulfill our bargain.”

Tiamat let out a screech that Narcissa could only surmise must have been laughter. “Oh, what a silly mortal you make, little girl! But it is no matter. A bargain broken is hardly a loss for me, when I have your silly little self offering yourself here to me in my domain. Perhaps I shall eat you, piece my piece, organ by organ. If you are lucky, I may even relinquish your stupid little trinket when I spit your bones out back into your plane of existence. It is hardly anything interesting; just the sliver of a soul of a man so frightened of death that he would attempt to hide himself in such a trifle of an object.” Tiamat’s five snake heads turned a parody of a smile to her. “It was barely a satisfying meal, would you not agree, little mortal? But that sliver of soul has certainly whetted my appetite, and I am afraid little witch, that you shall now be the entree. Pity that you would not be able to fulfill the destiny I have foretold, but you humans and your frantic, pitiful little lives are plentiful enough that another one of your ilk would certainly stumble upon me once more in the future.”

The black head at the center of the five snake heads reared back before it spat out the tarnished golden cup that Narcissa had given the demon to hide. It was covered in the corrosive slime of the creature’s spit.

“Here,” it told her. “Empty out the blood in your wrists that I may enjoy the sanguine taste of your life as it ebbs away. I shall not play with my food this time, to give you a measure of mercy I did not afford to that pathetic sliver of soul in your cup.”

Narcissa did not move, afraid as she was that if she did, her innards would simply spill out of her and she would die.

“Come now, girl, don’t keep me waiting—“

She was not sure what it was, but she thought she heard the sound of the fabric of the reality of the demon’s dimension ripping before a bolt of pure white light pierced through Tiamat’s enormous wing and hit the massive wound on Narcissa’s belly. She smelled her flesh burning as it knitted itself back into the pink of health, even as Tiamat screamed at the injury to its wing. Overhead, the pink sun flared golden and then white, before the grey of the sky was blotted dark, shining black as if an eclipse had overtaken the barren abyss of the demon’s existence, and then the blackness coalesced into Orion Black, his hair and robes billowing back as he sailed through the air, wand brandished and throwing Dark curses that Narcissa had never even heard of, not even in the years that she’d studied with her father and her sisters. Bolts of light in black and white and blue and red and green volleyed from his wand as he bellowed spell after spell, driving the demon back, before he grabbed Narcissa around the waist with one hand, the cup in another gloved hand.

She saw the flare of the golden sun frame her uncle’s black hair in a shining halo and finally, she realized where she had gone wrong. It hadn’t been Lucius at all.

“YOU STUPID GIRL!” Orion screamed into her face, before his mouth was suddenly upon hers, and then the grey skies broke like a shattered mirror, its pieces falling away as Orion’s kiss shattered through the summoning circle she’s anchored to her skin.

Dimly, she could hear the sounds of Mr Potter in the background shouting the words to the ritual that would close the circle and trap Tiamat back into its dimension, the whirling rush of magic blasting through her ripped robes and her tangled, blood-encrusted hair. And then she was falling, because Orion was falling, the two of them landing outside the summoning circle. The cup clattered to the stripped wooden floor of the parlor in Grimmauld Place. It was broken, the gold cracked and chipped in places as it rolled to Mr Potter’s feet.

Orion fell on his hands and elbows, moving his robes to preserve Narcissa’s modesty as her own robes had been completely ripped away, and he let out a hysterical laugh as he stared back at Mr Potter, who was looking down at them with a mixture of incredulity and resigned expectation.

“A Death Eater attack, Potter,” Orion gasped through his laughter. His left hand was burned from the corrosive slime that had covered the cup when he’d grabbed for it and Mr Potter quickly bent down to heal him. “Fiendfyre, muggles, and now, a demonic summoning.”

Mr Potter shot Orion an ironic smile as he handed him his hat, which had fallen, likely when he broke through the protective magic around Narcissa’s summoning circle. “And it’s only Tuesday, Black. Just think about what tomorrow’s Wizengamot session will bring.”

“Fuck you,” Orion rasped, baldly rude, as he heaved himself to sit up tiredly, righted the hat back on his head, and struggled out of his robes to wrap them around Narcissa. “I think I deserve a day off. It looks like Cissy’s demon has managed to destroy the mudblood’s artifact for us. I am counting that as a win.”

Narcissa stared up at her uncle’s face in mute wonder for a long moment, reliving the sight of him haloed by the flare of the pink sun in Tiamat’s abyss, before the enormity of the events she had set in motion finally caught up with her, and there in the circle of her hated uncle’s arms, the man who had saved her, she let herself fall away into unconsciousness.

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Make me

Prompts: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified’ ‘It’s pitch black and I can still see you blushing” “I was so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.” “Come over here and make me”

*NSFW and smut warning*

Gavin was a best friend anybody would be lucky to have, he was kind, sweet, caring, he had the most beautiful amber-eyes eyes, oh them eyes… They were like looking into pools of honey, making you instantly feel at ease and all your stress of the day melted away, or gave you a sense of grounding when you were anxious. You would get so lost in their eyes, almost in a trance, unable to pull away.

I was so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend, because it was a one sided love and forever would be. An eternity of being doomed to live within the dreaded ‘friend zone’, unable to satisfy your wonton crave of him. Gavin would never look at your, hold you the way you wanted him too. He would never love you, not in the sense that you loved him. That was until…

“Bella are you sure you want me this is okay?” He asked with a blush so strong it would make a tomato look pale.

“Gavin I told you it’s fine,” You shuffle around slightly, “It’s pitch black and I can still see you blushing”. Gavin had just come back from a week long mission to see you, only when he was going to leave you both realised how late at night it was. You protested him going home out of fear of his safety and also because he was already starting to pass out in your apartment. You were side by side in your small bed, Gavin’s feet sticking out from under the covers due to his long legs and your short bed. You were positive your rapid heart beats could be felt sending vibrations through the bed, as it pounded against your chest, thump-thump.

“I might go on the sofa…” Gavin whispers, almost a nervousness in his voice.

“What if we,” You turn on your side, gesturing for Gavin to hold you from behind, he’s hesitant at first but does so. He presses his chest slowly against your back, thump-thump, his lower half pressing against yours as he curled his legs to match your position.

Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. Your heart pounding in your chest, he must be able to feel it from the close proximity of you.

“Bella, are you okay?” He whispers softly into the shell of your ear and you nod unable to form words. You took a few deep breaths trying to calm yourself, fidgeting slightly when you stopped, a light groan, tensed muscles and new hardness pressing against your lower back. The feeling sending clenching waves directly to your core, but it was overpowered by guilt from the situation.

“Gavin, are you okay?” Your turn to be concerned about your friend as his breath hitched slightly. But there was silence, maybe he was sleeping? Maybe the hardness against your lower back was just a reaction from a dream?

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified” The words so quiet you almost missed them, your heart feeling like it might skip a beat. Unable to take in his words, you turn in his arms until your facing him, you can see the outline of his face in the darkness, able to find them glowing amber-eyes.

“You what?” You breathlessly reply.

“I think… I know… I love you,” He responds, “I know how close we are and I know you see me as a friend but I-”.

“I love you too Gavin,” You cut him off, before he gives you the ‘I know were friends speech’.

The night was filled with loving confessions and actions, both of you proving to each over and over again your love.

A few months down the line and this is where you find yourself today in the midst of a lovers-quarrel.

“Gavin please don’t be jealous!” You pout, nudging against him on the sofa.

“I hate seeing you with him, theres something I don’t trust about him,”.

“But you trust me right…?” A slight waver in your voice and Gavin gives up ignoring you to pull you onto his lap.

“Of course I do, its just… it makes me jealous seeing you with him, him probably think such lewd thoughts about you,” His voice with a slight anger as you press a kiss to his lips before climbing off him and walking into your kitchen.

“Lucien would not be thinking lewd thoughts about me, only you get to do that and act on them,” You tease, reaching into the cupboards, searching the noodles Gavin always enjoyed.

“I just want to make you scream my name so everyone knows your mine,” He chuckles with a slight darkness causing you to blush, Gavin was never too suggestive or bold, jealousy brought out a new side to him.

“Do it then,” You lean back against the counter as you hear the shuffle of feet to see Gavin standing in the doorway.

“What?” His face was a little stunned.

“You want everyone to hear me screaming your name? Come over here and make me,” You accentuate the words, an empty threat but Gavin saw a challenge to rise to.

Before you could blink he had you pinned against the counter, his lips dominating over yours as his hands gripped at your waist. Your hands press against his muscular chest as he tilts his head to deep the kiss, his tongue prodding against your lip for permission which you eagerly grant. Clothes are quickly removed with an urgency, the only thing left on is a pair of thin panties and Gavin’s boxers. He moves his hands to the back of your thighs, tapping them as an indicator to jump with you reluctantly, thinking he would place you onto the kitchen counter but instead carries to the bedroom. He places you gently on the bed, finally breaking your deep kiss to move down your body, his lips kiss, sucking and nipping at your exposed skin as he does. He takes his time to focus of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his teeth before tugging it gently and releasing it letting it ping back to your skin.

“Gave!” You cry, your fingers caressing his hair as he moves to the other one, the wetness pooling from you, ruining your underwear. As he reached lower, he tugged your underwear off with his teeth, a sight that made your walls flutter and clench over nothing. He spreads your thighs his large hands, eyes burning into your core as he admires the glistening wet for him, only for him. He lazily drags his tongue over your flesh, soft whimpers fall from your mouth as his tongue prods your entrance before replacing it with two fingers. Sinking his digits into you as his mouth focuses on your clit, drawing shapes and mouth words against you, bring you to a mind-numbing orgasm.

“Gavin~" You moaned, your back arching off the bed as you released against his mouth, a low groan coming from the man between your legs.

“I would pleasure you like that all day, but I need you,” He grunts, pulling off his boxers as he crawled over your body, his painstakingly throbbing erection pressing heavy against your thigh. He pushes up the bed so your lying below the headboard as he positions himself over you. Placing kisses to your lips as you taste yourself against him, he pushes himself into you, pulling his mouth away to hear you moan as his thickness fills you. He starts to thrust into you at a slow pace, your hands running down his muscled back before digging in gently to his lower back, a groan falling from his lips.

“More… Gavin more,” You moan against his neck, the gentle rocking of his hips sending pleasure through you but it wasn’t enough. He stills his movement to sit back on his knees, holding you by the ankles as he places his legs over his shoulder, his hips coming to hold your waist. His eyes sending pools of liquid through you out as he wants your reassurance with you nod, biting your lip in anticipation. As he brings to thrust back into you, your head falls back pushing into the pillows from the deeper angle. His thrusts become powerful, making you grip the sheet covers below you as the headboard bangs gently against the wall which spurs Gavin on more.

“Your mine,” He groans, holding you tightly as he begins to pound into you, each thrust earning a louder hit against the wall before the bed is creaking and banging against the wall to a pace it may break. Using two fingers he rubs your clit in a motion that makes you see stars, his name falling from your lips like a curse word growing louder and more frequent.

“I~I’~,” You barely manage as your walls tighten, the coil inside you building up to breaking point as heat spreads through your body, your toes curling as your back arches.

“Scream my name,” He grunts heavily, slamming into your hips without slowing for even a moment. A choked moan and almost ear splitting cry of his name falls from you as you feel yourself pushed over the edge, the waves of pleasure pulsing over and over you endlessly as he continued to pump into you. One hand gripping your waist still, the other moves to hold the relentless banging of the headboard as he grips it, stilling and you feel him throbbing inside your tight walls. He stays for a moment, you watching him slightly bent over you, sweat running down his chest and abs, your wetness flushes against the base of his cock still flourishing deep inside you.

“That,” You pant as he slowly pulls out of you, before collapsing down beside you, pulling you into his embrace.

“I love you,” The heavy panting from his as he presses kisses against your shoulder.

“I love you too,”. It didn’t take long for another round to begin, your names gracing each others lip as if they were the only words you both knew. Gavin ensuring Lucien, who was on the other side of the wall, knew you were his and only his.

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captain-yeet · 5 years

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Oh No, He's Hot - Part 6

Subtitle: Conflict Resolution

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Summary: The time has come. The day of the trial is here, a vast company of vampires from around the world here to witness the truth of the half-vampire child, and the new turn of Y/N and Felix’s relationship.

| The Masterlist |

The winter air bit against Y/N’s face as she stood in the clearing with her chosen family and friends. Feet firmly planted as she stood next to Esme and Carlisle, she glanced around herself nervously.

They were coming. More importantly, he was coming. That phone call was the last time you heard Felix’s voice or any word from him; and while you felt selfish for having that situation be at the forefront of her mind, your feelings were her feelings.

Edward and Bella walked past where you stood, standing at the front of the gathering of vampires and wolves with their daughter. “They’ll be here in exactly two minutes. Garrett scouted ahead - they’re not far away.” He paused, tilting his head with a sigh. “Alice was right. They’ve brought the entire guard, even the wives.”

“But Athenodora and Suplicia never leave Volterra!” Esme gasped, honey coloured eyes widening. She linked her arm with Carlisle’s, and the couple shared a concerned glance.

A whistle caught your attention. Turning your head you saw Benjamin standing with his mate Tia, his eyes on you. He pointed a finger at the sky and smiled.

I get you. You smiled back at him.

In preparation for the Volturi’s arrival, yesterday the physically gifted vampires laid some “in advance” traps. Benjamin had used his Avatar-like abilities to strategically place some boulders and large rocks around the area in case of a fight. The weather was a little cloudy, but still fine.

Benjamin had suggested an idea that everyone but Y/N was on board with; “If it comes to a fight, rain lightning from the skies. The chain effect will hit many guards.”

“That’ll work,” you had agreed, internally worrying.

I hope it doesn’t come to a fight, I really hope. If it was going to be a fight, that would mean either a) someone would hurt Felix or b) you would be fores to hurt him.

Both possibilities put a sour taste in your mouth.

As they approached, you couldn’t help but note how elegant they all were. Like a well-choreographed play, the pageantry they presented was undoubtedly captivating to look at. You also wondered how so many of them travelled here. Did the Volturi own a private jet? There was no way they’d have swam in such fancy cloaks and no doubt equally fine fashion choices underneath said cloaks.

They moved almost in sync as they came closer. A heavy, nervous exhale escaped you and Esme briefly reached out and squeezed your shoulder firmly.

Your eyes scanned the formation of vampires before you, and it didn’t take long for you to find the tall hulking mass that was your man, Felix.

And he was looking right back at you, emotionless and stoic.

Your heart began racing. It had been so long, too long since you’d seen him. His hair had changed; gone was the cute shaggy hair, now replaced by a shorter cut. You mentally noted that while you missed the long hair he still looked good.

You have him a sad smile, to which he returned with his own quick wistful one.

The trial was tense. It should of been clear from the start that there wouldn’t have ever been a “fair” outcome from this. Once Ren showed that she was in fact, a hybrid child, the situation appeared to both turn in your favour and also end with tragedy. The Denali sister you saw with Bella in the meadow that day was now being brought to her knees, by your mate.

Her screams filled the air. You saw Bella cover Renesmee’s eyes, and the remaining Denali sisters crumble and try to make their way over to avenge their fallen loved one. Garrett tackled Kate while others held Tanya back. The amazons took their sight until they calmed down.

Once they gained their sight back, the two blonde’s eyes found your face and glared with such a fiery hatred that it made you shrink back a bit. You thought you heard a growl from someone but you couldn’t have been sure.

“Your mate is a monster,” Tanya spat, eyes going black with rage.

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. You glanced from them to where Felix was, now standing over the burning body of Irina, glaring at the sisters. Narrowing your eyes, you attempted to steel yourself. “Irina… brought this on herself. I am truly sorry, I really am but her fate is no one’s fault but her own.”

An angry snarl ripped through both sisters. “For your sake, I hope you still have that same cool attitude when its your head he rips off next,” she replied coolly, the fire in her eyes not burning out for a second.

“Tanya…” Rosalie warned, coming to stand by you.

The Denali sister’s outburst is what made Aro switch his focus to you. “Ah, so you must be Y/N. I would be honored to meet you.”

He extended his hand, beckoning you over.

Oh fuck what do I do? You panicked. I have no choice. There is no choice.

You were right. You knew it, Felix knew it and so did Aro by the small smile growing on his face.

You approached the opposing coven, trying not to stumble along the way. Felix’s eyes were trained on you as you stood before the masters of the Volturi. Caius eyes you with a look of disgust, whereas Marcus could seem to care less.

Placing your hand in Aro’s, you flinched as he greedily took it and read your thoughts.

“It’s quite remarkable, your power,” he mused, his eyes distant like he was watching something from far away. “The ability to manipulate and summon lightning, with equally impressive strength! Even you don’t know where it comes from, it seems… A mystery. Not many individuals carry more than one gift.”

You looked nervously at Felix, who looked like he was holding himself back from standing at your side. It’s okay, he mouthed to you.

Seeing the interaction through your memories, Aro let out a strange excited sound. “And you have wormed your way into the heart of one of our own. Fascinating! Felix - join us.”

In less than a second he was by your side. After months of not being able to see each other, touch each other, it brought a small shred of comfort to you as he put his hand firmly on the small of your back, yet you craved a lot more than just that simple touch.

Turns out doing the whole long-distance thing can leave someone feeling very touch starved.

“Young love,” Aro sighed. “Isn’t it just a wonderful thing?” He then turned to Carlisle. “My old friend, I assume given that this human is bonded with your coven that you see her as one of your own, correct?”

For a brief moment, part of you assumed Carlisle would reject the assumption; a moment of insecurity.

“Of course,” came his calm and sure reply.

“What exactly is the meaning of this entire conversation?” Caius asked, exasperated. “The matter is simple; she knows too much. You know where this leads.”

A hard lump formed in your throat. Was this how things were going to end? Perhaps not even Felix could save you from the inevitable. You knew at some point you’d have to be changed given your allegiances, who you loved and what you knew of the vampire world.

It didn’t mean that you were ready for it, though.

“Their bond is true, Caius.”

Marcus was the last person you expected to come to your aid. The tired vampire now eyed you and your mate with interest, and what looked like longing. “Do you wish to bring down the same fate as Didyme and I on another of our coven?”

Aro blinked in shock, backing away from you and Felix who wrapped his arm around you tighter. “How dare you speak of-”

“I suggest that she be turned. I have seen innocent mates be torn apart enough for one lifetime.” His gaze then focused entirely on you and Felix.

This vampire coming forth to defend you… why was he doing it? Was it purely because he didn’t want to see another pair of mates ripped apart, or was there another motive? You couldn’t tell. Scrutinizing his face, you couldn’t see any malice or disturbed glee like in the other leader’s faces; just curiosity.

Slowly moving toward you with Jane and Alec faithfully in tow, his eyes never left yours. “This is not something to take lightly, my dear. Are you willing to go through such a change for this man?”

You have to reply, what are you waiting for!? You screamed at yourself in your head. The lump in your throat got harder and you couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. “I… I am! I just…imnotready.”

The last words came out in a rush, but Marcus caught them. You assumed everyone with super hearing did.”I’d be surprised if you were; many of us were not.” With a relaxed smile, he spoke up to the onlookers of this unexpected interaction. “Then I propose this; in a year you be turned. Either Carlisle or Felix himself can do the change but it must happen. That is final.”

He turned back to whence he came from, the twins trailing behind him like shadows, leaving you with your mind reeling.

Felix’s hold on you never faltered; he could hear your heart going a hundred miles, your breath laboured and uneven from your emotions. If not for his sturdy arm around you, you’d have probably crumbled to your knees in the snow.

A year. One more year of humanity.

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Immortal Infatuations - (Aro x black!reader)

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! Wow, it’s been a minute since I’ve written one of these. But, I have a golden moment and I love y’all so here ya go!!!

Warnings: Sex, Blood, Murder - the whole vampire special.

Disclaimer: None of the images used belong to me.

“Esme, no,” Carlisle snapped.

“Please Carlisle,” Esme begged, “We have to.”

Bella furrowed her brow and Edward let out a sigh.

For the last couple of hours, it had been like this - arguing.

Bella had already sent Renesmee out with Rosalie so she wouldn’t have to hear it, but now even she was getting annoyed.

“What’s wrong with them?” She asked, no longer able to hold in the question.

Edward shook his head.

Bella knew what that meant.

Not now.

“We have no choice, Carlisle. We need her!”

“No, we cannot bring that...woman into this. It would mean suicide for us all.”

“It will be suicide for us anyway if he Volturi get her and we do not have sufficient protection.”

“She could make the Volturi freeze with just a smile. We need that power if we are to protect Renesmee.”

“Okay, you two have been arguing back and forth for the past two hours. Esme, if you have an idea to protect Renesmee from Aro then please - tell me,” Bella said frankly.

Esme sighed, “There is someone out there...a vampire who can help protect us from Aro.”

“A vampire? Well great, where is he?”

“She does not want to be found,” Carlisle said grimly, “Those who approach her and demand favors tend to lose their heads.”

“Why? Who is she?”

“Bella,” Edward chastised.

Carlisle sighed, “No Edward, it’s fine. She needs to know.”

The Hippocratic bloodsucker sighed and began his story.

“Long, long ago - in ancient Egypt, there lived a Pharaoh...”

You huffed angrily, storming back and forth like an angry asp as your frightened Grand Vizier shakes like a palm tree with a papyrus scroll in his hand.

“THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!” You roared, “My pathetic baby brother raises men against me and NONE OF YOU CAN WORD ON HIS NEXT MOVE?! Incompetence.”

“Great Pharaoh, forgive me. I merely report on what General Nanktenten tells me.”

You sigh and sit back in your throne, clutching your nose in frustration, “I just do not understand. My rule is final, prosperous and blessed by the gods. Why must I cut my own brother’s throat my detractors to see the truth?”

The Vizier sighed, “Power seduces, Pharaoh. Ptolmun shall be brought to heel in no time.”

You huffed as your servants fanned you with large palmettes in order to calm you down.

“I just want this war to be over,” you said, shaking your head with grim contemplation, “Perhaps I should plan a culling-“

“My Pharaoh, that would be too extreme,” the Vizier said with wide eyes.

“And my brother conspiring to take my throne is not?!”

“O-of course, Great Pharaoh…I just…a culling would only serve to turn more against your rule – the true rule of Egypt. A-and that would anger the gods.”

You sighed again and a serpentine smile crosses your ochre-stained lips.

You held out your hand expectantly and the Vizier knelt down and kissed it with reverence.

“Have I ever told you that you are my favorite person, Vizier?” You asked.

“No, my Pharaoh.”

“Well you are now. Take the rest of day for yourself. May the gods grant you rest.”

“And to you, my Pharaoh.”

He was gone after that.

“Alright,” you spoke, leaning over an intricate map of Egypt and beyond as your generals listened, “Here is the Nile River and east bank. These two spots MUST be guarded if we are to safeguard my people’s water supply. Of course, my foolish brother shall try to take it.”

“And if we encounter his forces, Pharaoh?” One of your generals asked.

You smiled up at him, “Then spill his blood.”

The general sobered up at your dark smile and nodded, “Yes, Pharaoh.”

The doors then opened and the Vizier walked in.

“What is it?”

“Pharaoh, there is a ship here.”

“From where?” You asked, thinking it was your brother.

“…It’s from Greece.”

You swiftly walked outside, your generals and guards flanking you.

An angry scowl marred your face as you approached the river.

How dare these Greeks incite war on my land, towards MY people?!

I will smite them, burn their corpses-

You stopped when you saw the man having his things unloaded.

He was beautiful, more beautiful than any man you had ever seen.

Your heart fluttered slightly when he regarded you, and with a swallow, you approached him your usual cold, haughty air.

“What are you doing in my kingdom?”

He looked at you and bowed.

“I hail from Rome, milady,” the handsome man greeted, “May Jupiter honor the one true pharaoh.”

“So you say you are an emissary?” You asked, cracking open a canister of wine the mysterious man had brought you.

“Yes, pharaoh.”

You eyed the two men beside him.

“And your friends? I assume they are emissaries as well?”

“Yes, pharaoh.”

You eyed the man and pursed your lips, “You may address me as (Y/N), emissary. Since Rome is interested in helping, it is fair for us to maintain a proper friendship.”

The man smiled, “In that case, call me Aro.”

You smiled and leaned in seductively, “You are a very handsome man, Aro.”

Aro leaned in, “And you are very good politician, (Y/N).”

You leaned back as the emissary laughed.

“I’ve had many women in my bed before,” he says, “You’ll have to step up your game if you want to win the heart of Roman senators.”

You huff and smile as the two of you click chalices, “You are an interesting man, Aro.”

“Wait,” Bella said, “You’re scared of a pharaoh?”

“She’s not just any pharaoh, Bella,” Carlisle said, “She is one of the most powerful vampires of all.”

“Okay so what happened between her and Aro?”

“The same thing that happens to all powerful women who let their guard down,” Esme supplied, She fell for him - hard.”

You laughed as Aro told you more of his adventures while the two of you sat down in your main foyer.

It had been two summers since he came.

Aro looked up at the golden columns and glistening hieroglyphics on the ceiling.

“Your palace is glorious,” he commented.

“Thank you. My father built it when I was born. He said I was as radiant as the sun - only worthy of a palace Ra would live in.”

“Well,” Aro said, getting up and crawling on top of you, “He was more than correct.”

You moaned as he kissed your neck and got lower and lower down your body.

As good as it felt, you interrupted him by sitting up.

“I have to show you something.”

“Now? We were just getting in the mood.”

“I have a surprise for you.”

You got up and pulled him by the hand.

Aro silently followed you until you got to a large doorway. Guards bowed as the two of you passed, and the smell of sweltering fruit and herby water hit your senses.

Nobles and their women splashed in the giant pool and Aro’s face lit up.

“A bath?” He asked.

“Mhmm,” you answered, looking back at your creation, “A little custom I heard of from the Romans, albeit with a little...Egyptian flair. I figured since it has been so dreary these past few days and that we could use a quick lift in our spirits.”

You kissed him and he whispered in your ear, “T’would be much easier if we had the place to ourselves.”

You smiled, “Consider it done.”

You turned and clapped your hands, “Everyone OUT!”

On command, they scrambled out an the room was soon empty.

“You certainly know how to give orders,” Aro said with a chuckle.

“Well I am the one true pharaoh.”

“Ah yes. Always being pharaoh. It must be hard.”

“Hard?”

“Yes. You are a woman ruling over a nation uncertain of its future. Your own brother rebels against you and those who are supposed to trust you...”

He grabs your hand and looks deep into your soul.

“You are a woman ahead of your time.”

A moment passed and you stared into his red eyes.

“You always know just what to say.”

Aro smiled and kissed you again and you broke away from him in order to undo your shendyt.

His eyes brushed over your naked body, “You are quite the vision.”

You held your head up proudly, “From years of training to protect my country.”

“Well perhaps you won’t mind another physical test,” Aro said seductively.

He removed his linen tunic.

“Hmmm...looks challenging. Perhaps I just need a little...push.”

Aro smiles playfully at your narrowed eyes and before you know it, you both were splashing into the massive pool of water.

You squealed in surprise and the guards from outside rushed in.

“Out,” you ordered.

They wearily returned to their posts.

Aro turned your face back to him and pulls you into a kiss.

Then, you sunk down onto him and began to ride...

“Okay so she and Aro had a romantic relationship,” Bella said, “Why isn’t she with the Volturi?”

“...Because he double-crossed her,” Esme answered.

You woke up from your bed to the sound of screaming. You swiftly got up from bed and ran down the halls, your eyes furrowing when you noticed the guards weren’t there.

Running into the throne room, you saw it.

Bodies, so many bodies.

The floor was wet with crimson blood and the same human substance had been splashed all over the walls.

It was a bloodbath.

Caius happily sucked the last of a young woman’s blood from her neck. Her eyes were just as dead as she was.

At least she didn’t feel any more pain....

Caius finally let her fall to the ground.

He looked up at you and his eyes were pitch black.

You backed up nervously.

But then, Aro came into view. His eyes were black and his mouth messy with the blood of the people he’d killed.

“My dear,” he said, holding his arms out, “You finally join us.”

“W-...What did you do?”

“My friends and I...merely had a small snack.”

You ran to one of the dead women on the floor, uselessly trying to revive her.

She had been one of Nekhmun’s daughters - only fourteen years old.

But it was too late...

“What did you do?!”

“I told you dear,” he said, “We had a snack.”

You tried to shake her awake, her blood only brightly staining your dark skin.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“A snack,” Aro answered sourly, “For the hundredth time. And soon, you’ll be able to taste.”

“So he snatched her,” Esme explained, “And Caius and Marcus got rid of the bodies. No one ever knew that vampires were involved in the Satmun Ra Purge. Her brother took the credit-”

“And the throne,” Bella finished.

Esme nodded.

“So...what happened to (Y/N)?”

“Aro turned her,” Carlisle sighed, “Kept her in the tower.”

“And I’m guessing she didn’t go quietly?”

Carlisle shook his head, “She was the houseguest from hell.”

You threw your couch.

“I WANT BLOOD!”

“My queen, I cannot get you blood until-”

“I WANT BLOOD, CARLISLE!”

Carlisle sighed as you paced back and forth, stewing angrily.

“I cannot stay in this place much longer,” you growled, “This tower is a prison for simpletons and fools!”

“Then why are you in it?” Carlisle asked.

You threw him a seering glare and the vampire held his hands up in mock surrender.

“I can’t stay in this place much longer. I need to get out of here.”

“Well Aro instructed me to keep you in here so that is going to be a challenge for you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “You don’t look so tough.”

“Neither did Aro. But we see how that turned out.”

You threw Carlisle a dirty look and plopped down onto the couch.

“This is torture,” you complained, “I cannot stay cooped in this damn tower forever.”

Carlisle sighed and sat beside you, “Well, what can you do? It is not as if you can escape...”

He clutched your hand comfortingly, “Just try to get comfortable. You may begin to like Aro after all...”

You huffed as he got up and left.

Quietly, you mulled over his words.

No, you decided, I’ll not be a prisoner any longer.

You waited until one of the guards brought you food in the form of a human.

She was young, much younger than you and clearly not a local.

“Please...,” she cried, “Please don’t kill me.”

You glared at the guard, “You couldn’t find a human that was quiet?!”

“She was the best of the most recent crop, my queen. Take it or leave it.”

You sighed and wiped the whimpering girls tears away, “Shhh. It is alright my dear. Come, sit.”

The guard leaves and you allow the girl to sit.

You softly comb through her thick hair as she calms down.

“I know you must be so scared right now. Tell me, what is your name?”

“A-Annette,” she stuttered as you wiped her cheeks.

“Annette,” you replied, “That’s pretty. My name is (Y/N). Tell me what happened Annette.”

“T-the men downstairs - three of them...they killed everyone, feasted on their blood. My mistress, she...”

Annette broke down again and you pulled her into your cold arms.

“Shhh...there, there my dear. It is alright now.”

You soothed her as she cried harder into your chest, and after what felt like almost an hour she began to calm down.

“I’m tired.”

“I know my dear. Don’t worry. The pain will be over soon.”

“I don’t want to die. Please don’t kill me...”

“I’m not going to kill you my dear,” you assured her, connecting her brown eyes with your red ones, “I am going to grant you something.”

“What?”

You smiled and whispered two words into her ear.

“Eternal life.”

You bit into her neck - right into the vein, and let go once she screamed.

You screamed too and on cue, the guard came in.

“My queen! What is wrong?”

“This girl - her blood is toxic! Go get Aro!”

“But-”

“NOW!”

THe guard sighed and rushed off.

You smirked and picked up the convulsing Annette.

“Come my child,” you said, “Time for us to start a new life.”

Then, you were gone.

“So she...escaped,” Bella said.

“Yes,” Carlisle answered, “And I am sure she doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

“We have to try to contact her. Aro is coming for us, for Renesmee-”

“Bella, nothing is worth bringing her back into the fold Not even the coming of the Volturi.”

“Not even your grandchild?” Edward chimed in.

The two vampire connected eyes and Carlisle sighed shortly after.

“This is going to get us all killed,” he said.

“But we shall die anyway if Aro comes and we have no defense,” Esme said.

A silence passed.

“Get your things,” Carlisle said, “We are going to Egypt.”

“I’d like to point out that this is probably the most exciting thing I’ve done since Amun turned me,” Benjamin commented as he held Tia’s hand.

“This is no sport,” Carlisle said grimly, “(Y/N) is not to be trifled with.”

“Surely she cannot be that bad,” the vampiric elemental replied.

“Oh she is. You think Aro is frightening? She is worse.”

“And you are seeking her out for your protection. You are truly a master at logic, Carlisle,” Amun said sarcastically.

“It was our idea,” Bella said, jumping to Carlisle’s defense.

“And it will be our end,” Kebi said gravely.

The group walked ahead and Bella drifted behind.

“I do so enjoy Egyptian optimism,” Edward whispered sarcastically, “Don’t you?”

“Be nice,” Bella chastised, trying not to smile, “We need their help.”

Soon, the group arrived at an old abandoned statue.

It was old, clearly warn down by the sands of time.

Yet, it had a certain charm to it.

Carlisle pushed one of the statue’s pieces to the side, and it moved to reveal a large stairway.

“This way,” he said.

Bella silently thanked herself for the fact that she could now see in the dark.

The group of four silently made their way down the dark staircase, and at the end of the tunnel was a light.

The group walked toward it and the light grew and grew until it culminated into the shape of a sparkling throne room.

“Wow...,” Bella mumbled in awe, “It’s beautiful.”

“No kidding,” Benjamin agreed.

“Thank you. Although I do not recall giving you permission to enter my domain.”

The gold all around them began to move and melt in front of them. Then, it began to take shape into that of a woman.

The gold soon melted into brown skin and the eyes of the beautiful being opened to reveal deep red orbs.

“Pharaoh,” Carlisle greeted with a bow.

“Ah, Carlisle,” you replied, “It has been such a long time. And yet? You’ve not changed a bit. I assume this is your lovely mate?”

“Esme,” Mrs. Cullen filled in, “An honor to meet you.”

You raised an eyebrow and the woman sheepishly bowed.

Pleased, your lips extended into a long catlike grin, “Delighted to make your acquaintance, Esme.”

You turned to the others, “And who are your friends?”

“Benjamin,” the youngest one answered, an impish smirk on his face.

“Ah, Benjamin. Quite a handsome young vampire you are. And your coven?”

“My family - Amun, Kebi, and Tia. She is my mate.”

“Oh how sweet!”

Your eyes drifted over to the last two, “And you two?”

“I am Edward, Carlisle’s son,” Edward said with a bow, “This is my wife Bella.”

“Hi,” she said, giving an awkward bow soon after.

“I am impressed Carlisle,” you commented, “I did not know you had begotten a child.”

“I turned him, my queen. We are not biologically related.”

“Ah so you turned him. Immortality suits you, dear Edward.”

“Thank you, Pharaoh.”

You turned to Bella, “And you are the youngest of us all, my child?”

“Yes. Just turned a week ago.”

“Oh how joyous! Another brought into our community. Welcome then.”

“Thank you. However I have to say that we aren’t here on a pleasure trip-”

“I figured,” you interrupted, “In that case, come-”

You walked to the middle of the room, and the gold left around the room began to center and take shape in the form of a glistening throne.

You sat in it and smiled, “Let me hear your case.”

“Well...Edward and I had a child while I was still human, a daughter. Unfortunately your um...husband-”

“Ex husband.”

“Right...he has forbidden that vampire children be created.”

“And so he shall kill you for your crime,” you figured out.

“If he can prove we committed a crime. Our daughter was born. She wasn’t bitten, and she still grows. Which means she’s a little different from us. She’s not an immortal child.”

You raise an eyebrow and contemplate, “My, that is something.”

“Yes and without your help...our child will die.”

“So let me get this straight. You opened your legs for a vampire, gave birth to a half breed child, incurred the wrath of my ex husband and now you come to my home to ask for help?”

“Essentially,” Bella said sheepishly.

You sighed, “Normally this is the part where I would berate you for making such foolish decisions. But I was in your shoes long ago... Very well Cullens, I am in.”

“Really?!”

“Yes. Now let us leave this wretched cave before I change my mind. Annette!”

An ebony vampire came from the shadows, “Yes mother?”

“Get your things my dear. We are going to see Aro.”

“The redcoats are coming, the redcoats are coming,” Garrett mumbled anxiously as the Volturi appeared.

“Oh don’t be scared,” Benjamin said, “We have our secret weapon.”

“Which is?”

Benjamin’s only response was a smile.

Soon, the Volturi stilled and Carlisle came forward.

“Aro,” he said, “Let us discuss things as we used to - in a civilized manner.”

“Fair words Carlisle, but a little out of a place given the battalion you’ve assembles against us.”

“I can promise you,” Carlisle placated, “That was never my intent. No laws have been broken here.”

“We see the child,” Caius seethed, “Do not treat us as fools.”

“Why not? You are the fools after all.”

The Volturi looked around as your voice thundered throughout the field.

“What was that?” Aro asked.

“More of Carlisle’s trick I’m sure,” Caius hissed.

“Oh my love. You don’t remember me? I am hurt.”

Gold then began to seep from the snow and glob together in front of Carlisle. It quickly hardened into the shape of your body and your eyes opened.

His eyes widened, “(Y/N)...”

You smiled wickedly, “Hello my dear. It’s been a long time.”

“It can’t be.”

“Oh but it is.”

“I thought you were dead,” he said.

“Clearly evil doesn’t die easily,” Caius mumbled.

“Oh you are a fine one to talk Caius. What’s this I hear about your walking around, ruling with an iron fist, destroying covens? Oh but why am I talking to you? We both know you’re just Aro’s bitch.”

Rosalie’s eyes widened.

“Oh no she didn’t,” Emmett mumbled, covering his mouth.

“How dare you-”

“Oh hush Caius. We both know you won’t do a damn thing while Aro is here. He hold your leash after all.”

“I see you are still cold and arrogant, wife,” Aro said sharply.

“And I see you are still projecting, husband.”

“You are interrupting an important proceeding.”

“And you interrupted my LIFE all those years ago when your turned me and stole what was mine!”

“I stole nothing!”

“YOU STOLE MY EMPIRE! I WOULD HAVE BEEN THE GREATEST QUEEN THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR YOU!”

“OH PLEASE!” Aro’s voice thundered, “YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER BEATEN PTOLMUN AND YOU KNOW IT! I SAVED YOU!”

“Saved me? S-...,” You bit your lip, “SAVED. ME?! Ohhhhh your denial truly knows no bounds.”

“Enough of this incessant display wife, or I shall have Jane put you in your place.”

“This child you have beside you?! HA! I have more gall in my pinkie than this child has in her whole breakable body.”

Jane narrowed her eyes and an immense pain flooded.

You shouted in pain and bent down into the snow.

The pain was excruciating.

“This is your precious weapon?” Garrett hissed to Benjamin.

“Wait for it...” The Egyptian vampire replied.

You breathed roughly and opened your eyes.

They were pure gold.

You stood up, “My, that was impressive child. Like a tiny headache.”

Jane’s eyes widened, “You...you don’t feel it?”

“No child,” your voice deepened, “But you shall feel THIS.”

You raised both your hands to the sky and gold quickly rose from the snow and materialized up Jane’s ankles and legs.

“A-Aro!” She shouted fearfully.

“Ah yes. You feel that, don’t you child? The numbing as you loose feeling...the cold as your body turns to solid gold. You feel all of that...”

“Enough!” Caius shouted, “Let her be.”

“I could...but only if Aro asks me to.”

Aro hesitated.

“Better hurry Aro if you want to save your precious weapon,” You taunt as the gold rises up Jane’s chin and into her mouth.

The young vampire began to heave and cough up gold and blood, and the vampire surrounding the Volturi gasped.

“That is not possible,” Caius gasped.

“Anything is possible for a queen,” you say, “Now Aro, ask me. And don’t forget to say please.”

Aro sighed, “...(Y/N)-”

“It’s Pharaoh to you.”

“...Pharaoh, release Jane.”

“And what’s the magic word, my love?”

“PLEASE! Release her...”

You smile and gold recedes from your eyes, “Very well.”

The gold falls off Jane’s body and falls into cold, hard pieces around her.

She heaves up more blood and gold and gasps.

“Wow!” You cackled, “That was invigorating. If anyone else would like to see more of my power, step forward.”

Nobody said anything.

“That’s what I thought,” you growled, “So let’s skip pleasantries and get back to the point. This girl is no immortal child. You can see for yourself or you can risk your lives and have me turn you all into golden statues. Your choice Aro? Caius?”

Aro sighed, “Bring the child forward.”

Bella brought Renesmee to him as Jacob and Emmett flanked her.

Aro met with her and took her hand.

“Half mortal, half immortal. Conceived and carried by this...newborn.”

“Yes Aro, we get it. Now do you want a war, or not?” You huffed.

“Please say yes,” Vladimir mumbled.

“This child is unlike anything we have ever seen before. For this first time, humans pose a threat to our kind. Their modern technology has given birth to something that can destroy us. I ask you - my brothers and sisters, can we live with such uncertainty?”

“You’re going to have to,” you spoke up, “Unless you’d like to lose your empire because of your pride.”

“And what would you propose, Pharaoh? That I let this issue go?”

“I propose a fight - between the two of us. Whoever wins determines the fate of this trial. I win? The girl and her family go free. You win? I shall let you tear us all to pieces and burn us.”

Carlisle’s eyes widened, “That is not what we discussed-”

“You would fight me to protect these people? This...child?”

You smirked, “I would fight you for for nothing Aro. This is also my vengeance.”

Aro looked you in the eye and knew you were serious.

“I assume this is a fight to the death?”

You nod, “Yes.”

“(Y/N)-” Carlisle hissed.

“It’s Pharaoh. And this between me and him. Now, let’s get down to business.”

You step forward.

Aro does the same.

“Wait!”

Alice and Jasper come out the woods behind you.

Aro gasps with glee, “My dear Alice! You’ve arrived.”

“I have evidence the child won’t be a risk to our kind,” Alice said, “Let me show you.”

Two more figures then walked though from the woods.

They seemed to be indigenous, from South America most likely.

“I have been searching for witnesses,” Alice said, “Among the Mapuche tribe-”

“We have enough witnesses,” Caius hissed.

“Let him speak Caius. Or I shall do to you what I could have done to the little witch bitch.”

Caius bit his tongue and glared.

You waved your hand, “Continue!”

“My name is Nahuel,” the male said, “I am half human, half vampire.”

“And all adorable,” you mumbled, making sure Aro can hear you.

Benjamin, Emmett and some of the other vampires behind you snickered.

Nahuel smiled softly and continued, “A vampire seduced my mother, and she gave birth to me. I became full grown several years after my birth.”

“And your diet?” Aro asked.

“Blood, human food,” Nahuel supplied.

“These children are much like us,” Marcus.

“Regardless the Cullens have consorted with werewolves - our natural enemies-”

“OH SHUT THE FUCK UP CAIUS!” You snapped.

“Preach it queen!” Emmett shouted, throwing his fist up, for which Rosalie elbowed him in the side.

“Good people,” Aro announced, “There has been no crime committed here. We will not fight today.”

“And Irina?” Tanya asked.

“Well,” Caius said with a wicked grin as two guards hauled up Irina beside him, “Since she brought up a false criminal accusation, she deserves to die.”

“You didn’t tell me they had a captive,” you hissed at Carlisle.

“I didn’t think Caius would kill her.”

“Have you met him? You fucking Europeans - always leaving out details.”

“All of this could have been avoided had your sister not wasted our time. Such an infraction can’t be forgiven,” Aro said.

“Oh please! I’m sure the girl - though she’s fucking stupid,” you huffed, “Merely wished to avoid committing another crime. Better safe than sorry and quite fair given what you did to her mother.”

“Still no reason for her to live,” Caius said.

“Is me not killing you enough of a reason? I will kill you Caius,” you huffed, “If you must punish her, take her hand. She will learn her lesson.”

Caius - as usual looked over to Aro for approval.

He nodded.

Caius smiled, “Very well.”

He snatched off her hand and Irina let out an unholy scream.

Many of the vampire witnesses covered their ears at the sound.

“Punishment for your crime,” Caius said, wiggling Irina’s hand in front of her face before pushing her forward into the snow.

“Annette,” you called.

On cue, Annette appeared from the air and took Irina in her arms before flashing away and reappearing beside you.

“Annette,” Aro noticed, “You are alive.”

“I come when my queen calls,” Annette replied as you smiled down at her.

“Well Aro,” you spoke, “We have proven the child is not immortal. You have punished Irina for her mistake. All is finished.”

“Not us. We are not finished.”

“Can’t finish something you never started,” Emmett mumbled.

“Aro, please,” you scoffed, “I am not your wife. We have nothing to discuss.”

“You are my queen. You can’t just-”

“I have always been a queen. I never needed you to prove that.”

Aro was going to say something else but decided against it.

The Volturi then began to leave, and Aro took one last look at you before he left.

“Such a prize.”

Then, he was gone.

A soundless sigh of relief flushed through the crowd.

Irina shivered in your arms and you gently took her sore stub in your hand.

It didn’t look good.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“You deserve it,” Bella said, coming up to you both, “For putting us all in danger.”

“I am sorry. I-I thought-”

“You didn’t think at all! My child could have been killed!”

“Watch you tone,” you growled.

“You’re defending her?”

“I am acknowledging the truth. This child did what any vampire would do after loosing a mate and having her own cousins invite the dogs that killed him to their wedding. What was his name - Laurent, I believe?”

“He tried to kill me!”

“And whose fault is that? His or Edward’s for leaving you unattended?”

“You-”

“I what? Go on Bella. Finish your sentence so that I may take your tongue.”

Bella said nothing.

“Now I have done you a kindness on behalf of your child since she was innocent. But you? I detest spoiled girls. Do not cross me, Cullen.”

“Ugh, enough of this! Can we take Irina home now?” Tanya asked.

You softly brushed Irina’s blonde hair, “Darest Tanya, it is her choice. She may return to you or spend some time with me.”

“I...I think I...I need to be on my own for a while,” Irina said, clutching her sore stump.

“Well there we have it. Irina shall be under my care until further notice.”

“No!” Tanya shouted.

“You can’t do that!” Kate argued.

“I can do whatever I like.”

That shut them up instantly.

“Now,” you spoke, “I think it shall do Irina and the rest of you some good if she spends some time with me.”

“And the Volturi? Your husband?” Vladimir demanded, “What price does he pay for destroying our coven?”

“Depends. What price do you intend to make him pay?”

That question silenced him and you smiled pleasantly.

“Well, if that is all. I shall be taking my leave. Annette, Irina - come. Let us leave this place.”

THREE YEARS LATER

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Emmett asked, looking up at the nightclub with the long line hanging out the door.

“Hmm,” Bella mumbled, pulling out the invitation and checking the address, “Nebu Nightclub? Yeah this is the place.”

“Well do we have to wait in this long line?” Alice asked.

“Not if I can help it,” Carlisle said, walking up to the bouncer.

“Excuse me sir. We have a special reservation for Cullen?”

The bounder checked his list and let them pass, “Cullen? Right on time. Just this way.”

“I can’t believe that worked,” Alice commented.

“It’s a rule that (Y/N) taught me years ago,” Carlisle explained, “Vampires do not wait for things. They take what they want.”

The club was bumping.

Everyone was dressed in the most glittering gold clothes they had and they danced and grinded as the music blared around them.

Even the drink were glittering gold.

Either fizzing or thick with the smell of alcohol.

“This place is AWESOME!” Emmett commented.

“Speak for yourself,” Jasper groaned, “This place smells like sweat.”

“And it’s gonna seep into my clothes,” Alice whined.

“Well it looks like you all could use some relief,” a familiar voice said.

“Irina?” Carlisle asked as the vampire approached, “Wow. You look...different.”

Irina smiled confidently, “Thank you Carlisle. Now, come with me. My Queen does not wish to be kept waiting.”

The Cullens followed Irina to the back.

Whoa.

The place was ten times brighter than the cave Carlisle found you in.

It was brilliant.

“Wow,” Emmett commented, “Nice place.”

“Thank you.”

The liquid gold lining the walls slinked off and began to culminate to sculpt your voluptuous figure.

Smiling, you opened your eyes.

“Pharaoh,” Carlisle greeted as they all bowed, “It is good to see you.”

“It is good to see you as well, along with your family. I assume Edward is at home with little Renesmee?”

“Yes,” Bella confirmed with a nervous swallow, “With Jacob of course.”

“Good! It must have been quite the journey here. Irina, some drinks for our guests please.”

Irina nodded and quickly fetched some blood shots.

“We don’t drink human blood,” Alice said.

“I know about your diet dear,” you said, “It’s animal blood - hunted down from the finest animals all through the States. Emmett I remember you prefer bear right?”

“Yes ma’am,” Emmett confirmed, gulping down his drink.

“Mmm,” Alice hummed, “Deer.”

“See I knew you’d like it,” you said, “Now, come sit with me. Let us chat.”

They all surround you as you smile pleasantly.

“Pharaoh,” Carlisle says, “As much as I enjoy visiting you, I have a feeling you did not invite us here for drinks.”

You sigh, “Too true. I am here to offer you something - a proposal.”

“Which is?”

“While I know that we do always see eye to eye, I think we both can agree that Aro’s rule over the vampire world is toxic. That being said, I want to be queen of our kind. But for that to happen, the Volturi need to overthrown. I need your help to make that happen.”

“Well I cannot say that I am surprised by that. Still, I cannot put my family in danger.”

“Your family is already in danger as long as my ex rules the throne. Support me and you nor anyone else shall no longer have to live in fear.”

“Sounds promising,: Emmett commented, “But how many vampires have you actually spoken to about this?”

“None. You are the first. It is alright if you say no. I shall merely take the throne by myself. I merely desire the support of my kind when I do. So Carlisle, are you in or are you out?”

Carlisle sighed, “For now, I will consider it. But I will need to talk to my wife first.”

“Excellent. And fear not. No one shall know of our budding alliance. In the meantime...”

Your eyes darkened.

“We have work to do.”

Author’s Note: Aaaaand that is all folks! Gosh it is so hard to write sometimes. Forgive me. I’m going through a rather depressive period right now and I need to get my mind off some things. Hope you guys like this one!

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kucigloss · 4 years

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TOP 10 albums of the decade

Hello folks!

The year is coming to a close, and I felt it necessary to share my top 10 favorite albums of the decade. It was so hard to narrow it down to only 10 but ultimately, I went with the albums that stuck with me the most during the most formative years of my life. I’m excited to see what my 20s will be like, soundtracked by new music of the 2020s. Let me know what your favorites were!

beach house - depression cherry (2015)

This album made my xx-loving, emo/indie girl lifestyle feel so validated. Beach House songs tend to have a certain air of nostalgia, melancholy and hopefulness, but the airy, unique tracks on Depression Cherry are in an emotional universe of its own.

Faves: 10:37, Space Song, PPP

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the garden – haha (2015)

The Garden was my favorite band for the first half of high school. Every single album they put out creates a new ethos, with the Shears twins’ method acting supporting it all the way through. The Vada Vada universe was made whole when haha came out (I'm also probably biased because I was at their album release show lol). This is one of their most defining albums as an act that is constantly breaking molds and standards. Although that sounds contradictory, haha truly set the Garden apart as a band slightly outside of the “Burger Records” scene forming around that time, materializing the Vada Vada aesthetic into our dimension.

Faves: This House Can Build a Home, Crystal Clear, Gift

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death grips – the money store (2012)

Death Grips was my favorite band for the second half of high school. MC ride's gritty vocals/screaming paired with Andy and Zach's tight musicianship has been what makes death grips so powerful, album after album. This release in particular employs a more synthy-electronic vibe to its tracks, which may make it more accessible, but also more unique among their discography.

Faves: Hustle Bones, Hacker, The Fever (Aye Aye)

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US Girls - in a poem unlimited (2018)

Every track on this album makes me want to dance. The sensual vocals over the vintage-tinged instrumentals make US Girls a go-to for me. Some tracks go super hard while others are more sensitive; but either track you choose to listen to will make you feel like a badass.

Faves: M.A.H., Incidental Boogie, L-Over

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japanese breakfast - soft sounds from another planet (2017)

This beautiful and heartfelt album takes me back to my early college days, when I first started up at KUCI! Michelle Zauner’s emotional traumas are exposed in her first release Psychopomp, which was meant to be her only album. After some growth and learning, though, this album was created and showcases an evolution; it explores the same themes of mortality, fame, and love through a more mature angle, without compromising her child-like raw emotionalism.

Faves: Diving Woman, Road Head, Machinist, Boyish

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parquet courts - wide awake! (2018)

Political, poetic and emotional, Wide Awake! is a study of masculinity, relationships, and war in a weirdly fluorescent light (their album cover is the most fitting one I've ever seen). Andrew Savage is just a genuine dude with a shy aloofness that makes his scream signing all the more endearing. They use cowbells and talk about Alan Turing-- what else could I ask for?

Faves: Before the Water Gets Too High, Almost Had to Start a Fight/In and Out of Patience, Normalisation, Wide Awake

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french vanilla - french vanilla (2017)

This album changed my mind about riot grrl. Although their music is a bit more organized, almost neurotically, and much more instrumentally formal, French Vanilla takes the wailing vocals and angry lyrics the riot grrl genre was partly known for and made a beast of it's own. I love them.

Faves: Honesty, Carrie, Evolution Heavy Handed

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little dragon - ritual union (2011)

Little Dragon was one of those bands along with Crystal Castles, Blonde Redhead and others, that were the foundation of my music taste during the formative years of my life. I can’t explain more about the album without spoiling it; it’s just a lovely journey to take.

Faves: Little Man, Brush the Heat, Shuffle a Dream, Crystalfilm

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khruangbin - the universe smiles upon you (2015)

Call it easy listening for hipsters if you want, but Khruangbin is one of the few bands I know where I can truthfully say I like every single track they put out. Their energy is infectious and seeing them live changed me for the better!

Faves: Dern Kala, White Gloves People Everywhere (Still Alive)

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mitski - bury me at makeout creek (2014)

Although Retired from Sad, New Career in Business holds a very special place in my heart, Mitski's junior release, Bury Me at Makeout Creek, is one of Mitski's most powerful and vulnerable albums. Her exploration of genre, sound, and identity are tangible, though admittedly not as much as her art school debut, Lush. Every track still experiments with poetry and taps into a new wound, but she sounds more confident in herself this time around. Where her sophomore album was a piano-ridden set of ballads, this album is much heavier with bass-heavy love songs, leaving listeners with a distinctly different taste in their mouths. Her Joni Mitchell-esque mania makes me cry and dance just the right amount. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Faves: Townie, First Love/Late Spring, Francis Forever, I Dont Smoke, Drunk Walk Home, Last Words of a Shooting Star... so like all of them (oh and Class of 2013 from Retired from Sad belongs here too, same energy)

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honorable mentions:

show me the body - body war (2016) I officially became a cool e-kid when I went to my first show me the body show. Their new album is great too, but this ones a classic. (Listen to Tight SWAT when you’re angry, or not angry enough).

autolux – PUSSY’S DEAD (2016) This genre-defying album was the soundtrack to the end of my high school career. Every moody lyric and punchy drum beat had me feeling like Bella Swan in the second half of Twilight.

sasami – SASAMI (2019) I'm so very moved by every heart wrenching song on this album. That’s all.

Kadhja Bonet - Childqueen (2018) Beautiful neo-soul with a classic edge.

MGMT – Little Dark Age (2018) One of the best comeback albums ever.

Anderson .Paak – all of his releases He was my top artist of 2019, whoops.

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movedyourchair505 · 5 years

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Napule Nights - ventuno

This is a bit of a shameless excuse to focus on Mr. Miles Kane, but I promise the next chapter is one I have been planning since I started writing this story and it will be worth this little filler. Thanks to Elana again for helping me!! xx

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In opposition to what Jade had hoped for, a security guard unknown to her came to her suite the next day, informed her that she would be meeting Serena, not Turner, to discuss business, plan another job he'd set up for her and while she couldn't hide her disappointment, she was glad that at least she'd be preoccupied.

The slight buzz of booze and lust had worn off, and she was slowly but gradually growing more and more aware of Turner's shift in behaviour, how he'd made sure that she was okay back at the meeting, how he'd given her instantly what she wanted and kept his teasing to a minimum, had made sure she felt good beyond his own pleasure, had praised her for doing a good job.

She followed the henchman to Serena's office, was then led inside and to her disappointment spent several hours discussing a job she would have to do the next day and while it was nowhere near as risky as anything she'd done before, it required a lot more background knowledge about the business and the plans, insight she knew she only deserved now after proving to Turner that she was not entirely useless when it came to working for him and she tried to pay as close attention as she could while simultaneously trying to push the recollection of the previous night to the back of her mind, trying her hardest to stay professional and not give into the temptation of thinking about Turner's hands on her, knowing she would get too worked up too quickly and she didn't know how long she would be in the company of others.

Confident that she'd be able to do the job successfully if she remembered everything, she left the office and was brought right back to her suite, left on her own before she could even ask about Turner, or if he wanted to see her and after she'd eaten and been given more paperwork to go through, she doubted it would even happen and the more time passed, the more convinced she grew that Turner regretted his actions, was purposely avoiding her but she tried to tell herself that he was just busy, that he had other obligations, that she would see him the next day but it pained her to think about all the progress being diminished, of the distance and the time making it all seem unreal, and that they would be back to where they were before.

The description of the following job had left no room for Turner's presence and she was brought to the location of the meeting by the same security man from the previous day as soon as she'd gotten ready, followed the plan all the way down to its every detail, all the while secretly hoping that if she wouldn't get to see Turner, he at least would hear that she'd done a good job. For a moment she even toyed with the idea of making a mistake purposely, knowing she would have to justify herself.

But ultimately, she knew that that would only make things worse in terms of his attitude towards her because she had his trust now and she knew better than to ruin it again and the day passed without so much as a mention of his name by his security and Serena when she briefly met her after, once again too short and too focused on the job to even ask about Turner and by the end of it, she was not only frustrated that she hadn't seen him, but also physically ached to just see his face, see that smug half-smile, feel his hands on her, her body didn't hurt as much anymore as it had the day before, she needed more, it was always like he'd never touched her but the memory was vivid, she couldn't have made the incredible pleasure he'd made her feel up if she tried. She would never forget the way he made use of his every movement to make sure she would remember him, remember where he'd been, where he'd marked and played with her, seeking to dominate her completely.

She dragged out her shower in the evening longer than necessary, touched and fucked herself on her favourite toy until she could no longer think straight, her desperate moans echoing off the walls, indulging in the delicious memories of Turner fucking her into that state of bliss she was now chasing, blurring them with hopeful fantasies but nothing could come close to the way he handled her body, no toy stretched her as roughly, no orgasm she evoked in herself was a match to the mess he reduced her to, held her down and took her mercilessly.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, surrounded by a blissful scent of her rich body lotion and wrapped up in only the silk gown – one of the few things in the suite she'd grown to love – removing her towel from her head to let her hair fall down her back, seeking to put on a soft set of lingerie to sleep in and maybe continue soothing her desperate desire for now, the blur of her delight's afterglow was interrupted by the deep sound of someone clearing their throat, making her freeze in her step, the heavy smell of sweet cologne lingering.

On the edge of the end of her bed, one leg resting on the other, one arm propped on the silk sheets sat Kane, shiny merlot suit, fresh tan, scratching at the stubble on his chin, regarding her inquisitively. “Evenin', bella” he drawled, pushing himself forward and adjusting his sitting position, elbows resting on his knees, folding his heavily jeweled hands.

She swallowed hard, the nonchalant expression on his face, how confidently he conducted himself despite the situation fuelling her to not show any trace of discomfort or surprise. It was more his casual demeanor with which he carried himself that irritated her than anything else that made her not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her thrown off.

“Well, fook” he continued. “Natural fookin' beauteh, aren't you?”

She raised her eyebrows at him, crossing her arms in front of her chest, her breasts threatening to spill over the loose tie of the robe. “Kane, what are you doing here?”

He licked his lips. “You're comin' out wif meh” he declared with a shrug of his shoulders. “And you'll wear this.”

Her eyes followed the nod of his head, gesturing to a dress spread out beside him on the bed and she tilted her head to side. “That's a work dress.”

Miles shrugged, looking back at her, patient, unimpressed, held her gaze until she relaxed her shoulders and stepped forward to pick up the dress, the white white fabric sheer, see-through everywhere except her bust and crotch, completely backless and held together only with a series of thin diamanté straps, a large slit at the side of her thigh that with like any pole-dancing dress allowed the right amount of space to move while also leaving up just the tiniest bit of her body up to imagination. The neckline was low, the dress tight and suggestive.

“Be right back” she stated before retreating to the bathroom after picking up a thong from her drawer, leaving the door ajar when he already spoke again. “Got quite a collection in tha' drawer there, dun't you?”

She rolled her eyes, scolding herself mentally for being surprised because if he'd gone through her work dresses, he'd also gone through the other stuff. It wasn't like she'd expected any privacy anyway, she was positive that every day when the suite was empty, someone did a security sweep, so this was really no different.

“Are men so dissatisfactoreh teh you?”

She smiled to herself, pulling on the dress and adjusting it on the curves of her body before she began to brush her hair. “For the most part.”

A low chuckle was audible from the other room, a shift on the bed. “Were gunna go eat at one of Al's restaurants, you're 'ungreh, reyht?”

“Sounds good” she called back, stepping close to the mirror and beginning to take care of her skin before starting on her make up. “I'll be ready in a few minutes.”

She heard a huff from him, then he spoke before she could question his reaction. “Never fail teh amaze meh, do you?”

She lined her lips, applied powers to all the right places. “Scusi?”

“Are you sayin' tha' all of … you just 'appens?”

Jade laughed, sprayed her face and combed her hair to fall straight down her back, then stepped out, taking immense pleasure in the way Kane's indifferent expression morphed into one of utter fascination, but refused to let it show, reveling in the feeling while walking to her close and pulling out a fur shawl and pulling it on, effortlessly transforming the suggestive work dress into a tasteful evening look. She was now secretly hoping that she would see Turner, that this was the nature of Kane's visit and she quickly glamourized her look with a rose gold necklace and several rings.

“Now weh match, bella” Kane announced, pointing to her, then his own look, his white shirt matching her dress, the fur the colour of his suit.

“Don't get too excited” she said as she picked up her small bag and walked past him, her heels clicking on the floor and she pushed the door open, holding it out for them, smiling to herself when Miles jumped to his feet and crossed the room, holding his arm out for her.

The way to the restaurant took only slightly longer than it would have to the club and Jade tried to memorize the way but before she knew it, they were sat at “Al's usual table”, located right by the window, the second floor of the building hovering right over the ocean by the harbour, the two security guards Kane had taken to the car with them close by. The chairs and tables were dark wood, the music soft and mellow and the inside of the restaurant bright, tiny lights all over illuminating the room in contrast to the dark skies outside, the crescent moon reflecting in the water below the horizon.

Kane waved a waiter over instantly, not bothering even picking up his menu. “Two of me usual, yeh?”

Jade held back a comment, deciding to just go with whatever he was doing, she had enough money, she wasn't a picky eater, but before Miles could patronise her meal order, she opened the menu, flicking through it.

“It's on me, by the weh, get anehfin' you want, bella...” He chimed in, interrupting her studying of the menu and he smirked when she looked up, giving her a wink. “Wha' a proper vero gentiluomo does on a date.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “This is not a date, Kane.”

Miles chuckled, giving a slight shake of his head, looking out at the view and scratching at his chin. “Nah, tha'd beh too easy, innit? Not wha' you're after...”

She licked her lips, too curious to deny him the satisfaction of asking. “What do you mean?”

“Datin' meh” he responded, looking back at her. “Would beh too easeh for you. Wouldn't beh after Al if you wanted easeh.”

“Well, you know all about that, don't you?”

The glint of playfulness in his eyes turned into amusement and he leaned back in his chair, giving a chuckle. “Reyht...” he said.

Jade shut her menu and put it down abruptly, waving to the waiter herself now. “I'd like the Bay Eel” she announced, repeating the name of the dish she'd found at the far end of the menu which was not coincidentally the most expensive as well.

Miles sucked in a breath, but chuckled, gave her a look of approval, smug and as if tipping his hat to her. “And I'll 'ave the lobster frittata, per favore. And would you 'urreh wif our drinks?”

“Yes, Mr. Kane, they will be with you in just a moment” the waiter assured him before excusing himself.

Miles gave a nod, then focused his full attention back on Jade. “I 'eard ya did a good job today” he said, leaning forward over the table with his elbow resting on the top.

She raised her eyebrows at him. “Cut the crap, Kane” she sighed.

“Wha'?” He asked, tilting his head to the side and looking back at her, confused. “Wha' do you mean, bella?”

“Oh, please. You're not telling me you don't have ulterior motives. What could have possibly made you decide to spend the evening with me instead of Turner?”

Miles blinked a few times, staring back at her. “Well, Al's in San Marino.”

Her eyes widened, her posture faltering and she couldn't conceal her surprise this time. “He's away?”

Kane nodded, shrugging matter-of-factly. “Joost for a few days” he said.

“What's in San Marino?” She asked, unable to keep her curiosity to herself now.

“Business” he responded. “He's … oh, alreyht!” He called, interrupting himself when the waiter brought their drinks, placing a colourful cocktail in front of them each. “Let's 'ave it.” He picked up his cocktail and lifted the glass over the table.

Jade lifted her own glass and turned it to figure out its contents. “What's this?” She questioned.

“It's a Candeh Kane” Miles smirked proudly.

She stared back at him blankly, inhaling slowly. “Candy Kane?” She repeated in monotone, but it didn't wipe the excitement of the boyish face staring right back at her.

“Cin cin, bella!”

She caved and let out a breath, moving her glass to meet his and staring back into his eyes before taking a sip, grimacing instantly. “That is...” She swallowed hard. “A very fitting name.”

Miles grinned, raking his fingers through his short hair. “So” he drawled. “D'ya ever dance for meh?”

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Well, have you ever been to my club?” She asked.

“All the fookin' time” he said, an expression of exaggerated offense spreading across his face. “Lana's me favourite.”

Jade couldn't help but smile, nodding. “Yeah, she's lovely” she said, once again realising that she had been too worried about going out publicly to see her friends at the club.

“Sheh makes sum bloodeh good cappuccino as well.”

She laughed, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Wha'?” He smirked.

“Seems everyone in this city has either slept with you or would like to.”

Kane cackled, adjusting the gold watch around his wrist as he held her gaze. “Is tha' wha' me reputation is?”

“Well” she said. “That and the stories about you and Turner.”

He waved it off, shaking his head. “Well, weh've been over tha', 'aven't weh?” He asked, discarding the topic before Jade could even respond. “Fookin' shocker 'bout Vittorio, weren't it?”

Jade tensed slightly, realising that Turner must have told him about their conversation in the car but deciding instantly she had to be sure before she would share. “What do you mean?”

Kane shrugged. “Well, 'e won't beh out of the 'ospital anehtime soon” he said absently, looking out at the ocean again. “Were a louseh shag anehweh.”

Her eyes grew wider at his words, glad he hadn't noticed her surprise and she took a sip of the awful cocktail to hide her reaction. She was unsure now if he'd meant to share new information with her, or if he'd assumed she already knew but then again, she was allowing herself to jump to conclusions, there might not have been a connection and she was too prideful to ask in case she was wrong, trying desperately to change the subject herself now, relieved when their food arrived and she dug right in to avoid any more conversation until his mind would have drifted as well.

The restaurant had become more busy, she could sense a view heads turning to watch them, certain that no matter who people were looking at, it was because of their association with Turner, but she tried to not allow herself too much speculation once again, instead focusing on the spectacular view, the rich flavour of the food, finishing the cocktail dutifully before calling the waiter over again, ordering a glass of cognac.

“You not put off yet?” Kane asked, swallowing and licking his lips, his shiny eyes fixating on her face once again.

“Put off by what exactly?” She questioned.

He shrugged. “This fing you've gotten pulled inteh. Can beh intimidatin', reyht?”

She leaned back. “What do you actually know about me, Kane?”

A smirk played around the corners of his mouth and he shoved in some more food, wiggling his eyebrows at her. “More than you fink, bella. And anehfin' I dunno I can easileh find out.”

“Or you could ask me” she shrugged, welcoming her drink when the waiter brought it over and taking a big sip. “I'm not a huge fan of rumours.”

He cackled, shaking his head. “Reyht” he drawled. “Is Al satisfyin' ya then?”

She blinked, parting her lips, then blinking again, pondering with a good response. “Scusi?”

“Well, 's not too late teh jump on the Kane train, bella.”

Jade huffed, couldn't suppress a small laugh, shaking her head at him again. “Has that line ever worked?”

He rolled his eyes. “I'm not tryin' teh get in your pantehs, luv. Joost tryin' teh 'ave gal talk wif ya.”

“Well, Kane” she said, licking her lips as she swallowed the last of her food, intrigued as she leaned closer to him over the table. “Why don't you tell me about the last time you were satisfied?”

#napule nights #alex turner fic #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fanfiction #miles kane #The Last Shadow Puppets #arctic monkeys #adt #alex/jade #mafia!al #mafia au #writing #alex turner #alex turner/oc

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presleepthoughts · 5 years

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okay so, one based on twenty one pilot's song smithereens?

Man, this prompt has been in my inbox since last year (Haha) 😂 Sorry I love bad jokes, please don’t scroll away.

For serious tho, thanks guys for sticking around. This is my first fanfic in 2019 and hopefully there is more to come. As long as you want me around.

I have a bit of a new rule for the new year, though.

Guys, I have only one song-fic left in my inbox and I will write that one, but after that I will not accept anymore.

I used to like writing them but after a while it became annoying and boring. Usually the lyrics says it all and I would like to leave it at that.

So please, don’t send them to me anymore. And thank you.

Now onto the fic 😉

The strange scent of mixed cigarette and artificial smoke from the smoke machine left a weird taste in her mouth. Or maybe it was the cheap vodka shot that she couldn’t get away from nor she wanted to. It succeed in its purpose to get her tipsy, not quite drunk yet but definitely putting her on the right path.

Tapping her finger on the rim of her glass to the beat of the song, Beca glanced around the darkened room, her eyes squinting trying to see through the flashing lights. The all too familiar scenes of a typical bar in New York City left her smiling to herself.

You’ve got your young couple on the dance floor grinding vigorously against each other or messily making out in the corner. The regular old guy drinking away his problems and whining to the bartender. The bachelorette party with too much pink and dick decoration to count. And of course, the girl who’s just there to dance.

And tonight that girl was Chloe Beale.

The girl who barged into her shower literally the second time they met and demanded that she audition to a lame a capella team the Barden Bellas. The girl who pulled her closer and whispered at Initiation Night party that they were going to be fast friends. The girl who defended her - and believed in her - time and time again when nobody else did.

She was her best friend. And if Beca would be honest with herself for once in her life, she would admit that Chloe was more.

But for now, until Beca finally found the courage to change it, that remained Chloe’s label.

Her eyes instantly found her, dancing on the dance floor with Aubrey, smiling from ear to ear, having the time of her life. Beca was unable to tear her gaze away, being captivated by the way her hips moved, by the way her fingers slipped into her hair, exposing a flash of skin that begged to be kissed…

Beca cleared her throat and took a sip of her vodka, the alcohol ironically giving her a moment of clarity. Turning back to the table, the rest of the Bellas were chatting happily with each other, each drunker than the last. Except for Cynthia Rose who was starting straight at her with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk on her lips.

Fuck. She was caught doing… whatever she was doing. Beca swallowed in reflex before putting on her famous poker face. “What?”

Cynthia Rose’s smirk deepened seeing Beca’s reaction. “What are you looking at?” She paused. “Or better yet…who are you looking at?”

The brunette pursed her lips together and stubbornly turned away, refusing to answer the question which turned out to be a mistake because her eyes automatically locked on Chloe again. Cynthia Rose followed her gaze and Beca watched as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before a slight surprise settled on her face. Beca’s heart beat out of her chest at the thought of being called out and she squeeze her drink between her hands, the denial already on her tongue.

Cynthia Rose looked back at her and Beca waited with bated breath. But the girl’s eyes softened around the edges and she nodded at Beca like there was nothing out of ordinary.

“Makes sense.”

Beca pulled her head so far back, she thought she was going to break her spine.

But she didn’t have enough time to actually process what happened because suddenly Aubrey appeared at the table, slightly panting with a few of her locks sticking to her forehead but smiling happily.

“Somebody come dancing with me!” She screamed excitedly, grabbing at Stacie tugging on her arm. Beca furrowed her eyebrow.

“Where’s Chloe?”

“She went to get more drinks.”

Beca whipped her head toward the bar on the right side of the room, eyes searching for the familiar color of red before finding her, bending over the bar and talking to the bartender. Beca didn’t know why but she sighed in relief and relaxed back in her chair…

Until somebody stepped up to Chloe and put his hand on her lower back. Beca watched as Chloe flinched and straightened up, looking up at the guy. Beca couldn’t see her expression because her back was turned to her, but the guy’s smirk made Beca clinch her fist tightly.

She couldn’t describe the feeling that came over her but she stood up quickly and cut through the bar, ignoring the Bellas confused reaction. She pushed people out of her way, not taking her eyes off of Chloe for a second. As she reached the pair, the guy took a step closer.

“ - on, let me buy you a drink.” He smiled cheekily. “I just want to talk.”

Chloe shook her head and smiled awkwardly. “No, thanks. My friends are waiting for me.”

The guy pointed one finger in the air. “Just one drink. I can’t let a pretty girl like you pass me by.”

Chloe opened her mouth but Beca’s confident voice stopped her.

“I think she said no, man.”

She spun around and couldn’t hide the relief in her eyes as Beca strolled up beside her. The brunette’s stare was cold and hard as she sized up the guy in front of her. He was easily twice her size, 6ft tall with broad shoulders but Beca couldn’t care less.

He staggered back slightly at the unexpected interruption but regained his confidence before he smirked.

“And who are you?

Beca stepped in front of Chloe. “None of your business. Just leave her alone. She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

The brunette felt Chloe’s fingers slip around her wrist, tugging on it gently. “Beca, no…”

The guy laughed in disbelieve. “I think she can make her own decisions, man.” He said before focusing on Chloe. “Come on, baby…let’s ditch her and have some fun.”

Now, normally Beca was cool and collected. She tried not to get worked up over little things like the state of the Bella house after a big party or a failed exam but when somebody messed with her family, especially Chloe…that was a different story.

So when he made the mistake of stepping closer and reaching out with every intention of grabbing Chloe by the shoulder, Beca snapped. She started panting heavily and she wasn’t really thinking when she drew back her fist and threw it out with all of her power, hitting the guy right on the jaw.

Chloe yelped and froze as he stumbled back and grabbed his jaw in his hands, eyes widening in surprise at the attack. None of them noticing a big crowd forming around them.

Beca heard the crack her fingers made but she couldn’t feel it as the adrenaline pumped through her veins. She was gonna feel that tomorrow.

“You stupid bitch.” He murmured as his eyes changed, flashing anger at Beca and moved towards her quickly with his fist raised. Now the redhead really tried to get her moving away as she shouted but Beca remained in place, ready to fight.

But just before he made the contact, security appeared behind him and hooked their arms around his waist, holding him back. The guy started yelling, spitting everywhere angrily as they carried him out of the club.

As soon as he disappeared through the crowd, Beca’s posture fell as her brain caught up with her actions. Her body started shaking as she calmed down and her hand throbbed. Suddenly worried, ocean blue eyes came into her view and Beca started to smile like an idiot.

“Oh my God, are you okay?!” Chloe demanded worriedly and pushed her backwards until Beca’s legs collided with a bar stool and she sat down, still slightly out of it.

Chloe grabbed her hand and pulled it closer to her face and winced at the sight. Her knuckles were all bruised up and bleeding and her middle and pointing finger turning blue quickly.

“Can you, maybe, get me some ice, please?” She asked the bartender and he nodded, swiftly returning with an ice-pack and handing it to Chloe.

The redhead placed it on her knuckles as gently as possible but Beca still hissed at the pain.

Chloe puffed angrily. “That’s what you get for punching a guy twice your size.”

Beca didn’t say anything, knowing Chloe was right but not willing to admit it.

Chloe watched the ice-pack for a second before she slowly raised her eyes up to Beca’s and looked deep into them.

“What were you thinking?”

Beca shook her head. “I wasn’t.”

Chloe bit her bottom lip and sighed. “I can see that. Beca…” her voice softened. “he could’ve hurt you really bad. I don’t know what I would’ve done if…if…” She shook her head and let the sentence hang between them. “I was scared.”

Beca closed her eyes, feeling a different kind of pain.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

Chloe sighed tiredly and pulled the ice-pack of Beca’s fingers and surprised the brunette when she placed a feather like kiss on her skin.

“Just…don’t do that ever again.”

Beca’s eyes bore into hers, hoping that she saw everything that she was too scared to say out loud. Chloe’s breath caught in her throat.

For you, I would.

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aubrey-plaza · 6 years

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Do I Wanna Know?

so ever since I got this ask my brain has been screaming ‘triplet shenanigans’ but actually, how about a super wacky off the wall sci-fi canon-bend where Aubrey and Stacie go out for dinner in the city and when they come back, all the remaining Bellas have been turned into 3 year olds.

I wouldn’t even know how or why but literal definition of the word SHENANIGANS.

Beca, sulky and moody and averse to Aubrey’s authority, constantly doing the exact opposite of what is being asked of her.

Beca tries to resist time-out after she kicks over the makeshift dinner table for the kids and sends food flying everywhere, and she tries to run away but she’s 3 and tiny and Aubrey easily wraps an arm around her middle and hoists her out of the room towards her bedroom to put her in time-out. “You can come out when you’re ready to apologise,” Aubrey says in a fair but firm voice and Beca just yells back “NEVER!” but then 30 minutes later (and Aubrey owes Stacie money because she’d bet that it would take at least an hour), Beca makes her way downstairs and stands in front of where Aubrey and Stacie are sitting on the couch, her hands clasped in front of her body and eyes downcast, and says “I’m sorry. Can I please come back?” and she crawls onto the couch next to Stacie when they nod.

Chloe, happy, upbeat, and energetic, a nightmare to get to sleep at night.

“Chloe, bedtime!” Stacie calls out and the girl turns to her with the most amazing pout Stacie has ever seen in her life, bright blue eyes shining as she puts on a sad puppy dog look that seems more powerful than its adult counterpart. “No negotiation, everybody’s already in bed,” Stacie says firmly and Chloe looks even more devastated as she packs up her tea set and lets Stacie lead her up the stairs. They have to read her five bedtime stories and sing her to sleep and even then, Chloe’s still wide awake an hour later, practically bouncing off the wall and Stacie wants to cry because she wants to sleep so she just curls up in bed with Chloe and holds the girl until they’re both fast asleep.

Amy, loud, boisterous, energy of a thousand suns, surprisingly not a handful.

Aubrey figures out pretty quickly that the trick to keeping Amy from absolutely wrecking the house is to give her constant, changing attention and/or things to do. Aubrey keeps Amy by her side all day, doesn’t dare take her eyes off the girl for one second and she cheats by keeping Amy busy by handing over her iPad and letting her go wild on all the games. She messes up one day when Stacie, in a fit of madness, pulls her into the hallcloset “for five minutes of rest and us-time” and when they emerge, Beca is stuck upside down against the wall with duct tape and the perpetrators are nowhere to be found and Beca is screaming bloody murder.

“Patricia!” Aubrey calls out loudly and the girl is almost shaking as she stands in front of Aubrey. “Did you have anything to do with this?” Aubrey asks, voice giving no room for jokes or lying and Amy nods once while looking at the floor. “No more screentime for you for the rest of the day,” Aubrey says and she looks ready to protest the punishment when Aubrey adds, “I can easily make that a week.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Cynthia Rose, oddly quiet toddler who enjoys helping out. Stacie gives her tasks to do around the house and she happily does them, singing softly to herself as she picks up toys or helps Aubrey crack eggs for breakfast. Usually the instigator of improptu Bellas dance sessions.

Lilly, absolute terror: “Lilly, put that knife down right now!” “Lilly don’t you dare poke that wall socket!” “WHERE is Lilly?” “WHY IS LILLY HANGING FROM THE LIGHT FIXTURE?!” Just fuckin… does her own thing man, you can’t control her. Aubrey and Stacie give up around day 4 and make a pact with Lilly that she only has to bathe once a day and sleep for a minimum of 10 hours and eat 3 meals of which one has vegetables and she agrees and they leave her be.

Flo, just, non-stop Spanish. They can’t figure out a word she says, nothing makes sense, just a wall of words completely in Spanish. Stacie tries to use Google Translate, but Flo is 3 years old so her language doesn’t make sense. Help.

Ashley and Jessica, inseparable. Holding each other 24/7 as they try to figure out the big scary world and the insanity of the rest of the Bellas. Actually, really great kids. Stacie just has to put on a soft voice and crouch down to their level when asking something and they nod and do it. Easily entertained with crayons and juice pouches.

On the 5th day, the wrangle the kids into the car and take them to a playground and let them loose on the world and Aubrey and Stacie have their first moment of peace and they slump against each other on the bench, Aubrey’s eyes already sliding close with exhaustion as Stacie takes a deep breath.

A few hours later, previously hungry and chanting kids quieted down by Aubrey caving in and buying McDonald’s, they’re urging them into the house, breaking up a growling session between Amy and Beca over a tiny Pikachu toy, Flo perched on Aubrey’s hip and half asleep with her arms looped around Aubrey’s neck, Stacie holding onto Ashley and Jessica and Lilly and Cynthia Rose trailing them, chattering over their Happy Meal toys.

There’s a knock on the door literally a second after Stacie closes it behind them and she does a quick headcount to make sure they have all the kids as Aubrey ushers them into the living room. She opens the front door and the first thing she sees in an FBI badge.

“We hear you have a couple of adult 3 year olds,” the agent says and Stacie closes the door behind her as she steps out onto the porch and talks to the Special Agents.

They give her a small bottle and instruct her to give each child a teaspoon and tells her that they’ll wake up in the morning back to their original form without any recollection of the events and Stacie’s wary until the short, redhead woman hands her a folder with medical information.

She bids them goodbye, watches as the two bicker all the way to the car, smiling when the tall, brown-haired man bumps his head against the roof of the car getting in and the short woman laughs at him before handing him a bag of sunflower seeds.

Stacie skims the medical dossier and while she’s still hesitant, they can’t exactly leave the Bellas in toddler form so she goes inside and before she can even tell Aubrey who was at the door, she hears Beca angrily stomp up the stairs, Aubrey still holding onto Flo while she consoles a crying Jessica and Aubrey torns to her and mutters “Murder me, please” and Stacie laughs and makes the decision.

Ashley, Jessica, Cynthia Rose and Flo happily take the teaspoon of medicine, with a happy “it tastes like bubblegum!” from Jessica. Aubrey adds a teaspoon to Chloe’s nightly warm milk, and Amy tries to refuse on principle but Aubrey threatens to make her share a room with Lilly and she instantly opens her mouth. “Beca if you drink this I’ll let you kick anything you want for ten minutes tomorrow,” Stacie offers and Beca looks hesitant but she accepts the medicine. They don’t even try to trick Lilly into drinking it.

Bedtime routines done, Aubrey crawls into bed next to Stacie, eyes already half closed and they curl up together, Stacie wrapping an arm around her and tucking Aubrey in close to her.

“This better work,” Aubrey mumbles.

“I hope so too,” Stacie murmurs and then they’re both fast asleep.

They sleep in the next day and Aubrey wakes up well-rested and she shoots up when she glances at the clock and it says that it’s past 10am.

“They’re either all dead or adults again,” Stacie mumbles when Stacie wakes her up.

They get dressed and go downstairs, find Chloe, Flo and Cynthia Rose watching a movie on the couch and Beca, Fat Amy and Jessica sat at the kitchen bar while Ashley whips up breakfast, Lilly nowhere to be found.

All back in their adult bodies.

“Hey, morning sleepyheads!” Flo says and Stacie frowns, confused by why she feels so sad all of a sudden.

“Breakfast?” Ashley offers, pointing to a plate of pancakes.

“She even made one with apples the way you like,” Jessica says, and then frowns, mutters to herself, “How do I know that?”

It’s weird to hang out with the regular Bellas again and Aubrey doesn’t have to say anything for Stacie to know that she agrees.

Lilly comes down later that afternoon and Aubrey and Stacie exchange a glance because they could swear she seems a few inches taller than before and when Stacie rifles through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, she finds the small bottle of liquid completely empty.

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Baba - Sex Tape

For @alicevaski

Sex tape between OC and Baba

Roleplaying of a maid, masturbation, oral, sex, sex tape

NSFW and Smut below

“I can not believe you talked me into this!” You face was flushed red with embarrassment as your fingers toyed with them of your maids outfit.

“It will be amazing, I promise my princess, besides it’s just for my eyes only to keep me company when I’m away,” Baba chuckles, setting up the camera on the dressing table, it was centre aligned to the bed. How had this man talked you into making a sex tape?

“Right it’s set up princess,” He says as he rubs his hands together before turning to admire you, your face flushed slightly. “Don’t worry, it’s just like every time, only time theres something to record our love,”. He places a sweet kiss to your lips before positioning himself off camera.

Taking it as your cue, you walk in-front of his bed, bending down giving the camera a view of your skirt rising up your thighs, slightly peeking at your none pantie cover behind.

“Well, hello there,” Mitsu hummed, standing at your side, his head focused on your ass.

“Oh, Mr. Baba, I’m just finishing and then I’ll be getting off,” You reply as practised, your hips moving forward as you fiddled with his sheets.

“I’d be more than happy to, get you off,” He replies as a finger traces up your exposed thighs. It took all your might not to laugh at the corny line.

“Oh, I’m sure a big, strong, man like you could get me off, sir,” Throwing your head over your shoulder, your voice purring for him. He hand ran under your skirt and softly grabbed your ass.

“I have a meeting to attend but I can be back in a few moments, think you could wait to get off til then?” He says as you stand up, turning to him and wrapping his tie around your finger.

“Hurry back, or I might get off by myself, sir,” You purred, Babas erection growing against your thigh. The plot was to be a naughty maid who gets caught pleasuring herself in his bed, this is what he desperately wanted and you were going to give it to him. As he left off camera, you muttered to yourself how you wished he could come back sooner, before you sat on his bed. You ran your hands down the skin tight uniform on you, one hand peeking under the top to fondle your breast, the other mimicking Baba’s movements from seconds ago on your thighs. You let out a light cry as your hands tug your nipples under your dress, your fingertips grazing over your wet folds. You lay back on his bed, your palms of your feet pressed to the bed with you legs spread and bent at the knee, giving the camera a clear view of your slick folds.

Baba was turned on most when watching you pleasure yourself, watching you touch yourself and mewing his name. You felt the heat rising as your fingers began to toy with your clit, making a circular motion with 2 fingers whilst your other hand comes down to dive a finger into your wet core. You moaned heavily in pleasure, although you loved Mitsu touching you, sometimes you knew what your body wanted most. You got lost in your own pleasure, fingers delving in and out of you as you rubbed your clit in the same pace, moans of spewing from your mouth. You forgot Baba was there watching you, he had so turned on he had to put his hand into trousers and pumped himself watching you in pleasure.

“Oh~Oh! Fuck!” You cried out, you feeling the core inside you tighten and you tensed around your fingers. Your back arched and your feet dug into the mattress as you came over your fingers, whimpering slightly at the sensation. You had only meant to tease yourself before Baba walked in, but he was so caught up in watching you he had forgotten. You softly panted, removing your fingers from your core, they was glistening with your essence.

“Well, someone got off early,” Baba smirked as he came back in front of you. Without a word he leaned down and sucked your fingers clean.

“Your so sweet, I must taste you,” With that he grabbed your waist and turned you sideways so your body lay horizontally in front of the camera. He ripped the fabric of your dress open, exposing your breast as his hands gripped your waist, bringing his head to settle between your thighs. His tongue delved between you slits, lapping your sweetness up and commenting how sweet you was. Your back arched off the bed and your hands gripped to his head, crying out as your overly sensitive nub was attacked with his tongue. Within minutes he had you panting and shaking under him, your body relishing in your second orgasm. His chin listened with your essence as he pulled himself up over you.

“You’ve been so good to me sir, let me help you,” You panted as your hands flew to his belt. You helped him remove his clothes as you kissed, tasting yourself on the tip of his tongue. No matter how much you saw him naked, the length size of his cock always made you drool. He shuffled around with you so he was lying on the bed, his head handing off the bed, as you straddled him so the camera would be able to catch your body and face in all its glory.

You hovered over him before sinking down onto him, you nails digging into his chest and you let out a sharp moan, your back arching as he rubbed against your sweet spot inside. You took a minute before you moved, fearing if you did you could cum instantly. Baba could sense this and ever so lightly thrusted up, that burning feeling ran through your body down to your toes.

“Fuck, fuck~fuck!” You gasped as you curled over slightly, your thighs tensing as you came once more, unable to stop yourself.

“Christ princess,” Baba groaned under his breath as you clenched tightly around him, he had never seen you like this. He watched you pant over him before nodding slightly and reassuring him it was okay to move. You was beyond sensitive and struggled to move but Baba’s hands guided your hips and soon you was able to settle into a rhythm. The camera captured everything, the way your breasts bounced from the thrusts, the heavy moans, the appearing and reappearing of his cock inside you, the absolute bliss on your face. One of your hands reached up and entangled in your own hair as you grinded against him, the tightness inside you building up for one final time. Your tightening coaxing him in deeper and deeper until you physically cried from the pleasure, the moan not audible for anyone left your throat as you released around him. His cock twitched and came deep inside you, holding your hips tightly against him, your name leaving his lips.

“My, my princess, four times in such a short time, I’m so glad to have caught that glorious moment,” Baba teased as you lay in his arms, still panting from your comedown, unable to move as when you stood your legs collapsed.

“I think I had a better time during that, then you will watching it,” You teased back as he chuckled.

“I don’t think that's possible princess, no-one can enjoy you more than me,” And he kisses you softly.

---

“Bella, we’re going to watch that movie are you coming?” Ota yelled to you from the living room.

“Yeah, I’m just drying off, start it and I’ll join you,” You yelled back, wrapping the towel around your hair. Baba was away on business and the others were keeping you company. Baba had taken his dirty tape of you both with him to enjoy.

“What are we watching anyway?” You yelled but there was no response. Must be a good movie to shut them up. You rubbed your hair and threw on your pyjamas before you heard it, ‘I’d be more than happy to, get you off’.

“Noooo!” You yelled and darted into the living room, your face flustered as the men looked at the screen then you, then back to the screen. You searched frantically for the remote but it was too late, your dirty little scene had begun. But just before your little number started it had stopped.

“You and Baba made a sex tape!” Ota screamed like a little child.

“Why do you have this!” You cried, trying to find where the recording was plugged into.

“Idiot, it’s streaming virtually, Baba sent us this, we’d asked for him to send us something but clearly the oath sent this by mistake,” Eisuke smirked, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Can you not-” You pleaded but you were met with rounds of nopes and disapproval.

“Sorry kid, but it’s too intriguing not to play,” Mamoru chuckled. You sighed.

“Can you just wait until I’m out the room at least,” You whined and quickly left, hearing the sounds of you panting on the screen play, your face going scarlet. You had rang Baba who was furious over his mix up, trying to do all he could to get the video to stop, he had even called in a favour with someone to turn the power off for the Tres Spades, but it was too late, they’d seen it.

They all sat there in shock, no-one of them expected to see you there pleasuring yourself on screen, all of them getting hot under the collar.

“Holy shit did she just,”.

“Ew god someone skip the parts with Baba,”.

“No way is she going to again,”.

“Fuck me,”.

“Four times, she came four times,”.

“Did you see when she rode him! I’ve never seen a woman cum just from sitting on me,” “Your clearly doing something wrong then kid,”.

“Shut up, like it’s ever happened to you!”.

“He’s got a point boss, that has happened to none of us and we know it,”

By the time it had finished they all demanded personal copies before retreating to their rooms, you deep in all of their thoughts.

“Baba I’m so embarrassed, I dont think I can leave the room,” You whined down the phone.

“My princess, do not worry I have avenged you,” He chuckles. That night he sent a video of himself jerking off to the other bidders to implant in their brains with the following message, ‘You ever think of that tape again and I will send you more of these’. It was safe to say it worked, none of the bidders ever mentioned the tape again.

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My Melfest Rankings Or Discourse Or Whatever

this goes in order from least liked to most liked, also i can’t do cuts from my phone so this is gonna be long and i’m sorry — Road Trip – Ok. While it would be nice to see Sweden either sing in Swedish or send a novelty act…I don’t want it to be this one. It’s annoying and the live vocals aren’t great, and the car gimmick fails to draw me in. Also, why is this “DJ Hunk” just standing there? This overall confuses me and is one of the Melfest entries I can’t stand.

Vart Har Du Vart – I can see why this placed last. It’s nice that Sweden is trying something new, but this genre is not one I enjoy. That, plus Allyawan’s somewhat questionable live vocals, adds up to a not-nice rank both for me and in Melfest.

Du Får Inte Ӓndra På Mig – It’s certainly a sweet song, and they’re perfectly fine singers. But to be honest? This is dated and boring, and would have given Sweden its second non-qualifier.

Mitt Liv – It’s a perfectly good song, but with the contest already dominated by female ballads, this is the last thing Sweden wants to send (except maybe De Vet Du). It doesn’t have much build, either, and while I’m sure this would have done great in earlier Eurovisions, it simply doesn’t have the staying power to succeed in 2017. I appreciate the sparkly guitar though.

Boogieman Blues –I would love for this to go to Eurovision purely for the meme value. And while I love this kind of retro music and Owe seems like a cool dude, it seems a little off. I don’t know if something went wrong or what in the performance but it just didn’t seem to make a ton of sense.

I Don’t Give A – I have three main critiques about this one. First, what is she wearing? Second, seeing her face projected behind her is a little unnerving. Third, and most critically, the verse and the chorus sound like two different songs. I can tell why this got Andra Chansen - I think that Lisa is a very good vocalist and a good performer who is very likely to win Melfest in the near future but I strongly doubt this is her year. This is not a good song for her.

Amare – Oh Adrijana. What is a little Albanian girl doing singing in Swedish? I love her ballerinas and her stage presence - she’s really having a good time there - but this isn’t really a good… song. This sounds like something that my choir friends would listen to. That isn’t necessarily bad but it’s honestly not for me. I’d love to see Adrijana return with a different song, maybe one that sits a little higher in her range.

Good Lovin’ – Disclaimer: I had to watch the music video for this one and not the live performance. Like many of the finalists, this sounds almost like something I’d hear on the radio or at an acapella party. This kind of music is no fun at Eurovision. Not quite sure how I feel about the song itself. I feel like I expected a bit more and it didn’t give what I thought I’d get. (Edit: it’s also not memorable AT ALL. I can’t for the life of me remember even the chorus.)

Gotta Thing About You – I’m not quite sure why I hate this so much. Decent vocals and very good dancing…I should like it, right? Maybe it’s lyrics like “you make me wanna wag my tail” and “you got the goods I’ll be getting” that puts me off. Maybe it’s the genre. I don’t know. (Edit: this has kind of grown on me, but I still don’t like it very much.)

I Can’t Go On – Generic, radio friendly pop song. Nothing really special about this. I don’t think I like his whole singing backstage thing. Seems a little like trying too hard… but it went direkt til final so I guess it worked. Also, Robin comes across as kind of douchey to me.

Bound To Fall – Sheppard meets The Lumineers. It doesn’t quite work but this is something I’d want in my iTunes library nonetheless.

One More Night – It sounds like someone spliced Amanecer with To The Sky. It sounds nice though. I think one thing that didn’t really work in Dinah’s favor is that she kind of gives me a cool mom vibe? Which is great, but it doesn’t work for her as a performer right now, and makes this youthful pop song and especially the rapping seem kind of off. She seems a little too old for her own music if that makes any sense.

Hearts Align – I would have liked this song about two years ago. While the chorus is still pretty good, it’s not a standout and I’m pretty sure this won’t come out of Andra Chansen.

Up – One of the genres I wouldn’t ever think of competing in Melfest. Not the best vocals but a fun song itself. The roller skates were an unexpectedly nice touch.

Statements – First thing: love love love the dancing. The running bit in the second verse was a bit weird but beyond that the staging was my favorite part of the song. You really felt like you were in the world, you know? That having been said, I think there was a little too much going on in this song instrumentally. There are weird, random noises that take away from the song and honestly? I can see why this got Andra Chansen. Were it any other singer singing it, it wouldn’t have qualified. Loreen is an astounding vocalists but I think her fame is what really carried her through.

Kiss You Goodbye – Someone called this the Swedish answer to Shawn Mendes? I would agree, I think. I feel bad that he’s facing Loreen in Andra Chansen - against, say, FO&O or De Vet Du he’d definitely make it to the final. As it is, he has particularly low odds to win because he has the most difficult Andra Chansen duel. Poor man. Deserves better. I like his song. (Post-AC edit: I TOTALLY WASNT EXPECTING THAT. YOU GO ANTON HAGMAN)

Snurra Min Jord – Krista looks so great in that outfit and of course I remember her delightfully trashy number from 2013. She’s just an amazing performer. I love everything about this… except for the kaleidoscope effect, which REALLY puts me off the song. The song is a little too electro for my taste but overall I do like it a lot.

Himmel Och Hav – I unironically love this. As a musician, this is one of my favorite compositions in Melfest. It sounds epic - and this, I think, is his downfall, because it doesn’t sound like a Eurovision song, it sounds like it should be in a fantasy movie. I am also a little confused as to what he is wearing. I don’t think it’s traditional Sami, although I know Roger is part Sami, so that would be an explanation, but it sort of looks like China and Scandinavia got drunk and had a baby.

Gravity – She has a great voice, great presence, I love the red. I can’t find much fault with this beyond that the other songs are just better. One of the debutants I’d love to see return.

Running With Lions – Gosh I love her. She has to come back, ok??? Ok??? Her voice isn’t really my favorite ever but she is a good singer - just not to my taste. She seems super cute and if she ever wins Melfest you can catch me making a fanstagram.

När Ingen Ser – I’m not sure why everyone hates this - likely because it’s what knocked Alice out of the running, which I don’t think is super fair. This is pretty good. I’m especially impressed by the dancing. Another reason I like this so much is because Axel is one of those debutants who looks like he’s just having the time of his life up there, like Adrijana. I hope this beats Lisa Ajax in Andra Chansen. (Post-AC edit: i am SO SALTY that this didn’t qualify!!! He deserves the final way more than Lisa Snakejax. Peppapönk got treated to a whole rant earlier today.)

A Million Years – Another song where I couldn’t find the performance (odd, because I found Owe’s just fine), but I know this is the one where the dancers are kind of hanging from the ceiling. She has a good, very pure voice but the song is a little underwhelming. Nevertheless it’s well done and doesn’t sound too mainstream for Eurovision as is the problem with many Melfest entries.

Wild Child – I just love this woman. She emulates sass and her song this year is, characteristically, anthemic. Unlike with Dinah Nah, I have no trouble believing this song is the right song for her. I have no idea whether she’d do well or fail in Kiev because this song is just so unlike what you usually hear. I’m curious to see how the international audience would respond to this and I’d love to see her go to ESC soon.

As I Lay Me Down – WIKTORIA! She’s such a good performer and I love her style. My only thing with her is her voice. While she has energy and power, and is technically accurate, her voice is pushy and shouty and overall too aggressive for my taste. But she’s amazing enough at everything else that I sort of give her a pass for that.

En Värld Full Av Strider – This song sounds epic if you only listen to the chorus. There isn’t a real verse, or at least not so far as I can tell. Another one of those songs that sounds like it ought to be in a movie soundtrack.

Crucified – I love this. I made a vow to love Bella and Filippa when the artists were first revealed and they had the lowest odds…and they did NOT disappoint. Chorus is kinda repetitive and I honestly expected more harmonies but I love this shit. They are my precious children. Even though they’re like a year older than me. They’re still my daughters.

Her Kiss – Ok, what is it with me and ex-footballers? First Axel and now Boris, and I love them both. This song is just SO catchy, I love his voice, and I’m loving the performance too. I know this isn’t his year to win but I’m going to hope for it anyway.

Hold On – Yes, look at me being basic with my fave once again. But of the main contenders - Ace, Mariette, Wiktoria, and this - I definitely like Nano the best. His vocals are better than Ace’s or Wiktoria’s, at least in the studio version. And I connect to it, you know? In my head I connect the lyrics to anxiety and stuff so that makes me like it more.

#kat talks nf season #melodifestivalen #also i accidentally abbreviated andra chansen as AQ #it won't let me edit and idk why

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