#cherry is his cousin on the floor….my daughter

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Some doodles I did for my friend

[queenshelby]

My Friend’s Father (Part Eight)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Smut

Words: 5,416

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When you arrived at the restaurant, you felt somewhat awkward when you saw Denise and her mother sit on the large table which had been set aside for you.

Most of Denise’s friends had already arrived and spread around the table and you were quick to sit down next to Denise as she had saved the seat for you.

‘You look fantastic Denise’ you complimented her as she was wearing a very nice and colourful dress.

‘And you look tired’ she joked before carrying on. ‘You had a good afternoon with Chris, I see’ she then said somewhat amused, referring to the university lecturer she thought you were meeting with that afternoon.

‘What makes you say that?’ you asked quietly and she discreetly pointed to the small bruises on your neck which caught Amalie’s eyes as well.

‘Oh…uhm…yeah’ you barely managed to say just as Cillian and three more guests arrived, one of whom was Cillian’s brother Patrick and the other two were Denise’s cousin and his wife, both of whom were related to Denise’s mother.

Cillian sat down directly across from you and gave you a shy smile while Amalie was quick to change her seat, sliding next to Cillian and causing Denise to roll her eyes.

‘You look nice tonight Mr Murphy’ Amalie said and Cillian politely thanked her for her compliment while his brother, who sat down next to him as well, had a quiet chuckle.

‘So, tell me Y/N, what did you get up to other than the obvious’ Denise then asked quietly while Amalie was preoccupied flirting with Cillian.

‘Not much else’ you said shyly, unsure what else to say as your cheeks were blushing red and you glanced over towards Cillian who, occasionally, glanced back towards you.  

‘Oh my god…I need details’ she then said excitedly before she dragged you to the lady’s lavatory so that she could bombard you with questions.

***

‘Tell me everything’ she then demanded as she reapplied her lipstick and you stood in front of the mirror and applied some foundation over the little bruises on your neck.

‘There is nothing to tell Denise’ you said with some embarrassment.

‘So, you had sex for hours and there is nothing to tell…common Y/N’ she said somewhat disappointed just as Amalie entered the bathroom to see what you were doing.

‘Did you say hours? Aren’t you fucking sore now?’ Amalie asked somewhat amused and you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘A little…but it was worth it. Now can we please return to the table and order dinner. I am starving’ you said but neither Denise nor Amalie had a bar of it.

‘Of course, you are starving. You had sex for hours which is incredible. Is he older? Because, the only guy I ever had extensive love making sessions with like this was already over thirty’ Amalie observed and you certainly didn’t want to answer this question.

‘I don’t kiss and tell guys…it’s nothing serious and…uhm…I just want to keep it myself, okay?’ you stammered but Denise demanded to know.

‘Oh, common Y/N. How old is he? I am your best friend and you need tell me’ Denise then said, causing you to bite your lips nervously.

‘She is embarrassed, so I guess early or mid-thirties’ Amalie then said and you shook your head nervously.

‘I am not embarrassed, I just don’t want to discuss my sex life in a restaurant lavatory’ you then said, but Denise and Amalie looked at you sternly, demanding an answer.

‘Alright! He is in his mid-forties. Now can we go back and order dinner?’ you then quickly admitted and both Amalie’s and Denise’s chins dropped.

‘Y/N that’s a huge age gap. I don’t think I could…’ Denise went on to say but got interrupted by Amalie pretty much immediately.

‘Well, I could if it was your dad’ Amalie laughed, causing you to gulp and Denise look at her in disgust.

‘Oh god Amalie, that’s so disgusting’ she said before agreeing to return to the table and order dinner. The last thing Denise wanted to talk about was Amalie’s desire for her father.

***

After you sat back down at the table, Cillian would glance over towards you occasionally again but, every time he did, Amalie tried quickly to catch his attention, asking him the weirdest kind of questions much to the amusements of Denise’s mother, who, when Amalie, excused herself in order to get some more drinks from the bar, joked about it.

‘Even attracting your daughter’s friends now, are you?’ she said and Cillian couldn’t help but choke on his pint of Guinness.

‘Excuse me?’ he asked somewhat surprised, thinking that his ex-wife was referring to you.

‘I think the blonde one sitting next to you has got a little crush on you’ she then whispered just loud enough for you and Denise to hear it as well.

Immediately, Cillian sighed somewhat relieved before having a little chuckle about it.

‘Well dad, according to some of my friends, you are a DILF’ Denise then said before pulling a face quite similar to an emoji which was about to throw up.

‘Some of your friends, huh?’ Cillian then chuckled before looking at you, causing your cheeks to turn red yet again.

‘And what about me?’ Cillian’s brother then asked, causing Cillian to cock an eyebrow.

‘It’s the haircut man, I highly recommend it if you want to be a DILF’ Cillian then said, causing both, his ex-wife and Denise to roll their eyes.

****

Over dinner, you and Denise talked a lot about university and your upcoming trip to France while Amalie continued to annoy Cillian who, politely, engaged in a conversation with her.

You were amused by the situation and he would often give you a little smile or wink when no one would notice.

His smile was incredible and, if it wouldn’t had been so obvious, you could easily have spent the evening by simply staring at him.

When your desserts finally arrived, you thought about teasing him a little and, discreetly, licked off your dessert spoon in the most seductive way imaginable.

‘I just love whipped cream’ you said and, whilst Cillian gulped, Denise wasn’t suspicious in the slightest. After all, you were telling the truth and had always been a sweet tooth.

You slowly twisted the spoon around in your mouth, licking off the whipped cream for the third time before reaching for the candied cherry on your plate and putting it into your mouth. You ate it slowly before removing the pit with your fingers and licking the sugar from the tips as you pulled it from your mouth.

Then, you licked your lips and discreetly lifted up your foot beneath the table after slipping out of your shoes.

‘Don’t you like your desert?’ Denise asked Cillian as the ice cream on his plate was melting.

‘I am…no…’ he stammered just as your foot brushed over the bulge beneath the denim of his jeans and it was obvious to you that he was hard and straining against the fabric.

When he gulped again, you removed your foot, realising that you shouldn’t tease him any more than that and, just as you did, your phone buzzed and you received a text message from him.

‘Naughty Girl’ it read and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘You can punish me for my actions when I see you tonight’ you responded, confirming that you would be coming over to his apartment again as discussed after you go for celebratory birthday drinks with Denise and her friends.

***

Following dinner, Denise, you and her friends went to a local bar for drinks to celebrate Denise’s birthday amongst yourselves for a few hours and it was at around 11 o’clock that night when you excused yourself, telling Denise that you would have to go home as you had plans with your parents the day after.

Whilst you felt guilty about lying, you couldn’t really tell her what you were really doing and, when you left the bar, you nervously walked around the corner to visit Cillian at his apartment again.

After a five-minute stroll, you arrived and Cillian was quick to let you inside, kissing you passionately as soon as you walked through the door.

‘Let me have a shower first, my hair smells like smoke and booze’ you demanded after Cillian’s hands began to roam your body pretty much immediately.

‘I will be waiting in the bedroom then’ he winked and you nodded in agreement before disappearing into the bathroom.

***

‘So, I am curious Y/N, are you one of Denise’s friends who said that I am a DILF?’ Cillian asked amused as you came out of the bathroom while he was waiting for you on his bed, wearing nothing but his black Calvin Klein briefs.

‘Yes Mr Murphy, I am. In fact, I think you are a sexy daddy who I most certainly can’t wait to fuck right now’ you smirked as you dropped your towel to the floor and revealed your naked body to him once again.

‘I thought you were sore?’ Cillian then asked but you shook your head and climbed onto the bed with him in the most seductive way possible.

‘I am aching for you my sexy DILF’ you whispered as you climbed onto Cillian’s lap and bit your lip seductively.

‘Well, I better won’t let you wait then naughty girl’ Cillian said as he pulled you close for a passionate kiss. The touch of your lips was like someone brushing a feather across his, and it sent a rolling warmth down through his whole body, making him tremble.

‘Naughty, huh? I can’t remember being naughty’ you winked as you slid into his arms, and he held you to him, letting his hands move down from your face to wrap around your middle. You gently rubbed your lips together, enjoying the contact, the moist touching. It was more playful than usual.

‘Really? You can’t?’ he asked after you sighed into his mouth, slipping your arms around his neck while sitting on his lap and grinding your naked mound against Cillian’s core.

‘No sir, I can’t’ you said playfully before your heads began to move, slowly, side to side, bringing your lips into greater contact. A hunger started to claim you, and any inhibitions that you had been feeling dropped away.

‘Well, for starters you teased me at the restaurant licking off your dessertspoon so fucking seductively, didn’t you?’ Cillian whispered against your lips and you couldn’t help but grin.

‘And then this fucking cherry you put in your mouth’ he went on to say and you grinned again.

‘It made you hard, didn’t it?’ you asked seductively, hoping that your little discrete playfulness at dinner was having an effect on him.

‘You know it did…now that’s naughty, isn’t it?...Making me hard in public’ Cillian teased before his lips met yours once again and you nodded against them.

By now, soft groans permeated the semi-darkness, the sounds of two people breathing harder, gasping, needing, wanting.

Cillian tentatively slipped his tongue forward, and you met it with enthusiasm, thrusting yours right back into his mouth. Your juicy lips rolled all over his, sending waves of pleasure running down his back.

You clung to one another while you kept grinding against him as your kisses were becoming more desperate and needful.

Then, your lips drifted away from each other and your eyes were wild, so filled with lust, it was almost scary how primal your expression was at that moment.

‘What are you doing to me?’ you then whispered.

‘I am going to make sure that you won’t be walking straight for days’ Cillian said as he ran his hands over your breasts firmly.

‘Hmm, I can’t wait’ you moaned and the skin against his hands was smooth, warm, and he closed his eyes for a second and just took in the wonderful feel of your breasts.

‘God, you have the most beautiful breasts’ Cillian the observed as he ran his fingers around the edges of them, feeling their heft, the way they just barely filled his palms. They were so firm, the solid core of a fruit that had, as of yet, gone mostly unsullied. You were always so self-conscious about them and disappointed that you were only blessed with an A-Cup but Cillian seemed to adore them.

‘And I love you touching them the way you do’ you gasped before you kissed him again deeply, with all the passion that was suddenly let loose inside you.

You sighed and met his excitement full-on, pasting your creamy, silky lips to his and letting your tongue roam around his mouth. The room filled with the sounds of ragged breathing, quiet moans of desperation.

Cillian let his mouth slide free, covering your neck with gentle kisses, moving ever downward before somehow pushing you off and beneath him. He took those sweet breasts in his hands again and brought his lips to them one at a time, just brushing across your tight areolas letting the skin rub on his face, his tongue flick out for a taste.

‘Oh god, that feels so good’ you moaned as he was the first man who had paid so much attention to your small perky breasts.

Your stiff nipple barely moved when his tongue rolled around the edge of it. He licked it harder, listening to your gasp when he pushed his mouth around the whole of it, drawing the entire erect knot inside. Your cries grew louder when he started to suck on it, catching the skin between his teeth and pulling it away from your areola, gripping your nipple hard.

‘Oh god’ you moaned, enjoying the slight pain which was a totally new experience for you.

Cillian smiled, setting your nipple free only to grasp it again between his teeth. The teasing went on, long licks, running his tongue in circles around your areolas until they shined with his spit.

Your arousal was blooming into a pulsing heat in the pit of your stomach and spreading down between your legs. You could feel the dampness, your labia swelling and pulling away uncovering your pink fleshy hole.

‘I want you so badly Cillian’ you hissed as he roughly squeezed and suckled your tits.

‘And I want you Y/N…you are driving me absolutely crazy’ Cillian said as he brought his fingers to your juicy labia, running them slowly down your slit, feeling just how wet and slippery you had become in a very short time.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned as you arched your back slightly, groaning and biting one nail while looking down at him.

‘You have the sweetest pussy, so fucking beautiful’ Cillian then said as he gave you a wicked smile before covering your entrance with his mouth and letting his tongue run free.

‘Ah…yes…just like this…fuck’ you moaned loudly as the juice that poured out of you were coating his tongue.

Cillian ran it straight up between your labia to catch your clit at the top of your hood and you nearly came off the cushions beneath you.

‘Oh Jesus Cillian, I don't know what you're doing but...GOD! Don't stop!’ you moaned loudly as he found yet another pleasure spot of yours and you realised that, clearly, the boys you had been with before didn't have a clue how to please a woman.

With one hand, he fingered your tight opening, and with the other, he played with one firm breast. His tongue lashed your clit like a badly behaved child. You were beside yourself, unable to lie still, pushing up with your hips and forcing your pussy tighter to Cillian’s face while you moaned and grabbed at the sheets

‘Oh god, fuck. I'm going to fucking cum’ you screamed and Cillian caught it full-on, your juice roaring out to drench his face while you whimpered and threw yourself from side to side. He had never seen a woman go off so hard before, and it turned him on so bad he knew he had to have you right there and then.

***

‘You are incredible Cillian’ you huffed out while you recovered and Cillian pulled off his briefs and you couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful cock again.

‘So are you…so fucking sexy’ he growled like a caged animal, unable to contain his needs any longer.

‘Do I feel good around your cock?’ you asked as you found yourself pressed over onto your back with Cillian on top and looking down at you with a lust that was almost frightening in its intensity.

‘So fucking good’ Cillian groaned and you screamed in pleasure when he entered with one deep thrust.

‘Jesus, you are so tight’ he moaned as your eyes squeezed shut, and you cried out with the feeling of your slit being slammed open by Cillian’s cock.

Despite of what you told him earlier, you were still sore from the afternoon session that you had with him but you wanted it again so badly and ignored the sharp burning sensation which, somehow, felt incredibly pleasurable at the same time.

‘Oh god, fuck’ you moaned, pushing upwards against Cillian, meeting his thrusts.

His cock pushed into you over and over again, shoving aside your dripping pink walls, descending toward your cervix.

‘Your cock feels so good inside me’ you moaned just as Cillian arched his back, revelling in the sensation of being squeezed inside your body and held tight in your slippery hole.

The euphoria quickly started to fade though when he looked back down at the pained expression on your face, and it hit him that he had allowed his overcharged libido to take over, taking you harder than he had ever did before. He should have gone slow, been gentle, but you were doing incredible things to him.

‘Don’t stop, fuck me hard Cillian’ you gasped when he slowed down. ‘I want you to take me and fuck my pussy hard’ you spurred him on and you were surprised with the filth that was leaving your shy lips. Cillian certainly unleashed the wild desires deep within you.

‘Fuck, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you?’ Cillian groaned and you nodded as he slowly resumed his pace. ‘It feels so fucking good inside you’ he observed as he thrusted deep inside you again, making you scream.

‘And you feel so good inside me Cillian, I've never felt it like this...It was never this good with anyone before...Don't hold back…’ you moaned as your bodies fell into sync. Your hips were meeting with the distant slapping of skin on skin and you began to moan and thrash beneath him, digging your long nails into his back with each thrust. He gasped and cried right along with you caught up in the sheer, unbridled joy of it all.

There was no denying your allure. Your body so perfect, every curve, every flawless inch of skin. The way you looked up at him with so much hopeless, naked desire.

Your movements began to reflect your internal struggle between the need to be released from this exquisite torture and the longing for the pleasure never to end.

You pulled Cillian’s head down, covered his lips with yours in a fiery, intense kiss.

‘Fuck Cillian, you are going to make me cum again…oh god…fuck’ you warned him a breathless whisper and he felt you go. A climax so hard he found it difficult to push through it.

You looked so gorgeous caught in the spiders web of your orgasm, shaking, mouth falling open in a silent scream. It was an image of beauty that would be seared into his brain forever.

‘Fuck Y/N, you are so beautiful’ Cillian groaned, trying to hold back on his own release.

‘Don't fight it, Cillian. I know you're close. Cum inside me, I want to fucking feel it’ you groaned, spurring him on and Cillian was seized by an implacable urge to move ever faster like an engine fed too much fuel. The sounds of his hard, panting breaths became more audible. His body snapped tight, back arching as he emptied himself into you.

‘Oh god, Y/N, fuck’ he groaned and you clung harder to him, holding him close while feeling each pulse and jerk of his cock shooting inside you.

‘That's it! Give it to me! Give it all to me’ you moaned and you fell into another sweet kiss as Cillian filled you with his cum before pulling out of you slowly.

‘God, I love when you cum inside me, it feels so fucking good and it looks so fucking sexy when it comes out’ you huffed out while you were still shaking from your orgasm.

‘Does it just?’ he chuckled, causing you nod, biting your lips.

‘Yes, watch’ you said as you spread your legs and pushed out some of his cum from your soaking core before collecting it with your finger and bringing your finger up to your mouth.

‘And it tastes so fucking good too’ you then said, licking the cum of your finger, causing Cillian to gasp.

‘You are something else Y/N, you know that?’ Cillian said before you collapsed on the bed together and the sheets slipped around your naked bodies as you slid between them cuddling together.

Cillian kissed your forehead and stroked your hair while you pillowed her head on his chest.

‘I should probably get home soon’ you murmured as Cillian was holding you close.

‘Stay’ Cillian said rather suddenly, gently taking hold of you and pulling you even closer towards him.

‘Uhm’ you said, thinking about whether you could stay or not. You didn’t want to tell Cillian, but your father had been keeping close tabs on you ever since your sister got herself into trouble a few years ago and you knew that, if you were going to stay, you would need to come up with an excuse and text one of your parents.

‘I am going back to Manchester tomorrow afternoon and I want to make the most of this’ Cillian then said and you nodded reluctantly, agreeing to stay.

‘Alright, I will stay’ you said before kissing him passionately and then reaching for your phone.

‘I will be right back, just getting a glass of water and putting this on charge. Can I use the charger in the kitchen?’ you asked and, of course, Cillian nodded.

When you walked into the kitchen, you quickly texted your parents, letting them know that you would be staying with Denise at her hotel room and that you would see them tomorrow at 8 o’clock.

***

When you returned to the bedroom, you crawled back under the doona, curling up against Cillian’s chest.

‘So…uhm…what is next for us? I mean…when will I see you again?’ you stammered as Cillian ran his fingers through your long hair gently.

‘Probably not until the 14th or 15th of this month’ he then said and you gave him a disappointed pout.

‘That’s two weeks away Cillian’ you observed and Cillian nodded before caressing your face and kissing you gently.

‘Yeah, I am sorry. I’ve got a busy filming schedule and Denise is visiting me in Manchester next weekend so I can’t come home’ he then explained before suggesting that you could come with Denise to visit him.

‘I am working that weekend. Despite, I think we would be playing with fire if I did’ you said and Cillian agreed.

He then told you that he would come to Galway the following weekend and, after that, he would only have two more weeks of filming left.

‘So, do you have many scenes with Laura Jennings during these last four weeks on set?’ you asked cheekily and Cillian couldn’t help but chuckle. He was somewhat flattered as you gave him a mildly jealous stare.

‘No intimate scenes, if that is what you are asking’ he explained before telling you that he wouldn’t be seeing her anymore on an intimate level, which is more than you had expected to hear from him.

‘Cillian…uhm…I didn’t mean to…’ you began to stammer but Cillian quietened your lips with his.

‘I know, it’s fine Y/N’ he said as your lips drifted apart.

‘So, does this mean that, whatever this is between us, is somewhat exclusive?’ you asked and Cillian confirmed that, indeed, he was not interested in seeing other people nor would he feel comfortable if you did.

‘Okay…I like that’ you confirmed and, with that, you curled up against him again with his arms still wrapped around you.

For a while, your fingers played with his chest hair while his hands stroked through your hair, slowly making you tired and it wasn’t long until you drifted off to sleep in Cillian’s arms.

***

The following morning, you were woken by your alarm which went off at around 7 o’clock.

‘Hmm, what was that?’ Cillian murmured still half asleep and you informed him that it was the alarm on your phone before you gently crawled your fingers across his chest and began placing gentle kisses over it and then all the way down to his stomach while moving the doona away from his warm body.

‘What are you doing?’ he gasped, still with his eyes closed and dreamy in his mind.

‘What I didn’t get to do last night’ you said with a sultry smile before you rolled down his underwear, letting his cock spring free.

‘Oh my goodness Mr Murphy…you are already hard and I didn’t even get started yet’ you observed as you glanced at his hard shaft, the head of which was swollen and dripping with clear fluid.

‘Sorry, but I usually wake up like this even at 45, especially after dreaming about making love to a beautiful woman like you’ Cillian chuckled as he slowly opened his eyes and saw that your head had already disappeared in between his legs.

You touched his cock gently, electing a moan from him as you watched his long, vein-covered shaft poking up at you. Whilst he usually woke up somewhat aroused most mornings, he couldn't remember ever being this hard before. His cock stood high, curved toward the ceiling, and he thought his balls had never felt so full even after you had spent almost four hours having sex the day before.

Despite your seeming inexperience, you moved slowly, letting the pressure mount while you ran your fingers up and down his cock, exploring every inch before wrapping them around it. The jerking motion that followed made Cillian groan, and you compounded his growing excitement by rubbing your lips on the underside of his shaft. He grew crazed with the need to feel your mouth on it, but every time he pushed towards your waiting lips, you pulled away.

‘Such a tease, aren’t you?’ he gasped out.

‘Poor Baby...You need me. Don't you?’ you asked, your voice filled with lust.

‘God yes…please’ Cillian huffed out, begging you to take his cock into your mouth and you took pity on him at last, letting your tongue roll around the head before rising to take him fully into your mouth.

‘Fuck Y/N, just like that’ Cillian moaned as he bit his lower lip and tossed his head back, eyes shut. The pleasure was amazing, and you had more than a little natural skill. Your head bobbed up and down his shaft taking him deeper with each push until you were gagging on it. When you pulled back, his cock was covered in your slick spit, and you went to jerking him hard and fast, watching with fascination his balls surge and harden. He felt a moist heat on his swelling sack, and you took his pleasure up another notch when you started to lick and suck on his balls.

‘Holy...fuck! Y/N! That feels so good!’ he whimpered as your mouth sucked on his balls and your tiny hand masturbated his straining cock the whole time, driving him crazy with the desire to join his flesh to yours.

‘Let me fuck you Y/N…if you keep going like this, I won’t last’ Cillian groaned as your mouth wrapped around his cock again firmly and you began to massage his balls with your hands.

‘No time’ you huffed out in between sucking and licking. ‘Gotta go to church with my parents at eight’ you then said as you began to stroke his cock hard and fast with your hand.

‘I want you to cum in my mouth and watch me swallow it’ you smirked before wrapping your mouth around his hard shaft again before bobbing your head up and down.

‘Jesus Y/N, fuck’ he groaned and, about two minutes later, he let go and gave into the pleasure.

‘I am close’ he warned you and you began to moan around his cock, sucking him harder, wanting to taste him so badly.

‘Give it to me Cillian’ you moaned around his cock and, just after you did and firmly wrapped your mouth around his shaft, you could feel him pulsating and swell.

‘Fuck’ he groaned again loudly as he jerked upwards and held your head steady while he filled your mouth with rope after rope of his sweet and warm cum.

You collected it all in your mouth and on your tongue until he let go of your head, which is when you pulled back and opened your mouth for him, showing him your mouth filled with his seed.

‘Are you going to be a good girl and swallow it all?’ Cillian teased and you nodded with an open mouth, smiling, before closing your lips shut.

‘Hmm, so fucking good’ you smirked after you swallowed with a big grin.

‘Jesus, I am not sure whether I am more turned on by the fact that you swallowed everything or that you used the word church while you had my cock in your mouth’ Cillian chuckled before pulling you close towards him.

‘Yeah, I should probably make this part of my confession later. I shouldn’t have mentioned such a holy place while performing such a sinful act, huh?’ you winked before telling Cillian that you needed to hurry into the shower and get going.

***

You arrived at church ten minutes late and your parents were not impressed with your punctuality.

‘We ask you to make an effort once a month and you are late’ your father said, causing your sister to chuckle.

‘Sorry, my alarm didn’t go off ‘you said as you sat down next to your father, pinned up your hair and reached for one of the bibles in front of you.

You were beyond exhausted and tired and couldn’t stop yawning throughout mass, which irritated your father even more and, when he looked over towards you, he noticed something else he most certainly disapproved of.

After mass, he confronted you about it in front of your mother and sister.

‘It wasn’t Denise you stayed with last night, was it?’ your father asked and you looked at him somewhat confused.

‘Go and look in the mirror’ he said harshly before asking you whether you were still seeing Connor.

‘No and, even if I was, why do you care? I am an adult and quite capable to decide who I go out with’ you explained and your father shook his head.

‘Connor is almost thirty. That’s unacceptable. He is too old to be dating you and, surely, you realise this. Despite, so long as you live with us, you be adhering to my rules’ your father said and, little did he know that you had been applying for positions at other universities, allowing to move now that you had saved up enough money to do so.

‘Sure dad’ you simply huffed out before walking to your car and, just as you did, you remembered your mother’s 50th birthday a few years ago and how much he did, in fact, disliked Cillian.

If he would know the truth, he would probably kick you out of the house right then and there.

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[desichameleon]

Can I request a luisa x male reader oneshot were we are secretly dating and they get found out cause one of the madrigal walked in on them making out, then they family integrates the male reader and can it be Fluff

Love the fics keep up the amazing work

(If you count making out as smut or just not comfortable with it you can say they were cuddleing/being lovey dovey)

hi ! the making out thing is completely fine as long as it is not too suggestive or like leading onto something else

kisses and interrogations

pairings : luisa x male!reader

request : yes / no

summary : Dolores catches the reader and Luisa together and tells the family

warnings : making out, interrogations, scared reader, nosey madrigals, i think thats it !

You always loved Luisa Madrigal since childhood and she had always loved you but both of your feelings were hidden from the world, both of you afraid of rejection. As the two of you grew older the both of you became aware of the others attraction and that’s how you two started dating. 

It was kept a secret because both you and Luisa weren’t ready to tell your families yet. It’s not that she was embarrassed or you or that you were embarrassed of her no no, it was that because you both were afraid of everyone rushing your relationship.

So here the two of you were, Luisa had snuck you into her room after dinner just to spend time with you. 

“did you make these Lui?” you asked, munching on the muffins, “yeah my mama helped though” she giggled as you looked up at her with those beautiful e/c eyes. You finished the muffin and whipped the crumbs off your face before turning to your girlfriend.

“the muffins were sweet but they do not compare to you” you mumbled as you inched your face closer to hers. Luisa turned bright red and hid her face in her hands, “parar“ she squealed as you kissed the side of her head. “no” you simply said smirking as she turned redder.

Luisa finally looked at you and smiled sheepishly, that’s when you snapped. You jumped forward and captured her lips in a kiss, the Madrigals lips were soft and tasted of cherries. She kissed back with just as much fever, the both of you smiled into the kiss, soon the kiss became more heated and passionate.

That’s when you heard a squeak from behind you, Luisa and you turn to see Dolores in the doorway to Luisa’s room. She was frozen and looked quite shocked, when she realised what the two of you had done she bolted down the hall. “wait Dolores!” Luisa yelled after her older prima.

Luisa ran out the room and you followed, you looked around and saw Dolores hurrying down the stares with Isabela behind her. “¡allí!” you said to Luisa pointing to the older girls, Luisa gasped and ran straight for them, you tried to keep up with your girlfriend as she lunged at her cousin and hermana.

There was a series of squeals and screams, “ow” “get off! “déjalo”, you ran down the stairs as the rest of the Madrigal children emerged from their rooms to see what was going on. The adults came out from where ever they were downstairs to see what happened and they gasped as they say the three girls on the floor.

“Luisa! ¡Sal!“ Isabela shouted at her younger sister who had easily pinned both her and Dolores to the ground. “what is going on?!” Abuela said in a voice that was a mix between concern and anger, “I saw (y/n) and Luisa kissing in her room” Dolores blurts out as Luisa glares at her. Everyone turns to you and you advert your eyes from everyone, instead you just keep your head down.

“is that true amor?” Julieta asks coming over to help the girls up and see if any of them are hurt. “maybe a little” the strongest Madrigal admits, rubbing the side of her arm, “why didn’t you tell us?” Agustín asks dusting off Dolores and Isabela’s dresses. “well I thought you would rush our relationship or you know give (y/n) a hard time” she says softly.

Once again everyone turned to you and you smiled awkwardly back at them. “we would never mi corazón” Julieta says taking her middle daughters hand in hers, Luisa smiles and squeezes her mamas hand. “now why don’t you get some rest and we will just... get to know (y/n)” Agustín says, putting his hands on Luisa’s shoulders.

“okay” she replies and heads off to her room, not before giving you a small smile of course. “so (y/n)” Félix says coming up behind you, “what are you intentions with our maravilloso Luisa?” he asks giving you a stern look. “uh well you see, I um want to make her happy and uh love her” you stutter as you feel everyones eyes on you.

“well how much do you love her?” Pepa asks standing next to you, her eyes never leaving yours. “a lot señora, I love her very much” you speak and she nods, “what is your plan for life?” Isabela asks, her eyes are like daggers piercing your own eyes. “I will um get a nice job and well hope Luisa will marry me someday” you say as you start to sweat under the pressure.

“¡¿qué tipo de trabajo?!“ Mirabel and Camilo so in sync, coming from seemingly nowhere making you jump. “well I am exploring my options now” you say letting out a nervous chuckle, “well I think you passed!” Agustín says as he throws him arms in the air, “not yet pa” Mirabel says.

“una última pregunta“ she whispered, “what is your favourite thing about Luisa?” she said backing away from you with a smirk on her face. “everything” you answered honestly, “now she passed!” Mirabel exclaimed throwing an arm around your shoulder.

You smiled when everyone started cheering and welcoming you into the family and that smile grew when you saw Luisa watching it all. ‘I love you idiota’ was what you saw her mouth,

‘Yo te quiero más‘

[extremelyblackandwhite]

madam carter baizen president, what about carter with the song traitor by olivia rodrigo?

pairing : carter baizen x reader

warnings : angst, carter is an asshole (sadly), reader is nate’s twin sister

inspired by traitor

you betrayed me and i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt. you'd talk to her when we were together. loved you at your worst but that didn't matter, it took you two weeks to go off and date her. guess you didn't cheat but you're still a traitor

She stood in the middle of the high end designer shop, thousands of girls from Constance moving up and down, picking and fighting for different dresses for one of the biggest events before graduation - Cotillion. As a carrier of the Archibald family name, the twin sister of Nate Archibald, Y/N’s RSVP was sent in her behalf before she even understood what it actually was. She didn’t mind doing it, she didn’t mind keeping up the traditions that her family was so overprotective yet she couldn’t say she particularly enjoyed them. She had to be truthful to herself and admit that she did not enjoy the idea of being presented to society as merely a stereotype of what her social status expected her to become. Maybe that was the dream for some girls, but it definitely wasn’t hers. Nevertheless, she had convinced herself to go, after all Rory Gilmore had gone and she had had a blast so why shouldn’t Y/N give it a go? Besides, if she even thought about not going, she was sure her mother would come from the wood work with her dramatic reasons as to why going to Cotillion was important, when it reality there was only one reason why it mattered - reputation. 

      - So, which one is yours? - her brother joked, looking away from where Blair was trying on her own dress. Y/N rolled her eyes, raising her hand where a black hanger was with her dress. - White? You’re trying to present yourself as virginal?

       - One of us has to. - she bite back. - Besides, Rory wore white and I wanna wear white. 

       - You shouldn’t model your life after a sitcom, Y/N. It’s not gonna be nearly as fun as they portray it. 

       - I can always trip you while you’re dancing. That’ll be fun, huh? 

       - What’ll be fun will be seeing Carter Baizen escort you when mum and dad don’t even know you’re sneaking around with him. 

       - I’m not sneaking around and I told you I’m going alone. - she wasn’t lying. She’d become acquainted with Carter a few years ago and the two had become close friends, both sharing an ambition of travelling around the world, hiking high mountains and looking at the clearest seas but that’s where it ended. At least to him. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t have at least some sort of romantic interest in him. How could she not? He was a handsome man with the same ideals as her, who’d often flirt but she’d convinced herself it was just who he was. Yet, her hopes were always very high at whatever they had. He didn’t look at anyone else like he looked at her, he didn’t hug anyone else like he hugged her and after he left New York, she was the one who he’d still write to yet it never progressed to anything else. She’d rather have him as whatever they were so she could keep him. Of course, Nate was of a different opinion and believed the two were dating, just without the label. - Not everyone can take a Waldorf to Cotillion.

     - You’re not going alone, Y/N. C’mon, we know so many people, so many guys who’d die to take you to Cotillion.

     - It’s really not a big deal. 

     - You should just ask him. - Nate told her, before being dragged away by one of the tailors to fix his suit. She had to admit, she was rather keen on seeing her brother in a fitted grey suit. 

After deciding there was no point in keeping in that store, hoping to find something else, she stepped outside, dress bag over her shoulder. It was a pretty dress and after all, who does not enjoy to be in a pretty dress and get free food and drink? She continued to walk down the street, mindlessly going through a checklist in her head of things she had to get sorted before Cotillion tonight. As her mind checked out invisible tasks, she spotted Carter just a bit down the street. A smile playfully etched on her cherry stained lips as she walked down to meet him. 

     - Hello stranger. 

     - Oh, hi princess. - his eyes moved from whatever he had been looking at to look at her, yet something was off. - What you got there? Body bag?

     - Cotillion dress. Not as exciting. - his attention was scattered, eyes looking left and right as if he was looking out for something. - Are you ok, Carter?

     - ‘Course I am. - he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, turning her the opposite way. - Excited for Cotillion?

     -  They always have great stuffed mushrooms and I do intend to have at least a whole tray just for myself. 

     - Who’s the poor bastard who’s taking you? Vanderbilt?

     - He’s my cousin, Carter. Besides, I told you I am going by myself. 

     - And your mother allowed that?

     - She doesn’t need to know.

     - Sneaky. - he chuckled, stopping as her flat came into view. 

     - I wouldn’t have to be sneaky if you escorted me, Baizen. - she meant for it to sound as a joke, but as those words escaped her lips, she realised how oddly passive aggressive they sounded. 

     - You know it’s not my thing.

     - I know. - she sighed. - I’m just being silly.

     - I’ll take you for brunch tomorrow. We’ll discuss all the gossip that went on. You know the rules, the one with the best piece of gossip wins and the other one pays.

     - You better bring your wallet, Baizen. - she opened the door of her building, bidding her goodbyes before quickly climbing up the stairs to get ready.

Sure, part of her wished he would escort her and be her date but he despised the idea of Cotillion more than she did and she wouldn’t want him to be uncomfortable the whole night. Besides, if she went alone, she probably would get to change her own introduction speech and make a splash for the family. No publicity is bad publicity, after all. As the sun set down, she was being rushed into the car by her mother, hair set with pearl strings all around which matched the ones that hanged from her earrings. She felt pretty, she had to admit. However, as she stepped into the limo where Blair and Nate was, she couldn’t help but imagine how things would’ve been if Carter had taken her. He would’ve brought her favourite lilies as a corsage, just as when he came back from Florence on her birthday and surprised her with a whole bouquet of white lilies and roses. He’d probably have his tie a bit too loose, as he always did whenever he was inevitably forced to wear one. They would dance the whole night to classical pieces. Yet, all these past tenses were merely ghosts in her brain and as they pulled in front of the building hosting Cotillion, she realised she was alone. He wasn’t here, he didn’t make it a priority to escorting her. But it was okay, she’d never want him to do something which would make him uncomfortable. 

As per usual, they were fashionably late as Blair put it and were rushed to the big staircase. She’d seen it before with her cousins own cotillion ceremonies - two big staircases facing each other, one had all the girls and the other the boys. Normally, she’d be looking at whoever was escorting her but since she was about to be escorted by her own self, she merely looked at her own white shoes, contrasting with the gold gown Serena, who was in front of her, was wearing. As long as she didn’t trip or fall down the stairs, it would be fine. 

     - Escorting Serena van der Woodsen is Carter Baizen. - her eyes looked up as she wondered if her own tired brain was playing jokes on her. But it wasn’t.

They were there. He was here, in the centre, by Serena’s side, escorting her. The sound of the room all went quiet and all she could hear was the buzzing in her ears and her heart drop to her stomach. There were no thoughts in her brain and she didn’t seem to even acknowledge what was happening around her, all she felt was an overwhelming pain and her chest tightening.

    - Next is Y/N Archibald, daughter of Howard and Anne Archibald, escorted by ... - she went down the stairs, standing in the centre by her self as she felt the whole world staring at her. 

    - Me. - she looked to her left to see Chuck Bass run down the stairs to stand by her side. - Sorry, I’m late.

    - Thank you. - she mouthed to Chuck as they went down the stairs. 

    - He’s an ass. - Chuck said as they reached the floor. Immediately, Nate and Blair came over to her side. - I’ll stick around for when we have to dance.

    - Thank you, Chuck.   

    - I thought you said he didn’t like these things. - Nate was mad, everyone with a pair of eyes could see it. 

    - Not now.

    - Yes, now, Y/N. He humiliated you.

    - He didn’t ... he’s just a traitor.    

[shoshiwrites]

The lovely @mercurygray is running Blind Dates again this year and I'm so happy to be able to participate! This time I went a little rogue and didn't use a name generator for my OC, Ruby.

I also took some liberties regarding the character she's played off of (a small surprise), using his last name to transplant the both of them to a place and background I am slightly better at describing — upstate New York, which historically has had a large Slovak population. Also works better seeing as this is based on the show and not on real life. Well, not on his – my sincerest apologies to the family members and family friends whose surnames I stole for this lmao.

February

Valentine’s Day was everywhere.

It was hard not to feel smothered by it, the reds and pinks and the frilled lace cards and the incessant advertisements, for candies and costume jewelry and Breyers cherry ice cream. Whole pages of gifts to send to your serviceman, for husbands to buy for their wives. Even Ruby’s mother had made sweets for the occasion, heart-shaped pastry scraps with sour cherry filling.

And Mrs. Rosinsky had a lot of questions for her daughter, all year round but especially now, ones she never seemed to aim at her beloved sons. It was even worse that Ruby’s birthday fell a few days afterwards, a year older and no romantic ties to speak of, no engagements or even boyfriends like the girls who lived on her street.

She knew in her heart her mother wanted to see her happy. It made her father proud how hard she worked at the factory, the youth events and bond drives she helped run at church. But she knew too how much happier it would make them if they saw her setting up a life.

And what’s wrong with the life I have, Ruby wanted to say, even though at that moment she could think of plenty.

Her floor supervisor had been on her case lately, about what Ruby wasn’t even sure, and none of them had heard from Peter lately, his letters flying all the way from Italy. Shirley and Norma both had dates for the Valentine’s dance and were trying to set her up with Arlene Hudak’s cousin, who Ruby only remembered from grade school as the boy who’d pulled her braids.

Her horoscope wasn’t much help either, as she sat at the table with a mug of Postum that had lost its steam. Let moderation be the keystone to the structure of your social, domestic, or business activities.

Heck, even her horoscope sounded like her mother. Though Anna Rosinsky’s wisdom was never in so many words.

First impressions are frequently lasting ones with you, the column continued, and are responsible for your hasty conclusions, which may often be wrong.

Ruby huffed a quiet huff, one she hoped her mother couldn’t hear. She turned the page quickly, eyes landing on another advertisement, a veritable trove of gifts to send to the soldier overseas. Wallets and books, shaving accessories, heart-shaped prints of a sweetheart’s face. What did it all mean, she thought. What did it mean to send something like that to someone in a war zone. They’d want what you couldn’t send. You made do with lipstick kisses, and reminisces of a Christmas table you felt guilty for describing, even if they’d asked.

She thought of Peter’s Alma across town, the letters Alma read excerpts of, the looks they shared. The tiredness in her blue eyes that Ruby knew, somehow, wasn’t mirrored in her own. She thought of Shirley, writing to Danny Valo and not hearing back for weeks. She thought of Dora Bakay, who’d married her childhood sweetheart two days before he’d shipped out, and had buried him eight months later.

They were all doing their part, weren’t they, the bond drives and Miss Victory contests, the flags everywhere, the fear it sprang from, the shame. They were so proud, weren’t they, of the donation amounts, the naming of planes and ships. The shoes they built at the factory, the boots made for marching and for mud.

She thought of high school, before the war. Not long before, but long enough that the war could seem like clouds that still had a chance of dissipating. They cared about football games and jobs and English tests and bake sales. The next batch of cookies coming out of the oven.

Someone had called her Rosie sometime in their freshman year, she wasn’t sure who, and it had stuck. She hated it, even more than boys pulling at her curls. Rosie. It was too darling, too precious, even more than Ruby, which she had never liked much in the first place anyway. One hair ribbon and a floral dress and people were mistaking her for someone’s kid sister, someone you couldn’t give the real story to.

She was twenty-one now, hardly a kid. Hardly sixteen and shy, with crushes on boys who played varsity and didn’t know she existed.

First impressions are frequently lasting ones with you.

I was wrong though, wasn’t I, she thought then, something softening in her heart. One of those hasty conclusions.

One of those crushes, John from a street across town, whose father worked selling farm equipment. An easy smile, one that made her feel warm. Like she wanted to listen to love songs, let Norma finally drag her to one of those sappy movies. Like she was a little lighter coming home. And she’d go to her grave without telling her mother that his mother’s ginger cookies tasted a little better.

She’d had a locker near him senior year. It hadn’t meant much, the occasional nod of acknowledgement or a knowing smile over some jokester, a shared eye roll over the proclamations of a teacher. He had friends around him usually, was someone who didn’t want for them. Just another athlete, she’d thought, a little derisive even at her own softness for him.

But he’d caught her once before the dismissal bell, a question about an upcoming test. He’d called her Ruby.

It felt real, in his voice. Earnest. Tender. She doesn’t remember her answer, only her name in his mouth.

But a fat lot of good that all did now, three years into the war. They’d hardly spoken to each other after that, and then they’d graduated. And then the war.

She avoided his mother at church picnics, like maybe she’d embarrass herself just by asking about him. She wondered if Mrs. Janovec ever tried sending her son cookies, imagined a package of broken zazvornicki and lekvar leaking at the box’s seams.

She was sure he’d made friends, easy in the way it always seemed for him. Girlfriends too, with that smile, that edge of mischief. The way his voice would soften when he said their names.

The valentines were all frills this year, and there were still the cartoons, the tiny soldiers with little sayings. She had a few to send to her friends, ones for her mother and aunts.

She thought about the factory floor, the smell of leather. The noise of machines. None of it was heart-shaped jewelry or rock crystal lollipops or rubies, the ones her friends made jokes about with her name.

She wondered who exactly would open those shoes, where they were going to. If someone would wear them back to her. Someone she knew, or someone she’d come to. It wasn’t a letter or a valentine, her hands passing over each sole. Hardly a promise. But it was something.

[creativeashproductions]

What If...? IV // Alive!Luke Patterson

Summary: 1997 and 1998 are big years for Luke Patterson and his fiancée with their engagement and wedding planning. If you thought wedding planning and the wedding itself was the big things well, you’d be wrong. I mean this is the couple that almost ended with a car accident. Join the year long adventure.

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy, minor angst, sweet groom!Luke, and fluff

Words: 3.3k

Requested: By @beautifulblogsblog. There is one more part after this. 🥺😭

A/N: It’s finally here! The Patterson-Y/L/N wedding makes its appearance here and a little cameo of a future character. The next part is the last part in the miniseries as well. Enjoy.

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Masterlist

Hollywood 1997

An entire year had flown by from the day of your engagement to Luke filled with frustration, elation and greatness. Sunset Curve toured around California, leaving the Y/L/N-Patterson women to plan the wedding. Nineteen years old now in the modestly sized apartment, Luke sat beside you in the bathroom.

Two nervous teenagers a mere month away from their wedding day they cuddled each other eyes pinned at the floor. Apprehensive of the stick that held power to change everything in their lives. For the last week, you hadn’t felt very well with being tired and nausea laying you out in bed.

“It’s been long enough.” Luke murmured reaching for the test, “No matter what. I love you.”

Kissing his cheek, the two of you slumped at the negative with surprising emotion. The negative greatly disappointed you.

“I’m sorry,” Luke mumbled to his fiancée equally torn up because while the timing wasn’t perfect, he had pictured what life would be like.

A tiny baby growing in his fiancée womb, growing into bump made flutters in his belly. Of love, he already felt for your future unborn children and snuggling his kids. Introducing them to his loved ones and bonding over music. Teaching his son or daughter how to play the guitar.

He’d love to see his parents cradle a new addition to the family freshly born with the tiny knit hat Emily couldn’t resist making. Sharing a celebratory beer with his father and wisdom for the coming years. To learn the parental reason of why they had been against his career choice.

“I really wanted it to be positive.” You admitted playing with your fingers disappointed at being wrong about your body. Luke smiled as your words as he grabbed your hand in his calloused grip.

“Do you…do you want to try for a baby?” Luke trailed off flushing at how beautiful you would look growing his child. The bathroom was quiet as you thought the idea over, “With the tour just finishing the band will be writing music and recording. I could be here for the whole pregnancy and birth.”

“If we get pregnant in the next month. But we’re also getting married in a few months.” You sighed leaning to rest about his bare arm staring at the pregnancy test.

“If it happens then it happens.” Luke spoke, “If you want, we can try.”

Raising your eyes to meet Luke’s you hesitantly nodded at his words as it settled that is there ever a perfect time to get pregnant? So many people struggle with conception like your parents did with you; your mother’s labour was so complicated that you’d never have siblings.

“Okay.” Luke breathed, standing up to scoop you into his arms, “Best get on with it.”

The laughter filled the simple bedroom as Luke crawled over your body to hover with a matching smile. There was no one else in the world that could get his heart fluttering and focus on something other than music. It was terrific, and he couldn’t be mad about.

“So, Rockstar…are you gonna help?” You whispered tugging on the chain of his necklace to drag his face closer. Closing the distance, Luke’s lips brushed yours before time stopped in a collision of senses.

The callouses of his fingers trailing a fire under the flowing shirt chosen for the lunch date earlier. The warmth of his hands nowhere close enough to match the heat your body burnt with. The taste of the cherry chapstick he shamelessly stole from you, but it was the heady scent of Luke that got you.

 Luke heavily breathed as he pulled back with a hazy gaze with the green almost overtaken by the black pupils. No hesitation as your lips sucked on his neck, bringing a gravelly moan from the man over you, a sound that caused your lower half to clench. Legs unable to fully close as his fingers drew symbols on your inner thigh.

Symbols that spelt out his full name. Now that was really hot.

A gasp pulled from your throat you arched as a hand came up to cup your breast in his hand; Luke could argue all he wanted, but he was boob man when it came to you.

Thoughts disappearing the ecstasy with the love of your life overtook your senses.

July 1998

The white dress was a little snugger than the previous month, but you had a good reason for it. A tiny little blob had taken up residence in your womb with a sickness that lasts all day from day one until the start of trimester two. Getting pregnant had to be easy with Luke from the number of times.

Didn’t matter where you were when Luke tugged you away. The small bathroom in the studio? Three times.

Luke’s couch? Yeah, Alex refuses to sit there now.

At this point, you had been everywhere, trying for a baby was incredibly fun, but the hormones sucked. Luke’s deft fingers creating the chords of a song? Bobby banned you from rehearsals, and you had an emergency bag of clothes as well.

“You look gorgeous.” Nancy Y/L/N told her daughter with tears glittering in her eyes as she took in the sight of her daughter. The wedding dress the bridesmaids, mother’s and Alex had hunted for; the boy had tagged along as he was like a brother. Reggie, Bobby and Luke had spent the day with Mitch and Lance.

A sob broke from the lips of Lance; his baby girl no longer needed him with her soon to be husband. There was no one in the world he trusted more with his daughter than Luke Patterson. The boy never placed the band ahead of his fiancée, and it was quickly noticed how much Luke adored the Y/L/N girl.

“Dad.” You spoke, rushing to hug the man in your arms, “Stop crying. You’ll make me cry.”

Lance was able to hold his tears until the music started and the doors opened to the venue that Luke’s parents married in. Luke stood at the altar with Bobby, Alex, and Reggie. On the opposite side stood your best friend, a childhood friend and your close cousin.

“You look beautiful,” Dad told you slowly making their way to the man cupping his hands over his face. Overtaken by your beauty and the glow, Luke thanked Lance.

“Baby, you look like an Angel,” Luke whispered, squeezing your hands tightly in his as the ceremony began.

“It’s rare that one can find their soulmate, the other half of themselves on such a large plant. Luke and Y/N orbited each other as young children and fell in love in a perfect place. For those of you who don’t know, these two met as a concert. The first step to falling in love. Music is important to this couple.” The officiant spoke, “Luke’s mother told me once that music tethered their souls together, they truly met at a concert, and every important moment had a song.”

Luke’s eyes watered meeting the brown of his mother’s love-filled eyes holding hands with her husband. Luke had no clue how much his mother came to accept, and he felt the relationship fully fix itself as it settled that his Mom had personally made the ceremony better.

 “These two souls came together and became one. Luke and Y/N’s love is rare and beautiful. Today these two had decided to make their own vows.” The officiant finished, “Luke if you could start.”

“There has always music in my heart and soul since childhood. I adored listening and begging my parents for new music. My parents, one year, gave me a guitar as a gift, and it started a deep passion in my soul. I made a band with my best friends, and the band brought me to a person that would become more important. Y/N, I had had a crush on you for a long time before you first spoke to me. I had hit Reggie in the calf with my father’s car, and you made a joke about my height. It wouldn’t be until years later than I somehow convinced you to take a chance.” Luke squeezed your hands, “I love music because it brought me to you.”

“Luke. I am absolutely positive that I have loved you for more than this lifetime as my love is so vast and deep. I believe we have been destined since the dawn of time to find each other together by music. I can’t compete with your vows because you have a way with words with the songwriting you’ve done. You’ve been there through the hard times and best times holding my hand ready to catch me if I fell. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives catching each other when we need it.”

“May the rings be presented?” The officiant asked with a smile as your best friend and Alex gave the rings.

“With this ring, I thee wed,” Luke whispered as he slid the band to rest against your engagement ring. You repeated the words as you slid the band on his finger as well.

“I now pronounce you as man and wife. Mr. Patterson, you may kiss your wife.” The officiant spoke, sending the room into applause.

You and Luke ran down the aisle still holding hands with the biggest smiles of your entire life to the limo that would deliver you to the reception. Luke couldn’t help himself as he pressed kisses all over. This was a glorious day for the musician, his career was going really well, and he married the most beautiful girl.

“God, I love you.” Luke murmured to the girl in the white dress. Leaning closer for another kiss, Luke froze.

Digging into his ankle was a heavy object. Your nervous eyes glittered under the dimmed lighting in the limo. Never-ending eye contact Luke lifted a moderately heavy wooden chalkboard. Written on the sign was: ‘Unofficial flower girl or ring bearer’.

“Are you serious?” Luke asked gobsmacked at the news that heightened the greatness of his wedding day. Eyes flickering to meet yours he watched as your hand unzipped a hidden pocket on your dress.

Flat on your hand was a pregnancy test similar to the one you took months back. The only difference being this one had two lines.

“AS serious as a heart attack. There will be a baby Patterson in six months.” The laugh was joyful as your lips parted.

Luke wasted absolutely no time in setting his hand on the slight bump the dress had covered, “This is why you mentioned your dress being snugger?”

“Mhm.” You replied, stroking the softness of his cheekbone in pure love with him and the life you carried, “We’re in for a wild ride Patterson.”

“Bring it on.” Luke finished kissing your cheek as the limo came to a stop in front of a large venue. The duo you ran inside where your wedding guests threw paper airplanes that Reggie had suggested.

Each airplane had a personal note from your friends and family along that would be gathered into a binder. Reggie had found out that rice wasn’t good for birds and while the reception was inside, he couldn’t do it. So, he brought the idea of paper airplanes; in class, the boys would throw airplanes at each other. It was a nod to their adolescence.

“I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Patterson,” Alex announced into the microphone set on the stage with Sunset Curve’s instruments. It didn’t surprise anyone that the band would play at the wedding.

On the stage, a beautiful Hispanic woman played a soft piano ballad, if you could recall that maybe the bartender from the Orpheum. Her name was on the tip of your tongue as Luke twirled you into his arms with a big grin.

“Mrs. Patterson.” You hummed tugging him to the head table with where your wedding party would join as well. The second Luke helped you sit he knelt down to reach the box covertly placed.

Your eyebrows came together as he opened it, revealing two matching pairs of personalized vans; following the wedding theme one pair was white and another black. On the right shoe, it had ‘just married’ with the wedding date while the left shoe had a picture from your engagement pictures. Of course, Luke made them have Mr. and Mrs. above the image as well.

“How?” You breathed as Luke gently removed your heels to replace them with a thin pair of no-show socks. Over the socks went the white vans that gave your feet a break from the four-inch heels.

“We’re supposed to party now.” Luke beamed squeezing your hands in his only bending to kiss the back of each. His hazel eyes had shifted to a rich green as he stared up at yours with such a tender look, you could feel the heat building in your cheeks.

As your wedding party took their seats, Luke had already changed his shoes and pushed the box back under the table. His left hand refused to leave your right one as you both took in the magical room that had once only been a concept on paper.

“This is amazing.” You breathed leaning into Luke’s arm, sending a smile to the table near the front with both your parents, “Also thank you for the shoe surprise.”

 “I am so happy they got done on time.” Luke sighed slouching in his seat, waving at the photographer you had hired.

If you can recall correctly, Luke had met him at a band photoshoot, and he was the assistant to the head photographer. You believe his name was Ray and incredibly talented and under-appreciated by his former boss.

“Did you let the photographer know we have an open bar?” You leaned over to your new husband with a flutter in your belly at his new title. The question turned the corners of Luke’s mouth for the first time that day.

“I find it unfair that we have an open bar and we can’t drink anything.” Luke snorted nudging Reggie in his side.

“Oh, I think we both know you’ll sneak some for the guys and you.” You chuckled leaning back in the chair. One hand resting on your stomach to caress the material with your thumb, unaware, “I’ll stick to the sparkling juice.”

Luke’s one eyebrow raised at the sudden change in your drink choice as in the past you wouldn’t turn down your favourite. His eyes shifted down to your hand with raised eyebrows.

“Wait…are you…?” Luke drawled out slowly in your ear taken aback when your head in a surreptitious manner. His jaw unhinged mind opened as he took in the tiny bump; in the years together, he was very acquainted with your body.

“We are. How cliché are we?” You laughed as Luke lunged to press a kiss to the supple skin lightly painted with foundation.

Your makeup was natural and straightforward to last longer for photos and make it through the dances for later. It was also Luke’s favourite look.

Dinner, the dances and speeches had sped by ending with both the bouquet toss and the garter toss. The guests mingled with the newlyweds as some danced, Emily had managed to drag Luke back on the floor.

“I’m proud of you, Luke.” Emily smiled up at her son, “And you said those dance lessons were a waste of time.”

A light pink flush took over the nineteen-year old’s full cheeks reminiscing the lessons he had taken with his mother. He had been eleven or twelve at the time when his father pulled a muscle at the worst time. The coupons nearly expiration Emily took Luke to the lessons that initially had been for date night.

“I think it helped with singing-“Luke instinctively cut himself off as he had done years before when music was a no go subject, “Sorry you don-“

���Luke, I can never explain how sorry I am about what happened. I was wrong to push you into a box you didn’t fit. Music is a part of you, and I understand now.” Emily squeezed the bicep of the guitarist, “Besides you’ll understand where we were coming from in a couple months.”

Luke’s jaw dropped at her announcement, “What.”

“Luke, I am a mother. I know the signs such as your wife turning down the wine.” Emily admitted stepping back from the boy that had so suddenly become a man before her very eyes.

No longer was he the chubby-cheeked boy running naked from his bath after splattering spaghetti sauce on himself. He had outgrown his interest in soccer and baseball with his little friends. He had matured into a man that lived up to Emily’s teachings. Luke, in her eyes, was now a man of honour, integrity, kindness and stood up for himself.

Emily and Mitch Patterson had done a fantastic job raising their son, but now they could step back. They would get to watch Luke find his way as a husband and a father.

“Hey, man,” Reggie spoke as Luke walked off the dance floor finding you among family congratulating the couple.

“Hey, Reg.” Luke beamed tugging the bassist into his arms for a tight hug. As the two boys leaned back, they looked over at their friend.

Alex discarded the pink suit jacket at the table in favour of leaning against the wall talking with the bartender. A smile blossomed on the two men’s faces as they took in that Alex was utterly relaxed in the conversation.

“They were hardcore flirting.” Reggie piped up, referencing the male bartender, “His name is Billy, I think.”

The bartender had shoulder-length dark hair pulled back in a bun with glittering brown eyes drowning in the shy blonde. He wore a dark shirt opened a few buttons with white detailing on it. A white necklace as well, but it was the lovesick smile Luke loved; Alex deserved happiness the most in Sunset Curve.

“He’s totally a skater.” Reggie spoke, “It’s a love story. He’s a skater boy, and he’d like to do ballet.”

“That would be a sick song. He was a punk, she did ballet.” Luke hummed to a melody created on the spot, “Not really our sound.”

“Someone will figure out a way to use it.” Reggie waved off, and he was right. A singer would use the exact lyric in her song ‘Sk8er Boi’ in 2002 when Sunset Curve would bump into her.

Slowly the boys of Sunset Curve found their way to the stage to perform a few songs directed towards you. At your urging, you had demanded they give a live performance of Unsaid Emily for your now mother-in-law. As they sang, you wrapped an arm, Emily, as she cried.

“This is his best work.” You mumbled to the older woman cupping her wet cheek leaning into the touch of her husband’s touch.

As soon as the song was over, Emily yanked her son into her arms both parties of the hug emotionally moved. It seemed the performance had shifted something in their relationship for the better. Luke didn’t need to explain as he pulled you into his side once more.

 “Alex isn’t the only one that found someone.” You whispered, finding Alex and the bartender on break dancing on the edge of the dance floor. At your husband’s puzzlement, your finger pointed in the direction of the stage.

In a conversation photographer, Ray captivated the lead singer of the band you had hired when Sunset Curve didn’t play. Even Reggie seemed to have the attention of your twin showgirl cousins from Las Vegas.

“Love attracts love.” Luke simply spoke, wrapping his built arms around his wife, thinking back on the changes that had happened.

Luke hitting Reggie’s leg with the car at thirteen, finding each other at the concert a few years later, the accident that threatened the relationship. Proposing twice and finally marrying over a year later on the same day you confessed the pregnancy. So much had happened in such a fraction of time.

“I love you.” Luke murmured at the shell of your ear watching his friends have the time of their lives on a beautiful day in the summer of 1998.

Above are the example of the shoes that Luke got.

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Laughter (Daddy Angel)

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You and Angel prided yourself on not only being good parents, but entertaining ones as well. You two currently had a four year old Melina and a two year old Claudia. Your girls are your world and no one adored them more than Angel. The times you four spent together was something both you and Angel treasured since Angel could be gone at times due to runs and you worked as a dentist, which had you working 9-5 almost daily. 

But whenever you four were together, there was nothing better in the world.

Lately, you noticed that Melina had been a laughing monster. It was incredibly cute. At first, you thought she got some laughing gas, but your Melina was always a genuinely happy go lucky kid. She always had a smile on, getting her temperament from you, while Claudia was all Angel.

Everything has been hilarious to Melina and hearing her laugh was incredibly adorable. You’re just sad that Angel hasn’t seen one of her laughing fits. It didn’t happen often, but when one thing triggered her, everything was funny.

Currently, the girls were on the floor playing with their new cooking set Tio Taza bought them. You were on the couch, enjoying a Saturday off, just catching up on Umbrella Academy. 

The front door opened and it was either Coco or Angel since Angel gifted Coco with a key to your place in case he was gone and Coco was around. All three of you looked up and found Angel. Immediately the girls stood up and greeted Angel, his two princesses getting a kiss from him. Angel plopped down next to you and you planted a kiss on his cheek, hugging him from the side. You took a sniff and playfully backed away.

“Ooh, babe, you need a shower and to be soaked or something.” You teased Angel, pinching your nose together.

He frowned, sniffing himself. “What? What are you talking about? I smell great.”

Melina walked over, sniffed Angel and began to laugh. Angel looked at his daughter, curious as to why she started laughing. This was it, Melina was going to be laughing at everything and anything for the rest of the day. 

She giggled, pinching her nose together just as you had a few seconds ago. “Stinky daddy.” She said in between giggles. 

Angel playfully narrowed his eyes at you and then looked back over to Melina. “Stinky daddy?” Angel stood up and took Melina lifting her in the air, making her laugh harder. Claudia walked over to you and you sat her on your laugh. “Why is that so funny Melly?” Angel blew raspberries on her stomach, making her gleefully shrieked.

“You got her going now, everything is going to be funny.” You smiled, resting your head atop of Claudia’s as she gleefully watched her sister with her father. 

“Everything is funny?” 

“Babe, I told you. Melina started it recently, when one thing makes her laugh, everything makes her laugh. It’s super cute.” You explained. 

Angel frowned. He was missing so much and it was beginning to upset him. He had a responsibility with the club, but he also had a responsibility with your family. Both times he missed the girls’ first steps, first words, it was disheartening. Even though you documented their adventures well, he wanted to be there in person for all of it. He didn’t want to be that father. 

“Slide?” Melina questioned in between her laughs. 

“You want the slip and slide mamas? Let’s do it.” He placed her on the ground, Melina running to her room to change. “You gonna change in that bikini or?” Angel wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re trouble.” You stood up, shifting Claudia so you could hold her properly. “How come you’re home so early?” You both made your way to your room, checking in on Melina on your way there. She was a pretty independent kid and knew how to change herself. It was so cute and just made things easier for you. 

“Bish let me go home early, he didn’t need all of us so I took the day off.” Angel was appreciative that Bishop gave him the day off, and he was off tomorrow. He had no plans, but to be with his girls and enjoy the weekend. 

“Good, I’m glad you can be with us.” You entered your room, placing Claudia on the bed. Angel went inside the closet to change. You figured you can change after Angel so that he could take care of Claudia. You were exhausted, Angel helped you as much as he could, but you knew his priorities with the club. You were very understanding, especially since the club helped you as well. But at times, you couldn’t help and be selfish.

Once Angel changed, he took Claudia and Melina outside and set up the slip and slide, by the time you came out, they were already going crazy on it. You got the kiddie pool you and Angel got, setting it up for yourself. You filled it with water and once it was filled, you sat inside, drinking a mango smoothie you made for yourself. 

As you watched your little family, the smile on your face was permanent. As you predicted, Melina was laughing up a storm. Angel was watching her in awe, laughing along with her due to her laugh being so infectious. Claudia was laughing as well. 

“Baby, what is so funny?” Angel sat at the end of the water slide to catch the girls. Melina ran back to the beginning of the slide, sliding down to Angel. “You look like a torpedo coming towards me.” 

Melina laughed, Angel laughing along with her. Melina was a joyful kid so her laughter didn’t throw him off, it was the fact everything was so funny. You were easily amused and it seemed that Melina got that from you. 

“Melina baby, come join mommy.” You called out to her. 

Melina ran over to you, sitting in the little pool with you. “What’s that?” She looked at your drink. Like every child, any drink they wanted. 

“Mango juice.” 

Melina snorted, a giggling escaping her lips. You laughed, Melina letting out a laugh as well. Angel joined you two with Claudia in his arms. He sat down, continuing to hold Claudia in his arms. Angel took most of the space in the pool and it made you laugh. 

Angel looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. “You got a laughing fit too?” He smirked. “She most likely got it from you.”

“Maybe, but you took up the whole space babe.” Angel has been bulking up as of late, which you definitely didn’t mind, especially in the bedroom where you could worship him, but this was a conundrum right now.

“Daddy is a giant.” Melina laughed sitting beside you. “No space daddy.” She splashed him with water, laughing as she did. 

Angel handed Claudia over to you as he grabbed Melina, shrieking in laughter. “Daddy you’re tickling me!” She laughed. Angel had an arm around her, tickling her stomach. “Daddy!”

You and Claudia laughed, watching as tears came from Melina’s eyes as she laughed. 

“Babe stop, she’s turning red.” You told Angel.

He stopped, holding his baby girl in his arms as she tried to catch her breath, still laughing. Angel chuckled, kissing Melina on the cheek.

“Be careful princesa, if you laugh too much you’re gonna pee your pants.”

You gave Angel a confused look and laughed. Melina tilted her head, looking at you and began laughing as well.

“You two are fools.” Angel looked at Claudia. “Isn’t mommy and big sister silly?”

Claudia joined you and Melina, making Angel sigh.

He thought you were all silly, but there was nothing he would rather do on this Saturday. 

You three were his favorite people and he was so happy to just be in your presence.

You and Angel were laying in bed, tired from today’s events. After your little impromptu swim, you four went to play mini golf with Letty, Coco and EZ. It was a fun get together and Melina was overjoyed. Letty was her favorite person and no one made her laugh like Letty. Every story Letty told her was funny and she loved hanging onto her pseudo cousin Letty. 

“Babe, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Angel was sitting up with his back against the headboard while your head was on his stomach as you two watched television.

“What’s up?” You turned so that you were not facing him.

“Am I a terrible father?” Angel’s insecurities were a bitch at times. 

“What?” You sat up quickly, frowning at his question. “Did someone tell you that?” Much like Angel was overprotective over you, you were overprotective over him. 

Angel chuckled at your reaction, leaning forward to kiss you.

You pulled away, smacking his hands away. “Don’t you distract me, who told you that you were a bad father?”

“Baby, no one, I just, I miss so much and it takes a toll you know?” Angel sighed. 

You crawled onto his lap, sitting down and wrapping your arms around Angel’s neck. You hugged him, his arms immediately wrapping around you.

Pulling away, you cupped Angel’s face, forcing him to look right at you.

“You, mi amor, are the best father  I know. When you come home from a run or work, you never fail to spend time with our girls. If they are sleeping, you make sure they’re all tucked in. You’re also the same father who stayed up with Claudia when she had the cold, made sure that she slept comfortably even if you didn’t.” You began to tear up, thinking of how great of a father he was. “Our girls love you so much, both their first words were dada. Angel, it’s not about the time you spend with them, it’s about what you do with that time. I’ve seen people who spend all these time with their children, but they’re attention is elsewhere. You love our girls and they love you, don’t ever doubt yourself. You’re amazing, if you weren’t, I would have left your butt.” You kissed him, placing kisses all over his face making Angel laugh.

“I fucking love you mi reina.”

“And I love you mi rey.”

“I’m going to take a step back, I want to do less runs and be with you and the girls. I’m done missing time with them.” Angel knew you would support his decision.

You were thankful that Angel decided to take a step back. You knew how much Angel loved the club, but he also loved you three and you would never make him choose. Though you’re glad he chose you three.

“Good, cause we’re having baby number three and I’m gonna need you here to help with the girls.”

“What?” Angel’s mouth dropped. “Baby, you’re pregnant?”

You smiled, nodding your head. “Yes! My doctor called yesterday, I’m three months along.”

Angel pulled you into a hug, his hand resting on your stomach. “God, we’re fucking pregnant. Baby, we’re outnumbered.”

You laughed, Angel’s fingers tickling you. Angel pulled away from you, his hand still on your stomach, tickling you once again. Your laughter was infectious, which was why Angel loved hearing you laugh. He began to laugh as well, as Angel continued to tickle you. 

“Yep, Melina definitely got the laughing fit from you.”

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Stark’s New Intern” Chapter 25

Summary:

Erik is whisked away from Tony by a Monaco Princess and discovers they have more in common than he suspects.

NSFW. Mature Audience. 18+. Smut.

"The ego, gotta be vetoed if you want a free-throw The evils, stay with the scripture what your mama read you You gotta milk the game, son, I couldn't bottle feed you This next bar was 'bout to do some Logic shit But now I gotta stop the shit and let me pop my shit Drama still added on, stayin' positive All my niggas on my side, on the opposite…"

Denzel Curry—"Diet"

Vivienne dragged Erik through diplomatic guests and rooms until they were back at the entrance of the palace. A dark SUV with tinted windows whipped around and a guard opened the door for her and Erik.

"Get in!" she said.

Erik climbed into the back seat with her as light snow fell down.

"It snows here?" Erik asked.

"It's rare."

"Where are we going?"

"A surprise."

Vivienne pulled a small cell phone from inside her bra cup.

"Don't look so shocked!" she teased.

She made a call and Erik was able to make out part of her conversation with his basic French.

"Stark is not going to let me just hang out—"

"I'll handle Tony. You're the first interesting person I've met in a long time. I want to show you off."

"To who?"

"My friends—"

"Aye, driver…stop the car."

"Gasper, arrête la voiture…"

The SUV came to a stop just outside the palace property line.

"Stark has me on a tight leash here."

Vivienne pouted.

"Can't we just hang out in the palace?" he asked.

"Too many eyes and ears. I want to talk freely."

Going to his hotel was out of the question.

Vivienne gave instructions to Gaspar and texted someone.

Erik's cell buzzed. He pulled it out of his jacket.

"Where are you?"

Stark's voice was rushed.

"The Princess kidnapped me."

Tony didn't sound happy. Vivienne grabbed Erik's cell.

"I will bring him back safe to your hotel…it's boring there. He's young and should hang out with people his age…so what…you are such a bore right now! I don't care. I will call my Uncle and tell him. Yes…I will tell him. Goodbye, Tony. Stop acting like an old tired father."

She tossed Erik his phone.

"My Uncle wants you tomorrow night. I will keep you until tomorrow morning."

"Like some pet."

"And a sweet pet you are," she said patting his forehead.

Erik grabbed her hand and tossed it from his face.

"Easy now," she whispered.

Erik sat back and watched fat snowflakes fall from the sky. Forty minutes into their ride they were climbing up mountainous terrain until they passed through massive black metal gates. The snow had grown thick and at least three inches covered the ground. Two black Great Danes circled the car before being ushered away by a butler who held an umbrella to protect Vivienne from the snow.

Erik shivered as they stepped out of the SUV in front of a large chateau, but the Princess had them inside the secured hideaway quickly. Within the overly warm residence at least thirty twenty-somethings sat and stood around a cozy open space with dark furnishings drinking, smoking, and listening to music. Erik looked around and saw French antiques mixed with modern touches. Like the palace, it smelled old and decadent.

A fire roared in a tall and wide fireplace big enough to roast ten pigs on a spit. Above the massive ornate mantel was an aged oil painting of seventeenth-century royalty in a pastoral scene.

"Tu t'es échappé!"

A young man with oily dark hair and a lop-sided grin rushed over to Vivienne giving her cheek kisses.

"S'il vous plait parlez anglaise, Durant," Vivienne said.

"Is this him?" Durant asked.

"No. Don't even mention that bastard," Vivienne snapped.

She grabbed Erik's hand and pulled him to the center of the opulent gathering of blue-bloods.

"Vivienne, he has been calling here non-stop. He threatened to fly here and find you. You should speak with him," a young woman with flaxen hair pinned in a severe chignon said.

There was an urgency in her voice.

"Everyone, this is Erik. He works for Tony Stark. He is my Uncle's special guest. Erik these are my friends and that is my cousin Durant and my cousin Remy. Erik is American. "

"Do you speak French?" the flaxen-hair woman asked.

Erik lied.

"No."

The butler poured Erik a glass of medium brown liquor from a crystal decanter.

"No worries, Erik, we all speak English here," Durant said.

A raven-haired woman with thin glossy lips leaned into another white woman next to her as Vivienne turned her back.

"…hommes noirs…"

Erik caught the two white women snickering about Vivienne and Black men. He tried not to glare at them as he felt out the energy in the room. The decrepit rich. Millionaires would be shunned as peasants among this slick bunch.

Erik sipped his drink. Old rich bourbon. The kind not sold in stores.

The liquid beat a warm trail down his throat.

Durant gave Erik a tour of the first floor and Vivienne was cornered by her friends and berated for something that he couldn't hear nor understand that well.

"Where were you educated?" Remy asked.

Plump, bow-lipped, and nattily dressed, Remy smoked the same clove-flavored cigarette that Vivienne favored. Blowing smoke above Erik's head, Remy's ruddy cheeks looked influenced by too much liquor and whatever else they were snorting or popping by the blown-out wet look in his light blue eyes.

"I'll be attending grad school at M.I.T. soon," he said.

There was no sense lying. Erik knew they were just trying to place him in the proper hierarchy for their comfort.

"How long have you been with Tony Stark?"

"Almost a year now."

Erik swirled his glass and sipped a little more bourbon. He moved freely about the room admiring a few sculptures. One, in particular, caught his eye as it sat on a cherry wood console table. He pointed to it.

"This is a nice replica of the Actaeon and Diana statues at the Caserta Royal Palace."

"You've been there?"

"Twice. With my family. It was a museum tour."

"You know the story behind the work?" Remy asked inching closer to Erik.

"Diana was bathing with her nymphs in attendance and Actaeon was out with his hunting dogs. He accidentally saw Diana naked and she sent his own dogs after him. She punished him for his transgression. Turned him into a deer."

Erik let his fingertip touch the top of Actaeon's face transforming into a hunted stag. The head of the mythical man was all deer while the rest was still human in a dead run for his life.

"He commanded that his pack recognize him as he slowly morphed into a stag."

Ten various breeds of dogs surrounded poor Actaeon as the human and animal transformation disfigured his face.

"The gardens there are extensive," Durant said.

"Very beautiful. Like Tivoli itself."

"Well-traveled?"

"Try to be as much as I can."

Erik turned away from the sculpture and returned to the round wooden table that held the decanter of bourbon.

"More?"

A sharp-featured strawberry blonde seated on a beige double high-back chair pointed to the bourbon. She seemed amused to have Erik in her presence.

"Sure," Erik said holding his glass out to her.

Her eyes shifted from amusement to flustered surprise. She wasn't wearing pearls, but her expression sure was clutching some. Remy chuckled and Erik waited for the woman to pour.

She sat forward and lifted the decanter.

"Say when…" she said.

He let her go halfway before he held up his free hand.

"Thanks," he said. He took a big swig and turned away from her.

Vivienne's amused face beamed at him. He took a seat on a small couch and Vivienne swept over to sit with him.

There was small talk and Erik endured the irritating fishing into his past and personal life. Strawberry blonde and the raven-haired woman spoke in French, absorbed in their own world with not-so-subtle glances at Erik. He made out most of their conversation and grew bored with the idle chatter about men and parties. His focus moved back to Vivienne. She was the most beautiful woman in the room and the least invested in everyone else except for him. Her perfume tickled his nostrils.

"Anglais!" Vivienne scolded.

"Sorry," Strawberry said.

"So rude to my guest," she grumbled.

Vivienne grabbed his hand and pulled him off of the couch and moved him toward a staircase.

"We're off!" Vivienne called to her clique.

On the second floor, Erik followed Vivienne down a long hall. He glanced at more dynastic family oil paintings on the walls. He stopped at one that featured Vivienne. She stood next to him staring up at the gold-framed painting. Her father looked like a milkier Francesco, but much younger and with more hair. He had a pronounced large mouth and a weak chin. Cold gray eyes evoked a stern Monégasque aristocracy.

"My father Prince Julien, and my mother, Princess Ndaté."

Her mother was a rich warm espresso color with plump lips and a wide undefined nose with the cutest smile on her pixie face. Thick braids were twisted high on her head. Vivienne sat next to her mother on a forest green velvet settee wearing the same dark copper tea dress. Her father stood behind the settee with his hands touching his wife and daughter in a severely pressed dark suit.

"Your Moms became royalty here?"

"She was of royal descent from Senegal—"

"I have a play Aunt from Senegal."

"Oui?"

"Yeah. She's a queen to me."

"It was quite an event when they were married I am told. They met at Oxford. That's where I go to school."

"Only child?"

"Oui."

"Me too."

"Come…"

He followed her to another hall that led to a bedroom on the end.

"This your house?"

"Belongs to the family. We use it for special events. My cousins and I hide out here when we are between official duties at the palace. Unfortunately, having a father first in line to the throne makes my cousin Clara the sad puppy tonight. She had to stay behind for all the diplomatic duties."

"What's your shot at the throne?"

She cackled.

"My father is sixth in line. No chance. I will just be the speculative royal."

"A Black Princess in a white line. That's a big deal to a lot of people."

Vivienne unpinned her hair and the dark tresses fell even longer down her back.

"Close the door," she said.

Erik locked it and she stood in front of him.

"Unzip me," she demanded, her doe-like eyes seductive in the dim lighting of the room.

She turned away from him. Erik unhooked her and then zipped the dress down to her lower back.

"Merci."

She stepped out of the dress then tossed it on a pecan wood-stained rococo bed embellished with swirly scrolls and foliage fretwork. Her black silk underwear and strapless bra stayed on as she kicked off her heels. She had on sheer black thigh-high stockings and he watched her roll her hips as she walked to a delicate-looking bronze and leather Louis the Fifteenth writing desk with a matching leather chair. Her European Pops may have given her light skin and a loose curl pattern, but her African Mama most definitely gave her shelf booty and thighs for days. Her lack of modesty was much like his own when he was at home.

A chrome laptop was on the desk and Vivienne turned it on. Erik looked around the room and saw a pair of Bulgari sunglasses on a dresser. He put them on and admired his face in a dressing mirror. Her laptop powered up and she sauntered over to him. She pushed her sunglasses to the top of his head.

"I take off my clothes and you barely blink," she teased.

"I've seen a lot of bodies, Ma. Ain't no thang—"

"Ah, I saw you! Your eyes looked at my breasts just then."

He grinned.

"You're kinda spilling out there a bit."

She was.

Erik could see she had big light chestnut areolas that peeked out. Her snatched waist made her hips look wide from the front and enhanced the physical beauty that she displayed. Her eyes studied his face and she stepped closer to him. She unfastened his suit jacket and pulled it off of him, flinging it on top of her dress. He could feel her body heat.

"Get comfortable," she commanded.

Her fingers lifted and undid the first three buttons on his shirt. Erik clasped her fingers inside his hand.

"You're moving fast, girl. Don't even know me—"

"I know you're a liar," she whispered in his ear.

He frowned.

She tried stepping away from him but he held her wrists tight.

"I'm a liar?"

"You've been vetted by Tony. He doesn't just let anyone get close to him. And my Uncle hates commoners. You're not who you say you are."

He let her go. Her fingers went behind her back and she unclasped the hooks on her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts dropped two inches on her chest from their heaviness, but as much as he was interested in playing with them and stretching his mouth over them, the smug look on her face had him edgy.

"Erik Stevens. American sounding name. But I've watched you. The way you walk. The way you talk and carry yourself. You remind me of my boyfriend…ex-boyfriend. You swaggered into my family's humble abode like you owned it. Even in the palace you moved around like others were beneath you or not worth your time. You don't suck up to Tony like I've seen others do. Either your family is very rich and well connected, or you have royalty in your background…oh, see? Your eyes gave you away…"

Vivienne stared at him. Some type of recognition colored her face.

"Someone in your family is from the motherland, oui? The east? It's so evident—"

"Oakland through and through, girl."

"No. Menteur. You are African. More like Halfrican…as am I."

She poked his chest.

Erik swiped the dark glasses back down over his eyes. He sat on her bed and felt his belly churn with tension. Vivienne's intuition had him shook. He tried to deflect.

"Come bring your fine ass here."

He held out his hand.

She walked over to her computer and turned on some music. He grimaced.

"I don't know what kind of mood you're trying to set, but that ain't it," he said.

He moved from the bed to her side and turned off the dreadful Europop sounds. He typed in the search engine and pulled up the M.I.T. website.

Her voice came into the room and the energy shifted.

Buttafly.

His muse.

"What is this?" Vivienne asked.

"A radio station I listen to. It streams worldwide."

"I like it."

Vivienne swayed her body, her hips circling with little dips. Her bare feet took tiny steps as she latched on to the hypnotic dreamy beats. Erik's eyes raked over her curves and the slight bounce of her tits.

"How many guys do you bring here the first time you meet them?"

"Guys? Mon doudou, do I look like I interact with guys?"

Her hands fluttered around her body.

"I only entertain the powerful and worthy."

Something within Erik stirred. Vivienne rolled her body and the music transitioned to something even more sensual.

"If the night brings you gossamer wings made of starlight and sable dreams, you better fly…"

Erik imagined moist lips with Buttafly's honey mouth whispering the words in his ear that he heard from the computer. Since he couldn't have the unseen girl of his aural fantasies on the radio, Vivienne was perfect compensation. He stepped to her and entwined his fingers with hers and shook his hips. Twirling her around to face him, Erik led Vivienne in some Chi-town two-steppin' that his grandfather taught him.

"I love this!" Vivienne squealed.

He pulled her in close and she was able to follow his lead.

"That's it, Princess," he encouraged.

She pulled the dark glasses from his eyes and tossed them on her bed as they stepped in time together. He spun and dipped adding the Oaktown drip to their partnering. Drawing her in tight, her breasts mashed into his chest and he liked the pressure she started to put on his loins as he felt his dick grow fat in his tailored slacks.

"I feel that," she sighed grinding on him.

"It's yours if you want it, Princess."

Vivienne turned and backed her ass against his groin.

"Let me be your heartbeat…"

Whatever poem Buttafly was reciting on top of the erotic beats made Vivienne gasp as she stood still and let him dry hump her ass. Erik's dick turned to iron and the heavy print beating against the split in her backside made her panties wet. His fingers stroked the front of her underwear forcefully to let her know what time it was. Her legs shook. Erik gripped her waist and held her in place as he thrust against her.

He wanted that weight bouncing on him so he pulled her back with him as he sat on the bed with her seated on his lap. She gave him what he wanted, lifting and dropping on his dick, the friction from his pants adding to the pleasure he was enjoying. He reached up and yanked on her long hair, threading his fingers through the thicker strands.

"Big ole ass…girl you know you got a big ole ass…look at you!"

Vivienne laughed and he tugged harder on her hair forcing her head back.

"Who takes care of all of this, huh? I know these white boys ain't handling you right. Look how you're acting. Your man know you wilding right now?"

"He's old news. There are other fish."

"You're sinking some hooks, Ma."

Vivienne spun around on him and straddled his thighs, her breasts sitting on his chest.

"You have protection?" she asked.

"Yeah. Will we be disturbed?"

"No."

She slid her fingers down to the last fastened buttons on his shirt and freed him from it. The skin on skin contact made his dick harder. Erik pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and fumbled for one of his condoms as she nibbled along his neck.

"I won't cause no international incident fucking a Princess will I?"

Her lips smothered his and her tongue was aggressive with his open mouth. Her kisses were desperate.

"You need me bad," he whispered in her ear as he snaked his tongue inside it.

Her greedy fingers went to work on his pants and he let her take them off along with his dark briefs.

"This is what I need," she groaned wrapping her fingers around his wood.

She stroked him nice and slow, teasing pre-cum out of his slit before she engulfed him with her lips. Resting on his elbows, Erik enjoyed watching her slather his dick with warm saliva and moans.

"Damn, baby. You know how to handle my shit. Rub them big titties on it."

Vivienne knelt down and lifted her breasts. He sandwiched his length in the deep valley of her cleavage and she interlocked her fingers together making his erection snug and secure. She rubbed her tits up and down and he had memories of Athena as he watched his dick disappear. He fingered around her areolas and tugged on her nipples.

"Nasty girl…just met me and got my dick like this. You like being a good slut?"

Vivienne lunged for his mouth and they kissed until the throbbing in the root of his dick made him antsy for pussy. He wasn't sure how much privacy they really would have, so he didn't want to waste time eating the box and then being interrupted without having a crack at royal walls. She seemed to be hot for his erection right away too. He could taste her folds after he pounded her good and proper. It was time for royal fucking and he planned on giving her Wakandan Prince dick.

Buttafly was providing the soundtrack he needed to serenade Vivienne into submission. She was about to quench the female drought he was experiencing. He tore open the gold magnum condom wrapper and slipped the rubber down his thick inches. The bed didn't feel sturdy to him so he pulled her over to the solid-looking cream vintage chaise lounge.

"Wait," she whispered and quickly walked to a door he thought was an ornate closet but was actually a bathroom.

She came back with a dark towel and spread it on the lounge. Erik sat down and helped her climb back onto his lap. They kissed once more and she moaned into his throat as he gave her deep soul kisses. He held the back of her neck and plundered her lusty mouth until she was whimpering.

"Fuck me," she begged.

"You want this dick?"

The mewling sound from her voice made him so horny. It was obvious they both hadn't had it in a long time. He didn't give her time to pull her panties off or slide them to the side. He just ripped them off and tossed the scraps on the floor. Gripping the bottom of her ass cheeks and lifting her up, she eased down on his length with only two adjustments with the angle. His abundant size didn't bother her at all. She was so wet that he knew she could slide down even more inches if he had them. Feeling more confident after a few false starts and gripping the back of the lounge for balance, Vivienne started dropping her pussy on him forcing harsh cursing to erupt from his mouth.

"You really tryna break a nigga in!"

"MMMhmmm."

"Okay, Princess. Big ole heavy ass…big heavy ass!"

He slapped her butt and the solid sound made his balls jump.

"Fuck me…fuck me, Princess. Ride that bitch…ride that bitch. Damn you got some weight on that shit."

She knew how to move and shook what her Mama gave her and then some. The clapping of cheeks was so loud that Erik just knew that everyone had to be able to hear it downstairs. She twisted her waist and circled her hips to make that shit even louder and his mouth fell open trying to inhale more air to keep up with her. He jackhammered into her until the music settled him down and he got caught up in a rhythm that had her begging him to wreck her shit for all time. She stopped speaking English then, and her breathy French made his mouth filthy talking back to her. He slid his fingers along her thigh-high stockings.

"Damn, Princess!"

Vivienne turned her body to the side and rested her head on the back of the lounge as she watched Erik's face next to hers. She rode the first four inches on the top of his dick and the sensation of her circling that tight box on him without going all the way down made him press his feet hard into the carpeted floor.

She had his face all scrunched up as he stared into her eyes. Her mouth was open and spilling more moans.

"Fuck me, Princess. Just like that…just like that. Got this big ass clapping!"

"Oui…oui…oui…"

"Fuck me…fuck me…take some more girl…go all the way down. Don't be scared. Fuck me good…take some more. You can get more in there…shit yeah…I like that shit…all the way down. Dassit…more…lemme stretch that shit more…fuck…oh fuck…there it is. Riding the tip so good, baby. Dassit…dassit, Princess. All the way down…all the way bitch…yeah…let a real nigga handle you…mmmmm…"

He pulled out and her eyes looked confused.

"Turn over. Get on your knees."

He forced Vivienne to clutch onto the armrest as he took her from behind.

"Spread them cheeks with your hands…I said spread them. Don't make me fucking repeat myself!"

Erik slapped the shit out of her ass and her body jerked from the punishment. Her hands reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart for him. Her head rested on the cushion.

"Poke that ass out…dassit. Arch that back for me. Good girl. Make that pussy tight for me. Make it hard for me to get in this shit."

He inserted the bulbous head in and he felt her pushing her vaginal muscles against him.

"Yeah! Just like that! Make it hard for me to get in there…c'mon girl! Fuck!"

Vivienne's head angled back to watch his face.

"Fuck me….please…fuck me hard…" she panted.

"Hold them cheeks open!"

Her pussy was frothy and the creamy fluid dribbled down her thighs every time he pulled out to thrust back in fast.

"Nobody been taking care of this pussy."

"…fuck me, Erik…."

"Ain't no Oxford niggas available to break you off?"

She laughed and it died in her throat when he deep stroked her. He held her left arm back to help him get down deeper. He wasn't going to last.

"Loud pussy, girl…"

Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth stayed lax.

"Oh…oh…oh…oh…"

"Get it, girl! Getcho dick!"

Vivienne clutched onto the armrest with her free hand and lifted up. He released her arm and she rode his dick by rocking back on him with her hands resting on her thighs.

"Do that…do that…" he hissed.

"Erik!"

"…finna nut…"

Her pussy made obscene farting noises and he let loose into the condom.

"Fuucckkkkkk!"

He fell over her back and gripped her shoulders, kissing the side of her face.

"Fucking icy, Princess!" he panted.

He lifted up feeling the hardness in his dick still holding out.

"I ain't forgot you, Ma."

Erik made her turn over and he lifted her legs over his arms and put in work. It didn't take long for her to fall apart all over his dick before he had to grab the base of his length to keep the condom from slipping as he became flaccid.

Vivienne ran her hand across the top of her hair and grinned from ear to ear.

"That was…mon Dieu…" she sighed.

She reached up and caressed his face.

"Are you using your wings? Are you flying above the world Black angel….?"

Buttafly's voice calmed the rapid beating in his heart from the physical exertion. Vivienne took his hand and pulled him onto her bed.

"Viens mon amour," she whispered.

###

They used all of his condoms.

Three in total.

Vivienne was insatiable and he gave it his all until he fell asleep. He awoke to find the two pitch-black Great Danes sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed. When Erik stood up to go urinate, both dogs growled at him, their big ears tall on their heads like radar.

"Chut!" Vivienne hissed.

Both dogs backed down and rested their heads on their large paws.

Dressed in a fluffy ginger-colored robe, Vivienne sat on the bed with her laptop in front of her crossed legs.

"Morning," he said.

"Good morning to you. Sleep well?"

"Yeah. What time is it?"

"One—"

"Shit!"

"Don't worry. Tony knows you're still with me. I called him earlier. You don't have to be back until tonight."

"I have to be with your uncle."

"I know. Take a shower. Everything you need is in the bathroom. Are you hungry? I had lunch brought up since you slept through breakfast."

She pointed to a covered silver serving tray on the writing desk. There was fresh juice and water in glass pitchers with glasses.

"Be right back," he said.

Erik showered and pulled on a thick black robe that covered him down to his feet. A brand new toothbrush with individual toothpaste was sitting on the sink next to an unopened travel size deodorant roll. Stepping back into the bedroom, the two dogs watched him closely but didn't move or growl at him.

"Let them out before you eat anything. They will beg and it is so annoying."

Erik walked past the Great Danes and unlocked the bedroom door. They lifted their heads and Erik whistled. They jumped up and he shooed them out closing the door behind them.

Padding over to the serving tray, Erik lifted the cover and found ham omelets with cheese, resting on top of a large croissant with a side of diced mixed fruit and small finger sandwiches. He nibbled on a grape and poured himself water.

"Merde!" Vivienne snapped.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard. She glared at her screen.

"What do you want?!"

Her voice was annoyed. Erik tossed another grape into his mouth and drank some water.

"You refuse to take my calls. You make me hunt you down from the palace to your family chateau. I will not tolerate your disrespect!"

Erik froze.

The hairs on the back of his neck rose and his fingers shook so bad that he had to put his glass of water down. He stepped away from the writing desk and walked carefully to the bed, his eyes narrowing and the breath in his body moving rapidly in his chest.

That voice.

It couldn't be.

"T'Challa, we are no more. I told you that when I left—"

"You said we were just taking a step back to evaluate our relationship…who the fuck is that?!"

Blazing dark orbs burned into Erik's face. The hard scowl on T'Challa's mouth matched the one on Erik's own lips.

"That is my friend—"

"Friend? He is wearing a robe—"

"Hey, Princess. We have lunch waiting for us. Hang up."

"No one asked you to speak—"

"I'm talking, nigga and I'm digging out your bitch!"

"Vivienne!"

T'Challa's shout made Vivienne jump. Her eyes darted between them.

"He is a guest, T'Challa. We have a lot of guests here. There was a party last night—"

"You ain't gotta explain shit to him. Hang up!"

"If you hang up. I swear to Bast I will—"

"Do what?" Erik challenged.

Vivienne's eyes grew coy. She brushed her hair back over her shoulder and gave T'Challa a sly smile. She was enjoying it.

"We can talk when I get back."

"We shall talk now. Make him leave!"

Erik plopped down on the bed next to Vivienne and picked up her dark glasses. Pulling them on he placed his face close to the screen. T'Challa's eyes reminded Erik of his father's. For a second, N'Jobu's face loomed in his mind. Staring at his cousin, seeing the dark smooth skin, the flared nostrils, and hearing the haughty entitled voice, Baba was forced into his heart. Not only could Erik see his father in T'Challa's face, but he could see his own too. It was in the eyes. Those damn haunting Udaku eyes. No wonder Vivienne pegged him for royalty. She was fucking his cousin and unknowingly recognized the bloodline. Incredible.

"Where are you going?" Vivienne called out.

Erik stalked to the bedroom door.

"I have to get some air."

"Eat some food—"

"Vivienne!"

"T'Challa stop screaming at me! You'll see me when I let you!"

She slammed the laptop shut and jumped off the bed.

"Erik…Erik…what's wrong?"

Anger coursed through his body and made it rigid as the Princess wrapped her arms around his.

"I was being petty. I shouldn't have taken the chat. Not with you here. He's such an arrogant ass all the time—"

Erik lifted her up and crashed his lips onto her mouth.

Carrying her back to the bed, he pushed her laptop to the side and dropped her on the plush lavender duvet. Snatching off her robe he threw it behind him. Her eyes were ablaze as she watched him disrobe. His dick was ramrod straight and pointed toward her. He fisted the head and when he glanced at his wallet on the nightstand, he remembered he had no more condoms.

"Do you have anything?" he asked. His fingers twirled around the underside ridge of the tip.

She heard the desperate need in his voice. Her head shook and he couldn't hide his disappointment.

"Here," she said spreading her legs.

The faint pubic hairs on her plump mound were already damp and her vulva was swollen, the inner lips wide open revealing glistening pink.

"You sure?"

She lifted her legs up high.

Erik lined himself up with her.

"He wants you back," he said.

"He has to learn to deserve me."

"He don't deserve you. He doesn't deserve shit."

He plunged into Vivienne full over reckless venom. He wasn't gentle and she didn't want him to be.

"…ooh…mon dieu…ahhh…mon dieu…Erik…!"

He put his full weight on her and she clawed his back.

"Oh…oh…oh…oohmmmph…oui…oui…oui…"

He slammed into her, his length splitting her open wide, his aggression overwhelming her. She cried out in pleasure and he pushed her legs all the way back and shifted to his knees so he could break her down.

"You go back to Oxford, he gon' feel this dick!"

"Oui!"

Reckless. Piping her raw. Needing to stretch her out so she would remember him. The indignant anger in his cousin's voice aroused the alpha within himself and he pounded the fuck out of Vivienne to get back at his blood. If he couldn't bust that spoiled bastard in the face with his fist, then he was going to bust his woman down with his dick.

Erik fucked most of the sound out of Vivienne. She couldn't even make coherent words anymore. Her eyes were glued to his with her lips parted in sweet agony. Every few seconds a deep groan would spill from her throat. He kept the pace brutal and she was game for it.

"Hold your damn legs, bitch!"

Vivienne reached up and curved her hands under her thighs and held them in place as he gripped her throat with one hand and held onto the headboard with the other.

"OOooohhh!"

The vibration in her throat was felt in his hand and he pulled all the way out just to thrust back in to hit that bottom of her pussy hard. Her eyes rolled back and shut as tears spilled from her lids. He eased his grip from her neck to allow her more air but she pushed his hand back down harder.

"This my pussy now. Right?"

Her eyes popped open and her breasts bounced distracting him. He reached down and felt all over her chest as she thrashed under him. He plucked at her clit before rotating firm circles into the small nub.

"I'm cumming!" she shouted.

Erik watched her pussy contract around his girth and before she went limp in his arms, he pulled his shiny erection out and stroked it until stringy hot ropes of semen spurt all over her belly.

"Princess!" he choked out.

He milked out all that his balls could give and Vivienne smeared it into her skin. Gulping for air, Erik sat back from her. When he was able to breathe normally, he searched for his clothes and got dressed.

"You won't eat?" she asked.

"I need to get back to the hotel and get ready for tonight."

Disappointment turned her face sour.

"You have plenty of time."

He glanced out of the window. It was snowing again.

"So unusual," she whispered staring at the falling flakes with him.

"Do I need to call a car service?"

"Gaspar will take you where you need to go. Won't you stay longer, Erik? Please?"

Her face was lovely with the glow of their rough sex. Erik hated the man's guts but he had to admit that his cousin had great taste in women.

He sat on the edge of the bed and put on his shoes.

"How long you been with that nigga?"

"T'Challa? We've been on and off for two years."

"You love him?"

"I do. I'm not in love with him though. He makes that difficult."

"How?"

"He only loves himself and some other woman back in his country."

"Where is he from?"

"Wakanda."

"Have you ever been there?"

"No. It's a poor country and I don't do poor. He won't take me there anyway."

"Why not?"

She shrugged.

"He makes excuses. His family is well off. I think his father is a despot. He's been in power forever."

"He have any siblings?"

"A little sister."

This was news to him.

"What's her name?"

"Aren't you a curious one?"

"Sizing up my competition."

"Her name is Shuri. He's crazy about her. Brags about her all the time."

"Have you met his father?"

"King T'Chaka is T'Challa times ten."

She laughed. He tried to smile. His stomach was tight.

"I met him in London once. With T'halla's stepmother Queen Ramonda."

"He re-married…." Erik pondered the information. Another heir. And a wife that could get in the way.

"You know about them?"

"What?"

"You said 'She re-married'. Like that was important to you."

"Nah. Just curious. He seems so uptight."

"He can be a delight…when he gets his way."

"Why do you need a break from him?"

"He's intense. Like you. That can grow tiresome. But the sex is worth it."

She fell onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

"Thank God you both weren't in the same room. It was like watching two male Betta fish circle each other. The expression on his face though when you wouldn't leave! He's never been denied anything in his life!"

Erik stood from the bed. Vivienne crawled over to him and sat up on her knees holding out her arms. He kissed her lips but didn't hug her. She pouted.

"C'mon now, I can't get cum on my clothes."

She sat back on her heels.

"I enjoyed your company," she said.

"I enjoyed yours."

"Can I see you again?" she asked.

"Depends on Tony. We're here a few more days then it's back to L.A."

"I want you to call me."

"If I can. I will—"

"No. You call me. Or I will kidnap you again."

She cradled her breasts.

"You're the one who's spoiled," he said.

She didn't deny it.

###

The private room in the private Gentlemen's club reeked of pungent cigars, cognac, and tired old man cologne doused too liberally on pale pampered skin.

Erik tugged on the tie he had to wear wishing he had some good weed to smoke to help him focus. Tony sat near him cradling a Cuban cigar. The room was filled with high rollers from Saudi Arabia, China, Australia, Argentina, and South Africa. The card table and the dealer was set with chips. They all waited for Prince Francesco. He was late.

Erik's leg began to bounce and Tony kicked the bottom of his chair to make him stop.

"Forgive us!"

The Prince strolled in and Erik was surprised to see Princess Vivienne behind him. They both took seats at the poker table. He couldn't hide the delighted smile on his face when the Princess looked up and saw him sitting across from her.

"My niece, Princess Vivienne. I know the rules say men only, but I couldn't deny you all a chance to play with the best."

Small head bows were given to Vivienne but her eyes were only on Erik's.

The moment all their hands were dealt and bets were wagered, Erik learned the hard way. Never judge a book by its cover.

Princess Vivienne cleaned everyone's clock during the first two games, and as his pile of chips dwindled, Erik knew then that it was going to be a long night.

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Worldbuilding Month: Day 9

{I s2g somebody asked me whether or not Bill owns that lighthouse in this canon, but I can’t for the life of me find it. (I still have two asks for Worldbuilding Month, though, and as I continue to put off talking about the last two topics I actually walked into this month planning on talking about, I’mma probably going to answer those. :D)

Anyway, to respond to a question that Tumblr seems to have eaten, first off, yes. Bill calls the lighthouse the Sea Cottage because he thinks he’s hilarious when it comes to names, but its actual, full name is the Cerulean Cape Lighthouse. It’s been decommissioned for the past thirty-some years, though, since most sea routes have been diverted away from Cerulean Cape thanks to the Eastern Kanto Power Station—or, in other words, the Power Plant. You would think it’s actually because of Zapdos, but no, they just diverted it because you probably don’t want to have ships sailing too close to an active power plant, you know?

But the point is, it was decommissioned and actually abandoned until Bill came along and was like, “I have no idea who I have to shove money at to have this place, but I want this to be my home now.” And the town of Cerulean Cape—because there’s a town right there, between Cerulean City and Vermilion City—was like, “...okay.”

But that’s not quite as important as which canon does this blog even take place in?

(Oh, don’t worry. We’ll talk about Bill’s actual reputation with the locals at some point this month.)

The answer is ... all of them.

Or, well, most of them except Special and Pocket Monsters (the latter of which is the one where Red has a clefairy). I’ll get into why later, but first, let me explain how this works.

Gameverse Red is the same as Zenshou Red. He’s the one who fought Team Rocket at Saffron City, defeated the mysterious Viridian Gym Leader (and chased him out of the gym, basically—though he obviously doesn’t retire from a life of crime after this point), became champion, conceded championhood to Lance, and retreated to Mount Silver.

Ash Ketchum is the one who started out from Pallet Town and then ... did everything you probably are aware of thanks to the anime. (I ignore Electric Tales canon when it comes to Ash and Gary, though I adopt the hell out of it for every other character that appeared in it. Just ... just roll with it.) Ash and Gary are a year younger than Red and Blue, the latter of whom is Gary’s cousin. (Red has no relation to Ash.)

Consider all of the above to be Gen I. You’ll need this notation for later, so just keep it in mind.

That takes care of the first gen. Subsequent gens look like this:

- Most of the gens occur exactly as they do in canon, but wherever you have a choice between male or female avatars, it’s usually the female character who goes on to be the hero and champion. There’s really no reason for this, other than a joke I cracked with a reader of a sci-fi fic I write on the side, wherein someone noted the fact that Hilda and Rosa were champions, to which I responded with, “Yes, and Hilbert and Nate ran off to start a noodle cart together.” This turned out to be half-true. Hilbert and Nate ran off to start a noodle restaurant together. They’re gay, and Hilbert keeps inflicting terrible food ideas on the customers. But anyway.

- Another note: I realize in a previous post that I name each of the champions as ... not being the player characters. As in, according to the queer culture post, Steven, Diantha, Iris, and so on are still champion. The truth is that they’re actually ... not unless a character decided to hand the title back to them for one reason or another. That means that the best way to read the earlier post is by looking at it as, “This is a list I made with these characters as champion so I don’t have to immediately explain that these other characters are champion.”

- Gen II: This means that Lyra is indeed the Johtonian champion, with Ethan Gold (meaning, Ethan and Gold are the same person) not quite completing his journey. Crystal exists as well but quit her journey to become a researcher. It was Lyra who stopped Team Rocket’s attempt to take over Goldenrod City, although this plot didn’t have anything to do with finding and reaching out to Giovanni. Rather, it was just an attempt to use the Goldenrod Radio Tower to broadcast the frequency the Rockets had perfected at the Lake of Rage. (Lyra did not stop Team Rocket at Lake of Rage; that was Ash.)

- Incidentally, Giovanni never properly retired. He merely gave up the Viridian Gym after suspicions fell on him as to what he did on the side. To the majority of the public, he still maintains the facade of an upstanding businessman who cares about the people, and his cover story for giving up the gym was that he wished to focus more on his business pursuits. (This is why trying to prove that he’s a member of Team Rocket pisses Bill off just a little. Giovanni is just too good at covering his tracks.)

- Anyway, yeah, the branch of Team Rocket that tried to take over Goldenrod wasn’t trying to find Giovanni, as mentioned above, but rather establish a better foothold in Johto. They half-succeeded. Team Rocket still has a very strong presence in the region outside of Goldenrod, and the only reason why they don’t have Goldenrod is because that city’s already half run by the local yakuza and half run by criminal rings formed by Galarian immigrants, and neither of these groups have any interest in either joining Team Rocket or putting up with Rockets encroaching on their businesses. Lyra just defeated the executives at the Radio Tower, it was the locals who chased Team Rocket out of Goldenrod. With chains, knives, and guns, no less.

- Gen III: Emerald is the canon universe for Gen III, meaning both Groudon and Kyogre were awake at the same time. The western half of Hoenn was subsequently hit with a massive heatwave, while the eastern half was pounded with torrential rain. Lanette had been taken to Ever Grande for her safety early in the legendaries’ battle, and this is how she developed a phobia of intense storms.

- Sapphire Birch (daughter of Professor Birch) and Ruby Maple (son of the Petalburg Gym Leader) teamed up to summon Rayquaza and stop the battle, but it was Sapphire who caught Rayquaza and subsequently became both the hero and champion of Hoenn (by way of defeating Steven), until she conceded to Wallace. Ruby, who didn’t want the press, left Hoenn to continue his journey elsewhere. Sapphire is still a prominent trainer in Hoenn.

- The Delta Episode didn’t happen as it does in canon, but Zinnia exists in this world. She notes that it’s very different from both the one she came from and the one “the other her” was supposed to save. Deoxys was intercepted by the government and remains a pokémon known only to government officials and top-level Symposium researchers.

- Gen IV: Full disclosure: I never finished Platinum, so instead, I follow DP canon for the blog. No one knows what actually happened at the top of Mt. Coronet, including which legendary was awakened there. We do know that both Dawn and Lucas were present but not which one specifically saved the world. Both proceeded to become champions (Lucas defeated Cynthia, while Dawn defeated Lucas, then conceded the title back to Cynthia). Dawn then went back to Sandgem to resume her work as Professor Rowan’s assistant. Lucas went to the top of Mt. Coronet with an ancient artifact and hasn’t been seen since.

- Gen V: Hilbert was Hilda’s childhood friend and started alongside her but not with her (or Cheren or Bianca). They crossed paths numerous times until Hilbert decided training wasn’t for him and proceeded to retire. Hilda went on to become the Hero of Ideals and the champion of Unova, a title she almost immediately conceded to Iris (who she let defeat her so she could go off to find N).

- Gen V.5: Nate follows a similar story to Rosa: he was her childhood friend but not close enough to travel with her. Eventually, he met Hilbert, who talked him into becoming a business partner of sorts. Rosa, meanwhile, proceeded through the rest of the canon story, obtaining Reshiram from N and claiming the title of champion for herself. She’s still the champion of Unova ... and the only one who knows where N (and by extent, Hilda) are at any given time.

- Both Black City and White Forest exist. They’re right next to each other. Opelucid is a city with a mix of both old and modern architecture, and Drayden and Iris had shared the position of gym leader until Iris challenged Hilda for the title of champion. Iris never went back to the Opelucid gym after being defeated, but she is a prominent trainer who often supports actual champion Rosa. She’s filling in for Grimsley as the fourth member of the Elite Four while Grimsley’s off globe-trotting.

- Side point, but Alder exists and was defeated by Hilda. I just keep forgetting he exists because I never actually 100%’ed BW, lol.

- Gen VI: Serena and Calem are the same person. Or more accurately, Calem’s deadname is Serena, until he came out as trans shortly after the events of Gen VI. Something about what happened at Geosenge made him realize he needed to be truthful to himself because, you know. Life’s too short not to. Besides, becoming champion kinda gave him the power to be like, “Listen. If you don’t accept me, that’s fine, but just so you know, I have literally faced the gods of life and death, survived, and proceeded to wipe the floor with this region’s Elite Four and former champion.” Diantha, of course, is 100% in support of both Calem and the aforementioned statement.

- Just as an added cherry on top, which legendary did Team Flare try to awaken? And which one did Calem catch as a result? Yveltal. He eventually found Xerneas too, but I can’t go into that in case someone actually does want to read that giant sci-fi fic I’m writing on the side.

- But yeah, Lysandre is dead as hell. Sycamore is secretly devastated, which is why Calem set off to find Xerneas.

- Gen VII: Selene, a newcomer to the Alola region, is the one who did ... pretty much all of what went down in Gen VII, including eventually taming Solgaleo (“Nebby”). Lunala never surfaced, and USUM never happened.

- Lillie eventually found her way to Bill, who took her under his wing for about a year. After that, Lillie returned to Alola with copies of Bill’s notes and a thumb drive containing what they hoped would be a cure for Lusamine. Turns out, it was, and Lusamine has been well (and in therapy) since. So ... in case anyone’s wondering what happened to Lillie after the few brief times she was mentioned early on in this blog’s history.

- Elio, a boy from Iki Town, is blissfully unaware of all of this, but he was the second person to ascend to Alola’s Pokémon League and challenge their Elite Four. Acerola kicked his ass.

- By the way, Hala was an Elite Four member for all of a month before deciding he would much rather go back to Melemele Island and resume his duties as a kahuna. Molayne took his place (at Kukui’s request) and has remained ever since. The other admins are still baffled by how this man can be a hardcore gamer and Elite Four member and still have time to both do science and run the storage system ... except Bill, who is an unrepentant workaholic who doesn’t sleep, so therefore, his opinion doesn’t count.

- Gen VIII: Victor is just one of Hop’s friends. He's traveling mostly to keep up with what Hop’s doing and support his friend, but he doesn’t really go out of his way to adventure or get stronger.

- Gloria, on the other hand, is the hero of Galar and will absolutely kick your ass in a heartbeat. She doesn’t have a Scottish accent, but she does have Cumbrian one, given that Postwick is literally supposed to be Windermere. Anyway, she’s the chosen one for Zacian. (Hop gets Zamazenta.)

- Chase and Elaine do not exist, LGPE did not happen, and I don’t know what you’re talking about.

- All of the events that are actually stated as happening above occurred pretty much in rapid succession, within a few years of each other. Or to make this visual even clearer, the timeline is as follows:

Gen I (FRLG) happened at the same time as Gen III (Emerald). > Ash Ketchum left Pallet Town a year later. > Gen II (HGSS) and Gen IV (DP) happened two years later. > Gen V (W) happened three years later. > Gen V.5 (B2) and VI (Y) happened two years later. > Gen VII (Sun) happened three years later. > Gen VIII (Sword) happened three years later > the Crown Tundra sideplot of this blog happened one year later.

This means it’s been fifteen years since Red and Blue left Pallet Town and fourteen since Ash left.

That said, circling back to Bill and his team, I know the Pokémon anime states that the storage system is a transfer system and that it was invented by someone else, but because all of this went down in the infamous porygon episode, I can say that’s not true, and you probably wouldn’t have known otherwise if I didn’t just tell you. So Professor Akihabara doesn’t exist, and the digital storage system does.

But yes, Bill lives in a lighthouse he calls the Sea Cottage. He dyes his hair green and speaks with an accent that to our ears in the real world sounds awfully British, and in addition to being a tech researcher/engineer, he studies ancient pokémon behavior on the side. His backstory (hated school, used a trainer’s journey as an excuse to get out of going, had an ivysaur that evolved into a venusaur and inspired him to become a researcher) is lifted straight from Electric Tales, but a few side details are either taken from the games (details about his family, being the son of a fellow pokémaniac who annoys the piss out of him, etc) or How I Became a Pokémon Card (he once met a dratini that was the child of a giant dragonite, and furthermore, he gave dratini its official National Dex name). As for which pokémon he’s fused with, it was a clefairy (first, according to the games), followed by a rattata (Special), and finally a nidorino (Zenshou, also games).

That said, I also ignore a lot of Special canon, in part because I didn’t read much more than the stuff related to Bill and in part because I just ... don’t really care for Bill’s interpretation in that universe. Oh, sure, it’s funny to see him try to throw hands whenever possible, but I just kinda grew up with the chiller Bill from literally every other universe. That and I kinda want to provide Bill content that doesn’t just fall back onto the default interpretation for him, which always seems to be some variation of the Special interpretation. So while I still take elements from Special (his birthday is another one, for that matter), the vast majority of the canon I use is really from other sources.

Same thing can be said for the rest of the canon used here. The short version of all of this is that I rely on a mix of the anime and games for all facts offered here, coupled with my own twists on canon when it comes to characters and timeline of recent events in order to blend the two together.

It’s confusing, but just roll with it.}

[rimaiahwrites]

Slumber party—

Part five

Israel was sitting in her room with a thick book pressed in between her fingers while her cute round glasses hung on the tip of her nose. Since it was Friday, It was a chill day for her. She had no chores or errands to run because she had gotten them all done the day before, so that meant it was just going to be herself, her books, silence, And her baby turtle Franklin, of course. He was cute, small and a bit smelly but he was one of her first friend.

Israel slightly jumped from the screeching sound of her window Flying open and hitting her wall, with a loud slam.

The weather was a bit breezy today but Israel loved when it was like this. The sound of the wind blowing against her window and The soothing clicks and clacks of her mother Wind chimes hitting against each other. It triggered a feeling In her that was hard to explain... It brought her back to a place she missed dearly, her childhood. Summers at her grandparents house playing outside, and sleeping in a full size bed with four of her cousins, scratched up together with nothing to cool them down but the loud fan in the window.

it was a feeling that only lasted seconds before life pulled her back to the harsh reality that she was grown and had responsibilities.

She got up from her window seat and shut it. She glanced out the window and her eyes drifted over to the site of her parents loading the car up with what looked to be suit cases. Her eyes frowned in confusion before she throw her book on the bed and jogged down the crackling stairs. The front door opened before she could reach the bottom of the stairs, her mom came in frantically looking around the room like she was looking for something.

"Mom where are y'all going?" She asked concerned at this point. She had only seen her mother like this once, and that was when her oldest brother got arrested. That was another story for a different day.

Isabel finally grabbed her keys and headed for the door not even hearing her daughters question. Israel followed her outside and grabbed the car door before she could close it. "Where are you going? What happened?" Her mother let out a huff since she was out of breath from running around the house grabbing things.

"your aunt got into a really bad accident this morning, so me and your dad is catching a flight to Chicago to make sure she already, this was the earliest flight we could catch. We're probably gonna have to stay a week or two since she has no one to take care of her. Call and Tell your brothers we're leaving, and make sure to lock the door." Her mom yelled out the car window as her father drove out of the driveway slowly as Israel stood there dumbfounded by the news. She watched as they drove away. It more then odd but why would her mother lie about her sister being in a car crash? She shrugged before going back into the house.

She sat on her knees in front of the couch with her Palms facing The ceiling saying a quick prayer for her aunt before hopping up with a squeal.

She felt bad for her aunt...(even though she only met her once when she was about ten) she really did....but that didn't mean she wasn't excited to have the whole house to herself for the day. Having three older brothers will leave you drained and in-dire need to some privacy and alone time.

She decided it was the perfect time for her pamper routine she tried to do every week.

She jogged up the stairs before grabbing her speaker and phone. She Blue-toothed it to the speaker. Soothing music was a very important part of the routine, or else it was boring. She turn on her Noel soul/feminine empowering play list. Which was full of, erykah-badu, Ari Lennox, Lauryn Hill and Solange, plus more amazing female artists.

She ran her bath water hot, and clear of soap since she was very sensitive in her lower half area. She pull flower prattles in the water to make it look pretty before adding a few drops of some scented oils.

Her bathroom smelled of vanilla.

She stood in-front of her bathroom mirror, slowly swaying her body to the beat and voice of Ari Lennox. Backseat.

Israel dragged her oversized shirt over her head, and slowly dragged the thick fabric of her white sweatpants down her smooth pretty brown legs. She turned away from the mirror and dipped her foot in first before fulling sitting down in the hot water. She took a breath of relief.

She reached over her bathtub to grabbed the book she was reading. 'How to embrace your feminine' it read on the cover, in big bold pink lettering. She was very interested in the topic lately. And it was differently helping her embrace her feminine side more and more. Her mother, of course taught her the basics such as, how to properly clean herself and to cross her legs when she sat, but it was so much more to it then just making sure to cross your legs when you sit.

It was WAY deeper then that. It was the way you dressed, acted, speak.

When you hear that it may seem a bit intimidating but it truly changed the way the whole world looked at you, especially as a brown/dark skin women, Since they were seen as aggressive, anger, and bitter by Society for whatever reason.

It hurt a bit to know you have to change yourself for society to except you, but Israel wanted this. Ever since she was a young girl but never knew how To express her girly side since she was mainly around her older brothers.

A hour later, her music was interrupted by her phone ringing and she sat her book down on her sink before standing up from the water and stepping out, dripping water everywhere.

"Erik." She whispered, a grin spreading on her glossy lips, as she stared down at her phone screen. She jumped on her bed and unplugged it. "hello?" She answered, her voice getting softly automatically.

"Wassup babygirl, what you doing?" He asked, putting his phone on speaker so he could set it down on the floor next to him. Grunting as he pulled himself up, his chin tapping the pull up bar slightly before he lower himself, repeating it over.

She stood up from her bed and grabbed her towel, wrapping it around her breasts. She walked back into her bathroom and drained the now lukewarm bath water. "just got out the tube, and about to shave, exfoliate and put a face mask on." She giggled softly.

"Damn that sounds good as fuck right now, you mind coming over and pampering me?" He half joke, chuckling before jumping down from the pull-up bar to grab his ice cold water. She laughed throwing her head back. "Awww poor baby, you sore?" He sighed laying down on his mat. his hands on his head, feeling the soreness really kick in. It was most likely gonna be worst tomorrow.

"Hell yeah...my legs, arms and stomach feel like they just ran over."

"Why do you work yourself so hard Erik?" Things got quite on his side, she looked at her screen wondering why he was speaking. He was staring off into the distance with his lip in between his teeth. "Because I got some important shit to get done..." he tailed off.

"Life changing shit. Get ready I'm about to pick you up." She chuckled rolling her eyes, dipping her fingers in to the clay face mask that she was in love with. It made her skin so soft and scar free. It was a very important part of her skin care routine.

"How you know I wanna go somewhere with you?" He chuckled standing up from the floor taking the phone with him.

"Cuz you ain't got shit else to do." She opened and closed her mouth, offended but know he was right.

"Fine I guess, but this time I get to stay out how ever late I want since my parents are out of town." She cheered brightly. Smiling into the camera with her gray face mask on. Then She gasped As a genius idea popped into her head. "Oh my gosh can we have a sleep over at your house? That would be so fun!" Erik on the other side of the phone sorted. "A sleep over? What is this 5th grade?" Well shit. Israel thought putting a pout on her face.

"Well I wouldn't know since I never got to have a sleep over or go to a sleep over before of my parents." Having strict parents was a struggle. She knew that they only did it to protect her but she feels like she missed out on a lot stuff when she was a child.

"We ain't having no damn sleep over." He said sternly, pouring some cold water in his glass water bottle. Israel pout got bigger but Erik ignored her. Israel stomped her bare foot on the ground, the smacking sound catching his attention. "Please? Pleeeeeeease! We can get candy, movies blankets the whole thing....pretty please? With a cherry on top?" Erik sighed harshly staring at her with a bored expression. "Alright whatever Sasha, start packing ya shit, imma be there in like 30 minutes." He said chuckling before hanging up on her before she could ask why he called her Sasha. She laughed at the fact that he thought it was only gonna take her 30 minutes to get ready.

Israel shrugged and ran back into her bathroom to shaved, deep condition her kinky curls and moistures her whole body.

a horn honk was heard two times and Israel already knew it was Erik so she didn't bother looking out the window. She ran down the stairs and out the front door with her big brightly blue duffel bag. She locked the door before skipping off the porch happily, with a big grin on her face, Her big duffle bag swinging around from her running.

"Look at her spoiled goofy ass." He mumbled to himself smirking.

"You're 2 hours and 15 minutes late." She stated jokily because sliding into the passenger seat. He chuckled dryly. "Ha ha I was low key rethinking this whole thing to be honest."

Bold.

Israel had been trying to think of a word to describe him and one of them was bold. He didn't really have a filter...or maybe he just didn't really care about other people's feelings. Not saying that it hurt her feeling because she knew he was only joking...probably.

"Stop acting like you wasn't the one that asked me to come with you. You don't be having anything to do ether." She assed back, cutting her eyes at him. Only making him chuckled.

"What the fuck is in that bag? You pack ya whole room?" She rolled her eyes before unzipping it to show him everything.

"No, I just brought some of my favorite movies, some popcorn and the rest is some clothes and stuff."

"The notebook?" He said eyeing it in disgusted, picking it up and throwing it back into her bag.

"What? What's wrong with the notebook? It's a really sad and loving story." She defended her favorite movie hugging it to her chest. "That shit is so soppy-" she smacked her lips. "Ok and? You probably only watch thug where the main character always dies in the end from some gang related shit." Erik sat quietly because she was right. She snickered shaking her head.

"Yeah but that's real life shit, niggas die every in the hood but how likely is it that you meet this girl in high school, y'all parents make y'all break up on some Romeo and Juliet type shit then years later y'all find each other when one of y'all about to get married then y'all fuck fall in love again them find out whole time the bitch had short term memory lose-" Israel gasped at his harsh words, smacking him on the arm. "Erik!" She screamed covering her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

"That's shit is just not possible." He shrugged stopping at a red light.

"You're just looking at it In the wrong way- she grabbed the movie case looking at the back of it. -think of it like this, they had a love so strong that even years later they were still in love with each other, even after ally found love again there was no love compared to the love she had for Noah." She sighed batting her eyelashes towards the blue sky, like she looking at the love of her life.

"It's a beautiful story Erik." He rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath. "I still don't want to watch that shit but ok."

-

Erik unlocked his front door to his house and Israel stepped in.

His house smelled like him- was the first thing Israel thought, while spinning around to get a full look at the house from the door way.

Since it was a loft his Kitchen, living room and bedroom was all in one room, basically, Except you had to go up stairs to get to his bed. And it was all decorated with a African theme. Masks and ancient looking spears and weapons hung on the wall almost like in a museum. Israel was so intrigued She forgot Erik was even standing there. "Wow..." she whispered reaching out to touch The long sliver spear. "You like it?" Erik whispered in her ear making goosebumps appear on her arms The back of her neck. "Yeah...it's beautiful, where you get it? Is it real?" She said dragging her finger tips down the front of it feeling it's smooth texture. "You mean is it from a real African tribe? Yes it's is, it from a tribe of women." Israel's eyes lit up brightly.

"You have so many cool things up here." He nodded watching her look closely at everything. He went to the kitchen to let her explore a little while he popped the popcorn for the movie. Eventually she walked into the kitchen to find Erik pouring the bag of popcorn into a big bowl for the both of them to share.

"You have a beautiful home." She complemented him as he passed the bowl over for her to grab some. She stuffed her mouth full as she grabbed the bowl. "Thanks, Damn slow down mamas it's not gonna run from you shit." He mumbled watching her barely be able to swallow the rest that was in her mouth before a another hand full was in her mouth. "My bad, it's a habit." She laughed chewing slowly now.

"Nah yo ass just always hungry." He joked. teasingly poking her in the side, making her squirm from how ticklish she was.

"stop that!" She groans smacking his hand before grabbing a another handful of pop corn.

______

Israel plopped down on Erik's bed as he turned on his projector and set everything up for the movie.

She loved it here, his whole loft was a vibe. From the front door to his bedroom— his bedroom was probably her favorite part since she has never really seen anything like this.

"What are we watching?" Israel asked innocently looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"IT." He shrugged clicking on the movie before walking back over to the bed to sit next to her.

"but...I don't want to watch it..." she tilted her head to the side, sticking her bottom lip out at him. "Oh come on you cry baby you'll be fine, ain't no clown ass nigga bout to come in here and get you, and if they tried I'll kill his ass." He said making her laugh out. "I still don't want to watch this shit, imma be scared to night...I'm going to be by myself all weekend most likely and you live all the way out here so what you gonna do?" He only chuckled and hushed her pressing play on the movie.

Israel hide herself on the side of Erik as it began.

-

A hour and 5 minutes later A jump scare popped on the screen and Israel jerked so hard the popcorn spilled over landing on Erik's lap. Erik on the other hand was unfazed and haven't jumped not once yet, and it was annoying Israel. "You're making me look like a scary cat damn...at least jump once." She mumbled cutting her eyes his way. "Because it's not scary, you just a pussy." She gasped and smack him on the arm playfully. He chuckled and throw a piece of popcorn at her face that she throw back without a hesitation and then that turned into a popcorn fight.

Israel throw a hand full of popcorn and Erik won by dumping the whole bowl onto her head. "Erik! That's not fair!" He stuck his tongue out at her and hopped off the bed before she could throw more at him. "I won fair and Square, don't be a sore loser." He chuckled as she sat on her legs with a pout on her face and her arms crossed over her chest with the bowl on her head. "Stop making that face before I come over there and attack your cute ass."

"You always cheat when we play games....like last night when we played 8 ball-"

"I didn't cheat you just trying to make yourself feel better because you know you suck ass." Israel mouth hang open in fake shock and Erik tossed a piece of popcorn into it. She couldn't help but laugh at his dumb ass as he yelled "buckets!"

He pick up the remote and pressed Pause on the movie that they had completely forgot about and scooped some of the thrown popcorn back into the bowl. "Imma go get my vacuum, I'll be right back." Israel Nodded her head, popping a few m&m's in her mouth.

It was popcorn literally everywhere and Israel felt kinda bad that he was the only one trying to clean even though she helped make the mess. She didn't want him to think she was a horrible guest so she started to push the popcorn up in a pile in the middle the bed. As she was reaching over to grabbed more popcorn she stretched her leg out accidentally kicking something off of the bed. It made a loud crashing sound and Israel prayed that she didn't break anything. She was sure Erik would ripe her head off if she did.

She turn around and pecked over the side of the bed. It was a laptop- a Mac book to be exact. A two Thousand dollar laptop. "Shit." She mumbled reaching over to grab it by the screen. She plunged it back into the charger and the screen popped on. it was unlocked which was surprising since not many people left their laptops or phone without a password.

She hummed and focused on what was on the screen. It was a girl with pink prissy Lingerie and tall white platform heels on. Her makeup was bright and her curls were loose and blonde. It caught Israel's attention immediately. It looked to be on Tumblr but she wasn't quite sure. She knew it look familiar to the app that her cousin jazz spent hours. Jazz had tried her to get into it but Israel just wasn't really fascinated by the app. It looked boring and plan to her.

And eventually after looking at the picture for a couple of seconds Her Curiosity got the best of her And soon her fingertips were moving to the scrolling pad and she was invading his privacy.

The page was full of beautiful girls dressed in cute girly outfits and pigtails and she was hooked. She was already a whore for fashion so she was always up for finding and exploring with different aesthetic's. And this was definitely one that she was not TO familiar with. She has dressed in prissy and girly things of course since she was a girly girl but never to this Extreme. The hair bows butterfly clips, knee-high socks pastel color platforms and tutus styled with crap tops were so cute to her. It was nothing like the clothes she had in her closet.

Her style had multiple personalities and this was one that she definitely wanted to add to the Collection. Then something Else caught her attention, the words DDLG, princess, daddy, little, and dom/sub printed everywhere on the site. One girl put #miss my daddydom in her caption and Israel went to click on the tag curious as to what that meant. She knew the girl wasn't talking about her father with the type of picture that went with the caption clearly.

She was so lost in Computer and finding new pages that she didn't hear or see Erik walk back into the room...not until the laptop was being snatched away from her hands. She gasped and scramble to get her words out. "Why were you on my shit?" He hissed slowly pressing his body against hers making her lay flat on the bed with her palms gripping the cushion. She let out a shaky breath turning her head avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry I-it was a accident-" He let out a deep and scary chuckled that made her blood run cold.

It was like he was a completely different person.

"So you accidentally turn my laptop on and was looking through my shit?" He asked. She then realized how stupid that sounded how much trouble she had just got herself into. She should have knew that he would snap like that since he did that the first she got in his car and was looking through his shit. "Well n-no I just meant I didn't do it intentionally....I accidentally kicked your laptop off the couch while I trying to clean up the popcorn and your laptop popped on and then the cute ass outfits that girl had on caught my attention and the next thing I knew I was scrolling through your st-uff." She whispered trying to Swallow the lamp that was Forming in her throat. The tears filled her waterline and her vision became blurry. Erik's face softened a bit and he sat her up on her butt. With tears now running down her face and a little pout silently asking for forgiveness.

Erik's big thumbs ran across her cheeks taking the tears with it. He let out a deep breath before pulling her head up in the air so that she was looking at him. "Stop all that crying shit, look at me." He demanded. Her doe eyes stared into his. "It's alright just don't be looking through my stuff without my permission, I hate that shit."

She nodded and they sat in silent until her Curiosity got the best of her. "What is...that?....i really like the way they dress... it's cute." She said batting her eyelashes trying to lighten the mood. Erik ran his hand down his face cracking a small smile before resting his hand on his chin, Staring at her.

"You like... the outfits? the only thing you saw was the outfits?" She shrugged. "I mean some of them were half naked but nothing more then their panties and bras" He plotted down on the bed next to her pulling her down with him so they were both laying down staring at each other. "I got some filthy shit on there I don't think you're innocent ass would be able to handle." She broke out into a fit of laughter, she laughed so hard tears came to her eyes. She didn't know exactly why it was so funny to her but it was- maybe it was the fact that she couldn't see Erik as a 'filthy' man. Erik didn't find it as funny as she did. Once she saw he wasn't laughing she stoped, and bit her lip. "Sorry."

"Why you laughing tho?" She shrugged again.

"I just...don't see you as- I don't know a dirty man. When I think of a 'dirty man' I think of a man that's really  really sexual. You talk dirty sometimes but you even talk about your sex life that much- a matter of fact you never talk about you sex life like ever, I mean expect for that one night but other then that you don't." He give her a teasing grin before pulling her closer by wrapping a arm around her waist.

"you want me to talk about my sex life?" She blush And smacked him on his chest, it vibrating from his deep laugh. "No of course not...unless?" She mumbled before placing her hand over her face to hide her embarrassment. "How you gonna say that then get embarrassed?"

He lick his thick lips slowly watching her peck through her fingers with a small smile on her face. "I just mean like....what so interesting about it? My cousin literally tells me everything about her and her man sex life so I'm sure I can handle what goes on in yours."

"'ight bet." He smirked getting up from the couch And over to the cabinet that was across the room. He grabbed a key that was hanging a above it and unlocked the cabinet. Israel leaned over to try and see what was in it but his bold ass shoulders were in the way of her view. Soon he pulled out a dvd case with no picture on the front and popped it in. He jumped back onto the bed with her, he watched the screen load while Israel starred holes into his face.

"What did you just put in?" She asked as she got a bit suspicious. His behavior had changed she could tell by the way his body shifted and the look on his face. It was hard again with a slight smirk glazing his lips. His eyes hazy and low. He shrugged at her question just as she did not to long ago to him.

He pressed play and the smirk he had on his face turned into a full on grin when a dark room with little to no light in it. The only light was a red LED lightbulb that gave the room a dark glow. Israel frowned as she tried to figure out what was happening. Realization hit her when she saw Erik come into the camera shot with a limp girl laying in his arms. She almost looked....lifeless with the way her arms just flopped around.

Erik laid her in the bed and took what looked to be rope from the dresser next to the bed. He brought her arms up to the headboard and tied them tightly. Since the girl was unconscious he had no problem tying her up. He kinda wished she was awake cause he liked the struggle sometimes. After he tired her arm and legs to the headboard he reached In the dresser again and pulled out a long white candle and a lighter. He sparked the lighter and the girl's finger twitched a bit and he grinned evilly knowing she was coming back. He lit the candle and let it malt slowly. The tip of the candle wax was clear now so he slowly pour it onto the back of the girl's legs since they were up in the air. She blotted awake in shook and in pain.

Israel slowly began to sink into her seat as chills were sent down her back, this wasn't something she has ever seen and he haven't even got started yet.

"You're awake.....how lovely of you to join me princess, how was your sleep." The girl breathing was heavy and loud but she calmed down when she saw it was just Erik. Erik ran his hand down her the valley of her breasts all the way down to her naked pussy.

Her body shivered slightly and jerk. "Just fuck me already Daddy!" The girl whin. He had already teased her to unconsciousness she was tired of his games.

"This is what you call foreplay, it's basically just getting the girl turned on before you start fucking her. Mainly because if she isn't wet it'll hurt her and won't feel as good for the guy ether." He answered before she could even ask because he knew she was going to ask. She clueless, poor thing.

She nodded trying to swallow her spit even though her mouth was dry. She was getting hot everywhere. Erik could tell by the way she squirmed and shifted in her seat. Her eyes were glued to the big tv screen. eyes watching his every movement, as crazy as it may sound she was slightly jealous of the girl on the screen. As she got older the more she craved to be touched by a man, she was definitely sexually frustrated and she just had to deal with it.

"Ok Erik I get it now we don't have to watch the whole thing." She huffed out a breath reaching out for the remote to turn it off but Erik snatched the remote from her.

"Nah you wanted to watch it so watch it." He snapped making her roll her eyes. They were now 15 minutes in and Erik was fucking the girl to tears. Her voice was horsed and almost gone with the way she was screaming for him to fuck her harder. Erik's body was glossy from the sweat that was dripping down in tear drops onto the girl's.

The tension in the room had gotten so thick that Israel was feeling a bit uneasy, her cheeks were hot and her hands were shaky but her eyes stayed on the screen.

This was probably the best porn she had ever seen- even though She hadn't searched and looked for porn on her own since she was semi traumatized from All the videos her cousins tried to get her to watch one night at a sleep over they had about a year ago. And all the videos that they showed her were videos of white girls fake moaning 'yes daddy give me that big thick cock' and ever since she it had been a big a turn off for her— but this? This was on a whole different level of sexy. The way his body moved mesmerized against the girl's. she couldn't help but imagine the girl as herself. In a deep arch gripping the sheets begging for him to let her cum.

Israel lip was sucked in between her teeth in a hungry manner and her feet played with each other on top of the blankets that were now at their feet.

"Erik..." he hummed at her, moving his eyes to hers. "Why are you showing me this?" He grabbed the remote and stopped the video.

"Because you asked to see it, don't ask me to show you for no shit like this again-" He mumbled taking the dvd out his dvd. "-cause clearly you can't handle it." He snapped, now facing her.

"I Didn't expect you to show me that..." she mumbled moving her eyes around the room to avoid his.

It was silent on both sides, Israel was more so embarrassed then amused like Erik was. "Why so quite now mamas?" He asked laying back on the bed.

"I feel...tingly, down there" He hummed, smirking. turning his face towards her. "You feel all hot and bothered?" She nodded her head before laying against his shoulder, in embarrassment.

The fact that she just admitted that to him was probably the most embarrassing thing she has every done.

"You want me to fix it?" He asked very softly, against the shell of her ear. She whimpered. "E, stop...can you put my movie in now?"

"You don't want daddy to help you?" He said in a jokily manner, Teasing her while poking her in the stomach.

"Erik stop teasing meeeee you're making it worse!" She whined pushing him off of her. "Nigga put my movie in." She demanded, pointing to the tv laughing nervously.

"Alright alright, Baby." He chuckled loudly before getting up to put her movie in.

Part 1 of 2

[timeforelfnonsense]

Looking to Make Friends

Dafni x Astarion || T ||  Ao3 ||  Sunshine & Starlight: My on going bg3 series 

Some pre relationship fun before any feelings were caught.  Astarion has a pretty good WIS score and with his background, I think he'd be quite good at reading other people. It's interesting to contrast that with Dafni, who is also very perspective but in a very different way. (and they were narrative foils)

Astarion padded along softly behind Dafni, bow drawn and at the ready. He’d offered to help her catch dinner for the party. To be perfectly honest he wasn’t much for hunting. Not with a bow anyway. In truth, he’d followed her out here to pick her brain. He wanted to get the measure of each of his newfound associates and the peculiar cleric seemed the best place to start. She was far and away the most open of the bunch. The rest of their number all carried an air of privacy about them. Dafni, in contrast, was completely transparent or at least presented herself to be. She could also serve as a bridge to gaining the trust of the more discerning among them. She’d already created a respectable rapport with Gale and the pair they’d picked up in the grove, Wyll, and Criella. She’d gone out of her way to offer hospitality and kindness to each person in the party, even those who seemed less than interested in playing nice. 

You do seem the type. Inquisitive. Looking for connection… It’s every man for himself and you are looking to make friends.

The corner his Astarion’s lip turned up. Shadowheart was canny. That much was clear. She was, however, too short-sided to see the benefits of having someone of that sort on her side. Dafni wanted friends and he needed to secure an ally- It was an ideal fit. He’d noticed the way she blushed at his teasing. How eager she was to keep his company. She almost certainly found him attractive. That made things a bit easier at least. 

“Can I confess something to you?” He inquired, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her pointed ear, “I asked to tag along because I wanted to spend time with you.” Dafni’s cheeks turned cherry red as he traced the blade of her ear. A coy smile forming across his lips. “Aw, I hope I haven’t embarrassed you. I couldn’t help but overhear the way Shadowheart rebuffed you this afternoon. It’s her loss really if she can’t see what an intriguing woman you are.” 

“I-Thank you, Astarion.” She stammered, tracing a small circle in the dirt with the toe of her boot, “What did you want to know?” 

“Tell me about your life before all of this?” He asked, gesturing to his temple. 

“In the city or before that?” She asked, tilting her head thoughtfully, “I can think of several ways to answer that question.” 

Astarion mulled his response over for a moment. He was curious about her life in the city. Dafni was a creature of the wild through and through. She seemed very much at home among the plants and creatures of the forest. It was hard to picture her strolling about the lower city. But, he’d observed her to be the sentimental sort. An inquiry into her more distant past would yield far more. 

“Tell me about where you grew up?”

He heard her heart give a worrying lurch. Her honey-brown eyes falling to the faded leather of her shoes as the flush that covered her cheeks grew even deeper. That was not the reaction he had been expecting from her. Was she embarrassed? No. Nervous. Her arms crossed over her chest as she let out a rush of air from barely parted lips. 

“Umm- Well, as you might have overheard Criella saying, I’m from the Feywilds originally. I should have told you the truth when you asked about my being from the city. I don’t like lying! Even by omission! I just wanted you to trust me...”

Astarion knew a thing or two about conceding one’s nature. He had to stifle the chuckle building in his chest. It would seem he and lovely little Daffodil had something in common. 

Her reaction had been rather dear. But, the logic did follow. The creatures of Faerie had a certain...Reputation. View by the common folk as at best, fickle, whimsical beings, ruled by emotion and a strange sense of decorum. And at worst as wicked, Unseelie tricksters or hags looking to strike duplicitous bargains. 

She wants to be liked, He thought,  Her reputation is important to her. 

“Think nothing of it!” He soothed with a wave of his hand, “We are all entitled to our little secrets. I’d still like to hear more if you’d be kind enough to indulge me?” 

“Of course!” The tension in her shoulders loosened and she continued, “I’m actually quite proud of my heritage, despite my omission. Of all of the Protectors' children, the eladrin of the Faerie are the most like the first elves that sprung from his blood. The plane of Faerie is magnificent. As close a place to Arvandor, there is. It teems with the most beautiful plants and colorful creatures in all of creation. It is a place of enchantment and wonder, both deadly and delightful. Many creatures who stumble into a crossing by mistake lose their wits to its irresistible splendor but my people, we prosper where others wither.” 

He took note of the way her back straightened when she spoke. Her posture took on an elegance he hadn’t seen in her before. He couldn’t help the smile that touched his lips. For all her charity and warmth she still held a small taste of that classic elven haughtiness. Interesting indeed. 

Even more interesting still was the specific pride she took in her ability to survive what overs could not. He was not easily impressed but spirited Dafni had made quite the impression on him. She was tenacious and spirited. She would not surrender herself to their grim fate.

Another similarity. 

 He thought back to their first night in camp, to her girlish snickering at his unease about sleeping outdoors. She had called ‘N'Tel'Que'Tethira’, a city elf. 

But, no sooner than the words left her did a modified expression fall across her pretty round face. Her next sentence had been a string of apologies and assurance she felt no superiority to her city-dwelling cousins. 

Astarion had gathered the fondness she felt for the elves was not limited to her own people but rather all varieties of elves. He’d overhead her with Gale, insisting she was no scholar yet there seemed to be no question of elven lore or history she could not summon at the drop of a pin. He’d not given much thought to his own elveness in quite some time. On the list of things, Astarion was, elf did not fall very high on the ranking of importance. Yet Dafni, from the moment she set eyes on him, saw kin and ally. He’d even seen her extend this esteem to Shadowheart. 

Pride in her culture and people. He’d found another piece of her puzzle. A bit obvious but important nonetheless.

“I was born in the Faerie reflection of the Moonshaes, on the Isle of Gwynneth.” Dafni continued, “In a village called PeleiraI. It was an oasis created by the primal elves who first came to the feywilds after being cast out by Corellon.”

Astarion nodded along as she spoke. He recalled the images that had flashed through his mind upon their first meeting. Tucked away in a forest of mythical beauty, her ‘village’ had been a far cry from the thatched huts and dirt floors the word brought to mind. He’d seen spires and structures of flawless marble reflecting a breathtaking, sunset of burnt orange and vivid violet. The ethereal structures scattered among the woodland didn’t detract from the wild nature of the glen but enhanced it. Appearing as if they had been grown from the earth just the same as the imposing trees that sheltered them. 

“I saw the fleeting image of a settlement when our minds touched. It looked like something out of a fairytale. I’ve never seen anything like it.” He affected his voice, coloring it with wistfulness and awe, “I can only imagine the adventures you got up to there.”

“I did a lot of nothing most days.” She snorted, “Read. Practice medicine or magic. Explore the forest. Pester my older sisters. Maybe a hunt with visiting Seelie knights if I was lucky. I was never really allowed out without my sisters or some sort of escort.” Dafni scoffed the heel of her boot hitting the tree behind her with a soft, repetitive thump. “My mother, Thesmia is our clan’s leader. She’s a well-respected wizard and historian of a sort. I think she knew I was curious about what was on the other side of the mirror so to speak. Gwyneth is littered with fey crossings and she didn’t want me wandering off to the material all alone.” 

She was the sheltered daughter of a noble (or close to it)? Right within his bailiwick! Her story wasn’t an unfamiliar one. Many of his marks in the city had been young lords and ladies smothered by the expectation and duty. All itching for the taste of freedom they were certain they’d find in Astarion’s honeyed words and dark charms. 

This revelation did not yield new information so much as clarify an impression he already had. He’d seen more than her childhood home that day on the beach. The worried face of an otherworldly elven woman and bone aching wanderlust still burned through him when he played the memories over in his head.

“Is that why you left to live with the wood elves?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, “To see this side of the mirror?”

“You remembered?” The flush returned to her cheeks as she fidgeted with the string of her bow.

Astarion smiled his most beguiling smile, “I told you I thought you were intriguing, did I not?”

 “I suppose you did!” She hummed, “Well to answer your question, yes. In apart anyways-'' She shrugged squeezing her biceps, “I wanted to explore, I was never going to know myself in Thesmia’s shadow. She was very...resistant to the idea. She’d seen how cruel people could be. That was part of why she made a home for us in PeleiraI. If she had it her way I would have spent the rest of my days in tucked away safe in her tower.” Dafni paused for a beat, her hands anxiously toying with the edge of her sleeve, “Please don’t misunderstand me. I love my mother dearly. She can just be a bit…”

“Overbearing?” He suggested.

“Yes.” Dafni giggled, releasing the worried fabric from her fingertips, “I know she wanted what was best for me. We just didn’t agree on what that was. I wanted to live my life and she wanted me to live hers.”

“I can sympathize to an extent.” He said, his mouth turning down into a scowl.

“You had a loving but smothering ancient being as a mother?” She tittered, playfully bumping her shoulder against his.

“No.” His tone came out a bit sharper than he’d intended. He ran his hand through his hair composing himself before he continued, “But, I understand the feeling that your life isn’t really your own.”

It was a risk to offer such information up. One he maybe shouldn’t have taken but, something about her vulnerability made him feel a little less guarded. A skill that could prove dangerous. At least his slip up hadn’t been for not. Her heart had slowed to a steady thrum. The jittery shuffling of her feet had stopped. 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Dafni responded, placing a hesitant hand on his arm. He had expected her to pry. She was painfully curious and astonishingly open with her own feelings. Yet, she seemed to sense pressing the matter would upset him. Instead, she moved on. Her voice coming out small and far away, “I think she wanted me to be more like her. Refined. Intelligent. Graceful.” She sighed pressing her back to the mossy tree trunk, “Sometimes I worry I might have been a bit of a disappointment.”

Ah-

There it was. The piece he’d been hoping to find. She wanted reassurance. Validation. To be valued and appreciated by her own merits.

“I don’t know your mother or her mind but, for what it’s worth, I think you are quite remarkable.” 

“Really?” Her voice quivered as she looked up at him with sparkling doe eyes. 

“If not for the tadpole’s intervention you may well have, how did you put it, cut my smug head right off my shoulders?” He snickered toying absentmindedly with the pommel of his dagger, “Or made a respectable attempt at any rate. I’m not often bested by my quarries.” 

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad I didn’t.” Dafni leaned in close, the sweet scent of her dizzying his senses. Her breath tickling his ear as she whispered, “Your head is far too lovely to be parted from your shoulders.” 

“Why, Daffodil! I’m flattered!” He stated a pleased grin plastered across his face, “Not surprised but, flattered. You did strike me as a woman of taste.”  

“Are you always this cocky?” She chided in a teasing tone.

“Probably.”  

“Hmm. Why am I not surprised” Dafni had tried to sound vexed but the edges of her voice teemed with amusement. Her big, topaz eyes gleaming with joviality, “Fair is fair. Tell me about your life before the tadpoles?”

He felt a slight unease creep into his chest in response to her innocent inquiry. He’d played fast and loose with the truth countless times with his marks but Dafni was different. She was observant, always picking up on the little subtleties of people's deminers. He would do better to stick to omissions rather than out and out mistruths. He brought his hand to the back of his neck giving the tender mussels a gentle rub.

“Oh, what is there to tell.” He put on a dispassionate expression. Careful to sound cool and nonchalant. “I was a magistrate- it’s all rather tedious.”

“Really? I can’t picture you as a bureaucrat.” 

“And why not?” He gasped clutching his hand over his chest.

“Well for starters, you despise rules even more than I do. You like to stir up trouble. And your sense of morality- How do I put this, seems a bit...crooked? No offense.” She explained, indicating her points on the tips of her fingers.

“Oh, none taken!” Astarion gave her a peal of hearty laughter, shaking his head, “Daffodil, I hate to be the one to tell you there is a great deal of dubious morality in government.”

Her expression soured, her lower lip quivering ever so slightly as she stuck it out, “Well, I still can’t picture it. You are far too much fun for such a stuffy job.” 

“People have many sides, dear.” He shrugged glancing over at her with a playful look, “But thank you.”

[renee-writer]

Teenage Daughters Chapter 22 She Says..

Quite Explicit

She knows what she wants. What he wants. Even what their daughter wants. It should be simple. But she is so nervous. “What would it mean?”

“Weel,” He pulls her between his legs as he perches on the back of the couch. “We could sleep, just sleep next to each other, cuddled or spooned together. We could make out some, take some of the heat, ye ken. I could make you cum.” She groans low enough only he heard it, “ like that? Or we could have a second time. It is up to you. We are not disabled by drink. This would be a conscious decision.” She rests against him as she thinks. His body is telling her what he wants.

“I want to share your bed and your body.” She confesses against his chest.

“Then you shall.” He lifts her head and kisses her. A kiss that promised more to come. The bairns bedtime is suddenly way to far off.

She baths that night in preparation. Shaving parts of her legs she hadn’t in a while. Trimming farther south. Thoroughly soothing her body with lotion. She is ready.

She places the fanciest nightgown she had brought with her on. After she weaned her daughter, she had gotten on the pill. They should use a wellie anyway as she didn’t know where he had lain in the last 16 years but at least a broken one won't be such a crisis. A robe is put on for the children and she waits.

Finally the giggling girls head off to whisper and laugh in bed together. She meets Jamie's eyes and he takes her hand and leads her into his room. She is relieved it is a floor above their daughters and her cousins. He leads her in and bolts the door behind him. They both them stand together. Both wish to make the next move but are both frozen by the awareness of what they are about to do. Finally Claire slips her robe off.

Jamie pulls his shirt off and Claire walks up and lays her hand on his bare chest. “Christ!” She whispers. His muscles are remembered. Moving under her hands as he moved deep in her. But these are bigger more defined.

“Hauling casks makes going the a gym unnecessary.” He breathlessly says. Her wee hands on him were a huge turn on.

“I see.” She moves one hand down and pushes at the low hung sleep pants. He gets it and pushes them off and kicks them completely off and out of the way. He wears nothing under them.

Her breath gives out at the sight of him fully nude and bloody beautiful. He is muscular everywhere and his cock is as magnificent as she recalls. Swallowing hard she let’s her hands and eyes explore as she walks slowly around him. When she makes it back to the front, he is breathing hard and his cock is easing pre-cum.

“My turn.” He harshly says as he reaches for the hem of her gown. Slowly lifting it, he exposes her long legs, her carefully trimmed bush, her shaking stomach, those amazing breasts. He throws it to the side. She meets his eyes. Her body was different, her tummy a bit paunchy from her big daughter, criss-crossed with stretch marks. As is her slightly sagging breasts.

“Jamie, please say something.”

He tries a few times before finally, “You are the most woman I've ever seen. The lass I've burned 16 years for.”

“You are sweet but..”

“Sweet am I!” He growls out. He takes her between his hands and zeros in on her cherry red nipple. Pulling it fully into his mouth, he sucks her as a man starving for her.

“Holy f*cking God!” She calls out as her heads grip his shoulder and head. He moves between them until her legs start to shake. Only then does he lift up. His feral eyes find hers.

“You are quite sweet too.” He says before lifting her onto the bed. He then drops down and samples her other sweetness.

Her memories don't do justice to the incredible pleasure his tongue and fingers pull out of her. She jerks, arches, tries to clamp her shaken legs closed, as her blood is flooded with it. His name is all she can say.

“Not quite yet.” He says, pushing her legs back apart.

“Jamie, I can't. Not like that again.”

“Ye can for I've ye and I have yearned for yer honey for 16 years.” His desire makes his Scots stronger and her hotter. He sets in again.

Taken her clit deep in his mouth, as his fingers curl up in her, he precedes to drive her so far over the edge of pleasure that she bucks almost off the bed. A high keen fills the room, stopped by the stone walls and floor.

He then lets her go. She pulls her legs up on the bed, pulling them up to her chest to hold in the pleasure as mini shocks keep her jerking. She had never came like that in her life. He joins her and wraps his arms around her.

“I will simply hold you if you wish.”

“No,” she stops takes a few more ragged breathes as her heartrate starts to slowly return to normal. “No. I need you inside me. I want to bring you pleasure too.”

“More pleasure for bringing you pleasure brought the same to me.” He confesses.

“God Jamie. Please take me and you needn't be gentle.” He growls as he pulls a wellie on, leaving room at the tip this time. He rolls her over and gently opens her legs before taken himself in hand. While keeping her eyes, he enters her and feels fully complete.

“Oh Claire!” He groans as he starts to move. Her fingers move down his chest and find his nipples. She pinches them. “Ah Dhai! Keep touching me like that!” She does as he moves faster. She feels it building again. One hand abandons his chest, and comes around his neck, finding those soft curls again.

“Jamie! Jamie, Jamie, Jamie!” She cries as the pleasure raises and overwhelms her again.

“Fuk does that feel good!” She pulls and tightens around him. It is almost more then he can take but he doesn’t wish to cum just yet. So he stops moving until she releases him. He then slowly builds back up, feathering kisses across her face. He finds her lips. She presses up, kissing deeply as he gets sloppy in his movements as he gets close. They break apart as he cries out her name as he fills the condom.

They lay breathless after. He had risen long enough to get rid of the intact wellie. The chuckle at the fact it held as they lay catching their breaths.

“I looked for you in every lass I've lain with.” He says after a few hundred slowing heart beats.

“Did you?” She turns and rests her hand on his chest. He covers it.

“Aye. No one was good enough. Jenny thought me to picky but I knew you were out there some where. So even though I laid with a lass when the need got overwhelming, none fully got my heart.”

“Nor did none get mine.” She softly says.

“I love our daughter and for her I owe you my soul but you have held my heart for 16 years. I dinna understand until I saw you again why I couldn’t fully give it away. If I hadn’t been so pissed.”

“And I. But we aren’t now. I love you too Jamie.” He bites his lip as tears fill his eyes. He takes her lips and they kiss until need draws them back together.

[joontopia]

Evolver: Chapter 2

pairing: namjoon x reader, jimin x oc, jin x reader

genre: mafia!au, evolver!au, superpower!au, soulmate!au with angst, smut, & violence

word count: 9.6k

warnings: nsfw, cursing, soft dom!joon, bratty!reader

You stood there beside your father with your arms crossed, still smirking at the blonde haired boy standing in between Won-ho and Jin. You enjoyed the look of shock and embarrassment still apparent on his face after finding out who you are. He was cute, handsome even. The thought of his hands on your body excited you and you found yourself wanting to draw closer to him. The little show he had playing in his head of the things he wanted to do to you only piqued your interest in him and you found yourself continuing his thought process in your own mind, wondering how his lips would feel on yours.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t mind having some fun with you either, Pretty Boy,” you thought to yourself. Before you let yourself get too lost in your thoughts, you reminded yourself why you were here. 

“What are you hiding in that gorgeous head of yours…” You looked back up at Namjoon, cheeks still slightly flushed from embarrassment. He blinked a few times, still staring at you, before clearing his throat. 

“I’m Kim Namjoon. Won-ho’s nephew on his brother’s side. It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N,” Namjoon said while he placed his hands in his pants pockets, giving you a beautiful smile that made his dimples pop out from his cheeks. 

“Holy fuck, that’s cute.”

You felt your cheeks flush from the sight of him. You couldn’t deny it to yourself. You were very, very attracted to Namjoon. You took a few seconds to finally look him up and down. He was dressed in a black suit with a white button-up shirt underneath his blazer. Long blonde hair slicked back just a little out of his face. Just slightly taller than Jin, his shoulders were not as wide but you can still tell he had a very nice build under his clothes. You involuntarily licked your lips as your eyes trailed up his long legs and torso. Once your eyes met his again, you noticed a smirk now on his face, one of his eyebrows raised while looking back at you. The shock and embarrassment gone, now replaced with confidence and dominance.

While still staring at each other, you peeked back into his mind. You were met with an image of you pinned under him on a bed, one hand securing both your arms above your head by your wrist. The other roaming your body again, making its way down to your hips while one of his legs spreads yours apart. Your lips part just slightly, feeling yourself becoming aroused by the way he’s roughly handling you in his mind. You keep your eyes locked on his, holding his gaze and daring him to continue. You practically forget where you are, not realizing everyone’s eyes were watching the both of you. You and Namjoon start to unconsciously take a step towards each other, while Jin, who was still standing next to Namjoon, was looking back and forth between you two. You didn’t even notice him until he cleared his throat and spoke to you, breaking your concentration on his cousin to look at him.

“So how was your trip, Y/N? Didn’t think you were going to make it back in time,” Jin said, giving you a big smile.

“It was good. Cut short but I was able to get done what I needed to do. Did you miss me, Jinnie?” You gave him a wink and watched his ears turn red as he smiled again and looked away from you. 

“Well…” Won-ho spoke as he took a seat in the armchair next to him, “Now that we are all acquainted, let's get started, shall we?”

Jin went to go stand on the right side of his father while your own father took a seat in his armchair across the way from Won-ho. You felt eyes on you and turned to look at Namjoon, who was still staring at you. Your father went to speak, but you weren’t in the slightest bit interested in what he had to say. Too preoccupied with the deliciously dirty thoughts of you floating through Namjoon’s head. You held his gaze again, watching as he now showed you images of having you blindfolded, hands tied to a bed frame as he’s tracing your entire body with an ice cube followed by his tongue. You felt a shiver go up your spine, mentally experiencing the sensation. You continued to stare at him as he continued with the thought in his head, further trailing the ice cube down your stomach and between your thighs. You involuntarily squirm on the spot, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. Namjoon, noticing you fidget, smirks and clears the image from his mind, not allowing you to see what more he was going to do, much to your annoyance. 

“What a fucking tease,” you thought as the sides of your lips turned down into a slight frown. Your eyes started to shift towards your father and Won-ho, intending to get caught up on the current conversation when you see Namjoon slightly tilt his head out of the corner of your eye. You turn back to him, still looking at you as more images start to form in his mind, these ones much different than the previous two he shared with you. 

You saw yourself sitting on a bed, the covers slightly thrown off to the side, legs wrapped around Namjoon as he pulled you close. Your hands lightly placed on his bare chest while you were wearing nothing but his button up. Your foreheads were leaning against each other as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. The intimacy of the moment made your cheeks flush pink. The scene suddenly changed in his mind. This time the two of you were sitting at a small table covered in a white cloth while a waiter poured two glasses of wine. A delicious looking slice of Tiramisu on the table between you. Your hand reached for his across the table as he interlaced his fingers with yours. The look he had on himself in his mind was so loving, the way he was staring at you. The real you broke eye contact with Namjoon, looking down to the floor. The scene in his mind changed again. You watched as he watched you in his mind, walking down a nature path lined with blooming cherry blossom trees. You watched as you turned around and smiled at him, giggling as you reached for him and pulled him close for a kiss. 

You felt your cheeks flush again. “Pull yourself together, Y/N. Don’t let him get to you,” you thought to yourself. “Find his secret. Do it now while he’s distracted.” You snapped your eyes back up to meet Namjoon’s. Looking past the scenes he had playing for you in his head, you dived into his memories. Flipping through his memories like a picture book, you didn’t have to go far to find the memory of his earlier car ride with his uncle and cousin. You watched the memory, listening to the conversation they had in the car. Bingo.

You pulled out of Namjoon’s head and tuned back into the conversation between your father and Won-ho.

“Seojun, my friend. I know you’re growing tired of my requests, but I promise this is the last time. If you say no again, I will honor it,” Won-ho said to your father, a serious look on his face.

“Is this why you brought your nephew up here? Offering him up as another bachelor for my daughter?” Your father asked. Static energy radiating off of him in annoyance to the topic. Won-ho opened his mouth to answer, but you cut him off before he could. 

“No. He’s here for another reason,” you said while still looking at Namjoon. All eyes in the room were now back on you. “He’s an evolver. With the power of persuasion.”

“What game are you trying to play at, Won-ho?” Your father asked through gritted teeth. If Won-ho was nervous, he didn’t let it show. His voice was calm and unwavering in his response, even though what he was about to say was a lie.

“No games, Seojun. My nephew has a power that would be more useful up here with us rather than being put to waste in Busan.”

“Don’t you lie to me, Won-ho.” The energy radiating off your father made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He looked at you, mouth pressed into a hard line. He didn’t even have to say the question he wanted you to answer, nor think it. “Is he lying, girl? Tell me now.”

You looked at your father before looking up past him and making eye contact with your brother. Yoongi shook his head slightly and you gave him a small smile, nose scrunching just a bit before turning and looking at Won-ho. Your eyes start to glow red, diving into Won-ho’s mind. It takes you longer to find his memory of the car ride here, him being very well trained in hiding his thoughts from mind readers like yourself. Once you find it, you bring it to the surface of Won-ho’s mind as he stares, poker-face, back at you, making sure he knew that you were well aware of his intentions before you answered your father’s questions.

“He’s not lying,” you said, eyes still looking at Won-ho. The corner of his lips turned up into a small smirk before looking back at your father. You look up from him to his side and see Seokjin looking at you, giving you a nod of thanks for keeping their intentions quiet.

“Seojun, my friend. You mean to tell me, you still don’t trust me? After all we’ve been through?” Won-ho says with a chuckle. You can feel your father growing even more agitated by the second, the energy radiating off of him causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand.

“I do not have time for your games, Won-ho. This union will not happen,” your father said through gritted teeth, his hands digging into the arms of the chair he was sitting in. You notice his eyes start turning red as a spark goes off in the space between you two, causing you to jump a little to the side. You notice movement out of the corner of your eye and turn to see that Namjoon took a step towards you, a look of concern on his face. You look at him, shaking your head and he stops. 

Won-ho, ignoring the obvious tension in the air, continues to press his luck, “Seojun, this would speak volumes in the underground. This would make our stance as the top mafia even stronger.”

“Are you implying that we are weak? Choose your words carefully, Won-ho,” your father said, teeth still gritted together. 

“You know that is not what I mean. All this will do is unify our two gangs. My son and your daughter would rule the futu-- “

“ENOUGH!” Your father shouted as he slammed his fist down onto the arm of the chair, eyes glowing a deep blood red. A jolt of lightning shot off from his closed fist and up into the ceiling. You throw your hands to cover your head as you feel small pieces of the ceiling fall on top of you. 

You began to raise your head and brush off the dust when you heard Jin yell at you, “Y/N! Look out!”

You look over at Jin who was looking up at the ceiling above you. You hear cracking noises and look up just in time to see the chandelier you were standing under start to fall. Eyes wide, you start to take a step back when you feel someone push you out of the way and fall to the ground on top of you, just as the chandelier crashed onto the ground where you stood just a second before. All of a sudden, a huge burst of energy shot out from you and the person on top of you causing your ears to ring.

“Y/N, can you hear me? Are you okay?” You look up to see Namjoon on top of you, eyes focused on you looking for any signs of pain on your face. You look around to take in what just happened. The chandelier and broken glass are scattered across the room, six feet from where it initially landed. Jin and your brother are picking themselves off the ground by the wall, the burst of energy seeming to have thrown them against it. Your father was standing beside his overturned armchair, glaring at you. Won-ho was knelt on the ground by his armchair in the process of getting up.

“I- I’m fine. What just… How did you…” You couldn’t find the words to finish your sentence as you looked back at Namjoon. It didn’t help how close he was to you, his face inches away from yours. Without thinking, you lifted your hand and went to touch Namjoon’s face, only stopping when a jolt of electricity shot through your arm, causing you to cry out in pain. Knowing exactly where it came from, you look at your father. He was still glaring down at you, eyes back to glowing a deep red. Namjoon moved his body in front of you, trying to block you from any further attacks from your father.

“What have you done, girl?” Your father growled at you, taking a step towards you before Yoongi grabbed his arm, stopping him. You watch as he turns to stare at his son, snatching his arm out of his grip in the process.

“Father, this isn’t her fault. You know that,” Yoongi says, stepping in between your father and you and Namjoon. Your father holds a brief stare down with Yoongi. After a few seconds, you see your father’s eyes turn back to its dark brown. He looks around Yoongi to send you one more glare before turning and walking towards the door. He opens the door to leave but stops as he hears Won-ho chuckle.

“Looks like we’ll be joining together after all, Seojun,” Won-ho says, finally standing up from the ground and brushing off dust from his suit. Your father doesn't respond, only continues his exit and slams the door behind him.

Still laying on the ground, you feel Namjoon stand up off of you. He offers his hand to help you up and you take it, brushing off dust and debris as Yoongi walks over to check on you.

“What the hell was that?” Namjoon asked, looking between you and everyone else still in the room. 

Won-ho walks over and pats Namjoon on the back. “That, my boy, was a pairing,” he said before turning to you. “Welcome to the family, sweetheart.” Won-ho gave you a wink and you rolled your eyes. 

You hear a bemused laugh come from the corner of the room. Everyone turns to see Seokjin looking at you and Namjoon, shaking his head. “This can’t be happening,” he says. Before anyone could respond, Seokjin moved towards the door, slamming it behind him as he left the room. 

“Jin, wait!” Namjoon took off after his cousin, Won-ho followed after him, closing the door behind him, leaving you and Yoongi alone in the room.

You stood there, staring at the door, mind reeling over the events that just occurred until Yoongi broke the silence. Turning to you with a small smirk on his face, he placed his hand on your shoulder before saying “Oh, dear sister… What have you gotten us into now?”

“Jin, man, please answer the phone.” Namjoon walked into his apartment building, currently on his 15th attempt on getting his oldest cousin to answer his calls. 

“Good evening, Mr. Kim.” The doorman smiled at him as Namjoon walked through the lobby towards the elevators. He raised his hand in greeting and he dialed his cousin’s number again in his phone. Namjoon stood in front of the silver elevator doors, phone to his ear as it began to ring. Almost immediately, he was sent to Jin’s voicemail. He let out a sigh as he ended the call, the elevator arriving at the same time.

“It’s not like I planned for this to happen,” Namjoon thought to himself as he got onto the elevator. He pressed the button for the 25th floor and entered his passcode; the elevator doors closing shortly after, sending him on his way. As the elevator quickly rose to his floor, Namjoon leaned against the back wall, closing his eyes while letting out a sigh. He tried to think of what he could possibly say to Jin, how he could make this up to him. It’s not like he really had anything to apologize about. He never meant to come in and steal his cousin’s girl. “But that’s just it. You were never really his, were you?” 

Namjoon let his mind drift to thoughts of you. How mysterious and alluring you looked when he first saw you leaning up against the wall. How your little black dress framed your body wonderfully. The way the shade of red lipstick you wore complemented your skin tone beautifully. The look you had in your eyes when you first looked at him. Confident. Curious. The way your cheeks flushed the lightest shade of pink when you were reading his mind. How sexy you looked with the way your body reacted to the thoughts of him touching you. He understood why his cousin was so hooked on you. You were absolutely beautiful. And you were paired with him. His soulmate.

Namjoon opened his eyes when the elevator dinged, pulling himself from his thoughts as the doors opened to the short hallway leading to the red door of his apartment. He walked off the elevator, reaching into his pockets for his key and opening the door. Once inside, he threw his  keys onto the table beside the entrance and slipped off his shoes. Namjoon walked further into his apartment towards the living room, bee lining for the bar on the opposite side of the room. It was a very nice apartment. Both the living room and master bedroom had a whole wall that was a big window, allowing for a beautiful view of the city. He had a second room that worked as an office, a decent sized kitchen he will never use due to his lack of cooking skills and a personal bar in the living room. Namjoon threw his suit jacket over one of the chairs in the living room and poured himself a glass of whiskey from the bar before sitting on his couch. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried calling Jin again. 

Voicemail. Namjoon threw his head back in exasperation. “Come ON, Jin.” He threw his phone on the coffee table and ran his hand through his hair. He sat there staring at his phone, contemplating giving up on trying to talk to his eldest cousin for the night. “Fuck it,” he thought as he picked his phone back up, trying one more time to reach out, this time taking a different approach.

The phone rang 3 times before it was picked up. The other person let out a small chuckle before greeting him, his tone laced with humor. “Heh, well hello, traitor.”

Namjoon smiled before responding. “Ah, Taehyung… So I’m guessing Jin has told you already…” Namjoon took a big gulp of his drink waiting for his youngest cousin to respond.

“Yoongi, actually. He called me shortly after you guys left to give me a heads up. Said Jin may be a little heated when he gets home. I thought he was exaggerating until Jin came home and nearly burned down the front door. You know when we asked for your help in persuading Seojun to marry our families, we didn’t mean for you to steal the girl,” Taehyung said with laughter in his voice.

“Believe me, it wasn’t my intention.” Namjoon chuckled at his cousin’s playfulness, happy that he’s handling this a lot better than his brother did. “Do you think you can do me a favor? Can you put Jin on the phone?” 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now, hyung.” 

“Can you ask him to call me tomorrow, then? Please?”

“I can try, but I can’t promise that he will. Just give him some time, hyung. This isn’t your fault and he knows that. He’ll come around,” Taehyung said after a sigh.

Namjoon leaned back in his seat, leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling. “All this over a girl,” he said, baffled by the thought. 

Taehyung let out a small chuckle. “Y/N’s not just any girl. Jin has had his eyes set on her since we were in highschool. Swears he’d have a fighting chance if he had the balls to ask her out before she met her God awful ex boyfriend. Thought he got that chance when they started fucking in college. Every time he tried to make them something serious, she would leave him heartbroken and he’d swear he’d be done with her, but sooner or later he’d run back to her. They went through this cycle for a couple of years until she finally ended things for good. Jin was devastated when he realized she was for real this time. He saw our father’s proposal of the two of them marrying as his last shot.”

“Well that doesn’t make me feel any better about this,” Namjoon said with a groan.

“Don’t worry too much about it, hyung. Jin knew they were never going to work out. He knew Y/N was never really his. He’s just had to learn it the hard way.”

Namjoon grabbed his drink, taking another sip. “Well, lucky for Jin, there’s plenty of girls like her that he can start over with.”

“That’s just it, Joon. There aren’t any girls like her. There were many times I’d imagine myself in Jin’s shoes. I don’t know, man. There’s just something about her.”

“No other girls like her? That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think?” Namjoon scoffed at his cousin’s words.

“Maybe,” Taehyung said while laughing, “Her best friend, Ashley, would be a good rival. Unfortunately, she’s just been off the market since we were kids. But listen, I got to go. Have some business to take care. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, tomorrow. Thanks for the talk, Tae.” Namjoon was about to hang up the phone until he heard his cousin call his name again.

“Hey, Joon. You should really think about giving Y/N a chance. Get to know her. You are paired now, after all. Her and Yoongi own a bar together in the city. They’ll be there tonight. You should go. I’ll text you the address. Later, hyung.” Without waiting for a reply, Taehyung ended the call. 

Namjoon stayed seated on his couch, thinking over his conversation with his cousin.  What was it about you that had his cousins so enamoured by you? He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t very interested in finding out for himself. He was pulled from his thoughts when his text message notification went off, Taehyung making good on his word by sending him the address to the Min twin’s bar, Bangtan. He looked at his phone, staring at the address before finishing off his drink. Namjoon stood up from his spot on his couch and made his way to his bedroom. “What is it about her… I guess tonight is as good as any to start figuring that out,” Namjoon thought to himself as he entered his bedroom, walking to his bathroom to shower and get ready for his night out.

You have reached the voicemail box of Yang Ashley…

“AHH, Ashley. Answer the phone, bitch,” you growl as you hang up your call. You lay sprawled out on your king size bed, still wearing your outfit from the meeting, typing up a text message to your best friend. You know why she isn’t answering her phone. She hasn’t seen her boyfriend, Jimin, in a week. You’d bet your entire trust fund that they’ve been inseparable from each other for at least the last 3 hours. Fucking horn dogs. You hit send on your text message, laying your phone on your stomach while you wait for her reply. You stare at your ceiling, going over the events that occurred just a couple of hours before. 

A pairing. A fucking pairing. And it happened to you. With Jin’s cousin, of all people. You don’t even know anything about this guy. You close your eyes, picturing Namjoon in your head. You can still see him standing there, eyes full of lust as he stared at you. Your mind flipping through all the scenes he showed you in his head. The way he showed you what he wanted to do to you made your heartbeat speed up. You liked it. The roughness that he showed, his kinks that he exposed. It was definitely something you can get behind. Your mind then trailed to the softer scenes he played in his mind for you. The gentleness in his aftercare, the dinner date. The nature walk of you happy and loving. You hated how you liked those scenes even more. The feelings that they gave you made you feel vulnerable and uncomfortable. Feelings you never thought you would feel again. Who was this guy?

“My soulmate. I have a soulmate,”  you thought to yourself. 

“You gotta have a soul to have a soulmate, love.” You hear your brother’s thoughts from where he was in his bedroom across the hall. 

You scowl at your brother’s teasing. “Fuck OFF, Yoongi!” You think back to your brother and he mental laughs at you in return. You can picture him sitting in his room with that stupid gummy smile spread across his face. You hear your text message notification go off, your phone vibrating on your stomach. You pick it up and see a response from Ashley.

*Y/N: Ash, SOS. Answer the phone. Something has happened.*

*Y/N: Listen, bitch. I know you might not be able to talk on the phone with Jimin’s dick shoved down your throat, but can you at least take one hand off his balls to text me back? This is an EMERGENCY*

*Ashley: First of all, I was napping. Second, you did NOT have to call me out like that. What’s wrong? Did Jin go rogue and pop the question? Or did you fuck him in your office again?*

*Y/N: omg, NEITHER. This is serious, Ashley. I experienced a pairing.*

Not even 15 seconds passed after I sent that text message and Ashley was calling my phone. When I hit the accept button, I barely got a hello out before she was screaming in my ear.

“A PAIRING? WHO THE FUCK DID YOU PAIR WITH? HOW? Oh GOD, don’t tell me it was Won-ho.”

You rolled your eyes at that last comment. “Oh my God, Ashley. Gross, no. Jin and Tae’s cousin from Busan was there. Apparently he moved up here while we were in Japan.”

“How did this happen?” Ashley asked, her voice still coming through strong through the phone, causing you to pull the phone slightly away from your ear.

“Things started to get a little heated. My dad showed his normal frustration over Won-ho’s requests. He let out a bolt of electricity that caused one of the chandeliers to fall. The guy pushed me out of the way and then it just happened. I don’t know. It kinda just happened so fast.” You summarize the events to your best friend, waiting for her to ask you the million questions you could probably guess that she has.

“Wow... And you said it’s Jin’s cousin? Jin must be livid,” Ashley said with a laugh.

“Ash! This is serious! What the fuck do I do?” You sat up in your bed, trying very hard not to scream into your phone at your best friend. Ashley only giggled at your response, finding your growing frustration even more entertaining.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. So what’s lover boy’s name?” 

“DON’T call him that. And it’s Kim Namjoon,” you said as you rolled your eyes. Trying to not get too annoyed with how Ashley is obviously amused with this situation.

“Namjoon. Mmm, moan worthy…” You can practically hear the smile in Ashley’s voice as she giggled after her response.

“ASHLEY!” A laugh slips through your lips as you yell at your best friend through your phone. Despite your laugh, you could feel your annoyance growing even more. You couldn’t tell if you were getting more annoyed over the fact that she wasn’t taking this seriously or that you started to become amused with the situation as well. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N. Seriously, what’s the big deal? What are you so worried about? Jin will be fine. He’s a big boy and he will get over it. He knew nothing was ever going to happen between you two.” Ashley's tone of voice turned firm, catching you by surprise.

“Yeah, I know but that’s not —“ You started to argue back but she cut you off. 

“Then what is it? Is it your dad? Because I’m pretty sure if he was dangerously pissed off about this, you and I would be having a completely different conversation right now. If one at all. If anything, this probably worked out in the best case scenario for him. Only thing better is if it was Yoongi getting paired.” 

You stared at the bedroom wall across from you, trying to understand what Ashley was getting at. Why would your father care if you were paired? “Why would that matter? Me being paired doesn’t do shit for him.”

“You can NOT be this dense. You being paired now means your powers will grow stronger. And with whatever weird twin shit you and Yoongi have going on, I wouldn’t doubt HIS powers will grow stronger, too,” Ashley said, sounding confident in her theory.

She wasn’t completely wrong to have that kind of opinion though. You and Yoongi’s powers have always been connected. You could never explain it. It’s not like there was some special evolver specialist out there you could ask. At least not one that wouldn’t hold you captive and run experiments on you. But that still wasn’t what you were really concerned about. 

“Yeah, I guess you have a point,” you muttered back after a moment of thinking. 

“That’s still not what you’re concerned about?” Ashley asked. You looked down at your bed, pulling your legs in as you sat crossed legged on your bed. You start to play with the hem of your dress, staying silent as you start to feel ridiculous over your concern. 

“It’s Namjoon, isn’t it?” Ashley asked softly. When you don’t respond to her question, you hear her sigh on the other end of the line. “Y/N, he’s not going to be another Jackson. The universe is cruel but it’s not THAT cruel. Besides, he’s family with Jin and Taehyung. He can’t be that bad. You should give him a chance.”

Jackson. Just the sound of his name has you burning with anger and hate. You close your eyes, trying to remain calm knowing Ashley wasn’t intending for you to get upset. “Can you and Jimin reach out to your contacts in Busan about him?” You know your voice didn’t come out as calm as you wanted it to by the sound of Ashley’s sigh on the other end. 

“Yeah, we can do that. Just promise me you’ll give him a chance, okay? This pairing could be a good thing,” Ashley said softly. 

You slightly nod your head even though you know she couldn’t see you. You go to respond as you hear a couple of light taps by your door and look up to see Yoongi leaning up against your door frame. “Fine, I’ll try. But that all depends on what you guys find.” You hang up the phone, turning your attention to your brother who was staring at you with a curious expression. 

“It’s rude to stare, Yoongs. You’re creeping me out.” You say as you move over to the edge of your bed, hanging your legs off the side. 

“Are you ever going to trust anyone again?” Yoongi said, giving you a blank look.

“I trust you,” you said, getting up from the couch and walking towards your door.

“Besides me…” He scoffed, rolling his eyes at you.

“I trust Ashley.”

“She doesn’t count either.”

“Jimin, Jin, Hobi, Tae… I trust more than enough people, Yoongi. What’s so wrong checking in on some guy that I’m more than likely going to be tied to for the rest of my life? Some guy that I know nothing about, I should add.” You stop in front of your brother, crossing your arms as you look at him.

Yoongi nodded his head, pushing off of your doorframe and turning to leave. “Hobi is on his way over. We’re leaving for the bar in a couple of hours, if you want a ride.” Yoongi walked back across the hallway and into his room, closing the door behind him. You stared at his closed door, letting out a sigh before closing yours. You turn and walk back towards your bed, already needing to take a second nap for the day.

Namjoon stood outside the dark tinted doors of the Min’s bar, staring at the hours of operation shown on the door

Bangtan Bar Open Thurs - Sat 5PM to 2AM Sundays - Members only Closed Mon - Wed

“Sundays, members only. Fuck,” Namjoon thought as he whipped out his phone, pulling up his text messages with Taehyung. 

*Namjoon: Tae, wtf man. It’s members only on Sunday. Didn’t think to mention that, huh?*

Namjoon turned back around to walk towards where he parked his car up the street, stopping when he saw his cousin’s reply.

*Tae: Just walk inside, hyung. I got you. Trust me.*

Namjoon turned back around and pulled the door open to the bar, walking into a small entryway. The room was dark and empty. A set of double doors were on the right wall, closed. On the far back wall, a bouncer, dressed all in black, sat on a stool between what looked to be a check-in desk and a closed single door. Namjoon took a step forward towards the bouncer, who had finally looked up from his phone to see who walked through the door.

“It’s members only today. We’re not open for non-members,” the bouncer said gruffly. Namjoon could hear the soft vibrations of music coming from somewhere in the bar.

“I’m here on behalf of Kim Taehyung,” Namjoon said, thinking the mention of his cousin would help, trusting that he would pull through for him like he said. 

“Well, this isn’t the Kims’ bar. You’re in the wrong place, buddy.” The bouncer crossed his arms, his biceps flexing in an attempt to look intimidating. It didn’t work.

Namjoon knew he could easily convince the bouncer to let him through, but intruding in on the Mins’ bar probably wasn’t the best idea. Nor would it be a good impression. Knowing he could easily get through the bouncer while he tried to sit over there looking intimidating left a smirk on Namjoon’s face.

“I need to speak with the Mins,” Namjoon said, taking another step towards the bouncer. 

The bouncer stood up from his stool and started towards him. “Listen, buddy. I already said that it’s members only. Now get the hell out of here before I ---”

“Thank you, Chanyeol. That won’t be necessary.” 

Namjoon looked past the bouncer in the direction where the voice came from. A blonde haired woman was standing in the now open doorway, looking at the two men.

“Mr. Kim, we have been expecting you. Please follow me,” the blonde said to Namjoon before turning around and walking back through the doorway and up a flight of stairs. The bouncer stepped to the side to let Namjoon pass. Namjoon patted the bouncer on his shoulder before walking through the doorway and saying, “Yes, thank you Chanyeol. Nice to meet you.”

The bouncer narrowed his eyes at Namjoon and shut the door harshly behind him. Namjoon smirked again and continued after the blonde, walking up the stairs, the music he couldn’t hear before now getting louder. Before he made it to the top, he could hear talking and laughter, and the occasional sound of pool balls hitting each other. Namjoon made it to the top of the landing and took a look around the room. It was a large room fitted with a large bar taking up the left half of the back wall. To the right of the bar was a hallway leading further back into the building, a pool table area immediately in front of it, currently occupied by you and two of your friends, a dark haired girl and a blonde haired boy named Park Jimin, who Namjoon remembers meeting a couple weeks earlier. He watched you as you lined up a shot, effortlessly sinking it into the corner pocket, much to the dismay of Jimin who was standing in between the legs of the dark haired girl that was sitting in a tall chair against the wall. Namjoon saw you look up at him, probably feeling his eyes on you from across the room. He gave you a small wave before turning to the blonde he followed up the stairs. 

“Over here, Mr. Kim,” She said as she walked to the left side of the room towards a large booth that sat in front of a dark tinted window wall that overlooked the downstairs bar. Namjoon saw Yoongi and another male in the booth, laughing and taking shots. He followed the blonde towards them, Yoongi looking up to greet him.

“Namjoon, looks like Wheein was able to save you before Chanyeol made you my new door stop,” Yoongi said with a laugh. The blonde, who Namjoon figured was Wheein, sat down next to Yoongi as he draped his arm around her, motioning with his other hand for Namjoon to take a seat in the empty chair across the booth from him. 

“Ha, more like she saved you from needing to find a new bouncer,” Namjoon joked back, taking a seat across from Yoongi. He felt himself relax with Yoongi’s playful attitude, relieved that the younger male Min didn’t have the attitude or temper of his father. Having met Yoongi a few weeks earlier when he first arrived in Seoul, he wasn’t expecting for the son of the most feared Mafia leader to be so nonchalant and passive. If it weren’t for already knowing his abilities, Namjoon would have found it hard to find him so intimidating. Yoongi was quick in welcoming him into his circle of friends, but Namjoon figured that was due to his relationship with his cousins and hoped the pairing with his sister didn’t affect that. 

Yoongi poured another round of shots from the bottle of Soju sitting on the table, sliding a glass over to Namjoon before introducing the other people at the table. “Namjoon, you have already met Wheein. This crazy fucker over here is my best friend, Jung Hoseok.” Yoongi nodded over to the brown hair male sitting at the table with them. Hoseok looked over at Namjoon, smiling and offering his hand.

“Call me Hobi. You must be the lucky bastard that won the pairing lottery with the better Min twin,” Hobi said, laughing as he shook Namjoon’s hand, flipping off Yoongi with his other hand who had flipped off Hobi for his comment. Namjoon smiled at the interaction.

“Yeah, the one and only.” Namjoon picked up the shot and tossed it back, placing the shot glass back on the table. “So, how do you two know each other?” 

“We met in college,” Hobi replied and quickly tossed back his shot. “Lab partners. Pretty sure he only kept me around to get to my sister, though. I’m Wheein’s older brother.” 

“I wouldn’t have had a chance to get close to your sister if you didn’t want to get experimental with your powers. Hobi’s an evolver, too. Healing abilities. Can heal himself and others. A lot better at healing others now than when he was back in college. Asshole nearly let me bleed out. Luckily, this angel was visiting for the weekend and nursed me back to health.” Yoongi turned to look at Wheein and gave her a kiss, the blonde smiling and blushing in return.

“Are you an evolver, too?” Namjoon asked while Hobi poured the table another round of shots.

“No, I’m not. Only Hobi got the evolver trait in our family. Our parents run the hospital here. I followed them around and luckily learned a thing or two. I’m a pre-med student now,” Wheein said, leaning back into Yoongi.

“Wheein and Hobi are our medics. Any injury, they got you covered,” Yoongi grabbed his shot off the table and tossed it back. 

“Good to know. May need one of you if I cross paths with Seojun again. Your father looked like he wanted to strike me down right there in that meeting room today.” Namjoon grabbed his shot and tossed it back, barely placing it back on the table before Hobi filled it for him again. 

Yoongi let out a loud laugh before responding. “You don’t have to worry about my father. That look wasn’t for you.” Yoongi looked over towards the pool table and Namjoon followed his gaze. 

He watched as Jimin held his pool stick behind his back and lining up his shot, successfully sinking his ball into a pocket. His eyes fell on you standing next to the dark haired girl’s chair, rolling your eyes at Jimin’s celebration as you downed a shot of alcohol. You made eye contact with Namjoon once again. Namjoon watched as you licked what must have been escaped droplets of the shot off your lips and his mind flashed with images of you underneath him licking your lips. This time from the pleasure of him inside of you instead of the alcohol. The real you cocks your head to the side and raises an eyebrow, eyes faintly glowing red behind the brown contacts. Namjoon mentally cursed at himself, knowing that you caught his recent string of thoughts. 

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Hoseok asked. Namjoon glanced back at him before looking back at you, your attention now back on your game of pool. 

“Yeah… She’s breathtaking.,” Namjoon said, still watching you, barely able to see Yoongi’s slight smirk out of the corner of his eye.

Hobi continued, grabbing Namjoon’s attention again. “She’s not an easy catch, that one. She’s intimidating as hell. Doesn’t help with the amount of protection of guys that surrounds her. Yoongi, Jimin, Jin, Tae, me… Consider yourself lucky this pairing is giving you a shot.”

“Are you insinuating I wouldn’t have stood a chance without it?” Namjoon asked with a playful laugh. One that was cut short due once he saw the serious expression on Hobi’s face. 

“Like I said, you’d have a line of protection to get through first. Even if your cousin didn’t have a thing for her, I’d say your chances would be slim. And that’s if she decided to give you the time of day. It’s nothing personal.” Hobi threw back another shot and poured another round for the table.

Namjoon looked over at Yoongi, giving him a half smile before speaking. “I’m surprised you’re not the one giving me this talk. Considering it’s your sister I’m paired with.”

Yoongi lets out a laugh before responding. “I like you, Namjoon. You seem like a good guy, trustworthy. Honestly, it makes me feel a little bad for you. I don’t need to threaten you. I don’t have to. I could sit here all night and explain to you in detail how I would make you live your worst nightmare. But none of it would matter. All the mental pain and suffering I could cause, she is capable of doing so much worse. Mentally and physically. Now,” Yoongi says as he removes his arm from around Wheein and leans forward towards Namjoon, his elbows now on his knees with his hands clasped together, “with all that being said. If you do end up hurting my sister and you’re lucky enough that she doesn’t kill you, I will.” Yoongi winks and smiles at Namjoon, once again leaning back and wrapping his arm around Wheein’s shoulder.

Namjoon smiled and let out a chuckle. “Fair enough.” Namjoon grabbed his last shot off the table and took it. “Now, if you will excuse me. I have a soulmate to court.” 

Hobi laughed, he and Yoongi giving Namjoon a small wave as he got up from the booth. Namjoon walked up to the bar, ordering a beer and a round of shots before turning and walking towards the pool table.

You heard your brother laugh and look over in his direction, watching as he talked to Hobi and Namjoon, your eyes now trained on the latter. “God, even his side profile is beautiful,” you thought to yourself. You immediately close your eyes and mentally kick yourself for your thoughts, reminding yourself that you still don’t know this guy.

“If you keep looking at him like that, people are going to start to think you like him,” Ashley said, looking at you with a teasing look in her eye. 

“Ashley, I don’t even know him.” You turned to look at your best friend as Jimin lined up his next shot. 

“Y/N, you’ve looked at Namjoon so many times already since he’s arrived, I’m surprised you’re not using him as an excuse for you losing this game,” Jimin said as he held his pool stick behind his back, taking his shot and sinking his pool ball into the corner pocket. He pumped his fist in the air and walked over to stand by Ashley, pulling her in for a kiss. You roll your eyes and down your shot of alcohol that you had on the table. You feel eyes on you again and turn to see Namjoon staring at you. You involuntarily lick your lips, feeling droplets of your shot lingering on then and see Namjoon’s eyes shift down to your mouth. Peeking into his mind, you see images of you under him as he’s grinding into you, licking your lips in enjoyment. Namjoon’s eyes flick back up to yours and grow wide for just a second as you raise an eyebrow at him, letting him know that you were watching. He turns away to look at Hobi and you take this time to focus back on your game. You go to line up your shot before asking the question you have been waiting to ask all night. 

“What information have you gotten on him, so far?” You take your shot, cursing under your breath as the ball bounces off the corner of the pocket, missing.

“Information on who?” Jimin asks, teasingly. You glare at him as you lean up against the pool table, knowing he was just trying to get you to say his name. “My boys didn’t dig much up. He’s got a good reputation for him down in Busan. Nothing concerning.”

“He’s got a good reputation, alright. My girls tell me he’s very good in the bedroom… And any other part of town that he decides. The way they talk about him makes him sound like a Dom I wouldn’t mind having a go with,” Ashley said with a smirk. You know she was purposely trying to poke at Jimin and you watched as he reacted just the way she was hoping.

Jimin clenched his jaw, turning to Ashley and grabbing her by the back of her neck. Ashley’s eyes light up with fire, clearly enjoying the way Jimin was handling her roughly. “You already have a Dom, Baby girl, or do I need to remind you of that?” He said before bringing Ashley in for a heated kiss.

You scoff, snapping your fingers to get Jimin’s attention. “Hey, lovebirds. Keep it in your pants. If I catch you guys fucking in this bar during business hours one more time, I am banning you forever. Now come take your fucking shot.”

Jimin gave Ashley another quick kiss as she giggled, stepping towards the pool table to take his shot. Ashley turns to you and smiles. “First of all, we ARE outside of business hours. And secondly, you’ve banned us 3 times already, Y/N. Your threat is losing its thunder.” 

“You’re lucky I don’t have other friends,” you said with a smile. You watch as Jimin takes his shot on the eight-ball, successfully sinking it into the called pocket and you groan. Jimin walks over to Ashley for a celebratory kiss as you hear someone approach you from the side.

“A little more experience and you could’ve won. Pretty sure you’re supposed to sink the eight ball before your opponent to win the game,” Namjoon said, smiling as he walked up to you and your friends with a round of shots. Your eyes go to his dimple on his cheek for a second and your cheeks flush at the cuteness. You quickly move your eyes to meet his, hoping he didn’t notice your momentary distraction.

He hands you a shot as you reply to him, “I know how to play pool, Pretty Boy. I had to go around Jimin’s last ball to try and sink the eight ball. It’s impossible.”

“Don’t feel bad, Y/N. Even I have trouble trying to make that shot,” Jimin said as he came over to grab his and Ashley’s shot from Namjoon.

“Jimin was the billiards club president in highschool. I’m Yang Ashley, by the way. You must be Namjoon. We’ve heard alot about you,” Ashley smiled at Namjoon as Jimin walked back over to her, handing her the shot. You glared at Ashley and she stuck her tongue out at you.

 you, giving you another smile. “Well, I hope only good things.” He lifted his shot glass in the air. You followed suit along with Jimin and Ashley.

“To new friends and new beginnings,” Jimin said, giving you a wink.

You roll your eyes as everyone downs their shots, you taking yours in the process. Namjoon grabs your now empty shot glass from you and places it on the table behind you. 

“So,” Namjoon says, “are you going to let me show you how to make that shot or what?” Namjoon walks around the pool table, setting up the impossible shot that lost you the game.

“You’ve shown me a lot of things today, Pretty Boy. But I don’t think this is something that can be done.” You gave Namjoon a smirk. You hear Jimin let out a low chuckle and you briefly look over at him as he leaned into Ashley in her chair. Namjoon finishes putting the last ball in place by the corner pocket and walks over to you, circling to stand behind you with his left hand on your hip.

“You just got to trust me, princess,” he said into your ear. You feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, chills going down your back from his proximity. You lean into him, turning your head just slightly towards him, your noses barely touching.

“Fine then. Show me what you got.” He gives you a small smile and chuckles. His hand still on your hip, he bends you over the pool table while his other hand helps you line up the shot with your pool stick. Not able to help yourself, you push your backside into his groin, feeling him suck in his breath from the contact. You smile and peek into his mind just in time to see flash images of him lifting up the skirt of your dress and fucking you right here on the pool table. You roll your hips just a little, feeling his dick start to harden. Namjoon lets out a low groan in his throat. You felt the vibrations of his noise on your backside, sending shivers down your spine, your cunt involuntarily clenching at the sound. Satisfied with the reaction he gave, you decided to get him back focused on the task at hand.

“Wrong hole, Pretty Boy.” You hear him say a curse word under his breath, knowing he was caught again with those thoughts about you. Namjoon takes his hand off your hips and helps you hold your pool stick, taking control of your motions as he pulls back the stick from the cue ball and drives it forward near the bottom of the ball. The force and angle makes the cue ball jump over what would have been one of Jimin’s balls and hits the eight ball by the corner pocket, successfully making it in.

Namjoon leans back off of you, taking his hands off the pool stick that you’re still holding. You hear Jimin let out a whistle and clap his hands before saying, “Damn, Namjoon. Not bad. Even I have trouble landing those shots.”

Ashley leans in to Jimin, her lips barely brushing his ear. “Maybe all it takes is a man who knows how to handle his stick.” You watch as Jimin’s eyes grow dark and grab Ashley by the arm. Ashley gave you a wicked smile and giggles, happy with the reaction she got from her boyfriend as he pulled her from off the chair and led her down the hallway to the backrooms.

“For fucks sake, at least have the decency to lock the fucking door this time!” You yell at your friends, knowing good and well what they're going to do in the bar office in the back. A few seconds later, you hear a door slam. Namjoon laughs behind you, his hand back on your waist as he turns you to face him, your back now to the pool table.

“How many other rooms do you have back there?” He asks with a sly smile. You scoff at him, placing the pool stick on the pool table and cross your arms.

“Not that kind of bar, Pretty Boy. Sorry to disappoint you.” You look up at him, a small smirk painted across your face as he places his hands on either side of you on the pool table, and leans towards you.

“Come home with me tonight.” The look on Namjoon’s face lets you know that it was more of a statement than a question. 

“You’re being mighty forward for someone who just found his soulmate a few hours earlier,” you said, lifting one of your eyebrows at him.

Namjoon gives you a sly smile. “We have our whole life to get to know each other. Why not just skip the formalities?”

You go to lick your lips, catching the tip of your tongue between your lips as you brought it back into your mouth. You watched as Namjoon looked back down to your mouth, then back up to your eyes, holding his gaze. You couldn’t deny it to yourself that you found him unbelievably attractive. The confidence that he carried himself with, especially now, was a major turn on. But you still didn’t know him, and like hell were you going to let him think he was going to have the upper hand. Pairing or not, you weren’t going to just let some guy win you over that easily.

“What makes you think I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you?” Your eyes start to glow red, curious to know what he’s thinking right at this moment. You see in his mind the thoughts he has of you right now. How badly he wants to wipe the smirk off your face, replace it with you begging for him. How he’s thinking if this tough girl act was just that, an act. You laugh at his thoughts and decide to call him out. “I’m not one of those city girls you're used to who wants to try on Mafia Barbie for the day. All those pretty thoughts in your head and you have yet to prove anything. Trust me, Pretty Boy. You’re not ready for me.” 

You go to push his arm out of the way but he stops you, leaning in closer to you.

“That’s four times today that you’ve looked into my head. Now tell me, did you see anything you like?” You looked away from him, letting out a small laugh that was cut short. Namjoon grabbed your chin and turned your head back to look at him again, catching you by surprise. You feel your core clench just from the roughness of the gesture.

“You’ll learn quickly, princess, I always get what I want. And you still haven’t answered my questions. More importantly, you still haven’t said No. Now I’m ready to go home. How about you be a good girl and use the drive to pick out whatever scenario you want to try out when we get there.” Namjoon pushed off the pool table and stepped back from you, letting go of your chin in the process. You looked him up and down, licking your lips as you met his gaze once again. As much as you hated to admit it, the dominance exuding off of him turned you on. The amount of sexual frustration he has built up in you since the meeting earlier in the day begging for release. You push off the pool table and step towards him, making up your mind.

“Lead the way, Pretty Boy.”

[peeterparkr]

“I wanted those M’n’Ms” brooo that sent me!!! OKAY NANCY BABE WONDERS OF ALL WONDERS I SERIOUSLY AM BLOWN AWAY EACH CHAPTER!! I love how she went to the bathroom and was like nope not gunna cry I didn’t make a scene and breaks down outside alone like the one time you should’ve made a scene makes it all a mess! But ughhh Cherry you biiiiiiittttch why would you do that (I mean I understand why cuz Tom is Tom) but he’s your cousin’s ex/boyfriend and you knew that coming back like it wasn’t something you didn’t know.....Tim being a toxic sweet gentleman that I understand why Y/N kept falling for him. I loved the rambling from both I loved the heartache from Y/N and the mumble jumble of her brain trying to put words into heartbreak and poor Harry telling Emma that he’ll leave his heartbroken best friend to stay with her to prove his love for her like ahhh I loved that Y/N poored her heart out into words and Harry not understand why and what his brother was thinking and then getting a hotel after having non alcoholic drinks at a shop and them being red eyed and puffy and just talking about what just happened. Also the Uber driver was probably like 👁👄👁 wtf is the drama keep talking I need the tea I’d love a POV of their driving them two broken-hearted people who once had a thing and now have things with each other’s best friends. I seriously was waiting for Cherry to pop her head around when she was getting flowers and Y/N just go off on her and the sweet sweet aunt apologizing for her train wreck of a daughter and then her showing up and James being there that should’ve been a sign of something didn’t happen the way I saw it happen but she’s so boiled over that nothings going to stop her but like sis why would James be there if Cherry and Tom were doing the thang like a Tom would’ve been dead...on the floor and like sis take a breath clear your mind but no actually I want her going in full swing screaming her anger and heartbreak and then leave and not giving Tom a chance bc that’s the angst bitch I am. But no Tom will be listening to sad songs and just sitting there in his clothes in the shower probably NANCY ONCE AGAIN THUS CHAPTER BLOWS IT OUT OF THE PARK I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

M&m’s hekdjdkd harry really said: y/n don’t mess up with my chocolate :((

And yessss! Y/n was super brave by not crying there hdkdjdk, and yes she should’ve made a scene but it’s such a mess :((

And yessss Cherryyyyy what is wrong with you hdkdjd like wtf

Timmy doesn’t mean bad he’s just hdkdjd too in love to understand that he’s toxic sometimes

Harry listening to her ❤️❤️ while both of them being broken-hearted hdkdjdk and like it’s so cool that y/n didn’t have to think before speaking to him like she was tracing her thoughts with Harry I love them

HAHAHA THE UBER LIKE: uh why is she crying—over his brother wait what what is going on someone kissed somebody and somebody kissed somebody else who are them??

And dhkdjdkd noooooe cherry didn’t sleep at her place WHERE IS SHEv

And James!’ Yes he is calm! But he probably killed tom and that’s why maybe we will find toms body in the shower who knows not me

perennial; twelve

[gospelofsam]

OLYMPUS BOUND

OO1 . COUNCIL OF WAR

Zeus sat on his golden throne with pride, although a storm surged below him in his anger.

Flanking his right was his faithful, if not angry, sister-wife, the White-Armed Hera, her silken dress adorned with a cloak of green, blue, and purple peacock feathers. The Queen of the Heavens gripped her scepter tight in her soft hands. Her hair was well-kept, laying in a crown of braids atop her head.

To the Thunderhead’s left sat his second-in-command and brother, Poseidon, King of the Seven Seas. He bore blue tattoos in which depicted his undersea kingdom. In his hands was his trident, a mighty symbol of power forged from bronze and whalebone. The Earthshaker’s hair and stubble was sea green, his sides bearing a set of fish-like gills.

The Mountain King’s most adored son and daughter walked into the atrium, bowed, then took to their thrones awaiting council.

Phoebus Apollo, God of the Sun and Patron of the Arts, golden haired and dressed in a golden tunic, thrummed the strings of his lyre, filling the room with the sound of his sweet music.

Pallas Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Strategy of War, wore a long blue dress reinforced with pieces of silver armor and a helmet decorated with a plume of blue horsehair. Her eyes were a striking gray, her skin fair, her hair as black as the midnight sky. The owl that had perched itself on her shielded arm bore feathers the color of rainclouds.

“Where are the others, your Highness?” Athena asked, tucking her helmet in the crook of her arm.

“They will be here soon enough. My bastards arrive now,” Zeus gestured to the Warrior and the Blacksmith. Ares Enyalios, God of War and Murder, glowed with the bloody red of his fallen enemies, a spear in one hand.

Ares said nothing to Zeus, not even looking in his direction, but he did march to his mother Hera. He planted a kiss to her cheek, then asked, “Why have I been called, your Majesty?” One couldn’t even glimpse his face through the darkness of his iron helmet with a crest of fire, although they could lay witness to the horror of his exposed body. He was without skin, showing only pink and red muscle, sinews and tendons underneath his armor.

Hephaestus, on the other hand, wasn’t as large or as strong as his brother. He was lame, his left leg shriveled like a sun-dried worm. He made up for this, though, with his industrial intuition. He burned with an orange light and used his black sledgehammer as a crutch. He, too, walked to his lone parent asking, “Where is my beloved, your Grace?”

“I’m here, you pig,” Aphrodite walked into the room followed by Hermes, the Messenger, and Artemis, the huntress and twin sister to Phoebus Apollo. Any mortal would see their wildest desires come to life in the Goddess of Love, but Aphrodite put on a specific appearance for the Olympian Council. She was fair skinned with flowing ginger hair. While the Huntress and the Messenger took to their respective thrones, Aphrodite stalked to her love Ares, running her perfectly manicured hands down the length of his body. Hephaestus ignored his wife’s infidelity, as he still loved her with all of his heart. “Is there a reason to why I’ve been evicted from my lovers, your Bitchiness?”

“You will cease your perversions, Patron of Prostitutes.” Zeus commanded, slamming his lightning down onto the marble floor. “My love,” Zeus pointed to Hera with the bolt, “The floor is yours.”

Hera rose from her throne and tapped her lotus-tipped scepter on the oval floor, creating a window of magic upon the grounds surrounding Mount Olympus. “The Titans have returned. They have broken free from their prisons and are declaring war on the Greek Pantheon. My messenger, Iris, has informed me that they have gained both the trust and support of the Hecatoncheires.”

“How many are still alive after billions of years in Tartarus?” Ares asked as he sat Aphrodite in his lap, her soft hands continuing to trace the swirls and slivers of his flesh.

“Enough to storm Olympus and burn it to the ground.” Poseidon solemnly answered.

“I see,” Ares picked up his spear and paced the length of the room, the fire of his helmet leaving behind a trail of embers. “And what of us? What say you? Are the Olympians fighting alone or are we fighting the Titans at are full ranks?” As Ares paced, his bronze armor changed and shifted. He remained skinless but was now armored in many plates of SWAT gear. His spear had been replaced with an assault rifle adorned with a grenade launcher, and at his side was a large assortment of explosives.

The waves of the sea stirred with Poseidon’s mind. “We can all fight for a millennia if we must, but it will hardly be enough. The Moirai, who will be fighting in their own ways, have glimpsed into the future. They have told my brother, your father, what will happen after this war.”

Zeus held his head high, “We will all perish. You will die, as will Atlas. Aphrodite will fall, as will Mnemosyne. And I will die, as will Kronos.”

Ares returned to his throne. “I see…” He now saw a young woman singing of war and destruction for a crowd of rejects. “This prophecy, as cruel as it might be, doesn’t need to entail our downfall. Yes, we will die, but the universe must be kept in balance on our end.”

Athena, who had remained silent the entirety of the meeting, strode to her half-brother’s side. “What I believe Ares is trying to make clear is that our Pantheon must go on. As much as I dislike agreeing with him, I believe replacements, successors, are in order.”

“We will hold the line, and Olympus will prevail!” Ares, in all his glory, stood in his iron fortress on the edge of Mount Olympus, his soldiers ever ready.

Hermes watched over the confounds of Olympus, his winged sandals fluttering to keep him upright. He called down to his Zeus, his father, “We need a contingency!”

Zeus nodded, then wore a gray business suit. The King of the Heavens now stood on a beach, where children were being taught how to surf along the waves. As he walked, his thundery hair and lighting filled eyes crackled with solemn determination. He conjured his bolt of lightning, a column of crackling copper, silver, and gold coiled around each other.

He paid no mind to the surfing children, instead focusing his attention solely on their instructor. She was young, no more than fifteen, with midnight black hair. Her arms were decorated in Polynesian tattoos. She had an inquisitive mind, one that wanted to command. A mind that wanted to rule. She was happily clapping, cheering on one of the young ones for managing to surf along a sizeable wave.

Despite her protests, the God King pulled her away from the site, placing the bolt between her hands once they were away from prying eyes. In that instant, Audra fell to her knees in agony. Her hands burned as glowing gray lightning bolts branded themselves into her palms. “Do me proud, Audra Noelani.”

#

Artemis walked through the tents as the soldiers of the Northern Union recovered themselves. Apollo walked beside his sister as they weaved in between the man-made covers. It was then that they saw them.

One of the children bore long, wispy black hair and gray eyes, while her cousin has golden brown eyes and blond locks. Artemis and Apollo, Twin Gods of the Sun and Moon, took aim with their golden and silver bows, releasing them with pride and determination. As the arrow pierced Charlotte’s shoulder, a crescent moon burning itself into her pale skin, Artemis knelt before her and said, “Come now, little one, you’re safe now.”

Charlotte, now glowing with a faint silver light, scurried to her younger cousin’s side as his scream pierced the air. A sigil replicating the sun itself etched into his Adam’s apple. The Golden Archer knelt before the crying boy, offering a smile and a smaller bow constructed of gold and cherry wood. As Gabriel took the bow and quiver with shaky, hesitant hands, Apollo said, “ Don’t be scared now. You’re alright, I’m here now.”

With a flash of pure light, the twin gods and the two children disappeared, leaving behind a grieving, frantic mother and aunt and a legacy shrouded in mystery. The Missing Children of Hue would be what remained of Charlotte May-Reiner and Gabriel LeBeau.

#

Hephaestus rolled through the humble, family owned mechanics shop, his electric wheelchair humming as he went. His brown pinstripe looked out of place amongst the haphazardly arranged equipment and oil stained aprons. The Blacksmith at last ventured towards the back of the shop, where a paraplegic boy with shaggy red hair and lanky body tinkered with pieces of what was probably a larger project.

Hephaestus’ hands conjured a flame, eliciting a flow of lava to pour out of the seams of the storage room. The walls surrounding the boy burned, though no one but he could see them. Hephaestus retrieved his massive sledgehammer from the embers, then rolled over to the boy, who was justifiably frightened. The god struck the boy in his kneecaps, the blows burning into the shape of orange anvils. The child, no more than twelve, bellowed in pain, tears pricking his eyes. Hephaestus steadied the boy, taking the metal pieces he’d been tinkering with previously and reworked them, changing them into a swan much too delicate to have been crafted by the Blacksmith’s large hands. The swan fluttered around the boy’s head, momentarily distracting him from his pain.

“We have much to do, young one,” The Lame God said. “Come now.” The boy snapped his head towards the Blacksmith, nodding despite his hesitance.

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Ares, wearing a full set of riot armor, leaning against the balcony of the underground club where punks and rejects and society outcasts gathered to socialize. On the stage, illuminated by red, black and white lights, was a band which went unnamed, as their reputation spoke for them. His fiery gaze shifted to their lead vocalist, a rather tall Latina with short, choppy brown hair. She had the build of someone who had played sports as a child, or, in the god’s perspective, one fit for a warrior. A crow, as if on cue, perched on her shoulder.

The God of War drew his long, razor sharp spear and then took aim. “You’ll make a perfect champion.” Ares threw the now glowing spear at the girl, her collarbone now burning as a red boar’s head took its place where the wound should have been. Aloisa laughed at the pain, proceeding to draw her pocketknife and lunge at her guitarist.

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Athena wore a simple linen gown, though it was adorned with identifying plates of Athenian armor. She studied the scrolls strewn across the villa floor, her face as stone cold as it had been during the Council meeting. Most depicted machines that could never possibly work, others were just the ramblings of a madman. She set one of the scrolls onto the mahogany table, casting her gaze over to the boy who stood idle in the doorway. He was twelve, maybe older, with hair so blonde that it was nearly white. His eyes were a striking, glassy silver hue.

Before he could speak and alert anyone that might have been lingering outside, Athena took a paintbrush from a cup that littered the table and broke the art supply into two jagged halves.

The boy stared at the Goddess of Wisdom with wide eyes, the papers he’d been holding crashing to the stone floor. She approached him carefully, a rare smile on her wise face. Kneeling down to the child’s height, Athena used the broken end of the brush to carve an owl into the side of his neck. The young one seethed in pain, nails digging into his pale palms. The owl pulsed with a light the same silver as his eyes.

“I have so much planned for you, Cato,” Pallas Athena sighed, raising to her full height. “You will be the wisest of us.” She took his hand in her own, leading Cato away from the life  and the people that had forsaken him so.

[cakes-books-and-a-cat]

Part 1.

As a way to avoid frustration (about constantly failing my job) and stress (with freakingly stubborn almost-seven-year-old and thirty-five-year-old in the household) I decided to start this blog. Because, how else do I remind myself of what I _actually_ enjoy in life (except for dumb scrolling Facebook and getting even more frustrated).

Recently, I had a looooot to deal with, physically and psychologically. And, of course, the question of how to get some distraction was on the foreground.

I always thought, any given minute in life should be productive (in this way or other), and no grief and no life drama was an excuse. Even when I was procrastinating, it must have been creative. (Whatever it is: reading, cooking, painting, making shopping lists, learning new languages, making new friends, grooming the cats.) Did I really get energy and inspiration from escaping to these remote fields, or I was just hunting that satisfaction feeling (of how great I am) without getting an actual relief? I guess, both...

But this time I couldn't even start thinking of going back to watercolor painting (which I did a lot in the last months), even though one piece was still stuck unfinished to my desk. I couldn't do languages; and a bare thought of seeing ANY people would bring nausea.

I went to the local library. It was my last hope. I always get so light-headed when surrounded by books! I took two thrillers in British style by Charlotte Link, one Sue Townsend, and two cookbooks. I couldn't take more because of the give-away box on the ground floor, which offered stuff I just couldn't leave there (like biographies of random French poets and of Jacqueline du Pré).

Charlotte Link was okay for a page-turner (primarily because of a gloomy high moor English landscape), but, you know, you shouldn't read two books of the same author in a row. Even if I could literally NEVER guess who is the killer, in this case I didn't even want to know. But I finished it (because I already made an entry to my book-reading-list and because it just felt so good to be somewhere else than my reality).

My enthusiasm with the Easy British Cookbook didn't go unnoticed by the thirty-five-year-old. First, he said to put it to down while we are having such a nice summer Sunday breakfast on the balcony. We should be concentrating on Here and Now more, he said. (I seemed to be enjoying the book more than I was supposed to be enjoying the sun and the company.)

Then, I asked him to pick a recipe. (Actually, I wanted to make scones, but since it's not so easy to find any clotted cream in Berlin supermarkets, I decided to make something else.) So, I was peeling potatoes for a dull child-friendly fish-fingers-&Co lunch, and hoping for some desert to look forward to.

After browsing for approximately 20 seconds he picked "White and Black Puddings". At that moment, literally anything would be just fine with me. It said: "An individual white chocolate sponge pudding, baked with a hidden centre of molten chocolate and served with cream, is perfect for any special occasion. It is very important to use the best-quality white and dark chocolate you can find."

Ok, looks like we have all the ingredients, he said. And then he read: "melt the chocolate filling, stir in the cream, pour into the ice cube tray...hm hmhm... freeze for at least 1 hour...hmhmhm... melt the white chocolate as above, leave to cool...hmhmhmh... beat the butter, beat in the sugar, eggs, CAREFULLY FOLD IN THE FLOUR... hmmmmmmmm... spoon into the prepared moulds, put dark chocolate cubes into the centre....."

He stopped reading: "God, it´s just way too much work, you need to produce at least three different actions with hours of freezing in between. We will have to start cooking dinner by the time we are finished with this! No, I am out of it!" He stormed out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with my way too complicated British Cookbook.

Yes, mine, because I loved it so much I asked my cousin from London who was visiting shortly before to bring me a copy. German Amazon doesn't have a clue about British food (and I mean it!).

So I gave up. Usually, my husband is a baker and I am a cooker. I own more than 20 cookbooks and developed roughly about 10 dishes all my family members would eat without making a sour face. Not an awesome ratio, but at least I am allowed to add SOME chili pepper into SOME dishes. Ok, basically, there is an Indian cookbook (from which 8 dishes come) and all others cookbooks (which delivered no worthy recipes whatsoever). The 2 other dishes are lasagna and fish fingers.

My husband, to the contrary, has no cookbooks (Okay, he got a Jamie Oliver as a present once, but the amount of fancy ingredients in any recipe makes it almost impossible to use). Traditionally, he bakes two cakes, an apple pie and a cherry pie. But none of them my daughter would approve. She is not much of a cake-eater. Eventually we found out she might take one or two bites of a Norwegian carrot cake. So, Papa had to add that one to his repertoire.

There is this funny thing about the carrot cake: it can absorbe just that much of olive oil (which is normally enough for ca. 20 salad dressings) and taste heavenly moist, but if it is one teaspoon too much, it tastes like fat sauerkraut. By the way, where do Norwegians have the olive oil from?

And why do I never bake? It smells heavenly and even your stubborn kid is having good time helping and anticipating. Well, there was a try for her 4-th birthday. She wished a Pirate Party, so I browsed Internet for cake ideas, and among all those fancy Pinterest-glazed-nightmares the easiest thing I found was a Treasure-Chest-Cake. It just required cutting the ready piece on two and folding those two halves. Sounded easy, but... It looked so horribly disproportional, broken and just ugly... I was frustrated, but thankfully Grandma was visiting, and she suggested covering it with melted chocolate and decorate with Smarties. It went well, kids noticed only Smarties, but since then I am not baking.

So, I went to the bedroom and sat onto the bed. It cannot be that I am not able to bake a simple (ok, not simple, but fitting into one page of instructions) desert. I managed to graduate from four universities. I gave birth to a child. I buried two parents and a cat. Finally, I successfully cook dinner on a daily basis, and only salt is sometimes missing.

I am gonna manage those deserts.